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Self-Knowledge Questionnaire

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathise. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

For Tenderness:

The Darkest Truth About Love

On Charity

Loving and Being Loved

NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defences and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretence is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

For Neediness:

Why the Fear of Rejection Never Goes Away

On the Longing for Maternal Tenderness

How to Spend Time Alone

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

For Sensitivity:

Why We Should Draw More

Why Design Matters

On Good and Bad Taste

Tagged by: Saw it on my dash

Tagging: @chronodriven @eboyezreal and whoever would like to do it!

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS I  —   quotes pulled from the youtube series hosted by ryan bergara and shane madej. feel free to make alterations.

i’m gonna be so pissed off if we die. 

that sounds like a bad idea, and i love it.

if you’re gonna kill a bunch of people, you might as well have some fun with it.

this is what happens when people don’t have hobbies.

did you just call the demon a motherfucker?

i got a life-changing thing to tell you here.

we’re friends. it’s a friendship.

there’s something weird going on in this little town.

i’m about to die for the internet.

enough of you being a phony and a liar.

keep in mind we have to spend the night here.

this place is a living nightmare.

i was doing some heteronormative bullshit!

well, i think we can never show our faces here ever again.

doesn’t that sound great? wouldn’t’ you like to be haunted by me?

i’m gonna serve you up a fresh truth pancake.

maybe it’s about to get a whole lot weirder.

you’re my friend! i would be concerned if you disappeared!

i’m not gonna let you goad me into this, i know what you’re trying to do.

give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous.

can you just look a little bit worried?

i’m starting to think you want to die.

any extra time with you is a punishment.

you seem to be well-versed in the arts of sexual deviance.

sexiness is relative, motherfucker! 

i’d say about half of it i don’t remember doing.

did you just wink at me?

we’re just two guys sitting in a tub. 

i got so distracted by the tongue thing.

my fucking heart almost exploded, dude.

don’t just claim i killed jfk.

you know how much of a pyschopath you have to be to enjoy that?

your unrelenting skepticism is exhausting. 

i’m not trying to do that whole dismissive thing, but i’m dismissing it.

this has been a huge waste of time.

"Colossal tits." Proceeds to poke them.

Big slap .

" What gives ? ! "

[Image Description: Tag reading “eatin some soup w your loved one IS intimacy”]

The AO3 Tag of the Day is: It sure is!

I did a bad

I'm making a Fionna blog and you can't stop my sudden impulses

Just gonna leave these here ig. Four am and I'm watching Adventure Time

Sahira slaps Taliyah. "GREETINGS, BATCH!!"

The now hurt Shuriman stared at the coyfox vastaya , cheek held by her right hand . " What was THAT for ? " Taliyah asked in an annoyed tone.

sire-crownguard:

 While he was not surprised that she already showed him such a display of respect, it brought a small pang of a prick to his chest. It was not that she was truly respected him, it was out of necessity… and perhaps… fear… Again, he did not blame the woman for such reactions, they were natural, but it did not stop the panging in his chest, and the guilt that went unseen atop his shoulders.

    A soft mutter to himself, a quiet curse of annoyance. Most pertricite shackles were unstable, but of course… they were not meant to be taken off. Their intention was to bind, and then… most would wear them to their grave, which was likely nothing more than a large hole away from the innocent and evil eyes of the world.

    He grabbed Taliyah’s hand with a delicate touch, unfitting of one which seemed as threatening as him. But, rather than the plain gesture, he turned her hand gently, so her palm faced down, and his other hand reached towards the shackle. Pinching a part of it between two fingers, he stared blankly, like he was considering something…

    And then, as though it was only as sturdy as a dried twig, it cracked from the pressure. Like when a single thread was ripped from a web, the rest seemed to crack, and it fell off of her wrist. He hesitated, not letting go quite yet, using the hand that broke it to gently dust off any of the remaining, small shards of petricite, that would be like burning embers upon a mage’s skin, should they remain too long…

    Without another delay, he did the same with the other shackle, and the pathetic remains simply clattered to the ground, forgotten, abandoned… and at this point, useless. A small triumph in his mind–a single less weapon against the innocent who are unfortunate to be… vulnerable.

    “I apologize for not doing that sooner.” His voice was low, strong and steady. A small smile found its way onto his expression, followed with a minute tilt of his head to the side. “But it matters not if they overreacted… That is not a topic I wish to delve in any further, however.” Likely, it would be best for both of them to not dwell on the things that happen here.

    How innocent must a girl like this be? He envied her, to a degree. Ignorancewas bliss, but too much bliss was toxin. Garen cleared his throat, and the next words he spoke were slow, but at least clear, and spoken in the native tongue of the unfortunate visitor.

    “It is a pleasure to meet someone like you, Taliyah Levy.”

Taliyah  was  always  a  fan  of  tall  people .  Big ,  strong ,  able  to  kill  her . . .  The  fear  was  always  replaced  by  curiosity .  Even  after  meeting  Sett ,  a  7′8  beast ,  she  was  interested .  And  Garen  definitely  got  on  her  good  side .

When  he  had  grabbed  her  small ,  cold  hands ,  she  knew  what  he  could  do .  He  could  easily  break  her  fragile  bones ,  yet  he  did  something  better .  He  crushed  the  binds .

Taliyah  let  out  a  surprised  gasp  when  he  had .  No  matter  how  hard  the  shuriman  had  struggled ,  they  refused  to  move  to  a  better  position ,  yet  Garen . . .  He  just . . .

The  short  woman  stared  up  at  him ,  eyes  wide  with  shock  and  excitement . “  Thank  you ,  sire !  That -  how  did  you -  hm . . . “  A  soldier  perhaps ?  Maybe  a  guard  for  the  royal  or  royal  himself .  Probably  why  he’s  referred  to  as  Sire .  And  that  build . . .

“  If  you  don’t  mind  me  asking ,  do  you  fight  with  your  fists  or  a  sword ?  Strength  like  that  means  you  fight ,  no  doubt .  You  look  too  young  to  be  the  general ,  but  if . . .  No . . .  “  Taliyah  rambled .  If  one  couldn’t  tell ,  she  enjoys  guessing  and  speaking .  People  in  general  was  something  she’s  good  at .  Maybe  that’s  why  Swain  had  spoken  to  her .

Taliyah  gently  rubbed  her  wrists  as  she  thought .  They  were  red ,  probably  redder  than  her  cheeks  whenever  complimented .  The  stone  felt  rough . . .  Was  it  supposed  to  eventually  dig  into  her  skin  and  cause  blood ?  Maybe  she  should’ve  heeded  the  warnings . . .

Wait ,  did  Garen  say  something ?  Taliyah  looked  back  up  at  him ,  smiling  widely .  “  Please ,  call  me  Taliyah !  Or  Tali ! “  

@shattcrcdtimc started ♡ Garnet fixes her glasses on her face before speaking. "Smashing your face into that cake will not help with your sadness. At all."

Taliyah was startled , to say the least . Here she was , wallowing in sadness at a Cafe , wondering how good the cake she bought was , when a . . . Tall purple woman interrupted her .

With wide eyes , Taliyah stared up at the mysterious woman . " Me ? Sad ? Pshhh . . . Want some cake ? "

Maybe she shouldn't smash that cake in her face . . . That would be embarrassing .