training is my life

When Life Gives You Lightning Chapter 10 version here.

Took me long enough (4 months) to write this thing, but here it is!

Astrid’s hand shook. The other rider’s words echoed around her ears. She ran her thumb over the marks carefully etched into the wood of the pencil. It was obvious. This was Hiccup’s pencil, no doubt about it. He’s the only person she knows of who would take the time to mark their name into a pencil. This realization made everything come back into focus around her.

“Astrid!” Stoick shouted. “What is it?” Astrid’s head snapped up, her breath catching in her throat.

“It’s Hiccup. They’ve been here.” She held up the pencil for everyone to see. Stoick gasped, but everyone else just seemed puzzled.

Tuffnut looked thoughtfully at the pencil. “What’s a piece of wood got to do with Hiccup?” He thought for a second, then gasped. “Oh my gods, Hiccup’s been turned into a pencil! Don’t worry H, we’ll get you out of there!” Tuff continued his babbling, while the other riders just ignored him.

Stoick held out his hand expectantly. “Let me see that, Astrid.” Said shieldmaiden reluctantly handed over the pencil. Stoick examined the pencil, then cradled it against himself. “Oh, Hiccup…”

“But why would Hiccup’s pencil be all the way out here?” Fishlegs mused.

“Duh, he obviously left it for us as a clue. Don’t you know anything, fish face?” Snotlout said impatiently.

Fishlegs opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “You’ve got a point.”

Astrid finally found her voice. “But that doesn’t explain why we haven’t been able to track the scent! What if he’s-” she cut herself off, not wanting to think about it.

“It doesn’t matter.” Stoick said quickly. “What matters is that my son has been here. We need to find him.” Toothless barked his agreement. Stoick held the pencil down to Skullcrusher. “Is there any scent left on this, boy?” The Rumblehorn sniffed the pencil, pupils contracting. He gave a roar, and Stoick’s face set in determination. “He’s got a scent! Let’s go!”

Astrid grinned widely, heart soaring with hope. If there was still a scent, then the pencil would’ve been put in the water recently. Astrid hoped the pencil was left as a clue, and tried not to think of the other option- the one where Hiccup wasn’t okay. She directed Stormfly to follow the rest of the riders, who followed the bellowing Rumblehorn.

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hp characters as anna kendrick’s tweets

harry: It’s cute how I used to think this “barely-holding-it-together” feeling was temporary.

ron: Sometimes I think “I need to think before I speak” and then other times I think “I shouldn’t leave the house or interact with people ever.”

hermione: I woke up just before winning the argument in my dream. Fuck this day.

draco: For someone with such an intense need to be liked you’d think I would have figured out how to be less of an asshole.

neville: My daily objective is less about goal achievement and more about regret management.

ginny: “You’re the only person in the world I don’t hate right now" is as close as I get to saying “I love you”

luna: When *I* played Barbie, I stripped her naked and melted her with matches.

voldemort: My life would be so much easier if it wasn’t for that thing…God, what is that thing called…other people.

dumbledore: If I die unexpectedly can everyone just do the right thing and pretend I was a way better person than I am?

snape: Can I petition to make holding grudges an Olympic event? Cause I’ve been in training my whole life.

konigstigerr  asked:

hey jax, do you have any secret techniques to get motivated to work out? i was out of the gym for two months due to an accident and now that i'm fine i could go back, but i feel like too lazy to drag myself to the gym.

Secret Techniques?

1) Watch all Goku’s Training scenes to Namek

2) Watch All 12 episodes of One Punch Man and all Current eps of My Hero Academia

3) Read How many kilos are the Dumbbells you lift

4) Hajime No Ippo needs to be in your life

5) Subscribe to Jaxblade’s Channel (THIS ONE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT)

and There ya go Secret techniques 

  • I have magic in my blood: It beats and throbs with my heart, never resting, never tiring.
  • I have magic in my tears: Rooted in the salt of the earth, my tears flow freely in pain, imbuing them with strength untold.
  • I have magic in my bones: They grew with me, seeing a world beyond themselves, and finding a way to harden but not too much.
  • I have magic in my cells: Tiny but infinite, like stars in the midnight sky, they signal back and forth, never giving up that fight.
  • I have magic in my eyes: They see the colors of the universe and though they are weakened by an inner age of their own, they still open wide and send their messages.
  • I have magic in my tongue: Trained over my life to speak, my tongue has the words of power on it and with them, the magic flows as easy as water.
  • I am magic: I am the witch.
cute songs to listen to if you have a crush on someone

1. something - gnash

2. 4u - blackbear

3. closer - the chainsmokers // halsey

4. girls like U - blackbear

5. flawless - the neighborhood

6. trampoline - the unlikely candidates 

7. training wheels - melanie martinez

8. something real - blackbear

9. first day of my life - gnash // goody grace

10. peach - the front bottoms

episodes 1-4 / ( change pronouns as needed. )


  • “i’ve been thinking about us.”
  • “i’m asking you now if you love me.”
  • “of course i love you, ____. but i can’t give you the answer you want.”
  • “one summer can change everything.”
  • “it’s about following your heart, right?”
  • “as long as you don’t give up your passion.”
  • “eventually, there will be a reckoning.”
  • “that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown? it won’t last.”
  • “are you scared, ____?”
  • “don’t freak out. just trust me.”
  • “i’m breakfast at tiffany’s, but this place is strictly in cold blood.”
  • “he was looking for the girl next door. instead, he found me.”
  • “you wanted fire? sorry, _________. my specialty’s ice.”
  • “just… talk to her. it could go a long way. would have gone a long way with me.” 
  • “you are so perfect. i’ll never deserve you.”


  • “romeo and juliet are the exception, not the rule.”
  • “once again, fate throws us together.”
  • "sardonic humour is just my way of relating to the world.”
  • “what? what are you going to do?”
  • “i’m not. i want to be. i thought i could be. but it’s too much, too fast.”
  • “what do you know about it, _____? or about me, even?”
  • “he wasn’t perfect. but he always tried to do the right thing.”
  • “sometimes a friend is better than a boyfriend.”
  • “why don’t we both just do that bro thing where we nod like douches & mutually suppress our emotions?”
  • “is there something you want to tell me, pal?”
  • “did you & _______ kill him together?”
  • “i’m alone.”
  • “we’re not gonna hug in front of the entire town.”
  • “it’s like there was a train that was going to the rest of my life. & i just… missed it.”
  • “it is not my fault he doesn’t like you.”


  • "spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules.”
  • “i don’t follow rules, i make them. & when necessary, i break them.”
  • “nothing this bad was ever supposed to happen here.”
  • “you don’t want to slow down, do you?”
  • “they have zero remorse for the lives they destroy.”
  • “does he not know who i am?”
  • “i’d love to stay. but i gotta shake down an evil adventure scout.”
  • “not bad.”
  • “maybe i don’t know _______.”
  • “you came through for me. in a way no one else ever has before.”
  • “i would’ve done anything to protect _____.”
  • “i saw the way you looked at me. … you’re hiding something.”
  • “maybe we should slow it down a little.”
  • "she’s right.”
  • “would i have complete freedom?”


  • “where did you find all of this?”
  • “oh, i’m already there!”
  • “you’re right. i’m selfish, & i’m stupid.”
  • “make some room, outcasts.”
  • “what’s next, selling her hair extensions?”
  • “it’s off-brand & sends a false message about acceptance.”
  • “shut the hell up, or you’ll find out!”
  • “i just hate when people disrespect my cinematic experience.”
  • "i’ll figure it out. i always do.”
  • “you are not the things you said.” 
  • “you’re not stupid. this wasn’t your fault.”
  • “i have a strong inkling.”
  • “threatened, much?”
  • “i learned that from the nancy drew detective handbook.”
  • “if you really are my friend, you’ll drop this.”
It’s not your ulcer

“I am not a diabetic. Look, this morning my blood sugar was 193 and I hadn’t even eaten anything. That’s not diabetes.”

“Ma’am, that 100% is diabetes.” This conversation quickly became a stalemate between ignorance and my inability to explain her diagnosis in a way she would accept. In fact, every conversation I had with her went this way. She was perhaps the most obstinate and oblivious patient I had ever met. And she was my patient. 

She had come in with the worst foot ulcer I have ever seen. It tracked all the way down to the bone, meaning an amputation was likely in her future. According to her, the ulcer had started a couple days before and she had never had an ulcer before in her life. I used my years of medical training to quickly deduce that a) there was no way that ulcer happened in a few days and b) she most definitely had two very bad looking ulcers on the other foot. When I pointed that out she became upset, telling me they were just split calluses, not ulceration. Every attempt to diagnose and explain the diagnosis was refuted by her “intimate knowledge of her own body.” 

The next several days were some of my most frustrating. I was called to her room for numerous reasons, including refusing insulin (because she wasn’t diabetic), refusing dressing changes (because she was allergic to the dressing), complaining that the hospital food was inedible and rotted, and yelling at nurses about their inadequate care. Each time I walked to the room and took my verbal lashings. I listened. I empathized. I did everything I could to put myself in her place and see the fear she likely felt about losing her foot. 

None of that was enough.

I am not sure if I have ever truly hated a patient. But with her, I came close. Despite my ill-feelings I spent hours coordinating her care between multiple surgical specialties, all of which wanted to pass on taking a non-compliant diabetic, vasculopath to the OR. Podiatry, vascular, and orthopedics all subtly yelled, “not it.” 

Several days into her hospital stay I expressed my frustration to my attending. “They are not your ulcers,” he replied. I looked back, confused, as he continued. “They are not your ulcers. If you care for every patient’s problem as if it were your own, it will destroy you. She got herself into this and she has to bear some responsibility for getting herself out. If she refuses to take our recommendations as to her care, there is nothing we can do. There are times you have to step back and separate yourself from the patient.”  

I have thought about his words a lot since then. In some ways if feels antithetical to my nature to see medicine as a job. But I have also experienced the severe mental fatigue and frustration that comes with trying to help a patient unwilling to help themselves. At the end of the day, how far should we go? How much time should I spend on one uncooperative patient knowing it takes time away from other patients who also need my services? In the end I did step back from the case and allow myself to see my care for her as something closer to a job. I switched off service a few days later and the last I knew she was getting an amputation, though she spent time fighting with surgeons about where they could cut.     

At some point we have to protect ourselves as physicians, despite how mentally strong we believe ourselves to be. This year has taught me a lot of medicine, but it has also challenged me mentally. I am still searching for the coping skills necessary to survive life as a resident and eventually as an independent doctor. Despite the frustration this patient provided, she did allow me some excellent learning in this area. In the end, I have to appreciate her for that.  


I’ve been doing a lot of movement studies lately to finally get the “full figures and dynamic poses give me headache” problem out of my way. These are in large part referenced from invaluable motion sequences by Eadweard Muybridge.

Of course I imagine it’s Corvo training, because it makes my life more beautiful.

Cheers <3

sometimes i think I’ll never be happy until i own a well-tailored victorian era suit