Star Wars: Return Of The Jedi Would Have Ended A Lot Differently If Palpatine Had Only Kept His Mouth

This post fascinates me because I love psychology and a few months ago I labelled the Broadchurch characters as to what personality type they were, and when I looked back at the list I’d made, Alec was INTJ.

Broadchurch: Alec Hardy [INTJ]

OFFICIAL TYPING by Charity / the mod.

Introverted Intuition (Ni): Alec is reluctant to draw conclusions on evidence until he has fully explored all the possibilities, but he does so internally without brainstorming with Ellie. He often says that he has “a feeling” about how things will turn out, but no evidence to support his hypothesis. Alec is so out of touch with “how things work” (lacking Si) that he fails at social niceties and customs, and sometimes over-compensates as a result (“I got you flowers… and chocolate… and wine; I didn’t know which to choose, so I got them all”). He is able to read people very well, in a short time, and gauge their abilities.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): He wants to finish the job and doesn’t mind who gets the credit. He demands facts, evidence, and “proof.” When confronted with a dead child, he immediately runs through all the usual procedures as well as makes due with the resources around him (including CCTV cameras). Alec demands a high work ethic from his employees and puts in the same hours himself. He has a frankness when dealing with people, and always points out the logic (or lack thereof) in their decisions. “I don’t care about anything but this case,” he says, inferring they can tell him anything that doesn’t have to do with the murder and it won’t wind up in his police report.

Introverted Feeling (Fi): No one knows he has a daughter; he does not open up about his marriage, his former cases, or his illness, instead preferring to deal with his guilt and pain on his own. Alec’s compassion is not often evident, but does run deep; his method in “protecting people” is to warn them not to talk to journalists and to threaten said journalists in order to get them to back off. He is rarely emotional in public and does not like to discuss his feelings.

Extroverted Sensing (Se): Even though he is very ill, Alec continues to work—pushing his body beyond its limits, into a total collapse. He is so eager for a physical human connection that he propositions a woman, who says no only because she’s “afraid [he will] collapse on top of me.” He has almost no connection to his own inner sensations, and as a result, overdoes it; he is also semi-reluctant to engage in his environment on a regular basis, down to his eating habits.

I think my love and adoration of the Twelfth Doctor can be summed up in the fact that he’s the only Doctor I can imagine who would, without a hint of fear or angst-ridden pathos, respond to a Dalek with an exasperated, eyerolling “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

A thought: Good Omens, A Series of Unfortunate Events, and Welcome to Night Vale each give off distinct, yet related energies.

Broadchurch, with a mythological twist. Will probably be part 1 of a series, but one thing at a time. Also, I think I’ve written Mark Latimer as a truly depraved individual, and he’s starting to scare me.

Honestly, I love a lot of the humor in MASH, but I think my favorite moment is in S8E9 Mr & Mrs Who, when they play So Long It’s Been Good To Know Ya during the ceremony to dissolve Charles’ and Donna’s “marriage”.

The best of Tumblr: Harry Potter

(Previously: The best of Tumblr: Star Wars, The best responses)

“I like the scars because I like the stories. Bravery, stupidity, pain—none of them come free.” - Jessica Martinez, Virtuosity

via @the-book-diaries

Throughout all of my recent research into Ulysses S Grant and William T Sherman, I realized that we were never really taught in school about the Western Theatre of the Civil War; i.e., Grant’s mostly-successful campaigning around the States of Kentucky, and Tennessee, and Missouri. It’s his and others’ victories there that later helped win the Mississippi River and cut the Confederacy in two.

But what do we learn about in Social Studies/History? Gettysburg. Fort Sumter. Bull Run/Manassas. Antietam. In other words, the Eastern Theatre of the War. And those battles were dominated by incompetent Union commanders for a large majority of them: McClellan, Burnside, Hooker, McClellan again-- men who were more likely to retreat at the very cusp of victory than jump forward and seize the day. It’s bad enough learning about the Eastern Theatre that I remember saying to my parents that with such incompetent commanders the Union deserved to lose the Civil War.

I understand that History class has only so much time to teach students, and I understand that the Civil War is too big to teach in-depth, but why do we focus so much on McClellan and Lee, Hooker and Lee, Burnside and Lee, Meade and Lee, and brush over such an important part of the War as the Western Theatre? We effectively forget about Grant and Sherman until they’ve entered the Eastern campaign, let alone all of their fellow commanders and soldiers, and their years of fighting to take back and then keep the Mississippi in Union hands.

a question of temptation

"But surely you must remember a little bit of what it was like there," Aziraphale was saying. He finished the wine in his glass as he waited for an answer, his fingers silently tapping out a rhythm on his crossed knees.

"Heaven?" Crowley scoffed, slouched very carefully in his seat. "'Course I do, angel, why do you think I wanted to divert the Apocalypse? Endless white marble and gold with singing echoing down every street? No thank you."

"No, not Heaven, dear boy," Aziraphale said patiently, but there was a familiar conniving glint to his eyes that Crowley could truly appreciate. "God's presence. Surely even you can miss Her love? Why stay with Hell when you could have that?"

Crowley sat up slowly, his eyebrows shooting upwards in delighted surprise. "Why, Aziraphale," he drawled, "are you tempting me to Unfall?"

"I might be," the angel said smoothly, unruffled.

Crowley laughed. "I'm an awful influence, then. Good." He threw back the rest of his own wine with a gusto that made Aziraphale frown, and then he was standing to fill it again. "I don't remember Her, angel. Hell does that to a demon, you know, we can't go around yearning for God and do our jobs successfully. I don't remember what Her love feels like." With his glass refilled, he bent down with a suddenness that was startling and placed a kiss on the very end of the angel's long nose. His yellow eyes gleamed with something approaching fondness as he sat back down in his chair as Aziraphale blushed a deep red. The angel was so thrown by Crowley's actions that he very nearly missed what the demon murmured into his glass: "Yours is enough for me, anyway."

I love seeing all of those pictures of Jodie during the premiere screening of DW when she’s standing in front of the Tardis. It’s so awesome that she gets the chance to do that after we’ve seen Christopher and David and Matt and Peter do so, too. She finally gets a chance to shine as the Doctor and hopefully this starts a long-term precedent for the show.