Pocha's Penguin Party

Hello! My name is Vivian, but you can call me Pocha, Vivi, Vivs, or anything similar! I'm a fourth year at UC Berkeley, and I enjoy a large number of things including Pokemon, Fire Emblem, and Detective Conan, to name just a few. While those are my long term loves, I do get obsessed with fandoms incredibly easily, so the list is ever-increasing. It's nice to meet you! Currently working on translations: Nothing - requests open!

[ploitato]

What if Nintendo changed the music for when a unit dies in Fire Emblem Awakening to mmm whatcha say

[ploitato]

[mimiplz]

[hiei]

this is the best frame in duel monsters no one can convince me otherwise

[sillymbti]

MBTI New Years Resolutions

ESFJ

Put your needs above other’s wants.

Speak your mind.

Be less emotionally involved in your loved ones’ decisions.

ISFJ

Be kind to yourself.

Ask for help if you need it.

Stop being friends with people who don’t appreciate you.

ISTJ

Treat yourself and take a vacation if you get stressed.

Don’t let people take advantage of you.

Talk to your friends about your feelings every now and then.

ESTJ

Stop being annoyed (this is from an ESTJ, don’t look at me).

Be silly.

Consider feelings when trying to get stuff done. People have them, unfortunately (I know tell me about it).

ENFP

If you’re one of those ENFPs who thinks no one likes you stop being dumb. Everyone loves you. Literally. If you are ENFP it is a fact that everyone loves you.

Stop bothering introverts. These introverts still love you, they just need to be alone sometimes.

There are things you feel really strongly about that some people do not care for. Just let it go.

INFP

Get away from people who drain your energy with their problems.

Stop pretending people are perfect and then getting disappointed when you realize they’re not.

Don’t let your idealism make you make bad decisions.

ENFJ

If you’re not religious, either find someone you can talk to about your existential dread or get a religion. Seriously, what is it with ENFJs and existential dread?

Be nice to yourself and make sure other people are nice to you. You’re important. Act like it.

Try not to join or start any cults lol.

INFJ

If you don’t have a really close friend in your life who you can talk to about anything, get one. You probably have one but this is a really important thing.

Empathy is like a super power that sucks until you learn to control it. Learn to control your empathy (same goes for INFP).

Self improvement is great but remember to look at your progress every now and then and think “damn, I am really happy with my life right now”.

ENTP

Same as for INFJs: do strive for improvement, but take some time every now and then to realize that you are happy right now.

Find something you really like and get really good at it.

Messing up people’s routines and expectations can be entertaining, but sometimes you should anticipate the fallout instead of watching the fireworks.

INTP

Become more aware of the physical world and your place in it.

Those annoying frivolous things everyone seems to be obsessed with are important sometimes. Deal with it.

It often isn’t enough to prove to yourself that you can do something, and proving yourself to others often requires tedious work. Suck it up. Do it.

ENTJ

Your ambitions are important but make sure you don’t lose friends or irreplaceable romantic interests because you were too caught up in your work.

You need perceivers in your life more than any other J type.

Be good to the peasants.

INTJ

Do something for the heck of it. No reason, no objective. Just do it.

If you’re one of those INTJs who thinks everyone is stupid try to pretend you don’t. It will be beneficial to your relationships and the way you are seen by people you deem intelligent. Even if it’s tedious, I promise it’s worth it.

Make friends you can argue with.

ESTP

Use your powers for good and take other’s feelings into account

Take care of the people who care about you. I guarantee you there is at least one person who either looks up to you or loves you unconditionally. If you don’t know who this person is (or people) find them and take care of them.

Think through the consequences of you actions.

ISTP

Get really good at something (idk, like knitting or plant identification).

Make sure your friends know you care about them.

Try to figure out a way to turn your hobbies into jobs.

ESFP

If you’re one of those self deprecating ESFPs stop. You’re great and it is very likely that everyone loves you.

Do what you love. Tell the haters to can it. Even if the haters are related to you.

Take some things a little more seriously. 

ISFP

Be your own glorious self and get a handle on your insecurities about things that don’t matter.

The first step to solving a problem is admitting that you have one (hint: most of you are addicted to television).

Try to make money instead of paying money to do what you love.

[ink-splotch]

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect—what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes—she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not ‘Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think ‘you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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[mrplatypusblog]

[signalbeast]

"I bring word from the swamp prince, the old pacts shall be honored, muster your forces at first light…"

[declencheurs]

Gelareh designs coats

[ripyzma-deactivated20141217]

putting milk in the bowl first is divorce worthy

[squeakykins]

#or wetting your toothbrush BEFORE putting tooth paste on

wow excuse you maybe I like to soften the bristles first B(

[necromancier-deactivated2019120]

who the fuck doesn’t wet their tooth brush before putting toothpaste on what the fuck

[gollumswinky]

who the fuck does

[radio-sparks]

i the fuck do

[whathashectoreverdonetome-blog]

what the fuck man

[kvothe-kingkiller]

fuck you

[taddle]

This is how civil wars are started

[mareya]

she craves that mineral

[mareya]

she became that mineral

[serbias-deactivated20200302]

true

[cyaron-blog1]

想像は世界に少し鳴り出して | ななしな@二日目I-45a

※Permission to post was given by the artist

[4gifs]

[middlemarching]

strangely shaped puppies where are you going

[phandabidozie-blog]

strangely shaped puppies

[chromeofficial]

nothing is more satisfying than someone walking right past ur hiding spot in hide and seek

[thatkilljoy-blog]

how old are you

[darmani-remade-blog]

"thatkilljoy" living up to the url i see

[takoilla029]

ｶｰﾋﾞｨよりちゃっかり使用回数多くなってる・・・。ｂｙ大乱闘

[namface]

fav hoenn gym

[mondonger-deactivated20131224]

my friends joining my fandoms

[zaphendrah]

this is so true it hurts 

[thejadedkiwano]

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you, also, what, when, why, how, look, because, never

[dontgigglesherlock]

[dramaticleaves]

this looks like a trailer for a romantic comedy where gandalf is the beautiful protagonist who must choose which attractive leading man he wants to end up with

[shoujo-addict]

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