One of the techniques of the set called the 17 in Tomiki aikido is especially interesting, because it moves in three different directions at once. It can be turned into a pretty solid strike, which pretty much universally makes observes wince in sympathy, or an odd jujitsu-style dumping throw, but the principle behind it is best seen in the aikido variant. The tension created by pushing their arm above your head, extending through their body horizontally with your elbow, and sinking your weight when done properly manifests itself not as conflict between the different lines of effort, but as something that rather springs from that tension - the only analogy I can immediately think of being a good poem that has tension between narrative and lyrical elements producing something beyond each of those paths.

-Alka-Seltzer + H2O + a severe lack of gravity = cool (via Wyatt)

-to quote someone else, whoever's out there pressing the big red button for hurricanes, you can stop now

-sad and pretty all at once

-check out the gorgeous back of the girl in the middle of the (I think, can't tell w/o motion) S-dobrado