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your 2nd priority should be bringing joyful and loving energy to those around you. your 1st priority should always be committing to the bit

wait people sleep with their doors closed????

okay now im curious. reblog this with where youre from and if you sleep with your door open or closed

*sigh* fine, fine, i'll be the new doctor who showrunner. bring me two twinks, britain's tallest woman, and 1000 pounds worth of alumininamian foil

Wait for the master.

The amount of confidence oozing from this dude

Martial arts are all about physics, my karate sensei is has a mechanic/physics diploma and he loves to explain the biomechanics of human body and how this was turned into fight via martial arts. It’s a very good way to teach. The sword master has a larger stance of the feet, much more than the others, allowing his barycenter to lower and thus giving more stability. This, united with the movement of the sword that follows the angle of his body increases the power of the blow without actually using too much muscle strength. Pretty sure he’s also just tending (not contracting) the muscles under the armpits, near the rib cage, the serratus anterior. That makes a huge difference.

Above: The science of moving like a master of martial arts.

What was most interesting to me is size has no correlation to success for any of the people.

Blasphemous is awesome cause you'll walk into a room and see a dude who's like 10 feet tall and waist deep in ash and his eyes are mouths and he's gnawing his fingers with the eye mouths and eating chunks of his own forearm with his normal mouth and he'll be like "My name is Eugènio. I stole an apple because I was starving to death and now I have to eat myself forever, please take some of my flesh and bury it next to the Holy Tree of Roses and Thorns so that it will grow into a rosebud that will finally sate my endless hunger" and it's like okay yeah sure why not I was going that way anyway so I can get some incense oil for the lady who's made of bees

steam repeatedly notifying you that a friend is booting up a game thats clearly not cooperating feels like ur sitting inside and someone outside keeps trying to rev up a lawnmower

fixed a problem at work that i vaguely saw a manager fix once and i did it faster which means that i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin i get to take his skin

I apologize to everyone whose grammar I ever corrected before I learned not to be a tool.

your forgiven.

You’re… really sweet to do that. Thanks.