#the five point palm exploding heart technique

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[vladdyissues]

have you ever seen a domesticated fox? they're adorable, with big eyes and waggly tails that curl upwards, because apparently when you breed for social compatibility with humans, those traits are linked

what i'm getting at is floofy puppyish Danny becoming arctic fox on transformation

I was already thinking Danny would be perfect as a red or black fox that transforms into an Arctic fox when he "goes ghost" (great minds), but I had no idea foxes could be bred for domesticity.

I have to confess, I follow a couple animal blogs here on Tumblr that keep my dashboard well-stocked in cute animal videos, and I saw this one video of a fox "laughing" and it just. Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique 🧡

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

These dudes acting like the Tiger Driver is the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique ™️

Like Ospreay gonna get Max in the ring and just

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Beetober 2023 Day 27 - Carnival

Suguru is enjoying a relaxing evening on the couch when his peace and quiet is being rudely interrupted by Satoru marching into the room as if it’s his.

“You used the wrong door,” Suguru mildly says without looking away from the TV but of course Satoru is not derailed by that.

“Suguru! What are we doing?” he asks, flopping down on the couch, his long limbs immediately sprawled out in every direction which unfortunately means his legs end up on Suguru’s lap.

“I was enjoying a rare night off,” he pointedly says, but of course Satoru doesn’t pick up on the hint.

“If you’re free, let’s spend it together.”

Suguru sighs. This is exactly what he didn’t want to do. Every once in a while he needs a short break from Satoru, if only to reset his aching heart. He loves Satoru just a little bit too much to easily endure all the physical contact Satoru bestows him with and it always goes to his head just a little bit when Satoru’s entire focus is on him.

Just like it is right now. Satoru might still be wearing his glasses, but Suguru can tell that his eyes are fixed on him and he doubts it has much to do with Satoru’s innate technique.

“How about, and here me out here, we spend one evening alone. Just one. Just for tonight,” he tries and immediately knows it won’t have any effect.

“Why, you’ve got a date?” Satoru asks him as if Suguru could ever go out and look for anyone else when Satoru is right there and holding his entire being in the palm of his hand.

“No.”

“Then I don’t see the issue,” Satoru pouts and Suguru sighs.

“Of course you don’t,” he whispers and chides himself when his traitorous hand wraps around Satoru’s ankle, keeping his legs exactly where they are. “Fine, stay, then. But we’re watching what I want to, tonight,” Suguru says, louder this time and fights the urge to smother Satoru in kisses when he beams at him.

Suguru doesn’t even know why he even still tries, it’s not as if he can ever say no to Satoru anyway.

“Fine by me, as long as we do it together,” Satoru says as if watching TV alone would kill him. “What are we watching, though?” he then asks, squinting at the screen.

“Carnival in Brazil,” Suguru shortly gives back, unwilling to admit that he was mindlessly clicking through the programs, unable to settle on anything because not having Satoru there to trash talk any of these programs killed the entire point of watching TV in the first place for him.

Satoru’s ego is already big enough; he really doesn’t need to know that. And it’s way too close to a confession for Suguru’s comfort.

“Huh,” Satoru hums and wriggles himself deeper into the couch, clearly content to watch whatever. His legs stay in Suguru’s lap, though, and not only because Suguru still has his hand wrapped around them. Satoru doesn’t even try to move them and Suguru hates to admit just how much he likes that.

“What’s the big deal with that anyway?” Satoru mutters after five minutes. “It seems like such a pain.”

“It probably would be, for you,” Suguru agrees because the Six Eyes are straining enough as is on Satoru; a huge festival like that would probably make his head explode with pain in mere seconds. Or maybe his brain would melt with all the information he had to take in.

Either way, Suguru would be in no rush to drag him to something like that even though—

“You’re kind of missing out though,” he muses. “Maybe not on that particular one, but generally there are a lot of sweets being thrown around with things like that. You would have enjoyed that.”

“I’m not a kid, Suguru,” Satoru snaps back, so clearly he knows what Suguru is talking about and Suguru squeezes his ankle.

“Never said you were,” he shoots back. “Carnivals are for everyone. You could even still go as an adult without it being too weird.”

“How is that not weird?” Satoru mutters and Suguru shrugs.

“I think it involves more alcohol then.”

“Bah,” Satoru says with feeling and Suguru laughs.

It’s always kind of funny just how much Satoru hates alcohol, though it makes Suguru wonder if he ever tried the overly sweet cocktails. They seem right up Satoru’s alley, apart from the alcohol.

“Couldn’t even have gone as a kid,” Satoru goes on eventually. “Ignoring the fact that my family would have never let me go, I only started to eat sweets when I was no longer a kid.”

“You mean you were not born with a sweet in your mouth?” Suguru gasps in mock surprise and Satoru digs his heel into Suguru’s thigh.

“Rude.” Suguru squeezes Satoru’s ankle in turn. “Why did you start to eat your bodyweight in sweets anyway?”

“Cause my lessons bored me and I found that sugar helped with stimulating my brain.”

“But you were no longer a kid? So you started with nine, then?” Suguru deadpans because he knows how incredibly easy anything school related comes to Satoru.

And going by the way he sticks his tongue out at Suguru, he didn’t mature much since then. Maybe the sugar stunted his mental growth; it would explain a lot, Suguru muses.

“I was eight, actually,” Satoru admits then and even though Suguru wants to make a joke about that, the words die on his tongue.

He sometimes forgets what an incredibly lonely and fucked up childhood Satoru must have had and even though it hurts Suguru to hear about it, he always clings to these information. Satoru doesn’t often speak about his childhood.

“And already bored?”

“I think I was born bored,” Satoru quips and then shrugs. “Didn’t change until I got here.”

Now that is new information to Suguru because Satoru complains about being bored every other hour.

“How can you even say that when you whine my ear off about being bored out of your mind all the time?” Suguru asks and pokes Satoru’s thigh.

“Hey, hey, stop that,” Satoru gets out, trying to squirm away from Suguru but his hold on Satoru’s ankles is relentless and so there’s nowhere for him to go.

Suguru does take note of the fact that even now Satoru doesn’t activate Infinity, and his heart swells in his chest.

“It’s the truth, though,” Satoru pants out when Suguru finally stops assaulting him.

“What changed then? You still have lessons here and you’re still miles ahead of all of us. I mean, it’s good that you’re no longer bored, but how?” Suguru asks and then freezes when Satoru stares at him over the rim of his glasses.

“Because you’re here,” he says easily, as if it doesn’t cost him anything to say that, as if it doesn’t mean the world to Suguru. “I could never be bored with you around.”

Suguru’s mouth drops open, because it’s so close to what he truly wants to hear—so close in fact, that he thinks he might have a chance after all.

His mind is whirring and he hopes Satoru doesn’t notice how his hands sweat but by the time Suguru is in control over his mouth again, Satoru has already turned back to the TV.

Suguru sits in silence for a few more moments before he speaks again.

“If you’re no longer bored, and you only started to eat sweets to stave that off anyway, then why do we always have to go for something to eat after a mission?” he asks, because that is actually puzzling with everything else Satoru just revealed.

“What, I can’t crave a little bit of comfort after a mission? I did develop a sweet tooth, so even though I’m not dependant on sugar for entertainment, I crave it nonetheless.”

Something doesn’t add up here. Suguru frowns.

“But why always be so goddamn insistent? I know you have a stash of sweets in your room. You could just eat there.”

Satoru lets out a deep sigh.

“You really need me to spell it out for you, huh?” he then mutters and sits up, bringing his face close to Suguru’s.

“An explanation would be nice,” Suguru agrees faintly, though it’s hard to concentrate with Satoru this close to him.

“It’s because of you.”

“Huh?”

“You feel sick after missions, after swallowing curses. So we go out for something sweet to chase that feeling away.”

Suguru blinks at him.

He has never mentioned to anyone just how vile curses taste, how they rest heavy and disgusting in his stomach for days sometimes, how it makes it hard to eat something, anything. He also never mentioned to Satoru that it helps when they go out for something sweet immediately after a mission.

“How do you—“

“Please, Suguru, I know you. Of course I noticed.”

This makes three, Suguru faintly thinks; three times just in the last hour that Satoru has given him the feeling that maybe he’s not alone in this. And maybe it’s time for him to do something about it.

“But have you noticed this?” Suguru asks, and finally takes his hand away from Satoru’s leg, but only so he can take his glasses off. “I’m in love with you,” he simply says once Satoru’s piercing gaze is on him and even though there are butterflies in his stomach, he’s almost not nervous at all.

This is Satoru after all.

The way Satoru splutters at his words give Suguru his answer and it’s so Satoru to notice all these small things about Suguru and not notice the big metaphorical elephant in the room.

“Since when?” he finally wheezes out and Suguru smiles at him.

“Since always,” he easily says, because it certainly feels like it. He hardly can remember who he was before he loved Satoru.

“That’s just—how could I have not noticed that?”

“Good question,” Suguru gives back and then slightly tilts his head. “This doesn’t let me know if you feel the same, though,” he then says, even though he’s reasonably sure about Satoru’s feelings because the red colour in his face alone gives him away.

“Well, I basically just confessed twice to you, so take an educated guess,” Satoru huffs out but Suguru corrects him.

“Three times, actually.” He only elaborates when Satoru raises an eyebrow in question. “You didn’t turn on Infinity when I poked you.”

“Infinity is always on, you just don’t register for it,” Satoru informs him, as if Suguru could love him any more than he already does.

“Four times, now,” he whispers and leans in to brush their lips together. “I have some catching up to do.”

“You literally make my existence worth it, how much more do you want to catch up?” Satoru whines out, tangling his fingers in Suguru’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss again.

He doesn’t give Suguru a chance to say anything to his declaration and Suguru thinks that might be for the best because what does one even say to that?

So instead of finding words to express just how much he loves Satoru he vows to press his love into every inch of Satoru’s body and he’s going to get started right now. And with the way Satoru clings to him it doesn’t seem as if he has any complaints about that.

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing based on the Kill Bill films. The background is a bright yellow. It begins with Beatrix Kiddo's knife, followed by two bullets. Next is her katana with O-Ren's severed hair above it. To the side of the hair is three nails. These items lead into the back end of a black mamba snake. Alongside its body there's two stacks of dollars caked in dirt, and a cigarette with smoking trailing off of it. Below the head of the snake is the hand of Beatrix, arranged in the end position of The Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique, which resembles the snake's snout. Every object in the drawing is greatly bloodied. At the top, in this blood, it says "kill". Near her hand it says "bill".]

Inktober - Day 5 (Map)

Movies - Kill Bill: Vol 1 (Quentin Tarantino, 2003) and Kill Bill: Vol 2 (Quentin Tarantino, 2004)

[rookedcrow]

rook's favorite of taa.sh's Incorrect Cro.w Facts™️ might just have to be the one about them having a caw caw version of the five point palm exploding heart technique.

[jaypentaghast]

Not Zheng pulling a Kill Bill and murdering poor Steak Knife with the five point palm exploding heart technique 😭

[renjirukia]

as a spiteful know it all type of individual the renruki marriage + kid ending was the five point palm exploding heart technique ichirukis deserved for being so flagrantly rude for so many years but personally as a renruki fan idgaf about that book or ichika

[iwannabeabadrobot]

Did Zheng Yi Sao use the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique on Steak Knife???!

Does that mean it was passed down from her eventually to Pai Mei to teach to The Bride?

[theterribletenno]

Warframes made by Aperture Science

Meet the candidates!

Patriot the 1999 Warframe: Albrecht's first attempts at making proto-warframes weren't perfect. It took several iterations, and a couple failures to refine the process. Patriot is the last prototype before Albrecht was able to perfect his process for Arthur and Aoi. Patriot is the ultimate soldier; a partially lobotomized cyborg hulk of pure military materiel. Exercise his mastery of explosives and combat doctrine by bringing Patriot back from 1999.

Sapeur the Combat Engineer Warframe: Build and destroy, use terrain to your advantage, and give the enemy no quarter. That is the credo of the combat engineer. Sapeur is a specialist in area denial and punishing his enemies. His abilities work together to create deadly traps and strip enemy defenses to build his own. Equally adept alone as in a group Sapeur the combat engineer is not to be underestimated.

Baimei The Tiger Fist Kung Fu Warframe: Master of close-quarters combat the mythical and merciless Baimei shatters his opponents with powerful palm and fist strikes. Even with only his bare hands Baimei is able to dish out and withstand massive damage and even deal killing blows to enemies without looking. Discover his secret five point palm exploding heart technique by striking an enemy five times, causing them to take massive unavoidable damage.

Avalon the Falconer warframe (submitted by @chronicler-of-narrative): Two in one, Avalon and her companion the Accipalyst swoop down upon the battlefield with claws outstretched. Expose your enemies' weaknesses, and rip out their hearts. Take control of Avalon and the Accipalyst to break your enemies defenses and rip them to shreds with coordinated attacks and flexible tactics. The bond between a warframe and her Sentient symbiote should never be underestimated.

Bismuth the Mining warframe: A confluence of seemingly arcane arts give Bismuth intriguing powers, some combination of Orokin alchemies and Tenno void power. Able to extract unique minerals from any opponent in his sights, taking the form of resilient metals and prismatic gems. Exotic materials that seem to be born from the ether itself which Bismuth can then repurpose to bolster his defenses and elevate his attacks. Aim carefully and extract minerals from every enemy you can to continuously fuel Bismuth's potent powers.

And don't forget to vote!

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tagged by @thekidsarentalright thank uuuu ^_^

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people

1. gg / origami angel

2. going to bed now / modern baseball

3. SPKOTHDVL / idkhow

4. girls like me / will joseph cook

5. downside / idkhow

6. we make hits / yard act

7. condition c / kudaranai1nichi

8. fine, great / modern baseball

9. this is your brain on drugs / five point palm exploding heart technique

10. few and far between / origami angel

uhhh tagging @alonetogether @petewentzisblack1312 @thekintsugikidtenyears @glassofpumpkinjuice + whoever else wants to do this >_>

[swoopyswish]

just stretched and my sternum cracked and the sensation was so alarming that i was pretty sure i had just done a self-inflicted and hands free five point palm exploding heart technique somehow

[jojoblessed365]

Okay, change of plans with Teach Me Tonight:

Chapter 5 will be released this Saturday!!!

Also, there will be a double update this Valentine's Day as well as next weekend... Yeah, you heard correctly-

Teach Me Tonight will finish updating next Sunday!!!

For now, enjoy a snippet from the next chapter-

He checks his watch which reads 7:10. He grabs his stuff, and heads to his car to stash it. He comes back and passes the time on his phone. He checks to see the text Amir sent him- Great meeting you today. It was excellent- the first draft. Hopefully, with the Christmas break, you can finish the changes and we can have a Summer pub date for the book. Jess sighs; in many ways, he’s glad to have made this career change, because if anything, he’s loved being a teacher for the past few months. Not to say, that there were other benefits, such as...

And then he hears Rory’s room door open, and he chuckles and says as he turns to face her, “You know, Gilmore, I have to say-”

And he stops short upon seeing Rory. And it’s as if Uma Thurman’s The Bride has hit him with the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique.

Because Rory is... transcendent. She is dressed in a flowing shiny black gown with a V-neck with illusionary see-through satin sleeves. Her dress has a slit and Jess can see her left thigh so easily from where he stands and her high heels which looks too sexy than what she usually wears when she’s at work. Her hair is tied up in a neat bun with a silver hairclip and her bangs combed to the side. But it’s her lips which has a pale pink hue and eyes streaked with a little mascara which bring out the cobalt blue of her irises that has Jess swooning. He meets her eyes after what feels like an eternity, but is really only a few seconds, and there’s something in the way she’s looking back at him that has him suppressing a shiver – heated, surprised, pleased. God, he’s sure he’s looking back at her in almost the same way. “Hey,” she says after a beat, clearing her throat. “You, uh, you clean up pretty nice.”

“Yeah,” Jess says, feeling himself almost shrink as he exhales. “You…I mean….” He pauses, sighing, the sound wistful and hopeful all at once. “You look beautiful.” The stark, honest words, spoken with a voice that is low and almost raspy, filled with heady cocktail of emotion that is impossible to suppress, are like a shock to the system. He’s suddenly very aware that the two of them are completely alone and standing here like this, dressed like it’s a romantic night out and it takes everything he has to keep from leaning in to kiss her, to coat himself in the taste of her, the feel of her, until their mouths are swollen and glistening, his lips as red as hers.

Rory blushes under the weight of the compliment and she looks down, demure but smiling. “Thank you,” she says. She sighs, breathing out a light laugh. “C’mon, let’s drop off our things at the concierge and then head in to supervise the dance.”

Right, the dance. “Yes, sounds good,” Jess says after clearing his throat. “Lead the way, partner.”

[limerencesymptoms]

You’re going to wish you hadn’t talked over the explanation of the five point palm exploding heart technique the time I made you watch Kill Bill vol2

[torkum]

This next song is called Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique

[old4sa]

When you first hear about the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique 🤔