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# BONSAIBADASS.   ind, sel,   and mutuals only writing blog for samantha “sam” larusso of netflix's cobra kai. show and headcanon based. crossover and oc friendly.   ADORED BY B (24, SHE&HER, EST. 2020)

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[himbohotel]

He scoffs. Barely two years into his teenagehood, and he's got the apathy and angst downpat. He always has been a gifted child. ❛ Yeah, right. Our roles would've never been reversed. ❜ Never in a million years. Even trying to entertain that thought would be a waste of brain cells.

What is he even doing?

He spent most of his life dodging all this karate shit, and now he's--what? Just another gi in the crowd? Except no. He's a loser with a bloody nose and nothing to show for it. He went out like a chump, and it sucks because for a while, he was doing so well and it felt...It felt so good. He saw how much Dad lit up when Military Haircut announced his name; he can't even remember the last time he made Dad that proud. Had he ever? And to go out like that? It's embarrassing.

He's embarrassed.

And he hates it. Hates the squirming in his guts and the way his face still feels hot...and not the mention how swollen and hurt his fucking nose is. Still looking up at the ceiling, he blinks away tears sweat with a mulish look on his young face. ❛ Don't you have a celebration with your boyfriend and ex-boyfriend and your girlfriend-in-law to deal with? ❜ he snipes, just to be a jerk.

[bonsaibadass]

she pauses for a moment, looking at the bruise forming on his nose, the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes refuse to meet hers. she knows her brother too well. his sharp words and the way he avoids her gaze, it's just a defense against whatever it is he’s really feeling. but she’s not going to back down. not this time.

"look," sam begins, "i know you're pissed. and i get why you might be feeling like crap. but... you can't seriously tell me that one bad fight means you’re done, right?" she leans in a little closer, trying to search his gaze for an answer. "you don’t just give up because things didn't go the way you had hoped. trust me, if i let every screw-up i ever had dictate how i saw myself... well, i’d have quit a long time ago."

she takes a breath, her expression softening into something more sincere, more open. "look, i wasn’t planning on running off to some big party or making a big deal out of it. i don’t even care about that stuff, really." she gestures vaguely, as if to dismiss the whole idea of celebrating. "but you and me, we could hang out. like, really hang out, for once, without the karate drama."

[bonsaibadass]

the girl is contemplating early retirement here

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i like to believe that sam, similar to daniel, decides to step away from karate after the events of pt3, where she finally has the freedom to make that choice. it’s not that she hates karate, but rather that she needs distance from its intensity in order to reclaim the joy and confidence it once gave her. without the weight of past trauma holding her back. she still continues to practice karate, but only as a hobby, free from the pressure and emotional strain it has brought her over the past few years.

[oscar-piastri]

Mary Mouser as Samantha LaRusso in Season 6 (part ii) of Cobra Kai

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tb to when i was begging for sam to join eagle fang/cobra kai

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you know sam is about to kick butt when she goes into that crane pose

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breaking news: samantha larusso is still the villain of ck

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sam’s reaction to seeing tory at the all valley, where her first instinct is to ask robby if he knew, really highlights just how much the past still affects her. although she’s forgiven tory for lying about the all valley and understands it was silver's manipulation, those feelings of betrayal still exist in some compacity. seeing tory with cobra kai again brings up that old hurt, and by asking robby about it, sam reveals her ongoing insecurity and fear of being betrayed. this moment shows that, even though she’s trying to move forward, her past experiences still shape how she views loyalty and trust with those around her.

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KARATE PRINCESS IS BACK! 💜

[dykesynthezoid]

Still haven’t started season 6 yet but I think I mostly get the gist

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people thinking sam hates eli... are we watching the same show?

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these are definitely in sam’s camera roll

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what color does your love feel like? cold stark gold.

fireworks, borrowed lighters and sparklers against a dark backdrop, yours is a love that burns stark and bright. it's scary though, like things that burn always tend to be, but for you it isn't the thrill of the open flames that gives pause and a slight stomach drop of terror, but rather the time when the flames go out, the sparkler ends and the night is cold and dark once again. fireworks, borrowed lighters, a striken match, your love burns bright and fast and then maybe it passes, maybe the feeling dies out and you're left in the cold once again. and that's the feeling isn't it? of being bored and waiting for someone to light you up again? to be fair, you do know you don't need it, but then again we don't often crave the things we need. and you crave and yearn and burn in the wait, restless in the knowledge that at some point someone will pass and rub you the right way, that some day you'll light up the night sky bright yet again. there's comfort in the darkness and solace in the predictable loneliness of the in between, but your heart still squirms inside you, waiting and willing and begging to burn up again. your love might not be comfort, it's not one for the sick days, but then again, there's a reason why everyone waits for the shining lights in the sky during holidays.

[moskowins]

demetri’s words echo in his mind:   how do you like it?   venomous response had been on the tip of his tongue:   this is how you get out of an arm hold,   demetri.   but hawk was healing,   he knew that he could not allow the pain and trauma to take hold.   and so he had swallowed his words,   reminding himself that raging path had burned him from the inside out.   however,   in the ashes,   hope continued to burn.   a hint of a smile,   brought forth by the bonsai badass.   he had hope in samantha too,   she would lead their dojo to victory.   ❛❛   that makes me feel better.   it got tense out there,   you know?   i told demetri that i didn’t apply for mit and he got pissed.   i mean i get it,   we had plans...   but that was before karate.   ❜❜   eli gives a nod towards the dispersing crowd,   giving a glance to those lingering before looking back to sam.   ❛❛   i had him,   sam,   i had the flag,   but i kicked him and he went down.   i thought i had hurt him again and i fucking panicked   —   i helped him up and he kicked me over a rock.   ❜❜   a small shrug of his shoulders,   jaw clenching.   ❛❛   i'm happy for him,   even if this is how it went down,   but we’re definitely not okay.   ❜❜

[bonsaibadass]

he didn't need to explain. the girl already understood. it was like her relationship with her parents. they had both decided that she was going to be the one to take over larusso auto someday. and maybe that was something she was interested in back when she was her father's mini-me, but as sam gets older, she's starting to see her future in a completely different light. one where she wasn't just an extension of her parents, but instead her own person. it had to be the same for him. " you were completely different back then. " she adds, thinking back to the timid boy who sat in the back of her english class. the one who rarely spoke unless spoken to. that version of him wanted to make it into MIT because the only person who cared wanted it too, not necessarily because it was something he actually wanted. " and you're different now. and that's a good thing, eli. you may not have won, but you decided to be the bigger person. and that's got to count for something... right? "

[bonsaibadass]

i at least got some samrobby friendship crumbs this season

[himbohotel]

@bonsaibadass emoji'd for an Anthony starter

He's dabbing at the crust underneath his nose with the sleeve of his gi when he hears the door slide open. Oh, God no. He doesn't think he could survive another one of his dad's pep talks without blowing up right now.

It's his sister...and that's only marginally better, honestly. Doesn't she have a boyfriend to smooch or an ex-boyfriend to congratulate or something other than dealing with her loser brother? Because that's what he is: a grade-A loser.

❛ Whatever you gotta say, you can save it, ❜ he says. ❛ Dad already tried to give me a pep talk. ❜ It didn't work. ❛ Have fun in Spain or whatever. ❜

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she's not surprised that even after one of their dad's good ole' pep talks, he's still in a sour mood. although she loved him and knew he meant well, hearing the same mantra over and over again eventually causes it to lose its spark. " don't worry, i'm not here to give you another inspirational monologue. although i think mine would be a lot more encouraging, if i'm being honest. " she reassures while raising her hands up in surrender. " and c'mon... you're not the tiniest bit excited for me? " sam questions playfully, settling next to the other on one of the dojo's oak benches. " you know i would be if the roles were reversed. "