𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

[throwbelt]

ROBERT “BOBBY” BROWN. PASTOR. FORMER COBRA KAI STUDENT, JOHNNY LAWRENCE’S RIDE OR DIE.

PINNED POST. well hello and welcome TO MY BOBBY BROWN ROLEPLAY BLOG from the karate kid franchise & cobra kai. headcanon and plot based. STABLISHED 10.02.2022. MY NAME IS CLAUDIA/TSARINA, you can call me clau, calu, mama, i don’t know. SHE/HER PRONOUNS. i’m latina, from uruguay so english isn’t my first language, bare with me. . ​

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[memetaped]

cobra kai taken from the tv show.

it’s karate. old-school karate.

you got a death wish, kid?

here, hold this ice on your ribs.

karate isn’t only about self-defense. it’s about protecting others.

you may get hurt, but nobody wins by doing nothing.

i’ll get the hell out of here when i’m goddamn good and ready.

because sometimes the scars you can’t see are the ones that hurt the most.

see you, kid.

you’ve learned to channel your anger, but you’re afraid.

my shoulder’s killing me.

well, always remember our first lesson, you. this is for self-defense only.

if you’re not strong on the inside, you can’t be strong on the outside.

i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.

i can’t believe i’m saying this, but you’re grounded.

you know those little red stickers that say “further reduced”? that means “spoiled”.

real nice friend you’ve made.

i’ve been having a real rough night.

well, i just feel like i’m coming down with a fever.

you’re saying that in life, i can’t do everything by myself and i have to rely on other people?

you can’t let that bad blood change who you are.

the more help, the better. but first, you need a gi.

i’m asking you to become more than just a soldier, son. you understand that?

also, this is really gonna sting.

look, i know you’re pissed at me. you have a right to be.

hey, rambo. kids are getting hurt.

karate is not a phase. it’s a way of life. you can leave it for a while, but it never really leaves you.

the biggest battle is always the one within.

i broke a kid’s nose. who knew these things were lethal weapons?

you don’t have to worry about me. i can handle myself.

this next part is gonna be really, really hard, okay? but this is the best way forward.

and i kept it under wraps. i didn’t want you to lose focus. needed you at your best.

just don’t forget. being a badass doesn’t mean being an asshole.

hey, wanna get some food? i know a good burger joint.

trust me, sweetheart, you don’t know the half of it.

i was in a bad place. there’s no question about that.

look, i know you’re not 100%, but you got the heart of a champion.

they kicked the fucking shit out of me.

i don’t know how i’m gonna keep going. i don’t feel safe.

and it turned me into an angry and violent kid.

you can get through anything. you know why? ‘cause you got me.

everyone’s got a sob story. that doesn’t give you the right to be a bully.

i did what you taught me. i showed mercy. why did this happen to me?

some people have it good, but the rest of us, we have to fight for every inch of what’s ours.

don’t blame yourself. blame me.

i warned you, but you just had to push it and make it personal.

instead of burying your heads in the sand, and pretending that bullying doesn’t exist, or that you could just get rid of it, what you need to do is teach kids how to defend themselves.

i’m still kind of freaked out about it.

you see what i just did there? that’s called de-escalation.

when something bad happens, you have two choices. you let it tear you down or you let it build you up.

you get back up, and you try it again.

it’s been a little rough lately. it’s nice to have people look out for you.

maybe my right way is different from yours.

the world shows no mercy. so, why should we?

problem is, my “self” is too weak.

i don’t even know who you are anymore.

[throwbelt]

meme call: since i'm trapped at work. like this and i'll send memes (if you have a meme tag i would appreciate it being send over through dm or discord).

[chikhaibardocowboy]

David & Alexis ⟿ 3.09 | The Affair

[karatetaughtarchived]

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[soulrph]

’ 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 ’ 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

so i was looking at THIS MEME and THIS MEME and like. there’s something that i just love so much about these?? so essentially, the sender might send in smth like. “five times cried”. and the receiver can respond with a drabble about five times the receiver’s muse cried because of the sender’s muse! if you’re confused, that’s my fault, and that’s also why i have links to two of the memes that inspired this. i hope you all enjoy! as always, do NOT add more to these, i WILL be making a part 2!

five times kissed:     ( five times the receiver and sender kissed )

five times hugged:     ( five times the receiver hugged the sender )

five times called:      ( five times the receiver called the sender’s phone )

five times texted:      ( five times the receiver texted the sender )

five times cried:      ( five times the receiver cried over the sender )

five times smiled:      ( five times the sender made the receiver smile )

five times touched:      ( five times the receiver touched the sender (platonically or romantically or otherwise!) )

five times saved:     ( five times the sender’s life was saved by the receiver )

five times saved by:      ( five times the receiver was saved by the sender. )

five times protected:     ( five times the receiver was protected by the sender )

five times protective:      ( five times the receiver was protective of the sender )

five times thanked:      ( five times the receiver thanked, or felt gratitude towards, the sender )

five times comforted:      ( five times the receiver comforted the sender )

five times angered:      ( five times the sender made the receiver angry )

five times betrayed:      ( five times the receiver was, or felt, betrayed by the sender )

five times saddened:      ( five times the receiver felt sad for or because of the sender )

five times worried:      ( five times the receiver worried about the sender )

five times relieved:      ( five times the receiver felt relieved about the sender )

five times safe:      ( five times the receiver felt safe because of the sender )

five times happy:     ( five times the sender made the receiver happy. )

five times afraid:     ( five times the sender made the receiver feel afraid )

five times hurt:      ( five times the sender hurt the receiver or made them feel hurt. )

five times visited:      ( five times the sender and receiver visited each other )

five times left:      ( five times the sender and receiver parted ways )

five times reunited:      ( five times the sender and receiver reunited after being apart for a considerable length of time. )

five times stayed:      ( five times the receiver stayed with the sender )

five times glanced:     ( five times the receiver stole glances at the sender )

five times glanced at:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender stealing glances at them )

five times healed:      ( five times the receiver nursed the sender back to health, or tended to their wounds )

five times watched:      ( five times the receiver watched the sender while they were working or doing something )

five times shared:      ( five times the receiver shared something (either a material or feelings or secrets!) with the sender )

five times flirted:      ( five times the receiver flirted with the sender )

five times blurted:      ( five times the receiver impulsively blurted something out to the sender )

five times confessed:     ( five times the receiver confessed a secret or feeling to the sender )

five times noticed:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender properly )

[strikelikeacobrakai-deactivated]

Johnny, Jimmy, Bobby, Tommy.

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bobby is such a simp for his friends wow

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sowithout​:

     johnny hesitates for a moment ,    half way into his bag and half way out .    his gaze dances across bobby’s expression ,    seeing how firm it is ,   even if his voice is gentle .    this time he doesn’t even try to fight it .      𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 .    it’s only when he does so that he realises there’s an ache in his feet ,    right on the bottom ,    and his thighs hurt ,    too .        he sighs .     with another little stretch of his fingers he offers one of his hands out to bobby ,    a little limply ,   a little halfhearted ,   palm facing the ceiling .     𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗦𝗢 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗡𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘 .

        ❛   i’m gonna shower here .     ❜     he answers .   not because he has something in particular against showering ‘round bobby’s place ,     𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗬 .   it’s uncomfortable .   plus he’s got his change of clothes already ,    it doesn’t need to wait .

and   with   that   hand   hand   offered,   bobby   takes   it,   pulling   it   closer   to   the   light   and   to   his   body   to   look   closely   at   the   damage.   taking   a   mental   note   on   the   way   johnny   seems   to   walk   with   a   limp,   he   puts   that   on   the   back   of   his   mind   as   he   focus   on   the   task   at   hand.   “hold   still.”   he   adds,   now   with   the   rubbing   alcohol   at   hand   and   the   bandages,   soothing   over   the   sting   and   pain   he   knows   is   there   but   johnny   fails   to   communite   back   to   him.

he   listens,   blue   eyes   looking   back   at   johnny   and   simply   nodding.   “is   there   even   running   hot   water   at   this   our   here?”   at   a   time   he   had   thought   sensei   lived   here.   no   one   knew   anything   about   the   other   beside   that   he   fought   in   vietnam   and   was   a   lonely   man   in   his   thirties.   and   he   was   a   brute.   his   parents   told   him,   though   his   father   was   glad   bobby   had   stopped   being   all   too   sensitive   according   to   him.  

he   had   no   idea   though,   how   bobby   holds   johnny’s   hand   as   if   it’s   a   delicate   thing,   wrapping   the   bandage   around   his   knuckles.”next   time   let   me   know,   alright?   we   don’t   keep   things   from   each   other.”

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sowithout​:

     maybe he does think too hard about it .    he never used to feel so guilty accepting help from bobby ,    although sometimes he did feel a little like he’d overstayed his welcome ,    but that was when bobby’s parents were around .     𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗡𝗢𝗪 …   he’s supposed to be capable ,   self-sufficient ,   he’s got a kid for god’s sake ,    and he can’t even keep himself sober .    still ,    a smile forms on his expression as bobby’s hand moves into his hair ,    amused at the childishness of the action .   

        ❛   i’m not busy .   ❜   he says ,   swiping his hand across his eyebrow to push away a stray lock of hair that was tickling his forehead .   of course he’s not busy .     at least not with anything important ,   not with anything that couldn’t wait ,    and his responsibilities are minimal since he had to close up eagle fang .      he nods slightly ,    though glances away when bobby’s eyes linger on his own for just a second too long .    ❛   as long as you’re payin’ .   ❜

“no?   the   great   king   karate   isn’t   busy   for   his   best   friend?   at   last.“   he   teases,   and   force   of   habit   makes   him   fix   johnny’s   hair   after   just   messing   it   all   up.   truly,   he   should   know   better   but   perhaps   he   had   always   had   a   fixation   with   the   man’s   hair,   and   with   his   own   lack   of   it,   johnny   is   as   close   as   it   get.      

he   always   wants   to   say   something   more   to   johnny.   hold   him   longer,   look   longer,   stay   longer.   it   used   to   be   easier   as   kids,   inviting   johnny   to   spend   the   night   with   him   and   never   leaving   until   the   next   morning   with   his   mother   waking   them   up.   if   she   suspected   anything   about   bobby,   she   took   that   to   her   grave.   “i’m   payin’   alright.   i’ll   do   you   one   better.   i’ll   even   drive   you.”

[throwbelt]

vypcr​:

           ❝ I DON’T WANT TO STILL BE doing stupid shit like I do by the time I’m thirty. I know it’s okay to not have everything figured out, but I’m sick of feeling like a detriment to the people I care about. I do things and they get all caught in the crossfire, and I don’t want to be like that anymore. ❞  Tory sucks in a breath through her nose, more than a sniffle.  ❝ I want them to trust me. I want to be  worthy  of that trust. I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me again. ❞

          Knees pull to her chest, arms wrapped around to cradle them tight and bury her head. Make herself look as small as she feels on the inside. He speaks of the future, and she feels a chill. The future is terrifying to her right now. Like it always used to be, before. There was a period of time this past year where it wasn’t. Where she thought she finally knew what she was going to do with her life, and she could imagine a future that is  happy.  The clearest picture in her head that’s she’s ever had of what she wants from life. But everything’s been turned upside down. And high school … has she really experience that, either? What it means to be a girl her age? A couple of times, sure, but it feels like all her youth has been stolen from her before she’s turned eighteen. She had to grow up too soon, and she can never get that time back. Stability, security, they’re not easy things for her to imagine.  Barely knows the feeling.

           ❝ I’m trying , ❞ Tory wipes at her eyes, turning her head away.  ❝ I’m sick of all this pressure. I don’t even know what it feels like to be a kid; I feel like I’ve had to be an adult since I turned thirteen. ❞  She feels bad, the way she says it. Always careful when she talks about it, because people tend to assume that she’s blaming her mother, or that her mother failed her in some way. She didn’t. Eliza didn’t force Tory to do anything.  The world did.  And here he is, her father, encouraging her and telling her that she can have more from life than the shit she’s been given.  Telling her that it’s okay to fuck up.  It’s almost surreal after almost eighteen years of not knowing each other existed in the first place.  ❝ I know the thing that everyone says you should do when you graduate is go to college or get a job, but I’ve been working since before I was even legally old enough to, and college is just more school and I hate school. I don’t want any of that. I want to leave. I want to travel. I want a chance to be free and enjoy life instead of having to fight just to survive.  I want to live.  I want to know what that’s like. ❞

HE   WANTS   TO   SAY   SHE   WON’T.   Because   between   seventeen   to   thirty   there   is   a   lifetime.   A   driver’s   license   and   legal   age   of   drinking,   first   job,   graduation   and   first   real   heartbreak.   There   is   a   life   between   now   and   later   for   her,   just   as   it   had   been   a   before   and   after   for   him.   “We   can   love   our   parents   and   still   feel   the   pressure   of   the   life   we   led   with   them.   There   is   no   shame   in   that,   Tory.   You,   Johnny,   hell,   even   LaRusso   was   forced   to   grow   up   too   fast   and   stop   being   a   kid.“   Bobby   had   been   lucky   in   that   regard,   though   the   pressure   he   had   been   under   was   different   all   together.   “I   don’t   doubt   Eliza   loves   you,   and   you   love.   But   you   are   still   in   time,   to   enjoy   your   youth.   You   don’t   stop   being   one   once   you   turn   eighteen.“

People   might   think   it’s   automatic,   just   because   of   a   number   and   a   piece   of   paper   that   tells   you   that   you   are   legal   now   and   of   age   and   an   adult   who   can   vote.   But   it’s   so   much   different   than   that   and   he   hopes   she   will   learn   that.   He   offers   her   a   hankerchief,   initials   on   the   cloth   passed   to   her.   Desire   to   embrace   her   is   real,   wanting   to   show   her   she   isn’t   on   her   own   and   that   she   doesn’t   have   to   be.   He   listens   and   smiles,   however   brief   at   her   mention   of   her   plans.   “Then   take   a   gap   year.   Hell,   take      gap   years.   You   won’t   know   what   you   like   until   you   try   it.   Your   mother   will   support   you   regardless.   And   I   will   too.   Road   trip   around   the   country,   live.”   Because   the   world   wants   to   quiet   down   spirits   like   her   own.   He   doesn’t   want   that.   “Live,   Tory.   I   didn’t   even   go   to   college.   It   might   be   good   but   it’s   not   needed   to   have   a   good   life   and   I   know   you   will   have   one.”

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sowithout​:

            he feels as though there’s a lot he wants to say ,     experiences he wants to recount .    wants and needs and wishes ,    but he can’t figure out how to properly speak any of them .    instead he just holds bobby’s gaze ,    his eyes fluttering open to see him when he breaks away .     but he’s still close ,    he’s not going anywhere ,     and johnny can only breathe what sounds like a shaky sigh of relief as a result .     

      ❛   me too .    ❜   he says .    his hand curling around the material of bobby’s shirt just near his hip .    he inhales deeply before saying or doing anything else .    PRESSING HIS FOREHEAD AGAINST BOBBY’S SEEMS SO MUCH EASIER THAN IT SHOULD BE .     being close to him like this is almost like being given some sort of gift ,   he didn’t really think it’d ever happen .    AND YEAH ,   HE HAD THOUGHT ABOUT IT FOR YEARS .    of course he had .           he hesitates for a longer moment before deciding he wants to kiss bobby again .    just gentle ,    like he wants to make it last ,    like he wants to feel everything about it that he possibly can .

there   had   always   been   a   part   of   him   that   was   afraid   that   back   then,   telling   johnny   how   he   felt,   how   he   always   felt,   would   cause   a   rupture   in   their   relationship   as   friends,   it   was   foolish,   to   think   that   it   would,   because   he   and   johnny   had   been   attached   by   the   hip   since   he   could   remember.   but   he   had   been   young,   and   back   then,   johnny’s   friendship   was   worth   the   pain   of   keeping   it   all   hidden.  

but   now   johnny   is   admitting   he   wanted   this   too   and   he   wants   to   go   back   and   tell   him.   that   night   after   the   first   tournament   johnny   won   and   he   hold   him   close   and   how   he   had   wanted   to   kiss   him   then.   how   every   excuse   was   a   good   one   to   reach   and   touch.   “could’ve   given   me   a   hint.”   he   teases   but   he   knows,   they   had   both   of   them   beeing   working   through   some   shit   back   in   the   day.   “we   have   time.”   bobby   speaks   knowing   that   time   might   feel   like   its   catching   up   to   them   but   they   have   time   still.   and   in   a   way,   they   still   have   a   lifetime   together.  

now   it   will   be   different.   now   he   can   kiss   johnny   as   he   is   kissing   him   then   and   he   breathes   through   his   nose,   caught   in   his   throat   as   he   leans   in   and   let   his   hands   hook   behind   johnny’s   neck,   dragging   him   down   and   close   and   opening   his   mouth   for   him,   holding   on   to   dear   life.

[throwbelt]

idiots ❤️

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

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bobby and johnny just touching each other 24/7 no homo maybe a little tho

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I think bobby deserves kisses

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@sowithout​ asked: [  SWIMMING  POOL  ] from johnny :)       as the pair go for a late-night swim in the local swimming pool, the sender and receiver begin to get frisky in the serene and empty pool.          𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.  (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

BREAKING   RULES   IS   ALWAYS   EASY.   SPECIALLY   WITH   JOHNNY   AROUND.   the   others   had   bailed   before   they   could   get   to   the   swimming   pool,   but   everyone   knew   that   bobby   wasn’t   one   to   back   down   from   the   challenge,   specially   if   it   involved   johnny,   as   they   climbed   the   fence   from   the   local   swimming   pool   and   began   to   pull   off   their   shoes   and   clothes   to   go   into   the   water.   bobby   takes   a   moment   to   appreciate   the   happiness   that   floods   from   johnny,   it’s   intoxicating,   contagious,   considering   how   little   one   can   see   it.   and   when   johnny   pulls   water   from   the   pool   to   get   him   to   hurry   up,   bobby   shakes   his   head,   tossing   the   shirt   to   the   floor   and   jumping   right   in,   making   sure   he   wets   the   other   even   further.  

and   they   are   young   and   wilf   and   free,   playing   to   see   who   can   hold   breath   longer   under   the   water   and   eye   contact   remains,   too   long   for   anyone’s   comfort   but   it’s   the   usual   with   them.   even   with   the   others   around,   they   seem   to   gravitate   toward   one   another,   always   leaning,   always   touching.   any   excuse   mattered   but   they   are   no   excuses   now   as   they   resurface   and   they   regain   their   breaths   and   all   the   sudden,   it’s   the   only   sound   beside   the   gentle   sound   of   the   water   around   them   and   bobby   looks   himself   over   the   edge,   hanging   from   his   side   as   johnny   does   the   same,   face   to   face.   so   many   things   rush   through   his   mind   in   that   moment,   that   tell   him   to   stop   this,   that   they   shouldn’t.  

but   he   feels   the   way   the   waver   moves   around   him   and   ripples   when   johnny   shifts   closer   and   meet   him   half   way,   tentative   touch   of   lips   on   his   own   before   he   wraps   an   arm   around   him,   through   his   waist   and   even   through   the   water,   he   can   feel   the   warmth   of   johnny’s   skin,   incitive   given   as   his   mouth   open   further   to   invite   the   other   in.      “don’t   let   go   of   the   ledge.”   bobby   challenges,   as   he   does   indeed   let   go   and   pulls   his   arms   around   johnny’s   neck,   settled   at   the   base   and   nape   of   his   neck   as   eyes   flick   back   open   before   kissing   him   again,   kissing   him   further,   hips   brushing   against   one   another   as   he   swins   closer   and   his   breath   is   caught   on   his   throat   as   he   repeats   the   motion,   searching   for   more.

[pilvimarja]

Bobby Brown, requested by @thorniest-rose