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anonymous asked:

So, this isn't exactly a writing question, but I'm not sure where else to ask. Is it at all possible for someone with chronic wrist pain, such that they can't take impacts on their hands for any significant length of time, to still learn a martial art? And if so, what martial arts would be best, like ones that focus more on kicks or grappling?

There are students with all sorts of disabilities who are training right now. So, don’t let that stop you.

I’ve worked with martial artists who had a variety of health issues, from those recovering from cancer to eighty year olds training for their black belts. I know of students in other programs ranging from blindness to deafness to only having one arm. Lots of kids with glasses train, and take their glasses off for sparring. One of my training partners for my third degree test was a woman who’d recently recovered from a stroke and had specific health concerns we worked around. There was a certain pace she needed to train at, which was fine. Master Reyes was upfront about it with me when he assigned me to work with her, and she was upfront about it with me. She passed her test by the way.

It is very common in martial arts schools to have students who have specific health concerns, chronic pain, and injuries. It is part of the job of the instructors at these schools to develop work arounds together with their students.  Whether the instructor needs to keep an eye on the time because one of the kids you’re training needs to take their meds during your class. These are all issues that can be worked out. (Consider the number of geriatric students who come in on the regular. There are quite a few.)

As martial arts instructors, we are legally obligated to care for our students when they’re on our floor. (And we care about them because they’re family.) You’ll find plenty of teachers who also have or have had injuries whether they’re permanent or not. One of my master’s had a blown out knee from a gymnastics injury, he was thirty years old and he limped around the floor.

People of all ages, all dispositions, and all backgrounds come through a martial arts studio’s door. Sometimes, they’re people with chronic pain, sometimes they have heart issues, sometimes they’re diabetics. 

A healthy body is not a necessary requirement for recreation the same way it is in the military or the police. In a healthy martial arts school, you will find instructors who are more than happy to work with you and find solutions that fit your needs. Unless you take a boxing-type martial art like Kickboxing or Muay Thai (and even then), you will be hitting air 90% of the time.

It’ll take time to work out your limits and to find alternative options. However, it will be up to you find those limits. Stay in touch with your doctor. Over time you will learn how to discern between good pain and bad pain, and you’ll be better able to moderate what you can do and how long your participate. It’ll also be up to you to keep your instructor updated.

As for which martial art would work best, I’d actually advise you to start with what you want to be learning (90% of success begins with interest) and work your way around to finding a studio in your area who’d be willing to make the accommodations you need. Those are the people you want to be entrusting your safety to. Those men and women are the good beans. Work with the people who want to work with you towards your success.

When you have a disability or chronic pain here’s what you do when looking for a school:

1) Start with a martial art that interests you.

There’s absolutely no reason why your disability or injury should stand in the way of you learning what you want. I guarantee there is a school out there full of martial arts masters who’ll become a second family to you. So, you should start with what you want. Want to fight like a ninja turtle? (I did when I was five, okay.) Run over to or somewhere similar to figure out what the martial arts used in the movie were. Once you have that in hand, go to the internet and look up videos on the Tube. Want to study that? Great! To Google!

2) Do research over what is available in your area.

This is the tough part, your choices are going to be limited based on what’s available and feasible to reach. You may not find what you want available in your area. Google for the local martial arts schools in your area (this goes faster once you have a beat on martial arts you want), and see what comes up. Find one you like? Read the reviews, and make sure to look them up on other review sites like Yelp. Make a list of several (yes, several) you’d be interested in. Always have backups in case the first doesn’t work out. You’re probably going to want family schools, but go with what you want. You’re a customer, and if you sign up, you are going to paying them to provide you with a service. Keep that in mind.

3) Make the call

Once you have the schools and the numbers, give them a call. Most martial arts schools have someone working the desk and reception while the instructors teach. This is the person who makes the appointments and handles the gear.

Ask them if it’d be possible to visit the school, make an appointment, and look in on a class. (You don’t need to be upfront about your needs yet.) This is a common practice for students scouting out schools, so no need to be shy. I recommend looking in on an adult class as it’ll be easier to talk to those students after.

Remember, this is a business so they’re going to try to sell you. If you get easily flustered remember to write up and bring a list of questions to ask that you wrote up beforehand.

4) Look in on a class

Before you sign up for the first lesson, look in on a class first. Half the success of any martial arts program is going to be how well you sync with the people who are going to teach you. Watching a class lets you scout out an instructor’s teaching style and talk to the students without pressure. Come a little early so you can watch the students file in, how they interact with each other, and the warm ups.

Think about it like dating. You want a match who works for you.

The general feel and attitude of a good school is one that is relaxed. The teacher is in good spirits, humble, and explains easily. The students look happy when they’re on the floor, they’re in a good mood, social with each other both before and after class, and everyone is generally happy. They’re focused when they’re on the floor. Students who are happy with their school will try to sell you on it if you ask. They’re enthusiastic! You are looking for a warm, friendly, relaxed, and happy environment.

Trust me, you’ll know it when you see it.

You don’t want to be in a school that’s controlling, where the instructor is uptight, angry, or yells at their students. If they’re prideful or act like the source of all wisdom, then you don’t want to be there. You don’t want a place where the students seem unhappy. If you walk into a place like this, leave. You don’t have to bring up your health issues. Know it’s not for you. Look elsewhere.

5) Talk to the instructor

Whoever you talk with on the phone will probably have told the school’s owner or instructor that you’ll be there, so don’t be surprised if they seek out out either before or after the class. If they don’t and you like what you see, introduce yourself. Express your interest and ask if you can set up an appointment (either now if you like it) or at a later date where you can talk more. Let the instructor sell you on their school.

You can either bring up your health issues at this point, or later when you talk to them again. See what they say. It is important to be upfront about it because whoever you will be training with values your health and safety. That is part of their job. Do not forget it.

You will, probably, find plenty of instructors who’ve worked with students that had health issues before. They’re either going to say thanks but no thanks, (if that’s the case, look elsewhere, you want the masters who want you) or they’re going to ask you some questions about your specific needs.

If you decide you like this person and their school, make an appointment to take the first beginner’s lesson. (This is usually free! Sometimes, you get a free gi too! Heyo!)

6) Take the First Lesson

What it says on the tin. They may ask you about your needs again, if they don’t remember or don’t bring it up then remind them. Anyway, take the lesson, see how you feel.

Like it? Like the price package? Yay! Sign up.

Don’t like it? Repeat steps 2-6 with another school.

7) Double Check With Your Doctor (Bonus, Important Step)

I’d double check your needs and discuss this course with your doctor in step 2, but do it again anyway. The school may ask for your medical documentation anyway, and you will, of course, need to sign a waiver. Have a list of everything that might possibly go wrong and what the signs are when your wrists have had too much. Give it to your new instructors, they will put it in your file and reference back to it over your time spent training with them.

8) Start Taking Classes

You’ve made it to Step 8. The last step. The big kahuna. Enjoy your new martial arts life. Remember to keep working to build the bond of trust between you and your teacher. Don’t be afraid to bring up your needs and remind them if they forget.

When I was a little bean, I broke my leg. During the latter half of my recovery after I finally got off the crutches, I still had specific activities I couldn’t engage in. I went back to my martial arts school, and started training again. I went from not being able to run (so I had to do other exercises when everyone else did) to not being able to jump (No jumping till June) until I was finally free. (”You can’t jump yet, right?” “No, busabumnim! I can jump today! I can jump!”) My instructors were with me every step of the way, easing me (twelve year old bean) back into it so I could test for my black belt the next year. It was a slow process, but it happened.

In the right school where you feel comfortable and trust your teachers, it’ll be the same for you. There’ll be things you can do, and things you can only do a little, and maybe things you can’t do at all. That’s not a mark against you.

The most important thing here is honesty. Your limitations are not insurmountable. A good school with good teachers will figure out how to work around them, and if you sign on that is what you will be paying them to do.


To my martial arts followers, please leave enthusiastic recommendations of your school and your master in the reblogs or comments so our Anon friend here gets an example of what to look for in their search.

Thank you!


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mild-lunacy  asked:

Hi Ivy! Well, here I am, back to the grindstone with the Big Kahuna of Series 4 questions: why do you think Mofftiss chose to have John beat up Sherlock in TLD? They didn't have to go there, right? What was the point of going that far, and then not even showing us the emotional 'pay-off' we assume happened before TFP? Why do this if the point of the show is to portray the devotion between Sherlock and John and their journey to a legendary partnership?

Perhaps we can come at this by considering what narrative function John’s violence serves in the story.

First things first: an important part of John’s characterization is that he cannot express his most intense feelings in words. He doesn’t say the things he needs to say. 

I don’t think you can overestimate just how much John hates himself in The Lying Detective. He has failed in every way that matters to him: he cheated on his wife (as far as he’s concerned), he’s abandoned his daughter. He’s drowning his sorrows in alcohol. He’s hallucinating. John is broken. He says nothing, which means he’s not yet completely broken.

The slow breakdown of John Watson isn’t just about Mary’s death, but that does bring it to a head. It’s also about the still-steaming revelation of Mary’s past and how she lied to him from tip to tail. He placed all of his faith and trust in Sherlock, and he failed to deliver. He feels betrayed, but unable to express that. He must accept things as they are because it’s the right thing to do, but he can’t do it.  He hates himself for failing everyone he knows, and he hates everyone he loves for failing him. He is rudderless. Still: he says nothing. He hasn’t quite hit rock bottom yet.

And then he finally does.

When John breaks completely and hits and kicks Sherlock, he has been dragged into a case after forcefully pushing Sherlock out of his life, repeatedly reminded that he’s a failure even at the one thing he’s valued for (writing about Sherlock), and has to face that fact while waiting outside a loo while Sherlock get high, literally on his way to killing himself again. Then he watches Sherlock apparently falsely accuse a man of being a serial killer and then threaten him with a scalpel. Sherlock is out of control too. It’s John’s job to keep Sherlock in line, isn’t it? But what good is he at that? 

John is angry with Sherlock for letting Mary die, for betraying him, for failing to be the man John believes him to be. John hates himself for failing to live up any even a single one of his own standards. Hurting someone he loves, something he also did to Mary without her knowing it, is, I think, the ultimate expression of how broken he has become. He is there to protect Sherlock, but he does the opposite. It is his final and ultimate low. John is now utterly broken.

He does not apologize for his actions. Or at least, we don’t hear him apologize. He stands at the foot of Sherlock’s hospital bed and bears witness to the evidence of his rage, the damage he caused to someone he loves. How long does he stand there? We don’t know. How does he feel? Does he regret what he’s done? Is he ashamed of himself? He comes to say goodbye, but he can’t face a conscious Sherlock. He still can’t say any of the things that matter. 

He walks out of the room expecting to never see Sherlock again. Mary forces John to admit that he can’t stop thinking about him. And that he hates himself. Is he sorry? I think he’s beyond sorry, but he says nothing.

Until he finally does. 

I think the violence, the balled up emotions that never get expressed, are there to underscore the moment when they finally are. Finally, finally, when Sherlock asks John if he’s okay, he is truthful: no. He is not okay, and he will never be okay.

And then the floodgate is open. John says the things he never said. He asks the questions he always wanted to ask. Having reached the ultimate rock bottom, John is finally cracked entirely open. He is talking, and he is honest. And 221b blows up so that they can rebuild it and start over.

I think John hurts Sherlock in order to explode the part of him that holds him back. It is Sherlock’s guilt made flesh and blood, and it’s the action that pushes John to finally be brave to open his mouth.


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oneiriad  asked:

Mick/Georgie - on the Waverider or on some 2017 team up?

Fic: Patriae Pater - Plus One (Ao3 link)
Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow
Pairing: Mick Rory/George Washington; Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Summary: In which Mick becomes a part of history. (my director’s cut of Turncoat)

A/N: This is not the fic that answers this request. But it may serve as the prelude to that fic, if I ever get more inspiration for it. Also, this is about 90% inspired by the fact that George Washington was considered an extremely tall man because he was 6'2" in an era where people were a lot shorter - and the fact that Mick Rory, as portrayed by Dominic Purcell, is also 6'2".


“I’m gonna strangle him,” Mick says again. He does not approve of the new Rip Hunter, who had been smirking at them as they were dragged away, leaving Sara in the dirt. You don’t do that shit to your crew.

Hell, he hadn’t even liked it when Len had taken care of someone who wanted ‘out’; he knew Len did it when he was on his own, but Mick wasn’t interested in being a party to –

He’s not going to think about Len now.

“Even if they try to kill us,” he adds.

“They’re not going to kill us,” Washington says, also again. “As I’ve told you, I will talk to their commanding officer when they reach their camp and arrange a prisoner exchange. It’s the honorable thing to do.”

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A Little Too Late Part 3

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 3

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: violence, angst, fluff

Word Count: 999

A/N: Back from the grocery store so YAY! That was a fucking journey omg. However, I’m back home so I hope you all enjoy another installment of my Gabriel series! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3 I have a few requests left. I’ll be posting about something AMAZING today, probably after this! Anyway, to the fic! WHICH I MIGHT ADD, IS GOING TO BE GETTING EVEN BETTER AS WE GO ON!

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The four men looked around the room.  Blood covered almost every inch of the room.  This nest was in a house that was in the middle of nowhere.  Castiel counted the decapitated bodies that covered the floor.  “There are twenty-five in this room alone,” Castiel informed them.

“Gabriel must be pissed if he took twenty-five vampires by himself,” Dean remarked kicking bodies out of his way.

Someone, help me.  I’m in a dark room.

Balthazar and Castiel locked eyes.

Sam and Dean glanced at one another before glaring at the angels.  Dean tapped their arms.  “Is there something we should know,” Dean spoke, raising his voice.

“[Y/N] is alive, and Gabriel knows it too,” Castiel stated, his voice full of concern.  “She prayed for help; she’s in a dark room.

“[Y/N]’s prayer isn’t going to make Gabriel any less furious,” Balthazar added.  “We need to find him.”

“Agreed,” Castiel nodded, grabbing the Winchesters.

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Call me Suga

Ok, I love this request. And I think is’t 

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Words: 1,3k, but it contains full lyrics, so…..

This drabble contains the lyrics to Feeling Myself by Nicki and Bey.

Genre: fluff maybe?


Your best friend and you strolled at the park. It was a funny day, perfect to relax. You both were pretty busy in the last week and barely saw each other, which was very unusual for you. So you walked, hand in hand, and complained about your life.

Suddenly you heard the penetrating voice of a moderator, which blasted through a microphone. 

“Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to our exciting talent show. We want you, yes you. everyone can come onstage and show us his talent. The winner will get the appreciation of the audience and a cash prize of 500$.”

“Oh my god. Who knows how many idiots will show their “talent”. Let’s go and watch this.” your friend said. You arrived at the small stage in the center of the meadow. Many people already already placed thereselfs on the soft grass and watched the show. It was a releaxed mood and you and your friend also sat down. The first contetestant made his way onstage and started to sing with a shaky voice. Time passed by and you and your friend started to feel bored. 

“Y/f/n, I’m bored. I thought there would be someone funny or outstanding, but no.”

“Uhmm-””And this was the last contestant, now I ask YOU guys, who wants to come onstage and try his best? You have nothing to lose!”

“WE WANT!” Your friend literally jumped up.

“Are you crazy? I wont make myself an idiot in front of strangers!”

“Ohh, come on y/n. Don’t you remember our karaoke-evening? We rocked it.”

“Thats not-””… come upstage and show us your talent!”

Your friend didn’t listened to you and made her way straight to the stage while dragging you behind her. She shortly talked with the DJ, who gave the both of you microphones. You both walked over to the moderator, who awaited you with a bright smile.”

Come on, don’t be shy! So…here we have some beautiful and young ladies, let’s see what they’re going to present us.”

He walked off stage and the intro started to play.

“Relax and just look at my. Let’s rock!”your friend whispered. 

*Okay Y/N! Relex! There’s just you and Y/F/N. No audience. You can do it* you tried to calm yourself.

It started.

Yo B
They ready?
Let’s go!

Your voice wasn’t as strong as usual, but than you saw your friend.

I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

She seemed more than confident. And her moves made some man whistle. Suddenly, all nervousy was washed away. And now you started.

I’m with some hood girls lookin’ back at it, and a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that’ll let Saks have it, these Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted
Bitch, never left but I’m back at it, and I’m feelin’ myself, jack rabbit
Feelin’ myself, back off, cause I’m feelin’ myself, jack off
He be thinking about me when he whacks off, wax on?
(Wax off) National anthem, hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce, “On The Run Tour”, with my mask off

You moved your body perfect to the beat and shot some glares to the audience.

I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world
World stop…
Carry on

During that part, you and your friend moved your bodies together.

Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek
Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin’ through Texas, feed him for his breakfast
Everytime I whip it, I be talkin’ so reckless
He said “Damn Nicki it’s tight,” I say “Yeah nigga you right”
He said “Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin’ that pipe”
I said “Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU”
I said “Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin’ here is by you” (Uhn!)

You saw how some of the people started to move to.

I’m whippin’ that work
He diggin’ that work, I got it
36 of that real
Panky full of that bounce baby
Come get you some of that bounce baby

I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

Cookin’ up that base, lookin’ like a kilo
He just wanna taste, biggin’ up my ego
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ridin’ through Texas, ridin’ through Texas)
Smoke it all off, talkin’ bout that high-grade
Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine
(Migraine, migraine, migraine, ridin’ through Texas, ridin’ through Texas)

Now no one didn’t moved his body.

Bitches ain’t got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Keep gettin’ gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I’m icy, but I’m prayin’ for some more snow
Let that ho ho, let that ho know – he in love with that coco
Why these bitches don’t never be learnin’?
You bitches will never get what I be earnin’
I’m still gettin’ plaques, from my records that’s urban
Ain’t gotta rely on top 40, I am a Rap legend
Just go ask the Kings of Rap, who is the Queen and things of that
Nature? Look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a laser
Drippin’ on that work, trippin’ off that perc
Flippin’ up my skirt and I be whippin’ all that work
Takin’ trips with all them ki’s, car keys got B’s
Stingin’ with the Queen Bey and we be whippin’ all of that D
Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers, only real niggas in my call list
I-I-I-I’m the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

The music stopped and it was quiet for one second before the audience started to freak out. You earned plaudit and whistle’s from them. You looked at your friend and she laughed at you.

“It wasn’t thaaat bad, wasn’t it?” she laughed.

“Shut up” was your answer.

“Well, well, well. I’m glad we were able to hear that. And you know why? You were A.W.E.S.O.M.E. I think Im not wrong when I say that we have the winner’s of our small competition. What do you guys think?”. The moderator came back and holded his microphone towards the audience, which clapped and screamed again.

He handed you the money and you made your way down the stage.You still couldn’t belive it. The people slowly started to disappear, but some still looked at you, glances full of admiration.  

“Okay babe, I don’t now what you wanno do, but im going to talk with this hot guy over there.” your friend smirked. You just laughed while she made her way to the tall guy.

“You were pretty good…..for an amateur.” a husky voice spoke behind you.

“Excuse me?!”you replied while turning around, just to face a handsome boy with a pale and soft-looking skin and a pretty face, surrounded by black hair.

“And you are who to judge about my, admittedly amateurish, rapping skills?”

“Min Yoongi, but my friends call me Suga. But I need to say that you have talent.”, he explained while his lips turned into a smirk.

“Did i understood it right that the genious Min Yoongi wants to teach the small Y/L/N Y/N how to improve her rapping?”

“Interpret it the way you want and as I said, call me Suga.”

“I can’t remember that we’re friends!?”

“I think we will.”

Obviously the 500$ we’re the smaller part of the prize you won today.

Baywatch (Overwatch Beach Headcannons):
  • Tracer - Lifeguard
  • Reaper - Everything’s the same except he wears swim trucks under his coat.
  • Mercy - Sunscreen Mom
  • Roadhog - Fisherman
  • Mei - Beach Ice Cream Lady
  • Junkrat - Poolside Brat
  • Sombra - Surfer
  • Solider 76 - Beach Dad
  • Symetra - Snack Shack Manager
  • Zenyatta - Swim Instructor
  • Hanzo - Wake Boarder
  • Genji - Wake Boarder
  • Widowmaker - Synchronized Swimmer 
  • DVA - Sand Castle Maker
  • Ana - Big Kahuna Grandma
  • Torbjörn - Metal Detector Guy
  • McCree - Beachside Partyer
  • Lucio - Volleyball Player
  • Winston - Oceanographer
  • Pharah - Beach Babe
  • Reinhardt - Head Lifeguard
  • Orisa - Beach Patrol
  • Bastion - Jet Ski
  • Zarya - Beach Body Builder