Feb 13, 2025
I've been watching Cobra Kai Series 6.
So, no spoilers but Tori and Sam are finally analogically married!
seen from Netherlands
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I've been watching Cobra Kai Series 6.
So, no spoilers but Tori and Sam are finally analogically married!
eyebrow game so stong
so fierce
“I’ve always loved you! Will you marry me?”
Yep. This is a thing that happened in the original Seattle performance. This didn't come out of nowhere, either; these two were together quite often throughout the show, until this moment in the finale.
... I've legit made headcanons based on these two.
After sex discussions usually get really deep, and because Virus is always complaining about being cold Koujaku has taken to staying close with a blanket on hand.
Unedited, hot off the press, piece of my NaNoWriMo
And then I wonder what the racket in the hall outside my door was. There was a pained yelp and more loud scuffling. Curious, and with nothing better to do, I got up and walked over to the door opening as far as the chain would allow.
“Ge’r’off me, ya stupid bastard,” a tiny woman with a pixie cut shouted. She was pressed against the door across from mine, as a tall, drunk man tried again to paw at her.
“Come on, babe. You brought me here didn’t you. Now you’re trying to send me away?”
The woman continued to try to squirm away but the man blocked her in.
“Yeah, and now I’m saying no. Not a hard concept.”
“I got something that’s hard.”
She straightened up and rolled her eyes. “Oh god. You can’t be serious.” And then she looked over his shoulder, directly at me, gave me a quick wink and nod and elbowed him in the jaw so hard I could hear the crack from where I stood. This was quickly followed by a knee to the stomach, then one heavy, purple Doc Martin being slammed down on his foot. Last she grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard.
“You bitch.” His voice was a soft whimper now and he had back away half a step. She fluidly moved into the space and pushed him so that he lost his balance and sprawled on the floor. Doing the only thing I could think of that would be remotely helpful, I closed my door, removed the chain and beckoned her over. She darted past the guy and into my apartment, taking the liberty of closing my door and locking it behind her.
“Sing, man,” she said, swaggering past me into my living room. “Learned it from the beauty pageant movie. Stomach, instep, nose, groin.”
“But,” I began and she interrupted me again. “No nose. I know. But he had a really nice nose and I probably would have broken it. Though he probably deserved it. Mind if I sit?”
In the face of such laissez-faire behaviour I was speechless. I nodded, not sure what else to do. If I told her no, I may end up on the floor. Though she was half my size, I was half the size of the guy she had just laid out and I wasn’t going to take my chances.
She collapsed into the saggy middle of my sofa and brushed her bangs off to the side. For the first time she began to look shaken.
“Don’t know what your scene is but just so you know, avoid that dive bar two blocks from here. Some real bastards go there.” She gave me a quick smile but it was shaky now.
“I… Um, thanks, I’ll remember that. can I get you anything?”
As I spoke there was a pounding on my door that made both of us jump. “Come on you bitches, let me in.”
The ever present was welling up inside of me. I started gasping deeply for breath. I wrapped my arms tightly around me and began rocking. Embarrassed I dashed into my kitchen where this small, woman, brave enough to beat up a man and sit on the weakest part of my sofa, wouldn’t see my weakness. The pounding continued and I threw my hands up to my ears trying desperately to block it out. When the arms reached around me, pulling me close, I cried out.
“Shh, shh, it’s just me. Don’t worry, the doors are locked, the house is bricks. The big, bad wolf can’t get in,” she said.
Sure enough, in a few more minutes he got bored and with one last kick, left us in the ringing quiet of three AM.
"I am here to be used, Holmes."
- Dr. Watson, "The Adventure of the Illustrious Client"