#words cannot express how much i'm obsessed with these four people

[ask-court-genshin]

«FIRST EBG CONCLUDES...»

The "ghost" enters Lumine's room with a hollow expression on his face. The hydro eidolon, Kopi, looked up to him with an alarmed expression.

"Y-You?!?" They gawked. "You're not supposed to be here–"

"Stop the act, I know who you are." Dainsleif half-muttered, tired. "I know it's you...

... Ansy."

...

The hydro eidolon evaporated.

"Aww... That quick?"

In a matter of seconds, all the blue was washed away from the person the twilight sword was conversing with. In front of him stood his spouse, Ansy.

"And here I thought I was doing a relatively decent job, hiding from you," they shrugged. "You know, just like what you've done to me for around 400 years or so."

"Ansy..."

"How did you figure it out?" Ansy cheerfully asked in stark contrast to Dain's unapproving stare. "I'm sure you already have a list in your person."

He clicked his tongue, somewhat insulted by how much his partner knows him before handing out a clean parchment.

"It isn't that hard to deduce, my beloved." Dainsleif snarled.

"Congratulations!" Ansy clapped sarcastically. "Want a medal?"

"But this Lawrence." He gritted his teeth. "Where is he now?"

Ansy snorted.

Ah, right. I forgot I'm a villain, too.

"Dead, of course." They spoke so casually as if a murder confession was not at all concerning. "Dain, he's made of water. You know how pathetically easy it is to kill hydro slimes, right?"

"Am I supposed to be–"

"He's not even a real person." They rolled their eyes. "I created him. Made him up like an eighth grader convincing his friends he has a totally hot girlfriend in Inazuma and she just can't come visit. He doesn't even actually have any consciousness."

"And yet he's still based off a real person."

"Yes, he is." Ansy nodded, sighing in defeat, knowing that their next words is bound to sound disgustingly fragile. "He's based off YOU."

"He's based off how you were back then– how you used to be such a knight who'd act so clumsy whenever we talk to each other."

"Tell me, Dain, why the FUCK would he be blonde with strikingly blue– but not as beautiful as yours– eyes when the real Lawrence is a brunette???"

...

...

"You..." He trailed off, flabbergasted. "I am absolutely astounded. Is this your roundabout way of fessing up that you cannot love another man and therefore had to mold water to my likeness in order to survive a week of EBG?"

Dainsleif covered his mouth with a hand before looking away. They knew from the way his shoulders slightly rose by a hair that he snorted in secret.

"That polaroid picture– was that our masquerade ball last year? Did you just alter it a bit to–"

Ansy coughed, not particularly eager to answer that and boost his ego.

Seems they're both equally obsessed.

"Anyways, I completed my mission." They digressed. "I infiltrated the Astro Network to see what's up and survived an EBG while no one rats me out for my @throwaway-yandere persona. I think I won. No one gave me a strike. I'm the one deserving of a medal for playing 4D chess while everyone does EBG."

Dainsleif sighed audibly loud.

"I'd ask for your forgiveness but I think you deserve this offensive statement: my beloved, you are an idiot."

"A homicidal idiot. I killed two people– three if you count Lawrence."

"Four if you still consider me a ghost."

"We're Khaenri'ahn, we don't die." Ansy laughed. "And quite frankly, you're real to me."

Dainsleif's eyes softened.

"I'm certain this isn't how lovers normally pull pranks on one another."

"Well, you diiiiiid kill me brutally on another timeline, so can't you consider us even here?"

He pulled them close.

"500 mora, and I shall consider the thought."

"Boo, you jerk."

"You're evil, and I'd consider myself a good man for this bargain."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll turn myself in Fontaine's prison soon, don't worry."

"Good. See you in another century." Dainsleif joked in his usual flat tone.

"Oh, and Dain?"

"... I'm afraid to hear what you're about to say."

"I looked at the throwaway account and uh, we now have approximately 3,200 gremlin children...?"

"What. I thought you quit writi–"

"They're signing their own adoption papers it's not my fault–"

"Oh, matters not. Happy 3,200 gremlins, Ansy."

"Hmm hmm! Happy 3.2k!!!"

#:3 #» first ebg #eeeeeeeend scene

[ladysomething]

The most recent chap of where you go, I go was incredible, you are truly the most talented!!!!! I could literally fill up your inbox talking about this fic, I love it so much and I literally don’t have all the words to express how obsessed I am with it!!! And your other f1 fics!! Everything you write is so amazing!!

I love how much tension/suspense there is in wygig, and I’m having so much fun trying to figure out what I think is going to happen later in the fic based on the hints (or at least what I think are hints lol) you drop in each chapter, and just based on how each new chapter unfolds. Like, in the most recent chapter, Max made the comment about how he’s seen an omega go through mate withdrawal before, and I think that tells us a bit more about what Kelly was going through. And the way Christian seems weirdly informed about Max’s plans and intentions with Charles’ could just be Max being close to his boss, but combined with the clear distaste and distrust Max has for Charles’ current team, I am incredibly excited to see what’s going to happen once they make it to a racetrack. And then in chapter 3, Charles’ dad told Charles that alphas presentation can be triggered, and then in ch4 Max says that his path to this moment started when he was 13 and presented as an alpha? Did Charles’ trigger Max’s presentation 👀 I can’t wait to find out! youre so good at weaving in hints, that I never actually know when something is a hint though, it’s never obvious and it keeps the fic so exciting.

And I also love the way seemingly tiny details show up again (like in chapter 2 when Charles throws the flowers over the balcony and max makes note of the empty vase in ch4), it just makes your writing seem so thoughtful and cohesive.

and I’m not a writer at all, but I love learning about the behind-the-scenes process. So I’m v curious if you don’t mind sharing some details about how you keep track of everything you have/haven’t revealed, how you decide what hints to drop or details to mention, how far advance do you plan all of it, etc.? And it’s probably way too early to share anything about wygig, but if you have any fav bits of foreshadowing or tiny recurring details from any of your other fics then I’d love to know what they are!! Only if you don’t mind sharing ofc <3

this ask got way out of control, i am so sorry, I just admire the hell out of your talent and cannot contain my excitement for your writing

this was the best thing to wake up to this morning.

I'm going to answer below the cut so I don't clog people's feeds because I want my answer to be as long as your beautiful ask!

firstly ... there are a LOT of hints, even in the first four chapters. you can probably safely assume that if it made you go "hmm" then it's going to come up again at some point.

I love the examples you came up with! I will confirm that they are all hints, however .... the conclusions you drew were not all correct. some were, but some weren't. you'll just have to wait to find out which is which 😊

I LOVE that you noticed the vase thing! whenever I read stories I'm always so bad at picking up on those details, but when I write them they're all so deliberate so I'm always amazed and delighted when people see them.

in terms of how I keep track of everything ... well for this story I have the amazing and gorgeous @saiyanwitcher helping me. this story wouldn't be half of what it is without her. I would say like 1/4 is me remembering details, 1/4 is her remembering details, and then 1/2 is the very detailed outline we have. it's 10 pages long.

here is a heavily redacted screenshot of ch 1 in the outline.

from there, I just kind of ... put it together and write. and then make a note of little details that need to be revised.

in terms of how I decide what hints to drop when, I would say there's a mix of reasons. some of it is just what the plot and characters demand, but then other times it's just my instinct, and other times it's just sheer experience. I've been writing for a long time - you kind of learn along the way what makes sense and what doesn't. but I also read a LOT, and when I read I take fairly extensive notes of things I liked and didn't like, and that always informs how I write, too.

in terms out far in advance things are planned, I would say it really depends on the story. WYGIG for example has been quite meticulously planned since SaiyanWitcher came to me with the idea of an omegaverse fic. so we know pretty much everything there is to know about the fic and how the plot progresses.

I like to have written a few chapters before I post, because sometimes when I start to write the vibe changes and I need to be able to go back and adjust little details. It's also why I don't like to immediately post what I've written and instead like to have a few chapters in the can - it means I can go back and add in more/less foreshadowing, depending on how the later chapters are playing out.

but also, sometimes things just happen. I'm writing ch 8 at the moment, and only yesterday SaiyanWitcher and I were like "hey what if we do this for ch 9" so now there's a new extra chapter bc we had an idea and it fits and we want to do it. so that wasn't planned in advance at all haha. sometimes you've just gotta go with the flow!

ok now ... in terms of fave parts of foreshadowing for WYGIG. unfortunately it IS too early for me to share most of them.

BUT! one I've only seen a couple people bring up is Max's aversion to Charles reciprocating the bite - I love that one.

I also just asked SaiyanWitcher what hers are and she said the Mercedes mechanic (a great choice), and Pierre (another GREAT choice). Though he's less foreshadowing and more of a recurring plot point lol.

from my other fics ... tbh I don't think I've ever really done as much foreshadowing in them as WYGIG.

in saying that, one really does stick out .. minor spoilers for if you haven't read Give Me That Fire but I LOVED dropping all the hints about "the final night" that happened that broke Max and Charles up for good. I knew from the first sentence I wrote for that fic that it was all leading up to that reveal and how careless Max was about Arthur, and seeing people theorise about what had happened and then being horrified that the truth was so much worse than what they expected was so bloody satisfying.

also there weren't really any major plot twists in the brocedes fic that had foreshadowing, but the slow reveal of their backstory juxtaposed with cutting forward to lewis at the lestappen wedding was also a personal favourite. that fic was by far the hardest thing I've ever written, and took one of the biggest emotional tolls. so the slow build of the horror at the piece by piece reveal of what lewis and nico had done to each other ended up being a very big personal achievement. I adore that fic, even though it's devastating.

now, I think I've yapped enough!

thank you so much for your beautiful and thoughtful ask, it's made my weekend. I'm so delighted that you're enjoying WYGIG so much and I hope that you continue to love it!

#anon ask #lestappen fic #where you go i go #give me that fire #are we out of the woods yet

[thesacrificialxlamb]

one million strawberries from me thanks

and four from katherine

Where do I even start? -- You know, I thought this would be easy, just gushing about how much I love you and your Katherine...

but I have so much to say, & it is all so jumbled. There aren't enough words to describe my love for you.

My baby, my darling, my love!! You are such an anomaly. The pure talent that just pours out of you, is inspiring. You truly never cease to amaze me. Whether it is the amount of work you put into your muses, and their blogs, or it's the graphics that you make, even down to the love you have for the people you care about. I am so grateful that you decided I was worth your time.

I cannot express how impressed I am with the deep dive you've done into your muses, to so clearly understand them all so well. You write Katherine so perfectly that I practically squeal every time I get a reply. Or anytime that I stalk one or all of your threads. I can just hear her so well, see her actions so clearly... i'm completely obsessed with you!!

-- you on the other hand, are so unapologetically you.. & I am honored to be lucky enough to get to know you. We've become so close in such a small amount of time & I wouldn't change it for the world. Thank you for always being there for me. I can't even begin to explain how much I appreciate you. You're such a treasure to this RPC, & whoever isn't following you is missing out. I simply adore you, completely and utterly adore you.

I am thankful that I can continue to see you grow, and cheer you on from afar. ❤️

#malka-lisitsa #;answered asks #meme(s) #positivity memes #I know that everyone; including myself likes to joke #or maybe not so much 'joke' about april and I being a simp but--- #we truly adore you. jokes aside. #absolutely honored to have you in my life

[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things: Wingmen (Aaron Hotchner x Female BAU! Reader)

this is based on season 10 episode 10 “amelia porter”

Warnings: None. Pure Fluff.

A/N: I am so beyond obsessed with the mutual pining. Initially, this was going to be one part, but I have to slow burn the heck out of this, so it'll be a few parts. Enjoy!

The Purest Things Masterlist

august 2014

Bookend: "You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever." – Love & Other Drugs

I walk into the jazz club, searching for Rossi. For the past year and a half, we have frequented this classy establishment, bonding over our shared passion for jazz and fine liquor. We come here every Friday unless the job keeps us away. It's a form of escapism that I have grown to cherish deeply. With a job like ours, finding something to look forward to each week, some semblance of a routine is crucial.

I stroll over to “our” booth, but instead of seeing David’s familiar face, it's that of the Unit Cheif. I throw my head back and laugh, “Of all the people I could have expected to see here...you were not one of them.”

Don't get me wrong; I'm not upset to find him here. I could never get enough of him. I see him nearly every day of the week, I have weekly movie nights with Jack, and Aaron and I have been to hell and back with each other over the years.

He shakes his head and smirks, “What can I say? I'm full of surprises.”

“So tell me Aaron Hotchner, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”

“David Rossi, ” he emphasizes.

“So you’ve been recruited as one of his wingmen too huh?”

“Apparently so.”

“Well I'm glad you're here.” I slide into the booth next to him.

He glides his cup in circles along the tablecloth, “Me too.”

“May I pry?” I inquire.

He nods, “You may.”

“Why exactly are you here? Believe me, I'm thrilled you're joining us, but David and I have been coming here for over a year. Why'd he invite you now?”

His shoulders tense up, and then he inhales deeply, the tension releasing when he exhales.

“If I'm being completely honest, I think it has something to do with the fact that Beth and I are no longer together.”

“Oh my God, Hotch. I'm so sorry, I didn't know.”

Aaron looks up at me; the professional man, the profiler I'm so familiar with, is gone. Instead, he looks at me with the eyes of a vulnerable man, someone who loves so passionately and craves that same love in return. This isn't the first time he's looked at me with those eyes, and I pray that it is not the last time. If it were anyone else, the prolonged eye contact would deter me; my glance would dart in the other direction. But, for years, I have savored these intimate moments with him. I'm not exactly sure when this connection began or when it deepened to the awareness we now have of one another.

Most likely, it began shortly after Haley’s death, when I started to spend more time with Jack or those late nights working in the office with him. Maybe it was that time I brought him his favorite coffee and bagel to his house because I knew he wouldn’t feed himself otherwise.

(Aaron’s P.O.V.)

I gaze at her with utmost fascination. She is a mystery I have never been able to solve, a profile I cannot complete. She is whole, a pillar of strength for our team, her family, me, and Jack. Yet, there is a fear within her that mimics a young child scared of the monsters that are both imagined and real. She’s seen and experienced things that no one her age should have to witness. I can see through the worn expression on her face. She’s holding herself together for the sake of everyone around her, but inside she’s slowly falling apart. All I want is to help mend those crumbling pieces and hold her together. She doesn’t realize that she has been doing that very thing for me for the past four years.

In my life, I have had the opportunity to love deeply and freely. But two of those loves stand in realms of their own. The first time I fell in love, it was with an opposite. A precious, symbolic tale of love and loss.

With Beth, I did love her. She gave me the strength to feel something again after Haley died. I found the ability to move forward with hope and recognition that I deserve happiness once again.

The second great love came in the form of a mirror. We share an empathy, an understanding of the fundementals of life and love that shapes our individual values. I was far from perfect when we met; I was detached, damaged, and hopeless. I felt like I was barely a man. Truth be told, I won’t be perfect after the fact either. But, she gives me a sense of realness that I never perceived as possible. And since the day we met before I even accepted the actuality of my affections for her, I strove to better myself. Every day since, and for the rest of my life, I want to work every day to be the man she deserves and needs.

Awakening from my trance, I speak up, “I am grateful every day for the relationship I had with Beth. I truly did love her. I love her still for the person she helped me become. I realized, through her, that I can choose to move forward with my life.”

“You deserve to be happy, Aaron,” she interjects.

“Some time ago, Rossi came into my office encouraging me to start dating again. He reminded me that Haley wouldn’t want me to avoid moving on. Of course, my immediate instinct was to deny that I was guilty of just that. But he was right. He told me that I am no good to anyone when I’m miserable.”

She throws her head back and laughs, “Miserable? No, I wouldn’t call you that. Slightly uptight? Absolutely.”

I gasp, exaggerating a look of offense, “I’m hurt.”

She touches my arm, and I can feel my heart stop for a beat. Something about her touch elevated my heart and soul to another plain. It’s as if her small hand on my forearm revealed the certainty I had been searching for.

I chuckle, “Don’t worry. David and I came to the same conclusion.”

“Phew,” she breathes out a sigh of relief, “Good because I didn’t know how I was going to dig myself out of that hole....but please, continue what you were saying.”

I take a deep breath, “When you and I met I had already lost my entire world. Haley had just recently taken Jack, we were fighting constantly, and then...” I feel my eyes beginning to sting, and I realize that she hasn’t taken her grip off my arm once she squeezes it reassuringly.

“When Haley died, it felt like I was staring into an abyss. After the funeral, you found me alone, in some room that I had escaped to for some solace. But I didn’t feel any relief. And then, you came in. You sat across from me, and we just sat in silence. Somehow though, more was said in that silence than I had ever dared to utter out loud to someone. You didn’t know it then, but you saved me that day. You saved Jack too.”

I hear her short intake of breath and look over to see her lip beginning to tremble.

“Aaron...”

As much as I want to hear her melodic voice speak to me now, when I am most unarmed, a feeling that is entirely foreign to me, I have never felt so driven to yell from the top of my lungs a profession of love for this woman.

I begin to speak again, and I am immediately interrupted by Rossi, accompanied by the jazz singer hooked on his arm.

“La mia bella ragazza! Finalmente sei arrivato,” he says, kissing the top of her head. She blushes slightly, her eyes flickering to me briefly.

“You are a sight for sore eyes my dear. Is she not Aaron?”

I take a sip of my drink, glancing at y/n, her beautiful y/e/c sparkling back at me. How can anyone put into words just how beautiful she is?

I nod, “She is indeed.”

I’m suddenly made aware of the absence of her touch on my arm. How can someone’s touch both simultaneously have such a stronghold on you and also set you free? Regardless of the reason, I long to savor that feeling once again.

“Well,” she inches out of the booth, “I’m going to get a drink. Can I get you boys anything?”

We shake our heads in unison. Rossi suggests that his date join her.

He places his hand on my shoulder, “So? Any progress made?”

“I don’t want to overwhelm her. There’s so much I want to say. But I feel like I’ve put her through enough already. I’m an old man Dave. I’m a widower with a son. The damage I’d be asking her to cope with, the burden I’d be subjecting her to...”

David clears his throat and slips his phone out of his pocket. He swipes through some photos in his camera roll and lands on a photo of y/n and me. It’s from a cocktail party he hosted a few years ago. Jack, y/n, and I are sitting on the grass in Rossi’s backyard playing with dandelions. I can still hear their laughter filling the air: Jack’s squeals and y/n’s child-like giggles. We felt like a family. I would give anything to relive those moments of genuine bliss, to feel that sensation of being complete, heart, mind, and soul once more.

“Sometimes,” Rossi begins, “when people are destined to be together, their love grows over an undetermined span of time. It could be months, weeks, even years. You both may feel the shared pain of this rollercoaster called life and the hurt that comes from being separated from one another, but this helps you better grasp the priceless value and purity of the love you share. There is no easy road to love. Anyone who claims otherwise is doomed to be plagued by the mediocrity that is a false sense of security. The path you are on, Aaron is the one walked by the greatest lovers in history. In layman’s terms, don’t screw this up.”

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner x y/n #criminal minds headcanons #criminal minds angst #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch x y/n #hotch x reader #hotch x you #spencer reid headcanon #spencer x reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x y/n #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner series #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #Aaron Hotch Hotchner #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #derek morgan

[imperiuswrecked]

I can't stop thinking about this, and as a Doomor connoisseur you probably have something to say about it?: Doom "romancing" Namor in the comics in very problematiqué ways reminds me so much of the Phantom of the Opera. I can't. The forceful abductions? The "Fine! I kill everybody!" reactions after rejection? The Dramatic displays? I mean, even his multi discipline ingenuity (though it's a bit of an understatement in Doom's case) and the power trips. It's a lot 's all I'm saying. hhhhhhh

*takes a deep breath* you have just opened a door, a door to a the dimension I shall call: WHAT THE FUCK. 

lol, ok so like first of all when I got into Namor like 5 some years ago, I surely thought that my love for Doom and Namor would fade, but it’s still going strong.

Like, I can’t exaggerate enough just how much I love them and how much these two annoy the hell out of me. Both of them are egotistical, angry, narcissistic, prideful, idiots who only care for a few people and reject the rest of the world. They want what is best for their people and would literally fight anyone at anytime and cannot process their emotions in any healthy way at all. They have a ongoing, love/hate relationship on the most epic of levels since the 1960s. They will scream in each others faces in one panel and then be like, “ok we are teaming up but I don’t trust you” then, attempt to kill/beat the hell out of the other. Show up at the last minute to save each other when they are in danger and then start the whole process again. They have gotten together and broken up alliances so many times that its not a matter of if they will get together but when. Power trips are totally an understatement in Doom’s case. lol. I don’t think there is a word that describes it actually.

Your comparison to Christine and the Phantom is very on point. 

Looking at Namor and Victor’s relationship which is long term and dysfunctional and also considering that they both have serious issues with intimacy, and expressing themselves. Unhealthy coping mechanisms, and also had problems socializing with people growing up due to both of their outcast childhoods. We see the that they are most certainly NOT good for each other at all. Like if you’re looking for a happy, fluffy ship. This ain’t it. This isn’t even in the same realm of healthy loving romance (or bromance if you choose to see it that way). This relationship is at it’s core, a domination of wills, a wary friendship, and a train wreck. 

Referring back to the Phantom and Christine. The Phantom wants to possess Christine to take her away to live with him in the dark because she is the light he yearns for. He wants to control her every movement, thinks that she belongs to him and only him and attempts to do whatever he can to ensure that she stays by his side.

Victor is the same, he craves control, he demands it. He wants to possess Namor for his strength, to use him against his enemies. He attempts to form an alliance (one that started in Fantastic Four (1961) #6) to rid himself of his enemies and in the process promises that Namor will have want he wants. Then Victor betrays and fights Namor before being flung off into space on a rock but that is a story for another time. He does actually succeed in making Namor his slave, not once but twice. first in super villain team up and second in Emperor Doom. Also if you want to count Spidey super stories then that would be three times. lol.

I mean there is just so much in canon content for them that it astounds me that this ship isn’t bigger in fandom. For some content:

Victor sees Namor as his equal, in status and in power

He constantly tries to force Namor to be on his side, either by promising to give him what he thinks Namor wants or by using methods like a serum that Namor would need to keep taking to survive.

He seeks out Namor. In all the instances, usually Victor goes first is Victor, but there was a time that Namor initiated.

VICTOR WALKED INTO HELL TO SAVE NAMOR. LIKE YOU DON’T DO THAT UNLESS YOU LIKE SOMEONE OK? This is especially more profound when you know about Victor’s backstory, in that he attempted for years to save his mother from hell. But when Namor was trapped in Hell, Victor shows up to save him.

Victor helps Namor, by letting him stay in Lavteria, also they have each other on speed dial.

Victor insists that Namor be brought into the cabal. 

The thing is, most of it is one sided, Victor totally harbor a long crush/obsession with Namor, but Namor is often oblivious, but he isn’t stupid, he knows the kind of man Victor is. I just feel like their relationship has so many layers and is really complex, but also super entertaining to watch because they both have such strong personalities that are very similar except that Namor disapproves of some of Victor’s methods.

Also this scene when Namor comes to beg Victor foe help, Namor doesn’t do that for anyone. Victor’s reply is totally that of a scorned/jealous lover.

There is just so much to unpack here.

#namor #doctor doom #namor the sub-mariner #victor von doom #doomor #long post #thanks for asking! #i just love these idiots #nerdmor #victor von dork #honestly I tried to just answer your question but i went off track #also im like at work and was trying to get all thoughts in order #lol #there is just so many more panels i wanted to talk about and post #void-voyage

[ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is]

What is it about MBTI and enneagram that attracts modern-day phrenologists so much (I'm talking about the objective personality thing)? (This is not a rhetorical question by the way, I'm genuinely interested in your opinion about that as someone who's involved in this community)

Oh I have a lot of opinions on this and I think I’ve expressed many of them before but I will always go off on my opinions.

I think people who are interested in personality theory tend to fall into one of these categories.

“I’m trying to figure out more about myself and how I relate to others, and this is one of several ways in which I think I’m going to do that!”

“I’m trying to figure out why people can be so wildly different from each other, and this is one of several ways in which I think I’m going to do that!”

“I believe everything including personality can be completely quantified despite anyone with an actual scientific or psychological background knowing that a perfect diagnostic exam for anything doesn’t exist. I also say that I am ‘hacking’ my body instead of just saying that I’m dieting like a normal person.”

"I am looking for whatever justification I can find to prove my superiority and will twist whatever facts I need to achieve this.”

Needless to say I think the first two are great, the third is annoying and naive, and the fourth is why the MBTI community seems to attract disgusting biological determinism types who also probably wish the SAT would return to its roots in eugenicism.

Fortunately I think we’re talking about the third. I think it comes from a place of people who see categories not as a useful shorthand or a tool with limitations, but as the end-all-and-be-all.

Here is the problem. As mentioned, a perfect diagnostic exam doesn’t exist. We cannot detect cancer with 100% accuracy. We can’t detect most diseases with 100% accuracy! We occasionally still mess up blood type! Because there are many, many, places for error.

In disease detection, there are artifacts (problems with the hardware - think ‘scratch on a camera lens’). There is human error (the radiologist is tired). There are weird quirks (symptoms not presenting for whatever reason...I’m not a doctor). There The limitations of a diagnostic test - and MBTI tests are diagnostic tests - are represented by a thing called a ROC curve, for those of you interested in some light nerdy reading, and when you learn about ROC curves you learn that a perfect test doesn’t exist.

(fun ironic aside - functional MRI, or fMRI, the thing people often think will prove MBTI - is also still sometimes dismissed as phrenology in those exact words. That said fMRI is used in neurosurgery planning in a clinical setting)

In MBTI, you have biases. The people at that website say they remove those by having two different people independently working on the problem. Guess what? Two people can have similar biases! Two people who have never met can have similar biases! Is two enough? Maybe you should have three, or four, or ten, or a hundred, because maybe the first 99 people will type someone the same way but the last person won’t.

You also have other problems: did I send in my video when I was in a good or bad mood? Did you give me prompts? Did you examine those prompts for bias? Was I tired? Had I had my normal amount of coffee? Had I had a really good date the night before? Am I accurately representing myself in that 15 minute video?

Anyway: the thing with phrenology, and here’s where we start to get into the fourth category of people from earlier on a bit, is that it’s used to verify bias. Personality theory is just as easily used to verify bias. And that’s okay! People have biases. My problem with people who think they can be objective is that they think perfect objectivity is an achievable goal, because ironically the more you become obsessed with removing any personal bias the more you end up championing confirmation bias - they could be completely wrong in typing these people, but by god as long as those two independent verifiers are in agreement, clearly, they are objective.

It’s less important to be objective in typing than it is to be a combination of correct and honest. Correct, in that you’re using all the tools at your disposal to provide the best understanding of someone’s type - or failing that, admitting you are not able to type them. Honest, in that you acknowledge there will always be room for error. We can’t read minds.

In other words: we’re still not 100% sure of which part of the brain does what even as we literally slice into it. We still have about a 5% error rate in conventional mammography detection of breast cancer. It’s entirely fine if MBTI remains a pseudoscience and given its level of funding relative to say, neuroscience or breast cancer research, I don’t expect there to be a perfect test in several lifetimes. It just seems like a waste of time to pursue since it shifts the question from “who am I and how can I work on that” to looking for logical perfection in a system that has no true reference. It turns a useful tool into a self-indulgent thought experiment, and if that’s what you want, fine, but I find that incredibly boring.

#mbti #rants #long post #Anonymous

[moonlight-sonder]

Can't choose just one, so answer aLL of them bc I'm nosey

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

~ It’s Quiet Uptown - Hamilton Mixtape, Drive - Oh Wonder, Burn - Hamilton, Pacifier - Catfish and The Bottlemen, Eyes Closed - Halsey, Hang Out With You - Mary Lambert

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

~ Oof Katie pls

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

~make people believe that you were fun and interesting. I just wasn’t that much of a con artist’

4) What do you think about most?

~ uhhhh my messed up emotions, Katie, and whatever event I have to look forward to

5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

~ yikes yes 6) Do you have any strange phobias?

~ Not that I can think of off the top of my head? 7) What’s your religion?

~ I was raised sort of Christian but now idk? I don’t really have one tbh

8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

~ riding a horse

9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

~ tøp10) What was the last lie you told?

~ that I was fine lol

11) Do you believe in karma?

~ yup

12) What does your URL mean?

~ it kinda explains itself.,,,

13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

~ I trust too easy/get attached too easy and I have a pretty good work ethic and I’m good at communicating w adults which seems to be a good thing

14) Who is your celebrity crush?

~ Oof Cameron Boyce and Zendaya

15) How do you vent your anger?

~ usually I either isolate myself or I tend to get pissy w people which is bad I haven’t quite learned how to manage it well

16) Do you have a collection of anything?

~ cds and makeup lol

17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

~ eh in some ways yes but overall no not really

18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

~ chalk on a chalk board, fizzy drinks in a can.. I love the sound of hoofbeats, my cat purring, Katie’s voice all good stuff

19) What’s your biggest “what if”?

~ what if I didn’t have anxiety Oof

20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

~ yes both tbh

21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

~ my dresser and my door lol

22) Smell the air. What do you smell?

~ breakfast Bc mg mom just cooked

23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

~ I answered this one but it’s a theater here that is just,, cursed

24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?

~ Troye Sivan and Rex Orange County

25) To you, what is the meaning of life?

~ boy if I knew

26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

~ yes (I hate it) and no

27) What was the last movie you saw?

~ half of paddington lmao

28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

~ uhhh I haven’t really had any bad injuries.. so probably the concussion I got like three years ago

29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

~ uhh Rex Orange County and Phineas and Ferb lol

30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

~ uh yeah I live in a small town so.,,, lots

31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

~ yes I know I shouldn’t but… here I am

32) What is your astrological sign?

~ Sagittarius

33) What’s the last thing you purchased?

~ nose piercings

34) Love or lust?

~ Love

35) In a relationship?

~ yesss

36) How many relationships have you had?

~ four I think?

37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

~ I have 0 idk how people like me

38) Where is your best friend?

~ ones in Cali and ones in Vegas

39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

~ Oof crying

40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

~ uhhh not really? I have a hard time expressing emotions and I’m not good at comforting people

41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

~ id die to save that dog smh

42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

~ I’m kinda dramatic so I probably would tell people, idk? I’d want to meet all my friends first off, and yes yikes I’m scared of death

43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

~ corner store - Macklemore

44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

~ honesty, trust, etc..

45) How can I win your heart?

~ U,, cannot I have a girl BUT I’m live for any type of sappy shit

46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?

~ I think so tbh

47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

~ I.,, don’t know

48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

~ something about shrek

49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”

~ uhh love, katie, that pink heart emoji I use 24/7

50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

~ yellow and gray

51) What is your current desktop picture?

~ a picture of me and my horse

52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

~ trump lmao

53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

~ idk??

54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

~ this.,, is so funny. Um X-ray vision sounds litty

55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

~ hmm maybe some point when I was in Kentucky. I miss that

56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

~ all the shit that happened w my sister yikes

57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

~ this is awk so idk Ed Sheeran???

58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

~ oh Philly I’m a heartbeat

59) Ever been on a plane?

~ yup

60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.

~ 1. Lauren Cohen 2. Zendaya 3. Ezra Miller 4. Daniel Radcliffe 5. Steven Yeun

#asks #anon #that was fucking wild #it took me so long jesus #who are u why do u want to know sm dumb shit about me nfjfng #I’m so boring

[funkymbtifiction]

Hi Charity as you are an ENFP I wanted to ask you how to do you see Si and Te in you? How was it clear for you that you were Ne dom and Fi aux and not the contrary? You said in the past that you cinsidered yourself socially introvert or shy, which I think is my case and I'm not sure about INFP or ENFP for me. Thanks a lot

My main way of recognizing my status as an extrovert, beyond my need for external stimulation all the time (NOTHING HAS HAPPENED IN TEN MINUTES, MY LIFE SUCKS) is that I am not a Fi-dom. So excuse me, while I once again travel into the land of indecisive Ne to illustrate my point; then I will return to your initial question.

If you compare the INFPs on this blog to the ENFPs, you will notice that the INFP’s Fi is often very prominent and “runs the show.” This is also true with real life INFPs, who as judging dominants, have and express very strong opinions. Since they are in contact with their inner self most of the time, they often know what they like and dislike, what they want to do or refuse to do, and how they FEEL about most things. There is rarely indecision on that point, especially when it comes to the strength of their inner moral focus.

While I have extremely strong opinions in a few areas, in the broader scope of reality, I am far more indecisive and disconnected from my feelings, to the point where half the time, I rationalize them out with Te, or question my “right” to feel this way at all, rather than just use them. Something I admire about INFPs is they tend to be more decisive than I am, especially in their likes and dislikes. As a Ne-dom, my likes and dislikes can change from day to day.

An INFP I know had a fight with her friends once and door-slammed all of them. She knew how she felt, that they were dissing her opinions and not respecting her true self, and after she had enough, she was done. And she did not waffle on that decision. She just quit. She made up with them much later on, but only after her temper cooled, and she had space and time to mature in her own way (and they matured also). She knew what she wanted: them gone. For now.

I complained the other day to my mother about Elizabeth of York in Philippa Gregory’s novel / miniseries, The White Princess. She is so indecisive. She changes her mind from one chapter to the next about who she is, what she wants, and answers “I don’t know” to half the questions posed to her. Some days she likes her husband, some days she doesn’t; she intends to give up on him, then turns around and falls for him again. It’s seriously annoying.

Once I got done with my rant, my mother smiled and said, “So she’s basically you, in literary form.”

Gee, thanks mom.

My mouth hung open for a couple of seconds, while my Fi had a little tantrum, and then my Te immediately snapped in and I went: “I guess. But I’d make a BAD heroine. Heroines need to be decisive! Books need plots! Heroines need to know what they want, or at least figure it out, and get there, not be lost in indecision! The plot must move forward!”

Unlike me. =P

Ne-dom makes me changeable. And it annoys me. One day, I might want this. The next day, I might not. One day, I might decide that this friend sucks. The next day, I might think I was wrong and they’re awesome. They did not change. My Ne flipped the situation around for a different perspective. It runs right over my Fi and what it wants, all the time. This means that I either do not KNOW what I want or cannot ADMIT to myself what I want, nor give myself permission to want it. It annoys me, it annoys my parents, it annoys my friends, and it annoys my cat. But that’s how it is.

I WISH I had some Fi to haul Ne’s ass into a chair and decide: NOPE. But no, instead Ne hauls me around with Fi going “Um… I don’t know how I feel yet?”

But anyway, rant aside: back to your question.

How do I see Si and Te in me?

I see Te a lot when I ‘temporarily loop’ in order to avoid dealing with my feelings. I do not LIKE my feelings. I consider them a major pain in the butt. When my grandpa died, I was a wreck before it happened. I didn’t even know him that well, but it took him a long time to die. His organs slowly shut down. I was so immersed in the pain of what was happening to my loved ones, that I cried way more than any of them. But after his death, my Te immediately kicked in. Mom wanted to clear out his house. Like, immediately. That’s how she copes.

So we did. I put aside my emotions, went into that house, and went through all my grandparents’ stuff. We filled a dumpster. I organized everything we decided to keep in piles for the family to choose from after the funeral. A lot of my decisions were people-motivated – my cousins loved playing these games with Grandma. Shall we keep them? I’ll make sure they have all the pieces and put them in nice piles. I did the funeral video. Everyone needs a Ne-dom for that. It wasn’t just about Grandpa, it was about his life. His dreams. His parents. The culture he grew up in. I managed the voice-over, without falling to pieces.

And then, I moved on.

My Si is very poor. I may be adverse to CHANGE when people announce it (and I have to deal with it a lot, my parents literally cannot live six months without changing their house around, the yard, etc) but I am not stuck in the past. Half the time it never comes to my mind. The past flows beyond me. A day can seem a week ago, and three years ago can seem like yesterday. I gaped when a friend showed me a picture recently with 2014 stamped on the bottom. That was that long ago!? My grasp on time sucks. My awareness of time sucks. My own carelessness with time… sucks. A Si-friend recently said, “You should take more pictures with your cat. You will want them when she’s eventually gone.”

I stared at her. “I will?”

See, I don’t think like that. When people, places, things, are gone, I miss them. I love them. I still think about them sometimes, but they are gone. I do not pour over pictures. I do not sit and endlessly talk about the past. I do not want to think about the past. I moved on.

Sometimes, people tell me I should slow down, or take more time with that, since they do not want me to “look back one day, and regret this moment.”

Thing is, that probably won’t happen. I rarely go back.

Unless I hurt someone badly, and never received their forgiveness, or am beating myself up about something I should have done to stop something bad from happening, I don’t look back and regret. You cannot drive a car staring into your rear view mirror. In that way, I am careless. But I don’t know how to NOT be careless. Things matter right now, and then they’re gone. I loved that show, but it’s canceled. There’s new stuff to watch. I take in so much of it (as a Ne-dom), only a few things stick longer than six months.

And sometimes, I desperately want them to stick. I sit with someone or something loving it, immersed in its beauty, and think, “How can I hold onto it? I already feel it slipping away! WHY CAN’T I APPRECIATE THIS MORE?”

Inferior Si.

This is going to sound weird, because it is weird. But, under stress… I start obsessively tinkering with sensory elements. I’ve been editing and rewriting a book for what seems like forever (forever to me is four months, but I don’t want to talk about how this is the eighth draft of the fourth version of this book in two years) which is very tedious, Si-driven work. My Te is happy to help out with deadlines, and charts, and word counts, and I have a nice little sheet of paper with things marked on it, where I enter my progress each day to keep myself motivated. But I swear on my soul, yesterday when I opened the file, my Si went nuts and said: I don’t like this font. It curls funny. Change it.

So I did.

And then I sat there for at least ten minutes, changing the font, again and again, then the sizing several times. I printed out a page to see how it will look in book form, then promptly forgot which configuration I used (poor Si!) and had to print several more sheets in different sizes. I never did figure out which was the font and what size I used for that first sheet. (Shame, I like it the best.) Then I resized the file across my screen, to try and get the font to ‘curl’ how I like it, so I could read it. I cannot read it, unless it’s the right size. And font. And I must edit so there are no paragraphs that end with one word on the next line.

(Are you laughing yet? Is that not pathetic? Welcome to my life.)

Screw inferior Si. It’s bullshit.

I never know how to say this without hurting feelings but… Fi-doms are sensitive and since INFPs have higher Si, they do not forgive you fast.

Think about two terrific insults against NFPs (from future husbands) in literature and compare them to how you process things.

Gilbert Blythe pulls Anne Shirley’s braid and calls her carrots. The little INFP smashes her slate against his head and screams at him in class. She then tells Diana “the iron has entered my soul: I shall never forgive him,” and proceeds to ignore him, compete with him, and refuse to speak to him. For years. Gibert has to grovel to get on her good side, many times. She is super sensitive and her emotions flare up immediately. “You hurt me EXCRUCIATINGLY,” she says. She means it. He DID.

Mr. Darcy insults Lizzie’s appearance (she is not handsome enough to tempt me into a dance – ie, she’s not that pretty) in Pride & Prejudice. ENFP Lizzie gapes at him, then promptly turns it into a joke. She never brings it up again. She’s mad, but more mad about what he does to Jane than his insult. She finally confronts him when he proposes, but not about that. No, it was not the insult that hit her; it was the impression she formed of his character, based on it. And when he writes her a letter that basically calls out her family for being loud, obnoxious, inappropriate trash, she is pissed but has enough high Te to realize: he has every right to feel that way about us, based on what he saw. Once she realizes WHY he thinks how he does, her anger cools. And her mind changes about him. The anger dissipates.

Did he hurt her? Sure. Deeply? Not so much.

Someone walked up to my INFP the other day and insulted her appearance. It hurt. A lot. She will probably never speak to him again.

A person insulted me to my face at dinner a few years ago. He basically implied the people I work with and the caliber of their work is poor, and I should do a better job selecting the material we work on together. (IE: Wow, you suck.) I bitch-slapped him good with a Te-snarl comeback and … promptly moved on. I was mildly annoyed by it, and it certainly colored our interactions from that point on, but I wasn’t hurt by it so much as annoyed. We stayed “friends.”

I can count the number of times people have actually hurt my feelings on one hand. My Te is strong.

How do I know this?

I’m one of the first people to come up with a rational, non-emotional “fix it” to problems. I often discount my own feelings or put them aside entirely, to get a job done. I remember one time, a friend PM’d me after I wrote a movie review and said, “But did you LIKE it?? You wrote an excellent review, but it was so non-emotional I don’t even know what YOU thought of it.” I criticized the poor elements and talked about the good ones, but there was none of “me” there.

I admit, I was a little more emotionally reactive as a child / young teeanger, but Fi still wasn’t running the show. Most Fi-dom children are very sensitive. When asked what I was like, various family members (without consulting one another) have laughed and said, “Your focus was on being a comedian. You wanted to make people laugh. But you were not especially emotional.”

I’m not. It’s true. Sometimes to my own determent.

- ENFP Mod

PS: If you get to the end of this certain you are an NFP, but you don’t know what you do in a situation in order to compare it to Lizzie or Anne’s emotional reactions, congrats: that’s shitastic inferior Si. You are an indecisive Ne-dom.

#question #enfp #infp #enfp x infp #mbti