#danielslaw

[the-haiku-bot]

ANGEL IN BUFFY

THE VAMPIRE SLAYER SEASON

4 “don’t test me boy.“

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

ANGEL IN BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER SEASON 4  “don’t test me boy.“

[chisfics]

"Y'know I can feel you staring, right?"

"It's not my fault you're hot in a karate uniform"

[foolforbuffy]

the manuscript by taylor swift to bangel

She thought about how he said since she was so wise beyond her years, everything had been above board, she wasn't sure

gif credits to: @danielslaw

[th30ra3k3n]

maybe won’t you take it back?

say you were tryna make me laugh

and nothing has to change today.

you didn’t mean to say ‘i love you’.

i love you — and i don’t want to.

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for @danielslaw for making these gifs 🖤

[miyagi-hokarate]

https://www.tumblr.com/danielslaw/686777577802711040?source=share

i never noticed this until now, but you can see lucille dabbing daniel's forehead with a tissue if you look close enough 🥺

DUDE WHAT...OH MY GOD...HOW HAD I NEVER NOTICED THAT BEFORE...I'M GOING TO SCREAM...

OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO PASS OUT. DEAR GOD UGH, the CONFUSION and PAIN watching her own son be miserable and angry — but Lucille still tries to give Daniel a little bit of comfort, a little help while begging him to tell her what's wrong.

I know it's not anything grandiose for a mother to dab the blood off her son with a tissue, but the small, tender character moments like these make for the heart of the movie that feels so REAL. Like of COURSE, Lucille would try and clean that wound on Daniel. Of COURSE Lucille has tissues on her to clean her son. Of COURSE Lucille is worried watching Daniel cry and lash out but focuses on helping clean the injury first.

Lucille and Daniel's relationship is so precious, and I always wished that more of their scenes and moments together hadn't been cut for the final movie (and yes, I know a shorter runtime makes for more money, and could help with pacing issues — but I don't have to be happy about it...). One that I wish wasn't cut especially was Lucille comforting Daniel in that same scene, which is included in the novelization (and most likely in some versions of the script as well). She has a single line in the movie that comes from it, but I wish the whole thing was included instead!:

Thanks for pointing that out, Anon! Excuse me while I cry

[peter-pvrker]

Url change

deanwinchhester -> peter-pvrker

Tagging mutuals below to help sb :)

@aemondtargaryenn @inchester @danielslaw @olyphant-tim @darlingavasilva @sci-fi @logangarfield

[kiss-my-freckle]

Why do you think they have Klaus's expressions, the way he gets close to and grabs Elena to show thirst for her blood and tempt Stefan to drink it look like sexual attraction? I know you said Damon was caressing her head like a boyfriend in 4x2, but what about Klaus caressing her head in 4x3?:

https://www.tumblr.com/danielslaw/717299750374916096/joseph-morgan-and-nina-dobrev-klaus-mikaelson-and?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/danielslaw/703860787318505472/joseph-morgan-as-klaus-mikaelson-the-vampire?source=share

They sexualize most of their feeding scenes, probably because there's a correlation between bloodlust and emotion. Klaus knew exactly what he was doing in 3x5...

[yenforfairytales]

da-eun should 100% be obsessed with Daniel now and i need fics

SAME. ohhhh I'm so happy I'm not the only one. :')

it seemed like Da-Eun and The Fist believed it was impossible to defeat Silver and then here comes this ethereal woodland creature from the epic tales they've heard...

she was so ready to confront him. automatically assuming he must be Johnny. automatically assuming he was awesome and a fast healer. she's so ready to be impressed and in awe like Chozen and Johnny

and Daniel's yet to have a female rival absolutely obsessed and intensely in his face. imagine the chemistry! the smouldering!

Amanda having to bring out her inner Babe Ruthless

the possibilities are gold i tell you. it also gives Kreese another reason to lose his shit lmfao. Not again! LaRussooooo!

[pastorayu]

The Whole #BROOKLYN Needs to Pull Up 4 #SaheedVassell today at 3:30 PM in #crownheightsbrooklyn 826 Crown Street, BKNYC #💪🏽 #defundthepolice #endmassincarceration #mentalhealthawareness #blacklivesmatter #socialjustice #danielslaw (at Crown Heights, Brooklyn, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqf6i8EuUin/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[zayniners]

i love watching the 'thiam staring at each other' compilations because you can differentiate what theo feels towards liam and viceversa pretty clearly.

liam looks at theo as if the chimera is still someone he can't quite figure out, like he's enthralled by him but still trying to be cautious, even if at this point it's completely useless. you can see that he's interested, but most of the times there's that fade sense of wanting to take a step back.

he's starting to trust this boy who has been a threat in the past, and it's clearly something that takes a toll on him.

liam wants to trust theo, and deep down he does even if he doesn't realise it yet.

gif by user danielslaw

but theo. oh, theo.

he's just deeply mesmerized by liam in a way that is so OBVIOUS. you would think that him being a former bad guy and whatever would make him a bit more restrained but really he just does not seem to care at all. (except for that one time he gets free'd out of the cell by liam and the sheriff and says that they don't need to trust each other and whatever)

he's amazed by the fact that this relentless, passionate and strong boy exists. theo understands liam and wants to help him all the way throughout s6, learns how to get him to control his senses and impulsions.

it's beautiful to see the way theo stares at liam because it holds such care and fondness and CURIOSITY behind it, it's powerful.

gif by user rosesraeken

[80s4life]

When A Door Closes (Another One Opens)*

Word Count: 3,057

Status: Requested!

Ask: i have a request for john kreese. . . so basically he has a long day at the dojo, coming home in a bad mood, only to see that the reader has surprised him with dinner and lingerie. and he takes his frustrations out on her. with an age gap and daddy kink and maybe some fluffy (or as fluffy you can get with him lol) aftercare if you so wish <3

@: A spicy, SPICY anon that awakened something in me istg

A/N: Below, there is a provided link of lingerie I picked out, however, it doesn't have to be used and it can be whatever you choose. This is just what I used and described for this! Go wild!

Fandom: Karate Kid/ Cobra Kai Series (could really be any age of Kreese at this point, man never gives up on karate)

Relationship: John Kreese x Female!Reader

Summary: He works hard, day and night, 24/7, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year. The man lives and breathes for the children and Cobra Kai, but sometimes, and only sometimes, the pressure is just too much. Even for big bad, John Kreese.

Warnings: smut, fluff, daddy kink (as promised), lingerie, teasing, oral (f! receiving), age-gap pairing, strong language, aftercare, degrading (not sexual)

Masterlist Karate Kid Masterlist

Key: Y/B = Your Beverage (I didn't choose Your Alcoholic Beverage becasue some people don't like to drink)

{gifs are not mine, credits go to @danielslaw & @nautilusgf}

DADDDYYYY

Today really wasn't one of those days.

Not only has Johnny decided to pick a fight and come in with the biggest attitude Reseda has ever seen, but he also was unfocused, sloppy and directed every snarky idea he'd had at Kreese. Tommy was nervous and fidgety, Dutch was unbothered and unfocused, Jimmy was lost, and Bobby was just trying to go through the motions. However, despite every attempt Kreese had given, no order was to be set into place today.

Not when the tournament is tomorrow.

Sighing deeply through his nose, he gives it one last try, "Fall in line!"

Grumbling, the boys do as follows, trudging over and straightening their forms, hands outstretched stiffly before them, fists clenched at their thighs.

"Now," Kreese demonstrates a punch, high knee, defensive step back, high kick, then falls back into place, "Repeat!"

Begrudgingly, the boys try to follow along, but truthfully, only Tommy was truly paying attention. Although they were following through with their commands, they were tired, weak and annoyed. Since 12 this afternoon, they'd been hard at work, going through the motions to ensure perfection for tomorrow, but time's caught up with them and no breaks truly brought all of them to their breaking points.

It was in Kreese's best intentions to train them for their grand finale - their chance to prove their excellence to the whole town. He's overworking them, sure, but they needed to be ready. Not only to beat that LaRusso kid and his mentor, but to be able to leave that arena tomorrow as champions. He knew they had that ability, he knew his students.

"God dammit! Enough!" he screams, the children losing focus on what they were instructed to do. Face reddening, Kreese tries to calm the rage threatening to bubble over and consume him whole. "Is this a dojo or a fucking daycare?"

Straightening their stances once more, all humor leaves their faces, visibly paling under Kreese's scrutiny.

"Did I train babies or champions?" he asks, staring daggers into each one of the boys. "Hm?"

"Champions, Sensei!" they chant. All except Johnny, who instead, chooses to roll his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, Lawrence. Something you want to inform the class?"

Looking straight into their eyes, Johnny says nothing, doesn't even move an inch.

"I asked you a question, I will not repeat myself," he warns, gritting his teeth at the adolescent.

"No, Sensei," he spits back.

"Good," a smug smile appears on Kreese's face, "Class is dismissed. Get cleaned up, eat, get some sleep, and be back here early in the morning for dressing and bussing. We have a tournament to win."

With that, the boys move almost instantaneously, muttering complaints amongst themselves as they quickly take their leave, too afraid that if they were to stay, they'd be forced to practice more.

Sighing deeply for what feels like the millionth time today, Kreese checks up on the office, arranging some files, but otherwise leaves everything as it is. Too tired to do much else, he switches off the lights with his keys in hand, closing the blinds and locking the front doors with a soft turn of his keys. Hopping in the truck, he turns the radio off, puts the windows down and speeds down the highway, wanting to get as far away from the dojo as possible for now.

When his car pulls into the driveway, he turns the ignition off with a grumble, placing his head on the steering wheel in order to compose himself. It's only inevitable that if he doesn't drop the attitude at the door now, he'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

***

Hearing the familiar thrum of the engine outside, you quickly dry your hands off with a towel, going to check yourself at the door as you go to greet him. {x}

You can feel your pulse buzzing beneath your skin as you adjust the straps, making sure to pull the cups down and around to allow more cleavage to show, pulling the straps of the thong just a tad higher for your own approval. Giggling, your eyes catch the bow on your back, adding to the little maid touch you had in mind when you picked it.

It was a simple number, not too much and not too little, but you liked it. You knew of how hard Kreese had been working and the stress the dojo had been putting on him. Today was his night, and you were going to shower him like a king.

Opening the door with a wide grin, your eyes land on ones of deep frustration and annoyance, hands playing with keys as they jangle and rattle, locking his truck door.

Turning around, he stops in his tracks, eyes scanning your frame from head to toe. With a giggle, you lean against the door frame, giving a cheeky grin paired with a delicate wave, "Hiya, Handsome."

A small smile falls onto his lips instantly, walking up to the porch to greet you. Bending down, he goes to peck your cheek, "Is this all for me?"

Dodging his lips, you open the door wider and push yourself closer to the frame, allowing himself more access into your shared home. "Maybe, maybe not."

With a low growl, Kreese trudges in, placing his keys on the rack and taking his boots off with his feet, hanging his coat up as he goes. Sniffing the air, he smiles, "Something smells good," and beelines to the kitchen.

Standing at the door for a moment more, your smile falls a bit, dejection striking right through your heart while your close and lock the front door, jogging past him in order to prevent him from entering the kitchen. "No," you hold up a hand, "Go sit down. I've got this."

Without much of an argument, he spins on his heel, grabbing a bottle of Scotch from the bar as he breezes into the dining room, eyes glazing over the ornate display you've set for him.

The table was decorated for two, rose petals dancing around the unused areas with not much of the hard wood shown underneath the sheer amount. The plates were set on either end, napkins neatly folded with the fine china glinting under the dim chandelier light, wine glasses placed to the left of both mats everything way laying on top of.

You watch patiently from the kitchen, leaning on the island as you watch, waiting for a reaction. Acknowledgement. Appreciation. Anything.

However, he just simply huffs, apparently amused at the seemingly childish display of affection you had so patiently, meticulously placed. Claiming one of the ends, he sits down, peeling the brand new label off of the Scotch you bought today with his teeth, pouring a hefty glass into the wine glass on the table.

Once more, you feel the pang straight into your gut, trying to fight the wave of irritation at his dismissive behavior. No, his asinine, entitled, arrogant behavior.

Not only had he so much as given you a once-over, but there was nothing else and he'd only been here for 20 minutes.

Saving face once again, you put the kitchen gloves on your hands, pulling the roast out of the oven and kicking it closed with your heel. Slowly, you pace your way to the dining table as seductively and politely as possible, making sure to put on a show of bending over when placing the pot on the heating mat at the center.

Taking the gloves off, you put them back in their respective place, grabbing your favorite bottle of Y/B to pour into your glass. To add to your annoyance, although small and petty, you thought he would've had the common decency of getting it for you.

"Dig in," you smile, allowing him to stand first, filling his plate with carrots, celery, pot roast, mushrooms, and some of the gravy they were slow-cooked in.

You soon follow silently and before long, dinner is going by quickly without a word spoken. Your irritation had bloomed into self-righteous anger and you let it show, all of your emotion written all over your face and body language.

Sitting back in your seat, your cross one leg over your knee, arms crossed loosely over your chest. Kreese, across the table, sits with his hands folded on his stomach, legs spread and eyes staring straight back into yours.

You can't tell if he's testing you or not, but whatever it is isn't going to last another second.

"You gonna tell me what the fuck your problem is or do you want me to play the guessing game?"

He snorts, rolling his eyes at the snide attitude, "What happened to the sweet housewife act?"

"It dropped the second the Dickhead shot down all of her hard work she'd done all day."

Kreese shrugs, eyes boring holes into yours, unwavering in your stare-down.

"Fine, you won't tell me, I'm not going to keep catering to you. You can sit here and have your pity party by yourself."

Roughly pulling out your chair, you don't bother to push it back in, going to walk past him as you leave the dining room, throwing the napkin somewhere on the table in annoyance. Striding out of the room, you take your bottle with you, taking a large swig, going to the kitchen to grab your keys.

Spinning around, you are met with calloused hands grabbing your hips, roughing throwing you into the island behind you. "Get the fuck off me, Kreese, I'm going home."

He doesn't listen to you, instead, his hands play with the thin material of the sheer lingerie, stroking your sides. Head dipping down, his teeth graze your earlobe, "You're so sexy when you're angry." Slowly, his head dips lower, biting your beck lightly, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You're an Asshole, you know that?"

"You can tolerate it," you can hear the smile in his voice, tongue licking a stripe from the base of your neck back up to your ear, placing another bite.

Whimpering, you mentally curse yourself for falling into his games so easily, hands slipping underneath his shirt, playing with the shirt hairs of his happy trail and tugging hard.

Yelping, he pulls back, allowing you enough space to break out. Briskly, you grab the keys back off the counter and trudge towards the door once more. This time, you are able to make it to the door, but just as you open it, a hand tugs on yours again.

Pulling you to him again, Kreese hoists you up and over his shoulder, preventing your from any further escape, closing the door and locking it as it was before. "Nice try," he giggles, "but you're not leaving that easy."

Groaning, you punch at his back and squeal, a hard smack landing right on your open ass. Walking past the front of the house, he takes you down the hall to the bedroom, opening and closing the door, then throwing you onto the bed with a soft bounce.

Scrambling to spin around, Kreese strips his shirt, puling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. Grabbing your jaw with one large hand, his mouth collides with yours, your hands going to fiddle with the belt on his jeans.

Undoing the buckle and pulling it through the loops, you're quick to pull on his zipper, but his hands are quick to stop you. Rather, he helps rid you of your bra, pulling it up and over your head. "Such a pretty little thing, such a shame it had to go," he remarks with no remorse, watching as your breasts spring free, nipples hardening at the change in temperature.

You go to pull of your thong, but with a shake of his head, you stop your hands at the waist band, watching as he strips himself of his dark denim jeans, underwear close behind.

"Sit back, Baby," he instructs. Bracing yourself back on your elbows, his hands pull you even further off the bed until your ass reaches the end.

Hooking your knees on his shoulders, he bends down on his knees before you and with a sly grin, his head delves between your thighs. Sliding the thong to the side, his tongue flattens and licks a long, wide stripe over the entirety of your mound, then gives your lips one large suck.

Groaning, you arch closer to him, "Stop teasing, you've been enough of a Dick today."

A deep, full laugh, erupts from him, vibrating your core and making you whine again in want. Finally giving in, his lips attach to your aching clit, working in intervals of sucking and lapping at your moist skin.

Your hand attaches itself to his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer, moaning his name as the pressure starts to build in slow, pleasurable waves.

His tongue laps at your folds, occasionally flicking your clit. Adding his finger, another one soon follow as he works you open, your stomach tightening as you arch and flex at the impossible bliss.

Just as you feel the familiar knot begin to build, Kreese completely removes himself from you, backing away and standing before you with a satisfied smile plastered on his face.

Groaning, you throw your head back in annoyance, jumping when his hands find your waist again. Pulling you up, he turns you around and pushes you farther up the bed.

In annoyance, you attempt to get back up and tell him off, but his hand pins your head back into the cushions, the other placing weight on the small of your back as he lines himself up behind you, forcing you to arch up.

Stroking himself a few times, Kreese teases his tip at your entrance, pushing in slowly, allowing the head and then pulling back out again. Whining, you clench around nothing, his hand sliding his tip through your folds to gather your slick.

"Beg," he orders.

"Please," you muffle through the pillows.

"Please what, Baby Girl? You're going to have to use your words."

"Please fuck me. Take it out on me. All of it, I want it all!"

His hand hooks the small material of your thong to the side, he pushes in with one hard thrust, gasping as the sudden warmth and fill. Allowing you to adjust, he slowly ruts into you until he's buried to the hilt. You both sigh in content, giving a thumbs up jokingly as you allow him to move.

He starts small, but as he continues, the stresses of the day come back into the forefront of his mind. Growling, he grabs a handful of your hair, yanking it back as he starts to pick up the speed. Thrusting harder, you struggle to stay in place, hands coming up to latch onto the headboard, crying out as he continues his merciless pace.

His hand comes down to slap your ass, then gives another for good measure. His hands come down to dig into your hips, fingers feeling like daggers as they latch on, the slapping of skin and your moans being the only noises in the room.

The bed creaks as he slams in harder, throwing you forward as he continues his assault, another slap to you ass. Red hand prints decorate each of them equally, stinging in the cool of the room, your sweat adding to the force of each hit.

You whine, clenching around him impossibly harder. "K-Kreese."

"Ah-Ah-Ah," he tuts.

"D-Daddy!" you cry, white-knuckling the headboard.

"Go ahead, come. Come all over Daddy's cock."

You combust within seconds, jerking as he continues to ram you from the back through your mind numbing orgasm. Knees quaking, Kreese doesn't let up, head thrown back with his eyes closed. You moan again, your walls taut against his unsatisfied cock.

"Come for me, Daddy. Come inside. I want to feel you," you whine, eyes watering at the overstimulation.

Sure enough, his thrusts become sloppy and irregular, his seed bursting in you in hot, sticky loads. Growling beastly and carnal, he chokes on air, mouth wide open as he gasps for air. He slowly rides his orgasm, igniting a second from you out of surprise.

Feeling as his cock softens inside you, you hiss as he slides back out. He watches with bewildered amusement as he cums seeps out of your tiny hole, the white liquid dribbling out and onto the deep red sheets.

"Stay," he warns sweetly, going to the bathroom to grab a towel.

Coming back, he makes sure to lightly wipe, jerking as he pats your overworked parts. Cleaning up as best he can, he wipes at the sheets, too, throwing the towel somewhere on the floor.

Dropping onto the bed, you slip out of the thong, the material now a sticky and annoying constriction. Kreese follows behind you, laying in bed beside you, pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.

Turning to face him, you give him a playful smirk, "I guess my plan worked, huh?"

"I needed that," he grins.

You snort, "You need a good beating, too."

He playfully rolls his eyes, pulling you in to rest your head in the crook of his arm and chest, the other splayed across your waist.

"An apology would be nice," you joke halfheartedly. You really did want that apology, but that wasn't Kreese's nature; he didn't want to be wrong and most certainly doesn't want to admit to it when he is. "Just don't pull that shit anymore. I'm not just some punching bag."

He nods with a tired blink of acknowledgement. That's good enough. Pecking his cheek, you turn in his arms, tucking your head beneath his,. Your hands tangle with his, interlocking your fingers and with a smile, allow sleep to overcome you.

Just though the haze before you sleep, however, you hear his voice whisper, deep and low, "I'm sorry, Baby Girl," his arms squeezing you in just a tad bit closer.

BONUS!!! I found this meme funny and I've seen it a million times, so here:

[youandthemountains]

So a long time ago, I promised @cookietastic a rec list of danzen fics, and bc I am treating myself today I'm finally making it. First, complete works, all fairly short:

Aftercare: a drabble by @libertinepast for everyone craving something based off of Chozen's proclivity for getting his hands on Daniel

Untitled by @iamtheremin - look, you can really never go wrong reading anything by theremin, but her danzen fics are particularly beautiful imo. This is - I almost don't want to reveal too much because the build up is so beautifully done so let's say it's about Daniel bounding out as he does, curious and open and half-cocked even as an old man, and what comes of that.

Untitled 2 by @iamtheremin - A missing scene fic for season 5, Chozen POV. god it's got everything - a wonderful Kumiko and some understanding of Damiko's whole deal too. A play on the infamous NINY scene with a happier ending. WINGMAN JOHNNY god might be my actual favorite and nearly impossible to find thing. Misunderstandings. It's just so lovely.

draw the curtain, come back to bed by @youandthemountains - yes, me. Look, I know it's got to be in bad taste to recommend yourself, but. I do reread this constantly. I really gave myself what I wanted and I actually feel good that I communicatrd what I wanted to. It's also a missing scenes fic for s5, but this one is about quiet intimacy and rest.

@phoomwhoosh 's Danzen 90s AU - look it's what it says in the title, and it's so dreamy and sugarspun - in every way, sweet and hot. Enjoy a lovely Kumiko cameo in the second part.

I Know We're Karate Cousins But... by @merv606 - speaking of hot, some fantastic Amanda/Daniel/Chozen smut. Love this vision of the Larussos.

Old Acquaintance by @iamtheremin - As the luckiest person in the world, this was a fantastic birthday gift last year. Chozen reminisces about old loves and old selves as he enjoys his new present.

Last Thoughts by @danielslaw - beautiful missing scene fic about the aftermath of the final Silver fight. Wounds and near-death love confessions.

Putting Out the Fire by @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy - man, let me tell you. This fic. So empathetic to both Chozen and Daniel. So funny and lively. So sweet and charged. It's set in s5, during the cut the head off the snake scene. Finally Daniel's adoring smile there gets the good hard kiss it deserves in response.

Anything to be Your Baby by @macchiatosdumptruck - again speaking of smut, if you're looking for sugarbaby Daniel in a kind of Crime AU, you've got it here.

And now the amazing WIPs - some a little longer, but all so worth it imo

I Forget Where We Were by @ladyifrit - FIC OF ALL TIME. A fantastic secret santa, this is a Daniel/Amanda, Daniel/Chozen and eventual Daniel/Amanda/Chozen fic exploring the missing scenes from the aftermath of Daniel's beating at Stingray's house. It's such a good character study of Amanda and exploration of the Larussos, I love it so much.

Pictures of You by @chwheeler - WHAT IF young Daniel and Chozen got into sexting before it was cool, and became odd pen pals who exchanged softcore hot photographs instead of letters because vulnerability hard? WHAT IF you were craving a fic that felt like a Carly Rae Jepsen song? WHAT IF you wanted to read about the cast of kk2 with real, full lives and feelings and humor?

And some shameless WIP plugs of mine:

Like Tears in the Rain for CK Halloween (I know...) a loose Blade Runner AU. What if Terry Silver used those riches to work with an evil tech company to build a Daniel Android? What if there are multiple Daniels, only one flesh and blood one, and all of them feel like the real Danie to themselves? What if that sense of something wrong with them is correct for some of them? Endgame is Daniel/Chozen and Daniel/Amanda, but two different types of Daniel's.

Serei no Mai for the Secret Santa - a Daniel/Kumiko/Chozen endgame AU of the Lindsey Lohan Christmas movie. Daniel moved to Okinawa in the 90s where he helped a married Yukie and Miyagi run a hotel. Chozen ended up following Kumiko on tour as she followed her ballerina dreams. He hasn't been back to Okinawa since his exile, but when he's called to return home, a series of events leads to him being an amnesiac in a conflicted Daniel's bed.

[dull-c]

on my phone trying to screenshot that moment (via a @danielslaw​ gif) where johnny gives daniel that funny wistful look just after their little fistbump and accidentally caught this instead

[rosesradio]

i was tagged by both @secondclassfangirl and @ereiniel to show the last line of my wip and then tag as many people as there are words, which...i am the king of run-on sentences, so oh no

unfortunately this isn’t karate kid related, it’s hsmtmts, but here’s the sentence:

"The bigger, the better to distract from Gina from her life falling apart," Ricky replied, trying to heft the bear up and over his shoulder.

that’s...25 words. i’m gonna try to tag 25 people...i’m sorry :’)

@ohnoitsthebat @starsarefire824 @cobrakoi @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy @thevintagesugarskull  @alittlekittycat21 @izzymeadows @cirixwqnd @their-we-go @lousfeey @stripesysheaven @jinkx-monsoon-season @acewhofellonmyface @danielslaw @jazz-penguin @ifchickenscouldfly13 @lqwrvsso @whatismordor @candy-corn-slut @rickylover @indecisive-behaviors @nanceluvbot @sunhufflepuff @ririiswhoiam @phantomkaifangirl

done ! i tried to tag people who i think are writers but idk, if you’re not or you just don’t want to participate feel free to ignore this okay bye--

[amorphousgenderlesscryptid]

Kreese’s signature move is YEET

(gifs by danielslaw and issa-wasteland)

[purty-pumpkin]

ten characters, ten fandoms, ten tags game!

Tagged by @dull-c, thank you very much, Claire! : )

(definitely in no particular order:)

Daniel LaRusso---Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

2. Guillermo de la Cruz---What We Do in the Shadows

3. Scorpia---She-Ra:Princesses of Power

4. Claire Redfield---Resident Evil Series

5. Hawkeye Pierce---M*A*S*H

6. Zuko---Avatar: the Last Airbender

7. Catwoman---Batman

8. Niles Crane---Frasier

9. Kitty---BBC Ghosts

10. Luke Skywalker---Star Wars

Tagging (if y'all want to):

@hexstrike16 @memory-vacant @autisticharrywells @jwilliambyers @onekisstotakewithme @leonardcohenofficial @bipolarhawkeyepierce @morewyckedthanyou @danielslaw @a-la-orilla-del-rio