#I react like I’m watching a wwe fight

[blanc-ci]

Getting to the point of my TOS watch-through where a fight scene starts and I’m on the edge of my seat like “is it going to happen? Will it happen this time also? What if it doesn’t?”

And without fail every time

Flying Kick <3

[thesupreme316]

You know what I am in need for. A HOOK fic about his reaction to the reader being in the woman’s royal rumble and winning or getting eliminated

I GOT YOUUUU

Hook's Reaction to You in the Royal Rumble (Hook x Fem!Reader):

Genre: Fluff and Angst headcanon

Summary: How Hook would react to you being in the Royal Rumble

Word Count: 821

Supreme Speaks: OKAY SO, i decided to do a headcanon reaction only cause I couldn't decide. i hope that was okay. Anyways, i hope the anon who requested this likes it and so does everyone else. like always my requests and inbox are open to all. ALSO, i hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @diabloguapos

Imma do both

Dating Hook (Tyler) would be everything I said in this post (shameless plug)

However, I feel like he would be more protective of you due to you being in the WWE

He would hate the distance and the fact that your schedules didn’t align with each other

But when he heard that you would be in your first royal rumble

He immediately told Tony that he had to be there to support you

I mean it’s your first major pay-per-view, it was pretty exciting

Especially after a great year of wins and championships in NXT

Many people anticipated you to win and go on to Wrestlemania

Anyways, Tyler would get on the first plane to San Antonio with Ricky Starks (who was there to support Cody Rhodes)

Tyler was dripped out in your merchandise (most likely a hoodie)

He made sure you were warmed up; helping you with stretches, giving you a pep talk

He watched the match with you until you were given five minutes

You kissed him and walked over to the gorilla and waited for your music to start (you were #30)

As your music hit the arena, the crowd went wild as your music shocked them and your opponents

Then, what happened next would shock you and go down in your career

Winning the Royal Rumble:

You started to whoop everyone’s ass upon entering the ring

Rhea, Liv, Nikki, everyone caught your hands

Tyler was smiling from ear to ear as you suplexed people left and right

Ricky looked over at him and started to clown him

“Awe, lil Hook is in love! Look at the hearts in his eyes”

“Shut up before you’re suplexed”

Hook was taking videos of the screen and posting them to his private story

After you eliminated 4 competitors, it was just down to you and Rhea

The crowd was loud for both of y’all, making the floors shake

You circled around each other before coming to blows

After fighting and close calls for ten minutes, you dumped Rhea over the top rope with a dropkick

The crowd cheered loudly, standing on their feet and congratulating you

While you were crying and yelling with happiness, Tyler was backstage dapping Cody and Ricky up

A smile stretched across his face as he clapped loudly and said “That’s my baby”

When you made your way backstage, you immediately hugged and kissed Tyler

Who kept whispering “I’m so fucking proud of you” in your ear

You smiled and thanked him before going around the room and thanking everyone else in the room

Later that night, Tyler uploaded a picture of you pointing to the Wrestlemania sign with a heart and the caption “my lil winner/future champion”

Getting Eliminated:

As it came down between you and Rhea, you felt yourself growing tired

Even though you entered at #30, you wrestled for 45 minutes

You hoped no one could tell but one person did and that was Tyler

Backstage, Tyler grew silent as he analyzed your moves

He noticed you were moving sloppier and slower and he grew worried

You would try to fight Rhea back, it was difficult seeing how she is one of the strongest members of the roster

Ricky and Cody kept telling him “She’s fine, she’ll be okay”

He knew that but he couldn’t help his feelings

Tyler looked back up at the screen, just in time to see Rhea do her finisher on you and then dumped your body over the top rope

He sighed and his heart shattered as he saw your limp body become a little ball

You looked up at Rhea celebrating with tears in your eyes

On one hand, you were happy that your friend would get her Wrestlemania moment

On the other, it was your time for success and happiness; You did everything you could just to be entered the match but came up short

You started to beat yourself up mentally as you were making your way backstage

Tyler immediately hugged you as you silently cried

He rubbed your back and whispered “You did great sweetheart. I’m so fucking proud of you either way. You’re gonna get to Wrestlemania by yourself.”

After leaving the arena, he took you to your favorite fast-food spot to cheer you up

As you sat in the parking lot eating with Tyler (who was going on about how he’s gonna kick Big Bill’s ass), a smile was placed on your face as you remembered what he has done for you

This man called out of work, traveled thousands of miles, and took you out all because he loves you

Even though you lost the match, you felt like a winner cause you are able to say Tyler is the best boyfriend you could ever have

Overall, Hook is that boyfriend who loves you and who will support you win or lose, rain or shine

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.4- Get Away

Summary: The start of some bullshit

Warnings: Smoking, profanity, drug usage

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Day 4, 1986

“who the fuck-” Y/n groaned to herself as she sat up from her bed.

Walking towards the noise bursting through the house, Y/n saw the boys layed out throughout parts to the house. Izzy and Axl on the couch, Steven on the floor, Slash no where to be seen & Duff and Mandy were probably in their room.

“Of course i have to get up” The girl said as she heard the harsh knockings getting harsher, hearing a mumbled voice calling out.

“What” Y/n said as she flung open the door, Y/n was the crankiest person alive when she was forced to wake up, so this better be fast.

“You. You fucken bitch” A random girl said pointing at Y/n.

“Who the fuck are you” Y/n said furrowing her eyebrows angrily.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” The brunette said getting up in Y/n’s face.

“Yes i would like to fucken know” Y/n said in a annoyed tone.

“Listen here bitc-” The girl said pointing at Y/n

“No you listen, who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here” Y/n said, trying to stop herself from throwing a punch.

“Don’t talk to me like that you fucken whore” The door girl said, charging towards Y/n

“what the-” Y/n said, quickly reacting and throwing a punch right at the girls nose.

The unknown girl grabbed Y/n by the hair, pulling it.

What a fucken mistake.

Two things Y/n hates:

1. People waking her up

2. People pulling her hair.

Feeling a sense of rage flow through her body, Y/n started hitting the girl with as much force her body can muster.

“You fucken bitch” Y/n said, raising her voice as she threw the brunette on the floor, her body looming over hers as she threw more punches.

“HEY WHAT THE FUCK!” Duff said, pacing towards the two girls fighting.

“what the fuck” Axl grunted out as he rubbed his eyes, watching the wwe scene unfold in front of his eyes.

“Fuck” Axl said, eyes widening when he realized who the girl fighting Y/n was.

Duff grabbed Y/n by her armpits and yanked her off of the girl, eyes rolling when he also realized who it was.

“What the fuck Erin?”

The girl, now named Erin looked towards Axl

“What do you mean Axl?” She yelled, still on the floor

“We break up and you fuck another bitch? really? and on top of that you hide her at fucken Duffs house!” She exclaimed, getting up.

“I’m not fucking him dumbass.” Y/n rolled her eyes, still being held by Duff

“I wasn’t talking to you!” Erin said, stomping her foot on the ground.

“I don’t care who you were talking to, i’m just letting you know i’m not fucking your boyfriend” Y/n said, rolling her eyes

Erin tried going towards the girl, only for Mandy to grab her arm.

“Why are you coming at me? Do you want a round two or what?” Y/n asked, trying to get out of Duffs grip.

“You didn’t even get me!” Erin yelled.

“Yea? So what’s up with the knox’s on your head?” Y/n laughed at the girl.

With that, everyone looked at Erin’s forehead, making a face when they saw the two bumps on the girls face.

“She got you good” Izzy said, now awake and quite amused at this situation.

“Let’s go Erin” Axl said getting up and grabbing the girl by the arm, slamming the door shut once they both walked out.

“Dude what the fuck” Y/n said, yanking herself out of Duffs grip, shaking her right hand.

“Y/n you shouldn’t be fighting people” Duff said rubbing his hands on his face

“What? she came at me” Y/n said furrowing her eyebrows.

“Look” Duff sighed “Just keep your composure next time”

“And what let her beat my ass?” Y/n said, now crossing her arms.

“Just calm down alright?” Duff said

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Whatever”

“What happened?” Slash said, rubbing his eyes

“Axls girlfriend just fought Y/n” Izzy said, turning his head to look at Slash.

“Yea and now Duffs getting mad at me” Y/n said crossing her arms looking up at her older brother.

“I’m not mad at you Y/n” Duff said, eyes softening at his sister, wondering what the hell she had to go through to be such a good fighter.

“You’re telling me i missed Y/n’s fight?” Slash said, voiced laced with disappointment.

“Yes” Izzy responded to the curly headed boy.

“Fucken lame” Slash said walking back into the bathroom, which is probably where he slept last night.

Y/n walked back into her room and looked up to the broken clock on the wall, reading the time 1:20pm.

“How the fuck is it already one” She mumbled to herself.

Looking at her bed, she saw her tape player pushed to the side of it, a smile graced her face, remembering she had made plans with John.

She picked up her duffel bag and looked for something to wear, changing into a pair of baggy jeans and a white, fitted tank. She also grabbed the tape with ‘Melvins Again’ written on it, and her lighter, and some money.

Feeling like she had too much shit to carry, she reached towards the very bottom of her bag and pulled out a smaller one shoulder bag (see here) and put everything in it.

Walking out of the room, she passed through the small living room, sighing when she heard Duff speak.

“Where are you going?” He asked with one hand on his hip, and she almost laughed with how much he resembled their dad, especially now.

“Just going out” She shrugged, giving him the same answer she would her parents.

“Just going out?” He said, raising his eyebrow. Y/n pursed her lips, “Yep. Right next door”

“And who’s next door?” Duff responded, crossing his arms.

“The person I met yesterday” She said, wanting him to just let her go.

“Hm” “And what’s this persons name?”

Now Y/n was the one crossing her arms, “Fru”

“Fru?”

“Yes”

“And is this Fru from the male species?”

“Awwwww Y/n has a boyfriend Y/n has a boyfriend” Steven sang, getting a death glare from both the McKagans.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend, I just met him”

“Aha! So Fru is a He” Duff said.

“Yea Duff, he is, is there a problem with that?”

“There is a problem actually, i don’t want you to go see him”

“What? He’s just a friend Duff” Y/n said, now getting upset.

“You can’t just have a male friend Y/n, this is LA” Izzy said, smoking a cigarette.

“Exactly” Duff said, nodding his head.

“God what the fuck” Y/n said, disappointment lacing her voice “It’s not like that, im just showing him some music from Seattle”

“Y/n, you haven’t even shown me the music from back home” Duff sighed, feeling a pang in his chest.

“I haven’t got the chance” Y/n shrugged “I’ll show you another day, but I already made plans with Fru so…” She said, walking towards the door.

“Whatever Y/n” Duff sighed

“Whatever Duff” The girl said as she left her brothers apartment.

“Dude harsh” Slash said, standing behind Duff.

“I feel like her coming here was a fucken mistake” Duff said running his hand over his hair.

“Relax Duff, it’s only been her fourth day here” Izzy said.

“Exactly, and i’m the one she’s least spent time with. I mean jesus she’s already going out with this Fru kid doing god knows what” Duff said, stressing out.

“You sound like a dad” Izzy said, blowing out smoke “Just trust her alright? She seems like a good kid”

“You say that right after she got into a fight”

Izzy laughed “You’re right, it wasn’t her fault though, put some trust in her Duff”

“Okay” Duff sighed “You’re right. Y/n’s a smart girl.”

“Man i can’t believe i missed the fight” Slash sighed sadly.

“It was a really good fight Slash, she could really throw a punch” Steven said

Slash shook his head “Don’t make me feel worse Stevie”

*

John jumped up from his couch when he heard his door knock, heart fluttering since he knew it was Y/n. Embarrassingly, he had been sitting on the couch since the moment he woke up, doing absolutely nothing while he waited for Y/n to come over.

“Hey” He smiled, out of breath.

“Hey Fru” Y/n said returning a smile, looking at the flushed boy standing in front of her. “You’re not gonna believe the fucken morning I had” She said rolling her eyes, entering his apartment.

“Should we smoke first” John laughed, looking at Y/n’s back.

“Absolutely” she turned around, smiling at him.

They both walked to Johns room, Y/n leading the way as if this was her place, and John smiling like an idiot behind her.

Y/n silently watched John as he pulled out his box and started to crush up the buds.

“Have you aten?” John asked, looking up at her.

“No, not yet. We should go get something to eat” She said, shuffling on the bean bag she was sitting on.

“Where do you wanna go?” John said, now rolling up a joint.

“Like if i know any place here” She lightly laughed, looking at him.

He laughed, “Right” “What do you feel like eating?”

“Not sure. Donut?” She furrowed her eyebrows, now craving something sweet.

John nodded his head, “Okay, I know a place we could go”

Y/n just smiled as she saw him light up the joint.

“Did you bring the tape?” John said passing it to Y/n

Taking a hit, she responded “Yea, where’s your tape player?”

“Right- hold on” he grunted as his arm reached under his bed “Right here” he smiled.

“Okay take thiss” Y/n said handing the j back to him, grabbing the tape player from his hands “And i take this”

“Am I gonna like this?” He asked as he watched Y/n put in the tape

“I saw you have some germ vinyls, so I think you’ll like it.” She said as she pressed play.

“And if you don’t-” She said, inhaling the smoke, “Don’t say anything. It’ll hurt my feelings” She smiled at him, watching his face concentrate on the music.

*

“I like them, honestly, they were really good” John said with his mouth full.

They had finished smoking and listening to the tape (which sadly only had four songs in it), and traveled to the place John said he knew (they had to take a bus), and were now sitting here talking and laughing like idiots.

“Did you really?” Y/n said looking at him, searching for a hint of dishonesty.

“I did, really, i was actually gonna ask you if i could keep the tape.” He said, looking slyly at her.

“Of course you can! I have the real thing back home” She said, thinking about her friends back home.

“What’s that genre called anyways? it’s not metal right?” he asked her

“Nah it’s not metal” she said, chewing her donut “They call it grunge”

“Grunge?” he asked

Y/n took a sip out of her milk carton and just nodded her head.

“I still can’t get over the fact you payed” John suddenly said, rolling his eyes.

“We’ll get over it Fru, you let me smoke your weed, this is how I repay you.” She smiled at him

“Yea yea yea” “Hey you mentioned something about your morning” He said, suddenly remembering what she told him earlier in the day.

“Holy shit, I completelyyyy forgot to tell you what happened”

“So what happened?”

“Okay, so tell me why” Y/n started, rolling her eyes when she remembered everything that happened today in the morning.

She made sure to not leave a single detail out of the story as she told John, who had a shocked expression on his face the whole time.

“So she just came at you? Just like that?” He said

“Yes! and Duff had the audacity to tell me to control myself” she said, crossing her arms to her chest and laying back on the small booth she was sitting in.

“That’s some bullshit, you had to defend yourself” he said “I was wondering why were knuckles were purple, i thought i was just high if i’m being honest” he laughed, watching her laugh right with him.

“Dumbass” She said, rolling her eyes. “Also, I left my cigarettes at your place, do you have them?” she asked.

“I actually do me lady” he said, “Left them on my nightstand, we could just go back and get them”

“Cool, we could go back later though” She smiled at him.

*

Y/n and John spent their whole afternoon together, laughing and walking around the streets of LA, arms clutched together.

“I had a lot of fun today Fru” Y/n said as they stood on the staircase of his apartment complex.

“Yea, I did too” He smiled down at her, looking into her tired eyes.

“Sucks i have to go” She sighed, squinting as the setting sun got into her eyes.

“It’s okay, we could hang tomorrow? There’s actually a band I wanted to show you and their performing tomorrow night” He asked nervously.

Y/n smiled, “Fuck yea I wanna go”

“Okay cool, come over at 8pm” he smiled at her.

“Will do sir Fru, I’ll see you tomorrow alright?” she said, walking down the steps.

John laughed, “Okay then, see you later alligator”

“That’s never gonna work Fru!” Y/n called out as she walked towards the complex next door.

John just stood there with a smile on his face, watching Y/n disappear through the front door.

Y/n walked through the door of Duffs apartment, weirded out to see that no one was home.

“Where the fuck is everyone” she mumbled to herself, Mandy was usually home at this time, but even she wasn’t here.

The young girl just rolled her eyes and went to her shared room, being taken aback by what she saw laying on the floor.

Slash, passed out, with a needle in his arm.

“Shit Slash” she said as she rushed to the curly headed man, quickly but carefully taking out the needle in his arm.

She then lightly slapped his face a few times and repeatedly said “Slash wake up”. And he wasn’t waking up.

But this not being her first rodeo, with so much heroin use in Seattle, she knew exactly what to do.

She grabbed Slash by the legs, and dragged him to the bathroom, which was very difficult considering Y/n was not the most athletic person.

Y/n managed to get him in the small bathtub, and turned on the cold water. Grabbing the shower head, she sprayed some water in his face, making sure not to drown him though.

But he still wasn’t waking up. “Slash” she said, now raising her voice. The poor girl was now starting to get scared, putting her finger under his nose she made sure he was still even breathing.

Slapping him with a bit more force now, she continued to call out his name.

Spaying him with more water, she threw the shower head down. “Shit Slash wake up” She said, now using both arms to shake him.

After giving him one more hit, he slowly opened his eyes.

And Y/n let out the biggest sigh of relief.

As she turned the water off, Slash slowly came to the realization of what just occurred.

“Shit Y/n” He said, voice hoarse.

“Slash” She let out a laugh “Scared me there” she said sitting back down on her knees, looking at the soaked, curly headed man in front of her.

“Sorry” he said, letting out a cough.

“Don’t worry” she smiled “Lets just get you out of this fucken bathroom”

Y/n helped Slash get up, much to his dismay, but let him dry up and get dressed alone in their room.

The realization of what had happened hit Y/n while she sat alone, now feeling completely uneasy, was it really the same everywhere? Was she ever gonna get away from fucken heroin? She thought to herself

Slash came out with nothing but a pair of boxers and a shirt on, sitting on the couch, right next to Y/n, taking her out of her trance.

“Sorry about what happened” Slash quietly said, feeling sense of guilt course through his body.

“Don’t trip about it Slash” Y/n shrugged

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell Duff” She smiled.

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Yass chapter four😍😍🤞🤞, could you guys believe Slash’s audacity😒 Oding infront of the hmg Y/n!!!

Anyways hope you guys enjoyed 😣. Im honestly not sure how i feel about this chapter

[nextstopwonderland]

Bryanmox masterlist of content I've posted

BCC general masterlist & links to other pages here

Video Clips (includes DeanDaniel era)

Daniel and The Mountie

Daniel “Yes’s”, Dean giggles

Dean learns the Yes Kick from guest referee Daniel. (better version)

Daniel down with the unscripted violence even back then

Dorky murder club husbands look at toys together

Bryan discusses the thrill of bleeding, which he and Mox share

Bryan discusses BCC birth

Mox praises Bryan

Mox searches for words, uses Bryan’s

Mox discusses being happy with Bryan/BCC after rehab

Daniel Bryan picks Dean Ambrose; Dean reacts

Peace love & pro wrestling

Daniel & Dean tell you how to watch YouTube vids

Post-Grand Slam hugs and belt wrapping

Daniel all about referee Dean

Bryan and Zack and Nigel and mox

Mox + Bryan + tag team in Seattle? Mox wants it

Bryan Danielson pisses baby Mox off

“I came here to do a favor for my friend Bryan Danielson” - Arena Mexico post match

“One of the best things about Jon is he’s really good at getting behind his opponents”

Bryan gushes over Mox and talks about how there’s nothing him or Mox won’t do to step up and help out

Mox on wrestledream commentary (with Nigel)

All Out footage

"“When you realize that somebody that you loved, and felt like they loved you back — when they betray you… that hits emotionally hard, moreso than any physical violence ever will.”

Video edit of full gear countdown

BCC Origins series:

“It’s a real thing/can’t think of a reason to say no” - Bryan and Mox discuss origins of Blackpool Combat club as a shoot (YouTube)

“Sometimes I have to pinch myself” - Bryan and Mox praise each other/discuss similarities (YouTube)

“It very naturally happened” - Bryan and Mox discuss Wheeler joining the BCC

“I’m convinced he’s an alien” - Bryan and Mox discuss Claudio joining the BCC

Video Compilations / Fanvids/Fancams

Daniel-n-Dean: the wwe friends to lovers buddy comedy years

Doin’ it Their Way - the Laverne & Shirley sitcom fanvid

You’re my best friend - Mox making Bryan laugh fancam (screencap inspiration)

Give him a great big kiss - bryanmox famcam

You and Me Song: fanvid

"Wrestling has become a pantomime of what wrestling should be"

When Bryan met Jon:

“It just made me want it more” - a meet ugly for the ages (YouTube)

Bryan discusses their first meeting (text quote + video)

Bryan discussing their instant chemistry

Love (Story) at First Fight (fanvid)

Matches

First match: Dec 5, 2007 - MPW

Second match: August 2010 - HWA

Promos

DGUSA Promo #2

DGUSA promo #3

Most likely the last DGUSA promo set the day of. Mox shows some leg and talks breaking arms

Audio clips

“I don’t think you could ever say a bad word about the guy.” - Mox discussed his DGUSA match with Bryan

“Bryan I consider maybe just the greatest pro-wrestler that ever lived”

Quote compilations

Bryan + Mox + seeking one another out/being one another’s catalysts throughout the years

“I’m exactly where I want to be, fighting someone I want to fight.”

Text posts

An Indie years timeline

Bryan thinks Dean Ambrose is someone to watch out for (also includes audio)

Mox recalls Bryan’s advice ahead of their 2011 wwe home show

Dragon Gate almost became anarchy in the arena

Bryan thinking Mox is great from 2010

Bryan rooting for Mox before Windy City

Bryan + the shield

Bryan wanted to lose to Mox, obviously

More confirmation on bryan and mox planning the storyline for months

Photo/Quote compilations

Mox calling Bryan the most perfect pure pro wrestler

"There will never be another Jon Moxley. There is no one like him.”

"I'm exactly where I want to be, fighting someone I want to fight."

Gifs

Mox making Bryan break

Mox bestowing kisses (also includes video)

My fav bryanmox aew moments

Training for Windy City

Photo posts

Total divas era

Forged in combat love

Wifeguy bry

Emo feelings

Random smackdown screenshots

No thoughts Just gender

No thoughts just them

Still no thoughts still just them

We saw you across the ring and hated your vibe

Two v different vibes

Bryan still in the supportive husband era

Gender, once more

Second match screenshots

Third match screenshots

Bryan + Mox in Japan

Bryan and Mox at New Year Dash!!

Bryan and Mox at New Year Dash part 2

Bryan and Mox through the years

Bryan and Mox during windy city training (?)

the intimacy of that betrayal

Emotionally victimized hugging

More devastating angles

[momsopposed2theoccult]

It’s come to my attention that a good majority of people on this website have a really poor understanding of the conflict between Toph and Katara in “The Chase.” As somebody who loves both characters and their friendship, this irritates me. Without further ado, let’s unpack that in what is in theory supposed to be a meta but turned out more like a rant. 

“Katara was hostile towards Toph because the fact that she’s a gender non-conforming girl made Katara uncomfortable because Katara is obsessed with gender roles.”

Alright, so right off the bat this is just... completely idiotic and clearly fuelled by an agenda (and likely also a lot of projection). First of all, how is Katara of “I don’t want to heal, I want to fight!” fame “obsessed with gender roles?” There’s an entire episode in Book One dedicated to Katara refusing to conform to societal norms for women in the Northern Water Tribe! Katara routinely calls Sokka out on his misogynistic bullshit! (Mind you I adore Sokka but he could be a little twerp at times and Katara was 100% right to challenge him on it) Katara is the feminist icon of ATLA! The fact that people act like Katara is some sort of conservative tradwife who loves gender roles instead of the outspoken feminist and political activist she is makes me incredibly angry.

Second of all, Katara was extremely kind and welcoming towards Toph at first. She gently encouraged her to join in with the group as they all set up camp together as opposed to setting up her own private camp. It’s only when Toph refuses to comply with her that Katara begins to get irritated. Mind you, Toph has her reasons for this, something I’ll get to in a minute, but from Katara’s perspective (key word here is perspective) she’s just being an annoying little stubborn, selfish, lazy, anti-social, entitled brat. Of course we the audience find out later that this isn’t the case at all (or at least in theory we should find out later but apparently some people on here skipped that part), but for all her many talents Katara is not a mind reader and has no way of knowing what’s going on inside Toph’s head, nor does she know her well enough yet to fully grasp the context behind why Toph acts the way she does. Katara is somebody who greatly values community and believes in teamwork, so Toph turning down her warm welcome in favour of “carrying her own weight” likely felt like a slap in the face. Not to mention that she’s already emotionally exhausted from having to constantly mother Aang and Sokka. If I were Katara, I likely would have reacted the same way. 

Oh and I agree that the “the stars look beautiful tonight, too bad you can’t see them, Toph” comment was out of line, but it doesn’t make her a horrible person. It makes her a 14 year old, and 14 year olds can be nasty, especially sleep deprived 14 year olds. Katara is otherwise a very kind and compassionate person. Other characters have said worse than that. Hell, Toph herself has said worse than that. That being said, it was a deeply hurtful comment and I do like to imagine that she apologized for it off-screen. 

“Toph is a lazy, entitled, and classist spoiled rich brat who just didn’t want to do chores and expected other people to wait on her.” 

This is another one that makes me roll my eyes and ask if they even watched the show. First of all, the presumption that Toph is a lazy or entitled person is just... laughable. I feel like people forget that Toph isn’t actually an earthbending prodigy in the way that Azula is a firebending prodigy (I could say more about Azula and how her belief that she was the unshakeable prodigal daughter ultimately caused her downfall and how by the end of the series Zuko is arguably a better firebender than her but this isn’t a meta about Azula and Zuko, now is it?). Nah. Toph was a sheltered kid who discovered she had the ability to earthbend, was told that she could never become great at it because she was blind, and in response said FUCK THAT and decided to work her ass off until she was not only great but the very greatest all thanks to her crazy, stupid, off-the-charts nerve, drive, grit, ambition, and desire to prove people wrong about her. Does that sound like a lazy person to you? Believe me when I say that you do not achieve that kind of skill level by sitting around on your ass and expecting to have things handed to you. And entitled? Don’t make me laugh. Toph hates having things handed to her, that’s one of her defining characteristics. 

As for the implication that she’s classist and enjoys basking in her family’s wealth and being waited on...... are you stupid? Did you even watch the show? Toph absolutely despises everything about her parents’ lifestyle. Growing up like that was traumatizing and restrictive for her. We’re talking about a girl who likes to play around in the mud for fuck��s sake. Toph does not care how much money you have. She never wanted any to begin with. She even says it herself; “I guess I shouldn’t be complaining. They gave me everything I could have wanted. But they never gave me what I actually needed - their love.” Not to mention that she easily could have continued to freeload off her parents wealth but instead chose to sneak out of the house and make her own money doing what she did best; disproving people’s assumptions about her earthbending. Oh and I’ve seen someone point this out before but WWE is generally considered a “low brow” activity that “proper” people frown upon and shouldn’t associate themselves with. Toph fucking loved it. I don’t know how seriously people take the comics, as they often miss the mark when it comes to characterization (Toph’s, however, was generally pretty accurate), but there’s a part in The Rift where Sokka asks her when she’s going to start charging people to learn metalbending and she gets all serious and flat out tells him that she will never do such a thing, because money doesn’t matter to her. Sharing her one true passion with the world is what matters to her. Oh and the part where she basically tells a bunch of rich and sleazy businessmen to fuck off and “stop thinking about money and start thinking about people’s lives” is just... *chef’s kiss* Sorry my thoughts here are so incoherent but this take is so piss poor and makes me so angry that I don’t even know where to start. As for “Toph enjoys being waited on” I just- *sigh* Toph has such a visceral and defensive reaction to any implication that she is unable to take care of herself. Like I said earlier, that’s one of her defining characteristics as well as the reason for her behaviour in “The Chase.” Where are people getting these takes?

You wanna know why Toph acted the way she did in The Chase? Well, first let’s recap her life up to this point. Toph was born the blind daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the Earth Kingdom. From day one her parents treated her like glass due to her disability. She was not allowed to leave her house unsupervised, and even then she was only permitted to walk around the gardens of her home. Every day of her life she was pitied, gaslit, babied, ignored, emotionally neglected, and made to feel ashamed of herself. She was not allowed to make any decisions for herself. She was not allowed to do anything for herself. She was not allowed to talk to other children. She had no friends. Other people didn’t even know she existed on account that her parents kept her locked up in her own home and didn’t tell anybody about her because they were so ashamed to have a blind daughter. Flash forward to “The Chase.” Toph begins to set up her own camp separate from the rest of the Gaang. Considering that she flat out was not socialized as a child and hadn’t even interacted with anybody her own age prior to a few days ago, this is understandable. So then Katara comes up to her and asks her why she isn’t setting up camp with the others as if she’s somehow incapable of taking care of herself (again, this is just what happened from her perspective) like she’s her mom or something and it just angers her because she thought she joined this group to get away from all that and she doesn’t understand how friends work because she’s never had one, all she knows is that apparently this girl thinks she isn’t capable of taking care of herself, and that infuriates her because it’s the exact same bullshit she thought she was running away from.

There’s a lot more I could say about this but I’m sick of typing so yeah in conclusion both of these takes are piss poor and I’m sick of having to read them. Stan Toph, Katara, and their friendship. 

[musemilitia]

@heterochromatica​ || response to (xx) { anyone other than Lukas ... before you click this.. there is a mention to a manga spoiler in here... so proceed with caution }

Very much agreed, if Katsuki is actually done for, both their entire character developments are annihilated for nothing and nothing again, not to mention it would make no fckn sense. This is not GOT ffs people don't need this "bittersweet" bullshit - said it to Cyn today regardless of liking a character or not it would just be bad story telling no more no less >:/

Yeeeeep.  

The amount of Bakugou / bkdk haters that I’ve seen (mainly on the cesspool that is twitter) being like “oh, deku will ‘get over it’.” or “deku will ‘move on’.” 

And it’s like no... no, he won’t. 

Like they so desperately want Izuku to be someone who vehemently hates Katsuki strictly for bullying him when they were younger / the ‘swan dive’ comment in the first chapter. 

And that’s just not who Izuku is... 

An example of how he’ll react if Katsuki’s gone for good is in the end of the Training Camp arc: 

Despite them having captured a few of the villains who attacked them, him being able to protect Kota, stopping Tokoyami’s rampage (and also preventing him from being taken as well), and Jirou and Hagakure being safe (albeit unconscious). 

Izuku still considered their ‘little victory’ “a total loss” because ONE PERSON was kidnapped. And you could easily replace Katsuki with anyone and he would’ve still considered it a “loss” for the heroes. It’s just more emotionally heartbreaking because of Izuku and Katsuki’s history that goes back to childhood. And Izuku just watched his childhood friend being taken from them.

If Katsuki is indeed gone for good (which my gut is telling me he isn’t -- and my gut tends to be right about 95% of the time)... Izuku won’t be the same person that we know and love for a very longtime.

And (off topic but also in the realm of bad story telling) I know bad story telling... 

I’ve watched WWE programming for the last 10+ years now, and a good chunk of that time was me actively not watching it because of how shit the story telling was. During that time I only watched clips of things that interested me from youtube or read / listened to reviews about the shows to ‘keep up with it’ in someway.

Like I’m being completely serious when I say that I have taken six months to a year off from watching a full show because of how bad and repetitive the story telling got.

And when a wrestling story is done great ... it’s a brilliantly told masterpiece.

Pro Wrestling is basically just Anime IRL. 

There's characters, rivalries, romance, drama, and high-level fight “scenes”.

[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

Every time I see someone complaining about how the only movies getting made anymore are superhero movies and you can’t get anywhere unless you’re willing to do superhero movies, I think about all the non-superhero action movies* where like, the opening fight scene kills tens of thousands of people and causes five trillion dollars in damage and gets responded to by like, maybe three local-PD squad cars?

And while that’s not a new problem--I think the first time I was like “Okay, that’s definitely getting the National Guard called on you” was in the late ‘90s--it kept escalating, and then eventually it just turned into an expected thing.  If you’re an action movie and your budget’s over X million dollars, at some point in the film you’re going to destroy several city blocks and, most likely, face zero official consequences for doing so.

Which, honestly?  If I’m going to watch a movie where the Invasion of fucking Normandy is happening on Main Street, USA and everybody’s response is basically “Can’t have shit in Detroit,” at least the addition of superpowers brings some sort of explanation to the table. 

An action sequence in which a guy in a bulletproof rhino suit trying to kill Spider-Man by throwing cars at his head destroys an entire urban high school while the cops just sit there and go “Okay, yeah, what are we supposed to do about this again?” makes narrative sense in a way that the cops going “Oh no, this guy’s got a car and a handgun, how will we ever stop his rampage?” doesn’t.  If the Batmobile crashes through a brick wall and can still do eighty immediately afterwards, nobody goes “I don’t think cars work like that...?”

Plus if you have goons with superpowers, you don’t have the Universal Conservation of Henchmen problem, where no matter how many nameless mooks the protagonists kill or disable, there’s never a noticeable decrease in the number of antagonists chasing/fighting them and eventually it just gets weird. 

Like around the 60-minute mark, you start having serious questions about where the villain is keeping all these guys.  What villainous temp agency keeps sending another dozen murderers over without asking what happened to the last dozen?  What’s going on in this universe that you have hundreds of highly-trained general-purpose private soldiers who no one will miss when they don’t report back after that last job?  How shitty must the economy in this scenario be that everybody stepping over the previous shift’s corpses to go do the same thing they bought the farm doing never go, “Is CEO McBadguy’s quarterly bonus really worth my life?”

Throw in superpowers, and suddenly you can just have everybody react to getting shot like it was getting kicked in the balls--unpleasant, temporarily disabling, and you’re going to get a lot of whining about it afterwards, but nobody’s dead.  It’s just the same twelve guys, increasingly unhappy with you for shooting them/increasingly unsure if this is worth the time-and-a-half they’re getting for being shot at.

It’s also a lot less inane when they do the Random White Guy McGee protagonist, too.  You know, some schlub that basically got wrong-manned into being an action hero is suddenly a suave ninja with incredible technology skills and can not only take out a team of trained assassins but look cool doing it? 

Give Random White Guy McGee the ability to shoot lasers from his nipples and... well, I’m not going to say it’s less stupid.  It’s still incredibly stupid.  But it’s less obnoxious when he can nipple-laser his way out of fights with a million assassins or into a bank vault or around an insurmountable obstacle.  There’s no patina of reassurance to a presumptive Random White Guy McGee target audience that of course they could totally kick ass if they ever had to, in spite of having done absolutely nothing to ever prepare for kicking ass. 

The fantasy--“If I had nipple lasers, it’d be over for you bitches”--is firmly in the realm of fantasy**.

Basically, I don’t think most superhero movies are noticeably more puerile than most big-budget action movies***, but they are noticeably more fantastic than the things they’re replacing.  Which, if you have certain unexamined assumptions about how totally feasible your average action movie is, might make you a little cranky.

*Which is what’s actually getting replaced by a lot of the superhero movies.  We’re not getting Captain America instead of Bot-Written RomCom, we’re getting Captain America instead of Latest Charismatic WWE Guy Has A Gun.

**Probably why the alternate drug of choice--the zombie apocalypse--has become equally nigh-inescapable.  If you can no longer sell a narrative in which an unremarkable cardboard cut-out steps up to become the most amazing man in the world, try selling a narrative in which the rest of the world suddenly gets taken down a notch or two and leaves an unremarkable cardboard cut-out the default most amazing man in the world.

***Complaints about Disney having too much of a lock on the pop culture landscape are, of course, extremely correct, but once you get above a certain budgetary level, the studios responsible have pretty much always been reactionary capitalist nightmares more interested in making their money back by aiming for the lowest common denominator than, uh, anything else.  Disney shaking out to be worse is pretty much solely a function of Disney being bigger than media companies managed to get when there was a slim chance of anti-monopoly laws being enforced.

[copperbadge]

hellostarfleet

i don't. but. WHAT MAKES THIS A HOLIDAY THEMED CARRD

I have noticed that card websites like the one I was shopping on when I found that -- sites aimed at large groups (foundations, companies, etc) where you can buy bulk cards -- often have a small but significant portion of their holiday cards dedicated to the military and first responders. There’s a whole section that’s very clearly meant to be sent out by fire departments, police precincts/unions, and military units. They are surpassed only by cards aimed at doctors and dentists in terms of “themed” cards you can customize for the holidays. 

So the answer is technically “nothing” -- but it’s a card meant to be sent out by a police union or precinct, mostly to police families, which conveys a “we’re cute and harmless and patriotic” message for the holidays. 

dignitywhatdignity

Depending who sent me the covid-snowflake card, I’d probably actually find it pretty funny, in a dark way. This card is just tasteless at best.

Honestly, the second I came up with the covid-snowflake idea I kind of wanted it to be my holiday card. 

bettsplendens

How many of those things have they sold by now? I'd imagine if they worked, at least ONE would have worked by now in a fashion spectacular enough to make the news.

This is in reference to the ouija board and actually that’s what cracks me up about the Tumblr community’s fear of ouija boards. One did make the news -- in 1949. 

There was a satanic-panic style terror reaction to ouija boards after The Exorcist came out in the 70s. In the movie, and the novel the movie is based on, the demon is released into the little girl explicitly because she was playing with a ouija board. This in turn is based on a newspaper account of the exorcism of “Roland Doe” in 1949, where Roland supposedly became possessed when playing with a ouija board. After The Exorcist became a huge hit, two things happened: people became terrified of ouija boards, and people began demanding exorcisms in droves. So to see a resurgence of that weird conservative Christian conflation of “spiritualism” and “demon summoning” on tumblr just made me lol. 

forlorn-kumquat

to me, it doesn't seem that different from having a laugh track in sitcoms

Those are super creepy too! Especially the fact that the actors pause for fake laughter! 

I think part of the creep factor is being unaccustomed to it. We grew up with laugh tracks on sitcoms, whereas we’re used to organic human reactions at sporting events. They serve the same purpose, to cue us for how to react, but we’re just inured to one. 

sarriane

wrestling is sooooo eerie to watch right now. the WWE finally added in LED screens that show live feeds of fans at home, but before they figured that out, it was odd without the atmosphere. i know wrestling relies on theatrics, but it really made clear just how much the crowd is a part of the show, and which wrestlers need the crowd to feed their energy and performance.

Yeah I can see how wrestling in specific would be super eerie, because so much of it is emotionally driven. Like, if someone’s in a match and the crowd is whipping them up and they pick up a chair and just wham the other guy on the head with it, we understand that to be in part spurred by the crowd. If you just see a guy in an empty room get so furious he whaps the other guy with a folding chair, that feels like very personal, emotional violence. Strictly speaking there’s no difference, but the latter feels like maybe someone needs to be in a lot more therapy. 

Given that wrestling is really just a soap opera with a fight-scene framework, I’m kind of surprised WWE didn’t lean hard into quarantine and make it about wrestlers who can’t wrestle, or wrestlers who get into matches because they’ve been quarantined together for six months. Like. Imagine instead of having matches they just put all the wrestlers into a Big Brother style house and filmed that, instead. 

bisexual-nightmare

As someone personally responsible for the company holiday cards (we’re creeping up on 1k and I Hate It) I would *kill* to convince my bosses to spend the extra 300$ and make someone else do that bit

Yeah, this is probably the only year we’ll get to do it, because normally we have people signing the cards -- each of our managers has a small group of people they sign and mail the cards to, and then we do about 700 cards signed by everyone that get mailed to several segments of our donor base. Last year I had to manage the signing of all thousand cards and the addressing/stuffing/stamping as well; I didn’t have to DO the work myself but I had to assign it out to our temps and keep track of how far along we were to make sure it’d all go out on time. 

I realized last year that because I was managing the process, I was the only person who touched all 938 cards we sent out. Which felt like a really psychologically unpleasant triumph of some kind. :D

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

In a Parallel Universe

Could it be... fluff? The happy, uplifting tone of this can entirely be credited to Mustafa as a muse. I truly believe the man should be held up as an example of how to be a good human and how to be masculine without it becoming toxic. (The way he is treated by WWE, much like that other paragon of positive masculinity Sami Zayn, is something I can angrily rant about another time.) 

Pairing: Mustafa Ali x reader (platonic)

Word count: 2,659

Content advisory: Racism/ racist language

“Did you ever have a thing for me?”

Your eyes widen in shock as you look back at Mustafa, your best friend, wondering if you’ve heard him correctly. He’s looking at you with those big, ingenuous eyes, as if he’s just asked you if you’ve decided what you want for dinner. In all the time you’ve known each other you’ve never once brought up the subject of romantic interest or physical attraction and yet here he is, just throwing it out there. 

You’re watching your daughters collaborate on a colouring project that might as well be “Guernica” for how seriously they’re taking it. 

The bell-like laughter of his wife and mother-in-law is drifting in from the back patio where they’re taking some much-needed time alone together. 

You’re waiting on your husband Jake, who’s already sent four apologetic texts about how the Saturday he’s been called into work keeps dragging on, promising that he’ll be there as soon as he can, but that he doesn’t expect you to hold up the barbeque just for him. (Even though he knows you will.)

You laugh a little and squint at him, as if what he’s asked is somehow ridiculous. But it’s not ridiculous. Two heterosexual people who’ve been close friends for so long… it would almost be weird if there hadn’t been any sexual tension. Nevertheless, you think of just rolling your eyes and blowing the subject off. It would be easy enough to do. But his unwavering earnestness has always demanded respect and honesty and it’s possible that he knows the answer already. You certainly do. 

“I guess,” you begin, aware that your voice is wavering a little, “early on. I had a bit of a crush.”

Is that the truth? In as much as feeling can be summed up in so few words, yes. It wasn’t like you’d been pining and crying yourself to sleep at night, but sure, you’d felt it. You’d approached him to ask if you could train with him after the two of you had worked a few of the same local shows where the wrestlers outnumbered the audience members. Yes, you’d been beyond impressed with his skills but you’d also noticed how very, very cute he was.

“I mean, everyone did,” you assure him. “All the girls liked you.”

Not all the girls had your confidence or your desire to really break in to the wrestling world, though. So you’d been the one to steel yourself and walk up to him at the gym one night and ask if he’d help you. It was a calculated risk, you figured: he could refuse, he could give it a shot and get bored or irritated and walk away, he could help you become a better wrestler even if he wasn’t interested in more, he could feel your skills were hopeless but also decide you were attractive enough to pursue, or he could want to be both a training partner and something more. Five possible outcomes, three of which worked in your favour. You’d always been clever with numbers and the numbers clearly gave you a better than even chance of a positive result. 

He laughs shyly and looks down at the idea that “all the girls” had found him attractive. It’s not that he’s ever been insecure about his looks and charm, exactly, but he’s never been the sort of arrogant prick who’s assumed everyone must be in love or lust with him. And that’s always been part of his charm; confident enough not to seem needy but humble enough to appreciate the attention. 

Of course, you’ve always been a little surprised that he doesn’t have more of an ego. The luscious mane of black hair, the smile that could power a small city, the toned body that never crossed into that lumpy, bulgy look that too many of your counterparts developed, and most of all those huge, soulful eyes… The man was infuriatingly flawless and even now it’s not like you are immune to the occasional whisper of desire.  

“Shit. I never did anything to hurt you, did I?”

And then there was the personality. Mustafa had always been too great of a guy to be real. He’d been your rock. Whenever things ground you down, he was the one who could build you up again. When you got angry and depressed at the state of the world, he’d commiserate but he’d also be able to give you hope, if only because a world that produced someone as awesome as he was couldn’t be all bad. 

You could honestly say that without him, you’d never have fought your way out of the indies and into the big leagues. That wasn’t just because training with him made you a stronger, better wrestler. It was because the two of you had been able to lean on each other when things were rough. And damn, things had been rough at times. 

When the two of you had graduated from bar shows for disinterred old men drinking watered-down beer and playing slot machines, you’d been beyond excited. The shows you got invited to took place in gymnasiums and legion halls and church basements with actual audiences who had come specifically to watch the wrestling. You knew it wasn’t the big time; you were excited, not stupid. But it was progress and a lot of people you knew hadn’t even made it that far. You’d grounded yourselves by talking about your meager pay and by calculating how much you’d earned per bruise at each show. 

One of the larger, or at least more successful promotions that had booked you had provided an eye-opening experience. The promoter was a corpulent man with a mouth full of lumps that barely counted as teeth and breath to match. He’d called both two of you aside a few hours before your first show to tell you the gimmick that he had in mind for the two of you. It had come as a bit of a surprise because although you were friends, you’d never teamed up in the ring. You’d reveled in being the foul-mouthed heel, while he had, of course, been a natural baby face. (And if you were honest, so few people knew who you were that your characters hadn’t ever mattered.)

“I wanna do a thing with the two of you,” the promoter began, sweat already dampening his forehead and staining the armpits of his cheap shirt. “You two are gonna be like a pair of terrorists. You can fight all the American guys- and girls- and get them over with the crowd. Get the audience riled up.”

The two of you had stared back at him in horror, jaws slack. 

“I’m thinking something like ‘Osama and Elle Qaeda’ for your names.” His brow furrowed as he processed another idea. “Can you come up with some shit to yell in Arabic?”

You remembered thinking that it must be some kind of joke. Al Qaeda and Osama bin Laden were products of the Arabian Peninsula. Mustafa’s parents were Pakistani and Indian. Yours were Kurds from southern Turkey. Not one of your parents even spoke Arabic. But more to the point, the two of you were American. You were both born and bred in Chicago. Neither of you had any hint of an accent. Why couldn’t you just be normal? 

The promoter looked at you impatiently. Mustafa recovered his voice enough to stammer through an explanation of your ethnicity, only to be greeted with a look of supreme indifference and boredom. 

“Look,” he said sharply, “it doesn’t matter. You have the look. Around here you’re all sand ni-“

Remembering that night still hurts. The pain has dulled over time because at the moment he’d said it, it felt like you’d been shot in the chest. For a few moments you’d been afraid that you were actually going to vomit. Growing up in a racially mixed area, your features and your family name had been ambiguous enough that people thought that people usually guessed that you were Greek or Italian before they got to Turkish or even broadly Middle Eastern. You’d been proud to declare that you were descended from the little-known but courageous and resilient Kurds. But out here in the wider world, you were an Arab and therefore a terrorist. The Indian subcontinent, birthplace of so many cultures, arts, religions and philosophies, crossroads of empires, might as well have never existed. Mustafa was an Arab and therefore a terrorist. 

Seeing what he perceived as hesitation, the promoter scowled at both of you. “Give it a shot,” he counseled. “It’s the only way people are gonna take you seriously.”  

You and Mustafa smile at each other, as if you’ve both been recalling the painful judgments you’d faced together, as if you’re amazed you survived let alone flourished. You’d pulled each other through. 

“I’d always kind of wondered if you’d ever liked me,” he says shyly. 

Yes, you think, you had. You were a tall, muscular girl. It had made sense that you work with a male training partner. So he’d been happy to work with you and you were thrilled to be able to learn from him. You felt yourself improving every time you practiced together. But your mind had often drifted to how it would feel to have his arms wrapped around you in other circumstances. More than once you’d been tempted to close the scant distance between your lips just to see how he’d react. 

“I liked you,” he adds, eyes snapping up to see your reaction. 

You do your best to mask your shock. “You did?”

“Sure. C’mon, look at you.”

Your mouth feels a little dry. The sounds from the patio have faded and even the children have fallen silent. 

“Maybe not right away because I thought you were kind of scary, to be honest,” he chuckles. “But after we’d been hanging around, I don’t know, about a year or so, I really liked you.”

You can’t help but laugh at the idea that you were scary. Maybe you’d thought you could be scary to some of the smaller, less experienced women you’d fought. But to someone on your level both skill-wise and vertically? No. 

“I’m serious. I wasn’t desperate or anything but I remember thinking a lot about what might have happened if I’d made a move.”

You wonder about the math in your head. You hadn’t entertained those thoughts about him for all that long. Sure he was hot, but as you’d risen through the ranks together, he’d quickly come to seem like a brother. The idea of the two of you being a couple had started to seem weird. You’d thought about it less the longer you spent together, so it was strange for you to think that as you’d gotten over your initial crush, he’d begun thinking of you in that way.

Your shared reverie is interrupted as his little girl climbs into his lap, sour-faced and frustrated that she’s running out of brown crayons. The work of art that your girls are creating relies heavily on earth tones for the ground, for the tree trunks and bushes, and, you note happily, for the different faces of the people occupying the epic landscape they’ve made. There are all sorts of shades of people and there just aren’t enough brown crayons to build the different tones. 

Your daughter purses her lips in a look of stubborn determination you’ve come to know all too well. She’s grabbed red crayons, orange crayons, yellow crayons, green crayons, whatever she can get her hands on to colour in her people. She’s as upset as her friend that there aren’t enough browns but she would never let on. As ridiculous as it seems, you’re actually a little intimidated by just how headstrong she is. Now that she’s learned the alphabet, she seems like she’s about ready to move out and start kicking ass. 

She casts a quick glance in your direction and you have to hold back a gasp at her fierce, beautiful eyes. Looking at her face, you’re gob smacked by the idea that something that gorgeous came out of you. It’s like looking at the sun. It’s even stranger to think that she could be the product of the wild, all-encompassing lust that you and your husband had- still have- for each other. How could something that seemed so deliciously sinful produce something so perfect?

You glance back at Mustafa, whose attention is now completely absorbed in his daughter’s lecture on the need for more brown crayons. She’s articulate far beyond her years and you hope beyond hope that years of school won’t convince her to hide her intelligence the way girls of your generation did. 

It’s possible that there was a time when your desire for Mustafa and his for you overlapped, that there was an opening when the two of you could have touched lips and fallen into each other as if nothing else in the world existed. The two of you would probably have been a power couple in the industry. Your dazzling combination of skills would have been irresistible. With the way your families have come to love the both of you, it’s likely they would have moved beyond the cultural differences that absolutely do exist, no matter what some ignorant arsehole might have told you when he insisted you were both Arab terrorists. 

And it is most definitely possible that the two of you would be sitting in a living room just like this, embracing as you observed your children colouring or playing video games, or chasing each other around with rubber swords, or, worst of all, trying to emulate what they saw their parents doing on television. And perhaps as you watched, you’d look at each other and touch lips with all the tenderness in your souls and you would be filled to the point of bursting with happiness. 

But then there would be no…

There would be no Jake, the man who made you realize what true, unadulterated love really was. You would never have had someone make you laugh the way that he can, make you laugh so much that your ribs ache for hours. There would never have been the man who taught you how to curse in Irish or how to snowboard. And you would not have your daughter, so filled with her father’s sarcasm and stubbornness. 

For that matter, you would never have had Mustafa’s wife as your friend. When Jake had been hit by a car while riding his bike to work, you would not have had her comforting arms and her voice to pull you through the agonizing days when doctors cautioned you not to be too hopeful about his prognosis. You would never have had that feeling of someone strong enough to hold you up yet tender enough to nurture you through the pain. 

A few hours later, the gang of you are gathered around the picnic-style table in the back yard. Mustafa, his wife, her parents, you, Jake, his brother who’s been run ragged by his job more than any of you, and, of course, your children. You’re all laughing so hard that it’s a legitimate danger that the neighbours will call the police with a noise complaint. You make a clever joke and Jake, impressed by your wit as he always is, presses a light kiss against your neck. You feel the familiar thrill move through you, suddenly thinking that it’s time to wind things down and head home. Just for a second, your eyes connect with Mustafa’s and there is this perfect, still moment when you can see that there could be an alternate universe where the two of you would be together, something that might have been better or worse or neither. But then the moment is passed, and you’re once again back in this universe with the lives that you love.

[gamergirl929]

Celosa? (Zelina Vega x Reader)

Took me a while to think of a Zelina fic, but @themanbexl​ and I brainstormed and here we are! 

You hated the way Angel Garza would swagger around backstage, hitting on every women he say, the way he’d cockily boast about all the women he’d been with, you hated that he was even in the same proximity as Zelina Vega, and yet all you could do was glare... What happens when that glare is noticed by Zelina Vega herself? 

SMUTTTTTTTTTTTTTY SMUTT SMUT

You roll your eyes, watching as yet again, Zelina watches with a smile as Angel Garza flexes on camera, the man boasting about how ladies basically fall at his feet, all the while Zelina grins as if he’s the best thing since sliced bread.  

Your ears perk up when Lana refers to the fight coming up as, a Double Date, something that you’re happy Zelina shoots down almost immediately.  

The interview ends soon after and you scoff, watching as Garza struts away, unaware that a pair of brown orbs are on you, the owner’s brows arced.  

                                                           ***

Zelina eyed you closely in the following weeks, noting that every time she was alone, without Garza, you were your shy self, but when she brought him around, your small smile changed into a scowl your downcast eyes now focused on Garza, glaring at the man’s back.  

Zelina smirked, noting the absolute ire in your eyes when you looked at the cocky man.  

She hummed.

“Interesante (Interesting)...” She mumbles, drawing the attention of Garza who looks at her in question, but she waves him off, the man turning away to chat with a woman backstage.  

Zelina turns, smirking when she catches your gaze, your eyes widening as you turn away and race off, leaving the woman behind a smirk spread across her face.  

                                                           ***

Ending up backstage during Garza’s match wasn’t something Zelina was happy about, but, being backstage meant she got to see your reaction to the man’s match.  

Zelina’s eyebrow quirks up when you react to Garza getting a kiss on the cheek from a member of the WWE Universe.  

“He’s not even attractive.” You grumble under your breath, not noticing Zelina a few feet away.  

“Some would disagree with you.”  

You jump, eyes wide when you see the woman swagger towards you.  

You swallow hard, glancing away, your face a deep shade of crimson.  

“Aren’t you usually out there with him?” You ask curiously and she glares at the nearby TV.  

“That puta (bitch) sent me backstage.” She motions to the ref and you smirk, nodding.  

“What’s the smirk for?” She asks and you shrug.  

“I just don’t know if Garza can win without you.” You shrug as you wrap your wrists and Zelina hums, a brow arched.  

“He can hold his own.” She says, watching when your nostrils flair, and you grumble angrily under your breath.  

The bell rings and you both turn back to the TV realizing that Angel Garza had indeed won the match.  

Zelina turns to you, brows arched and you shrug.  

“I'm surprised he didn’t need you to win his match.” You mumble and Zelina steps towards where you’re sitting on a wheeled crate.  

You inhale sharply when she suddenly slips a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you towards her, her hot breath dancing across the flesh of your ear.  

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.” She teases, pulling back and you swallow hard, cheeks red as she walks away, an extra sway in her hips. 

You let out a groan and fall back on the crate, unaware that Zelina’s brown orbs are on you, her lips splitting in a grin.  

                                                           ***

“Hello sweetheart...” Garza approaches you backstage and your eyes widen before you snort and walk off, the man watching you go with wide eyes, meanwhile, Zelina who was standing beside him watches you go with a smirk.  

“Did she just blow me off?” He asks and Zelina laughs, patting his chest.  

“Yes, she did.”  

He scoffs.  

“No one blows me off, I’m Angel Garza.” He points at himself and Zelina shrugs. 

“She just did.”  

                                                           ***

Angel Garza makes it his personal mission to hit on you constantly, and you of course, blow him off every single time, WWE even wanting to make a storyline out of the idea, which you immediately decline.  

You were an up and coming start, getting upsets over the likes of Charlotte Flair and Lacey Evans, so you were surprised when Vince even considered your opinion on the storyline, thankfully though, he did, and Angel Garza was in your rearview mirror, at least you thought so.  

Again, Angel Garza parades through the backstage area, flirting with every woman in sight and sending a wink your way before he makes his way towards you.  

Before he can open his mouth, Zelina steps in front of him.  

“Ella no está interesada (She is not interested).” She nods over her shoulder and Garza hums.  

“Por ahora (For now).” He smirks, walking towards you and you growl.  

“Vete a la mierda (Fuck off).” You say, stopping Garza in his tracks, the man’s eyes wide, whereas Zelina slaps a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing. She pats the man on his back with a smirk.  

“I think you got your answer there.”  

                                                           ***

“Did you learn that just to tell him off?” Zelina asks later that night and you smirk, looking over your shoulder at her.  

“Maybe.” You shrug and Zelina sighs.  

“I tried to stop him you know?” Zelina says softly and you turn around, seeing a familiar twinkle in Zelina’s eye.  

“I told that idiota (idiot) to leave you alone, but he wouldn’t listen.” She snarls and you smirk, brows arched as you step towards the woman.  

Zelina’s brown orbs widen when they see you’ve made your way closer, a cocky smirk on your face.  

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”  

Zelina watches with wide eyes as you swagger away, the woman chuckling, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.  

“Tal vez (Maybe)...”

                                                           ***

“You’re a great fighter, Y/N. And I’m glad to see you’re settling in well.” Sonya’s hand resting on your forearm as you both grin.  

“Thanks, that means a lot to me considering I’ve been a fan of yours since your MMA days.” You grin and Sonya’s smile widens.  

“And that means a lot coming from you.”  

Out of the corner of your eye you spot Zelina, the woman glaring angrily your way.  

“I’ll talk to you later.” You nod to Sonya and she grins.  

“See you later Y/N.”  

You make your way towards the woman whose dark brown orbs are still narrowed as she mumbles under her breath, something you’ve noticed she does when she is angry.

You open your mouth to speak, eyes doubling in size when Zelina turns around, marching off.  

“Hey!” You shout, chasing after her.  

“Go away.” She growls when you catch up, but of course, you don’t relent.  

“No, what’s wrong?” You ask and Zelina rolls her eyes, finally stopping.  

“Nothing’s wrong, why are you bothering me anyway? Don’t you have Sonya to spend time with?” She snarls and your brows furrow before a smirk spreads across your face.  

“Are you jealous?” You ask, biting your bottom lip to stave off a grin.  

“I have no reason to be jealous of that puta (bitch).” She glares down the hall and you smirk.  

“You are jealous...” You tease, Zelina smacking you in the chest before growling.

“No soy (No I am not).”  

The woman stomps away, her heels clicking loudly on the floor and you smirk.  

“She’s totally jealous.”  

                                                           ***

Much to your dismay, Zelina avoids you the rest of the night, when the two of you are even in the same vicinity, she almost immediately vanishes.  

“You look lost.” A familiar voice makes you jump and you turn, sending Sonya Deville a smile.  

“A little.”  

“Looking for someone?” She asks and you shrug.  

“I was, but she’s avoiding me.” You frown and Sonya nods, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.  

“Well, she’s crazy for avoiding you.” She winks and your eyes widen, cheeks flushing. She takes a step closer and you swallow hard.  

Just as she’s opening her mouth to speak someone grabs your wrist before violently dragging you away.  

“What are you doing?” You ask Zelina who snarls in Spanish, speaking quickly as she leads you further backstage away from everyone.  

She practically throws you into a backstage room and you scoff, marching towards her.  

“What gives!?” You shout, the woman slamming the door shut behind her and locking it.  

You let out a surprised moan when she shoves you back into a nearby wall, her lips slamming against yours.  

Your eyes widen as the woman pulls back, her brown orbs wide.  

“You’re mine.” She snarls, leaning back in, her lips slamming against yours, hard.  

The woman lets out a surprised gasp when you lift her into the air, and pin her against the wall, your lips never disconnecting.  

You trap the fiery woman’s bottom lip between yours, sucking and nipping on the pink flesh.  

“Ahhh, si...” She whispers as you flick your tongue against her bottom lip, the woman groaning when your hands slip beneath her dress, giving her ass a hard squeeze.  

You run your tongue along her bottom lip, the woman’s lips immediately parting to allow your tongue to invade.  

The woman sighs when your tongue flicks against hers, massaging and teasing the pink organ as the woman in your arms shudders.  

The kiss is wild, sloppy, your tongues licking wildly at one another.  

The two of you eventually part, though you don’t go far, ducking your head to suck and nibble on the flesh of Zelina’s neck.  

“Mierda (Shit)...” Zelina sighs when you suck at her pulse point. She tilts her head back as her fingers tangle in your hair, the woman incredibly vocal.  

“Shhhhh.” You gently nibble on her ear. “You’re going to get us caught.” You whisper and Zelina growls.  

“You’re lips are just... Tan suave (so soft)...” She sighs when your lips trail along her jawline.  

Your darkened Y/E/C orbs flick up, locking with her nearly black orbs when you ducking your head, nibbling at the top of her dress.

“I don’t think you need this anymore...” You whisper, giving her ass another squeeze.  

“Mierda (Shit)...” She sighs, holding her arms up and you gladly pull the dress over her head, licking your lips when you see the woman’s chest is covered by a red lace bra, wearing equally red lace panties.  

“Beautiful.” You whisper, ducking your head to bite at the soft flesh.  

Zelina tilts her head back, moaning with a massive grin as you unhook her bra and immediately latch onto one of her nipples giving it a suck.  

“Oh...” She sighs and you grin, biting the pert bud.  

You suck the flesh of her chest into your mouth, assaulting the erect bud with your tongue before you pull back and turn your attention to her other breast.  

“Masssssssssssssss (More)....” She sighs and you smirk, releasing her breast with a loud pop before moving back to her lips.  

The second your eyes lock, Zelina rolls her hips, the apex of her thighs dragging against your middle.  

You lick your lips, dragging your tongue up her neck as she rolls her hips, brows furrowed.  

“You like that bebe (baby)?” You ask, nipping at her earlobe and she nods.  

You smirk cockily, slipping a hand between your bodies when Zelina’s eyes are closed.  

“And this?” You ask, your fingers brushing the wet patch of the woman’s lace panties.  

Zelina gasps, burying her face in your shoulder.  

“Si por favor (Yes, please)...!” She whines, moaning loudly when you rub tight circles over the wet patch.  

You both jump at the sound of nearby voices, the two of you freezing.  

You turn back to Zelina with a cocky smirk, the woman’s eyes doubling in size when you rub slow circles over clit.  

“Shhhhhh...” You coo, kissing her forehead, the woman gasping against your neck as she rocks her hips.  

“Follame (Fuck me)...” She moans and you smile, the slow circles you were drawing now tight and fast. Her mouth hangs open as she shudders.  

“Mas dura (Harder)...” She begs and you press harder into her, circles tight and fast.  

The voices grow louder and you smirk.  

“Better be quiet, don’t want anyone to see you in such a compromising position...” You tease, leaning towards her ear.  

Just as the words leave your mouth your fingers lower, teasing the woman’s entrance.  

“Oh, god...” Zelina sighs when two fingers slip inside her tight channel. Her body shakes as she bites you shoulder in an attempt to be quiet.  

Zelina picks her hips up before lowering herself back down onto your fingers, slamming her lips against your so she can let out a guttural moan into your mouth.  

“Quiet...” You command, slipping your fingers out of her before slipping them back in, building a rhythm with the woman in your arms.  

“Oh my god, please go away...” She whispers a plea and you smirk, slowing.  

“Do you want to stop for now?” You ask and Zelina shakes her head, rocking hard into your fingers.  

“No, I’m so close.” She whispers and you smirk.  

Thankfully, the voices tapper off along with the sound of footsteps, the second she thinks they’re far enough Zelina cries out, loudly.  

“Mas, Mas, Mas (More, More, More)...” She chants as her hips wildly bounce, the woman chasing her release.  

You duck your head, kissing and nipping at the flesh of her chest but suddenly, she cups your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss.  

“I’m gonna cum.” She whispers against your lips and you grin, curling your fingers inside her.  

“Puta mierda (Fucking Shit)!” She cries out, hips bouncing wildly as she cums, tightening around your fingers.  

The woman eventually comes down from her high with the help of your fingers, the woman panting as she nuzzles into your shoulder.  

You reluctantly slip your fingers out of her, the woman gasping as she watches you lick your fingers clean.  

“Fuck...” She whispers, turning to kiss your neck and you shudder, leaning your head against the wall behind her.  

You turn, kissing her neck over and over again.  

“Want to take this back to the hotel?” You ask and Zelina smirks, pulling back so her black orbs can lock with your darkened Y/E/C orbs.  

“You read my mind.”  

                                                           ***

Zelina shoves you back onto the bed, climbing up on top of you, her fingers popping the buttons of your shirt.  

You roll the two of you over, the smaller woman beneath you.  

“Who said it was your turn?” You smirk, gasping when Zelina pulls you down into a sloppy kiss, distracting you enough to roll you over and tear your shirt off.  

She shudders at the newly exposed flesh, her soft hands running up your flat stomach until they get to your breasts, kneading them over your bra.  

You tilt your head back, sighing at the feel of the woman’s lips sucking on your muscled abdomen.  

“You like that?” She whispers and you nod rapidly.  

The woman unbuttons your pants before sliding them down your legs, tossing them to some random place in the room.  

“And you said it was your turn?” She teases, jerking your underwear off and tossing them over your shoulder.  

“Sit up.” She commands and you immediately do so, the woman unhooking your bra so you’re entirely bare, the beautiful woman eyeing you hungrily.  

You grab the hem of her dress, the woman only happy to hold her arms up so you can shed her of the garment.  

Zelina unhooks her bra, about to lift her hips to remove her panties, but it seems as if you can’t wait instead tearing her panties clean off her body.  

“Ugh, si papi (Yes daddy)...” She shivers as she settles on top of you, her sex settling on yours, the feel making you shiver violently.  

“God you’re so wet.” You snarl, shuffling back against the headboard, your arms slipping around her, palms greedily squeezing her ass.  

Zelina moans, rolling her hips, the feel of her slick heat rubbing against yours making your eyes roll back into your head.  

“Yes...” She sighs, her hips rocking harder, the feel of her rubbing against you pure ecstasy.  

“God, yeah, harder...” You beg, the woman immediately obliging.  

“Feels so good.” You groan, Zelina moaning in return.  

Your face scrunches up, your mouth hanging open as you roll into the woman, breath quickening.  

“Are you gonna cum baby?” Zelina whispers and you groan, your fingers slipping between Zelina’s legs from behind.  

The woman lets out a groan, shuddering wildly.  

Small hands settle on your shoulders as Zelina’s hips rock harder, bringing to your highest peak.  

“I’m... Fuck... I’m...” Your voice shakes and Zelina grins.  

“Cum bebe,(baby) cum.” She bites your earlobe and you do, throwing your head back as your body shakes, the woman on top of you moaning at the feel of you cumming beneath her, the feel of your sex wettening against hers.  

You lean in, pressing a sloppy, heated kiss to the woman’s lips, your tongues wildly swirling and flicking against one another.  

Zelina lets out a squeal when you roll the two of you over, your body hovering over hers.  

“I’m not done with you.” You whisper, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips before sliding down her body, kissing her breasts, sure to stop to give each of them attention before sliding down between her legs.  

You lift her legs up over your shoulders, pressing tender kisses to the insides of her thighs.  

“Want me to stop?” You whisper, your tongue running along the inside of her thigh and Zelina shakes her head, rapidly.  

“No, no, no... Please...” She begs and you smirk.  

“Zelina Vega, begging me?” You ask and the woman rolls her eyes, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as you kiss her lower lips.  

Your tongue poking between your lips to swipe through her folds.  

Zelina gasps, her fingers tangling in your hair as she arches her back.  

“I’m going to enjoy this...” You playfully nibble at her lips, the woman’s hips canting.  

“Lámame por favor (Lick me please)...” She sighs, breathlessly, letting out a violent shake when your tongue runs through her folds again, this time stopping to tease her clit.  

“So, fucking good.” You purr, Zelina crying out when you dive back into between her legs, licking wildly, unable to get enough of the moaning woman.  

“Oh god!” She cries out, hops rocking as you devour her, giving her clit a hard suck.  

Zelina lets out a high pitched cry and you smirk, pulling the hood of her clit back with your tongue and lashing at it mercilessly, the woman gasping with each lash.  

“Fuck! Y/N!” She screams her body shaking as she cums, your eager tongue lapping up her juices.  

Zelina grunts and you pull back, knowing the panting woman has had enough.  

You crawl up her, wrapping your arms around her from behind and pulling her back against your naked body.  

Zelina laughs, turning around and kissing your lips tenderly.  

“That was...” Zelina pants, grinning and you laugh.  

“Good?” You ask and Zelina giggles.  

“Good? Way better than good, Jodidamente asombrosa (Fucking amazing)...” She purrs and you grin, kissing her lips softly.  

You pull back, smiling when the smaller woman ducks her head, nuzzling against your collarbone.  

You grin.  

“You were jealous, weren’t you?” You tease and the woman groans.  

“Shut up.”

[starwarsnonsense]

Best Films of 2019 (So Far)

It’s that time of year again! As most of my followers probably know, I’m an avid cinema-goer beyond Star Wars. I also quite enjoy making lists, so what’s better than a combo of the two? Below, I run down my top 10 films of 2019 so far - please note that this list is based on UK cinema release dates, so some of these films were 2018 releases elsewhere.

What are your favourites so far from this year? Let me know in replies/asks!

Honourable mentions: Toy Story 4, Long Shot, Aladdin, Alita: Battle Angel & The Kid Who Would Be King

1. The Favourite, dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

This completely wowed me - it features a trio of magnificently compelling female characters (played by Olivia Colman, Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone) operating at the court of Queen Anne (Colman is Anne, Weisz and Stone are courtiers), and is focused solely on the shifting sands of the power dynamics between them. The script is savage without sacrificing poignancy, witty without ceasing to be genuine. And while I’ve seen some react to this film as a comedy (and it certainly has laughs, most of which are closely tied to shock), for me it was very clearly a drama about the inscrutable and complicated relationships that exist between women. Specifically, it is about how those relationships run the gamut from sincere affinity to ruthless manipulation. This is an amazing movie, and it also has the best use of an Elton John song in 2019 (sorry, Rocketman!).

2. Midsommar, dir. Ari Aster

I went into this film with reservations, since I wasn’t a huge fan of Hereditary (by the same director), which I found to have extraordinary moments but iffy execution overall. This movie, however, wowed me, and I am still uncertain as to whether this or The Favourite is my top film of 2019 so far (fortunately, this gives me a good excuse to watch Midsommar three or four times in cinemas). While marketed as a freaky cult horror film, the director has described it as a fairy tale, which is the level on which is spoke to me. Midsommar follows Dani (an incredible Florence Pugh), a young woman who has suffered a terrible loss, as she travels with her boyfriend and his friends to a pagan festival in the Swedish countryside. Dani is painfully isolated, and her grief is hers to shoulder alone since her boyfriend is un-receptive and distinctly unprepared to help her. Over the course of the film, destruction and creation are conflated in ways that are frequently beautiful and horrific at the same time - this film spoke to me on a profound level, and the way it ended gave me a sense of incredible catharsis. This won’t be for everyone, for I found it to be a deeply special film and I can’t recommend it enough.

3. One Cut of the Dead, dir.  Shinichirou Ueda

While I went into The Favourite with high expectations given the talent involved, I went into this with no expectations whatsoever - and what a treat it was! One Cut of the Dead is easily one of the funniest movies I’ve seen in ears, taking what initially seems like a trite concept (a crew is filming a zombie movie at a desolate location ... only to discover that the zombies are real!) and twisting it in a truly ingenious way. The comedy is often of the broad variety, but it is consistently delightful and always manages to avoid becoming crass - the movie even has some really sweet family dynamics at the centre of it, which gives it some real emotional heft. The success of this film is heavily reliant on a major twist that occurs part-way through, so the best advice I can give you is to stay as far away from spoilers for this one as possible - go in blind, and you will be amply rewarded for your faith.

4. The Farewell, dir. Lulu Wang

I saw this following a wave of festival hype, so while I was excited I was also a bit apprehensive (since I have been burned by the aforementioned festival hype before). Thankfully, my doubts were blown away as this turned out to be just as wonderful as the early reviews had suggested. It’s a personal story about a young Asian-American woman (Awkwafina) struggling to reconcile her heritage with her current situation and values - specifically, she is tested when her grandmother is diagnosed with terminal cancer and the wider family make the decision to hide the truth from her. The Farewell does a fantastic job of generating empathy for all the different perspectives and positions in play, but it’s truly anchored by Awkwafina’s amazingly nuanced and tender performance - basically, anyone who’s ever loved a grandparent should leave this feeling incredibly moved and inspired. The themes of The Farewell are both specific to the Asian-American experience and general to anyone who has struggled with maintaining bonds over a vast distance, whether physical or cultural.           

5. Booksmart, dir. Olivia Wilde

God, how I wish I’d had this movie as a teenager! While Booksmart has a cliched premise - two high-achieving teens decide to have one wild night before graduation - it tells the story in an incredibly charming and impressively creative way (I won’t spoil it, but let me just say this - that scene with the Barbies!). As someone who was an awkward nerd with no discernible social life in high school (as you Americans call it), I found this portrayal of that peculiar limbo period very sensitive and thoughtful - it doesn’t mock or shame its heroines for being studious, and it allows them to have limits and step back from situations that make them uncomfortable. It also serves as a beautifully honest portrait of a friendship, depicting the qualities that bring people together in friendship together in the first place, as well as the forces that can break people apart. This is a very accomplished debut from Wilde, and it makes me very excited to see where she goes next as a director.

6. A Private War, dir. Matthew Heineman

This was a very suspenseful and tightly focused film about an extraordinary woman, and the film soars on the strength of Rosamund Pike’s incredible performance as Marie Colvin. She provides piercing insights into the psyche of a person so driven to pursue truth and enact change that she loses all concern for her own wellbeing - it’s simultaneously a portrait of heroism and obsession, and it’s impressive for how it handles the ambiguity inherent in Colvin’s choices. She’s exceptionally brave, but the film is unflinching in depicting the costs of her bravery. It left me feeling inspired to learn more about Colvin’s life and work, and I still need to watch the documentary Under the Wire to get more insight into the real story behind the film.

7. Fighting With My Family, dir. Stephen Merchant

This is the year of Florence Pugh - she killed it in Midsommar, and she is just as fantastic here. If anything, Fighting With My Family and Midsommar make great complements as they serve as fantastic showcases for Pugh’s range as an actor. While her character in Midsommar is fragile and vulnerable, Fighting With My Family is a platform for her strength and comedic skill. As Paige, Pugh is instantly likable and compelling - I don’t give a damn about any form of wrestling, but this film (and Pugh specifically) did a fantastic job of drawing me in and making me root for Paige’s struggle to prove herself as a legitimate force in wrestling. This is a real underdog story, and Pugh did a wonderful job as the Cinderella of the WWE.

8. Apollo 11, dir. Todd Douglas Miller

My dad has always been crazy about the space program, but I hadn’t picked up the bug myself. That changed after I watched this extraordinary documentary, which brought the Apollo 11 mission to vivid life. The footage that’s used for this documentary is extraordinarily crisp, and some moments are vividly powerful - the crew getting into their spacesuits, the swirl of fire surrounding the moment of takeoff, and the journey of the spacecraft towards the moon. It left me feeling moved and touched by human potential, especially when you remember that this all happened 50 years ago when the available technologies were so fragile and primitive. I also loved how the footage was allowed to speak for itself, with no voiceover or exposition - it’s a must-see for anyone who’s ever looked up at the stars and wondered about reaching them.

9. High Life, dir. Claire Denis

This movie is second to only Midsommar in terms of how weird it is. I saw this in a Hungarian cinema while on holiday, which made for a disorientating experience in itself. While the meaning of the film is quite elusive and I’m sure that many people will find viewing it a uniquely frustrating experience, I appreciated how it created a hothouse environment that brought out some of the ugliest aspects of humanity. Robert Pattinson was great as what comes closest to amounting to our protagonist, though he is as inscrutable and inaccessible as the film itself. I can’t quite pin down why I liked this one so much, but I know I did and it made me want to seek out more of Claire Denis’ work. 

10. Free Solo, dir. Jimmy Chin & Elizabeth Chai Vasarhelyi

It’s tragic that most people will only watch this documentary on a TV screen (or, so much worse, a laptop!). I was fortunate enough to see it in its full IMAX glory, and it’s rare to see any film - let alone a documentary - take such full advantage of the format. The woozy spectacle of this film is the real star, though the subject - mountain climber Alex Honnold - is also fascinating with his unnerving detachment from the magnitude of what he is setting out on. It is clearly a necessary detachment for him to be able to achieve what he achieves, but I appreciated how the filmmakers questioned it and explored its impact on his girlfriend. This is a compelling documentary, and is worth watching even if you’re not usually a fan of the genre.

[guard-the-yard]

Now And Forever Part 3

It’s been 3 weeks now since you started staying with Roman and you have never been happier with him, but how long will that happiness last? What happens when something changes?

Warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, no abuse or bad vibes in this chapter let’s have a break from that!!!

Hello guys!! Again a big thank you for reading this it means a lot!! I’d just like to say if you guys have any WWE requests let me know and I will do my best to write something amazing for them!!

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Romans POV

I can’t believe my luck, I finally have her here in my arms. I can finally kiss her, feel her, hug her whenever I want and no one can stop me she is my girl now and I am not letting anyone hurt her again.

I rolled over to pull her closer and have some morning cuddles before smackdown as that had become a new tradition that we had but she wasn’t there, i shot up out of bed call it a primal instinct.

“Y/N?! Baby girl where are you?!” I looked around the house but I couldn’t see her. I could feel the panic starting to set in, what happened if Alex had found her? Oh god I swore that I would protect her.

Y/N POV

It must have been about 7:30 am and I wanted to make Roman some food before he had to go to Smackdown, I got out of bed when I got that sickly feeling again, I just about made it to the bathroom before I emptied what little I had in my stomach. I was feeling like this for the past week I had a feeling what it was so while he was training yesterday I went to the pharmacy to grab some tests.

I was sitting on the side of the bath staring at the test in my hands I could feel myself shaking and honestly I didn’t know what I wanted this test to say there were so many thoughts going around in my head I could feel myself getting worked up until I heard Roman panicking. I quickly hid the test in the cupboard knowing he doesn’t use it and that’s more for my feminine products, he was sweet In that way. I tried to calm myself down and I walked out the bathroom and looked at him.

“Hey, relax the neighbours would think I’ve been kidnapped” I have him a peck on the cheek. “Now get back in bed you have a long night ahead of you and I don’t want you to complain at me later that you’re tired” we both chuckled, I hugged him and I could feel his muscles intending. “He isn’t coming back...if he was then we would have heard from him...even if he tried something I have the big dog on my side he wouldn’t stand a chance”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you now that I finally have you after so long” he nuzzled his head into my neck, I ran my fingers through his hair as I knew it was the one way that I could calm him down but he would never let Seth or Dean know that. As much as I wanted to try keep that test out of my mind for now I couldn’t help but keep it in my mind. “If I am whose baby would it be?” “What am I going to do?” “Oh god what am I gonna do if it’s Alex’s?” “What if it’s Romans?” “How would he react?”

“I know he isn’t coming around but that doesn’t make me less scared when I wake up and you’re not there”

“Hey...I’m here aren’t I? I’m staying where I am too...I’m not going anywhere I’m yours and no one will change that”

“Y-you’re mine?” He looked straight into my eyes I could see that beautiful smile that I found myself falling for deeper then I ever thought I could. I nodded and held him tighter.

“You know after your match when you went to your dressing room I called Alex but he never answered his phone so I left him a voicemail, I told him that I was done with him and that I wanted nothing to do with him and if he came to find me or conact us that I would call the police, so...I’m all yours Ro...if you’ll have me” I’ve never seen his face light up so much I never wanted to see that smile disappear. He cupped my face and kissed me with so much passion I felt my legs turn to jelly under me. God I loved this man and now I could finally have true happiness with someone who actually wants me.

Ro had just left for smackdown and as I wasn’t scheduled for a match I was going to join him later today he wanted me at ringside and that was something I couldn’t say no to, I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the test from the cupboard.

Pregnant 2-3 weeks

I shakily held the test in my hands afraid to move, Tears fell from my eyes i wanted to scream but no words would leave my throat, I could be happy about one thing that this child was Romans but now how do I tell him? What would he do? We’ve literally been together less then a day and yet I’m carrying his child...oh god...what would he say? I had an idea to tell him though...I was going to do it today on smackdown. Risky move I know but well I was okay with risky.

I pulled up outside the arena and got out of my car, I walked in and tried to find Roman so I could wish him luck before he got ready for his match so I went down to his lockeroom. As I walked in I felt this sudden rush of queasy ness I ran to the bathroom to throw up again, I already loved this child but it would not let me eat. I could hear roman behind me asking if I was okay, I stood up and cleaned myself up.

“Baby girl? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, probably just something I ate but I’m okay now, you all set?”

“Yep tonight I feel extra lucky, all because I have you in my corner” he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him he leaned closer to kiss me but we were interrupted. “Ayo Uce! Where you at man?” Seems like Jimmy and Jey wanted to wish him luck before his match tonight.

“Guys can you uh gimme a sec?”

“No way...you and Y/N?” Jimmy has this devilish smirk on his face, we knew he would never let it go.

“Uce got his girl! Nice one man” Jey turned to look at me. “You know he never shut up about you”

“Alright you two need to go I gotta get ready for my match” he practically shoved them out of the room. “And y’all need to get ready for yours now go!” He shut the door and walked back over to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist he pulled me right up against him and told me how much he loved me.

The time had come for Romans’ match and he was fighting Baron Corbin, this fued was getting out of hand, I of course had spoken to Vince about the pregnancy he was over the moon about it and he knew I was too stubborn to stay at home and watch everything so he has ideas now of how to involve me in the storyline without me getting in the ring.

Roman would never tell me how the fight would happen or who would win because he wanted me to feel how the audience felt although he would always tell me if it would get to brutal. Of course I understood there’s been many of times he has watched me backstage and rushed to my side to check if I was injured because it looked like something had gone wrong, thankfully it hadn’t but it didn’t scare him less. The only thing he had told me was after baron had delivered the end of days I had to get into the ring but that nothing would happen to me. I trusted roman with my life and that trust continued tonight, as instructed I waited until the end of days was delivered and I got into the ring standing in front of Roman to protect him.

“What?? It seems like Y/N has gotten into the ring to what protect the big dog?” Cole said. Baron squared up to me and grabbed my face “out of my way butch” he threw me to the side, I thought nothing was supposed to happen to me! Intsinctivly I protected my stomach and the unborn baby growing inside me. Just then the crowd erupted into roars as roman got to his feet and gave him superman punch but then continued to beat him down he had this look of fury in his eyes, that wasn’t acting, baron was never meant to lay his hand on me...no one touched the big dogs girl that was the lesson he was trying to teach Corbin. A few minutes later the bell rung and Roman was victorious. I got back into the ring and kissed him making the crowd go absolutely crazy yet again, he grabbed a mic and looked out to the universe. “Tonight was me proving a point” he looked to Corbin “this is my yard now and if you ever touch my girl again I’ll break every bone in your body” at this point he had his back to me so I unzipped the jacket I had on to reveal my t-shirt underneath luckily I had a friend who was into t-shirt designs. He turned around and looked at me and then the shirt, a confused look fell across his face as he read it a few times. “The big dog is having a pup” he spoke into the mic, clearly the wwe universe clicked quicker as the venue was filled with cheers and screams. Something in his mind clicked and I could see tears brimming in his eyes “a-are you pregnant?” I simply nodded I couldn’t speak I was so scared for what he would do next but my fears went away the second he dropped to his knees and placed a kiss to my stomach. What was I so worried about? I loved Roman and he loved me and he will love this baby so much. “I love you two more then words can describe” he looked up at me with such love and devotion in his eyes and the biggest smile on his face.

[dustinjohnson1981]

my first post

This is my first and maybe only post. I don’t know what to do anymore, I’ve been homeless for 3 months and it doesn’t seem like anyone cares. I’ve tried reaching out for help with shelters, churches, and even government programs and haven’t been able to get any assistance. Shelters won’t help cause I have an 11 year old pit bull dog that I’ve had since she was a few months old. She’s the sweetest dog you will ever meet, but because she’s a pit bull, there’s that stigma that she’s aggressive, which she isn’t. I’m no saint, and I’m not here to try and lead anyone on to thinking that I am, but I am a good person. I’m just an ordinary person, trying to get through this hell we call life. I have a couple people I call friends, but in reality, we’re more acquaintances that have just known each other for like the past 16 years. Maybe I’m just too different from the rest of humanity, but I would do just about anything to help a friend out if they were in my position, but my “friends” don’t want anything to do with me. I feel like I’m a burden and think I would be better off dead. I definitely don’t have any reason, any purpose for living, I’m just a waste of human existence. I’m not really into religion, at least definitely not the go to church every week type, and lately, about all my faith in God is me cursing at him for making me homeless, if God is even real. So of course religious people jump at me for those comments saying it’s the Devil, not God. I’m like, ok, if it’s the Devil, and he was one of God’s angels, why does he allow the Devil to exist still? God is suppose to be all powerful, all knowing, all loving, but he lets humanity suffer here on Earth. Religion will say I was created in the image of God, and that he already knows everything that is going to happen before it happens, so first, it’s like what in the hell was God smoking when he created me the way I am and then knew I was going to end up homeless and contemplating suicide. I never asked to be born, to be raised in an abusive family. I am thankful that at 39 now, I had the common sense to tell myself when I was 8 years old I will never have a wife of children of my own, so that way I won’t risk repeating the cycle of abuse. I feel like whether it is God, or just bad genes in science talk, I definitely got the short end of the straw. Being 5′5 sucks for height when women seem to want tall guys. And I definitely don’t have the skills for social interactions, probably why I’ve never had a girlfriend. I always end up in the friend zone. I compare my attributes to that of Danny DeVito in the movie, Twins, with Arnold Schwarzenegger. If you haven’t seen that movie, I recommend watching it, it’s a good movie. I wonder where I went wrong in life to end up homeless. I grew up being good with numbers, so always thought I was going to be an accountant, but was never good at anything else in school and really hated going. Tried my luck in college and that was a complete waste of time, can’t write 3-5 page essays for English, so was never able to finish my AA degree. I was always a fan of WWE wrestling growing up and that was like my dream to be a wrestler, but again, being short and untalented and uncharismatic, that was never going to happen. I can say I at least tried for it though, trained for almost 2 years before getting a minor tear in my shoulder.  I have no real skill set when it comes to work, I’ve spent my entire life working in warehouses through staffing agencies. Not being good is an understatement when it comes to job interviews. No matter how much I try and prepare for the questions, I always just freeze up like a deer in headlights. I hate working in warehouses to begin with, companies just treat employees like slaves, especially if you’re through an agency. They literally need no reason to end your assignment, so if they just look at you and decide they don’t like you, you aren’t going to last very long, that or they’re going to have you do the lowest type of work they have and force you to want to quit. They make you work 12 hour shifts days a week and only want to pay you minimum wage or slightly above that while as a company they make millions of dollars. And they do this to employees year round, regardless of weather conditions. So during summer, when it’s 102 degrees outside and your in a truck loading or unloading, it’s going to be like 110-115 degrees inside that truck and same in winter times, when it’s cold outside, it’s even worse inside, especially if you’re on a forklift, cause now you’re driving up and down lanes pulling pallets and you’re feeling the freezing wind as you drive. So I haven’t worked in about 2 weeks now and not sure when my next assignment will come, or if I’ll even take it. Obviously I need to so I can have money for food for my dog and myself, but it’s so depressing that I have nothing to show for my life. I’m in and out of motels these 3 months of being homeless, my checks barely cover the cost for a week at a motel. So my other bills don’t get paid, or if they do, their constantly being late. Having around $45,000 in bills/debts ain’t fun neither. I don’t even know why I made an account here and am writing this, I doubt anyone will read this and even less likely I will get any help. I’ve heard of Tumblr, but never really knew what it was. I only just found out after watching the Netflix documentary on Elisa Lam. When I have friends that won’t help, family that put me in this situation, why would complete strangers want to help me. I’ve tried GoFundMe and have had absolutely no luck there, I feel like you have to have a huge friend base on social media for that site to work. You post to your friends who share to others and so on and hopefully get people to help whatever the cause that person posted about, so for me, that just was a waste of time. Same with Twitter and TikTok, people respond how they feel bad for me but I can’t get anyone to want to help me with finding a job and a place to live. I can’t rent anyways, as I found out in December after applying to several places and being rejected, my grandmother put something called a judgment on my background so when apartments run a check and that pops up, they immediately decline my application. And renting a room isn’t an option neither as people don’t want my dog. I just feel hopeless and defeated in life and don’t see a reason to go on. I was just reading about the horrific car pile up accident in the Fort Worth, TX area the other day and feel bad for all those people, but at the same time, wish I was one of the six that died so that I could be gone from this world. Same if I could, I would gladly trade places with a child that’s dying from cancer or even if it was for one more day, trade with an someone’s parent, so that they could have that one extra day to tell that parent how much they love them before the parent passes. To be unloved in life, to feel completely invisible and unnoticeable to everyone around is one of the worse feelings I think you can have, and that’s how I feel everyday of my life. I don’t know why I keep hoping my life is going to get better, reality is it only ever gets worse by each passing day. And I don’t fear suicide or death in general, for me, it’s the pain I’ll endure in those final moments that scare the hell out of me. Like slitting my wrist or throat and bleeding out, or drowning. All the things that probable flash through your mind as your body reacts and obviously goes into fight or flight mode and tries to survive. Even jumping off a building or a bridge and watching yourself fall to your death, the panic you probable feel of how much pain you will feel when you hit the ground or get hit by a truck, or taking a gun and pulling the trigger, hoping that the bullet goes through exactly the way needed so that you hopefully don’t feel a thing as you fall to the floor dead. To me, it’s the process of dying that’s scary, not death itself. Death itself is mercy, I no longer will feel any pain, physical, emotional, psychological or any other way. Just nothingness, much how I feel my life is. 

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT : p.s I lo-; jon moxley

Notes:

so this originally came from @vonschweetz​ on my main’s asks... and it gave me yet another chance to play around with Jon and Jane, which is something I personally enjoy doing a lot. Perhaps I’ll get inspired to sit down and actually re-work their entire universe at some point, who knows.. until now, it’s here.

Summary:

Jon and Jane have been apart for years until finally... They’re not. Jane decides that she can’t take it anymore and she’s tempted to do something about it, but as per usual, Jon beats her to the punch...

Warnings:

uhh, alcohol tw - bc takes place in a bar.

Pairing:

Jon Moxley x OFC, Jane - from my vast universe for the two of them.

The paper fell out of his locker backstage, and before Mox could bend and pick it up and shove it back inside where it belonged, Sami was grabbing it off the floor and reading it, leaned against the door of the adjoining locker, using a cheesy narrator voice to really call attention to the good parts.

Mox snatched for it but Sami dove out of his way, snickering. “What’s your deal, man? It’s just an old note.”

“It ain’t just an old note. Give it back before I knock ya teeth down ya damn throat, Callihan.”

Sami eyed his friend and then the paper in his hand and a realization hit him. About a forgotten drunken conversation when they were both talking about regrets and things they’d do differently.

The letter in his hand was a break up letter, so it begged to question, why would Mox hold onto the damn thing?

Unless it belonged to Jane, the source of his friend Mox’s  one regret. “Jane wrote this, didn’t she? The night she packed up and left while ya were gone to a show in the next town..”

“Give me the fuckin note.”

Sami thrust it at him. It was either that or Mox bust his nose and frankly, Sami wasn’t into a trip to the ER that night.

“Still say ya oughta find her. You guys are gettin time off after this pay per view.. maybe ya head back to Ohio a few days, hmm? I can take ya, since I’m goin back after I watch your ass win this pay per view… Not like I got anything else goin on right now.” Sami offered his friend.

“And I said it’s in the past. I keep that to remind myself that this really is all I got, okay?”

“You got me.”

Mox snorted and Sami pretended to look hurt. For the time being, he dropped the subject.

It’s just too bad Mox’s mind didn’t. Instead, he found himself doing it again, just like he did a lot lately, and he found himself wondering what might have happened if he’d just… Tried a little harder, stopped fighting her so much and keeping her at arms length back then.

He thought she’d left because he was always gone. He was only just really realizing that it wasn’t him always being gone that had driven her away. It was him, keeping her at a distance, picking fights, doing stupid shit, making her doubt how he really felt. He was older now, so he could see the situation for what it was and he knew he was totally at fault.

Before, he kept the letter as a reminder that he’d literally given up everything for wrestling. Now, he kept the letter because it reminded him that he’d come a far cry from the guy he used to be. He was better, because of her.

And tonight, he kind of wished he’d be leaving the arena and going home to her. All the other guys had someone waiting. Mox was only going to have his empty Vegas apartment.

Maybe that dog who hung around the alley waiting for someone to throw food down.

And Sami’s simple question nagged at him again.

Why not reach out to her?

It was worth a shot, right?

He found himself opening and reading the letter again, furrowing his brow over the bottom of the page where the paper had gotten old and torn away at some point.

“Ps I Lo..”

( LE TIME SKIPPE)

The bar was playing his match tonight. The owner, Phil, he had a thing against WWE, but when he found out that hometown boy Jon Moxley switched over to AEW, he said he’d start showing their pay per views, so now, every few weeks, Jane found herself sitting at the same old bar her old man had when she was a kid on football weekends, nursing a Guinness and watching a sport that she only kinda loved because it made the man she loved happier than anything.

… sad part of it is, it made him happier than I did… the thought surfaced and Jane rolled her eyes at herself, ordering another beer and more hot wings. “Extra blue cheese this time, Phil. I see you skimping on it, I’m not stupid.”

As she dug into the plate of wings once they got bought out to her, she stared at the tv, watching Mox in his latest PPV match, yelling at the screen, prouder than anyone could possibly be of a man that while not hers, she still very much considered her man.

If she thought he’d have her back, she’d reach out. She was older now, she realized just how childish she’d been back then, how much she tried to force him to be and do things that he wasn’t and couldn’t at the time.

… if I had a chance to do it over… i’d just be happy he was mine… if he walked through the door right now, I’d go to him so fast…

What happened next shocked her.

The owner came out, walking towards the door.

Jane was torn between watching the Pay per view and watching where Phil went for some reason. When she saw who Phil was talking to, and saw both of them looking her way, she quickly turned her attention back to the television, busying herself with the last of her hot wings and the remainder of her beer, waving over a server for another.

She already had the beginnings of a decent pyramid in front of her.

The chair across from her own screeched as it was pulled out. Her heart was hammering in her ears. When she looked up, her eyes got lost in the endless baby blue of his and she swallowed hard.

“You’re on…”

“They film ‘em a day or two before they show ‘em, doll.” Mox explained calmly. Well, as calmly as one could be, given what he was doing on a whim.

Everything changed, and yet.. She was still as devastatingly beautiful as she’d been the day he spotted her dancing in the dance studio down the hall from the room he’d been sparring with Sami and some others in.

“Mox..”

Jane was still shocked. She pinched herself, swearing when it hurt. And then her thought from ten minutes before came rushing back and she didn’t think, she reacted.

Leaning in, she grabbed hold of the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him across the table and over the remaining plate of wings. Her lips crashed against his greedily and all she could do was this bizarre mixture of crying and apologizing and telling him over and over that she still loved him and she regretted leaving every single second since the night she’d done it.

The kiss broke and Mox smiled. It felt foreign, wearing a smile. He hadn’t really smiled in a long time. “Had a little time between shows and I happened to come back.. I had to see ya.”

“You did, hmm?”

“I… wanted to tell ya I was fuckin dumb. I shoulda come to ya the night ya left and went back to ya dad’s place. I shoulda fought harder. We… we coulda made it work. I coulda tried… something.”

“It’s my fault too.. I was putting too much pressure on.”

“No, all ya wanted was to know ya were loved. I guess that’s why I came… Wanted to tell ya I never stopped.”

“I never stopped loving you either.”

“You wanna get outta here, maybe take a walk?”

“I’d love that, actually. Your match is the only reason I came down to watch tonight. Fuckin cable is out at my place. Guess my post dated check of Fuck You didn’t go through.”

Mox snickered and stood, holding out his hand, pulling her off her seat and against him as they walked out of the door.

[kmspice]

March Eridan one shot

possible pesterquest spoiler 

AN:   this is a coming out story. I am trans so i'm not taking from others experiences or anything. Some of this is from my own times i’ve came out.

be eridan ampora ===>

you are now eridan ampora 

You pace around your room thinking how you got to this point. you built enough confidence to even begin to want to do what you're about to do. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You close your door and make your way to the living room where cronus is.

You take one last moment to reassure yourself, "cro.. wwe need to talk"

He looks up and pauses the movie he was watching,"okay vwhats on your mind"

 You try and collect your thoughts. Here goes nofin. This is really happenin you think to yourself. no going back now. You take one big shaky breath and spit out, "im trans…. wwell im nonbinary. It's not really a toll concept I knoww, but the humans told me about it. When I heard about it, it just fit. But it means I'm not a man… but I’m not a wwoman either".

You can feel the pounding in your chest and your breathing almost make you hyperventilate. cronus is silent and it feels like days until he says anythin. Your mind is going so fast. So many thoughts at once. how is he goin to react? Will he make the lusis kick me out? Oh cod what if he does? I feel like im goin to pass out. please cro say somefin anyfin!! fish puns? damn im becoming fef.you are on the verge of tears. pools of purple form at the bottom of your eyes. You fight them to try to seem brave.  You feel so choked up and worried what's going to happen. “please cronus don't do this to me”you scream inside your head.

But then it happens. He gets up off the couch head low walking towards you at a pace that feels like he's going to come over there and strangle you.

Cronus  places a hand on your shoulder. He looks at you and gets you  to look up at him. He speaks slowly at first still trying to find the right words. "Eridan, there is nothing in this vworld that you could say that vwould make me hate you. I might not fully understand it but that dont mean I shouldn't support you. You're my descendant, you're an ampora. People are gonna respect you and care about you no matta vwhat". He has such a stern tone but you're relieved he wasn't angry.

He steps closer and gives you a hug. At this point you're didn't notice but your body has completely given up on trying to look brave. Tears slowly start to roll down your face. Before you know it you're sobbing. Cronus begins lightly stroking your long black hair and shooshing you.

He whispers to you, "its alright Eridan, it's okay". He repeats this a few times as you sit in his arms, shaking from crying so much. You're so relieved. You were so fearful he would scream at you. Your lusis didn’t accept you, maybe this will change his mind. 

Cronus steps back from holding you and you wipe away your tears. His face looks puzzled but he tells you, “ hey I uh, havwe a fevw questions”.

You shoot him a concerned glance. “Wwell, ask awway. I don’t wwant you to havve any confusion”. 

“Okay…” he starts out being careful trying to choose his words wisely hoping he doesn’t upset his descendant. “ Anything you wvant me to knovw or call you? I-I just wvanna help ya out here chief”. He slightly laughs off his awkwardness.

A bit of purple covers your face. You REELY didn’t expect it to go this well and now you’re embarrassed. You mumble at first trying to get over your nerves, “ um well I dont know if I have a chosen name or something I like… howwevver I uh I do wwant to start using they them pronouns". You kinda trail off at the end. Getting words out seems impossible. How in the fuck you are saying anyingthing,is beyond you. 

"Oh, okay. If thats wvhat you wvant. Like I said wvhat evwer makes you feel more like yourself" he said with a bright smile. He was truly proud of his descendant. 

You look down and smile to yourself. Cronus is proud of you. "thank you" you say meekly. 

"No problem Eridan. I’m glad you told me. You shouldn't havwe  suffered in silence". 

[waywardscorpio]

Touch Her I'll Kill You!!: Intro and Warnings

Baron Corbin X Reader.

Baron Corbin's world gets flipped upside down when Y/N, walks into the picture. Baron didn't have a weakness, nothing to lose, no one who fought back and wasn't scared to put him in his place. But that soon all changed when a new female Diva gets transferred to the main roaster and becomes his mixed tag team partner. Y/N Y/L/N has been told about Baron from her fellow friends she made since she has joined the Wwe Raw roaster. But she can't help but be intrigued by the man that she has been placed with for a mixed tag team partner.

Tag list: @scuzmunkie @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-obscura @braunstrowmangirl @callmekda​ @fanfiction-san​

WARNINGS:

Preferably 18+. Read at your own risk.

There will be SMUT. I will be putting * for SMUT, a + for FLUFF and +* for FLUFF and SMUT.

Mating

Knotting

Multiple Mates

Pregnancy

Cussing

Fighting

Fluff

Smutt

Sad parts

Arguing

Jealousy

If there are any additional warnings I will add them to the description.

{A/N: This has been edited a bit and added to}

*Third Person P.O.V.*

Baron was getting ready for his match tonight when he got the sweet and strong smell of vanilla and cinnamon apples, that's outside his locker room door. He stood when he heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" He called out. "Triple H and Stephanie McMahon. May we come in to your Baron?" Triple H asks. "Yes, come in." He called out. The door opens. "We need to talk to you, Baron." Stephanie said as she, Triple H and a new girl walked in. "Sure what's up, Ma'am?" He replied looking at her. "Please, call me Stephanie, Baron. " She said to him. "Okay. So, who is the new girl?" He asks. Baron looked Y/N, up and down all while trying to keep his composure to not pin the small female to the wall. "Baron this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Baron Corbin." Triple H said. "She is gonna be your new tag team partner. Also in a few months you and her will be thrown into a storyline together." Stephanie adds which in turn made Baron, lock up straight and his jaw locks firmly. "May I ask why?" He asks them. He didn't want to have a tag team partner, nor did he want to be thrown in a story line. Why? Because he didn't want to be or get attached to someone and then someone used that as leverage against him to break him and weaken him. Though he knew and/or had that feeling in his gut and chest that he wouldn't be able to leave the small female alone and soon that will be true. And he was the Lone Wolf, for a reason. "Because you need a romance storyline. Look Baron we know you don't do all that romance stuff. But we're trying to help your image. The first few weeks will be to see how fans react to you and her. If the response is good then it will continue. But if not it will get cut. Okay?. Y/N will valet you to your matches as well." Triple H says to him.

Y/N stayed quiet cause she felt as if the tall, broad, and muscular man hated her. But when in fact it was far from the truth. She was resisting the urge to drop to her knees in front of him and submit to him and she didn't know why. She could feel a little bit of heat pool in her thong. But it wasn't enough to be any concern or noticeable to anyone but her. Or so she thought 'cause she saw Baron Corbin inhale sharply and his nostrils flare a bit. Triple H and Stephanie, took it as he was gonna go with it either way he didn't have much of a choice.

Y/N's eyes caught a glimpse of Baron's left wrist seeing a Phoenix birthmark and the words 'Will You Cuddle With Me? I'm Cold' underneath the Phoenix. She mentally smacked herself not realizing it sooner. She had a feeling that she knew why the almost 7 foot tall man had such a large effect on her. Stephanie noticed it off the bat because she is an omega herself and knows the signs. "Y/N and I are gonna have a chat. You two talk this out. We'll be back" Stephanie said. Y/N was confused and walked out the locker room with Stephanie, who pulled her quickly to her office locking the door. "Y/N are you okay?" She is clearly concerned about the younger female. Y/N shook her head raising her sleeve up on her right arm revealing a wolf with the saying 'Touch Her I'll Kill You'. "I have a feeling I know what this is gonna mean" She stated matter of fact she already knew. Y/N whimpered a little because now she feels the alpha hates her and wouldn't want anything to do with her. "Hey doll. Shhh it's okay. I've been in your shoes and in a similar situation as you." She said trying to comfort Y/N. They talked for a few more minutes after Stephanie gave her a suppressant pill to stop Y/N from going into an early heat. "I think he hates me. Did I do something or say something wrong?" She asks finally after talking about things. "No, he doesn't hate you. He's just not one for talking or showing feelings towards others and that's why we came up for the nickname 'The Lone Wolf' for him. Baron doesn't get close to people because he doesn't want to give anyone leverage to use against him." She said. Y/N frowns a little "oh. Is it a good idea to put me and him as tag team partners then?." She asks Stephanie. "No and yes. No, because he will most likely start showing feelings for you in front of the whole roaster and in this business, everyone is going to try to find their opponents weakness, an yes it's a good thing because that means he will have someone to love forever and someone to lose but, not in a bad way. Just be careful. If another alpha gets too close to you and Baron's wolf will take over and he'll snap if anyone gets way too close to you in a way that they shouldn't be. Baron is a very territorial alpha male, and if someone threatens you or something of his it will be world war 3 and all hell will break loose. I'm saying all this because I already know he is gonna try and fight his feelings but it will not work. Because he knows in his mind you're his mate and you two have a soul bond. But until both of you say the words on your arms that means you're an unclaimed Omega. At least until you and him say the sayings. Believe me when I say, Triple H was the same way when he and I first met." She said. Y/N nods her head as she listens and thinks about everything Steph, just said to her. 

An idea pops in Stephanie's head and she smiles widely. "Come on I have a better idea. He may not like it or he may beat someone to death. It may help us see if he really hates you or just doesn't want you to get hurt because of him." Stephanie wanted Y/N and Baron to get together because she knew already that they were meant to be and Y/N, would be the only one to keep him calm and not try to kill anyone. Stephanie, twisted the storyline a little with the creative team and Y/N. She wasn't sure why but she wanted to find out if Baron really did hate her. Y/N may be shy but when it comes to work she's all in for anything.

Stephanie walks to Baron's dressing room and tells Triple H. Triple H then tells Baron who now is livid. Triple H, knew his wife all too well and why she did this. "Baron you need to calm down." Triple H says. "Calm down? Hell no. Y/N isn't going to valet anyone but me to the ring." His eyes went black. "It is part of the storyline, Baron'' Steph said. "Who is she gonna be a Valet for?" He asks angry and pissed. Steph looks at him "Chad Gable'' she replies. Y/N was in her locker room and could feel Baron's anger radiating off him. Baron was now completely pissed and ready to tear the males throat out. "I want a match with him tonight. No holds bar, no disqualification, no count outside, and a street fight" he seethed. Triple H, nods his head agreeing. "He has a point Steph." He said. "Alrighty then. I'll go announce the match." He said. Y/N got ready in her outfit. Which consists of a mini strapless dress, heels, wolf ring, necklace and earrings, perfume, mascara and red lipstick.

Baron got ready for the match as Stephanie announced the match. Gable was ready. He knocks on Y/N's locker room. "Hey Chad. Is it time?" She asks as she opens the locker room door. "Yes. Wow you look very ravishing." He said complimenting her. He held his arm out for Y/N to take. She took it as they walked to the gorilla. Baron was around the corner near Y/N's locker room when he heard what Gable said to her. It enraged him. Steph and Triple H were ringside just in case Triple H had to break up the match.

Baron walks past the two of them and his music hits to go out to the ring. The fans and the raw and smackdown roster has never seen Baron, this irate and enraged. Baron was introduced first, and then Chad's music hit and him and Y/N, walked out arm-n-arm. "And his opponent Chad Gable being  accompanied by Y/N Y/L/N." Lillian announces. Y/N put a smile on her face but behind the smile she was worried Baron would hurt or kill Chad. She could feel Baron's anger and her omega whines at her not to go through with this plan. But she had to ignore her omegas pleas and whines. She and Chad made their way to the ring. Y/N tries to not lock eyes with Baron but it didn't work. Her eyes locked with his and she knew what he was gonna do and that was rip Chad Gable apart piece by piece. "I'm gonna break you piece by piece" Baron shouts at Chad. "Bring it on, Corbin. What mad because I have this pretty little omega and you don't have her to yourself?." Gable yells back at him as he steps in the ring with Baron. Y/N walks to sit by Steph and Triple H. Stephanie, could see Y/N was trying to ignore her omegas whines and pleads to not let their alpha to do this.

The match began with Gable hitting Baron first. "What is wrong Baron? Don't like me holding her arm or touching her?" Gable only antagonized Baron more and he lost all control he had left. Baron grabbed Chad and started punching him, throwing him around and he wasn't letting up. Chad fought back. The match was still going after 30 minutes. Gable was busted open and Baron too. Baron grabbed a metal chair and began beating Chad with it. Y/N, watched worried as Baron picked Chad up off the ground by his throat and body slammed him into the ground. He pins him down for the count of three and wins. Baron climbed out the ring on Y/N's side where she was sitting next to Steph and Triple H. He looked dead at her before walking over to her and picking up a mic. "Let this be a warning to every Wwe Smackdown and Raw wrestler. That will be you next if you so, much as look at Y/N, wrong. Touch Her I'll Kill You!!" He spoke as he pointed to Chad for an example of the pain and torment he will inflict on anyone that got near Y/N, and then pointed at Y/N as he spoke the rest of his sentence.

As soon as Y/N heard the last sentence her eyes went (Y/F/C) [Y/F/C= Your Fave Color]. He throws the mic down and walks over to Y/N, throws her over his shoulder and walks to the backstage setting her down. Y/N looks up at Baron, with her bright (Y/F/C) eyes as he looks down at her with his solid black eyes. This time she couldn't control her omega as she whines softly causing Baron's alpha to acknowledge that he's frightened her during the match. Baron softens without releasing it as he touches her cheek softly. "Shhh Omega. I'm not going to hurt you. I wouldn't ever hurt you." He spoke softly to only her. Y/N looks up at him "mate" is all she could muster leaning into his hand. Baron tenses a little already knowing he won't, can't, and will not want to leave her be. His alpha is screaming at him 'she is your mate. Protect mate. Ours. She is ours'. Baron took her hand and walkEd to his dressing room.

After the show Baron went to the hotel with Y/N and him sharing a room. He let Y/N shower first, then took one himself. The room only had a single bed so Baron offered to sleep on the small couch. "I'll sleep on the couch. You sleep on the bed." She shook her head "no, I can share. That couch isn't big enough for you to sleep on." She said. Baron looks at her "are you sure about sharing the bed, I don't mind?" He asks. "Yes, I am sure" She replied.

Baron put his hair up after about two hours of it drying. He carefully got into the bed, so he didn't wake Y/N up. He turned the lights out and got under the cover. Y/N woke and spoke softly "Will You Cuddle Me? I'm Cold" she asks softly. Baron froze as his left wrist immediately started to itch. He now knew one hundred percent that they were bonded by souls and mates. But he didn't even hesitate to pull her to his large shirtless chest. Baron relaxed when she curls up into his chest and her omega settles and yips softly. His alpha did the same back to her letting her know she will always be safe with him.

*time skip*

The next six months Baron has grown very close to Y/N and has fallen hopelessly in love and head over heels for the small lady and Y/N has fallen hopelessly in love with Baron and head over heels for him. Baron had a plan in the works on courting Y/N. "Hey Steph, may I come in?" He asks. "Yeah Baron come in." She said. She looks up from her phone sitting next to Triple H. "Can I talk to you two about something?" He asked as he rubs his sweaty, nervous hands on his jeans. "Yeah sure what's up?" She said. She saw that he was nervous about something. "I want to court, Y/N. Um..." he stumbles over his words trying to get it out. Triple H, stands up "okay. How would you like to court her?. Take a seat." He said, handin' him some water. Baron takes a sip of the water and takes a deep breath. "I'm not sure. I've never tried courting. I know I need a courting gift. Bu-but I'm not sure what to get her." Baron replied. "Okay. Courting is taking her on a date out or you can have dinner at home. Get her a gift of her favorite thing or with her favorite color." Stephanie said.

"She likes jewelry and stuffed bears." Baron said. "Okay that's a start. How about a teddy bear necklace in her favorite color." Stephanie said. "Yes. Thank you, Steph and Triple H. I didn't know who else to ask and I knew you two wouldn't laugh at me." He said. "You're welcome. Don't be ashamed. I had to do the same when I courted Steph. I was nervous at first but everything fell into place. I know a jeweler who can hand make the necklace if you'd like his number." Triple H says. "Yes, please." Baron said. Triple H wrote the number down "tell him I sent you." Triple H said "I will. And thank you guys again." He said. "You're welcome, Baron." Triple H and Stephanie said. After talking for a few more minutes Baron went and got ready for his match.

Baron thought he would have a problem with the storyline. But he didn't, he went with it and oddly enjoyed it. Baron didn't know he would fall so in love with the short, cute, beautiful and sassy girl. Y/N, looks at Baron when he walks into her dressing room after he knocks. "Hey Beautiful girl." He said greeting her. "Hey Handsome." She said blushing. "Can I ask you something? You don't have to say yes. You can think about it if you'd like." Baron said. "Okay Baron. What would you like to ask me?" She asks as she sits down looking at him. He sat across from her and cleared his throat as he took a deep breath. "I'm wondering, may I can Court you?" He asks. "Yes Baron. I don't have to think about it. I honestly have had feelings for you and feel a lot more attracted to you than I do any of the other guys in the company." She admits. He let's the breath out, that he didn't know he was holding. "Really? How about dinner next Friday? We're both off then." He suggests. "Yes, that would be lovely. Casual wear or somewhere fancy?" She asks softly

Baron thought for a second "Casual. Picnic on the beach and watch the sunset?" He suggested. She smiles widely. "That sounds perfect." Y/N replies. "Okay Y/N. I was a bit nervous to ask you because I didn't wanna get turned down. I don't do well with rejection." He said softly. "I'm glad you asked. I wouldn't ever reject you. You're the only I got my eyes on." She reassures him. Baron actually gives her a small and very real smile. "Okay. You're the only female diva I have my eyes on." He said to her. She blushed softly. "I'll see you later when it's time for your match." She said. He nods and gives her a small hug and leaves. "See you then." He called out to her walking out of her locker room. After Baron walks out of Y/N's locker room he sets his glare back on his face.