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catartiha · 2 years

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(edit: i wrote this at 2am when i was slightly drunk so,, sorry ig)

aso after YEARS, i finally gave in and started watching cobra kai. this post is just gonna be a brain dump on the first season which i've just binged.

i'm 18 years old, i started doing karate when i was 7 and trained regularly until covid started. unfortunately at the moment i'm on a break because of my family's financial situation and because i just started college.

i'm a second degree brown belt in shito-ryu karate. i did tournaments from 2012 until 2019. (that sounds kinda like i'm bragging, sorry)

i'm also a psych major, left-wing activist, punk enthusiast & was recently diagnosed with autism.

lets get to the actual show.

i have to say, it wasn't NEARLY as bad as i thought it was gonna be. (it's pretty good so far actually). i expected the karate itself to be terrible, which it wasn't. i recognized all the katas (i'm not saying they were good, but at least they actually exist, which is more than i was expecting.) AND considering the fact that the students (hawk and robby especially) have only had A YEAR of training (in the show, i have no idea how much experience the actors have), they did extremely well.

the fighting was decent, but it was definitely not kumite (that's what the fighting category at karate tournaments is called), and all of them would've gotten disqualified a 100 times over, especially at an u18 tournament, but i get that it'd probably be boring to watch otherwise.

i still think the fighting was actually pretty good though (although i have to say their legs are incredibly slow), it's just all less sports-karate oriented i'd say, and they've included some techniques from other forms of martial arts, but that doesn't make it bad.

i think larusso pisses me off the most because i'm really not buying the whole karate champion thing. but that might also be because i just really don't like his character.

for the approach, the entire "only for defence" vs "no mercy", i've seen (and had) senseis with a similar approach to both larusso's and lawrence's, though larusso's is the more traditional one, i'd say. i'm not the one to judge which one is better though.

cool ok so that was the technicalities and from here on i'll shift from my karateka self to my traumatized escapist self.

i haven't related to a lot of characters as much as i've related to hawk. i was bullied at school, which was why i started karate. i found a family in my dojo, i gained a lot of confidence and i eventually started seeing karate as a way i could get all my anger out. anger at school, the system, everything. so my fighting style evolved accordingly. (i got a grip of myself though and i realize i was Not Fun to be around). i also have the same haircut as hawk does. and the same name (i go by eli, though it'a short for my actual name which i hate. that's also why i'm calling him hawk, cause saying my own name feels weird lol) and i'm involved in my local punk scene. (yes i'm simping for him. lets go get a tattoo together please.)

all in all i've liked the show so far, and i will continue watching.

ALSO if you watch cobra kai and u wanna be friends pls text me i promise i'm nice (:

#cobra kai

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owlsbride · 4 years

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This Too Shall pass

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Kuroshitsuji.

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Chapter I

It was exhausting. The number of extra hours that they have been working was uncalculated, and everyone was starting to feel the tiredness of the endless work. The London Dispatch was scattered all over the city going here and there relentlessly. For the first time, many of them would have preferred to stick at the office doing the, once tedious, paperwork. Yes, even the always flamboyant and thirsty of blood, Grell Sutcliff. Of course, the Chinese Dispatch had told the world that something terrible was coming back then at the end of the last year; still, nobody would have guessed, not even in their wildest dream, that a pandemic like this one was going to strike again. Most of them have been around during the Black Death, the Smallpox and the Spanish Flu, but they wouldn't think that an illness like this one was going to strike again.

It all had started in November 2019. Others would say that it was in December in China, with the spread of a new disease transmitted by a bat carrying a virus known as Coronavirus. Generally, this virus causes symptoms similar to those of the flu, but the now called COVID -19 became a fatal disease for many people. In the blink of an eye, the COVID spread throughout the world infecting millions and leaving behind thousands of dead. Desolation and despair were everywhere, and the busy Shinigamis were all aware that this situation was not going to end soon. They were running around hospitals, homes, streets, waiting and checking every second their list to check who was on the list and who was not. The problem was that people in London, and of course all over the world, people keep dying for other causes: murders, suicides, old age and many other things that no human could even imagine, so right now they were absolutely complicated.

William T. Spears was tired, desolated. The only thing that could ease his heavy inhuman heart was that at least at the moment, no demons were hanging around. He had not been able to perceive any contract, and that took a burden off him. However, the weight on his shoulders was unbearable: not even all the shinigamis in the UK seemed to have enough time to accomplish the task, and the list only grew and grew without an end.

William was stepped over one of the many London roofs. He was watching with his green shinigami eyes the many windows of the St. Bartholomew's Hospital: death was inevitable, there was no chance of scaping it, not for the fragile humans that roam the world every day. He was there, just thinking when a flash of red pulled him out of his thought.

"William Darling, you look awful tonight." Grell Sutcliff, the red ripper, spoke to him waving his manicured hands in front of his stoic secret lover face, "You really should do something about it, maybe we can go home and leave the rest to Ronald." He finished dreamingly.

"Now it's not the time Sutcliff" William spoke firmly without looking the redhead.

"Oh! Will, come on! these people are going to die anyway." the younger insisted "Besides it won't make any difference if we switch places, we can go somewhere more private."

"I said not now, don't make me punish you, I don't have the time" William stated.

"Oh my, is that a suggestion? William love, I'm more than willing." Grell teased, a grin spread all over his fair face, white teeth shining under the moonlight.

"I said stop it" William finished punching the flamboyant ripper in the head a little bit harder than expected.

"Oh Lord, you are really turning me on with all that bossy vibes." Grell shivered, receiving another punch. "Ok, ok, I get it! What do you want me to do?" finally giving up but not without a hint of tease in his voice.

"We are lack of resources" William seriously began. "We are nowhere near filling all the positions necessary to complete the evening rosters, and the morning shift is about to begin" he sighed.

"Well..." Grell began full of doubt and fear "We can always call him?" covering his head as he spoke, he looked William with hope, after all, he was getting tired too.

"Don't even think about it, he is a deserter" William answered, annoyed.

"Oh come on Will, don't be such a baby!" Grell stated knowingly "Besides, you know he is the best and you have to admit, he must be utterly bored in these days."

"You have a point" William agreed stubbornly.

"Great! So, when are you going to pay him a visit?" Grell questioned, unfolded his arms and releasing his breath.

"Oh no, sweetheart." a devilish smile spread across William's face. "It's your idea, you are going to pay him a visit" And with that, the stoic shinigami disappeared with his death scythe ready to work.

"Well done, Grelly, well done" The read head spoke to himself sighing "Where does he leave now? Oh yes! I must prepare myself, and a girl should always be at her best."

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Author Notes: As I said yesterday I write this story from the bottom of my heart, it´s full of respect for doctors, personal health and victims. It´s my humble tribute. With this, I do not want to disrespect anyone but quite the opposite. It is a story that tries to function as a defence mechanism and in turn bring hope, love and honour to all those who have given their lives for us and to those who have lost it in this time. If you like it please do not forget to comment, leave your reviews or leave me your messages where you already know. If you have criticism please be constructive. English is not my mother language if you find errors or miss them or help me edit.

thank you and yours forever Owl´s

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