#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! 

[luigis-slut]

So did any other autistic people have ABA therapists encourage your parents to have you participate in a "variety of activities" as a young kid to prevent you from developing special interests?

Did that prevent you from practicing an activity long-term, thus keeping you from being good at anything? And as an adult, did that inhibit your ability to develop hobbies and find interests that you're passionate about?

Because that’s sure what it did to me.

[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.

[nordic-language-love]

think i’m gonna get back into martial arts when i move to japan. maybe ju-jitsu, maybe judo. think it’d be a wasted opportunity to not learn a japanese martial art while actually in japan.

[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.

[karatekels]

Lesson Learned - Part 2

Part 2 of Anon's request! (Part 1 here)

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You entered the dojo just as the class started, and felt yourself tense up despite your best efforts not to as you scanned the room, looking for Terry. You didn’t spot him, but saw Sensei Kim and several other people in gis identifying them as senseis as well. Strange, they almost outnumbered the students, as there were only eight of you in the class.

You went through the motions of the warm ups mindlessly, disappointed that Terry wasn’t there. You’d really amped yourself up before walking in here tonight, ready to prove that you weren’t a lovestruck fool. Still, perhaps this was a good thing; you had come to the dojo to learn karate, not to drool over a man, especially one old enough to be your father. Finishing your warm ups, you turned your attention to Sensei Kim and the row of senseis behind her.

“Today we will be testing your strengths individually, which is why the other senseis have joined us this evening,” Kim begins, and you feel like she’s sizing each of you up as opponents with her gaze. “You will each be paired up with a sensei who will push you in your training to see where you need to improve. Expect to be hurting by the end,” she warns, then moves to start pairing up students and instructors. There are only seven senseis, and eight of you, and as people are paired up you realize it’s going to be you and another student against Sensei Kim. You really didn’t feel like getting your ass kicked by the fierce woman today, but at least this was something you signed up for.

“Apologies for being late, Sensei Kim,” comes a smooth voice from right behind you, and you barely keep yourself from yelping as you jump in surprise, watching Terry calmly walk past you to his colleague. The two have a brief conversation, but you can’t say you hear anything over the loud thumping of your racing heart. He’d caught you off guard, and you berated yourself in your head as you tried to calm down, looking at anywhere but him.

“Are you ready to begin, Y/N?”

You think you managed to appear relatively composed as you turn to face him, nodding. He gives you a charming smile, and takes a few steps back from you.

“Alright then. Try to take me down.” Your eyes fly up to his, seeing them sparkling in amusement as he surveys you.

“W-What?” you ask, your mouth dry.

“Well, you didn’t think I would have you fight against an imaginary opponent, did you?” he asks, chuckling good-naturedly.

Well, shit. You were having enough trouble keeping your senses about you when you were just looking at him, and now you had to touch him? This was going to be the longest hour of your life! Still, maybe touching Terry in this innocent, practical context would be enough to get him out of your system?

Half an hour later, you accepted that that had been wishful thinking. From the very first touch – he blocked one of your punches by grabbing your fist with one of his large hands – you felt little electrical shocks across your skin every time you made contact. Still, you think that you were handling yourself fairly well, all things considered. You hadn’t tripped or anything stupid, and had made some good attempts at knocking Terry to the ground. You knew your cheeks were still red, and hoped he would chalk it up to the exertion of the exercise.

Still, it almost seemed like Terry was trying to get a reaction out of you. Did he really need to get that close to you when helping to correct your form, using the gentlest of touches? And surely you were just imagining that he was pulling you a little closer to him before flipping you onto your back on the mat? As he pulled you to your feet again – bringing you perhaps a tad too close to his broad chest for being professional – you bit your tongue, determined to see if this was all just your imagination.

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Terry took you in as you came at him again, sweaty, hair mussed, breathing heavily, a look of fierce determination in your eyes. You were radiant, he thought, blocking another one of your blows. Part of him acknowledged that you had quite a bit of potential as a fighter, but that was largely overshadowed as he considered more enjoyable uses for your…stamina.

This had been an enjoyable training session so far, and his plan was coming along perfectly. Kim had played her part well, setting up this scenario where he could have a bit of 1-on-1 time with you. He’d have to remember to add something extra to her next paycheque.

Putting his colleague out of his mind for now, he kept his focus on you. Watching you jump as he took you by surprise, Terry initially thought that perhaps this plan would prove too much for you to handle. However, after your initial trepidation – God, the way you subconsciously bit your lip when you realized you’d have to touch him – your stubbornness seemed to be paying off. Oh, he could still sense you reacting to him, the way your body tensed when he adjusted your arm after a poorly formed punch, the way you held your breath when he got close, the way your eyes lingered on him… yes, the symptoms of your attraction to him were very evident, but you weren’t letting them get in the way of your fighting, and he couldn’t keep the slightly wicked smile off his face as he watched you approach, trying to predict your next move.

You swung your leg, aiming a kick at his head, but he dodged, moving smoothly to the side so that your leg came down, your back nearly pressed against his front. Terry bit the inside of his cheek, trying to maintain his composure and not get hard. Unable to help himself, he placed a hand on your shoulder, feeling you tense beneath him again. Smirking, he bent down – you were so small this close to him – to speak lowly in your ear.

“My dear, you’re facing the wrong wa-”

In one fluid motion, you grabbed his arm just above the wrist of the hand on your shoulder with both of yours and dropped to the ground, sliding backwards as you did so and pulling. You slipped between Terry’s legs, and as you pulled his arm with you he stumbled, tumbling over himself and landing on the mat on his back. You hopped to your feet and walked up to him, a pleased and surprised smile on your face, and bowed at him, your eyes slightly mocking. Terry took a moment to appreciate the glimpse of your cleavage before getting to his feet, radiating excitement. He clapped his hands together loudly once and beamed at you, and you gave him a cheeky grin in return, blushing slightly.

“Wonderful, Y/N! That was some quick and creative thinking, and you had no hesitation. Great work!” he compliments you, loving how you blushed more deeply at the praise. He finds himself thinking about what else he can do to get your body to respond, but Kim interrupts his thoughts by bringing the class to a close.

“That will be all for today, everyone. I will speak with the senseis about your progress, and next class we will make the needed adjustments.” People quickly gather their things, tired from the session, but Terry notices that you haven’t moved to pack your things. Before you can snap out of your daze, he steps closer to you, deciding the best way to reel you in.

“I’d love to see that move again from you, Y/N. Do you think you could stay for a bit and we could work on improving it?” he asks innocently, giving you his most charming smile. Your jaw drops slightly as you gape at him, before breathlessly agreeing and scampering off to get some water, trying to keep a smile off your face.

Terry turns to Kim and locks eyes with her, tilting his head slightly towards the door. She nods curtly, getting the message, and quickly yet subtly getting everyone else out of the dojo before leaving herself. Terry saunters over casually and locks the door, ensuring you won’t be interrupted, before turning his gaze back to the hallway where you’d gone for a drink, taking on a predatory look.

This would be fun.

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In case it wasn’t apparent, I know nothing about karate and what is/isn’t allowed during a fight – I’m far too distracted by TIG to learn anything from the show! Also I promise I’ll stop teasing and the next part will be the last!

[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 …. 👀