this is a good argument

i jsut got into an argument online about how antifascist action is good and this idiot kept saying ridiculous fallacies and i literally just kept quoted him but i added “i am very smart” at the end of every quote by him until he got pissed and left then my friend got on the comment thread and we immediately changed the subject into how the ben franklin tried to convince the patriot militias to use longbows god it was so funny

anonymous asked:

Anon who was was asking you why MBTI is still referred to as pseudoscience. The reply proved that you're very quick to jump to conclusions,most likely cause of an ego. I see MBTI as an incomplete work that needs more finetuning,doesnt mean I completely reject it. I've done my research on the cognfunctions,I still see good arguments from people against MBTI. Was asking your opinion on why/how it's disregarded by so many people who have researched the functions and are involved with/in psychology.

Your presentation, whether you are aware of it or not, came off as obnoxious. 

You know, there are good arguments for everything. I go with what works. Something either works, or it doesn’t. Pretty simple way of viewing it, but I prefer to keep things simple. 

Here’s why MBTI is probably still referred to as a pseudoscience: people do not properly take the time to research the frameworks which are, yes, still theoretical. However, they are applicable. Example: theory of gravity. You know, there are there are great arguments for gravity not actually being gravity. MBTI is kind of like that. I can’t tell you exactly what gravity is or all the great arguments around it, but I can tell you if I fall down stairs, it’s gonna hurt. 

good argument: white passing people have privilege because they are not effected by colorism and they should use this advantage to help others but we shouldn’t invalidate their identity + even though they may look white and their experiences aren’t akin to those who don’t that doesn’t make them exempt from all forms of racism especially even within their own communities

bad argument: white passing poc are white

Today in invalid arguments as to why drarry shouldn't be canon

“But if Draco and Harry are together, who does Ginny get to be with????”

OKAY FIRST OFF GINNY IS A FUCKING INDEPENDENT WOMAN WHO DOESN’T NEED TO BE TIED TO ANYONE AND SECOND she and Luna are deeply in love duh

the more I think about it, the less and less sense it makes for Terra to be one of the Darknesses in KH3 because like

in literally every moment after Xehanort possesses him we see Terra fighting back. in the Graveyard, in Radiant Garden, and now in darkness limbo as 0.2 showed us, ten years later, we always see Xehanort struggling to control him. why?

because he can’t.

at no point can he fully, 100% smother Terra’s influence.

the only time Xehanort and Terra seem to coexist “peacefully” is during the Apprentice-Xehanort arc – during which time their hearts were sealed and memories presumably lost.

and considering this series is constantly stressing how intelligent and farsighted Xehanort is I just can’t imagine he’s actually stupid enough to count Terra among his 13 when he knows full well by now that Terra is a force to be reckoned with. Terra would require far too much focus and effort to maintain a hold of, because a) IT DIDN’T WORK TWELVE YEARS AGO AND IT DIDN’T WORK TWO YEARS AGO SO WHY WOULD ANYTHING HAVE CHANGED, especially when b) we’ve seen that Terra’s only gotten stronger and more confident since BBS?? and c) I’ve said this before but I’ll say it again: Terra was impossible to control with Xehanort’s whole heart inside him. attempting to control him with only 1/13th of his heart is just? asking for failure? I mean really?? why don’t you just carry around a ticking time bomb while you’re at it man

Bee Joke

Once upon a time, there’s a bee. That bee goes to an average bee high school and has no friends. Slowly, after lots of perseverance, he makes friends. They’re good friends, the best friends a bee could have! After a hearty argument, this bee friends notice something. They’re really good at arguments! So good, in fact, that they recommend that they go and join the debate club. That bee turns out to be very good in debate club and becomes top in the entire school, winning one after another until there’s no awards left to win. On top of this, that bee was a straight “A” student and was recommended to go to Harvard. 

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everyone’s so worried about how ben solo just returning to the person he was before kylo ren would be “too easy” after all he’s done. how adopting that name would mean regression for the character and a lack of culpability for the things he did as kylo ren.

and I have to wonder, has it ever occurred to anyone that ben solo has never really existed at all? that there is no ben solo for him to return to? that there was never a time ben existed alone in his own mind, allowed to develop his own thoughts and view of the world outside of another’s manipulation and lies? that he never had the chance to develop into the person ben would have grown up to be, since snoke began grooming him long before even his adolescence?

how exactly, I have to ask, would ben building himself from the ground up be “too easy”? how would forcing him to do the tough and painful work of getting to know himself as himself equal regression for this character? how would becoming someone capable of understanding the moral weight of what he’s done to his galaxy and his family and himself be negating culpability for the things he’s done?

snoke didn’t give ben the chance to become someone new - he was molding him into kylo ren from the beginning.
and I can’t help feeling that ben reclaiming his name is an important step in defining himself for himself, for the first time ever.

Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

The Signs As Feelings

Aries: playing your favorite sport, taking pictures with the people you love, talking to someone you haven’t seen in ages

Taurus: drinking something cold in the middle of summer, having sleepovers with your best friends, bonding with your parents

Gemini: laughing until your stomach hurts, sleeping in new sheets, not having anyone to listen to you

Cancer: skype calls with people you miss, crying after your emotions built up, staying in on a Saturday night

Leo: feeling confident about your appearance, telling your best friends about something that happened to you, wearing a new outfit

Virgo: winning an argument, finishing a good book, feeling like not many people understand you

Libra: saying what you think, proving a teacher correct, being afraid of what people would think

Scorpio: kissing someone you wanted to kiss for the longest time, regretting things you’ve done in the past, opening your curtains in the morning

Sagittarius: doing something you’ve never done before, cuddling with your pet, going to bed late

Capricorn: feeling excluded, saying a good comeback, saying what you have wanted to say for the longest time

Aquarius: talking to someone who you know understands you, feeling nervous when looking into someones eyes for too long, never being sure about how you feel

Pisces: finishing homework at 2am, watching your favorite movie, playing a song on the piano fluently

source:  temperamentally-indulging

“Quickly men! Into formation!”

“Sir, what purpose does this formation serve? None of us is aiming with even a remote chance of hitting any possible enemies and we’re in serious danger of starting a forest fire.”

“Shut up Steve. It looks awesome.”


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The Signs As Feelings

Aries: playing your favorite sport, taking pictures with the people you love, talking to someone you haven’t seen in ages

Taurus: drinking something cold in the middle of summer, having sleepovers with your best friends, bonding with your parents

Gemini: laughing until your stomach hurts, sleeping in new sheets, not having anyone to listen to you

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y’all: *really intelligent and amazing character analysis and predictions for plot development in the future, as well as fantastically crafted arguments backed with a good supply of evidence to point to it*
me: “Aha! They’re called Red Robes because their robes are red!”

I sometimes like to imagine Vader meeting Leia on the Tantive IV and wondering why in the hell she seems so familiar. He’s heard of her, sure, but since Vader is not always directly involved in politics he’s never seen her before and she’s just so young. But it’s not just that, there’s something else…

I think it also bothers Vader that she is completely unbothered by him. Vader is probably used to getting the upper hand on people purely based on his appearance - especially when you consider his suit, his height, and his modulated voice - but Leia is completely unfazed. She openly defies him, she lies to his face, and she’s smug about it, too. And yet, despite all the setbacks and confusion, Vader cannot for the life of him put a finger on why she bothers him so much.

Maybe it’s the way she talks to him, or her lack of fear, or maybe it’s the youthful veracity that tinges her every dissentful remark.

Once Leia escapes the Death Star, though, Vader finds himself preoccupied with the origins of another - a certain Luke Skywalker. Not only is he the pilot credited with destroying the superweapon, but he bears the same name as him, as well as the same tutor: Obi Wan.

Vader thinks nothing of Leia, at least not until his confrontation with Luke on the second Death Star. Luke’s origins are almost a no-brainer. Once he learns of the rebel’s surname, it’s only a matter of time before he confirms that the boy was his… but there was no mention of a sister. After all, Leia was an Organa - he always knew that. Regardless of whether he followed galactic politics or not, Bail Organa had been a contemporary of Padmé’s, and royals have kids all the time, right? There was no reason for him, or anyone else for that matter, to think otherwise. But suddenly, Leia makes sense to him now. 

She looks like Padmé. She has her eyes, her hair, her same penchant for politics - but she’s not actually like her at all. She looks like her mother, yes, but she takes after him. She is as passionate and personable as Padmé, but she is fueled by the same fearless ferocity as Anakin. He sees Padmé, but all Vader can sense is himself - but a better self, an old self he left behind long, long ago. And in his son, he sees his older visage - the same youthful face framed by blonde hair, those bright blue eyes - but he senses Padmé. Luke has her kindness, her compassion, and her unending patience when it comes to others and seeing the good in them. Leia is tempestuous and argumentative, and just as impatient with the galaxy as Anakin was with the Jedi Council. 

She has Padmé’s eyes, yes, but she is also every bit of Anakin, yet a far better version of himself than he could ever possibly be.

politicalmamaduck  asked:

Have you ever written about religion on different planets? How do they worship differently on Naboo versus Corellia versus Alderaan, for example?

  • one of those things padme will never be able to fully explain to anakin—sinking down under the water of the bay (like the sea from which all life came and to which all life would return) the chanting voices distended, strange, filtered through the water as she tried to hold her breath. Whenever anakin or obi-wan talk about the force, that’s what she conjures: suspended there in the warmth, light and salt in her eyes.
    • on tatooine they did it differently, she heard—from anakin, dust baths and ash and dryness, skin stretched too-tight over his bones and no water at all. (it was too precious, not even the force would ask that of them. not when they needed it so desperately.)
    • it was strange, the handful of conversations she’d had with senators from other planets, other sectors; bail organa had been anointed in snow, breathing quick because he was not accustomed to mountain elevation. alien species choosing anointings with hrucium, osmium dust, because what did carbon and fatty oil chains mean to them?
      • (The only eternal truth is the Force, the Force universal and unending. It doesn’t matter, what particularities of it are rendered unto you.)
  • leia, alderaanian raised if not quite born, has a theological education heavily rooted in her father’s understanding of the Force, which preaches that silence is complicity and true devotion is the lightsaber. 
    • (obi-wan and bail used to have good-natured arguments about it, whether the Force sought peace and balance, or whether they were too far from balance to ever be content with peace.
    • mostly, breha had found it amusing that she’d married a man who would have been just as happy renouncing his worldly possessions and preaching at the temple on jedha as he was being viceroy of alderaan.)
    • leia doesn’t—think about it much before the destruction of alderaan, except to resent. but then alderaan is gone, alderaan is dead, and all those stupid traditions she’d ignored and resented and rebelled against, the cultured grace and artistry she’d chafed under isn’t an obligation. it’s a relic. (it’s not even a relic, a relic implies there is rubble or pottery shards left, something leia could turn over in her hands; proof that it existed once. the absence of alderaan is its own obligation, heavy and visible only to her.)
    • if she shuts her eyes, she can see her mother lighting the tanough candles, the light in her eyes as she smiled at leia.
      • leia has emergency candles in her pack (practically antiques, but they get the job done, the quartermaster had sighed) and sometimes she takes them out, holds them in her hands under her palms smell of wax, and there are tears prickling at her eyes.
      • she wishes she remembered all the words to the prayers. she wishes she remembered the stories her mother told, her father told, the folk tales and the songs. She wishes—It’s not about anything, but someone ought to remember. (it shouldn’t be her, but she doesn’t know of anyone else.)
  • owen and beru were not terribly religious, several generations removed from the fervent, secretive worship found in the slave quarters of mos espa, and even further away from the core’s way of doing things. (if there’s a bright center to the universe—)
    • but there are things that endure, simply out of habit—luke will never waste salt, never spill it, and somewhere among what little he saved from the fire is a holed stone, which he keeps in his pocket of his flightsuit.
    • this isn’t what luke thinks of, when ben explains what the force is. luke thinks of heat, the sun high above the sand—the thrill of knowing he should have been asleep in his bunk, like the rest of Tatooine at noontide, but instead standing there, on the very edge of the homestead. like the last thing alive in the whole galaxy.
    • he remembers watching the wavering line of the horizon. a line of grey-brown-dust smudges moving slowly, heavily, coming closer until he could make them out—slaves, dressed in robes and cowls, carrying something over their shoulders. there were a few men and women following them, and they were singing—something, luke couldn’t make out words, except that it was high, and sad.
      • it took too long for luke to realize the thing swathed in white was a body, they were going to bury their dead, and he felt himself go hot. immediately, he whipped off his hat and bowed his head, until they were gone off towards the western gorge, and he couldn’t hear the singing anymore.
      • by the time he made his way back to the farm, his neck, ears, scalp, had all blistered from sunsburn. beru had to use a whole tube of bacta, and made him shuck a year’s worth of slatin for sneaking out.)
  • han, corellian-born, has no particular faith—if he wanted to be a jedi, that world was gone by the time he was nine; and if he wanted to be sith, he should have started out as more than just a low-level smuggler and scammer. (they’re burning the world down by the time he understands his options, he never really had a chance.) he figures life is short and brutish and sometimes free, and then you die. end of story.
    • so he’s genuinely shocked and not shocked at all when luke calls himself jedi—might as well, really, aren’t they all weirdos and mystics these days—
      • (it’s a political label more than anything else, right? jedi are for the core and the republic and the rebellion, the force is just their way of dressing up a war.)
    • what are you doing? leia asks sleepily, lifting her head up from where she fell asleep on the dejarik table. han startles, pulling his hand away from the inside of the hull like it suddenly burns.
      nothing, han says. just—saying goodnight.
            to the falcon?
      leia asks with a yawn. why?
      • (han doesn’t have an answer, except that he has always done this, and the falcon has always been safe, flown true. these things aren’t connected, but they are.) I don’t know, he says. the force, probably. go back to sleep, your worship.
      • and she does.