South Of Sanity
totallynotagentphilcoulson:

pupmutt:

raydeck3:

For fans of Star Wars and Meyers Briggs. According to this, Master Yoda and I have some things in common.

I’m R2-D2
ok

INFP (on the particular Myers-Briggs test I just took at least) soooo…Luke Skywalker.
I’m okay with that. Not as cool as other options, but hey when I was six I was mad that my parents didn’t name me Luke Skywalker so I guess it works out

So I’m Obi-Wan.
I’m you’re only hope, y’all are screwed.

totallynotagentphilcoulson:

pupmutt:

raydeck3:

For fans of Star Wars and Meyers Briggs. 

According to this, Master Yoda and I have some things in common.

I’m R2-D2

ok

INFP (on the particular Myers-Briggs test I just took at least) soooo…Luke Skywalker.

I’m okay with that. Not as cool as other options, but hey when I was six I was mad that my parents didn’t name me Luke Skywalker so I guess it works out

So I’m Obi-Wan.

I’m you’re only hope, y’all are screwed.

snarkydiscolizard:

simbaga:

Full-Sized Chart
Character Artwork by Makani
Take the MBTI Test

Oh… I got Snape…

Remus Lupin…  I see it, I like it.

snarkydiscolizard:

simbaga:

Full-Sized Chart

Character Artwork by Makani

Take the MBTI Test

Oh… I got Snape…

Remus Lupin… I see it, I like it.

I hate everything and am plotting to destroy the world. None of you are safe. Make peace with those you need to and prepare for the end.

*coughs*

Lovely Sunday, eh?

I really need to just unfollow people whose bullshit viewpoints raise my blood pressure because they skew facts or just have a warped perspective (at least to me).  I feel like I shouldn’t unfollow just because someone sees things differently but, honestly, if it’s gonna bug me I should distance myself.  I don’t need the stress and my blood pressure meds could use a lighter workload.  I need to accept that it’s okay to unfollow and not deal with the agendas of others…

Yeah…

I don’t see this working out.

*vigorously headdesks*

I am shamefully shamelessly singing along with “Grease.”

Loudly.

Judge me as you wish.

Um.

Just found out tumblr may’ve eaten some of my Asks yesterday.

GAH.

I’m home and well medicated.  So wheeeeeee.

I must confess.

I am, in fact, Satan.

I don’t care where I am, who is around me or what they’ll think.  If The Crystals “Then He Kissed Me” starts playing I will happily sing along.  Loudly.  I will possibly do fat man dancing.  I will then reminiscence about “Adventures In Babysitting” and may your preferred deities help you if you start shit with me about it.

Moving the like, notes and reblog buttons to the bottom of posts?  Seriously tumblr, seriously?  Making it so I can’t tell until I’m at the end if I’ve already seen it and marked?

I fear our relationship is no longer healthy tumblr.  I no longer feel safe and loved with you.  You’re on notice.

Livejournal never treated me this way.