#We're all adults here

[naralanis]

We're at the National Museum of Natural History

And we're being very mature about it

[jmdbjk]

I think he wants us to grow up some...

Besides bringing up the topics of mental health wellness, the dangers of over-drinking and finding out Jimin can turn out bangers for songs, there were a few other take aways from this past week:

1. Jimin has introduced us to the fact he says “fuck off.” I bet he says it a lot. If I had to put up with all the bullshit he does, I’d be grumpy and yell fuck off a lot too. I want to hear him say it while he’s reading comments during a live. While giggling.

2. Jimin keeps prodding us constantly and subtly by showing us things that are queer. This is not new. There is a message there. At the very least, Jimin is interested in showing us different ideas about gender identity using his own performances. Try to comprehend. Google is your friend.

3. Jimin tried to gently introduce us to visuals of him being touched intimately by women AND men who are not the other members. Touching his face is intimate. Touching his torso is intimate. Sliding a hand up his thigh was intimate. It was a touching gangbang... ahem... okay, that word was extreme, sorry, where were we? Oh yeah... anyway.

4. Jimin has images of people making out in Like Crazy. People kissing. Each other. On the lips. Swapping spit and stuff...well, I’m just assuming that. I bet he’s done that before too. Rabbit spit is spicy. 

5. Jimin partying in a club. With people. Dancing on the bar. Throwing back shots. Dancing with men who are not the other members. Maybe your eyeballs had probably fallen out of your head already so you might have missed it. Go find them and then go look at the video again.

6. Jimin is not afraid to show us his body art. However, he understands the power of teasing us and he wields that power deftly. But he sure wanted to show off his beautiful moons and he did. FINALLY!

I think Jimin wants us to grow up so he can show us the adult that he obviously is. I want us to grow up too so he can show us his adult themes. Stop telling any of them to what to do. They are grown ups. 

[karatekels]

Lesson Learned - Part 3

Welcome to the final part of my first-ever request! This is where the magic happens 😉 (Links to Part 1 and Part 2 are here)

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You walk into the main area of the dojo, so lost in your own thoughts and feelings that it takes you a moment to realize that everyone is gone. You frown to yourself, looking around. There’s no way Terry would have left you here, right?

“Are you ready?”

This time you’re startled enough to let out a shriek, whirling around to find Terry casually leaning against the wall behind you, his arms crossed over his chest and an amused smirk on his face.

“How do you do that?!” you demand exasperatedly. Terry composes his features into the picture of innocence, walking towards you with his hands in his pockets. He stops before you and shrugs.

“I apologize, Y/N. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he smiles condescendingly. You scowl up at him, crossing your arms, now certain he was toying with you. Who the hell did he think he was, winding you up like this for his own amusement? Well, two could play at that game, you decide, throwing caution to the wind. You drop your arms, reaching one arm behind your back to grip the elbow of the other and putting on a sheepish expression.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, Sensei Silver” you say breathlessly, looking up at him through lowered lashes. You watch as his eyes darken at the title and you bite your plump lower lip, both to keep from smiling and breaking the charade and from the sheer intensity of how much you want this man. “Now, you wanted me to show you that move again from before?”

He strides towards you, slowly but confidently, stopping just in front of you. You have to crane your neck to look up at him just as he’s bent his head down towards you. Quickly, yet gently, one of his large, warm hands comes up and traces the side of your face before gripping your chin tightly.

“I’m more interested in what I can show you, Y/N.”

Suddenly his lips are on yours in a searing kiss that causes your knees to buckle, but his arms pull you firmly against him, one around your waist and the other reaching up to pull your hair out of its ponytail with a tug before burying his hand in it. You moan into his mouth, having never been kissed quite like this before, and return the kiss just as passionately, nibbling his lower lip and demanding entrance to his mouth to trace his tongue with your own. He growls into the kiss, grabbing your ass firmly and lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. You easily wrap your legs around his waist, grateful that you don’t need to keep yourself upright anymore. This position lets you easily explore his body with your hands, running them all over his broad chest and strong arms, feeling his muscles clearly through his gi. You grab his ponytail, surprised how soft his hair is, and give it a cheeky tug. He stalks across the room with you in his arms and pins you against the wall, leaning away from you to stare warningly into your eyes.

“You’d better be careful, Y/N, or you might start something I’ll have to finish.” His grip tightens on your hips and you feel yourself getting impossibly wetter at the thought of what this man could do to you. You lock your eyes with his before grinding against him, gasping as you feel his hard cock against your pussy. He was huge, you realize, and let out a needy groan. Of course he was, you reason, everything about the man was absolutely massive.

Terry swears under his breath and lowers you to the ground, taking his hair out of its ponytail and raking a hand through his beautiful silver curls desperately. You stay against the wall, catching your breath. Had you done something wrong? Was he going to call it off? You don’t think you could bear it if he rejected you now. Instead, he holds out a hand to you.

“Will you come upstairs with me?” he asks softly, his eyes locked with yours. You take his hand without hesitation and nod, and he gives you a wicked grin, tugging you down the hallway towards the stairs. You find yourself stumbling more than once in your haste to keep up, embarrassing yourself in front of him again, but he looks back at you once you reach the bottom of the stairs, and scoops you up, tossing you over his shoulder and giving you a nice view of his butt, which you swat at playfully as he carries you up the stairs. He gives your ass a firm spank in return, causing you to yelp and then giggle.

“Naughty girl,” he chides you, walking into his office towards the far wall and setting you back on your feet in front of a large bookshelf. Grabbing a key from the top shelf – who else could reach it? – he opens a hidden door, revealing a simple room with a large, comfortable-looking bed.

“Why do you have a bed here?” you ask, suddenly a bit shy. Did he bring women here often?

“I am very dedicated to the success of this dojo, my dear” he murmurs against your neck, and your eyes flutter shut as you bite back a moan. “I’ve spent many long nights here, working alone. I don’t like to do anything half way,” his lips vibrate against your skin as he speaks, and his words are thick with implications, causing you to shiver. “I’ll have to thank my past self later for my foresight,” he jokes, tossing you onto the bed and looming over you as he takes in the sight of you, eyes shining and hair sprawled out on the blankets beneath you. “But you are the only one to see this room, other than myself, Y/N” he confides, and you immediately believe him, relaxing. 

“You are so beautiful,” he croons, lowering himself to the bed to your side and resting on an elbow to look down at you. You find yourself blushing, and you turn your head away from him to hide your face in the blankets. You feel the weight on the mattress shift, and feel him so close to you.

“Look at me, Y/N.” Terry demands, and you turn back to see him on top of you, his body propped up on his elbows on either side of you, hovering so close to your body but not touching you, his hair falling on either side of his face. He was more than handsome, he was… beautiful. You pull his face down to yours to kiss him again, and you both eagerly give yourselves over to the passion growing between you. Your hands run down his body to the tie on the front of his gi, desperate to finally see the body you’ve been fantasizing about for a month. He sits up the instant you untie it, quickly discarding it, and you run your eyes over his torso hungrily. Everything about him exuded strength and masculinity, and you ran your hands all over him, his eyes fluttering closed at your touch.

“You’re like a Greek god,” you murmur huskily, tracing his pectorals with your fingers. You tense up, realizing that you’d just said that out loud, but Terry just grins down at you before kissing you, refusing to let you get embarrassed. After kissing you breathless, he deftly flips you onto your stomach before pulling you up into a sitting position, laying against his chest.

“A god, huh?” he murmurs into your ear, chuckling softly and causing you to tremble at the sensation, feeling like an ice cube had be run all the way down your spine. “Funny, because my plans for the night involved worshipping you,” he purrs, quickly removing your sports bra and leaving you both topless. You felt like you were drunk, your head spinning and your whole body warm, and you needed more. Fortunately, Terry seemed to sense this, running his hands up your stomach and kneading your breasts. You let out a whimper.

“You’re so damn perfect, Y/N” he says, his breathing getting heavier in his excitement. “I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you,” he admits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You let out a loud moan and arch your back, pressing your breasts into his hands and for once not feeling self-conscious around him at all. “And now that I have you, I’m not letting you go,” he growls possessively, pinching a nipple and making you cry out. You’re grinding against him, desperate for him and nearly crying with how badly you need him.

“Please,” you whisper hoarsely, feeling his cock twitch against you as you do so. One of his hands traces up your body, wrapping around your neck and squeezing gently.

“Say that again,” he demands, his voice raspy. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“Please!” you beg, writhing against him, “Please stop teasing, Terry, I want you so much! Please take me, Terry, I need your cock!” He swears loudly, flipping you onto your back and quickly pulling off your yoga pants and underwear, tossing them to the side. He runs his down your calves until he reaches your knees, pulling your legs apart and staring down at your naked body hungrily. He leans down for a passionate kiss, gently running a hand up your thigh and dragging a finger through your dripping pussy to your clit and causing you to buck your hips against him, shrieking into his mouth. He quickly slides off the bed, looking down at you spread open on his bed, chest heaving, and locks his eyes with yours, taking his finger into his mouth and sucking your juices off, his eyes rolling back as he moans at your taste.

You whimper at the sight, your whole body trembling with need. He pins you down with his gaze once more as he removes the rest of his clothes, finally. Your mouth falls open as you take in his cock – it’s so big, and so perfect – and you lick your lips subconsciously, your mouth dry. He gets back on the bed, on his knees above you, and reaches down, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“There’ll be time to see what that mouth of yours can do later, darling,” Terry smirks, settling himself between your legs, “but I can’t wait to be inside you any longer.” Your legs wrap around him, your feet pressed against his firm ass, and you roll your hips against him, feeling his cock rub against your clit as you do. You both moan together, before you decide to take matters into your own hands, reaching down and gripping his cock, lining him up at your entrance. You shudder against him – your fingers couldn’t quite touch wrapped around him – and look up into his eyes, silently begging him to thrust into you. He rests his forehead against yours, and all you can see are his gorgeous blue eyes as he surges forward, filling you in one swift motion. You gasp at the sensation and he stills, giving you time to adjust to his size. You were surprised you were able to take him so easily, but you were so wet and needed him so badly it was like you were made for each other. Terry rains kisses all over your face, not moving within you yet, murmuring words of praise and encouragement. You’re grateful for how considerate he’s being, but you feel particularly naughty with this man, and find yourself wanting to push Terry’s buttons as revenge for him teasing you for a month straight.

“Show me what you’ve got, Sensei,” you whisper seductively, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself up and pressing your breasts against his chest. He looks down at you, eyebrow raised as if challenging you, his lips quirked in amusement. “No mercy,” you demand, and he growls, and spends the night showing you just how merciless he can be.

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Hope you enjoyed, anon! Thanks again for the request! 

[campingwiththecharmings]

when they tell you the job is filled, but it's still listed on their website 😒

[mccleans]

not to be crass but it's rly me and my satisfier pro against the world. that's my best friend right there

[timetoddddavis]

Not to make a big deal out of it, but are we gonna talk about how Gira is wearing a harness under that cloak? It looks very nice, and I also like to wear them in my own way, but the truth is this: The gentleman is wearing a harness.

[dogwhizzer]

'category ten fag moment' 'category five lesbian moment' ladies you can just say you're aroused

[chappell-roans]

i think it’s kinda funny that there used to be this big push for like equal nudity between men and women in tv/film and now that it’s getting better in a lot of ways people always complain about it and now just how did things change that quickly to become so fucking sex negative

[actual-corpse]

Fam... is it wrong to be attracted to your teacher?

[karatekels]

Omg how slow of me, but I would love it if it would be from CK Terry, idk there's something ab him with his slick back ponytail and his silver hair☺️, he's just so handsome he's a silver fox foresure, thanks ❤️

I’m 100% with you about CK Terry – I find his quiet, controlled plotting a lot more attractive than his… y’know, screaming maniacally at Kreese over the phone in KK3 (though I also appreciate him in the bath!).

Here you are, anon, I hope you enjoy! This is just part 1!

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Lesson Learned - Part 1

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Just breathe. Stay focused.

This was the mantra you were repeating constantly to yourself as you paced across the street from the Cobra Kai dojo, five minutes before the evening adult karate class was scheduled to begin. You had been taking classes twice a week for six months now from Sensei Kim Da-Eun, and had been a fast learner, quickly rising to the top of the class in the first few months. But last month, Kim had been joined in leading your classes by another sensei, the owner of the dojo. Having just dominated the All Valley tournament, Sensei Terry Silver had decided to hand off the mentoring of the teenagers to the other senseis over the summer to see how Kim had been training the adult students.

The first time he watched you spar with another student, you’d gotten distracted by his piercing blue eyes and tripped over your own feet.

The third time he showed up to lead the class, you were unable to mimic the move he was trying to teach you, as you couldn’t stop daydreaming about what his strong body could do with you.

And finally, last week as you were drinking from the water fountain, he had surprised you, causing you to gasp and sputter as you coughed up water. He hadn’t even done it on purpose, you were sure, but suddenly hearing his low voice – “Good evening, Y/N.” – had sent a shiver down your spine.

In short, you had embarrassed yourself in front of Terry at every opportunity, and were determined to prove yourself in front of him today. You were a damn good fighter, and, more importantly, a grown woman who did not act like a blushing schoolgirl from being in the presence of an attractive man.

Taking a deep breath to steel yourself, you crossed the street and entered the dojo with confidence.

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Terry chuckled to himself in his office, having watched you across the street through the dojo’s security cameras. After ten minutes of pacing and muttering to yourself, you had strutted across the street and thrown open the door to Cobra Kai. Not a bad show of bravado, Terry mused, but you’d be more convincing if he couldn’t see the bright blush on your cheeks from across the street.

He was an incredibly confident man – cocky, in fact – but he knew it wasn’t his ego twisting his perception. Anyone that saw you around him would be able to see your infatuation with him, and while he had been with many gorgeous, successful women in the past, something about the way you tried to resist the pull you felt towards him was so damn charming that he found himself entranced by you.

He had first seen you on the security cameras while working in his office one night. You were a quick study, and he was impressed by your rapid progress, but had been focused on running Danny-Boy’s dojo into the ground and couldn’t investigate you further. Now that that had been dealt with – he smirked at the memory – he found he had time to take a special interest in the adult karate class.

You were even more stunning up close than you were through the security camera feed on his laptop, and he found that he couldn’t take his eyes off of you that first day. He maintained his composure and bit back a smirk as you tripped over yourself during that first spar before him, enjoying the ego-stroking as his presence had managed to distract you so thoroughly.

Over the next month, he had had the time of his life toying with you, keeping up the façade of the firm but caring sensei and going out of his way to seeing how he could distract you. He took great pleasure in watching your face – eyes darkened, lips slightly parted, and that blush – as he demonstrated moves in front of the class. The last straw for him had been last week, when he’d spotted you bent over the water fountain, giving him a perfect view of your ass and the curve of your spine, and he’d almost snapped and taken you right there. Instead, he had smirked, silently approaching you and saying hello to you in his huskiest voice, practically purring your name. He was rewarded with a gasp and saw your whole body shiver, and the memory had been making nightly appearances in his fantasies ever since. He hadn’t even touched you yet, but after a month of teasing had decided to put an end to that.

Watching you now, he knew you were more determined than ever to hide your little crush, which served to only strengthen his resolve. He did so love a challenge; it made the victory so much sweeter.

Part 2 here! Part 3 here!

[starflungwaddledee]

at long last i present... a proper starstruck dee reference sheet! 🎀✨ have a peruse and learn a little bit (but not too much!) about this totally normal waddle dee!

[ask-stjerne-and-logan]

This. I agree with most of this.

I know Sis (my sister) and I have had our complaints about the last few volumes, especially how they handled team RWBY and the situation as a whole.

It could have gone a lot better.

This is not a trolley problem with x number of people from Mantle on one side and y number of people from Atlas on the other. This is a trolley problem with a wealthy and powerful person on one track, and a disadvantaged person an alternate track, and Ironwood choosing to pull the lever instead of trying to stop the trolley.

Everyone brings this up but ignores how they spent an entire episode evacuating what's implied to be hundreds of people in Mantle, so what it should be is "this is a trolley problem with people who live in a floating state and some people we just evacuated vs. people we could try to evacuate but risk Salem catching us and all of us dying, rendering all our efforts for naught." The mere fact that the post has to address that we can't just rationally think about the evacuation process is an oxymoron because it's asking us to ignore what we've seen on screen. It's like how Cinder said "thousands". You can't just ignore that and then go "we don't actually know what thousands mean".

RWBY's solution isn't much better. Their "plan" is the equivalent of pulling Ironwood away from the lever and then blaming him for putting it there in the first place despite Salem being the out of control Trolley. And then when the trolley hits the larger portion of people, both teams are like "welp, can't be helped" and the only reason Salem is even dealt with in the first place is because a third party (Neo) forced the situation onto one of the teams.

Also, can we bring up the irony that RWBY disagrees with sacrifices despite the fact that literally any time they got a victory in Volume 8, it was brought about through a sacrifice? Salem's temporary defeat? Hazel sacrificed himself. Winter turning the tide of battle and the evacuation? Penny let Jaune slit her throat. Mantle being saved (despite the fact that it would have been emptied and then it would have been destroyed by Atlas falling)? Vine took the bomb. Hell, them saving Penny required them sacrificing Atlas and Mantle in the first place.

They say the theme is cooperation, and, you know, I can see it. Volume 7 clearly showed that the consequence of not having that results in the shitstorm that is Volume 8. The lack of cooperation between teammates (that aren't into each other) is what nearly led a certain curious cat with the ability to basically summon an army of the dead to invade Remnant.

This is obviously not a show about hard men making hard choices (despite Volume 8's big climatic moment being a hard man making a hard choice to kill the one girl they spent all Volume trying to protect), nor is it about cold-blooded calculations to pull up the ladder (despite Ruby basically making the decisions for Penny to the point where assisted suicide was considered her "one true choice").

But it's clearly not about empathy or compassion or cooperation. It's about throwing enough of a hissy fit that God Alice The Tree THE POOPSMITH has to give you a pat on the back and say how you did nothing wrong before sending you to an alternate universe (because 2023 is the year of the multiverse) where your gambit succeeded.

[couch-house]

accidentally calling your teacher dad except he's actually your dad so nobody thinks it's a big deal but you still feel like you just called your teacher dad in front of all your friends and they won't think you're cool anymore even though you're pushing 30 and none of your friends think you're cool anyway.

[cinamun]

Sometimes the task before you seems impossible....

[soracities]

if we should protect children because they are vunerable, this means you would protect cruel children who bullies people who different than them then. the children who responsible to trauma for someone else's entire years

You're assuming that "protecting" children is the same as absolving them of responsibility and that's not what I said. All children are vulnerable, because all children are children; they don't come out of the womb with a perfectly working moral compass anymore than they come out of it waiting to hurt people--they're vulnerable because their understanding of the world is entirely at the mercy of what we, as adults, consistently tell them and show them. Children behaving cruelly aren't exempt from that--they learn that cruelty from somewhere, or someone. Your job, as the adult, is to make sure they understand that it's unacceptable so it will not happen again--but your job is also to ask why someone that young is behaving this way to begin with, so you can ensure they become better.

"Protecting" kids is not ignoring when they hurt or torment others, it's not refusing to teach them consequences or right from wrong, it's not "zero tolerance" policies in schools that treat a child being bullied and the child bullying them as equal instigators, and it's certainly not protecting them from recognizing, and atoning for, the pain they have caused someone else. You don't have to make peace with the now-adults who hurt you when you both were kids, but you cannot let the horrors of your own childhood impact how you treat or respond to the children living theirs around you right now, either.

You don't protect kids so they can get a free pass for bullying or tormenting another child. You protect them because kids are impulsive, emotionally reactive, and profoundly social (which means deeply impressionable) human beings who are still learning & processing insane amounts of information every day about what it means to be alive, to be alive as yourself, to be alive as yourself with other people. Protecting them is realising that you can't isolate the responsibility of a 10 year old from the bigger responsibility of the literal grown adults around them, adults who are in charge of teaching them about the world and how to behave in it. Whether you have children of your own in the future or not is completely irrelevant to this; we all become those adults eventually--no matter what happened to us as kids.

[just-in-case-iloveyou]

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