well, first off you need a good throwing knife. knives are like people: most of them are good for one thing but not for others, like steve with throwing shields and steve with applying basic common sense. or like thor with electrocuting things and eating spicy foods. or clint with shooting arrows and basically any other facet of human life.
anyway, a good throwing knife will be quite sharp on the point but blunted along the sides–sticks in the target but doesn’t cut your hands. the point and blade should be pretty thick, and the fewer perforations in the blade the better. throwing knives have to withstand a hard impact without breaking, so you want a decent quality knife, and the heavier it is (within limits) the less force you’ll need on your throw.
you’ll want a good target to learn with, something big and soft enough that you’ll hit it and that your knife will embed so you know where you hit, but not so soft the knives fall out. deadpool may volunteer for this job. do not take him up on it. the commentary is not worth it.
grip the tip of the knife vertically between the pad of your thumb and the side of your index fingers. hold it firmly enough that it won’t slide in your grip but not too hard.
stand with the foot on the side of your throwing hand pointed at your target, spine straight. start close to the target (another reason not to use deadpool–blood splatters farther than you think) and work your way back as you figure things out. the biggest part is learning to throw with enough force and rotation so the pointy end sticks in your target. it’ll take time, and there’s really no shortcut for just putting in the practice hours.
if this does not work out for you, i recommend grenades for all your low-accuracy distance combat needs.
How can someone make Naruto bitch about Tsunade for “not doing her job properly”, she took this ruined ass village and rebuild it,was the head of the hospital and saved many people lives while she was training Sakura.
You remove a woman that did so much,from the hokage title and you put Kakashi? Why? Because Obito told so? And he does nothing? He’s just warming the seat that Naruto will sit on next?
You know i love the idea of karma and nagisa starting a relationship when they were still in highschool but you know whats better? Them just starting a relationship WHEN THEY’RE OLDER:
Nagisa having a crush on Karma when they were still in highschool but wasn’t able to tell him, fastforward to 8 years in the middle of the year, his students are all asking “do you have anyone you like” and “who was your first love?” Types of questions
Him answering “well there was this one person in my class–” and the class is so intrigued by the story but it ends in a so half-assed tway hat they ended up saying “NO THAT CANT BE THE ENDING” and basically scolding their teacher to man up and that he really missed his chance
HIS STUDENTS BEING REALLY SUPPORTIVE OF HIM!!
Or Karma is the one who had a crush on Nagisa but again DIDNT TELL HIM cause he thought it would just trouble nagisa and he didn’t want that.
His office mates keep asking why he doesn’t have a girlfriend or wife despite his looks and job and he’ll just answer with “sorry im only interested on a person who is willing to hijack a space-shuttle and terrorize highly trained astronaut with me to save a mutant octopus” and of course they think he’s joking
They started setting him up with random girls but it doesnt work out so they start asking him what type of person he’s looking for and he just sTARTED DESCRIBING NAGISA and they’re just like “wow man thats really specific” and he just replies with “its just a list of things im attracted to”
Both of them just saying to them selves “they’re over it” but t h e y a r e n o t and they’re completely in denial
OR just them not realizing ANYTHING AT ALL in their high school years, cause they never fell in love before and they just keep saying this is a “normal feeling that b r o s share” and the whole class E just watches them in pain
“So who’s going to tell them?” “NO ONE WILL, THEY HAVE TO REALIZE IT THEMSELVES”
They then try hinting at them multiple times and then they realize this will never ever work
“they’re geniuses when it comes to assassination but complete idiots when it comes to their own feelings” AND THIS LITERALLY GOES ON FOREVER
After so many years they meet each other again at a certain shop for the first time and it became a routine for them that visit the shop and they basically starts hanging out like they used to
THEM ACTING LIKE HIGHSCHOOLERS AND JUST GOOFS AROUND AFter WORK
Both of them falling in love all over again with each other but they don’t realize it again and there’s this nagging feeling of “they should say something”
Them being like “oh shit oH SHIT” after the dawning realization of their feelings
Both of them realizing they actually fell in love with each other since junior high
Having this awkward tension between them that they felt like they were back in school until one of them breaks it and a literal RELIEF for both of them
But they still were’t a hundred percent sure so it ended up with Karma courting nagisa LIKE A HIGHSCHOOLER
Nagisa-sensei receiving flowers and chocolates randomly and students keep asking questions about where its from
Especially on valentines day, everyone in the faculty gave him a rose on the way to his desk and to his surprise (and embarrassment) his whole desk is covered with petals and a chocolate cake in the middle
Getting random embarrassing text from karma in the middle of class as a joke
Karma waiting in front of the school and the students keep asking who’s the handsome guy with a suitcase upfront until nagisa walks over to him and drags him out and they’ll all be like “O”
NAGISA BEING BOMBARDED WITH ALL THIS QUESTIONS FROM BOTH FACULTY AND STUDENTS
ENDING UP HIM FEELING LIKE HE WANTS TO DIE FROM ALL THIS EMBARRASSMENT
Karma greeting Nagisa good morning and goodnight every single da y on text
EVEN BETTER THEY JUST RECORD THEIR OWN VOICE AND SENDS IT TO EACH OTHER
Both of them texting each other when they have a bad day and they just surprise each other at their own apartment bringing them their favorite food
Karma receiving NICE LITTLE NOTES IN POST IT FROM NAGISA AND HE KEEPS IT IN A NOTEBOOK
Karma trying to stay serious and cool but when nagisa texts him he Becomes REALLY GIDDY AND COULDNT STOP SMILING
When Nagisa visits him in the office for the first time all of karma’s office mates are like “OH MY GOD THEY EXIST”
The whole building instantly welcomed nagisa
THEM FINALLY ANNOUNCING THEY’RE TOGETHER IN ONE OF THE CLASS E REUNIONS
ALL OF CLASS E GIVE THEM AN “are you kidding me” LOOK SAYING IT WAS SO OBVIOUS AND WHAT TOOK THEM SO LONG
MAEHARA AND ISOGAI SHARED MOMENTS THEY LITERALLY THOUGHT THEY WERE DATING
EVEN SUGINO SAID HE WAS THIRD-WHEELING AROUND THEM
THEY ENDED UP CREATING JOKES LIKE “the gods have answered” and “koro-sensei is so proud”
KARMA AND NAGISA LEARNING HOW GAY THEY REALLY WERE BACK THEN AND IT DEFINITELY THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING THEY EXPERIENCED
NAKAMURA BEING LIKE“HOLY FUCK I WAITED FOR THIS FOR 8 YEARS, TERASAKA WHERES MY MONEY AT”
When your tc teases you and says your name in a certain tone and raises their eyebrows invitingly and you melt on the inside and want to giggle but you have to stay serious and think of a witty comeback because you refuse to accept defeat
@lazylarni requested: I am in love with ‘Teenage Fever’, it’s honestly my favourite thing! Thank you so much. So, I was wondering if you could write an age gap, fluff/smut fic- with Chanyeol being a music teacher, having a one to one lesson, teaching the reader how to play piano- getting touchy & so on. Can either be a oneshot or an ongoing thing. Whatever is easier for you guys. Thank you once again, I love you writings so so so much!💚💚
(gif not mine, credits to the owner)
2571 words | smut, masturbation, age gap | velvet
✎ Mr. Park has always been a very nice music teacher because he always knew you were a great student, but when he start to see the way you’re turning, he has to bring you back into the right lane and remind you that good girls go far, bad girls die soon.
Will you write a domestic Jikook head cannon? One where Jimin is a teacher @ school or wherever, and Jk is a businessman, and everyone thinks their the cutest/power couple ever??
This is actually such a cute idea. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it💖
Jimin had wanted to be a biology teacher ever since his first science report about snakes in the fourth grade. Granted, he never thought he’d end up teaching high school Biology at 25, let alone married to the CEO of the biggest music production company in Seoul.
He was a popular teacher among the students, known as more fun and easy-going than most. His class was always one of the most sought after, often having a list of students waiting for an open spot lest someone drop the class or get kicked out. It was rare that someone willing leave the class, considering the extra leeway Jimin would give for assignments and hardly any homework in the first place.
Jimin had made good friends with a few fellow teachers.
Taehyung or Mr. Kim, was the Art teacher that always ended up covered in paint. They’d been great friends for years, only finding each other after a few years apart when Jimin had gotten a job at the school. They usually ate lunch together and went out for drinks on the weekends. Jimin found that he’d often let his students call him Mr. Tae to prevent confusion with the Mathematics teacher. Loud and enthusiastic personality, contagious energy, definitely the most fun teacher.
Hoseok, or Mr. Jung, was the Advanced Dance teacher and dance team coach. Jimin liked to sit in on dance practices, joining in occasionally whenever the mood struck. He’d told Hoseok of his dance days back in college, even busted out a few moves, and after three days of the dance team begging him, Jimin agreed to help with choreography when needed. The loudest teacher, always cheering at basketball games, probably more enthusiastic than the cheerleaders.
Namjoon, or Mr. Kim, the Mathematics and English language teacher. No, he was not the high-strung Calculus teacher down the hall. He was notorious for breaking the printer and would often send students to retrieve papers from the library for him. Although clumsy, he was quite charming in a smart, quirky kinda way. Definitely popular with the principal. Taught Advanced Trigonometry, wore cute bowties on Fridays
And Yoongi, or Mr. Min, was the music teacher and basketball coach. He wasn’t exactly the most spontaneous teacher, but he cared deeply about music and sought to educate every one of his students as thoroughly as possible. Teaches piano, played basketball all through high school and college, ran track, acts like he doesn’t care but bought custom jerseys for all the basketball players and has pictures of all the varsity teams from all the past years hanging in his office.
Students knew that Jimin was married, made obvious by the golden band around his fourth finger, and had always tried to get him to talk about it.
“Mr. Jeon, what’s your wife like?”
“Did she send you those flowers?”
It always managed to get a chuckle from him whenever the students prodded teasingly after classes, getting nowhere as Jimin waved them out.
“Get outta here, you brats. Go on, git.” He’d shoo the class out, students giggling as they separated into the hall, only smiling to himself when they were gone.
During free periods, Jimin’s phone would ring and he’d only grin when he saw the caller I.D.
“Mr. Jeon, how nice to talk to you today.” Jimin would smirk at the chuckle on the other side of the line, imagining the amused smile on the CEO’s face.
“I could say the same to you, Mr. Jeon.”
And they’d talk for an hour before Jimin had to prepare for his next class and Jungkook had a board meeting with some important client.
The day that Jimin’s students finally met his spouse was one that he’d never forget.
He’d walk through the halls as students crowded each other to get by, hearing an odd buzz of commotion between everyone. It wasn’t until he’d spotted on of his students chatting excitedly, constantly looking over near the front desk, that he’d finally find out what was going on.
“Sungmi, what’s going on? Why is everyone so excited?” He’d ask her confusedly, the sophomore turning from her friends to him quickly.
“You didn’t hear? The head of BigHit Music Production is here!” And Jimin would look at her with wide eyes, not expecting to hear that Jungkook was at the school.
Although, he probably should’ve expected it when he’d mentioned that his students kept asking about his ‘wife’ the night before at dinner. Jungkook had never been inside the school with him before, at least not during active school hours. He’d usually drop him off on his way to work and pick him up afterwards, but never come inside.
Jimin would shuffle through the crowd of students, making his way to the front desk. And when he got past everyone, he’d find Jungkook chatting with Taehyung, small smile on his lips as Taehyung waved his arms around, paint smudges still on his face and in his hair from his Intro to Painting class.
The CEO would be dressed as he was every day; custom tailored, black Armani suit and dress shoes, platinum Rolex on his left wrist and his golden wedding ring being the only color among his black and white attire. His very presence was intimidating to the people around him, students and teachers alike. He was a powerful man, wealthy and extremely handsome, not to mention the obviously well-kept physique underneath his suit.
When Jungkook would spot Jimin, he’d completely forget about his conversation with Taehyung, only able to focus on his husband walking towards him. It would feel like slow motion, just like when they’d met for the first time in Jimin’s junior year of college.
“Hey, baby.” Jungkook would have no hesitation pulling Jimin close and kissing his cheek, completely ignoring the collective, shocked gasp that came from the crowd of teenagers.
“What’re you doing here? I thought you had a meeting at noon.” Jimin would mumble into Jungkook’s shoulder from where he’d be hiding the blush on his cheeks.
“Client cancelled last minute. Thought I’d take you out for lunch today.” Jungkook would kiss his cheek again, quietly chuckling at the color on Jimin’s cheeks before pulling away to look at the small crowd of students that had gathered.
“Mr. Jeon, I thought you were married?” He’d hear one of his students ask hesitantly, barely loud enough for him to catch over the hushed mumbles of the others.
Jimin would groan when he’d hear Jungkook laugh, full-bellied and hearty.
“Indeed, he is.” Jungkook would grin and pull Jimin’s left hand up in his own, showcasing their matching rings.
“Jeon Jungkook, Mr. Jeon’s husband. Pleasure to meet you all.” He’d do a little fake bow before Jimin tugged him out the door, not looking back at all until they’d reached the car.
At lunch, Jimin would swat at Jungkook for his little introduction, knowing that the students would be relentless in their questioning when he’d return.
The next day would be suspiciously calm, not a peep from any of his students, not even Minhwan who seemed to have a joke for everything. It was almost concerning. Very rarely did any of Jimin’s classes go by without someone going off on a tangent and somehow talking about why giraffe necks are so long, or something of the same importance.
But Jimin would completely forget all of that when Jungkook would show up to pick him up after school, waltzing into his classroom like he owned it.
“Jiminie~” The CEO would call softly, making Jimin look up from the mountain of papers he’d have to grade in the next three days.
Jimin would send a weak smile towards Jungkook before continuing to mark the paper in front of him. Jungkook would move to stand behind Jimin, silently rubbing at his shoulders in an effort to relieve some of his stress.
“Baby, you should go home. I’m going to be here for a while. I can catch a ride home with Tae.”
Jungkook would frown at that, glancing at the mound of papers before settling into a chair beside him. Making him set the pen down, Jungkook would interlock their fingers together and turn Jimin’s face to look at him.
“Not a chance, sweetcheeks.” Jimin could only smile as Jungkook kissed him, sweet and slow before pulling away.
He’d strip his suit jacket, loosen his tie, and roll up his sleeves before pulling a student desk up to his knee and dropping half of the pile of papers on top of it.
And for the next two and a half hours, Jungkook would help grade biology quizzes and homework, occasionally slipping a hand to squeeze at Jimin’s thigh. When they’d finished, it was past 7:00pm and Jimin could feel himself falling asleep as he grabbed his bag, Jungkook holding his waist to steady him from falling over. He’d let Jungkook lead him out, sending a tired, mock salute to Namjoon before being maneuvered out the door.
That night, Jungkook orders pizza and lets Jimin take a nap on his chest until it arrives, finding him blinking awake groggily as he sets the boxes on the coffee table. And later, they’d fall asleep with Jimin draped over Jungkook’s chest, both only in boxers as they huddled together, too tired to do anything but listen to each other’s breathing until they fell asleep.
Eventually, it became a common occurrence to see Jungkook visiting Jimin, either during lunch or after school. He’d bring flowers sometimes, which only caused Jimin to blush down to his toes as girls giggled in the halls.
At some point, Jimin found a framed picture of he and Jungkook on their wedding day placed on his desk. He would smile at it for a moment, remembering just how amazing their wedding had been. And the honeymoon.
Lord, the honeymoon.
Jimin would find that the students quite liked having Jungkook visit, always managing to get a smile and a few playful jabs in before he had to leave.
Jimin did too. He may have enjoyed being able to kiss his husband in the parking lot like they were teenagers, maybe a bit too much for a responsible high school teacher. And he definitely got a kick out of watching students fawn over Jungkook, knowing that he was completely and utterly his.
THAT’S ALL I GOT BUT I REALLY LOVED WRITING THIS
💖 I really hope you like this as much as I did
“…re you go, buddy. You call me if you need any more help, all right? Natalie, you good there?”
Knocking on the ajar door, you peek into the classroom to find the 5-year-olds on their morning break, eating and talking, a teacher with them who’s currently helping a little girl opening her bottle of apple juice. The same teacher your friend keeps telling you about, the same teacher everyone is in love with, according to her. Dean Winchester. She’s mentioned him so many times that his name is now seared into your brain.
“Can I help you?” His eyes find you, and right then it’s easy to figure out why the moms like him. He’s way too attractive.
on thursdays i have gym first block and we were in the weight room today, and the Straight Boys that try Way Too Hard in gym were jumping over the “vertical jump things” in the hallway outside the weight room. Most of our class had gathered around to watch (and our gym teacher didn’t even stop us, she was just snapchatting it bc shes 27 and of course she was). This one Straight Boy turns to his friend before hes about to jump and was like here hold my phone, then hes like here can you hold this? and pulls a burrito out of his pocket. BITCH!! FIRST block of the day!! a BURRITO!! i’m wheezing i’m never getting over this he had a whole ass burrito in his pocket sis a burrito
Warnings: Taehyung giving it to you good( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(lol sorry)
I’m really sorry but I couldn’t find the link to whoever’s gif this is so credit to the owner:)
Great. Another day to endure, sitting in front of Mr.Kim. You weren’t sure you could endure any longer. Like really, just looking him made you feel some type of way. His blonde hair always framed his face perfectly and when he styled it so that his eyebrows showed, there was nothing but heat. Everyone knew that he was attractive yes, but you barely said anything about it. Today was the day though. When you came in, you saw him at the board, wearing all black. Dammit, he must’ve done this on purpose. Your eyes trailed all over him, your thoughts filled with how good he looked. How sexy he looked.
You broke out of your trance and made your way to your seat only to find your friend drooling over the same person you were staring at just moments before.
It really says a lot of our priorities as a society that everyone’s shocked Macron’s wife is 20 years older than he is but nobody’s mentioning how she began sleeping with him when he was 16 and her student.
A few minutes ago Bucky had walked into the common room as
you tied of you second braid. Watching you pull it apart making it seem fluffy,
he cleared his throat to gain you attention. Giving you a small smile he nodded
to you as you continued to fluff your braid.
“What are you doing?” he asked you as he walked into the
room and sat on the floor in front of you, somehow looking like he was five and
the teacher was teaching the coolest thing.