someone else's story is always our story

That’s the thing about us romantics,” she said. “We’re far too enamored of self-sacrifice. We’ll always step aside for the better story, let someone else be happy even if it’s at our expense. We don’t mind bowing out because our hearts bleed better than they beat anyway. We figure, if anyone should be the one left alone while he falls for someone else, it should be us. Because unlike everyone else, romantics never really turn bitter when we think about love. As long as love wins, our losses seem pretty insignificant. And if I don’t get to be happy with you, at least I have other stories to lose myself in.
—  For Romantics (And Writers)

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A Story of Gods v2.0

A pantheon for my D&D games. This is very much still a work in progress.


The difficulty when it comes to gods in Dungeons and Dragons is that whereas they function as a fantastically easy reference tool for story telling they always seem a bit out of place, someone else’s fragments of story stuck into my own, as if I’m telling my own story and suddenly referencing Frodo or Harry Potter and expecting my players to just accept that these characters are intrinsic to my world. I’m a firm believer that D&D encourages plagiarism (in part) when it comes to storytelling, with my policy being: At least be honest. But I think to evolve as a storyteller we need to start telling our own stories. Gods in the fifth edition have been, by and large, neglected. Instead of gods we have an impersonal list of pantheons from the various previous games and worlds. And that’s fine. I’m really not judging. I think it’s fantastic, if you know a lot about these gods. My knowledge when it comes to D&D folklore has always been a case of “Is this useful to me and my story”, and as a consequence I’ve become somewhat lax when it comes to remembering explicit details of the gods. The way I have told my stories in the past you’d recognise the names but not the character and nature of the gods. And it was precisely because I didn’t really get the D&D pantheons. Again, this is largely my own fault and due to my own tastes and preferences in mythology and storytelling and narrative and what-have-you. I’m no specialist when it comes to this, but I feel somewhat vindicated in that I know what I like.So I finally sat down and developed a proper pantheon of my own. Again, plagiarism, plagiarism, plagiarism (as long as we’re honest about it), and I did steal from everything from Babylonian, to Norse, to Greek mythology, and probably more than I’m aware of. But the TL;DR of it all remains: LOLz, made my own gods, have a look.

The Birth of the Gods

Inasmuch as the gods can speak of the beginning they only know of the first heartbeats, the voice of their mother. None have seen her or heard from her since. The gods believe it was she, the one they call Amma, who shaped the worlds as they are. The story told as cannon by the Tribunal of gods holds that Amma, the All-Mother, lay down to sleep below the trees in her orchard and she dreams all things that are, only to one day come to an end when she wakes from her slumbers. Gods have tried to create their own words, but none have been as successful. True worlds are stable and seemingly eternal, whereas the worlds, planes, and pocket realms of the gods are fragile things. It was the gods however that succeeded in creating more life.

The gods came into being seemingly in three heartbeats. They became known as the houses of the gods. The first house being the great gods who were strongest and most senior among all gods: Innah, Rassah, Mordan, Gias, Boreal, Umber, Yssa, and Anacath.

The second house being the gods who excelled in skill and craft: Oraphine, Halsidius, Themo, Hadamon, Tichus, Devacine, Taoth, Harander.

The third house being the youngest gods, often the smartest and most cunning among the gods: Situs, Tanter, Raab, Maga Yas, Isaphur, Cossic, Rhedian, Samarc.

While there is no order among gods within the houses. Anacath, however, did believe himself to be the first-born and often calls himself that. He believed himself high-king over all gods and over all of Amma’s dream. This caused a long war among the gods. The first house allied against Anacath, calling themselves the Tribunal. They captured Anacath whom was henceforth known as the Osphur, meaning traitor. What the gods did to The Osphur is unknown, but he has not been heard of since. Cossic, Rhedian, and Samarc, the Osphur’s three generals were cast out of the heavens into the deep places of the dream, but occasionally they do return to wreck havoc on creation. They haven’t had the gall to return to the high heavens.

Since that time the Tribunal of Gods has done away with the original houses and all remaining gods are welcomed as equals in the heavens. The foremost of the gods remain Rassah, Gais, Boreal, and Yssa, whom the other gods naturally view as parental figures, with the sole exception of Innah, whom (despite the Osphur’s claims) is considered to be the truly first born. Innah hasn’t spoken a word in all of history. She merely sits at the centre of the high heavens radiating light, humming softly, what the gods believe to be the first lullaby of their mother.

The Realms

The mortal realm is filled with worlds of varying natures. Some worlds are verdant and full of life and other worlds are barren wastelands. The gods are mostly concerned with the worlds on which their mortal creations live. There are far-flung worlds in which travellers have settled but the true vastness of the All-Mother’s dream is not known, even to the gods. There are worlds as spheres among the stars and worlds that are piled upon each other like pages in a book. Each world as far apart as a breath or a thought. Isasmir (as an analogue for the Faewilds) is the realm of Yssa and her fae children.

The High Heavens are the seat of the gods. This is where they meet, where many of them live, and where the greatest power in all of the dream is centred. The gods have made this place a jewel within the dream. At the very middle of it all is Innah, shining quietly.

The Dark Reaches are morbid and twisted places. The gods have pushed these realms as far away from their mortal realm as they could. Burning hells, poisonous wastelands, or nightmarish horrorscapes are here.

The Darklands are places between the mortal realm and the farthest dark reaches of the dream (as an analogue of the Shadowfell).

There are other places within the dream: pocket realms, fragmented memories, nightmares, and places even the most powerful among the gods would never go. Some gods have shaped demirealms and demiworlds of their own. Only Yssa has been truly successful at creating permanent new places, such Iasmir and its faerie courts.

The Tribunal

  • Innah

Designation: Goddess of Light, Songscribe, Light Eternal, The Star Maiden.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Domain: Light
Symbol: The Radiant Star

All light comes from Innah. Her eyes are the stars in the heavens. She seed everything her light touches. Her light is purifying and sanctifying. Undead recoil from her symbol and are burnt by her light. If she gazed directly at an undead they would be immediately incinerated. She is considered to be Rassah’s twin sister.

  • Rassah

Designation: Goddess of Life, Young Mother, Mother of Mortals.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Domain: Life
Symbol: Open Palm

Rassah worked the hardest to preserve harmony among the gods. She (apart from Innah) is one of the few gods universally trusted. Her power comes from life itself and all life comes from her. She can make anything sentient. Her first children were the dragons. She is considered to be Innah’s twin sister.

  • Mordan

Designation: Goddess/God of Knowledge, Arcanus, Mistress, Master.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Domain: Knowledge
Symbol: The Eight Eye

Mordan was the first to speak among the gods. They named the gods and taught the gods speech and writing. Mordan’s command over speech and knowledge is so powerful that their very words cause things to come into being. Wizards revere Mordan as their great teacher. Wizards claim that Mordan was the first among Wizards. Foolish Wizards would claim to be descended from Mordan. Mordan remains in a silent feud with Gais who stole Mordan’s book. Gais returned Mordan’s book, but Mordan has never quite forgiven Gais.

  • Gais

Designation: God of War, The Holy Magister, Righteous One, Lawgiver.
Alignment: Lawful Good.
Domain: War
Symbol: The Sword and Lightning.

As Mordan said it, Gais enforced it. It was a the stubborn and indignant nature of Gais that made Mordan somewhat mistrustful of Gais at first. Gais’ theft of Mordan’s book caused a massive wound between the two that has never fully healed. Gais believed in the single unshakeable law of the Dream which took on a very singular notion in Gais’ heart, so much so that it deviated from Mordan’s words and became a code of law unto Gais himself. Gais violently defends his law which he sees as his duty to protect the Dream and everything in it. Murder, theft, lies, and desecration are abhorrent to Gais. When Anacath first struck out at the other gods, it was Gais who forged the first sword from twelve stars and struck the first blow against Anacath, severing one of Anacath’s limbs.

  • Boreal

Designation: God of the Land, The Everbloom, Tree of Life.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Domain: Nature
Symbol: The Everbloom

Borael is the maker of trees and tree spirits. He is the patron of Druids.

  • Umber

Designation: God of the Mountain, The Rock, The Stubborn One, The Stoic.
Alignment: Neutral
Domain: Nature
Symbol: The Umber Scratch

To see things as they truly are: this is Umber’s often singular maxim. Annoyed by the passions of the gods Umber sits atop a great mountain in the Shining Halls, unmoving, grumbling to himself about the foolish gods. He dislikes how passion twists the way the world is perceived, even by Mordan. When his followers asked him what symbol they should use for him he scratched the ground and told them to get out. The three finger scratch became the symbol of the cult.

  • Yssa

Designation: Goddess of the void, Goddess of the seas, Goddess of the moons, Elfmother.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Domain: Nature
Symbol: The Eclipse

Mother of the elves. She is often called the goddess of the seas, but in truth she is more akin to the flow of the Dream. Her children became much like her, often aloof, often distant. She took her children deep into her own realms to a place called Iasmir far away from the other gods after the war of the gods and the elves returned to the mortal realms of their own volition. When they die they will begin their return journey to Iasmir.

  • Oraphine

Designation: Goddess of the Forge, Big Sister, Blessed Hammer.
Alignment: Neutral Good.
Domain: Forge.
Symbol: The Enchanted Anvil.

Oraphine was the first crafter of the universe. She was enamoured by the fires of the stars and how she could make metals from them and spin the strands of metals into fine dresses and helmets and boots and sceptres. She and Gais have a friendly ongoing duel to see who can fashion the most sharp sword.

  • Halsidius

Designation: God of Protection, The Holy Shield, The Argent Rider.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Domain: Protection
Symbol: The Winged Shield

It was great heartbreak that shaped Halsidius. His mortal children, were slaughtered by Anacath during the first war. Halcidius swore an oath to protect all mortals since that day.

  • Themo

Designation: God of Doors, Flux, God of Change, Jumper, Heretic.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Domain: Knowledge
Symbol: The Three Keys

Themo and Gais had the biggest falling out among the gods after war of the gods. Themo refused to remain in one place. Never here, nor there. His haphazard nature was infuriating to Gais who believed in the singular and immobile truth, whereas for Themo truth was something in constant flux. Gais stole Mordan’s book to rewrite Themo’s name as Heretic. This did incredible damage to Themo, something which Mordan has been trying to heal since. Themo left the High Heavens since then having never returned.

  • Hadamon

Designation: God of Fire, Ruby, Winebeard, Jolly Old Man.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Domain: Life
Symbol: The Phoenix

Good natured, with a big belly, and a hearty laugh. Hadamon is the god of warmth and feasts. His firey stoves are constantly boiling over with fatty stews and mulled wines. He is a patron god to revellers, cooks, and winemakers.

  • Tichus

Designation: God of Time, Clockmaker.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Domain: Knowledge
Symbol: Hourglass

Tichus like Mordan was fascinated by the workings of the world, so much that he set the world into rhythm. His machines, his clocks, his very soul ticks to the beat of the All-Mother.

  • Devacine

Designation: Orcmother
Alignment: Neutral
Domain: Tempest
Symbol: Axe

Devacine was annoyed by the fragility of creatures, so she made her children strong of body and spirit.

  • Taoth

Designation: God of the Storm, Ragefather, God of Passion, Lord of Horses.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Domain: Tempest
Symbol: The Whirlpool

The temperamental god of storms rages over oceans and inbetween the worlds. When you travel between planes and you see a storm and lightning it is Taoth you’re seeing. He is the fury and the heartbeat, the fight to keep living. He is hated by Umber, although he doesn’t spare Umber a thought.

  • Harander

Designation: God of Art and Music
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Domain: Knowledge
Symbol: Viola

Creation for the sake of creation. Beauty, pleasure, and charm. These are the things that Harander finds pleasure in.

  • Situs

Designation: God of Mercy, The Divine Grace, Silvertooth, Truthteller.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Domain: Life
Symbol: The Candle

Situs is the embodiment of mercy and truth. They abhor oppression in any form. They are patron god to refugees, immigrants, and oppressed peoples. His sanctuaries are impervious to harm from outsiders. His followers are expected to give a tenth of their earnings to the poor the second they earn it.

  • Tanter

Designation: God of Thieves, That Fucking Piece of Shit, Nightshade.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Domain: Trickery
Symbol: The Mask

Tanter is the trickster god who is not explicitly evil, but loves to infuriate the other gods. As punishment for stealing Mordan’s book, Tanter stole Gais’ great sword and gave it to Hadamon who still holds the sword as a legitimate gift from Gais and Tanter, much to Gais’ raging. Tanter also loves the underdog and will bless mortals with inordinate luck if he feels sympathetic towards them.

  • Raab

Designation: God/Goddess of Love, Truesoul, The Nursemaker.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Domain: Nature
Symbol: The Cat

Raab is a kind soul that travels far and wide. She is welcome at most courts. She is known for her kindness and has taken a particular fondness for women. On rare occasions if a young follower of her’s dies she will take the spirit and make it into one of her cherub/cupid like emissaries. Instead of spreading ‘love’ they are more like Nuns who encourage kindness as diplomats.

  • Maga Yas

Designation: Goddess of Witches and Birds
Alignment: Neutral
Domain: Knowledge
Symbol: The Triquetra

Maga Yas appears as an old woman. Tired of the bureaucracy of the gods, she keeps to herself in the Faerie Outlands in the Planes of the Exiled. She is the patron of witches and the elderly. She is known for her command of magic, potions and spells.

  • Isaphur

Designation: God of Prophesy, Burden of Ill news.
Alignment: Neutral
Domain: Knowledge
Symbol: Quill

The Downcast

  • Cossic

Designation: The Lord of Death, Necromancer, Gravelord, Shadestalker.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Domain: Grave
Symbol: The Skull

Cossic is perhaps one of the most vile gods. His creatures are the dead, the aberrant, and the twisted. His realm is the Harrowed Hills in the Dark Reaches: a dead landscape filled with stark trees. Few survive here.

  • Rhedian

Designation: The Lord of Anguish, God of Lies, Souleater, Dealsmith.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Domain: War
Symbol: The Scythe

Rhedian is known to never tell a lie. He considers himself the truth of evil and seeks to continue the work done by the Osphur by war and law. His creatures are the demons of the Realm of Hurinstrath within the Dark Reaches, fire and brimstone is the nature of this place.

  • Samarc

Designation: The Lord of Strife, The Afflictor, Bloodlord, The Sanguine God.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Domain: War
Symbol: The Wolf

Samarc himself is the great hunger of evil. His children eschew the light of day, and some of his children are harmed by the light of day. He created devils, monsters, vampires, and werewolves. His realm is Gyrefall, a cold place of forests and mountains. Few survive here, but only as prey to the monsters that dwell. There have been rescue efforts by the Grand Council to save the larger cities, but this has been in vain.

Seth Rollins x Reader - The Smile on my Face

“Babe wake up… We are about to the hotel…” Seth gently shook your leg. Your eyes fluttered open under the traffic lights that shone through the windshield. Rubbing your eyes and removing the hood on your head you could make out the town that neighbored your hometown. Butterflies filled your stomach at the thought of being back home. It was bittersweet to come home. You got homesick often but there were reasons why you left in the first place. Seth kept his hand on your leg as he navigated on the road toward the hotel you two were gonna stay in until you made the visit to your parents. You would stay at their house but you didn’t want to hear them bad mouth Seth both to his face and behind his back. You loved your fiance and that was that mattered. You wanted to start a family with him and you wished that your parents understood that. 

You plopped down on the bed beside Seth and cuddled up with him despite your freshly dampened hair. “Whatcha up to??” You say in sing song voice as he puts his phone down and lays his hand onto of yours that laid on his chest. “Laying here with a beautiful woman.” He grinned as he played with the diamond ring that you wore proudly. “Can we just skip tomorrow and stay here all day?? Don’t and say we did??” You offer with a huff as you think to the dreadful day that would be tomorrow. “Babe we can’t skip our own engagement party… It kinda defeats the purpose… And besides Paige would be so pissed.” Seth chuckled a bit imagining your maid of honor pitching a fit right there infront of your whole family. “I just don’t want to listen to my parents gripe and moan… Its like the retired from their jobs just to annoy me…” You sigh throwing your freshly shaven leg over Seth’s waist. “I love you (Y/N).” Seth kissed your forehead as he ran his fingertips along your leg. “I love you more.” You snuggle closer to his warmth wanting to sleep to take over your restless mind. 

The next morning Seth has to literally drag you out of bed so you would be in time for lunch with your parents. The car ride to your house Seth was awfully quiet in the passenger side. “What’s on your mind??” You turn the radio down as you pull in to your parents drive way. “I just want to make you happy… And with your parents hating me like this… It doesn’t make you happy…” Seth turned his head to you defeated. “No no no no no… No more talk like that… You are marrying me and not my parents… My parents are just butt hurt over the fact that I am marrying someone they didn’t hand pick and groom themselves.” You slung your seatbelf off and shift in the driver seat to face Seth. “Do you love me??” Your question catches Seth of guard. “Of course… You’re the best thing to ever happen to me… You’re my better half.” Seth took your hand in his head. “And that right there is all I care about.” You peck him on the lip and say a quick prayer before getting out of the car to face your parents.

Right as you all sat down for dinner the rude comments began. “Where are you two going to live??” “Seth it is soo nice of you to dress up for lunch today.” “Again where is it you said you went to college??” “Oh okay and how long are you planning on being the road…” “What about kids?? What will they think about about having both parents on the road.” You slam your chair back knocking it over as you stood up. “QUIT WITH THE STUPID QUESTIONS!!” your breath was almost ragged with rage. “(Y/N) (S/N) what has gotten into you?? This behavior is not how we raised you… Must be the company you are keeping these days…” Your mother gave Seth a side ways glare. “Look you two… I am happy when I am with Seth in living hell when I am with you two… Get the picture??” You throw your napkin down and grab Seth’s arm. “Come on… We will see you two at the engagement party tonight… I gotta go call Paige about some details… I hope you two are happy and enjoy the rest of your lunch.” You storm out of their house as Seth thanks them for lunch and gives them an apologetic smile.

“If you keep brushing your hair like that you’re gonna look like Steve Austin.” Seth chuckles from behind you as you drag the brush feverishly through your hair. “I can’t stand their attitudes… They think I am the one who needs to calm down and sort things out… Bull crap they are the ones acting like children…” Seth rests his hands on your shoulder from behind and begins to dig his fingers into you skin. You melt under his touch as the tension eases out of your body. Seth places kisses along your shoulder and neck as you close your eyes in bliss. “Someone seems tense…” He smirks catching your eyes in the mirror. “How about help you with that…” He growls as he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bed. You giggle as he throws you on the bed. 

Paige borderline tackles you as you and Seth walk into the party room she rented out for the special event. “Look at you two.” She gushes as she continues to squeeze you. “Look at us?? Look at all this you put together for us… This is way too much…” You hold her out at arms length giving her a playful glare. “Nothing in this world is too much for my sister and brother in law.” Paige wiggles her eyebrows and smirks. “Come on introduce me to some people… I barely know anyone I invited.” Paige laughs as you two walk around greeting guests Seth close behind you to shake hands and accept congratulations. You grab a quick bite to eat from the bar of amazing food Paige had spoiled everyone with while Seth talked to a few of your childhood friends when two hands came in front of your eyes. “Guess who??” You spin around expecting a retaliative or close friend but found Dolph Ziggler… Your parents pride and joy as well as your ex-boyfriend. “Oh my gosh you came…” You force a smile as he gives you a hug. “Your parents called me last week asking me to come by and see everyone since its been so long.” Dolph explained with a casual smile. “That is fantastic.” You fib looking over his shoulder to find Seth hoping he would feel your distress. “Is that Dolph I see??” Your dad’s voice called from behind you. “Oh my gosh sweetheart its been far too long.” Your mom hugged Dolph tight smiling brightly. “How have you been??” Your dad continued on as he clapped his hand down on Dolph’s shoulder. You tuned out their mindless conversation as you begged Seth mentally to stop talking and get his butt over to where you were trapped. “Oh my gosh Dolph I didn’t know you were coming…” Paige gritted through her teeth as she budged in between your mom and him. “We invited him.” Your mom proudly announced. “Thank God you did.” Paige smiled weakly and grabbed your hand. “I need you over by the gifts… A few unattended details.” Paige rambled pulling you away from your personal hell. “Thank you.” you clung to her air for dear life as you two left your parents to gush over their crush Dolph. 

Paige clinked her champagne glass to get everyone’s attention. You linked fingers with Seth as you two listened to Paige thank everyone for showing up and talked about how she couldn’t be happier for you and Seth. You pulled Seth behind you as you walked over to Paige to give her a hug and to speak while you had everyone’s attention. “I just wanted to say thanks to everyone again like Paige just did for coming out here today to celebrate with me and Seth…” You smiled up to Seth who looked a bit uncomfortable. “A lot of people here don’t really know much about me and Seth since we are always on the road with our jobs and because I’m kinda quiet when it comes to personal things… But I think it is only fair for everyone to know why this is really a cause for celebration…” Seth squeezed your hand and gave you a hard stare as if to ask if you’ve gone crazy. “Me and Seth met at a party when were both flat out drunk.” The party goers gasped a bit at this bit of information as Seth’s cheeks flushed. “We didn’t do anything crazy… We just both ended up spilling our whole life stories to each other… Turned out we were pair of sob stories… And who better to consolidate in with than someone who has their own demons… Seth didn’t cower away from me when I told him I had depression… No this man right here took it to heart and made a point to keep up with me… He would ask in private how I was doing and always made sure I was feeling okay… He wouldn’t tip toe around me like most people… No this wonderful man right here treated me like anyone else and showed me love despite my weakness… I knew he was the man for me when I found a notebook in his dufflebag full of little notes about what had made me actually smile on certain days so he could do them again when I had one of my bad days… Seth Rollins showed me what love and effort was in a relationship… Seth is the smile on my face… And I am the luckiest girl in the world to get to marry him…” You slung your arms around his neck and planted a huge kiss on his lips as half the partygoers clapped an the other half were still in shock of what you just relayed to them… You didn’t care though… You felt like a million bucks getting all that off your chest. 

You Seth and Paige said good bye to the last guest at the end of the night. You let out a deep breath and leaned heavily against Seth who shared a high five with Paige. “Operation Engagement Party is complete… Next is Operation Paige takes a five day nap and then onto Operation Bacholrette party is a go…” Paige teases as she hugs you two good bye. “You did a brave thing today…” Seth rubbed your arm as you continued to lean into his muscular side. “I feel like I’ve won the lottery all over again.” “Again??” Seth raises his eyebrow up in confusion. “First time was when you asked me to be yours.” You smile as Seth blushes a bit at that comment. “(Y/N)” You tense up a bit at the sound of your mother’s voice. You slowly turn around only to be met with your mom as she dabbed her misty eyes. “Momma…” Your face fell. “Sweetheart we had no idea…” Your dad pulled you for a hug as your mom cried a bit more. “If we had any idea what this young man has done for you… We would have never said anything like we did before… We had the wrong idea about you two…” Your momma pulled a surprised Seth in for a hug. “You are the miracle we wanted for our daughter…” Your mom kissed Seth on the cheek as your dad patted him on the back. “Son… you have our blessing to marry our daughter…” Seth lit up like a Christmas tree as the words sunk into his head. You couldn’t help but run into Seth’s arms at the good news and share a kiss as your parents smiled at each other. 

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING… and a bigger than you to @cutester for the request and for being patient while it took way too long to write and post… please let me know what you think… any and all feedback is welcome… THANKS AGAIN FOR READING

“As an INTP, why do you drift off so much? What is it really like? Is it really that hard to pay attention? Is the world really that boring to you? It comes off as rude and arrogant sometimes; you’re in the outside world, interact with it! It’s not that bad! You hurt people’s feelings when you drift away, it’s like you don’t care about them or you think they’re wastes of time. No one is worthless!”

Imagine it’s the future (probably the near future if you pay any attention to technology news) and you’re an architect. What you need to do is design and build floor plans for a home. You’re in a room with projectors and you attach these little devices on your fingers. Then, you close your hands touching all ten of your fingers together before opening them wide. As you spread your fingers, a giant holographic, interactive array immediately sprouts in the middle of the room from the projectors. It’s the floor plan you’ve been designing. You can see the doorway, chairs, tables, walls, carpet.. all in fine color and detail. With a swipe of your fingers you can take a virtual first-person tour or you can zoom out to have a bird’s eye-view. You can tap and drag and flip and click and touch and flick, the room literally changing at your finger tips. Move that table here, get rid of that wall, resize that window. All at your command.

Great visual examples of this is in the Iron Man movies with Robert Downey Jr. Any time Tony Stark is hard at work in any of his workshops around the country and interacting with JARVIS, he uses something similar to what I’ve just described. Or in the 2003 movie Paycheck when Ben Affleck’s character reverse-engineers a competitor’s product. Or like in Minority Report with Tom Cruise when he’s interacting with the images of the future crimes that have yet to take place.

A more interactive example is like when you build your homes in The Sims video games. Or in Minecraft, especially with the in-depth mods, of designing and redesigning your different hideouts and safe rooms and bases, your intricate system of railways and redstone circuits.

Imagine this too: In Groundhogs Day with Bill Murray, or let’s say the more recent movie Edge of Tomorrow with Tom Cruise, anytime Cruise’s character dies, he wakes up to the beginning of his day and starts over fresh. He fails an obstacle, dies, wakes up, goes back to that obstacle, remembers how it kills him, and then easily bypasses it. In this way, he is allowed to adapt to battle conditions. He talks to someone, they don’t respond the way he needs them to, he dies, wakes up, tries again with a different approach. Through some personalized time machine made only available to you, you get to experience something similar! Today you have a job interview! You walk in, do terribly, you don’t get the job. Start over! You walk in, almost get the job but said one wrong thing and don’t quite nail it. Start over! You walk in, ace the job interview, and the job is yours.

These are what it’s like for an INTP when we ‘drift off’ or 'aren’t paying attention’ or 'are inside our own head.’ I call it daydreaming. Maybe other types do this as well, but it’s a notorious INTP trait. You have to realize though, that my examples are rudimentary because it barely explains only a couple of facets of our (or at least my) daydreams. It could be about a topic or subject that interests us, pouring over the facts we know about it, how we can learn more, or how we improve upon what we already know. It can be about an event that grabbed us that we’re playing over and over, reliving something amazing or understanding how everything went wrong. It could be about a lesson we’ve learned, found valuable, and how to apply it in our every day lives. It could be a question we have and all the questions that stem from the possible answers we can conceive from the original question, and all the questions that stem from the sub-questions, ad infinitum. It could be about someone we want to talk to and all the conversations we can conceive having with them, and all the answers they could possibly have from the good to the bad.. It could be anything that compels a person to ponder. Except, while other types ponder, we take that to the next level and enter a different reality altogether, a personal reality as impenetrable as we allow it to be.

Sometimes this reality is fragile: we can hear you and see you; we can exit when you’re getting frustrated or something important is happening (like driving or being shot at). Other times, this reality is all-encompassing. The external world is like being outside on a sunny day, and the INTP personal reality is coming inside your home and shutting your door; you can’t feel the warmth of the sun, you can’t feel the hot wind against you, and the neighbor mowing his lawn becomes a distant whir barely a whisper in the distance.. The outside world doesn’t exist anymore, and you can work comfortably and quietly in peace. No social requirements to give you a sunburn, no annoying small talk or emotions to breathe pervasively into your eyes and ears, noises and sights barely a whisper of sensation in the background…..

a person appears in your home. Someone you want to have a conversation with.
“Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?”
“I have that thing tonight, you know that.”
*duh, okay start over*
“Do you want to go to dinner tomorrow?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun, where do you live?”
“I’m not telling you where I live”
*that’s a little forward, start over*
“Are you free sometime this week?”

(you get the idea)

Or maybe you ARE an architect and the first scenario at the beginning of this post is what applies to you. Or perhaps you’re bored and building a spaceship. Maybe you’re challenging yourself to a long division problem in your head, maybe you were stuck in a video game and you’re replaying it to figure out what you may have missed, or you’re practicing chess strategies, or maybe you’re an artist and going over how to draw a particular body part or shape.

It’s a free space environment where everything is possible and nothing is absurd, full of resources to build what you need, quiet so you can solve that puzzle and answer those questions, omnipotence so you can simulate a situation as you understand it, comfort so you can calm down after an emotional event.. It’s your closet and it is as close to infinity as anyone will ever achieve in size, in depth, and in power.

This is why when you snap an INTP out of their trance, you can get an angry response back. It’s happened enough times to us that we generally just shove our irritation down instead, but how do you feel when someone slams their balled fist against the door of your bed room or the front door of your home as hard as they can, pounding incessantly to get your attention, to urgently open the door as quickly as possible? And then when you open that door, “Yes?” as your calm, rational reply, and your intruder responds with “LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SALAD I HAD. IT WAS ONLY OKAY, I GOT IT AT…”

How would that make you feel?

Well, we think *Did you really just pull me out of my room or my home for this? Out of my infinity? Out of my personal space? My comfort? For your salad? Hey, fuck you buddy.* or some variation thereof.

The thing is, when someone hurts your feelings because they express disinterest at your salad story, it doesn’t mean your salad story is actually uninteresting. Maybe it is to that person (like for me; your salad story sucks), but other people might value it. And just like us and your garbage salad story, our personalities and the ways that mostly anyone else will ever feel isn’t actually always exactly as you perceive them. You say we’re being arrogant and rude for how we treated your story, we think you’re arrogant and rude for believing your salad was more important than the redesigning of Castle Gaillard for the Hundred Years’ War so the French couldn’t reclaim it in the year fourteen-somethingsomething. Just like we don’t care about your shitty story, you don’t care about our private mind closet (or you wouldn’t have pounded on the door). Was anyone really being rude? Or are we both just biased as to what we think is important?

Am I saying leave us alone? Not always, but sometimes.. Yeah do that. INTPs will always think they’re the most rational. We always think we’re right. So, you might get that INTP who is unapologetic for snapping at you, or who fusses because they want you to leave them alone, because they don’t think they’re being unreasonable or ridiculous. We do sometimes need people to make us realize that how we feel isn’t the *right* way, it’s just one way. As much as some of us (not all of us) hate to admit it, we do need people, and so those that stick around through our bullshit.. or even better, adore our bullshit.. we really do appreciate it, and even if sometimes we think you’re crazy for liking us, we really do know on some level that we need it. Everyone does. Don’t subject yourself to or put up with outright, inappropriate cruelty or meanness.. but do try not to take our perceived coldness and our seeming rudeness personally. We really are worthy, valuable, loyal-to-a-flaw friends, spouses, and companions, and we really do need the patience. Even when it seems we don’t always give patience back, we have plenty of other things to give.

Thank you.

P.S. (Looooooong P.S. about myself, skip this if you aren’t interested in personal rants about myself):
I don’t know if everything I said goes for all INTPs, or if it’s more of an “NT” thing altogether. So if something I said doesn’t apply to you and you’re an INTP, or something (or all of what) I said ALSO applies to you and you’re not an INTP, then accept my apology. Or don’t accept it, I really don’t care.

My daydreams do get intensely all-encompassing and blanket my consciousness to the point that it takes deliberate snapping or shaking me (gently) or one other thing (Ill explain in a sec) to get my attention. Usually though, they’re semi-intentional. “Semi” meaning that while I can definitely make the conscious effort to focus on something and drift away into a daydream, sometimes it’s completely automatic when my subconscious has determined I can’t learn something (or learn something necessary or interesting) from what is being said, and instead it pulls me into a daydream where I can maybe do something or teach myself something I deem more useful.

I also don’t intentionally make them weak or intense. I haven’t experimented or anything like that, but I THINK it depends on how much sensory disturbance I’m getting beforehand. If it’s already really loud and bright, I am not going to be able to go too deep. However, if it’s quiet and not-so-bright, while I will intentionally focus on my whatever-it-is, I’ll unintentionally drift so far deep into my head I might as well be asleep (I’m not asleep, of course, but my reaction to visual and aural stimuli is that of someone taking a nap).

The one other thing I mentioned a moment ago that will pull me out of a daydream is hearing my name. Some of you who follow me know my real name, I’d be grateful if you didn’t reveal it. If you’re nosey (knowsy?) and find it through Google, I’d also appreciate if you didn’t reveal it, but I understand this is the internet where good deeds generally cannot be requested. Still, I’m crossing my fingers and holding my breath. Deadly Question is a pseudonym I’m trying to separate from my name; I am not famous or important, I just have a job and a future career, and those things do not enjoy personal opinions being available on social media, so I’m trying to be responsible. Anyway. I do not enjoy pretending I am better or more capable than other people in any way (okay, maybe pretending, but I am not delusional about it), but I appear to be fine-tuned in recognizing my name when no other words or noises are intelligible, whether in a daydream or not. No matter how far or deep inside of a daydream I will ever be in, I will always hear my name. Even if I don’t respond immediately, you were heard. It’s the knock that can be heard around the world and while I might not answer the door, it is a guarantee that I heard it.

Yesterday morning, I was in a light daydream. I drove home, parked, fished my keys out of my pocket.. and that’s the last thing I remember before I fell much deeper. When I snapped back to reality I was holding my key against the keyhole of my front door, just standing there. Twenty-seven minutes had passed since I looked at the clock in my truck and then my watch after I popped back in. The sun blinded me as it rose pass the trees, or I think I’d have stood there longer. I’m not a stranger to my daydreams, but I realized how weird it might seem to a neighbor if they had been watching me (they weren’t), and that’s part of what inspired me to write this passage.

The other parts were questions I’d received in the past, questions and other posts I’ve read here on Tumblr, questions I personally received here on Tumblr, and verbal fights I’ve had most of which had initially made me feel really guilty about who I am (but don’t worry, those are in the past and worked out already). I do get that my daydreaming can come off as inconsiderate to you, but expecting me to care about the things I don’t actually care about also comes off as inconsiderate to me. I pride myself on having integrity, and me pretending to like someone I don’t, or pretend I care about the things that they say when I don’t, makes me hate myself, with very, very minor exception. I am not so immature that I won’t appeal to others when it’s morally right (according to my own beliefs), or when I want to get along with someone who is important to me or important to someone I find important myself. But otherwise, accept me for who I am and I will damn sure accept you for everything that you are, and you can take that to the bank, son.

Oh my God it’s really the end of the post. Rejoice,

Logical Approach

Part 2 of A+ Secrets

Summary: Talking about gods and goddesses of love in Professor Winchester’s mythology class. What could possibly go wrong?

Word Count: 2658

Warnings: None

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“Hey, Y/N, can you get away for a few hours tomorrow night? A bunch of us are gonna watch Star Wars.” Your roommate, Jo, poked her head into the bathroom as you got ready for the day.

You thought about your work schedule and groaned. Your whole weekend was packed, but Star Wars was one of your favorites. “I can’t. Unless Bobby has a change of heart and closes early, I’m stuck ‘til closing.”

“C’mon! Can’t you get off early? I’ve already invited everyone, and everyone includes Dean.”

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anonymous asked:

I think you need to stop spreading your messages of saving sex for marriage and take a serious look at what controlling peoples sexuality really does to their psyche.

I always answer questions based off of my perspective and my personal decisions. I don’t try to indoctrinate people or make them believe something they don’t want to. :) I merely share my opinion openly, while trying also to respect those who have a different opinion. Saving sex until marriage was one of the best choices I ever made, and so I share that belief as it is an important part of my story.

That’s the awesome part of tumblr….we can all share our stories and learn from one another. We should be able to do this without judgement and without putting someone else down. From your ask, I don’t think you’ve spent much time on my blog, so I would ask that you spend time valuing my story just as you would anyone else’s. Even if you don’t agree with my perspective (which is totally ok) my story and perspective matters, as does yours. :)

I was reading qur'an a while ago and encountered these two verses from Surah Al Baqarah.

By Allah, these are such wonderful soul-striking and poignant verses.

I remember this quote where people made a poster about it saying that when the Sahabah Radiyallahu Anhum were told itaqullah or Fear Allah, they would be trembling and crying out of fear of Allah while nowadays people would answer back saying, mind your own business. Astagfirullah.

I believe this hint of wisdom shared by Abdullah Ibn Abbas Radiyallahu Anhu would elaborate further the beauty of this verse in accordance to addressing people about taqwa.

It’s such a beautiful story.

Abdu Rahmaan Ibn Zayd related that;

“After ‘Umar Radiyallahu Anhu would perform voluntary prayers in the morning, he would enter a mirbad [a room in which dates were stored] that he owned.

The he would send for a number of young men who had already studied the Qur'an, and among them was Abdullah Ibn Abbas. Then with 'Umar as their teacher, they would study the Qur'an. 

During one such study session, 'Umar and his students stopped when they reached the following two verses (Qur'an 2:206-207).

Ibn Abbas then quietly said to the student who was sitting beside him, "Two men fought.”

'Umar then turned to Ibn Abbas and asked, “What did you say?” Ibn Abbas replied, “Nothing, O Leader of the Believers.”

But with the persistent personality of 'Umar he said, “What did you say? Did you say that two men fought against one another?”

Ibn Abbas was left with no choice but to explain himself:

“I think this is referring to when a man is ordered to fear Allah, but then is led by his arrogance to perpetrate more crime. As for Allah’s saying 'He who would sell himself, seeking the Pleasure of Allah,’ I think this is referring to someone who stands up and orders the first person to fear Allah.

When the first of the two does not accept the advice [to fear Allah], but is instead led by his arrogance to commit more crime, he gets up and begins to fight against [the person who ordered him to fear Allah].

And then the two men fight against one another.”

'Umar then praised Ibn Abbas for his deep insight into the meaning of the two verses.

Subhan'Allah how beautiful was the thoughts of Ibn Abbas on these verses. 

Come and think of it, isn’t it exactly what happens when people start advising people? It is the pride and arrogance that pulls us down to our doom. 

Indeed, there are beautiful stories and reflections to be done whenever we read verses from the Qur'an, for it needs deeper reflection, there are so much wisdom in it and once we learn them, we become more attached to the words of Allah Azza Wa Jall.

May this story be a reminder for each and everyone and make us realize that when we give advise, we should apply itaqullah on ourselves before we could utter it to someone else. 

Always advise someone with the guidance of taqwa. in sha Allah.


Story taken from Al Qurtubi: 4/245 and Ad-Durr Al Manthur: 1/578
The Folklore Of Our Times
Haruki Murakami was born in Japan in 1949. His novels include Norwegian Wood and The Wind-up Bird Chronicle; he has also published two short story collections, The Elephant Vanishes and After the Quake.

By: Haruki Murakami

“I married relatively late, when I was thirty-two. So I was still single when I got a phone call from Yoshiko. I was twenty-eight. Which makes it just over ten years ago now. In the meantime, I’d quit the company I was working for and had gone independent. My father lent me the capital, and I formed my own little company. I saw astronomical market growth potential for imported furniture, and I stepped right in. But, as with any start-up, nothing went smoothly at first. Delivery delays, depleted stock, warehouse charges piling up, the bank breathing down my neck - to be honest, I ran myself down and I nearly lost hope. It was probably the most difficult time in my life. And right in the middle of it she calls. I have no idea how she got my number. It was eight at night when the phone rang. I recognised her voice immediately. That’s something you never forget. I felt a tinge of nostalgia - you bet I did. It just felt so good to hear an old girlfriend’s voice at a time like that.”

He looked long and hard at the fireplace, as if remembering. The restaurant had filled to capacity. People were talking and laughing at every table, utensils clattering, glasses tinkling.

“I don’t know who her informants were, but she was up to date on everything about me. I mean everything. She knew that I was still single and had been based overseas, that I’d quit my company and struck out on my own. She knew it all. ‘You’ll come through it, you’re the can-do guy. Just have confidence,’ she told me.

I can’t tell you how happy it made me to hear such kind words. So then I asked about her. What sort of guy she’d married, whether they had kids, where they were living. Well, she didn’t have any children. Her husband was four years older than she, and worked in television. A director, she tells me. I say, 'Sounds like he keeps busy.’ 'He’s busy, all right, too busy to have kids,’ she says, then laughs.

They lived in Tokyo, in a condo near Shinagawa. I was living in Shiroganedai. Not exactly neighbours, but close enough. 'Strange how things work out, isn’t it?’ I say - you know, whatever. Well, we talked about all the usual things that former high-school sweethearts talk about under the circumstances. It felt a little strained and awkward, but nice over all. Like two old friends catching up on everything. We talked for what seemed like hours.

Then, when there was nothing more for either of us to say, this silence comes over the line. A real… how to put it? A really dense silence. The kind that invites all sorts of thoughts.” He was focusing on his hands, folded on the tablecloth; then he looked up to meet my eyes. “I should have hung up then and there. 'Thanks for calling, it’s been nice talking to you’ - click, end of story. You see what I’m saying?”

“That would have been the most realistic thing to do,” I agreed.

“But she stays on the line. She invites me to her place. Like, 'Why don’t you drop by? My husband’s away on business, and I’m bored all by myself.’ Well, I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything. So she doesn’t say anything. More silence. And then, do you know what she says? She says, 'You know, I still remember the promise I made to you.’”

“You know, I still remember the promise I made to you.” At first, he claimed, he hadn’t known what she was talking about - he’d never once considered it a real promise. But when it did come back to him he had to think that it was just a slip of the tongue, that she must have been confused.

No, she wasn’t confused. To her, a promise was a promise. For a moment, he lost sight of where all this was heading. What was the right thing to do? He looked around in desperation, but there were no walls around him, nothing to guide him any more. Of course he wanted to sleep with her, that went without saying. Since their break-up, he’d imagined sleeping with her plenty of times. Even when he was seeing other women, his thoughts had found their way to her in the dark. Though he’d never seen her naked, he knew her body from the feel of it under her clothes.

He knew how risky it would be to sleep with her at this stage. He didn’t want to go stirring up what he’d so calmly left behind in the shadows of his past. Intuition told him that this was not something he should do. But of course he couldn’t refuse. Why should he refuse? It was a perfect fairy tale, a wish granted only once in a lifetime. She lived nearby, and she wanted to fulfil a promise made in the forests of the distant past.

He closed his eyes and couldn’t say anything. He’d lost the power of speech.

“Hello?” she said. “You there?”

“I’ll come right over,” he said. “Can you tell me your address?”

“What would you have done?” he asked me.

I shook my head. I never know how to answer such questions. He laughed, and looked down at the coffee cup on the table.

“I went to her place. I knocked on her door. In a way, I was hoping that she wouldn’t be at home. But she was there all right, and as beautiful as ever. She poured us drinks, and we talked about the old days. We even listened to old records. Then what do you think happened?”

I had no idea. I told him I had no idea.

“When I was a kid, I read a children’s story.” He seemed to be addressing the far wall of the restaurant. “I forget the plot, but I still remember the last line. It went, 'And, when it was all over, the King and his courtiers roared with laughter.’ Kind of a strange way to end a story, wouldn’t you say?”

“I would,” I said.

“I wish I could remember what the story was about. God knows I’ve tried. All I remember is that crazy last line: 'And, when it was all over, the King and his courtiers roared with laughter.’ What the hell kind of story ends like that?”

By then we’d finished our coffee.

“We embraced,” he said, “but I didn’t sleep with her. She didn’t undress. We used our hands, just like old times. I thought it would be for the best. And she seemed to think so, too. We petted for a long, long time, without saying anything. What was there for us to say? That was the only way that we could really recognise each other after all those years. Back when we were in school, of course, it would have been different. Plain, ordinary, natural sex might have brought us to some kind of mutual understanding. And, just maybe, we could have been happy together. But we were long past that now. Those days were locked away, and no one could break the seal.”

He twirled his empty cup around on its saucer. He kept at it so long that the waiter came over to check on us. But that merely prompted him to return the cup to its original position and order another espresso.

“I stayed there maybe an hour, all told. Any more than that and I’d probably have gone out of my mind,” he said with a sly smile. “I said goodbye to her and left. She said goodbye, too, and this time it really was goodbye, once and for all. I knew it, and she knew it. The last I saw of her, she was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. She looked as if she were about to say something, but she didn’t. I knew what she would have said, in any case. I was exhausted… hollowed out, empty. I walked around aimlessly, feeling as if I’d wasted my whole life. I wished I could go back to her place and just screw her, long and hard. But I couldn’t bring myself to, nor would it have made anything any better.”

He shook his head. He drank his second espresso.

“It embarrasses me to say this, but I went straight out and got myself a hooker. First time in my life. And very likely the last.”

I looked at my own coffee cup and thought about what a standoffish jerk I must have been in the old days. I wanted to let him in on what I was thinking, but I doubted that I’d be able to find the right words.

“Telling the story like this, I feel like I’m talking about someone else,” he said with a chuckle, then fell silent.

“'And, when it was all over, the King and his courtiers roared with laughter’,” he said, finally. “I always think of that sentence whenever I remember that time. Conditioned reflex, I guess. I don’t know what it is, but sadness seems to contain some strange little joke.”

As I said at the beginning, there isn’t much here that you could call a moral. Nonetheless, it’s the story of his life, and it’s the story of all our lives. Which is why I couldn’t laugh when I heard it and why I still can’t.

I’m afraid that everybody will know about me. I’m not sure if they really care or they’re just curious of my story. But at some point you just need someone to listen to all of your unsaid thoughts. They don’t need to spit words just to make you feel good but an ear to listen is enough. It all got bottled up and there’s no choice but pour it out. You just got to let it out or else it will forever be there and hurt you slowly. Sometimes we don’t have to keep things to our selves because there’s always someone who’s willing to keep our deepest darkest sad stories.

21 Reasons Taylor Swift Would Actually make A Wonderful Girlfriend

1. She’s really not that complicated. 

Lyrical evidence: ‘You Belong With Me’

Walk in the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be. 
Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself,
“Hey, isn’t this easy?”

2. She loves the little things about you. 

Lyrical evidence: ‘Everything Has Changed’

All I knew this morning when I woke
Is I know something now, know something now I didn’t before.
And all I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago
Is green eyes and freckles and your smile
In the back of my mind making me feel like

3. And your little imperfections

Lyrical evidence: ‘Ours’

‘Cause I love the gap between your teeth
And I love the riddles that you speak 
And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored
'Cause my heart is yours

4. She also knows she’s not perfect and she doesn’t pretend to be.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Mean’

You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don’t already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out ‘cause I’ll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again

5. Plus, she’s affectionate and loving.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Sparks Fly’

I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it’s just wrong enough to make it feel right.
And lead me up the staircase
Won’t you whisper soft and slow?
I’m captivated by you, baby, like a firework show.

6. Easy to talk to.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Enchanted’

Your eyes whispered, “Have we met?”

Across the room your silhouette
Starts to make its way to me
The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy

7. She has a positive outlook on life.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Shake It Off’

But I keep cruising
Can’t stop, won’t stop moving
It’s like I got this music
In my mind
Saying, “It’s gonna be alright.”

8. She can make fun of herself.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Shake It Off’

I stay out too late
Got nothing in my brain
That’s what people say, mmm-mmm
That’s what people say, mmm-mmm

I go on too many dates
But I can’t make ‘em stay
At least that’s what people say, mmm-mmm
That’s what people say, mmm-mmm

9. And she’s spontaneous and fun.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Fearless’

There’s somethin’ ‘bout the way
The street looks when it’s just rained
There’s a glow off the pavement
You walk me to the car
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot

10. She’s also comforting.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Safe & Sound’

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You’ll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I’ll be safe and sound

11. Willing to stay up late and talk to you.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Our Song’

Our song is slamming screen door,
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow
'cause it’s late and your mama don’t know

12. And she’ll be there for you when you need someone

Lyrical evidence: ‘Out of the Woods’

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon
Twenty stitches in a hospital room
When you started crying
Baby, I did too
But when the sun came up
I was looking at you

13. On top of that, she also appreciates the little things.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Begin Again’

Walked in expecting you’d be late
But you got here early and you stand and wave
I walk to you
You pull my chair out and help me in
And you don’t know how nice that is
But I do

14. She’s willing to fight to keep a relationship together.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Stay Stay Stay’

And I said,
Stay, stay, stay.
I’ve been loving’ you for quite some time, time, time.
You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad.
But I think that it’s best if we both stay.

15. And she’ll risk it all just to be with you.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Love Story’

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I’ll be waiting; all that’s left to do is run.
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess.
It’s a love story, baby, just say, ‘Yes.’

16. Because she doesn’t always care what people think.

Lyrical evidence: ‘Ours’

Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves
They’ll judge it like they know about me and you
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do
The jury’s out, but my choice is you

17. And she doesn’t need to be in the spotlight all the time. 

Lyrical evidence: ‘22’

It seems like one of those nights,
This place is too crowded.
Too many cool kids, uh uh, uh uh (who’s Taylor Swift anyway, ew?)
It seems like one of those nights,
We ditch the whole scene and end up dreaming
Instead of sleeping. 

18. Even after all of her breakups and heartbreak, she’s still willing to share her secrets. 

Lyrical evidence: ‘Mine’

Flash forward and we’re taking on the world together,
And there’s a drawer of my things at your place.
You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded,
You say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes.

19. Trust you. 

Lyrical evidence: ‘White Horse’

Say you’re sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
As I paced back and forth all this time
Cause I honestly believed in you

20. And drop her guard to let you in.

Lyrical evidence: ‘State of Grace’

You come around and the armor falls
Pierce the room like a cannonball
Now all we know is don’t let go
We are alone, just you and me
up in your room and our slates are clean
Just twin fire signs
Four blue eyes

21. In fact, her biggest fault is that she falls in love and wants to be loved back. 

Lyrical evidence: ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’

Once upon a time a few mistakes ago
I was in your sights, you got me alone
You found me, you found me, you found me
I guess you didn’t care, and I guess I liked that
And when I fell hard, you took a step back
Without me, without me, without me

And isn’t that what we’re all just hoping for?


Reflections From the Spirit Portal: The Legend of Korra One Year On

(This essay was cross-posted on Facebook, so forgive me if it seems catered to the wider public)

Today is the one year anniversary of the finale of Nickelodeon’s The Legend of Korra. I’m not very vocal about it, but during that year, through the challenges of higher education, the dull monotony of entry-level retail work, the all-too-scarce encounters and adventures with friends and family members, and the ever-present stream of tragedies that seems to plague our world, not a day has gone by that I have not thought about Legend of Korra. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t been grateful for the enjoyment, the thrills, the humor, the beauty, the tears, and, above all, the escape this show has given me. I wanted to write a few lines to commemorate it, now that it has become clear, one year on, that my love for this series will remain strong for many years to come.

Like many children in my age group, I watched Korra’s parent series, Avatar: the Last Airbender, when it originally aired between 2005 and 2008. From the beginning I knew the show was special. Its East Asian aesthetics, complex characters, fantastic world building, serialized plot lines, and heavy subject matter—the show addressed such issues as genocide, sexism, imperialism, child soldiers, police states, pacifism, and capital punishment—seemed more at home in the animes that aired late at night on Toonami. But the show had a distinctly Western quality to it. However much it drew from Japanese animation, it was very much an American show. I loved it.

I was understandably excited, several years later, when Nickelodeon announced that Avatar’s creators—Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dimartino—were working on a sequel series, set seventy years after the events of the first. I was in college by the time the first season aired in 2012, and I fell in love anew. Korra was a very different show than Avatar. It’s seasons were shorter, the plots more streamlined. The world had clearly evolved while still retaining the flavor and imagination of the old series. And where Avatar never shied away from mature subject matter, Legend of Korra seemed to bathe in it. Over the course of its four seasons, the show seriously tackled concepts like communism, anarchism, and fascism; regicide; religious zealots, ineffectual politicians and capitalist warmongers; weapons of mass destruction; the privilege of wealth and of birth; loss of identity, life-altering injury, and post-traumatic stress. It showed that good characters, heroic characters, could be brusque, or flawed, or bad at parenting. Characters died onscreen, sometimes quite violently. The villains were never evil, mustache-twirling scoundrels; they were extremists, who took otherwise-reasonable causes too far, and who often got what they wanted in the end because the heroes recognized the validity of some of their concerns.

And the women. Oh, god, the women. I don’t believe there is another show, live-action or animated—or another film, more that matter, or mainstream book—with such an incredible array of female characters. They fill the spectrum: from young girls to old crones; masters of martial arts and captains of industry; terrorists; despots; dictators; matriarchs; spiritual leaders; heads of state; chiefs of police. Mothers, daughters, sisters, wives, none of whom are defined by those relationships. None of them—not a single one—white. There are scenes in Legend of Korra where all major players onscreen—the various parties of a tense hostage negotiation on the doorstep of a besieged city, for example, with an army of thousands looming in the background—are women. And at the center of it all is Korra.

Korra as a protagonist seems designed to be as subversive as possible. As Tumblr user prynnette puts it, “she is brown-skinned, visibly muscular, and struggles with mental illness. She is also, by divine right, the most powerful person on earth.” The series is built entirely around her personal character arc, and it takes a long time for the brash, hot-headed teenager to learn how to fulfill her role as the Avatar, the keeper of balance, champion of the downtrodden, spiritual leader of the world. She is good, make no mistake—kind, righteous, empathetic, pugnacious, and friendly—but she does not start out heroic. Over the course of the series, she faces greater and greater challenges, deals with the consequences, good and bad, of her decisions, and finds herself beaten and broken and brought to her lowest point. And she does not get the tidy, easily-earned recovery so common to adult and children’s media alike. Korra’s recovery is hard. It takes time. She has to rebuild herself almost from the ground up, and it is made clear that she will probably never be entirely the same again. But she rises from the ashes more powerful than ever, the hero that the world deserves just as badly as it needs. And in the end, with the battle won, wounds licked, villains surrendered, and the long process of rebuilding starting to get underway, Korra walks into the metaphorical sunset hand in hand with the woman she loves.

The finale’s reveal of Korra’s bisexuality was a welcome (often enormously welcome) surprise for many fans. Since the beginning of the third season, Korra’s friendship with ally Asami Sato had developed increasingly romantic undertones. But given the culture of corporate censorship, the creators were initially cautious about making things too explicit—plausible deniability and all that. The clues leading up to the finale, therefore, were subtle. The finale itself was anything but. Achingly beautiful music swells in the background during the show’s final moments as Korra and Asami join hands, gaze lovingly into on another’s eyes, and are whisked off to a much-needed vacation, “just the two of us.” Perhaps the satisfaction is a bit greater knowing that the women started as two points on a heterosexual love triangle. Witnessing their romance develop organically, unexpectedly—compellingly—was more powerful than any other love story I have seen.

For a great many fans, the confirmation of Korra and Asami’s relationship was the first time they had seen themselves reflected in such a story. After all, when was the last time you saw a show—not a romantic comedy, or a sitcom, but an epic fantasy—with a queer, non-white, female protagonist who falls in love happily every after with another queer, non-white woman? Let alone a show on Nickelodeon, a show ostensibly for children? This is not a trivial thing. How many young girls are going to grow up with Korra, knowing that there is a powerful, kind, amazing hero who is just like them?

I am a white man. I am not straight, but I can pass as such. I did not see myself represented in Legend of Korra. But the finale was nevertheless incredibly validating for me. I am tired of every story being about a straight white guy. I have seen enough of such stories to last lifetimes. It’s boring. Why else would I consume stories but to escape—to see worlds and people who are different from me, to have new experiences, to see things through the eyes of someone else, to explore what could be in a world where we are not shackled down by so much of the entrenched bullshit that plagues human civilization? I am made better by such stories, made freer, and I’m not even part of the groups who are truly oppressed by the homogeneity of our media. Just by virtue of existing, The Legend of Korra has improved my humanity, and has given countless others a validation they have always deserved but never received.

I was twelve when Avatar: the Last Airbender first aired—the same age as its protagonist, Avatar Aang. I was twenty-one when Legend of Korra ended one year ago—the same age as Korra. For better or worse (mostly for better), I grew up almost literally alongside these characters. If I can achieve even a fraction of the kindness, the heroism, the humanity that they expressed, facing the challenges of a world that forced them to grow up too fast, that tried and sometimes succeeded in taking everything from them, then I will have done all right. I am eternally grateful to wake up every day knowing that we live in a world where such stories can be told.

Happy anniversary, Korra. Thank you for everything.