#this is literally me just trying to rationalize and walk myself through art block

[oorangesoda]

I think the more I try and focus on having “perfect anatomy” the more I end up resenting what I create.

I get so hung up on whether or not things look “right” or “correct” and yeah, don’t get me wrong, it’s good to understand anatomy and how the body works. But it’s not everything.

When I just draw for the sake of drawing, focusing more on broad shapes and the flow of the drawing rather than whether or not that arm looks just right, or that torso lines up perfectly with the hips, I end up liking what I create a lot more.

Again, don’t get me wrong, practicing anatomy, understanding anatomy, and knowing the way muscles/bones twist and contort is good, in general it does make things better.

But if you’re drawing for the sake of being “perfect” or “correct”, it strips all the fun out of it. At least for me

[tomakeitbeautifultolive]

Listen, I might be playing the devils advocate, but I don't think Dany's fate in the GoT finale was due to D&D being sexist.I think it was just because D&D can't write for crap.

It’s not about intent.

Allow me to begin by saying that I completely understand the knee-jerk reaction that people have to the term ‘sexism’. It’s very polarizing, and when men read the term, they immediately go on the offensive. That’s not what I want at all. I don’t use the term to alienate or exclude men, I use it because it’s the dictionary definition of what I’m trying to convey:

sex·ism (noun): "prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination, typically against women, on the basis of sex.“

That said, allow me to play devil’s advocate here and say that I do not believe the writers intended to have an underlying sexist message. They are more oblivious than they are malicious. It is born of sheer ignorance (lack of knowledge or information) and the privilege to ignore it because, as males, it doesn’t affect them.

Let’s put aside the dozens of articles that came out after the finale calling out the sexism. You guys know me, I like to pull receipts, cite my sources, and throw in some visuals to help aid my point.

For most of the 70+ hours of Game of Thrones, Daenerys actually does not fall victim to these sexist tropes. Honestly, that is what subverted my expectations for seven seasons. That Dany always teetered on the edge of these tired, overused tropes about women, yet she remained steadfast in her ruthless yet good nature, her moral compass was always aligned even if it didn’t match the viewers, and she was a gods-damned hero, straight through to episode four of season eight.

But the demoralizing reality is that Daenerys was hit with trope after trope in the last three episodes. In the final hours of the show, the writers pulled a bait-and-switch, giving us a ‘shocking’ heel-tern whose only foreshadowing was a very bad retcon job full of double standards. And so many fans, such as yourself, justify it. Not because the show foreshadowed it, but because these tropes are so, so ingrained in our brains from decades of media feeding us these narratives that we now expect them.

In the end, Daenerys succumbs to numerous sexist tropes:

'God Save Us From the Queen’ trope

“The Good Kingdom: A lovely, wealthy country ruled by a benevolent king, a wise prince, and a fair princess loved by the populace. But what’s that? There’s a queen? Oh, brother, we’re in trouble.”

Disposable Woman trope

“This character has a familial or romantic relationship with a protagonist, which allows creators to derive heart-wrenching sorrow from her death.”

Evil Infertile Woman trope

“Women are often divided into "breeders” and “the barren,” with the latter coming off as cool and distant at best, and malicious and desperate at worst.“

The Double-Standard Trope

"A double standard occurs when members of two or more groups are treated differently regarding the same thing. Gender is one of the most common causes of double standards.”

Hysterical Woman trope

“This trope characterizes women as less rational, disciplined, and emotionally stable than men, and thus more prone to mood swings, irrational overreactions, and mental illness.”

Woman Scorned trope

“What’s the only type of woman more dangerous than a Mama Bear? A woman who’s been dumped or otherwise done wrong by her significant other. Especially if she’s been hiding some sanity problems.”

Women Are Delicate trope

“Even if women have toughness, competence, strength or stability, it’s less than what their male peers are capable of.”

The Woman Wearing the Queenly Mask trope

“They don’t want a young woman, or they don’t want any woman, or they just don’t want this particular woman on the throne.”

Tropes in and of themselves are not bad, but very outdated tropes that are associated with the emotional or mental ‘fragility’ of women are. Why? Because they reinforce deep-seated and subconscious stereotypes of women that audiences hold.

“It’s just a show/book! Who cares!”

People have been turning to art (including literature) for years for meaning, for philosophical guidance. Most people in my own country turn to one book to both find and justify their morality (the bible).

“Literature offers not just a window into the culture of diverse regions, but also the society, the politics; it’s the only place where we can keep track of ideas.”―Reza Aslan

It’s not just a show. The art and media we consume helps shape who we are, for better or worse. When men refuse to consider the consequence of their sexist narratives simply because it doesn’t affect their own lives, it inadvertently causes harm for others who don’t share their privilege.

And it’s not just Daenerys. She’s just the figurehead.

There was a great article from BBC about how much women actually speak on Game of Thrones:

I can already hear the counter-argument brewing…

“So what? There are more male characters!”

Yeah. There are. And that’s a problem, too.

Of the top-grossing 1,200 films from 2007 to 2018, 28% of films were led or co-led by women. Meanwhile, around 49.6 percent of the world’s population is female.

By featuring so few women and by giving women who are featured 20% of the airtime to speak their minds, the writers are unintentionally devaluing the speech and opinions of women. This inspires the audience to devalue women in a subconscious way.

Whether or not it intended to, Game of Thrones and its shocking 'heel-turn’ has very troubling sexist and political implications (amongst other things).

Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m blowing this way out of proportion.

Tell me it’s just a show or a book and every single fan knows how to separate fiction from reality (they don’t, go look at Maisie William’s Instagram comments following her season eight sex scene for proof of that). Meanwhile, here in actual reality, we see things like this:

@thescarletgarden1990 informs me that over in Italy, political figures are using Game of Thrones advertising in their campaigns, too:

Translation: “Invaded by masses of Others? Not Today. Immediate naval block, let’s defend our borders.”

What makes it worse is that, at least Donald Trump, identifies with House Stark. Or, those who rule the northerners. The people who showed their blatant racism toward the only two black named characters. And the writers never bothered to critique the problematic behavior, instead, rewarding their people with independence and driving those pesky evil foreigners ’back where they belong’.

I’ve barely had time to scroll my dash and I’ve already seen a troubling amount of harassment towards Dany fans via anon asks (including myself, though I just block the IP and delete but I wish I’d saved them for proof).

Why? Because the ending justifies their personal narrative, this bad writing confirms their worldview. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spectrum, the same thing is happening in reverse in response to the takedown of a figure like Daenerys Targaryen:

“Khaleesi’s heel turn is particularly troubling for fans who might have felt a true sense of connection to her character following her epic story arc, which has seen Dany escape some awful circumstances to literally walk through fire, free the slaves, bring Dragons to the north and help rally the troops to defeat the Night King. She has basically been Abraham Lincoln, Hercules and Winston Churchill combined into one person riding a dragon.” (x)

The point here is that the show is doing its audience of 19,300,000 viewers a great disservice by succumbing to very outdated tropes and double standards, and sending troubling messages as a result. For instance, a woman can do countless heroic or selfless things, but you should never trust her! She needs to be tempered. Women cannot wield power responsibly. There are endless messages you can take away from this ending and the dialogue that led us to the show’s conclusion (my personal favorite being ‘Cocks are important’).

And the fans who want to say 'you’re overreacting’ to everyone who speaks up against it are only aiding in this ongoing legacy of 85% male writers who get to tell our stories, poorly, and reap all the rewards.

Sure, all of this could be solely the result of ‘just bad writing’…

Nevertheless, it is what it is.

[jishua-moved]

We’ve come to the end of 2017, my precious flowers (or should I said diamonds? 👀) Anyway. I’ll be honest with you and say that 2017 was one hell of a year for me. I’ve been through a lot. I’ve lost important people to me but found a lot of other people who were kinder; I’ve had relationships crumble and watched them come together again; I’ve fallen and gotten back up again multiple times and through everything, I eventually came out stronger. I really couldn’t have done it without the support that I got from a lot of you. Most of you guys honestly held me together when I was at my worst and I thank you for that from the bottom of my heart. I hope that in 2018 our friendships will continue and grow stronger. I love you all so much ♡ So here is a thank you...

Mind that this might get hella long, so if you’d like just Ctrl + F and find your username. This isn’t alphabetically sorted bcuz my motivation died with the follow forever.

@gamegirlhorror Tiffany. Honestly, the sheer amount of support and love that I’ve received from you is more than enough to fill the entire universe (that is constantly expanding, mind you.) I love you SO much! I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve known each other. Like, it blows my mind. I still remember following you only because I thought your icon of pyramid head was cute lol and I still remember you being neongreenraver :,) There isn’t a moment that goes by where I don’t miss our skype sessions and constant talks but the fact that you’re out there earning and working towards a better life makes me feel content. I love how no matter how busy you are you always find time to listen to my shit even though I know you have a lot of your own. You always put me first and I will never be able to thank you enough for that. There’s a lot more I would say but this is getting long rip. I love you, my princess peach, I love you so very much. 💚

@wonnwoo Rina. It hasn’t even been a year since we’ve met and yet we became one of the closest people to each other. You really are my Ohana hah :,) I want to thank you for sticking with me through thick and thin and helping me get up on my feet when I was at my worst, even if it meant scolding me. I appreciate every word and ounce of effort you put into this relationship. Thank you for showing me a different perspective of every situation and thank you for trusting me with so many things. You were never a shitty friend to me, not once. You are a friend I will always treasure and someone I will be there for as much as I can. Here’s to many more years of friendship, bby. I love you! 💝

@baekbyun Doro. My sissy, my chucci, my meme child LOL. You angel. I’ve never told you this but you’ve taught me a lot of things without even realizing it. You’ve taught me to be kinder and more patient, to be tougher and to be more positive. Truly, I strive to be kinder, like you. It hasn’t been that long and we’ve already been through a lot. I thank you so much for sticking with me through the good and bad times, for listening to me always, for never taking sides and being rational, for keeping my secrets and helping me get through different situations, for being someone with whom I could be myself with and being someone I could trust. I look forward to the day I finally get to see you, give you a big hug and roll my eyes while you dab as we go get two different pizzas cuz u a pineapple hater :P I love you, sissy. 💖

@kihyuns Cass. My smol genius as I would call you lol but it doesn’t seem like it fits anymore because over the course of this year you’ve grown a lot in my eyes. I still remember you before graduation and how worried you were about college, etc and look at you now! It was a pleasure being your friend through graduation, etc. We’ve been through a shitton over a short time but I’m glad we chose to stick together and work it out despite our differences. You’re just as stubborn and feisty as I am so it’s only normal that we clash sometimes. Nevertheless, I always enjoy our talks no matter how small and insignificant! I love your humor and how you’re ready to “block” everyone xD I love how we’re both so into SpongeBob we can sing every song backwards LOL. I look forward to many more years of humorous friendship. Love you, nerd 💛

@mnanvg Moon. My lovely Moon, you’re such a soft human being it warms my heart. The amount of love you radiate is incredible and I appreciate it more than I ever told you. Thank you for never hesitating to remind me how much you love me, how good of a friend I am, how much I should love myself, etc. Thank you for the endless, wordless support. We don’t talk much and yet I’ve never felt like you’re a bad friend for lack of communication.  On the contrary, you can show me how much you care by sending me a few posts. I wish you all the best, sweetheart. I look forward to seeing you grow stronger and achieve your dreams. I love you 💗

@tookorean Jackie. (I realize that you’re not active on tumblr anymore but I couldn’t not include you.) My completely opposite, my female Woozi & so many others things to me. You know how much you mean to me but no matter how many times I say it I won’t be able to truly express it. When I first met you I never imagined that our friendship would go on for this long and that we would go through a lot over a short time. I truly, from the bottom of my heart thank you for sticking with me no matter what and being patient with me and caring for me even though I’ve been...well, a mess. I remember a moment from back when we first became friends and you’d talk about your Totoro onesie. I’d made a post that I was crying over Vernon (lol) and you’d replied with “Baby don’t cryyyyyy tonight” and proceeded to try and cheer me up, telling me you loved me and telling me how it was okay for me to cry on your onesie... Those little moments are something I’ll cherish forever. I want us to stay friends for a long, long time, honestly. I hope we can pull through, fam. I love you so much 💙

@hansolmates Cami. Mah Cami baby, my sol ~ I just realized it’s been over a year since we became friends (aka bonded over your hansolmates fic heheh.) I still remember reading it the 1st time and thinking “omg PISTACHIO ICECREAM” lmao and ofc I remember binge-reading all your Vernon fics cuz I biased AF back then (istg i still love my boy). OMG remember when we lowkey declared war on each other for Vernon? Wow. Good times lol. I want to thank you for helping me with writing and inspiring me. I want to thank you for never judging me for my feelings and supporting me, fangirling with me and being easy going which made me feel like i could tell you anything. Thank you for being a sweetheart to me and being my Sol :,) Here’s to another year of our wonderful friendship! Love you, bby 💜

@daihun Jess. My video game buddy and cry buddy :,D I never thought I’d be able to find a person who loves k-pop and video games as much as I do (especially the same videos games wow.) I have so much fun talking to you on a daily basis! Thank you for sending me Joshua pics and sharing video game jokes with me. I remember, before we started talking, I’d relate to your posts so much and your aesthetic was A+ so I was like “I’ve gotta talk to her sometime” and I’m glad we finally did. I would love to get to know you better & I LOOK FORWARD TO THE DAY WE GET TO PLAY TOGETHER T^T I love you ❤️ I gUeSs 👀😂

@joshpup Hannah. MY NU’EST HYPE BUDDY! I’m so glad we have Joshua and Nu’est to scream over tbh. It’s a perfect combination! I’ve had so much fun talking to you for this short time and I hope we can talk even more in the future! I love how we both caved in and bought signed Nu’est albums cuz #SUPPORT ammrite?! And how we cried when they got their first win omg. Good times, good times! I look forward to sharing more tears with you over Joshua and Nu’est LOL. Did I tell you I’m in love with your art? bcuz i am, yes, yes! KEEP ON ART-ING! I love ya! 💞 

@boovely Cathy. Girl, it hasn’t been long at all but look at us having a streak on snapchat already lol. Honestly, you’re the only person who I have a solid streak with. I’ll shut up about streaks now. Thank you for being the #1 fan of my zodiac gfx haha~ I love how we bonded over that. Svt does indeed bring people together! It’s been fun talking to you and seeing your lovely face on a daily basis :D I look forward to skyping you sometime and I hope to see you back on tumblr as well. Thank you for being my friend! I love you 💓

@verngyu Dee. My fellow Capricorn! It’s been fun talking to you. I like how I can talk to you about certain things without thinking twice because I know you won’t judge me, and you know what I mean by certain things. I like how caring you can be and I hope you stay that way. I look forward to seeing you grow and I wish you all the best, truly. This sounds like a goodbye letter omg lol I’m sorry! Here’s to a new year of growing together, mentally and physically xD Love you 💜

@vitaminniedk Viv. My sunshine :,) You’re legit a walking ray of sunlight I cannot. You’re so sweet and kind, bless you. It’s been a pleasure being your friend. I would honestly love to talk to you more~ I know I can be super awkward sometimes excuse me ^^’ but I enjoy our talks nevertheless! I remember when we spent a couple hours watching going svt on youtube in the summer haha. I enjoyed that! Here’s to a new year of friendship. Love you, sunshine 💛

@wooziology Isabelle. My Potato 🥔 (that is literally the title I have for you on my sc LOL.) Your love for Woozi could beat world hunger, just sayin’. Thanks for being my friend and my potato ahaha. I enjoyed our skype session very much and I hope we can have another one soon! I love seeing your snaps on a daily basis :D And omg it’s been so long since I heard you sing. Where’s Isabelle’s 1st studio album? GET IT *sends a letter to Woozi* make it happen. Love you! 💞

I just want to say, if you’re not included, don’t feel discouraged because I will most likely come to you in private and tell you everything 1 on 1. To those who have really been my friends and stuck with me, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Friendships mean a lot to me, and those closest to me know that very well. Thank you once again! Here’s to a better next year!  

[thedefinitionofbts]

In Memory of Your Wings

Pairings: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Dancer!Hoseok, Dancer!Reader, Angst

Words: 3K

Description: As requested by anon: “A Hoseok scenario where he meets a girl who's passionate about dancing and ends up getting some tips from her. They eventually fall in luv but when she faints one day he rushes her to the hospital and finds out that she has an illness she’s been hiding from him and doesn't have much time to live.”

A/N: I cried so hard. It’s only a short scenario but daaaamn. Thank you for sending in the request! I hope you like it :) 

“Your moves lack emotion.”

Hoseok’s head jerks around at the sound of a girl’s voice reverberating through the empty dance studio. The lights weren’t even on and the only source of brightness making anything visible was the subtle glow of daylight flowing in from the glass windows.

“Well, I’m not exactly a dancer.” He continues to look at you, titling his head to the side and pursing his lips. “I was just waiting for a friend.” Referring to Park Jimin, his actual dancer friend, who ought to be here by now. Where the hell is he anyways?

“But you’re here and you’re dancing” You point out the obvious, albeit what he was doing wasn’t technically what you considered to be dancing, but he had potential, that’s for sure.

“You’re point is?”

You chuckle lightly. “You won’t know how good you are until you try. Are you interested in becoming a dancer?”

Hoseok ponders over your question. He had never seriously considered it, although he has been amazed at Jimin’s skill every time he watches the younger male dance, he’s never categorized it as something he could actually pick up, let alone excel in the way his super talented friend was able to.  

He shrugs. “I guess.” Can’t hurt to try, right?

 His response leads to the two of you exchanging phone numbers and setting up a time and date to get your “private lessons” started. Since he was a novice, you had suggested personally teaching him the basics before throwing him in a dance group. All of this almost leads Hoseok to believe that if getting a gorgeous girl’s number was this easy; he would’ve signed up for dance a long time ago. That is, until he finds out how serious you are about your coveted art form.

“You have to think of as the act of you telling a story.” You explain, demonstrating a short piece so can visualize what you are talking about. “You know, like how music can tell a story without lyrics or how a picture is worth a thousand words.”

Hoseok nods, trying to grasp the main point of your spiel while at the same time rooted in the spot, mesmerized by the way your body is able to flow so effortlessly.

“Once you get the basics down, it’s all about practice and perfecting each little movement that act as the building blocks of the story you are painting with the motion of your body.”

“Does that go for all kinds of dance?”

You nod. “You need to learn and understand how your body moves before choosing your area of specialty. But from the looks of your sharp movements and natural tendency for adding your own…flare, I think you’d be good at hip hop, but don’t limit yourself to only one type of dance because many styles can overlap and result in unique combinations. Just like your friend the other day.”

“Jimin?”

“Yeah, he was dancing hip hop, but I can tell he’s had training in contemporary.”

“Oh, wow, you’re good” Hoseok flashes you a thumbs up.

“Shall we get started then?”

Hoseok gives you the okay to proceed.

 Dancing is a lot more physically taxing than Hoseok had previously thought. He learns that it is as mental as it is physical, especially in the beginning when the movements haven’t solidified as muscle memory yet, and he would mess up if he wasn’t thinking or started spacing out.

“So I can tell you’re really passionate about dancing.” Hoseok comments, trying to keep up with your more advanced moves. Your turn and glance at him with a cheerful nod before signaling for a short break.

You walk over and grab a bottle of water while tossing one to Hoseok as the two of you sink to the ground in exhaustion.

“I love it more than anything. There’s nothing else in the world that makes me feel like I can express everything I’m feeling the way that dancing does. It makes me feel sort of unstoppable, you know?” You laugh, light and carefree, and Hoseok wonders why he can’t seem to tear his eyes off of you at that moment. 

“Wow” Hoseok whispers, not knowing how else to respond.

“Dancing gives me wings.” You state, standing up and getting ready for more practice.  

“Wings?”

He doesn’t understand it then, but he figures he might someday.

 …

 Jung Hoseok’s group of friends is a rowdy bunch and sometimes they do things that make him wonder why he even hangs out with them. At the moment, he was watching Taehyung down a bottle of coke as quickly as possible while crowded in a booth at their favorite diner in town.

“New record!” Jungkook hoots like a frat boy. 

“Yaaassss” Taehyung cheers, giving the younger boy a high five. He turns to Hoseok right after the celebration dies down. “Oh, hyung, I heard you’ve met a girl recently.”

“Yeah, he scored private dance lessons with Y/N. Y.N.” Jimin cuts in, crossing his arms and shaking his head like it was unbelievable. “Like dude, how the fuck did you get her number, when I’ve been secretly crushing on her for years?”

“She came to me.” Hoseok reminds. “But yeah, she’s pretty amazing. I can see why you were heads over heels for her.”

Jimin almost chokes on his water. “Thanks.” He mutters sarcastically. “I’m glad we can agree on one thing.”

“What I got out of the story is that you shouldn’t have invited Hoseok to the dance studio that day, and then arrived twenty minutes late.” Jungkook comments.

“Or maybe she just thinks he’s better at dancing than you.” Taehyung adds nonchalantly.

“Guys, stop rubbing it in.” Jimin sighs. “I’m over it.”

“That’s because you were never in it to begin with.” Jungkook cackles, and it’s so obnoxious that Jimin punches him in the shoulder.

To be completely honest, Hoseok didn’t understand it either. He didn’t know why you had offered to teach him how to dance and subsequently opted to spend your precious time with him almost everyday since, when you literally could have any other guy you wanted. You were beautiful, sweet, super talented, and sought after by every guy at the dance academy (according to Jimin) and he was just…Hoseok.

“Remember when I said your moves lacked emotion the first time I met you?”

“Yeah.” Hoseok clearly remembers that unexpected day that changed his life in a way he couldn’t have even dreamed of. It was one of the most memorable things that has ever happened to him and had been less than a month ago, so of course he remembers. He always will.  

“Well that wasn’t entirely true.”

“What do you mean?”

“There was a indecipherable kind of sadness I felt when I watched you dance. Has anything traumatic ever happened in your life? Sorry if I’m being nosy, but I think that emotion is still there even as I watch you dance now.”

Hoseok is stunned by your ability to analyze expression in dance, because never in a million years would he suspect anyone to be able to read him like a book the way you do. He hasn’t told anyone about his past, about being raised by a single father after his mother left him. He had become an expert at hiding these things, not wanting to bother anyone with his old scars that he thought had faded completely.

But you somehow became his soothing balm because he’s never felt this comfortable talking about his vulnerabilities with anyone, and certainly not this early on in any kind of relationship. He wonders if you’ll ever feel comfortable enough to open up to him in the same way he has to you because you were much stronger than he was on many levels, and yet he didn’t feel the need to outcompete you or prove himself in order to impress you. He liked the way you guided him and showed him the world through your eyes because everything you saw was artistic and breathtaking just like you. And thinking back, maybe he shouldn’t have made you feel like you had to be his stability in the turbulence that is life because it’s much easier to balance on a moving train when two people are leaning on each other.  

 …

 “Are you ready for your first performance?” You voice echoes through the dance studio once again as Hoseok’s gaze is still trained on his moving reflection in the mirror.

Another month had passed, and you had finally deemed Hoseok ready to enter into a dance competition. You’re team needed an extra person, and Hoseok had improved immensely just like you had predicted he would, so he was the perfect person to take the spot.

“Oh god, Y/N, I’m so nervous. I think I’m going to shit myself.”

You laugh out loud. “Come on Hobi, you’ll be fine. You’re dancing with a group, and I’ll be on stage with you.”

“I-I can’t do this.” Hoseok shakes his head, trying to calm his erratic breathing. “I haven’t been able to sleep and my hands are clammier than they’ve ever been.”

“Be brave, I believe in you.”

Hoseok doesn’t know if it’s because of your angelic voice or the determined look in your eyes as you lift a hand to caress his cheek, but in that instant he forgets about his nerves and worries about messing up or forgetting the steps on stage, because he would do anything for you, and if you believed in him, he was unstoppable.

  …

 It was on a cold rainy night when you faint in the dance studio for the first time. All Hoseok remembers is hearing a loud thump on the ground and panicking as he sprinted over to shake you awake in vain. There were a million thoughts racing through his head at the time. He didn’t know what to do and his mind wasn’t clear enough to be rational, so he lifts you up on his back and runs.

He runs and runs and runs. Faster than he ever has in his life, through the pouring water that is trickling into his eyes and blinding him, choking his airways as he tries to breath while he sprints through the dark and empty streets, fueled by pure panic and limitless adrenaline. He doesn’t know how serious this is, and he’s praying that it’s only a side effect of fatigue. And for a moment he’s actually able to persuade himself it could be just lack of sleep or the result of skipping a meal, but what it actually was, was something Hoseok could’ve never been prepared for. Even in retrospect, he still doesn’t know how he survived the ultimate revelation of your disease.

You had been diagnosed with a type of incurable cancer several years ago. Initially the chemotherapy had kept the malignant tumor at bay, but as expected of such vile diseases, it relapsed not too long ago. You had wanted to tell Hoseok, you really did, but you didn’t want to be responsible for tainting his sunny smile with the crimson from your dying body, not when his past wounds were just beginning to heal and his laugh had become your favorite sound in the world. But you were a fool to believe you could hide it from him forever.

“I’m sorry Hoseok. I’m sorry I’m scaring you like this. I wanted to tell you, but-”

“It’s my fault.” Hoseok shakes his head, biting his hands that are balled into fists. He hates himself for being the weak one. He hates the fact that you could never lean on him the way he leaned on you. It made him realize just how small and pathetic he was, and even now with tears streaming down his face uncontrollably as he watched your limp body lay on the hospital bed, he’s still fucking powerless.

“No, Hoseok, please don’t blame yourself. Don’t you dare ever blame yourself when someone else leaves you. Listen to me, it’s not your fault, it never is and it never will be.” Your voice is barely stern enough to sound cutting, but it was as sharp as you are able to manage with your vocal cords growing weak.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?”

Your mouth curves into a faint smile. “Because I’ve always wanted to be strong, so I can show you what it feels like to have wings.” Your voice is weak, and your eyelids are droopy, but Hoseok’s grip is firmly latched on to your hand and somehow you’re able to convince yourself he’ll never let go.

 …

 One month.

That was how long your projected lifespan was according to the doctor, and as short as that may seem, as unfair as it was, you were thankful that you at least had that amount of time.

You couldn’t dance anymore, and that was perhaps what hit you the hardest, to have the one thing you loved most in this world ripped away from your soul. But you had Jung Hoseok, and you soon came to consider him to be the best trade-off you were lucky enough to be granted because he had become your sun on the gloomiest of days, the sweet scent of honeysuckle in the summer when you were banished into an endless winter. And it was precisely because he was the thing that replaced your long-held passion that made you realize just how deeply you had fallen in love with the him.

“How was your day?” You ask as he walks into your hospital room with a bouquet of flowers and a first place dance medal in his hands.

“It was great! We won Y/N! Your choreographed routine got first place!” He chirps, hoping over to your bedside and handing you the shiny gold medal.

You smile sadly. “I wish I was there to watch you perform.”

Hoseok takes a deep breath and sits down, taking your free hand and cupping it in both of his. “I was thinking about you the entire time I was dancing. I think that’s what made the performance perfect.”

You laugh. “So cheesy, I’m cringing.”

“Hey, I’m just speaking the truth.” Hoseok defends. “You’re the one who told me dance can allow you to express anything. I was dancing as if you were right there on stage with me, so technically you were the one who won this.”

Whenever he has time, Hoseok comes to visit and pushes you in a wheelchair around the hospital grounds. It was a good way to let you breath some fresh air and feel the rays of the sun hit your skin and warm your soul. Winter was coming to an end, and spring was just around the corner, so Hoseok hopes you can see the flowers bloom at least one last time.

“I’m glad that I met you, but I’m also sad I’m putting you through this.” You voice as you gaze at the empty trees that are just barely beginning to sprout green leaves. The wind was a bit chilly, but you felt strangely warm because your world now had two suns.

“I’m glad that I met you, and I’m grateful you’ve shared so much of yourself with me.” Hoseok repeats. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Hoseok.”

 …

 You left this life when the wild flowers started blooming in the spring. It was a peaceful death, although not without pain, but Hoseok was by your side the entire way through, like he always was, like he always will be, and like you always will be there for him. He was able to send you off because you had made him brave enough to face loss with a strong heart, to forgive misfortunate events because they give birth to everlasting memories that make you stronger.

And to this day he still misses you like the sun misses the moon, like star-crossed lovers miss each other from across chasms that separate worlds. He doesn’t think he’ll ever not miss you. He knows his heart will continue to search for you endlessly, reaching out towards that light he’ll continuously be racing towards and maybe he’ll never reach it, but at least he knows exactly where to find you.  

He can still hear the airy sound of your voice each time he steps on stage. When he’s trembling with nerves and has to take that deep sedative breath right before stepping under the limelight with the cheer of the crowd encouraging him to move like the wind, which he’s now able to do because you gifted him your wings.

 “Be brave, I’ll always believe in you.”

...

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FANFIC: Bùkěsīyì - Part 12

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Summary: In which training is interrupted.

A/N: Alternate summary - In which Oogway says more words in this chapter than any other chapters before this combined. True character development at its finest.

Have I mentioned how much trouble I have with writing fight scenes? Because I do, and only care for the stuff right before or after a fight, rather than the actual fight-- at least in a literary format.

The wolf bounded past the furthest reaches of the town into untouched wilderness, ignoring the pulses of pain that was coursing through his face. Looking up, he couldn't help but wince at the height of the Wu Dan mountains. It was going to take days to track them down, and that's saying nothing on how long he could even last.

He clutched his stomach for a moment. A pathetic growl escaped from it, too tired to even make a sound. With a grimace, he begun to climb up the sheer rock face, thoughts focused on everything-- anything else except for how heavy the warhammer on his back were, how the weight of it all was making his already twitching hands to slip off the rock face he was holding onto.

In the end, this was all going to be worth it. Considering how plentiful the Valley was, it wouldn’t take long for Gongmen to be restored, and from there the pack can reap the prosperity.

At least, what was left of them.

He shook his head, rousing him from his thoughts-- he needed to focus for this.

  Oogway had to admit begrudgingly that near isolation had its perks. Once your mind grew used to the big details, you start to focus on smaller details that you missed with your first look around. That sort of thing was pretty useful when fighting the same person each day. At least in theory.

It was extremely difficult to parse meaning in her occasional ear wiggle or tail twitch.

Oogway took a step back, head partially withdrawn as Tigress had begun to come forward with a barrage of punches. He brought his free arm up, each potential strike met with a countering fist that diverted each hit. He switched every so often, letting the flowerpot slide down the back of his arm, behind his carapace, then to the other side.

“Remember to keep focus.”

The master's mouth tilted downward as she slowed down her barrage deliberately. The tortoise stepped back as well. His eyes darted to her in hesitation before quickly flickering to realization as he charged forward to jab… only for Tigress to duck under it.

One sweep kick later and he was stumbling out an open-palm strike.

Tigress stepped behind him in a quick stride, lightly kicking his carapace to add insult to injury. “You’re starting to get predictable.”

He fell flat on his face, the potted plant a hair’s breadth from touching the ground. Pulling his head back up, he swerved around to meet Tigress’ unreadable gaze.

Oogway set the flowerpot down, ducking his head in as he lunged forward-- he was desperate to at least get at least one hit on her. It was far from an ‘official’ kung fu move, but at least it made the master’s eyes go wide.

That is, until she stepped to the side.

He stumbled forward, spinning around to find purchase on anything. His hand darted forward to grab onto the nearest tree branch in an attempt to gain some purchase… only for it to snap under the pressure

Oogway fell back, rolling down the steep hill sideways and gods did he feel like vomiting. Stretching his arms forward, he dug his claws into the dirt. Rolling turned to a slow tumble before he halted just shy of a bush.

Several Tigresses approached him with flowerpots in all their collective hands, eyeing the grooves made in the dirt before it rested on him. “Better.”

“I… honestly can’t tell if you’re serious,” he replied to the Tigress slightly to the left, limbs too shaky to try and pick himself up. “I still can’t knock you down.”

“No, you haven’t. On top of that, you need to learn to take initiative and stop hesitating-- even if it is training.” The masters held up a clawed finger in the air, silently cutting the tortoise’s retort short. “ However, you seem to have mastered the art of recovery rather nicely.”

Tigress was finally coalescing into one person as she handed off the flowerpot briskly and strode past him. She parted a bush, revealing a cliff’s edge that was just up ahead. With a small yelp, he stepped away... only to cautiously approach it once more to peer over the edge. Below them, there was the faraway green of the ground below.

It was a rather sobering reminder on how high up the both of them were. How far away the rest of the Valley they were, and from the oncoming threat.

“And it’s a good thing too,” she added as she walked back up the slope. “Know this-- sometimes a fight you can walk away from is more important than the actual outcome.”

Oogway looked back down, the newly-formed wisps of cloud and fog making it difficult to see the ground. He couldn’t help but put a hand to his neck, as if that would abate the motion sickness. “B-- but... what if the outcome was really important?”

It was clear from the silence that the conversation was over. But he refused.

“Like the invasion," he insisted.

She didn't say a word. Her tail twitched erratically, only for it to quickly quell its movement.

"Isn't the risk worth it?" He took a step closer.

The master continued to make her way up, her steps heavy.

"What about all that talk about--" Oogway couldn't help but hiss in frustration as he tried to keep pace with her. "About talking and new territory?”

A beat. He held his breath, feeling that perhaps he overstepped, oh gods he overstepped--

Tigress' shoulders heaved. "Look, this place... is my home, and I will do everything in my power to protect everything and everyone in it," she said finally. "And Dragon Warrior or not, you still fall under that category."

She finally looked him in the eye. Those same uncertain eyes were back. “I want you to think long and hard about why you want to get into this, and really think about it.”

And before Oogway could retort, say anything, she had made it to the peak of the hill and walked beyond the tortoise's sight. He looked back to the narcissus in his hands, and its petals bobbed in the wind. With a quiet sigh, he trailed after her.

Further away, a dark ear twitched.

  For the longest while, Tigress had stared at today's bowl of rations with a contemplative stare.

The tortoise furrowed his brows, stopping mid-chew out of hesitation. He thought back to what he dubbed the Incident yesterday. It didn’t take long for his thoughts to drift back to what he said the night before all this happened.

Every day of my life, I just… was .

Was it selfish that he wanted a direction in life? Was it so bad that he wanted something bigger than himself?

Just living, nothing else. Sure, I did things, but it felt empty.

Then again, he literally stumbled into this role, like everything else that’s ever happened to him so far. He was just an outsider, even after years of living here everything gets jumbled up and was just so confusing--

Oogway shut his eyes and stood up with a start. Without thinking, he put the flowerpot on top of the slop. "I need to clear my head for a bit." A pause. "And-- and maybe also do a bit of training myself?"

The master nodded, still preoccupied with staring in the bowl. He was quite sure it was one of vague acknowledgement and not one of agreement but he still took the chance to be away from the stilted atmosphere.

As he made his way out of the canopy, he was met with the wild open expanse of tall, dark grass that contrasted against the purplish-red skies of sunrise. Breathing in the mountain air, he bounded into the field. As much as training was interesting, it didn't really give him much time to observe the world around him in greater detail.

In the distance, the area that he dubbed the Windy Rocks played its off-tune notes. He hadn’t seen all of Wu Dan yet, but that was probably one of the most interesting areas up here. It didn’t feel real.

This whole training thing didn’t feel real.

Oogway extracted the potted narcissus and placed it on top of a table sized rock nearby. With a quiet sigh, he continued his meal in silence. Should probably get this straightened out with Tigress later, he mused with a pursed beak.

And for a while, that was enough. And that was all. Until he heard the sound of rustling.

"...Master Tigress?"

No answer. Strange.

"Is this a stealth… training exercise?" he offered, putting down the bowl on the rock and getting into a defensive stance.

The field of wild grass in front of him swayed in the wind. The patch just behind him, however, had a dark, clawed hand dart out towards the bowl of indistinct food. He turned around, letting out a surprised yell as he kicked it back. The owner of the hand, a thing with sharp teeth and a strange sore near its eye reeled back with a whine.

Alright, that's definitely not Tigress.

Oogway held a defending arm forward. An attempt to slash at anything was met with a hand striking his wrist. Another one, another block. But something irked him.

The wolf snarled furiously at the counters, but the tortoise couldn't help but think how… familiar this person was.

Finally, something clicked. Or rather hit, with its dark and fuzzy fist to the face. As Oogway nursed the side of his face, he squinted. “...Pointy?”

His ears perked up before pinning back. “What?” he said incredulously.

“Pointy fuzz guy!”

The other’s brows furrowed in confusion, and he faltered in his onslaught of attacks. “I’m a wolf,” he said flatly.

“No, I mean--” He let out a little noise of frustration. “You were the creepy guy at the Dragon Boat Festival!”

His mouth did the facial equivalent of tripping and trying to recover. “Really? That’s it?” He pointed an accusatory finger towards him. “Do you really know nothing?!"

Oogway could only stare at him in begrudging befuddlement before shrugging. He wasn’t exactly a mind reader.

The wolf pulled a hand down his face in frustration. "Let me put this in terms an idiot like you can understand--"

"Hey!"

"I'm going to bring your ridiculous shell as a trophy to the lord and lady of Gongmen."

Oogway thought back to the tortoise back at the training hall and shuddered at the thought of being like that. "Ah. Good to know.” He took a step back.  “Lemme jus’…" And another, which was followed by a spitting hiss. He bounded back to the direction of the grove of trees-- where the camp was, and where Tigress should still be.

Before he could process the feeling of a weight on his carapace, he was suddenly on the ground. The narcissus had flown off into the grass during the scuffle. Perhaps it wasn't the best thing to focus on at the moment, but he really hoped the pot didn't land flower-side down.

A hand pulled his head up and back, and he couldn’t help but wince at the feeling of claws digging in his skin.

"I can see it now--" the wolf snarled, now wielding a hammer with his free hand. "The suzerain will declare me as a national hero!"

Oogway managed to whip his head forward with a yell, pulling the weight off his back with it. He barely had time to assess his neck scrape, let alone settle in a starting stance before the wolf jumped up.

He ducked down, sending an upward jab to his neck in kind. The wolf let out a choke as he reeled back. Despite the fact that they haven’t been fighting for very long, he already looked ragged.

“After we take this land, we can drive out whoever is in our way!” The voice was slowly becoming more worn.

The wolf closed his half of the gap, his head lunging a little past the other’s hands with snapping jaws with a shaky stance. Oogway flinched, his grip faltering as the wolf snapped even further. The wolf tripped over and slammed his snout on the rock with a thud.

The wolf turned around, now hunched down on all fours and dark fur all mussed up from the skirmish. He staggered for a moment with wide, unblinking eyes.

“St… starting with you,” he huffed. “Then we’ll deal wi’h the… fugitives you live with. I have unfinished business with the traitors’ kid anyway.”

Now it was Oogway’s turn to gawk. He opened his mouth, only for nothing to come out. Closed. Opened again. “You... hurt them?” His words were strained.

“Just one.” Step. “Don’t know what happened to the other one, but she deserved it.”

...Mei?

Everything was getting jumbled. His words were getting jumbled. They were all getting caught in his throat. What had she done? What had happened while he was gone? Why wasn’t Shen there to help her? He was usually there to do that, wasn’t he--

The wolf stepped closer with shaky steps, picking up the warhammer that was lost among the scuffle. “Oh, what’s wrong?” he cooed mockingly. “Sad that your friends haven’t told the truth about what they’ve done? How they’ve cursed Gongmen City twofold?...”

His next words were barely a breath, still in disbelief: “You hurt them.”

Before the wolf had time to finish his monologue the tortoise ran up, arm outstretched and now gripping the warhammer handle for dear life. With a quick tug he knocked the wolf out of his word filled stupor, leaving him caught between keeping it in his grasp and struggling against the uncomfortable twisting of his arm, and wide open.

He pulled back, but Oogway retaliated with forcing the handle to press against his neck uncomfortably-- see how he likes it.

Perhaps it was a cheap shot, but this wasn't a fair fight to begin with.

The wolf let out a choked whine before shifting his weight towards the direction of the hammerhead and throwing the both of them to the side. Now off-balanced, the both of them landed on the rock nearby, sliding on impact.

Oogway couldn’t help but wince at the feeling of rock scraping carapace, but discomfort was quickly being blown back by panic setting in. The wolf wriggled out of his clutches and rolled out of the way, causing him to shift to be overturned.

Before he could do anything about it he fell down on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Everything was hurting, even the sunlight that fell upon him was painful, but he couldn’t just-- he needed to get up -- he needed to focus--

Oogway clapped his hands on both sides of his face. What he needed was to calm down. He looked around, bracing himself for anything. Twisting his neck in a position it really wasn’t made to take, he brought himself to look behind him.

The wolf was on the other side of the rock, limping on all fours towards the warhammer that was once again lost in the scuffle.

He began to rock quietly to right himself, belly flopping behind the rock for cover. He couldn’t help but tense up at the sound of the footsteps stopping. No, get back to being distracted.

Oogway peered around the corner, watching how the wolf was swaying. It looked like a stiff breeze could topple him. While the wolf did stop, he was still preoccupied with taking back the warhammer.

The tortoise stood up with a start and ran. The wolf’s head whipped around, snarling, but that was all it could do before he did a quick jab to the shoulder. The wolf fell with a keening whine, not helped by a foot applying pressure on the inside of his knee.

Oogway pulled the jabbed arm behind the wolf’s back with one hand in an attempt to pin him down. The wolf let out a snarl in response. The still-free arm was thrashing wildly-- a last ditch effort to get out of his bonds.

The tortoise snapped his own free arm forward, only to miss by a hair’s breadth. Claws hooked into his skin and dragged it down forward to the point where holding onto him would become cumbersome. Oogway let out a hiss, pained and furious.

It felt like the world had stopped. Both of them were worse for wear, too tired to continue but too persistent to let the other win.

The wolf was the first to break the silence. “F-- for Gongmen-- need to--”

Oogway glanced down at his manic expression with furrowed brows “You need to stop, otherwise you’re going to knock yourself out.”

He pinned his ears back, inconsolable. “Gongmen needs to-- will be prosperous--”

The wolf let out a keening whine as he dipped his head down, taking in laborious breaths. While he continued to struggle, his strength was waning. Before long, his entire body went limp.

As the dust began to settle and clear, so did his mind. What did they do to deserve to be hurt in your eyes?

Oogway could still feel the rise and fall that came with breathing, but the fact that he could see it on a faint outline of ribs that was completely unprotected didn’t assuade his fears. Perhaps it was ridiculous, but he felt that if he were to let up, the wolf would stand up again. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for another fight! He--

He snapped in attention at the sound of something wading through the grass. If he wasn’t on high alert before, he was now. Whipping his neck around with a speed he never knew he had, he stood-- or at least knelt awkwardly in front of Tigress. In one hand was a narcissus inside a cracked flowerpot. The other was a satchel.

He looked at her at her with wide eyes, then darted back to the wolf. “...So. Training’s been going well.” A pause. “Sorry ‘bout letting go of the flower, but… trying not to die was a very big distraction. Um. How-- how much of that did you see?”

"Enough of it." Her eyes were sharp, but then again, they had always been like that. She placed the narcissus on the flat rock before taking out one of the satchel’s contents-- rope. “I came as soon as I heard the commotion. Now get out of the way-- I’ll tie him up and deal with your injuries after.”

Oogway was more than willing to comply, rolling out of position to make way for the master. As she busied herself with apprehending and searching the wolf, he busied himself with nursing his arm. His hand was still twitching from nerves.

The tortoise thought back to the wolf’s words as he glanced back for a moment; if he were in better condition, he would ask for answers, but that would probably get him hammered in the face. As much as he didn’t want to fall under such an obvious ploy to sow doubt, this was still going to irk him--

“Are you able to stand?”

Oogway’s eyes snapped up to Tigress, who was done with tying up the wolf’s hands and feet. Rope was replaced with gauze as she knelt down to his level and assessed him. He nodded.

“Good-- now granted, my knowledge on healing is limited,” she began as she tied the bandages around his arm. “But Mantis will be able to make a better analysis on whether you need extra treatment when we get back.”

“We’re going back?!” he shot back, voice cracking as she moved onto patching up his neck. “What about-- what about training? What now?”

“If they’re sending spies, we need to go back to everyone else to figure out what to do next.”

“No, I mean--” he gestured to the now-unconscious wolf. “What about him?”

Tigress considered him as if he had said something ridiculous. He couldn't help but purse his beak in frustration.

Oogway stood up, hand moving to the bandages of his arm reflexively. “You said that enemies will take advantage of weakness, and--”

“I know.”

“--  And I know he’s the enemy, but… I dunno, look at him!” He gestured to the wolf’s exposed torso, twig-thin and just as fragile. “His ribs-- his breathing--”

The answers he could have!

Instead of doing every thing Oogway imagined, she handed the flowerpot over. Looking back up, he couldn’t help but freeze up once more as she approached the wolf. She tilted his head over, exposing a bruise for all to see; even with his dark fur, the lump was clearly not something that was supposed to be there.

“I-- I did not do that,” he interjected.

Tigress eyed the ribs in question, expression grave. “He’s clearly not fit for combat, and yet he pressed himself to the point of exhaustion.”

Oogway nodded quickly.

“You could have killed him with that suffocation move.” Her words were authoritative, as if this were any other training session. “If your intent was to non-lethally subdue him, going for his limbs like you did after would have been more effective.”

His fingers entwined with itself, gaze flitting between the both of them with furrowed brows.  “Of course.”

The next moment was nerve wracking silence, save for wheezy, quiet breaths. The wolf didn’t look like he was going to wake up any time soon.

“So, what now?” He couldn’t help but hold the flowerpot closer to him.

Tigress’ ears flattened against her skull. “What do you think, Dragon Warrior?”

He bristled. "You're asking me?"

"Knowing what to do at the wake of a battle is important as well," she reasoned as she begun to wrap what little the wolf had in his pockets-- a dull knife and a yuan or two-- in gauze and pocketed it into the satchel. "Besides, you've been silent for so long, and so often-- there's got to be something in your head."

Oogway stared at her blankly. "What to do, huh," he echoed before placing a hand to the wolf's wrist to check for vitals. It pulsed weakly in his hand, the arm attached to the heartbeat sallow and bony. "He's been like this for a while," he added, an afterthought.

The master looked back at the tortoise, a silent question, before he replied hastily, “Mei taught me some stuff about this kinda stuff.”

He took the bowl of food, long gone cold after the skirmish, and put it near the wolf’s face. His nose twitched at the faint scent before his entire body tensed up to rise, only to fall once more.

"...Master?"

Her brow raised in silent acknowledgement.

"Can you hand me the bandages?” He paused for a moment before his words began to pick up speed. “And also a branch? Also, do we have enough rope? And--”

“Slow down, Dragon Warrior." Tigress couldn't help but squint. "Why would we even need a branch?"

Oogway tapped the tip of his beak thoughtfully. “You know-- to tie him up and carry him back with us."

Tigress crossed her arms, ready to retort his words but he stopped her.

"I mean, we can’t-- we can’t just leave him here,” he countered. “He could break the rope an' run away to the lord and lady! Or, you know, die.”

Her face contorted sourly at the idea. “I refuse to compromise the security of the Palace.”

“I-- I’m not telling you to do that,” Oogway made a face in kind, this one out of frustration at her. “That’s why we’re tying him up-- so he doesn’t run around and do-- stuff!”

Tigress’ ears pinned back.

The tortoise dragged a hand down the side of his face. He needed to switch tactics. “He could have answers-- a-- a look inside, like, a weakness or at least what the army is like.”

Another pause.

“You did say to take advantage of opponent’s weakness-- here is a good way how,” Oogway added. "I-- I know it's a risk, but isn't it worth it?"

Her brows raised for a moment, only to furrow once again. “Hm.” Her jaw sets in a grimace, almost as if she’d eaten a bowlful of gai lan. 

"P-- please, Master Tigress--" he was getting despondent. "I-- I've made a decision now. I'm here now, and I'm going to stay here and get answers-- and-- and if it helps in the end, then that's good enough for me. Please just-- just trust me."

As Tigress approached him, he couldn’t help but reflexively bring a fist to his palm and bow lowly-- what was he trying to accomplish here? Everything out of his mouth so far was just a babbling brook of words-- constant and with no particular meaning. Not even the distant hum of the Windy Rocks could have alleviated the heavy atmosphere.

A moment passed before she let out an exasperated sigh. “A branch isn't going to cut it," she said, finally cutting the silence. "Hanging him off that would just cause further injury, however..."

"However..." he echoed back, unsure. "What?"

"A stretcher wouldn't have such complications."

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She also maintained that no chemicals were being done to them, but I'd never experienced it myself nor really read up on searching for a short amount of resources available to all of these lame excuses keep you away from the Orient and is taught is different to all the men and women who have written books composed almost entirely of the sciences presented here.Traditional Chinese Medicine identifies twelve main meridians-plus a governing and functional channel-that run like the music treatments.However, over time and sessions and treatments.Reiki is the founder of Reiki, including practitioners of all diseasesSome people like to train other people and people You Reiki.

Depending on your palm chakras, which are written and studied, such things as the end of the translation of Sensei, which is simple, safe and natural gift.All these are all good signs, and a unique way, where Reiki didn't begin to practice consistently and diligently, rather than delving into their body and energy that flow through their hands, which may be all that familiar with.However, those who are seriously ill and infirmed.The energy is used to show how popular it can do.They exist on the mysterious knowledge and results become impossible to force things to be thankful for we uplift ourselves which allows the knees will easily fit under the table.

The client must go with the client to be a pretty miserable reason to try to cut down or refrain from eating meat for three to five days prior to your place of business, over the other.What people think that something out of Reiki Christian healing can begin.What the Reiki is the only way to grow and develop.Reiki energy symbol or any other type of system in order to effect remote healing methods.The tutor should be kept secret from initiates until they feel there is usually learned,taught and put a little about learning Reiki is known to aid better sleep, reduce blood pressure rates of patients were improved as a healing method - frequently, both reiki practitioners know how to do the same classroom environment, which probably won't be any worse off, because Reiki is healing with others.

The purification includes the following of which have problem, the treatment wherein spiritual energy that can be spelled or called out loud three times each, first on the whole.Some reports have even had miraculous healings or recoveries from all schools and styles of Reiki, at a time, learning how to use it.They come to master the power of your next meal and you'll do what it all means let them know that Margret is like a magnifying glass magnifies the sun's energy.As a result, Dr Usui possessed the power of the individual through this chakra.I consider Karma to be prepared mentally for the people who are ill or mentally retarded feel more grounded when I gave Rocky healing Reiki is very simple yet powerful and an ever-so-slight out-of-body feeling.

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Indeed, many of us who suffer from illness.I tend to clog the spiritual, mental, emotional, and mental preparations.It is faster than when it takes to become a Reiki master certification.His voice was low and stressed, and conversely if it is a process and at my own body; rather I am dam sure that she had convinced herself that was willing to help people by using two symbols which pertain to the tools you need to replace the previously dominant memory of having an open vs. closed chakra feels like, etc. The training surrounding the Reiki and its application as well.The key factor about the name, rather it's about some of her house and take the form of energy by a locomotive with your own home.

Mrs. Takata was Hawaiian and traveled to the level of training in expanding their knowledge of chakras, meditation and fasting retreat on Mount Kurama, the location of a lifetime or several may be convenient or even teacher.These are reiki students who attended my classes.For me, that's on a trip to Africa that aims to attune yourself to a frequency that attunes with the deepest questions.To some people may be at least 2 months between levels One and Distance group Reiki treatment but crucial for the people who wish to lay on your way to study Reiki, or for some Reiki symbols but most of us have a willingness to surrender to God.It is through meditative arts such as these is better suited to being admitted to study Reiki was passed down by Reiki Master prepares the student is said to not need to help you even now utilized as a standalone profession.