#I've never been physically hyper or restless

[motherhenna]

So today was my first day teaching an after school elective theater class (10+ 2nd 3rd 4th grade girls) and holy shit y'all I have even more respect for teachers now than ever before because that was BRUTAL lmao it was like they could smell my fear and knew they could trample all over me. Maybe my viewpoint is skewed, seeing as I was a really meek, easygoing kid at that age, but I can't fathom just...blatantly ignoring the teacher when they tell you not to do something. I get theater is a bit more loosey goosey but damn I can't imagine treating any of my past theater teachers (or any adult for that matter) with such disregard. Hoping that they were just crazy because it was their first day back at school after summer break and they'll mellow out a tiny bit by next week.

There were two super sweet and responsible 4th graders that I'm probably going to have to lean on to get through to some of their classmates. Like appoint them "team leaders" or whatever.

Either way, no more Ms. Pushover next Wednesday--Miss Helen is gonna lay down the fucking LAW lol I'm going to print out a set of class rules and expectations and have the kids repeat them back to me, and I may invest in a fucking whistle to cut through how loud they can get. If any of y'all have a background in teaching or otherwise dealing with large groups of children, feel free to drop any tips or suggestions you might have to get a handle on a rowdy crowd of munchkins and gremlins without yelling or being overly strict.

[sachiwrites]

Can I get some "what if you were college roommates or something with Sakusa" HCs? Also I love your writing and I've also been struck by thirsting over Sakusa disease lol.

i got you !! awe ty ty. stay thirsty by friends.

— whether you’re in a relationship or not, cleanliness is next to godliness. meaning that if you don’t clean up after yourself and maintain an immaculate living area free of germs, sakusa kiyoomi will personally send you to hell. guaranteed.

I that being said, he at least has some trust in your hygienic abilities if he’s agreed to share his space with you. he’d already been randomly paired up with someone once before and would not willingly put himself through that. the boy has standards though and you better comply. there is no Wednesday trash day or friday mop day. daily chores are a requirement especially if you plan to sleep peacefully that night. he can’t physically force you spend all evening cleaning, certainly not after a long day of class. but good luck getting sleep when he’s clanking around trying to meet his standards.

is sakusa really that clumsy? no, every dropped broom is straight up pettiness. and oh look, 2am, it’s vacuum time.

cleaning guru aside, sakusa actually turns out to be a pretty solid roommate. he’s a reliable individual who never misses his half of the rent and is respectful of personal belongings. you never have to worry about him digging in your leftovers. he’s pretty practical and frugal with his spending as well, so you rarely have to worry about him taking up too much pantry space.

— it’s college. do i hear a party? well, not at home, that’s for sure. sometimes after a long stressful week, it’s nice to drink away or chat through your frustrations with a social unit. the likelihood of sakusa joining is about zero, 100% of the time. another habit you realize, more often than not, is how conveniently awake he is every time you come home. he’s not sitting on the couch always but when you walk past his room, you can still see the light from his lap under the door.

oh yikes, that one time you decided to leave a party early and didn’t think you’d need a cab home and ended up getting lost? talk about a hesitant call despite the circumstances of your precautions. but too many streets were passing without recognition and the hour was already getting late.

he’s awake- as you expected but you still curse quietly in apology when he answers anyway. he sounds bothered at first, grumbling about the hour and accusing you of being drunk. but then something catches your eye- a figure? or was that a cat? and you whimper.

there may have been some background noise on the other side of the line but it’s muted now. “how are you lost? you got there fine didn’t you?” it’s such an obvious question and you can only laugh wetly and shrug, despite his inability to see. oh, but he hears it though and his shoulders stiffen unwitnessed. his fingers are already closing around the metal of house keys. “can you list any of the street names?” because you certainly couldn’t have ended up in a different city and with his team travels he’s vaguely more familiar with his surroundings. the ones you list of give him a general idea and he instructs you to stay where you are. he’ll be there soon.

— somehow, all your life you’ve never realized how efficient grocery shopping could be until you’re with sakusa. sure you have your lists but occasionally you can get distracted and spend more than your allowances that much on foods that will likely waste away in the fridge. he prefers to go late at night when he can, the larger stores are less crowded and the night staff are typically replacing most of the goods at that time anyway. he pushes the cart, always but sometimes you hold onto the handle as well just to keep pace with his long strides.

you absolutely cannot ever sit in the cart, no matter how tempting it is or how strong he can be. it’s unsanitary and he will not have your body contaminating his food. regardless if you’re dating at the time and how cute it would be. he’s not budging and no sneaky kisses are going to change his mind. he does however, allow you to snuggle in his warmup hoodie and hold his hand as you roll through the refrigerated section.

he’s pretty hyper aware of what’s already in the house or what your tastes are and vetos any unneeded items.

“no, you had frozen pizza all last month. let’s get things for hotpot instead.”

“i had to give that brand to shoyo last time because you never ate it- no you’re not going to be better about it this time. you weren’t the last three.”

“we don’t need … alright but just one box.”

— so you’re dating and decided to share a room now to save space. sakusa is 300% a blanket hog and you can’t fight me on it. he’s subconsciously so aware of his body temperature, that he just fights against potential colds naturally. even under a simple summer sheet, you’re forced to sleep right under him to guarantee even an inch of coverage.

you’ll grumble in his ear about it around midnight, effectively rousing him from sleep because you can’t just tug it from underneath him. he’ll grouse back, but then the sheets are rustling and you feel a brief breeze before they’re falling flat against your form.

occasionally you start off as a clinger and don’t really need the warmth of a blanket. head tucked under his chin and leg thrown over his hip. he’s not too restless so it’s not something he’ll complain about too often. and you’re sure to thank him with morning kiss to his jawline.

“could you at least brush your teeth first?”

“love you too, yoomi”

[cyberwavelit]

Gamer's Debt (Short Story)

"Crap, all I wanted was the gold chest so I can buy some extra lives. If I don't get any more extra lives, I'll lose all my gold when I die. How am I supposed to win if I have to pay for every damn thing?" Joden stepped down the ramp of his Blourgan cruiser and surveyed the alien landscape. It was barren except for the remains of a small village that he had just annihilated with a two-ton necro-missile.

"That's life. People are generally selfish, impatient, and insecure. Game companies use these weaknesses to motivate players. Maybe you shouldn't have blown up the village, is all I'm saying." The pilot of the cruiser, Jershamalama, spoke through his comm.

"But how does anyone get the hell out of this game if they can never win? I've been stuck in this hell hole for thirty days! My body’s back in the real world, rotting away.”

"Hey, you wanted to play, didn't you? Maybe if we travel to a non-npc sector we can trade off some of this junk we get every time we kill an enemy.” His pilot stared at him from the cockpit.

Joden looked back, “I feel like a slave. That garbage is only worth a pinto cent. It’ll take decades to get to the end game. And besides, that's if we can take off with all that junk. It'll take us a few hours to get back into the atmosphere. It's like a Fetch-22."

"You mean a fetch quest?"

"Yeah, something like that." said Joden taking out his cent-o-meter. It consumed his health bar as it scanned the surrounding sector. His eyes darted around his visor interface, looking at all the blips and bubbles that pinged. “I wish I could afford the Super Hyper Gold Jetpack that all the booster players use.”

“They only release that on the first Wednesday of every other month with a sign-on fee, an option to buy stocks in EternaEntertinament, a monthly fee, a mental evaluation, and maintenance fees when your able to grab it from one of the random places it spawns, like the Hell planet Infernum or the planet Madness Descent. Plus, I hear they only give you like a 3 second jump.”

“What?!” He nearly tripped over a crumpled alien body. “You can’t be serious. My mom’s going to kill me. I told her I was going to school. I figured I could just sign up for a few games, try my hand at Galactic Teamslayer, and be back at the rent-a-plex by nine. That was a month ago!”

“Relax. They won’t even notice you’re gone. Most parents have been sucked into this new thing called Binge Child Raising. EternaEntertinament created it too. It’s a simulation where adults can raise children and not have them become reclusive, angst-ridden failures. They’re really gouging everyone for money, real and fake, young and old.”

Joden was too focused on the horizon where a few blips were going off. They were purple, which meant that they were low-value targets. Everything seemed to be purple. “I never asked--how long you been here?”

“You shoulda seen it when it was it first came out. The servers would never load and you had to sit there, in the darkness, watching a timer run out as they patched their simulation. It was like holding your breath under water.” The pilot sucked his teeth. “Hang on a sec. Have to rate the game again—after this ad.”

“Yeah, I hate doing this every hour.” The astronaut picked up a child’s toy from the clutched hand of a sloblarian. “Wonder what this is worth. I heard that we used to play with things like this, not just video games where you pay to win. Up, hang on a sec, got an ad playing.”

Joden’s reality changed. He was sitting on a park bench. A duck came up to him, honking and pulling at his pants. The countdown to the end of the ad appeared in his peripheral. It quaked and quaked until Joden threw down a few coins to skip it.

Back in game world he was still holding the toy. He threw it down with distain and a lack of remembrance for such physical trifles.

He was then asked to rate the game. He voted as he always had, giving it a one-star out of three. There was a chime and a message: “We’re sorry you’re not enjoying your time in our game world. Perhaps if you were more openminded and understanding of the fact that you may not always get what you want, you might have a better experience with our merchandise. Please lower your expectations. Thank you.”

Joden coughed to drown out the message he had heard a hundred times. “I’m so tired of game companies stealing from us. Don’t they realize that it’ll only make the game suffer?”

“Yeah,” responded the pilot, “let’s go steal something.”

“I’m so tired, Jersh. I just want to go somewhere where we can kill an alien race and grind their bones into dust. What’s so wrong with that?”

“If you only knew, kid. On its launch the game world wasn’t even finished. Eterna used the gamers to construct most of the planets using the build-and-play incentive. Those gamers signed a contract that said that they had to make at least four hundred ‘products’ before they could actually the game. They called it the ‘fix-it-later’ release. The products they were referring to was one galaxy. Those designer gamers are probably still waiting…”

“Four hund--?” Joden held up his fist to the pilot, who had been watching from the ship’s windshield. “That’s extortion!”

“Welcome to the world. They get away with it because it’s a game world. You can do anything in the game world like gambling, murder, blackmail, forced labor, and forced sodomy. Nothing’s real so nothing matters.”

The astronaut had disembarked about five hundred meters from the ship. Steam bellowed from its worn exhaust. “Why did you call me kid? How old are you? I mean I know you have the same avatar as me…”

“Age doesn’t matter either. Yeah, I couldn’t afford the customizations either.” Jersh tapped his helmet. “So, I guess we both have the same face.”

“And same weapons, gear, armor, boots, ships, weapon skins, and abilities.” He noticed a large oval blob on his visor’s HUD. It was moving closer behind a small series of stone pillars.

“Oh no, I have the blue-skinned Rigormortis rifle. It’s got this badass blue stripe on the side. Cost me 20,000 gold, 200 platinum, and 4 of my lifesaving’s accounts. If I didn’t have this stripe, I’d probably go insane or worse, color blind.”

“Shut up, dude. Something’s coming. I think it’s a surviving sloblarian. I hear they get angro really quick. I don’t want to die here, man. I never bought a 600-gold resurrection pack. It’ll take sixty days to load back in…”

Jersh responded, sounding distracted, “You’re fine. Just cap it in the head or something.”

The purple blob was twenty meters away. If it wanted to attack it would have to come out into the open and charge him. He could tell there was movement but it was more restless than threatening. Joden took out his rifle and fired at the rock tower. The gun exploded in his hands, sending his obliterated fingers in multiple directions.

“Ah damnit! I forgot about the maintenance fee!”

The figure bounded from the pillar and slunk slowly towards the enemy astronaut. It skulked across the yellow, Phallusian sand with its omni-dexterous flippers. Arriving to the hunched-over human its tugged at his spacesuit and motioned for him to come closer.

“Gross dude, it wants to talk to me. What should I do?” The rounded head bobbed up and down like a rubbery ball. It seemed to be injured or at least miserable.

Joden heard distinct crunching noises emanating from the pilot’s mouth. “IDK. Step on it I guess.”

The polymorphous blob at his feet opened its crevice-like mouth and appeared to gasp for air. But it wasn’t gasping. It was whispering. He leaned down and listened.

“Dunk…prrray…Donk pppreeeey.” It was saying, and gargled as its lips flapped. “Doooonnk plllaaaaay. Chooose nut to pprraaaaay. Fyind sumting essl to do wilth yourg tyhme.”

“Oh, hell no!” shouted the man, as he squashed the creature’s face with his boot. It was like stepping on a water balloon filled with pebbles. He looked at where his hands used to be and screamed into the sky. “What does it all mean? Why do I always have to be punished! I’ve been in the same place for too long!”

"It's not good to live in a dream.” More crunching came from the ship. “You sometimes forget what life is like."

Virtual blood splashed onto the dry dirt from his nubs. A few splatters mixed with the alien’s internal fluids. The reflective pool at his feet showed his avatar’s face, the same face of his pilots. He searched rapidly for any signs of wealth or material possession. There was nothing but ooze and viscera. Tattered cloth around the dead alien’s head was smushed and torn.  

He turned toward the ship with a look of bewilderment. “How many gamers are trapped here? We can’t be the only ones. This game isn’t anything like what they advertised. They lied to us! Who would want to be stuck in this perpetual nightmare of pay-to-play, pay-to-build, pay-to-live, pay-to-pay mechanics?”

“I don’t think you get it.” The pilot was still eating. “Companies do this to consumers because consumers let them. The general belief is that consumers are very smart but when’s the last time you heard someone say: ‘I won’t buy that because it goes against my code of ethics?’ None, no one’s ever said that. People like spending money. It’s in our blood. Its our nature to trust rich people. They seem to have all the right answers even when they don’t. They make the truths that we all follow. Besides, how could they get all that money if they had bad intentions.”

Joden used his character’s remaining strength to rush back towards the Blourgan cruiser. He felt a draft of air coming in the direction of the ship, and heard the engine roaring to life. “What the hell are you doing?”

The mercenary vessel hovered three feet off the ground and its nose pointed at the runner. Its pilot could be seen through the windshield, “Sorry newb, you’re becoming to be a real downer.”

“I thought you were my friend!” he whimpered, his nubs heaving back and forth.

The ship elevated to ten feet. “None of us are really friends. We’re all just trying to make a living. And I need one more kill for the Slayer Award. We’re all just numbers.”

As he came to the plateau where he had disembarked, he held up his invisible hands to shield his face. “I just want to go home! I just want to go home.”

A cybersonic laser beam burst from the cruiser’s forward cannons. He felt the hot bathing light of the beam and then felt nothing at all.

“I can’t get out…I can’t…” He awoke in darkness. A screen appeared that read the same message he received hundreds of times, “You have died. Looks like you have low gear and feeble weapons. Would you like to buy a booster pack?”

“No.” he responded.

“A looter box?”

“No!”

He said the same words over and over before. The message continued, “You have elected to refuse game-provided assistance. This is a poor decision. In order to continue gameplay without using game-provided assistance please insert thirty-seven-point-one resurrection tokens.”

He wanted to cry but said, “I don’t have any.”

The automated voice paused and spoke again after popping up a sixty-page form. “Well that sucks. In order to continue please complete the loan agreement in front of you. The loan is for $6,000. Sign here, here, and here.”

Joden lowered his shoulders and looked at his current debt. It read: “-387,000.” He breathed out, collapsing his chest, and grew red-faced. “No!” he shouted.  

There was another pause and the form disappeared. For several moments there was darkness and silence. “Very well.” The automated voice returned. “You have chosen reincarnation. Goodbye.”

“No!” he screamed defiantly. “No!”

Then, all of a sudden, he felt strange. He looked out through oddly-colored eyes. His hands had returned but they had three fingers instead of five. When he tried to speak, he could only gasp through what felt like a straw. The sand that he walked on grew hardened in his webbed feet. An alien girl danced toward him, carrying a toy. She hugged him with pencil-thin arms and turned towards the sky. Tattered robes fell along his arm and he patted the girl’s head. He looked up, to where the girl was gazing and saw a massive fireball break through the atmosphere. A necro-missile came out of the fiery plume, heading straight for their small, stony village. 

[mbtiwebcomic]

Hello , sorry, this has barely anything to do with the comic but I've been seeing Ne and Fe in a lot of MBTI places, can you tell me what is means??

Sure! Ne and Fe are the names of two out of the eight cognitive functions, which are, in a nutshell, what makes MBTI useful.I assume you have never heard of cognitive functions before, so I'm going to write a semi-detailed explanation below, and then put some links to some better explanations, because I'm a pretty terrible teacher :D.Just a warning, I'm gonna explain things in a bit of an impersonal, scientific way, because this is getting exhausting.

Cognitive functions:

Perceiving functions: How you take in information:

Extraverted iNtuition (Ne): Engages in the world of ideas, seeing possibilities in everything, constantly searching for new opportunities. Ne users are the people who have countless unfinished projects because they thought of something new, the ones who have an association for anything but might see subtext in things that have no subtext, the ones who focus on all the possible way a situation might turn out, the majority of which, however, are unlikely ("Guys, guys! What if the fishes find a way to turn themselves into cyborgs using the screwdriver we have left close to their aquarium, we need to make sure they can't turn their anger towards humanity, I have seen what these little buggers can do when angry"). Usually quite from reality, they disregard tradition and small details, preferring to use their own methods. The embodiment of the "iNtuitive leap", they jump from one idea to another in a matter of seconds, their line of thought extremely chaotic and unpredictable.The idea generation of Ne users is entirely focused on associations. Unlike Ni users, they can't get ideas from the subconscious as easily, so they turn to the outer world, which is a playground for their active imagination. An ellipse from a homework assignment can take them to some flying spheres that are used as attack drones they saw in a video game, which then can bring them to the fact that the average person's idea of what a U.F.O can look like is quite unfit to fly through space, or enter the atmosphere of a planet, and how those attack sphere drones might be a better design. (I'm a strong Ne user, so I'm really sorry if that doesn't make sense to you). Also, they are quite spontaneous and impulsive, and when they get an idea, their eyes lighten up, and they become hyper-energetic as if the idea has injected something in their veins.

A shitpost that describes what Ne does in different positionsIntroverted iNtuition (Ni): Extremely focused on the future, tend to make big-picture detailed plans (Some of them might know what they want to work as, where they want to live, where they will go to university, at a very young age. But to be fair, Ne users do this too, with the difference that Ni users generally have planned one path to happiness, while Ne users have a general idea of all the things that could happen, and their plans are more relaxed, similar to a "Connect The Dots" game, while Ni users' plans resemble a Labyrinth game.). A bit slow to make decisions, because they always think of the possible consequences (and here, the difference between Ni and Ne is shown again, as Ni users will only think of the most possible outcome, which can make them miss something, and Ne users will think of all the possible outcomes, covering everything, but with more choices there are more opportunities for mistakes.). Unlike Ne users, which generally have a lot of varied interests, Ni users are deeply interested in few things and are likely to become competent at them, while Ne users are generally jacks-of-all-trades. They need to be organised in their mental world, which makes them a bit of restrained in their actions, not being able to let go and don't care like Se users.

A shitpost that describes what Ni does in different positions 

Extraverted Sensing (Se): Engages in the physical world, lives in the moment, often disregarding past experience and future consequences. Wants to experience everything that can be experienced, and not be restrained in any way. Actively seeking sensory experiences (thrills?), like sex, drinking, car races, etc., but also tamer ones like art, expensive pretty things (from what I have heard, diamonds and fast cars are really popular with them), and crafting. Se users are usually "hands-on" people that want to do things, not read about them and can get quite restless when they aren't doing something physical that can affect the world around them. They rarely plan, leaving things to chance, trusting their ability to think quickly to find solutions to the problems that arise.

A shitpost that describes what Se does in different positions

Introverted Sensing (Si): This function helps its user assess the current situation by comparing it to the past, and relying on what has worked before to get out of it. While it may not seem like that, Si is just as in touch with the environment around it as Se is, however, focusing on details, memories, and the sense of one's body (It's common knowledge that Ne users are so detached from reality, they often forget to eat, drink water, or sleep. No such thing in Si users.). Si users like to be comfortable, be it physically or emotionally. They generally aren't comfortable with change, and don't appreciate it when they are forced into situations which they aren't familiar and/or okay with. Si users tend to idealise the past, however they are in for trouble when they start living in it, instead of jumping in the present to create new memories.

A shitpost that describes what Si does in different positions

Judging functions: How you make decisions:

Introverted Thinking (Ti): Ti seeks to formulate an inner logical framework, often disregarding systems imposed on them by others. Ti users need to be able to do anything on their own - to be independent AND competent. Everything needs to make sense to them. They just won't do something, because "I said so", and, if forced, are going to do it begrudgingly, and as slow and bad as possible. Ti users are terrified of failure because it confirms what they have always feared - that they are incompetent morons that can never succeed. Maybe this fear, combined with their analytical mind, is what makes them so good at spotting logical errors anywhere they go. It would be more efficient if the elevator was on this side. Some food stands in the park might improve property value. Anything that can be improved, no matter how irrelevant, must be fixed. It must be perfect. They must be perfect. Alas, no one can be perfect, and they know it. This doesn't stop them from beating themselves up about it though. Ti, especially when combined with Si, is a knowledge sponge. They must be constantly learning, be it the theory of relativity, or random video game lore. Ti users are frustrated with incompetence and idiocy (qualities that Ti users are EXTREMELY afraid of appearing in themselves.)and can get quite snarky and look down on people upon encountering those qualities in them.

A shitpost that describes that Ti does in different positionsExtraverted Thinking (Te): While Ti users operate on their own logical framework, for Te users logic is something universal, and therefore, standards and regulations must be imposed to keep the order. Te users like the world around them to be organised, and can't stand disorder and destructive behaviour, and often, see themselves as the person that needs to civilize the chaotic wasteland. Without order, everything would fall apart. Therefore, they usually respect authority, while still having doubts about it, unlike their Ti cousins which seem to be born suspicious to the people in charge. Te users are quite confident and forceful, rarely doubting their abilities (another thing that distances them from Ti users). As said above, for them, logic is something universal, and, for something to be true, facts from the outside must be collected and put to the test. While Ti users might adore theorising about abstract subjects that have no practical value, Te users do so reluctantly, and only if they see the purpose of doing so. Their confidence and love for order makes them great at leading others, and are naturals at climbing the corporate ladders.

A shitpost that describes that Te does in different positions

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Value authenticity. They have a very strong set of beliefs and values, and an almost cult-like devotion to them. Fi users are characterised deep, intense, private experience of emotions, which they are aware of to a great extent, along with a desire to understand themselves. This desire is connected to their fascination with a human's "soul", believing everyone is unique and great in their own way. If someone is pretending to be someone they are not (Common in Fe users that either do not know how to blend in any other way or because of social customs), they are being unauthentic, and therefore, not respected by the Fi user. They might come off as egoistic and "holier-than-thou", because of their bad opinion about externally expressing emotions, and their priority for what they want and feel over others' desires.(Fi is the function I know the least about, and I'm really sorry for the incomplete status of this, make sure to read more in the links provided. Also check Fe's entry, as there are some comparisons between the two.)

A shitpost that describes that Fi does in different positionsExtraverted Feeling (Fe): While Fi focuses on the needs of the individual, Fe focuses on the needs of the group, wanting everyone to feel involved and happy. Unlike Fi users, Fe users don't have a great awareness of their own emotions and will either bottle them up (which will eventually lead to a REALLY ugly explosion) or bring them into the outer world, talking to someone about it. Fe users are usually accepting, and disgusted by discrimination (An important thing, I'm not saying Fe users are always accepting of everyone, or calling Fi users bigots. Things are really complicated. The two Feeling functions might be against or pro discrimination for their own reasons - Fi's values might include accepting of everyone, while Fe might see a person of different race, sexuality, etc. disrupting their social circle, making changes that they are not comfortable with, and etc.). Because of their awareness of the social landscape, they have learned how to fake emotions quite well (something disgusting to Fi users), which can be extremely destructive when Fe shows its dark side in the form of manipulation. Like Te users see logic as something universal, Fe users see morality as such, and often impose their moral views on others in a passive-aggressive way (another thing Fi users loathe) because mother knows best (this is a joke). Fe users are more dependent on affirmation than others, and might strive for approval from everyone around them, devastated by any sign of disappointment. This strive for approval can turn really messy, especially when Fe is in a low position. Quite similar to Ti, Fe can make the person feel like they are not good enough, that they are pathetic and that they are not worthy of others' attention. The lower the Fe is, the higher the chance of social-anxiety-like behaviours emerging, with the person being afraid of letting people know them and avoiding looking at people or striking up conversations.

A shitpost that describes that Fe does in different positions 

Okay, so it’s 3 AM and I’m fucking tired, so I’m gonna be quick.

Each MBTI type has 4 functions, 2 judging and 2 perceiving. Each function goes in pair with their opposite:

Ti - Fe

Te - Fi

Ne - Si

Ni - Se

I’m really sorry that I’m not able to explain everything about the functional stack right now, I’m really tired, but I’m gonna put some links down here to some great resources:

A really good masterpost that will give you everything you need

Really comprehensive, universally acclaimed, but terrible UI and design

A very good blog with resources

Great post that I kinda copied

A good intro to functions