“This sounds really dumb,” she said with a sudden violence. “Really, really dumb! But it’s––” she groped, helpless, then sprang to her feet, unable to stay still.
“It’s like––there are all these things I don’t even know!” she said, pacing with quick angry steps. “Do you think I remember what I looked like, learning to walk, or what the first word I said was? No, but Mama does! And that’s so stupid, because what difference does it make, it doesn’t make any difference at all, but it’s important, it matters because she thought it was, and… oh, Roger, if she’s gone, there won’t be a soul left in the world who cares what I’m like, or thinks I’m special not because of anything, but just because I’m me! She’s the only person in the world who really, really cares I was born, and if she’s gone…” She stood still on the hearthrug, hands clenched at her sides, and mouth twisted with the effort to control herself, tears wet on her cheeks. Then her shoulders slumped and the tension went out of her tall figure. […]
“You’re wrong, you know,” he said softly, and held out his hand to her. “It isn’t only your mother who cares.”
Voyager Chapter 22 All Hallows’ Eve
“Don’t you see, Mama? He has to know––has to know he did it, he did what he meant for us.” Her lips quivered, and she pressed them together for a minute.
“We owe it to him, Mama,” she said softly. “Somebody has to find him, and tell him.” Her hand touched my face, briefly. “Tell him I was born.”
Voyager Chapter 23 Craigh Na Dun
“It’s verra fine to see ye, Claire,” he said softly. “I thought I never… well.” He shrugged slightly, as though to ease the tightness of the linen shirt across his shoulders. He swallowed, then met my eyes directly.
“The child?” he said. Everything he felt was evident on his face; urgent hope, desperate fear, and the struggle to contain both.
I smiled at him, and put out my hand. “Come here.” […]
“My… she…” His voice was hoarse with shock. “Daughter. My daughter. She… knows?”
“She does. Look at the rest.” I slid the first picture from his grasp, revealing the snapshot of Brianna, uproariously festooned with the icing of her first birthday cake, a four-toothed smile of fiendish triumph on her face as she waved a new plush rabbit overhead.
Jamie made a small inarticulate sound, and his fingers loosened. I took the small stack of photographs from him and gave them back, one at a time.
Brianna at two, stubby in her snowsuit, cheeks round and flushed as apples, feathery hair wisping from under her hood.
Bree at four, hair a smooth bell-shaped gleam as she sat, one ankle propped on the opposite knee as she smiled for the photographer, proper and poised in a white pinafore.
At five, in proud possession of her first lunchbox, waiting to board the school bus to kindergarten. […]
“Tell me about her.” One forefinger traced the pudgy features of the baby in the snowsuit. “What was she like as a wee lassie? What did she first say, when she learned to speak?”
Wincest AU: For lookingoutformybrother. When Sam is reluctant to hook up with Sarah, Dean assumes it’s because Sam’s still in love with Jessica. He’s half right; Sam’s heart belongs to someone else. Sam just doesn’t know how to tell Dean that someone else is him.
Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 4
“I’m fucking exhausted.” Bill groaned, throwing his head back against the black leather seat, gripping onto the steering wheel tightly as we drove back to his place.
I yawned in agreement, checking the time on the dashboard to see it was 7:30pm. It wasn’t late but it felt it, we’d been up since the crack of dawn.
“Hey, Mya. I’m sorry about earlier, getting interrupted and all that.” Bill apologised, and I shrugged.
“It was probably for the best to be honest, maybe we shouldn’t do anything beyond the point of our places. The last thing we want is people to start reading between the lines, I really want to keep my name out of the press and I’m sure you don’t need the hassle.” I motioned to Bill, who let out a dry laugh.
“You make it sound like people thinking we’re dating is the worst thing in the world, you need to relax. So what if the rumours start, I’m sure it’d be fine.”
“Yeah, but we’re not dating, Bill. We’re super close, yeah, but sleeping together is already asking for trouble and doing it in public is adding fuel to the fire.” I pointed out and he groaned in response.
“It didn’t even count as sleeping together today, I barely got in before Roger was knocking on the door.” He complained, turning off the junction and heading up through a secluded road that was surrounded by large trees.
Bill’s driveway had a trail of small lights that illuminated the way, so it was always easy to find the house.
He pulled up in front of the large, glass house and cut the engine with another yawn.
I hopped on out of the car, as did Bill. I didn’t bother removing my kit from the car, as it’d have to be used again soon.
It was a relief to enter the house and have the door shut behind us, it was comforting being in a place that was so familiar to me.
Bill had automatic lights that came on whenever there was movement within the building, it was an added security measure too.
We both kicked off our shoes and hung up our jackets, I watched sympathetically as Bill rubbed his clean, shaven face.
“Want me to order pizza while you get changed?” He offered, and I nodded eagerly, practically galloping up the wooden stairs to the second level of his house.
It was no secret that Bill’s success had paid well, and his house just mirrored that.
It was a five bedroom place with two levels, a gorgeous lounge, luxurious kitchen with marble counters and a back yard with a hot tub and dark decking.
I made my way into Bill’s room, we always shared it when I stayed over, even though he had four other rooms.
I searched through his walk in wardrobe, looking for one of his soft, cotton t-shirts that I could borrow since I had no interest in wearing one of my own that I kept here.
Satisfied once I’d found a pristine, white one, I removed my own top and bra, pulling the soft material over my head.
I unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them off, relieved to be out of the constricting material.
I shoved all of my clothes into the wash hamper that was located in the corner of his dark room, leaving them for him to wash since I really didn’t feel like doing it myself.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, tilting my head to the side.
It was no secret that I had insecurities, I mean, who doesn’t?
I admired my false, blonde hair, delicately tugging on the end of it.
My skin was quite fair, although I still had a slight bit of colour left from the summer. The white t-shirt made my pathetic excuse of a tan stand out more, and I didn’t mind how I looked tonight.
Even in Bill’s long t-shirt that you could quite clearly see through, as my black thong and nipple piercings were pretty prominent.
My legs were long and quite toned, even though I was definitely not the skinniest girl around.
My finger nails were a deep red, they matched my gel pedicure also.
The only thing that made me insecure within that moment was the mark that Bill had left on my neck at lunch, if anything it had gotten more visible throughout the day.
I sighed and mumbled a curse as I rubbed my neck, turning Bill’s bedroom light off and making my way back downstairs.
Since Bill’s house was also open plan downstairs, I could see him sat on his couch with his arms folded, the television on and playing Friends.
I took a gentle seat next to him and he turned to face me slightly, cocking an eyebrow up.
“Is that my t-shirt?”
“Nope.” I replied quickly, pulling the blanket off the back of his large, black couch and using it to cover my bare legs.
“I’ve ordered pizza, got your usual, the app says it should be here in about twenty minutes.”
“Thank you.” I whispered, feeling his hands go under the blanket and to my legs where he rubbed them gently.
I leant one arm on the back of the couch so my body was slightly twisted and rested my head on my hand, Bill copied me.
“You know, you’re one of the most amazing people i’ve ever met.” He expressed, giving my ankle a squeeze.
“Well, you’re pretty cool yourself. It’s weird, I never thought I’d ever make any friends when I moved from New Jersey to LA, yet my first day on the set of Hemlock Grove and I met you.” I chuckled, remembering the day as if it was yesterday.
“I remember, you were my make up artist for the day and I was freaking out, thinking you were gonna put lipstick on me or some shit.” He laughed.
“That was so funny, I was trying so hard to hold myself together and be professional.” I giggled, briefly brushing my hair from my eyes.
“I recall seeing you come onto set, you were wearing that Motley Cruë raglan and ripped jeans, I thought you looked amazing.”
I rolled my eyes at his compliment, slightly impressed that he’d remembered such specific details like that, looking down towards the fabric of the blanket, I began picking at it between my fingers.
I felt his hand leave my leg and Bill was soon grasping my chin between his long fingers, urging me to look up.
Our eyes connected and there was a weird feeling of suspense surrounding us, I could see his green eyes flickering between my eyes and lips.
We both started moving closer together, our lips millimetres apart.
Just as they were about to touch, the sound of the doorbell ringing made us jump apart.
Bill looked at me for a second with wide eyes, before hopping over the back of the couch to answer the door.
I was left stunned, replaying the moment in my head.
Were we about to kiss? Like… properly?
I know we kissed whenever we were having sex or doing stuff, but this was different, there was no sexual tension or hunger, it just felt normal and just thinking about it left butterflies in my stomach.
I was distracted from my thoughts when Bill came back over to the couch, pizza boxes in his hands.
He was staring at me intently, like he was analysing me for a sign that I was freaking out about what almost just happened.
I could tell he was tense and I didn’t want him to be, he had no need to be tense. So, I offered him a small grin and almost instantly I saw his demeanour change.
He grinned back and sat back down, also pulling the blanket over his lap as he gave me a pizza box.
“This smells so good, I’m starving. I haven’t even had the chance to have a snack today, when Roger interrupted us I just went back to work.” I moaned, taking a bite of the pizza which had all of my favourite toppings on.
“Same, but it wasn’t food I was hungry for.” He winked, chewing the food in his mouth.
“You’re a creep.” I giggled, shoving him playfully.
“You love it.”
We sat and ate our pizza on his couch and when we were finished, we cuddled up close under the blanket.
“I can’t imagine life without you.” I mumbled, taking his hand and playing with his fingers.
“You don’t have to, I’m right here, I always will be.” He murmered, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to his side and resting his chin upon my head.
I tucked in close to him, enveloping in his warmth and protection, and with that, my eyes began to drift shut from exhaustion and from just feeling so safe in Bills arms.
My life wouldn’t be worth living without him.
-Hey everyone, just an ending note. I decided to include more depth into feelings, explore the back story too. What does everyone think? I hope you enjoy, the next part will be uploaded tomorrow!
I really hope in the end Reiner gets a good ending, I know he is the reason so many people died but you can see it in his actions and his eyes in the latest chapters that he is messed up in the head.
I mean look at it this way;
☆he never got to know his father because hes Marleyan and Reiner is a half Marley/ Eldian
☆he lived in a ghetto, punished for being an Eldian
☆his mother was brainwashed with lies
☆all he wanted was to reunite his mum and dad
☆mainly because of his mum.
☆trained as a kid soldier, and struggled
☆teased and bullied for being weak
☆gets this huge responsibility at the age of 12
☆this means he only has 13 years to live aka till hes 25
☆again. Bullied for getting the armoured titan
☆sent off to a island with the others to destroy the ‘devils’
☆hes completely brainwashed to believe what hes doing is right
☆watches one of his friends get eaten, after marcel saves his life.
☆then after destroying the inner wall, has to live within the walls.
☆While within the walls, he meets the rest of 104th, who show him kindness and respect. He becomes their big brother and falls in love with historia who again shows him a kindness which he has probably never had.
☆Realising they are in fact good people, and hes one of the reasons they are in this mess right now. Why some of them lost family and friends
☆then he is conflicted between his soldier persona and the warrior. His inner conflicts must be tormenting him. WE KNOW he cares for the 104th or why would he ever save them or help them at all
(Examples: helping Eren train, saving Conny, saving Historia from falling etc)
☆yet with the situation with Marco, he is a warrior while taking away his 3DMG but once they moved away he is wondering WHY Marco is being eaten, he had snapped back to soldier persona that quickly..
☆then shit just goes down, i feel like if beast titan (aka zeke) hadnt shown up, they wouldnt of revealed themselves at all, it was probably the pressure of knowing he was also there now.
☆finds out ymir ate his friend, so now has to take her back to Marley too, while fighting to get Eren to come along. But in this moment all of his friends turn their back on him, wanting him dead. He is unwanted once again.
☆then he doesnt even leave the island without being pressured by Zeke, having to fight him to decide what to do about annie.
☆he goes back, not knowing what happened to his friends annie and berthodlt (they havent mentioned his death yet from Reiners POV)
☆is straight away back into being used as a puppet of war for the Marleyans
☆sees the ‘next generation’ of titan shifters. One including his little cousin Gabi who is determined to be the next armoured titan, she doesn’t realise the reality that if she was to get it, reiner would be completely gone (she believes they will always be together)
And he cant even tell her the truth
☆goes into the ghetto again, living behind more walls
☆he comes home to what he left. Nothing has changed apart from the fact his mother is still brainwashed if not more, so proud of her family having 2 warriors, yet she has not become any better off since Reiner left all that time ago.
☆again he cannot tell the truth, he has trouble talking about his time there.
☆then is flung straight back in to war discussions about going to destroy the ‘devils
(All while knowing they are his friends, or were his friends who all now want him dead)
☆he doesnt know what has happened to the 104th, he doesnt know if anyone has died lately etc
So overall from here Reiner is extremely messed up, hes been trapped behind walls all of his life, expected to be a strong warrior, yet is shown so much kindness and respect by the 104th and people around him so now he is again stuck in
He is always trapped behind walls for the whole of his life, he goes from the ghetto to paradis. He was always seen as being unimportant, he was rejected by his dad before he left on the mission (his dad did come to see him off) although their meeting hadnt been a good one. All 12 year old Reiner wanted was to come home a hero and a good son.
You could only just imagine what is going through Reiners mind right now. He found his own family within the 104th not with the Marleyans. He was treated so much better with the 104th. Treated like crap by the Marleyans yet now has to kill the 104th because THEY are the devils… when really Reiner knows they are not.
His mother is so proud of her family yet what benefits did she get when Reiner became a warrior?
Yet she is still yapping on about how they are all devils on the island. Then she has to REMIND Reiner that they are the devils and they are good. She is also determined to see Gabi become the next armoured titan…
That would mean the death of her son.
Does she even care though or is it for personal gain. We do not know a lot about Karina aka Reiners mother but it seems she was the one to push him into the life he is having now.
Now imagine your own mother doing that. So obsessive over the warrior program and being ‘good Eldians’ that she basically sent her son to his death. Her only son, the only person who could ‘reunite’ her with Reiners dad..
Did she do it because she loved him or out of her own selfishness?
Reiner too had it so hard, he was not strong at the beginning and struggled in the warrior program. He had to try so god dam hard to even get near the top because he wanted to make his mother proud.
Again his mother.
(This also explains the reason why he helped armin in training too, because Marcel helped Reiner)
Not to mention THEY ARE CHILDREN.
Finally now think about being 12, told to go destroy these so called devils. Ending up watching his friend get eaten by a titan after being pushed out the way (now the guilt of Marcels death is strong due to Porco being salty) being told her should of died not marcel. That he shouldn’t of been the armoured titan in the first place. Reiner couldnt even go home instead up to the age of 21 (9 years) he couldnt go home and see his family. Instead had to live a lie and under his soldier persona.
Lying to people who showed him kindness and helped him.
Reiner just wanted to be a hero and a good son. But his life has been nothing but traumatising for him.
I guess as the chapters continue too we will see more of how messed up his life is knowing he only has -4 years to live now before he too is killed off by another child soldier who will also go through more trauma.
These are my own thoughts on the situation with Reiner. What do you think?
How do we know the difference between ISFJ, ISFP and INFP? My type is lost between these three.
Look at how your process new things.
ISFJ: When I encounter a new situation, person, or idea, I internally scan my memory banks and personal experiences to see if any of this feels familiar to me, so I can use that as a basis for comparison and know how to interact with this new idea, person, or situation. I then reach out to others to form a sense of emotional closeness in order to better navigate the situation and get things done through this emotional network. I enjoy analyzing new information as I discover it and like to place it into an internal framework, category, or box, to help me understand a range of situations, people, and things, so that next time I encounter something similar, I will know how to respond.
ISFP: When I encounter a new person, situation, or idea, I first decide if I have any personal interest in them or if what the situation provides aligns with what I believe is right. I form a judgment on the new information and, if it does not conflict with my beliefs, I am happy to engage with it / the person. I enjoy soaking in information, observing, and taking action. I am good at seeing an opportunity to act, or to make something happen. Sometimes, I like to think about my ideal future and how I might make my dreams into reality. I rely on my instincts and like to learn hands-on. I’m not afraid to get physically involved.
When I encounter a new person, situation, or idea, I first decide if I
have any personal interest in them or if what the situation provides
aligns with what I believe is right. I form a judgment on the new
information and, if it does not conflict with my beliefs, I am happy to
engage with it / the person.
I like to indulge many different possibilities and ideas, and sometimes lose my connection to reality because I find what is inside my mind far more fun. I often read between the lines and assign people motives, or guess what is going on with them. I tend to change my mind often about what I want from life or what profession I might pursue, and am often distracted by newer and better ideas. I like to discuss things (philosophy, poetry, psychology, science, etc) more than do them and tend to be a little nostalgic. I’m not a big fan of change.
And since I know someone else will ask me if I do not include it:
When I encounter a new situation, person, or idea, I
try and see how this fits into a larger framework within my mind for understanding people / society / the big picture. I do not always absorb this information if I cannot see how it might help me to further my goals, but I find most things interesting enough to listen for awhile. I prefer to visualize the future in my mind. I often feel I have drawn the right conclusions about situations, people’s motives, or future events and find it difficult to change my mind once it is made up.
I reach out to others to form a sense of emotional closeness in
order to achieve my goals. I enjoy analyzing new information as I discover it
and like to place it into an internal framework, category, or box, to
help me understand a range of situations, people, and things, so I can better form accurate intuitive insights.
When I encounter a new situation, person, or idea, I
try and see how this fits into a larger framework within my mind for
understanding people / society / the big picture. I do not always absorb
this information if I cannot see how it might help me to further my
goals, but I find most things interesting enough to listen for awhile. I
prefer to visualize the future in my mind. I often feel I have drawn
the right conclusions about situations, people’s motives, or future
events and find it difficult to change my mind once it is made up.
I counter any and all information with facts and measure my success through results. I want to apply knowledge rather than just theorize about it, and do not often share my feelings.
ISTJ: When I encounter a new situation, person, or idea, I
internally scan my memory banks and personal experiences to see if any
of this feels familiar to me, so I can use that as a basis for
comparison and know how to interact with this new idea, person, or
I counter any and all information with facts and measure my success through results. I want to apply knowledge rather than just theorize about it, and do not often share my feelings.
ISTP: When I encounter a new person, situation, or idea, I consult my inner framework of logic to determine if it is consistent, thorough, and rational. I am more interested in consistent, clear, precise logic than results. I form a logical judgment on the new information and if it seems worthy of consideration, I am happy to engage with it. I enjoy soaking in information,
observing, and taking action. I am good at seeing an opportunity to act,
or to make something happen. Sometimes, I like to think about my ideal
future and how I might make my dreams into reality. I rely on my
instincts and like to learn hands-on. I’m not afraid to get physically
When I encounter a new person, situation, or idea, I consult my inner
framework of logic to determine if it is consistent, thorough, and
rational. I am more interested in consistent, clear, precise logic than
results. I form a logical judgment on the new information and if it
seems worthy of consideration, I am happy to engage with it.
I like to indulge many different possibilities and ideas, and sometimes
lose my connection to reality because I find what is inside my mind far
more fun. I often read between the lines and assign people motives, or
guess what is going on with them. I tend to change my mind often about
what I want from life or what profession I might pursue, and am often
distracted by newer and better ideas. I like to discuss things
(philosophy, poetry, psychology, science, etc) more than do them and
tend to be a little nostalgic. I’m not a big fan of change.
Harry gave a shocked laugh, “Smooth, very smooth.” Louis shrugged unapologetically.
“What can I say, you’re cute, and I’ve only got one stop
left before you get off. I don’t exactly have time to beat around the
bush.” Harry giggled again, and quickly handed his phone to Louis to get
Louis dialed his own number and handed the phone back to him as the train was pulling into Harry’s stop.
Just before the doors opened, Harry turned around and smiled. “See you on Thursday, Louis.”
Harry and Louis meet at an event and hit it off, but Louis is hiding something important about his life.
Harry Styles is a witch who owns the best flower shop in Manchester.
Lottie Tomlinson is planning her wedding, and brings her brother along
to her first appointment. Both men have been having a bad day and sparks
i know there’s a lot of these floating around and already made, but i wanted to have my own list with my personal favorite lyrics that i can refer to for my own tags. i thought it might be helpful to others, so here we are !! under the cut, you’ll find 1,000 different lyrics that are organized into various categories ( general/misc, slow burn, betrayal, unrequited, & more ) based on my interpretation on them. this list has everything from smokey robinson to dear evan hansen to eminem, so it should also be very diverse. trigger warnings will be placed in the categories they have them in. also, some words have been changed so they make more sense. let me know about any spelling mistakes or triggers i may have missed, as well as any lyrics i may have put in the wrong section. please like/reblog if you use or found this helpful, and most importantly, enjoy !!
My brothers once told me:
do not read between the lines,
do not believe in what humans
higher than God,
for love is a weakness,
and free will is a cross
not meant for us
And temptation drives men away
from our Father’s devotion,
straight into the arms of the devil,
for only fools follow chimeras
and Satan is the king of
But the morning haze
and the touch of a man
forgive me Father
for I have read between the lines
and held one soul high,
men are allowed,
to the point where
But I didn’t fall,
I jumped off the cliff,
bringing my cross
and my weakness
In IxFPs, how does a person know they have Ne-Si or Se-Ni (healthy and unhealthy) and how would it affect their Fi and Te? what would they act like?
(Gif: Anne Shirley, Anne with an E. INFP.)
When self-typing, it’s important to think about HOW you process information (where does it come from? what kind of focus do you have? on the sensory world or the unseen? do you judge by ethics or logical principles?), WHAT you can express with no difficulty (your feelings? your logic? your ideas? what you saw?), and WHY you do what you do, more than your behaviors.
Healthy Ne: I foresee different potential outcomes and come up with a generalized plan but can change tactics without much trouble if one of my ideas falls through. I believe in my ability to innovate. I often read between the lines and intuit what people’s motives or intentions may be, but leave room for my views to change with additional information. I have trained myself to find creative ways to make a point without being offensive, by provoking others to think or see something from another perspective. I recognize when my own views are self-contradictory, but my open-mindedness encourages continual growth. I have learned to separate my ‘imagined’ motives from people’s genuine motives; I recognize that my extremely high expectations for reality are not always realistic, but that’s okay – I can have fun wherever I go.
Unhealthy Ne: I abandon people when I lose interest in them, and fail to enjoy what I have in a quest for something more and better. As a result, I do not put much effort into my friendships and often do not realize how much I liked having someone around until they are gone. I am easily distracted, scatterbrained, and often abandon projects once my interest in their potential fades (poor Te). I assume that I know everyone’s motives and true intentions, and refuse to listen to their explanations, preferring instead to stay to ‘my side’ of things. I do not much care that I self-contradict all the time and become angry and defensive when others point out how inconsistent I can be. I justify being flighty, irresponsible, or unrealistic rather than focus on maturing myself. Real life often disappoints me, because it is so dull.
This naturally flows into the other functions, some of which may or may not be healthy all on their own (of course, Enneagram also plays a role, so don’t forget to factor that in – I’m not knowledgeable enough on Enneagram to speculate in depth, so you’ll have to do your own research).
Unhealthy Ne + Fi/Te: Since (unhealthy or emotionally stinted) high Fi tends to dig in its heels and become defensive over its actions, when paired with Ne you have an explosive combination of whimsical imagination and defiance, often with an interplay of subjective personal experiences (Si - well, that’s not how it happened TO ME!!) that ignore other people’s different experiences.
Unhealthy Ne + Ti/Fe: Since (unhealthy or emotionally stinted) high Ti tends to dismiss people as cogs in a greater faulty system, when paired with Ne, you have an extreme tendency toward detached arrogance and carelessness toward other people’s feelings, often with nitpicky subjective personal preferences (think Sheldon Cooper and his BUT THERE’S TWO PICKLES ON THIS SANDWICH AND THERE SHOULD BE THREE).
(Gif: Gilbert Blythe, Anne with an E. ESTP.)
Healthy Se: I engage casually and easily with the environment, noticing swift changes and able to react in a timely fashion. I am comfortable in my body, and in new spaces, with no needed time to adjust. I have learned that others are not as physically confident or aggressive as I am and respect their space, while urging them to try new things and instilling confidence in them through my easygoing methods of engagement. I am objective in my observations, and am good at collecting experiences. I have learned to experience all life has to offer but also to appreciate what I have and hold onto the things that matter. I have learned to move on with grace when I lose interest, but still value others while doing it, and pause to think how this will impact my future before I act rashly.
Unhealthy Se: I have left wrecked friendships and relationships in my wake in my continual quest for new experiences. I lose interest in things once I conquer them and I often over-indulge my senses by spending more than I have on things that will not matter and that I will lose interest in over time. I live so much for the moment that I give no thought to how I might look back in five years and regret my actions today. I stubbornly refuse to look beyond the surface of anyone or anything and either over-rely on my “gut instinct) (Ni loop) or ignore my hunches altogether in favor of immediate action.
This naturally flows into the other functions, some of which may or may
not be healthy all on their own (of course, Enneagram also plays a role,
so don’t forget to factor that in – I’m not knowledgeable enough on
Enneagram to speculate in depth, so you’ll have to do your own
Unhealthy Se + Fi/Te: Since (unhealthy or emotionally stinted)
high Fi tends to dig in its heels and become defensive over its
actions, when paired with Se you have an explosive combination of
someone acting on all their feelings, all the time, without thought for
how this will play out in the future, sometimes with take-charge Te
bossiness and/or emphasis (GET IT DONE) along for the ride.
Unhealthy Se + Ti/Fe:
Since (unhealthy or emotionally stinted) high Ti tends to dismiss
people as cogs in a greater faulty system, when paired with Se, the
result can sometimes be bullying / aggressive physical behavior,
sometimes aimed at provoking an emotional reaction (Fe) from its
targets. This often comes along with detached arrogance or carelessness
toward others’ feelings, and a fatalistic futuristic attitude (we’re all
screwed, I’m screwed).
This goes for all types:
To determine health levels:
Ask yourself how much control you have over this function (all)
Ask yourself how skillfully you use this function (all)
Ask yourself how defensive you are over this function (all)
Ask yourself how often you question your perceptions (Ne/Se/Ni/Si)
Ask yourself how often you question your motives (Fe/Fi)
Functional health means attaining a balance between your functions, where you are self-aware enough to realize and admit to your faults, where you can objectively assess your attitudes and behaviors for maturity, admit when you are wrong, take responsibility for your mistakes, apologize when you need to, resist bullying / shaming behaviors toward those who disagree with you, accept that no one is responsible for your behaviors, mistakes, and choices but you, and utilize your functions for fun as well as at work / schoolwork.