escaped bear

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└ Aiba Masaki-kun~~~ WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON NATIONAL TV?? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 

Cr: Music Station Ultra FES 2017 18.09.2017 嵐 SP メドレー

anonymous asked:

"When girls and women are taught self defence (and I mean literally taught. Most women have had at least one class in school on it) we are taught that hitting is the absolute LAST resort. Realistically? If a man has actually punched us? 90%+ of women are fucked already. There is no defence against someone stronger than you hitting you." So can a woman who gets punched can actually defend herself or not?

Women aren’t made of porcelain.

We’re not some separate species, or utterly different physically from men. The concept of “woman” is a societal one. It changes based on socialization, and changes based on the society’s belief on what a woman is. It’s a nebulous concept, with no solid value when hitching one’s identity to it and the same is true for men. Societal constructs like masculinity and femininity are linked heavily to societal expectations and how we’re raised. When someone says, “a woman can’t” when a “man can” most of the time they’re referring to societal expectations taken as fact. These beliefs often have nothing to do with reality, and you only have to look at the vast differences in the United States when it comes to stereotyping women of different ethnicity, various cultures, or income levels just to see how shallow those ideas are.

There are female soldiers, female police officers, female martial artists of every stripe, and the warriors are countless going back generations. You can, in fact, find them if you look. This is before we get to athletes and all the other non-combat positions women occupy today that society said, “impossible!” just a few decades ago.

This is why understanding the effects of socialization is so important. When it comes to learning, what you believe will decide what you are.

Here’s the truth: no one takes a punch well when they’re mentally unprepared for it.

Here’s the other: most people (men included) aren’t trained to take hits.

Notice that you’re instructor told you, “Don’t piss off men. You’re helpless if they decide to physically assault you.”

They did not teach you what it looks like when a punch is incoming, or what the change over looks like. Good self-defense teaches you to be aware of your surroundings and learn to determine when danger is potentially incoming. You can’t respond when you don’t know its coming, and you can’t prepare for it, physically or mentally, when taken by surprise. The first moments of a real fight are crucial. Those seconds it takes to recognize danger and react to it when you’re already in the middle of being hit is too late. You’ve lost the initiative, you’re playing catch up, and that’s a terrible position to be in when you’re trained. It’s pretty much almost always unrecoverable if you’re not.

It has nothing to do with being a man, and its disingenuous from a self-defense perspective to focus entirely on them. While far more likely, men are not the only ones who can or will hit you. Women aren’t any safer, and can be just as predatory.

The problem with these self-defense classes is if you’re really serious about learning to defend yourself then you need to train for it. Good professionals worth their salt will always tell you that you need to be training in some martial art, and practicing the techniques you learned in your self-defense course constantly so that they become embedded in your muscle memory.

When I was forced into one these high school self-defense courses, my seventeen year old martial artist self thought they were stupid and overall pretty pointless, and they didn’t come at us with any of the above bullshit about getting punched. Girls who’ve done an hour of self-defense five years ago aren’t going to be able to perform jiujutsu throws, they’ll be lucky if they remember the bear hug escapes or how to roll the wrist against the thumb and tug if someone tries to take you were you don’t want to go (and then not know what to do once they’ve gotten free because they never practice running). Forget punching, they won’t remember how to do that.

If you aren’t practicing to the point where it becomes second nature, with the added benefit of learning self-defense techniques that are exceedingly easy to memorize (believe it or not, not all self-defense programs will teach these), and doesn’t come with the caveat that if you’re serious you need more education then they’re pretty worthless.

All your class seems to have taught you is how to be a willing victim, and that’s the worst kind of self defense.

“If someone attacks you, you can do nothing so just give up.”

That’s tantamount to admitting that they didn’t really teach you anything, and don’t want you to think they did. You’re not even in exactly the same place you were before you took that class. Mentally, you’re worse off.

If you don’t believe you can, then you won’t and it’s simple as that.

It should come as no surprise to anyone that when it comes to self-defense, you get what you pay for.

Taught is not not taught, the vast majority of high schools don’t have classes. They have one hour a year (maybe) devoted to it (usually P.E.), and sometimes its not even required. If you’re lucky, it’s a seminar of a few days. If you’re really lucky, they’ll bring in one of the female (or male) police officers from a local precinct who specializes in the police’s self-defense training they give the public. However, you are not guaranteed to have a professional, or even just a local officer. Often, it’s just the PE teacher who took a three month course. What girls get in high school depends heavily on what waivers the school is willing to sign and how much liability they’re willing to take on. It also depends on who is doing the hiring, who they are hiring, and whether they actually care.

Believe it or not, there are plenty of people out there who think women don’t need to learn self-defense and don’t want to waste the school’s already limited resources on hiring someone for a few hours. Especially when you can’t learn much self-defense in a few hours, and almost none of it is lasting.

If you’re from a country other than America, it might be different, but if you’re referring American education then its important to remember you’re experiences (whatever they were) aren’t universal. No, really. Education varies heavily from district to district, and can be vastly different within single cities depending on where you live, this is before we get to county versus county, and that’s before we get to the differences between the states. In America, public education heavily dependent on money and property values. The higher the house value, the richer the district, then the better the education. Its important to know, that when it comes to education, segregation is economic. America and Americans have no real true standard for education or education value. What you get depends on where you live, and often on parental involvement.

You can’t learn self-defense in an hour or two. You will be fucked up by shitty instructors, sexist instructors, and negligent instructors. If you are not doing your own research and taking control of learning to defend yourself then you are likely to get one of the above. If you look at self-defense as all being the same, that combat is an innate skill set possessed by only one side of the human species, if you honestly believe on some level you are inferior to men (and if you’re young, white, female, and WASP, you better believe you’ve been conditioned by society at large to see yourself that way) and that there’s no point in even trying, you will be fucked.

Combat is a learned skill.

It is not innate. You have to learn it. It is not inherently masculine. If you are a woman learning to fight, you’re not actually all that special or standout. There are plenty of women out there learning to fight. However, you’ve got to go looking for it. It won’t be handed to you.

One of the most empowering aspects in learning to fight is taking control of your own safety. You are no longer reliant on the charity or uncertainty of those around you, and that certainty will drive off most predators. Predators don’t want a real fight, they aren’t looking. 9/10, they want victims who are vulnerable and go down easy. So, whether you’re male or female, and you’re worried about your safety then head to your local police precinct, find a seminar, and that’ll point you toward freedom.

So, TLDR:

Women can take punches but not if they’re not prepared for it and whoever was teaching you is a shithead.

Don’t let their idiocy turn you into a willing victim.

This post is a public service announcement, not martial arts training.

Go get some.

-Michi

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When I was in the seventh grade, people kept reminding me that I was going through a transformation into womanhood, like some kind of terrifying were-woman. This sounded awful, because at the time I thought that kissing and makeup would give me Ebola. I wasn’t interested in dating yet, I didn’t like shopping, I liked video games and weird insects. I thought that it was because of these things that I didn’t quite fit in. And when I would get made fun of by girls for being shy, and made fun of by boys for having a flat chest and not knowing about sex, instead of coming to the conclusion “Hey, these people are jerks,” I thought I’d found the problem: Being a girl sucks. I bought into the idea that middle-school girls are universally mean (despite the fact that I was bullied by boys as well), and that the reason I liked video games and hated Titanic was that I was different from all other girls.

I wasn’t fitting the stereotypical mold of what “girl” meant, and instead of questioning the mold, I tried to separate myself from my fellow girls. “I’m not like other girls,” I told myself. And when people made fun of women or demeaned them, that didn’t include me because I wasn’t like them. I still had friends who were girls, but I convinced myself that they were also somehow exceptions to the rule. And I “got along better” with boys, even though I had no evidence of that, as boys would hurt my feelings as often as girls. I thought I’d escaped a bear trap by chewing off my own leg, but I gnawed off the untrapped leg by mistake.

The Sad Reason Some Women Judge Each Other (And How To Stop)

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“I won’t let they hurt the people that I love more!, My loved Bonnie… My little Chica… I’ll save you from this Hell even If I pay for it! Don’t worry… We’ll be free soon”.

The feeling about protect the people who loves and fight for a better future for they…
Did you feel something like this before?

Headcannon: Chica is Foxy’s Best Friend and Bonnie is Foxy’s boyfriend 

Foxy, Bonnie and Chica DS: pole-bear

Original Characters by: Scott Cawthon

Fanart by: Master of The Graveyard (Angels-Scars)

Inspiration: Escape of The Witch Salmhofer by MEIKO (the draw doesn’t have so much similarity with the song but the feelings…THE FEELINGS!!)

ignitesthestars  asked:

things you said that i wish you hadnt - sara/efvra

Sara sucks in a breath so harsh, it burns the back of her throat. And she chokes. On air. She takes a few steps back, coughing and holding a hand to her chest. 

She’s a mess.

A big one. 

Why did she have to go and open her big, stupid, hopeless romantic mouth? 

The total emotional shutdown on Evfra’s face is enough to make her want to die. What she’s learned in her short time of knowing the Angara is that they’re emotional. Good, bad, they don’t hide their feelings very well. And she’s gotten used to that, to separating the way the rest of her crew reacts to things as opposed to the way Jaal does. 

Evfra is a wall. Blank. Still. A brick wall is a far more accurate description.

“I’m okay,” she finally wheezes.

“I didn’t ask.”

Of course he didn’t. 

Her face burns red. Fuck, fuck.

“I should - leave? I will keep you updated, Evfra.”

If she backs out slowly, like escaping from a bear, maybe he’ll forget about her and what she said to him. 

I want to get to know you better.

I think you’re attractive. The whole scar thing, you know.

She is, without a doubt, one of the biggest idiots the Milky Way has offered to Andromeda, and it’s rather unfortunate that she’s the one named Pathfinder. That she’s in such a position to rub elbows, so to speaks, with Angaran leaders with really sexy scars and voices and ideas.

How are ideas attractive? She’s not sure, but they are when Evfra talks about them in his harsh words, straight and to the point. 

This is what he wants. This is how he wants it done.

He’s quicker than a bear, and definitely quicker than her slow escape from the pits of misery and embarrassment. He doesn’t quite shove her into the wall as he does slam her, and quick reflexes are the only thing that keep her skull from shattering as she leans her head forward. His arm presses against her collarbone, pinning her. 

He’s close, so close, when she does that. That scar up close and personal. His eyes, angry, defiant. The emotion is back. Sara doesn’t know where to look, taking in the shades of blues that meld with purples of his skin. He looks like the summer sky back on Earth, when the sun goes down. Not quite sunset, but after. The scar splits his lip, down his chin, and she has so many questions about it.

“Hi?” she manages to squeak out as each of her thoughts fall from her mind in quick succession. 

“Everything that you are is everything I cannot stand, Pathfinder.”

Her lips part, but there’s not much she can say to that. It’s a fair assessment, on his part. 

“Right.”

“Everything that you are,” Evfra says, almost against her mouth now, “has proven me wrong each time, as well.”

“I - I can’t tell if this is supposed to be a compliment?” She swallows, hard, but her entire body feels like jelly. If he lets her go now, she’s going to slide to the floor. “Are you actually complimenting me?”

“Maybe.” There’s a twist of his mouth, and the scar looks as though it breaks just a little bit. It’s not a smile. It’s definitely a smirk.

“Fuck.” Sara definitely doesn’t mean to say that out loud.