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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 4 months

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by Phyllis Chesler

The young women who demonstrate for Hamas are surprisingly vulgar, physically aggressive and self-satisfied. Their body language is, dare I say it, rather male. They curse. They enjoy the discomfort they cause in Jewish onlookers. Some wear hijab and niqab (face masks). Others wear Queers for Palestine t-shirts or sport black-and-white checked keffiyehs as scarves.

These girls and women are super-sonic “mean girls.” They smirk as they triumphantly tear down posters that feature the faces of kidnapped Israeli civilians. They look quite happy with themselves when a Jewish student appears visibly distressed.

Leftist women of all ages, many of whom are Jews, and some of whom are rabbis, lead chants against Israel. They wield megaphones, blow whistles and bang drums. They are seasoned, “in your face” performers and feel utterly righteous about drowning out everything and everyone else.

Of course, the young pro-Hamas men are even louder and more menacing. They are taller and wider. They scream, mullah-style, in hoarse voices of rage and are sometimes armed with knives, sticks and guns. They use their feet and their fists to kick, hit, beat or sucker-punch anyone who dares to carry an Israeli flag, wears a Jewish star or is in any way visibly Jewish. I’ve seen this in videos and heard about it from people who were there.

This hot Jew-hatred has been brewing for a long, long time. Yet it is being experienced as sudden and unexpected. The sight of Jewish blood on Oct. 7 has activated what we may metaphorically think of as “sleeper cells” that have been well-trained in mob violence against the Jews. These mobs are now on the move around the world and on American campuses.

Young American Jewish students, both women and men, are shocked, reeling, in free fall. They are traumatized. Frightened. Students did not suspect that such Jew-hatred existed so close to home. Like Anne Frank, they truly believed that all people were basically good. (Frank never exactly believed that, however.)

Such Jewish students are not prepared for a pogrom; or for the fact that Israel is now fighting an existential battle for its survival.

From a psychological and practical point of view, here’s what the students must learn. I am now addressing them directly:

First, you must understand that you have suddenly been drafted into a war. You must think like soldiers. In particular, you must accept that it does not matter if your enemies do not like or love you. A soldier’s only duty is to fight to win.

Second, you have to learn not to take anything personally. If you are cursed as “colonialists, racists, Islamophobes, capitalists,” it has nothing to do with you, who you are or anything that you’ve done. Jew hatred/antisemitism/anti-Zionism is a sickness, a virus, a plague that has afflicted Jew-haters. The shame is theirs, not yours.

Third, you must accept the fact that, despite exceptions, most people, both young and old, tend to be cowards and conformists. If you stand up to evil, if you stand up for Israel, you will lose friends, teachers, employers, even family members who may strongly disagree with you. This is the price that telling this particular truth exacts.

Fourth, you—or your parents or Jewish and Christian organizations—must fund armed guards to keep each one of you safe, just as synagogues and Jewish centers require armed guards. More importantly, you must spend at least a year or more learning Krav Maga or some other form of self-defense.

Believe it or not, if civilian haters, even in mobs, know they you know how to fight, they may decide to leave you alone. It’s happened many times before in Jewish history.

Fifth, it is important that you find like-minded students and meet regularly both in person and on the internet.

You have no choice. Please realize that the sight of Jewish blood excites and thrills the Jew-haters. The sight of Jews fighting back brilliantly and methodically, as the IDF is currently doing, enrages the Jew-haters.

We are not going to win any popularity contests no matter what we do. Like Golda Mair, I say: Let’s survive. Let’s win. We are in that kind of battle.

I must thank trauma psychiatrist Dr. Larry Amsel, with whom I discussed these ideas. You will hear more from both of us soon.

#hamas #gaza #jews #antisemitism #jew hatred #mean girls

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phoenixlionme · 1 year

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Diana Prince’s Love Interest if Steve Trevor Dies

(Above image doesn’t belong to me but belongs to halogamma tumblr)

While I am still a fan of Wondertrev, I do see some works have Steve killed, I think Diana should have a second love interest in those cases. Here are my ideas for said love interest:

1. A female love interest - Diana is bisexual, so a girlfriend/wife wouldn’t be out of question.

2. Foil to Steve - If a character were to have two love interests, I think they should be similar in some ways but still act as foils. I know that sounds complicated but hear me out.

a. The similarities - Both are good looking, heroic, are part of the public service (military for Steve; let’s say firefighters for Wondy’s second love), human beings, admire Diana for her positive traits (brave, compassionate, wise, caring, etc), both are shorter than Diana but taller than most other humans

b. The differences - Different public service jobs as mentioned above; different hair/eye colors (Steve is a blue-eyed blonde, Wondy’s new love is a green-eyed red hair); Steve (in most incantations) was raised on a farm, the new love is a city girl; Steve is a military men, the new love is a firefighter; in canon, Wondertrev met she saved him from drowning, with her new love, Wondy saves her from a deadly fire

3. Appearance - As mentioned above, she’s a green-eyed redhead. Has some burn scars on her body from a childhood fire (which sparked her desire to become a firefighter). She’s fairly tall but taller than Diana. Has a muscular design similar to Maki Oze from Fire Force (see below).

4. Personality - She’s brave, compassionate, and loyal. She tends to do reckless actions when it comes to rescuing someone. She has a dim view on humanity in general, almost to the point of despising them. She believes in being resourceful, reasoning that superheroes can’t save everyone. Is brutally honest with zero filter. She’s something.

5. Power, Skills, and Abilities - Regular human. Do to firefighter training and exercising on a daily basis, she’s slightly above in human strength and speed but above the line. Speaking of firefighting, she has extensive training on it, being a pro. Able to remain calm in tense situations. And while not supergenius levels, she proves to have MacGuyver-like improvisation. She’s also a pro a parkour. She has taken self-defense classes in Krav Maga and knows the soft spots on humans to go to if in a fight. She has a wide knowledge of different cultures, given it’s one of her hobbies.

6. Trivia - Of Scottish ancestry, which she is very proud of. Her favorite drink is cherry cola (or whatever is the DC equivalent is). Her favorite thing to eat is spinach with cube-shaped steak. Her hobbies include reading (libraries are her spaces), learning different cultures, exercising, cooking, and sleeping.

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chuhobbs61 · 2 years

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Five Must Read Books For Army Company Commanders

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butch-reidentified · 2 years

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Women! You are never wrong for arming yourself. Don't let liberals tell you otherwise. I'll consider losing the strap when men consider not raping and murdering us. Work out, build muscle, learn Krav Maga, carry mace or brass knuckles or a knife (IF you are trained how to use it), stay strapped. Whatever suits you personally. You aren't any less of a woman or a "bad leftist" if you bench 300 lbs and leave the house armed to the teeth. And yes you can still be pro-more gun legislation in the USA if you carry for self defense as a woman.

My wife had someone lure her into an apparent trafficking attempt in a foreign country a few years back and is here with me now because she was trained in self defense. She didn't have to take on the whole group. Just one. Showing them what you are capable of is usually enough to make you unappealing. I had to use my knife just over 6 years ago while on vacation across the country when an intoxicated man, who *mistook me for a minor* (I was a teenager but no longer a minor) tried to pull some shit.

Female self defense training/knowledge saves lives ALL the time. If you are still hesitant and/or have questions please please feel free to hmu.

#male violence #radblr #misogynistic violence #male violence against women #trafficking tw #rape tw #female self defense #self defense #women's safety #radfem #radfems interact #radical feminism #radfem safe #radfems do touch #kam #stay safe ladies

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Your military based OCs inspire me to want to make one, but I'm nervous about that kind of stuff being inaccurate about facts D: How do you do it?

Hello!!Oh man, thank yoU ❤️. And YES, join the heist!I will put it under read more; since I wanna answer your question best to my ability, a.k.a extensively.

OKAY, SO, to answer your question: I’d gone through the same ordeal and it can be a struggle. I didn’t know much about the military except for the scarce tidbits you can find online, but, there are few ways you can educate yourself in that aspect:First of all, the very basics. What nationality your OC is, where will they serve, what were they like growing up and what made them join, etc; it might seem trivial at first, but trust me, it’s important.What I suggest doing is, if your OC happens to be, say, British, you can search up reputable British authors (preferably former soldiers or SoO) and pick books specifically describing combat maneuvers. Keep in mind, however, that those are largely made up scenarios inspired by real events; still, they provide valuable insight as to how specific groups operate (a bit of a hit or miss that one, but it’s better than nothing).Then there are authors, who, given their broad knowledge and experience, pile it all up and provide you a guide of sorts. Usually, there’s a thorough description of the inner structure, chain of command, the history behind the unit and the reason for its formation, preferred weapons and equipment, the selection process, and so on. I find these to be immeasurably valuable, especially once you are satisfied with your initial draft.Therefore; if you have an idea already in mind, go with it and then search up the bits and pieces of information online before you supplement it with additional literature.If you want to come up with a soldier from the eastern part of Europe, books detailing the Russian army will do for the most part (the post-soviet countries that is; the military structure’s been largely untouched since that period). The writers/titles I can suggest on top of my mind are:Supervivencia - “CCCP Red Army Special Forces Spetsnaz”Viktor Suvorov - “Spetsnaz”Mark Galeotti - “Spetsnaz - Russia’s Special Forces”William H. Burgess - “Inside Spetsnaz: Soviet Special Operations”For British SAS, I’ve found John Wiseman’s “The SAS Survival Handbook” to be of great use (he has a really extensive bibliography for that very purpose tbf)If we’re talking about hired guns, a.k.a Soldiers of Fortune and all corporate manners of mercs, my two hot takes:Peter W. Singer - “The Private Military Industry and Iraq: What have we learned and where to next?”Christop Kinsey - “Corporate Soldiers and International Security, The Rise of Private Military Companies (2006)”The third option, which can be either a very frustrating experience or a goldmine; join forums where retired soldiers and vets offer their fair share of experience.If you do, keep in mind that people who join these are folks aspiring to become recruits one day; so having me prep a thread in there and explain as to why I did was met with various reactions at the time. Few members seemed weirded out, while others were delighted to see I wanted to be precise in my fiction and were very eager to help. I have compiled a massive doc for personal use thanks to’em, and the experience altogether was very satisfying; everyone was super kind and pleasant to deal with. Lastly; I can offer a bit of a small trivia that might help get you started:- There is a cultural gap between East and West, and that, too, affects the military structure and people’s view on it. I find West to be extremely formal, as they treat the army as a separate way of life. It’s a completely different take in the East; the army is actually viewed favorably upon (same applies to Poland, though we’re right in the center we used to be part of the Soviet Union. You could say we have this weird mixture of both mindsets intertwined together).

Oddly enough, this also seems to affect how the soldiers themselves tend to behave? It’s a weird statement, I know, but I happen to see Russian/Ukrainian/Polish soldiers much more easy-going and open to discuss the cons and pros behind their job. Westerners usually skip the subject altogether or give very vague answers (especially if they’re part SoF)- Not every special force soldier is a black belt.CQC (Close Quarter Combat) adds up to around 25-36 hours per the whole training course, therefore it boils down to pure essentials and bare grind. Soldiers are taught how to tackle down their opponent quickly and efficiently; it’s all about speed. There’s no such thing as self-defense techniques; that’s the kind of unrealistic horseshit you get from Hollywood movies. Additionally, there are no secret techniques regarding hand-to-hand combat. Krav Maga, despite the popular opinion, is not that special. It’s neither good nor bad, but nothing sets it apart. If you happen to get a hold of a SoF, they will admit that the best techniques stem from… MMA.

I’m dead serious; hear me out.MMA, in all fairness, is a system that compiles the best moves of all available techniques out there. A combination of MMA and BJJ (especially the latter) seems to be favored by a wide variety of Western forces due to its effectiveness. As far as you are concerned, you want to tackle your opponent down the moment you see them (speaking strictly of unarmed combat) - render them vulnerable. For some cool trivia; look up the involvement of Gracie Brothers and Delta Force (and the logos for both; Delta Operators and Gracie Jiu-Jitsu School )Keeping that in mind, it’s worth noting that CQC can be referred to combat that takes place at 100 meters or less; so gunfights are in!- Special Operation Forces are very, VERY quirky people! I noticed everyone has this belief that operators tend to be serious, no-nonsense people that fear nothing and no one.Let me tell you, that’s an exaggerated statement. During my time at the forums, I’ve met a handful of people that claimed to be SoF and few even provided actual proof. Regardless, some of them asked me very throughout questions about the nature of my fic (good morning I want to RP a realistic soldier, huge fan thanx) and apologized in advance in case I found all the attention overwhelming. I asked whether or not a trait like that is common amongst their colleagues, to which they replied that it depends on the person more or less, but it’s not an isolated occurrence! Normally you want to figure out your surroundings and adjust well enough, adapt so to speak; if you can learn something new, they’re all in for it - it may come in handy sooner or later. And they really do grasp stuff quick, fuck me.In general, they are polite, quiet and laid back people. There were one or two cases of somewhat “arrogant” fellows I’ve had to deal with, but it was nothing too drastic IMO.- Soldiers who claim to fear nothing and no one. Doesn’t happen; unrealistic af. In fact, there was this one interview, where a Blackwater executive admitted to having turned down so many potential employees exactly because of that. A man who thinks himself fearless is not only delusional but becomes a liability to himself and his own unit. In fact, most recruitment officers are in favor of hiring already married soldiers; these men will always take fewer risks and make for a more compelling fighting force in the end.- Whether an ordinary ground troop or all-out skilled SoF, no man can singlehandedly cause havoc or prevent it. Another Hollywood trope so to speak; one-man army. It simply doesn’t happen.

-RPing/writing about soldiers includes, besides occasional gunfights, figuring out basic medical terminology and educating yourself about respective procedures for each sustained injury.- SoF soldiers usually excel at two roles; a single special forces operator can be both a remarkable marksman and a field medic.- Humor is essential - it helps elevate pressure in between skirmishes.

- PTSD doesn’t always boil down to sheer anxiety and sleep insomnia. A PTSD can well enough turn into an OCD of sorts; looking out of a window for hours on end despite having no reason to do so, counting your possessions, hoarding objects of no importance. It can be very personal or right at your face- Some individuals find themselves unable to retire early; the bond between them and their unit, the belief of doing something good (or of putting themselves to better use out there) and constant adrenaline rush are too appealing of an option to refuse. IMO it’s completely normal if you consider the following: those people had worked together for a couple of months and under extremely hazardous circumstances.

Danger brings people together, it’s only natural; all of you want to survive and help one another while doing so, having formed a prior bond.

All in all, everyone’s different and everything can influence your OC’s choices and decisions, hence why I feel having come up with their backstory, such as nationality and alike, shortens the process significantly; you know where to look at and for what.

Hope you’ve found my lil wall of text useful! In case you’re in need of literature for that exact purpose, feel free to shoot me a message!

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Actor Jim Sturgess, recently seen in BBC drama Hard Sun with Agyness Deyn, divides his time between Hollywood movies and songwriting. He talks to The Cork about constantly getting beaten up, the similarities between film and music, and swapping his skateboard T-shirts for a bespoke English Cut suit. As a fixture on the red carpet at Hollywood film premieres, Jim Sturgess has had to get used to being decked out by brands. “I remember the first time I got put in a suit,” the Wandsworth-born actor recalls. “I got on my bike the next day and delivered it back to them. They were like, ‘No, no, it’s yours, you can have it.’ I was like, ‘Are you joking?’” Even now, selecting from English Cut’s vast menu is a novel experience for someone accustomed to choosing from a rail of off-the-peg suits. “It’s like ordering a salad in America,” he says of the bespoke process, speaking like a man who spends extended periods of time in health-conscious Los Angeles for work. “You have a million options: do you want three buttons or two? I got quite into it. You start off thinking, ‘Oh, I don’t mind.’ Then you go, ‘Actually, let me see what pleated trousers look like … ’” After chewing it over, Sturgess settled on a rustic dark green. “I have a load of black and grey suits, so it was a chance to create something a bit different,” he explains. “It’s got a sort of tweed feel, a bit boxier than I’d typically go for … I’m sounding like a pro now, aren’t I?” His self-conscious laugh betrays that tailoring is not his, well, strong suit. “I live in Dickies trousers and a pair of white canvas shoes,” confesses the fresh-faced 39-year-old, who could comfortably pass for a twentysomething and still dresses, by his own admission, like a teenage skateboarder, even if he no longer actually skates in the park like he did when he was a teenager growing up in Surrey. “I sort of still think that I do, but I don’t,” he says. “Last year, I was messing around on my board, and I fell off and really hurt myself. Like, it hurt and hurt for a long time. You start to learn the hard way that your body’s not the same as it once was. Plus I have to go and throw myself around and get beaten up for work. You get injuries, and it makes life pretty difficult.” “You have a million options: do you want three buttons or two? I got quite into it. You start off thinking, ‘Oh, I don’t mind.’ Then you go, ‘Actually, let me see what pleated trousers look like’” Sturgess does seem to have a history of being on the receiving end of on-screen violence, from 2008 thriller Fifty Dead Men Walking, in which he played a British agent infiltrating the IRA, with Sir Ben Kingsley as his handler, to 2016 US TV series Feed the Beast, in which he played a Bronx chef with David Schwimmer as his fellow restaurateur. “I’ve got a punchable face,” Sturgess quips. “I suppose I’m attracted to stories that have an edge. Now I just assume that’s what acting is: getting beaten up.” Most recently, he was punched in the face by model-slash-actress Agyness Deyn – with a brass knuckle – for Hard Sun. (She learnt Israeli special forces fighting system Krav Maga for the role.) Written by Neil Cross, the scribe behind Idris Elba series Luther, the pre-apocalyptic BBC series stars Sturgess and Deyn as police detectives who inadvertently uncover a government-level conspiracy to conceal the inconvenient truth that the sun is going to destroy the Earth in five years. As knowledge of impending doom becomes more widespread, the fabric of society begins to unravel. At the time of writing, Sturgess has been selling Hard Sun to audiences in America. “They get bombarded with a lot of regal stuff, and they have a particular idea of what England looks like and sounds like,” he says. “It’s nice to show another side of London – a bit more contemporary.” Less like, say, 2008’s Tudor period drama The Other Boleyn Girl, where he played the brother of Natalie Portman’s Anne and Scarlett Johansson’s Mary, with Eric Bana as Henry VIII. Besides, Hard Sun is “very international”, even if it’s set in the UK: “If you live on this planet, you’re definitely involved.” Hard Sun also involved Sturgess wearing a suit every day, something he’d usually only do on special occasions. “It killed the joy,” he says. “I remember going to the Baftas, so I got out of one suit that I’d been wearing for months and put on another. Normally I’m pretty scruffy, so to put on a suit is quite a big change. It’s nice to put something on occasionally and feel a bit … You just feel different in a suit, don’t you?” Sturgess feels different whenever he gets into costume for a role. “It’s when the character comes alive, when you put on his clothes and the shoes that he wears,” he says. “It’s your identity. When you put on a different pair of shoes, you feel like a different version of yourself. So it’s really not until you put the costume on, clothes that you’ve specifically chosen to represent the character, that you understand, ‘OK, this is who he is.’” It’s surprising to hear that it all comes together at that late a stage, albeit after much planning and research. “Yeah, for sure,” insists Sturgess. “It’s always a very exciting moment, actually, when you go, ‘All right, there he is. That’s the way he’s going to look.’” One of Sturgess’s most sartorially memorable roles was the one furthest removed from any semblance of fashion: 2010’s The Way Back, inspired by the memoir of a Polish officer who claimed to have escaped from a Siberian gulag during WWII and trekked 4,000 miles across the Himalayas to British India. (A 2006 Radio 4 documentary questioned the veracity of the account, although there is evidence that someone did do the walk – just not the author.) “One of the great things that the survival expert told us was that you would never throw anything away,” remembers Sturgess. “So you wouldn’t get rid of your jacket, even in the desert – you’d cut it up and wear it as a headband.” Sturgess went straight from that to 2011’s One Day, the adaptation of the then-unavoidable David Nicholls novel with the instantly recognisable orange cover. Over the course of two decades of on-off romance with Anne Hathaway’s Emma, his character Dexter graduates from student to successful 90s TV personality. “Suddenly I’m in a tight pair of leather trousers and a giant jacket,” Sturgess laughs. “You couldn’t feel more different. And the clothes definitely navigate those feelings.” Those feelings were more combative in the case of London Fields, the adaptation of the Martin Amis novel also starring Billy Bob Thornton, Johnny Depp and Amber Heard, which has been trapped in legal limbo since 2015 after the director sued the producers for allegedly releasing their own cut (panned by the few critics who saw it). Sturgess played petty criminal and pub darts virtuoso Keith Talent, covered in tattoos and a grimy beard that made him feel “a bit tastier than I probably was”. This nearly proved disastrous when someone almost ran him over in a car: “I got really aggressive with him, and quickly realised that he was double my size.” Still, at least he’s used to being beaten up. Sturgess’ own sartorial identity was influenced by American skateboarding culture. “Certainly, when I was in my teenage years, I was very skateboard-heavy in my fashion,” he says. “And now most people look like skateboarders. It blows my mind that the standard footwear is a pair of Vans. Because when I was younger only someone who was into skateboarding would wear Vans.” He’s similarly bemused that lowly streetwear brands have ascended to the height of fashion, and that kids now queue round the block and overnight for the latest product drop at the Supreme store he used to wander into when it was just a skate shop. At the same time though, he totally gets it. “I remember my mum trying to put me into a pair of shoes that weren’t Converse All Stars,” he says. “They looked exactly the same, and they’d probably be way cooler now, but I was mortified. I was like, ‘No, they have to be Converse.’ My mum was like, ‘But they’re too expensive. These one look exactly the same – they’ve even got a star.’ And I was in tears: ‘Mum, you don’t understand. I can’t wear these to school: I’ll get crucified.’” The other major key to Sturgess’s wardrobe choices was music. He started a band when he was 15, singing and playing bongos in pubs despite being under-age. When school and the band finished, he went to the University of Salford to study media and performance, and be closer to the Manchester music scene. “There were a lot of jackets done up to the top and desert boots,” he says. “I miss that different kinds of music were so influential in the way people dressed. It was almost like a gang mentality: you’d have mods, you’d have rockers, you’d have two-tone … And now everyone looks roughly the same. But maybe that’s because I’m just hanging out with 40-year-old men. I don’t know.” Sturgess was as obsessed with films growing up as he was records. “Even at school, drama and music were the two things I was interested in,” he says. His uni course taught him scriptwriting, editing and theatre production as well as acting; he wrote and performed a one-man show called Buzzin’ that brought him to the attention of an agent, who encouraged him to move to London. Instead of kickstarting his acting career, he got into the Camden music scene and started a band called Saint Faith, taking bit parts in TV and ads to pay the rent. When they broke up, Sturgess was cast in 2007’s Across the Universe, a film musical based on Beatles songs and a perfect fit for his skill set. The common thread between music and acting is creativity and, perhaps not obviously in the latter’s case, self-expression. “It’s interesting because they’re very similar and totally opposite at the same time,” says Sturgess. “When you’re writing and playing music, it’s completely you, naked and bare; when you’re acting, you’re pretending to be somebody else. But you use your own emotions and life experiences to try and relate to the character. At the same time, people behind a microphone are playing some sort of a character. They might tell you that they’re not, but there is a level of performance that isn’t you while you’re just sitting with your mum and dad having a roast dinner.” Sturgess describes his diversion into acting as “circumstantial”; even now that he’s a star, music remains a big part of his life. “I’ve got a little studio at home, and then a lot of my friends are musicians,” he says. Over the years and the various bands, he’s amassed a vast quantity of unreleased material; he’s just now really putting his mind to doing something that might actually get out there. “I just want to finish a cohesive record that kind of has a beginning, a middle and an end,” he says. “Not just a load of scratchy demos that are all just lying around that could potentially grow into something great.” Songwriting inspiration can strike Sturgess in different ways. “Sometimes it’s just a thought,” he says. “Sometimes you’ll be messing around on the guitar and a little melody comes into your head, but you have no idea what the song’s about. Sometimes it’s lyrics: you build a song around the words first. Sometimes you can hear a drum loop, someone starts messing around with some melodies and then you just start singing on top.” Either way, it tends to be followed by a great deal more perspiration: “the grinding bit”. Sometimes Sturgess will know from the first page of a script how he’ll play a character – and sometimes not. “I’ve been offered things and I’m like, ‘I don’t know why you’re asking me to do this,’” he admits. “And that’s always quite exciting because it’s out of your comfort zone. You have to build a character, and change the way you speak and move.” For that, he accesses a database being constantly compiled. “Sometimes you’ve got a character in your head that you’d love to find a story for, and then you read something and go, ‘I could put that into this,’” he says. “Or you’ve noticed somebody on the Tube: ‘That’s interesting, the way he is.’ Then you read something and go, ‘I could use a bit of that.’” Getting noticed on the Tube is not something that Sturgess has to worry about – not even on buses with a picture of his face on the side. “Nobody’s that interested, really, so it’s very grounding,” he says. “In LA, people are very excited about movies, it’s an city built around the movie industry, and actors are kind of the commodity of that industry. So you feel a bit of treatment that you definitely don’t get when you come home.” London brings him back down to earth with a bump: “I’m very quickly getting knocked over on the Underground.” He tells an anecdote about a foreign tourist at King’s Cross who kept saying to him, “You’re a star, you’re a star.” Turned out she was looking for the Eurostar. That probably has more to do with Sturgess’s down-to-earthness than any lack of profile. Certainly, though, his flight path has brought him into the orbit of some massive stars. Like Tom Hanks, his co-star on 2012’s Cloud Atlas, who Sturgess describes as “the nicest guy you could possibly imagine” (exactly how you’d imagine him, then). “He took it on himself to organise a movie night every Sunday at his apartment in Berlin,” Sturgess says. “He’d order loads of food and put out the word to the cast and crew. And we’d all pile round there, hungover from Saturday night, to sit on his couch and watch movies.” Hanks would also talk with Sturgess about music: “He knew quite a lot about hip-hop.” Ed Harris, his co-star on The Way Back, is another. “He was one of the first actors that I worked with who I was so in awe of, and who became a friend, which was amazing,” says Sturgess. “He really took me under his wing, we bonded and we’ve stayed in touch ever since.” A surreal scene ensued in a hotel in New Orleans where the pair were working together for a second time, on 2017’s Geostorm. “We bumped into Billy Bob Thornton, who I’d just done a film with in London, in the foyer of the hotel,” says Sturgess. “We were in an elevator – a lift – and I introduced Ed Harris to Billy Bob Thornton. And I was just standing in the middle of two of the coolest dudes I know.” Sturgess doesn’t know what the future holds, beyond the release of two films that he shot after Hard Sun. The first, JT Leroy, is the strange but true story of a woman, played by Laura Dern, who writes a fictional memoir in the persona of a 15-year-old boy. When it becomes a literary sensation, she convinces the younger sister of her boyfriend, played by Kristen Stewart and Sturgess respectively, to masquerade as the non-existent male author – for six years. The second, Berlin, I Love You, is an anthology of 10 romantic stories set in the German capital and the latest in the series that began with 2006’s Paris Je T’’Aime; Dame Helen Mirren and Keira Knightley grace the ensemble cast. “It always surprises you,” Sturgess says of his fluid profession. “Which I quite like. What’s going to happen next? What sort of story am I going to be involved in telling?” Back in his normal “scruffy” clothes, he blends into the Chiltern Street foot traffic like a chameleon, just another anonymous extra in the movies of everyone else’s lives. (credit)

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crawldepth-blog · 5 years

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Fisticuffs

You walk into a convenience store. Maybe you grabbed a six-pack or some noms to tide you over till dinner, or maybe you popped in to get some cash from the ATM and you succumbed to marketing fuckery and just HAD to grab those Altoids or a bag of Doritos.

Whatever the case, there you are in line, waiting to pay. Something happens. Maybe you see someone you know, and that person is an asshole. An asshole at the very least; perhaps a stone cold enemy at the other extreme. Considering enemies, it could be a rival gang banger, a bully who fucks with you at school, somebody of another skin color for whom you have a hidden epithet, or even someone you just don’t like and you’re at a mental boiling point to do something about it.

The recipient of your ire is unimportant. What triggers you to escalate your ire to violence is.

Something else happens. Seeing your rival triggers a physical response. Your blood pressure rises. Your heart rate increases. You feel a flush across your face and your chest. In your mind, you’re not inciting anything when you call him or a bitch or shove them or even just pepper them with the stinkeye. However it is you choose to respond to the stimulus, let’s say that your response engenders another response from your target. And the next thing you know, you’re chest-to-chest slinging insults, tightening fists, pointing fingers, and about to serve up a beat-down.

You feel every pore in your body individually light up, tingling and hyper-aware. That’s the adrenalin kicking in, revving up your sadly devolved limbic system with thousands of years of Neanderthal genes that singularly serve to get you ready to kill. The epithets you throw could be nothing more than a bulwark against this genetic disposition to attack, psychological warfare designed to show force and peacock for the audience while also delivering custom-made lyrical barbs to your adversary’s psyche.

However it happens, a punch gets thrown or hands push a body off-kilter. More fists deploy. Sweat pours. You scuffle. The Doritos fall forgotten to the floor as your rage consumes you. Blood trickles, gushes, pours. Fight.

Your descent (ascent?) into violence may tap an ages-old genetic disposition to protect your tribe or to kill your food or even to slay your rival. Those environmental norms have changed a tad in the last couple-few thousand years. You evolved into Today’s Human, streamlined for GrubHub-enabled sustenance acquistion and 911 calls to the police reporting black people in your Starbucks. Generally speaking these days, our predisposition toward violence has more to do with a political will to improve oneself than actual defense and hunting. (Sean Hannity may say otherwise, but that guy can cock-gobble himself into oblivion. Seriously, go watch the John Oliver segment on how much that guy loves to “train for a fight” in case he is “accosted.” For fuck’s sake.) Your friends take up Brazilian jiu-jitsu and krav magra to hone their minds or improve their fitness, right? Hell, even the time-honored process of “jumping in” new members to a gang - where newbies get beaten by their brethren - aims to ensure they know what it’s like to have one’s ass kicked so that it baselines a certain level of violence competence, whether it’s intended for deployment or not.

So what propels you toward violence in this seeming safe and secure civilization where we have so many options for its safe release? In that context, why are there seemingly so many outbreaks of violence these days? More to the point, why are we still so surprised by it?

Let’s think about your threshold for doing harm. “Normals” will only fight if they have to. Their threshold for violence is high. Someone literally has to punch them in the face to convince them to put up their dukes. Many will not even leap to the defense of a loved one or ally in many situations, so pussified has normalcy become. These are your “beta cucks” that alt-right, pro-toxic masculinity voices decry as contributing to the downfall of modern man. Many of these same edge-of-violent individuals have to participate in a group with others of their own ilk before they will employ violence. The Proud Boys behave this way often: getting into fights as a group against a smaller number of adversaries. Often as a group against just one adversary. Seems like pussified behavior to me, but the threshold for these folks is only a little lower than the normals. They have to physically be part of a violent group before launching a kick or a punch of their own. In-group violence. Distributed faggotry.

In another corner of the continuum, think about the threshold for you and your enemy in the convenience store. Let’s say you’re hyper-aware of others that seek to do you harm in some way, not even physically but perhaps mentally or psychologically. Public disrespect from a rival weakens your reputation in some communities, and by not responding to the disrespect in an overmatched way, your reputation could be permanently ground into irreparable paste in a community in which trust amongst your peers is how you survive. Think about that community as any cliche of urban living on The Street, maybe where that convenience store is the same bullet-riddled shithole where drugs get sold, bangers beat on their girls, and robberies invariably take place. In that community, your threshold for violence is much lower. A disrespectful word could set off the adrenalin kick for attack or at least prompt a heightened, outrageous response to “state prime.” Even the appearance of an out-group, nonconforming individual could incite you toward a wild response of this type. People have been known to attack police merely for being police, for wearing the badge. Of course, where turnabout’s fair play, police have been known to kill civilians for the mere heuristic of being African Amercian.

Malcolm Gladwell has written about how the thresholds for acceptable behavior increase the more that behavior is normed. In other words, the more you see a school shooting happen, the more you come to accept that that behavior is normal, and the more normal it is, the more likely you are to adopt the behavior (given certain triggers, of course). That theory of thresholds totally works. It explains why more people commit violence-based crimes.

It may also explain why we as a society seem to be arcing toward the normalization of violent conflict. Punching a motherfucker in the face may seem like the hoi polloi’s way to respond to bullshittery, but consider other thresholds for behaviors on the same end of the violence spectrum: psychological torture, name-calling, falsified news, intentional misrepresentation, hate speech, casual racism, gender exclusion, discrimination, gerrymandering, you name it. There are more ways to attack someone than punching them despite how awesome the power of bruising someone’s ugly mug feels. How much depravity must you accept to constantly belittle someone? How much more socially turgid, or even sociopathic is it to employ power over a person or a group of people through a disparaging lexicon? If you don’t understand or even believe in that level of power, then I invite you to call the next African American you meet a nigger and see how that works out for you.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr., one of the most widely-cited United States Supreme Court Justices (serving from 1902-1932), once wrote, “A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.” Excepting the positive notions of expanding the human mind, consider Holmes’ quote as an admonition: experience, perhaps in quantity, changes people. In the context of our little discussion about violence here, perhaps for the worse. Aggregate exprience over time creates new norms or normalizes certain behaviors, even and perhaps especially radical ones. So if the experience of violence gets normed in all its myriad forms - from fisticuffs to shootings to gaslighting to propaganda to hate speech and all ‘round the common ether - then how should we feel about that? Should we be horrified by the march of evolution, the continued genetic perforation of expectation as we discover new ways to violate our rivals? Should we become numb to it, to accept infinitely decreasing thresholds as the the propensity to visit violence on others increases? Should we rail against the march of normalization, to invoke the superhero ethic that there is always a better way? Should we dive into it wholeheartedly, not just accepting the new norms but engaging in it ourselves to understand the appeal?

“Self-improvement is masturbation,” said Tyler Durden. “Now, self-destruction...”

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hecallsmehischild · 6 years

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Mental Organization

Less a post to vent poison right now. More a post to untangle the ball of yarn and line the skeins up neatly in their compartments because right now it’s all one huge mishmash and I think it’s keeping me from what they call “executive function.”

Projects that I have a handle on but that I keep having to stop because I can’t make myself create something quality if my feelings are snarled

Illustrating a children’s story my friend wrote, called How To Be Good. I’m so happy with this. I’m no pro illustrator but my skills have grown a lot since I illustrated the other story (Purple is for Playtime). It’s so visually cheerful, it makes me happy to look at finished pages.

Hey Spacejerk. I love it so far but I’m apprehensive now. I’ve taken the device I was using to create this story and smashed it. How fast do I go now? I don’t really want to write a super long fanfiction. I don’t think I want this story to be longer than ten chapters more. But if I go too fast the audience will feel cheated.

Laughter Lines. I’m more sunk into the flow of this one, but constantly worried I’m going to screw up the device I’ve been laying dominoes for. It’s more complicated than my usual and, unlike previous fandoms where I could handwave these details, it will matter that everything is just right.

Elrohee. I just want to process things here. I want to be careful, too, because I don’t want it to get preachy. Ever. This series is not about being preachy and never was.

Wire trees. I created a larger wire tree recently and also a new kind of button tree that got me all excited. Then I started a tree with wire I didn’t like (because I was running out of colors) and I regret that. I don’t like the color combination. I’m staring at the half finished tree. I hate the waste, but I want to get back to being able to make trees. That half finished tree will stare me in the face forever if I don’t. So I’m standing up to throw it away now. No… No I’m not. The color combination isn’t hideous, just… not inspiring. If I add some really nice beads to it, it will perk up. I dont’ want to waste it.

Painting. Currently I have a half finished orange mask and a half finished wooden wiggly snake. Right now I have no inspiration to finish either, though I think maybe the orange mask might be flamey? Or sunny.

Crochet. I have two blankets in the works, one random-yarn blanket and one that has planned colors as a gift. They take up a lot of space.

Recording chapters of The Book of the Dun Cow aloud. This project is fun, though I do have to muster some will to make myself do it. Dramatic reading is kind of a joy, actually, especially with this book where I have all the voices down. I’m thinking of putting up the link to the whole playlist once the book is fully recorded.

Scrapbooking. I’m so happy. I have only a fraction of this project left to do, and then everything is nicely organized into binders.

And I get very angry and frustrated and kind of despair-y when I find I can’t move forward with these. It feels ridiculous because doing creative things HELPS me feel better, but I can’t do them when I feel bad??? What kind of Catch-22 is that???

Projects I am starting to get a handle on

Basic house cleaning. Or at least floors and bathrooms and countertops. Going to try and do a little bit every day that way it doesn’t become some weekly/monthly overwhelming chore I avoid like the plague.

House decorating. I’ve started getting into this and really liking it. I found a Texan-style wreath for the front door, placed 3 different house mats, and started tacking silk ivy around the kitchen windows. I’m actually kind of proud of myself about this.

Projects I am literally flailing through

Planning a wedding. Dear God, what am I doing? In the next two weeks I need to do the final ring purchase so that something has moved forward and finished. I also need to arrange the legal marriage so our paperwork is completed in the state of our residence and there aren’t any snarls with an out-of-state ceremony. That’s the goal for the next two weeks. Also how do you decorate??? (I ask, rhetorically. I’m looking through some stuff but I think I need to simplify my idea. Maybe instead of all four seasons, just winter/spring?)

Finding a therapist. The one I called isn’t responding. Don’t know how much leeway to give. If I haven’t heard back from her by Saturday night I’m going to try calling someone else. I need to move forward with getting approval for the surgery.

Krav Maga. I’m finally back and I’m doing well with jabs and punches, but anything that requires me to squat and rise multiple times is really hard. I’m very weak there, and while squatting my leg muscles just give out. I’ve looked up a beginner’s squatting routine that I’m going to TRY to enact because I really would love to stop humiliating myself in class. Been having panic issues before class (that stop once I’m in it, because there is NO ROOM in my being to have panic when I’m constantly moving) and would like that to stop. Prayed with my fiancée on the drive over and held his hand and that helped some.

Online Writing Course. Already panicked and frozen over a super vague writing prompt that doesn’t feel like enough explanation was provided. Afraid of being judged by peers. Afraid of critiquing peers because who am I to say this is good or bad? They are all in an Official Writing Course so they MUST know better than me, right? Even if it looks like they really don’t? Frozen.

Editing Best Served Cold. Froze again. Freaked out that I wasn’t a good enough writer to edit anything and froze. Freaking…

Patreon. This is a very on and off again thing. I don’t know how to self promote except through repetition which freaks me out. I don’t know how to save good things for “just the patrons” when I want to share it all. Don’t know if I should restructure all my tiers so there’s less tiers and less offerings? Very possible.

Etsy. Nobody really looks at the listings. I don’t blame them. I’m not a self promoter and I’m not a photographer. All my stuff looks better laid out on a table to sell but I don’t know where around here to do that so for now it just decorates the house. Maybe I should give up on Etsy again and just stick with my Facebook shop. People who use Etsy are serious about their business. This is a hobby I hope to sell a bit of and give the rest away.

Socially

Krav Maga class. I connected with at least one person who’s really sweet and nice. She’s more advanced than I am for sure but helps me feel a lot more at ease and I feel the need to apologize to her a lot less.

Small Group. My fiancée and I found a small group that’s an offshoot of the church we were trying. The church is a mega-church and we’re both still very wary of that. I felt very lost in a sea of people. But this group feels like a band of very real people, expressing doubts and pain while searching in the Bible together, eating pizza, and hanging out. Meets twice a month, plus one extra day that’s just girl’s night. I am looking forward to getting to know these people 3 Mondays a month.

D&D Shabbat night. Friday nights now we (light our brand new candles!) say the blessing, and eat a meal (now home cooked because ALL OUR KITCHEN IS FUNCTIONAL, WOOOOO), then retire to the great hall to play D&D. We are currently at 1 GM and 4 players, soon to be 5 players. We’re brand new so this will be glorious.

Health

BPV. Had a round of Benign Positional Vertigo for a few weeks. Finally cleared up. At least next time I’m suddenly dizzy out of nowhere I won’t think I’m dying.

Eating. Eating is weird lately. I’m walking this really fine line between getting obsessed with my weight and not caring. I have veered hard in the direction of aggressively “not caring” most of my life, partly because I was afraid of the eating disorders my friends suffered from. I’m doing pretty well with my eating, choosing my food carefully for one-main-meal-a-day-plus-light-snacks eating and trying to keep it all under 1400 cal. I don’t have a lot of impulse control when it comes to eating so I flat out can’t keep foods in the house “just for that one treat day” because that one treat day is TODAY no matter what I say to myself. Best I can do is limit my access to those foods (including turning down SOME opportunities to go out and eat). Impulse control gets worse with wonky emotions because I will eat ALL THE FEELS. Lately my main meal is (one can) tuna salad sandwich on onion roll, which is filling enough, then I eat plums and flavored rice cakes or salted-but-not-buttered-popcorn or pickles for the rest of the day. I picked up a few small soups which look good. Came to the realization recently that I really do need to stop thinking of this as something I do “Just until I get to goal weight.” In order to maintain the healthy weight I hope to achieve, I will still need to eat well. I don’t get to let loose just because I made it. So I have reluctantly begun adopting the idea that I need to do right by my eating habits as a permanent lifestyle change. I’d like to be around longer and in order to do so I need to take better care of myself than I have been. But I can feel obsession right on the edge of my consciousness and that’s a scary feeling. I’m trying not to fall into obsession or let it drive me off the other edge of extremes to not caring. Walking the tightrope carefully.

Sleep. Sleep is weird too. Some nights I wake up a lot, then I can get up in the morning easier. Some nights I zonk out straight through and then it’s super hard to get up in the morning. Still wish that I could not be so motion sensitive. I used to be Dusty-sleeps-like-a-rock and now I’m a light sleeper. All someone has to do is call my name and I jolt up.

Trich. Been obsessively tweezing a lot more. Gaps in every eyelid. Unhappy about this.

This Blog and Processing

I don’t always know what to do on here anymore. I post fanfiction, but the part of my life that I would normally process out loud... I can’t really do that now. It actually directly impacts someone this time. Feels like words are measured with a lot more care instead of just spilling out willy nilly and I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. I know that things knot up inside some more, but does that mean I just need to find a different not-so-public outlet for these things? It hasn’t really worked well so far.

Ever since the beginning of the year I have wondered to myself if I am too public with things and I’ve been a step more self conscious about it (yeah, weird to say on this complete textual vomit, right? But it’s been building for a really long time and I need this) since the end of last year. I let some words get under my skin that I shouldn’t have, but they’re hard to shake because I don’t know how much objective truth is in them.

Dealing with unfamiliar feelings that I want no part of. Anger isn’t unfamiliar, but it’s unwelcome. Boundaries book says anger is a good alarm bell, but I just… don’t want to. I don’t know where the line for “good anger” is and I don’t know how to do anger without setting every bridge around me on fire. Hatred is unfamiliar and even more unwelcome. It feels like tasty, warm poison. I want it, badly. I want it as a defense against past, current, and future pain. I want to rear up and yell “Not this time!” when I see patterns from my past repeating and I want icicles dripping from my words. But it’s deeply wrong. This isn’t what the God I serve taught, and I know hatred will poison me to the core of who I am. I get that those ideas have been hackneyed to death with pop catchphrases and whatnot, but I mean… that doesn’t make it any less true. And it’s going to be really ugly and messy and I don’t want to deal with it when being ice queen would be a hell of a lot easier. Still, I don’t know how NOT to hate at this moment, so when I’m aware I give God permission to change this in me because I can’t/don’t know how to change it myself right now.

Sometimes I wish I had more to say on the Dear Someone tag, but I know who Someone is and I tell him in person every day and it’s the most beautiful, wonderful part of my life right now.

I say a lot of negative stuff. Even if it’s true stuff, I tend to focus on processing negatives a lot. I want to figure out ways to process positive and good things. I think I’m afraid of sounding like I’m gloating or shoving good things in the face of people who are hurting. But. I also want to share the joyful things in my life. And be grateful for them publicly as I am privately. I want to rewire my brain so that the first thing that comes to mind is not what’s wrong, but what’s right. I don’t want to do this in a fakey way, that sort of front really bothers me, but there has to be some genuine way to express gratitude and joy on a more regular basis. Pain isn’t the only genuine thing there is.

I want to process publicly some of my Bible reading and I have done so, but every time I’m afraid I might be stepping on someone’s toes or making someone angry at me. I don’t want to start fights but I also want to share stuff. I don’t want to mislead people, but I want to explore.

I’m trying so hard to accept that I’m happy doing what I like, but when “doing what I like” gives out on me because I’m emotional I get so angry and upset and fearful and I wonder if I’m really okay with that at all. Or is it just my mental illness acting out, then? It’s hard to tell if that’s what’s clouding my thought process and dampening my will to act.

Misc

I feel bad that my To Do Today or Today’s Goals posts are not working for me as well as they were at the start. It feels like failure.

I feel grief and anger and uncertainty about my family situation, both immediate and extended. I still don’t know how to balance the fact that I’ve split off to start a new family (just me and my fiancée, not kids) and that this one is supposed to be my priority, while still loving the family I grew up in. Or what love looks like with distance. What I’ve been engaging in doesn’t look or feel like actual relationship.

I want to bake. I want to bake lots of sweets. Apple pies, I want to make applesauce and jam (not baking, I know), I want to make lembas bread and chocolate chip cookies and ALL OF THE THINGS.

My area is a freaking mess and I need to fix that by tomorrow. And also make Miso soup for 5.

Stressed about trying to keep all aforementioned balls in the air without melting down or losing track of any.

I think there’s more. But. I’m tired. And I need to go to bed. And this… I think this helps. I’ve shelved a lot of brain skeins tonight. Maybe I’ll be a little more productive tomorrow.

#rlchild #wrestling with God #lots of stuff #huge verbal dump #blergh

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worldkravmagaorganization · 10 months

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lichlover · 6 years

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taakitz getting stuck in a rainstorm on a date?

The pros of a parasol: An excellent accessory, fits seamlessly with his fantasy Scarlett O’Hara vibe, easily transmutable to match his color scheme of the day. He’d add “does not contain the arcane essence of his long-lost sister” to the list, but that’s sort of a given.

The cons of a parasol: Provides absolutely no protection whatsoever when the heavens open up and drop an ocean’s worth of rain on them.

To be fair, the forecast had predicted a perfect day. Sunny, with the promise of autumn in a cool breeze that buffeted the coastline. It was the kind of weather that encouraged long skirts and gauzy sleeves and wide-brimmed hats, and if you were feeling particularly flirty, a nice lacy parasol to complete the look. The look is always key, of course, but especially on the afternoons Taako can get Kravitz all to himself. It’s an auspicious thing when their schedules align, so Taako’s going to do a little more than go the extra mile. Or the full nine yards. Or whatever distance he needs to cross in five-inch wedges to fluster the hell out of his husband.

So that’s why he’d met Kravitz on the patio of a seaside café, decked out in his finest beach chic and a pair of rose-colored glasses (because he’d just known Kravitz’s cultured, dorky ass would appreciate the reference). They’d had some halfway decent crepes and lemon tea as the odd cloud flitted overhead, and Kravitz caught Taako up on the astral plane’s latest top-notch gossip. It morphed into a brief but heated discussion over whether or not fishnets should be regulation wear for reapers—Taako’s position was entirely self-indulgent, of course, but no less valid—which was promptly forgotten when the talk of dress code turned into questions about his latest visit to the Amazing School of Magic. “Oh, y’know,” was all Taako had said. “Still amazing. Gave some kiddos a kickass lecture on the virtues of arcane cosmetics. Not that I’d know. Wink.”

Their date was going flawlessly.

And then they’d noticed the clouds.

More specifically, that the clouds were not so innocent anymore. They’d grown heavy and dark over their last hour of conversation, and now Taako could make out the occasional flash of lightning across the horizon. He’d waved his gold card at the waiter, who brought them their check in a hurry, and they were out of there faster than he could namedrop his brand. The once-bustling boardwalk was almost completely cleared.

“Well,” Taako had said, nudging Kravitz with a good-natured smirk. “Can’t rag on us for PDA if there’s no public around, eh?”

Right as he’d said that—like a well-timed joke—a fat, round raindrop had landed on Taako’s parasol.

Then another.

And another.

And that’s how they find themselves huddled under the awning of a kitschy little souvenir shop, watching rain lash the pavement just inches from their feet. Taako’s blouse is sticking to his shoulders, and despite his best efforts, he can’t swallow a shiver. He shifts his parasol to a different arm and tucks further into Kravitz.

“Gotta say,” he mumbles into Kravitz’s shirt, “this is not how I was hoping the day would go. I mean, fuck’s sake, I got you to wear grey.”

True to his word, Kravitz is sporting a light grey button-up and a vest that ripples with iridescence, shifting from a deep indigo to an impossibly dark blue. He huffs a laugh and brings his arm up to rub circles into Taako’s shoulder, and, well, it’s a real trip when your undead beau is warmer than the utterly abysmal weather around you. “You know, I still don’t know how you talked me into that.”

“Easy,” says Taako, and shoots him a sly grin from underneath the brim of his sunhat. “I’m charming as all get. Just look at me.”

Kravitz looks at him, raises an eyebrow, then staggers dramatically back against the exposed brick of the shop. “Oh, spare me. I’ve been hopelessly charmed. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.”

A gust of wind sends another chill cascading over Taako and leaves his hat dangling off his shoulders, and his ears pull flat against his head as he lunges for Kravitz’s arm. “Fuck off and get back here. You’re the only source of heat I’ve got.”

His husband pauses. This time, both of his eyebrows quirk upward and threaten to graze his hairline. “It’s that cold?”

“Wh—you can’t tell?”

“I mean… no. Not at all.” He frowns and steps forward to put a hand out towards the rain. “I guess it feels a little chilly, but…”

“It’s fuckin’ freezing, Krav.” Taako gives up on Kravitz’s arm and wraps around himself in a desperate attempt to kickstart a little friction. Between his icy hands and sheer sleeves, it’s a brave but futile thing. “Oh my God, get over here or I’m gonna kick your ass for real.”

Kravitz holds up his hands in surrender and retreats fully under the safety of the awning. He wraps Taako in a loose embrace, and Taako’s best ploy at mock frustration melts away with the rain as he relaxes into Kravitz’s arms. It’s like trying to leech warmth out of a half-drowned, charmingly dapper statue, but he’ll make do with what he has. The closeness isn’t so bad, either.

“The one day we’ve got,” he mumbles.

A sigh ruffles the top of Taako’s head. “It’s been hard, lately, hasn’t it?”

“Considering the universe is trying to get us to take a fuckin’ raincheck, yeah, I’d say it is.”

“And yet,” Kravitz reminds him, “we’re making it work.”

“If that’s what you wanna call this, fella, have at it. I mean, if we’re gonna drown, at least we’ll drown together, right? Very Fantasy Titanic of you.”

For awhile there’s nothing but rain dripping off the awning and the roar of waves beating against the shoreline, surging up to meet the storm. Taako’s parasol dangles off his arm as he makes himself small against Kravitz, shrinking inward to conserve every scrap of heat he can. Kravitz’s hands drift upward and shape themselves around his, coaxing feeling back into his fingers.

He’s humming, Taako realizes. It’s nearly soft enough to lose itself in the rain, but he keeps it up—a jaunty, consistent melody.

And then he recognizes Kravitz’s gentle falsetto, partially mumbled into his hair.

“… in the rain,” he’s lilting. “Just… singin’ in the rain.”

Taako snorts. “You absolute dork. Is that what I think it is?”

Kravitz just hums again and leans them into a lazy, languid sway as he goes on. “What a glorious feeling… I’m happy again.”

It’s not just a show—hell, it’s an entire production, the way Taako rolls his eyes, but he sways with Kravitz anyway. They shuffle in the limited space of the overhang, framed by the sheet of rain coming down around them and the souvenir shop’s tacky storefront, and across the boardwalk the ocean lunges and dances along the coast.

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marcodelia97 · 3 years

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⬇️ Updates on my progress ⬇️ “Make yourself a prepared and stable platform for success. Take massive actions and small daily improvements. Explore and stay hungry. Compare yourself only to your past self. Take risks even if your brain makes you want to stick to your comfort zone.” A lot of things happened during this last period, but at the same time, nothing incredible happened. I feel this is familiar with most people after this pandemic, it’s now almost over but after a summer going out, I feel now people are getting lost again, having to start thinking again about their goals and plans. The same happened to me, I focused so much on growth, then I had a good summer time, and now I’m in this limbo of growth at home while waiting to move out and start a new chapter. What’s holding me back now is a stable income and my family, but I’m already planning to move out in January. In the meanwhile I keep going on with my growth, learning and improving myself daily. I managed to finish my 90 days Shambhavi meditation Mandala and I keep deepening my spiritual path (and I feel like having an initial spiritual awakening); I had my dad’s 70th birthday and got my new earring; I also got the new iPhone 13 Pro and I received the Verification Badge on my Facebook Profile! I was invited to a beauty care event in Milan where I met other creators, and to have some working collaborations as a model and influencer, while I kept growing my social media and documenting my progress. I also received a lot of new beauty care products and I’m currently testing make-up for men. And finally, I keep working on myself. I started Krav Maga (professional personal defense), and learning guitar. I keep reading books daily, doing diction and singing training, doing Yoga and meditation, working out, doing the Wim Hof Method and cold showers, journaling, and many other things. I’m also working on learning about investments/finance, and finding new ways to stabilize my earnings for future plans. (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVV8c7xgKVY/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Captain America (Chris Evans) uses almost a dozen different martial arts styles in his many fights throughout the Marvel Cinematic Universe. As America’s first super soldier, Steve Rogers was granted enhanced strength, speed, and endurance but he also perfected multiple combat disciplines, as evidenced by his epic fights with the Winter Soldier (Sebastian Stan), Batroc (Georges St-Pierre), Crossbones (Frank Grillo), his other enemies, and even his fellow Avengers.

During Captain America: The First Avenger’s World War II, Steve Rogers exhibited a more rough-and-tumble fighting style where he relied on his enhanced abilities. But as Steve acclimated to the 21st century as part of S.H.I.E.L.D. in Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Rogers began learning modern fighting styles. Sam Wilson (Anthony Mackie) even joked that Steve should retire and take up ultimate fighting, but the Falcon wasn’t far off because Captain America is one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in the MCU. Cap is incredibly adept with various forms of combat, both armed and unarmed. Of course, Steve is also the original master of throwing his Vibranium shield as a projectile, which is a variation of discus throwing he developed with his unique weapon.

Related: Every Captain America Movie Ranked Worst To Best

In his various MCU movie fights, Captain America showed off 11 different martial arts and fighting styles: boxing, Taekwondo, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Muay Thai, judo, Krav Maga, savate, Wushu, shurikenjutsu, and even professional wrestling as well as discus throwing. Besides throwing his shield, where Cap turned discus throwing with his shield into a fighting style, Steve Rogers’ favorite fighting move is actually using kicks. Rogers favors Taekwondo-style kicks like the push kick, which he uses multiple times to devastating effect, and he even kicks a car into an enemy in Captain America: Civil War. Cap also executes many flawless spin hook kicks, jump spin hook kicks, sweep kicks, roundhouse kicks, scissors kicks, crescent kicks, and spinning back kicks in Cap’s fights in The Winter Soldier and Civil War. Steve also adds fanciful Wushu moves to many of his kicks, and his proficiency with doing these moves in his boots and uniform shows he also practices savate.

Steve is an excellent boxer, and he is even seen working on a heavy bag at the start of The Avengers. Steve expertly boxes, throws powerhouse uppercuts and hooks, and Cap’s brawl with Crossbones in Civil War is actually a straight-up boxing match that he finishes with a spin kick. In close quarters, Rogers is excellent at disarming enemies, where he uses Krav Maga techniques to target joints and limbs. When he goes back on the offense, Cap throws Muay Thai-style knee strikes, which are even more devastating when he does a running knee strike enhanced by his super-soldier strength.

Cap also utilizes judo-style takedowns and mixed martial arts techniques, especially Brazilian jiu-jitsu. Rogers doesn’t hesitate to take his enemies to the ground and subdue them with a rear-naked choke, which he used on the Winter Soldier and even when Cap fought the 2012 Captain America in Avengers: Endgame. But sometimes, Steve prefers to utilize flashier moves and he even throws pro-wrestling style dropkicks, hip tosses, and headlock takedowns. Rogers even delivers a WWE-style belly-to-back suplex on the Winter Soldier.

In addition to his expert marksmanship with his shield-throwing, Cap is also incredibly proficient at throwing knives, even blades that aren’t aerodynamically made for throwing. This indicates Steve is versed in shurikenjitsu, a discipline of ninjutsu focusing on hurling edged weapons like throwing stars. Given his vast range of fighting styles and expertise, plus the fact that he’s a super soldier, Captain America has no real flaws that can be exploited by an enemy. It takes a much more powerful alien like Thanos (Josh Brolin) to overwhelm Steve Rogers in a fight. This is why when Cap fought himself in Avengers: Endgame, he had to play the mind game of evoking Bucky’s name to knock his younger self out.

Next: What Captain America 4 With Sam Means For Steve Rogers’ MCU Future

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octoberland · 6 years

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I was tagged by @cindy-df Thank you!

Height: 5′4″

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Red

Body: Pudgy but strong

Personality: Introvert

Ability: Um, I’m a good cook. And I’m good with animals. I have an uncanny knack for sussing out smells. I like to think I’m a decent writer but who knows. I’m also learning how to fight and to defend myself.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, watching TV shows. Does the internet count as a hobby? Oh, and gaming too.

Experiences: I could write a book with all the experiences I’ve had. My life right now is very quiet and boring but in my younger days I was a free spirit and had a lot of adventures. I did not have a normal life growing up and was denied certain basic opportunities so instead I pursued a creative life. I’ve been a mime, been in a band (a band of some note), I’ve done fetish modeling back in my slimmer days and did work as a pro domme. I’ve been published off and on over the years. Met and interviewed some wonderful actors and directors and done some acting myself. But don’t let any of that fool you. I’m nothing special and have definitely not lived a charmed life.

I once broke in New Year’s Eve standing in a fountain. Made out with a husband on his wedding day (we were all poly). Got a ride home from some random drug dealers and got serenaded on the phone by a hip hop singer. I’ve made love under a full moon on a lake with a man I’d only met hours before. And before you judge, I’m still friends with him to this day.

I lived a lot in a very short period of time. Was it worth it? Mostly I’d say I don’t regret it. The only thing I really regret is how utter shit I’ve been at relationships. But there’s a lot of factors for why that is and is maybe a post for another day. I’ll just say, if you’re on the young side, DO NOT SETTLE. Do not wait for them to get better. Do not wrap up your self worth in other people. Put yourself first, always.

My life: Is very quiet now and there’s a lot of reasons for that. Partly it’s my introvert nature.But it’s also that a lot of my real life friends are older than I am (just by happenstance) and so they are at different places in their life than I am. I’m still young enough that I want to go out to the movies and out to eat and stuff like that. But my older friends all like to stay home and go to bed early. I love them but it is a fundamental difference.

But aside from that things aren’t all bad. I write. I do editing. I have my animals. I just recently passed my yellow belt exam in Krav Maga. And I have you guys. :)

I tag my new followers again because I still want to get to know you guys.

@nezzyy22-blog @palatynewrites @closet-reylo @greyeyedstorm @agir1ukn0w

And whoever else feels like doing it.

#meme #personal

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spillsofcolor · 4 years

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Namachi, the Life-Force Hero

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Overview

Name: Kinoko Shinzui ( 心髄気の子 )

“Hero” Alias: Namachi ( 生血 )

Age: 22

Birthday: July 20 || Zodiac: Cancer

Height: 5′5″ || Blood Type: AB+

Gender Orientation: Female || Pronouns: She/her/hers

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Occupation: Full-Time UA High Counselor

Quirk: Lifeblood (Emitter/Activation-type Quirk)

Details found in the Comprehensive Quirk Analysis: Lifeblood-Kinesis

Combat Style: Close-to-Mid-Range Physical Combat

Prefers not to use Quirk; relies on Self-Defense Martial Arts

Knows: Krav Maga, Southern & Northern Praying Mantis, Baguazhang

Notable Dialogue Cues:

[ “ ” ] = whiteboard-written dialogue

{ “ ” } = hand-signed dialogue

Face Claim: Megumi Sakura (Gakkou Gurashi!)

Appearance & Notable Features

Hair: soft & silky pale ash-brown hair; shoulder-blade length; often found in different hairstyles outside of work but defaults to a low-braided(?) bun during work

Eyes: tender/gentle reddish-mauve eyes

Complexion & Marks: very light skin tone, very soft; scars all over her body, most notably on her fingers; small scarring on ears; that baby-face tho

Notable Accessories: ribbon-bell hair tie(s); red-frame glasses (also wears eye contacts); red hearing aid; thin silver ring on right middle finger (bears a hidden nail that’s revealed with an outstretched hand if she needs to use her Quirk); hip pouch full of whiteboard colorful markers; whiteboard w/ shoulder strap

Workplace Accessories: Spare Mini-Whiteboard & Whiteboard Markers (for client); Miniature Zen Garden (on side-table next to couch); Tabletop Water Fountain (doubles as a Device for a Counseling App)

Personality & Preferences

General Personality: an overall sweetheart; intuitive; empathetic; compassionate; humble; modest; sincere; insecure; morally righteous; selfless; expressive; curious; self-sacrificing

Interests: dancing; gardening; hanakotoba; tarot card reading

Likes: subtly sweet pastries; lavender & chamomile flowers; people passionately talking about a thing they like; stargazing; tiny animals; axolotls; colder temperatures (mainly likes how it makes her feel all snug & drowsy)

Dislikes: betrayal; bullying; ocean/deep water

Tendencies: misplacing her glasses; head tilts; fiddling with strands of hair

Fashion Taste: roomy/puffy/over-sized tops; long-sleeves or turtlenecks; scarves; leggings/stockings; ankle boots; neutrals w/ accents & light/pastel color schemes

Bio

A young, deaf counselor at UA High who once dreamed of being a hero herself. Though she never got a chance to see through this dream to fruition, her reputation back from hero training was enough to make her an ‘honorary hero’ who occasionally assists the police force in interrogation with the help of her ‘emotion-color’ synesthesia. Kinoko’s life here on Earth isn’t a long one due to the nature of her Quirk and how recklessly she used it back in hero training. If being a Pro Hero jeopardizes her remaining lifespan, then the least she can do is imprint on the hearts of future heroes so that they may carry on her dreams as a hero.

Backstory

Being the inheritor of her mother’s Quirk, Kinoko’s father insisted that she never tried to use it no matter the circumstances. The nature of the Quirk made using it akin to a ‘suicide mission’ in his eyes, and since he’d already lost his wife, he couldn’t afford to lose his daughter, too. Losing his wife resulted in him working double-time with his hero work, making time with Kinoko limited to time in the morning until he drops her off at school, all the way to late at night when he arrives home only to tuck her in to sleep. As a result, Kinoko’s spent most of her time alone either indoors or at a nearby public park.

Her childhood bore a lot of bullying in elementary school. Since she wasn’t allowed to use her Quirk, everyone assumed that she was basically Quirkless. Despite this, Kinoko remained steadfast in reaching her goal of being a hero despite her father’s wishes. Much like Uraraka, she wanted to make money so that she and her father could live a comfortable life. Her dream would be short-lived, however, when she would frequently lose too much blood during internship as a result of her reckless, self-sacrificing behavior.

Remembering her endeavors and still wishing to leave a mark in history, Kinoko eventually switched gears and instead studied to become a licensed therapist in hopes of being an active support in future heroes’ mental health.

Fun Facts

Kinoko is a combination of kinodoku [ 気の毒 (adjectival noun, n) = pitiful, unfortunate, a pity ] and ko [ 子 (n, n-suffix) = child ].

Interestingly enough, pasting きのどく into Google Translate comes out as ‘short-lived’ -- which is funny, because Kinoko is meant to have a short lifespan due to her Quirk. ¯\_(ᐛ )_/¯

Shinzui ( 心髄 ) is a noun/noun-adjective meaning "true meaning, mystery, essence, quintessence, soul, core, kernel, life blood”.

Namachi ( 生血 ) literally means “fresh blood” or “life blood”

Kinoko is a surprisingly lip-reader. She’s also a very fast writer, which certainly helps when she’s mostly communicating through her white board.

When it comes to sign language. Kinoko fluently knows Japanese Sign Language (JSL) and some basics in American Sign Language (ASL). Part of her wishes she could teach a JSL class.

It’s uncertain whether it relates to the person’s inner emotions or their very soul, but Kinoko’s ‘emotion-color’ synesthesia allows her to see a cloud of colors around each and every individual, which seems to emit from the skin.

Emotion-Color Synesthesia isn’t exactly an official category, but regardless she may likely be a synesthete (person with synesthesia) of that nature.

Due to the nature of her Quirk, Kinoko bears high tolerance to pain.

Fortunately, Kinoko’s blood type is specifically AB+, making her a universal blood recipient (Blood Type O- being the universal blood donor).

Kinoko has a male leucistic axolotl pet named Haibi, after the flower of gentleness, hibiscus.

Baguazhang is well-known for being what Airbending is based on, while the Southern Praying Mantis is what Toph Beifong’s unique Earthbending style is based on.

Her favorite hero is the Blood Hero: Vlad King due to having a blood-related Quirk.

Kinoko is inspired by Shouko Nishimiya from the animated film A Silent Voice.