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dailyptonkin:
“Hours of make up and lighting and photoshopping are used to create an image these days. Girls shouldn’t be looking at these images as something to strive for. It’s not reality.”
Phoebe Tonkin Comic-Con 2014 Portrait.
→ Myers-Briggs Personality test: ESTP// Requested by anon
E – Extraversion preferred to introversion: ESTPs often feel motivated by their interaction with people. They tend to enjoy a wide circle of acquaintances, and they gain energy in social situations (whereas introverts expend energy).
S – Sensing preferred to intuition: ESTPs tend to be more concrete than abstract. They focus their attention on the details rather than the big picture, and on immediate realities rather than future possibilities .
T – Thinking preferred to feeling: ESTPs tend to rely on objective criteria rather than personal values. When making decisions, they generally give more weight to logic than to social considerations
P – Perception preferred to judgment: ESTPs tend to withhold judgment and delay important decisions, preferring to “keep their options open” should circumstances change.
According to Myers-Briggs, ESTPs are hands-on learners who live in the moment, seeking the best in life, wanting to share it with their friends. The ESTP is open to situations, able to improvise to bring about desired results. They are active people who want to solve their problems rather than simply discuss them. According to Keirsey, ESTPs, or “Promoter Artisans”, are the most adept among the types at influencing other people. Promoting is the art of maneuvering others to one’s position. Concrete in speech and utilitarian in action, they are smooth operators. The ESTP knows everyone who matters and everything there is to do because they are very resourceful, always knowing where the fun and action is. They like to indulge themselves in the finer things in life and to bring other people with them. Their goal in life is to sell themselves and their ideas to others. Dramatic and debonair, they are gifted at earning others’ confidence.
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"Oh, I was listening—you’re just wrong. Ebola’s not a global emergency, at least not in the sense where any of us could be affected. See, we don’t live in a third world country, which means that we have the resources that enable containment. I’m not even worried about the US citizens who contracted the disease and are now on American soil. Our population is educated and has access to clean water, supplied hospitals, the works. It’s only spreading like wildfire in places like Sierra Leone because their countries don’t have the resources, and it’s pathetic that the World Health Organization has to give upwards of $100 million just to attempt to control the outbreak in Africa. It’s a sad truth, definitely, but it just goes to show that countries with strong economies and infrastructure don’t need to worry about the same things periphery countries do.”
Okay, so Oliver was a little drunk, and that tended to loosen his tongue and get him going on topics he’d usually keep quiet about, or at least keep to himself. He’d been following the Ebola outbreak closely, however, given that his father was partially involved with the economies in West Africa, and the situation hadn’t done much but make him ashamed of countries like the US and Canada. He gestured a little wildly with his drink, looking Scarlett in the eye. He wasn’t even sure how he’d ended up talking to her, and yet here he was.
"The thing about stopping Ebola…is it’s not that complicated." He sounded a little arrogant, definitely, but he could explain. "I can explain," he added, not sure if he’d said it aloud already. "The director of the CDC already knows how to stop it. You just, you find the patients, educate them, educate everyone around them, and treat their symptoms. That’s it. It’s that simple. It’s just, in countries like Sierra Leone, the educating part of that is near impossible and so containment is impossible. They’re fucked," he finished eloquently, "and we’re safe and sound."
The more Scarlett listened to Oliver the more she wanted to shut him up. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Was all she could think. So maybe she hadn't explained herself fully in what she classified as a global emergency and maybe there was more than one way to view the situation, but she preferred her, or as she'd like to call it; the correct solution. When he got to what he viewed as the best solution though she had to admit she agreed with him, if only a little bit.
"Except you're forgetting, Oliver, that even the doctors are contracting the disease. Even the best doctor's in these places are dying from the disease. It's not something to fix with just education and they're trying to the containment thingy. Guinea is closing it's boarders and people are being encouraged not to leave their cities and checked before they do, Media's not helping with their fear monger.. morgel... mongering," when she finally succeeded at pronouncing the word a smug smile graced her lips. "But good information for the average citizen is still getting out there for us, but it's not about us, is it? It's about them," Scarlett motioned, jabbing a finger at his chest when she spoke of us and then no where in particular when she mentioned them.
"What we need, along with education for people in the affected countries, is more people on the ground. In the past it's been easy. Go into the homes or communities, quarantine, boom! Done. But it's all so urban now, big cities affected and more travel, so there needs to be more of everything else too. More medical care and training for the staff who are sometimes as under informed and underprepared as the people suffering. Just teaching people about the disease isn't going to be good enough."
Jo rolled her eyes, Scar had been going on about the Ebola outbreak for what seemed like forever. She knew it was a huge problem but without proper treatment available, it freaked her out thinking about it. Plus, such a somber topic was ruining her buzz.
"Yeah, sorry Scar, I am listening. I get it, it’s a problem, but there’s not really anything we can do about it right now you know."
"Well... no," she admitted, furrowing her brow and looking away for a moment. "We can't do anything right now. We're drunk and young. No one would listen to us, but there's a lot that can be done," Scarlett tried to explain, ignoring the rather somber tone it took compared to the rest of the evening's festivities where there were drunk teenagers and young adults wandering around, dancing and laughing. "I have a plan."
Julianne had been watching Scarlett for a while, just listening to the slightly drunk girl in front of her, watching as people gave her a look of annoyance as she rambled on and on. To a certain extent, she was incredibly amused. They shared the similarity of being brutally honest, and though their interaction was pretty limited - aside from just laughing at each other’s snarky comments in class - Julianne actually found the girl more than tolerable.
Deciding to make her listening presence known, she took a seat in front of the girl, casually taking a sip of her own drink and looking at her with an interested gaze. Since she was little, Julianne had been taught to value brains over beauty - always. Having both was obviously something like a blessing, but beauty was something you didn’t necessarily have control over and, at least in Julianne’s case. “Yes, I was listening,” she replied simply, a quirk of amusement at her lips. Though it was hard to follow at times, Scarlett’s words were actually fairly intriguing. “Ebola is an extremely sensitive disease, anyone who comes in contact without proper protection will most likely get infected. However, I’m not sure it could be claimed as a global emergency just yet. Transfer in airplanes is highly probable, but because of that, security has been jacked up. Everyone’s more cautious in a state of panic, and that’s exactly what this disease needed. It’s not a new disease, not at all, but the second it escaped a small part of Africa and infected an American aid worker the whole world completely flipped shit.”
Finally, Scarlett thought, someone who's willing to actually understand and talk about this. Idiots the lot of them are. After almost a whole night of being ignored and getting dirty looks, all of which Scarlett ignored to continue talking about her passion, someone was willing to not only listen, but contribute to the conversation. It was actually made better by the fact that she didn't share exactly the same world view.
"But- that's not what I meant," the brunette shook her head, spilling some of her drink as she made wild gestures with her arms in an attempt to collect her thoughts. "It isn't the American or the spread that I'm worried about. Or well, yes I'm worried about the spread but that's not why it's an issue, except yes it is but- moving on. The reason it's a global emergency is because it's the responsibility of the global community to stop this wild spread which is the worst case recorded and just getting worse with nearly two thousand affected and a thousand dead. We need to educate. Lots of education to fix this. The misconceptions people have, about how it spreads and about who these non-Africans are taking loved ones away where they never come back, are bad for the spread," Scarlett tried to explain. "And more medical teams, epidemiologists, and infection-control specialists need to be sent to- opps!" she hiccuped, having accidentally thrown her cup at a random party go-er.