So it's obvious that trying to knock people out is mostly unrealistic and often times lethal. But what about when someone is tired from their injuries? Is there a difference between passing out and being knocked out? Where's the line? Can trauma from head hits not knock someone out, but result in passing out? Can being knocked out for more than a few seconds be bad news, but passing out for hours just be regenerative, and if so what would cause that distinction to physically manifest?
The distinction between passing out and knocking out is very simple:
1) Passing Out: Your body is so tired that it can’t go on.
2) Knocking Out: Someone else is traumatically forcing your brain to rapidly shut itself off by convincing it that its dying.
When you’re talking about hitting someone in the head as opposed to strangulation, this generally means a concussion. They have hit your head so hard your brain has bruised itself against the inside of your skull and you have now gone unconscious. When you punch someone in the head, you have zero control over what actually happens to them. You can hope, but you can’t control it. In comparison to a choke hold, where you have almost total control over their body and can feel for the moment they go limp (and a mistake is still going to potentially end their life), it isn’t worth it as a tactical choice.
Humans are persistence predators, they can go and go and go for a very long time. You have to work pretty hard to physically exhaust them to the point where they’ll collapse on the battlefield. Their brain/body will usually stop them long before that point arrives. When you’re talking about combat, they’re far more likely to die before they ever reach a point of total exhaustion. We’re talking days without rest, the kind you’re only ever likely to encounter in mass battles or with a character who is being hunted.
The truth is that if you see a character who has been consistently knocked out multiple times on screen, they’d either be suffering from serious damage to their brains or dead. Most of them would be dead. If you ever feel like testing the theory out, go check out the late life prospects for boxers and football players who’ve sustained several concussions over the course of their careers.
The whole “knock someone out to get rid of them” is a Hollywood trope built for narrative convenience. The actual process of physically subduing someone is long, drawn out, and takes a great deal more energy and effort than a one, two punch or a knife to the gut.
The “Knocking Out” Contrivance in media acts like character death but without the audience having to evaluate the protagonist’s morals or the narrative’s values. They maintain their “good guy” street cred, and the audience doesn’t have to ask the questions. We switch easily from one scene to the next without any of the hoopla. The audience gets their action sequence and no one needs to feel bad. It’s a bloodless death. Or it’s a scene transition, or someone’s been taken prisoner without the author having to figure out how they move tie them up, move them, and get them from Point A to Point B. (Nevermind that it’s actually much harder to move dead weight than it is someone who is conscious.)
No, yeah, it is.
It’s there for shock value when the protagonist is taken prisoner.
Still, if you want to use this narrative contrivance in your story you can. No one will stop you. The vast majority of general audiences won’t question it. Judging by the number of questions we’ve received about this topic alone, people do commonly think the knockout genuinely works as a tactic for subduing the enemy. However…
The “Knockout” is prevalent in media because it is a convenient narrative tool.
If you’ve got a burning need to use it then use it, just don’t sit there and try to say it’s “realistic” or safe after the fact. It isn’t. Accept the narrative knockout for the bit of smoke and mirrors it is, and move forward.
It’s part of a collection of tropes that I like to call “Feel Good Violence”. They have no relationship to reality or responsibility, but they’ll make the audience feel good and the character seem powerful. It is “Feel Good”.
So, that’s it. I have nothing more to say that we haven’t covered in previous posts about head injuries. Unless @scriptmedic has anything they’d like to add, we’re done with the topic for now.
Fenrir is the child of Loki. Fenrir is also a gigantic wolf. Now I will tell the tale of the tragic faith of Fenrir, which also tells the tale of how Tyr became Tyr the one-handed.
Fenrir were the
cutest little wolf cub. and all the gods dotted on him constantly. But
the older he got, the more dangerous he became. you see Fenrir were no
dog, despite cuteness, he was very much a wolf. As such his spirit were
of the wild animal and he knew not his own strenght.
The older Fenrir got the more dangerous he became for the gods of asgård. While the young Fenrir were not full
of ill-will his wild spirit became more and more difficult to handle
for the gods of the village. In the end the only one who could interact
with Fenrir safely were the god Tyr.
Tyr remained a
friend of Fenrir despite the scorn of the majority of the gods of
asgård.Tyr also tried to be the mentor of the young Fenrir to be milder
towards the other gods of asgård.
But the day came, when the
gods of asgård, decided that Fenrir needed to get bound and controlled.
They could not get Fenrir to agree with that though. So they tricked him
by pretending that their chaining of him, were a fun game of testing
Fenrirs strenght against the chains the gods bound him with. And Fenrir
happily broke all the chains the gods tried to bind him with.
last, in desperation the gods bought a thin golden enchanted chain. But
Fenrir suspected that the final enchanted chain they brought forward
were an trick.
Therefore Fenrir said: “that chain looks like it could never hold me! this must be a trick!”
the gods looked at eachother, cause they were uneasy with tricking
Fenrir, who after all, were the very same wolf cub they had all loved once upon a time.
But in the end Tyr stepped forward and with a heavy heart and told Fenrir
comforting lies. Tyr said:
“I will put the hand I use to swing
my sword into your mouth to prove it is not a trick. if it is a trick
your are free to bite off my hand. You know me Fenrir dear friend. I
would never willingly sacrifice my dominant hand.”
and Fenrir were like: “sounds fake but ok.”
gods bound Fenrir with the enchanted chain. Fenrir tried break it, but
he could not. In rage and despair of having been betrayed by his friend
Tyr, Fenrir bit off the hand of Tyr.
Tyr, between crying about just having lost a limb, said: “ok i deserved that but also ouch that hurt.”
meanwhile: “i am in rage! I am bound by this chain to Ragnrök! I am
going to kill you all when Ragnarök comes! anger! this is literally the
worst! all i did was being a wolf, and not a tame pet! what did you
expect, that i were a mere puppy? I am the child of Loki! I am no pet!”
I believe the rest of the gods just slowly backed away from this very
dramatic scene, while feeling somewhat bad about themselves.
that is the story of Fenrir, the gigantic wolf, who are eternally bound
by the gods. but when Ragnarök comes, he will commit revenge for this
betrayal of the gods of asgård.
Summary: In a world where soulmates share injuries and physical ailments, Y/N finds herself getting injured quite often because of her soulmate bond. Will she be able to survive yet another drama, this time happening to her directly? Will she ever meet her soulmate, or will they just know each other through injury?
This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s seasons of love - colors of fall challenge! And it is also the start of my very first series! Warning - updates will be a bit here and there because I am fitting this in with the prompts for each season. But plan is 4 parts (one for each season) and then a final epilogue :) Prompt for this one is thanksgiving, and it’s all in Dean’s P.O.V.
Word count: 1,490
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam
Warnings: mention of previous injury, Dean’s eyes are bigger then his stomach :’)
Sitting at the library table, Dean poured himself another whiskey and watched as Sam and Y/N had a ‘lively debate’ over what this monster they were hunting really was. It was rare to get a case less then an hour away from the bunker, and Dean had to admit he was grateful for being able to come home every night, to a decent shower and his own bed. Especially as his shoulder was still aching from where it had only just recently healed up from the stab wound he’d gotten a couple of cases ago.
“Dean!” Y/N’s voice snaps me back to the here and now, and I look to see both her and Sam staring at me.
“You still with us?” Sam asks, as Y/N pushes herself up from the table and walks over to his side.
“Yeah, just my shoulder’s still a bit sore.” With those words, Y/N’s face softens, and she kneels down beside me.
“Why didn’t you say something you div? I’m sure I’ve got some painkillers knocking about somewhere.” Her jokey tone is slightly underlined by one of guilt; after all, I’d gotten stabbed protecting her from a particularly persistent demon.
“I’m fine Y/N. Promise. But if you feel like giving me a massage, get out all the kinks, I won’t say no.” She rolls her eyes at that, as I give her a particularly lewd wink.
“I was a chef before hunting, not a masseuse. Besides, Sammy boy has a lot more strength then me, so go ask him.” Standing back up, she pinches me on the back of the neck, and when I halfheartedly moan gives it a hard poke with her nail.
“Oh my god that’s it!” she exclaims.
“What?” both me and Sam say.
Heading back to the table the case files are sprawled out over, she starts shifting through photos and pieces of paper until she finds what she was looking for.
“Take another look at the bruising patterns on the back of the victims necks.” Sam takes the photo and studies it intently, and you can see the moment the lightbulb switches on in his head.
“There’s puncture marks.”
“Yep. And given the spacing between them, my money’s on vampire.”
Summary: Y/N and Matt had been the best of friends as long as she could remember- just friends. And while she always hoped that would change someday, her dreams were quickly destroyed by the sudden entrance of Karen into the picture.
A/N: Ya girl’s back at it again with another Matt Murdock x reader fic! I’ve been working on this one for a long ass time, so show me some love if you like it. Let me know if you have any other requests.
“She’s amazing, Y/N,” Matt promised as the two rode in the elevator up to the office space Matt and Foggy were utilizing for their new law firm, “She’s a dream assistant, everything a guy could ask for.” Y/N forced out a laugh, trying to bury the dread that was churning deep within her stomach. Matt and Foggy had just hired a new assistant to help around their office, and after weeks of hearing how great and amazing this girl was, Y/N was finally getting to meet her.
The jealousy Y/N was starting to feel as Matt rambled on was completely uncalled for, considering that despite a brief one-month long romance in college, there were no truly romantic feelings between her and Matt; they were just friends- good friends.
Although sometimes, when Matt would rest his hand on the small of her back as he helped her through a door, or when he lit up with laughter at a terrible pun she made, or when he didn’t move his arm even after it was numb because Y/N was asleep on it, she would wonder if maybe, at least on her side, things weren’t so platonic after all.
Request: “So many imagines have Peter taking care of the reader. How about one where he’s injured/sick and the reader takes care of him?” - anon
A/N: Kinda got my inspiration from the Amazing Spider-Man lool I also took inspiration from a quick fire one shot I wrote a few months ago found here. This was intended to be one part only but I got kinda carried away so I need to split it into two. Let me know if you’d like me to post PART TWO by telling me here. Sorry this took so long to put out! Thanks for the request and thank you for your patience!
Summary: Peter Parker is a regular at the Nurse’s Office.
Warnings: Mentions of injury! Also it’s kind of long so… grab a drink, a snack, relax, and enjoy!
It’s a Monday morning when he stumbles into her coffee shop with a dark purpling bruise along his jawline and a white bandage covering the bridge of his nose. Sansa has seen a lot of strange people during the morning coffee rush – mostly disheveled and grumpy adults and occasionally the bleary-eyed student who hasn’t slept in twenty-four hours – but he’s certainly new. Sansa keeps him in her peripheral throughout the half hour he spends in her shop. She tries to tell herself it’s because he looks dodgy, but another part of her brain – the part that’s been single for over a year – traitorously tells her it’s because he’s got sinfully full lips.
She doesn’t expect to see him again after he drags himself back out into the world, but Thursday morning, he wanders back in. This time, the bruise is mottled with various shades of green and yellow. The bandage is gone from his nose but there’s a deep scabbed over gash across it. He still looks like shit, but better. Sansa is itching to ask him what happened when he comes up to the register and orders a large black coffee.
“Name?” she asks, pen poised over the coffee cup. He blinks back at her like he doesn’t understand her question and she has to refrain from laughing. “Your name. You do have one, don’t you?”
“Uh… my name,” he repeats slowly, but then his eyes widen in understanding. “Oh, it’s – uh, it’s Jon. Sorry,” he adds sheepishly, lifting his hand to rub at the back of his neck, but the action causes him to wince and he drops it by his side. Interesting, Sansa can’t help but note to herself.
She smiles softly, waves his apology off and writes Jon in her neatest cursive.
It’s really hard to get him out of her head. Sansa even dreams of curly black hair, deep grey eyes and those unfairly tantalising lips. Men who look like him should not have lips like that. It’s really cruel.
Jon is back again on Monday, and this time, his bottom lip is split and there’s ugly red bruising around his left eye. Add all of that with last week’s previous injuries and he looks utterly terrifying. People in the queue, who are normally so tired they can barely muster up the energy to trudge forward, give him a wide berth, like they’re afraid he might suddenly focus his fury on them. But he doesn’t look angry or violent. There’s a softness in his grey eyes and around the curve of his lips when he catches her eye and smiles. It makes Sansa refuse to believe it. She really shouldn’t be so quick to give a stranger the benefit of the doubt, especially not after sweet-talking Joffrey turned out to be such an arrogant, horrible wanker, but something about Jon is different.
When he reaches the register, Sansa gives him a slow once-over, which has him flushing from the neck to the tips of his ears. “How are you, Jon?” she asks, because she doesn’t know what else to say. She doesn’t want to tell him he looks like shit in case whatever’s happening is really bad nor does she want to outright ask him in case she’s wrong and he’s the bad thing that’s happening.
Jon looks surprised that she remembers his name and flushes even more. “I’m okay. Um, tired. How are you…” He squints at her nametag, which is a bit mangled from her accidentally throwing it in the washing machine a couple months earlier. “Sorsa?”
Surprising herself, she giggles at his poor attempt. “It’s Sansa. But close. Large black?”
He nods with a small smile.
When Jon shows up the following Monday with even more injuries, Sansa decides she needs to do something subtle because she’s positive he’s not the type of guy to get into bar brawls on the weekends for the hell of it. If he fights someone, there has to be a good, honourable reason for it. But in a distant part of her brain, she can hear her older brother chiding her for being so trusting of a man she barely knows, except Sansa does know him. After last Monday, he came in every day of that week, sometimes in the mornings and sometimes in the afternoons, but he would always spend time just talking to her. He’s courteous and sweet, a little bit awkward and kind of horrible with women, but it’s endearing rather than annoying. There’s no way someone like Jon could ever be the instigator of a fight unless provoked.
Jon returns again the next afternoon sporting his new injury – a slight limp – and Sansa asks Jeyne to cover for her as she grabs him by the forearm and drags him into the staff room. She sits him down and starts speaking without preamble.
“I need to know if I should be worried about you or if I should be worried about me.” When he only blinks back at her dumbly, Sansa sighs in frustration. “Jon, I know you don’t really know me very well but if something bad is happening, I can… I don’t know. I can help you.”
He inclines his head as if to study her, a mixture of bemusement and fondness on his face, and it kind of unsettles Sansa because she doesn’t really know how to handle that. No one’s ever looked at her like that before, not even Joffrey, and it’s hard to process that it’s coming from this virtual stranger.
“You’re worried about me?” Jon questions, but when she answers his question with a scowl, he chuckles softly. “Sorry. I guess I look a bit worrying, don’t I?”
“You could say that,” she deadpans, eyes roving over his injuries pointedly.
Jon laughs. “Okay, so this is going to be really anticlimactic for you but I’m apart of an amateur fighting ring.”
“That was definitely not on my list.”
“What list?” he asks, smiling more broadly now, the amusement even more pronounced in those grey eyes.
Sansa huffs. “I might’ve made a list of all the possible reasons why you could be getting so frequently injured.”
Jon laughs and the sound is bright and warm, which has the effect of making Sansa smile in return in spite of the reddening of her cheeks and her sudden need to run away. She instead opts for a subject change. “So you’re in a fight club?”
“No,” he responds instantly, rolling his eyes slightly. “A fight club is just some asinine way for emotionally repressed guys to get their rocks off.”
Sansa can’t help the smirk unfurling on her lips because this is clearly a sore subject for him. “Okay, so what’s the difference?”
“I’m sponsored by a bar and I fight on the weekends for some extra cash,” Jon answers her. “It’s – yeah, it’s not ideal and you’re not the first person to come to me about it, but my mum died when I was seventeen and I needed the money.”
“Wait, you’ve been doing this since you were seventeen? Is that – that doesn’t sound legal, Jon!”
He shrugs as nonchalantly as he can. “So maybe I fibbed a bit about my age. I’m twenty-two now and I’ve only got a semester left of my degree so it’ll be over soon.”
She frowns slightly and reaches over to touch his hand. “That’s terrible. This shouldn’t be something you have to do just to afford university.”
“It’s okay, Sansa,” Jon says, curling his hand over hers. “I’m pretty good.” He cracks a half-smile. “You should see the other guys.”
She’s about to tell him off for the really poor joke when Jeyne pokes her head through the door. “Hate to break up the socially inept flirting you two do but Sans, I need you back out there. I’m dying.”
Both Sansa and Jon flush from head to toe. He’s the first to reach the door after Jeyne disappears and Sansa is right behind him. But before she can slip through, Jon puts his hand out to block her in. “Um, you should – if you want that is, come see me this weekend?”
Sansa scrunches up her nose in distaste. “I don’t know if I want to see you get beaten up, Jon.”
His face falls for a moment and he removes his hand from the door frame. “Yeah, of course. That’s… That’s normal.” He gives her a faint smile and leaves her standing there for a few more seconds before she’s racing up to catch up to him.
“But I’ll go,” she quickly assures him. “Only the once, okay? I need to make sure you’re telling the truth after all.”
Jon beams back at her and she considers going to every single match he has just to make him this happy – which she realises is an absurd thing to want for a man she hardly knows.
“Great. I’ll text you the details!”
And that’s how Jeyne and her find themselves standing in a smelly gym with loud, intimidating looking men and women, who are shouting and laughing boisterously. The stench of alcohol is everywhere and Sansa links her arm through Jeyne’s just to feel safer. “This is a bad idea,” she whispers. “This is a really bad idea. I don’t even know him.”
She can’t really see her as her eyes are focused on the people around them but she hears the exasperation in Jeyne’s voice and she can guess that her best friend is rolling her eyes. “Uhuh, but pining after him and worrying about him is also a really bad idea.”
“I wasn’t –”
“Yeah, okay, Sans,” Jeyne chuckles a bit sardonically. “You two were practically just making heart eyes at each other over the counter for three weeks straight. Please don’t insult my above average intelligence.”
Sansa snorts and bumps her hip against Jeyne’s. “Your ego is unbecoming.”
The familiar bickering allows Sansa to forget for awhile where she is and why she’s actually here, but abruptly, a tinny voice cuts across the conversation, announcing the match will start in ten minutes. Sansa grips Jeyne even tighter as they near the front, staring at the weird metallic cage built around the boxing ring.
“Uh, that’s not normal, is it?”
“I thought you said he was a boxer.”
“He said he was a fighter but… cage fighting?”
A burly man beside her whose copper hair could give hers a run for its money laughs loudly. “It’s MMA fighting, ladies.”
“What is that?” Jeyne says with a mixture of apprehension and annoyance.
“Mixed martial arts,” he answers, still smiling in amusement, but then his smile changes and she thinks he’s trying to look charming. “So if you don’t know what this is, what are two lovely girls such as yourselves doing here?”
“Hey mate, back off,” Jeyne says with a scowl. “I’m taken.” She isn’t. “And this one here’s future baby daddy is one of those MMA fighters.”
The man stares squarely at Sansa with such focus it really begins to unnerve her, but then just like before, he bursts out into a booming laugh. “Does that mean you’re Jon’s little coffee shop girl?”
“I wouldn’t call myself little,” she says, bristling; although she realises a little belatedly that she doesn’t correct the man on his mistake that she’s somehow involved with Jon.
“My apologies,” he says, but he doesn’t sound apologetic at all. “I’m Tormund,” he continues, thrusting out a hand for her to shake, which she does with some wariness. “I’m his trainer. That prick hasn’t stopped talking about you for weeks now. Bloody pathetic, honestly, but I can see why.”
“Oh my god, right?” Jeyne exclaims, suddenly forgetting her previous irritation with this man. “She’s been the same way! You’re lucky though. You haven’t had to watch them flirt. It’s like watching a cat trying to swim.”
Tormund laughs again but her glare cuts him off quite quickly.
“Both of you shut it or I swear –”
Her threat is rudely interrupted when the tinny voice returns, announcing the arrival of the two contenders. There’s a sudden increase in jeers and shouts. It’s a lot to take in, and a part of her wonders what on earth she’s doing here. Sansa is a good girl. She works at a coffee shop so her parents don’t have to pay for her accommodation and living costs. She’s in her final year of Primary Education because she adores children. Her last two boyfriends were straight-laced boys from well-to-do families. She doesn’t do things like this.
But a small voice reminds her that both her exes also cheated on her so maybe straight-laced and well-to-do shouldn’t be categories she bases her next boyfriend on. Maybe a boy from the wrong side of the tracks, who fights in a cage to put himself through school, is exactly what she should be looking for.
Pushing down the nerves fluttering in her stomach, Sansa cranes her neck to watch as Jon is escorted into the ring. His upper torso is bare and it makes her mouth go dry. She’s only ever seen him in hoodies. She knew he must have had a nice body considering how well his broad shoulders strained against his clothes, but to see it on display in front of her is quite frankly exhilarating in a way she’d never tell Jeyne about.
“Is your boy going to win?” Jeyne asks Tormund with a sceptical raise of her brow, voicing the question that’s been bouncing around in Sansa’s head all week. “Because that other dude looks like he could lift a car without breaking a sweat.”
She turns her head to catch sight of Jon’s opponent and her mouth gapes at the sheer size of him. Oh god, he’s going to die, she instantly thinks, and a sudden wave of panic and nausea sweeps through her body.
“Don’t be so quick to judge. He may look big but they are in the same weight class for a reason,” Tormund answers, smirking. This is basically gibberish to her because she doesn’t know what a weight class is, but when he adds, “Jon’s got moves,” Sansa is determined to believe him.
Twenty minutes into the fight and Jon’s moves have gotten him knocked square in the face and another one in the stomach. He’s bleeding from his forehead, but his eyes are focused. It’s surreal to see this side of him. She may have only known him for a couple of weeks, but the Jon she met is sweet, shy and endearingly awkward. This Jon is anything but awkward. His movements are precise, lithe and calculated. Where the other man has size and power, Jon has speed and brains. He doesn’t just aim his punches anywhere. He knows exactly where he wants to hit, delivers it at the most opportune moment and capitalises quickly at the moment of contact. It’s the most riveting thing Sansa’s ever watched – and she’s been to theWest End multiple times.
“Your husband is amazing,” her friend whispers, awe in her voice.
Sansa rolls her eyes, even though there’s a small proud smile on her lips. “He’s not my husband. But yeah, yeah he’s great.”
Jeyne snorts, and thankfully, doesn’t say anything else, leaving her to watch the fight without interruption.
They’re nearing the end of the last round, which, Tormund explains, means that the judges will decide on the winner. She doesn’t know how that works either because how can anyone tell who’s winning at this point? They both seem fairly matched; although Sansa completely thinks Jon is the better fighter. He’s graceful and makes it look like a real sport, whereas the other man makes it look like a bar brawl.
Suddenly, Jon spins and delivers a kick to the man’s head, knocking him backwards onto the ground, where he swiftly begins to drive forward with punch after punch. The referee finally has to pull Jon away from the man, and then everyone’s screaming and trying to push forward.
“Wait, what just happened!” Sansa yells to Tormund, who is one of those people trying to get forward.
He looks back at Sansa, eyes taking her in as if for the first time and then his hand is around her wrist, pulling her with him. “Your boyfriend just won, Coffee Shop Girl. You should go say hi.”
Sansa doesn’t get a chance to protest or even process what’s happening until Tormund is shouting to someone and she’s being dragged up onto the stage. Jon is getting cleaned up, but when he catches sight of her, he instantly jumps to his feet and sways rather violently from the sudden movement. Sansa races forward to catch him.
“Don’t move,” she chides, frowning at his goofy grin. “Are you concussed? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Jon steps back from her grasps with that strange smile still on his face. “You actually came.”
“I told you I would,” she says, rolling her eyes, but her heart is beating a mile a minute. She doesn’t even know how someone could have this much of an effect on her. “Seriously, Jon, are you okay?”
“And you’re worried about me,” he continues on, his smile growing wider and wider.
“Of course I’m worried! I saw you get punched in the head!” she half-shouts at him because now she’s a little frustrated and he’s being really, really irritating.
That wipes the smile instantly from his face as his hands go to her shoulders. “Sansa, I am fine, you know? This isn’t really the worst that’s ever happened to me in the ring. I’m okay.”
“Yeah, well,” she shrugs. “You don’t look okay.” She gestures to his forehead where the blood’s dried.
The smile he offers her now is more hesitant and shy and it reminds her of the Jon she knows from the coffee shop. “I’m sorry. I’m just really glad you came. I know you didn’t want to and this is probably not your scene but… it means a lot to me.”
“It’s not,” Sansa agrees, smiling. “But you were amazing tonight.”
“Thanks,” he says, cheeks flushed.
“But Jon?” she presses on, swallowing the fear lodged inside her throat. “This is the last time I’m coming to one of these.” His face falls and she can’t help laughing softly. “Next time, just ask me out on a normal date, okay? Less bloody.”
The relief on his face makes her heart swell with so much warmth and affection for this man.
“Okay, next time, a normal date. I promise.”
Sansa’s cheeks are aching from smiling so much, but she doesn’t care. This, right here with Jon, is perfect. Even with the crowd still screaming behind them; even with Jon bloodied and bruised and sweaty. Nothing matters but the fact that Jon is the first man to ever make her feel like she’s the only thing of actual importance in his world. It might not be true, but it feels true.
“What?” Jon asks, chuckling. “You’re the one staring at me this time.”
Instead of answering, Sansa throws her arms around his neck and presses her lips firmly against his. He easily reciprocates by matching her movements and sliding his hands around her waist, gripping tight to her hips. When she scrapes her teeth against his lower lip, she feels him groan into her mouth, tugging her tightly until every part of her body is pressed into his. Sansa doesn’t quite know how long they stand there, but they both instantly jump apart as someone clears their throat pointedly at them.
“As happy as I am that you two figured things out,” Jeyne begins. “Your husband’s trainer keeps hitting on me and if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to kill him and I don’t think Jon would want that.”
He stares at her best friend for a long moment. “Husband?”
I think Auli’i Cravalho seems like a great person based on what we’ve seen of her since she was announced as Moana’s voice actress. So, I’m not trying to antagonize her with this post. But I just want to say, “Why can’t Moana be both?” Disney Princesses have shown plenty of heroism in the different films that feature them. A heroine can be a Disney Princess and a Disney Princess can be a heroine.
Snow White escaped the Queen after the huntsman spared her and the princess’ kindness helped her enlist the help of woodland creatures who helped her find the cottage of the dwarves. When she got there, she convinced them to let her stay by earning her keep. And, even though she was cooking and cleaning for them, she still had those men wrapped around her finger. When she first met them and said “How do you do?” and they didn’t respond, she enunciated, “I said, how do you do?” Yeah, Snow White could be a little sassy. And she was assertive with the dwarves and only let them eat dinner after they all cleaned up and even got Grumpy to do it. So, yes, she fell for the witch’s trick (but she was only 14 and very sheltered in the castle as a scullery maid) and then fell asleep for the last part of the film, so the dwarves and animals had to confront the queen and she could only be woken up the kiss of the prince she liked. But people always seem to forget some of the cool stuff that she did.
Cinderella spent most of her childhood abused by her stepmother and stepsisters. She retained her kindness and never stooped to the mean and petty levels of her family. But that does not mean she just gleefully put up with their crap. She had a little bit sass and had a few sarcastic quips about her stepfamily and their cat Lucifer under her belt. Take this quote, for instance,
“Oh, that clock! Old killjoy. I hear you. Come on, get up, you say, Time to start another day. Even he orders me around. Well, there’s one thing. They can’t order me to stop dreaming.”
Also, the primary lesson Cinderella teaches us is to never give up on our dreams. That as long we believe in them, they can come true. That is a beautiful moral that not just little girls, but everyone can take something away from.
And I’ve explained in another post how there is more to Cinderella than just marrying the prince.
Aurora may have spent most of her film asleep, but she was a little sassy, like with her fairy guardians (she was raised by three women, that’s pretty cool, right?) And she at least had some knowledge about stranger danger when first meeting the prince. It didn’t take long for him to charm her, but she did turn away and dismiss him at first. Also, she left Phillip when she needed to and set the terms for their next meeting. I think she deserves a little credit.
And let’s not forget Princess Eilonwy. She maneuvered through the Horned King’s castle and allowed Taran to team up with her so that they could escape. Also, when Taran made a sexist comment about girls, “what does a girl know about swords, anyway”, oh, boy Eilonwy set him straight.
I also talked about Ariel in that other post which I actually do recommend. But I’ll add a few points here, too. She went all kinds of adventures, including exploring sunken ships and escaping sharks. Many of these exploits of hers are shown in her prequel movie and in the 90′s TV show (and this was long before she met Eric, proving that he as her love interest, does not exclude her from being a capable heroine). Also, she is the one who saved Eric from drowning. And though she made a not entirely wise decision to run away from home and be on land, you at least have to give Ariel props for going after what she wanted, which is something the film makers made a full intent on making apparent (there was an interview from when the movie came out where this was mentioned, but I’m not quite sure where, but I’m sure the peeps that read this could find it if you’re interested :D).
Belle enjoys reading, even though that’s not what women usually did in her time period. She rejects the sexist, egotistical Gaston when he tries to flirt with her, insults her father (then later tries to incarcerate him if she doesn’t marry him) and tries to make her his “little wife”. She dreams of bigger and better things. She sacrifices herself for the sake of her father and later goes out to save him when he becomes ill. Belle does not take the Beast’s crap and even tries to leave when he explodes on her. When she gets attacked by wolves, she does defend herself and when the Beast saves her, she helps him back to the castle after he falls unconscious. She treats his wounds and sets him straight about his anger issues. Her patience and open-minded personality helps Beast slowly regain his humanity. And her love for him helps break the curse over him, his servants and the castle.
Jasmine also took charge. She refused to be forced into an arranged marriage and preferred to marry who she wanted and when she wanted. She did not like being stuck in the castle, and though, like Ariel, she wasn’t that wise in running away, she still took it upon herself to get somewhere. She did not put up with the men in the story deciding her future and called Aladdin out on his lies. Also, she has a pet tiger! That’s pretty freaking cool. Sure, she had to dress up for Jafar and kissed him as a distraction. But she used her beauty against the piggish (actually he’s rather horse-like) Jafar. And Jasmine has also displayed her resolve in the extended Aladdin media, too.
Pocahontas was just as adventurous as the last Disney princesses. She wanted more than to marry the stoic Kocoum. And, though wary, she managed to befriend John Smith and help open his mind to the beauty of the world and accepting people who aren’t the same as you. Colors of the Wind is a perfect summary of what Pocahontas teaches. Her wise, humanitarian ways stopped a conflict between her people and the Europeans. And although she cared very much about John, Pocahontas chose to stay and look after her family, friends and other peers.
Mulan knew that her father was too weak from a previous war injury to be drafted, so she took his place and became a soldier in the Chinese army. Yes, she had to pretend to be a man, but that’s just how it was in her time. Mulan trained and became a skilled fighter. With some help from her friends, she saved her country from invading Huns. ‘Nuff said.
Kida kicked some serious butt in her film (including punching Mole when he said some… things… in her ear) and she took responsibility for the sake of her people, like Pocahontas did.
Tiana worked very hard for what she dreamed of. She did not put up with Naveen’s selfish, narcissistic ways and taught him of what it meant to strive for something truly important in life (while he showed her that there is more to life than work, work, work). Though she could get down on herself, Tiana tried her hardest to obtain her dreams and in the end, refused to let people stop her (like those realtor guys). She become the owner of her own restaurant, just like she always wanted, and helped her late father’s dream become realized as well.
Rapunzel was trapped in a tower for her entire childhood. The reason why she didn’t try to escape is because Gothel pretended to be her mother and insisted that staying in there was for her own good. And being as sheltered as she was, Rapunzel believed her. But when she got her chance, Rapunzel made the decision to leave. She knocked Flynn out and tied him up and didn’t let him go until he agreed to help her see the floating lights like she always wanted to. On their journey, she faced pub thugs and a very intense horse and helped them reveal their better sides. She also did this with Flynn, bringing out Eugene Fitzherbert. Rapunzel used her extremely long hair as a valuable asset on her adventure with Eugene. She stood up to Gothel and was willing to sacrifice her freedom so that he would not have to die. And a tear, her care for him and sorrow over his death combined, brought Eugene back. And it appears that Rapunzel will go on many more adventures in Tangled: Before Ever After in 2017!
Merida loves archery, sword-wielding and horseback riding. She also is very good at those things. She’s very active and goes out to explore, even climbing a tall rock structure at the beginning of the film. Merida is a very capable Disney princess. She also, like Jasmine, does not like her future being chosen for, especially when it comes to marriage. She does make unwise decisions, like trying to give her mother a spell that will make her see things Merida’s way. And it takes her a while to take responsibility for her actions. But she learns to understand her mother better (and so does her mother with her), the two bond, and she does her best to break the curse she set and make everything right again. She learns to be diplomatic and maturely express her thoughts to the men at her castle. She defends her mother and bests her father in a sword match. All the while, Merida still retains her adventurous spirit.
Sofia is a wonderful role model for young girls and older audiences, as well. She helps those in need, even those who have done her wrong (though she doesn’t always forgive people that easily, like when Amber took her amulet and brought a curse on their home- though that was an accident, and Amber, too, is a testament to a character learning to be more responsible and open-minded). She changes the status quo and becomes the first female member of her school’s flying derby team. Sofia makes mistakes, but she learns from them. She goes on many adventures where she and her friends learn important lessons. She’s saved her family and friends numerous times, as well. Also, the film princesses appear every now and again to help bring the moral of the episode home.
Anna is just as adventurous as many of the others I’ve mentioned. And she certainly has good reason, spending her entire childhood behind castle walls, similar to Rapunzel in the tower. She is very brave, going after her sister in harsh winter weather, despite their estranged status. She enlists the help of Kristoff and Sven, treks up the mountain and also confronts the giant snow creature, Marshmallow. And she gave her life to save Elsa. Sure, she took things too far, too fast with Hans, but she was desperate for affection after all those years alone and like some of the other princesses, grew up sheltered from the world. Anna’s parents were dead and she believed that the only other family she had abandoned her. She learned her lesson with Hans, though. And, well, he got what he deserved.
Elsa isn’t a princess, she becomes a queen early on in her film, but Pocahontas and Mulan aren’t technical princesses, either (but they are in the official lineup). So, yeah, I’m going to include her, too. I can’t just have Anna and not Elsa. Elsa dealt with many problems after growing up thinking that her powers were a curse. But after she had some time to herself, she realized that her abilities were actually capable of wonderful feats. She bested Weselton’s goons and almost killed them before Hans intervened. And with Anna’s help, she overcame her fears and brought happiness to her kingdom. And she has been a great ruler ever since.
Elena is a princess learning to rule her kingdom as queen. She defended her family from a wicked sorceress and was stuck in Sofia’s amulet for a few decades. Once she was freed, she defeated the villain and now is becoming a capable monarch while also going on several daring adventures with her family and friends.
So, there is nothing wrong with considering Moana as a Disney princess (I also think it makes sense because she is a chief’s daughter like Pocahontas). She will display brave, empowering traits just like the other royalty before her. A princess can be a heroine just as much as a heroine can be princess. Those two things do not have to or need to be mutually exclusive. Disney has been proving that for decades and with the arrival of Moana this fall, I think we can see that it will continue on for many more years to come.
Talents/Skills: extremely strong, fast swimmer, good sense of humor, extremely knowledgeable in geography, a proficient lover
Relationship skills: protective and loyal, isn’t happy unless his mate is happy,
Significant Other: Rosa Celestino
Weight: 1500 lbs
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: None
Glasses or contact lenses? none
Skin color: Gray blue and white
Shape of Face: point and long
Distinguishing features: large fin that goes fromthe back of his head and down his back, he’s massive, thick arms and legs, very muscular, soft eyes
How does he/she dress? Doesn’t wear cloths
Mannerisms: strong and cocky, always sure of himself
Habits: (smoking, drinking etc.) eat anything he can get his hands on
Health: due to a previous injury, his left side is always tender
Hobbies: hunting, playing video games, having sex
Favorite Sayings: ‘I’m bigger’
Speech patterns: rough around the edges, lots of laughing, cusses often
Style (Elegant, shabby etc.): raw meat?
Greatest flaw: Arrogant
Best quality: Protective and loyal
Enjoying a solitary life, he’s traveled all over the world, hunting and enjoying himself. He finds a town in Maine and sees Rosa, it’s love at first sight. He stalks the town and soon rumors spread of a monster. After getting into a fight with another shark man he goes into Rosa’s boat to escape. After their initial meeting he mates with her and the two become a couple. He becomes devoted to her, falling deeper in love every day. Willing to do anything for Rosa, he starts working with her and helping her harvest pearls. They two decide to buy a boat so they can sail around the world and so he can introduce her to his family.
Merthur. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of in charge around here...”
The younger knights were rather rambunctious.
Actually, they reminded the Court Sorcerer a lot of his King
when he was younger. Merlin remembered when Arthur was all boisterous energy
and stupid pride. But honestly, these boys were getting out of hand and even
Arthur- who they practically worshipped- couldn’t wrangle them.
On November 16, 1632, two armies faced off at the site of Lützen, Germany. On one side was Gustavus Adolphus II, King of Sweden, and on the other was General Albrecht von Wallenstein, the leader of a regiment of Holy Roman Imperial forces. The Thirty Years’ War was Europe’s deadliest religious conflict ever, ultimately claiming an estimated eight million lives – including the King of Sweden, who led the cavalry at Lützen but was killed in the brutal attack.
This week in the journal PLoS ONE, a group of archaeologists led by Nicole Nicklisch reveal their analysis of 47 soldiers who died in the Battle of Lützen and who were buried in a mass grave. They found that these men ranged in age from 15 to 50, and that many of them had suffered previous traumatic injuries in their lives. While the researchers were interested in the general state of the soldiers’ lives leading up to their deaths, their main aim “was to analyze the fatal injuries the men sustained during the battle,” in order to learn about “the fighting and the military and strategic operations on the battlefield.”
The battle injuries that the researchers found run the gamut from blunt force to sharp force to projectile trauma. Twelve of the men had had evidence of blunt force trauma directed at their heads, with the blows falling mostly on their jaws and faces. At least half a dozen more men suffered blows to their limbs or ribs, causing fractures.
Attacks with bladed weapons were also found among the skeletons in the mass grave. One late-teenage male suffered a sabre wound to the back of his head, and another appears to have been slashed in the face prior to being shot. The archaeologists also found some stabbing injuries to the back and pelvis of seven men.
Gunshot wounds were by far the most common perimortem trauma found, marking the cause of death of at least 21 men. In about half of these cases, the bullet remained lodged in the skull. A deformed lead musket ball discovered in one of the skulls suggests the bullet ricocheted, entering the left side of the soldier’s head and lodging in the back of his skull.
The archaeologists also found gunshots to the torso and limbs of eight individuals, including the hips, abdominal area, and lower legs. Carbine bullets from a short rifle or musket were found lodged in the back of the pelvis of two soldiers.
In assessing the trauma these soldiers suffered, Nicklisch and colleagues found that the blunt-force injuries were likely caused by being hit with rifle butts or hilts, or by falls from or kicks by horses. The sharp trauma may have been caused by sabres, rapiers, knives, daggers, or halberds. Interestingly, the Lützen skeletons have surprisingly few sharp-force injuries, especially when compared to other mass graves from the Thirty Years’ War.
What distinguishes the Lützen battle is its reliance on guns, specifically pistols, muskets, and carbines. Firearms were becoming more readily available during this part of the 17th century, but it appears that this battle was ahead of its time. The researchers looked at the distribution of projectile wounds to the skull and suggested that the battle was “a perhaps surprising and quick fronto-lateral attack, which probably left the soldiers little room for evasive action. Moreover, the soldiers concerned do not appear to have had sufficient head protection.” This lack of protection was obviously deadly, especially since historical records suggest a recommendation that “cavalrymen should aim for the enemy’s head and left side of the chest. This instruction seems to have been put into practice with frightening success,” Nicklisch and colleagues say.
The Lützen mass grave itself is also somewhat different from other burials found from this time period. “The dead were not placed in the pit in a systematic way,” Nicklisch and colleagues note. Since other battlefield graves were made in a more orderly fashion under the watch of military leaders, they conclude that “the local population helped with removing the dead bodies after the armies had moved on.” This hypothesis is bolstered by the fact that there were almost no artifacts remaining with the bodies – “the dead were intensely plundered,” the researchers say. The local Lützen people likely had negative feelings about the battle in their backyard and worked in haste to remove signs of it.
Additional analysis of the skeletons is ongoing, but the researchers write that preliminary results suggest the soldiers buried in the Lützen mass grave were actually from both sides of the battle: the Swedish Protestant soldiers and the Imperial Catholic ones. They conclude, however, that “the majority of casualties were infantrymen of the Blue Brigade and thus soldiers serving with the Swedish army.”
Although the Battle of Lützen was won by the Swedish forces, it claimed the life of Gustavus II Adolphus, the King of Sweden. He was shot multiple times, and his body - largely stripped of clothing and jewelry - was found a couple hours later and secretly evacuated. After embalming, the body began its long trip back to Stockholm for a funeral held in June of 1634. The Thirty Years’ War raged until 1648, when it was finally concluded by a series of treaties in what is historically known as the Peace of Westphalia.
Kristina Killgrove is a bioarchaeologist at the University of West Florida. For more osteology news, follow her on Twitter (@DrKillgrove) or like her Facebook page Powered by Osteons.
We had to go through the choreography for the [fights] because I was aware [of his previous injuries], I didn’t want to talk to him about it or bug him about it or remind him, but I had to know how close he could get, how close he can’t get, what side do I flip him on, because I don’t want him to hit that area. So it made it harder, but in a way, it was better. You had to be very specific about every move you made.
If you MUST do it, do it during a period of low academic stress (I always suggest the summer between 2nd and 3rd year undergrad)
You will probably have to take it again, and most people do better the second time, because half of the agony of the LSAT is not the test itself, but the testing conditions
Start training your brain to work in the AM. The LSAT starts stupidly early, and if your brain doesn’t hit its stride until 10:30 in the morning, that’s a problem. Suggestions to achieve this include doing a suduko or crossword with your morning coffee
Read. Read all of the things you can get your grubby little hands on. Learning to read faster is integral to surviving reading comprehension (also if you can get your hands on popular mechanics / scientific american this is where a lot of reading comprehension passages are actually pulled from)
Logic Games are video game logic
Do not look for the right answer. Erase all the answers that are wrong. Whatever remains, no matter how stupid, is the answer. The LSAT is a tricky bastard like that. The worst thing you can do when writing the LSAT is to go “OH THAT ONE” and move on with the question.
If you need accommodation, ASK FOR IT. I once tutored a girl who needed extra time reading due to a previous brain injury, and she was convinced she could take the test without issue, didn’t ask for the accommodation, and then came to me in tears because she could barely get through 2 of 4 sections in each 35 minute interval. If you need it, ASK FOR IT.
The most successful Asian footballer in history, having won 19 trophies in his career and is the first Asian footballer to have won the UEFA Champions League trophy, the first Asian footballer to play in a UEFA Champions League final, as well as the first Asian footballer to have won the FIFA Club World Cup. Park is able to play anywhere across the midfield and is noted for his exceptional fitness level, discipline, work ethic and off-the-ball movement. His remarkable endurance levels and pace earned him the nickname “Three-Lungs” Park.
Prompt: “Stay awake.” Requested: by Anon Warnings: None Words: 600+
It was an exciting day for you. You were going to be involved in the first ever women’s hell in a cell match against Sasha Banks. Although you weren’t going to win the title tonight, you were just excited to be in the match, to be making history.
Your boyfriend Finn had been injured at SummerSlam a couple of months earlier which required him to have surgery on his shoulder. But it didn’t stop him from giving you every piece of information he could on the match. He helped you train for the biggest match of your career so far even though he wasn’t a fan when it was revealed that it was going to be a cell match.
“Do you understand how dangerous that match can be?” Finn said as you got dressed for bed.
“Every match is dangerous Finn. You should know you were in a normal match when you hurt your shoulder”
“Exactly y/n. In a cell match there’s no rules. No count out, No DQ. Sasha can do whatever she wants to you”
“And I can do whatever to her” you say sitting on the bed helping Finn take his sling off “I promise I’ll be fine Hun”
“I just don’t want to get hurt” he and pulling you close to his chest.
“Now remember to keep moving don’t let her find a weakness” Finn said as Sandra put the finishing touches on your ring attire.
“I’ll be okay Finn” you reassure him
“and don’t bring any weapons into the match only use them if Sasha brings them in. Make sure you remember where the weapons are. Just try to keep her in the ring and-”
“Finn” You said grabbing his face “Shut up, your rambling. Just remember no matter what happens you stay backstage. I’m going to be just fine.
Those words would come back to bite you. You gave the match all you could. The crowd was behind both you and Sasha. It didn’t take long for the cell and the no DQ to come into play. You were thrown into the steel steps and cell head first. Kendo sticks, steel chairs and tables were thrown around. But it wasn’t any weapon that caused the most pain. It was a powerbomb.
Throughout the match you had worked on Sasha’s knee, knowing she had a previous knee injury. However, when she went to lift you up for a power bomb her knee gave way and it made you fall onto the back of your head. Your neck snapped back and your head throbbed. For a moment you couldn’t see properly. You were meant to get back up so Sasha could hit a back breaker in the bank statement but you just could. You felt Sasha hook you for a pin as you tired to get your eyes to focus.
“Are you okay?” Sasha whispered as the pin started. You mumbled as the bell rang and Sasha’s music played out. The cell was lifted and medics and refs were quickly at your side. The crowd cheered and then next thing you knew that familiar Irish voice was next to you.
“How’d-How’d I do?” you mumbled as a light was shone in your eyes
“You did amazing sweetheart” Finn said stroking your hair with his hand that wasn’t in his sling. “I’m so proud of you”
You smiled at him. Your eyes became heavy as a neckbrace was placed around your neck and you were placed on a spine board.
“Hey hey hey sweets, stay awake for me, you gotta stay awake” Finn said standing next to as the medics placed you on the stretcher. The crowd cheered for you.
“But I’m so tired” you mumble
“I know I know sweets just stay awake a little while longer okay?”
Summary: Set during 12x12. Unable to join the hunt due to a previous injury, you’re left with only updates via phone call.
Warnings: Feels trip (I almost cried writing it)
A/N: 12x12 messed me up. So I had to write about it. I think there’s gonna be a sequel. Master tag list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.
“I wish I could be more help, guys.” You would have gone with to help on the hunt Mary called about, but you had been nursing a nice set of broken ribs. You could have called Castiel to come fix them, but you didn’t want to bother him. He was busy trying to track down Kelly Kline; and trying to find the devils baby-mama was a little more important than your ribs.
Real talk: Seth Rollins and the lessons he taught me
Warning: long post.
I’ve been in shitty place in and out since I was like 12. Constantly depressed, with little snippets of happiness. I had to take everything a day at a time and find small things to look forward to. What better thing to look forward to than wrestling?
To completely losing yourself in the world of wrestling entertainment. To investing your time, money and feelings in these larger than life superstars who put everything on the line every single night for us. These athletes are willing to do absolutely crazy things like jump off a 20ft steel cage just to get a reaction from us.
Aside from the entertainment, these superstars teach you things. Important things. I intend on doing these for a whole bunch of superstars but given the recent events I’m going to start with Seth Rollins.
Seth Rollins. In one word: brilliant. Athletic, great mic skills, and can play both a heel and a face with such ease. He was one of the best heels of our time and it doesn’t take much to see how talented this man is.
The last time he got injured, he was at the top of his game. World champion, with a brilliant feud going on. Right now, he was on the road to feuding with one of the all time greatest. This will be the second Wrestlemania he misses.
Seth Rollins, or I guess I can say Colby Lopez, didn’t expect this to happen. He recovered from his previous career-threatening injury and came back stronger than ever only to have this happen. He is the epitome of “life doesn’t always go my way but that’s okay”.
Seth Rollins taught me that no matter what obstacles come your way, you have it in you to overcome everything. That life isn’t always a straight road, it has bends and curves and ditches and it can be so messy but it doesn’t mean you give up. It means you give it all you got and dive in headfirst. Don’t be afraid, just keep moving forward.
This one’s for Seth Rollins and everyone else out there who feel like they don’t have it in them to carry on. Hold on. Something amazing may come out of it.
To those of you who bothered to read this, thank you. My inbox/ask is open if anyone wants to talk. Stay strong and stay gold.
What if you go hunting without knowing you’re pregnant with Dean’s child?
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Collins!Reader, [mentioned] Jo, Ellen, Bobby.
PAIRINGS: Dean x Reader
WORD COUNT: 1,726 (based on Wattpad)
SUMMARY: What if you go hunting without knowing you’re pregnant with Dean’s child?
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hate writing (y/n) so I name you.
Cannibals. This time, you and the brothers are hunting cannibals. You think vampires are nasty enough to eat humans’ blood, but cannibals are lot more worst. They eat every inch of your limb including your heart and eyes and intestines like a cow. But being a hunter, you’re not afraid of them because it is easier to kill those bad people who are already bad. It takes only a shot.
But without tricks, is not your hunting game. One of the cannibals you’re hunting had tricked you, of course, when you thought you killed him. In turns out, you missed him. And when you are running away from the location to meet up with Sam and your boyfriend Dean, the cannibal man gets in your way.
“Dammit!” you curse under your breath. You can feel your heart exploding inside your chest when you add up with the shock when that man appears in front of you. You almost knocked yourself onto him, who had a knife in his hand.