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Myers-Briggs Personality test: ENTP// Requested by anon + ughbennylafitte

E – Extroversion preferred to introversion: ENTPs gain energy through interactions with people or objects in the outside world. They tend to enjoy having a wide circle of acquaintances.

N – Intuition preferred to sensing: ENTPs tend to be more abstract than concrete. They focus their attention on the big picture rather than the details, and on future possibilities rather than immediate realities.

 T – Thinking preferred to feeling: ENTPs tend to value objective criteria above personal preference. When making decisions, they generally give more weight to logic than to social considerations.

P – Perception preferred to judgment: ENTPs tend to withhold judgment and delay important decisions, preferring to “keep their options open” should circumstances change.

Using their primary function-attitude of extraverted intuition (Ne), ENTPs are quick to see complex interrelationships between people, things, and ideas. These interrelationships are analyzed in profound detail through the ENTPs auxiliary function, introverted thinking (Ti). The result is an in-depth understanding of the way things and relationships work, and how they can be improved. To the ENTP, competence and intelligence are particularly prized, both in themselves and in other people. ENTPs are frequently described as clever, cerebrally and verbally quick, enthusiastic, outgoing, innovative, flexible, loyal, and resourceful. ENTPs are motivated by a desire to understand and improve the world they live in. They are usually accurate in sizing up a situation. They may have a perverse sense of humor and sometimes play devil’s advocate, which can create misunderstandings with friends, coworkers, and family. ENTPs are ingenious and adept at directing relationships between means and ends. ENTPs devise fresh, unexpected solutions to difficult problems. However, they are less interested in generating and following through with detailed plans than in generating ideas and possibilities. In a team environment, ENTPs are most effective in a role where they can draw on their abilities to offer deep understanding, a high degree of flexibility, and innovative solutions to problems. The ENTP regards a comment like “it can’t be done” as a personal challenge, and, if properly motivated, will spare no effort to discover a solution.[citation needed] A ENTP could consider everything above to be only ones personal interpretation. 

Done with funkmbtifiction for the choice of the characters

anonymous asked:

Boy and girl names (first and middle) to go with Wiley Hayes? Last name is Sawesky (SUH-wes-key)

Wiley Hayes &…

Emery York
Ryder Ellis
Flynn Arrow
Nolan Reid
Landon Monroe
Harley Roarke
Rollin Foster
Griffin Lark
Sawyer Quill
Emerson Gray
Duncan Reid
Rafe Archer
Blaine Upton

Hazel Sloane
Thea Winter
Leonie Coral
Olive Noelle
Laila Sparrow
Wren Avalon
Geneva Faye
Ruby Marlowe
Winnie Blythe
Nova Rosabel
Della Fable
Elodie Wynne
Darby Olive




Springtime + Ships = Twitterpated

Friend Owl: For example:

Friend Owl: You begin to get weak in the knees:

Friend Owl: Your head’s in a whirl:

Friend Owl: And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you’re walking on air:

Friend Owl: And then you know what? You’re knocked for a loop:


Some of my drawings from 2014, over the last year I’m amazed by how much I’ve improved, I no longer rely on my rubber as much, I’m more accurate and there’s no worn patches on the page where I’ve almost rubbed through the entire page. I’ve almost conquered my difficulty with facial features and my proportions are getting better, and I’m now attempting drawing people not face on and not just with neutral expressions, which I never though I’d be able to do and the same with hair. My shadings improved without me even realising it and I really feel like I’ve accomplished something over the last 12 months. I’m not particularly good compared to most of the amazing artists on here and some of my drawings are better than others, but I’ve proven to myself that I can get better and that’s a real achievement in my mind and partly thanks to all of you for your wonderful comments and encouragement, thank you so much! and to anyone out there thinking ‘I’ll never be able to draw—’ you will, just keep going!

Thorn and Flame part 9

(part 8)


Before the trimester ended, Enna took her plan to the next step.

Max continued to be suspicious of her nice girl act, which she kept up with even after he foiled her attempt at ruining his grades. She still encouraged him and helped him with his homework, and it was all he could do to keep acting normal in her presence. Something told him that letting her know he was aware of her scheme was the worst possible thing he could do.

Tali, smug as she was, wasn’t very much help at this point. As they drew closer to the end of her first trimester, the classwork pressure finally started to pile on, leaving her too stressed and distracted to focus on what Enna was really up to. Journey, meanwhile, couldn’t figure out anything about Enna’s luck charm beyond the fact that there was in fact a trace of magic in it. He and Max were also falling victim to the extra loads of work, which didn’t help at all.

On top of that, Max’s luck with his job seemed to be getting worse and worse. After a stressful two weeks covering for coworkers who’d been fired or couldn’t make it in, his shifts were suddenly cut, leaving him with a paycheck just barely big enough to take care of his bills.

“The universe is out to get me,” he moaned to Journey one late evening during a study session.

“Stop being overdramatic,” Journey replied without even looking up from his laptop screen.

“I mean it. Everything’s been weird since…” Max trailed off. “And lately things just keep getting worse. I am…so tempted to just run away, sometimes.”

"Running away never solves any problems,” came the response.

Journey didn’t notice the odd look Max gave him. Max didn’t say anything else for a while.

It was an unassuming Friday afternoon when Max realized he’d underestimated Enna. He was called in to a meeting with the dean, something that made him uneasy for two reasons. Firstly and more immediately, because he had to call in to work and get someone else to take his shift. Secondly and more worryingly, because it felt uncomfortably like a similar meeting he’d gone through only eight months earlier.

Stepping into the office, he felt a chill of dread shoot up and down his spine. Mr Stern was there. So was Enna.

“Thank you for coming, Mr Oliver,” said Ms Sparrow.

“No problem,” he lied. “What’s this about?”

The door closed behind Max with the firm thud of solid wood, and a click like the trigger of a gun being pulled.

“Some unusual behavior has been brought to my attention,” said Ms Sparrow. She drew Max’s gaze to the surface of her desk and, as he watched, she placed a single item there: the little black flashdrive he’d given Mr Stern.

“Roughly two weeks ago, as I’ve been told, Mr Stern approached you about assignments you hadn’t been turning in. You gave him this.”

Max nodded. “Yes.” He already didn’t like where this was going.

“Maybe you can explain why nobody apart from Mr Stern is able to look at the contents of this flashdrive.”

Max swallowed. He definitely didn’t like where this was going.

“That kind of enchantment requires a level of magic that we know for a fact you don’t possess,” she added. “In fact, it requires a type of magic that we highly discourage our students from using.”

Unable to think of a defense, with his mind racing up toward the point of panic, Max said the only thing he could think of.

"Enna set me up.” The words spilled out of his mouth, and he instantly regretted them, but now that he’d made the accusation he had to go forward with it. “She’s the teacher assistant. She deleted all my files and kept Mr Stern from seeing them. What else was I supposed to do?”

All eyes turned to Enna, who put on a face of shock and betrayal.

“I would never do something like that! Mr Stern, Ms Sparrow, you know how hard I’ve worked to get here! I wouldn’t do anything to risk losing this job!”

"Relax, Miss Pranke,” said Ms Sparrow. “I believe you, especially considering the additional evidence you’ve provided us.”

Max thought his heart might have skipped a beat in its haste. ‘Additional evidence’ sounded like a very bad thing. His breath stopped coming for a moment when he saw the second item the dean placed on her desk.

“Normally I would discourage snooping in other people’s belongings,” she shot a glance at Enna, who had the decency to at least appear ashamed, “but I’m told the two of you are friends, and the nature of this object is far more concerning.”

She unfolded the black silken square, revealing the golden summoning circle stitched onto it. Some of the threads were stained a darker brown.

“We’ve confirmed that this is your blood on this circle, and that it is recent. You know our policy regarding demons, Mr Oliver. Eight months ago, I believe, we had another discussion on this subject.”

“Yes, we did,” Max admitted. There was nothing else he could say. He was guilty - this time, at least - and everyone in the room knew it.

“Furthermore, there is the nature of this circle. It isn’t in any of our sources, yet it is clearly a circle for the demon known as Alcor. Where did you get it?”

Closing his eyes, Max took a long, shaky breath. They would know if he lied about this. He was screwed no matter what he said or did, so he might as well be honest.

“Alcor gave it to me.”

He wasn’t quite expecting the degree of shock that showed on the dean’s face. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Mr Stern shaking his head ever so slightly, and he could only imagine the satisfaction Enna was feeling.

Finally Ms Sparrow said, “If you have any other magical items on your person, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to show them to me.”

Max very nearly swore aloud. The ring was still in his pocket. The ring that was also a gift from Alcor, that contained a brutish weapon, that he himself had activated with his own blood and used to beat down several people. The situation simply could not get any worse.

He slipped a hand into his pocket, and handed the ring to Ms Sparrow.

“Since you’re going to ask anyway, that’s from Alcor too. But I’d feel much more comfortable talking about it without her,” he jerked his head in Enna’s direction, “in the room.”

Ms Sparrow gazed at his face for a moment, then nodded. “Miss Pranke, you’re excused.” Enna left, with a disgruntled huff, and Ms Sparrow said to Max, “Please explain this.”

So Max explained, beginning with a recap of the events of the previous winter. He explained that he had never intended to get involved with demons of any sort; that he was only taking demonology because continued involvement with Alcor was inevitable by no fault of his own; that he knew he was in a messed up situation and there didn’t seem to be much he could do about it.

He related the events of the beginning of the summer, how he and Journey had been kidnapped by a very cult-like group, and how they had only survived because of Max’s ties to Alcor. He explained that the weapon hidden within the ring was only for self-defense in case he found himself in another situation like that one.

Ms Sparrow listened calmly, nodded understandingly, and when Max was finished finally said, “Could you tell me why this particular demon has formed this attachment with you?”

Max bit his lip for a moment. “He told me that I’m…a reincarnation of someone who was important to him.” It sounded ridiculous when he said it like that, but Ms Sparrow considered it with complete seriousness.

At last she straightened up a little in her chair, took a breath, and said, “I’ll admit that your circumstances are unique, at least in my experience, but I’m afraid our policy still stands. With clear evidence that you have been dealing with demons for school-related purposes, and a confession from yourself on top of that, I have no choice but to take action. A first strike results in suspension; since you’ve now received two strikes, and admitted to dodging the first by doing the very thing you would have been suspended for, the punishment is expulsion.”

"What! But…Please! Please, I need this!”

"I’m sorry, Mr Oliver. Rules are rules. Please collect your personal things and return any school property you possess.” She handed the summoning circle and the ring back to Max, and dismissed him.

Enna was waiting outside, just a short distance down the hallway. By the look on her face, Max had no doubt that she knew exactly what had just happened.

“Satisfied?” he said bitterly.

She shrugged. “I really didn’t want to have to do that. But since you so cleverly ruined my plan to get you out of just the one class, I didn’t have much choice.”

Max pushed Enna against the wall, and pinned her there by her shoulders. “What is your problem? It’s just a fucking demonology class! Do you have any idea what you just cost me?”

Enna’s eyes narrowed, but her mouth turned up in a creepy little smile. “I’m trying to keep you from doing anything foolish, Max. Everyone else may have forgotten about that first little incident, but I never did. Of course I knew who that demon was when I banished it from the apartment. I panicked at first. But then I realized you were in trouble, and I knew I was the only person who could help you.” Her expression changed to a pout. “Please don’t hate me for trying to save you.”

I never needed saving,” Max nearly growled at her. “At least not from Alcor.” But then his blood ran cold as another voice echoed in his mind. An older voice, masculine and sickeningly self-satisfied. “I’ve been asked to save you,” the voice in his memory said. His grip on Enna’s shoulders loosened.

You. You’re the one who sent them after me…”

Enna’s pout became even more sad, and tears pooled in her eyes. “I don’t know what happened. I spent so much time wondering how you escaped while everyone else there died…A lot of good people died, Max.”

“They tried to kill me.”

"You should have let them save you!”

“That was never going to happen because I never needed saving!

Enna laughed, a mad laugh that rang in his ears and echoed down the hallway as tears spilled down her face. She pushed his hands away and stumbled a few steps. “I still can’t give up on you. I won’t. I promise. Alcor may have claimed you, but he can’t keep you forever.” The hopeful smile she gave him sent yet another chill running down his spine, before she turned and walked away.

Jonathan Wilson. The Blizzard. Brian Clough. Financial Fair Play. Tactics.

Oliver Sparrow and Eric Beard had the pleasure of spending an hour with esteemed author and journalist Jonathan Wilson on the AFR Podcast. Jonathan writes for The Guardian, The Independent, Sports Illustrated, World Soccer, and FourFourTwo. He is also the editor of a quarterly publication called The Blizzard, which is filled with content from some of the biggest names in football journalism. The idea behind The Blizzard - available to download online or order as a hard copy - is to allow journalists to tell stories that they normally wouldn’t be able to have published in a paper.

Beyond The Blizzard, we talk with Jonathan about his new biography on Brian Clough entitled “Nobody Ever Says Thank You” and we also touch on the pros and cons of Financial Fair Play. We couldn’t let Mr. Wilson go without some tactics talk, so we pressed him on everything from the most talented manager in South America to Frank Lampard’s role at Chelsea.

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