#【 isms | heart of the abyss. 】

[frozenambiguity]

And what if I tell you that this is precisely how I envision prince / king / leader of Khaenri'ah Kaeya... ( source )

#{{ he is beauty; he is grace. he is mystery incarnate with a pretty face }} #{{ the eye scar is missing but --- imagine it there www }} #{{ prince kaeya who accepts and ascends to the Khaenri'ahn throne after the abyss order is defeated; I am your number one fan }} #{{ because I still believe that the abyss order is just another faction within Khaenri'ah; and not representative of its entire people. }} #{{ and in my canon I still have some hope for kaeya's biological father's truest intentions too. }} #{{ though I am still very interested in what role Kaeya will play in the abyss' plans }} #{{ only time will tell }} #【 isms | heart of the abyss. 】 #【 let me tell you a story | thoughts to be shared. 】

[soulconductor]

tag dump lmao.

#` carve your name on hearts‚ not tombstones. ( ch ) #` a legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you. ( ch ) #` ryou for your thoughts? ( prompts ) #` we are but dust and shadows. ( isms ) #` what does the abyss see when it looks at you? ( study ) #` dear amane. ( asks ) #` knock knock i'm in your walls. ( ooc ) #` 001 / whom virtue unites‚ death cannot separate. ( ic ) #` iv. the chariot. ( seto ) #` x. wheel of fortune. ( jonouchi ) #` xvii. the star. ( yugi ) #` xviii. the moon. ( malik ) #` xv. the devil. ( rat king renter ) #`

[lovendrins]

tag dump   (  senhime   )   !

.•  ♡ ┊     ›     senhime   ⸻   study 01 :   visage. .•  ♡ ┊     ›     senhime   ⸻   study 02 :   bodyclaim. .•  ♡ ┊     ›     senhime   ⸻   study 03 :   faceclaim. .•  ♡ ┊     ›     senhime   ⸻   study 04 :   aesthetics. .•  ♡ ┊     ›     senhime   ⸻   study 05 :   isms & mindset. .•  ♡ ┊     ›     senhime   ⸻   study 06 :   worldbuilding.

.•  ♡ ┊     ›     senhime   ⸻   verse ∞ :   the song of the tides. .•  ♡ ┊     ›     senhime   ⸻   verse 01 :   lightless depths of the seas. .•  ♡ ┊     ›     senhime   ⸻   verse 02 :   frozen hearts and frozen abysses.

#.• ♡ ┊ › senhime ⸻ study 01 : visage. #.• ♡ ┊ › senhime ⸻ study 02 : bodyclaim. #.• ♡ ┊ › senhime ⸻ study 03 : faceclaim. #.• ♡ ┊ › senhime ⸻ study 04 : aesthetics. #.• ♡ ┊ › senhime ⸻ study 05 : isms & mindset. #.• ♡ ┊ › senhime ⸻ study 06 : worldbuilding. #.• ♡ ┊ › senhime ⸻ verse ∞ : the song of the tides. #.• ♡ ┊ › senhime ⸻ verse 01 : lightless depths of the seas. #.• ♡ ┊ › senhime ⸻ verse 02 : frozen hearts and frozen abysses.

[fictionrevealed]

tag dump! basic info tags & verses shit.

in character. –– & on your back; you carry the moon. 

out of character. –– ah shit; here we go again.

Verses.

001: killing game. ––  i reject you! i reject danganronpa!

002: talent development plan. –– take these wings & learn to fly.

003: virtual reality. ––  sounds of laughter & shades of life ring through our open ears.

004: my hero academia. –– gaze into the abyss to discern the truth.

005: pregame. –– i won’t hesitate to smile while you suffocate & die.

006: persona. –– break down your fortress heart.

007: welcome to night vale. –– what shifts beneath these sands?

Ic shit.

introspection. –– the darkness dwells in these academy walls.

isms. –– every nuance is but a frame in everyone’s story.

aesthetic. –– the truth shall emerge from your rusted jaw.

wardrobe. –– a good detective always suits up for success.

#in character. –– & on your back; you carry the moon. #out of character. –– ah shit; here we go again. #001: killing game. –– i reject you! i reject danganronpa! #002: talent development plan. –– take these wings & learn to fly. #003: virtual reality. –– sounds of laughter & shades of life ring through our open ears. #004: my hero academia. –– gaze into the abyss to discern the truth. #005: pregame. –– i won’t hesitate to smile while you suffocate & die. #006: persona. –– break down your fortress heart. #007: welcome to night vale. –– what shifts beneath these sands? #introspection. –– the darkness dwells in these academy walls. #isms. –– every nuance is but a frame in everyone’s story. #aesthetic. –– the truth shall emerge from your rusted jaw. #wardrobe. –– a good detective always suits up for success.

[deathinfused]

tag drop.

#ooc. tag drop. #prompts. #verse. a vulture touched by death that the void calls home. #desires. eat me up; want me down to the marrow. #keepsakes. cherished treasures hidden within the abyss. #study. wedded to that darkly thing that breathes inside of me. #memes. #isms. give me blood and rage and a heart for horror. #replies. hear the raven's cry. #visage. the vulture gazes upon your soul.

[amaserta]

tag drop 3

#♡ • PROMOTION. & — to live with an unreasonable passion for things. #♡ • MEME. & — throw roses in the abyss. #♡ • RP CANON. & — i am free and that is why i am lost. #♡ • VISAGE. & — i pronounce my heart an open wound that disobeys. #♡ • ISMS. & — these are the days that must happen to you. #♡ • ESALIURAM (STING). & — from which stars have we fallen to meet each other here? #♡ • VERSE: ROYAL FANTASY. & — the heart remembers its home. #♡ • CORALIE & MEREDY. & — your steady hand in mine. #♡ • JELLAL F. & — i name any star in the sky and you call it home.

[dasrupesh]

Empty Words

Actually it should not be the matter of concern for all and none that why are we travelling from A to B ? Invisible tree hidden inside the seed potential to be visible one day. Whatever visible and invisible,whatever known and unknown is the manifestation of the Invisible dark energy.Much young to focus and too old to see. It's like a Rubik's cube extremely difficult to put together. Shattered mirror reflects splits in gathering. It is the play of the dice of the miraculous as wise man preaches. Is it just for pleasure and pain, wealth and fame , rule and dominion and to penetrate the nature of things that surrounds us ? The purpose is the purpose of purpose itself and the paradoxical reflections of pure subjectivity and objective analysis.Needless to say , justice for all must be done and should be endeavored for each and every entity with equity and without any prejudice when it's time to face to face with the faceless and formless.That's the way of existence as the answer one shan't conclude.

When you unmask the masks of stained hearted bunch of pimps , Satan in disguise with sweet verses ,the conditioning of mind and societal interference of many layers from different angles prevails. Showing off who is who in the land of morning star and in the wild Garden as the fourth dimension functions equivocally .For sure one day Sun will not rise , moon will not spread her soothing coolness,galaxies won't rotate,will you still dig for gold ,write your name in sand of time, make your statue,cling to sensation and sensual pleasures ? Yes, just for one day. One can't run, disappear or separated from the whole ,can only hide as suspended animation like the wave can't be separated from ocean. Back off to childish innocence ,wondering heart, aplaustic laughter ,pure and virgin again. Go and catch the Royal Purple Butterfly,watch the blossomed flower,listen the chirps of birds and smell the fragrance of rose in the Garden of Eden where rose is more powerful than the rock because of intensity of life in it as both are in process of constant flux of life because Earth is a Living entity so is the Universe. Dettatch the attatched ones from the dark abyss and devil to commendate our soul with divine aura,cool breeze. War with dark side never ends because it started since the space and time began. It's simple as that. Law of Divine puts imperial and layman in the same level as always since the time immemorial. Sad but true , ego never learns as dead eyes don't see. Put it this way, we are heading the other way around because we are going nowhere and know nothing ,simply groping in the dark. The middle path, a balanced rope walk between the dualities is the one of the way to regain sanity.

Life is ours we live it our way.Too Late Too Late , it should have been done before beginning and now we don't know back to the future. Back off your puppet arsenals of robots and nukes and put aside your artificial intelligence. Peep through the hole of heart not thru the lens of limited mind.Mind cannot comprehend the incomprehensible.That's the reason why On the Thirteenth day when the clock twicks Twelve , leave the space and time, lavitate out to Neverland ,parallel Inverse just to fall in love with life again and take it back what you left from Alpha to the Omega. Either you surrender to monad or rebel the manifestation of the unmanifested , you gotta choice .As we all know Life is full of choices. Solace in remembered as nobody in the world populated full of somebodies.Freedom from all Oracles, bondages, verses and isms .Solace in remembered as nobody.Anyway , feels like forever.

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[aowski]

De-Spiritualization

American Indian Activist Russell Means gave a speech in July 1980 at the Black Hills International Survival Gathering. He spoke from the perspective of his people, the Oglala Lakota, who lived in North America long before the Europeans came. He warns people, specifically his people, to beware of the Marxist alternative to Capitalism, because at the end of the day, both “ism’s” are materialist at their core. Both philosophies see the world as labor, material, and a means of production. Both philosophies use human beings to transform the natural world into products for gain, whether for personal profit or a collective progress. In either philosophy, human beings and the natural world are expendable.

There is an underlying pathology of Western thought that Russell illuminates to get at the root of these materialist philosophies:  De-Spiritualization.

Newton, for example, “revolutionized” physics and the so-called natural sciences by reducing the physical universe to a linear mathematical equation. Descartes did the same thing with culture. John Locke did it with politics, and Adam Smith did it with economics. Each one of these “thinkers” took a piece of the spirituality of human existence and converted it into code, an abstraction. They picked up where Christianity ended: they “secularized” Christian religion, as the “scholars” like to say–and in doing so they made Europe more able and ready to act as an expansionist culture. Each of these intellectual revolutions served to abstract the European mentality even further, to remove the wonderful complexity and spirituality from the universe and replace it with a logical sequence: one, two, three. Answer!

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The European materialist tradition of despiritualizing the universe is very similar to the mental process which goes into dehumanizing another person. And who seems most expert at dehumanizing other people? And why? Soldiers who have seen a lot of combat learn to do this to the enemy before going back into combat. Murderers do it before going out to commit murder. Nazi SS guards did it to concentration camp inmates. Cops do it. Corporation leaders do it to the workers they send into uranium mines and steel mills. 

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In terms of the despiritualization of the universe, the mental process works so that it becomes virtuous to destroy the planet. Terms like progress and development are used as cover words here, the way victory and freedom are used to justify butchery in the dehumanization process.

— Russell Means

Despiritualization is not secularization.  Secularization is a “disassociation or separation from religious or spiritual concerns” (Oxford Languages). One can have a relatively secular worldview and still maintain a sense of reverence, a sense of the sacred regarding the natural world and human life.  Despiritualization is the loss of a that sense. 

In both indigenous and Judeo-Christian traditions, creation flowed from the Spirit. The Torah opens with the story of creation: 

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. (Genesis 1:1)

In the Scriptures, the presence of the Spirit is symbolized by a dove. In Genesis  we first see that dove hovering over a formless Earth. It is as if the Spirit paused for a time, in awe of the life that was about to begin and grow upon the Earth. Eons later, human beings’ materialistic mindset and relentless drive for gain laid waste to Earth. We have desecrated the planet. It is as if we shot the dove, the Spirit of God, and watched as her wounded body fell into the sea. 

As Means points out, despiritualization also leads to dehumanization. Once you lose the sense of the sacred towards human beings, anything is possible. Human beings then become expendable fodder in the service of other goals: land acquisition, mineral rights, political power, or just more “breathing room”. 

In modern times, economics prioritized the agenda. The value of human beings,  their laboring ability, was determined by the market:

The Value or Worth of a man is, as of all other things, his Price. —Thomas Hobbes

This materialist, mercantile view of human beings gave rise to slavery. De-spiritualization cleaved the sacred from the human, leaving only economic value. Greed, combined with the European (White) sense of superiority, and the moral cover given by Papal decrees supporting a “Doctrine of Discovery”, resulted in chattel slavery.

Unfortunately, despiritualization led to things even worse than slavery. In the 20th century, dehumanization was used as a pragmatic (utilitarian) political tactic to create a common enemy. It leverages the existing resentments. During the Holocaust, it focused the anti-Semitism that existed across Europe at the time. It then progressed to policy (apartheid, revoking citizenship, rendering people stateless), and finally, according to Hannah Arendt, to “eradicate the [very] concept of the human being”. She goes on to say that once the concept of the human is lost, dehumanization can proceed apace to an industrial scale, so that during the Holocaust, “factories [were built simply] to produce corpses”.

In the case of the Holocaust, the usual and relatively slow stages of destruction (mining, industry, pollution, war, incarceration, and oppression) were skipped to get to the final goal of complete annihilation of a people. But as Russel Means points out, we too are presently struggling to survive against “the very industrial process which is destroying us all”. Carbon pollution, deforestation, and agribusiness are straining the eco-systems upon which we depend. 

It looks as though we are slipping on a banana peel on our way into the abyss. But there is another path: 

“There is another way. There is the traditional Lakota way and the ways of the American Indian peoples. It is the way that knows that humans do not have the right to degrade Mother Earth”. — Russell Means

At the margins of Christianity, saints and mystics recovered a sacred regard for creation: 

“Praise be to you, my Lord, through our Sister, Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, and who produces various fruit with coloured flowers and herbs”. —St. Francis of Assisi

The answer to despiritualization is re-spiritualization. We must slow down and look. And not just look, but behold. We need to see again with awe and wonder.

Behold the beauty of creation. 

Behold the Earth, a blue marble in space. 

Behold the water of life on the Earth’s surface. 

Behold the thin blue haze that gives us the breath of life.. 

Behold the auroras that remind us of Earth’s invisible shield. 

Behold the pyramid of life atop which we sit and which we depend. 

It is the balance of cosmic forces that allowed life to be conceived on this planet. It is also the balance of natural forces on Earth, over which we have some control, that allows life to continue. If this balance should be lost, we would pass into oblivion. 

The Scriptures also challenge us towards a sacred regard of human beings.

“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created them; male and female created he them.” (Genesis 1:27)

We are of the Spirit. But we are also of the Earth. Re-spiritualization requires that we remember both, for: 

Salvation lives in memory. —Lyle Enright

The COVID epidemic reminds us that humanity and all living things share this planet together. COVID arose from the very life processes we share with all living things. In sickness and in health, the Earth remains our only source of life. 

We need to rekindle empathy for the Earth which “groans in travail” (Romans 8:22) and for each other to “weep with those who weep” (Romans 12:15). We have to allow ourselves the space to feel empathy. 

We also must stop and behold the sacred human of our brothers and sisters:

“The brilliant Jewish philosopher, Emmanuel Lévinas (1906-1995), said the only thing that really converts people, the ultimate moral imperative, is “the face of the other.” … When we receive and empathize with the face of the other (especially the suffering face), it leads to transformation of our whole being. It creates a moral demand on our heart that is far more compelling than the Ten Commandments. Just giving people commandments on tablets of stone doesn’t change the heart. It may steel the will, but it doesn’t soften the heart like a personal encounter can.”  — Fr Richard Rohr

If we can behold the beauty and fragility of the Earth and the kindred, human face of the other, we are on the path to recovery of what is sacred. Then we might stop killing the planet and each other.

https://www.filmsforaction.org/news/revolution-and-american-indians-marxism-is-as-alien-to-my-culture-as-capitalism/

#russell means #materialist #capitalisim #marxism #spiritual #sacred #human #labor #nature #st francis of assisi #franciscan #spritual #covid #mother earth #empathy #sickness #health #earth day

[fantasyideas1]

DNA creates a utopia of the unity of everything and everyone in the universe.Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Humor is funny pessimism in bright colors of irony and sarcasm, black humor of truth, funny associations of satire, funny awareness and insight of irony, cartoonish thinking, and clown behavior.Laughter is like a Tibetan singing bowl where you manipulate the sound of laughter, like the sound of the bowl, it is your musical instrument of awareness.The clown side of life.In each of us there is a comedian, you just need to realize what is funny in me, chips and an artistic image.Realize your funny self.Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

The sect of greed. 2. And you will know paradise in purity of mind, and love in the heart, paradise of love in the heart 3. Happiness in humility. 4. Extract from your thinking the special philosophical melody of a romantic utopia. 1. To know the universe in the punishment cell of loneliness. 2. Life is a dimension of philosophy, on this planet, which is like an alien ship, around the axis of reincarnation. 3. Because of problems, you do not feel eternity and life. 4. Eternity is the infinite truth after death. 5. The calendar of the cycle of life moves towards the center of death from stupidity. 6. All philias, manias, fetishes, inclinations, isms, are the result of the hedonism of selfish philosophy. 7. Hedonism of illusions of self-deception of egoism devalues ​​literally everything. 8. Unbearably sexy, wildly sexy, heavenly pleasure to look at you, being with you is nirvana, your love is Shambhala, your appearance is immersion in a buzz, I love you right up to the pain in the erection and heart, aggressively excites, endlessly sexy body, you super beautiful goddess, extremely powerful attraction and obsession with your image, the dream of eternity, my love for you is true idealism, only your photograph is in the pendant of the heart. 9. Like the deceased in the earth, man as the seed of eternity, the flowers of truth will sprout, and the roots of the bones of reincarnation to bring us back to the beginning. 10. Wrinkles as a composition of life, waves of emotions, wrinkles like those of a tree as a composition of eternity in reincarnation, frozen waves of feelings. Wrinkles are a picturesque expression of philosophical reasoning.Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Advertising is preservatives and sweeteners. Marketing is about lubricants. 2. 1. Manipulators are musicians. Surfing in which you catch a wave of chaos and anarchy. 2. Creativity is a digital petroglyph. 3. We are a story about ourselves as we want to see ourselves this hypocrisy in relation to ourselves. 4. Loneliness reveals the revelations of reality in emptiness, we warm ourselves and comfort. We know all facets of truth. We see only the truth. We can see better the future without hope. We see reality vigorously without optimism. We experience the whole essence of truth physically. We fall asleep in humility. Meditation in the romance of life. Humility changes our personality. We know the abyss of awareness and life. 5. Children will destroy the past. 3. 1. Ready to whine with excitement, sultry heat through the body with admiration, the soul groans with pleasure, lust growls brutally, it is difficult to breathe with delight, it is inconceivably incredibly beautiful, your beauty is so poetic, fills with the lyrical meaning of life, there is nothing more beautiful than your presence, you are poetic a dream, an aggressive thirst to be with you, you are a sincere, childish desire, you cause an endless rain of sperm and every drop is a hot lustful compliment, proof of admiration. You are a deep insight of love to tears I want you alone. All the libido of the men of this world reaches out to you like plants to the sun, the mistress of all the penises of the world, the queen of male lust, an infinite number of likes like sperm fall on you, your appearance is an epic landscape of romance, your beauty is priceless, it dominates my consciousness, the subconscious keeps eternal love for you in a romantic poem of retro nostalgia of the golden age in which I saw you. The best life in eternity is living with you. Every detail of your body is epically prosaic, in your eyes is a lyric poem of love, my love is eternal and endlessly like an echo of love piercing future lives, subconsciously I dream of you all my life, I love you truly and endlessly. I keep your image in my heart forever. The heart cries and groans when you are not around. 2. Love painting of feelings of thoughts in me, emotional storm of love feelings, sensual tremors of love. 1000 percent of the brain consists of thoughts about you, I live with you to be with you, my obsessive eternal prayer, fixation on your image. The extraordinary beauty of the body is mesmerizing. An obsessed dream and priceless value of eternity, hot lust in love, subconscious fidelity, poetic eroticism of feelings, fantasy of romanticism, you are my eternal call of lust, your beauty prolongs spermotoxicosis, my love for you is timeless and eternal, and passion is endless, touches the thinnest strings of potency, libido, lust, passionate lust, goes deep into the subconscious, prehistoric primitive passion, stone age lust, bestial lust of sincere love. So natural and natural, so sincere in instincts, a sublime flight of delight, this is the sex of our passions, my words from the depths of insight, in sensual revelations through the entire nervous system filled with poetic love for you. 3. Orgasmic flight of fantasies, I am a sex slave of your vagina, I am drawn to you more and more, you make me feel like we had sex for a year without pauses with Viagra, aggressively brutal sexually, you are the hottest, you awaken the brutal fire of lust, return and you increase the potency testosterone libido the potency of passionate lust, I want you forever even if the penis stops working, anyway I crave you forever, the growl of my violent passion, too luxurious goddess of penises, shocking sexuality, you are a masterpiece of seduction, the powerful influence of your beauty, dominates in my heart, monstrously corrupts, you are brutal sex, merciless aggressive passion in my heart is devoted to your beauty, shocking sexuality, you are a masterpiece of desire and temptation, mercilessly beautiful, beauty that can lead to a heart attack from delight,

you are a powerful orgasm like a thermonuclear bomb or even worse an orgasm bomb that can explode the universe, the pulsation of love for you lasts forever, the vibrations are nostal A wave of love like an echo pierces eternity, incredibly beautiful, your look and beauty instantly orders the penis to stand up, my inner erection of passion is ready to stand on you for all eternity, rrr how sexy, brutal hunger of lust, unquenchable and eternal like a thirst to drink in the desert.Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

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[wilma-flintstones-mother]

In Memorium of ALL that was lost 17 years ago and Also Intentionally Slotted Here This Evening Most Thoughtfully to Act as Motivational Fuel for the Fires that will Rage from Within the Very Core of the hearts and minds and conscience of the soon-to-be in Revolt citizenry of these United States of America in one Final, bloody, intense and all too necessary Shoot-em-up Stand-Off to the death against the Evil Spectres of World Domination and specifically to thwart and completely overpower them before they are able to initiate the communications, media, finances, military, government shutdown and beginning of an unspeakably brutal, inhumane, uber-violent and nightmarish new era of civil war, revolution, mass execution, starvation and instantaneously unleash mass catastrophic casualties not only to the populace but also to the environment, the animal kingdom in it’s entirety, the planned destruction of entire continents through previously un-imagined and practically instantaneous destruction of the planet’s protective ozone layer, resulting in the immediate genocide of all of Earth’s indigenous carbon-based life, it’s plentiful flora, wide variety of fauna and also contaminate what hadn’t already evaporated upon impact the small remaining amounts of precious life-sustaining water, through their perfected secret mastery of previously undiscovered directed energy weaponry that is some form of combined nuclear energy, microwave technology, anti-gravitational frequencies, pure dark anti-matter (!!!seriously!!!NO SHIT!!!), weather, climate and tectonic plate manipulated modification turned up to astronomically dangerous, unstable and very likely mass extinction level event status catastrophic disasters and result in essentially prematurely creating and ejaculating another end of the world as we know it holocaust to end all previous civilizations falls and final death knells (but this time, intentionally caused by the control-freakish political, financial, industrial and military combined governing lords over mankind itself) all inclusive planetary die-off and single, solitary jumping off and into the bottomless abyss, resulting in a.) spill over into the pan-dimensional multiverse (which WAS previously thought to have been theoretically an absolute impossibility!) into the ninth, tenth and twelfth dimensions, respectively, but simultaneously also extinguishing out every last vestige of life-force on the planet in less than a tenth of a second and managed to obliterate each and every one of us from a dimension of sight, sound and mind directly into a (imminently far, far greater than simply a mere) other dimensional plane, consisting of layer upon layer upon layer (infinitude) of vehemently dangerous couplings of essentially MATTER  and  ANTI-MATTER  coming in and back out of direct contact with one another, frequently, shockingly silently co-mingling into and between and surrounding and even bridging and exchanging protons and atoms and black matter as well as sub-atomic particles and potentially even communications, emotions, entanglements, relationships, births, deaths, momentary sharing and exchanging  one another’s very fundamental opposite identities and dimensional realities and physics, with the identifying forces of one’s positive matter actually momentarily embracing and becoming the other’s negative anti-matter in a unproven but most undeniably sexual and familiarly interpersonal most extremely noticeably peculiar and identifiable fashion of cosmic similitude and the commonly shared consciousness of which we all are, have been or one day will be a consciously living, breathing and existing extension of and only temporarily branched out from, as we and every other pattern of energy and cosmic memory perpetually re-emerge from as brand new energy patterns of a dangerously unstable and eventually formidably destructive and destroying on all levels of all layers of all dimensions and each and every one of the millions of universes, galaxies, solar systems, planets, continents, countries, cities, neighborhoods, square blocks, autonomous buildings and personal dwellings, individual living spaces with identifying names defining what activity or necessity of everyday life is executed within each specified room and it’s functional purpose, personal effects, family heirlooms, furniture, keepsakes, entertainments, elemental nourishment preparatory appliances and implements,unique individual life forms laying in bed, tossing and turning back and forth, unable to achieve sound sleep, the myriad cacophony of inner voices, fleeting thoughts, obsessions, scheduling of things to accomplish the following day, what they were going to wear, weather or not so-and-so was interested in dating them, worrying that their car might break down again and having to shell out another $500 out of their laughably inconsequential savings account, the linear dream state of human beings, as it continues to develop and move forward and shift from reality to reality and from moment to moment, never actually ceasing in it’s eternal clockworks, weather the unconscious host dreamer is currently wide awake and existing, thinking, acting and forgetting all about what they had experienced within it’s hyper-reality surrealism and meditative, curative phantasmagoria just a few hours previously when they were still fully immersed in it’s calm and collected, REM-activated trappings and grasp, and even then, the dream they had suddenly woken up from unexpectedly as their alarm clock went off at 8:30 am sharp and they ever so slowly, lackadaisically began to forget all about the wild, memourable, erotic, funny, exciting, evocative dream they had been enjoying just prior to waking up, in which they even got to hang out and experience many different kinds of abstractly disjointed variations and totally irrational and illogical combinations of being in their parent’s house/but also at Disneyland/which was also a Bob’s Big Boy Restaurant/and the hospital corridors you would endless walk through at a time when your grandmother was a patient and died there/which was also your place of employment (probably several jobs ago, the one you really liked but that you really did self-sabotage your being  able to remain at) / which also had a little hidden rumpus room on the other side of the wall from your high school cafeteria, where you and another kid you had a crush on disappeared into so you could smoke a bowl together and then engage in sloppy, failed attempt at performing oral sex upon/which also had a really cool roller coaster right outside the main entrance that you could ride for free/ that would also just so happen to make a stop halfway through just outside of your very own bedroom door/ just as you hear the voice of your little brother who died when he was 10 calling your name as if he were lost somewhere and couldn’t find his way/but that’s stupid, because I KNOW and I REMEMBER that HE DIED YEARS AGO, but I’m glad he’s home and I wonder if he’ll want to go see STAR WARS with me and Jill and Kessie later on tonight at the Rialto in South Pas, that is, if I we can find each other... I hope he doesn’t get too scared/so just as you open your bedroom door and are about to walk in/suddenly you are startled by an annoying loud buzz which you can’t comprehend at first but then you/suddenly open up your sleepy eyes and it’s your alarm clock right on buzz-killing schedule as always, and your bedroom ceiling is awash in vibrant hues of yellowish-orange morning sunlight and all of that provocative zaniness was all just a dream...as always....except you never realize it fully until you have wake up and have emerged out of it’s hypnotic and compelling desire-answering and mood-fulfilling magick theatre-isms, it’s so obvious now that that was all only a dream, even though I remember dreaming that I knew it was all just a dream, even though it always more-than suffices as an even-better alternative to waking life and this reality in lieu of living in it... and those faceless character-actor-ish phantasms who you were never privy to the common knowledge of realizing or even imagining that those people and those images of people you know and knew in real waking life actually do just continue on about within the reality and time frame and space and time curvature of which their usually entertaining, carefree, monstrous hybrid of all things, real, imaginary, past, present and future, entertainment fiction real life trauma as experienced from the top hill of a b&w animated roller coaster originally drawn way back in the late 1920′s just as it begins to spill over the rather substantial incline just as the maximum momentum and locomotion has achieved it’s hand-drawn cell-animated maximum velocity, you notice the entire back half of the train of cars is literally lifting feet above the noisy pencil-drawn wooden tracks they’re allegedly connected to, a few of the people in the last two cars even fly out of their seats at the top of the hill, safely settling back into their chosen seats on the coaster by the time it reaches the bottom of the first hill.... the Fleischer Brothers ain’t got nothin’ on the power and limitless freedom of movement, imagination, unlikelihood, a human animals natural-born connected-ness with the psychic and telekinetic energies, patterns and the Earthen natural resources of magnetism and magnitude, unyielding and unrecoverable decimation, the violently opposing layers and volumes and channels and dimensions and and conflicting reams of liquid space, psychic vibratory beings consisting of nothing but pure energy, shadow and darkness ; abject, complete and unimaginable total non-existence, sequencing which would begin the intention of their callously chickenshit and much, much too prematurely arriving at that moment to end all other moments throughout the nights of time, as they safely secure themselves and their self-importance and their loved ones, pets, favourite records, movies and books, computers and internet connectivity, porn, King James versions of the Bible, all of their very  favourite processed, GMO and cloned foodstuffs, wellspring library of alcohols, sodas, sundry recreational drugs, nibbles, snacks, more cases of bottled water than anyone has ever seen in reality EVER and aperitifs... But they also DIDN’T forget to bring along all of their unnecessary baggage and dirty laundry and bad, bad, bad, bad, and I’m talking... fucking detestable, shameful-ass as-a-mother-fucker bad-bad-ass karma (that is so sullied and so soiled and so unrecognizable as still actually being legally able to be referred to tastefully and realistically as `karma’) Oh, as well as their wealth of compassionate and trustworthy and still gainfully much, much better, handsomer and more worthy, deserving and overall just plain better than you, and all of the expected limited intelligence and tunnel vision perceptions, ever having been able to just kick the fuck back worry-free and enjoy life, goddammit, being born into old, white, American money and profitably living his life day to day, year to year, lost decade to shitty new world-ordered decade, far too privileged for far too long and all the while having succeeded in incontestably lying, deceiving, murdering, littering, poisoning, manipulating, cheating, raping, pillaging, warring, creating unnecessary tensions and divisions out of friends and neighbours, guilty by treason for a lifetime consisting of literally absolute and complete incompetency, crimes against humanity coupled with a competently inhumane disregard for any and all creatures and beings and families and communities, ever able to not just survive but perpetrate every last conceivable attribute of nihilism, misanthropy, xenophobia, sexism, conservative republicanism, needlessly controlling power freak and (just short of legally being able to qualify as tangibly having lived your life and carried out your position of power over all others) just two-steps short of having followed closely in the same footsteps as Hitler, Mussolini, the George W. Bush Dynasty and Justin Bieber himself... having acted upon on all of the very worst and lowest common denominational rhetoric, politics of never more than dirty fucking pool at it’s very lowest n-word notches and, now, safely watching the pandemonium and fiery, avalanche of unprecedented 9.4 earthquakes, tsunami that stay quite far inland wracking up even more unbelievable devastation for weeks at a time, volcanic overflows overtake the Hawaiian island which are now nothing but molten lava and bodies and beaches covered in sizzling, razor-sharp newly born land, otherwise, the rest of the whole of the planet’s surface remains awash in uncontrollable fiery flames that give any imaginings of Hell a sincere run for it’s money, all of the major continents, now broken up and in disarray and many no longer connected to any other large square mile footage of land any longer quickly become one endless, suffocating, inferno of unprecedented loss of resources, life, and destruction so thorough in it’s willful desire of finally claiming and bringing to a halt the previous relative peace, tranquility and beauty of all that had been and thrived there for so long, 200 mph winds signalling the arrival of onslaughts of level 5 hurricanes, tornadoes and the tallest, most ominous and terrifying sight of 300 foot tall rogue tidal waves approaching, one after the other after the other, wiping out any and all previous beach and harbour communities ;  scary, violent new chunks of Earth shooting up from far beneath the surface, destroying everything in it’s wake and ripping-to-shreds the very land masses underneath our feet which had been home to our beloved communities, estuaries, park lands, national monuments, farm lands. rivers, forests, family homesteads, hills and valleys ;  molten lava spewing forth robustly, shooting fiery liquid fumes into the air three miles up and then landing hundreds of miles away, volcanic rock, magma, tectonic plates, mountains, hills, valleys, grasslands, rain forests, beaches, deserts, all cities of the world finally united in one overwhelmingly epic fireball burning every last shelter, building and domicile unmercifully to the ground - As the still-believing-themselves-to-be ever-privileged, special, deserving and just higher-class one per-centers, who just minutes previously inherited the title of  and factually became THE REPRESENTATIVE ENTIRETY OF HUMAN BEINGS ALIVE ON THE PLANET EARTH (or more accurately, deep within the labyrinthine caves and tunnelled out miles and miles of underground civilized word, accommodations, diversionary things like big slides, swings, swimming pools and mineral springs, bowling alleys and skating rinks, exacting replicas of their favourite four star eateries of the previous civilized world, subterranean jungles, arboretums and gardens, a n amusement park with all of the most insane and exciting thrill rides and roller coasters anybody could ever wish for,  exacting duplicate versions (all stolen, of course) from Disneyland’s Matterhorn, Pirates of the Caribbean, the Haunted Mansion, Enchanted Tiki Room and Jungle Cruise rides (poetically, they DID have the taste and intuition to not consider also having their own water flume it’s a small world ride, too!  I mean... that was the VERY LEAST they could have NOT done!) Anyway, with them all together having drinks and a small, five-course light luncheon being served to them by their staff (they DID allow a hundred or so select few of the rest of us to survive the pandemic `natural’ wave of cataclysmic destruction that the Earth and it’s surface and it’s 99% of the rest of the civilized populace, as we knew it, had suffered) and they were all assembled in their single most comfortable, cushy, oversized and simply plush movie theatre/dinner theatre/five star restaurant/full bar and pharmaceutical store/hamburger stand/coffee house/art gallery/television stations and they all watched over CCTV which played out, mechanically filming and panning back and forth and then shifting to another CCTV location and the not-so-surprisingly total loss and unrecognizable current appearance of many previously magnificently beautiful famous and beloved locations of historical and personal significance, all of the destruction and decimation on the planets surface miles above them playing out unashamedly just as unapologetically as it had happened in the first place, for all of them to see with their own eyes the trivial, trifling, megalomaniac spoiled conservative republican, unnecessarily one-sided results of their well-planned escape and future subterranean survivalist underground civilization and continuation of the human animal (or, more accurately, of the most minutely small, inconsequential, minor, petty, self-obsessed and inbred of any and all possible cliques of individuals who might ever have possibly been the few select `lucky ones’ to have actually been the only living representatives of all human life on the planet, 99% of which had just recently been violently killed in one freakish manner due to one or another of the extinction level event cataclysmic disasters that had simultaneously murdered off the entire planet itself!  They sat in surprising silence as they interestingly took in all of the devastation they witnessed live on the very large 70mm cinerama dome-like vinyl motion picture screen and, for the very first time, I believe it may have actually been the single only time ever that a group of fascistic, right wing republican conservative born again Christians ever sat together in such an immense and comfortable entertainment center, and did not open their retarded mouths to say not one fucking snide little comment about all of those unlucky one’s above who had just perished...  I believe that even if it may just have been a trick of the light or something, that I may possibly have just witnessed a conservative republican shedding a tear or two over somebody who was neither himself, a member of his family and actually who had been one of those bleeding-heart liberal democrats who ruined our country so thoroughly and ran that shit right into the ground before we did the right thing and saw to it that they finally got WTF they deserved, those stupid fucking N-word  M*%%# F&@#%$......

#extinction event level

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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞.

violent devotion.

Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine.

You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone.

You want to make them realize they are not something terrible; make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it.

And what if they choose to walk away?

Didn’t I say this was violent devotion?

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#【 isms | heart of the abyss. 】 #【 dash games | this is getting interesting. 】 #【 let me tell you a story | thoughts to be shared. 】 #{{ THE WAY I GASPED BECAUSE. I HAVE HAD THIS CONVERSATION WITH SO MANY PEOPLE NOW ---- }} #{{ THIS IS SO TRUE!! It really is how he expresses love }} #{{ did the quiz maker have access to my discord dms ghrehgurehdhfjgfkdsl what is going on }}

[lgbtqreads]

Any lesbian/bisexual novel/fanfic recs that involve: traveling to the 19th-20th century; generally fighting stereotypes; vigilantes; and/or kicking ass? Preferably no tragedies or too much angst. Gay male characters are fine too.

Interesting combo of things! Let’s see...

The Abyss Surrounds Us by Emily Skrutskie. Lesbian pirates. Sea monsters. Slow-burn romance. You need it.

Not Your Sidekick by CB Lee is totally angst-free, has an openly bisexual MC, and features some ass-kicking of sorts, though we’re not talking, like, hands-on fighting

Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Cordova is similarly angst-free, also has a bisexual MC, and also features ass-kicking of sorts

A Darkly Beating Heart by Lindsay Smith involves a bisexual girl traveling to 19th century Japan, but though it’s not tragic, it is very angry. (And so good.)

Black Iris by Leah Raeder has vigilante-ism covered, but also with lots of angst.

The Impostor Queen/The Cursed Queen by Sarah Fine both have bi MCs (the third book in the series releases in January) and they are light on angst though not entirely on tragedy. Some super solid ass-kicking in the second book, though. (And it’s not, like, TragiQueer.)

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Leeisn’t exactly any of those things and yet it’s sort of all of those things swirled together? Highly recommend it if you haven’t read it yet.

Assassins: Discord by Erica Cameron- I mean, the MC is a bi assassin, so.

On that note, Trust Me, I’m Lying and Trust Me, I’m Trouble by Mary Elizabeth Summers have a fabulous bisexual con artist MC. The MC’s sexuality isn’t realized until the second book, but it’s worth reading both.

You must put Inkmistress by Audrey Coulthurst on your to-read list. (It releases March 6, 2018). Trust me.

I haven’t read it yet, but judging by its badass cover, I suspect Runebinder by Alex R. Kahler is gonna fit the ass-kicking request too, with gay male characters. Out November 14, 2017.

Those are all my top picks for YA and NA; if you need more, or want from other categories, hit me up again!

[that-entj-bitch]

Getting to know me

I was tagged by @tintysun 👈

Rules: answer 30 some questions and tag 20 some blogs you would like to get to know better.

1. Nicknames: Ah, in this life I've already been so many people.."Tish", "P", "Roo"..others ik I'm forgetting.

2. Gender: Female.

3. Star sign: I'm a Taurus Sun.

4. Height: 5'4”.

5. Time: Damn, it's before noon on a Saturday. Why am I awake again?

6. Birthday: May 8.

7. Favorite bands: We'll go with Seether, STP, Tool/APC/Puscifer, you know like high-quality OS shit.

8. Favorite solo artists: Juicy J(he's from Three Six, sure, but obviously has established a solo career for himself.)

9. Song stuck in my head: "Eighties" by the Killing Joke.

10. Last movie I watched: Don't have much time for movies, but most recently I saw the newest Stephen King's IT.

11. Last show I watched: Deadly Women on Investigation Discovery.

12. When did I create my blog: 2015

13. What do I post: Besides MBTI/NT-shit/entj-isms? I post a lot of quotes, images, etc. that reach into the vast inner abyss of my being & manage to touch my so-called heart. Oh & I like occult shit too, especially demons. You really shouldn't be surprised by this.

14. Last thing I googled: Directions to an occult store I haven't been to yet but am going to today.

15. Do I have any other blogs: No

16. Do I get asks: I do. 99% of which fall into one of the following four categories:

1.) Wanting to know what life is like as one of the rare female members of the ENTJ race. There's variants to this kind of ask but the underlying theme is the same.

2.) Asking for my opinion on some other MBTI type.

3.) "How dare you perpetuate the notion that ENTJs have no heart?!" Right, because my blog clearly exists with the intention of solely appeasing pedestrian-ass Anons. That was sarcasm, btw. Those asks never fail to brighten my day a bit. 😁

4.) Asking about demons, soul connections, or some other occult matter. Usually pressing in nature.

17. Why I chose my url: How many legit entj bitches do you know?

18. Following: Too many to waste time listing.

19. Followers: I don't pay attention to that.

(20?)

21. Average hours of sleep: Usually 6.

22. Lucky number: I've yet to find one that's truly "lucky" for me.

23. Instruments: Violin motherfucker

24. What am I wearing?: Creep..

Lol jk jk, a white l/s button-up shirt w. a red cami underneath, navy pants, brown leather belt & brown leather equestrian boots.

25. Dream job: Bounty hunter. Sniper. Tyrant queen. All of the above.

26. Dream trip: Easter Island is high on my priority list, as is Scotland, & Germany. I want to drive the Audubon before I die damnit.

27. Favorite food: Pizza.

28. Nationality: American. Of Scottish descent.

(Where did 29 and 20 go?)

30. Favorite song right now: 2 Chainz' "Spend It" 😙

I could tag a bunch of blogs but I got places to be & shit to do. Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood ENTJ.

#questionnaire #about me #profile of an entj #entj women #entj thoughts #entj confessions #entj things #entj #what it is

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝?

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

#【 dash games | this is getting interesting. 】 #【 isms | heart of the abyss. 】 #{{ yeah.. }}

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...You know the captain is desperately in love with someone the second he starts thinking about them all day. It is the little things, as they say.

His days start to become more bright. Hopeful. Vivid in color. Much like a colorful canvas, in which he finds himself as the artist, blending colors and feelings for them. Sometimes, he is rendered speechless with his incapability of stopping himself from mentioning them in conversation ( which often has naught to do with them in the first place ). Yes, he has the bad habit of making things about them every chance he gets, even though that may bring him some puzzled looks in return. He is not bothered by those.

It is the little things.

The desire to write and deliver extensive love letters, despite having physical contact with them ( sometimes, it is easier to write one's feelings in detail than to talk about them, even if one is bestowed with the power of eloquence ).

The innate need to get them flowers or a small trinket that reminded him of them or anything at all, really, as long as it relates to them, their interests, their hobbies.

The wish which materializes when he takes their hand and steals them away when nobody's looking, for the sake of whispering words of affection or placing a fleeting, tender kiss upon their lips.

The meaningful act of meeting each other on the balcony and having complex conversations, away from everyone who is tending to business inside that particular building ( and who, by now, is possibly questioning where they are. Perhaps business has come up and they quickly needed to tend to it...? They are busy people, the captain and the other, after all ).

He still finds himself questioning in the middle of solitary nights — is he fit for this sort of... life? Should he... truly allow himself to bring another into the chaos that is his reality? He sometimes thinks of himself as one who is selflessly selfish, despite how contradictory that may sound. He entertains the idea of... leaving, sometimes. Of pushing them away for the sake of protecting them from what is to come. For what may come ( because it will come. The only unknown variable is time ). For the sake of not causing them more harm than good. For the sake of not tainting them with the corruption that haunts his heart and mind, and from which he cannot escape.

But... Heavens. When they look at him like that; with naught but pure affection, as they deliver soft touches and words of romance... His mind is filled with reassurance. Happiness. Perhaps being avoidant or delusional about one's problems for a while is not that bad.

When he truly loves and is truly loved in return, he so desperately wishes for this moment to be frozen in time.

#{{ my discord ships are THE BEST }} #{{ if you ship with me on discord this is for you; muah }} #{{ small little pun at the end but IT'S THE TRUTH... }} #{{ sappy cavalry captain who is a romantic at heart... please.... he adores his s.o. so much }} #【 isms | heart of the abyss. 】 #【 let me tell you a story | thoughts to be shared. 】

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝚰𝐍?

Your heart.

you have loved, and been hurt. your heart is tired, but cannot grow calloused...

#【 dash games | this is getting interesting. 】 #【 isms | heart of the abyss. 】 #{{ so very true.. }}