#karate adult

[chiakery]

Dropout newsletter this week:

Me:

[laniidae-passerine]

Oddly for a sequel show, Cobra Kai is putting far too much weight on the original TKK film. They keep acting like this is teenage Johnny and teenage Daniel going toe to toe, but these are adult men. They should have lived adult lives and processed adult experiences and emotions before getting to the beginning of Cobra Kai’s story. Why can’t Johnny ever seem to grow up in a meaningful way? Why does Daniel keep chucking his healthy wealthy family life to the side to get involved in random ass karate shit? Why do they refuse to truly mend the fences between them? I understand showing trauma affecting them and TKK being an important moment in their lives, but the show acts like that was THE important moment in their lives. Nothing was bigger or more life changing than that (basically a high school karate tournament that happened one time) even though they’re decades past it. These characters aren’t truly allowed to be adult men grappling with the past, they’re written like stunted teens who are simply walking through some strange daydream life where they’ve got kids and jobs. And if the writers don’t ever treat them like adults, they’re never going to act like it nor will they ever grow in meaningful and permanent ways.

[keen-eye]

they were SO wrong for harassing Kenny and fighting him and his very reasonably protective brother

we’re hitting you because we love you and want you to take us back, Kenny!! we know what’s best for you, Kenny!!

leave that boy alone!! do not drag him into all your drama again!! I agree Kenny loves karate and should work through his issues, but he can do so at literally any other dojo in the valley

[soupforsoup]

Look I know the ✨~trauma~✨ ran much deeper than that but imagine being robby at like eight years old or whatever and being told "yeah your father can't be a dad or even around as a person for you because he lost a karate tournament at seventeen years old and can't be normal about it"

[hiveswap]

Parents will treat you like expensive vermin that theyre keeping around due to being mercyful but the moment you wanna kill yourself it's suddenly bad

[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! 

[kn11ves]

emotional support group for autistics who got called condescending and rude as kids just for responding to things directly and still not knowing how they were being mean

[spellsparkler]

children portrayed in video games is always so strange to see.. it's always just a smidge off. they so rarely seem like they would gleefully beat the shit out of you if given half the chance. thinking about the tiefling kids you meet practicing swordplay mostly - the fact that not one of them tries to hit you with their fake weaponry is a travesty of immersion-breaking proportions

[cinematicbookworm]

I would like to at some point get back into martial arts but with like a legitimate dojo and not some style invented by a white dude in the 1990s and unfortunately while there are many dojos in my area most of them are either bjj taekwanndo or the aforementioned style made up by a white dude in the 80s or 90s sometimes known as ninjitsu as I’m not a kid my flexibility isn’t really suited to taekwondo and I’m not sure I wanna do Brazilian jujitsu and the styles I am interested in are all an hour away from where i live

[itstimeforstarwars]

For 2023 I’m getting back into my routines that I gave up on in 2022 and it’s genuinely improving my life which pisses me off.

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i'm writing down a bunch of rhythm heaven facts to put in a slideshow to show my moms on my birthday (which isn't for another two months for the record-) and i just wanted to share this one-

[eightyfours]

GIF REQUESTS ARE OPEN 💌

hello, beloved fandom. if you like my gifsets and you want to see more, my ask box is always open for requests. whatever scene/ character/ ship you want (and anything extra- i.e. colour, text whatever), you can ask and if it's within my editing abilities, then your wish is my command!

I don't accept requests for; silverusso, anything with kreese, any adult/non adult ship, most of the ck kids.

[nos7evin]

am i having Thoughts about adding a ck verse just because i just realized how easy it’d be to include ck in slevin’s canon timeline?? yes absolutely. ignoring the hitman in the room for a second, tkk begins in 1984, right? by 1984, slevin would have already been with goodkat for five years and i could easily see goodkat putting him in a karate class as part of his training. if that karate class just so happens to be cobra kai because goodkat knew of kreese from his old special ops days …. 👀

[pedulum-chronometry]

As current cool aunt to kids under 10 and a teen, can confirm. You gotta show the fuck up. Time spent is what that relationship is and you can’t buy their affection later like a shitty absentee parent.

And honestly, it isn’t that hard to spend time with kids. If fact, it’s super easy once you realize they are hilarious. Kids are quite literally walking shitpost generators. Things that come out of their mouth 🤣 😱

Just remember they need more running around and screaming time than you do and that their attention span is like maybe 50-70% of yours depending on the activity, and you’ll be fine. Just remember to actually go and do something. That’s the important part.

I know that a lot of you are banking on having little to do with your nephews/neices as children and then becoming their "cool aunt" once they become teenagers, but I think that you will find, upon analysis, that a random middle-aged woman stepping into a whole-ass teenager's life and arbitrarily declaring herself to be a "cool aunt" is, in fact, the least cool thing it's possible to do.

[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!

[nskarate]

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