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okay, so I've basically concluded that sport BJJ's approach to choking is actually extremely dangerous in ways I had not considered before
(I long believed BJJ to be the least dangerous of the combat sports, because no striking, so nobody's punching/kicking you in the head (on purpose))
unless new information changes my mind, i will probably stop doing BJJ
(thank you to @onyxbird and @thebiballerina for helpful thoughts on this in the comments!)
(also, since I mentioned youth MMA/BJJ in my original post:
I have, over the past couple of days, read quite a bit about this, and I now believe that if you have a child who's doing competitive MMA/BJJ, and you haven't already thought about the risks, you and your child should honestly probably reconsider. There's a reason older combat sports like judo don't even allow chokes in <13 competitions, and often don't even allow armbars and other joint locks that could strain growth plates in <13s.)
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so i saw (and just reblogged) this post going around about how consensual (erotic) choking/strangulation is always edgeplay, because it's extremely dangerous
and I'm honestly a bit confused: I've never done erotic choking, but I have consensually choked people and been choked a lot--it's kind of a major part of BJJ (the grappling part of MMA)
blood chokes, air chokes, on the giving end and the receiving end, I must have done this dozens if not hundreds of times in the past year alone
and I mean, you're meant to tap early and trust your partner to do the same ("tap early, tap often" as the saying goes), but I've never heard of chokes being particularly dangerous--
in fact people will often say things like "tap early especially for joint locks" (most submissions are either joint locks or chokes, so this statement is basically implying that chokes are the less dangerous of the two, so it's okay to fight them a little more before giving in)
also my gym has bjj classes for like 8 year olds, and I'm pretty sure they also learn chokes? (though admittedly I've never watched the kids classes; I've only ever seen them from a distance while in a different class myself)
(and anyway, kink also has a culture of tapping early (or safewording as it's called in that context), so I don't really see how the culture of tapping early would make the bjj version safer than the kink version?)
is this entire sport just massively downplaying the risks of one major aspect of it? what's going on here? (Also MMA people do talk about the dangers of concussions and stuff, so it's not like people just don't care health/danger etc)
I'm just surprised I've never heard of choking/strangulation being particularly dangerous
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#this has got to be SO frustrating omg#poor dude#gotta wonder if the cops were just being obtuse on purpose at that point#like this isn't that complicated as a concept?#it's not *that* different from what you do when you look a word up in the dictionary
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You can only do 12 options in a poll so if you tie choose which one you prefer???
#90% wizard#also pretty high on monk??? (i'm atheist)#and fighter??? (i'm probably the least fighter-esque person i know. i'm very placating and non-confrontational irl)#i clearly don't understand what these classes mean (never played dnd)
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#the wolf was evil because it engaged in capitalism when it had the better option of fucking off into the wilderness [via @falderaletcetera]
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enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to
#euphonic brew#some great songs by them on spotify are#tale of a man who can't think#delusions#life had other plans#and#sunset#also shout out to the band klein four group#and the song finite simple group of order two
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gonna buy this god-forsaken web site and charge all y'all $8 a month to edit reblogs.
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It’s a bit unrealistic how Toph never made any counterfeit coins once she learned to metalbend
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mostly academic discussion of kink (specifically choking/strangulation) below cut
so i saw (and just reblogged) this post going around about how consensual (erotic) choking/strangulation is always edgeplay, because it's extremely dangerous
and I'm honestly a bit confused: I've never done erotic choking, but I have consensually choked people and been choked a lot--it's kind of a major part of BJJ (the grappling part of MMA)
blood chokes, air chokes, on the giving end and the receiving end, I must have done this dozens if not hundreds of times in the past year alone
and I mean, you're meant to tap early and trust your partner to do the same ("tap early, tap often" as the saying goes), but I've never heard of chokes being particularly dangerous--
in fact people will often say things like "tap early especially for joint locks" (most submissions are either joint locks or chokes, so this statement is basically implying that chokes are the less dangerous of the two, so it's okay to fight them a little more before giving in)
also my gym has bjj classes for like 8 year olds, and I'm pretty sure they also learn chokes? (though admittedly I've never watched the kids classes; I've only ever seen them from a distance while in a different class myself)
(and anyway, kink also has a culture of tapping early (or safewording as it's called in that context), so I don't really see how the culture of tapping early would make the bjj version safer than the kink version?)
is this entire sport just massively downplaying the risks of one major aspect of it? what's going on here? (Also MMA people do talk about the dangers of concussions and stuff, so it's not like people just don't care health/danger etc)
I'm just surprised I've never heard of choking/strangulation being particularly dangerous
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#I like to think that murderbot is at most a teenager#for optimum and accurate angsty teenage vibes#but also possibly as young as seven#yes this has horrific implications for murderbot considering itself beat up and secondhand etc#and all the things that low key mean ''old for a secunit''#it also makes murderbot bonding with mensah's kids extra cute#I think it'd quickly regret using this excuse but it'd be great anyway [via @falderaletcetera]
more clones should use their age as an excuse. stop yelling at me im literally two years old
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A watched B’s long fingers drum against the bare skin of A’s arm. B’s fingers were soft, their touch light, and A couldn’t help the thrum of delight that each tap sent through them. To have B’s touch all to themself was a blessing they were entirely unworthy of and craved more desperately than a starving man did a scrap of bread. On any other night, the gentle touches would have lulled A back to sleep, content with B’s head on their chest and wrapped in their arms. Tonight, though, A read agitation in the movement.
They bent their head to kiss B’s soft hair. “You’re thinking loudly, my love.”
B’s chest fluttered in a sigh, and their fingers stilled. For a long moment, there was silence save for the rustling of leaves in the wind from beyond their open window. Then, B shifted out of A’s grasp and A let them go, sitting up in the bed as B turned to face them fully. The moonlight turned their features soft in a way they never were in the sun, and it took considerable self-restraint for A to resist kissing them. Instead, they leaned back against the opulent headboard and waited.
“I do not want you to leave,” B finally said, not quite meeting A’s eyes. “It is selfish of me, I know, to deny the army of its strongest knight, but I am a selfish being.”
Privately, A disagreed. B had given so much to the kingdom over their life and never received the recognition for it that they were due. If A had their way, they would sing B’s praises from every rooftop with every breath they took. But that was not their place. They could protect what B had built, though.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” they soothed, but they both knew that wasn’t quite true. The trouble was on the far southern border, and they weren’t certain how large a force they’d be facing. Still, they didn’t expect it to take more than a week or two once they got down to the border. The days would drag by, though, without B by their side.
After a few soft moments sitting in silence and breathing together, B shifted again and this time moved to rise from the plush bed. A raised an eyebrow. The sun wouldn’t be rising for several hours yet, and A had always been one to sleep in when they could.
B grabbed one of their long robes from the chair where it had been flung earlier and shrugged it on. The rich material hung from them with all the elegance of a waterfall caught in time, and A wanted to slide it off again. They resisted the urge and stood from the bed, pulling on a borrowed robe.
“Come.” There was no demand in B’s voice, but there never needed to be when it came to A.
They followed as B led them through the halls, their bare feet against the stone the only sound. Eventually, A realized they were heading to B’s personal armory. Questions swirled in their mind, but they’re stayed silent, only reaching out to take B’s hand in their own. Their fingers twined together, and B squeezed lightly.
They stepped into the armory, which was illuminated in low, flickering light. It caught and glinted on the metal of the arms and armaments, making the instruments of war seem elegant and mysterious. B led them to a back corner, where several racks of armor stood. B did not often ride to war, but they had several suits for the possibility and for ceremonial occasions. A was familiar with them all, so when they stopped in front of a suit, they knew it was different.
B let go of their hand. “I commissioned this from the woman who has made every suit of armor I have ever worn; there is no one finer or whose craftsmanship I place greater trust in.”
A hummed. The armor was exquisite, of that there was no doubt. Even from their cursory glances, they could tell the armor was expertly forged to allow for maximum movement and protection on the battlefield. What made it fit for royalty, though, were the engravings.
Nearly every inch of the armor was engraved with various symbols of B’s house and kingdom. Vines wrapped their way up from the boots, sprouting the rose that symbolized B’s bloodline. Florets and other small details that A couldn’t name covered the gauntlets and creeped up to the shoulders where two ravens decorated the shoulder guards, their beaks open in a silent caw. The helmet was similarly decorated, with vines branching around the eyes. And on the chest plate, repeated over and over in neat rows, was B’s crest. Not the crest of their house, but their personal crest, with its proud oak and rising sun. Two more ravens nested in the tree, and A marveled at the engraver’s ability to convey such detail in such limited space.
They gazed at the armor for several moments longer, then turned to B. “It’s splendid,” they said. The words hardly did the armor justice, but B would understand.
The smallest of satisfied smiles pulled at B’s lips. “It is yours.”
A blinked, their thoughts grinding to a halt.
“I cannot keep you from battle, no matter how much I desire to, but I can ensure that everyone who sees you knows that it is in my name that you fight and that it is my wrath they will face should you be harmed.”
B’s voice rumbled with fierce possessiveness, and A shivered in response. They hadn’t exactly been hiding their relationship, but this was as bold a declaration that could be made without announcing their intent to marry. It set A’s hair deliciously on end, and all they wanted to do was kiss their lover. But B continued to speak, their eyes now angled down.
“You needn’t wear it, of course. Your other armor has been cleaned and repaired by expert hands and will see you through any battle you may face. I know this gift is presumpt—“
A cut them off, seizing B’s lips with their own in a heated kiss, pulling them forward by the belt of their robe until they were flush. B’s mouth fell open in a quiet groan, and A deepened the kiss. They poured all the words that were stuck in their chest into B’s mouth this way and prayed that they could hear them. The way B kissed back seemed to suggest that they could.
When they finally parted, their lips were red and spit-slick, which A thought was the best way for B’s lips to look.
“I would wear your name carved into my skin if you asked,” A whispered against B’s lips, satisfaction curling in their stomach when they felt B shiver. “I could not ask for a better gift. I will wear your armor with pride, and the world will see that I belong to you and you alone.”
B tucked their head into A’s neck, and A hummed again, knowing B liked to feel the vibrations in their throat. B nuzzled closer and nipped the skin lightly, then lapped the spot with their tongue in apology.
“Take me back to bed, dearheart,” they sighed against A’s skin, wrapping their arms around their neck. A smiled and obeyed.
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If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
#soviet national anthem#for some reason when i go through customs and immigration in either the US or China#i often get the Soviet anthem stuck in my head#like i've subconsciously decided that's the customs and immigration theme song#it's especially bad in China (i think the huge red flags with a bit of yellow in the corner triggers it)#but it sometimes happens in the US too
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just grinned at a tree because it was so green. what being inside all day does to a mf
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The Galena Evening Times, Kansas, January 18, 1900
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Do You Love the Color of the Sun?
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you should always remember that no matter how bad a knot is, it's still just a circle
--speaker at a topology conference
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