#laura lawrence

[inactive-bonsaiavenue]

did carmen's genes even try

[littlest-cactus]

Laura Lawrence is gonna be a beast. Johnny is 6’0”? Carmen is 5’10”? She’s gonna be taller than them both, and learning how to kick ass from the moment she takes her first steps. Miguel and Robby aren’t gonna protect Laura. Laura’s gonna protect them.

[chozentoguchis]

[miyagi-hokarate]

So yesterday, I was rewatching the clip in Cobra Kai s4e4 of Laura telling young Johnny that she's engaged, when I noticed a particular record sleeve in the background that I didn't recognize.

Being as I was curious, I asked @abracazabka to help me identify the record, which would perhaps reveal a little bit of Laura's music taste.

Thankfully, the search wasn't long, especially when we had realized it wasn't a record for music anyway. More specifically, Abracazabka had soon identified it as Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach. Looking online, I found the audiobook LP which was narrated by Richard Harris that matches exactly to the record sleeve in the CK episode.

For those who don't know, Jonathan Livingston Seagull is originally a novella about a seagull who dreams of flying unlike any other, which makes him stand out from his flock, and undergoes a self-reflective journey about individuality, enlightenment, and breaking away from the chains of societal norms to achieve one's truest passions and happiness.

This particular LP was released in 1973. As the flashback takes place in 1973 as well, when Johnny is 6, that means Laura had recently purchased it.

It's unclear whether Laura had bought the Jonathan Livingston Seagull LP for herself, for Johnny, or both, but in any way, it's incredibly sweet and cute imagining Johnny listening to the record.

[trashblog07]

You just know amanda is that one fun aunt to Laura who loves to spoil her

[hanniballover67]

“Happy Father’s Day!!!!!!!” Anthony shouted at the top of his lungs. “WE’RE WALKING INTO THE KITCHEN.”

Anthony banged the cupboard doors loudly.

“Your minor and still-minor-but-soon-to-be-adult-who-doesn’t-want-to-hear-you-having-sex children are in the house!”

He heard Sam, Miguel and Robby laugh but they weren’t the ones who walked in on Daniel and Johnny. He still needs to work up the nerve to talk to their therapist about that!

His dad rushed through from the bedroom, panting and sweating, his shirt clinging to his belly.

“We were tidying up.”

Anthony looked away as the dirty sniggers behind him made him blush.

“We were!”

Variations on “uh-huh, of course you were” rallied back and forth.

“We were! We’re almost sixty, we can’t have sex ALL the time.”

Johnny stood behind his dad, gave a shit-eating grin then smugly and suavely put his sunglasses on.

Anthony shot a grin back that said “wearing sunglasses in the house is a huge ass-hat thing to do, John!”

Johnny smiled wider as he gave a double middle-finger where only Anthony could see.

“But you never get tired trying, huh?”

Miguel squirted cream into his mouth and his dad went red. To give him his due even Johnny looked a tad pink.

“We wanted to take you out, actually. The Mom’s are outside in the car with Laura.”

One of their dad’s got teary-eyed at the gesture, the other one zhuzhed his hair up in the mirror.

“That’s so lovely kids, thank you. Johnny - did you hear - ”

Johnny clapped him on the back as his stupid goofy grin lopsided even more and he actually looked proud rather than smug for once.

Sam sounded sheepish as she said quietly “Well, we had to see which Olive Garden within a twenty mile drive Johnny wasn’t banned from.”

Johnny covered his embarrassment by walking to the fridge and pulling an alcohol-free Coors out, cracking the lid and flicking it in their general vicinity.

They eventually piled out after their dad assured them they didn’t have to spend their hard-earned salary and allowances on them. He was silenced when Sam told him it was a tie-in with Larusso Auto and Miyagi Fang, they’d be seen eating at the restaurant and people would use their businesses more.

Anthony wasn’t surprised that it was Johnny’s idea to bullshit him like that but it worked and Anthony gave him a thumbs up as they walked to the limo. Johnny squeezed him on both shoulders and planted a kiss in his hair.

Johnny whistled at the sight and Anthony high-fived the others at part of his surprise working. As much of a dickbag as he was, he was trying and did deserve a happy Father’s Day.

After eating their body weight in pizza - “I could’ve made it better”, pasta “Nonna Lucille would have a fit” and tiramisu “I’ll have to get the recipe” the manager did actually tell them their meal was on the house, thanked them for coming and asked for a photo.

He studied Johnny closely and couldn’t figure out whether or not he had begged/pleaded/asked the manager to give them the meal for free.

They all got a picture together, all the family, then as they were about to leave the manager asked for a picture with dad and Johnny.

It was this one he printed off secretly, framed and put at the back of his desk to hide easily when people came in.

His dad and Johnny looked so happy together.

[noxylane]

My new favorite photos (why does he look so hot in black and white?)

[soupsily]

ˏ'➷ karate kid 1984.ᐟ

pairing : johnny lawrence ( mentioned daniel larusso )

prompt : bloody petals

contains : angst , implied character death , unrequited love , guilt , inner homophobia , use of homophobic slurs , hanahaki disease , descriptions of blood / vomiting blood , toxic masculinity

originally was gonna do hanahaki buddie but went for lawrusso instead. If anyone wants a buddie one let me know <3

IT WAS ironic really. Here Johnny sat on his bathroom floor, a trash can full of different pink and yellow flowers with specks of blood. He had lost Allie, lost the all valley to a fresh loser, and lost his dojo. He had nothing left. Yet the world still kept torturing him. But maybe he deserved it. He had spent the last near decade being a bully. He had targeted anyone whom he thought was below him, making their lives a living hell. He was a bully, a complete asshole. Maybe this was his karma. Because that's all it could be. There was no way he could have actually liked Daniel. Daniel was a boy. A small childish loser who just happened to have a decent ( decent ) kick.

Johnny wasn't a fag. He was a straight man. He was a man no matter what Sid or Sensei Kreese said or did. No Johnny didn't like men and he certainly didn't like Daniel LaRusso. He didn't care what these petals implied. They were just wrong.

-

It was Monday, the second week after the All Valley tournament, and the first day he'd return to school since it happened. Johnny was nervous but he wouldn't show it. He was Johnny Lawrence, a Cobra. Cobras showed no fear. But was he really a Cobra still? Johnny refused to think about it but the question was there anyway.

He tugged tighter on his bag straps as he entered the school. He felt eyes watching him. He could feel their piercing gazes eyeing the bruise wrapping around his neck. Kreese hadn't gone easy on him, but he never did before either. He kept his head held high, acting as if nothing was wrong. He stopped at his locker to switch his books, soon to be surrounded by his friends.

"Johnny? You okay man?" Bobby asked. He knew Bobby would be the first to speak up. He had always been the morning caring one of the group. He was probably the only one who somewhat had his shit together out of them.

Johnny turned to face his friends, nodding. "Yeah, man. It's just a bruise. Not that big of a deal."

The four boys shared a look. It was a big deal in reality. Kreese was their Sensei. The man who taught them all they knew. It was his job to teach them and help them grow. Yet all he did was turn five boys into asshole bullies with trauma. They had trusted Kreese with their lives and he betrayed them all. He had beaten them before and now nearly killed Johnny. The dark bruise stuck out noticeably on Johnny's neck. A stark reminder of how the man he trusted more than anything nearly took his life. It was a memory none of them would forget. No matter how much they tried, they'd always remember.

Dutch broke the silence throwing his arm around Johnny's soldier. Leave it to Dutch to always lighten the mood. "Well, Johnny boy does that mean you'll join us at the beach tonight for a little relaxation?" He pretended to smoke then blow it out.

Johnny found himself rolling his eyes yet a small grin appeared. "Sure man. Sounds like a great idea."

-

The day had passed smoothly which Johnny was thankful for. He could handle the stares but he was glad he didn't see LaRusso. He wasn't sure he could handle that yet.

"Johnny come on man!" Jimmy shouted.

Johnny rolled his eyes but quickened his pace. Sand kicked up around him, slipping into his sandals. He dropped down beside Bobby and quickened them off. He dug his feet into the sand as the blunt was passed around the group. Johnny took a long inhale once it reached him then slowly let it out. After a few more hits he began feeling a little fuzzy. It was what he needed.

-

They had piled into Bobby's car after a couple of hours had passed. The group wasn't ready to split just yet. Bobby had driven them to his place. They tried to keep as quiet as possible as they stumbled into his room. Jimmy and Tommy stifled their laughter as best as they could when Dutch nearly tripped going up the stairs. Bobby was quick to shush them. "You're gonna wake everyone up shush!"

Johnny was the first to drop down onto the bed, sprawled comfortably out. It was nice to feel like a regular kid for once but he knew it wouldn't last long. It never did.

They took turns changing in Bobby's bathroom, stealing his clothes to wear for the night. Tommy and Jimmy piled onto the blow-up mattress, Dutch crashed on the floor like he usually did, curled around one of Bobby's pillows. Johnny took the bed, squishing in beside Bobby. His warmth spread to Johnny, warming his chilled body. It made Johnny feel sleepy with the weed already in his system. He soon drifted off like everyone else.

-

It was the early hours of the morning, barely half past three when Johnny suddenly woke up. A scratchy feeling was crawling up his throat. He felt like he was choking. It was if he was being strangled from the inside. He stumbled out of bed in a panic, nearly tripping over Dutch as he hurried to the bathroom. He dropped hard onto his knees in front of the toilet. He barely got the seat up before brightly colored petals burst from his lips like a waterfall. He coughed and gagged. His stomach clenched and his throat spasmed. Tears clouded his vision but he could see the specs of red as full flowers fell from his lips. Was it getting worse? It hurt more than before.

He slumped against the toilet, blood dripping from his lips. He felt exhausted now.

"Johnny?"

His eyes shot up to see a panicked Dutch. His eyes were fearful as he looked at Johnny.

"Shit Dutch-" he tried to stand but he was too weak. "I-It's not what it looks like man-"

Dutch scoffed, eyes slightly narrowed. "It's exactly what it looks like Johnny! Why didn't you tell us?" His anger came and left quickly. His shoulders slumped.

Guilt pooled into Johnny's gut, feeling heavy like stones. "I wasn't gonna tell anyone.." he confessed. He looked away unable to meet Dutch's eyes.

The blonde sighed. Johnny could hear him step closer before sitting beside him. He didn't resist as Dutch pulled him against him. His arms wrapped tightly around Johnny. It felt weird at first. Johnny wasn't sure if they ever hugged before but it felt nice. He hugged him back just as tight. The two stayed clinging together. They don't know how long they stayed there but eventually they pulled apart. Dutch was quiet as he helped clean Johnny up each movement of his gentle and sweet. It was out of character for Dutch but Johnny didn't voice it or tease him. He just let Dutch do what he needed.

The two returned to the bedroom this time Dutch joining them in the bed. Bobby didn't say anything just made more room for them. They pressed together, Dutch holding Johnny a little tighter. "You gotta tell them, Johnny." He whispered.

He nodded. "I'll try.."

-

It was quieter than usual the following morning, especially for Dutch. The other boys eyed them curiously as they sat down for breakfast. Eventually, Tommy was the first to voice it. "Alright, what the fuck happened? Why are you both so quiet?"

Dutch looked to Johnny. "You gotta tell them, Johnny. This is serious."

They weren't used to seeing Dutch being serious. They were all immediately on edge. "What's wrong Johnny?" Bobby asked, his voice betraying his nervousness.

That was all it took for Johnny to spill. He told them everything. From the time it started till last night. By the end he was breathing heavily, the familiar itchy feeling returning to his throat. The boys weren't much better. All wet eyes with varying upset expressions.

"Johnny, are you gonna die?" Jimmy asked. Dutch punched his arm roughly.

Johnny though just shrugged. "There's no cure."

Heartbroken looks showed on all of them. Johnny had been one of their friends since childhood. They couldn't imagine losing anyone from their group. Tears fell from multiple eyes followed by sniffles.

"We'll stick together till the end Johnny. We Cobras always stay together. We'll make sure no matter what that if these are your last days we'll make them good!" Dutch declared.

Johnny rubbed at his eyes, a smile quirking up despite the sad moment. "Becoming a sap Dutchy." He teased.

The other boy rolled his eyes as the others snickered. "Shut it Johnny or I'll speed it up for ya." Johnny laughed.

Johnny might die all because of catching feelings for Daniel LaRusso but at least he had his friends. It would make it manageable. He didn't want to die alone.