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i feel so lonely.
when all my friends are gone.
i feel lonely.
when the party is over and the music is turned off i feel lonely.
I am falling. Or am I suspended? I can’t see anything around me, just a void. Below me is pure darkness while above is pure light. I must be suspended because I’m not traversing into either plane. I float in between the two. I reach out to the light and watch as my arm turns the same color. I reach my arm down and watch as it takes on the visual properties of pure darkness. I pull it back toward me but the shadow draped up my hand and forearm remains. I am afraid. I don’t want to turn into darkness. I thrust my arm into the light above and watch as my arm slowly shifts through various shades of grey hues. I pull my arm back to me. The area above the grey has turned the bright color. I swing my arms up. I try to swim towards the light only to find myself unable to move from my center position. I’ve flipped so that my head is in the light but my feet and ankles and knees have turned into darkness. No. I want the light but why does the darkness claim me? I try harder yet nothing changes about my condition. I try to swim down. I figure I could wash the darkness off in the light, but I move down instead. I flip down to the darkness and begin floating down. I want to scream. I want to claw my way back up to the light. Maybe this is better? Maybe fighting for the light isn’t the path to go? I watch as the light gets further and further away until it becomes a mere dot in the darkness. I can’t. I swim hard against the void surrounding me. I need to get back. I need to feel the light again. The light begins to grow bit by bit. I don’t float up here. I can only fight for my placement. The light grows until it has become completely blinding. I put my hand past the line and see the darkness turn to a dark shade of grey that gets lighter as the moments pass. I fight to get my entire body back to neutrality and bathe in the light to wash off the darkness.
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As they moved through the corridors, up and up, towards the light that Aelin hadn’t seen in over a year, something felt off. It was too quiet. The sounds of pursuit had been replaced with an eerie silence that set all of Rowan’s alarms blaring. He ignored them, focusing on their task. As they rounded another corner, Lysandra and Aedion flanking them with the others behind, they encountered the reason that Rowan had been worried. Maeve had half of her army lined up in front of two double doors, armed to the teeth with shields, swords and daggers. Upon noticing the group, they stood in a defensive formation, shields up and swords at the ready. There was no other option, they were going to have to fight their way out, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. He looked to Aelin, trying to figure out what he should do. Their eyes met, and Aelin pushed herself gently away from him holding her hand out. She wanted to fight. “Aelin. Fireheart. You’re too weak to fight.” Aelin’s eyes flared, and although she said nothing, he could tell that he had said the wrong thing. She continued to hold her hand out towards him, brow furrowed. She wasn’t going to back down. He pulled his lightest sword out of its sheath and flipped it so that he was holding the blade, and the hilt was towards her. She grasped it with skeletal fingers. A small smile graced her lips through the hole in the iron mask she still wore. “Stay near me. Promise me you’ll stay near me.” She nodded, the movement barely perceivable. He turned back to the crowd of monsters that had made the last year of his life a living hell, he thought of what they had done to Aelin, and he felt a killing calm settle over him. He motioned to his friends behind him, and they surged forward in a wave, they collided with the rest of the soldiers, and he immediately lost sight of his friends. They were massively outnumbered. As he sliced and ducked, he tried not to picture his friends dying.
These soldiers were well trained. They pushed him back, away from the doors, towards the corridor they had come from and the stairs behind it. If he let them push him into the corridor, he wouldn’t have enough room to swing his sword. He tried to cut his way out of the band of soldiers encircling him, but they blocked all of his blows as if he were a programmed robot that was far too easy to predict. As he got closer and closer to the entrance of the corridor, he started to panic. They pushed him backwards, further and further until he was in the mouth of the corridor, instead of swinging his sword in the controlled traditional way that he had been taught, he was forced to jab and hit. As they forced him backwards, the panic intensified, and he took another step backwards, but this time there was only open air where the floor should have been. He jolted backwards and he felt his stomach leap into his throat. He reached forwards to grab onto something but found only a blast of freezing wind pushing him further over the edge. As he fell, the soldiers above him turned and ran back to the fight. He hit the floor, and pain exploded in his lower back just as he lost consciousness.
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Is it just me when I find tank Russian women insanely attractive? Like… Fuck me up. Teach me, I don’t care if I bleed.
Speedpaint here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgCogvRbkaE&feature=youtu.be
Just a battle of a century between two halves of the same whole. In the fight we got Cat (the birdsnake thing) the shapeshifter and Kit or well Kit’s beast form. There is more story, but I gotta have done mysteries ;) Anyways, enjoy!
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Brad Pitt in Fight Club (1999)
The first rule of fight club is that you do not talk about fight club.
No one truly knows how hard you’ve been fighting, until you lose.
Help I’ve made myself sad about Helmeppo again and refuse to do anything but sit here with my feelings