#「 promo 」 — ❛ somebody to love. ❜

[egophiliac]

WHO IS THIS PINK HAIR GENTLEMAN YOU JUST POSTED? HES SO PRETTY???

he's Hayate from Ride Kamens! 🦩 he is my bird son a very silly guy who's part of a superhero (well...hero-ish) group trying to take down a cult, although his real passion is lattes. also, he is very pink!

(the fancy outfit was just for a game event, alas, although I spent way too much time grinding to get the pink variant so now it is mine forever, mwahaha. >:)

[sgtbradfords]

Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen in the promo for 6x09

[eltriador]

#ELTRIADOR : an indie , private , selective & mutuals only werewolf oc based in original preternatural lore && based in the universe of @angerworn - as played by the same mun . zed , 33 , she & her , est .

the traitor , the hanged man , the fool , the hermit , blackpaw , specialist , gunsmith , father , grandfather , fiancé , lover . i am whatever you need me to be .

beautiful promo thanks to @medicbled ~

[kindahoping4forever]

Songwriters on Podcast was a great listen! Shame we didn’t get the video though if it was actually conducted over video; would’ve loved to have seen Ashton’s face scrunch up when giggling. 🤭 Now I’m just thinking ‘Ash on Zach Sang when?’ (Probably after The Roses has been released.) Anyway, thanks for always catching all the interviews and sharing!

Oh, you're welcome, I'm so glad you're enjoying the content as much as I am! I agree, a video version of that podcast would've been devastating (and dreamy). But also I can't believe how blessed we're getting with the promo this time around - since the Superbloom era was still early on in the pandemic, most of the interviews were print - and the album isn't even fully out yet! 🥰

As for upcoming interviews, Zach Sang has been such a 5SOS supporter, I could definitely see that happening. I know Ash followed Allison Hagendorf on IG a while back and in the time since, Luke has been on her show so I feel like that's a definite possibility! And Kyle Meredith always provides quality conversation and we've got an episode coming from him tomorrow! (And there's video. 😏 And Ash is wearing glasses in the thumbnail. So. 😌)

[dudeshusband]

who saw any of those movies and thought they were supposed to serious or good?

[swordcoasted]

tags.

[ennabear]

hi!!! don’t forget that even though hbo tlou2 promo might be exciting, the creator (neil druckmann) is a zionist!!!!! PLEASE do not give him any more money. do not watch tlou2 when it comes out. do not fund somebody who openly supports genocide.

the themes in tlou are hugely based on israel vs palestine conflicts. not only are there israeli themes and propaganda in tlou2, but neil druckmann also gets money from the show. do not fund a zionist!!!!!!!!

if you’d like to hear more about neil’s zionism, here are some posts by amazing writers on tumblr!! here and here and here.

one final thing, i’m not here to argue. neil druckmann is a zionist. you should not be funding him. and for the love of god, do not start arguments in the comments. this is not up for debate!! thanks!!!!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

after seb’s podcast i’m still stuck on how he said his inner child still waits for a caretaker to tell him what to do and where to go, as his family was a bit unstable and distant and he didn’t have consistency with his mom until moving to the US. of course, when I heard just how deeply he needs guidance on a base level, now appreciating it from directors etc, I couldn’t help but think about… y’know. somebody special…… who loves control, gentle commands, and being an overall grounding presence through both words and touch. someone who had the upperhand on industry experience and was always there for him to the point that he “never felt alone”… yeah

related to this podcast (and perhaps but probably not... if I may self-promo... this little bit of writing I did)

My immediate response was pretty much to whisper, "oh, Sebastian, baby," but then, yeah, I would lie if I said I wasn't then exactly on the same fucking page as you 😮‍💨

I mean... just fucking take one look at this entire compilation gifset of Chris directing Sebastian and tell me there's not some conclusion to draw here, lol.

On a similar topic, I was listening to this roundtable interview for the Los Angeles Times earlier today as podcast, haha, and at some point they were talking about working with actors who also are directors and you bet your ass I immediately was like, oh, yeah, Seb, yeah, what is it like to work with actors who also have experience directing, you wouldn't know anything about that would you-?

Honestly, they're insane. I love them.

[jacesbizarre]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

content: you guys were inseparable until rhea ripley came along

warnings: heartbreak, angst, one sided love, no happy ending

word count: 2.3k

i suggest listening to “Somebody that I used to Know by Gotye”

you don’t know how it happened. one second you and your best friend josh were never apart from each other. the next second he never hung out with you. you had never thought this would ever happened. it was such a shock you completely stopped everything you were doing in life. it sucked honestly but him being gone made your whole life turn for the worst. he was your motivation. now, he’s just someone you used to know.

you’ve never cried that much. you especially didn’t think you would cry to his brother about this. i mean they weren’t really getting along at the moment. but he was the only person who understood both you, and josh’s feelings at the same time. “jonathan”. i called out to him. he turned around and saw your sad face he immediately walked over to you. “i can tell you’re upset why aren’t you going to josh about it?” i almost started crying just at the mention of him. “it’s about him”. i whisper back.

“what happened y/n” he had led you back to the bloodlines locker so you could speak in private. “you know i loved him so very much”. he nods to tell you to keep going. “i guess he didn’t love me the same way”. i looked up to stop the tears. “what do you mean he seems to look at you with stars in his eyes?” he questions. “well he was just playing with my heart then, he said he’s gonna try to win rhea’s heart”. jonathan looks at you shocked. the look in his eyes say “that can’t be true”. but you know it is. “it is my fault after all i should’ve known this was gonna happen, or maybe i should’ve confessed when i had the chance”. i stop to think and then start again. “i mean it’s perfect timing for him especially because she’s looking for someone new again since dom betrayed her, i thought it was just story line crush though, it ended up being the real thing”. i say all that then start to cry again.

𝟑 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ~

i’ve just been hanging out with other people, or i don’t even show up to the events anymore. i mean, there's no reason to go unless i have to wrestle. i’m not a big star by any means. I just used to go to see him. speaking of him, i’ve seen him a couple of times. he’s always with rhea, though. trying to gain the trust of damien wasn’t hard for him in the slightest. i mean, josh is the easiest person to get along with. he has tried texting me or calling me, but every time he does, i just ignore it or tell him i’m busy. if i give him the time of day, i might break down in front of him, and i don’t want that to happen.

I go to my matches, i pack up and immediately leave unless i have to do another promo after. never even talking to anyone anymore, i have no motivation for it. he blocked me so rhea wouldn’t worry. ever since the judgment say disbanded he’s been only around her to help her with that all but he forgot about me. he was the only person i’ve been friends with and it hurts losing him. but there’s no reason to stay worrying about him anymore.

authors note: i know the ending is rushed but i forgot about the story till just now. there might be a part 2 but we’ll see. enjoy

[xo-adeline]

hi, i saw your post about Dan Heng with a Female! Idol! Reader and i really loved it! <3

if you could, can you do a second part to that Dan Heng post? he’s one of my favourite characters and it would make me really happy! only again, because i loved it!!!

what i would like to request is…

Dan Heng gets nagged by March 7th to get her one of these sweets in Penacony because they’re ‘limited’ so he goes for her, with the location of the place in his phone. he pays attention to his phone to not realize in time that somebody crashed into him, he looks to see his favourite idol and he gets flustered. not only expecting him to see her, but to gain slight physical touch out of her and he finds out she’s been chased by a bunch of fans. he acts unconsciously and takes her to a nearby alleyway, hiding her close to hide her with a bunch of fans running around, looking for her and once its clear. in exchange, she takes him around Penacony to the nicest places since she is a VIP basically everywhere due to her fame and Dan Heng may have accidentally forgotten to get March 7th her ‘limited’ sweets, in which she blows up his phone but he doesn’t bother to respond.

please and thank you! <3

-> of course! The first part was so fun to write and I’m glad you enjoyed it so much!! I’d be happy to write Dan Heng as long as somebody requests it! This is the link to part one if anybody wants to read it! - Part 1!

March 7th. The girl he was cursing now, but the one who he would soon learn was a blessing. She had a tendency to be scrolling on any sort of social media when they were just relaxing on the expressing but never did he think he would all of a sudden be pulled out of his research and be dragged out into Penacony trying to find some limited edition sweet that she "needed". It was even worse since they had no idea where they were going since she had only seen a promo online about it, but it didn't have an address or anything on the page. Luckily with the little knowledge they had, they soon had an idea where they were supposed to be going and thank god for Google maps (or any sort of name you wanna use lol). Too bad he was so busy looking down at the directions not only did he lose March who ran off somewhere, but he had bumped into somebody. Great, now he actually had to speak to somebody. Just as he looked up to apologize to the person, he stopped. There she was. That Idol he's been researching and almost fainted when he realized that Caelus had gotten tickets to her concert, The (Name). He's never apologized faster in his life, of course a blush growing on his face, I mean he just made physical contact with the girl of his dreams!! She seemed a little fractic, looking around as she told him all was fine and that she was in a rush, and that's when he noticed all the people who were also looking around frantically. That's when he put it together, they were looking for (Name). Ignoring the buzzing of his phone he quickly pocketed it and took her hand, trying to blush any harder, and pulled her into a small little alley. He tried to explain that, no, he wasn't trying to do anything bad but make sure those people didn't see her, with a quick laugh from her end she thanked him before waiting out a while, both ignoring the obnoxious buzzing from his pocket. It was about 15-20 minutes before Dan Heng poked his head out and looked around before he gave a thumbs up, and just as he was about to pull out his phone and text March and ask where she was you spoke up. "Hey.. um, so I wanted to thank you, and I know you haven't explored all of penacony with all the issues and stuff happening so how about I take you on a little tour? I can get you into all the VIP areas too!" You asked with a smile, which in response he also slightly smiled back before leaving his phone in his pocket and following behind you as you walk out of the alley and start pointing things out. It definitely didn't feel like only a couple hours before you two were done and just strolling around the city as the sunset was slowly turning into the dark blue of the night. Eventually the two of you made it back to the alley where you started and since it was already night you both decided that it would be a good idea to go your separate ways, and with a quick kiss to his cheek and another thank you, you hurried off back towards your house. He was lost in his train of thought for a couple seconds with a blush that made him look like a tomato before he was broken out of it with a loud voice calling his name. Right. March.

[lady-phasma]

Could you IMAGINE Lestat’s reaction to the internet? Better yet, imagine his reaction to all the fan blogs that would inevitably pop up after his own interview is released after Daniel’s book is published. Lestat’s ego would be bigger than the moon LMAO. Somebody would have to hide ao3 from that man.

Hi anon! I saved this ask until I could take my time with it, but also so that the amazing and brilliant @aemondsbabe could help me. She and I have literally been having a similar conversation for months!

In fact, I love this ask so much that I had to make a gif for it!

Since season two and the Rockstar promo we have been discussing this pretty frequently. One thing I think we can all agree on: Lestat's Twitter would be phenomenal and hilarious. I live for AMC to do a promo account just for the character.

Here's some headcanon we have about Lestat's internet use:

OF - Lestat 100% has an account. He might not use it for explicit acts, but he would love the "private" style of attention, knowing that he is captivating audiences via computers and phone and tablets in their homes.

Twitter/X - This account would be the rambling, unhinged shit we expect from him. Typos, Franglish, absurd comments because he misunderstood a pop culture reference. But most of all, he probably would direct most of his tweets to close friends and we'd get to see his tweets to Louis and about Armand. And the occasional interaction with fans or other celebrities when he figured out retweeting (which would result in the inevitable cancellation that he wouldn't care about at all).

Insta - We discussed this and at first I didn't think that he would have Insta at all. Then aemondsbabe suggested that he would have an account, but he would only post what his PR manager told him to post. I hope someone teaches him to take pictures of things other than shit in Walmart and candids of Louis.

Tumblr - aemondsbabe is a fucking genius! 100% credit where it is due. Lestat would have a Tumblr blog, but wouldn't quite understand that it's not a private diary. In fact, earlier this month during a discussion about this subject, she wrote a blog post for him:

louis, mon cher, how i wish you could be here with me on this, the most périlleuse des nuits… i have fallen prey to an evil poison, a foul spirit! the tour bus, you see, we had to stop to get l'essence ou, how you say, the gasoline… louis, mon cœur, i was tricked at this heinous shoppe! they had peculiar wares, des médicaments, promising virility of the gods! i have taken one and i fear this will end me, mon cher! please avenge me by slaying the most wicked of men known as Daryl! he has taken up résidence at l'Exxon outside of Tampa!

I laughed until I cried! Brilliant!

AO3 - I really don't know that he would find AO3 on his own. I think someone (maybe Graham Norton) would show it to him at some point and then he would speed read everything he could and write a "private" entry about the fics on his Tumblr diary. That would be something to read!

Thank you for this ask, anon! This was so much fun!

I hope AMC goes all out with Lestat on social media the way they gave Daniel his own LinkedIn page. I need him to have a twitter at the very least, but they could so much more.

[eltriador]

#ELTRIADOR : an indie , private , selective & mutuals only werewolf oc based in original preternatural lore && based in the universe of @angerworn - as played by the same mun . zed , 33 , she & her , est .

the traitor , the hanged man , the fool , the hermit , blackpaw , specialist , gunsmith , father , grandfather , fiancé , lover . i am whatever you need me to be .

[babyb1ues]

About Xavier’s online presence, virality and what it could mean for his identity

I find it interesting that he often ends up in front of a camera somehow, someway despite wanting to be “lowkey.” It makes sense that he’d avoid any type of photograph or video since he’s been around for so long, and having records of his existence could be detrimental and suspicious, but I wonder if meeting MC just has him throwing caution to the wind. Or maybe it’s because he thinks it’s his last “spring” so it’s like, whatever.

I always believed that he definitely had gone viral before, and the 4 star card that just dropped validates me, lol.

This text above happened before the myth card, aka before the movie, so I also think he got the gig from this. Wouldn’t be surprised if producers especially asked for him.

So, he has a sort of online presence. You’d probably could search pictures of him online. He’s been on a TV ad, has interviews and pictures of him going around, has his name in the Lumiere movie credits, not to mention his face was posted for promo by the movie’s account. It’s like if your face got posted on twitter by Marvel. Like, it’s not lowkey… at all.

Lumiere is a huge IP. It’s a brand at this point, of course it’s huge, there’s nothing people love more than /based on a true story/ and /superheroes/. Lumiere is beyond celebrity status and has become an icon in its own right. But that also means, he’s immensely talked about. There’s probably forums and online discussions about his identity—who he is, where he’s gone. Like, he probably has a Netflix documentary. Zooming in and dissecting grainy pictures of Lumiere, trying to get whatever detail they can. Mannerisms, physical appearance, fighting strategy, and god knows what else. I imagine he’s been picked apart to exhaustion.

With fame and mystique comes the conspiracies. So, they got his basic characteristics—build, hair color, fighting strategy, his fucking /evol/. And maybe even add in a witness report. Imagine somebody saw his eyes, heard his voice.

And then there’s Xavier, a notable and talented hunter who just so happens to sort of resemble Lumiere, and sort of fights like him, and his evol sort of looks like his. And you know this because it’s all fucking online.

It’s not hard to put two and two together. But hey, it’s just a conspiracy.

You think that with him being around for so long, he’d be wary of cameras, of leaving a trail. But he doesn’t seem to mind, or at least doesn’t act paranoid about it. I don’t know if it’s nothing or if it’s an intentional thing planted by the devs. To have his real identity leaked would be a mess—the public reaction, the pr nightmare. And there’s also the actual bounty on his head, how easy it would be to find him now.

I think somebody’s bound to find out. And for the sake of the plot and my own entertainment, I kinda hope they do 😁

[cheappop]

Love That Waits: II. Jey

Here's chapter 2 of this fic! This takes place on the same day, with a little bit of extra exposition. Hope you all enjoy! Leave me a comment and let me know what you think ❤️

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April 17, 2023

The crowd was too loud here. The pop of the speakers as Paul made his impassioned speech about the joining of the Judgment Day and the Bloodline. Jey and his brothers had come out here to scrap, only to find out there had been a snake in the grass the whole time. And it wasn’t Sami Zayn. It was Roman Reigns. The ring in Jey’s ear hadn’t quite reached a fever pitch just yet. For now, he would listen. For now, he’d be the Right-Hand Man. Paul continued.

“A short-term deal, engineered, conceived of, and approved of by your Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns.” Paul declared to the crowd as Jey and his brothers looked on. When the fuck had that ever been the plan?! Jey turned to Paul, reaching hesitantly for the mic. Leaning in when Paul’s hand refused to loosen its grip. Though the older man would eventually hand the mic over as Jey spoke.

“OG, we didn’t–we didn’t know nothin’ about that. We didn’t whatchu talkin’ about right now, OG.” The look Paul gave him in response made Jey went to punch the old man right in the teeth. Still, he returned the the mic respectfully. Yearning for further explanation. An alliance? With them? What the fuck was the Tribal Chief on? When Paul spoke next, he didn’t even look Jey in the eye. 

“Your Tribal Chief didn’t want anyone on our side,” Paul raised his eye warily to fix his suddenly fearful gaze on Solo, “well, except for Solo because there’s no raised voices or sudden movements towards Solo…” He straightened his back now as he pressed further, “Because the Tribal Chief wanted his Usos almost to be caught off-guard by the enormity of this short-term deal, you see.”

Jey began to pace. The ringing in his ears now buzzed just behind his eyes. His eyes locked on Finn Balor, who replied to Jey’s bitter stare with a cocksure ass smirk. The kind that reached his eyes, but the blue in them wasn’t alight with anything friendly. That smirk promised war, but as Jey leaned in to answer the call, Paul put himself in front of him. Jey’s head snapped up, only to turn quickly down at the ground again. These looks Paul was giving him would be the death of him too, if Jey had it his way. But I don’t. His fists clenched at the thought. The Tribal Chief was testing them. The Judgment Day was testing them and Jey knew better than to be the one to throw the first punch. Roman wouldn’t have that. 

Paul was standing partially in front of him now, his body a warning more than a shield. If Jey crossed Paul, he was crossing the Tribal Chief. The ringing in his ears continued and so did the running of Paul’s fuckin’ mouth.

“Even Mr. Balor,” Paul gestured to Finn, who raised in his chin at him. Jey stiffened his neck and lowered his head, looking up at Finn through his eyelashes. Heat. Simmering. Burning. In his head, in his throat. Paul went on, “Mr. Balor from what I understand, is not that happy about this because Mr. Balor has deep-rooted anger issues about the Bloodline.” Finn shook his head at every word. Other than the pacing, he was a mirror of Jey’s contempt. Somebody swing! Anybody!

But they were all just as much on a leash as Jey and his brothers. Even he knew that. One wrong move and Damian Priest or Rhea Ripley would have something to say about it. Or worse, both. They all remained still. Just on the razor’s edge, but no one was dumb enough to act yet. Patient. Let the promo end and we all go the fuck home. Don’t be the problem.

Paul kept yapping and yapping, just like he always. At some point, Jey stopped listening altogether. Paul started yapping about concerns. Bad Bunny. Solo being an expert at whatever the fuck. The ringing was getting louder now. Jey clasped his hand around his wrist, squeezing. Trying to replace the noise with something else. Anything else. The feel of Paul’s hand on his waist snapped him back to the present. Jey leaned in, following Paul’s eyes out of the corner of his own gaze and caught on Rhea. Damn, she and Solo was lookin’ at each other the way me and Finn was. 

“Jey, would you please trade places with Solo.” Man, this some bullshit. But Jey obeyed, tapping his younger brother on the shoulder and gesturing for him to move when Solo looked back at him. Jey slid in behind him, coming face to face with Rhea. At first, he thought she was looking at him just as he was looking at her. Her eyes cold, but focused. Locked in on something. Jey got lost in them as he stared back, squaring his shoulders. She was smaller than him, but he’d seen her throw grown men over her shoulders. If she wanted to, she’d packed my ass up too. Lowkey, I might just let that shit happen though. I bet it’d feel real good to be put in a head lock, head pillowed against her bicep and– His train of thought was broken by Finn Balor shifting back at the edge of his periphery. By the time he’d looked back, Rhea had switched places with him. Motherfucker was trying real hard not to be disappointed. What? She ain’t want none uh ’this? The fuck did I just say?  

Jey refocused. It ain’t about that right now. He needed to lock in. Jimmy had already given him shit a couple months ago.When he fully came back around, Jey realized that the ringing in his ears had gone. Shit, lusting after her can’t be what did it? He’d worry about that part later though. But as Paul continued talking, Jey continued watching her. He noticed Finn Balor too, trying to catch his attention. Prob’bly to try and piss him off again, but there was something… No, too much about Rhea that he just didn’t really care about the rest of ‘em anymore. Jey watched her. The way the harness she wore tugged just enough at her chest and creased the skin of her bare shoulder where the harness strap dung in at the lip of her collar. Her hair was short and slick back, shiny with gel. Her knuckles nearly white where she clung to her title. Her free hand clenched into a fists, adorned with a of silver jewelry. Some of the rings sharp at the point of her nails, like claws. If she swung hard enough, they would definitely break skin. Damn, I need to get fucking laid, Jey thought in reprimand. I need to get laid… Not by her though! Someone else! Oh shit– Rhea was leaning toward Paul now, who held the mic out for her as she spoke. What the fuck did I miss?

“For now,” she said emphatically, the look she gave Solo could freeze hell and high heaven over. Jey was definitely not thinking about how hot that made him, though. Jimmy’s hand was on his shoulder now and he leaned into whisper something to him. Jey nodded, but he didn’t fucking hear a word he said. 

Paul started yapping yet again. Jey could hear him distantly announce the Usos’ tag team match against Kevin and Sami. Jey knows that he moves, he knows he says something, but everything kind of feels like it’s happening from far away. It’s all off. Or maybe it’s just him. Paul’s talking about taking care of each other’s concerns or something and when Jey looks up, Finn nods at him and he nods back. A reluctant peace offering for now. He catches Paul’s words in the middle of a sentence. “Because right here, right now in the godforsaken city of Little Rock, Arkansas–“ Jey starts pacing with glee, clapping his hands at the jab that Paul makes to the crowd around them, who follow the insult with a chorus of boos.

Paul continues, “Solo is going to go one-on-one, and in the name of the Tribal Chief, smash his opponent–“ he takes Dominik’s head for this one and Jey almost laughs, “I’m so sorry you have to see this deplorable human being up close– Solo’s opponent, the two thousand twenty-three WWE Hall of Fame inductee, Rey Mysterio!”

The crowd cheers as his music hits, but Jey spaces out again as Rey makes his entrance. 

-

When he comes to again, he’s in a club. Some bullshit techno beat with a bunch of bullshit lyrics cranked so loud he can feel his skin vibrating. He flinches back as a sharp bolt of cold hits the skin of his fingers. Upon looking down, he sees Finn Balor hold a fresh beer out to him. Jey blinks at it for a couple seconds before nodding at Finn and taking the drink, sighing as feel of the chilled liquid against his tongue. It’s way too warm everywhere around him. Finn’s saying something to him, but Jey’s not listening. 

Instead, he studies the condensation on his beer bottle, cascading down the sides of the polished glass and hitting the side of his finger where he grips it. Cold. Finn seems to get the hint that Jey’s not listening to him and turns back to the person behind, who happens to be a very drunk Jimmy Uso leaning back-to-back with Damian Priest. Both of them some to be singing along to a song that is not playing. Jey’s mind escapes of again, trying to retrace his steps. How the fuck did a get here? What happened at the match? Did Solo win? He knows better than to ask out loud though. The fits of memory loss were something he’d struggled with since the Hell in a Cell match with Roman back during the pandemic. He shivered at the reminder but continued musing on about the gaps in his memory. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be though. This time had to be no more than an hour or two. Maybe three, at most. It was better than the days he used to lose and still remain lost to time. 

“Hey!” it was a feminine voice, one that sat low in the throat and heavily accented. He knew that voice. “You not gonna sit down, big guy?” Oh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Rhea, who Jey assumed had been hovering not too far away from him this whole time, was now standing in front of him. Her boots made her just tall enough now that they were eye to eye. In the dizzying black light and flashing strobes of the club, Jey could see just the tiniest shimmer on her eyelids. Purple glitter looked good on her. Oh shit, I still haven’t answered yet! Talk dumbass! 

“I ain’t really in that kinda mind right now.” he replied, whether or not that reply made sense Rhea quickly answered for him, her face contorting with confusion before exploding with laughter. Jey watched in awe at the way all the sharp lines in her face melted and softened, making way for the the most breathtaking smile he had ever seen. He felt his body respond, or rather, a very specific part of his body and he hastily moved his hands to cover himself. He winced at the condensation from the bottle wet the front of his pants. Fuck!

“Hey, everything okay?” Rhea asked, her voice the softest he’d ever heard it, but her face (he saw when he looked up again) was once again contorted. This time in an expression of concern. Jey sputtered for a second, fumbling with his hands before remembering why he had been holding them where they were in the first place.

“I’m all good, Mami. You ain’t worry about me.” The fuck you callin’ ‘er Mami for, you fuckin’– 

“Just double checking… uce” she grimaced, but it was quickly replaced by a smirk and she followed with, “Mami, huh? Don’t back acting too familiar, old timer.”

You can’t kiss strangers, uce. It’s bad practice. Her mans is prob’bly near by watching you flirt with his girl. Was it flirting? Jey didn’t know his left from his right sometimes on his best day. Why overthink it? Be cool. 

“You got tattoos.” If it was possible to leave his own body and have his ghost punch him in the face, he would do it right now. Thankfully, Rhea didn’t seem to think Jey was as weird as he thought he was, because she just nodded simply. Lifting one of her arms up, she pointed to one of the tattoos and started telling him the story behind it. She was smiling again and honestly; he could fall out right then and there. She talked for quite a while before turning to him and asking about his own tattoos. 

It was the most relaxed Jey had felt in years. The ease with which they spoke made him feel warm again, for very different reason than earlier. They eventually moved to sit on the steps just outside of the VIP booth near their table. Jey would kick himself for it later, but he honestly wasn’t listening as much as he wished because he was too fascinated by her smile. The kind of smile that didn’t so much make you weak in the knees as it felt like an embrace. He could feel himself mirroring it and every time she saw his shared grin, hers seemed to grow just a little brighter. It make him think about her and Dom. 

Jey had never liked the little scrawny bastard. Hell, he’d nearly killed ‘im back when the kid was still tagging with his pops. Jey hated just about everyone though. They’d had a particularly violent encounter a couple months back that Jey preferred not to think about. It was an especially ugly moment for him and Roman had nearly torn him a new one. Dom had deserved it though. Now that he thought about it, Dom wasn’t special, but Rhea was. He’d hated her too, but it was more so the principle of the thing. Nothing personal. She wasn’t family and Jey hated anyone and everyone who wasn’t a member of his family. For this woman though, he was okay with changing that philosophy up a bit. Adding in an extra stipulation. 

But then he remembered Jimmy’s warning from back in January. Jey hadn’t dated much throughout his career. He’d had the privilege of watching the relationship between his brother and sister-in-law flourish, but he had other things to worry about. He was happy enough with his sons, anyway. Or maybe that wasn’t entirely true anymore. 

Jey was shaken from his reverie by the unpleasant sound of Dominik Mysterio’s voice. He had stepped out of their group’s booth and evidently was attempting to join them. Jey got up instead, coming face to face on the steps. Dominik’s was eyeing them with a bit too much of a puff to his chest and Jey was about to make that boy taste sound. He sneered at Dominik who tried to dap him up all friendly, but when Jey took Dom’s hand, he yanked him in close and hissed, “You don’t know me like that, boy. This bullshit deal don’t make us cool. Last I remember you trying shit with me, yo ass ended up laid out in a parking lot. If you mad about the girl, don’t be. I ain’t wanna take her from you just yet.” 

When he pulled back, Jey felt a jolt of satisfaction at the bewildered look on Dominik’s face. Happy with his work, he turned to Rhea and bid her a gentlemanly farewell. Make sure to say every word too slowly. Enough for Dom to take the hint, but not enough for Rhea to clock Jey’s antics. She returned the goodbye by getting up and giving him a solid squeeze, pulling him into her side with one arm. If he weren’t in public, he’d have passed out. 

They nodded at each other before Jey made his way back to the table, brushing roughly against Dom with his shoulder. He scoffed at the sight of Jimmy and Damian still singing along to nothing that was playing while Finn recorded them. Jey made his way over and waved his hand in front of Jimmy’s face to get his attention. Jimmy’s head swung heavily, his neck a loose swivel that the alcohol no longer afforded him control of as Jey spoke.

“I’m heading back to the hotel. I got some phone calls to make.” Jimmy threw him a haphazard thumbs up, having to provided additionally assistance to hold up his arm with his other arm. Damian mirrored the gesture, crying out “Happy Birthday!” as Finn and Jey laughed. Before Damian adds, “Ay, don’t get cold,” followed by a wink. Jey stiffens, suddenly flashing back to cold. The kind of cold that radiated off the asphalt of a hotel parking lot. He could see his own breathe as he hyperventilated. Hear the crunch of incoming feet on rocks.

“Jey…” this voice was Solo. Jey hadn’t noticed him the entire time standing in the corner. His arms were crossed like they always were, but he was squinting at him with concern. Jey shook his head, his throat to dry for any words to escape. The ringing was back in his ears. Before Solo could say another word, Jey had already shoved his way out of the room’s main entrance and back onto the main dancefloor of the club. He stumbled past body after body, his stomach churning as he was tossed around. 

The cool night air felt more like a slap than an embrace. He collapsed to his knees on the pavement and emptied his stomach onto the sidewalk. No one seemed to mind though. Typically club behavior. Jey sat back on his heels and heaved the deepest sigh. The ringing was gone again, replaced now by the acidic burn in his throat. Still on his knees, he called an Uber back to the hotel. Making sure not to look out at the parking lot as he exited the car.

He entered the lobby to be greeted by the ugliest of paint jobs but found comfort in the soft hum of activity taking place in the lobby despite the late hour. There was a woman restocking one of the vending machines and he could hear the familiar clatter of a cleaning lady’s cart down the nearest hallway. Not as loud as the club, but not the ugly silence that would likely greet him in his bedroom. Jey noticed one of the many television in the lobby was turned onto a rerun of a recent NFL and he decided to take a seat at one of the tables in the dining area, feigning interest as an excuse to remain in this temporary comfort for just a few moments longer. 

He had completely lost track of time when the front doors squealed as they slid open. He looked up at the noise, allowing himself to indulge in nosiness. What he wasn’t expecting was a very intoxicated Rhea Ripley stumbling through the doors without any of her typical entourage in tow. He’s surprised no one is accompanying her but then remembers exactly the kind of woman he’s talking about. Rhea could easily take out five grown men, with or without being heavily inebriated. Jey didn’t think he saw her drinking much at the club, but then again, he didn’t remember much of anything correctly ever. Upon looking over again, he watches her struggle to reach the elevator. Her head swinging from one direction to the other. Her eyes squinting suspiciously at the signs. Jey nearly laughed out loud at the realization that she couldn’t read anything.

Feeling bad for her now, he make his way over. Calling out and making sure she acknowledges him with a rather dumb grin before placing her arm over his shoulders and a guiding hand on her waist. 

“Come on, kid. Let’s get you upstairs.”  Rhea giggles at him, using her free hand to poke lightly at his cheek. She’s mumbling something, but it’s not coherent enough for him to decipher, so he lets it go. They stumble together down the hall to the elevators and Jey manages to press the button, before he realizes he doesn’t know where the fuck her room is. He turns to Rhea again, but she’s rested her head on his shoulder. Moving it from side to side, nuzzling her forehead against the bare, yet heavily tattooed skin. He sucks in a sharp breath before asking, “Hey, kid. I’m gonna need your room number.”

Rhea’s head snaps up and she giggles dumbly again, her grin so wide the points at the end of her lips nearly touch her earlobes. She replies by puling the rom key out of her back pocket, taking his hand from around her waist, cupping it in hers, and slapping the piece of plastic into his palm before returning to nuzzling his shoulder. He shook his head at her, smirking at the absurdity of it all just as the elevator chimed to announce its arrival. The ride up wasn’t too much work. Rhea still had her head rested against his shoulder, but she wasn’t nuzzling him as aggressively anymore. 

Getting her down the hallway was the real challenge. Rhea’s knees seemed to give out right as the doors opened and Jey was forced to carry her princess-style down the hallway. Thank you, Jesus, for allowing me not to get drunk enough to forget this. He would have added more to the prayer if Rhea’s head hadn’t suddenly fallen forward, pressing her forehead right in the curve where his neck met his shoulder. Her forehead was warm form the friction of rubbing it against his shoulder all that time before and he nearly gasped. Thankfully, they arrived at the door of her room almost simultaneously. Lucky for him, the key worked through the sleeve and he used his foot to maneuver the door handle before kicking it open. 

Rhea continued to mumble to herself as Jey placed her in bed, making quick work of her shoes. He’d let her figure out what to do with the rest of her clothing. He scoffed when she turned hard, her arm flailing and nearly pulling her entire torso off the bed. It reminded him of a time Jimmy had done the same thing. The thought is quickly interrupted as Rhea calls out, “Dom! Turn the fucking air off in here!”

Jey scoffed at the misunderstanding but didn’t correct her. Instead, he moved back toward the bed and lifted her back onto it, popping her up just long enough to pull the blanket loose and cover her with it. He watched her snuggle into the plush warmth of the comforter before turning to leave. Finally feeling comfortable enough to go back to his room, Jey is surprised by how easily he’s able to fall asleep and remain at rest. In the past, he only slept well when his sons shared a bed with him. Now, he felt warm despite the sharp chill of the AC that hotel rooms always had blasting, even in the thick of winter.

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April 18, 2023

Jey was sitting in the dining area down in the lobby, having just finished his first plate of breakfast after the most restful night of sleep he’d had in years. Just as he got up for another serving, his phone went off and his quiet morning was suddenly shattered as the ringing in his ears returned. His phone flashed with the name, “Sami Zayn” and Jey stood frozen, watching it go to voicemail. But Sami was a persistent bastard. He called back immediately. His name flashing on the screen again.

Jey reached out with a shaking hand and swiped to answer the call. He said nothing. Staring off in horror while he waited with bated breath for Sami to speak. Sami, who knew Jey all to well, did just that.

“Morning, uce. I thought I’d call just to check in on you after last night. I saw the show and I just couldn’t get out of my head how Roman blindsided you guys like that.” Sami paused, seemingly to allow room for Jey to speak before continuing, “You know Roman doesn’t do anything halfway. He made this alliance behind your backs because he doesn’t trust you or your brothers to handle business the way the Bloodline used to. This is just the beginning, Jey. If you need someone to talk to, surprisingly, you seem to still have my number.” The silence after the call clicks off is deafening. 

He got up almost robotically to make himself another plate of food, the phone call a reminder that he needed to take that new medication he’d been able to get behind everyone’s backs. His doctor had actually been surprised that he was susceptible to the idea of taking medication for his anxiety. Among the plethora of other health issues he was suffering from due to reasons he preferred not to discuss with anyone. Especially not himself. 

The ringing in his ears persisted. He flexed his hand, waiting as a a paper cup he had grabbed filled with orange juice. His hands shook as he pulled the pill bottle out of his pocket and emptied two tablets into his hand. He tossed them back, bowing his head as he swallowed. He stayed like that for god knows how long. Just looming over the breakfast counter like a shadow. A specter, the same way his cousin’s presence loomed over him. Even when not physically present. The weariness in him was bone deep, but something else felt off. A feeling, like he was being watched. His mind spun off in all directions. Was it Sami? Had the call just been a ruse for me in the hotel lobby? No, Sami wasn’t the type to play that dirty. Not anymore. Even I know that. Taking in a sharp breath, he spun around surprised to see that the person he fixed his gaze on was Rhea Ripley.

She was staring back at him as well, but her eyes had not met his yet. She seemed to be assessing him and Jey noted that she did that a lot. He watched her eyes move up his frame before finally meeting his gaze. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. Just stared. Watched. One lion circling another, both unsure who was going to pounce first.

Even as he watched her, noticing the coldness in her eyes, the warmth he had felt the night before returned to him. He remembered her tattoos, how her eyes brightened and her face softened when she spoke fondly of them. The way that joy had cracked and broken away into pieces when Dom had interrupted them. Jey had sensed something was off with them, but he didn’t feel the need to pry. If he were to insert his opinion, however, he would say that Dom wasn’t good enough for Rhea. But Jey preferred to keep his teeth. 

As they continued to stare at each other, Jey came to the realization that he didn’t know her, yet she didn’t feel like a stranger to him. Just as he had that thought, he and Rhea were both startled by the sound of Damian Priest calling her from one of the hallways. Jey saw her look over her shoulder and decided to make his escape back toward the elevators. As he’s walked briskly back down the hallway, Jey thought to himself, Rhea was a stranger now, but maybe there was something he could do to fix that. Not anytime soon, but I think I can learn to be patient.

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No I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m fine thisisfine EXCEPT I’M NEITHER SORRY NOR FINE because of course Chim is the one to start the CPR, of course he is, but Eddie’s the one doing it in the promo once they’re at the hospital, so Eddie’s going to be the one who ultimately gets Buck’s heart started again.  And the BALCONY SCENE of it all, “You’re the guy who likes to fix things, but maybe this isn’t something you can fix” re: Buck not being the most qualified to save Maddie, because she didn’t need her brother, she needed the love of her life, the father of her child, her partner.  And Chim is Buck’s brother and an amazing paramedic, but Eddie is his partner, the father of his child, the LOVE OF HIS GODDAMN LIFE so of course Eddie has to be the one to bring him back to life--

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME. 

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Pls do some self promo here of your art (saw your pinned, tell us about it)

I make a weekly horror comic called The Backmaker that updates every Friday that you can read here. the story is about the main character Alice (white hair) being haunted by a strange dream. it's based on some weird dreams that I had when I was a kid that I decided needed to be a full story. here's a panel of the main characters making a horrible discovery in their youth (act 1)

I've also been slowly revamping my old webcomic, Swan, in my spare time! it's nowhere near close to being fully plotted out at this point but I've been debating making it a mix of prose and comics/illustrations since it's a little complicated and I think trying to do it as a full webcomic all by myself might take the rest of my life lmao. all that I have to publicly show for it are some drawings of Keira and Cailín, who are no longer the main characters and actually just side characters (well Keira's the secondary main character but Cailín has been demoted to side character). I love drawing them they're my oldest ocs that have still stuck around and they're my beautiful girls and I love them. it's a fun faerie fantasy romp in a wild untamed magical world

I also made a full animatic with them last year which is not canon to their story but I'm still very proud of it

because I am a professional storyboard artist and STILL LOOKING FOR WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! somebody PLEASE hire me my biggest strengths are being very fast and staying in character. I'm a valuable asset I've got 8 years of experience I won't disappoint you

I'm also taking commissions rn on account of not having a job rn so if you're interested shoot me an email ;)