#also 47 meters down

[redrosydiaz]

man it does not matter how bad the acting is or how shitty the concept is or how poorly made it is, but every single one of those like "we got stranded in this Situation and have to try to survive it otherwise we Will Die" movies stresses me tf OUT and puts me on total edge the whole time and i LOVE THEM

[ambersky0319]

well i just found out that two-headed shark attack had not 1, but 3 sequels (they went up to SIX HEADS????) so i know what im watching over the mext couple weeks to relive my childhood

tubi also has sand sharks, deep blue sea, blood lake.... all my childhood cringy unrealistic marine life movies!! honestly. i should have looked on tubi for them sooner lmao

[swan2swan]

The dialogue in this movie sounds like an arcade game

[randomshyperson]

hello, i saw you were doing little drabbles and was wondering if you had the time for --- wanda + hand holding + 47 (i think? whichever one is "holding hands so the other can't run away")

no problem if you can't or don't want to! have a lovely day (or nite whenever u see this)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Drabbles

prompt: holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away | words: 672 | warnings: angst, mentions of miscommunication, mutual pining (kinda of), also nothing bad ever happened to wanda during Infinity War idk what you're talking about.

challenge masterlist | general masterlist

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The battle was out of control.

So many stupid decisions and fights had brought you here, and even with all the training on staying calm, you could feel the fear threatening to take over your decisions.

The barrier was finally broken and instead of grabbing a weapon, you grabbed the hand of the witch who had just gotten up from the couch next to you.

"Stop that." She snapped immediately but didn't fight against the grip, her eyes searching yours. Her free hand found your cheek, caressing your skin as you were doing with her palm. "You know I need to go out there."

The sound of the battle was muffled in that room, what you heard was the metallic crack of the mind stone being dismantled in Vision's head a few meters away.

Shuri, even focused on the task, stole a look in your direction, uncertain whether to witness this moment or not.

You opened your mouth to contradict Wanda, but you didn't know exactly what to say to her. And she smiled tearfully, caressing your face.

"You stay, protect the girl and the stone. Our friends need us."

But your grip doesn't loosen, and your eyes are desperately looking at her. Full of tears.

You've fought before, you've fought a lot. And yet, something about this day, this mad titan coming from space, gives you the feeling that the Avengers won't win this time.

"Please." You manage breathlessly. Although firm, your touch doesn't hurt her. Wanda comes closer to kiss the corner of your mouth, and you almost forgive her for being in some short of situationship with Vision while you two have something deep and unresolved going on. "I can't lose you, Wanda."

The raw confession makes Shuri leave the room, even if only for a moment. Wanda sighs, pulling at your grip so that your hand fits better on hers.

"You won't lose me."

"You don't know that." You retort emotionally, but she's starting to lose her patience, especially since the battle has gotten bad enough that you've started hearing explosions. The team needs her, more than ever. "Please-"

"They need me there-"

"I need you."

She sighs, taken by surprise before taking a deep breath to regain control of her own emotions. This is not the time or place to have this kind of conversation, this kind of confession.

Her gaze turns serious, final. Your grip loosens.

"Remember the captain's orders, okay? As soon as that stone is out, destroy it."

She pulls your grip and frees herself. You grab her wrist this time, and pull her towards you, close enough for her to gasp when she feels your breath against her cheek.

"You know damn well I don't care about him. I'd destroy that stupid stone while he's still has it, and I would run away with you, in a heartbeat. Never looking back."

Wanda swallows, her gaze dropping to your mouth for a moment as if she’s considering it, if only for a second. And then, her expression turns cold, and she looks you in the eye.

“You had the chance to do it, and yet, here we are.” She accuses bitterly, and you let go, hesitation in your features. Wanda sighs, lowering her hand and taking a few steps away from you. She takes one last look at Vision unconscious on the table, and at the door where Shuri is coming back from, before giving you one last look. And warning; “I’m going to give you one last chance to make things right between us. When this is over, we’re going to sit down and talk like adults.”

You feel some of the weight lift from your shoulders. Talk. That sounds good. It’s more than you’ve earned after not showing up at that airport, after not choosing her or any side when the team fought, after making the mistake of screwing up your chances and practically handing her over to the android next to you.

Nodding in agreement, you offer her a small smile, and Wanda heads off toward the fight.

[popcornforone]

Set In Motion

A Dieter Bravo Fan Fic

We’ve all seen the keep fit Sled picture & gone DAMN OUR MAN GOT IT GOING ON (I know some tummy lovers are gutted I’m sorry) but it helped to form an idea. Suddenly I had a small little idea for a fic in my mind…

It’s not longer small. I also hate self praise as a Brit, but I think this is the best writing I have ever done. I’ve sent snippets to people to read in advance without spoiling it for them & everyone single one of them has gone yep that Dieter.

Synopsis:- You have a new Celebrity client to take on at the Gym, it’s the over the top Drama queen, Dieter Bravo.

Word count:-(sorry I couldn’t stop writing) 9100

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! unprotected PIV sex, client & customer, no strong enemy’s to lovers but it will make sense why I’ve put that, swearing, innuendos, fantasy’s, controlling, being sick, angst, teasing, riding, tasting, Dieter is a bit of a sex pest that covers most aspects doesn’t it? Pain from gym.

Seriously thank you for reading. It means the world & I love doing it. Cheers peoples.

When they said that you had been requested to train a Hollywood “A Lister” you were excited. Your reputation proceeded you, & you had turned the rich & the poor for lazy lumps to fitness gods. Even if they didn’t want to be sculptured to perfection you helped everyone feel comfortable in the gym. You are the go to woman & you can’t wait to see who is going to walk through the door. You’ve been told they can be difficult & demanding, but that’s also a bit like you on your worst day. How bad can they be?

The day has come. They have requested their own room for the training, already wanting exclusivity, very demanding. You sigh as you get a few smaller pieces of equipment in there, as well as a weighted sled, incase they are someone from abroad who actually knows what they are doing. But you treat every person you train on their first day as a novice to it all the equipment, best to work out together what they wish to achieve.

10am they were meant to be here. They aren’t. You slowly do some small 2kg weights while on an exercise bike in the corner of the room. At 10:47 the doors fly open. There in a big coat with shades on & messy hair is Dieter Bravo. The pre-Madonna, the sulky demanding diva, he might be an Oscar winner but his reputation isn’t the best.

“I have no idea why I’m here” he states firmly throwing his scarf off his neck. “My agent says “Dieter hit the gym it will do you good” ha” you slowly look at him trying not to stare. He is a legend despite his attitude & he smell incredible even from a short distance away. “I have the metabolism of a jungle cat, I don’t need to be here” he scoffs & drops his bag & sit on a bench in the corner. “Just call my agent later, tell them that we did okay while I have a nap” you shake your head. He’s gonna be one of those ones.

“Mr Bravo” you say & get off the exercise bike. “This is a place of work & fun, you can either be your inner jungle cat & get on with this or I can ask security to help you leave” you stand a few meters in front of him arms crossed. If he’s gonna whine, you’re going to be stubborn as well.

“Are you challenging me?” He asks boldly. He behind his mirrored sun glasses looks your body up & down “& aren’t you a little to curved to be a personal trainer?” He thinks he’s being funny. If only he knew your story. You’re the reason people come to this gym. You were extremely large, & to now be the size you are with a few muscles is extraordinary. If he’s gonna make comments like that, you can play that game too. He might be a sexy actor but manners cost nothing.

“Well…” you glaze over his comment about your size “… if you’d have arrived on time we’d have gone through some of the smaller items in this room, but as your here extremely late, I want to see if those broad shoulders have got the power in them” you then step aside to reveal the sled. “Push it” you’re not asking.

“That?” He scoffs & finally takes his glasses & coat off. He’s got a grey tshirt on & some overly big hanging shorts. For him to look so casual probably cost more than you make a month. “That thing, surely is from the Middle Ages, it’s for cows to push, wha..”

“Then it should be fine for a springy jungle cat” you wink & then give him a brief demonstration as to what to do. You haven’t stacked it properly with weights it’s about half of what you can push. “So mr Bravo…”

“Dieter or diets…”he interrupted.

“Dieter, I need this down to that wall & back & I need you do to that 5 times.” He has a little grumble & gets up off the bench. Clearly he thought his work out was gonna be with an influence to softly train with, who would also be who he got to fuck for the next few weeks until they both got bored. You’re clearly not his usual type.

“This is barbaric” & that was a before he had even started. Grumbles left his mouth as he started his first of 5 rounds. His face already a beetroot, the sweat poring down his back.

“Keep going Dieter” you say deadpan as he heads off on his second push back down the room.

“Fuck” he moans. He gets back up to your part of the room & dramatically collapses on the floor fanning himself. The drama queen has arrived. “I need water. I need electrolytes. I need a moment to reflect on the fragility of existence.” He groans holding his ribs. That makes you laugh, but you do go get him a bottle of water. “Think that’s funny do you?” You nod, his charm starting to rub off on you a little. He then takes the lid off the bottle of water & pours it over his head. That tshirt now sticking to his front as well. “Well let’s just say I ain’t coming back to do anymore work outs in this trauma chamber you call a gym.”

You thought that would be it. You’d never see Dieter again, his sessions would be cancelled & that would be that. One nice pay day which would pay off the rest of your sofa. So you were shocked to see it still in the calendar & for him to turn back up 3 days later. You sat on the exercise bike once again patiently waiting for him. In he walked, only 39mins late this time. No big coat but a bag with some bits in it, the sun glasses were also removed straight away. Those handsome eyes radiating charisma.

“I owe you an apology, & you owe me one for putting me through that oxen cow sled thing, but my agent says I have to persevere, so can we start again” he says extending his hand. A peace offering. You look him up & down, still in celebrity gym gear not what he actually needs. You shake his hand.

“If we’re doing this Dieter we’re gonna do that “oxen cow thing “” you use quote marks he chuckles “… every session until you can push it up & down this room 5 times”

“& when I do that, I can leave?”

“You can leave or stop this whenever you want Dieter, your the one paying me”

“True” he says as he gets out a water bottle. Branded obviously with his face on it. “then let’s say how many days…” you laugh “…weeks…” you still smirk “… months? you think it’s gonna take me months to push that up & down this room 5 times?” He looks at you in disbelief.

“Yes Dieter I do & today we’re gonna work out how much weight actually needs to go on it”

“Are you like this to all your Hollywood clients?” He asks sipping some of his water & setting his phone up so he can get some good shots of him working out. You tut. You for a brief millisecond, forgot he was a celebrity, & thought it was just good banta.

“I’m like this to everyone Dieter, don’t think you’re special” he fakes looking offended, it’s far too over the top.

“Oooh but I am special, just you wait & see” you let out an exasperated sigh & begin to do your tests on Dieter. The session much like last time ends with the sled, & Dieter dramatically lying on the floor after just half a turn. The work out had done its job.

Dieter tested your patience for the first few sessions. Hollywood does go to peoples heads. He chucked a weight on the floor in a strop that was made of fibre glass & it smashed. He clicked his fingers for you to clean it up & you berated him, as this meant this room couldnt be used by anyone for the next 3 hours. His next session he came in with a cheque for $1000 to compensate the gym. His face genuinely apologetic, or was he just good at acting sorry. It’s hard to tell with those eyes.

When he was working out, he was still dramatic too, as well as late to every session, usually between 15 to 35mins late. You’d actually told him that for every 5mins he’s late youd add another weight to the sled.

You often had to stand there & watch as he made content for Instagram. Often his outfits would not be gym ready so the top could be torn off or so he could look sweaty in a v neck. It did get hard for you at times. The man was handsome & had charisma boiling over. You grew found of Dieter & his showing off for the camera & the man that you were slowly getting to know underneath the layer of fame.

“So you guys know I’m loving this fitness routine” you sit on the exercise bike peddling as he does this little video, you let him do one at the start & then if the vibes right at another point. “But today I’ve got this amazing protein shake before we start” you roll your eyes as Dieter explains to his viewers what’s in the green gunky drink & how it’s good for him & helping him. You know where this is going.

“Let’s chug!” He says excitedly & then takes some large gulps out of the drink. You can see him shudder. He puts his thumbs up to the camera & say quickly “yummy” before then turning it off quickly & then running to a Bucket & spewing it all out. You sit in the bike laughing as he gags. You do then remember he’s human, get off the bike & go to his bag & get his water bottle. He’s your client after all, he might get a poser but you’re learning he is genuine.

“You okay Dieter?”

“Of course I’m not” he splutters before swilling some water around & cleaning his mouth. “How the fuck do you guys a drink that”

“I don’t” he lifts his head from the bucket “some people do but it’s not my thing, also all those ingredients you said well…” you pull a face.

“Well what!”

“They don’t go together, I’m guessing you literally walk into a shop & asked for everything healthy in one drink?” He turns red & then starts to cough “yea next time go for some carrot or spinach juice or maybe a light fruit smoothie, I like strawberry & mango”

“Ewww” he pulls a face like a toddler who doesn’t like the broccoli you are giving it.

“Trust me start small not big”

There’s a nod of neutral respect between you as he sits in the floor, moving the bucket away. He flashes that wide grin at you, his eyes bigger & more brown today. It’s easy to fall for him, even without his charisma. You shake your head denying your own crush for him.

“Just tell me when your ready Dieter & we can get to todays work out.”Dieter sighed & got up ready for instructions.

A while later hes struggling through a bench press, muttering something about “the crushing weight of expectations,” & when he finally pushed the bar up, he looked at you, flushed, sweaty, panting just a little & smirked. His guard down as you set up the sled for the end of the session.

“I think I only keep coming back here because of you.”

You freeze, your brain just short-circuited. Dieter, of course, had no idea what he’d just done. He just sat up, shaking out his arms, oblivious to the fact that you were now actively fighting for your life, trying not to turn bright red. You forced a fake laugh.

“Right. Because you love working out so much.”

“Oh, I hate it,” he said cheerfully, swiping a towel over his face. “But you make it… tolerable. Pleasant, even.”

Pleasant. Pleasant! Bloody pleasant! You want to crawl into the changing room & hide but you also wished for more.

You had hoped Dieter hadn’t noticed your embarrassment, but he had. He was now going to have fun. your problem was that now you noticed everything about him. Like how he’d bite his lip when concentrating. How his t-shirts clung a little too well when they got damp. How he’d stare at you whenever you demonstrated an exercise, not in a “taking notes” way, but in a “please repeat that so I can keep watching” way.

Worst of all? The post-workout stretches.

One day, he sighed mid-stretch & said,

“You should stretch me out sometime.” You choked on your water. He blinked at you, all with innocent curiosity. “What?” Mischief spawns across his face.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, pretending to be very focused on adjusting a kettlebell. He tilted his head. In the adorable way he always does.

“You okay? You seem flustered.”

“I am not flustered.” You were extremely flustered & tried to get back on topic, but tension hung in the air, unspoken & ready to pop.

After that session with the sled he did 4 lengths, he wasn’t as dramatic in his collapse. Dieter was leaning against the wall, sweaty & smug. “You know, I think I’m finally starting to enjoy this,” he said, looking you up and down. “Or maybe I just enjoy you bossing me around.” You were dangerously close to losing it.

Then he smiled, lazy, teasing, too damn pretty & you snapped.

“Okay, that’s it for today, Shower. Now.”

He blinked. You hadn’t talked to him like that in weeks being snappy.

“Are you…”

“NOT WITH ME,” you shouted. “Just…go. Before I do something wildly unprofessional.” Dieter stared at you for a moment. Then, very slowly, his smirk returned.

“Oh,” he murmured, eyes flickering with dangerous amusement. “Interesting.”

You turned on your heel & left before you did something stupid. Like kiss him. Or murder him. Or both. Behind you, you heard him laugh. Low, delighted, victorious. You were so, so screwed.

This now made this hard for you but fun & games for Dieter who was loving every second.

You barely survived the rest of the weeks sessions. Because now, Dieter knew. He didn’t know exactly what he knew, but he knew something & that was very, very bad.

Every gym session after that was a nightmare of subtle provocations.

From asking if his hips were in the right position, to is this enough thrust to put into it, how low can he squat. But the worst day was the long v neck tshirt day, his nipples escaping constantly .You nearly threw a kettlebell at his head.

“Hey” he moaned when you said it was inappropriate to wear.

“You want to get burns on you nipples from the fabric be my guest” this just made Dieter do the session topless instead, you weren’t sure If this was better for the sake of his nipples or worse for your imagination.

The next session was an evening one, he’d been at a big celebrity event the day before, but still wanted to show he was committed to this. For a man who protested & hated this, he never missed a session, this time turning up 8mins late, his best time yet.

Dieter was finishing his cooldown stretches (which were still offensively sensual, by the way), & you were trying, to focus on literally anything other than the way he was sprawled on the mat, looking up at you with that goddamn smirk.

“You’ve been acting weird,” he said suddenly. You froze. Trying not to look panicked

“I have not been acting weird.” Dieter tilted his head the way you like.

“No? Because I swear you used to be a lot meaner to me.” You scoffed.

“You’re still infuriating.” He grinned.

“See, there’s the fire. I missed that.”

“Just finish stretching.”

You ignored the way your stomach did a stupid little flip. But Dieter didn’t move. He just watched you.

Then, too casually, he said, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were into me.”

Heat shot up your spine, panic flashing across your face for exactly half a second before you caught yourself.

“I…” Dieter’s smirk widened.

“Oh my god.”

“No.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“Dieter…” He sat up way too fast, eyes alight with mischief.

“You have a crush on me.” You wanted to die. You wanted to evaporate. You wanted to rewind time & punch Past You in the face for ever taking this job. But it was too late. Dieter Bravo was already basking in this newfound discovery, absolutely delighted.

“Wait, wait, this is incredible,” he continued, pressing a hand to his chest like this was the most exciting plot twist of his life. After all acting is his job, he’s got an Oscar for being a drama queen. “I mean, it makes sense. I’m devastatingly attractive. But you, you’ve been holding out on me! Teasing me!”

“You’re insufferable.” You are trying so hard not to smile. He gasped.

“& your moody & mean! God, no wonder I like you so much.”

Wait….

Wait, wait, wait.

“You…”You narrowed your eyes. Unsure if this is a game of his or not”….You like me?”

Dieter blinked. Then shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah. Duh.”

Dieter liked you?! Since when!? Since always? Since yesterday? Since he figured out you were suffering through a months of long crush while he pranced around half-naked, dripping in sweat & sin?

Because what the hell were you supposed to do with that information?

Meanwhile, Dieter was just grinning at you, clearly enjoying whatever internal crisis was flashing across your face.

“Oh, wow,” he mused. “You’re, like, really freaking out right now.”

“I am not freaking out.” He hummed. & then giggled.

“No, you totally are.”You groaned, pressing your palms to your temples.

“Can you just shut up for, like, ten seconds?”

Dieter considered it. Then, in true Dieter fashion, said:

“Nope.” He shrugs”I’m never speechless”.

You exhaled through your nose. This man was going to kill you.”So what now?” he asked, leaning forward, eyes way too bright with excitement. You huffed.

“What do you mean, ‘what now’?”

“I mean, what happens next? Do we pretend this didn’t happen? Do we have an extremely unprofessional makeout session in the locker room? Do I make you fall even harder for me through my sheer charm and magnetism?”

You gaped at him.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I know, right?”

“I need to go.”

Dieter grinned. “Aw, you’re running away?”

“Yes.”

“Fair.” You turned on your heel & left him on the stretches Mat in the gym. Behind you, Dieter’s laughter followed you out the door.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, thinking about what happened & when you did fall asleep, he was in your dreams cradling your neck, his lips feeling soft, the moans he makes in exhaustion now in pleasure. You woke up sticky, sweaty & feral.

The next day, you found a smoothie waiting for you at the gym. On the lid, in messy handwriting:

“For my favorite coach. (Yes, I’m your favourite client. Don’t even try to lie.) - D”

You stared at it. It was not a Dieter day today, but he had sent you a strawberry & mango smoothie, your favourite. He’d remembered that comment a few weeks ago. There was even a little heart drawn on the note. You were so, so done for.

What started with the smoothie, Then became a coffee, then became proper gym clothes, less Instagram videos & Then shock horror, he started showing up early. The 10am start, he was arriving at 9:58. Which, for Dieter Bravo, was wildly out of character. This shook you to your core, he was a changed man from the dramatic drama queen jungle cat who came in a couple of months ago as a poser.

“You’re in a good mood,” you observed one morning as he strutted into the gym, suspiciously chipper.

“I have news.” He said in a cocky voice, but when isn’t he a little big arrogant.

“That can’t be good.” He ignored your little joke & continued, used to your wit by now.

“Guess who just got their own fitness show?”

You blinked shocked

“What?”

“It’s called Dieter Does It,” he said proudly, throwing his arms out like it was already an Emmy winning masterpiece. “A journey of strength, perseverance, & my absolutely flawless physique.” You stared at him. Dumbfounded but also proud.

“A fitness show. You?”

He placed a hand on his chest.

“I know, it’s inspiring.”You were at a loss for words.

“Dieter,” you finally managed, “you hate working out.”

“Wrong,” he said, pointing at you. “I hate suffering. But I love attention. & people love watching hot, sweaty celebrities struggle. It’s a goldmine.”

“Oh my god.” you say sarcastically & roll your eyes, he laughs but continues to tell you his plan.”well congratulations”.

“Thanks” his hands are moving excitedly as he explains how live tv works, “I’ll be doing some light stuff each episode but then have different fitness masters from all over the world come in, trying different extreme workouts. Testing the limits of my body & soul.” He’s ever the charmer & professional rattling this off like he’s in an advert or a talk show promoting it. You dont need to be sold this, you’ve already brought into it.

“Do you even have limits?”

“Only one way to find out.” he raises an eyebrow.

“Please tell me you at least hired a real trainer for this. So that they can do the actual fitness & not some Hollywood wannabe”

He beamed.

“About that…” You immediately knew where this was going.

“No.”

“Yes.?”

“Nope.”

“Yes.!?”

“Dieter, absolutely not.”

“Come on, Coach. I need you.” He did the biggest pout & puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen from him. You opened your mouth, to tell him exactly where he could shove that idea, but then you registered his words.

I need you.

Not I need a trainer or coach. Not I need someone to keep me from breaking every bone in my body while trying to get ratings & an Emmy.

No.

He needed you. & just like that, your entire brain malfunctioned. Dieter noticed. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything about you, from how moody you get when you should have your period, to the way you often stand by the window when it rains, enjoying its calmness. He notices everything about you. He’s been falling for you from the moment you called him a jungle cat back on that first day.

Now his smirk shifted. It wasn’t just teasing anymore, it was knowing.

He took a slow step forward, eyes darkening. “What’s wrong, Coach? Jungle Cat got your tongue?”

You hated him.You hated the way he invaded your space, the way he smelled too good, the way he was so damn smug about making you squirm. You should’ve walked away. Should’ve told him to get over himself. Should’ve done literally anything other than stand there, frozen, watching his mouth get closer.

Time then froze as you sighed your eye contact intense.

He kissed you. Hard. Messy. Desperate. It wasn’t smooth, wasn’t practiced, just pure, unfiltered want. Like he’d been waiting forever for this, like he couldn’t stand another second of teasing & near-misses & tension so thick it was suffocating. Almost as thick as that protein shake he despises.

You should’ve pushed him away. Instead, you fisted your hands onto his shirt & kissed him back. Your own wants & needs taking over. The pleasure of his mouth intoxicating.

Dieter groaned, pressing you against the nearest wall, one hand slipping to your waist, the other tangling in your hair like he was trying to memorize you. It was unfair how good he was at this. Hot & cocky & utterly unhinged. This wasn’t a kiss an actor gives, this was a Dieter Bravo kiss.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Told you, you liked me.” You yanked him back in. Not caring about your own rules for just a few seconds more. Another taste was needed. You both know you’ll never be satisfied again.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, wrecked, still gripping each other like gravity didn’t exist. Dieter laughed Softly. Neither of you on guard, both vulnerable wondering if there should be another kiss. Soft. Disbelieving. So, so satisfied.

Then, still grinning, he pressed one last, lazy kiss to your lips and said,

“So… I’ll see you on set?”

He then left having not done work out today, maybe the kiss was enough. You also hadn’t given him an answer. Your mind spiralling out of control. Dieter was offering you more than just a tv role or was he?

You spent the next three days losing your mind. Three days replaying the kiss in your head. Three days avoiding thinking about Dieter Bravo like your life depended on it & It wasn’t easy. Not when he kept texting you.

“Morning, Coach. Dream of me?”

“Can we make out again or do I have to earn it?”

“Actually, don’t answer that. I love a challenge.”

These were just some of the messages you received.

You almost caved. Almost let yourself be swept up in the chaos that was Dieter Bravo with a crush. But you knew better. You were a professional. You knew you had to have this out with him face to face.

Wednesday arrived. You got to the gym room & set it up, putting the weights on the sled, your heart & would feeling heavier then them. Dieter arrived at 9:59, in the correct gym gear, no flashy dramatics, simply the man ready for a work out. A far cry from the jungle cat who came bouncing into your life. He was completely unaware that his world was about to collapse.

He was sprawled on a bench, pretending to do some stretches but mostly just watching you approach with that lazy, lovesick grin.

“You look stressed,” he mused. “Need me to kiss it better?” You ignored the full-body shiver that caused & inhaled sharply. The words you had practiced fall from your mouth bluntly.

“I’m quitting.”

Silence.

For the first time ever Dieter didn’t have a quip to respond back to you with.

“Wait, what?” He looked up & did a double take in disbelief. You squared your shoulders.

“I’m leaving the gym. I can’t train you anymore. I…”You swallowed. “I crossed a line with a client.” Dieter’s face dropped.

“Are you…” He actually sat up, alarmed. “Are you serious?” You nodded, hating every second of this.

“I can’t do this,” you said softly. “It’s unprofessional. Because if…if I stay…”

You didn’t finish. Because if you stayed, you knew exactly what would happen. Dieter would keep pulling you in, keep teasing, keep making you melt with those damn soft, needy looks, before long, you’d be just another person who lost themselves in the madness of Dieter Bravo. You also knew Dieter now. You couldn’t let that happen. He’s not a relationship man, he’d get what he wanted & then no longer be interested in you. You’ve met these kind of guys before.

Dieter stared at you for a long moment. His expression was unreadable, no cocky smirk, no mischief, just… something raw. Then, in a completely normal & rational response, he said:

“Marry me.”

You nearly choked on air. Tension filled the gym.

“…What?” Dieter shrugged, like this wasn’t the single most deranged thing he’d ever said.

“Marry me. Then I won’t be your client anymore.”

You stared at him, fully convinced you were hallucinating.

“Dieter…” your speechless.

“I’m serious.” He stood, way too close, voice way too honest vulnerable & soft. “You think you need to leave because we crossed a line. So let’s make a new one. One where it’s not a problem.”

“Dieter, that’s not how this works…”

Your brain scrambling for a logical answer, while your heart was pumping going this is so romantic & your labido was going, everyone’s seen the sex tape he’s got a massive penis. You shake your head as your body tells you lots of yes’ & nos to this predicament. None of your 12 practiced conversation last night with the mirror that you constructed, had seen anything as wild as this coming. But that’s Dieter for you.

“Why not?” He was so goddamn serious. “You like me.”

You exhaled sharply. “That’s not the point…”

“You like me,” he repeated, almost smug.

You groaned. “Jesus Christ.”

“& I like you,” he went on, tilting his head, you wish he wouldn’t because it arouses you that cute little look. “A lot, actually. More than I’ve liked someone in a long time. Which is so annoying, by the way.” You refused to react to that. You’re still processing.

“Dieter…” you sigh but he interrupts again.

“I don’t want you to go.” His voice dipped, genuine now. “So don’t.”You shook your head, trying so hard not to let him get to you.

“This is insane,” you whispered.

Dieter just grinned. “That’s why it’s perfect.”

You groaned. You needed to leave, To stop you both from Doing something you would regret. Dieter could sense this might be his last chance,he grabbed your wrist.

“Coach.”the charming voice was softer now.

When you glanced back, his expression wasn’t teasing anymore. Wasn’t cocky or smug or anything remotely expected. It was real.” Stay,” he murmured. “Please.” He really was pleading. When he does this it’s so hard to say no to him, even if you didn’t have feelings for him.

You stared at him. At his stupid, earnest, handsome, carved by the gods face. At the impossible words hanging in the air between you.

“Marry me?”he asked once more. This wasn’t a game he wanted to play, this was real. But being a realist you know life isn’t that simple. your entire world has just tilted on its axis.

You took a deep breath.

“Dieter…I”

“No,” he cut in, eyes locked onto yours. “Don’t ‘Dieter’ me. Just say yes.”

Your heart ached, because god, you wanted to.But this was Dieter Bravo. The human embodiment of chaos. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be. However this moment you are pretty sure is the most serious he’s ever been in his life & yet it’s still been spontaneous. So you forced yourself to shake your head, step back, build the wall back up.

“I can’t.”

His face fell. for a split second, you saw it, the flash of real hurt before he masked it with a forced smirk.

“Right. Okay.” His face dropped. He’s taking some deep breaths, he’s trying to contemplate everything that’s happened in the last 5minutes.

You hesitated. You Hated every second of this.

“Dieter, I…”

“Go,” he said bluntly clearly done with you.

You hesitated a second longer, waiting but for what, you didn’t know. But Dieter didn’t stop you. So you turned, heart shattering, & walked away. Leaving Dieter alone in his gym room. You went to your boss & told them the situation. They didn’t fire you or accept your resignation. But you asked to go on extended leave which they granted. As you got to your car you got a message from another trainer.

“I don’t know where your at or what happened, but Dieter Bravo is pushing your sled up & down the room like it’s not heavy, he’s done it 5 times” you sit in the drivers seat & cry. Your Dieter, even when you’re not there & you know you won’t be seeing him again, & who you will no longer be instructing, did it. The jungle cat completed his mission. He proved he could do it. You wait to stop crying before you put the car into drive & head back home, despite every part of your screaming at you saying “text him because your proud of him” but you ignore all the signs.

Dieter Bravo did not get rejected. He was hot, rich, & famous. That’s what he kept telling himself as he pushed that sled up & down. When he did his fifth rotation he was over the moon, but there was no you to be there to hug him. To say it all paid off, to be proud of him. He took the selfie but the smile was fake. He hoped you would see it on Instagram at some point but you never liked or commented on the photo even though he tagged you & the gym in it.

Dieter was down in the dumps & couldn’t get his head straight. Which is why, two weeks later, when his pilot taping started, he was in the worst mood of his entire life. He shouldn’t care that you left. Shouldn’t care that the gym felt empty without you, that his workouts sucked now, that he kept checking his phone for texts that weren’t coming.

He was fine. Completely fine.(He was not fine.) & now he had to do this stupid show, in front of a live audience, try to pretend he wasn’t a little bit heartbroken. Put that Dieter Bravo charm on that the word adored. The charm that you found tedious, that then got another rise out of him. No matter who his agent had brought in to be the profession, it wasn’t going to be you.

You couldn’t avoid it. Billboards were all over town with Dieter in an over the top gym outfit advertising his show. They wanted people in the audience for the pilot. Professional from the world of fitness to see how it was going, were asked to come. You weren’t supposed to be here. You’d walked away. Made a clean break.But you also wanted to make sure he was okay, you wanted to be proud of him.

So you went to the pilot. But then you saw him. Saw him failing spectacularly on stage. It was a disaster. The cameras were rolling, the audience was watching, Dieter, Hollywood’s most shameless, over-the-top narcissist, your jungle cat was crashing & burning. He was rambling. Stalling. Making jokes that weren’t landing. & then he just… stopped. For one awful second, he stood there, completely lost. Thats when you knew. You knew that, for all his bravado, he needed you. He needed the spark, & the fire be it from genuine banta or punishment for being a drama queen. He was a man broken.

You Slipped past security, ducked backstage, & found him pacing like a man on the verge of losing it. This jungle cat was no longer pouncing & was wounded.

“Dieter.”

He whirled around in a heavy daze. when he saw you, when he realized you were actually there, his whole body froze.

“You came,” he breathed. “you actually came” his lip trembles. He’s trying to be calm but he just wants to embrace you.

You swallowed. “You looked like you needed help.” Time to admit that you were wrong. He let out a weak laugh, rubbing his face.

“That bad, huh?”You hesitated. Then, because you were already screwed, you stepped closer & murmured,

“Do you want me to stay?” Dieter lifted his head, eyes locking onto yours. The smirk & the dazel oozed back into him slowly, he grinned, stepped right into your space, & whispered,

“Only if you marry me.”

You groaned. You rolled your eyes & then pulled him in for a kiss. His breath was warm against your skin as he went to kiss your neck. He dragged you to his changing room. you should have stopped this But you instigated this. This was your choice to give into the sexiest man in Hollywood. You’d opened the door for pleasure to him & he then made sure his changing room door was locked.

Dieter groaned, like he’d been waiting forever for this, like he hadn’t spent the last couple of weeks spiralling over you. His hands were everywhere, gripping your waist, sliding up your back, holding you so close it hurt. The kiss was desperate, all tongue, all teeth, all frustration & relief & pent-up insanity. You were hungry as well for this. Your feelings & emotions all now on show & when you bit his lip, Dieter purred & swore.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he rasped, dragging his mouth down your jaw, nipping, sucking, ruining you.You gasped, tilting your head back, letting him. Letting him take. Letting him have you.

“Say it,” he murmured, hands slipping under your shirt, skimming hot over bare skin. “Say you missed me.”You refused. So Dieter pinned you against the wall. Pressed a thigh between your legs. Made you feel him. How’s that even gonna fit you think as you moan, feeling his erection push against you.You whined & He grinned. he kissed you harder, deeper, filthier, like he wanted to ruin you for anyone else. Like he already knew he had. You were going to let him.

Dieter felt everything. Your body pressed against his. The way your nails dug into his shoulders. The way you gasped into his mouth when he rolled his hips just right. He was already addicted.

“You wanna keep pretending?” he rasped, dragging his lips down your throat. “Wanna act like you don’t want this?” You whimpered. Dieter, smug bastard that he was, grinned against your skin. “i could ruin you,” he murmured, hands wandering lower. “Right here. Right now.”Your breath hitched, & just to destroy what little resolve you had left, Dieter sucked a bruise onto the sensitive spot beneath your ear. You melted. No longer even pretending to be off with him.

“Fuck,” you whispered. His fingers dug into your hips.

“Yeah?” he taunted. “You like that, coach ?” You didn’t answer. Didn’t have the oxygen to. Because he did it again. Harder. Hungrier. Dieter was losing it.

Before you knew it Your breathless, pressing into him like you were about to make the biggest mistake of your life & frankly, he was willing to let you.

“But first, clothes.” He chuckles

Or rather, the removal of them. You mind thinks.

His hands slipped under your dress, skimming hot over your stomach before gripping the hem & peeling it off. His hands almost claws thrashing at it.

The sound you made? The little moan you do… it Ruined him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, staring. “You’re gonna kill me.” & then he was back on you. Mouth trailing lower. Hands gripping your waist. Thumbs teasing just beneath the waistband of your leggings. He could feel you trembling.

“You’re shaking,” he teased, voice dark, teasing. “You nervous, sweetheart?”

You exhaled sharply.

“Shut up Dieter” it’s breathy.He grinned & then he took his time.Hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings & dragged them down, slowly & delicately with his large hands.Savouring . Exploring.

By the time they hit the floor, you were wrecked. Dieter was looking at you like he was about to skip the warm-up & go straight to the main event.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Look at you.”

Your hands shot out, desperate now, reaching for the hem of his fitted gym shirt.

“Off,” you muttered. “Now.”Dieter laughed, letting you pull it over his head. fuck he was looking fine, he was well built now youd had your sessions with him .So solid beneath your palms.You ran your hands down his chest, across his stomach, feeling every inch of him.

You gulped & then. finally, your fingers dipped to the waistband of his joggers.Dieter’s breath hitched.He smirked. He knew what was coming. He knew you’d be begging for it his eyes as frenzy as he tussled his hair

“You watching?” He asked seductively.

you nodded, silent, transfixed, dying for it…He slid the joggers down…

Nice & slow…

Letting you see everything.

He’s commando & semi hard, you lick your lips & your delicate hand goes straight for his long shaft. Ecstasy leaves his mouth. Just your touch on his chest had sent his mind into a whirlwind. But now your stroking his penis so leisurely, like it was meant to happen, had him experience a release that had been building for months.

“Fuck coach” he groans “you give all your clients hand jobs?” You tut.

“Shut it Dieter or I won’t let you fuck me” his eyes snap open wide.

“Naughty girl with a dirty mouth” the way he licks his lips as he says this, his hips already wanting to buckle.

“Bet you’d like that” you reply before kissing the crook of his neck. He judders. So alive, so for-filled. But then he snaps out of it & takes your hand.

“We’re a team coach” he whines. His large hands Then attend to removing your bra. Undoing the clip in one go, you let it fall from you. Your nipples erect in the cold changing room instantly.”oooh baby come to papi” he says before his lips locks around your left nipple. His hand inside your panties. You whine feeling his pleasure. You knew those fingers would be trained well as they assault your clit. Of course he knew how to pleasure. He’s the man everyone dreams of enjoying, especially after that sex tape.

“Fuck Dieter” you can’t control your moans. It’s a passion filled assault & you want more. You push Dieter back & his legs hit against a bench. One similar to the one in your work out room where you have been training him. He smirks.

“The number of times I’ve gone home after each session of our banta & teasing & imagined you sitting in my lap bouncing on my penis & not one of those aerobic balls, let’s just say I’ve cracked a few out”

“Dieter!” You pretend to sound shocked but this is Dieter his reputation proceeds him. Now your looking at him naked & aroused you can imagine him, crying your name as he jerks off in the shower, soapy water & cum dripping down the drain.He probably would also think that about his Mail man. You put your hands on his shoulders pushing him so he sits on the bench.

“Tell me Dieter in your fantasy, am I wearing panties, or are we both natural?”

“NAKED!” He screeches. You then stand in front of him & slowly roll your black lace panties all the way down, “slower baby I want to see every single inch.” He’s being demanding but you don’t think you can go slower. Eventually you stand in front of him exposed. “This is my fantasy right?”

“I think you’ve earnt it” you say & part your legs. The feel of his index finger collecting your arousal, makes you grab onto his shoulder. A simple brush across your sex have your quaking & almost begging. “Oooh fuck”

“Fucking delicious”he then slowly sucks off your slick from his index finger & then he lies on the bench. Those large hands you’ve been dreaming of touching you for a while no matter how much you denied your crush on him, now look small as they attend to his erection.

“Standard or reverse?”

“Standard coach, I want to see the look in your eyes as you cum cos you’ve never been as satisfied as this” you straddle over him, your hand joining his stroking it. It’s sticky from Precum. You slowly guide the tip in & gasp.

“Ooh fuck”

“Okay darling?” It’s genuine concern, you’ve not had sex in a while & never anyone this girthy. Your trying not to moan to much already you like being vocal when you have sex. The pinch is going to be worth it.

“Give me a minute Diets” you’ve never called him Diets his eyes light up.

“I gotcha baby, let me coach you through it” you raise an eye brow at him before sinking lower. Each centimetre feeling exquisite, you slowly take him all in. You bottom out.

“Oooh fuck, oooh my fucking god” he looks at you proudly, he can feel you squeezing him already.

“Oooh fuck, what a tight little cunt” HE snarls & then his hips buckle his first strong thrust. Your toes curl.

“Fuck”

“Ooh fuck baby, why didn’t you tell me you had the tightest cunt, you need better sex” another thrust. Your eyes close. “I’m gonna give it to you for as long as you can take it”Your hips start to gyrate & soon your grinding around him slow but then hard once your rhythms match. Fuck seems to be the only word in your vocabulary other than moans. Sweat is the only thing you tastes as you bounce, each time taking him all the way. Each time your on edge. Your hand strumming as he holds you in place. Dieter is a sex pest as perceived by the rest of the world, & he is getting pleasure from this no doubt about it, but this is all about you. Watching your face as it makes the most adorable scrunches, seeing your eyes ignite each time he edges you close. Arching your whole body dripping with sweat covering him, your hair sticking to you. But he is most impressed with your sex. He’s always liked to look intently but there’s something so hypnotic about the way you’re rolling your self & grinding around him, how he can feel like he can thrust any further inside you.

“Look at you coach” he moans his fingers white digging into your flesh trying to delay his orgasm do you cum first. “All our hard work & tension has built up to this”

“Yesss oooh fuck Yesss” your on edge it’s about to happen.

“Come on baby” he thrusts & rolls harder, almost at a lightning speed he know this should set you off. “I know you want to baby, give in let go, live your dream”

“Fuck Dieter….!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!” You didn’t need a motivational pep talk to make you cum, it was gonna happen but as you screamed his name you experienced the most intense orgasm of your life. It felt like your body was contracting all into one little box & then exploding across the room like confetti at a gender reveal for one of those tiktok couples. You didn’t care as you moaned all the way through it. “Fuck yes yes yes yes yes oooh fuck” Dieter joined you moments later, after he put his last few frantic thrusts in. You’d not used a condom. He filled you up, good & proper, as you slumped over him as he panted. Those large hands rubbing your back soothingly. The room fell silent, probably the longest you’ve kept Dieter quiet since you met him. Just hot sticky sex & breath filled the air. Both spent, both throughly worked out. Your naked body melting into one

“Next time” he eventually breaks the silence “we do that & not the sled”

“Dieter” you sit up & playfully hit him.

“What” he says looking smug, the smug grin you’ve grown to worship. “We burnt more calories there then pushing that bastard thing up & down” he then sits up & removes a stray hair from your face. You blush, this will never just be you as a coach & Dieter as a trainee again.

“So now what?” You ask. He gently put his thumb on your chin & looks you deeply in the eye. Those brown eyes still as handsome as ever.

“Well you never answered my question”

“Ask me tomorrow?”…

2 & a half years later

The gym looked exactly the same. Same equipment. Same smell of sweat & same bench. You’re still the personal trainer desperately trying to keep your biggest headache from breaking himself. Still being a drama queen from time to time, still occasionally turning up late, still being a menace & far too flirty for his own good.

The only difference? You were sitting on the floor with your daughter. Your tiny, curly-haired, dimpled, annoyingly perfect daughter, who was currently watching her father push a sled across the gym like it owed him money.

Dieter was grunting, cursing under his breath, sweating through his stupid expensive workout gear. You laugh each time he swore so she couldn’t hear it. But traditions stated that if he came to work out with you even after all this time that he still pushed the sled.

& yet despite the pain in his now older body, when he looked over & saw you both watching, he smiled. His little world all together cheering him on.

“You impressed, sweetheart?” he panted, shoving the sled forward again. You rolled your eyes. It’s corney but it’s typically Dieter.

“Not even a little.”

But your daughter? She clapped her tiny hands.

“Yay, Daddy!” Dieter’s entire face lit up. It did this every time she was happy.

“Oh, hell yeah,” he gasped, pushing harder now, fueled entirely by his toddlers encouragement. Up & down he went,Five times. when he “finally finished the torturous monstrosity” as he still called it, sweaty, winded, hands on his knees, pretending he wasn’t seconds from collapsing, like he used to back in the day, He did a little dance. Those hips still have what it takes as he rolled them suggestively. You covered Your daughter eyes but didn’t stop her as she giggled & clapped again. He can use that move on you tonight, you like it when his hips grind against you. You like it even more when he hits the spot every time. since you’ve been a couple the only days you’ve not had sex were at the end of your pregnancy & beginning of motherhood. Turns out you are both addicted to each others bodies, intoxicated by desire & a lust that couldn’t be quenched.

“Daddy so strong!” She said. Dieter grinned, coming over to you both & scooping her up despite being an exhausted mess. Winking at you in the process. You blushed, almost as red in the face as he was from his work out.

“Damn right I am,” he panted, pressing loud, smacking kisses all over her chubby cheeks. She squealed, giggling uncontrollably.You watched them. Dieter is the best dad in the world, he will do anything for her & for you. You sit there proudly as he spins around with here & she laughs. that’s when Dieter’s eyes flickered to your hand.

To the ring on your finger. The one you still hadn’t let him upgrade to a wedding band. His smirk returned.

“You gonna marry me yet?” he asked, cheek pressed against your daughter’s curls.

You exhaled.

“Ask me tomorrow.” Dieter groaned but he was used to that response now . Your daughter, meanwhile, clapped again, no clue what was going on, just enjoying the chaos. Clearly a Bravo. He kissed her cheek again, grinning.

“She’s gonna say yes eventually, kid,” he muttered. “She’s just making me suffer first.”

You snorted. Dieter winked. Somethings between you will never change. & when your daughter clapped for him one more time, Dieter melted completely.Yeah. He could suffer a little longer.

This happened each time Dieter came to the gym, it was your new normal & you wouldn’t have it any other way.

One afternoon a few weeks later after an Intense session (& leaving your girl with someone else so you could both get intimate in the showers, as you were both really in the mood plus your were ovulating after telling Dieter you wanted another baby) your family leaves the gym, clean showered & refreshed. Your daughter was half-asleep in his arms, cheek smushed against his shoulder, her tiny fists still curled around the collar of his shirt.

You were about to do something insane. Something you had wanted to do & say for a long time.

Dieter hadn’t asked again. Hadn’t pushed for an answer again.Not since the last time you said ask me tomorrow. He liked the game & deep down he knew he didn’t need you to be his wife to be the love of his life. But as you watched him, this ridiculous, chaotic, impossible man, the father of your child, the absolute love of your life,You knew. You just knew. He had always been the one no matter how mellow dramatic, non serious, bat shit insane he was. He was your person.

So, before you could overthink it, you stopped walking. Took a breath & then, you dropped to one knee.

Dieter froze.

“…Babe?” He said shocked. You looked up at him, heart pounding, racing, threatening to explode. & then, voice stronger than you expected, you said,

“Are you free right now?”

Dieter’s mouth parted. His eyes widened. For the first time in his entire life, Dieter Bravo was speechless.

“You… you’re serious?” he choked out. You nodded.

“I know I’ve made you wait,” you murmured, swallowing hard. “& I know you would’ve waited forever if I asked you to.” Dieter’s throat bobbed.”But I don’t want to wait anymore,” you whispered. “I know you’re the one. & I want to marry you… right now.”

Dieter let out a breathless laugh.Then without a second of hesitation, He crouched down. Still holding your Daughter. His large magnificent Hand cradling your face. he then kissed you. Deep. Messy. Full of every ounce of love he had for you. When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, he whispered,

“Sweetheart, I’ve been free since the day I met you.”

Your heart fucking cracked. You both felt this bolt of love blossom between you like it had always been there, you were laughing, crying, kissing him again.

Somewhere between all of it, your daughter stirred, blinking sleepily.

“Mummy Daddy?” she mumbled. “What happenin’?” Dieter grinned, scooping her up between you both.

“Mommy just decided to finally marry Daddy,” he whispered dramatically. Your daughter gasped. Then she clapped. Dieter & you couldn’t hold it in & laughed. “See? Even she knows I deserve this.”

You rolled your eyes. Typical Dieter always getting the last word. But when Dieter kissed you again, soft, sweet, so ridiculously in love, You knew you’d never regret this. Because, finally, finally, you were right where you were meant to be.

With him.

& her.

Your family

Forever.

[sifu-kisu]

Parts of a Chinese Sword: The Jian and Dao Anatomy

Chinese swords are very beautiful and dangerous weapons that have played an important role in Chinese history and culture for thousands of years. Their intricate design and construction are a testament to centuries of Chinese swordmaking tradition.

One must be familiar with the complex workings of Chinese swords to fully appreciate their lethality and beauty and use them more effectively in Wushu or Kung Fu Chinese martial arts. In this article, we’ll introduce you to the various components of the Dao or Jian, the traditional Chinese swords, and their use.

Parts of the Jian / Straigh Double Edge

The Parts of a Jian Sword – Credits: Mandarin Mansion Antiques

The Jian is a type of ancient Chinese straight, double-edged sword that has been valued for over a thousand years. Its blade is long and narrow, while the handle is straight and slim. Soldiers, martial artists, and academics employed the sword in ancient China and surrounding regions. Together with the staff, spear, and Dao swords, it is one of the four key weapons in Chinese martial arts.

1. Jiantan – Pommel

The Chinese word for the pommel of a Jian sword is Jiantan, and it is there that the sword begins. It’s a metal weight at the end of the handle, and its purpose is to balance the blade so the user can have a firm hold. First only available in ring pommels, Jian pommels eventually evolved into more complex designs like the metal cap, ball, or teardrop shapes and the common disk pommel known today.

2. Jian Sui – Tassel

A Jian sword’s tassel is a decorative accessory that can be fastened to the pommel or scabbard. The Chinese sword tassel is often constructed from silk. This sheath beautifies the Jian and adds a few features that may or may not improve the sword’s effectiveness in battle.

3. Jianba – Handle

The different possible edge features on the Jian sword – Credits: Sword Buyers Guide

The Jianba is the sword’s handle, and it is always straight and slim, measuring somewhere between 6 and 10 inches (15 and 25 cm) in length. For ceremonial and combat purposes, it may be crafted from various materials, including bone, wood, horn, and even jade. The majority of Jianbas have a shorter handle designed for use with one hand, although there are also longer versions used with both.

4. Jian Ge – Guard

Traditional Jian sword guards are thin, tapered pieces of metal that can be angled in either direction relative to the blade and handle. In some cases, it can be round or square that goes between the blade and the handle. Its purpose is to shield the user’s hand from the oncoming blade and to stop the enemy’s weapon from sliding down the blade onto the hand. In some cases, it only serves as a beautiful ornamental piece.

5. Shaungxue – Hamon

A hamon is the visible line on the Jian sword that is sometimes on the blade but not always. It is a result of the differential hardening used throughout history to make the edges of the blade sharper by using clay. It is a feature most known today on the Japanese Katana.

6. Jianti – Blade

The blade of a Jian sword is narrow and long, normally measuring 23 to 31 inches (60 to 80 cm) but reaching as high as 47 inches (1.2 meters), and always tapers into a sharp blade tip. It is the only straight Chinese sword, one of just a few in the arsenal of Chinese swords, with no curving variant. The blade is forged from bronze, then iron, and finally, high-quality steel, and it is optimized for speed and accuracy when cutting.

7. Jian Ren – Edge

The straight Jian scabbard –

The sharp edges on both sides of the Jian’s blade are called Jian Ren. This Jian Ren has three sections and parts, mostly seen in the combat or martial arts type of Jian sword.

Top – razor sharp and used primarily for hacking, slashing, thrusting, but not blocking

Middle – semi-sharpened part of the blade but much thicker, which is used for slashing and blocking

Bottom – very thick, sturdy, and usually unsharpened for defensive or unorthodox offensive movements

8. Jian Jian – Blade Tip

The very point of the Jian sword is called Jian Jian. It is sharpened on both sides and made to be deadly when used for thrusting and piercing, but it can also be used for slashing.

9. Jianqiao – Scabbard

When not in use, a Jian sword is stored safely in its scabbard, called the Jianqiao. It’s usually crafted from wood and covered in luxurious materials like silk or leather. Metal fittings and tassels are two examples of possible embellishments for the scabbard.

Parts of the Dao Sword (Knife/ Saber)

The Parts of a Dao Sword – Credits: Mandarin Mansion Antiques

The Dao sword, often called the Chinese broadsword, is a renowned blade that has served Chinese warriors for millennia. Its defining feature is a single-edged blade, which can be straight or slightly curved and may be gripped in one or both hands thanks to the long, slim grip. The Dao sword has a long history of use in numerous Chinese martial arts traditions, but it was primarily a sword of the soldier thanks to its ease of use and simpler design.

1. Daoba Dingshu – Pommel

Usually, the Dao sword has a smaller metal cap of a pommel which can be ring type, as seen in the 20th-century use of the Dadao. However, the most common type is a round or wider disc shape. It serves as a back support to the user’s hand as well as a possible blunt attack tool.

2. Lanyard and Tassel

Like the Jian has the traditional Chinese tassel, so does the Dao. But most of the time, the Dao swords have a lanyard, which is meant to have a better grip on the sword and make this curved blade more effective in mounted attacks.

3. Daoba – Handle

The handle of the Dao, which can be as small as a person’s hand or the size of the blade itself, is called the Daoba. Its most common length is 8 to 13 inches (20 to 35 cm), and it can be used with one or two hands for powerful slashing attacks.

4. Daoba Shu – Ferrule

The small metal piece just under and between the guard and the handle is called the Daoba Shu. These are often circular metal rings made for extra joining and fastening of the handle and sealing and reinforcing the wrapping material.

5. Dao Hushou – Guard

The metal piece that protects the user’s hand between the blade and the handle is the Dao Hushou. The most common type of guard seen on a Dao sword is round or disc-shaped. It offers protection to the user’s hand but is fairly limited. It makes for an excellent marching or cavalry type of guard. However, It is also featured in the parts of a Katana known as tsuba.

6. Dao Cao – Groove

The early types of Dao Ren on the straight Dao swords, which curved with time – Credits: The Scholar General

The Dao Cao translates to saber groove and can be found in almost all types of Chinese Dao. They are sometimes referred to as blood grooves, but their real purpose is to lessen the weight of the blade so that it can increase the saber’s handling and speed. In addition, they make eye-pleasing aesthetics.

7. Dao Ren – Blade (Edge)

The sharpened side of the Dao swords, which makes them single-edged, is called the Dao Ren, which sets it apart from the Jian. This edge makes for an effective slashing tool that benefited from the curve added onto the later Dao types of swords. Thanks to the Dao Ren, these blades were easier to master and cheaper to produce, but still very effective in combat and became the main type of military sword for Chinese soldiers.

8. Dao Bei – Spine

The sturdy part of the Dao sword, which can hold off the flexibility of the edge, is called Dao Bei. This isn’t a sharpened part and can be either straight or curved based on the type of sword and can be used for defensive purposes too. Sometimes the blade can be made broader and wider, and there are instances of a spike on some Dao Beis.

9. Blade Rings

There are some cases of Chinese swords with rings placed on the Dao Bei or the blade’s spine. They are mostly for entertainment and ornamental reasons, but some say they are also beneficial in combat.

10. Tunkou – Blade Collar

An unsharpened piece of metal, usually on top of the guard of Dao swords, is called a Tunkou, which is a blade collar. This is placed for decorative purposes, mostly with traditional Chinese elements, but it also holds the blade tightly inside the scabbard, keeping it safe from the elements. 

11. Dao Feng – Blade Tip

The very end of the blade is called the Dao Feng, the blade’s sharpened tip. There are cases where only one side is sharpened, but on some Dao swords, the tip is double-edged, making it ideal for both slashing and thrusting.

12. Daoqiao – Scabbard

The P-shape curved scabbard of the Dao sword – Credits: Mandarin Mansion Antiques

The Daoqiao, or the scabbard for the Dao blade, has the same features and materials as the Jian, except that it is curved.  It protects the blade from outside elements and is a nice resting piece for carrying the Dao around.

13. Dao Shu Liang – Scabbard Suspension

The Dao Shu Liang is how the scabbard is different from the Jian. This tradition came from Persian influence on the west during the Tang Dynasty and is basically two ropes swinging from the blade that hold the swords in a horizontal fashion

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Fish of the Day

Today's fish of the day is the leopard coral grouper!

The leopard coral grouper, also known as strawberry trout and common coral trout despite not being a trout, scientific name Plectropomus leopardus is a well known marine reef fish! The most widespread fish along the barrier reef, found both from inshore to outer reefs.  Found in the Western Pacific ocean stretching from Southern Japan down as far south as Sydney Australia, and a range from as far West as Thailand, and as far East as the Soloman islands. These fish live along coral reefs from depths of 3-100 meters, often living in pairs or small schools along the floor of the reef. These fish can be identified from the other common reef "trout" (these fish are actually groupers) of Australia by the small dark ringed blue circular markings, and the blue ring around the eyes, with an exhibited red, green, pink, or brown coloring depending on population.

The diet of the coral grouper is made up entirely of other animals. Throughout the majority of their lifecycle, as they are mature adults, they will spend their time on other coral fish, most commonly damselfish species. Although it is very common for larger adults to cannibalize their own species and eat younger coral groupers, including their own children. These fish only feed once every 2-3 days and can hold off starvation for days to weeks at a time if hunting is unsuccessful. Hunting is done by hiding and ambushing prey from below, these fish will camouflage among the corals at the bottom of the reef, waiting for prey to swim over it for a matter of hours at a time.This camouflage is done by quick color changing on the part of the fish, with an ability to change colors in a matter of minutes to plain color or molted patterns. Other times in hunting these fish won't require camouflage at all, instead prowling schools of prey. During this time they will appear as though they are moving slowly toward the prey from an angle, and then quickly change direction of lunge once closer. This diet can allow them to get to sizes as large as 47 inches in length, but most are only 10-15 inches. Too large for most coral and carpet sharks in similar geographic range to predate on them, but some larger sharks still feed on mature adult coral groupers.

These fish, like many other groupers are protogynous hermaphrodites, these fish begin life as female and will trigger sex change later in life, although currently our understanding of what triggers it is unknown. It is believed to be related to the ratio of male to female fish on the current reef, this change occurs anywhere between the fish reaching a size of 9 inches to 24 inches, and will remain as male for the remainder of their lives. This change does not happen to all female fish that get that large, but it is more common for large coral groupers to transition and for smaller fish to remain female. Once a fish has transitioned to male (a process that can take anywhere from 2 weeks to 2 months) these fish become incredibly territorial,

Between September and December, when it is late spring and summer in the southern areas this fish calls home, the coral grouper is spawning in the North barrier reef, whereas those in more Southern areas, spawn in October to February. The coral groupers in this area will form dense groups at steep slopes of the reef, spawning at a peak of the new moon and at dusk when the light is low and predators are less active to prey on released eggs. These tight groups of fish are formed as a male chooses an area to defend and entice females into his territory with a courtship ritual. This ritual is made up of a male repeatedly darkening and displaying their fins darkened edges, which they change the color of quickly. If a female accepts they will swim in circles toward the surface releasing sperm and eggs before splitting ways. These fertilized eggs will be released into the water stream and larvae will develop in the nearby reefs, becoming fully formed and hunting fry at an age of only 5 weeks. After this, maturity is based on size rather than age itself, and they'll live a long and full 16 years on average unless predated on.

That's the leopard coral grouper, everybody! Hope you have a wonderful day!

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Last year, Kasai Jun was interviewed as part of the interview project DEATH, which interviews various people about death in order to find a better understanding of how to live and appreciate life.

I thought it was a fascinating interview, so I decided to translate it.

Please go visit the original interview - the photography accompanying it is absolutely gorgeous.

Also, please don't repost this whole translation elsewhere. If you want to quote an excerpt of my translation for something, please make sure to also credit the original team behind this interview and link back to the original interview.

Deathmatch Fighter Kasai Jun - 4/27/2022

“It’s not a deathmatch until you return home alive” The reason this 47 year old Charisma Wrestler continues to shed blood in the ring

Within pro wrestling, there is a genre called “deathmatch.”

An extreme set of rules that allows deadly weapons and has no disqualifications. Brawls with fluorescent light tubes, and dives onto barbed wire boards. Without hesitation, wrestlers stab their opponents in the head with fistfuls of bamboo skewers. When wound-covered bodies violently collide, shards of glass and sprays of blood shower the ringside seats.

Upon first seeing it, surely everyone thinks “Why are these people hurting each other like this?” “What the hell am I looking at?”

This is the world of the man known as “Charisma,” professional Wrestler Kasai Jun of the independent promotion Pro Wrestling Freedoms.

In November of 2009, he had a “razorblade board plus alpha deathmatch” against Ito Ryuji in Tokyo’s Korakuen Hall. Kasai, 35 years old at the time, dove from the second floor balcony, a fall of 6 meters, onto a table, aiming for his opponent Ito.

Afterwards they continued to fight with various weapons, in a match that concluded 15 seconds before the 30 minute time limit. That year, this match was awarded the Best Bout award. And Kasai, the winner of that match, became a living legend overnight.

12 years have passed since then. Kasai is now 47 years old, and he continues to rule over the world of deathmatch wrestling. Under the weight of many literal life-or-death battles, Kasai’s body no longer moves the way it did when he was young. Even so, why does he continue to set foot in such a dangerous place?

We asked “Charisma of Deathmatch” - a man who makes the crowd go mad in the space between life and death - about his views on death and on life.

Desiring to truly feel alive

- Normally, people try to avoid pain and suffering. Kasai, why do you continue to shed blood in the ring?

Hahaha. From an outside perspective, you must really wonder “Why do you keep doing something so painful” huh? That’s a normal way to feel. But from the wrestler’s perspective, it’s completely different.

In your normal daily life, do you ever feel like “Ahh, it’s so glorious to be alive”? You’d almost never unconsciously blurt out something like that.

But in a life or death battle in a deathmatch ring, after you step down from that ring, that’s exactly what you feel. “Ahh, I’m alive. I’m so grateful to be alive.” Because of that, I can’t quit.

Mountain climbers and stuntmen probably feel like this too, don’t they. Stepping into a situation where their life could end, and returning home safely. I wonder if they’re searching for that feeling of being “truly alive.”

This feeling is passed on to the audience too. Fans often tell me “Watching Kasai Jun’s deathmatch gives me the strength to continue forward.”

They say things like, “I’m being bullied at school so I wasn’t going to go any more, but now I feel like I can keep going.” Or, “It’s exhausting to keep going to work, but after seeing Kasai persevere while shedding blood in the ring, I can persevere and keep going to work.”

Recently I can’t do this much because of covid, but in the past when I’d sell merch, fans would often say things like this to me.

Because of this, it seems to me that deathmatch wrestling is simultaneously a way for wrestlers to feel truly alive, and a way for those who watch it to feel more positively about living.

- Because of the sensational way “death” is shown in the ring?

Probably, yeah. Because it looks like we’re doing something really painful.

But don’t get me wrong. We aren’t in a particular hurry to die. And we aren’t wasting our lives either. What I always say is, “It’s not a deathmatch until you return alive.”

[Note from me - this phrase (生きて帰るまでがデスマッチ) is a play on a well-known Japanese phrase 家に帰るまでが遠足 “The field trip isn’t over until we return home.” This started as something a teacher would say to students in their care, and Kasai has altered it into his motto towards both himself and other deathmatch wrestlers.]

- It’s not a deathmatch until you return alive.

If you get in a ring where you might die or get seriously injured, and you do die, or you do get seriously injured, you’re no different than a rank amateur, right? But a guy who dives into a deadly dangerous situation and returns from that ring unharmed, he’s the absolute greatest and the absolute coolest.

Like a stuntman, right? If he returns home alive, people say “amazing,” but if he dies, he’s no longer a pro.

At 35 years old, his view on life did a complete 180 during a match

But, when I was young, I thought about it completely differently. I never thought “I’m grateful to be alive.” In the ring, I did dangerous stuff and defeated my opponents. I just thought of it as my job.

The more dangerous stuff I did, the more people said “Kasai is amazing!” That felt really great. Every time I stepped into the right I thought, if something goes wrong and I die I guess that’s how it goes. I thought “Deathmatches should be a memento mori.”

- What caused such a big change in your values?

That match against Ito Ryuji in Korakuen, in 2009. It changed my mental state by 180 degrees.

The truth is, I went into that match thinking “This is my last match before I retire.” Because it was my last match, I would do everything I wanted to do. Win or lose, I went into the ring thinking “I’ll retire.”

But during the match, my feelings completely changed. I thought “If I quit like this, I’ll be half-dead.” There’s nothing else I want to do, and I’ve never felt joy like this anywhere else. It was just too much fun.

So, after the match ended with 15 seconds remaining, I announced my decision to continue wrestling. “I was thinking of retiring but, I’m gonna keep going.” That’s what changed.

- Since your values have changed so significantly from when you thought it’d be good to die in the ring, what’s your “ideal death” now?

Spending the day with my family as I always do, watching tv with an after-dinner drink as I always do, getting comfy in my futon as I always do, and passing away. That’s the best death, isn’t it.

I’ve said it before but, people who say “It’s my ambition to die in the ring” are just trying to look cool. For a pro, it all comes down to returning home alive. And so, I believe that when the life of Kasai Jun the human being comes to an end, Kasai Jun the wrestler will die as well. I want to be a pro wrestler until I die. That’s how I feel now.

When I was young, I thought the best time for a wrestler to retire was when he could still move, when people would say “It’s a shame, because there’s still more he can do.” But if that’s true, I’ve already missed my best time to retire.

Since I’ve come this far, maybe it’s better to keep doing this until my death. Since around the time I turned 40, I started thinking this way.

Gaining years = leveling up. I’ll reach my peak just before death.

- Since you’ve been doing this for so long, it’s inevitable that your body has become weaker. Kasai, how have you dealt with aging?

The word “elderly” is a concept created by human beings, isn’t it? Since that’s the case, I believe it’s something we can absolutely overcome. I don’t think increasing in age is the same as becoming elderly.

Look, it’s true that my physical stamina has decreased and my muscles have gotten weaker than they were when I was younger. But my will and my spirit have continued to grow. Instead of just breaking even, I think I’ve leveled up. 47 years old is level 47. I now see growing older as a positive, like leveling up every year.

Because of that, my peak has yet to come. I’ll reach my peak just before I die. I’ll be at my strongest just before my death. That’s the ideal I envision for myself.

There was a time when I felt insecure about my age. When I hit my mid 30s, I hated that my body was becoming weaker.

But then, while drinking at home and watching a documentary on TV about (rock musician) Yazawa Eikichi, I realized something. “If you think about it, uncool young people are uncool, and cool guys are cool even if they’re old.” Since then, my way of thinking changed. I started calling getting older “leveling up” at around that time.

[Note from me: Suzuki Minoru also refers to getting one year older as “leveling up” in the exact same way. They are friends, so I assume Suzuki got it from Kasai.]

- I'm surprised that a pro athlete who uses his body as a weapon would think of aging in that way.

Pro wrestling and deathmatch are unique among sports. Unlike say, track and field, or swimming, it isn’t a competition where every second counts. I can’t move the way I could when I was young any more, but through my facial expressions, pauses during matches, and so on, I have many ways to express myself.

A guy can be handsome, macho, with great muscles, and completely suck as a wrestler. In contrast, a guy like me who’s ugly, short, and middle-aged, can get support from the fans. It’s a completely different genre, and that’s what makes pro wrestling so interesting.

- What about your emotional struggles? In your documentary film you said you were having some difficulty maintaining your motivation, which you described as “Deathmatch Erectile Dysfunction”

Yeah, well, that can definitely be a problem. When you’re young, you’ve just got piles of hopes and dreams and things you want to do. But as the years go on, and as you accomplish those things, you can kind of get lost.

What’s helped me increase my motivation has been the existence of people who make me think “I absolutely don’t wanna lose to this guy” or “I don’t want this guy to take all the best stuff for himself” In my case, for example, that’s been (fellow PW Freedoms deathmatch wrestler) Takeda Masashi. Or, although he’s from another organization, New Japan Pro Wrestling’s El Desperado.

That’s why for the past 3 or 4 years, I’ve been asking people to “stimulate me.” I want intimidating people to keep approaching me. Well, on the other hand, if they take the most delicious part for themselves, that’s a problem.

A fear of death led to a “selfish life”

- Incidentally, perhaps it’s too late at this point, but do you worry about being injured or dying?

I said it already but, “It’s not a deathmatch until you return alive.” Since I’m a pro, I have the skills required to do this without death or injury. 

But, it’d be a lie to say “I’m not afraid.” Even now, for several days before a match I get so stressed that I can’t sleep. Despite how I look, I get plenty scared. Much of my life has been driven by a strong fear of death.

- How do you mean?

It sounds silly, but when I was in grade school I believed in “The Prophecies of Nostradamus.” Have you ever heard of it? “In the year 1999, all of humanity will be destroyed.” Every night I shook with fear in my futon, thinking that my life would end at the age of 24.

Propelled by that fear, I concluded, “If the earth is gonna get destroyed anyway, I should quit studying. Instead I should use the rest of my remaining lifetime to do stuff that I like.” I completely quit studying, and instead spent all my time watching pro wrestling, which I loved.

Conversely, my fear of death also led me to become a pro wrestler. After graduating high school, I got a job in Tokyo as a security guard, but I gave into temptation and visited brothels daily. One day I happened to be reading a magazine with an HIV checklist inside, and almost every item applied to me.

At that time, I still thought “AIDS = death” so I thought “Oh, this is AIDS.” “Oh, this is how I’ll die.”

Luckily, when I got tested the result was negative, but after preparing myself for death, I thought “I really should do what I want” and knocked on the door of Big Japan Pro Wrestling. My life has always been influenced in this way.

- I get the impression that many wrestlers die at an early age. Since then, your fear must have increased.

Nah, that’s not really true. I’m surprisingly practical about the deaths of others. I just accept it, like “That’s the kind of life you lived.” I suspect my fear of death isn’t a fear of death itself, but a fear of becoming nothing.

- A fear of becoming nothing.

I’m no (actor and spiritualist) Tanba Tetsuro, but if after you die, you go to the spirit world, and cross the Sanzu river, that’s not all that scary is it? I wouldn’t go so far as to say “it’s fine if I die” but there’s some kind of hope or meaning. But if “After death, you become complete nothingness” “After death you feel no joy or sadness” I think that’s really scary.

But these days, I don’t experience that fear of death as much as I used to. If after this interview a dump truck hits me and I die, I wouldn’t have any regrets. I could say I did what I wanted to do.

Pro wrestling is a business where you depend on your popularity with an audience, but I’ve never tried to flatter the audience to get sales or support, or thought about how to increase my popularity. Ultimately, Kasai Jun puts himself first. I’m my own number one.

To die without regrets is to win at life

- But, if someone wanted to imitate your way of life, I think most people would be profoundly afraid of not getting by financially, or of being rejected by society. Why do you think you remain stoic in the face of such fears?

What’s there worth imitating about me? If you’re selfish like me and you can change it, you should want to!

But, this is probably related to that “fear of becoming nothing” I mentioned earlier. Ever since I was little, I’ve thought stuff like “This whole world isn’t real” and “Maybe all of this is just a dream.”

Nothing in this world is certain. Since that’s the case, all you have are your own body and your own feelings. In short, I don’t believe in anything but myself, so I put myself first.

- So in order to “feel truly alive” you throw yourself into the painful world of deathmatch wrestling, which leads us back to where we started.

That’s right. I guess you could say that pain is the only thing I believe.

But when I was young, I did understand the fear of not making enough money to survive. When I was around 30 and my son had just been born, I was seized by that fear.

Really, I was broke, and I couldn’t even pay into the National Pension Fund like I was supposed to, so I went to the ward office and said “I do intend to pay, so please wait a little.” I thought to myself, “Living is so expensive and so difficult.”

- A deathmatch fighter scary enough to quiet a crying child, with such an everyday problem.

Three years after my debut, when I was around 27, I was badly injured. I quit Big Japan, and after a year’s absence, I transferred to a different group called Zero-One.

Zero-One was founded by ex-New Japan Pro Wrestler Hashimoto Shinya, and the pay was good compared to Big Japan, and they held a lot of shows, so I could wrestle frequently. The environment there was very pleasant.

But, due to the policy of the organization, I couldn’t do the deathmatches that I love. During that time as a “salaryman wrestler,” I survived, but I think deathmatch fighter Kasai Jun, pro wrestler Kasai Jun, was completely dead.

“I really should do the pro wrestling I want to do,” I thought, and I quit Zero-One, and persisted with the pro wrestling that I love. Maybe that’s why I feel like I can now “die without regrets.”

Ultimately, if you live your own life as you wish, and think “I have no regrets” when you die, you win. Maybe people today have lost sight of the essence of what it means to live. It’s fine to work hard at your job, but if you’re spending every day miserably, is that kind of life really okay with you?

I’d rather live for 20 years and laugh every day than live for 100 years and never smile. If you’ve lived for 100 years and never laughed, that’s the same as being dead, isn’t it?

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写真：本永創太 ~ Photographer: Motonaga Souta

執筆：鈴木陸夫 ~ Author: Suzuki Atsuo

編集：日向コイケ（Huuuu）~ Editor: Hinata Koike (Huuuu)

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The strawhats in Horror/Thriller movies

Since it's October and Halloween is around the corner, I just want to write something to get into the spirit.

Luffy:

If it was an haunted house type of movie and one of the doors close all of a sudden, his dumbass will investigate it.

If he was running from a slasher, good luck to the killer because Luffy will not go down without a fight.

He will also be the person trying to save their friends lives despite the odds.

Overall, I don’t see him dying at the end because he’s very lucky.

Zoro:

You know how in Scream, the iconic phone call where Ghostface is hiding in the house with the victim looking for them?

That’s not gonna happen with Zoro because his ass will get lost too.

Like imagine him being trapped in a haunted house and not being able to leave because he keeps getting lost. The demons just staring at him like “Wow. We don’t even have to do anything."

Like Luffy, Zoro is willing to fight and it’s over once he got his hands on a knife. Unless he’s up against a ghost.

If he dies, then it’s either because the villain was one step ahead of him or sacrificing himself to save his friends.

Nami:

She’s definitely “The last girl”

In a horrific situation like this because of bad luck on her part.

For example her car breaking down, being forced to go in a haunted house because of Luffy, etc.

She would struggle with the antagonist here and there but will reply on her brains to get out of the situation.

You know those moments where the “final girl” would come up with a plan and even fight the slasher? Yeah that’s Nami.

Overall, I think she will live.

Ussop:

*Door closes*

*Ussop moves out*

*credit rolls*

He's not playing around, if one thing were to go wrong, he’s running out of there.

If you watch “Night of the demons” then you remember Roger who was running away from the demons throughout the movie. That boy would not stop for nothing and escapes at the end.

That’s Ussop right there.

If somebody were to suggest going to a abandoned house, that man is the first to say “No.”

So Ussop will live with no problems.

Sanji:

If the slasher is a girl- RIP Sanji (1999-2024)

But other than that I think Sanji would be a reliable character in the cast, sensing something not right.

Though I think he will probably die like Zoro because the villain was one step ahead of him.

But before he died, Sanji figured out how to defeat the ghost/slasher which will help the other characters.

(His Mr.Prince side is showing)

Chopper:

He will live because he’s a child

Definitely the first one to sense something is off but will live in the end due to good luck

Robin:

I think she will star in a more psychlogical horror movie.

Either way, Robin will be the character to do all the detective work and never lets her guard down unless she gets too invested into her findings

She will live unless the movie plottwist was that she was already dead from the beggining.

Franky:

I think he will be in a horror comedy movies

I can see him being a supporting character and suprising the main cast by dectecting the ghost with his inventions.

He will hit the movie with funny one-liners and stuff.

Brook:

He would be in a broadway rather than movie.

I mean he already got the looks and the humor too.

I can see his songs being the most popular when the movie's soundtrack is released.

Jimbe:

Okay back to the serious stuff.

Jimbe would most likely be in those thirller movies that involves animals like Jaws, Orca, 47 meters deep, The meg, etc.

He would be the old man that knows how to take down the animals with his tactics.

50/50 chance that he will die but at least he took the animal down with him.

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A Writer's Odyssey (刺杀小说家) | Cmovie | Whump List

Genre: Action, Thriller, Mystery, Fantasy, Historical.

Synopsis: Desperate to find his missing daughter, a father agrees to help a mysterious woman assassinate a novelist. At the same time, the young hero in the book’s alternate universe has also put his revenge plan into motion, and his actions begin to affect the real world.

Length: 2 hours

Whump meter: ▲▲▲▲ Whumpy Things: Supernatural/fantasy whump, non-con body modifications, sensitive whumpee, giant whumper, hunted by the narrative.

✨ Both the fantasy world and the real world had an engaging story that connected very nicely! Very unique and surprisingly whumpy ✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Quite a bit of blood, human trafficking (briefly in the beginning). ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS will be found, proceed with caution⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Lu Kongwen portrayed by Dong Zi Jian

10:20 | (as book character) Chased through a forest, hit in the back with chains, falls to the ground, grunts, bleeding from the mouth, struggling to continue running, saved, pushed off cliff to save his life. Panting, whimpering, in shock, watching loved one die, whimpering, crying, angry.

16:16 | (as book character) Living armour engulfs him, in shock, trying to remove it, falls to the ground, in pain, unable to control his limbs, whimpering, armour pierces his skin and settles on him, whimpering, groaning, screaming.

35:15 | (as himself) Barely dodges being hit by a car, tumbles down the stairs, wincing.

41:05 | (as book character) Accidentally dragged into war, barely dodges an arrow shot at him, falls to the ground, in shock.

55:55 | (as book character) Scared, running for his life, chased. Falls on the ground from a rooftop, barely dodges a weapon thrown at him. Kicked in the chest, knocked back onto the ground, barely dodges a weapon thrown at him again, bleeding from the mouth, scared, struggling to get up, concern for ally.

01:01:05 | (as himself) Hit in the leg with a rock, falls to his knees, wincing in pain, labored breathing, hit in the shoulder with a rock, whimpering, calling out for help, panting, struggling to crawl to safety, hit in the back with a rock, groaning, hunched over in pain, whimpering, hit in the head with a rock, falls down a hill, unconscious on the ground, bleeding from the head, groaning weakly.

01:11:35 | (as book character) Clutching chest, coughing, concern for him.

01:20:45 | (as himself) Scratches visible on his face. Slips and falls off building, caught by ally.

01:21:48 | (as book character) Fought, saved, distressed. Holes visible on his arms from meat armour. Meat armour returned to his body, stumbling, panting.

01:44:50 | (as book character) Holes visible on his arms, saved, knocked back onto the ground x3, in pain, saved, grabbed by giant hand and squeezed, bleeding from the head, groaning, screaming, saved, falls to the ground, writhing in pain, stabbed in the abdomen by a giant nail, slowly dragged across the ground, groaning.

01:49:50 | (as himself) Stabbed (off-screen), lying on the ground, barely responsive, bleeding from the abdomen, wheeled into the hospital, oxygen mask on his face, unconscious.

01:53:25 | (as book character) Struggling to walk, shoved and is sent flying back onto the ground, spits blood, groaning, panting. Clutching arm, tries to move but arm hurts, winces, tries grabbing sword but arm is too weak (seemingly dislocated but unsure when this happened), winces, armour engulfs his injured arm, groaning.

01:5920 | (as book character) Dangling from high place, struggling, engulfed by tentacles.

Whumpee: Guan Ning portrayed by Lei Jin Yin

05:35 | Arrested (offscreen). Has nightmare of losing his daughter, wakes up cuffed to the car, repeatedly hit.

35:15 | Saved from car driving into him, tumbles down the stairs, wincing.

47:00 | Kicked in the chest, punched in the chest, shoved into a wall, kneed in the abdomen, shoved into a furniture, strangled with a telephone cord, kicked on the leg which causes him to fall onto the ground, arm twisted behind his back, screams. Held under water in a bathtub, arms bound, struggling, losing consciousness, pulled out and thrown on the ground, coughing water, labored breathing.

01:06:15 | kicked in the chest, falls back.

01:05:12 | Fought, glass bottle broken over his head, bleeding, slashed in the face, falls on the ground, wincing, struggling to get up, angry. Told disturbing reveal, whimpering, crying. Kicked to the ground, tackled and knocked out. Crying.

01:33:50 | Electrocuted x2, fought, crashes into bookcase, slashed in the back with a fan blade, clutching leg, trail of his blood on the wall.

01:39:05 | Golf ball thrown at his abdomen with super strength, punched into a wall, thrown onto a table, dragged across the floor, unable to get up, bleeding from the head, falls to the ground.

01:49:30 | Helped to walk, struggling to continue on his own, stumbling.

02:01:30 | Emotional, crying.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

Gifs coming soon >:3

[wokealqaeda]

On 8 June 2008, Tomohiro Katō drove a five-ton, rented Isuzu Elf truck into a crowd at the crossing of Kanda Myōjin-dōri and Chūō-dōri streets in Akihabara, Chiyoda, Tokyo. While Kanda Myōjin-dōri was open to vehicular traffic, Chūō-dōri was closed for the convenience of shopping pedestrians, a practice observed during Sundays and holidays. At 12:33, Katō hit five people with the truck after ignoring a red light. As some people gathered to care for the victims, Katō climbed out of the truck and stabbed at least 12 people with a dagger, according to a witness, while screaming. Police chased Katō and cornered him in a narrow alley, and a police officer pointed a gun at him; he dropped his knife and was held down by the police at 12:35 about 170 meters away from the truck.

At least 17 ambulances rushed to the scene as passersby tried to aid the victims. Five of the victims reportedly died at the scene. It was initially reported two people died from the attack, and during the day the death toll increased to seven. Later, it was determined through autopsies that three victims died as a result of being hit by the truck while the other four were fatally stabbed.

According to police and hospital officials, six of the seven victims who were killed were men, including Kazunori Fujino and his friend Takahiro Kamaguchi (both 19), Katsuhiko Nakamura (74), Naoki Miyamoto (31), Mitsuru Matsui (33), and Kazuhiro Koiwa (47). One woman, Mai Mutō (21), was also killed. Communication records showed that Mutō probably made an emergency call to police from her mobile phone, though she left no message. Later that day, a makeshift memorial was created by the public.

Tomohiro Katō (28 September 1982 – 26 July 2022) grew up in a suburban home in Aomori. His father was a top manager in a financial institution. Katō's grades were considered to be exceptional in elementary school and he was a top track athlete. He entered Tsukuda Junior High School, where he became president of the tennis club. However, Katō started to behave violently at home after enrolling at Aomori High School, an elite high school. There, his class academic ranking fell to 300 (of 360 students) and he failed entrance examinations for the prestigious Hokkaido University, eventually training as an auto mechanic at Nakanihon Automotive College. Katō was hired as a temporary worker at an auto parts factory in Shizuoka Prefecture, though he had been recently told that his job was to be cut at the end of June.

Katō reportedly did not get along well with his parents, and seldom returned home. An interview with Katō's brother revealed that his parents had put immense pressure on both of them to perform and to excel in their studies, ordering them to redo their homework to high standards in order to impress teachers in school, and recalled one incident when Katō was made to eat scraps of food from the floor. Another neighbor recounted an incident where Katō's parents forced him to stand outside for hours in deep, cold snow during winter. Previous online postings before his announcement of the attack contained sharp criticisms of his upbringing. Deeply in debt and believing that his family had given up on him, Katō unsuccessfully attempted suicide in 2006 by ramming his car into a wall.

Three days before the attack, on 5 June, Katō accused people at his workplace of hiding his work clothes and left the premises immediately afterwards. Apparently he believed at this point he was going to lose his job, though this was not actually the case, and may have triggered the attack.

Katō apparently posted messages from his mobile phone to a website called "Extreme Exchange, Revised", revealing his intentions through his final message 20 minutes before the attack. A police official stated the first message read, "I will kill people in Akihabara." Other messages he is alleged to have posted include, "If only I had a girlfriend, I wouldn't have quit work", "I would never have become addicted to my mobile phone. Anybody with hope couldn't possibly understand how I feel", and, "I don't have a single friend and I won't in the future. I'll be ignored because I'm ugly. I'm lower than trash because at least the trash gets recycled." The message also referred to "a stabbing spree in Tsuchiura". Based on Katō's messages, commentators referred to the incident as another case of Japan's hikikomori becoming more violent and suicidal. Later messages revealed Katō's plan to use a vehicle until it became inoperable, and then to use a knife to continue the attack on foot. He waited for Chūō-dōri to close at noon to vehicular traffic before commencing the attack. Katō later said that he posted the online messages hoping that police would take notice and stop him.

Katō was arrested for attempted murder after a police officer spotted him stabbing a woman. On 10 June, the police sent him to Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office. On 20 June, the police arrested him again on suspicion of murder of the seven victims. That same day, the Prosecutor's Office withheld action on him for the first suspicion. While being positive about his capacity to be held criminally liable, the Prosecutor's Office decided by 20 June to demand that Katō's detention for a psychiatric test be authorized by the Tokyo District Court.

Katō erased all contacts and communication records from his mobile phone just prior to the attack, the purpose of which he confessed was to avoid annoying those around him.

The weapons Katō used in the attack were reportedly purchased two days before at a military supply shop in Fukui, at about 12:40. Katō spent about twenty minutes in the store, purchasing a telescopic baton and a pair of leather gloves, while the store's CCTV captured him conversing with the salesman and demonstrating stabbing motions. Katō came to Akihabara the day before the attack to sell his personal computer and some software to raise money to rent the truck

On 24 March 2011, Katō was sentenced to death by the Tokyo District Court after it found him fully responsible for the attack. In September 2012, the Tokyo High Court upheld the death penalty on appeal. Katō expressed remorse over the massacre, stating that he "would like to apologize to those who passed away, the injured, and their families". Upon entering a guilty plea, he said he "knew he was the culprit though he had no memory of some parts of the incident". The Supreme Court of Japan upheld the death penalty on 2 February 2015. Katō's death sentence was subsequently finalized, and he was held on death row until he was executed by hanging at the Tokyo Detention House on the morning of 26 July 2022.

[swan2swan]

WADDYA MEAN THEY LOST THE WHOLE CRANE????

oh, nope, I do NOT like the premise of this film, NOPE

[ceceswithnopizza]

What I’ll do 2 |Jey Uso

Synopsis: Things change, people change and we all make mistakes, what matters is what we do to fix them.

Warnings: Nothing

📢: I know the teaser alludes to knowing who the mystery person is but I ended up changing it but it’ll still be the same drama.

Please like and comment and all feedback is welcome enjoy

Also not proofread but what’s new

1

A few months later

Cleo and Joshua have been having a nice period between the two of them, they’d hang out at each other’s houses have mind blowing sex and really stayed under each other.

They honestly acted like a couple and when in public they often got mistaken for one. They’d laugh it off and say thank you but it had Cleo thinking about what they were actually doing.

Were they together unofficially?

Were they just friends who fucked?

But she wasn’t going to be the one to ask lying down, with Jeys arms around hers in his bed, 47 meters down uncaged playing on the big screen television.

Feeling something burning into the side of her head she turned her head to see Joshua, quickly snap his head away from her, causing her to burst out laughing.

“Boy, not I just caught to staring and drooling.” She said clapping her hands falling onto the soft arm rest of the couch.

Joshua smacked his teeth “ain’t nobody drooling you just had something on your face.”

“Right, then what I have on my face then?” She said in between laughs.

“Mane I ain’t got to explain myself to you and stop calling me boy I’m a grown man!” He said

“A grown man that caught drooling over me.” Cleo said standing up laughing harder, and Joshua taking chase behind her, going around and around the island as the chase went on before he caught her and threw her on the bed.

Pinning her to the comforter, both of their chests going up and down, hearts beating neither was sure if it was from the run or the way they were looking deep into each other’s eyes.

Cleopatras eyes falling down to his plump lips and then back onto his eyes and Joshua’s eyes fell at her lips and stayed there.

Drawing each other in before one at a time pulling away before they finally leaned in and kissed each other deeply and gently.

Lying in the bed Cleo’s left leg slung across Joshua’s in the warmth of his bed, keeping them in a much needed sleep.

Boom

Boom

Boom

The heavy banging on her door only stirred cleo a heavy sleeper but made Josh jump up. Lost and upset as to who was banging on the door standing up and covering his naked body looking through the frothy peephole and then his heart dropped in his feet.

Quickly stepping outside before the banging could continue he stepped outside.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

-

This was the last one of peace so enjoy it

[thisdayinworldwars]

16 February - Sinking of U-309

On this day in World War history 16 February, 1945 the German U-boat U-309 of the VIIC Type was sunk by the Canadian frigate HMCS Saint John.

She was commissioned on January 24, 1943 and had a crew of 47. She had 9 war-patrols on her name and sunk 1 merchant ship of 7219 (GRT)

She also rescued the crew of the U-boat U-981, which had struck a magnetic mine on 12 August 1944.

Survivors of U-981 crowding the deck of U-309. You can see her anti-aircraft configuration of 2x2 C/30 2cm cannons and a 3.7cm Flak 42 gun which was quite heavy!

On 16 February 1945 she was shadowing a convoy before being detected by sonar from the Frigate HMCS Saint John! The Saint John had 1 previous U-boat kill (U-247) on September 1, 1944

HMCS Saint John

On the first depth-charge attack she produced slight oil after being damaged. On the second and third attack the Saint John used Hedgehog Anti Submarine mortars which produced even more oil. She was then finished off by depth-charges

She was lost with all hands on deck, a few things like a signal book, charts and a body were recovered from the surface.

Suspected wreck of U-309 found by divers, 63 meters deep. Coordinates are approximately 58.09N, 02.23W.

Lest we forget

Definitions:

U-boat: Term for German Submarine used during the First or Second world war

Frigate: Type of small warship which is usually used for convoy escort and carries a relatively light arnament. Very effective against submarines

HMCS: ''His or Her Majesty's Canadian Ship'' A ship prefix used by the Canadian navy

War Patrol: Combat deployement of a Submarine

Merchant ship: Ships that carry supplies or passengers. During WWII they were the primary targets of submarines

Gross tonnage (GRT): The size or carrying capacity of a ship

Magnetic mine: Type of mine usually dropped by Aircraft or Submarine that is activated by a ships magnetic field.

Shadowing: Tracking/following of a ship or fleet. Usually done by Submarines or aircraft

Depth-charge: Type of Underwater bomb dropped above the suspected position of a submarine. Has a kill-ratio of 60.5 attacks to 1 kill

Hedgehog: A more effective type of Anti submarine weapon invented in 1942 that consists of up-to 24 mortar bombs that are fired from the front of a vessel and rains down onto a Submarines suspected position. Has a kill-ratio of 5.7 attacks to 1 kill!

Sources:

Saintjohn.freeservers.com

U-boat.net

Canada.ca

Wikipedia

[tokidokitokyo]

千葉県

Japanese Prefectures: Kantō - Chiba

都道府県 (とどうふけん) - Prefectures of Japan

Learning the kanji and a little bit about each of Japan’s 47 prefectures!

Kanji・漢字

千　ち、セン　thousand

葉　は、ヨウ　leaf, lobe

県　ケン　prefecture

関東　かんとう　Kantō, region consisting of Tokyo and surrounding prefectures

Prefectural Capital (県庁所在地) : Chiba City (千葉市)

Chiba lies on the Bōsō Peninsula on the east coast of Tokyo Bay, about 20 miles (30 km) southeast of central Tokyo, and boasts many international facilities such as Narita International Airport, known as the gateway to Japan); Makuhari Messe, one of the most prominent convention centers in Asia; Kazusa DNA Research Institute, a world leader in cutting edge research; and Tokyo Disney Resort, with two theme parks that draw in 30 million patrons each year. It also boasts beaches for swimming, surfing, and diving and was the location for the first Olympic surfing games. Historically, Chiba was a castle town controlled by the Chiba family in the 12th–15th century, and during the Edo (Tokugawa) period (1603–1867) it served as a post-station town for several major roads. After the construction of a railway connecting it to Tokyo, the town began to grow in the second half of the 19th century.

Recommended Tourist Spot・おすすめ観光スポット Mt Nokogiri - 鋸山

Mt. Nokogiri - Hyaku-Shaku Kannon carved into stone cliff

Mt. Nokogiri is named for the zigzag shape of a traditional handsaw that its topography resembles. Along with Mt. Kanozan and Mt. Kiyosumi, Mt. Nokogiri is one of Chiba's three most famous mountains. It stands at 330 meters high and features a grand lookout point as well as a temple complex containing one of Japan's largest Buddhas. The mountain is bare granite and has been a quarry since the Edo Period, providing stones for many of Tokyo's most iconic sites, such as Yasukuni Shrine and Waseda University. You can reach the top by an easy hike or via a ropeway to the top. Hell Lookout (地獄のぞき) is a lookout point at the top of the mountain that hangs over the edge of the cliff and offers a stunning view of Tokyo Bay, the Pacific Ocean, and the distant forests and hills of the Boso Peninsula, and on clear days, Mt. Fuji.

At the southern base of Mt. Nokogiri is Nihonji Temple (日本寺), an officially designated Important Cultural Property. There's a stairway leading from the top of the mountain down to the vast, picturesque Soto Zen Buddhist temple that dates back 1300 years and is still used to train young monks today. A giant daibutsu, or Buddha statue, is carved into the granite on the side of Mt. Nokogiri about midway up the mountain. It is 31 meters high and one of Japan's largest Buddhas, even larger than Kamakura's famous daibutsu at Kotokuin Temple. The statue was built to pray for world peace and most of the statue was carved over three years beginning in 1780.

In addition to the giant daibutsu, there are around 1500 small statues of various Buddhist deities around the temple grounds. Unfortunately, many of the smaller statues were beheaded during the anti-Buddhist movement that accompanied the Meiji Restoration, but there are ongoing efforts to repair them. This part of Nihonji was a spiritual sanctuary built over 21 years in the 18th century by craftsman Ono Kangoro and his students. Towards the top of the mountain stands a 30-meter tall Hyaku-Shaku Kannon, depicting the Buddhist Goddess of Mercy. Carved in 1966 into a stone cliff, it is dedicated to those who died in wars, of sickness or in accidents. The Kannon is also worshiped as a protector of transportation due to its protected location surrounded by rocks.

Regional Cuisine - 郷土料理 Sangayaki - さんが焼き

Sangayaki (source)

Namerou and sangayaki are well-known Chiba dishes, especially along the Bōsō Peninsula. Namerou (なめろう) is a dish usually made of minced horse mackerel and sardine mixed with miso, perilla leaves, and leek. When grilled and wrapped in perilla leaves, it is called sangayaki (さんが焼き). The name "namerou" may have come from the fact that namerou is so good that you want to lick your plate clean (nameru means to lick). The name "sangayaki" may be from the fact that the fishermen ate the dish along a river tributary, or sanga, and the word yaki means to grill (like yakisoba or yakitori). Namerou can be cooked in other ways, such as being shaped and grilled like a burger, or being coated in breadcrumbs and fried.

Chiba Dialect・Chiba no hougen・千葉の方言

Note: Chiba dialect is sometimes called Bōsō-ben (房総弁), after the peninsula. Chiba dialect is actually a family of three dialects: Bōshū-ben (房州弁), Tōsō-ben 東総弁, and Noda-ben (野田弁).

Bōshū-ben (房州弁)

1. おいねえ　oinee　not good

はしけえでおいねえや (hashikee de oinee ya)

Standard Japanese: かゆくていけないよ (kayukute ikenai yo)

English: This itches so badly

2. くわっせえ　kuwassee　please eat (command)

ばーさんほら、わーかでいーがらくわっせぇよ (baa-san hora, wa-ka de iigara kuwassei yo)

Standard Japanese: おばあさんほら、少しでいいから召し上がってよ (obaasan hora, sukoshi demo ii kara meshi agate yo)

English: Grandma, come on, please just eat a little bit

3. やんべえ　yanbee　health; condition (often used in a greeting)

いいやんべえだねえ (ii yanbee da nee)

Standard Japanese: こんにちは (konnichiwa)

English: Hello; Good day (lit. "you are in good health today")

Tōsō-ben 東総弁

1. あじょうだぁ　ajyou daa　how is it

あじょうだぁ？ (ajyou daa?)

Standard Japanese: どうですか？　(dou desu ka?)

English: How is it?

2. ねっけぇ　nekkee　warm

今日はずいぶんとねっけぇね (kyou wa zuibun to nekkee ne)

Standard Japanese: 今日はずいぶんと暖かいね (kyou wa zuibun to atatakai ne)

English: Today is fairly warm, isn't it?

3. わんらー　wanraa　you (informal, not very polite)

わんらーよー！んなことやってねーよ！ (wanraa you! 'n na koto yatte nee yo!)

Standard Japanese: あなたねえ！そんな事しないでよ！ (anata nee! sonna koto shinai de yo!)

English: Hey you! Stop doing that!

Noda-ben (野田弁)

1. こわい　kowai　difficult, taxing, bothersome

風邪ひいででまーだこわいだよなぁ (kaze hiide de maa-da kowai da yo naa)

Standard Japanese: 風邪を引いていてまだ身体がだるいんだよね　(kaze wo hiite ite mada karada ga daruin da yo ne)

English: I have a cold and my body still feels listless

2. はらくち　harakuchi　full

はらくちだよなぁ (harakuchi da yo naa)

Standard Japanese: お腹いっぱいだよね (onaka ippai da yo ne)

English: I'm full

3. やっこら　yakora　soon

やっこらいくべ (yakora iku be)

Standard Japanese: そろそろいこうか (sorosoro ikou ka)

English: Shall we go soon?