Ruzuki

I’m an MMA student (jeet kune do) and have been for over 10 years now. My studio has always focused on self-defense, and seeing as many people here deal with customers grabbing their wrists, arms, hands, etc. I figured I should teach what I know, and show how to escape these things.

First off: self-defense is necessary, and everyone has the right to defend themselves should they feel in danger. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this, you are entitled to self-protection, and no matter what any boss or job says, your life takes priority!!! Put your life before your job because you can never get it back!!!

Wrist/Arm Grab Swing your arm in a circle toward the outside of the attacker, breaking the attacker’s grip off from your arm/wrist.

[x]

If the person grabs your arm/wrist with both hands Make a fist with the hand being grabbed, reach between their arms and grasp your fist with your free hand, then pull it toward you.

It’s similar to this movement, though here the person grabs their attacker’s hand and pulls it away from theirs. It’s great for one-arm attacks, but entirely insufficient for two-arm because the goal is get both hands off at the same time. That way, you can run free rather than have the attacker come after you with their only free hand.

[x]

Handshakes As simple as it sounds, many do not know where the knuckles properly are. This diagram gives the proper location IN RED!!!!! I cannot stress this enough!!! THE RED PARTS ARE YOUR KNUCKLES!!!!!You can and will hurt yourself if you use any other part of your hand as a substitute!!!!!

[x] There are 2 simple ways to escape a handshake. First one is, with your free hand make a fist, then bash it into the face of the hand attacker is shaking with. The face is what’s right between the red and green areas. The key spot is right beneath the knuckles (red) and will inflict the most pain.

Second is make a fist with your free hand, then rub your fist’s knuckles or even the green parts right beneath the knuckles as this is the most sensitive spot and will inflict the most pain. Dig into the area, and make the person let go.

Dog - is “bowing” and using open mouth “bites” as forms of play

“Play fight with me!”

Cat - is giving the little paw bats they use when playing with kittens

“Cute kittens get booped!”

They are both trying to engage the other in a playful way but not understanding the others responce.

The dog is like “you smack so no play? but not hard smack and no bad noise so not angry?”

The cat is like “why you jump around? open mouth but no chomp? no hiss so is okay?”

And then they sort of settle with a kind of communal grooming gesture they both understand!

Dog: no play? okay i lay… we calm now friend!

Allen: people hate me but this dog doesn’t!

Life: :)

Allen: the dog died but his owner took me in and he’s very nice!

Life: :)

Allen: Mana died but a strange creature offered me to take him back

Life: :)

Allen: ok that was a lie but I was taken in by a kind priest who nursed me back to help and gave me purpose. Also, I acquired a new best friend!

Life: :)

Allen: ok so that priest turned out to be not kind actually and he left me behind but hey I finally reached my goal, the Black Order where I made lots of friends! I’m so happy I can live alongside them and they accept me despite the horrible disfiguration my Anti-Akuma weapon caused !

Life: :)

Allen: ok so my enemy wounded me severely, killed many of my comrades and almost killed me as well but thanks to this I found my will to live and fight, I’m back with my friends and my weapon keeps getting stronger! Finally I found my place in life!

Life: :)

Allen: despite the upgrades we got we still technically lost. I lost almost all my friends to the creature who exploited my despair. But thankfully in the last moment I manage to save my friends

Life: :)

Allen: i saved my friends and they trust me but my bosses suspect me and accuse me of being a traitor but even with limited freedom I’m glad that I have support. The man I loved as my father might not be who I thoight he was, he may have not lived me at all. But I still get to stay with my friends so it ain’t so bad!

Life: :)

Allen: my master disappeared and is probably dead. My enemies manipulated my friend to kill me and they partially suceeded. I let my friend run with his most precious one on the cost of my own freedom. I am imprisoned, my higher ups keep interrogating me and intend to torture and I am likely to get executed. But I will take my punishment if it means I keep my promises.

Life: :)

Allen: some monster showed up intent to unite with me, my enemies save me, I must leave my friends behind to protect them from being targeted. I am forced to run away from home but that’s fine as long as my loved ones are safe. In the meanwhile I’m searching for a way to find out more about the parasite growing inside me. With my best friend I successfully manage to get away. I’m on the run on my own but at least I’m still myself.

Life: :)

Allen: he fully awakened. I am disappearing. There is no way to stop it. But I want to know who and why did this to me. My friends try to help me but I cannot let them. At least I can still rely on my best friend.

I figured something out about myself a long time ago– it’s only just now occurred to me that I was in fact solving a problem caused by executive dysfunction, and I haven’t been implementing this solution lately because my brain went “that’s a relatively new term to me and therefore a Different problem that requires a Different solution”. thanks a lot, brain.

anyway, long long ago, before I knew these fancy schmancy Official words, the problem, as I phrased it to myself, was such: 

sometimes I get Stuck. I was doing something, or on my way to doing something, and then… I just. got stuck.

“Stuck” looks like refreshing my feed or dashboard repeatedly. or it looks like staring at a spot on the wall. or chewing my fingernails. or picking at a stubborn sticker. all the while, my brain drifts through various unrelated topics I wouldn’t be able to recall if asked. sometimes I can get Stuck for hours before realizing I am Stuck. sometimes I get so Stuck that I go to bed that way (feeling especially bad for being unproductive) and I have to just reset everything by sleeping.

one day I asked myself, “why is this happening? why am I stuck, right now, at this moment in time?” the answer, as it turns out, was pretty simple: I was trying to make a decision, and I got distracted. I haven’t moved forward because I haven’t answered that one question or made up my mind.

let me rephrase this in terms of executive dysfunction: many people have expressed that it feels like knowing you need to do a thing but not feeling “ready” to do it. many with ADHD may also be familiar with the feeling of needing things to be “just so” before you embark on a task- you need your setup to look a certain way, or you need to set a timer, or have the right music playing, etc.

when I get Stuck it’s often because I got lost somewhere in that setting-up process, and my brain took the opportunity to nyoom off into Distraction Town.

getting myself Unstuck is solved, 95% of the time, by tracing my steps back to the original decision I was trying to make- often something small and inane- and then troubleshooting from there. (out loud! verbal processing is totally punk.) 

“what was I trying to do?” 

“was I trying to decide between two things?” 

(the answer’s usually yes.) 

“what were they?” 

“okay, let’s decide. 

“okay, that’s settled. let’s move on.”

and then I am free as a bird to nyoom in the direction of The Thing I Wanted To Do All Along, in the amazingly disorganized, scattered, yet rapid-fire way that I do many things.

so!!! in the case of my first post, where I hadn’t showered for 2 hours? turns out I had been trying to decide what music to listen to in the shower. (another hack: my chances of getting Stuck while showering decrease by 75% if I have music playing to help me keep track of time.) I couldn’t immediately make up my mind, got lost in thought, got distracted, and drifted. once I stopped and asked- “why am I stuck?”-  then I remembered- “oh yeah! I wanted to listen to music”-  and then decided- “I want to listen to Daft Punk’s Discovery album”- I was finally heckin able to shower. and also eat, and also throw my clothes in the dryer.

and may I add I only zoned out once, during the slow part of “One More Time.” :P

Also, in chapter 207, when Marie and Lenalee are talking on a bench, they’re in Arles (which is indeed in the Provence region) Compare this

with this

(https://www.google.fr/maps/place/Place+de+la+R%C3%A9publique,+13200+Arles/@43.6762991,4.6274225,3a,75y,58.78h,96.25t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sJShQxuHufYCxBuR1XWuTYA!2e0!7i13312!8i6656!4m5!3m4!1s0x12b6766b0f86a385:0xd46a0edaab2db794!8m2!3d43.6765106!4d4.6277729?hl=en)

So apparently Kanda had to travel 1359kms in order to go back to Allen the order :)

“they’re burning all the witches” 

High empathy

Anxious Anxious anxious!!

I AM GOD

Dissociate

And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:

[stifled giggling]

[reeeeeeally deep breath]

[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]

The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.

In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”

which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,

The Confusion Hill Journal Heist aka Journey With A Stone Nacho pt5

So with my offerings in hand, or tube, I entered the gift shop to make my tribute to the Cipher Hunt treasure box.  I’d been thinking about what I could offer up months in advance, and I decided that I’d print a small poster of one of the GF coloring book project pages I’ve been working on for about a year and another print of the first thing I ever designed digitally, since it happened to be a Bill poster.

When my friend Eric saw me off, he also handed me a contribution for the box.  Now he’s not into Gravity Falls himself, though he’s seen every episode once with me in support of my fandom.  But he’s got mad digital art skills… So he combined two of my obsessions and created a Journal page about certain mutant turtles rumored to dwell in NYC.  I think it’s amazing!  He even used linen paper and distressed it.  Lucky for me he made me a copy too. 

Whoever picks these pieces, just know that, as of writing this, they’re literally all three 2-of-a-kind pieces.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

And now we come to the… unexpected twist in my relatively normal tale of making the pilgrimage to Confusion Hill up to this point.

So when I first popped to treasure box open, there was a hand-made Journal 3 notebook laying on top.  You can see it in the first photo of the box open and I moved it out of the way for the rest of the photos.  But when it came time to choose what I’d be taking home after I made my contributions (one for me, one for Eric). I decided that a notebook that looked like Journal 3 would be neat for drawing and taking cosplay design notes in.  So I chose that for myself, and a pack of cards for Eric….  

Flash forward to me sitting at the San Francisco airport waiting for my flight home.  My phone is full of photos, my heart and brain are full of emotion and happy memories.  But my stomach is empty.  I’ve got time, so I grab a dinner at some overpriced place that has phone chargers, unzip my travel backpack and grab a pencil, ready to take notes…

 Only, the notebook is NOT blank inside….

…

..

OH.  MY.  GOD! I’ve stolen the guestbook!!!!!

I’m looking at hundreds of entries, signatures, sketches, messages, even a photo; all filling the pages of what I thought was a blank notebook offering, but is turning out to be a message book for visitors who made the pilgrimage to see Bill’s statue.

I feel terrible!  These are meant to be shared with other fans and added to, not to be taken away by one fan.  But there’s not time to return it before my flight.  I don’t even have a car anymore…

I stared at (what I’d mentally started dubbing) the GuestJournal hard while I ate airport dinner.  By the time I reached the final pages I realized that most of them were pretty filled, but there was one last, perfect, blank place for a message of my own; the black binding page in the back.

 I was going to sign it, but how was I going to make up for stealing it in the first place??

It wasn’t until I got home and slept on it and had time to do some more looking into the treasure chest online that I realized what I could do.  You see, I found out that there’d been other guestbooks placed inside the box too.  Obviously they were not still in the chest, so I can’t be the first person to make this mistake.  Other people took home other guestbooks, or the other guestbooks filled up and were eventually removed.  That made me feel a bit better.  (Though I still worry, because some of the dates are really, relative to cipher hunt, old… Please don’t tell me I stole the ORIGINAL GuestJournal!)

But there is this lingering feeling I have:

These messages are meant to be shared with other fans.  And since I’ve got the GuestJournal now, I’m going to do my darnedest to make sure they still can be shared!!!  I’m going to archive each and every entry of the GuestJournal and post the entries online.  

That way I hope that not only those who signed it will be able to see the messages of those who came before and after them, but that those without the means to travel to Confusion Hill can still read about the excitement and enthusiasm seeing Bill inspired in Cipher Hunters.

I hope that this will make up for unintentionally stealing the GuestJournal before its time was quite up.

But I do need a bit of help: I’m small potatoes.  I’ll fully admit to that.  I have less than a hundred followers, and many of them are from different fandoms than Gravity Falls.  And in order to feel like I’m really doing due diligence, I’d like to get these pages out to a broad audience.

So, I humbly ask that if you read through the entries and are touched, please reblog.  Particularly those that have reach, and a GF fanbase that will see it, please reblog these messages.  I want them to be shared, to remind us all that we’re part of an amazing fandom and community.  I’m tagging the user names I found within the entries and those who I follow here on Tumblr.  It’s the only way I really know how to get the ball rolling, since I don’t really use other social media much. The rest is up to the GF Tumblr community.  Reblog, link to Facebook, tweet, whatever you think is worth doing to let our fandom see how much Gravity Falls and the Cipher Hunt, and the pilgrimage to Bill’s statue means to us fans.

@psychicpumpkinpi, @shooting13star, @mistrel-fox, @gravityfallsrockz, @pinetreepreserve, @gfdatingsim, @sightkeeper, @gfhunklescalendar, @hollycrowned,  @enlightening-gravity, @eregyrn-falls-art, @fractal-fourcube, @radiatorspringsclassic, @mythomagically-delicious, @mistrel-fox, @i-love-animation, @doberart, @pedestrianwolf, @thesnadger, @doubtingsalmon, @lokisadvocate, @ancientouroboros, @novantinuum, @danidery, @kiki-kit, @kevmclarty, @packook @gravity-what, @tyrnn, @hellmandraws, @as-be-low, @professor-cinnamon-roll, @rwallaceart, @summerhomegravityfalls, @betweenevery2pines, @determinedtoart, @invisibletinkerer, @fernikart57

Edit:  Since there has been concern about getting the GuestJournal back to its rightful place, I wanted to assure folks that it will ABSOLUTELY be sent back.

Below the cut you’ll find every entry in the GuestJournal.

The Confusion Hill Journal Heist aka Journey With A Stone Nacho pt5

So with my offerings in hand, or tube, I entered the gift shop to make my tribute to the Cipher Hunt treasure box.  I’d been thinking about what I could offer up months in advance, and I decided that I’d print a small poster of one of the GF coloring book project pages I’ve been working on for about a year and another print of the first thing I ever designed digitally, since it happened to be a Bill poster.

When my friend Eric saw me off, he also handed me a contribution for the box.  Now he’s not into Gravity Falls himself, though he’s seen every episode once with me in support of my fandom.  But he’s got mad digital art skills… So he combined two of my obsessions and created a Journal page about certain mutant turtles rumored to dwell in NYC.  I think it’s amazing!  He even used linen paper and distressed it.  Lucky for me he made me a copy too. 

Whoever picks these pieces, just know that, as of writing this, they’re literally all three 2-of-a-kind pieces.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

And now we come to the… unexpected twist in my relatively normal tale of making the pilgrimage to Confusion Hill up to this point.

So when I first popped to treasure box open, there was a hand-made Journal 3 notebook laying on top.  You can see it in the first photo of the box open and I moved it out of the way for the rest of the photos.  But when it came time to choose what I’d be taking home after I made my contributions (one for me, one for Eric). I decided that a notebook that looked like Journal 3 would be neat for drawing and taking cosplay design notes in.  So I chose that for myself, and a pack of cards for Eric….  

Flash forward to me sitting at the San Francisco airport waiting for my flight home.  My phone is full of photos, my heart and brain are full of emotion and happy memories.  But my stomach is empty.  I’ve got time, so I grab a dinner at some overpriced place that has phone chargers, unzip my travel backpack and grab a pencil, ready to take notes…

 Only, the notebook is NOT blank inside….

…

..

OH.  MY.  GOD! I’ve stolen the guestbook!!!!!

I’m looking at hundreds of entries, signatures, sketches, messages, even a photo; all filling the pages of what I thought was a blank notebook offering, but is turning out to be a message book for visitors who made the pilgrimage to see Bill’s statue.

I feel terrible!  These are meant to be shared with other fans and added to, not to be taken away by one fan.  But there’s not time to return it before my flight.  I don’t even have a car anymore…

I stared at (what I’d mentally started dubbing) the GuestJournal hard while I ate airport dinner.  By the time I reached the final pages I realized that most of them were pretty filled, but there was one last, perfect, blank place for a message of my own; the black binding page in the back.

 I was going to sign it, but how was I going to make up for stealing it in the first place??

It wasn’t until I got home and slept on it and had time to do some more looking into the treasure chest online that I realized what I could do.  You see, I found out that there’d been other guestbooks placed inside the box too.  Obviously they were not still in the chest, so I can’t be the first person to make this mistake.  Other people took home other guestbooks, or the other guestbooks filled up and were eventually removed.  That made me feel a bit better.  (Though I still worry, because some of the dates are really, relative to cipher hunt, old… Please don’t tell me I stole the ORIGINAL GuestJournal!)

But there is this lingering feeling I have:

These messages are meant to be shared with other fans.  And since I’ve got the GuestJournal now, I’m going to do my darnedest to make sure they still can be shared!!!  I’m going to archive each and every entry of the GuestJournal and post the entries online.  

That way I hope that not only those who signed it will be able to see the messages of those who came before and after them, but that those without the means to travel to Confusion Hill can still read about the excitement and enthusiasm seeing Bill inspired in Cipher Hunters.

I hope that this will make up for unintentionally stealing the GuestJournal before its time was quite up.

But I do need a bit of help: I’m small potatoes.  I’ll fully admit to that.  I have less than a hundred followers, and many of them are from different fandoms than Gravity Falls.  And in order to feel like I’m really doing due diligence, I’d like to get these pages out to a broad audience.

So, I humbly ask that if you read through the entries and are touched, please reblog.  Particularly those that have reach, and a GF fanbase that will see it, please reblog these messages.  I want them to be shared, to remind us all that we’re part of an amazing fandom and community.  I’m tagging the user names I found within the entries and those who I follow here on Tumblr.  It’s the only way I really know how to get the ball rolling, since I don’t really use other social media much. The rest is up to the GF Tumblr community.  Reblog, link to Facebook, tweet, whatever you think is worth doing to let our fandom see how much Gravity Falls and the Cipher Hunt, and the pilgrimage to Bill’s statue means to us fans.

@psychicpumpkinpi, @shooting13star, @mistrel-fox, @gravityfallsrockz, @pinetreepreserve, @gfdatingsim, @sightkeeper, @gfhunklescalendar, @hollycrowned,  @enlightening-gravity, @eregyrn-falls-art, @fractal-fourcube, @radiatorspringsclassic, @mythomagically-delicious, @mistrel-fox, @i-love-animation, @doberart, @pedestrianwolf, @thesnadger, @doubtingsalmon, @lokisadvocate, @ancientouroboros, @novantinuum, @danidery, @kiki-kit, @kevmclarty, @packook @gravity-what, @tyrnn, @hellmandraws, @as-be-low, @professor-cinnamon-roll, @rwallaceart, @summerhomegravityfalls, @betweenevery2pines, @determinedtoart, @invisibletinkerer, @fernikart57

Edit:  Since there has been concern about getting the GuestJournal back to its rightful place, I wanted to assure folks that it will ABSOLUTELY be sent back.

Below the cut you’ll find every entry in the GuestJournal.