type focus

The Intuitives and their Levels of Focus

ENxJ - 100000000% focused at all times. They only allow half of their brain to sleep at a time, the other continuously processing the problems they are facing, ready to jump up and take action at any moment. When they are on a mission, do not stand in their way, or they will plow right through you. Clever, manipulative foxes that know exactly what they want and how to get it.

INxJ - Super focused…. On their thoughts and theories. Train of thought like a battering ram, but will trip over a pebble. Cannot be distracted from their thoughts, but is constantly distracted by their thoughts. Basically a wandering, introspective ball of flesh.

ENxP - Very focused ON EVERYTHING AT ONCE. Like ten thousand laser beams shooting in every direction. They are always ready to respond to anything and everything like a super karate clever banter ninja. Masters of instant comebacks and general witty remarks.

INxP - No focus. Ever. Where are they? What’s happening? They don’t know. The world is just so big and loud and distracting. It’s fine though. They’re just along for the ride. Sometimes the ride isn’t so great though, so that might actually get their attention, but there’s no guarantee.

IMPORTANT PSA

Your MBTI type does not affect whether you feel emotions, or even how deeply you experience them.

It affects how much you focus on your emotions and how much importance you place in them.

If you’re still confused, go back and reread the above sentences.

Thank you for your time.

MADDOX-RIDER; 2016 ART SUMMARY

You can say I spend majority of my year with Dan & Phil. I am so glad that the phandom welcomed me with open arms. I made a lot of new friends, did fun projects and achieved many goals that I’ve set for myself; like having an entire art summary filled with colours+digital and completing inktober. To me, it was been a very successful year. I may or may not still be in the phandom but where ever my art takes me, I hope to create new memories in 2017 like this year.

Jan: Kiss Me
Feb: Phamily
Mar: Dentist Kink
Apr: Shibes!
May: Love Me Like You Do
June: If I lose myself 
July: Majestic Pastel
Aug: Team Mystic
Sept: Only one
Oct: TATINOF
Nov: Phanime
Dec: Secret Santa

[TRANS] non-no Magazine 2017 Aug Issue - BTS Jungkook

4 QS WITH BTS

Q1: What’s your hobby or something you’re into recently, how do you spend your holiday?

A1: I’m enjoying playing FPS (First Person Shooter) games recently. Every day I play for 3-4 hours and in the blink of an eye it’s already time to sleep. (laughs) And I listen to music all the time. I listen to exciting music like the future base genre too, but I lean more towards moody and calming songs.

Q2: Tell us your fashion style or preference!

A2: I like big silhouette like hooded jackets and the color black. I don’t change my style that much even in summer. Although we have different styles, I think Rap Monster and J-hope are really cool because you can feel how they are from their way of dressing.

Q3: Favorite perfume?

A3: The fragrance of the wind or the green when spring comes. I once rode a bike along the riverside while listening to music together with Rap Monster and V on a spring day before. When I feel the distinctive air of the early spring, I would recall the memory of that day and get excited.

Q4: Favorite work among Japanese movies, dramas, mangas?

A4: I like Japanese animes and my favorite work, which is also what Jin’s currently into, is ‘Haikyuu!!’. It helps me learn Japanese too!

THIS IS ME

[Passion]

I’m the type to focus on something instantly once I feel like I want to do it, I want to accomplish it! Right now I’m into makng music so I’m learning diligently, even though it’s still far from releasing. My personality is to do what I like first and think of whether it’s going well or not later.

[Gourmet]

I like food! Especially meat. Chicken is my favorite. I like the food at Japanese convenience stores so much that I think about convenience stores every time I go to Japan (laughs) If I travel to Japan off work, I would stop by several times!

[Sleep]

I love sleeping so much. I’m into playing games so my sleep time has been cut off (laughs) If I have even just a little bit of time like in the car, I would nod off to sleep.

THIS IS HIM: JUNGKOOK is…

from J-HOPE

“A member with stronger desire to improve for music and dancing than others, but sometimes he also has the cute maknae-like side like a spoilt baby. I have to use my strength when I hug him since he’s tall, so I can sleep well. (laughs)

from JIMIN

“The maknae who works harder since he was young than any of the members. He’s the same age as my real brother so I look after him well, but at some point he has started to feel like my real brother. Whatever he does, he’s cute.”

JPN - KRN © Jeon Jungkook Gallery 전정국 갤러리, ma_ko77
KRN - ENG © ktaebwi

On Finding Your Own Magickal Associations/Correspondences

I see lots of people repeating the advice to create your own magickal associations (also called magickal correspondences) and not rely too heavily on others’, but I don’t think I’ve seen anyone explain why. Perhaps that’s because the reason seems self-evident for those of us who already “get it,” but I know there was a time when I didn’t get it, so I wanted to create this post explaining the reasoning behind making (or, more accurately, recognizing) your own associations.

It’s extremely simple, even if it isn’t immediately obvious: 

Magickal associations are not immutable, objective fact, and they’re not even strictly necessary: The sole purpose of a magickal association is to associate an item (like herbs and ritual tools) or easily understood concept (like colors and days of the week) with a specific type of energy. This is because our brains are excellent at observing, recognizing, and remembering patterns, so we can use items or concepts that we are already very familiar with to help us remember what certain energies feel like by associating the two together; that way, when you remember the one, you’ll naturally remember the other as well.

This is important because it can be difficult to call up exactly the right energy you need without a little cognitive help (after all, it’s subtle and intangible), and it gets even more complicated when you need to call up and remember multiple kinds of energy for a single working (which is a lot of the time).

All of this is why magickal associations are both optional and customizable: If you have no trouble remembering and calling up specific energies, you probably don’t need associations. And if the color green doesn’t remind you of abundant, wealthy energy, but ruby red does, then use ruby red for your money spells; the important thing is that you’re calling up the right energy—the way you get to it doesn’t matter.

So how do you find your own associations?

Well, that’s pretty simple, too: 

  1. Become familiar with a particular energy pattern
  2. Decide which item(s) or concept(s) remind you of that type of energy

That’s it!

There’s no objective right or wrong, only what is and isn’t appropriate for you. You are a unique individual with a unique perception of the world: Your geography, culture, heritage, personal belief system, and cognitive abilities all play a part in how you recognize certain energy patterns in the world around you, and it stands to reason that other people with different experiences will recognize these energies in different ways—so don’t worry about what everyone else is doing. Trust your own intuition and it will lead you to the energy you need in the way that you need to get to it.

[Note: Some things in this world carry their own unique energy signatures. Once you recognize the unique energy signature in such an item, it’s up to you to decide whether you want to keep using that item in association with other types of energy or focus only on the innate energy it already contains.]

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My pride and joy are my Water-type Pokémon

♡ for @allthingsmisty ♡

116- Focus Energy

Normal Type: Enchantment. Focus your energy into a keepsake to carry around all day, and keep you on track. Pretty basic, as all you need is your energy and something to channel it into.

What You’ll Need~

  • A small object that you can fit in your pocket or purse

Procedure~

  1. Select your item. It should be easily portable, and something that you can touch when you need to.
  2. Once you have chosen your item, you hold it in your hands, and focus on it.
  3. List what qualities you want to carry for that day. Diligence, attentiveness, patience, or what have you. You can say them out loud or think them.
  4. Store your object however you please. If you feel yourself getting off track, you can take your item out and hold it, remembering what you asked for

TIPS

  • Good items include stones, crystals, pencils, coins, fidgets, and so on.
  • This spell is more about will and intent than anything. Your object is just a place to keep this energy and to remind you of what you need to do.

people who watch tbt just for kadena (and don’t when they’re not in the spotlight) wyd?? you do realize you’re gonna get the show canceled like that and that means no more kadena, right?? also the show is amazing?? badass ladies? empowerment? representation? stereotypes being broken? i’m just- why

Jughead x Reader- Soulmate AU- Drawings

Soulmate AU where whatever is drawn or written upon the skin appears on the other. I found a post on here somewhere that inspired this, so if you guys have any idea about the original post please let me know~! This fic is gender neutral!

Warnings: None at all, unless you count my writing haha

This flips between second and third person depending on the POV. Let me know how ya feel about that

Words: 1373

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Jughead sat on his bed, a smile on his face as he watched the skin of his arm, line after line appeared, creating beautiful patterns on his skin. This was a nightly occurrence, part of the routine, and he couldn’t help wondering who would draw these designs. They were beautiful, and he would always wonder just where the person who drew them was. Sometimes he would watch as lines would disappear and then reappear in new forms, the artist on the other side not happy with their work, and he knew he would be able to watch them for hours. He never told his friends about the art, as it was always gone by morning, and he liked having just a secret between him and whomever this person was.

Sometimes he would write things out for whomever was on the other end and the pair would have short conversations. Nothing too long, things that could be written out on an arm or a hand, and he had gotten to know little things about them. He wanted to save most of the mystery of this intriguing person until they met and wanted to save as much room as he could for their artwork.

They were talented, and it always was bittersweet when the drawings would be washed off in the morning. In part he was sad because now they would be gone, but now he would be able to wonder what they would do next. Sometimes through the school days he would leave little notes of encouragement on his arm, or just little quotes he saw that made him think of his enigma. It was strange how a few simple questions, and hours of watching them draw had made him completely smitten with them.

He knew that no one in Riverdale was the one who had done the designs, and i disheartened him some, worried he would never be able to truly meet his soulmate without having to ask them where they lived. He had always liked the concept of simply bumping into them one day, instead of doing what the other couples he knew had done, and arranged plans to meet. As far as he could tell, the person he wrote to had agreed with this sentiment.

You on the other hand were a nervous wreck these days. Everything in your life had turned upside down as your family packed everything and moved cities. Your mother had simply grown sick of the city life and your father had agreed to move her back to where she had grown up: Riverdale.

You had been here a few times as a child, visiting your grandparents when it was possible but you had always remained secluded. You didn’t want to see the other children, not wanting to make friends and have to leave them so soon after. A decision that you now regretted as you found yourself in front of the new school. You took a breath as you made your way up to the door, face looking towards the ground before you collided into a blonde girl, nearly sending you both to the ground. You were thankful as someone grabbed you from behind, helping you up.

“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, reaching to make sure the blonde girl was alright. She just smiled and shook her head.

“You must be (Y/N), I’m Betty Cooper, your tour guide for the day,” she said, holding out her hand, which you shook.

“My names Kevin! I must say it is a pleasure to meet you, I like your shoes,” he said and you smiled warmly.

“Yeah, that’s me. that obvious huh?” you asked and Betty gave a sheepish smile.

“It’s hard to hide a new face in a town like this,” she says and you nod your head, smiling back lightly.

“No I guess not,” you said and she sighed a bit.

“Come on, I’ve already got your schedule, I’ll show you where to go for your first class,” she said and you nodded, following quickly behind her. There was something about the chatter of the two people you had met first that instantly put you at ease. Soon enough it was lunch hour and you found yourself sitting at the table with her group of friends.

“Guys, this is (Y/N), the new student everyone’s been talking about,” Kevin said as he plopped down in an empty seat at the end of the table.

“(Y/N) this is Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, and Jughead Jones,” Betty said, pointing them all out in order as you gave a cautious wave before sitting down beside the blonde.

Jughead Jones the Third,” Jughead piped up and Betty rolled her eyes.

“Of course, I always forget, he likes that part being made very clear,” she said, looking to you with an amused look in her eyes.

Jughead was about when Veronica butted in, making her own introduction, “Finally! Someone who can take the new kid title from me! I’ve been here for months and still haven’t shaken it,” Veronica said, waving her hands around in excitement, “It’s nice to meet you though,” she said, her smile warm.

“Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself (Y/N)?” Archie asked and you smiled, giving whatever details were asked of you and making pleasant conversation with the kids around you, your hand over the spot on your arm where a sweet message from your soul mate was sitting under the sleeve.

In the weeks that went by you found yourself becoming quite close to the small group of friends, joining them when you could. though there was an unmistakable draw to Jughead. There was just a spark that was there, that the other kids didn’t have.

And yet it still took nearly three months for the two of you to realize why that was. The two of you were sitting across from the other in Pop’s, him working on his novel and you were buried in some sketches you were working on in your sketchpad. As your pencil flowed across the paper you couldn’t help but begin to continue the pattern on the back of your hand, hoping to give that special person a surprise outside of the usual routine artistry you did.

You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t notice Jughead stop typing, his focus now on the back of his hand as he watched the design flow freely across the skin. He glanced up at you to see if you had noticed before he tensed. He watched as your pen worked across your own hand, noticing the exact same design on it.

“It’s you,” he said, a near whisper as he did, eyes wide and staring.

At his words you looked up, a furrowed brow, “Whats me?” you asked, not seeing his hand that was still behind his laptop.

He didn’t know what to say, instead just closing the computer and laying is hand down next to yours, both of you staring in amazement at the identical pictures.

“You’re my soulmate,” you whispered, your eyes going up to look him in the eyes, a grin spreading across your cheeks.

“I knew something was odd,” he blurted and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Good to know you think I’m weird Jones,” you said and he blushed, shaking his head.

“Yeah you’re weird, but who in Riverdale isn’t?” he asked and you nodded.

“Good point,” you said and he smiled, putting his hand in yours, his thumb tracing the design gently before leaning in so your lips could meet.

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What you didn’t see, the two of you completely engrossed in each other was a grumbling Betty, handing Veronica and Kevin each a twenty dollar bill in the doorway of the diner.

“Told you so,” she said, a smug smile on her face before she snapped a picture of their two friends.

“I knew they were end game,” Kevin said gleefully, laughing playfully at the blonde. The group of friends had been split, divided and had started the bet at Veronica’s suggestion. Archie and Betty saying it was too good to be true, Veronica and Kevin, swooning at the mere idea of the new kid and the loner being soul mates.

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Let me know what you guys think. Tell me how to improve! Pointers are definitely appreciated! :)

very self-indulgent Yuri on Ice Pokemon AU because I can and pokemon au is always important to me

bonus:

anonymous asked:

do you think you can tell me a bit about the pentacle? is it something that only applies to wiccans, or is there more to it? what does it mean? that kind of thing... if not i totally understand! sorry from coming to you about this!! you just seem like you know what youre talking about :')

Hey buddy sorry for like the two days later reply. I’m in the middle of finals (I have a weird school schedule cause I go to school online), so I’m very busy lately!! But I got Time so let’s do this.

Originally posted by pagan-wicca-stuff

Pentagrams

The pentagram is a broadly used symbol, used by many different practices with different histories, so the it can mean many different things!

So, fun fact, “pentacle” is the term for a (typically) circular symbol often drawn on the ground (often in the shape of a pentagram) that can be used for various different magical purposes, including holding energy and evoking spirits. It is also the name for the tool itself, frequently found on occultists altars. You can see one in the gif above. It’s a tile with a pentagram on it.

A “pentagram” is the standard five-pointed star shape, frequently placed inside a circle.

You do not have to be Wiccan or Satanist to use the pentagram symbol. It is broadly used in many forms of magic and occultism, and was even, once upon a time and long, long ago, used by Christians to symbolize the 5 senses or the five trials of Christ.

In modern day magic, many people recognize the pentagram as a symbol of the five elements. That is, spirit, air, earth, fire, and water, said to be at each point of the star. The connection and balance of these five elements is often an ideal place to start work, and is a great way to contain energy when you begin to raise it.

It is also not uncommon to see it as a symbol of the five bodily senses, when upright.

You might use the pentagram as a general sort of symbol as well, like one might a sigil. You can charge it with your intent, and draw it wherever. One favorite of mine is using syrup on my morning pancakes. It’s also a great symbol of protection and the general elements.

Wiccans have embraced the pentagram as their symbol because of the prevalence of its use and the symbolism it holds. Often, you might see the pentagram inverted. This is not necessarily “evil,” as some might have you believe. It is simply the focus on the physical and sometimes, therefore, darker realms. Instead of pointing upwards to aspire to the heavens, it points downwards to focus on the base and primal. You will see this type of focus in other forms of magic, such as Satanism or certain ceremonial magicks.

Zionists can suck my hairy Palestinian a** for saying the Palestinian flag doesn’t make them ‘comfortable’. Damn right it should make you feel uncomfortable since it serves as a reminder that your illegitimate state is built on the genocide and ethnic cleansing of Palestinians.

(This post is in reference to the Palestinian flag flying at Camp Solomon Schechter while hosting a summer camp for Palestinian and Jewish kids)

Dear Mags

[Also on AO3 in my one-shot collection Mean Peach Mojito]

She finds the first one when she’s at the DMV.

She’s been here for hours. She’s finished her book. She’s swiped an abandoned newspaper and solved half of the crossword before she gets stuck. She’s too proud to text Alex for help, so now she’s just opening and closing all the apps on her phone, aimlessly trying to pass the time without going ballistic about how slow this process is.

She opens her notes app, and about halfway down the screen, tucked between old grocery lists and weekend to-do lists and her list of books to read, she sees a note that starts with “Dear Mags.”

And she’d have remembered writing a note to herself. She scrunches up her face as she clicks on it.

“Dear Mags,” it says, “I don’t know when you’re going to find this. You’re about to get on a plane to Texas for that alien policing conference.” Maggie’s eyes widen a little as her nose wrinkles in confusion. That was a couple months ago, just a few weeks after she and Alex had kissed for the first time.

And the only person who calls her Mags – the only person with access to her phone – is Alex.

Dread drops, hot and dense, into her gut. It can’t be a breakup note, right? Not a breakup note, not from months ago, not just tucked into her notes app? That would be insane, Maggie knows that, but her heart is both frozen up in her throat and roiling down in her gut as her eyes fly over the screen.

“I know we haven’t been together very long, but there’s something I want you to know. I’m not sure when is the right time to tell you, so I’m chickening out by writing it here. Just know, whenever you see this, that it was true when I wrote it and I know it’s true today when you’re reading it.”

Maggie holds her breath as her thumb moves, both too quickly and not nearly quickly enough, to scroll down the page.

“I love you.”

Maggie tries to release her air, but her breath stutters.

They haven’t said it yet.

She’s wanted to for a while, but she hasn’t had the guts to do it.

And fucking Alex Danvers had the guts months ago.

“Just wanted you to know. I love you, beautiful girl. Come back soon. I miss you already.”

And now Maggie’s crying in the DMV.

An older black woman next to her hands her a tissue. “I’m sure they’ll call your number soon, sugar,” she tells her.



She finds the next note in the middle of the grocery list Alex had typed on her phone last night, while Maggie was giving her a shoulder massage.

“Eggs
Milk
Sesame bagels
Amazing tortillas
Gross cheese
I love you
I wonder every day if your dimples are a gift from god
When you smile at me I feel like I can fly
You’re so amazing
Also this massage feels excellent
Frozen broccoli
Pizza dough
Baking powder
Chili powder”

She, trying to be a good snake person, spends the night five minutes creating the right lighting to send a picture of her dimples to Alex.

It turns out the frozen food aisle is the best for that, the light from the freezers dancing gently on her face.


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