wide range of emotions

Don’t know how I managed to keep this project a secret for this long, but-


Now you can see my custom-designed SQUIP in action, YAYYY! 
The Squip Enters was a perfect practice opportunity for me because it’s under a minute (49 secs,to be exact) and it calls for creative visual effects as well as a wide range of emotions in order to the scene to play-out properly.
I hope I did it justice! Let me know what you guys think.


Spnhiatuscreations Week Eleven: Emotions

Dean Winchester+Misconceptions: Dean is Dead Inside (2/2)

It’s a misconception born of Famine’s taunting; telling Dean he wasn’t affected by The Hunger because he’s got a hole inside him that can’t be filled. That he’s not hungry because he’s already dead. Some have latched onto this and taken Famine’s words to heart, decided Dean is dead inside; a broken shell of a man. But I ask you, can a man who feels as deeply as Dean Winchester feels, a man who has such a wide range of emotions, really be dead inside? 

Part One: The hole inside Dean is a metaphor for guilt, grief and self-loathing.

When You Wear His Shirt - BTS Reaction

A/N - Helloooo fellow ARMYs!! OMG I am going insane with BIGHIT releasing all these teasers for BTS. And to celebrate their upcoming comeback, I’ve decided to elevate all our emotions and fangirl capabilities to the max with this BTS reaction yayyy!! Enjoy guys!!! <3

When You Wear His Shirt:


Namjoon would enjoy every second you wore any of his clothes, whether it be his shirt, hat, scarf, etc. But there was no doubt that he loved it best when you wore his shirt. During your movie nights, when you sat upon the couch with your bare legs gently perched upon his lap, he would gently graze his fingers over your calves and sometimes lay a few kisses upon your knees. Eventually, his eyes would meet yours and he would whisper, “You know this is really unfair right? You can’t go around tempting me like this.”


You would be chatting with Jin via video call while he was on tour and he would notice how your shirt was so familiar to him. When he eventually realizes that it was his own, he would find it cute that you missed him that much that you decided to wear it while he was away. Only problem is that the entire group would end up purposely walking by while you two were chatting and catch a glimpse of you in his shirt. That would eventually lead to the entire hotel room bursting in pterodactyl screams and endless teasing that he would have to take your call in another room. When he finally found some peace and quiet he would slyly glance at you while cheekily responding raising his eyebrows, “Usually only my existence can make that shirt beautiful but I think I’ll make an exception this time.”


Yoongi would forever keep his poker face and continue to compose his music while you simply waited lethargically for him to finish. Knowing that he would spend the entire night at his desk working, you purposely waited by his side as the clock continued to move past midnight. At certain moments his eyes would flicker to your curvy figure and bare legs as you sat beside him. When you felt your head begin to grow heavy and sleep slowly coming to consume you, you decided it was best to leave. And just as you were about to exit the room, he would quickly pull you into his lap while murmuring into your ear, “And just where do you think you are going?”


As soon as Hoseok saw you walking around the house with his long oversized hoodie, he would lean forward from his stance and gently beckon you over to him with his fingers. As you made your way over to him he would wrap his arms around your waist and place a chaste kiss on your forehead. He would then lift your arms around his neck and pull you closer and continue to sway you side to side as you two gently began to move into a slow dance. There would be no need for music or words since this was a sort of silence that you two were the most comfortable in.



Jimin would find you completely irresistible he would burst into a smile when he sees you. As soon as you start preparing dinner while dancing around in his shirt, he would slowly snake his arms around your waist and bury his face into the croon of your neck. He would continue to shyly place butterfly kisses down your jawline. When you raise a spoon to his lips to taste your dish, he would gently shake his head and whisper huskily, “No beautiful, I’m hungry for something else.”


Our little 4D Alien would be a bundle of joy when he first catches a glimpse of you. His reaction may incorporate a wide range of emotions including, shyly peaking from the edge of the door at your legs or purposely walking by and brushing your shoulders. Eventually when you caught onto his childish behaviors and continued to playfully ignore him, he would unleash his excitement in the most bizarre way. He would probably end up running around the house with dinosaur helmet over his eyes while screaming, “My girl is so beautiful I can’t take it anymore!”


You would be prancing around the living room rearranging the books on your shelf and he would pretend he doesn’t notice how enticing your bare legs looked as they swayed back and forth among the silky fabric of his shirt. Nevertheless, he would still have a sly, cocky smile on his lips as he continues to write some lyrics for his group’s new album. When you question why he is so silent, he would respond with, “Ah I just got inspired to write some sensual lyrics for our ballad coming up … but I’m thinking it might be banned from broadcast. What can I say? I’m having some really inappropriate thoughts when I see you in my shirt.”

That nightmare scene was NOT okay!

I mean first Mikey gets impaled and Raph has to witness the same thing that he saw happen to his daddy happen to his baby brother.

And those sound effects were just cruel. 

Then Raph gets thrown from the cliff, and we hear him yell after the blast of dark magic so we can assume he died when his head hit a rock.

Then Donnie gets levitated and… why? Why is Donnie always getting killed in midair? 

And what’s really disturbing is we know he gets killed in midair because normally when the turtles fall and hit stuff on the way down, they grunt. Donnie was completely silent because he was already dead. We basically watched his dead body fall to the ground and hit rocks on the way down.

And poor Leo when he realized all his brothers were gone…

And there’s Raph’s head on a rock… like I said, probably what killed him.

They probably showed us Donnie’s broken bo staff because after the fall his body would’ve been too broken for the network censors’ liking. 

As much of a bummer as this scene is though, can we just appreciate Seth Green for a moment? 

His sobbing here is so… I have no words. He’s done such a wonderful job in conveying a wide range of emotions in Leo.

Beautiful acting aside, this was NOT okay! What ever happened to the days when we had episodes like “Fungus Humungous,” and Leo’s biggest nightmare was his brothers being like, “You let us down, Leo! It’s your fault!”
Now Leo’s having evil wizard-induced nightmares about his brothers dying in front of him… it’s not okay.

But man I love this show. 

poems for the signs

The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins,
and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse
Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, 
wailing like a lonesome wolf.
You are a force to be reckoned with,
with your tempting, but destructive beauty.
You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself,
with just one single glance.
You, my dear, are built out of gold,
one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life.
Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”

You have flowers blooming through your soul,
even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you.
You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun,
with your silent radiance.
People are memorized by the power behind your voice,
as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips.
You are nature itself, grounded and tough,
but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you.
You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds,
with your undying love.
For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”

You are the unusual, the chameleon soul,
changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness,
that is as wide as the ocean.
Your eyes are like stained glass windows,
holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold.
You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress,
the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers.
Your deception is playful and freeing,
for you are a sharp-tongued lover.
Darling, you are a safe haven, a home,
and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours,
will be changed forever.”

You are the nurturer at heart, 
the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks.
Your soul is bathed in moonlight,
while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones.
The blue-dark belongs solely to you,
and your soft hands part the dark,
letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you.
With beauty as dangerous as a knife,
and love like a double-edged blade,
You are the moon, the keeper of night.”

You are the vibrant goddess of the day, 
with skin as gold as the sun, 
bringing hope to the sunrise. 
Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart,
with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire.
You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty,
which is to be admired throughout your life.
There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly,
you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. 
You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes,
and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes,
will soon turn to gems.”

You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought.
Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing,
to be handled with love and care. 
But deep in that pure soul of yours,
lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty.
The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm,
for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human.
You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance,
for you are as lovely and ethical,
as  a faery song.”

For you are a bed of roses, 
with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks.
Sometimes you are as bright as the day,
Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night,
you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move.
You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are,
warm and starry eyed,
for you truly are the child of Venus.
You love with the strength of a storm,
but with the kindness of a child.
Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”

Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky,
with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. 
You are the body electric, the midnight dancer,
with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. 
You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth,
with a smile that crafts magic.
So many layers and colors you hide, 
contained in your electric heart.
You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones,
for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”

You laugh and smile in sunbeams,
for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night.
Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love,
but the untamed dark lingers through your soul.
You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer,
but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean.
You are so in touch with the earth all around you,
for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair.
You are a warrior, a light, a fire.”


You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. 
Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams,
a softness remains.
Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique,
everyone wants a part of you.
tease, touch and dark,
love is something special, and you treat it like gold.
There are sparkles in your doe eyes,
and your touch entrances people,
with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”

You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars,
the brightest stars from all the heavens.
Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis,
and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity.
Your heart bleeds in water colors, 
for you are the ocean itself,
keeper of the lively tides.
The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies,
for you are fully made of star dust.”

You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky.
Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love,
for you are a sweetheart, a seductress.
Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another,
for you find beauty in the broken. 
Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in,
for you, yourself are the unknown.
Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go,
for you a wanderess of the night.” 

dremoranightmares  asked:

unfortunately i cannot seem to grok the intrinsic essence of the "oh, worm?" meme.... like. i sort of understand, but not like, how/when/where you use it? what sort of situation evokes a response of "oh, worm?"

No worries! Understanding “oh, worm?” can be difficult because it doesn’t have one exact meaning.

So “oh, worm?” is a modification of the phrase “oh, word”, in which case “word” can convey a sense of approval, acknowledgement, or agreement. We see that “oh, worm?” retains a meaning in this vein in this expanding brain meme, which compares the phrase to others like “I can relate” and “same”.

However, the phrase “oh, worm?” has generalised to mean a wide range of vague and ambiguous thoughts and emotions. As this post states, the phrase “express[es] every possible human emotion”.

There have been examples of usage in which “oh, worm?” conveys a sense of “oh, really?” along with perhaps a sense of unease or discomfort. (For example, have a look at this meme.) Or perhaps it is something one says when they have created a distance between themselves and everyone else around them through irony and sarcasm, and are thus unable to convey genuine emotion, relying only on memes to hint at their true feelings. 

Perhaps, “oh, worm?” means nothing and everything at the same time.

Perhaps, “oh, worm?” is the modern condition.

Shigezane’s Tweets [1/5]

Shigezane: I’ll be on Twitter for 5 days, starting today! If you send me a message, I might answer you!

Shigezane: Taiyaki has to be filled with fine red bean paste! I won’t accept coarse bean paste!

Kojuro: What on earth are you muttering… You came to say something important today, didn’t you?

Shigezane: Oh, I nearly forgot! That’s Kojuro for you. Actually, my birthday stories are on sale now. If you come and celebrate with me, I’ll be crying with happiness!

Genya: It’s way too lonely to say that yourself. Ah, the new event starts today. I took a peek, and it looked pretty good~

Shigezane: Genya, thanks for coming all the way here! I heard that Masamune is appearing in the event.

Genya: Oboro wouldn’t leave me alone about it. Ah, I heard it’s your birthday. I’ll just say it now. Congratulations. Well, I’m going back to my mission~

Shigezane: Hey, aren’t you a little too early? You’ll celebrate for me on the actual day too, right…?

Shigezane: Actually, now I’m getting interested in the event… H-hey, Kojuro, why do you look like you’re about to cry?!

Kojuro: ……I’m not crying. But everyone should read this. It’s very moving.

Nobunaga: You disappearing… That’s what I fear the most.

Shigezane: What is this… Isn’t this too heartrending?! Ugh, I didn’t intend to cry over this! At this rate, I won’t be able to make fun of Kojuro…

Inuchiyo: I’m with you, so it’s all right.

Shigezane: So cool~! …I’m a man, but my heart skipped a beat.

Go tweet stuff at Shigezane!

our tendency to do something despite knowing the outcome (like building a house of cards with your friends just knowing that one of those idiots is going to blow it down) and not even being that surprised at the result like honestly??? i knew at some point that book was going to fall of the pile after i put it there it was just a matter of time. what do you mean move the book before it falls or put it in a position where it wont tip over? what kind of organised human being does that???????

so now imagine your standard multi-species deep-space exploration voyage. humans were the last species to join the federation, and not much is generally known about them. there are countless studies documenting their weird tendency to pack bond and attempt to socialise with nearly every lifeform; some you have witnessed first hand, like your human Darren trying to communicate with a sylophod, a nasty, potent little ball of coarse fur with a bite that could stun even the largest of earth’s land-based mammals by attempting to stroke it while crooning “tribbles….cute blue tribbles in space”, others you have only heard of through transmission chatter and rumour, like the story of a human in an expedition party of 12 different species discorvering sentient life on a new planet and having war declared on the federation in the space of a few cronents. the studies detailing the humans wide emotional and psychological ranges always fascinate you the most, despite the engaging reports of their social aspects, you’ve always found the individual experiences more interesting. especially the ones about odd behaviours.

such as humans repeating actions with the same consequences. objects in the mess hall tend to fall over quite frequently due to their proximity to the Garln’s sleeping quarters, so every other lifeform knows that anything precariously placed will certainly not stay that way–except for the humans on the crew–it appears they are the only ones ignorant of this. you observed human Darren rush into the mess hall once, a large stack of papers in his arms, and hurriedly place them onto the corner of the nearest table, and despite picking several pieces from the floor and slapping them back on top of the pile, he did not move the stack as he began logging data. over the course of five cronents, the vibrations from the sleeping quarters began shuffling the papers closer and closer to the edge of the table until half the stack slid to the floor–the human Darren simply picked the papers back up and continued logging–several times. any other species would have moved the stack away from the edge of the table, rather than continuously have their work interrupted.

other times you have witnessed the humans performing tasks that are…extremely absurd, and yet they know the outcome. once you walked onto the communications deck to find the human Elizabeth constructing a triangular configuration out of thin segments of paper, stacking them impossibly higher and wider whilst the humans Darren and Alex watched on, both quietly uttering in their earth tongue of english “stay….staaaaay…” and proceeding to cheer when human Elizabeth was successful. human Elizabeth then stood and, without noticing her own actions, placed an appendage the humans refer to as a ‘hand’ too close to the construction, destroying the entire thing. none of the three humans appeared to be upset by this; it was as if human Elizabeth had scattered segments of paper across the floor. when you approach her some time later and ask her about why none of them had been upset by the destruction of her creation she replied “it was always going to fall over, but i like to make a house of cards every now and then.”

humans do the weirdest shit, even when they know the outcome.

anonymous asked:

19 with Paperhat please?

“I’ve missed this.”

Blackhat glanced up from his newspaper to look at Dr.Flug, who was standing by the kitchen stove, stirring a pot of pasta.

“You’ve missed cooking?” Blackhat asked. Flug snorted and shook his head.

“No! I’ve missed it being just you and me having dinner and getting a chance to talk, sir” Flug said while giggling. “I’ve missed us spending time together.”

“We spend time together everyday, why is this different?”

“‘Cause it’s just us, Blackhat! No Dementia and no 5.0.5 since she decided to take him along on her date with her new girlfriend.” Flug took the pot off the burner and grabbed two plates from the cupboard. As Flug laid everything out on the table Blackhat set the paper down and really looked at his scientist.

“So you’re saying that you’re glad to have me all to yourself?” The mischievous grin inching it’s way across the eldritch’s face made Flug snicker.

“Yes, that exactly what I’m trying to say,” the doctor stated jovially as he pulled out the chair opposite of his boss. “‘Cause that mean I can do this.” And with that, Blackhat’s breath hitched as Flug removed his bag and goggles. Deep green eyes pinned him down from across the table, and a sharp toothed smile flashed.

Without a sound, Blackhat stood up and moved around the table to kneel by Flug’s side. No matter how many time he’d seen the man without his bag, he was still awe-struck by his beauty every single time.

Blackhat reached up to run his thumb along the burn scars covering the left half of Flug’s face; then through soft and curly, chestnut colored hair. The doctor covered Blackhat’s grey hand with his own when it returned to his cheek.

“Do you see why I miss this?” Flug whispered.

“Definitely,” Blackhat mumbled. Then suddenly, the eldritch was snapped out of his reverie and he stood quickly, pulling his hand away as if it had been burned. His cheeks began to darken as Flug beamed up at him with a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

“Let’s just eat,” Blackhat grumbled, and then stormed back this his side of the table and sat down with a huff.

The two ate in relative silence, pausing only to glance up at each other from across the table. Flug seemed to always be smiling, his eyes crinkled into half moons, whenever Blackhat looked at him, and Black hat always seemed to turn a darker shade of grey everytime Flug looked at him.

Once they finished, Flug cleared the dishes away and went to wash them. Blackhat volunteered to help dry, but Flug said he could handle it. When he was done, the doctor returned to the table and leaned on it.

“Do you want put a movie in?” Flug asked. Blackhat looked like he wanted to say no for a second, but then he sighed and rolled his eye.

“Why not, at least we can pick something decent without Dementia around,” he said. Flug grinned evilly. “WE ARE NOT WATCHING THE IRON GIANT AGAIN!”

In the mansions large living room, under a maroon blanket, Flug burst into quiet tears as the iron giant bent down and said,

“You stay, I go. No following.” Then Hogarth’s quiet ‘i love you,’ made the doctor’s heart clench. He turned to Blackhat, who was obviously trying to hide his own emotional conflict, and threw his arms around him to press his face into the eldritch’s chest. Blackhat stiffened, but then quietly put his arm around Flug, and patted his back gently.

As the movie credits rolled, Flug cuddled into Blackhat’s side and said,

“You know that since we’re dating, Blackhat, there’s really no reason to hide your emotions when no one else is around.”

“Flug…” Blackhat said warily..

“No really, sir. You don’t need to act cold around me when we’re not on camera, and nobody’s around.” Flug shifted to stare Blackhat down.

“Flug…You know I’m not good at expressing human emotion, right?” Blackhat slumped in his seat, and pulled back his arm that was around Flug so he could cross both of them in front of his chest. “You remember when I first started liking you, I thought I’d become sick with some virus or another because the feeling was foreign to me?” Dr. Flug nodded. “Well, I’m still learning how to express my emotions, and I get flustered or overwhelmed by them sometimes. You humans… you’re used to wide ranges of emotions, but I’m still trying to figure out why sorrow can be expressed in 50 different ways! All that said I also… well…” Blackhat grimaced, sighed, rubbed at his arm, and then looked Flug in the eye.

“I don’t want to express the wrong emotion at a time when we are under public eye, and then for someone to realize how much you mean to me and use that to their advantage. I don’t want you to end up hurt because a fellow villain decides to use you to get to me.” Blackhat gazed at the now dark T.V. screen. “And so I need to learn to control my emotions before I learn to express them, or I might end up doing something stupid.”

The feeling of chapped lips against his cheek startled Blackhat out of his brooding thoughts. He turned to find Flug smiling fondly at him, his eyes filled with love.

“When you put it that way, it make a lot more sense,” he said softly. Flug reached out to cradle Blackhat’s cheek. “We’ll work on it together then, okay? If you need help, I’m right here.” Something in Blackhat’s chest squeezed.

“I’d appreciate that, Flug.”

“And that’s all I could ask for.” As they sat, curled up on the couch in the dark, 4 words escaped into the night before they both fell asleep.

“I’ve missed this, too.”

Here come that good fluff cause apparently that what I feel like writing! I hope this is to your liking anon, and this was good for me to write! Thank you for the request!

anonymous asked:

Top 5 Favourite Haikyuu seiyuus?

There are so many to choose from rip!!!

1. Kimura Ryouhei as Bokuto Koutarou. Yes, of course, always. His voice adds so much to an already wonderful character, and it fits him just perfectly. No one would ever do the iconic HEY HEY HEY the same way he does. If you ever saw him live, it’s incredible to see how much fun he has performing him…it just melts my heart <3

Originally posted by sarapyon

(A BABY!!!!)

2. Uchiyama Kouki as Tsukishima Kei. A voice I could recognize EVERYWHERE. His interpretation is so iconic that no matter in how many other anime I’ll meet him (basically in every single one of them), he will always be Tsukki’s voice to me. 

Originally posted by angelotaku


3. Okamoto Nobuhiko as Nishinoya Yuu. I ADORE HIM. Nishinoya is a character with a wide range of emotions and he’s perfect in every single one of them. Happy Noya, angry Noya, excited Noya, sad Noya…I guess if Noya is so special to me I have to thank him too. Never forget the iconic “JUST CALL FOR THE TOSS AGAIN, ACE!!”

Originally posted by angelotaku

(he’s beautiufl too just kill me already)

4. Irino Miyu as Sugawara Koushi. His voice is so perfect and calming, I love it especially when he delivers that snaky tone that’s so Suga. Simply, it brings joy to my heart every time I hear it.

Originally posted by sarapyon

5. Nakamura Yuuichi as Kuroo Tetsurou. His voice…does…things…to me…it’s like…a curse…running…from character…to character…RIP

Originally posted by hazukashi-yui

- Bonus: an honorable mention of course goes to Murase Ayumu for bringing Hinata to life, because his voice is exactly how Haikyuu sounds like in our hearts.

Originally posted by angelotaku

(the kagehina curse strikes again I see) 

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anonymous asked:

I love how victor goes from OH SHIT (┛ˋДˊ)┛ to OH SHIT (๑º ロ º๑) so quickly.

He has a wide range of emotions!

Original #12: Do You Believe In Clairvoyants?

Length: Medium

As described in a previous story, I serve as my campus’ midnight listener. During the day, I’m a student. But during the hours of midnight and 2AM, I head up to my office – an old storage room, where I provide listening services for students who need to express themselves anonymously without fear of being judged or ridiculed. A thick, black curtain separates myself and the students, providing maximum privacy.

Up til now, I’ve heard stories that intrigued, disgusted, and impressed me. But none had actually changed my life. At least, not until I met Carla.

It was 2.30AM, and I was finishing up yet another midnight listener session. I was knackered from listening to an hour’s worth of relationship laments, and was looking forward to retiring to my room in preparation for my midterms the next afternoon. So you could imagine my annoyance when I heard the door squeak open.

“Sorry, I’m done for the day. Come back tomorrow, please,” I said.

“Please. I need to – I need to talk to someone. If I don’t, I think I might go mad.” A female’s voice rang out.

Now, this wasn’t the first time I had students approach me after my specified listening hours. However, I’ve almost always turned them away. But there was something different about this voice that made me pause. Unlike that of most other students, this voice was laced with a tinge of desperation that I simply could not ignore.

“Okay. Okay but let’s keep this short, please. We can continue tomorrow night if you want,” I sighed inwardly and settled back down onto my chair.

“Thank you.” There was a shuffle of footsteps, and then a slight creak as the student sat down across the curtain.

“How may I address you? You can use a fake name if you want,” I asked.

A moment’s silence, and then: “Carla. It was my cat’s name.”

“Okay, Carla. Whenever you’re ready.”

“I… I’ve been having nightmares lately. Really bad ones. I wake me up in the middle of the night, screaming, and I can’t go back to sleep. I know my roommate thinks I’m going crazy. She doesn’t want to talk to me anymore, doesn’t want to look at me anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, have you tried speaking to her?”

Carla sighed loudly in irritation. “No. Look, I don’t want to talk about her. I want to talk about my nightmares. It’s always of the same thing. The same damn thing.”

“What is it about?”

“A fire. A big fire and I’m always in it. Sometimes the nightmare begins when the fire first starts, but sometimes it just starts in the middle. I’m in the middle of the fire, it’s so hot, everything is burning and everyone is screaming. It’s foggy and I can’t see anything clearly.” As Carla described her nightmare, her voice began to grow shrill in panic.

“Just shapes, running around! Screaming and crying. There’s always books on the ground, going up in flames. Books, falling off their shelves and catching fire! And I’m running around, trying to escape but there’s no way out. There never is!”

Carla paused and I could hear her breathing heavily. It was during this brief respite that I realised that I too, had been hooked up emotionally into her story. I was sitting, quite literally, at the edge of my seat, and was leaning forward in anticipation. I opened my mouth to speak, when Carla continued.

“The air is thick and hot. I can’t breathe, I’m suffocating. Everyone around me is falling to the ground. The flames are getting bigger and bigger! I try to crawl for the exit, but I can never reach it.”

“And then what happens?” I croaked out.

“I wake up. I always wake up as soon as I pass out in the dream. I wake up, and I’m screaming and I’m crying and I’m sweating and thrashing. It takes me ages to calm down and I can never go back to sleep,” Carla’s voice broke in mid-sentence.

For the first time in many sessions, I was at a loss for words. I had so many questions in my mind. Eventually I spluttered out a question.

“You said there were books in your dream?” Yes, a weird question, I know. But it was bugging me.

“It’s always in the library. The fire. It starts there.”

“I see. Well – since these dreams are getting in the way of your sleep, have you tried taking sleeping pills?”

“No pill can help me,” Carla laughed darkly and snarled. “Do you want to know why?”

I winced involuntarily in my seat. Up until this point, Carla had displayed a wide range of emotions. She had gone from desperate and pleading, to panicky and shrill. Now, she exuded a sense of cockiness and cynicism. I couldn’t get a handle on her at all.

“Sure. Why?”

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I love how all the characters on Andi Mack have a lot of depth. A lot of times with kids shows there is a key “smart” character and “clueless” character and either “sassy” or “troublemaker” character. But all the kids on this show have a lot of layers and show a wide range of emotions. It’s just really nice to see kids being portrayed realistically.


Dominant functions get plenty of praise, as the most this or that. But when they shine best, in my opinion, is when they’re not excessive and are well-rounded. They’ve been called the ‘Hero’ functions as they can very much resemble super powers. Yet again, in my opinion, they’re the most epic when they lead fearlessly and honorably, taking more with them than just their own cravings and impulses.

So here’s what I appreciate about all the dominant functions when they are acting in healthy integration and moderation.

Dominant Se in ESPs
Life is right here, right now, and you don’t let it pass you by and get away. You’re bold and brave and waste little to no time in getting down to matters. You readily adapt to circumstances or even use them to your advantage. Or you demolish what stands in the way. You can also be fiercely protective of those who are weaker than you in this sense and help create a path for them. And for someone who’s so in touch with what’s going on, it’s admirable that you still do your own thing. You may be trendy, or be setting the trend.

Dominant Si in ISJs
What’s the name of that? What was the date? You’re a walking encyclopedia when it comes to your interests and what you care about. And when the past seems unreal and one has to wonder whether things happened or not, you can tell the facts and keep us from losing our minds. You’re a stabilizer on many levels and often the much-needed anchor. Duty and commitment don’t frighten you as much as it does others and that keeps us afloat.

Dominant Ne in ENPs
Ever expanding and elaborating on concepts, possibilities take shape and inform us of what could be. You are breadth instead of depth, and that can keep us alive when we’re running out of air. You are enterprising and defiant toward limiting beliefs that keep from growing and can break out of your own, setting the example for others. And while some of us aren’t fans of arguing (or even conversing) every day, when you’re serious (or at least considerate) enough, you can be an exceptionally brilliant orator.

Dominant Ni in INJs
You are the calm amidst the storm. Little can phase you when you’re familiar with the archetypes contained within given circumstances. As you see it, some things may change and some will remain the same. And you give time, time. You are depth instead of breadth, and that can take us to the root of the issues that torment us and liberate us from them. You easily look further, which, when done wisely, can be both relieving and inspiring.

Dominant Te in ETJs
Got something to build? “The world will knock you down plenty, you don’t need to be doing it yourself.” You’re confident and motivational as few projects can intimidate you. There are always ways to deal with tasks, even when they are many and are challenging, and you are well aware of this. You rarely back down when you must get through it, even when things are hard. And why sabotage yourself or let others sabotage you? Seriously, why? If you’re working toward improvement, there’s no good reason - so you keep going.

Dominant Ti in ITPs
Got something to dismantle? You’re the person to pick things apart and be critical with. That which is highly respected and accepted despite having major flaws and holes stands no chance against you if you know how to prioritize and make your dissection ultimately beneficial. When you’re not cynical or rebelling destructively for no good reason, you can thoroughly examine what is and isn’t working and find solutions that truly address problems at their core.

Dominant Fe in EFJs
No smothering people, but being there for them and offering help even when they try to act like they don’t need it. Sometimes it takes someone like you to remind some of us that we’re not always meant to be isolated or divided (just please don’t ask me to hug my enemies) and could help each other, or at least spend some worthwhile moments together. I don’t know how you can keep extending yourself for others (well, I do, but whoa), but some of us really needed someone who’d go the extra mile for us.

Dominant Fi in IFPs
You’re a treasure trove few get to see, holding dear all that is of meaningful significance to you. Still, you constantly evaluate and reevaluate, digging deeper and polishing what is within you for a purer sense of self and of what’s important to uphold. You’re no stranger to a wide range of emotions (although they don’t frequently come to the surface) and can comprehend others on very personal levels, if not only let them be.