#I think my lack of coffee let some Irish sneak in

[wolvensnothere]

Logic and Knowledge

So, in western deductive logic, soundness is what happens when all premises are factually true, and the whole thing follows logically. Just following logically (factually true or not) is called validity.

So western logic and knowledge theories say, “yeah, sure we can make valid arguments out of anything—like ‘all monkeys are made of cheese, all cheese is immune to gravity, therefore all monkeys are immune to gravity'—but unless the premises are true in THIS universe, the arguments they make aren’t sound.”

But then David Hume comes along and says, “Aye, ye fookers, but di'ye nae realise that yoor whole fookin’ system of ontological reality based on deductive certainty is fooked from premise one?! Och! Ye canna hae anay sooch thing as certainty, cos yoo’re always startin’ from inductive generalizations from a combination of a handful of direct experiences and the reports of other fookers’ handfuls! We cannae 'KNOW’ anathin’! Tis the bloody Problem of Induction!”

(He was Scottish. And I havent had coffee yet.)

All of which was a great start at meaningful skepticism and epistemic self-checking, but then a bunch of assholes came along and fucked it up for the rest of us.

[magpiefngrl]

Hi! I was just about to literally fall at your feet for the wonder that is your erised fic BTW DID I TELL YOU I LOVE FAKE DATING TROPE SO MUCH I COULD BREAK THROUGH WALLS JUST TO GET IT anyway i am SO pleased read SPAZZING when i heard about au requests! so here! DARE DATING! both harry and draco date just to prove who is a better date but the catch is the whole date goes PERFECTLY every gesture every glance is fine but underlying thought is OH U THINK U CAN BEAT ME ON THIS R U LL FU I LL WIN

Thank you for this capslock comment, it made my day! Your prompt is awesome, I was laughing when I was reading it, which always means that I’d enjoy writing it. And I did! It was so much fun to write :)

This is 8th year, dare dating trope (rated Teen, 2k). Apologies for any errors, I’m a non-native Eng speaker :)

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Harry didn’t know how hewas pulled into this madness, but before he knew what was happening, Zabini haddared him to go on a date with Malfoy, Hermione had accepted on his behalf andRon and the rest of his House had taken up the challenge with unprecedentedenthusiasm.

‘You’re representing Gryffindor now, mate,’ Ron said, while the girls oftheir year rifled through Harry’s trunk, trying to find the right outfit.‘Gotta prove you’re better than him at dating.’

Harry tried not to wince as he watched the girls handling his underwear.‘I don’t see why I need to bother with my clothes and — ouch, Parvati, I toldyou a comb doesn’t help, it always looks like this.’

‘Maybe a spell?’ she offered, but he stopped her with a hand. Sheshrugged. ‘Let’s hope he likes it that way.’

‘There’s nothing to like!’ Harry protested. ‘This is a dare.I don’t expect him to like anything about it!’

‘Really?’ Hermione was perched on the end of Ron’s bed, flicking throughthe dating advice section of a Cosmopolitan. ‘Because if he hatesit, it means Gryffindor is bad at dating.’

‘D’you want Gryffindor to look bad, Harry? Do you?’ Seamus said.

Every eye in the room (and there were many) turned to stare at Harry.

‘No, of course not,’ he mumbled. ‘Maybe try your spell?’ he askedParvati, who grinned and took out her wand.

In the end, two and a half hours after this new kind of torture, Harrywas waiting at the school entrance, his hair marginally tamer but a lot softer.He was wearing jeans and a plum-coloured jumper that Fleur and Bill had giftedhim. He hadn’t worn it before. Toonice for school, he’d alwaysthought. Lavender had insisted, though and she’d even untucked his shirt tailsand let them peek underneath the jumper. ‘This slightly messy look is sexy.Will make your date want to touch you.’

Harry had spluttered, ‘I don’t want Malfoy to touch me!’ The thoughtthere’d be touching made his insides squirm in a peculiar way.

Several stern looks had shot at him again. ‘Do you think Malfoy hasn’tthought of everything? He’ll make you want to touch him and then Gryffindorwill fail,’ Ron had said, and that was that. Harry had nodded in a resigned anddetermined way. Gryffindor had to win.

When Malfoy arrived, he looked — Harry didn’t want to think of it thatway, but it was the first word that came to him: he looked glorious.He’d worn a crisp white shirt and a dark grey suit, and he looked so puttogether and neat that Harry had to suppress a sudden urge to ruffle his hairup or wrinkle his shirt.

How deviant. Surely this was a Slytherin tactic, like theones Lavender knew. Harry clenched his fists and led the way out of the castleto Hogsmeade.

The walk there was wreathed in a painful silence. Harry wondered whetherthe Slytherins had had a hand in creating Malfoy’s look. Whether he’d also beenadvised what to do and whether he saw it as a House challenge, like Harry did.But Malfoy stared ahead, almost unconcerned that Harry was by his side, whichannoyed Harry no end.

So he reached out and held Malfoy’s hand.

‘What—?’ Malfoy said, shocked, but smoothed his expression when he sawHarry’s satisfied smile.

‘Is there a problem?’ Harry asked.

‘Of course not,’ Malfoy sneered.

They’d walked for a few more silent minutes when it was Harry’s turn togasp. Malfoy had started caressing his palm with his thumb. Malfoy’s smug smileat Harry’s reaction pissed Harry off.

He’d show him. He started stroking Malfoy’s palm, too, and was rewardedwith a blush spreading on Malfoy’s face. Ha!

‘Where—’ Malfoy had to clear hisvoice and start again. ‘Where do you want to go?’

They’d reached Hogsmeade. Harry’d been thinking about the pub: cozy,lots of booze, perfect place to keep this as non-romantic as possible, but he’dchanged his mind. ‘Madam Puddifoot’s alright?’

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. ‘Sure.’

The tea shop was as frilly as Harry remembered but much less pink nowthat it wasn’t Valentine’s Day. Thankgod for small mercies, Harrythought as he squeezed at a round table at the back next to Malfoy. The limitedspace meant Malfoy sat so close that Harry caught a whiff of his perfume. Whichsmelled nice. Enticing.

Harry winced internally at his thoughts. How could he find Malfoy’ssmell attractive in any way? He might not be a bigoted bully anymore, but hewas still a Class A git.

After they’d ordered coffees (Irish; a shot of alcohol being absolutelyessential to deal with this situation), Malfoy held his hand again. Harry’sstomach performed a flip at his touch, which was quite disconcerting. Harrysilently berated his internal organs for their traitorous behaviour and turnedto Malfoy, trying to come up with some conversation. What do you say to the manwho was your enemy for many years? Hermione had advised Harry to be himself; what bollocks. Harry had to demonstrate dating prowess, but judging by his lastfew dates (Susan Bones, Ernie McMillan, not to mention Cho some years ago) hewas crap at it.

Malfoy, apparently, found words, proving Slytherins had trained him muchbetter than Harry’s housemates had. ‘Your hair looks different. Did you dosomething with it?’

Harry wanted to snap back a biting reply, but instead he said, ‘Parvatiknew a spell that makes it softer.’

‘Oh,’ Malfoy blushed. It was hot in that tea shop. ‘Softer.’ His voice cameraspy and low and brought shivers to Harry’s spine. Merlin, Slytherins hadthought of everything!

‘There’s not a lot I can do with my hair,’ Harry said to fill thesilence. ‘It won’t listen to anyone or anything.’

‘Just like its owner,’ Malfoy smiled.

Harry was taken aback by the lack of mockery in his tone. It almostsounded as if Malfoy was flirting. ‘I guess,’ he smiled back, reluctantly. ‘It gotme into a lot of trouble when I was young. My aunt and uncle hated the sight ofit. Once, my aunt sheared it off so much that you could see my skull. But thefollowing morning it’d all grown back. Back then I’d no clue what had happened.I mean, it’s hard to tame, but I like it.’ Harry shut his mouth. Why on earthwas he babbling about hair? He gave himself a mental kick in the bum.

‘Accidental magic.’ Luckily, Malfoy didn’t seem bored. He thanked thelady that brought their coffees and stirred his cup, his left hand stillwrapped around Harry’s right. Harry would have to spend the rest of the dateone-handed and using his left, because he’d be blasted if hepulled his hand away first. Though, he had to acknowledge that it wasn’t thatmuch of a hardship. Malfoy’s hand felt rather nice, warm and just large enough(Susan’s hands were too small, Ernie’s too large). He decided he could likeMalfoy’s appendages even if he still disliked the person.

Malfoy put down his cup. ‘Once, I made my father’s hair turn blue for aweek. Don’t laugh.’ Malfoy smiled, seemingly pleased with Harry chuckling. ‘Nospell could change it back until he bought me what I’d been asking for: a toybroomstick. He was proud, though; he didn’t even Glamour it when he left thehouse, but praised me for doing such magic at the age of five.’

Malfoy trailed off and stared at his half-full cup. A shadow passed hisface and Harry startled himself by wanting to chase it away. He put it down tohis need to impress his date, that was all. It was all part of the dare.

‘What Quidditch team do you support?’ The change of subject was ratherabrupt, but Harry felt a little flutter when Malfoy gave him a grateful smile.

‘Bristol Buzzards. You? Don’t tell me, I know: Chudley Cannons. Theunderdog, right?’

Once the conversation got going, Harry realised he could almost forgethe was talking with Malfoy and holding his hand. Malfoy shifted, pressinghis thigh against Harry’s, and heat spread through Harry’s body. He wassurprised to realise he’d been enjoying himself and had therefore lost track ofhis goal to beat Malfoy in the dating game. He couldn’t help but be impressed;Malfoy was good at dating. Harry had to step up his game, and the opportunitycame when Madam Puddifoot brought over a huge chocolate soufflé ‘on the house’,while sneaking a glance at Harry’s forehead. Before Malfoy had something to sayabout that (as if Harry could help who offered him free desserts!), Harrypicked up the spoon, cut through the soufflé and offered to feed Malfoy. ‘Wanta taste?’

Read More on AO3: The Dare 

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Mermaid AU

Pirate AU

Durmstrang!Harry and Beauxbatons!Draco AU 

Royalty/Arranged Marriage AU 

Musicians AU

Medieval AU

Fae AU

Adventure AU

Firefly/Space AU

Magical Flower Shop AU (canon universe)

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AU Series on AO3

[steadycoffeeflow]

Day 10. Flowing | H&J

This prompt was supposed to be about Leo and his addictions, in the framework of J&H. I didn’t want to write that. Maybe another time. Instead, we get my self-insert character. She seemed easier to slip into and deal with.

Today was also Mental Health Day! Take care of yourselves you fucking eggs.

Osmosis: a process by which molecules of a solvent tend to pass through a semipermeable membrane from a less concentrated solution into a more concentrated one, thus equalizing the concentrations on each side of the membrane.

The concept was something Steady knew they’d gone over in high school AP Bio class. She could picture it, as if a mere decade hadn’t passed her by at all. Mr. Brett who was a portly and pleasant man with a full, pepper-salt beard who always referred to himself in the third person. They were setting up an experiment that involved potato slices.

Damn if Steady could remember what the results were. Just one thing stuck out to her: homeostasis and equilibrium. Needing to have a balance.

And as she sipped from her coffee mug - laden with irish cream and vodka, her fingers feeling heavy and mind slipping even farther away - she considered that. Mulled it over. Fixated on the idea.

Having a balance. Two solutions. One lacking and the other too much. Too much of what varied. Energy. Electricity. Food dye. It didn’t matter what - it was just Too Much. A lot. Excess. It needed to be burned off, in the case of energy. Spread and shared around in the case of dye.

One side, flowing into the other. Filling in for the lack and spreading out what was too much. It sounded...nice. Peaceful. The type of ideal tranquility that would strike her on some odd Thursday night, an ordinary day out of ordinary days, and make her begin to weep, curling in on herself.

Steady watched, eyes languid, as Mr. Brett put the potato slices in the water, then took another sip of the syrup, letting it sting her tongue pleasantly.

One time, just before college started, Steady had been struck by the idea that she needed to go camping. Had made it to the door with her old tent pack gear, a couple days’ worth of food and a fishing pole. She didn’t even know if there would be water where she was going. Didn’t even know where she was going. Said as much when her mother asked. Both parents had flown into rages at that, thinking she was running away. Hell if Steady even knew where she was running to, let alone away from, just knew she needed to run.

It happened another time, when she was still working in Detroit. This one had an impulse. ‘New York State of Mind’ by Billy Joel came on the radio, cutting through the static of the afternoon and information technology article write-ups. Steady had to go to New York. Could see it so clearly, her sitting on a bench, watching the taxi lanes clog up, observing the people on their phones and in their nice clothes with her darting eyes. She’d only seen the city on the news, for New Year celebrations, in the older shows before the century.

She got to the receptionist when he’d joked: “Taking a second lunch?”

She’d frozen, hand raised to push the handle, but not quite touching it. The spell broken, she laughed at him. “Just putting my bag in the car. Thinking of taking a walk to wake up.” Nodded. Accepted. Normal response.

She had to be more normal.

There was that other time at college, her mind pivoted to next. She’d stayed up, drifting into hour-long naps once every 24-hour period because, distantly, she knew she needed some rest, and all she’d been doing was writing. Writing writing writing until her wrists were aching with the force of creation.

Then, she crashed for 32 hours, unable to move. When she woke up, groggy and head stuffed full of pain, she’d called home. Explained what had happened.

‘Oh honey, you’re just creative.’

But this was different than all-nighters in high school. Each new idea had been something to explore, a compulsion she had to explore. It was frightening, getting swept up in a tide of creation. Usually the process was freeing. This...this was something else. She was skipping class, realizing only when it was dark out that she hadn’t left to go to the dining hall, that someone - her roommate - had asked if she wanted to go. Then snuck a plate back. Bought a sandwich using Steady’s ID. Put a bottle of water snugged up on the pillow with a smiley face on a sticky note and Steady couldn’t answer her own question: When had that gotten there? When did you last drink water? Shower? Eat? Use the bathroom?

People joked. ‘Who’s your supplier, eh?’

Who knew how long Reese had been standing there. Not Steady, that was for sure. She jumped when she noticed him leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed and a slight crease to his brow. “Heya,” she said, chipper.

“You do this often?” he asked, processing something.

Steady looked around the kitchen. “Cook? Yes. I need to eat food, Reese,” she snorted, going back to slicing the peppers.

“Are you cooking for an army? Was there a new upgrade I didn’t know about, where androids have to eat too?”

Steady bristled a bit. Reese wasn’t laughing. Wasn’t brushing it off. Which meant she’d misstepped. Shit.

Taking inventory of the counter, she tried to think if this was excessive. Was it too much? There was the crockpot with the chili simmering away on low. Had been for the past three hours. Still needed another five or so, which meant it would be ready for her to take to work. Then, she still had pepper left, so she was slicing those up to fry for a fajita mix she’d cook up once the chili vacated the crock pot.

This all had a logical, clear progression.

Steady looked confused at Reese, to see if he was going to fill in any gaps she was missing.

“Are you going to eat that all tonight, or will you be feasting in your dreams?” he asked, holding out his hands at the mess.

Steady followed the hand motions instead of looking at Reese’s face. Couldn’t meet his eyes. Whenever she did look at him, she found herself drawn to his chin, or maybe the wave of his hair or the tattoos he had. Or just the knife in her hand - that was a good idea - to keep an eye on that.

“I mean,” she said, mumbling it now. Voice lower than she needed it to be. Had to pitch it up. Sound like she wasn’t affected - like she normally was. “I’m just not tired. Must be the coffee, whoops.”

Reese frowned. Folded his arms. Watched her. “You...last cup of coffee you had was this morning.”

The blade skipped on the pepper skin. The blade was dull. Knew she had to watch it, or she’d graze her knuckles, slide a fingertip. “Should cut it out entirely,” she replied, smiling ruefully. “Last doc suggested I go straight decaf if I needed to have my hot drink fix. I never went back.”

Reese nodded. Didn’t say anything until Steady was working on the third and final pepper to slice. The pile was consuming the counter space, thin, uneven strips of it falling off the cutting board. “Well, are you going to need help cleaning up…?”

He moved to the sink and Steady jolted. “No.”

Her cry rang out. Probably alerted Rose and Aria. She winced, sucking air through her teeth as she bowed her head over the pepper. “Don’t. I’m good. I’ll clean up after myself.”

“That’s a lot of mess,” Reese started to protest.

“Don’t.”

“Okay.” He relented easy, likely had only been offering to be polite.

Steady eased up, then scooped the peppers up, dropping them into a waiting, warm pan. She turned up the heat, added a dash of butter, then turned to the flank steak. She’d used about half for the chili. Could sear it nicely with the fajita mix. Keep that on low for another-

“It’s nice to see you up and about. Last two weeks you spent on the couch,” Reese said.

Steady shrugged. She was missing something. Something about this scene was odd to him. She had to figure it out, smooth it down, fill in the crack somehow.

Reese patted the island counter. “Well, looks like you’ll be a minute or two. Mind if I…?”

“Go for it,” Steady said, smiling. Forgot why she’d been worried anyway. Probably just paranoid. Nothing to worry about. She busied herself slicing up the beef. Methodical. After a couple of minutes, her mouth began to move of its own accord. Filled in the cracks. And Reese listens. Listened to her story about high school AP biology as she trimmed the fat from the meat. Soaked it in when she relayed the story about camping back in Detroit as she stirred the peppers, appreciating how they were sweating down and charring the bottom of the pan. Tilted his head as he considered her story about wanting to travel to New York.

“Is that why you’re here now?” Reese asked.

“What?”

“New York. Now. Rose hasn’t mentioned how you two met yet.”

“Oh. No. That’s not - I’m. That’s something else, I mean. I always wanted to go to New York, who doesn’t. There was this one time we were going to see a Broadway performance, actually, but the trip just didn’t work out so we went to the local Apple Diner Theater in my hometown instead. Gosh that was such a good - my friend was in it? She was great. Knew her from high school. She used to sneak out with me during lunch breaks. Always smoked. I never did. I mean the harder shit. Sometimes I get a nicotine hit.” Steady shrugged, pushed the meat into the pan. “Wonder what happened to her.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I mean, we had a falling out. People always have falling outs with me.” A tightness overtook Steady’s chest and her eyes stung. Must be the peppers. No - that was onions. “Misunderstandings and the like. They get tired. But…” Where had she been going? Right, the play! “It was Wicked! She had the role of the witch…”

And as Steady bustled about in the early hours of the morning, limbs, chest, fingers, heart - mind - racing with electricity, Reese listened. He inclined his head this way and that, shrugged, flashed his palms, wrinkled his nose that caused the burns around his brown eye to crinkle.

Outside the night pressed in, chilling and tran - We should decorate the house for Halloween. Just the inside should be fine. Not too attention grabbing. I can go shopping after work and- quil in its absolute pitch blackness.

And things felt just right.

[soulful-ofevans]

Back Where I Belong - Chris Evans

request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Chris are dating and she meets him at the airport after he's been away filming for months?

people: Chris - Reader (You) 

warnings: FluFFY 

word count: 1000+

a/n: This is a request that someone asked so long ago, I’m so sorry I neglected your request, anonymous person! Thank you for this lovely idea, though, I’ve had this tucked away for so long.

“These seats are hurting my ass. God, now I know why airport seating is so fuckin’ painful, they want you to be motivated so you haul ass to get to the plane,”

I stopped to laugh at my joke, chuckling loudly enough to awaken the elderly lady next to me who was waiting for something she was not willing to talk about.

“Would you, for the millionth time, shut up! It’s three in the morning!” Across from me was this bitchy woman around my age, most likely a lot older. She had this weird orange hair, that I knew was dyed but she still had ginger-like looks to her face. She had the whole nine yards of freckles, ginger-tinted brows, and even wore green just to brighten her orange complexion.

“No! It’s three in the morning and I’m here because I’ve got someone to pick up that I’ve been waiting for. For four months!”

The Irish-wannabe looked at me and smirked, giggling to herself like I wasn’t ten feet away from her. “Who are you picking up? Your boyfriend you ordered off some sex website?”

Jesus, when will Flight 4301 land, dammit! I don’t have time for this!

Smiling sweetly, I got up and grabbed my bag along with my third cup of Starbuck’s black coffee. “Yes, you got me Lucky Charms, I ordered a sex companion. His name is Julio and we’re gonna get married in Vegas. Good day.”

Ginger-snap wasn’t fast enough to shut her wide opened trap that had fallen when I was quick to reply to her. Walking off I went to sit at another set of empty seats, hopefully not causing controversy with whoever lands up near me.

Chrispy Creme:  I land at BOS @ 4:45 baby! Sorry it’s so early :/ I love you xxx

It was two to forty-five and no signs of his flight were announced. Deciding to let it be, I plugged in my earphones and brought up my Itunes, clicking on a much-needed song right now, one that would ease the ache of Chris’s arm not being wrapped around my waist right now. It would numb my lips that could almost feel the pressure of lips on mine.

Humming along to the beat of Alicia Key’s ‘If I Ain’t Got You’ I closed my eyes that burned with lack of sleep. I hadn’t even slept all night because I got too excited about Chris finally coming back home. So I made myself an espresso and watched musicals that would make me stay awake because I could never sit through one without getting up and dancing to the beat of the melody or singing along with the cast. I was hitting my breaking point, though, my head throbbed, and my ass still ached, my eyes were burning with tears now, from sleep-induced stress. I felt my chin waiver as I silently prayed for Chris to just get here soon, I was waiting for him, Dodger was waiting for him. Then tonight there’d be a huge surprise party for him courtesy of Lisa, Carly, Shauna, and I. My fingers roughly rubbed my sunken eyes, I cannot fall asleep! No Sleep, no sleep, no sleep-

“Flights 4305, 4308, and 4301 have arrived. The gates are open for you to pick up your guest, thank you for choosing Boston’s Logan Airport. Have a nice day!” With that I grabbed my bag and abandoned my coffee, running to the sea of people who seem to have magically just appeared out of nowhere.

Now, I’m not the tallest bean in the stock so my only resort of finding Chris was jumping up and trying to get a glance of a NASA Cap, some blonde hair with ashes of brown in it, or those blue eyes that we're quite hard not to miss.

After my twelfth jump with no such luck of a glimpse of him, I gave up on that plan and went with sour plan b. “Humph..Ugh! Fine, people. I’ll go to the back you asswipes.”

Leaving the crowd I went to the terminal area, watching the people pass by with their collected loved ones as I stared at them angrily, pissed that I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. I didn’t lose hope, though, I waited for a good twenty minutes before finally, I caught sight of a very familiar looking button down.

I don’t know whether it was the possible dangerous amount of coffee in me or just the adrenaline of seeing him again but I bolted down the hall.

“Chris!” I yelled just in time to have him catch me in his arms, wounding me tightly around his hips. I was a koala bear that refused to let go of him. The numbness of my subsided when he kissed me fervently, almost clawing at my hair with a desperation to be closer to me, than he already was. we already were.

Pulling back just enough to let himself whisper breathlessly to me, I couldn’t help but kiss away the tear that leaked from his glassy eyes. “You..have no idea...how long... I’ve waited for this.” Beaming with a smile that hurt my cheeks I laughed sneaked a kiss from him again.

“Oh love, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you… but… now that I have you back-”

“Oh I’m never fuckin’ leaving again, that’s for sure.” Both of us burst out laughing at Chris’s words.

I let my feet hit the ground and soon we became just another couple walking out of the terminal, smiling with each other’s arm wrapped around their waist. We looked so ordinary, so normal. No one asked Chris for a photo or even a question. They just smiled as we passed, on our way to my car in the parking lot.

I felt Chris let out a sigh of relief, feeling his fingers dig into my hip a bit, as we walked out of the airport. “It feels good to be back home...”

“It feels good to just have you here...” Chris smiled down at me when I softly answered back to him. 

I stole another glance at him again, just wanting to see that face once more. Letting it sink in that he was actually finally here. Finally in bed with me at night, eating my terrible made up foods, and listening to my awful karaoke. I let a few tears fall to the earth, not caring if my mascara made me a raccoon or not. 

All that mattered was he was here with me. His burly arm around my lower waist, cuddling into me like no time had placed since he’d last held me like this. 

“I can’t believe I went so long without seeing your face, Y/N. God, it hurt sometimes just to think of seeing you on skype at night because I couldn’t reach in and just grasp your hand,” His arm left my waist and he took my left hand into his right, interlocking our fingers. “Or just see your eyes in the real sunlight... I don’t know how you summoned the strength because I sure as hell was caving in on week three...” 

Giving only a smile, sincere smile, I kept his hand clasped with my own, holding his palm just a bit tighter to mine as I felt my throat tighten with a sob I refused to release. “Oh love,” I replied. Staring at his beautiful face while Chris looked at the sun rays starting to beam their light down on us, letting the skies lighten with a blue color so beautiful it lifted his spirits even higher. 

Just looking at his widening eyes, and dopey smile and felt a sob and chuckle come out at once. God, I’m in love with this man...How did I get through these months away from him? Lord knows it was spent sometimes with my face in a pillow or my body tucked under the sheets all day... all of it, though, I’d do again and again just to be able to hold that face...

How hard was it to be away from you, Chris? 

 Love, you have no idea.

Tell me your thoughts! I wrote this on a whim so constructive criticism is always welcomed haha! - R .xx 

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GRAPS AND CLAPS REVIEWS - TIDAL CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING 'SUGAR RUSH'

Hello and welcome everyone to another edition of Graps and Claps, this time taking me once again to dirty Leeds for Tidal Wrestling's second to last show this year at The Temple of Boom, with the return of reigning champion Sugar Dunkerton being the hot topic of conversation in among what pants a certain Mr.Brady Phillips would be wearing on this evening after his Rupert the Bear efforts of last month.

Arriving in Leeds for 2pm, after spending the morning drinking countless cups of coffee and watching NXT Takeover it was time to get back on the horse and first visit one of the lesser visited places in Leeds that I go - The Brewery Tap which is home to beers from the Leeds/Leodis Brewery range, first off was a pint of 5% Dunkel Hefeweizen Stottie from Camerons Brewery (£4.60) which is a drink made from reused bread, on reflection this was an OK drink that lacked a strong wheat flavour which you tend to get from wheat beer's like Erdinger and other brands of that type. Second pint in here whilst we were all thinking up songs related to Baby/Lady, was a pint of Leeds Brewery Midnight Bell (£4.05) Stout that would accompany a good steak if you are having food or in fact just as a session beer for a winter's afternoon.

A change of pace next, as instead of going to a pub we made a visit to the Leeds Christmas Markets on Millennium Square for the usual overpriced Bratwurst and gassy ale which usually frequents the Manchester Markets which is like hell on earth. Thankfully the Leeds Market are much quieter with more room to move which made it instantly better for that fact, here I had 2 bottles of Hofbrau Dark Wheat Beer (£4.50) and something called Knobi Brot (Not Knob Rot) which was a thick piece of bread topped with Garlic Sausage and Garlic Sauce with Cheese involved as well costing £5 - tasty as anything but obviously the garlic smell would mean I wouldn't be kissing any ladies of the night tonight (standard with my track record of 1 relationship).

Fully filled up, we moved on to a newish pub on the way called the Social which is one of those student type bars in the way it looked and home to a very cramped toilet with not much room to swing a cat. Only the one drink in here with a £4.60 pint of Kirkstall Brewery Providence that was a fruity tasting ale but not as smooth as the Double IPA that our Geoff was drinking which tasted like a dream. Final pub was a swift visit to Brewdog for 2/3rds of Wiper and True Plum Pudding, now with Wiper and True I fully recommend you try any of there drinks in bottles which are widely available in your local beer shops. So with that said, let's get into what went down at Tidal Wrestling 'Sugar Rush'!

With a packed crowd of about 120 in attendance, we were first introduced to El Ligero who wasn't wrestling on the evening due to the WWE UK deal where they can't wrestle a week before one of there shows, instead though Ligero came out to thank the crowd for their support over the 5 years that Tidal has been going and trumpeting the thoughts that I have penned in this blog over the last year or so of why Tidal has proven to be one of the highlights of the undergraps scene.

First match of the evening was H.T Drake fresh off a win against Crater at the last show taking on Rocky Mac who even though he is Irish, plies his trade exclusively in the London area for Frontline Wrestling and the London School of Lucha Libre. One thing that our section of the crowd was trying to work out was - who was the famous Collins on Mac's tights, in our own judgement we decided it was Phil Collins and began to sing Phil Collins/Genesis tunes at Mac. In a good opener, Drake had hit a Coast to Coast dropkick on Mac before following up with a springboard kick for a 2 count, Mac however did make a comeback and was looking near the end at using his hurling stick to floor Drake, but as he did he walked right into a lung blower by Drake who picked up the 3 count. Drake with this victory now goes on to a 3-way title match on the 16th December vs Sugar Dunkerton and Soner Dursun.

Next up we had a women's contest between Ruby Radley and Natalie Sykes, the latter who impressed in a 5-way match 2 months ago against some of her male counterparts. In a back and forth contest, Natalie Sykes looked on her way to victory her but out came Ruby's tag team partner Ivy to sneak up from behind to wallop Sykes round the head with a stick to cause the DQ and then to add insult to the head injury - a sustained beatdown much to the disgust of crowd. These 3 competitors are now involved in a 5-way Women's title contest at the December show, which could play into Ivy and Ruby's favour using the numbers advantage but we will have to see.

Third up was for the TCW Tag Team Titles currently held by long time champions and fan favourites The Lion Kings (Nsereko & Sebb Strife) taking on The N.I.C (Charlie Carter & Oisin Delaney) who you might have seen grace a Progress pre-show match or two in the last year and a bit, but as ever in settings like this, wrestlers you don't tend to think of as brilliant, turn out to catch a spark in venues/promotions like this. Early part of the match was the N.I.C cutting off the ring in half laying the beat down to Nsereko whilst using swift tags in and out, Nsereko tried to fight out of this predicament hitting a headbutt to Carter but Delaney managed once again to cut him off at the pass, 

Nsereko did eventually manage to get the hot tag to Sebb who is one of the best hot tag wrestlers around in the North, cleaned house leading to the Lion Kings eventually finishing off there plucky opponents when they hit the Neckbreaker/Powerbomb combination to Charlie Carter to retain the titles in a really good match. The Lion Kings now go on to face another set of fresh challengers in December as they face what looks an interesting team on paper in the form of B.A Rose and Will Kroos.

Half time main event now in the form of who would leave the Temple of Boom as the new TCW Women's Champion with 'Session Moth' Martina defending the vacant title in the honour of Mia Yim who has moved off to pastures new, Martina's opponent for the evening was none other Rhio who has been picking up win after win in recent months at Tidal beating the likes of Chakara and Little Miss Roxxy. Martina who has just returned from another successful tour of Japan in STARDOM, showed off some newly picked up wrestling skills including the use of a bow and arrow submission to Rhio which Rhio was lucky to escape out of. An inspired chant to the tune of 'Hall and Oates' Maneater was heard during this match:-

OOH HERE SHE COMES! WATCH OUT BOYS SHE'LL DRINK YOUR CANS! OOH HERE SHE COMES! IT'S A MARTINA!

Anyway back to the match, with Martina seemingly on top and on her way to victory she hit what looked like a match-winning headbutt but she hit it with so much force that she fell flat on her face, with a dazed Rhio picking up the scraps to pin Martina to become the new TCW Women's Champion to cap off what has been a great 6 months or so for the Preston native. On reflection from a wrestling standpoint this was maybe my favourite match of the evening, with Martina now looking a world away from the Veda Scott debacle at WXW and looking excellent in the process, also give Rhio her due she has gotten over well as a fresh faced baddie in this promotion which has added another layer to her character which can only be good for the future - top work ladies!

Back from half time and sadly once again no Vegan Curry, but the Vegan Chicken Burger has won a few fans locally so give that a try if you are visiting next time at the Temple. We returned in the second half with a rematch from last month's show with Sean Only trying to avenge his loss of last time taking on Will Kroos who was looking to stake his claim for a possible title shot in the future.

Kroos was on top early hitting a slam for a two count, whilst also countering a sleeper from Only into a suplex and a cannonball for a 2 count. Only was then put in an arm submission but managed to get to the ropes, Only recovered from this setback though to hit a curb stomp and a ddt to the man mountain Kroos for a 2 count, this though must have really got to Kroos who soon had enough and walked out on the match seemingly wanting to save himself for another time, your winner then by countout - Sean Only!

Match six of the evening was for the TCW Openweight Championship with the challenger Little Miss Roxxy taking on don't say it too loud but our 'Secret Favourite Wrestler' of the Undergraps scene and crazy pants wearing champion of Kettering - Brady Phillips. As ever Phillips was wearing an interesting set of flowery pants topping the Rupert the Bear pants from last month, lots of singing in this one with the aforementioned songs involving the words of Baby/Lady. Even though we didn't have many songs for Roxxy, the crowd were in full favour of the geordie starlet to dethrone Phillips, despite last time when Roxxy lost to Chuck Mambo but I guess she has proven herself more than capable against the chaps.

The big talking point about this match will no doubt be the finish of this match, where it was first thought that Phillips who tried some underhanded tactics behind the referee's back to pin Roxxy to supposedly retain the title, but that was until chief commentator Colin got on the mic to say he had enough of Phillips trying to sneak away with his title and ordered a restart of the match which involved a replacement referee due to the initial official getting flattened by an angry Brady. Brady's frustration at this decision soon proved to be his downfall as Roxxy pinned Brady to capture the TCW Openweight Title in a chaotic finish to end what seems like a 1 year title reign and a very successful one at that as well, but with this defeat I can only see Brady turning his attention to the TCW Heavyweight Title in 2019 but we shall just have to wait and see.

Semi Main Event now with the Leeds darkness setting in outside, we had another American on a U.K excursion with Darius Lockhart taking on everyone's favourite - Rampage Brown coming out to the bellows of the crowd singing 'I Will Be Heard' which is still a banger to this day.

Lockhart in this his Tidal debut impressed early on as he got Rampage in the mount to get in some strikes and punches landing on the big Yorkshireman, but it would be Rampage who soon got back on top in a hard fought contest near the end when he used his considerable size and strength to hit Lockhart with a three move combo or a Brainbuster followed by a Powerbomb and then finally finishing the plucky Lockhart off with the Piledriver of Death to get the victory. Rampage next month now goes on to face The Great O-Kharn in what should be a hard hitting contest, then not so long after he get's a TCW TItle opportunity in February against Sugar Dunkerton in Newcastle which is certainly a 50/50 pick 'em contest for the fans.

Main Event time now with Spike Trivet taking on the TCW World Champion Sugar Dunkerton who as ever had the audience eating out of the palm of his hand to the Archies hit 'Sugar Sugar' which has also spawned a t-shirt celebrating what has been a whirlwind year for Sugar who is on his 3rd tour of the U.K this year despite being a relative unknown to a lot of people, so he deserves a lot of respect for taking a chance on himself which has so far worked out a treat. The first 5 minutes of this match was the usual crowd antics singing for Sugar, whilst Spike sat on in bemusement from the front row, once back in the ring with Trivet getting the Tory hating chants from the crowd, both men had a feeling out process in the form of a dance off and a push up contest which Sugar got the better of. Even though Trivet had his moments in this contest, it was The Leader of the Band Sugar who eventually put away Trivet with the match-winning Brainbuster to send the Leeds faithful singing and dancing long into the night celebrating their charge's victory to end another successful night's worth of action in The Temple of Boom.

As seen on this evening, the word of mouth of people to check out Tidal is spreading with them packing out the Temple of Boom on this evening and with one show to go this year, it has certainly solidified itself as one of the best kept secrets on the Undergraps scene that I wholeheartedly recommend that you go and see just the once or maybe more.

I hope you have enjoyed reading this review as ever and while I am at it go and give Andrew Gibney's review of the Futureshock Wrestling show on the same evening a read (he did a sparkling job in my absence). Give that and also reviews the usual likes and retweets and I will see you next time for reviews from Liverpool of NXT UK plus also NGW in Keighley, so until then - BYE!

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