20 8 / 2014

Things Dumbledore Did That’d Be Creepy If You Did Them [ x ]

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20 8 / 2014


Nicole Beharie, discussing her work playing Abbie Mills on Sleepy Hollow.


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20 8 / 2014

Anonymous said: In my story, there are three sixteen year old girls who have all been training in martial arts for a few years. One of them is tiny and underweight, one of them is average size and the other is tall and heavily muscled. How would their fighting styles differ?


This post is going to cover a few different aspects of the martial arts lifestyle to help you with your characters. You can take it or leave it as what works for you. I’m going to assume this ask is non-fantasy. Some of this post is going to relate to different emerging personalities, the realities of teenagers and the physical effects of martial arts training, and some of the truths about trainee retention. I’m going to assume that by a few years, you mean three.

If they’re all training on the same martial art, then their fighting style is going to be mostly the same. What differs is outlook. Let’s talk about that.

(Try to remember these are generalizations before you leap up with the torches.)

First Things First:

If they’re all training on the same martial art and at the same school, then their fighting style is going to be the same. There’s going to be some minute differences in approach, but the martial art molds itself to the body during training. You learn what works best for you. However, it’s not going to be like an anime. Anime choose to differentiate fighting styles among characters for a very specific reason: they need to be visually distinct and visually interesting. Since neither of these are qualities you have to worry about when working with a written format, don’t worry about it.

See, when you don’t know what you’re looking at, it all looks pretty much the same doesn’t it?

The rest is below the cut.

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20 8 / 2014



it here

…my feelings about this are decidedly not complex.

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20 8 / 2014



I wasn’t sure how to start this, so I’ll just jump right in. 

My father was a cop. He was a good cop! He was a great cop. He taught me about defending people, he taught me about being honest, he taught me about helping people. I always thought it was funny how he stood differently in the uniform, how he did his damnedest to do his job right. He died a good man, and a good cop. I’m one of the first people who gets a twinge when I hear ‘all cops are bad’.

I was raised around cops. I went to the barbecues, I went to the functions, I was friends with their kids. I knew all their nicknames and the radio slang and the badge numbers, and they were always nice to me. I understand the desire to defend cops. But you have to stop.

I watched when a handful of cops attempted to frame my dad for mishandling evidence, because he was getting old and was trying to draw out his service with desk work so he could slow down and not be as stressed when he retired. My father had to retire early, because the cops he’d worked with for years were hounding him. He’d always been stressed, hadn’t gone to the doctor enough, and a few weeks after he retired his heart caught up with him, and he was dead.

My father was a good cop. They are out there, and they do their best.

But I tell you this with the knowledge of someone who has lived and played among and around cops for their whole life.

Cops are a different breed. The uniform goes on, and they aren’t your dad anymore. For some of them, the power that comes with it is easy to put to the side. But most of them are not that strong, and most of them are not that good, and most of them will sell you the second they get the chance. For a long time, I would have been the first person to jump to a police officer’s defense, but I know better now.

Know your rights, comply as best you can, fight back as safely as you can, do not trust them.

And whenever you can, make sure the world knows they’re rotten. Make sure everyone knows, and this goes out especially to my fellow white people- don’t say ‘well….’ no. No. They’re not good. I’m too far away to really DO anything, but I can spread the word, the information, and give my own experience to try and tell you all, that when people are screaming this loudly, YOU ARE AT FAULT for trying to yell louder than them, for trying to ignore them. To deny that black people are being gunned down intentionally is to deny that you can see what’s unfolding in front of you. No good cop would be standing in those lines and firing gas cans into a crowd of peaceful innocents. A good cop would be one of the folks standing with the people.

Don’t let cops think they’re right. Don’t give them ANY back up. Don’t defend them. 

If they’re standing anywhere other than with you, they don’t deserve it.

This is important.

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19 8 / 2014



Do not wear contact lenses if you are in a situation where you may be tear-gassed.  When I went through basic training, we were warned that there was a possibility the tear gas they were using could melt contact lenses.


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19 8 / 2014





im really interested in zombie apocalypse media as a projection and extension of young american male craving for power-based survival-of-the-fittest type narratives that celebrate violence and dehumanization of the…

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19 8 / 2014







"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

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19 8 / 2014



to everyone saying “what has happened to our world”

sad reality.



to everyone saying “what has happened to our world”

sad reality.

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