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OK OK, I’m just doin a lil thing to practice/figure out my style and I thought this was cute so here-

hey, hey, remember when marlene king said a.d didn’t stand for initials? 

BULL FUCKING SHIT.

ichijikanme  asked:

I notice you have 7w8 in your tritype. I know a couple ISTJs but I'm p sure their head fix is either 5 or 6, so I'm curious. How does your 7w8 show itself in your day to day life?

tbh i’m not 100% sure if the 7 is even correct because the whole head triad is like “???” to me.

my reasoning so far is basically:

5
- knowledge gives me no additional value
- i don’t get excited about trivia
- the idea of living in my mind only and not doing physical stuff is bewildering to me (i guess that’s also why i never mistyped as INTJ)
- i’m actually pretty dumb and unperceptive and i have several episodes a day where my mind is literally empty and i don’t think about anything
-> so no 5-fix (?)

6
- i just don’t get 6s at all.
- passive-aggression makes me so mad why would anyone think that this is a good strategy when dealing with people?
- i’m not warm, deep or diplomatic or any of the other supposed good qualities of 6s
- fuck guidance, fuck authorities
- mind-reading was always the most unappealing answer in those “what super power do you want to have?”-tests
-> so no 6-fix either?

7
- “first play and then work”
- “everything will work out fine and people should stop worrying”
- terrible commitment issues; i’ve changed my jobs several times in the past years because i felt like things were going nowhere
- the concept of having a partner and having to stay faithful is absolutely terrifying
- owning material things lifts my mood (about 1-2 hours daily online shopping)
- not exactly financially responsible considering i’m sp-dom

but like [inf Ne voice] maybe what i perceive as 7-fix-traits are symptoms of other issues and i actually have a 5-fix instead? i do relate to the isolation-part and i’m not really spontaneous, but that could also be due to me being both Si-dom and sp-dom?

@ladykima glad u asked tess!!!! club penguin DID die BUT some beautiful ppl ? stole the code? or something? and set up clubpenguinrewritten.pw which is essentially a copycat site where u can play it the same way u always did it has all the same games and art and music and EVENTS and puffles and everything plus free membership club penguin LIVES

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So instead of doing anything else, I got obsessed with the Howls Moving Castle AU.  

  • Slytherin: There's this really great show I think you should check out!
  • Ravenclaw: Okay, I will.
  • Slytherin: *three years later* Oh, did you like that show by the way?
  • Ravenclaw: Oh, I haven't started it yet.
  • Slytherin: Are you fucking kidding me?

Pidge is rude when frustrated and insensitive when frustrated/nervous.

Hunk is rude when suspicious and insensitive when nervous.

Keith is rude when provoked and insensitive when forced to choose between logic and emotion.

Lance is rude when jealous and unlikely to be insensitive.

Shiro is rude when really frustrated and also unlikely to be insensitive.

ok but tater sticks by Bitty’s side at every falconers event after that family skate. he says it’s so he gets first pick of all the food bitty brings, but he sees the way a few of the guys eye little b and zimmboni. he makes sure THEY don’t get any pie until they politely introduce themselves to B like normal human beings. best pie on earth is reserved for good teammates only.

  • Ravenclaw: *wakes up in a cold sweat*
  • Ravenclaw: Oh shit I slept in!
  • Ravenclaw: *Remembers it's Saturday*
  • Ravenclaw: *immediately goes back to sleep*

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

For being someone who’s always sleeping or talking about sleeping or wishing he were asleep Aizawa sure likes being up late at night, doesn’t he

who would have thought I’d have found yet another reason for finding this man relatable

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so, on the subject of fish

I dont fuckign know guys