all the missing pieces

Here’s to the ones who have nothing figured out in their lives currently, the ones who wake up each day with no desire to ever leave their beds, the ones who fake smiles and wear a mask each day just so they wouldn’t hurt anyone around them, here’s to the ones who sleep with tears in their eyes and pain in their hearts, the ones who stay inside for days trying to pull themselves together as if they’re a puzzle missing all it’s pieces, here’s to the ones who find themselves spacing out thinking about how lonely they feel deeply in their bones even when they’re surrounded by all their loved ones, here’s to the ones who are afraid of their own thoughts and own beings, the ones who have to fight every damn day so they wouldn’t drown and collapse within their own selves, here’s to the ones who will look at you directly in the eye and tell you that they’re completely and utterly fine even when every cell in their body tells them to throw themselves at you and scream their pain and agony so loud that you wouldn’t have any other option but to listen, here’s to the ones who don’t know who they are, who feel as if they’re so many people all at once, who cannot afford the luxury of understanding their minds, here’s to the ones who ache silently, cry from within and stand strong as if their worlds aren’t collapsing down on them, here’s to the strongest souls out there, the ones who suffer all by themselves.
—  nada toghoj
the best parts of the raven boys (featuring me crying)

- adam and ronan literally dragging each other on moving dollys behind the bmw like what nerds

- “if it had a social security number, ronan had fought with it”

- noah told them like 400 times that he was dead why was this news

- ronan being so extra about picking fights with declan. school? sure. monmouth? hell yea. nino’s parking lot? let’s fuckin go!!!

- the first thing blue ever sees ronan do is run into the light hanging above the booth at nino’s #clumsygay™

- ronan’s number on the nino’s bathroom stall door (honestly what the fuck)

- president cell phone

- gansey describing his friends as “the sulky one” and “the smudgy one”

- take a shot every time blue or adam call gansey condescending 

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She shook her head. “Don’t say it. Please, don’t say it,” she begged him. Her heart was breaking and she knew what was coming.

“I love you, okay?” he exclaimed. “Somewhere along the way, I fell so deeply in love with you that I cannot find fresh air. I can’t breathe when I’m around you. You smile at me and, for just one second, I think you feel it, too. You laugh and my heart feels like it could burst at the sound. You hug me and I feel like you’re the perfect puzzle piece I’ve been missing all along. You got under my skin. How could you expect me to keep it to myself?”

Tears streamed down her cheeks. She loved him, she did. She wanted him to have the fairytale ending that he deserved, she just couldn’t be the one to give it to him. It broke her heart to hear him say all these words he could never take back, because she knew that once they were spoken, things could never be the same. He was her best friend. She was going to lose her best friend.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t.”

—  It shouldn’t be called friend-zoning when you end up losing your friend // excerpt #153
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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

OKAY OKAY SO IMAGINE A TEAM VOLTRON MODEL AU !!!

- Most of them are from different companies, but they’re united by Allura, genius designer of their time who sees them and knows immediately she needs them for her shows

- Coran is the photographer and he makes them all feel super comfortable because he knows how awkward it can be sometimes (coran used to be a model too!!)

- Keith and Shiro aka Broganes are a famous duo that come from a powerhouse company; they debuted together and have modeled as a pair since then, attracting a huge following

- Hunk and Pidge also model together for a different company, and Allura loves their dynamics

- Lance is an instagram model (best friends with Hunk but didn’t get to debut with him because of personal reasons ;))))

- Originally Allura had gathered just Keith, Shiro, Hunk, and Pidge for her team but she saw a picture of lance on Hunk’s phone as he was scrolling through his feed and knew she HAD to have lance for the team; he was the missing piece

- lance being insecure around all of them because they’re all big shot models and he’s just a rookie who’s never actually done a fashion show; Shiro becoming a father figure to him because they get shit drunk one night and lance’s insecurities bubble out to Shiro, who takes it all in with a soft smile and reassuring words

- pidge and keith causing trouble around the team house, constantly pranking Lance who screeches in disbelief every time it happens

- lance and keith arguing constantly, even during interviews and in behind the scenes videos; they become famous and everyone starts shipping klance

- they reveal their relationship through a photo shoot that Allura labels “Roses are Red, Violets are Blue” and its keith and lance in varying flower themed clothes and it’s just rlly cute !!!!

- Shay is a stylist on the team and Hunk is absolutely in love with her !!! pidge constantly makes fun of him

- matt is an editor of one of the magazines most of their photo shoots show up on and he’s always teasing pidge about their photos

- allura and shiro date in secret and the entire team is scandalized when they walk in on the two making out after a show; keith looks at his nails, unbothered “I knew along. you two make fucking heart eyes at each other all the time.”

JUST !!! TEAM VOLTRON AS MODELS WITH ALLURA AS A DESIGNER AND CORAN AS A PHOTOGRAPHER AND !!!!!!

The parts of you I know, I love.
Flaws and imperfections and all.
The parts of you that you share,
I cherish and hold dear.

So if you’ll show yourself to me,
true colors and missing puzzle
pieces and all. I promise you.
I promise to love you, still.

No matter what burden you carry.
No matter what past you are haunted by.
Your pieces and secrets shall be
safe with me. I swear, always.

—  “Unpack your baggage”
remnant-thoughts
From The Dining Table

13 Hours Later.

When she woke up, she was still alone.

Initially, she’d forgotten all about the night before. The first thing she noticed was the strange buzzing sound of the thermostat in the corner, which was obviously not working at all because the room was freezing. The chilly air nipped at her cheeks, and she snuggled further into the mattress as she tucked her head into the comforter with a soft whimper, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head.

Her eyes were still stinging from her tears the night before mixed with the lack of sleep. She’d managed to finally drift off at around four in the morning, but she couldn’t tell by the window whether it was eight in the morning or two in the afternoon.

Their screams from the night before still echoed in the walls.

She slid the covers off of her head and opened her eyes slowly, staring at the pale yellow motel ceiling. It was the color of Easter yellow, she’d decided, and it reminded her of chocolate and gardens and everything happy. It reminded her of some distant life where she probably would have done something to be proud of.

The ache in her chest resonated throughout her entire body, and her head was pounding to the rhythm of her heart—it was the only way she could be sure it was still beating.

She felt like someone had torn it out of her chest.

She turned onto her side and looked at the space in the bed beside her, clutching onto the soft material of the comforter until her knuckles turned white. Waking up on her own wasn’t new to her—she’d done it time and time again in the past two years, so much that she’d become numb to the loneliness that came with it. But this time was different…

This time, she knew he wasn’t coming back.

She suddenly felt a tear roll down her face, and just like that, she couldn’t get him out of her head.

He was everywhere.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so I just read some of your posts about martial arts, and if I understood it right, is that greater muscle mass doesn't actually make you stronger, it just makes it easier/faster to build up strength. Thinking of the upper body, if you have two individuals where one has more mm than the other (or a man/woman), on the assumption that both have equal capacity and training, the person with greater mm wouldn't directly be *stronger* because of the mm, but has just progressed faster? Is that it?

So, here’s the thing. Martial arts do not rely on strength, some techniques such as joint locks and throws require no strength at all. Muscle helps, but it is not comparable to understanding of technique. You’re not actually going to be build up a lot of muscle mass when practicing martial arts techniques by themselves. You will when doing endurance training and strength training separately, but that’s about it. Then, in the more advanced section, we get into the admission that its not about how hard you hit but rather where (and how deeply the force penetrates the body).

You don’t need to be physically “strong” to break bricks, for example. Rather, it’s a question of your ability to visualize past an object so the force carries through.

Most of martial arts is about manipulation of body mechanics to generate force. Muscles help, but not as much as most people think and certainly not in the way they think. The average athlete will have more muscle mass and muscular definition than the average martial artist. For fighting, endurance trumps flat physical strength. Too much of a certain type of muscle, such as that seen on a body builder, becomes detrimental. After all, muscle weighs more than fat. If you’re totally ripped, it becomes more difficult to move quickly which is detrimental and the amount of weight you’re carrying around reduces the length of time you can fight.

More than that, different humans develop visible definition in their musculature at different rates. In some cases, it requires a very specific, pointed regimen to get the look you see off of body builders and actors. Women have a very difficult time achieving visible definition, especially in their upper body. So, being able to see muscle doesn’t necessarily mean it isn’t there.

So, you’re still thinking about it wrong. Muscle mass (as in the size of your muscles) isn’t what’s important. There are essentially two different kinds of muscles that one can develop.

1) the ones gained by stretching/elongating the muscle over a period of time, which is what you get from most sports like running and general aerobic exercise.

2) the ones gained by tearing the muscles so they build up over time, this is what you get from body-building, weight lifting, pushups, and other similar exercises.

For a combatant, the first one is actually more important because it emphasizes building of endurance. Your muscles remain lean, you build up wind, though you won’t gain much in the way of definition. The second one is also important but in moderation as too much muscle mass will actually impede movement and slow you down. One is endurance, the other is strength. Endurance is far more necessary, because that’s what allows you to fight for a prolonged period of time without growing tired.

The problem is the vast majority of the population is only aware of the second and most obvious type of muscle. They place all the emphasis on it. Ironically, of course, this shouldn’t be news to fans of Dragonball Z. Where the problem of over emphasizing training on building up muscle mass gets addressed during the Cell Saga. (Kudos for anyone who remembers which Super Saiyan got their butt whipped.) In this case, a bodybuilder would be at a greater disadvantage in a fight as opposed to a runner.

The second thing to understand about women is that they have what’s called a subcutaneous layer of fat underneath the surface of the skin. For some women, it is very difficult to build up any sort of visible definition and sometimes even requires a specific type workout regimen to achieve it. This doesn’t mean these women don’t have muscle, it’s just not visible and that makes it hard to accurately judge how much. Women also develop muscle differently from men, having an easier time building up their legs and their core than the upper body. However, those are just as essential to combat as your upper body. Your core is your primary means of maintaining balance, and acts as the body’s centerpoint. If you’ve got a weak center, it doesn’t matter how strong your arms are.

The third thing to understand is about rippling muscles. The more visible the muscle, the easier it is to find the pressure points. Most pressure points on the body exist in the places where separate muscles meet, so the more definition someone has then the easier they are to find.

If you assume both have equal capacity and training, then it doesn’t matter how much muscle mass is visible or who has more.

The issue you keep running into is in thinking that muscle = strength, which it doesn’t. The second is the assumption that physical strength is what matters, which again it doesn’t.

Technical proficiency matters. Endurance matters. Wind, as in how much oxygen you can get into your body, matters. Balance matters, your core muscles as in the abdominal muscles are the most important muscles to develop. The rest of it? Less so.

 Physical strength can enhance, but only to a certain, limited degree. In martial arts, force is generated through the motion. Being able to deadlift 200 pounds doesn’t mean you can hit with anywhere near 200 pounds of force when your arm is moving. The amount of weight you lift doesn’t translate to force. Instead, we look to how force is generated through the movement of the body. To generate the maximum amount of force in a punch, you need to throw your whole body behind it.

This means your hand, your wrist, your arm, your shoulder are working in concert with your hips and your legs and your feet. However, there is a limit to how much force can be generated. A kick creates more momentum and is more powerful than a punch. Techniques where you spin, such as the spinning backfist or the wheelkick, are more powerful than the average martial arts technique. The more momentum you generate, the harder you hit. The same goes for jump kicks. The more momentum there is, the more force created. When you’re talking a judo or aikido throw, the point is to let the opponent’s body do the work for you. You get them into the air and their body in motion provides the force when they hit the ground. You don’t need to be strong, you just need to get them moving.

Martial arts techniques both offensive and defensive revolve around the concept of creating, negating, and redirecting momentum. This includes both yours and your opponent’s.

Here is a simple example:

Someone charges at you. You’ve got three options. You can stand there and take it. You can attempt to negate the charge by grabbing hold of them as they come and springing your feet backwards so you both likely end up on the ground. Or, you can get out of the way. (Maybe, you risk sticking your foot out to trip them.)

These are the basic concepts of martial arts defense.

It doesn’t really matter if it’s a big person charging you or a small one. It will matter a lot more if they are a linebacker, a wrestler, or someone who understands how to slam their shoulder into their opponent’s core to knock them over.

I get that this concept runs directly counter to the way combat is presented in media, and that’s why it ends up harder to comprehend. Just as many people end up discouraged when they start exercising to lose weight and end up gaining instead, because they were never taught that muscle weighs more than fat. That muscle will eat your fat, and help them achieve the body they want. All they know is weight itself as an aggregate is bad, if they are gaining then exercise must not be working, and they end up quitting because of it.

If you think about combat primarily in terms of strength then you will miss all the other fundamental pieces that are ultimately more important. When martial artists talk about “strength”, they’re usually referring to the generation of momentum rather or the technique’s effectiveness rather than how much you can lift or some other definition of physical strength.

Otherwise, the word you’re looking for fortitude.

-Michi

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You once said that a step towards recovery means I’ll need to break myself into pieces, darling I’ve been trying to put my heart back together. I like to step on myself sometimes, I don’t take compliments well because I don’t think too highly of myself. When you step on the same lego piece everyday even your ego starts to melt a little. You once said that if I find someone to hold my thoughts before I hold their heart– then maybe she’s the one. Or maybe there’s no one out there, who knows, right? We can circle around this a little longer than always, but I’ll always run back to the why. Why do I want to conquer my memories? Each city that I’ve built for them inside of my head is still bright and I’ve not let a single light bulb blow out, I’m so out of it– while thoughtlessly I’ve been reaching out of my head, my heart likes to beat me to it. It says that love can only be achieved if I chase after it. You once said that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Do you still believe in those words? Because if I’m not cruel to myself, I could be cruel to someone else. If I read enough books, do you think I’d finally own a chapter in my own life? If I open up some more, will I close off opportunities for myself to the prospect of loving myself? And what about them? Vanity is my master and I’m a slave. It’s okay to be a little vain sometimes, right? I’ve got it in my veins, maybe I’m the only honest one. You once said that if I trip over the same rock and stub my toe a million times within a week, you’d still say it’s okay. Like falling requires gravity to bend to my whispers. Like drowning demands my lies to swim back to shore. Like dying seeps through my eyes, how can I love if all I’ve got is missing pieces? You once said that a river flows like time and if I’m out of seconds– you’ll just record your voice saying I love you until I finally get it. I remember everything that love has to offer, but never the person. I remember the feeling of infection that is affection. And if I walk alone and get hit by a car, maybe it’s just another story that I won’t write. Some words live in between the lines, I’ve been seeing dualities. Life and death is just a kiss and hug. Black and white, storms and clouds are just pears and apples. Poetry and prose likes to sound sweet, but it’s the bitter bits of me that’s suicidal. Love and hate was born from strangers, so you never knew the difference between the moon and the sun– the lightness of tomorrow likes to coat the darkness of past days. Cigarettes and lung cancer, a dance of smoke that disguises itself as stress free, do you think I’ll die healthy? Drugs and my body, which one will make me feel better if I’ve been sweating for a week? You once said that we’re spinning around in a circle just waiting for someone to stop by– grab my attention and you can have my voice, steal from my hands and you can have my poems, which hurts more to have loved or to not have loved at all? An empty silence that’s so full of itself– I can’t hear myself think inside of my own head. I’ve got file cabinets tagged under read later, but I’m a sucker for love– so I feed into it. You once said if the sky breaks into a brighter day, you’ll be there. That is wishful thinking, my favorite kind. Words can’t give meaning to our story, but we still write. You once said that it has to mean something. Every statement paused long enough for several lifetimes to become real again. It feels like such a long time, but we’re still in love with them in there somewhere. It’s buried. It’s in a coffin, but it’s there and we know it. We can hear it. We can hear it. Fuck, we can hear it. That little beating that isn’t ours, it’s always theirs. And that’s my fear, you once said that maybe that’s my fate– I’m supposed to cling onto that strand of innocence, of who I used to be, to remember what it feels like to feel, it has to mean something. Giving meaning to nothing, my favorite pastime. Giving something to someone, the only way that I’ve been living. You once said that until I learn to keep more for myself, I’ll always end up in square one– alone, but as long as I’ve got you, it’s not true, right? Some thoughts like to sleep alone, that’s not one of them. Hold onto that piece of us, the poetic storm that is joy. Keep your kindness to a burn, a stretched out sunrise screaming your name is my simmer. I know about nothing and that’s my one redeeming quality. I know that I don’t know shit, and that’s why I write like this. I know that I don’t love like I used to, and that’s why I love like this. I know that I’m not the same person from last year, and that’s why my guilt likes to trip up. I know that I’m no longer in love with her, but I can’t seem to explain the empty feeling unless I spell her name backwards under a star somewhere that I can’t touch. I know that I’m still messed up, but I’m just taking advantage of my youth. You once said some people will get over you in a week, but it’ll take you a lifetime to get over someone. If forever is a drug then I’ve overdosed. If always is a lie then I’ll take the beautiful. If never is more and a secret is sore– then I’m sorry about the words that didn’t stop, I am trying. I am always trying. You once said that if we kiss the ocean long enough, the mountains will answer. I’ve buried my love letters on the highest mountain and emptied my heart into my art. If I live long enough to spread my wings, do you think I’d still be condemned? Life is too short to live in the past, but I can’t stop asking about my what ifs. Love is too long to just be over, but I’ll just keep painting over it with a new layer of red. If you’re still reading, then I’m still writing. This yin and yang battle of ours has no meaning. Tortured souls live in the canvas and I’ve seen enough chains– I shall be unbound someday. You once said I love you– darling, that’s the only fucking truth that I believe in. You once said that soulmates aren’t always lovers– I guess it’s just you. You once said that flowers don’t just bloom, they wilt– so I guess I’m just withered. You once said that if you had your way, I’d own the universe. You don’t get it. When you became my best friend, I got it.
—  You once said

مکتوب

There are just some things that need to be left in Allah’s Hands because whatever happens, He has already written it for us.

So you do not need to worry and be anxious over the missing pieces of the puzzle.

They will all be placed by Allah according to His decree just as how He has perfectly created these flowers, leaving not one detail of it unfinished.

I Love this!😍❤

Got7 x Eating show via V Cookie channel on the Vlive app!

P.s. Jackson wasn’t there he has a busy schedule but I hope he knows we all missed him❤

Peep Jinyoungs head piece😂😍


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Stare [M]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, poly!yoonseok

Word Count: 2,627

Summary: Hoseok comes home late, but that doesn’t mean he gets to miss out on all the fun. This is a companion piece to Sweat [M

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“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” you asked, plopping down on the couch next to Yoongi.

Your boyfriend nodded, throwing his arm around your shoulder and guiding you to his lap. “What do you want to watch?” he asked as he pulled you into his arms.

“Something mindless” you quipped as you settled back into his chest.

He ran his hands through your hair, causing you to let out a soft purr. “Alright, calm down” he teased as he removed his hand from the tangles of your hair and started to flip through the movie options.

You pointed at the screen, “That one!” your voice coming out a little too excited.

Yoongi groaned, “You’re really going to make me watch this again? Haven’t you seen this like 500 times?”

“505,” you corrected as you stole the remote out of his hands and pressed play. “Kiki’s Delivery Service is the only thing that’s going to make me feel better right now.”

You felt a pinch in your back, “Or you could actually talk to your boss about what’s been going on”

“Shh, you’re talking over my favorite part” you nudge your elbow into his stomach.

“It’s the credits, Y/N” Yoongi retorted.

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