- Easy and very effective
- Requires nothing but your body
- Includes attack
Very useful to know, pass and share please.
I don’t mean to impose a personal favour on you guys, but I really would like to ask that everyone who follows me reblog this.
I don’t think I made it very clear but last month I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my friend (I don’t want to talk about it don’t ask), and it’s… really fucked with my head.
Had I known this a month ago I would have been able to get away.
So, essentially, I’m really pleading with you to reblog this so everyone who follows you doesn’t get stuck in the same position I was with no way out.
I mean again I don’t want the point of this to be my sob story or whatever but if you could reblog this it would seriously mean a lot
I want to add that in many self-defense classes, including the one I took, they teach you to fight back until your attacker is incapacitated. That means that once you are in a position of attacking them, you attack until they are on the ground, either unconscious or hurt enough that they are unable to get back up. This prevents them from overpowering you again and potentially hurting you more. Do not worry about “hurting them too much”. Their intention was to hurt you, so their own feelings are null and void. Your only priority is to ensure your safety and making sure they cannot pursue or overpower you once you have freed yourself is the best way to do that. Whether that means multiple kicks to the groin that knock them to the ground or a hard knee to the nose which temporarily blinds them, do what you need to make sure they cannot catch you again once you’ve freed yourself.
maybe i’m a goddamn bleeding heart hippie liberal but i’m totally down with paying an extra .50 cents for a thing of fries if the person who makes me those fries doesn’t have to work 3 jobs just to survive.
most studies show that prices would only have to go up by 1 to 3 cents in order to raise employee wages significantly
or, you know, the ceo’s could take pay cuts but that would be so hard for the poor multimillionaires
This is the only reason I’m happy that summer is ending. My clothes can finally appropriately represent the darkness of my soul.
Teen Wolf AU: Chris Argent corners Stiles, in an attempt to intimidate him. The reaction he gets, though, is very, very different.
Idea and gifs taken from here (x). I just did the writing. I also changed a couple of things of the show, I hope you don’t mind. Oh and sorry that Argent is the bad guy here.
If you want to request an imagine or a one shot go ahead and leave your request in my ask box! x
Argent cornered Stiles between him and the hard, cold concrete wall of the hospital.
Boyd, the youngest member (14 years old) of Stiles and Derek’s pack, got hurt very badly in a fight against another alpha and had ended up in the hospital. Normally he would’ve been at Deaton’s, but when he had been laying unconscious on the floor a police officer found him before Derek could. So Stiles and Derek had been trying to get Boyd as inconspicuous as possible out of the hospital, when suddenly Derek’s phone rang. Scott had called his alpha because Erica and Isaac had gotten into a fight and he needed Derek’s help to separate and calm them down.
So now Stiles was alone, in the third floor of the hospital, with Chris Argent pressing him against the wall and threatening him.
"What is your problem now, Argent?" Stiles sighed, trying not to show his slight nervousness. He might be the mama of the pack, but he was still no werewolf and wasn’t really the strongest (Derek wanted to wait until the next full moon, so Stiles’ days as a human were almost over), so he was still a little bit afraid of people who were stronger than him and wanted to hurt him. And a angry Chris Argent didn’t really look like a man who wanted to have a small chit chat.
"I don’t like the fact that you and Derek started playing family. We know that werewolves get stronger than normal when they have a pack. I’m getting sick of seeing you and your family acting all innocent over all these years." His grip on Stiles’ collar loosened a little bit, but not enough for Stiles to escape.
"We’ve told you hundred of times that all we wanted was a family. No war, just a family and there is no rule that says that we can’t start one. We might have a pact with you hunters, but it said nowhere that we can’t start our own pack." Stiles shot back with a smug feeling. He knew the rules, knew that the werewolves or anyone from their pack aren’t allowed near a hunters living. He knew that Argent would say something against Stiles and Derek adopting abandoned werewolves, so he read the whole contract to make sure there was nothing they would do to break the rules.
Argent squinted his eyes and let out a small growl. “If you and your pack won’t leave the town in let’s say two weeks, I’m gonna hunt everyone of your pack down and rip them apart with my own hands. Think about it.” Chris let go of Stiles with a dark smile and turned around, thinking he won this battle. But oh how wrong he was. Stiles’ breathing got heavier and his face started to burn from the heat of anger that was boiling up. He balled his fists together and cracked his knuckles.
"What did you just say?" Argent turned around, the small smile still on his lips. Stiles walked up to him, slowly and in a threatening way.
"Did you… Did you really just threaten me? My pack? Are you really so stupid to actually threaten me about my kids? Ever heard of ‘never threaten a mama with her children’?” Stiles let out a humorless chuckle and flexed his jaw as Argent’s smile disappeared. Stiles might’ve just called himself a mother, but he didn’t care about it at all right now.
"What are you gonna do now?" Argent asked. "Attack me? Kill me? Go ahead!" He laughed and met Stiles halfway. He pushed Stiles again against the wall and laughed as Stiles grit his teeth and tried to get free. He hated being so physically weak, and he knew he most probably wouldn’t have the slightest chance against Argent in a fight, but he had no intentions of just giving up.
"They are my babies. Their pain, is my pain. Their happiness, is my happiness. And you can hurt them," Stiles leaned in, very close to Chris’ face, who seemed surprised and even a little bit impressed because of Stiles reaction.
"I dare you to try to hurt them, because Derek and I will always protect our pack.”
Argent was surprised, because that was not at all what he was expecting to hear. he thought Stiles would cave in, be afraid, but it didn’t work. He didn’t want to let Stiles see that he was slightly impressed and shocked, so he played it over with a loud laugh.
“You’re Stiles. Skinny, defenseless Stiles. You might be engaged to an alpha, but you’re still human. Still fragile. You, Stiles,” Argent shook his head. “You can’t even hurt a fly.” And that was it for Stiles. He had no other ideas to win this, had no moves left, he lost. Or so he thought.
"You’re right, he can’t," Argent turned around and Stiles looked over Chris’ shoulder, only to see Derek standing there in all of his glory and a small smirk on his lips. "He can’t, but I can." And with that, Derek grabbed Chris off Stiles and held him up in the air, growling at Argent to not mess with his fiance or pack anymore, and threw him against the other side of the hospital wall. Argent didn’t move but Derek knew he was unconscious, because he still heard his heart beating. He turned around to see his fiance sitting on the floor, panting lightly because of Chris’ hard and strong grip.
Derek walked over to Stiles and helped him up. “It was about time you got here.” Stiles complained and brushed the dust off his pants. Derek rolled his eyes and reached out to grab Stiles’ waist, to bring them together. “Erica and Isaac fought over some stupid new video game. Scott almost started crying because he couldn’t get them to shut up.”
Stiles laughed into Derek’s neck and pulled away. “Sometimes I really wonder if they’re actually 16 or just look like 16 and are actually six in their head.”
Derek smiled at Stiles and stroked his fiance’s cheek. “You do know that Argent is wrong, right? You’re not weak. You’re strong and loyal and you’re stronger than anyone of us when it comes to your mental strength.” Stiles shrugged. “I know, but it would be cool to finally have physical strength too, you know?” Derek nodded and told him to be patient, the next full moon would be coming soon.
"Well we better get Boyd out of here until Argent wakes up, or someone from the hospital staff comes and sees us kidnapping our son with Argent laying unconscious on the floor." Stiles suggested and Derek agreed, opening the door to Boyd’s room to throw him over his shoulder and bring him home.
Home, where they ate dinner all together that night and enjoyed each other’s presence.
Stiles is literally us in every exam ಥ‿ಥ
Okay, so I was watching the second Hobbit movie the other day, and I really liked the scene with Tauriel and Kili in Laketown, so I did a thing. And then I accidentally 3500 words of a thing. I know some people have strong feelings about this movie, so I apologize in advance if I killed it AND two ships at once here. Also, this is my first work in a while, so I’m a little rusty. Nevertheless, I hope y’all enjoy (or at least don’t hate it too much). I tried to keep it as close to Tolkien-ian style as possible, so that’s the reason for the dialogue being the way it is.
Stiles sheathed his blades, and moved to where Derek had collapsed against his dark companion, the one they’d called Boyd. Together, they hefted the alpha onto the rough-hewn table in the center of what used to be the lakeman’s kitchen.
“Did he even try to avoid them?” He asked to no one in particular, noticing several arrow wounds in the werewolf’s flank, along with a myriad of other cuts, scrapes, and bruises across his chest. All were soaking his soiled clothes with blood, where they hadn’t been rent away entirely.
Isaac, the curly-haired Were lurking behind Boyd, spoke up. “Yes, but the orcs were too many and we too few.” Stiles rolled his eyes.
“I could have told you that from the beginning,” he snipped back. The wolf was nothing if not extremely keen on the glaringly obvious. There was a slight growl from the young wolf. “For what you’re doing, you haven’t the numbers, nor the wherewithal to succeed.” The next growl came from Boyd. He would tolerate no ill remarks on their quest. But Stiles paid no heed. “We wouldn’t have asked,” he responded darkly.
- pointed out acne
- treated you like a little slave (you get them EVERYTHING)
- made fun of people who you idolize
- made you feel like an outcast
- ever called you a mistake or worthless
- forced you to go to a place where you weren’t comfortable
- made jokes about your weight
- made you cry
- made you break down
- made you feel like you were all alone
If so I’m going to send each and everyone of you a message!
While taking put the trash at work, I kicked this little bag of pennies. Obviously, since I’m poor, a grabbed them and threw them in my pocket before going on with the rest of my shift.
Close to the end of my shift, I remembered this bag of pennies, so I took it out and counted it out. 7 cents.
My coworker came up and started talking to me while I was doing this, so we chatted, the entire time, this tiny bag of pennies in my hand.
Meanwhile, one of my managers sees me and my coworker talking over this bag, immediately thinks that it’s drugs, yells, and grabs both of us and drags us to the back room.
So, we’re sitting there, me clutching this bag of pennies in my fist, while my manager gets my GM on the phone, yelling about how we were “trading drugs during our shift” and “endangering ourselves and other in the workplace.”
Within 10 minutes, my GM was there, papers in hand to terminate our employment, talking about how they should call the cops. I started crying, cause they wouldn’t let me get a word in edge-wise, my coworker was actually texting his dad the entire time, trying to get them to come fight for him.
It wasn’t until the GM asked what drug they were that they finally let me talk.
So, while I was sobbing, I opened my hand and dropped the bag in my manager’s hand.
And he bursts out laughing.
Within seconds I had explained everything, the pennies, the situation, everything.
I almost got fired and arrested over 7 pennies.
Your manager is a piece of shit.
Sterek AU: Lydia senses that Stiles is going to die in Eichen House, so Stiles gives her a message to deliver.
Captain America under fire
Do not hate the kids who read Wuthering Heights because of Twilight.
Do not hate the kids who support LGBTQ rights because of Glee.
Do not hate the kids who call themselves feminists because of Beyonce.
Do not hate the kids who read LotR because of GoT.
Do not hate the kids who question beauty standards because of All About that Bass.
Support them. Encourage them. Protect them at all costs.
I don’t care how you learned it. You are learning good things.
sterek » modern day sleeping beauty
Something else for Sterek Week! Sunday: Anything you want but here’s a modern day fairy tale :)
As the night guard for the local museum, Stiles knows how eerie empty hallways can be. He’s been working there a few months now and he’s trailed through the exhibits many times, but by far his favourite room is the one with the Sleeping Beauty. That’s what all the kids call him, all the locals – and it’s them who get all the money from the tourists that flock in to see him.
Stiles likes to sit in that room with the stubbled man not far from him. He thinks it must be something to do with how he’s the only other living thing in the museum. Alive, but asleep. Golden script rests above his head on a shining piece of paper, complete with a short poem about True Love’s Kiss.
Stiles hates it. Everyone these days knows about magic or werewolves or the supernatural. Scott’s been bitten but he doesn’t like to advertise it even though the world’s tried to embrace different creatures and magic. It’s meant that security has become a whole lot tighter, protection spells and wards working together around the museum.
But the man is clearly under a spell, suspended in what Stiles imagines is a thick veil, a gap between the not quite living and the not quite dead. Each day, people from around the country line up to see him. They pay their silver and gold coins and then they kiss him on his hand, or lips, or forehead. Stiles hates thinking about it because clearly, clearly this is still a person. His body is being used for money and everyone wants to be the one who wakes him.
But sometimes it’s nice, listening to the sound of the man’s breathing. It makes him feel less alone. Stiles wishes everyone knew his name, and perhaps his curiosity was piqued long ago because between his hourly runs of the museum floors he finds the time to dig into the museum’s computer records. They’re confusing.
“Dude,” says Stiles, bleary eyed when Scott comes in the next morning. He’s one of the guides and he always has to arrive early to set up one of the children’s activities downstairs. It also helps that Kira comes at about this time too, taking over Stiles’ job. There’s always someone at the Sleeping Beauty exhibit. Always, and Stiles may have had a part to play in that.
The amount of money the exhibit brings into the town and museum meant that he couldn’t get them to stop the kissing of an unconscious person, but he did manage to implement a system where no one could get too carried away. Sometimes he thinks people forget that this man is more than just a body.
“You have that face,” Scott tells him.
“The face where you’ve done something not good and you’re going to drag me into it,” he says and Stiles scowls.
He closes the book in his hands. “There was a spell on him, Scotty, but on the rest of us too. I know it seems like this guy has been here since forever, but I looked on the computer records and whoever did the spell was lazy because they say he’s really only been here six months.”
Scott scrunches his face in confusion. “Huh?”
“This room used to have the bones of some dead person,” Stiles explains.
“So!” Stiles says excitedly, jumping to his feet. “That means that there’s someone out there who might actually know him! If I can figure out who he is and where he’s from, there might be someone who is actually his true love. Then the spell can be broken and he can have his life back.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
Stiles bites his lip, shifting a little on his feet. “You know the display in the glass case?”
“Those aren’t actually props. That shit belonged to him,” he gestures towards the sleeping man, whose chest is still rising and falling evenly.
Scott’s eyes are wide. “You broke into it.”
He clears his throat, running a hand through his hair and trying to act like it’s not that big of a deal. It’s not like he’s going to lose his job or anything if someone finds out. He’s sure that other night guards poke their noses into displays all the time. Not.
“I found his diary, or journal, or whatever,” he says quietly. “There are two of them. I’m going to read them and find his family, and they can point us to someone who can break the spell.”
“Instead of strangers paying money to kiss him?”
Stiles nods. “And I’ve found out his name.”
Sterek AU: Derek is kidnapped by Kate and he can communicate with Stiles through dreams. Stiles conjures up a plan to save him but Derek doesn’t want him to.
"Derek, what are you talking about? I just said-"
"Please," he pleaded with desperate eyes.
"If you find me, they’re going to take you and torture you Stiles, do you hear me? They’re going to rip you apart." A deep breath. "You need to understand, you’re human Stiles. You don’t heal fast and I won’t be able to protect you when I’m-“
"Stop thinking you need to protect me!" Stiles said in frustration. "You and Scott and everyone need to stop treating me like I’m made of glass. I know I’m human but I’m not completely defenseless," he continued as he placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder, "I’ve got my bat don’t I?" he added and Derek couldn’t stop the smirk he felt form on his face. "Listen, I’m coming for you, Derek. Don’t forget that."
"Give me a chance to be the hero alright?"