themses

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Carlo Bossoli (1815–84, Italy)

Landscapes 2: Great Britain and France

Bossoli was a Swiss-born Italian painter and lithographer, who spent his early career in Ukraine. He is best known for his landscapes, vedute, historical scenes from the Risorgimento, as well as his depictions of eastern Europe.

anonymous asked:

hi! how would each function flirt? like, what are the tactics of each function when it comes to flirting? thank you and i hope whatever you do today, youre doing something you love! xx

Si: looks for little ways to be helpful or indispensable to you, is probably the person you’ve friend-zoned

Ni: generally dislikes flirting, secretly tries to learn as much as possible about you, prone to stalking behaviors so you’ll feel like someone’s always watching you

Ti: not great at flirting, keenly observes your behaviors, probably makes somewhat pathetic or awkward or even weirdly aggressive attempts to impress you or get your attention

Fi: no strategy, acts erratically, does weird impulsive unpredictable things, gets giddy when you pay attention, the shy ones have a knack for magically disappearing from view when you notice them

Se: tries to impress you with their shiny qualities/skills/talents, will do fun/creative things to make you feel great about yourself

Ne: becomes weirdly and intensely fascinated with you and asks you lots of questions, they may not realize they’re flirting hard with you

Te: painstakingly constructs the perfect environment or conditions for things to… happen, awkwardly tries to “steer” you towards things happening

Fe: goes the extra mile to be warm and friendly, possibly invites you out to all the various group things, suddenly takes a lot of interest in your interests

@puddingseeker

London was always an odd place to visit. He’d been more aware of it as a child, going there on occasional business trips with his uncle and cousin, but his grandfather had told him stories of London–feline shadows turning humanoid, houses with pictures that moved, owls everywhere… of course, with how old he was, a lot of what he said was dismissed as being nonsense. But the sense of suspicion stayed with him, even when his ability to notice such things didn’t.

Still, he figured it was just something odd with the atmosphere of the town, not the people themse-

“OOMPH!” He stumbled back a little after bumping into someone. “Blisterin’ barnacles, watch whair yoor gwa–oh.” He paused upon realizing it was a woman he’d run into. 
“F’rgive me lass. Didn’ look whair I was goin’,” he apologized, moving to help her up if she needed it.

Don’t imagine Tessa after Jem’s death. Don’t imagine her standing all in with on blackfriars bridge every year in January and remembering the great time she had together with him. Don’t imagine her crying silent tears falling in the themse because she lost both of her big loves. Don’t imagine her locking at old photos and baby sockets late at night when she can’t sleep. Don’t imagine her never finding someone to love like this ever again.

As an INTJ, I feel quite a bit of resonance with the INFJ shutdown thingy I just reblogged.

My personal shutdown process goes like so:

  • Ni:THE FUTURE IS SCARY, WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE, HOW DO I GET TO WHERE I WANT TO GO, THE END GOAL IS SO FAR AWAY AND I HAVE SO LITTLE TIME TO GET THERE
  • Te:YOU’RE DOING THAT WRONG, DO IT THIS WAY, NO THIS WAY, NO THIS WAY OH FFS I’LL DO IT GO AWAY
  • Fi: FEELINGS ARE BORING AND STUPID AND I HATE THEM
  • Se:*stares unseeing into the abyss* *whispers that everything is too loud and too bright*
American Candy

Lyric’s heels clicked on across the warehouse as she walked forward. Her eyes shifted around the room as she watched her employees package drugs. They all wore bikini and were subjected to daily cavity searches. Her lips curved into a smirk as one of dealers came forward. She had the large drug empire in the city so she had multiple people working for her. She grabbed the money from the other, counting it. Her eyes darkened in disapproval. She slapped the other.

“You’re 500 short, bitch, you trying to hold out with me?” she pulled out her gun, placing it against the other’s forehead. “Don’t fucking lie to me”