#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! 

[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

[ohtobemare]

i'm blocking blank and ageless blogs. ya'll are all born and have birthdates, it ain't a surprise.

writers and posters are not asking for your life story or a Pulitzer-prize winning investigative piece on the intimate details of your existence. we want to know we can interact with you like the adults we are.

throw your age in the description. don't care if you have a profile pic or a cover photo or anything else on your blog, just let us know you're a live homo sapien.

life's hard out in these tumblr streets and i'm sick of being the bad guy and blocking people.

thanks for coming to my ted talk.

*exits soapbox*

[rue-bennett]

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

[scarrletmoon]

okay i know the Discourse™️ has been going on for way too long at this point, but

i think some people outside of the OFMD fandom don’t actually get why we’re particularly annoying about this show

OFMD is not the first queer show to ever exist. if anything, it's a late entry in decades of queer media. over a year and a half since the first few episodes aired, everyone knows that OFMD is queer. that doesn't make it particularly special

but back in March? this is the trailer that dropped in February of 2022, 2 weeks before the premier. if you're used to seeing queer chemistry in shows that aren't intended to be queer, you might see the hints between Ed and Stede here. but to most people? it's just a silly little pirate comedy. just guys being dudes. the trailer doesn't even hint at the other 2 canonical queer relationships in the show -- the closest it gets suggesting romance is the music and the pink in the poster

so when people watched this show in March 2022, they went into it expecting subtext and nothing else. to them, it was like watching Sherlock or Supernatural or Merlin in the 2010s. if you were in any of those fandoms -- especially Sherlock and Supernatural -- you know what it was like; constant jokes at our expense, being mocked for creating explicit fanwork, made fun of by the creators and within the show itself. if we saw queer subtext, that was our problem. this was a time when you pretended NOT to be in fandom, for fear of ridicule. we kept our fanwork to ourselves, we DID NOT share it with the cast, and we accepted that our favourite ships would probably never be canon. maybe one day, if we were lucky, we'd have a show where the subtext wasn't mockery as much as deliberate foreshadowing -- but that had to be YEARS away

right?

OFMD was never billed as a queer show, not in the beginning. there was no LGBTQ+ tag on (HBO) Max, it wasn't on anyone's list of upcoming queer shows in 2022, it flew under the radar through most of its first season. this was a show about pirates, and sure, some of them were queer. but not the LEADS. if you think they're romantically involved, that's must be fandom brain poisoning

except the 9th episode aired, and they kissed. and the show said "you're not crazy for thinking they have chemistry because they really do. it's been a romance this whole time". and in the 10th episode, Stede realizes that he's in love

(not mandating you watch this clip if you don't care for the show, but there's something that feels particularly earth shattering about no one saying the word gay but knowing that Stede's realizing he is, that it's completely unambiguous and explicit in a way that only straight romances are usually allowed to be)

this is why people freaked out about this show. no one knew. even the creator, David Jenkins, was surprised when WE were surprised that it was gay for real -- he set out to write a love story, using all the tried and true beats of a rom com. he'd never even heard of the term queerbaiting. he looked at historical Blackbeard and Stede Bonnet and thought "oh, there's something here" and just...wrote that, with very little fanfare, like it was inevitable. like it was obvious. of course Jim and Pam end up together. of course Buttercup and Westley end up together. what kind of disappointing ending would it be if You've Got Mail ended with the main characters just going their separate ways?

so of course Ed and Stede are in love

look, i get it. we're annoying and won't shut the fuck up about this show that seems mediocre at best. i watched the whole thing back in march, thought "huh, that was cool" and was sure that i'd forget about it in a few days

an hour after looking at fanart on twitter, i was lost in the fucking sauce

there's just so much to unpack from a mere 10 episodes. it covers racism, toxic masculinity, gender expression, sexuality, trauma and abuse. and i don't think we should overlook the fact that the non-white characters in this show get to be fully human in a way i haven't seen in my favourite shows in recent memory

additionally, most OFMD are 25 or older. we're not people who've been spoiled by queer rep, who don't get how hard it used to be, how you'd have to grovel for scraps, how shipping and fanfiction was a way to find queer rep where we thought there never would be. we've been here. we're annoying about this show because for a lot of us, it's the first time we've been treated like our queerness isn't an anomaly that needs to be relegated to its own section, that needs to be praised for the bare minimum of acknowledging that we exist. it's not pulling punches to avoid scaring away a straight audience. it just is.

OFMD for me is like when i watched Black Panther for the first time and realized that this is what white people felt all the time. have there been other black superhero movies? of course! does Disney fucking suck? BOY does it. but that was the first time i got to sit in a movie theater and watch a mainstream film that looked at Africa and said "look at how beautiful you are, exactly as you are"

and idk. i think that's really cool

[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.

[eddiezpaghetti]

Okay, so my experience with Stranger Things is a weird one.

I didn't care when it first came out, started to watch it out of "might as well" in 2020, wasn't interested in it enough to make it past S2, forgot about it outside of going "oh, hey, cool, there's a lesbian in it now, I guess," in S3, got really annoyed when "Running Up That Hill" got popular from it because it was a song I listened to on fucking loop after one of my best friends died in high school and I fully expected its appearance in the show to ignore the whole survivor's guilt theme of the song (and was very happy to learn later that it did the exact opposite of ignoring the lyrics), saw people drawing Eddie, suddenly got a lot more interested, watched just the fourth season like a fucking psychopath because I was seriously only there for Eddie, then got interested enough to start the show over properly, having mostly forgotten what I did watch of the show before.

And let me tell you something from the perspective of someone who started with the complete fourth season, who wasn't there from the start, who wasn't tainted by ship goggles or this internal battle of hope and despair, who wasn't theorizing about what the painting could be or expecting Mike and Will to kiss when Volume 2 happened or rooting for Mike and Eleven's relationship to go down in flames or whatever the fuck. Just someone who went blind into Season 4.

It's really fucking obvious that Will and Mike are gonna be endgame.

Like holy fuck. It's so fucking blatant I don't even know why people are nervous.

No sane fucking person would shoot this scene this way if they wanted the audience to care about El and Mike as a couple. Despite being all blurry in the background, Will's reaction to what's happening here is smackdab in the fucking middle, clearly showing that the important part is what's going through his head here. What he's feeling. It's like the opposite of that scene from Kingdom Hearts II where Sora and Riku reunite and Kairi just fucking vanishes into the aether while it's happening because, despite the fact that she was standing between them when the scene began, she doesn't matter to the scene, so she's just kind of gone when the camera angle changes. Will could have been behind one of their heads, or so far in the distance he blends in with the background, but he's not. He's so obvious that despite being massively blurred out, he's still the first goddamn thing you look at. What, you think that's an accident? You think he's in the middle of this dramatic fucking scene because of a mistake? He basically has a big flashing neon arrow pointing at him with "THIS IS THE POINT" being screamed through a megaphone.

And then this?

They're paired up like they're taking fucking prom pictures. Each one of these pairs is so fucking close to one another and so fucking far from everyone else. It's not, "Oh, they're standing vaguely near each other in a group shot," it's fucking Noah's Ark out here. Again, there's no way to take this as an accident. It's not just a framing issue. If they wanted to make the shot look balanced while still not hiding anyone else behind El, they would have scattered people around much more naturally. Even if they wanted to keep Nancy with Jonathan and Hopper with Joyce, there's so much room on that hill for three people to stand on El's left and three on her right. But they didn't do that. They put Mike and Will together on purpose in the most obvious way possible.

Like I get that coming up with crackpot theories is fun in and of itself and I'm not blaming anyone for having fun. I totally get the appeal of arguing a point and reaching for every stupid little thing to pull into it because it's like a game, okay? I've done that. But if you're trying to actually convince someone (whether it's someone who wants to believe or someone who's pissed at the very idea that Mike and Will could be in love), stay away from blue and yellow lights, stay away from costume design, stay away from the existence of closets in backgrounds. And don't worry about whether Mike's gay or bi when he's in love with Will either way. I'll give you a little tip about persuasion: You're only as strong as your weakest argument. Even if you've got strong stuff in there, too, the person you're trying to convince is going to dismiss anything you say as complete insanity the second you start going on an entire tangent about the shape of a character's fucking pocket.

Sometimes, clothes are just clothes. Sometimes, there's a closet in the background because it helps establish that a character is in a bedroom. Sometimes, blue and yellow are just a couple of colors that look nice together. And sure, it might be set designers and costume designers and cinematographers smirking and winking at the audience from behind the camera. But if the show was just those things, instead of those things in the context of everything else, they wouldn't be saying anything of note.

But this?

This tells a story all on its own. Someone with no context can look at this and automatically assume that each paired person is standing with someone they care about deeply, seeking comfort as they watch some sort of disaster unfold. And yeah, romantic couples usually come in twos, and we live in an amatonormative society, so that's going to be the first association anyone makes seeing a bunch of people paired off.

It's the same reason you look at this

And go, "Oh..."

"Those two are probably a couple."

And I genuinely don't understand how people could have watched S4 Vol. 2 and gotten scared. Because as someone who went in with no investment whatsoever, I just looked at these two--

--and went, "Oh, those two are a couple. Good for them." And I moved on. Shut up about the trees for five seconds and just see the forest for what it is.

Oh, and if you're still nervous? Little thing from a storyteller here: You don't leave a hanging thread like "Will confessed his romantic feelings for Mike by projecting them onto El, but Mike either didn't understand or at least didn't say he understood," without coming back to that later. That's Chekov's gun hanging on the wall, babes. It's gonna fire at some point. If Mike was going to reject Will's feelings, if they weren't relevant, they would have had that discussion in Argyle's van. There'd be no reason to leave you in suspense.

[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!

[mikodrawnnarratives]

DAYCARE ATTENDANT FANDOM

ANYONE GOT A BINGO

Any black outs?

Actually NEVERMIND!!! That would be concerning. One of them is child sir

ANY MOSTLY BLACKOUTS?

Well maybe any aus where y/n grew up alongside mermay or non robot sun and moon could get blackouts....

I found some trends in y/n characters so I put them together in a bingo sheet.

It is compiled of a lot of xreader stuff but I tried to include some platonic and chaotic ones too, separate from JUST romantic

I know I missed some so maybe I'll do another

Do not animatronic dca au's count? I'm not sure...

lets say yes for now in places like "Kissing robots instead of THERAPY" and "who is KISSING the ROBOTS???" where it'll be whatever au insert "Kissing ___ instead of THERAPY"

There were certainly some y/n's I was thinking of for some tho kdskjds

...*cough cough* @paper-lilypie *cough* @naffeclipse *cough* @madame-mongoose @sycopomp *COUGH COUGH* @bamsara *COUGH*

AND others *cough* I won't specify/spoil more

Sorry for my coughing. I don't know what came over me

cough no longer looks like a word

OH I also have another version of the sheet that has some more color but I felt like it was too much

What do you think?

[spaciebabie]

you get ta college and realize that everybody here is just Some Guy™ and has been Some Guy™ for their whole lives. the veteran seniors are having breakdowns right next ta the freshmen in the library, our final essays for the semester are started and finished two days b4 its supposed ta b turned in and all our rough drafts look like somebody rubbed 3 braincells on a google doc and then puked on it