or field hockey

clarz  asked:

FINA your tag about niall!!!!! #why is he such a DILF in training? LITERALLY! half the time i look at niall and he is precious sunshine beanstalk boy and then the OTHER HALF he is... well... DILF in training! like ur friend's successful father who always treats you like a Real Adult and makes you feel all blushy and too young and too gangly and too awkward and is so kind to you that you almost feel guilty for wanting him to DO YOU AGAINST A WALL!! or something. yknow. whatever.

LOOK, THERE ARE A LOT OF THINGS NIALL CAN BE!!!!!!!! FOR INSTANCE!!!!!

HOT YOUNG ASSISTANT FIELD HOCKEY COACH AT YOUR FANCY BOARDING SCHOOL WHO ALL THE OTHER GIRLS SAY DIRTY THINGS ABOUT IN THE LOCKER ROOM BUT YOU WOULD NEVER BC YOU RESPECT HIM AS A PERSON AND AS A MENTOR BUT MOSTLY BC YOU DON’T WANT TO GIVE AWAY HOW DESPERATELY OBSESSED WITH HIM YOU REALLY ARE:

YOUR FUN, RECENTLY-DIVORCED AUNT’S HOT YOUNG DOCUMENTARY-FILMMAKER BOYFRIEND WHO SITS NEXT TO YOU AROUND THE CROWDED THANKSGIVING TABLE WHILE YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH AND TRY NOT TO SAY ANYTHING STUPID OR LET YOUR THIGH TOUCH HIS:

YOUR DAD’S HOT YOUNG WORK COLLEAGUE WHO SHOWS UP TO YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY WITH AN ENVELOPE FULL OF CASH FOR YOU AND THEN DISAPPEARS OUT ONTO THE PATIO TO DRINK LIGHT BEER AND TALK BUSINESS WITH THE GROWN UPS AND DOESN’T EVEN NOTICE YOU SIPPING ON A SHIRLEY TEMPLE AND MAKING EYES AT HIM:

THE NEW HOT, YOUNG, AND PAINFULLY EARNEST YOUTH PASTOR AND CHOIR DIRECTOR AT YOUR LOCAL MEGA-CHURCH WHO’S GOT A LOT OF PEOPLE THINKING VERY UNHOLY THOUGHTS:

YOUR HOT YOUNG DENTAL HYGIENIST WHO YOU RUN INTO AT A FESTIVAL WHILE HE’S A LITTLE DRUNK WITH ALL HIS HOT FRIENDS AND HE REMEMBERS YOUR NAME AND GIVES YOU A HUG AND REMINDS YOU TO FLOSS AND THEN YOU TRY TO CONVINCE YOUR MOM TO LET YOU WEAR A TUBE TOP TO YOUR NEXT ORTHODONTIST APPOINTMENT: 

YOUR BEST FRIEND’S OLDER BROTHER WHO’S HOME FROM SCHOOL FOR THE SUMMER SO YOU START ARRANGING A LOT OF SLEEPOVERS WITH UR FRIEND AND THEN ONE NIGHT YOU RUN INTO HIM IN THE KITCHEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN YOU’RE GETTING A GLASS OF WATER AND YOU GUYS END UP TALKING AND HE CONFESSES HOW BAD HE WANTS TO BE KAPPA SIG PRESIDENT NEXT YEAR AND HOW HE’S SCARED THAT JAGOFF CHAD’S GONNA GET INSTEAD CUZ HE’S A LEGACY:

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all your gods are teenage girls: ARTEMIS, Greek goddess of the wild

She’s a mystery, that one. Rumours fill the silence where she prefers not to speak. Did those bruises on her arms result from another gang fight or are they just badges of honour won on the field hockey team? They make sure to keep their whispers short when she walks by with her endless posse of female friends. Tiny though she may be, anyone can see the fierceness in her eyes - not Ares’ anger or Athena’s frustration - but the kind of gleam that comes from surviving the worst of humanity, that says she could open her mouth and you’d find fangs. And after all that silence, if she howls on the field, in the streets, at the moon, isn’t it deserved? Don’t we owe her?

Tina Sloan Green became the first black woman to play on the US national women’s lacrosse team when she earned a spot on the team in 1969. In 1975, she became the first black head coach in women’s college lacrosse history at Temple University. She would go on to win three NCAA championship titles, including a perfect 19-0 season in 1988. She is also a co-founder and president of the Black Women in Sport Foundation.

Eponine was in a field hockey team for a really long time growing up. She was quite good but she didn’t enjoy it really at all. Sport was just not her calling. Grantaire kept asking her why she stuck around so long.

“Grantaire I’m a lesbian. Please make the very tiny mental leap necessary for you to answer that question on your own.”

Tethered Down

Vlad isn’t used to being interrupted while working in his lab. Its walls are reinforced lead and its ceiling is buried twenty feet below basement level. The room is missing from the building plans, invisible to the code specs, and inaccessible to any snooping government agents. The Guys in White’s detection equipment has never found it. They would have better luck finding some hollowed out space by banging on the side of their own heads.

So when Vlad hears the clatter of tripped-over machine parts and light, breathy cursing from behind him, he knows no normal person has come to find him. This makes him crack a razor-fanged smile. Vlad lowers the welding torch he’d been using to stitch some metal parts together for a new portal hub. He raises the goggles from off his red eyes, and turns around in mock formality.

“Daniel you should have told me you were coming. I would have put some tea on for the both of us.”

Vlad is right—Danny is standing at the other end of the lab, but he doesn’t look how Vlad had pictured. No jumpsuit, no balled-up fists, no murderous green glinting eyes. Danny is entirely human, and he looks only a bit bothered, like he’s thinking too hard about what to say.

“Vlad,” Danny settles on.

Vlad’s smile doesn’t waver. He takes a few steps forward, boots clacking out hollow sonorous beats on the cavernous floor. Danny seeking him out is almost always a treat. It means he’s done something to annoy or frustrate or enrage Danny enough to be sought out without any effort on Vlad’s part. It’s already a victory of sorts for Vlad, and he’s eager to know what he’s done.

Vlad spreads his arms, as if to encompass the far wall of enormous floating monitors, the pink-swirling portal in the back left corner, the tables and shelves filled with cobbled-together metal gadgets. Vlad glances down. There are three empty toppled paint cans at Danny’s feet, clearly tripped over and just now settling.

“So, to what do I owe this delight? Have you come to hear about my specs for the new Maddie AI? Or maybe you’d like to hear about my recent cloning breakthroughs. Or—“ Vlad swoops in closer, circling Danny, delighting in the way Danny’s head whips about to follow his motions, “—is there something else even better you’d like to discuss?”

“Something else.”

Vlad frowns just slightly. There’s no passion in Danny’s voice, rare for a kid motivated almost entirely by his unstable emotions. There’s no fire in his eyes either. No accusation or quick remark lashing from his tongue. Danny’s eyes are calm, and his tone is simply flat.

“What, then?” Vlad asks, and he loses the traction of their banter.

“I went on a college visit yesterday.”

Vlad pauses. He’s half-stooped over Danny, expecting more to be said. Vlad finds himself with nothing to go on. “…Okay,” he says.

“I like the place a lot. And people with my grades get in there all the time. Especially if I keep them up for the rest of junior year I stand a good chance.”

“What place?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Then why are you telling me.” Vlad slides away from Danny. His hope of being cursed out is fading, and his brow furrows. His face brightens at a sudden thought, “Did you feel the urge to tell me because I’ve simply become a sort of father figure to you?”

“I want to go there. It’s three hours away by car. One and a half by the Fenton RV, but that’s with my dad driving.” Danny’s voice has become clinical, like the very words are tedious, like he’s talking to a customer service representative and he’s bored. “And it’s an hour away if I fly.”

“Get to the point Daniel. I’m a busy man.”

“No you’re not. You just have a lot of creepy pet projects.” Danny motions stiffly to the pod-like vats that once contained Danny’s old clones. “My point is I can’t keep super-heroing if I go there.”

“Ah,” Vlad brightens again. He leans in. “A crisis then? A conflict of character, of morality, and you’ve come to me for advice? You’re desperate to know if you can hang up your cape to chase a dream so banal as a normal college life?”

“God—no—shut up just a minute. Not everything’s that dramatic.” Danny leans away, sizing Vlad up. “My angsty teenage phase has been over for like a year. And what are you, like, 40? Chill out for like five minutes, for once.”

Vlad deflates a little, frowning.

Danny clears his throat to continue. “I’m not ‘hanging up my cape’. I’m not making any rash decisions. I’m just going to college, because that’s what I want to do, for me. And I’m doing it. I’ve still got my own life to live. But that means I’m not around Amity to help with the ghost patrol.”

“You’d willfully leave them unprotected, hmm?”

“Please. Mom and Dad are still kicking ghost ass in the meantime. And I’m not that irresponsible. I’m hiring a replacement.”

“Oh…who? Valerie?”

Danny snorts. “Hell no. She’s got a full ride to some college out in Michigan for field hockey. She’s getting the hell out like I am.” Danny’s face sobers. “No, I’m hiring you, Vlad. You’re going to pick up whatever slack I leave behind, got it?”

Vlad’s face splits into a grin, and he barks a laugh. Then he throws his head back and roars, teeth glinting, eyes deeply red and alight. He regains his composure with a few rolling chuckles, and fixes Danny with a condescending smirk. “Oh, adorable. You think you can make me do what you want.”

“Yeah, I can.”

“Can’t.”

“Can,” Danny answers firmly. “Because if you refuse, then I’m going back home, and the second I get through that front door, I’m doing this.” Danny straightens his shoulders just a fraction, and a glimmering white ring splits at his midsection, enveloping him, repainting him as something sallow and yet bright, cold and yet flickering hot, dead and so monstrously alive. And in some ways, he looks exactly the same. “I realized I don’t care about keeping my secret anymore, really. Mom and Dad accept Phantom as a helper way more often than they ever try to shoot at him, and they’d accept me. And I don’t think it would really change much anymore. I’m not 14 anymore. I could handle letting them know.”

Vlad’s jaw is tight. “…So?”

“So that’s where we’re different, V-man.” Danny flashes a condescending smile to match the one Vlad had worn. “You can’t dare to let them know. The Wisconsin Ghost? You? God, it would end you. My parents, and the town, and the government—they’d all be at your throat in an instant. You’d lose everything.” Danny rocks back on his heels. “And I’ll out you in a heartbeat if you give me a reason to. Because you don’t hold any leverage against me anymore, Vlad. I’ve grown up, and I’m over it.”

“You don’t…mean that,” Vlad answers slowly, dumbly.

“I do.” Another flash, and the rings sweep past Danny to reveal the simple body of a human once more.

“…Just for college?” Vlad doesn’t like the edge in his voice, the quiet anxiety. “Four years?”

Danny shrugs. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll come back home after college if it turns out ghost hunting is the thing I wanna do with my life. Maybe I won’t.” Danny steps forward, encroaching on Vlad, suddenly taller and surer than Vlad had ever seen him. “I’ll be home during breaks—I’m sure I’ll happily pick up the ghost hunting then. But maybe I’ll get an internship somewhere? Maybe I’ll take a term abroad, you know? Maybe I’ll stay a whole lot of years more and get my PhD in astrophysics. ‘Dr. Fenton’, like my mom. It’s got a nice ring to it.”

“You wouldn’t…” Vlad mutters. “Who says I’ll keep doing it that long, hmm?”

“Go ahead. Break your promise whenever. But the second you do, I’m giving your identity to everyone I know. And besides. You’re not going anywhere anyway.” Danny takes a few steps back, and motions around him. “This? Your whole secret lair down here? You’ve tethered yourself to this place. You’ve got no family anywhere, and you’ve got no ambitions in your life that don’t involve me or my mom. You’re 40 and you’re sad and you’ve made your bed here and I know you don’t intend to go anywhere else, even with all your money, because what purpose would you even have anywhere else, Vlad? You could do this for the rest of your life, picking up my slack. You just might.”

Danny flashes to ghost form again, and kicks off into the air, and hovers up to the ceiling from which he entered.

“Me, Vlad? I’m young, and I’ve got my life ahead of me, and I can still do something with it. I’m everything you’re not.”

Vlad says nothing. He only stares. He hears only static in his ears.

“See you later, or maybe never again, Fruit Loop.”

Maryland Gothic
  • Your house was built in 1920. It has been marked historic. It will now stand here untouched until the end of time. The bridge has been marked historic. It was built in 1930. No one is allowed to drive on it. Your neighbor’s fence has been marked historic. He built it three years ago. You go to church. The church falls down. It was built in 2005. No one will clear the rubble to save you. It has been marked historic. 
  • You get in your dinghy. You motor to town. You tie up your dinghy at the docks. You buy your government mandated industrial carton of Old Bay and Old Bay seasoned UTZ chips at the Royal Farms. You can’t remember the taste of water. You don’t remember sunlight. There is only Old Bay. 
  • You are on a mountain. The fog is too thick to see the road in front of you. You wait for it to clear. You drive until you reach a town below sea level. The fog is still here. It has followed you. 
  • Your friend from out of state asks if you want to go swimming in the Bay. You say no. You’ll be too busy contacting their next of kin.  
  • You are driving. The DC NPR station signal is growing weaker. You are not yet in range of the Baltimore NPR station. The signal is growing fainter. Fainter. Fainter. You flip between the static of both stations. Nothing. You are trapped. You pass a road sign that reads: New Market. Your flesh melts from your bones as Rush Limbaugh comes in loud and clear. 
  • You sailed your preposterously large yacht into Ego Alley. All eyes are upon you. You approach the dead end docks. The tourists look on in confusion. The dockside bar patrons begin to take bets. It is time to turn around and motor your way out. There is no space left. You cannot turn. You are stuck. The harbor patrol calls the Tugboat Of Shame. In the end, your body is strung up with the others. 
  • You are in Severna park. A woman approaches you. In one hand she holds a field hockey stick. In her other hand, a lacrosse stick. You must chose. You do not know how to play lacrosse. You do not know how to play field hockey. With a heavy heart, you say, “I don’t play sports.” The woman smiles.  She brandishes the lacrosse stick. You close your eyes. You feel your nose break. You see your own blood staining your Sperrys. You do not resist. It is your own fault for entering Severna Park without the proper training. 
  • The stink bugs are here. The stink bugs are here. The stink bugs are here. Ț̠̠̻̤́̍̅͊̑ͧ̊h̍̏͊ͤe̻ͬ͋̽ͤ ͖̦̼̣̰̝͙s̮̬̦̜͌ͭ̍͋͒̔ť̫̲̞͖̈́̅ȉ͉̓͌̈͌n̤̩̭̲ͣ̔ͧ̿k̲̝͓̠͓̥̙ͥͤ ̣̺̤̻ͩ̊̅̍̄ͯb̠̈́́͊̈́͗u̜̭̔͑̚g̘͎̼̪̳͌̍̅ͥ̋ͅsͨ́ ̒͛͌̂ͫ̾ă̬̣̹̲̠̠̘̋̇͊̋r͈͈͓͆͊ͯͧ̎ͯ̈́ě̯̒̓ͩͥ̽ͥ ̠ͭͦ̉h̬̘͓̉͆̋ͤ̚ë̻̟͉̊r̤͙̱̠̝̮͇ͬ́̋̿̄e͕̯̯͔͈.ͫͩ
Someday Your Child May Cry

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17. Insatiable

If Scully doesn’t stop shaking her sweet little ass against Mulder’s crotch, he’s not going to be held responsible for his actions.

True, it was his idea to call her to meet him here, his idea to spend the evening with her in a deserted baseball field. And he’s the one tho thought it would be fun and kind of cute if they tried to hit at the same time. The stance, too, the way that he’s totally wrapped around her with his chin tucked into her shoulder, that was his idea.

But the way they’re pressed together, not an inch of space between them from knees to shoulders? That’s all Scully, wriggling backwards into him until they’re locked together like two perfectly-matched puzzle pieces. If she keeps this up, if she keeps sliding her tempting backside across the front of his pants, wiggling her hips far more than necessary, Mulder’s going to lose all self-control, and the kid loading the pitching machine (the son of a single dad who lives on Mulder’s floor) is going to get a lesson in sex ed that he’ll never forget.

They miss two pitches in a row in spectacular fashion, mostly because they’re too busy being handsy on the bat to get a proper grip, and Scully lets out the most genuine peal of laughter- incredibly sexy laughter- that Mulder has ever heard from her. And just like that, he loses the battle against his growing arousal, and he’s suddenly as hard as a rock. She freezes the moment she feels him rubbing against her… but instead of moving away, she gives him an impish smile over her shoulder and grinds herself slowly, sensually against him. He lets out a feral growl into her ear and just barely manages to restrain himself from biting at her neck, like a rutting tomcat trying to get a better grip. Which is, essentially, what he’s going to be reduced to before long if she doesn’t knock it off with that tight little ass.

He’s done his research pretty thoroughly, and he knows that pregnancy hormones can frequently have a marked effect on a woman’s libido. He wonders if that’s what’s inspiring Scully’s teasing, or if she’s normally this playful, this demonstrative.

He’s also wondering how far this mood will take them tonight.

When the bucket of baseballs is empty, Mulder reluctantly peels himself away from Scully and pays the kid, who scampers off to his dad’s car, waiting in the parking lot. Together, he and Scully round up as many baseballs as they can find in the dark outfield, collecting them back into the bucket and carrying them to home plate. Scully stands next to the bucket, holding the bat, considering it thoughtfully.

“My high school in San Diego was more than a little lacking when it came to women’s athletics,” she tells Mulder, sighing. “There was field hockey, which I never cared for, and basketball, which I was too short for.” Mulder bites his tongue on a few jokes he suspects won’t do much for the mood he’s trying to create tonight. “I knew what sport I wanted to play, though, and Title IX had passed about six years before I started high school, so my dad pointed out to me that I just as much legal right to go out for the team as any of the boys.” She bends down and takes a baseball out of the basket. She tosses it up in the air, takes a textbook-perfect batter’s stance, and belts it out of sight into center field. Mulder stares at her, his mouth hanging open.

“Scully,” he says, “don’t tell me you already knew how-”

“Varsity baseball, all four years of high school,” she says, grinning cheekily at him. “It drove Bill crazy. He never got further than JV.”

“Then why did you let me think I was teaching you?” Mulder asks. “I feel like an idiot now! Why didn’t you say anything?” Scully’s smile turns impish again as she drops the bat and saunters over to him, leaning against his chest. She runs one hand down his stomach, stopping just below the button on his jeans. He gasps sharply.

“And miss getting a little better acquainted with this?” she asks. “Why on earth would I do that?”

Mulder has seen a thousand different versions of Scully over the years. There’s Scully the ass-kicking special agent, Scully the brilliant scientist, Scully the loving daughter and sister, Scully the stoic survivor. But this Scully, this flirty, forward Scully who sees what she wants and goes for it without any trace of shyness or hesitation… this is a Scully he’s never seen before, and he hopes like hell she’ll be coming out to play again in the future.

Mulder bends down enough to wrap Scully tightly in his arms. “If you’d like to get better acquainted, Scully,” he growls into her neck, “that can be arranged.” He kisses her forcefully, backing her up across home plate until she’s pressed into the backstop. He slides an arm under her and lifts her against the fence, and she wraps her legs around him, grinding against him more forcefully, seeking as much contact as she can find. She whimpers in frustration when it’s not enough, and he takes one hand from his waist and slides it down between them, cupping her through her jeans as she moans in gratitude. 

Given that he’s not yet learned exactly how she likes to be touched, it takes a surprisingly short time before she’s gasping and trembling against him in a way that tells him, beyond any doubt, that he’s gotten her there. He strokes her hair and murmurs encouragingly into her ear as she comes back down, and when she gets her breath back, she smiles up at him.

“I think,” she says, her voice hoarse, “that we should probably get out of here before someone calls the cops on us.”

“Agreed,” he says. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours is closer,” she says, kissing her way up his neck and nibbling at the skin just under his ear.

“Yours is cleaner,” he says. “Probably has fresh sheets on the bed and everything.”

“Mulder,” she sighs, “do you really care that much about clean sheets right now?”

She emphasizes her point by taking his earlobe into her mouth and sucking on it gently, and Mulder decides that no, clean sheets are not, at the moment, a priority.

anonymous asked:

TELL ME ABOUT THE FIELD HOCKEY GIRLS

YES YES YES ASJFGAJKSFGKASGKSAGFKA
WUHUHUUH YES!!
I hope it’s okay I put your questions together in one post! @soupfulness

So okay..let’s see what I have so far :D
The Field Hockey Girls are Liz and Kat (Katja) and they play in the same team!

They joined the local Hockey club when they were about 5-6 years old. Kat joined first. Her whole family is a Hockey family. She has 2 brothers, one older, one younger, and they all play.
Liz followed shortly after and they have been playing in the same team ever since.
They are both defenders and have the positions of the center back. Kat on the left, Liz on the right.
They are friends on and off court and due to being playing along side for such long time they know the other and are in sync on the court. When they are both at the field they form a solid defense!
Both have a more calm way when it comes to their play and they understand to slow a hectic match down again and bring the steady back.
Kat sometimes switches between center back and attacking full-back. She is fast and got a long stride so sometimes she takes the ball and brings it across the whole field in a long sprint. Her ball control is very steady and sure!

Liz is with about 164 cm a bit shorter than 171 cm tall Kat (but her hair makes up for it :D )

WAHAHH I LOVE HOCKEY!!! I played for the longest time!! I always thought about making a Hockey comic. But I really don’t have much for it..so yeah..there is that.

Thank you so much for asking!!! <33

Sports Vocab in Spanish

(this isn’t a complete list of all the sports or related terminology so feel free to add on if you would like)

  • deporte (m) - sport
  • deportista - sportsman/woman
  • atleta - athlete
  • fútbol (m) - soccer
  • fútbol americano (m) - (american) football
  • béisbol (m) - baseball
  • baloncesto/básquetbol (m) - basketball
  • voleibol (m) - volleyball
  • tenis (m) - tennis
  • golf (m) - golf
  • natación (f) - swimming
  • gimnasia (f) - gymnastics
  • gimnasia rítmica (f) - rhythmic gymnastics
  • baile (m) / danza (f) - dance
  • esquí (m) - ski
  • ciclismo (m) - cycling
  • hockey sobre hielo (m) - ice hockey
  • hockey sobre césped (m) - field hockey
  • pista y campo (f) - track and field
  • artes marciales (f) - martial arts
  • boxeo (m) - boxing
  • pelota (f) - ball
  • *gol (m) - goal
  • lanzar (v) - to throw
  • patear (v) - to kick
  • atrapar (v) - to catch

*bonus word

  • *deep inhale* GOOOOOOOOOOL / GOOOOLLAAAAAZZZOOOOO - a word used in soccer when your favorite team scores a goal
The Ni/Se Dynamic, and the Misunderstanding of Inferior Se (from an athletic INFJ)

SUBMITTED by aanau

I recently went rock-climbing with my friends, and believe or not, I (an Inferior Se) was the only one not freaking out and who was totally comfortable taking these scary steps from one rock to another. Come to think of it, I’ve always been pretty athletic. I was no high school star, but I definitely was one of the better sports players, and was always “one of the guys” in gym class where I was competitive and enthusiastic to get a good sweat going. I’m pretty fearless with physical activities, and I never get seriously injured. I can pick up on many skills just by watching once or twice.

Yet I’m a Se-inferior. Aren’t INxJs detached and clumsy? How is it that I’m so clearly NOT a sensor if you knew me in person, yet I seem to have no problem with using my Se?

And the way I see it (or rather, feel it) is, inferior Se is like moving through a Van Gogh painting. At all times, my environment feels like Starry Night, with these hypnotic brush strokes swirling around. I’m more focused on the physical world in relation to the whole picture, just as the seemingly chaotic nature of Starry Night creates the perfect painting. I AM clumsy and detached… when I’m not consciously aware of my environment. It takes effort for me to use Se. It takes me to say to myself “okay, pay attention; be aware” to use it, and once I get myself into that mode of thinking, I get that iconic Se “in the zone” feeling.

It’s tunnel-vision. It’s when you can be (emphasis on can because skill and practice is involved) masterful at physical skills and being aware of your environment when your environment doesn’t include your peripherals. I’m able to be good at sports and climbing and all that kind of stuff because every action is planned and deliberate. That means I can easily keep up with higher Se-users… until they do something unexpected, or the environment throws something at me I didn’t calculate in my head. Running down the field with a ball in field hockey, I’m an expert at. Getting it to the circle I can do, because my laser focus has predicted every move up until then. It’s when I didn’t account for the goalie, or that one defensive player being faster than me, that I get clumsy. Otherwise, look out, because I’ll be knocking girls down left and right. And really, that’s a microcosm for how Se works for me all the time. I’m physically unstoppable until something unplanned happens, or I have to make a split-second decision that I hadn’t already made ten yards before.

In retrospect, I have an unhealthy mindset with Se. I feel like I have to prove myself to everyone that I’m strong or fast or competent. I block out pain because I weirdly see pain as proof that I can handle things, and I don’t want to be seen as weak. I got punched in the face at work by a patient and my reaction was to be like “Did anyone see that?! That was awesome!” because dang I’m like an action hero from the movies I just got punched in the face! Does it hurt? I don’t know I’m not thinking about the pain right–oh. Oh yeah it hurts. I’ll just keep tuning it out though.

And I do have a ditziness to me with sensory things. At work, as a CNA, I feel a lot dumber than I actually am. Even when I’m “in the zone” in completing tasks and being on my feet and challenging myself to get all the trash out within the hour, I’ll get told I missed something completely obvious. Like, forgetting to seal the really smelly trash even though I should’ve smelt it myself. Or not seeing someone’s dinner tray on the counter. Well I didn’t notice those things because I was focused on getting all the trash done on time! I get forgetful, and just plain feel like an idiot.

Grip reactions are hard for me to pinpoint, because I lose self-awareness. I don’t go overboard with drinking and sex, but I become self-destructive in other ways. I become either extremely lazy to the point my brain feels like mush because all I’m doing is watching mindless television, or I become overly active to the point of overworking my body. I procrastinate and don’t want to make big decisions, and I get this anxiety that I’m missing out on life and I’m not really feeling anything. That in itself might be what manifests in excessive drinking and partying for others, but for me it just makes me shut down and not be productive. It’ll make me lose sight of my future, and my ability to make all my actions meaningful.

Inferior Se is often stereotyped, and just because you’re active and good at sports must mean you’re a high Se user. But people forget that Se works with Ni, and with Ni at the forefront, it just instructs Se rather than the other way around.

Two movies come to mind: Moana and The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Both star Ni-dom characters, and people doubt their types because they’re physically active. But both movies are so led by a Ni-dom mindset about Se. Walter Mitty is a love letter to inferior Se specifically: the Ni dom wants to engage in the world and in their Se, but can’t do so unless there’s meaning behind it. Hence the themes in the movie about life! people! experience! connections! you need these to make your life matter! The movie isn’t about Se, but about the Ni outlook on Se as the Ni-dom character embraces it. Moana is less so, being a fun-for-everyone kids’ film, but the theme is still there: Se is meaningless without Ni leading it. She doesn’t use Se for Se’s sake (taking in the world as it comes in, being fully immersed in the present), but for Ni’s sake (how does this create meaning and impact the future?).

To sum up my point: inferior Se isn’t just clumsy and accidentally ruining your life overnight, and it’s often misunderstood how the Ni/Se dynamic works. You don’t use one function by itself, and that’s what makes inferior Se on typing posts kind of shallow, because the functions are reduced to individual components, and behaviors are being looked at rather than the motivations. Of course, with fictional characters it’s harder to discern those motivations, but with characters like Moana and Walter Mitty, you can easily see how they’re led by Ni in their Se actions.

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Not Right Now- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by clibphotography

Requested: Yes 

Request:  “Can you do an Andre imagine where the boys chirp at him for asking the reader to marry him at a young age?”

Authors Note: I hope you like it. 

REQUEST ARE OPEN =)

Warning: Marriage 

Ps: For me, school is starting tomorrow along with Field hockey season. I will try to post when I can. Im always on here so don't be afraid to message me.- I love you.


You and Andre got up and did your usual morning routine. You made breakfast, took a shower, and got ready for your day. To you, it was another Monday, but to Andre, it was the biggest day of his life.

“By babe, see you later,” you said giving him a kiss.

“Y/n… I wanted to ask you something” he said taking your hand.

“What is it?” you asked him concerned.

“I want to cook you dinner tonight,” he said with a smile.

“Ok, I’m fine with that. I thought you were going to ask me something serious.“ You said while grabbing your things to leave.

“You have no idea” Andre whispered.

“What was that?” You asked not knowing what he said.

“Nothing, I just hope you have a good day,” he said while bringing you in for one last kiss.

As you headed to class you were trying to figure out what was up with Andre. He’s been acting strange for the last few weeks, but you really didn’t know why. After you left, Andre got ready to go to morning practice.

“ Morning Tom,” Andre said while setting down his gym bag.

“Morning Bro, anything new going on?” Tom asked while putting on his chest padding.

“Actually I wanted to tell you something, but it’s just between you and me,” Andre said nervously.

“Andre we are like family, you can tell me anything,” Tom said reassuringly.

“ Ummm…….. I wanted to ask Y/n to marry me” Andre whispered to Tom.

“You’re joking….. right?” Tom said a little taken back.

“What do you mean?” Andre asked confused

“It’s just that you are so young Andre. You have your whole life ahead of you.” Tom said in shock.

“ I know I do, but I really want to spend the rest of it with Y/n,” he said getting a little upset.

“I know, I feel the same way about Taylor. Even though I feel that way about her, I’m not going to marry her anytime soon.” Tom protested.

“We will continue this conversation later.” Tom continued.

“For most of practice, Andre was off his game and his team noticed.

“Andre, I want to talk to you for a second” Alex said while skating over to him.

“Tom told me about you asking Y/n to marry you.” Alex continued.

“TOM, YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD NOT TELL ANYONE!” Andre shouted across the ice.

“ I DID NOT JUST TELL ANYONE, I TOLD OUR HOCKEY DAD” Tom shouted back.

“You can’t blame him,” Alex said nudging Andres’ head.

“I know,” Andre said frustrated.

“ I love you and Y/n, but I think you’re too young to be getting married,” Alex said skating along next to Andre.

“Does everyone think this?” Andre said getting even more frustrated.

“Being married is a lot of work, it takes a lot of time,” Alex said seriously.

“I know, I just wish people would understand that I’m ready,” Andre said calmly.

“We do think you are ready but just not right now,” Alex said skating away.

Practice wrapped up fairly quickly, and soon everyone was back into the locker room. You had gotten out of class early so you decided to meet Andre.

“Hey guys,” you said walking into the locker room.

“Hey Y/n,” everyone said tiredly.

“What’s going on?” you asked concerned.

“ Your boyfriend,” Tom said pulling you into a hug.

“Whats wrong with Andre?” You asked confused.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Alex said walking you out of the locker room.

“Why is no one telling me what’s wrong?” you asked getting flustered.

“Andre told us that today he was planning on asking you a question,” Tom said not knowing how to break it to you.

“What’s the question?” You asked.

“He was going to ask you to marry him, but we told him that he was not ready,” Alex said bluntly.

“Wow!… Ummm….Do you know where I can find him? You asked in shock.

“He’s  out on the ice” Tom directed you.

You walked to the entrance of the ice to find Andre shooting goals.

“Hey,” you said while walking up to him.

“Hey…. so I’m guessing you know what happened,” Andre said sadly.

“ Now I know why you wanted to cook dinner tonight, even though you never do,” you said hugging him.

“I just wanted to let you know that I will marry you, but not right now,” you said looking up at him.

“I understand,” he said kissing your forehead.

“ I definitely want to marry you, but in the future,” you said not letting go of him.

“So if I asked you tomorrow would you say yes? He said jokingly.

“I mean years not hours Burakovsky.” You said laughing.

“I love you,” Andre said leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you too” you responded.