#drives ne NUTS

[hoeakawasupreme]

Ryoji from NGE. I hate him but I’d fuck him

#9 episodes into my first ever watch of NGE #it’s driving ne nuts a lil bit ngl

[astrit-e]

I love the fact Leo is the leader in the zodiacs. I can hear Aries's jealousy from a far. Also, he reminds me of Loke from Fairy Tail who is also the leader of the Zodiacs.

But Leo is more interesting than Loke

It's funny because Leo was always going to be one of the main two characters and it's mostly because he was inspired by my grandmother, who is a Leo. She's very family oriented and the head of the family. However, it wasn't until I watched fairy tail that it dawned on me that I never considered the fact that there should be a leader for the zodiacs as it's a team. Since Leo was already one of the main two characters I made him the leader + of what happens in the story that fit better.

Initially, however, before I made this choice Aries was the leader but due to me doing more research and realizing how erratic Aries's personality was it didn't seem like a good idea to have him as a leader also the fact that Zeus would do everything in his power to get him to not be the leader of the zodiac, most for personal reasons.

So, in that aspect, his position was inspired by Loke, but they are completely different character-wise and even personality-wise.

Aries and Leo while they are best friends they are complete opposites, but this is like any relationship really, in the beginning, you guys can be similar but over time can change because lives can be different, but that doesn't mean you stop being their friend. However, that also doesn't mean resentment or other feelings cant grow as well.

Aries is more prone to being hot-headed and angry, nor does he actually think stuff through, impulsive. Aries enjoy killing and fighting, for Leo it's more of an instinctual thing as he is technically a Lion and those deep-rooted animalistic behaviors show. He can also be silly, exaggerate things, and be dimwitted. He basically has two brain cells and they're fighting each other. Leo on the other hand if it has nothing to do with Herakles he's very tactical, organized, and can read the room. He's a lot more patient than Aries but when he does get angry it's much harder to calm him down than Aries. Leo is very much the fatherly figure type while Aries is along the lines of a dad who tries to be your friend. All in all, they're a giant gap of maturity between the two Leo was quicker at making the gap bigger. Aries's jealousy isn't necessarily due to Leo himself bec he also has feelings of jealousy toward his sister, Athena. He's constantly told she's better than him. Well, if I were in his shoes I would also be jealous or angry, being compared to others constantly isn't a good feeling.

#(P.S: I don't like fairy tail mostly bec there is a lot of writing tropes within the story that I absolutely hate and on top of that they ne #they're just kinda there. It's the “idea of them” rather than anything more #you don't know if they're based off of the myths or astrology personalities as they do a bit of both kinda not really #or if they are just like any other character with the title of the zodiac but then at that point what's the point??? #idk big ich. it's the same with any other zodiac-themed anime they're just “there” and never expand on them and it drives me nuts) #astrite #original comic #zodiac #original character #zodiac signs #anime #original #ask me stuff #asks open #ask box #doodle #comic #leo #aries

[theminecraftbee]

There’s a flier someone’s left on the bus. Something shaming a—company logo he doesn’t recognize, as he shoves it aside to grab the last seat in the back that usually means he and Gem don’t have to sit next to anyone else—for “desecration of the Carrows Life”. Alright; with a logo and a slogan like that, it’s either a religious nut job or one of the people real mad at the Church about the demons.

Yeah, sure. He’s exhausted. Impulse can’t really bring himself to care about neon-yellow fliers in the dead of night on the bus.

Just another hour and practically every single stop down the line, and he’ll be home. He’s glad there’s a late-night bus down here; enough people come and go from these streets at two am that they make some poor bus driver do the route.

Next to him, Gem grumbles as she removes her makeup. “Impulse, why do I keep getting the waterproof kind?”

“Hard to dance and still look good if it doesn’t stand up to sweat,” Impulse says, settling into his seat as the bus starts moving again. “Don’t see why that should make it that much harder to remove, unless you’re sweating acetone these days, but they don’t pay me to know how your makeup works.”

“No, they pay you to be your stupid big protective butt. You absolutely know how my makeup works,” Gem says.

“You could wait until we aren’t on a moving bus to take it off?” Impulse offers.

“Nah. I need something to do so I don’t fall asleep, and I’m not opening my other bag until we’re both safely at home.”

“Yeah, fair,” Impulse says, not glancing at it for too long. Gem had a good night tonight. Sometimes, he’s jealous of the nights she has; the amount people are willing to throw at her sometimes is insane. Most of the time, though, he’s just glad he’s paid a regular salary to stand in the corner and occasionally show people exactly why he’s so big if they act up.

(Someone’s got to do it.)

The doors open. The unmistakeable smell of someone on way, way too much weed wafts through the doors. Impulse sighs. There’s a reason they sit in the back.

“What are the odds we get lucky and get home early?” Gem says. “My knee hurts.”

Impulse looks at her sharply. “You didn’t say anything during the show.”

Gem laughs. “Relax, relax. Not that bad. Nothing a bit of icyhot won’t solve, or one of your little…” She wiggles her fingers.

“You need to tell me these things before you dance on them, Gem,” Impulse says. “One of these days, I won’t be able to fix it! Then what are you gonna do about your knee, huh?”

“Uhuh. And the bruise on your face…?”

“He was drunk,” Impulse says. “It’s barely a scratch. Or, uh, well, it’s a bruise, but…”

“If I were any good at healing,” Gem says.

“I’ll ice it!” Impulse says, putting his hands up. “Besides, I don’t need my face to do my job. Might make guys respect me more?”

The bus stops. A few more people get on. There’s a bit of shouting from a drunk guy, and it makes Impulse look up on instinct, both his and Gem’s awareness hovering around their bag. Gem has a nasty curse on it if anyone but her tries to grab it, but these days…

The drunkard isn’t looking their way. He settles down again. Impulse doesn’t.

“One day, one of us will get a car, and we’ll just drive,” Impulse mutters.

“And pay for parking?” Gem asks.

“Well, it’s the thought that counts,” Impulse says.

The bus stops. Impulse looks up at the sign, just to make sure they aren’t near their stop. They aren’t. He almost looks down.

There’s a feeling in his gut. He doesn’t ignore gut feelings after as long as he’s been doing what he does. He puts a hand in his jacket. He doesn’t actually carry a gun; people think he does, but he’s fairly effective at threatening without it, and if all else fails, he does have a thick vest he’d bought with his own money after the only time he’d been shot. It had taken all of his savings, but it had been worth it.

He curls his fingers instead around the lucky charm Gem had given him after they’d become roommates and tries to focus on the feeling. There's something scraping nearby. A horrible scraping, like talons against brick, or maybe more like death clawing against soil.

The bus starts moving again. The drunks stay drunk. The fellow exhausted club and bar workers stay exhausted. The guy who’s high out of his mind doesn’t even blink.

A woman who had gotten on the bus, though, approaches them. Gem stiffens. Impulse is hyper-aware of the bag full of the night’s tips that Gem has with her.

“Hello. Sorry for interrupting,” the woman says. She’s tall. She has long, light brown hair that she hasn’t tied back. She’s wearing a long overcoat. It looks second-hand, but not properly so, like it’s being worn by someone who doesn’t quite know how to fit into second-hand clothes, or perhaps doesn’t quite know how not to fit.

There's bruises on her face, too. A split lip and a black eye and a bit of blood on the collar of her shirt.

"You look lost," Impulse says without thinking. The woman blinks.

"Oh! Yes, I suppose you could say that," she says. "That's..."

Impulse slowly takes his hand out of his jacket. Her voice is even more lost, somehow. Impeccably put-together. Very hard to read. But Impulse, he has to read people for a living, and this is a woman who is lost.

"I was just here because you two look the most aware and fit on the bus," she says.

"Oh, I'm not all that fit," Gem lies to the woman's face. "I mean, just look at me! I'm delicate!"

Impulse has seen Gem's abs. She's not delicate, she just puts on a show of being—still not delicate, actually, but the kind of not-delicate men like, not the kind of not-delicate she actually is. It's a fine line.

The woman raises an eyebrow. "Okay," she says. "I'm just—there are demons. Not far. I got away from them, but they might be following you."

"They're following you?" says Gem.

"Shhh," says the woman.

"Fine," Impulse says. "They're following you. Why? And why did you get on the bus?"

The woman is silent for a moment. "I don't think they'll catch up to us," she says. "I don't—I don't have another place to go back to, right now. I'm a bit... I don't mean to put anyone in danger. You two are the most fit looking people on here, is all. If danger did happen..."

Impulse feels something in him crack. He looks at Gem. It wouldn't be the first time the two of them have helped someone down on their luck off the streets. Of course, it's not entirely out of the goodness of their hearts, all the time, but, well, Impulse is still Impulse and Gem puts up with it and this world doesn't work if people don't help each other, Impulse has always said.

Gem shrugs and nods.

"Sit down. You can get off at our stop. My name's Gem, by the way."

The woman, slowly, sits down in a seat across from them.

"Impulse," Impulse says.

The woman opens her mouth. The woman closes it. "You can call me Griba," she says, finally.

Impulse quirks an eyebrow. "I can call you?"

"Hey, that sounds like—wasn't there someone with a name like that on the news recently?" Gem says.

The woman grimaces. "You could say that," she says.

Gem and Impulse look at each other. They look back at the woman. "Fine then. Keep your secrets," Gem says imperiously, and her tone works, because it makes—Griba, Impulse supposes, until she wants to give them her real name—laugh.

"At least until we find out if the demons get me," she says agreeably.

The bus stops again. They all tense. One person gets off and no one gets on. The bus starts moving again.

"One of these days," Impulse mutters.

"You've got to finish the sentence," Gem says. "Don't leave me hanging like that!"

"Is this an ongoing thing?" Griba says, and they continue onwards together.

#a bee fic #last days talk #not tagging with the characters both to preserve the (very thin) mystery of who one of these is #and because there are some adult implications here i don't necessarily want in the main tags #anyway. for anyone wondering what i'd do with a last days sequel: something like this. #mentions of alcohol #mentions of drugs #also for the record. the way... griba... enters this story is an intentional parallel with how she does it in last days #however changed because she's changed as a character and that's a large part of what this story would be about

[coolfire333]

Ok but the constant mentions of “neo” and “power” in undertale/deltarune are driving me nuts, especially when the two are related to each other. From the regular Spamton neo fight alone we have:

“THIS POWER IS FREEDOM.“

“3X THE [Fire]POWER. 2X THE [Water]POWER”

“LOOK AT THE [Power of NEO]”

“[The Smooth Taste Of] NEO”

“NO!!! NO!!! NE-O!! KRIS!! YOUR [Deal] HAS FAILED!! [NEO] NEVER LOSES!!”

“With a power like that...“

And in the snowgrave fight:

“THANKS TO YOUR [Total Jackass stunts] I HAVE [Becomed] NEO”

“BUT IN A [1 for 1] BATTLE, NEO NEVER LOSES!!!”

“IT'S TIME FOR A LITTLE [Bluelight Specil]. DIDN'T YOU KNOW [Neo] IS FAMOUS FOR ITS HIGH DEFENSE!?”

(YOU WON'T FIND HIGHER ATTACK AND DEFENSE ANYWHERE ELSE!!! THE SMOOTH TASTE OF NEO "WAKE UP AND TASTE THE PAIN".)

(Spamton Neo's ATTACK dropped! Spamton Neo's DEFENSE rose greatly!)

(Spamton NEO recovered HP with Pipis!)

(Spamton NEO's DEFENSE is towering.)

Then more with the Mettaton ex fight:

“Witness the true power of humanity's star!”

(With the last of your power, you posed dramatically. The audience screams.)

Mettaton before the neo fight also brags about his new body, calling it “MY TRUE FORM!”

Swatch also mentions the “power” of the neo form:

“The Lightner filled it with their own hope, giving it an incredible power.”

“And thought he could use its power to fulfill his own twisted dreams.”

Queen has this line:

“She Will Create A Neo Dark Fountain”

And there’s also these two lines from the Jevil fight:

(JEVIL's upcoming move got powered up!)

“THE TRUE AND NEO CHAOS!”

This line Rouxls says before he turns to stone in chapter 2 also very much interests me:

“The REALE power of Rouxls Kaard...!!!”

So much association of the word “power” with being “neo,” whatever being “neo” means. Mettaton neo’s battle theme is even called Power of “NEO,” with neo oddly enough being in quotes, much like how Spamton sometimes (but not always) says "neo” in brackets, and the Japanese translation of BIG SHOT also references Power of “NEO” by being titled Power of [[BIG]].

There’s also the fact that “neo” is mostly written in all caps, but sometimes only the n is capitalized...an odd distinction, and there doesn’t seem to be a clear reason as to why one writing of neo is used over the other at various times. 

Sometimes, Spamton even keeps “neo” in all caps in the brackets, which is odd because he doesn’t speak in all capitals for phrases in the brackets, he usually either capitalizes Every First Letter like Queen does or he uses normal caps and punctuation (except for a few times in his neo form and a few times where he uses all caps for one or two words for emphasis before going back to normal capitalization) 

The repeated mentioning of the “high attack and defense” of both Mettaton neo and Spamton neo, as well as Spamton neo’s trading of higher attack power for more defense and the ability to heal himself in the weird route is also interesting, especially since this “high attack and defense” seems misleading as Mettaton neo can be killed in one hit, and although Spamton neo is immune to being killed by Kris, he is easily frozen in one turn by Noelle’s spells.

And the way it’s phrased in so many of these instances makes “neo” seem like a noun, like something tangible and not just an adjective for something new and powerful. What is neo in these contexts? What does “neo” exactly mean?

Not related to “neo” or “power” but there’s also these moments from the snowgrave Spamton neo fight, Rouxl’s thrash mashine battle, and in the Mettaton ex fight:

Spamton: “NOT!!!”

Rouxls Kaard: “NOT!!”

Mettaton: “ ...NOT!!!”

Interesting.

Also, has anyone mentioned that Mettaton speaks in all caps in his normal box form? He only uses regular capitalization for sentences during his diary entries and when he becomes Mettaton ex, but at the end of the fight he then switches back to all caps. Mettaton neo never stops using all caps. I still don’t know what all of this means but I feel like that’s worth mentioning.

#deltarune #spamton #mettaton #jevil #deltarune queen #swatch #rouxls kaard #text post #talking #long post

[aristotels]

I cannot deal with watching hdz win again..why the fuck do people keep choosing them? it's gonna drive me nuts

ćaća sestra i tri rođaka su in zaposleni u državnoj službi pa ne smiju ostat bez radnog mista

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

Hi, Em! I was wondering if you would help me find my type. I know I’m definitely a feeler and an introvert, and I think I use Si/Ne over Se/Ni. But, I’m torn between which one is stronger, and whether I use Fe or Fi. Some of the main complaints I’ve gotten from my family are that I tend to make snap judgments about people (which soften over time) and that I can be a bit of a pushover. For example, when I was a teenager, an immediate family member was diagnosed with some health issues (1/7)

and ever since then, I’ve taken on quite a few of their responsibilities. It didn’t feel right that others should have to give up their plans when I knew perfectly well that there was nothing for me in the town we were living in at the time. The same went for dating for a long time. I already knew that the man I’m going to marry didn’t live in that state, so why waste my time? I had better things to do than go out with guys just for the sake of it. It wasn’t until after I moved and met (2/7)

someone (albeit not how I would have chosen), that I even considered a romantic relationship. That attitude is largely why my mother has always considered me the more practical of my sisters; even though I don’t always share my opinions, I’ve always had a mind of my own, and it’s hard to blend. I can be invisible, but I can’t blend. For all that, I can be incredibly sensitive, and take comments by my close friends and family to heart, even when it’s not intended to be taken seriously. (3/7)

I can be INCREDIBLY conflict avoidant, and usually if I’m in a meeting or situation where I strongly disagree with the general consensus, it’s hard not to just quietly keep doing what I want until I’m noticed. When people do ask for my opinion, and I know that they really want it, I can give it to them pretty plainly. I’ve also had friends tell me that I can be surprisingly pragmatic about some issues, especially if I feel like I already know the answer. But, when I’m still making up my (4/7)

mind, it can be a bit more hazy. I can fall into rabbit trails, and even though I’m one of the more practical of my friends, I don’t always get the point across concisely enough for some. It’s not intentional, it just seems as though the more we start talking (or writing) about something, the more I see different ways of looking at it. I have several hobbies, but tend to stick to rather “mindless” projects within them. For example, I enjoy crocheting, but I like to stick to things like (5/7)

scarves or blankets, so my hands are busy while my mind is free to focus. The same with baking, I don’t have the patience to spend all this time on decorating. It’s just going to be eaten, anyway. This tendency has led to some frustration from my dad, who is always pushing to beat his own records. I’d say the people that drive me nuts the most would fall into one of two categories, those who are overbearing and arrogant, and those who are charming at the cost of their sense of self. (6/7)

I almost didn’t become friends with someone who is now one of my closest friends because of this. He was so charming and complimentary, I had a hard time believing he was sincere! Hopefully this is the right information you need and has enough examples, thanks!! (7/7)

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Hi anon! I actually think you’re an ISFP.

I think most people make some degree of snap judgments about others, but high Ne users are typically the exception. Being a pushover is common for a lot of introverts who are feelers, especially when younger.

The second part is where I started to think Fi, because while you’re doing things for others it’s very much motivated by your own interests - I don’t think you would have put people first in the same way had you been living somewhere where you had more to do for yourself. Having a mind of one’s own is true of everyone but individualism is often associated with high Fi, as is difficulty blending in.

Sensitivity is often true of feelers in general, and conflict avoidance is pretty strong in the perceivers - IxFJs can be conflict avoidant but often that’s the high degree of overlap with enneagram 6 or 9. The fact that you will give your opinion and have a reputation for pragmatism feels very indicative of Fi and Se to me as well.

I think the part about going down various paths is interesting but what stands out to me is that you don’t really do this automatically, the way a high Ne user does; it’s something you find through doing and engaging higher thinking. The same goes with hobbies; it sounds like you’re interested in the experience and the tactile, but not the extra aesthetics or out of a sense of competition.

The clincher for me on Fi is the dislike of charming at the cost of self; that type of charm is something I associate heavily with Fe, so this feels like you don’t use that. Which in turn is what made me seriously consider Se in the end. I’d also note this just doesn’t feel like an Ne writing style, which is never to be fair a guarantee - people often think through their questions and edit them - but this has a directness I tend to see with the Ni-Se axis.

#answered #Anonymous #mbti #isfp

[most-mistreated-characters]

We can confirm Papyrus for most mistreated just by the sheer fact that you, poll runner, put him up against Hunter in the first round (pensive emoji) To be fair to him (and us, the Papyrus enjoyers) he put up a hell of a fight. The difference in Hunter and Papyrus' fandom experience is night and day. Hunter is beloved. Hunter is celebrated. People HC he is neurodivergent and it is used to elevate him.

Papyrus, intentionally or not, is written like he's neurodivergent and the fandom took one look at him and for the last nearly 8 years has decided he need to be murdered to further his brother's angst-overfilled storylines, or that he's too stupid to live and is taken advantage of, or that people aren't allowed to swear around him or telling him his poorly cooked spaghetti is bad because otherwise Sans Will Kill You. Like as someone who reads Papyrus/reader inserts, it drives me fucking nuts, it's ALL reverse harems focused on Sans. The ones that don't are shit like. Fucking. Sans threatens to kill you if you even date Papyrus. Sans threatens you with his eyes from across the room if you dare even THINK to suggest Papyrus' spaghetti could be improved.

A trope I have seen on more than one occasion is these shitty reverse harem fics tagging it for Papyrus/reader romance and then they have Papyrus say he's ace and he just fucking ceases to exist. Horrortale Papyrus is meant to be the same as UT Papyrus but he gets a different ending that goes wrong. On at least one occasion in these terrible fics where Papyrus says "I'm Ace" and then ne does the peace sign and fades away, horror Papyrus is also there and even though the FIC ACKNOWLEDGED THEY SHOULD BE THE SAME, THEY SAID HORROR PAPYRUS WASN'T ACE "ANYMORE" which just proves people put often make classic Papyrus ace to kick him out of the big kids romance room, which as an ace person pisses me off.

One of my favorite fics ever involves the world being reset after the reader develops a relationship with him and suddenly it's a murder run and reader remembers Papyrus exists so they go into the mountain and are helping SANS FIGHT FRISK???? And there's like one fucking chapter left and we don't even get to see the reader rebuild their relationship with Papyrus after the reset, it's just "That was fun NOW TIME FOR SANS GLOWY MURDER EYE WEEEEE"

And that's one of my favorites. One of the most popular fics in the fandom is literally Papyrus being tortured by Flowey to make him "less innocent" so he can get into the royal guard.

I did a count of all the major endings in UT and out of roughly 18 major endings 9 of them involve Papyrus being dead or very sad (two sad, 7 dead)

Papyrus deserves to return.

no need to blame me. i do not hate papyrus so much that i put him against a character in the first round i knew he would lose to. dont know what you're getting at here but see what i did was put some unpopular fandom characters against popular fandom characters and some popular fandom characters against other popular fandom characters. so undertale, popular, against the owl house, also popular. im not an undertale fan so i knew nothing about papyrus, i also new nothing about hunter. i knew "popular fandoms" and put em against each other. sorry bud. root for papyrus in the redemptions.

#mistreated answers

[hirunoka]

Me: coming to your blog because of SRK

Also me: Sees movies she needs to see with him

Also me: How do I get over Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi? 😭

First of all, welcome! 😁 🌸

And oh my, there is no getting over Kal Ho Naa Ho, Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi and much more 😭 Also there are some SRK movies I need to watch, as well. I've been searching for Darr everywhere, for example, but I couldn't find it and it drives me nuts.

By the way, yesterday I said: "Okay, let's rewatch some of his movies, and also watch some movies I haven't seen. Like Baazigar and Aśoka. Hmm. I think I'll rewatch Main Hoon Na today, but just the half of it so I can have enough time to watch Baazigar."

Then I started rewatching Main Hoon Na, and I just couldn't help but watch the whole movie, because SRK is magic like that... 😂❤ Ram is so adorable!

Today I woke up, said: "Okay! I'll wath Baazigar today, but I'll watch half of the Chennai Express first." and as you can guess, now I'm rewatching Chennai Express and seems like I won't be able to stop until it's finished. It's like a vicious circle😅

Which SRK movies are you planning to see eventually? 🌸

#eisy speaks #shahrukh khan #srk #bollywood #shah rukh khan

[funkymbtifiction]

I’m starting to think majority of the people in my work force are SJs especially since it’s an office job that majority of Sjs gravitate towards. But how do I know the difference between the SFJ and STJ without knowing them personally? It’s a bit difficult to know the difference since most STJ 9s come off super sweet where I confuse them for SFJs.

My experience with 9/ITJs is pleasantness, but it doesn't neuter their preference for factual information and efficiency at all. SFJs are more people-oriented, and STJs are more task-oriented, if that helps.

From an observation view and based on things our facilitator says, she talks about things that happened in the past mainly about her family, but she also says facts are facts and follows the book I’m starting to think she’s an ESTJ 7 which I know she’s a 7 because her motto is to have fun and participate!

That would be an interesting (and rare) combo, but would make a fun time at the office. Does she fit the traditional ETJ behaviors? I could see this sort of pairing as diminishing the "scattered, unfocused, can't finish anything" nature of 7-ness, because ETJs are dominant judging types who want to see their ideas actualized in the world.

Would being a 7 TJ make them less strict and softer? since most of them happen to be so bossy and direct.

They'd be insistent on maintaining "a happy" mood around the office and being positive, wouldn't like naysayers or those who throw cold water on their ideas, need stimulation and activity and to keep things light and cheerful. And the instant re-framing and suppression of their emotions in favor of a positive and confident self-outlook.

She’s notices changes in facial expressions and body language but also doesn’t like to figure out complex things and tells us we’re making things way more complicated than it is. From the beginning of our training she told us what helps her remember things is by writing down them and pinning them on the wall so we can remember it too and doing it again and again. When the power went out in her others people’s homes she thought maybe their computers would still work since hers was still working. If thinking something works for you works for everybody be a sign of someone with a high Si function and always talking about their past experiences?

This isn't enough to go on, other than she seems sensor-ish, and yes, it could be SJ.

Would you think that people who come up with different scenarios and continue thinking of “what ifs” of a situation would be 6 or Ne based?

Ne if there's no negativity attached to it; 6 if it's actively fearful. (In other words, Ne: here's the six ways we could do this project, vs 6 here's the six ways this could end badly.)

And to be honest, Charity, what work force would be great for us Ne doms? Office jobs in my area make the most money with no college degree but I have to remember so many details and that’s what’s driving me nuts so it’s challenge I’ll take on but I also wanted to know what you think.

You're an ENTP, right? Something in marketing would probably be a better fit for you, since Ne/Fe is pretty good at figuring out how to appeal to people and bring them on board a business or a project, but it doesn't involve a huge amount of follow through, especially if you can hand over the rote detail work to someone else. ENTPs can be pretty good "people-people," so it's better if they're not stuck at a desk but are actively working toward something that they can see come to fruition quickly, rather than that takes forever or seems like it's going nowhere. (Endless numbers and data vs. "we just put up this building on First Street!").

#question #mbti

[game-boy-pocket]

Ah... that little bit of color bleeding. That's definitely an RF cable video signal alright. the TV my Grandma had would make it even more intense, you could barely make out Mario's face in Super Mario RPG. I know it should drive me nuts and I should seek out an AV cable for the SNES or something. But that little bit of color bleeding hits me with nostalgia a lot harder than any clean high definition PNGs of 16 bit Mario sprites ever could.

I've replayed my childhood games so many times and so frequently that I never really gave the games a chance to go through the whole "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" phase. I kept playing them, just on more advanced hardware. There are only very specific things that make me feel actual nostalgia in relation to video games.

I hate the way people use the word nostalgia when talking about video games. It's usually meant in a negative or reductive way and I just can't relate to it. The games that are still celebrated today are great with or without the nostalgia, and this is also true of some less celebrated games. But the games themselves don't create the nostalgia for me. There's always got to be something else augmenting it. You put one of my favorite childhood games in front of me on a high def LCD screen and i'll have a good time with it ( adjusting to input lag not withstanding ) but it won't turn me into the villain from ratatouille at the movie's climax. Nah, it's always something else that does that. The color bleed in the case of SMW and SMRPG specifically. For pokemon, it was playing red and blue using pokemon stadium's gameboy tower or catching the TV show really early in the morning. For oldschool NES games, it's playing specifically on a Wii, a Gamecube, or immediately watching one of those DiC cartoons afterward, since my life was playing my NES arcade in the basement of Animal Crossing and then throwing on some super mario bros. super show DVDs as I eagerly awaited the shout factory's release of Zelda.

I'm rambling at this point. I missed playing on the real deal. And I have an appetite for more, after I get an everdrive for this thing, i'll start saving for a real NES. I have less nostalgia for an NES than I do a SNES, but it's there, and at any rate, I'd like to finally stand a chance at beating Mike Tyson.

#pocket plays #probably not gonna do any full play throughs of the actual carts #I want to put a little wear and tear on this thing as possible #it's been through a lot #gonna wait till i get an everdrive #besides that i'm still doing my Nintendo power run #i got a ways to go before I get to SNES

[antvnger]

🎵Bob: How 'bout a French poodle? It's very smart and curly.

Larry: Je ne parle pas francais. I hear they wake up early.

Bob: Maybe Dalmatian. It rides around on fire trucks.

Larry: Those spots make me dizzy. Those sirens drive me nuts.

Bob: You like chihuahua. It's as tiny as can be.

Larry: Sí señor, it's mucho small. I might squish it accidentally.

Bob: Okay, a Great Dane. It's really, really big.

Larry: Yeah, but feeding it, and feeding it would become my only gig.🎵

Bob: Uh oh, that wouldn't be good.

#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #🥒🍅anon #rocking out to veggietales like the good ol days #veggietales #ant man #antman

[eb-the-gamer]

🐸

(SPOILER STORY FOR AMPHIBIA, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

1- leaves rustled as they flittered through darkness. Anne felt weightless as she stared up at the darkness, twisting in a soundless wind. She was at a sad ease with her sacrifice for the worlds she loved.

 

 …

 

She waited as leaves, for a while, actually. The silence was deafening, if she had fingers, theyd have very much been tapping on whatever surface was handy.

 

She counted to herself.

 

1. 2.. 3... 4.... 5.....-

Wait. What if falling asleep was, the, final part of this?

 

Well, that woke her up with dread!

 

 ...

 

…if this is all that there is now, would it, really be all that bad? flying and only able to be leaves would drive her nuts eventually, and this was her end, unless she reincarnated like in one of Mar-

 

Her mind came to a full stop.

She thought some more.

She began to count.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her finger tapped?

"A..ne-"

 

She opened her eyes. It was blurry.

 

“Am I really baAGHK!" she choked as her vision focused. The robed creature laughed at its lantern.

 

“You Cant 'Go Back!'"

#amphiba #monster #monsters #story #text #spoilers #anne boonchuy #anne #death #afterworld #afterlife #matt braly #frogs #drifting #leaves #anne leaves #Anne and the afterworld #amphibia spoilers

[newxdiary]

--IS THAT YOU GOD?—

June 5, 2022

Coffee and Rock and Roll Time: 6:38 pm

Black Oak Arkansas, BLACK OAK ARKANSAS Ramones, ROAD TO RUIN Small Faces, OGDEN’S NUT GONE FLAKE

How did it go? Well, I think of that line from that one Bowie song, “Velvet Goldmine,” which goes: before there was rock, you only had God. I have been told that God is everywhere, so last night I thought: is that guy god? What about that one? There was a billboard that was up in the Portland area (and probably elsewhere) that read: IF YOU DIE, YOU WILL MEET GOD.

As I drove into RCC, just a few blocks away from the base, a man waved at me to get my attention, and then he gave me the finger. Was that God? It would make sense. He was a skinny hippy-like guy, dressed as if he was ready to go hiking with grey collar length hair that was curly and kind of garnished his glasses. Not the impressive fashions of a legendary epiphany, but if he didn’t inspire me to declare faith, he did provoke me to ask whether the people I encountered could be or couldn’t be God.  

So my next fare was a bartender heading into his shift. We drove from an apartment building on SE Morrison to NW Portland, near Radio Cab. Because of the Starlight Parade, we had to pick an alternate route. Near the end of the ride, while waiting at the light for the streetcar to pass, he asks me, “Do you want some mushrooms?” I clarified that he meant the exciting kinds of mushrooms. He said, “no, I got a baggie full of portabellas in my pocket.” I politely turned him down, but while he was offering, the song, “Cabbies on Crack” came on the cd player.

So, was he God? Perhaps if I took the mushrooms and worked the rest of my shift, I would have seen God.

I got taco bell up on 82nd av, this time the line was shorter but took less time. I got a burrito supreme and a chicken quesadilla. The kid who took my money and passed my food back through the window, asked me how much it would cost to get him home to NE 100th and Davis. I said it would cost him no more than $15 and that that was an conscientious overestimate. He said it was good to know. After driving off, I ate the burrito and quesadilla. The burrito was as small as the beefy 5 layer burrito and it fell apart as I ate it, staining my overalls and the steering wheel and emergency brake handle. So did the quesadilla.

Was this kid God?

I raced back to NW Glisan to take a fare from there up to Club Sinrock. As I pulled up, handi-capped guy I had driven before walks up. He’s not my fare and I feel bad having to turn him down. After 5 minutes, my fare doesn’t show or answer the phone (so fucked up that they don’t answer the phone) so, I leave. I’m on a one way, so I can’t just back up to the old guy who wanted a ride, so I circle the block. As I’m circling, an order pops up on the tablet in my zone that says, “Top Priority.” Well, I can’t circle and get the old guy now, so I accept the job. Turns out the job is, “JR” a fellow cab driver who wants a ride home after his shift. “JR” is affable, and he pays drivers appropriately, but he is in anyone’s estimation, an asshole. There is no rationale in a sacred universe, or this profane one, that he should be considered a “Top Priority.”

I don’t know if the handicapped guy who I wanted to go back and get was God, but “JR” definitely isn’t.

As the night wore on, I forgot about my inquiry into the possibility of an epiphany amongst the people I meet driving cab, but I had my superstitions stoked all the same. If anyone had been God, I would put my money on the first guy who gave me the finger. Because I find it really easy to believe in God for the inconvenient, frustrating things.

Just before bar closing time, I get dispatched to pick up a wheelie out in Hillsboro and take it to NE 162nd. It will easily take me 45 minutes to an hour to do, and it did. It will be a large fare, but it will be paid on a credit card, and it was. It wasn’t even off the freeway, but nearly 6 miles down a suburban road that had a few construction zones. And it was a wheelie, which means I had to drive it extra careful. Just the thing to fuck with my sense of control. While I was driving, I was positive one of my regulars would call, towards the end of the ride, but at a point in which I would be asking them to wait way too long. Sure enough, just as I was turning onto NE 162nd from NE Glisan, “N” called. I had to be upfront with her and tell he there was no way I could get to her sooner than 25 minutes. She offered to wait, but then called back to say she got a ride with a coworker. I can’t blame her—nobody wants to spend 25 more minutes at work.

So, I drop off the wheelie. $83, (no tip) and all of the bar rush business has completely wound down. Now understand. These folks are out to entertain themselves. They picked a place that was 20 miles away from downtown Portland. $83 seems like a good fare, but not at the busiest time of night. Not when I have regular business that I might lose if I don’t continue to service consistently. Why did I do it? I was the only wheelchair van out last night.

Later, I picked up a man named Earl, on the corner of NE 10th and Couch. He told me my dispatcher was an asshole. Says he was told that we were closed for the rest of the night. Earl is a caustic, misogynistic night creature that one typically meets on the nightshift. I took him to Union Jacks once before. I didn’t like him then, but he didn’t bug me too much this time. Tipped well, and in cash, which was just what I needed at this moment.

Maybe Earl is God.

#diary of the the New Mr. X #diaries #ambitious projects. #people who live and work at night #cab drivers #diary #Lord have mercy on my soul #lord have mercy #god

[thefeminineurge]

waiting for the reply of the mail is way worse than writing it actually...

#i had been sending mails and mails all weekHSADDJSDJA and waiting the results #drives ne NUTS #i'll probably keep sending tho... but maybe to more low key organizations idk #we shall see #ece.txt #this reminds me that i really shoulve accepted that writing job... like i couldve done it #hm. do they make money from it yet

[soupkiddo]

Dear auditory hallucinations please let me go back to sleep sincerely I am going to kill the little man with a hammer who keeps banging on the inside of my skull

#why does tbis happebing #i have plaaannns tomorrowwww #ive veen getting these stupid hallucinations all evening and theyte driving me nuts #just the sound of sometbing banging on metal 3 times every 30 seconds or so #and nobody is banging on metal #ut is making ne crazy i am so tired

[chiricocuvie]

Ya every just. Set ascensions so that everyone’s outfits are cohesive

#thank god i can three turn the ember gathering now #im spoiled its was driving ne nuts thats i couldnt in jp #fate grand order