#lawrusso better than all of you

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That lil head thing hawkmetri does everytime they fight people with each other puts me on the edge of crying

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+lawrusso 4me 🤞🤞

fine don't let my ships end up together idc im delusional they're married in my Mind

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Prompt: Serial Killers

for @ckhalloween23

(Scream au. Lawrusso. Little fast paced. Just one of a couple variations I’m going to make and build on. Wonky timeline)

Johnny slams the fridge closed dramatically, huffing and stomping towards the ringing phone. He’s pissed all day about various things. One is the fact that no colleges have gotten back to him yet. Is he really that…dumb? He could have sworn despite the various times he’d skip classes in school and flunk, that all the debutante bullshit Sid forced him into would at least work for something. Bobby assured him

(“Oh, come on, Johnny. I don’t hang out with stupid people—“he glanced at Tommy and Dutch, then back at him “Actually, scratch that. All I’m saying is that you’re not *educationally* a dumbass, alright?”)

It helped yet didn’t at all. Of course Bobby isn’t stressed, he and Jimmy have always been the smart ones. Johnny would go as far as to say they’re Harvard material. That comfort was fine and dandy, but Dutch was never good at reading the room, he was always just even more affectionate when Johnny was struggling. Arm around his shoulders as Johnny vented about it all. He just wants to get out of his stepfather’s hands, maybe become a doctor, make good money, and be on his own. Make a family at some point. How can he do that if no school wants him? What if he ends up as a plumber? Dealing with shit for shit money. What if he has to strip for perverts? And he wishes he could stop fucking thinking about that annoying little worm, LaRusso. The fighting and tournament are all over yet he seems to run into him everywhere…he can’t even say he hates it. He almost feels excited every time he sees him, especially when Ali isn’t there—so much less tension. So much more time to chat civilly with less filter. He finds himself hoping they broke up and not because he wants her back. Every date he’d been on recently never called him back. It’s like no one wants him except the cobras—and god is he thankful for them even when they say he’s wrong

(“Hey, at least you look cool even when you’re acting like a total diva.” Dutch teased, and Johnny stiffened. They always called him that and he usually scoffs, but right then it just felt like a way to tell him he’s over reacting.

No, it WAS. “I’m not being a diva. Why do you always say that shit?”

“I think you meant drama queen—“ Tommy started, mouth snapping shut at Bobby’s firm look. “Sorry.”

“What’s so great about college? Can’t you just, I don’t know, work at a diner?” Dutch shrugged

Jimmy raised his brows and nudged Johnny’s shoulder with his, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Don’t listen to him. We understand, okay?”

Johnny smiled at him. Jimmy once said he was one of the only people who never made him feel irritated, even with all his chaos. He’d even let him snag one of his grandpa sweaters, which he was usually such a prissy princess about, and just rolled his eyes when Johnny showed up to school one day wearing one. The day they met, he and Johnny were more alike than different, and that always stuck.

Johnny pushed Dutch’s arm off him hard and Jimmy’s off gently. Dutch frowned as Johnny walked to his bike, the other cobras watching and sharing looks.

“What’d I do?” Dutch all but whined to Bobby who smacked him over the head. “Don’t leave, man, please?”

Johnny shook his head and straddled his bike, grabbing his helmet. “Thanks for the pep talk, guys. I’ll see you later.”

“Call me when you get home!” Bobby shouted as Johnny sped off.)

It must be one of them. Dutch or Bobby in a coin toss. Dutch calling with a sheepish apology, asking if he can bring a pack of beer over. Bobby calling to cheer him up a little and give him tips on making better applications. Maybe Jimmy calling to talk about some movie or book, focusing on the action because he knows Johnny likes it most—a great storyteller. Or maybe it’s Tommy with a laugh in his voice, ready to make him cackle so hard his stomach cramped.

He picks up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi,” A strange voice answers. It’s like they’re using some sort of modulator.

“Uh, who is this?”

“If I tell you, will you give me a chance?” the voice croon.

A chance at what? “Sure, whatever. Who the hell is this?”

The man chuckles, “So feisty. I always liked that about you.”

“I…what?”

“What's your dating life like? Wait, Let me guess, not going so well?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“Hey, hey. I’m just curious, you never tell me about those kinds of things when we talk.“

“I never tell you?….Who is this?”

Johnny swears he hears something in the background. Something like wheezing, scraping.

“You wanna play twenty questions?”

“You wanna stop playing games and get to the point or did you want to keep prattling?” Johnny counters, walking back to the fridge with the phone pressed to his shoulder.

“No, I want to play with you for a long time.”

Johnny’s face heats up. “Maybe I’ll let you “play” with me if you tell me more about yourself. Like your name, for example.”

Why is he enjoying this?

“Well, sure!” the voice answers cheerily. “What do you want to know? Other than my name. If I gave you it now that’d be no fun. ”

Johnny thinks about it. It's someone semi-close to him at the least with how he speak. Must be some lame prank.

“Do you…live with your parents?”

“Interesting choice. Yes. My ma was very adamant that I stay until I have everything together.”

Johnny’s ears might as well have physically perked up. “Ma”. He knows a lot of people call their moms that but…

“You know, the way you talk reminds me of a boy who’d be *dead* if this were him.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. This prick from New Jersey….Kind of changed my life. Mostly for the worse I’d say.”

A hum. “You don’t sound like you hate him all that much for someone who change your life for the worse. Do you?”

Johnny stops pouring the coke staring at the half-filled cup and chewing on his lip “It’s not your turn to ask me things yet.”

“Oh, come on. Humor me.”

“Well, I guess not anymore. I kind of… appreciate him. I’d have stayed with him if he never came around. My buddies too.

“Him?”

“My teacher. Bad guy. Tried to kill me.”

“Should have killed him.” he sounds angry. surprisingly so, like a switch had been flipped.

The mansion is so…eery without his mom and Sid there. Unsettling in a different way than when they’re home. He rests his elbow on the counter, pulling his sleeve over his cold fingers. Will he get drilled into it for turning on the heat? Racking up the bill. “Great idea but I don’t really want to go to jail because I’m actually trying to have a life.”

“I wasn’t talking about you killing, I was talking about me.”

Johnny goes silent. So he knows all about it—what Kreese did—and only so many do.

“You look pretty in that sweater, Johnny.”

It takes Johnny’s brain a moment to process that and when it does he stands up straight, looking out the windows he can see.

“Wha—How do know what I’m wearing?” He changed after he got home. There’s no way he could know that unless…

“Are you all alone?”

Yes. Painfully so.

“I—I’m over this. Bye.”

“Did you lock all the doors?“

Click. He practically slams the phone back in the holder, nerves haywire all over again. He dumps his drink out in the sink in favor of some of the scotch stashed in the cabinet

Pouring it hurriedly then going upstairs to get loose and pass out for a good night's rest.

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Johnny startles awake, his eyes darting in the direction of the sudden cracking noise—heart jumping in his throat when he sees someone successfully breaking into his room. How did he not wake up sooner?

A big white face with a gaping mouth, gloved hands pushing open the window and stumbling in: clumsy.

Adrenaline hits him like a train.

He slinks off his bed and onto the ground just as the intruder's feet meet the floor

They’re not exactly tall, and their flowy black attire makes it hard to determine their stature

He stands up quickly and runs toward the person but a glint makes him stop in his tracks.

The person tilts their head like a dog, bringing out a kitchen knife smeared with blood.

They step towards him, and he steps back, that pattern continuing until Johny only has the corner of the wall behind him, nowhere to escape. He was taught better than this—maybe he can still run.

The intruder sweeps his legs causing him to fall on his back and lose all his breath, lungs feeling like they were punched, his head knocking on the floor making him see stars. The person gets between his legs easily and puts a hand on his chest to hold him down (though it feels more like a grope) and the blade still held in warning

Maybe he could get it away from him. Maybe he can get himself to move if he just takes a deep breath. Wills away the dizziness.

Heavy breathing comes from the mask, and he trails the blade down Johnny's body slowly. Toying with him. Staring at him with big black eyes. “I’m sorry. I thought you’d catch yourself better, you’re usually such a cat….” he leans in “You’ve been drinking again, haven’t you? Bad boy.”

“Are you going to kill me? Johnny asks, voice high and tight.

“Are you scared?” his voice is strange like he’s impersonating someone, like they’re going as deep as they can. Breathy.

Johnny grits his teeth, eyes on the blood smeared on the mask.

“I…I’ll give you whatever you want of mine. Just please don’t take my parents’ stuff—“

The boy shakes his head. “Don’t be scared.”

Johnny’s hands tremble where they’re clutching his sweater. He could wrap his legs around his waist and squeeze tight, roll him over, and surprise him enough to escape.

But the knife—but the butterflies in his stomach.

He was always fascinated by knives. The way they reflected things. He used to play with the switchblade his dad left when he was young. He hid it from his mom until the day he accidentally sliced his hand and needed stitches. She was furious, he was thinking about just how dark his blood was. Not at all like the movies he’d watch that looked like ketchup. He thought it was beautiful

“I know you like blood on your hands but — “ The intruder swipes the red off his mask with a finger, leather shining with it. Johnny’s eyes follow widely, “Is it like I do?”

He almost sounds hopeful. Vulnerable. Johnny’s heart thumps loudly. he hates murder. Murder is wrong. It’d make him a bad person if he sometimes thought about going further than a strike. More than just his hands and high kicks and words. He says nothing, and the boy tuts his tongue, wiping the blood on Johnny’s lips like some sort of fucked up lipstick.

“I think you do. I know you, Johnny. Better than you think I do. Better than you know me.”

“No. No. I don’t like it.” Johnny chokes out, tongue threatening to peek out a lick his lips clean.

He can just sense he’s smiling. “Okay, pretty boy.”

He knows him. He *knows* him.

The intruder covers his eyes, shushing soothingly when Johnny goes tense

“No more dates for you. ” he whispers, and Johnny flinches when he feels the heat of their mouth hovering over his. “I’ll keep making sure of it. And since you *don’t* want blood on your hands, you should probably just give up because next time, I’ll stab them when you’re still there.”

It clicks in his head like a phone getting hung up: All the failed dates, they’re dead. All because of him. All because this man is… is what? Obsessed with him?

He kisses Johnny out of no where and it’s eager, rough like he had been waiting forever. Like he’s trying to eat Johnny like a blood-glazed cake lips first and he just lays there and takes it. Opens his mouth and tastes his tongue: iron and mint. Something interesting.

He turns his head abruptly, hand still covering his eyes firmly, and the kiss breaks with a wet noise that has Johnny’s feeling warm. He breathes through his nose, tears welling at the corner of his eyes. He’s striking first and Johnny hasn’t struck him once

“Aw. I’m disappointed you’re done so soon, but that’s okay. I’m not pushy. I wasn’t even sure you’d let me…You chew on things so much, you have no idea the things I think about you.“

A rustle, then the moonlight filling Johnny’s vision again.

The murderer gets up and saunters to his bedroom door, looking back at him with his hand on the knob

Johnny sits up his elbows, licking the roof of his mouth to savor.

“One day, I won’t have to make calls, ‘cause you are instead,” he tells Johnny like a promise before he opens the doors with a creak and steps out.

Johnny lays back again, shaking with it all. No want in him to close his window or see if the boy is burglarizing the mansion or just going out the front door like he owns the place.

He might ask someone out tomorrow.

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Here's a little Lawrusso comedy fic for a Sunday afternoon...

It's called Safe Word

Safe Word

“I can handle it, man,” Johnny said, sounding like he was on the verge of arguing.

“I know you can,” Daniel sighed, “but that's not the point.”

They hadn't been together long.

After the divorce it had taken Daniel a while to notice that every time Johnny insulted him it was actually a ham fisted attempt at flirting.

Johnny didn't have the vocabulary or experience to express what he wanted, Daniel eventually realised.

While the world had moved on since 1984, Johnny simply hadn't. He was stuck in high school, pulling pigtails to let Daniel know that he liked him, or in his case, calling him Danielle or Princess every chance he got.

After Daniel had figured out what Johnny was actually doing, he asked him out to a bar. It was a date, but Daniel wasn't sure that Johnny realised it was a date.

He picked Johnny up at 8 and opened the car door for him.

They went out for burgers and Daniel picked up the check first, saying, “No, no. This is my treat.”

They went to a bar, where they drank round after round of Banquet and shots, and as they closed out the tab at the end of the night, Daniel handed over his card to the bartender.

“You trying to get laid, LaRusso?” Johnny asked, as he leaned up against the bar. “You're treating me like a chick on a first date.”

“Maybe I am,” Daniel replied as he put his wallet away. “Maybe that's what this is.”

“Oh yeah?” Johnny asked.

“Maybe I'm trying to woo you,” Daniel said with a grin.

“Woo?” Johnny asked. “Like a ghost?”

“No,” Daniel laughed. “Like I want to be with you.”

“Oh,” Johnny said quietly, even though Daniel could practically see the gears in his head whirring. After a while he added, “Well, maybe I want to be with you too.”

“Good,” Daniel replied with a nod, trying to keep his cool.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He'd told Johnny this was a date and he hadn't beaten the shit out of him? It was going way better than Daniel expected.

They went out into the parking lot, and Daniel decided to leave his car at the bar, so he booked an Uber.

As they waited for the car to arrive neither of them spoke. The air around them felt heavy with the anticipation of what would come next.

They were heading back to Johnny's place.

Daniel made polite chit chat in the car, discussing some local news story about the state of the roads with the driver, just to make the journey go faster and to break the unbearable tension.

When they arrived, Johnny opened the door, then stepped back, letting Daniel enter the apartment first.

The second the door was closed, Johnny was on him. Kissing him roughly as he pushed Daniel against the wall.

Johnny's lips moved down to Daniel's neck, making him moan loudly.

Johnny broke away and breathlessly asked, “You wanna take this to the bedroom?”

“Yeah,” Daniel replied. “I really do.”

That was 6 weeks ago now and Daniel had never felt happier.

It turned out that Johnny had hidden depths under all that bluster and he was surprisingly sensitive in a way that Daniel had never expected. Johnny cried easily and he was quick to anger. He was a bubbling cauldron of swirling emotion hidden under a tough exterior, and Daniel could never predict how he'd react to anything.

When he decided to ask Johnny out on a date he'd thought that he'd probably react badly and have some kind of nervous breakdown over his precious masculinity, but he seemed to be oddly relaxed about the fact that he wasn't actually as straight as he'd made out.

Their sex life so far had been pretty frantic, with all the excitement of having a new partner, made even more fun by the fact that this was Johnny. Daniel still couldn't believe it sometimes.

They'd quickly graduated from kissing and fumbling around, to hand stuff and going down on each other, but Daniel didn't think it'd go any further than that. Johnny had been great about the whole thing so far, but Daniel knew he'd likely have him limits.

They were in a diner having breakfast one morning when out of nowhere Johnny said, “I think I want to try anal.”

Daniel choked on his coffee, spluttering across the table.

“Wow that's gross, man,” Johnny said, wiping his hand.

“You want to try what?” Daniel said, still coughing.

“You know,” Johnny said, leaning across the table, as if he'd finally realised there were kids sat not far away from them. “Butt stuff.”

“Oh my god,” Daniel gasped. “You could have waited till I wasn't drinking to say that.”

“It's just my ass,” Johnny said, said shrugging his shoulders.

Daniel sat back. “Your ass?”

“Well, yeah,” Johnny said. “That's what I want to try. So can we?”

“I think we need to do some research on the logistics of the whole thing first,” Daniel said, as he raised his coffee cup again.

“Well, yeah. It's not like I'm asking you to bend me over a table now, man,” Johnny said.

Daniel choked on his coffee again.

Daniel spent some time doing research.

He worked out what supplies they needed and how to prepare for what they were going to do.

He found an online sex store and ordered lube and other things.

In his heart he knew this was going to be a big deal, despite how casual Johnny was being about it.

Daniel didn't think Johnny had really thought it through and he knew there was a chance that despite his eagerness to go ahead with it all, there might be a chance he might have a change of heart, and wouldn't tell Daniel because he didn't want to seem like a pussy.

“I can handle it, man,” Johnny said, sounding like he was on the verge of arguing, when Daniel sat him down for a discussion beforehand.

“I know you can,” Daniel sighed, “but that's not the point.”

“What, do you think I'm gonna wimp out the second you touch my ass?”

“And that's exactly what I'm worried about,” Daniel said. “The fact you think changing your mind if you realise you don't like it makes you a wimp.”

“I'm not gonna change my mind,” Johnny said.

“But if we do this and you realise you don't like it and you don't tell me, do you know how that would make me feel?” Daniel asked. “I'd feel awful about it. It'd ruin the whole night.”

“Yeah, OK,” Johnny conceded.

“We need a safe word,” Daniel said.

“Safe word?” Johnny asked. “What's that?”

“It's a word you use when your exploring your boundaries during sex to indicate to your partner that things are starting to get a little too much for you.”

“Are we going somewhere?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because I thought we were gonna do it on my bed, right here.”

“Huh?” Daniel asked, his brown wrinkling in confusion.

“We could go to Vegas,” Johnny suggested, in a way that sounded like he thought he was being helpful.

“What?” Daniel asked.

“Boundaries,” Johnny said. “Is that like the state line or something?”

Daniel couldn't help but laugh. Johnny never failed to amaze him.

“A boundary is like a line you don't want to step over,” Daniel said. “Like you told me you don't like it if touch your neck, so now I don't touch your neck. That's a boundary.”

“OK, yeah,” Johnny said. “I get it. So how does a safe word work?”

“We choose a word now, and if either of us doesn't like something the other is doing we say the word and the other person has to stop what they're doing,” Daniel said. “But it has to be a word that you'd never ever say during sex.”

“OK,” Johnny said thoughtfully. He paused a moment, then said, “How about Miyagi?”

“Johnny…” Daniel said through gritted teeth. “The last person I want to think of during sex is the man who was practically my father.”

“Yeah, but say we're doing it and I realise I don't like it,” Johnny said. “I says his name and it's an instant boner killer, so you have to stop doing the thing I don't like.”

“Huh,” Daniel said, thinking about what Johnny just said.

“I mean, I know you'd stop anyway. I trust you,” Johnny said “But I'm also a guy and I know sometimes that's really difficult, so think of it like an off switch, but for your wang.”

“Hmmm…” Daniel said. “You know what? That's actually a good point.”

“So Miyagi it is?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Miyagi it is.” Daniel replied with a smile.

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What's love got to do with it? (134079 words) by ColorMeParanoid Chapters: 30/30 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Howie "Chimney" Han, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Maddie Buckley, Ana Flores (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Light Angst, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together, First Kiss, Communication, Eventual Smut, platonic boyfriends, Unconventional Relationship, Slow Burn, In a way, Falling In Love, Not Beta Read, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Feelings Realization, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Oblivious Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Oblivious Evan "Buck" Buckley, Coming Out, Awkward First Times, idiots to lovers Series: Part 1 of What's love? Summary: "Hear me out," Buck said. "Clearly, both of us are sick of dating other people. And we're a good fit, in pretty much every way that matters. So what if we're not in love? We don't need to be in love to be happy together." Eddie frowned. "So basically, we'd be boyfriends, without benefits?" "Yes!" Buck snapped his fingers. "Like platonic boyfriends! We'd get all the benefits of a relationship and none of the heartbreak." And maybe Eddie had finally lost his mind, or maybe it was from all the alcohol clouding his judgment, but the idea of it didn't sound half as crazy as it should have. *** After Buck’s and Eddie’s dates both end with disasters – proving once again that maybe dating just wasn’t meant for them – they decide to simply settle for each other. If there was one person in the world they'd ever trust with their hearts, it was each other. And who was a better person to date other than your very own best friend?

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Sorry if it's boring, but continuing with LawRusso AU Johnny princess, I really like the "enchanted" movie and I can't stop thinking about Johnny being Giselle singing to the rats and cockroaches to clean Daniel and Sam's house lol

as a rule of thumb it is NEVER boring to send me asks, especially ones like these where i can have fun and think of AUs! and you picked a movie i love so this is just a win win for me!!

let’s get into it:

lawrusso enchanted AU is such a good idea im almost jealous i didn’t think of it myself!!

i think daniel and amanda got divorced amicably a few years ago and she still lives in los angeles but daniel moved back to jersey to be closer to lucille and he took sam with him (im imagining this as a story without anthony because it fits better, sorry anthony).

daniel still works as a divorce lawyer because that is just funny to me and it’s canon to the movie and he has this perpetual look of "im one shirt sleeve caught on a door handle away from snapping" look because being a single father is hard work and yeah, he and amanda co-parent but sam is with him most of the time and by moving here he’s always made himself more prone to special lucille larusso mother attacks of "you never visit even now that you’re so close" "you’re so skinny, do you cook actual food or just eat take out?" "are you coming for christmas? all your cousins will be there and also that nice girl you liked when you were a kid, judy? maybe it’s time to get back into dating, daniel!"

amanda has planned to come into the city to spend the holidays with her daughter and ex-husband and i see her as a platonic nancy role.

sam is in her full princess era and she’s making both her parents crazy with all the singing and dancing (and kicking furniture because she’s a karate princess)

meanwhile, in andalasia, johnny who is both prince(ss) and hero dreams of finding his one true love and sighs at his window. he’s been locked away in a tower by his evil step-dad kreese and he’s waiting for someone to come and save him (or at least just open the door of his magically locked tower because he can surely save himself).

carmen who happens to be a princess and hero herself has gone on a quest to save the lost prince of andalasia and with her help, johnny manages to escape the tower, defeat a forest troll and take back his throne from kreese’s claws. he and carmen tentatively get together (but deep down both feel this might not be the right fit for each other) and as johnny makes his way to his own royal wedding he’s sent to Real Life New Jersey and meets daniel and sam.

i kind of see giselle’s wedding dress for him but with pants for a more Realistic outfit but… screw realism i want johnny lawrence in that EXACT outfit!

also imagine scott mccall the equalizer soft mullet with a tiara, it’s just too good. ALSO imagine carmen IN THIS!!!!

you KNOW she would rock this!!

oh and yeeees, johnny summoning rats and insects in daniel’s apartment to clean and sam is SOOOOO excited because that’s a real life prince(ss) who also happens to be a great fighter and they do karate moves while also talking about johnny’s best friend, a chipmunk called bobby.

sam and johnny going on a shopping spree and buying a bunch of stuff and eating ice cream. johnny going to the hairdresser and having his hair cut to look more traditionally masculine (daniel doesn’t want to look into why it makes him sad) because he he keeps getting looks from people in the street for his dress and long hair.

johnny making clothes out of daniel’s curtains and daniel is all you could just ASK me for MY clothes you are not THAT much bigger than i am. johnny making a gi for sam out of pastel pink flower fabric from an old blanket and daniel is like okay… i have to admit that’s pretty adorable.

johnny in the park singing to daniel, who has been wondering if he should take his mom’s advice and try to get back with amanda, hoooow dooooes she knooooow you loooove heeeer (johnny stop, people are looking at us) and johnny has that giselle/animated princess innocence but there is still very much an edge of assholery to him where every time he can he embarrasses daniel as much as possible.

(carmen running around new jersey trying to find her prince(ss) and being like i kind of hate this i wish this was more sunny, also why do i keep getting questions about being on broadway what is a broad a way)

daniel and johnny fighting because johnny keeps saying carmen will come get him and daniel is so fed up with it ("no, johnny, it’s just not gonna happen." "no? is that the only word you know, larusso? no?! oh my god you make me so, so so!!!" "so what?" "so angry!" cue sparring in the living room because that’s how they deal with emotions )

johnny and daniel falling in love montage and then CARMEN AND AMANDA FALLING IN LOVE MONTAGE!!! YES I WILL SNEAK CARMANDA IN EVERYTHING EVER!!

kreese coming to new jersey to finish the job, daniel and johnny going to the ball and daniel giving johnny a true love’s kiss, kreese turning into a dragon and kidnapping daniel, johnny chasing them on the roof with carmen’s sword in his hand and finally getting rid of his evil step-father to save his one true love!!

"is this an habit of yours, daniel? falling off of stuff?"

"only when you’re there to catch me."

lawrusso new jersey happy ending and carmanda los angeles happy ending because amanda wouldn’t go to andalasia when sam is there and hey! carmen would love a break from being a fairytale hero! she wants to go to the beach!

daniel quits his job because it makes him miserable and he and johnny open a dojo together which sam is very excited about and lucille is so happy that her son has found someone and seems to be happier than ever.

they all go to andalasia once in a while to visit bobby and the other three chipmunks (you know who they are) and they all live happily ever after.

the end!

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I saw the new poster for season 6 and Terry is not in it but Kreese and Kim are UGhhhhHhhhhHHhHh already annoyed and disappointed

If you let Terry Silver in, he completely takes over the show. Which is what saved the show in S4, because how often can we see Kreese go, "This is really your last chance, Johnny. Are ya in or are ya out?" But you put Terry and John Kreese together, out Kreese goes, Johnny Lawrence who?? What kids? (Though I think he would have gone for Samantha, or, much more intriguingly, neglected Anthony in an effort to ensnare his Danny boi 🥰), Terry is impossible to contain! They might have thought that Kreese and Terry would be an epic finale adversary duo, but in my completely biased opinion, Thomas is too good a writer and too epic a fighter compared to all the other actors not to pull focus. We saw this in the third film already! Daniel is not afraid of Kreese, but Terry? There's too much history there. And it's Johnny especially that he completely wipes off the board. And with Johnny the main character, that's rather a problem. So I kind of get that they put him on a bus. You can't go back to Johnny x Daniel vs Kreese with him around. And Ralph and Billy do so love playing together. And they have so much to wrap up.

What I am annoyed about is that they still want Tang Soo Do to be the main antagonistic force. Casting Master Kim, bringing in Da Eun and fabricating some bond between her and their version of Kreese (we've seen how they write Terry, that's not the same character. I can make sense of it in my head, but still), which they seem the audience to want to take at face value, and yet they want to leave out Terry? Tang Soo Do was Terry's obsessions. The Sekai Taikai was Terry's idea. In the way they write him, Kreese isn't that fussed about Master Kim or Tang Soo Do in the first place. He seems to have gone to Korea to indulge Terry, he would have never tried for the Sekai Taikai. So to now make that all about Kreese again because the writers have a raging boner for Kreese and Johnny's bond even if they can't write it well enough to keep it interesting... That annoys me. You're going Tang Soo Do, you're dealing with Terry.

They didn't have to go there. They could have left Terry to his hors d'oeuvres in the first place, but they didn't. And then they tried to make it about Johnny when it never was, and they failed to properly involve Johnny as an adult.

And they're like: "Oh, but this is where the backstory is!" Newsflash, if you're good enough a character writer, you don't need that. Case in point, I saw a Great Expectations adaption lately. And since I'd seen BBC's Dickensian first, I thought that the characters of Arthur Havisham and Compeyson would be major presences in the main story. But they're not. At all. And that's fine, because what the BBC writers wrote in no way contradicts the novel. So even if Johnny and Kreese were originally more thinly drawn, that needn't have stopped the writers from making them characters that could carry a show for six seasons. But they can't! Without backstory, they're lost. So they can't think of anything without building on whatever crumbs of canon they haven't milked yet. And they can't handle Terry Silver, who is an amazingly rich character because TIG created him and is a better character writer apparently. They have trouble containing Ralph because he knows Daniel so well and has lived with him even more intensely than Billy has and is an amazing actor. But for all his gifts, Ralph is not a writer. He couldn't write a series for Daniel. Thomas could write a series for Terry! In fact, he wrote a film for Terry. It's called Excessive Force! Also, TIG himself conceeded that he thought the LawRusso angle would carry the series, and there would be no need for Terry. Apparently, not in these writers' hands. And now they're trying to put him back in a box while still milking Terry's backstory. And I get why, but it shows. It's like how they've replaced Aisha, an interesting well rounded character with ties to Sam and a great love of Cobra Kai, with Devon, a girl who has been given barely any personality. Imagine what Aisha in Cobra Kai in S3 could have meant for drama. Her relationship with Tory, Sam, and Johnny already there. Why not give her Kenny's arc? Because - and I know I'm being salty - that would take skill. What they also could have done? Leave Kreese in jail or write him out for a bit, send Da Eun home, deal with all the kids for five episodes, then once they arrive in the Sekai Taikai, have Terry come out with: "Surprise, bitch. This has always been my dream, and you've now stepped on my turf. I told you not to." Terry could have spun that story about the ref, he could have turned it on Daniel and Johnny and Chozen. And maybe there yet will be a storyline about Terry in there. Because logically, is prison where it would end with Da Eun taking his place? Come on!

[danielslaw]

LIMO POSSE: a lawrusso nsfw fanfiction.

Summary : After the aftermath of the fight at the dojo in the season five finale, Johnny and Daniel have a talk after everyone else leaves. Alone at the back of the limo, they begin to discover things about each other. Being them, it ends up heated and messy and so very them.

Notes: I haven't written smut in a long time but here is my attempt to some emotional porn. And of course, the first to get this treatment are my idiot men. Enjoy. This is an old fanfic I wrote for my now deleted AO3.

They make sure to take all of the kids back to their homes. That was the priority for the night. Shannon came by to pick Robby up and the look on her face when she saw he was injured made both men ache. But she didn’t blame them, simply hugged Daniel as she always does, somehow always grateful for what he does, and with Johnny. . .they were working things out. But she nods in his direction. She takes Tory too and some of the Reseda kids and part ways. Carmen and Amanda leave together and take Miguel, Sam, and Anthony with them. 

“That’s not fair, I want to stay with dad.” Anthony proclaims as he gushes like the kid he once knew about how cool he was and how his dad was much better than other dads. But Amanda nudges him forward. They are all aware of how much he and Johnny needed to talk. The ambulance takes both Chozen and Barnes, at Daniel’s insistence and he watches them go, and all of a sudden, they are alone. 

In front of a Cobra Kai dojo, now empty, the sirens are gone and so are the kids. Silver is gone. Kreese is out of jail. Somehow, what had felt like the end, now felt like a prelude to another storm. Johnny is not unreadable, though. For all of his tough exterior, the alcohol and adrenaline had left him worn down, ripe for the plucking, and for Daniel to see through him.

He is troubled. Who wouldn’t be? Somehow, they end up at the back of the dojo, all doors locked because of evidence and all that police procedure. The limo had been parked there and no one had taken it. Louie would kill him but for now, it felt like a little safe haven for both of them. To sit and relax. Side by side, knees bumping into one another as they breathe. He needs the moment to refocus back into reality, half expecting Johnny to complain, except, all he hears is the other man on his side.

Daniel doesn’t realize Johnny is mimicking his breathing until the third time he inhales and looks to his side, the man breathing deeply and releasing. Somehow, he is transfixed by the sight, the way his chest fills up, blue eyes closed as he focuses on it. 

It almost feels rude to wake Johnny up from the exercise but they can’t just sit beside one another like that and do nothing. “Johnny. . .it’s gonna be okay. We got this.” Because what else is left to say? Daniel let his head linger by the side, focusing on Johnny as his eyes open and he stares straight ahead. “God, I’m tired, but. . .we just need a plan, be prepared-”

“--Aren’t you tired of us, man?” A pause at the interruption, as blue eyes finally snap back at him. They always make him so alert, because he isn’t sure how to react to them, not even now when they are friends. Johnny is like the ocean, unpredictable but you can walk away from it once you are swept under his force.  He is about to ask what he means when the man just continues. “We have been at each other’s throats for thirty-four years. We fight, all the fucking time.” 

He frowns, yeah, they kept doing that but lately, they've just been circling around each other. Just friends. Something grows inside the pit of his belly, and he aches, thinking of what it could mean. Under all that fighting and hatred, is it really that simple? They could be so much more and yet, friends don't simply cut it. “We are talking now, Johnny.” 

Their knees bump into each other again as Johnny moves closer, crowding him against the door of the limousine. His whole body tense and prepares, like it often does, as Johnny is gripping the sides of his jacket and pulling, and Oh , that’s familiar. “Fight, talk, we keep doing this shit. Do you feel like talking?” The question hangs in the air and he almost misses it, because of the way he feels Johnny’s hot breath hitting his mouth. 

Too close. His body tries to wiggle out of the pressure of the others like it often did in high school. Except for this time, he feels something pressuring him back. Oh . That was different. What the fuck. It feels heavy against him, where it was clear that he was feeling the same way.  “What do you want to do then, Johnny?” And fuck, he should probably fight back and tell Johnny that he is drunk. Except not drunk enough because he hasn’t felt this clear in years. 

He is tired too. Fighting is all they did. They keep their distance and be friends now except it doesn’t feel like it’s enough for either one. But there is something in those blue eyes as he feels the grip on him loosen. “Don’t fuck with me, LaRusso.” 

Daniel doesn’t let him say anything else before he moves and leans forward, surging Johnny’s lips into a kiss and shutting him up. And it’s so sloppy, between the stingy breath of alcohol and the taste of blood and yet, so perfect. It’s uncomfortable, his back aches from the position he is pressed on but he can’t really hate it when Johnny presses down and feels him through the fabrics of clothes.  

“I am fucking with you , Johnny. No fight, or talk. You could’ve died today.” I could’ve lost you . And Johnny attacks his lips again, and finally, he feels some of that aggression he loves on Johnny come back with full force as his tongue presses into his mouth and Daniel opens up for him, moaning into the feeling, exploring each other with too much force, too much need. 

Fuck . Thirty-four years to figure this shit out. And yet, he can’t have it any other way, as strong hands grip his waist and pull him up, close. His legs straddling Johnny’s and he takes a moment to breathe and not hit the ceiling with his head.  They really are doing this. Holy Fuck. “Off.” He points toward Johnny’s jacket as he struggles with his own. 

This isn’t how he pictured it though. In his shame, when they met again, he had imagined it differently. At the dojo, under the stars, sitting side by side on the pond. Or on Johnny’s unsanitary warehouse as he presses him down to the dirty floor and holds him down, just the perfect middle between fighting and fucking. 

Somehow this is better and just the same. Because Johnny is mouthing on him now, lips attached to the side of his neck and nibbling on sensitive skin there as his hands fail to unbutton his shirt. 

“So fucking slow, LaRusso.” And it shouldn’t be as hot as it is when Johnny just pulls on the fabric and the buttons fly around, and the cold air hits his exposed skin. Jesus, what a caveman. Somehow, it makes his body grind down, seeking some friction and when that elicits a strangled sound from Johnny, he does it again. As he tears away the fabric of the shirt, Johnny does the same for his own and his hands reach down between them, where their bodies meet. 

He kisses him again, as his hands find the zipper of Johnny’s trousers and pull it down, feeling the heat that radiates from the other’s body. Fuck, of course, he is big. Bastard. He palms him through the clothes, lips lingering on his own. “If we are gonna do this, you better start using my name, Johnny.” He kisses him again, breathing out a strained moan as he feels a hand on himself, somehow, through the words and the struggle, Johnny had managed to get a grip on him, stroking his cock, straining against the fabric of his underwear. 

And Johnny nibbles at him again, one arm sneaking through his middle and gripping tightly, pulling him down into the seats. Eyes rack down to where the blond is now pulling his pants down and Daniel feels like a teenager, about to get it on in the back of a car except, shit, his teen self would never be able to afford a limousine. He manages to wiggle out of his own pants and push them away, inhibitions are damned. 

Johnny wraps his legs with one arm and pulls him close, as he settles in between his legs. Shit, they don’t even have lube for this. He isn’t even sure if they have time for the full thing. He doesn’t really care, as he feels the weight of Johnny’s cock against his own and one grip holding them both together, stroking the heads with quick movement. They moan at the same time, out of breath and overwhelmed, his hands moving to grip Johnny’s hip and gripping, scratching. 

He groans against him and moves to thrust harder against him. “I can take it, come on. I know you can do better.” Daniel aches for something bruising.  It should bruise Johnny. It needs to ache and bruise and leave him dazed for another thirty-four years. “You talk too much, Daniel .” And the use of his name leaves him shuddering at the ache he feels. “Little shit, you always did.” He wants Johnny to consume him and to return the favor. Feels like it's never enough.

Johnny shifts, it would be easier with him on his stomach but somehow, neither wants to stop looking at each other. He doesn’t mind, as he watches Johnny figure out his next move, slotting the head of his cock to Daniel’s crack and test driving that with a move. “Squeeze.” And Daniel does and he thrust again, and oh fuck, that’s good .

“Yeah, right there.” And somehow, like everything else, they fall into a rhythm. It’s messy and tangled, but that's all them . The weight of Johnny on him, pushing him down, the hand that sneaks into his throat to keep him in place as he begins to piston against him, and he sneaks a hand to his own cock because it feels too much and he feels so close. 

Not enough time, but the perfect time for them. “I want to be inside you, man. Fuck. You feel so good.” The sincerity is raw and unheard of but god, he wants the same. He tightens his leg grip around Johnny, free hand holding the man’s hand on his throat, not pressuring but not letting go either. He wants him there. At the moment, with him. 

He always forgets how to breathe around Johnny anyways. It’s only fair he takes his breath again at the moment. “I want you inside too. Next time, yeah? Yeah , next time, I’ll even let you come inside, that’s what I need.” Jesus, where did that come from? Daniel isn’t sure but it does something to Johnny as he moans and grips his throat tighter and there is a relentless ache between his legs before the blond man collapses on him.

Warm hit his ass and part of his thighs and he just had Johnny Lawrence come on him, and it felt like the most glorious thing. He follows next, as Johnny nips on the side of his ear, pulling and tugging on the earlobe and hands holding his stomach as he hits his peak, Johnny’s name on his tongue like a prayer. A promise. He convulses through it all, hot breath against his skin,  Johnny's own cock rubbing against sensitive skin and he shivers. "Fuck yeah, Daniel."

Coming down from the bliss, he fears whatever this was. Adrenaline or just a rush would be gone. But Johnny is looking back at him, closing the distance for a gentle kiss that takes his breath away again. “Hey.” He mumbles against the other man’s lips. 

Johnny scoffs back, but he lingers on, and his grip is still tight on his hips, hands shifting to touch his cum against his stomach. Somehow, he should find it gross but it only makes him let out a breathless laugh. “Hey, LaRusso.” A pause, as he seems to reconsider. “ Daniel .”

He smiles, he feels sticky and messy, tired. They are not teenagers anymore to be frottaging against each other in a backseat but here they are. And it feels like a long time coming. “Let’s go home.”

It feels like home, though. Right there. With Johnny slotted between his legs and the weight of his body against his. Just perfectly right.

[zannolin]

9, 11, 42

9. Do you comment on stories you read?

as many as i can, yes. i pride myself in doing my best to be the kind of commenter i'd love to have on my own fics. a lot of the time i don't leave as extensive comments as i would like because i'm really tired and low-energy by the time i have a moment to read fic but dammit i'm going to leave a nice comment! the author deserves to know their work was good and i enjoyed it!!

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

this is evil because i hate choosing. um. okay.

there's daggers in men's smiles by pinkgrapefloyd continues to haunt me. it's a lawrusso fencing au spanning the movies to cobra kai timeline and it's SOOOO. like it's everything to me. please read this fic. how is this not the most talked about fic in the world.

autostereogram by marycontraire. talked about this one before on my blog. will continue to do so. forever. set like nebulously post ck canon, it's about robby finding out lawrusso were briefly involved in '85 and it's so....like okay it's part of a series about them getting their lives together and getting themselves together and the whole messy history of it all and the entire series is good i cannot stress that enough. but this one. it's so devastating and perfect and the choice to tell it via robby's pov is fucking genius and i keep thinking about it. please read this fic. please hold my hand and talk to me about it. it haunts me.

love me on purpose by smoosnoom. oh. my fucking god. this fic. look me in the eyes. IGNORE the fact that it isn't finished. it doesn't fucking matter this fic is ART. i saw the summary and was bewitched body and soul. it's stranger things, post-canon, post-college. mike and will haven't talked for four years and everyone's back in hawkins for christmas and it's the most poignant, devastating, heartfelt story about depression and self-worth and losing touch and reconnecting and growing up and leaving home and coming back and GOD the byler writers have me by the throat and the heart and the soul also because they understand the assignment (estranged childhood best friends) (knowing someone better than you know yourself and then losing them and trying to find yourself again and maybe them too) (the inherent tragedy of growing up and growing apart) (the love was there and it mattered and what if it isn't anymore? what if it is?) this fic rly just made me lose my mind more over mike wheeler than i do normally which is saying something. if you know me at all.

honorable mentions go to compunction also by smoosnoom (ohhhh mike wheeler) & what kind of man doesn't by menocchio (lawrusso roadtrip fic of all time)

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

i believe it was sleepless nights, losing ground, i'm reaching for you by andiwriteordie just this morning. i've been waiting all day to have time to comment lol. it's basically what if mike and will were both being vecna'd in season 4 and i really enjoyed it! the end is so cruel to me personally (in a fun way i would love another 10k words stat pls) but yeah i'd recommend it. it's definitely one of the best mike gets vecna'd fics i've found so far.

get to know your fic writer!

[youandthemountains]

1, 3, 8, and 22 mayhaps?? <333

1. the character everyone gets wrong

could go with so many but the root of it all is Miyagi. he's often treated like Karate Jesus in the sense that everyone expects him to be about forgiveness because of the dig two graves line I guess. it's a total misunderstanding of his philosophy that makes his character fall so flat when people bother to include him - honestly even Ralph's Human Yoda line, which also kind of makes me cringe, is a better understanding of Miyagi as a man with a history that shaped his understanding of his philosophy and how both of those shaped his relationship with Daniel, with Sato, with Yukie, even with Lucille and as we see later, with Amanda. He's so rarely given the dignity of being understood as a whole person - even and especially in comparison to the full fledged backstories and empathy provided to Kreese and Silver and OG Cobra #5.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

Look. Not even touching what they said about Chozen bc we've already established the lack of empathy people have for certain characters. But that last one - I would love if this was true. You have no idea how much I'd love that. I miss enjoying lawrusso and that would have definitely helped me enjoy lawrusso but Johnny could not have cared less about Daniel in s5. They weren't enemies, they had no connection, he was an acquaintance at best. Daniel coming to him in desperation and getting a lecture that's fully just Johnny talking to himself - he never listens to Daniel, never hears him, never shows up in a way I thought he uniquely could.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

That Johnny is actually the closest to a Miyagi parallel and the idea that 1) Carmen is going to have a miscarriage and 2) this is somehow equivalent to Miyagi coming home from fighting in a war he was coerced into to find his wife and child died because they weren't allowed to seek treatment because they were considered less than citizens bc of their country of birth. Actually infuriates me.

I think that they could hypothetically connect I guess, sure, except I think Miyagi would never need nor want to subject himself to a guy who makes jokes like 'lol you never taught him English'. (also a pet peeve is things where Miyagi chastises Daniel over having hesitations about Johnny like come on. He didn't even want to teach Daniel immediately, why does everyone think he's just been dying to open a Home for Lost Boys. Daniel helped him open up a bit but he's fundamentally an introvert). Everyone always forgets the bottle breaking scene & the fact that there's such thing as pragmatic pacifism as well.

There's some people who's response to microaggressions is to laugh with them, connect over it. There's no textual evidence for that to be Miyagi though, beyond people interpreting everything through a christian lens and expecting Good to be Endlessly Compassionate and Forgiving. For all the gritty realism people use to understand the motivations of other characters, there's very little engagement with how Miyagi's experiences affect how he navigates the world. But that goes back to the first question, I got a little off track.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

DANIEL KEEPS A SCRAPBOOK. that is such an important and telling detail about him and no one gets it 😑

Daniel and Shannon's friendship but tbf the show kind of forgot about that too. I simply cannot believe she'd approach Johnny about her concerns about Silver, and not Daniel.

In general his relationships with women - I think it's actually super important and intentional that his final fight with silver is him flanked by Amanda and Carmen alone. I think Damanda in general is so underrated and I think him being divorced from her and chill with that or her resenting their relationship is so wildly ooc it's laughable. It also tends to turn Amanda into this humorless sitcom wife when honestly. I really do love what Courtney's done with her - she's sharp, she's goofy, she's competent, she's messy, she's funny, she gets it wrong sometimes and she keeps trying and honestly she and Daniel really are so similar to each other in how that relate to people. My favorite bit of acting from her this season was the entirety of the auction scene - her emotional journey was so believable, so authentic.

[caraspostblog]

since cobra kai s6 is gonna release someday, i have a secret to tell everyone. i NEVER cared about sam.

[bubblegumflavor]

I was struggling so hard with making the post I now deleted... I talked with a mutual a lot about tags and stuff and they said to me I should make a post with my triggers so people can add the tags to their post and I was hesitant to do it because I never wanna bother anyone and I rather step back and stay away from people than asking them to take some effort so I can enjoy the content I enjoy and filter out what content upsets me.

And I finally did it because again I had my dash full of untagged stuff I didn't want to see. I opened up, shared my no gos and kindly asked for people to tag their ships and preferences if its sth common, nothing specific even.

And I hate so much to be right because the first thing that happens is some fuck anon come to my messages and tell me people aren't obligated to tag my triggers (and I stopped reading from there and deleted it, sorry asshole. Come to me as yourself and talk to me as yourself. Don't be a coward anon.)

Tagging content is just being a decent human being. I wasn't talking about impossible trigger warnings, I talk about CONTENT. Like I tag Lawrusso with Lawrusso so people who hate the ship can blacklist the tag. Because the tag filter exists for a reason. Being open to add tags (which I offered) is the decent thing to do in a community. If you come with people aren't obligated.. no, they aren't but I am not obligated to deal with assholes either. Be a decent person, mutuals watch out for each other and we can all have a better place for everyone.

[dykesynthezoid]

No bc the more I think of it the more I’m just. floored at Tory of all people being the mirror of Johnny in her relationship with Kreese whereas Sam is the mirror of Daniel in her relationship with Karate I guess? But then Sam is also Johnny with her privilege and Tory is Daniel in having to be the new kid and. I’m sorry I love KC but they dropped the ball on Miguel being the main character, or even Miguel and Robby being the new deuteragonists. And maybe that’s a bad thing, that the show kinda lost who it’s supposed to focus on. I love Miguel and Robby, but I am more compelled with Sam and Tory idk. Their relationship is Lawrusso but different and similar and lovely and.

anyway all this is to say I love your writing and it makes me have Big Feelings about everyone idk idk idk sorry for the rambles

Ahhh tysm and don’t apologize!!! Bc literally you’re so right, like. The focus on Miguel and Robby really stops making as much sense after season 1. Bc in season 1 you have the obvious parallels between Miguel and Daniel and Johnny and Miyagi (and to some extent Robby and Daniel and then Daniel and Miyagi), but after that, the story has grown and progressed in ways that doesn’t really make sense for having Robby and Miguel be The Rivals of the series.

They try to draw certain parallels like the fight at the party in 1x09, which is supposed to remind us of Johnny and Daniel meeting on the beach, but it doesn’t really work bc Robby already knows who Miguel is, lmao, and already has a reason to dislike him. Any attempts to make them seem more like Daniel and Johnny after that just sort of inevitably crumble bc their rivalry/antagonism is so clearly different than what Daniel and Johnny had going on.

Meanwhile Tory and Sam are like. So fucking representative of things coming full circle, of yin and yang, of just!!! Everything!!!

But like. Giving their story the full focus it should have would mean the show would have to admit that they as girls are like. Full people and may even have more interesting inner lives than some of the boys, which; can’t have that, right. (Also, god forbid they have to admit that Sam is actually the strongest fighter of the teenagers, practically and ideologically; bc if she’s the strongest fighter and Tory is about-or-almost on par with her, what does that mean for the guys).

And like, the tension that exists there surrounding female action heroes is not new. It’s been a thing since female action heroes became popular. (I’m literally reading about this rn in Spectacular Bodies: Gender, Genre and the Action Cinema by Yvonne Tasker, actually). There’s a push and pull between wanting to create a female hero for your show/movie bc of what they represent (and the female audience they bring with them) but then there’s a simultaneous inability to fully engage with them, to treat them with the same focus or depth or respect the male heroes get. There’s a tension, an anxiety. They can never just Be. (And it’s an anxiety that is like. Notably still invested in hetero-gender-normative-male supremacy and is basically gnawing on its own arm trying to have its cake and eat it too).

(I should say race is also quite a factor and that characters of color end up getting a similar treatment, which is a problem CK has pretty damn often, but ofc that is its whole own can of worms)

Anyway. Ur totally right to feel that way (much as I love Robby and Miguel). Honestly at times they remind me more of Daniel and Chozen than Daniel and Johnny. And meanwhile Sam and Tory are not only better parallels, but like; their rivalry, their story, is so much more unhinged and intense and overwhelming and feral and just fucking rabid. Miguel vs Robby peaked with the school fight, but bc of the consequences of said fight, their rivalry just kind of. Becomes more cold-and-bitter than the balls to the wall insane shit Sam and Tory have going on, which ofc also means Sam and Tory completely steal the show (especially once Hawk and Demetri have made up).

Overall I think they absolutely could have still focused on Robby and Miguel heavily as characters without inadvertently missing how narratively important Sam and Tory’s Whole Thing is. And that in and of itself is a good reminder that just bc the show chooses to focus on something or someone doesn’t mean they’re getting handled well (oh, Johnny, my man). But yeah. Samtory are just so on their own level tbh

[keeneschoices]

not to be that person but

where's Bobby?

[mimsyaf]

The Outsiders, based on what Mimsy can glean from y’all’s thirsty Tumblr posts:

Ok so I watched this movie what I was like thirteen but I remember NOTHING about it other than that there were “Greasers” and “Socs” which disappointingly did not stand for “socialists”.

But, you’uns in Lawrusso fandom have been all up in this movie with your heartbroken posts and your gifsets of THE TINIEST MACCHIO smoking a cigarette (which is as upsetting as that smoking baby video, like who gave this smol Bean a cigarette, someone take it away). So based on your posts, here’s what I’m imagining happens in the movie:

There are some Gay Boys who go from town to town. No one has adopted them, even though some of them are tiny. Maybe because they are greasers? Does that mean they are greasy? I feel like that is a temporary state and should not be a bar to adoption.

THE TINIEST MACCHIO is one of the Gay Boys, and everyone loves him best. His name is Johnny, which is confusing for Reasons.

He has very limpid dark eyes. He’s like an even twinkier Sal Mineo.

There is a boy named Ponyboy. Get your mind out of the gutter.

There is Patrick Swayze, who is not dancing or surfing, but may be beating people up a la Roadhouse, but I don’t know because youse ain’t talking about his fine self, because you are crazy only for the beauty of THE TINIEST MACCHIO, which honestly is a little sketchy because he looks like he is eleven, but is actually kosher because he was 38 years old when this film was shooting. So thirst away!

At one point they hang out in a church? And THE TINIEST MACCHIO said all kinds of gay and moving stuff, but that wound up on the cutting room floor because the world is a cruel and desolate place and Hollywood producers have their priorities all out of whack.

Tom Cruise is also in this and his teeth are doing even more of That Strange Thing They Do than normal. I do not know if he is a greaser or a soc.

Also Matt Dillon is in this (side note: what the actual fuck happened to Matt Dillon??? He’s completely vanished off the face of the earth for the past 15 years, right? Is he in witness protection?? Did he die?? I’m going to feel bad if he died.) Is he a soc?

Is anyone in this movie a soc? Is that a thing? Maybe I made that soc part up. Maybe that’s from like Dead Poets Society or something. Or like, Heathers? You guys are not posting about that class warfare stuff, so I do not know.

Ok so at some point THE TINIEST MACCHIO kills someone, maybe? He didn’t mean to but he did. And he feels real bad about that. And then he dies in a fire, but not before he has time to write a VERY SAD LETTER. (Is he writing the letter while he’s on fire? Or does he write this letter after the fire, while he’s succumbing to his wounds? All I have to say is, I wouldn’t be able to write a letter if I had third degree burns. When I get a first degree burn they can hear me whining and complaining up in Ottawa. I hate burns.)

At the end of the movie, Ponyboy (NOT LIKE THAT, STOP IT!!) reads the letter from THE TINIEST MACCHIO and feels so sad that he died in that fire. Maybe he did kill a man, but he didn’t deserve to burn up. What the hell. He should have just stayed in the church where gay things happened.

TTM (I’m tired of typing it out) tells Ponyboy to “Stay Gold” which I guess means to continue to appreciate the beauty of life even if you are a greasy Gay Boy whom no one will adopt, traveling from town to town as a perpetual Outsider.

Patrick Swayze should just adopt them, he looks old enough to hold down a job.

THE END

[likethegardensofbabylonn]

to me, the cobra kai writers lost a big opportunity in season 4 which was: having lawrusso still be friends through out the entire season and still have a rematch for fanservice.

if they were smart enough, the talk about terry silver would have gone WAY different. the could've taken daniel's trauma seriously, have him actually talk about it on camera, show flashbacks of how real the torture was.

the conversation wouldn't be at a bar but at miyagi do, on the sparring deck they built together (symbolism about them making something together, a base, and having strong roots is everything - throwback to what mr miyagi told daniel). yes, they would still be drinking because talking about trauma is awful, and realizing you and the person you thought it was unbeatable in your head actually shares trauma with you, it's... a lot.

in this case, johnny would understand because kreese also traumatized him, tried to kill him twice etc, cobra kai ruined his life more than once. and maybe, after they share a look and a silence, just listening to the shared bond they have, johnny says they will figure it out and kick silver's and kreese's ass and that would make daniel laugh and kinda cry too cause he finally has someone who understands.

he's not all alone in this anymore.

johnny smiles too, and says sparring would make him feel better, to which of course daniel would say no to at first. but johnny would always find a way to challenge him and get under his skin.

so they get up, kinda tipsy, kinda lose with the knowledge that they aren't alone. they go to their sides on the mat, bow, smile and start to spar. they could show a bit of them fighting and then cut the scene, end of the episode.