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Final Fantasy In A Nutshell
  • Final Fantasy I - Four Heroes Break A Time Loop
  • Final Fantasy II - Star Wars Where The Emperor Dies And Then Comes Back As The Devil And Then Dies Again And Then Comes Back As God And Then Gets Killed By Obi-wan
  • Final Fantasy III - Four Orphans Fight A Man Who Threw A Hissy Fit Over His Inheritance
  • Final Fantasy IV - Star Wars But The Emperor Is  A Space Ghost On The Moon
  • Final Fantasy V - Evil Giving Tree And His Gay Lover Fight A Confused Harem Protagonist And His Princesses
  • Final Fantasy VI - Star Wars But The Emperor Is Killed And Replaced By The Joker Halfway Through, Racism is Bad
  • Final Fantasy VII - Eco-terrorists Recruit Man With Padded Resume, Discover Corporate Greed Has Caused Giant Meteor To Be Elected, Hold Recount
  • Final Fantasy VIII - A Group of Cadets Find Out They All Lived At The Same Orphanage: Amnesia To Blame, Lead May Be Dead
  • Final Fantasy IX - Star Wars But The Main Characters Are Either Clones Or Princesses
  • Final Fantasy X - Daddy Issues, the Real Sports Story, With Special Guest Christian Guilt Complex
  • Final Fantasy XI - Giraffe And Friends Stop The Writer From Erasing This Game
  • Final Fantasy XII - Star Wars But Half The Bad Guys Aren’t Actually That Bad.  Except Judge Bergan, That Guy Is A Dick
  • Final Fantasy XIII - Being The Chosen One Will Kill Your Dating Life
  • Final Fantasy XIV - Heroes Saved The World From Bad Gameplay, Bugs
  • Final Fantasy XV - A Bachelor Party Goes Very Badly
MBTI Stereotypes VS the Types in Real Life

Stereotype ENTJ: Dominant. Efficient. Strategic and ideal leaders.

Real ENTJ: One of the few people able to actually physically frown, don’t understand how they’re “scary”

Stereotype INTJ: Evil masterminds. Smarter than you. Are the superior beings.

Real INTJ: Misplaces anything that isn’t physically attached to them, no longer able to recognize when they’re being sarcastic or serious

Stereotype ENTP: Quickest thinkers you’ll ever meet. Witty. Intellectual masters of debate.

Real ENTP: Used memes so much that they became one and are accepting of this fact, catchphrase is some version of “Well, actually–”

Stereotype INTP: In possession of more knowledge than the Internet. Reclusive geniuses. Know all, are humble.

Real INTP: Sexually attracted to science, volunteer plethora of useless facts every hour, zero spatial and social awareness

Stereotype ENFJ: Kind. Loving. Hearts of gold and wills of steel.

Real ENFJ: Will replace your mother and be okay with that, judge being judgemental of judging judgemental judgments

Stereotype INFJ: Mysterious and tricky to get to know. More unique than anyone you’ve ever met.

Real INFJ: One way or another, embarrass themselves every single day, somehow, consistently

Stereotype ENFP: Full of life and love. Passionate lover. Always fighting for a cause.

Real ENFP: Blink abnormally fast and probably should not drink coffee ever, have to make conscious effort to not smile, should take more things more seriously

Stereotype INFP: Gifted with emotional intelligence. Spiritual and believes in the soul, the natural course of the world, and love.

Real INFP: Really good at laughing at themselves which is necessary because they f*ck up constantly

Stereotype ESTJ: Intelligent. Dependable. Productive and competent. Forward-thinkers.

Real ESTJ: Remind teachers about homework distribution and collection every single day of the week, get off on educational videos

Stereotype ISTJ: Rule-followers. Responsible. Duty drives their perfection.

Real ISTJ: Sometimes sleep over 12 cumulative hours in a day

Stereotype ESTP: Daredevil. Live life on the edge. Famous and popular.

Real ESTP: 100% of decision-making is weighing the pros, ignoring the cons, and shrugging, then doing whatever stupid thing they got dared to do

Stereotype ISTP: Cool as hell. Detached and indifferent. Smart tinkerers.

Real ISTP: Won “Most Stubborn and Silent” for Senior Superlative page in high school yearbook

Stereotype ESFJ: Genuine and affectionate. Would take care of a sick stranger if needed. Make friends everywhere they go.

Real ESFJ: Value self-worth based on quality of and feedback for homemade baked goods, the holiday season is their life source

Stereotype ISFJ: Sweet. Innocent. Fragile and caring hearts who love their friends.

Real ISFJ: Hate conflict so much that they get second-hand anxiety from watching cliché emotional plot twist movies

Stereotype ESFP: Epitome of style and fashion. Impossibly cool. At every party and loved by everyone.

Real ESFP: Physically CANNOT stop making noises and fidgeting, all storage on their phones is taken up by hundreds of selfies in various poses

Stereotype ISFP: Exceptional artists. Emotionally deep. Humanitarians and always helping the planet.

Real ISFP: Just want to become trees, don’t get why people can’t just love one another, f*cking hippies

Aries —
there was a war in your childhood home, and you can still remember the fires, how the blood was
pretty and sick on the bathroom’s pristine tiles, your mother’s still warm body limp in the tub.
breathe in through the mouth: in, out, in. you are not guilty. her life is not on your hands.

Taurus —
it is okay to love things more than you love people; practical, even.
people have left you, people will leave you – things, though, ah! things will not abandon you.
buy yourself something nice. it is the least bad out of all your choices.

Gemini —
you die every night and are reborn at dawn; you are a walking graveyard,
an army of yesterdays’ ghosts, and you no longer remember who you were at the beginning.
do not weep for the stranger that once inhabited your bones.

Cancer —
you are in love with the idea of love more than you are in love with your lovers;
that is why all your relationships are fleeting, why you are always falling apart.
all the same, smile when he proposes. pretend you do not know how this is going to end.

Leo —
oh, you poor, poor thing. all you have ever wanted was love’s sunlight, but all you ever got
were the thunderstorms, the clouds above your head heavy with sorrow, and so you chose
to drown out the rain between the thighs of a lover. do not regret it, for they were good nights.

Virgo —
you cradled your heart all your life with such care, and when the day came for you
to hand it to another, it shattered like glass in their grip. they did not mean to hurt you, you know.
they just wanted to hold on, afraid it will slip through their fingers like sand.

Libra —
you are the king of bad choices, from lovers to the fights you pick when you are far from sober;
you lost your sanity along the line between what is right and what is not, and you started hungering.
i fear the day your hunger will be quenched – only justice will sate you, and that calls for everyone’s dying.

Scorpio —
you are the one everyone fears: the monster in the closet, the witch at the stake – the devil, falling.
all of this is because they cannot understand you. they fear you like they fear death; instinctively.
do not mind them, for death is a kind god: the sweetest sleep, the darkness from which life is born.

Sagittarius —
some days, you think the sea is but a giant mirror, the vanity of coquettish stars and lazy clouds in passing.
some days, you think it is the fury of our earth mother, her tears and her sorrow saltwater in the breeze.
on all of them, you want to sail its’ lengths; you want to get lost out on the abyss, feel small beneath the sky.

Capricorn —
you learned early on the art of silent war – the war carried by words, sharper than any other blade.
at the same time, you have learned how little you mattered to the world, and so you cast yourself in armor.
i just wish you would learn to love yourself, if only a little. your own words have been cutting you all along.

Aquarius —
there is a sickness in you called longing: you’re wanton, thirsty, hungry, wanting – what, exactly,
well, that is part two, and none of us is really sure. you’re standing here, hands reaching for; come inside.
i will pour us both some wine, and we can pass the waiting time together. one day, you will know what you are lusting after.

Pisces —
all you have ever loved seems to be taken from you, until your house is left an empty, cold thing,
and your soul has been turned into a ruin. do not despair; get up from the floor, dust your clothes.
there are seeds on the upper shelves in the shed. it is a time as good as any to start keeping a garden.

—  poetry for the signs: the “it is okay” edition, L. Schreiber
How I look at my phone when I watch k-dramas when I should be working.

Originally posted by warlorck

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Twelve Days of Twelve: July 18th: Team TARDIS

A relationship in all its forms, in the combination of a passionate and powerful Time Lord and a young woman so very similar to him.

This is life. People will screw you over. You’ll fight with your family. You’ll witness things that will change you forever. You’ll blame new lovers for things old lovers did. You’ll lose best friends you thought would always be there. You’ll come to realise that everyone has a past. You’ll cry, you’ll laugh, and you’ll embarrass yourself. But then, you’ll find your very own moment where none of that matters, where you can sit back and realise that crap happens to the people who can handle it and that this is who you are, and that no one should want to change you, including yourself.

i still remember watching my first kdrama and getting really confused because the subs translated oppa as brother and i was so offended that this girl not only had like four brothers but also had a weird incest-crush on one of them. 

real things i’ve done while listening to ben platt sing

- choked
- wished i was that microphone
- forgotten i was drinking coffee
- said “what does laura dreyfuss have that i don’t have” out loud in the office
- tweeted at him four five times
- wept
- begged for sweet release
- ascended into heaven
- screamed into the void
- said “i’d tap that glass” out loud in the office
-  astral projected into a seventh dimension in which every surface is sound
- written variations of our combined last names
- whispered “my heart” quietly to myself while eating dinner alone in my apartment
- planned a nautical-themed wedding and named our firstborn son abraham
- seriously considered converting to Judaism
- gasped for air and prayed for everlasting life

sometimes i remember that it’s been a long long time is a song from 1945 from the perspective of someone welcoming home their spouse or lover at the end of the war and that they, the makers of captain america: the winter soldier, chose this specific song to play in the background just seconds before steve and bucky’s first (at the time unknown) meeting after seventy years

The Importance of Being Louis

While I’ve never discounted Louis’ leadership in 1D, it’s become obvious I haven’t fully appreciated his importance.  The unmistakable 1D sound is not 1/5 or ¼ due to Louis - without his insistence and persistence there would likely not be a distinct 1D sound at all.  It’s not exactly shocking news that pretty much the entire One Direction team (outside of the lads themselves) never had an inkling of them surviving beyond five years.  Ironically, it’s not the lads who’ve become bitter, or dried up has-beens, so much as those who tried to force them into that flash-in-the-pan, boy-band mold.  I don’t doubt that Harry understands the music business, but Louis recognized where the band could prosper (long term) and pushed in that direction.  

I saw something really special in the boys X-Factor covers, but that wasn’t enough to give them a career.  The boys were charming and good looking - their musical performances felt so earnest - they immediately connected with their target audience.  Savan gave them a great start in the business - the first two albums were huge hits with the boy-band audience.  The boys themselves were a huge hit too - their personalities even more than their looks (that point being largely overlooked by HQ.)  The popularity of early 1D (much as it is today) was two-fold:  Fans loved the music and they loved the boys individually and as a group.  (It’s not so much what they are - good looking, talented boys as who they are as people.)

I had long wondered who was behind the arrangements of their X-Factor covers.  Now it seems clear that Savan had a big hand in them.  To a large extent, he did a brilliant job with the boys, but he certainly could have afforded to give Louis and Niall a little chance to shine vocally.  Unfortunately, he wrote them off as “passengers” from the very beginning.

When Midnight Memories dropped the boys became young men.  The album is a bit all over the place, but their talent shines through.  They proved they could carry their audience into new sounds.  They could tackle diverse styles of music convincingly while always maintaining a certain One Direction flavor.  Two things would have happened if Louis hadn’t forced the issue of more creative control:  The lads would have become less and less earnest and convincing in their performance of the same old boy-band fare.  The fan base would not have expanded, but gradually withered away as young teen girls grew into more mature sounds.  The lads wanted more than the tried and true middling sameness of the music they were expected to produce.  They wanted something of their own - their story - their art.

Louis and Liam created the 1D sound we know today.  I dearly love Harry and his writing, but Louis is the architect and Liam his lieutenant (writing the bulk of the last three albums.)  I’m sure all five lads wanted to move in a new direction musically, but I can’t imagine any of them had the sheer moxie - the utter temerity and audacity that Louis had to pull it off.  We know Harry has given other groups advice on sticking together against all the forces that would try to pull them apart.  No one knows this lesson better than the lads of One Direction.  The other lads had to be absolutely stalwart in support of Louis’ rebellion to make it work.  He marshaled his brothers (and his lover) into a crack fighting team.  I’m convinced Syco was left with two choices:  Give the lads substantially more creative control or say goodbye to a band that was earning billions.  Given the hubris of Simon and the blindness of Savan (to the fact that these weren’t just five pretty faces anymore) I’m sure it had to be a drastic ultimatum.

They were just five naive, rambunctious, creative boys with massive, undeveloped talent.  With the right leadership, they had the potential dominate the music world.  Did that leadership come from management, label, or writers?  No.  That desperately needed leadership came from the one who was supposedly the “least talented” of all.

God bless you Louis Tomlinson.

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