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sierrasmorton · 4 months
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COBRA KAI (2018 — )
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danlarussc · 18 days
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You damn the consequences and you power forward. You may get hurt, but nobody wins by doing nothing. You make a choice, you make a move, you go all-in.
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miyagi-hokarate · 1 month
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Kreese: (is a ruthless sensei willing to manipulate and attack anyone who stands in his way of winning at all costs, with no remorse for who gets hurt)
Also Kreese: (fist pumps his star student)
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nikredd · 7 months
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"I think of you as King"
"Queen Cobra, you coming or what?'
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zappedbyzabka · 5 months
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Big bad wolf
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mochisquish · 2 years
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Jealousy
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terrence-silver · 9 months
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Hi 👋! Can you do “ we could’ve had something, if you weren’t so fucking evil.” with terry? Have a nice day
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Differing Points of View.
(Terry Silver x Reader)
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-"Good and evil are relative."-
He coos, just as easily as that, caressing the words as smoothly as a lover would and that was your cue to finally snap. Cut the crap. -"No, Terry, they're not relative! It doesn't work that way!"- You point at him, vigor in your arm, your voice rumbling with righteous fury. Yes, you and him, you had an argument. An argument that escalated. You never figured yourself as the type of people who would have shouting matches, or rather, you never figured yourself as the kind of person who'd shout, because Terry didn't. He simply sat in his arm chair, legs crossed, seeming completely unfettered. Like he enjoyed this, in a sense. Maybe that's what was so infuriating. How he didn't seem to take any of this seriously.
-"I don't think profiteering from environmental disasters for over forty years, abusing some kid who's no longer a kid for decades over some stupid vendetta, putting your own best friend behind bars who the vendetta was for in the first place and burning down someone's place of employment to send a message is relative! You're acting like some sort of gangster!"-
His list of transgressions --- recent ones, that is, come out, rolling off of your tongue in the form of a rant and you realize you blurted out all of that in one breath, standing in front of him practically hyperventilating. Another thing Terry appeared to like; he visibly chuckles his chin when the moniker of 'gangster' crosses the threshold of his lips. Jesus, he took that as a complement. He really took that as a complement. Couldn't even try to insult him without him viewing it as a crowning achievement. -"I mean, how could you do that?"- Your shoulders hunch forward and you almost plead then, trying to appeal to him. Reaching something within him. Some point of empathy. Regret? Remorse? Anything. But, there's nothing there. If anything, there's pride. -"Which part?"- Terry clicks his tongue, appearing profoundly amused and there you were, shouting again. He was infuriating and deliberately pushing your buttons. How well he did it too, that even as your temper flared up, you understood you were being toyed with yet you found yourself unable to stop.
-"Every part!"-
You yell, feeling a bit like an adult trying to contend with a child.
-"How can you wake up in the morning?
-"You put one leg forward. Then another."-
He leans back into his seat, talking with one hand, twirling one bejeweled finger mid-air, describing his point of view through a saying. Of course he'd use a saying. Of course. The Zen of Terry Silver. -"Enough with the proverbs! Jesus! You've got a proverb for everything!"- You shriek, smacking your hands down, talking with your whole body, finding yourself in pain due to what you were about to say, feeling that regardless how difficult it was it still had to be said. It was inevitable. Looming over you. -"You know, we could've had something. If you weren't so fucking evil."- Your voice cracks saying that and by the time you've uttered your line, you're whimpering, because by god, that hurt. You always knew confessing that to him would've hurt, but never this much. You catch Terry's face stilling. His expression growing serious. Without a single ounce of rushing, he leans forward, standing up from his armchair, looming large, walking forward, slowly. You take a step back. Part of you thinks then that calling him evil will have him coming at you with a fury all his own, but instead, Terry's calm. Quiet.
-"All that profiteering off of environmental disasters, as you called it,"-
His jawline twists, and he's smiling, looking to the side, shaking his head.
-"Companies nowadays claim to be good and green and then they still dispose of their waste somewhere in backwater Thailand where nobody can see it. It's like pushing the scum under the carpet and calling yourself an accomplished janitor. At least I was fucking honest about my policies."- He chuckles and you're standing there, mouth agape as you listen, momentarily confused. What was he talking about? This conversation wasn't going in the direction you figured it would go in. You brace yourself, searching for some kind of catch, some sort of verbal trap, a tactic, his usual line-up of mind games. But, Terry? Terry was utilizing logic and you couldn't deny it. Your fight or flight instinct kicks in. Your heart starts pounding away in your chest. God. He was going to dodge each and every argument you made chronologically and with sound reason, wasn't he? He'd leave you without a single way to debate him on any of this, won't he?
-"That punk kid?"-
Terry's eyes shoot up at you, his gaze growing cold.
You immediately knew who he was talking about.
-"Larusso has been continuously asking for a good beating for the past thirty years and once he finally gets one over the nose, he cries foul and everyone cries foul with him."- There's venom on his tongue and you hear it in the way he pronounces each and every one of his words; like he wanted to spit them out on the carpet. Let the acid of his voice leave a hole in the fabric. -"Could've justified himself as a victim when he was a snot-nosed twerp fresh in highschool --- but now? He's a grown man. He really thought nobody would hit back? How long do you think he's gonna use that little self-righteous schmuck from Jersey card until it grows old, huh?"- You gulp hard. You've nothing to say to that. Nothing at all. Deep down, you knew Terry was right in a weird sense; that Larusso was just as culpable. Just as petty and spiteful. That nowadays, if Terry was pushing, Daniel Larusso was pushing right back when he could've just as easily let it go. That there was fighting in the streets because of it. That you were standing up for someone who would've never stood up for you. You take yet another step back. You have to. You have to move your limbs in some direction or you'd collapse on the floor. Like a magnet, Terry moves with you, taking a step forward, as if on cue.
-"The whole thing with John?"-
Something clenches in your gut, you knew what was coming.
More facts you couldn't deny no matter how badly you wanted to.
-"John knew the stakes. He also knew I'm not to be trifled with. He's a grown man too. He can handle the heat in the kitchen. He's been handling it for an awfully long time. Don't be here pleading his case for him."-
Terry's mouth presses into a hard line. Eyes unblinking. You sense the edge of the sofa smack the back of your feet in movement with a thud. You had nowhere left to go. You hit a wall. -"I loved that man. I still love him. I'll love him for the rest of my life."- Terry's stare pierces through yours. There's an acute ache in your chest, bubbling, coiling and you recognize it as pity. You felt bad for him. You couldn't believe it, but you did. Your ire pipes down, cooling, dwarfing from a pulsating black hole of anger into a star. You're on the verge of apologizing and you don't like that. You don't like that one bit. Were you that much of a pushover? You collapse, plopping down on the sofa, feeling exhausted and lost, looking up at Terry, rendered speechless. -"But, you don't visit a friend knowing he has a weakness for you, uproot his life after disappearing and going no-contact for well over quarter of a century and some change, ask for a non-refundable kickstarter loan and get surprised when your friend doesn't exactly appreciate your conflicting loyalties."- Terry puts up his his index finger, speaking slowly --- very slowly --- putting special emphasis into every word, every line, every sound, until you found yourself nodding away, quietly agreeing, looking down at the floorboard. God. Well over a quarter of a century and some change. The poignancy of that smacks the wind out of your belly, even though you knew this whole story. John's and Terry's whole story. You were agreeing. You really were. He wasn't even manipulating you. Wasn't even toying with you.
He was merely telling you the truth.
And you knew. You knew it was all true.
It was you who'd be a liar if you argued him further.
Terry knew that. You knew that he knew.
-"As for Mike Barnes? His business? Give me a break!"-
At that point, Terry raises his voice laced with bitter laughter, throwing his head back, appearing part outraged, part amused. Like he didn't believe he had to defend his reasoning on this particular matter in the first place. -"You forget that in the 80's, he was awfully casual about going all mercenary for a buck."- Terry leans down, his neck bending your way, his eyes searching yours. You couldn't look at him. Not right now. You were too embarrassed. Somehow, deep down, you hoped Terry wouldn't have had valid excuses for any of his actions over the years, but he had concrete and rather purposeful basis, as frightening as that sounded, for quite literally everything he ever did and you felt like such a fool. Such an idiot. You underestimated him catastrophically. -"Roughening up some kid he never even met up for some other guy he never met either? You think someone made him do that? That his hand was forced? That he didn't hop on that plane to LA of his own free will back in the day? That he didn't come rushing to my door like it was fucking payday?"- You feel a finger sneak itself under your chin and you try to move, shiver away on instinct --- anything to ensure no eye contact happens, but you're grabbed, not unkindly, but with enough firmness to where he makes you look at him. Where he holds you by the jawline, tilting your head towards wherever he so pleased.
You blink. You blink furiously. Wanting to sink into the couch.
Disappear.
-"It's only when he didn't get his share of the cake that he got all rehabilitated."-
Terry tilts his head sideways, appearing wholly sardonic. If you ever felt sorry for the incident with the furniture store downtown, the empathy disappears someplace you can't find it and you scurry, looking for it internally, desperately trying to grab unto it like a life-raft, not wanting to agree with an arsonist precisely because it was so easy to agree with him. You feel empty. Filled up by everything Terry was saying. Sensing yourself defeated. Completely and utterly. Today, you intended to break things off with Terry Silver, if that was at all possible. All but five minutes later, you were the one who felt like you were in the wrong, having an out of body experience; your worldview shaken. -"Thing is, Barnes is always one step away from playing by gangster rules and it's only fitting he gets hit with a gangster's revenge. All the rest of them too."- Terry adds with a sense of finality, his hand sneaking up from your chin to cheek, caressing you there, looming over you like a tower. You shiver. You...wanted to break up. Leave him. You built everything up in your head. What you'd say. How you'd say it. How you'd organize yourself. How you'd pull this all off. This wasn't going as you planned.
-"So, tell me how good and evil aren't relative?"-
He asks the question you feared since he started his tangent.
You had no answer.
How could you out-philosophize Terry anyway?
You choose to hold yourself responsible. Apologize for shouting.
Getting carried away.
-"Terry, look, I ---"-
You stutter, finally speaking, mustering up the courage to do so, twiddling your fingers around in your lap awkwardly. -"I'm sorry. Okay? I really am."- You stare up at him from under your lashes, looking back down just as quickly, shocked by what you were uttering. Were you afraid of him? Yes? No? Maybe? Partially? You couldn't tell. You supposed you feared him more when he was like this. Quiet. Concise. Logical. You could handle his wrath. His volatile tendencies. His unpredictable calm, less so. Humbled, you capitulate to the wry notion that for all intents and purposes, that if Terry was a bastard, he wasn't exactly the only bastard in The Valley. You understood that the only reason he even bothered explaining himself to you with so much detail was because in his own weird, Terry way, you mattered to him. The same way he mattered to you, even though his choices weren't always easy to accept. Swallow. -"I'm not. My life is everything I did in it, and given the chance, I'd do it again."- He smiles, unapologetic, face practically beaming with genuine, unspoiled mirth. Fuck sake, as awful as that sounded, you couldn't help but admire him for that. Jesus, how he crawled under your skin. Inside of your mind. You wanted to cry, feeling judgmental towards a man who more than deserved to be judged. Instead, you mutter, barely audible, practically whispering with a small voice. -"This thing of ours."- You manage, unsure how to describe you and him. -"I want it to continue. Us. I don't want us to end."- You blink up at him desperately, needily, entirely downtrodden and aware of it, sensing his thumb brush against your lower lip, savoring his moment of triumph in the sun.
Help, you wanted to scream.
Someone help me, please. I'm begging on my knees.
I have no opinions, no will of my own, no sense of morals.
I'm his robot. Puppet on a string.
He's taken everything. Made it his own. Made me his own.
Who am I anymore?
Someone shake me and talk some sense into me.
-"We'll never end."-
Terry coos, sounding infinitely pleased with that conclusion, practically purring as he parted your frowning mouth, pushing his finger inside so you couldn't speak any further even if you wanted to, practically gagging you as he stood perfectly still, towering above you, his teeth on full display, his form casting a long, dark shadow on the wall behind him --- and believe him. You really do. You believe that you and him would never end. He'd never allow you and him to end. Even if you really wanted to. Even if you insisted upon it. Fought for it. Ran. Grew a spine. Stood your ground in spite of your love for him. Would you know how to be anything but his even if he let you go, however unlikely that might've been as an option, though? Would you know how to function in society again? Would you knew what was right? What was wrong? Could you ever be sane again? Would anyone even want you back? Someone who was agreeing with a tyrant when he carefully explained to you how everyone he's ever tyrannized deserved it and you truly sat here, thinking they did, fully self-aware of both the truth and the ridiculousness of it all? Understanding it was wrong. Understanding it was bad. Horrible. And yet still seeing his point of view? Would anyone outside of the bubble Terry's created for you ever be able to trust you ever again?
You doubted it.
You were that far gone.
You were more Terry Silver's than you were your own.
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danielslaw · 1 year
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COBRA KAI PARALLELS JOHNNY LAWRENCE AND ROBBY KEENE GO TO JOHN KREESE.
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maliagf · 1 year
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I can't let this go I fight with you in my sleep The wound won't close I keep on waiting for a sign I regret you all the time
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yenforfairytales · 11 months
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Might be a hot take, but I’ve always thought that Johnny is Kreese’s weakness, and Daniel is Terry’s. Like, I know some people think Terry’s weakness is Kreese (and to some extent, yes), but Daniel seems to be his absolute obsession, his total undoing. Kreese at least had the best friends/comrades in arms thing, but the Daniel thing is just plain weird from any side. This once 17 year old brat has such a hold on Silver that the man threw away 30+ years of peace at the mere mention of his name. It was never about Cobra Kai. It was always about Daniel.
YES. I completely agree. And as more time has gone by since Season 4 came out, I've noticed even the more casual fans have noticed. Someone took this screenshot from YouTube, but I've seen similar comments on reddit too.
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And Kreese, being another master manipulator, knew exactly what he was doing when he brought up Daniel to Terry again in 4x01...
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There was literally no reason for Kreese to bring up Daniel LaRusso unless he knew that Terry would care. Why would Terry care. 👀
Kreese knows how to get people to come to him. How to dangle something that they want in front of them that only he can seemingly give.
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When no other tactic worked on bringing Terry back into the fold, Kreese brought out the big guns and dropped Daniel's name.
Not to take away at all from the love and friendship that Terry felt towards John. But it became nostalgia and obligation, ultimately ruining their bond.
Little side note-- the fact that we watched Kreese make others do what he says in order to get what they want for three seasons made the prison scene in 5x07 even more satisfying:
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AND the first person to play the uno reverse card and use this tactic against Kreese was Daniel. Terry's student. You gotta love it.
There's always been a little Cobra Kai in you...
I mean, we could speak at length about the parallels between Kreese and Terry and their star students Johnny and Daniel. The narrative mirrors and foils. But it's precisely their respective relationships with their students that is more compelling.
Anyway. I'm going to quickly list examples of Daniel's hold on Terry and then focus on the meat of the issue.
Terry falls apart and goes ALL IN on everything Cobra Kai only AFTER Daniel rejects his apology.
Terry gives Daniel multiple warnings to not interfere but never tries to gets rid of him like Johnny or Kreese after no warnings at all.
Terry dated a woman who looked a lot like Daniel with similar values.
Terry treats Kenny near identically to Daniel as a student but in the sincere way he wishes he had with Daniel.
Terry loses his cool when Daniel wants to surrender and walk out of his life.
Terry tells Chozen he considers Daniel his only rival. As in Equal.
I'm sure there's plenty I'm forgetting but you can find posts in the silverusso tag about all these topics and more. x.x
Now, let's get to one of the most important and defining scenes for Terry's arc. And again, it's a direct result of Kreese's manipulation:
Kreese, knowing what makes Terry tick and how to get him further on his side, comments that Daniel really knows how to hold onto a grudge. As if he doesn't. Anyway, it's twisting the knife into Terry again when he's clearly already low.
You don't think Kreese noticed how hurt Terry was at the rejection?
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He notices everything. He learned in Vietnam from his Captain how to use love against someone as a perceived weakness. Many thoughts on that.
Anyway
The way in which Kreese says, "So... what now?" Tells me that he told Terry this was going to happen. You also have to remember their conversation leading up to the garden scene:
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Terry was damn near close to defending Mr. Miyagi and Daniel over Kreese's own personal grudge. To the point where Terry was rolling his eyes and sighing over his friend being overdramatic about what happened in the past.
He was tired of hearing about it.
I'm sure Daniel told Terry the truth about that Halloween night. And look who Terry seems to side with...
Kreese wanted violent retribution and Terry was the one that talked him down. It was Terry's idea to apologize to Daniel and we'll just allll get along. Easy peasy. Surely, Daniel would forgive him.
But, Daniel proved Kreese right in Terry's eyes. As I'm sure Kreese hoped would happen. Couldn't have worked out better. I bet on the car ride over to Miyagi-Do, Kreese was complaining how this was a waste of time and LaRusso isn't the sweet kid you remember etc.
From that day forward, Terry is determined to prove Daniel wrong. About him, about Cobra Kai, about everything. Terry is going to make Cobra Kai work and help kids and he'll be the best sensei ever and Daniel will be sorry!
You'll be sorry you weren't a part of it!
I firmly believe that Daniel is Terry's true weakness and he didn't even realize it. But Kreese did.
And if Daniel had seen it, then he could've had Terry eating out of the palm of his hand.
The one movie quote they haven't used in the show yet is, "For person with no forgiveness in heart, living even worse punishment than death."
I'm hoping they'll use this with Daniel realizing he can help heal himself, and Terry, by forgiving him. Of course, Terry will have to do something more to redeem himself. I'm just saying.
And then maybe Terry can see that Daniel was his weakness all along, but there's still time to make him a strength.
One could argue that he already felt that way while he was being arrested. The way he was looking at Daniel... That awe. Daniel LaRusso got the best of him, again, all because he couldn't let him go.
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Here's to hoping that Season 6 ends our suffering lmao.
I mean, who else has ever given Terry Silver goosebumps?
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kyberz · 9 months
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Underrated ship? Yes. These two have major tragic chemistry and it’s killing me that their relationship gets barely any recognition! So I’m here to show my own pretty rushed doodles of them! (Reminder they’re rushed so no need for critique)
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It’s always a pleasure to read always_be_your_teacher ‘s fanfics on them. On Ao3
(If you’re interested in this pairing then I definitely highly recommend checking out their works!)
Argh I just love them sm I could talk about them for hours!!
Anyway here’s a cute gif 🫶🏻
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sierrasmorton · 4 months
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COBRA KAI (2018 — )
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danlarussc · 1 year
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Cobra Kai (2018 — )
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oceluna · 2 years
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The Karate Kid Part II + Cobra Kai + Saving Johnny
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hanniballover67 · 5 months
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Telling my hub about my power-imbalance kink between Johnny Lawrence - John Kreese & Daniel Larusso - Terry Silver.
He’s very disapproving & giving me the “Daddy thinks you’re a freak” look that makes me 💦💦💦💦
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zappedbyzabka · 4 months
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Alternate dimension: Kreese is good/Neutral
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