#Word Spreads Like Fire | Promos

[jazzy96scorpio]

The Black Rose and the Star

Chapter 1 Unspoken Words

Description: Landing a job at SNL is huge for you as photographer, but the real surprise comes in when you met ridiculously charming actor [Pedro Pascal]. From secret studio dances to late-night pizza and poetry, your connection is undeniable. Turns out, the best things in life are totally unplanned.😉 It's a slow burn and so fluffy. For now 🫣

I think we all have delulu dreams of Pedro so here is mine 😊

Pairing: You / Pedro Pascal

Word count: 2,319

It was Friday, you were in studio finishing your work, you were happy, you are going to rest finally. When your phone rings. It was your boss. SHIT you thought.

"Ugh, seriously?" you groaned, already picturing your relaxing Friday night going up in smoke. Your boss's voice on the other end of the phone wasn't promising anything good. "What's the fire drill this time?" you ask him.

"Lorne Michaels' office called," he explained "They need a new photographer. Mary Ellen's sick."

Your heart skipped a beat. Mary Ellen Matthews. The legendary SNL photographer. "And…?" you prompted, barely daring to breathe.

"Lorne's seen your work," your boss continued. "He specifically requested you."

Your breath hitched. Whoa.

Lorne Michaels himself had seen your work? That was…insane. "Okay," you managed, trying to sound cool and collected when inside you were freaking out.

"Oh, and there's one tiny detail," your boss added, and you could practically hear the smirk. "You'll be working with Pedro Pascal."

Your brain short-circuited. Pedro Pascal. Pedro Pascal. The name echoed in your head like a beautiful melody. You loved his work. You loved his everything, honestly. The thought of actually meeting him, working with him… it was too much. A giggle threatened to escape, and you bit your lip to keep it in. "Okay, cool," you mumbled, trying to play it cool.

"Be at Studio 8H at NBC on Monday," your boss instructed.

"Will do," you replied, your mind already a million miles away. Studio 8H. SNL. Him. It was all so ridiculously exciting. You hung up, a huge grin spreading across your face. Friday night plans? Forget about it. Monday couldn't get here fast enough. You were going to meet him.

The whole weekend was a wash. Sleep? Forget about it. Your brain was a non-stop party of "OMG I'm meeting him" on repeat. Monday morning finally rolled around, and you practically bounced out of bed, dragging your assistant along for the ride. The studio was buzzing, the kind of organized chaos that comes with live TV. You met the producers, the crew – everyone was super nice and professional. And then… he walked in.

Holy crap.

Your brain just…froze. He was even more amazing in person. Seriously, spectacular. He said hi to everyone, that smile of his making your heart do a weird little flip-flop. Then he vanished into an office with the producers, and you tried to, you know, breathe again.

A few minutes later, he came back out, and one of the producers waved you over.

"Pedro, this is the photographer," he said.

You stuck out your hand, trying so hard not to be a total mess. "Hi, I'm…," you managed, getting your name out without too much stammering. He shook your hand, and whoa, that touch. Electric.

"Nice to meet you," he said, and his voice was just as warm and charming as you'd hoped.

"You two are working together tomorrow," the producer said. "We're shooting the promo pics."

"Alright," you replied, trying to play it cool. Inside, you were screaming. He smiled again, and you were pretty sure your knees almost gave out.

Then he turned to the crew, and they all started talking about the script. The vibe shifted, everyone getting down to business. You watched him chat with everyone, so relaxed and enthusiastic. You couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would be like.

Shoot day 📸

That day was a trip. You were floating, high on the excitement of him, and trying to play it cool. Today was that day – the photoshoot. You practically leaped out of bed (okay, maybe you snoozed the alarm once or twice), picked out your best outfit (but, like, a cool, casual best), showered, and even put on some makeup (but, you know, the "I woke up like this" kind).

When you arrived at the studio, he was already there. Coco, his groomer and friend, was working on his hair. You introduced yourself to her; she was lovely. Then, you told him you'd wait until he was ready.

Half an hour later, you were setting up your camera, a little shaky despite having worked with big names before. This was different. This was him. And then he walked in.

Oh. My. God.

He was…gorgeous. His hair… you had a sudden, almost overwhelming urge to run your fingers through it. That cute face tucked between my… "Girl, are you alright?" Emma, your assistant, nudged you, her eyes wide. "Yeah, fine," you mumbled, but you knew she'd never seen you like this.

You started shooting, and he was a total pro. So talented, so gorgeous. It was easy, actually. He listened to your directions, and the camera just loved him.

Finally, the shoot was done. You walked over, thanking him.

"I'd love to see the pics," he said.

You showed him your laptop, and as you scrolled through the photos, he leaned in close.

His cologne smelled insane, and you were trying really hard not to just melt on the spot. "These are awesome," he said, grinning. "I love them."

And then, he put his hand on your shoulder. Fuck. You were pretty sure you were melting. "You did an amazing job," he whispered in your ear.

"Well," you managed, your voice a little husky, "it was you. You're incredible. It was pleasure working with you."

And then he left winking at you, leaving your heart pounding like a drum solo. You were officially a mess.

You sat at your table, fingers flying across the keyboard as you edited the photos. He was close by, at the next table, going over the script with the crew. Emma, your ever-attentive assistant, came over. "Need anything?"

"The strongest coffee you can find," you groaned, rubbing your burning eyes.

"And an energy drink. I haven't slept in days."

"That's not healthy," she scolded gently.

"Well, I've gotta die from something," you mumbled, only half-joking.

She giggled. "What kind of coffee?"

"Black as my soul and cold as ice," you replied.

Emma, being the absolute gem she was, turned to Pedro and the crew. "Anyone else need anything?"

"I'll have what she's having," he said, looking over at you and smiling.

You were like Wait, did that just happen? He smiled at me?

Emma brought the coffees, and you thanked her profusely.

"Seriously," she said, giving you a concerned look. "You need to do something about this insomnia. Have you tried sleep pills?"

"Yeah, they don't really work," you sighed.

"What about tea?" she asked.

You gave her a look. "Do I look like tea is going to calm me down?"

She laughed. "Good point."

"I hate tea," you confessed.

"Okay, okay," she said, still chuckling. "Just trying to help."

"I know, and I appreciate that thank you." you said, giving her a grateful smile. She was the best.

About an hour after Pedro was leaving with his friend, he strolled back in. And, to your surprise, he actually said goodbye to you. You felt your cheeks warm up a little. Right then, the producer showed up. "Hey, those photos and videos," he said. "Think you can get them to us by morning? We need them for tomorrow."

"Yep, I can do that," you said. "Just gotta finish up here."

"Awesome! Thanks," he replied, looking relieved.

Hours later, you were finally almost done. The program was rendering, and you were just chilling, waiting for it to finish up so you could send everything off. You were beat, but figured you'd put on some tunes to keep you going. A few minutes later, you were totally in your zone, dancing and belting out the lyrics, not a care in the world. You were alone, after all, and enjoying the moment.

Then, boom, he was just there. Pedro. He was cracking up.

"Those are some serious moves," he said, grinning. "Uh, I just forgot my glasses and script."

You froze, totally embarrassed. "Oh my god," you mumbled, your face getting hot. "I didn't realize anyone was around."

"No worries," he chuckled. "Your secret's safe with me. Unless… you want to give me a lesson?" He gestured playfully. "I've always wanted to learn how to… uh… do that." He attempted a little hip swivel, which came out more like a shimmy, and you couldn't help but laugh.

Your heart did a little flutter-kick. "Oh, please," you said, trying to play it cool. "You'd probably break something."

"Hey, I'm a fast learner," he protested, grinning. He was already shuffling closer, trying to copy your earlier moves, though not quite as gracefully. "Come on, show me what you got."

"Okay, fine," you laughed, showing him a basic step. He was actually into it, and before you knew it, you were both laughing and twirling around the studio to the beat of the song."Wow," you said, impressed. "You've got some serious rhythm. Those hips don't lie." He was a good dancer, you had to admit.

"You know," he said, his voice a little breathy, "for someone who claims to be tired, you've got a lot of energy." He moved even closer, a playful glint in his eyes. "And," he murmured, his voice dropping, "you smell amazing."

Fuck, you thought. I really want this man.

"It's called the power of RUN-DMC," you replied, trying to sound casual even though your insides were doing a wild dance.

He was so close, and at one point, he lightly touched your waist as he spun you, and whoa. "You dance like this always?" he asked, his eyes locking with yours. "You're good."

"No," you replied, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Only when I'm alone."

He grinned, a genuine, warm smile that made your heart melt. He was enjoying this moment with you, you could tell.

It was a perfect, crazy, unexpected moment… until your phone rang, totally killing the vibe.

Your phone wouldn't stop buzzing. "You should probably answer that," he said, nodding towards the insistent ringing.

You sighed and picked up. After a brief, tense exchange, you hung up, but the conversation clearly wasn't over. He left to find his glasses and script, but he came back just as your ex’s voice boomed from your phone.

"I told you, we are done. Don't call me ever again!" you snapped, your voice rising. Pedro’s face creased with worry as he overheard the shouting.

You slammed the phone down on the table, fuming. "Everything okay?" he asked, his brow furrowed. "Who was that?"

"My ex," you said, still trying to control your anger. "Long story..I don't want to mention him."

"Ok," he said, shaking his head. "You shouldn't be treated like that. Seriously. If you need anything, anything at all, I'm here."

"Thank you," you said, the sincerity in your voice palpable. "That means a lot." You glanced at the time. "I should probably get going. I'm finally done here."

You both left the building together. "Thanks again for the dance," you said, a small smile playing on your lips. "I actually had fun." He says "I enjoyed too."

You started to walk away, but he called after you. "Hey, where's your car?"

"It's in the repair shop," you explained.

"Oh," he said. "It's pretty late. I don't want you taking the bus alone. Let me give you a ride."

"Really? You don't have to—"

"No, I insist," he said. "It's the least I can do."

You got in the car, and the ride was comfortable, easy. You chatted about everything, the earlier tension fading away. When you pulled up to your apartment building, you thanked him for the ride.

As you reached for your stuff in the backseat, he was already opening the door for you.

"Allow me," he said, flashing that charming smile.

Such a gentleman, you thought. "Thank you," you said, feeling a little flustered. Then, a slightly crazy thought popped into your head.

"Hey," you blurted out, "are you hungry? I was planning to make a pizza." You were immediately nervous that you were being too forward.

He chuckled, noticing your hesitation. "Actually," he said, "I'm starving. And pizza sounds perfect. I'm a sucker for a good pizza." He grinned. "Especially when someone else is preparing it."

"Great!" you said, relief washing over you. "Come on in." And just like that, you were walking into your apartment with him.

💓

You get into your apartment. "Make yourself at home," you said. "I'll grab you something to drink while I prepare the pizza."

He wandered over to the bookshelves that lined one wall. "Wow, you've got quite a collection," he commented, running a hand along the spines. "You're a reader?"

"Yeah, books and movies are my two favorite things," you replied.

He chuckled, his eyes landing on a shelf crammed with everything from classic literature to steamy romance novels.

"Crime and Punishment right next to… those," he said, a playful smirk on his face. "I like your range."

"Hey, a girl's gotta have options," you said, grinning."Sometimes you need Dostoevsky, sometimes you need..well, you know spicy stuff."

"I get it," he said, still chuckling.

His gaze drifted to the small table by the wall, where a single black rose stood in a glass vase. "Wow," he said, his voice softer now.

"That's… striking. A black rose. I've never seen one before."

"They're my favorite," you said, walking over to the rose. "They're from Türkiye. They're unique. And so beautiful to me." You say "They just feel…special."

"They are special," he agreed, coming to stand beside you. "They suit you."

You looked up at him, surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah," he said, his eyes meeting yours.

"They're beautiful, a little mysterious… just like you."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. "Thank you," you whispered.

"That's… really nice of you to say."

"I mean it," he said, his voice low. "Everything about this place…it feels like you.It's… I don’t know… comfortable."

So, you are movie buff too? What are some favorites?"

"Ugh, that's the hardest question ever," you groaned. "I love anything with a good story, but I'm a sucker for good comedy and, you know, movies with twists that make your jaw drop."

You hoped he wouldn't pull out one of the spicier books, but of course, he did. He picked up one with a particularly intriguing title and flipped it open. He read a few lines, his eyebrows shooting up. "Whoa," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "This is…descriptive"

"Put that down," you said, laughing and playfully swatting his arm.

"You're going to corrupt my innocent image."

"Too late," he said, still grinning. "The image has been corrupted."

"Pizza will be ready in about fifteen minutes," you announced, settling on the sofa next to him. He was still holding the book.

"So," he said, flipping through the pages. "This one's yours?" He pointed to a slim volume bound in soft leather.

"Yeah," you said. "It's my… poetry journal. I write all my favorite poems in there."

"Mind if I take a peek?" he asked.

"Sure," you said, a little nervous. It felt weirdly intimate, sharing your favorite poems with him. He flipped through the pages and then stopped. "This one," he said. "Read this one to me."

You took the book, your heart pounding a little. You cleared your throat and read him your favorite poem, the words flowing easily off your tongue, even with him sitting right next to you, listening intently.

"All I want, is to lose myself in your eyes, to forget the world and feel like I belong to something real, something I can't escape, even if I wanted to."

You finished the poem, your voice soft.

"That's… really beautiful," he said, his gaze fixed on you.

"This one's my absolute favorite," you said, turning the page.

"It's called 'I Love You From Afar.'" And then you began to read:

"I love you from afar

without being able to smell your scent

to embrace your nape

to feel your face

I merely love you

from afar, I just love you

not holding your hand

without touching your heart

nor dissolving in your eyes

in spite of today’s three-day love fads

not wildly but like a woman, I love you

I just love you from afar

without wiping off the two tears running down your cheeks

not joining you in your heartiest laughs

nor crooning together with you your most favorite song

from afar, I just love you

without disappointing,

not pouring out anything

without destroying

not making sad,

nor causing a cry, I love you from afar

I just love you like that from afar;

by shredding in my tongue

every word I want to tell you

I love you

I love you on a white piece of paper

while my words fall down, drop by drop…"

When you finished, there was a comfortable silence. He was looking at you, his expression thoughtful. "That's… intense," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Really beautiful, though." He paused. "It's, like, really vulnerable, too."

You shrugged a little. "Yeah, well," you said. "Poetry. It's kind of my thing."

You paused, then added, "I think that kind of love, the 'from afar' kind, is the purest, biggest love a human being can feel. But also the one that's hurts the most. It's all about the heart, no expectations, no conditions."

He nodded slowly. "I can see that," he said. "There's a certain… power in that kind of selfless love, isn't there?"

You nodded back. "Yeah." You felt a little exposed, but it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. It was… nice.

You stood up and checked on the pizza. Perfect. You set the table, and he came over, a smile on his face."Smells amazing," he said.

He took a bite, his eyes widening. "Wow," he said. "This is… seriously good. Best pizza I've had in ages." He polished off a slice.

"You've got some serious culinary skills."

"Thanks," you said, pleased. "It's my secret recipe."

You grabbed a beer from the fridge, handing it to him. "Perfect pairing," he declared. You shook your head, still a little in disbelief.

"I still can't believe I'm sitting here, eating pizza with you," you said, laughing a little. "This has been the best night. Thank you for keeping me company.”

"The pleasure was all mine," he said, his eyes meeting yours. "I really enjoyed tonight, too. The dancing, the poetry… the pizza." He grinned. "It was all perfect."

After you finished eating, he picked up the poetry book again. "Mind if I borrow this?" he asked. "I'd love to read some more of these poems."

"Of course," you said. "Just promise you'll give it back."

"Wouldn't dream of keeping it," he said, carefully tucking the book into his jacket.

As he stood at the door, ready to leave, he turned back to you. "Thank you again for tonight," he said, his voice warm. He stepped closer and, before you knew it, he pulled you into a hug. It was quick, but it was…..AMAZING.

His arms around you, the scent of his cologne… it was the best feeling ever. "Good night," he whispered.

"Good night," you replied, your heart still doing a little happy dance.

He was gone, and you were left standing in your apartment, a dazed smile on your face. It was late, you were exhausted, but you couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Pizza, poetry, dancing, a hug… with him. It felt like a dream.

The next two days were a blur of rehearsals and prep for Saturday's show. Friday was pretaping, and you mostly tried not to just stare at him the whole time. Seriously, he was so captivating to watch. Just pure talent.

After filming wrapped, he came over to you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I've been reading your poems," he said. "They're… really something. You should publish them. Seriously."

You felt a blush creeping up your neck. "Oh, come on," you said, trying to downplay it. "They're not that good."

"They are," he insisted. "They're honest and raw and… beautiful. You have a real gift." He paused, a playful glint in his eyes. "And," he added, "I was thinking… maybe we could have a pizza and poetry night sometime? Just the two of us?"

"Sure," you said, trying to sound all chill. "Sounds fun. But next time, we're watching a movie. My pick."

"Okay, deal," he said. "I'm down for that." He leaned in a little. "You know," he murmured, "it's been really nice getting to know you. I feel… comfortable around you. It's cool."

"Yeah, thank you" you said, your heart doing a little flutter-kick. "I'm glad to hear that." You were trying so hard to play it cool, but inside you were doing a happy dance. You couldn't wait for that movie night.

🎥🎬

Saturday night was electric. The studio buzzed with energy, and you were right in the thick of it, helping the crew wherever you could, but mostly, let's be honest, you were watching him.

He walked in, all in black, those gorgeous curls framing his face, that "dad bod" he rocked so perfectly… you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Honey, you are so in love," Emma whispered, nudging you playfully.

"I mean, who wouldn't be?" you replied, only half-joking. "That man is a Zaddy."

Emma laughed. You started humming.

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb

And, baby, you can turn me on.

And before you knew it, you and Emma were belting out the song, doing a little impromptu dance party.

Then, the stream ended, and he walked up, having clearly heard your little performance. His face was serious. "Who's the sex bomb?" he asked, his voice low.

Oh crap you thought. Emma froze, her eyes wide. You turned around, and there he was.

"I… I'm sorry," you stammered. "I just… couldn't help myself."

He burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding," he said. "I love that song. And, if I may say…" He touched your shoulder lightly. "You're the one."

Your mind went blank. Did he just…?

You managed a "Thank you," your voice a little shaky.

"Are you coming to the after-party?" he asked.

"Nah," you said. "I'm not really a big party person."

"Me neither," he said. "But… would you come with me? Just for a little while?"

Oh my god, is he… asking me out?

"Yes," you managed, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'd love to."

After everything wrapped up, he came over. "Come on," he said, taking your hand. "Let's go."

Walking into the after-party with him was surreal. Everyone was looking at you, and you suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious. He got you a drink, and then, he asked you to dance. It was a slow song, and when he took your hand and pulled you close, his hand resting on your waist, you thought you might actually melt. Oh my god. His body was so close to yours, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

What is this man doing to me? You had never felt like this before.

Pedro POV ❤️‍🔥

The music swirled around us, a slow, pulsing beat. She moved with a quiet grace, her body swaying in time with the rhythm. God, I thought, she’s stunning. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was something about her… something mysterious, intriguing. I’d been drawn to her from the moment I’d seen her .

And then I’d heard her poetry…raw, honest, beautiful. Even her slightly awkward, goofy humor. And her food. Everything about her was captivating me in a way I didn’t quite understand.

I pulled her a little closer, my hand resting lightly on her waist. Her perfume was intoxicating. Damn, I thought. I wanted her. Badly. But I didn't want to rush things. There was something special about her, something I didn't want to mess up. Her eyes… those intense eyes, and that soft hair… and that silly, unguarded side of her, the way she’d just been dancing and singing without a care in the world. It was captivating.

"I think you're gorgeous," I murmured, my voice low. "I haven't met anyone like you before."

"Thank you," she said, a little breathless. "You're pretty incredible yourself. Seriously, this week has been amazing."

"Mine too," I said, my eyes locking with hers.

When the song ended, a wave of nervousness washed over her. "I should probably get going," she said, suddenly feeling shy.

"I'll drive you," I offered.

She nodded, grateful.

❣️

At your apartment door, he handed you back your poetry book. "Thanks for the dance," he said, a warm smile gracing his lips. "And for a beautiful night."

"It was… the best night ever," you blurted out, then immediately cringed. Smooth.

He hesitated, his breath catching a little. You saw something shift in his expression. Then, he leaned in, cupped your cheek in his hand, and kissed you. It was a sweet, tentative kiss, like he was testing the waters. He pulled back a little, looking almost nervous. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't mean to—"

Before he could finish, you grabbed him and kissed him again, harder this time, all that pent-up energy finally finding an outlet. You didn't want him to apologize. You wanted this. You pulled him inside, kicked the door shut, and suddenly, it was just the two of you. The air between you was electric.

Thanks for the reading ❣️ Please like, reblog or comment. I appreciate it alot. 💖

Chapter 2😉🫦

@pedrohub @pedgito @littlemisspascal

[wwereaderinserts]

Hello!! I want to request a Jon Moxley fic where he and the oc are dating and they are both AEW wrestlers. In a promo, Jon's opposing fighter (can be anyone of his choosing) uses the oc to provoke Jon, insinuating sexual things and being very disrespectful and Mox gets very angry about it.

A/N: I'd like to preface this by saying this will be a one-off thing - I don't watch AEW which is partly why this took me so long to get around to, sorry! Title: Rising Fury Pairing: Jon Moxley x Reader Word Count: 992

Tension crackles in the air like electricity throughout the arena as MJF lowers his mic once his promo has drawn to a close, squaring up to Jon with intensity blazing in his eyes. You’re not sure if he’s expecting Jon to back down and leave the ring or not, but he certainly doesn’t get the desired reaction from him. Instead, Jon remains firmly planted in the centre of the ring with you loyally right beside your partner, his gaze unwavering from MJF’s.

The crowd roars with anticipation of what’s to follow the silent exchange between the pair ahead of their match next week, but amidst the chaos, you notice MJF do a double take towards you. A calculated, slow smirk spreads across his face, almost as though a lightbulb has just sparked up in his head, and he steadily raises his mic back up to his mouth despite him being done with his initial promo.

“Y’know, I actually just thought of something,” MJF begins, taking a step back from Jon to look you both up and down, like he’s sizing the pair of you up, “Something I think you’re too blind to even pick up on.”

You know he’s addressing Jon, but you still quirk a brow out of curiosity and fold your arms, wanting to see where he’s going with this. Jon doesn’t hesitate in scooping his mic back up off the canvas to indulge his upcoming opponent, his interest clearly being equally as piqued as yours.

“Yeah? What’s that? C’mon, don’t get shy on me now.”

Jon eggs him on, and MJF lets out a chuckle with a brief and subtle shake of his head, turning his attention towards you before he speaks again.

“It’s actually not about you. Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not that important. It’s actually about your lovely little girlfriend here.”

MJF;s eyes are fixed on you, and he looks and sounds so smug that it almost makes you want to slap the smile clean off his face before Jon can even think about beating you to the punch. But despite your heart racing with a mix of fear and anger, you let him continue. Jon stands beside you, his fists clenched at his side in irritation at the mere mention of you.

“What about her? Why is she-”

“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to her.” MJF interjects and stares you down, treating Jon like he doesn’t exist, “Didn’t you rise up out of nowhere, huh?”

He smirks and casts you a glance, almost as if he knows something that you don’t. You’re still as bewildered as you were to start off with, and you take a second to turn towards Jon in a swift attempt to placate him, willing him to not intervene here for a moment as you take the mic out of his grasp.

“Well, not really. I worked my ass off to make it here, if you didn’t already know.”

You stand your ground, your heart still racing as you lock eyes with MJF. He scoffs and rolls his eyes at you, barely missing a beat as he fires back at you.

“Oh, is that what they’re calling it these days? It’s okay, you can tell everyone you slept your way to the top. We all know that’s what it really is, anyway. It’s why you’re even with him in the first place. No need to keep bullshitting us all, we all know you’ll move onto the next one soon enough.”

MJF stuns you into silence, any and all words of retaliation you wanted to use to defend yourself with completely abandoning your train of thought. Jon, on the other hand, does not waste a single second in defending your honour, not willing to listen to any more of the bullshit that will inevitably spew from his mouth.

He’d kept his composure the entire time he’d been sharing the ring with MJF during this segment, but Jon finally snaps the moment MJF puts disrespect on your name the way he did. Jon almost instantly lunges at him, unleashing a barrage of punches on him, and you’re almost caught in the crossfire of it all.

“That’s bullshit! You don’t get to fucking talk about her like that! Keep her name out of your mouth!”

Jon screams, finally flooring him with no intention of stopping his assault on him. You know better than to get involved immediately, saving yourself from inadvertently catching a stray punch from either of the two men. Instead, you back off and let Jon blow off steam, only even considering approaching him when the blows almost come to a complete halt.

“Jon…Jon! He’s done, he’s not getting up!” you call out to him, kneeling by his side, “Let’s just go, get out of here-”

Jon heeds your words, wiping his now bloodied knuckles on his pants before he rises back up to his feet. He’s panting now, hands trembling in pure rage as he gazes down at the aftermath of his outburst.

MJF lays flat on the canvas, his forearm shielding his face from any further blows that may come his way. But they don’t. Instead, Jon snatches the mic back up from where it lays, truly being the one to get the last words in on this heated exchange.

“You ever, and I mean ever talk about my girlfriend like that again, I’ll kill you!” he snarls, barely holding back from kicking MJF when he’s already down, “I promise you, that was just a taster of what I’m gonna do to you next week!”

Jon throws the mic down for good as soon as he’s done, taking a breather to compose himself once more before he turns towards you and takes your hand in his. The crowd erupt with support for you both as you exit the ring together, triumphant and ready to both face and conquer the challenge that lies ahead of you both next week.

[gotskamstuff]

I'm gonna be honest here, words cannot describe how much I hate that Rudison thread on Twitter and how resentful I am to that person for creating it.

The whole thing is narrating fans speculations and rumors as ultimate facts on what happened to Rudy and Madison behind the scenes when in reality NO ONE knows what happened between them for certain and what angers me the most is knowing that these are exactly the type of things that make both of them (especially Rudy) even more distant and cold and detached from the show.

I might be dramatic but this shit could've singlehandedly made things catastrophic for the show, there's no way it hasn't reached them or anyone from the cast/Netflix... like, 18 MILLION views and 80k likes is insane and I know for stuff like this Rudy would lose his mind.

I honestly can't stand when the "fans" act like this towards Rudison, they're always crying about how much they miss them and how they wish they could go back to what they were and then they purposely go on social media doing and saying things that they know damn well Rudy and Madison can't stand at all, it's almost as if they do it on purpose…and then act all surprised when the two of them get uncomfortable on camera.

What good is this gonna do to them and to the show? It's only gonna make things 10 times worse and much more hostile, the only thing this helps with is creating an even bigger fracture and a more uncomfortable environment for them and the rest of the cast/crew.

If Rudy wasn't leaving the show already maybe he will now, 'cause a shit like that going viral to 18 million people AND COUNTING, I know is gonna make him (and Madison) mad.

I'mma be honest, I truly hope they sue for that thread (especially since the account is now monetizing from it with the blue check) 'cause it ain't normal how easily people think they can say and do whatever they want behind a screen about people's personal lives without any repercussions (‘cause news flesh Rudy, Madison and their partners are people whose mental health also matters).

Spreading fan speculations and rumors as real facts and creating such a malicious image for the both of them to MILLIONS is insane.

We always say "omg they're so immature" but to be honest Rudy and Madison have been far too patient for far too long, people constantly say the most deranged things to them and their partners (including friends and families at times) without any consequences...it's not normal.

On the long run shit like this inevitably has consequences on their mental health and their relationships and there’s gonna be a point when they’re gonna be TOO fed up and can’t deal with it anymore, don’t act surprised then if they leave the show, y’all did this and seem pretty happy while doing it.

That thread created such an unpleasant atmosphere right before the release of the new season and attracted so many negative reactions towards them that I honestly don't understand how anyone who calls themselves fans of the show, of Rudy or Madison can be giddy about it.

Play stupid games and win stupid prizes... don't act surprised if Rudy leaves OBX or if they don't look at each other in the face during promo when some "fans" do THE MOST to add fuel to the fire.

It’s less than 2 months since the release of a season that we've waited for almost 2 years and the fandom should be filled with excitement and positivity talking about the story and theorizing about it, yet everyone is doing the most to ruin it focusing on the wrong stuff (which are sadly hard to ignore when the consequences effect the show hence all the fans).

I hope by the time the season comes out y'all will have calmed your tits with the malicious gossips, bunch of Regina George wanna be.

[coleskingdom]

Keep You Safe

Adam Page x reader

Genre Smut , Fluff and a little angst

Warnings 18+

I thought this was going to be way more angst driven but somehow it ended up really sweet

I arrived at the hotel hours after Adam had gone to the arena. I called Matt asking him to leave Adam’s extra key at the desk. Matt warned me that Adam wasn’t going to be happy that he was set in his mind about keeping me away because of Swerve. Matt met me with the key “I’m glad that you’re here, but I know nothing about how you got here.” He said as he hugged me and handed me the key. I let myself into the room and settled on the couch, in time to see his promo and the change to the match. Jesus, this man.

Adam stormed into the hotel room, pacing full of anger and frustration .” Fuck” he yells “ fuck fuck fuck”. “Adam” I say cautiously “baby it’s okay” His blue eyes flash “you’re not supposed to be here, you’re supposed to stay away and stay safe.” He growls grabbing the decanter from the tray and taking a long swig. “Adam, I’m not going anywhere, you need me here and I need you”. His blue eyes narrow emotion raging in his eyes just below the surface. I refuse to break the eye contact and I refuse to backdown.

Silence penetrates the room. He doesn't move. Neither do I stalemate? Neither of us will give up control until he stalks toward me, grabs my shoulders, and crushes his lips to mine.My lips are already parted, and his tongue darts into my mouth. The kiss is raw and frantic. Anger exudes from Adam, anger fueling the urgency of the kiss. He softens the kiss before breaking it and thumbing my lower lip “God, you’re stubborn.”

Then his lips are on mine, his tongue delving between them. The kiss is firmer this time and like a drug and I ache for more, always more with him. As if reading my mind, he reaches down and pushes my shirt up over my breasts. He squeezes one, finding the nipple over the fabric of my bra and tantalizing it with his fingertips.

He releases my breast and trails his hand downward, unbuttoning my jeans. Then his thick fingers are inside my panties , toying with my folds.He breaks the kiss and gasps in a breath. "Fuck, you're so wet. So wet for me." Always, for you Adam” I breathe.

"I need to taste you." He pulls my jeans and panties off before tossing them. He spreads my legs and then stares between them. “ you’re so beautiful, your lips all pretty, swollen and pink. I’m going to devour you, until you beg me to stop” I close my eyes as he swipes his tongue over my opening. He moves away for a moment and nibbles and sucks on my inner thigh.

I moan softly, my eyes still closed.

"Open your eyes"Adam says.

I open them and meet his burning blue gaze. He's on fire-on fire as I am.I want his mouth on me. On my pussy. On all of me.”Keep those gorgeous eyes open," Adam commands. "Don't take them off mine." He buries his face between my legs, his lips and mouth touching all of me at once. He scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me wide as he continues taking me in his mouth. His tongue flickers quickly against my clit then he goes slower so he can suck on it. I can't take the pressure building inside me. I dig my fingers into his blonde curls, pulling him closer, “Adam, oh god, Adam”

“Come for me, darlin."Adam words send me right to the edge. Then he closes his lips around my clit and sucks gently and I am coming hard, convulsing around him, crying out his name.

“Darlin “ Adam says softer than his voice had been all evening. Taking my hand and pulling me to standing, he removes the shirt over my head and removes my bra. “So fucking perfect” he says. He leads me towards the king size bed, I lay down on my side my eyes never leaving him. Adam takes off his shirt and undoes the button of his jeans lowering them and standing there in his tight black boxers. I admire his body as I take in a deep breath reminding myself how lucky I am to call this man mine. “Adam, I need you” I said the outline of his thick erection visible in his boxers. Adam strode to the bed joining me there.

Adam hovered over me, “Darlin’, I can’t lose you, I’ll burn everything down to protect you. There’s nothing I won’t do.” he said in a primal protective growl before kissing me long and slow now pouring all of his emotion of love and fear into the kiss. We lie on the bed and kiss languidly. I enjoy the weight of him on me and the caress of his hands as they rub my arms, down my legs, over my hip, and across my stomach. I scrape my fingertips down the taut muscles of his back to his firm ass. I palm his erection through the front of his boxers and he tweaks a nipple. It sends a jolt all the way down to my clit and I gasp. I slip my hand into his boxers. He's so hard, his tip slick with pre-cum. I'm already wet and needy for him again but this discovery makes me want to ravage him. He moves my hand from his boxers, “No darlin not this time, let me take my time.” Adam’s eyes pleading with me to understand and to give in. He kissed my breasts , and moved down my body, pausing at my abdomen and laying his head there for a moment. I reached my hand down to play with his curls in a soothing motion, that I was his to use as he needed to get comfort from me. I was his fully and completely. His kisses moved lower, his hands gently spreading my thighs and he settled him self there. He took his time, licking and sucking, teasing and dragging out my pleasure. He fucked me with his tongue, he kept a constant pressure and rhythm as my pleasure built and the coil snapped, my juices flowing into his mouth. “Adam” I whimpered desperately, “please, I need you inside me.”

He shoves his boxers down the rest of the way off and then he's back over me, covering us up in the blankets. I'm enveloped in warmth, strong arms, soft kisses, and plush blankets. He hovers over me “Hi” he whispers, “Hi” I say back. It’s like we are in our own little world. We take our time kissing and touching, almost painfully slow. It’s like everything is new.

The tips of his fingers move slick between my legs, and then the broad, thick tip of him is there, nestled right at my entrance. I sigh as he pushes the head inside. This is home, him here with me safe, is all I will ever need. He strains his eyes closed and lets out a choked whimper as I squeeze his hips between my thighs and pull him in the rest of the way. Inch by inch we connect. He's warm and silky inside me, filling me up completely, and it couldn't feel more perfect. Adam on top of me, pinning me down and driving into me, taking control, fucking me, claiming me. I kiss his neck, licking the salt from his skin and dig my nails into his back as his thrusts become more frenzied. He hits the spot inside me that makes everything tingle and throb and I instinctively bear down against him as he keeps pumping.

"Don't stop. Right there." I slip my hand down between us to rub my swollen clit. My stomach contracts and my back arches at the contact. I cry out as the sparks of pleasure coil and ebb deep within me. Adam brushed my fingers away and takes over. It feels even better to have him playing with my clit, flicking, circling, and pinching it, coaxing out every delicious sensation as he finds his own pleasure in fucking me. “Are you with me?” Adam asked “Yes. I'm...I'm close." I writhe under him as the tension blossoms inside me.”God, Adam don’t stop”

My pussy clamps down on him like a fist and he shoves into me two more times before he, too, is shuddering from his release. His arms are shaking as he empties himself inside me, his body jerking with the intensity. But his eyes are on mine and they're soft and wet.

Even after he stills, we don't part. We lie tangled together, breathless, warm, and sated. I gaze at him as he smiles down at me and as he moves in to press gentle kisses to my lips, “I love you” Adam whispers as the blankets are still over our head in a perfect cocoon “ I love you too” I said. When we finally bring the covers down Adam settles beside me putting his head on my stomach my hand lazily playing in his hair. He falls asleep, a sleep he hasn’t had in months. “Adam” I whisper into the darkness “ there’s nothing I won’t do to protect you and make sure that you’re safe.”

[valleyruler]

❝We are the children of the Sun! The love for everyone, always on the run...the fire in our eyes, the passion never dies, we're the chosen ones!❞

This is an independent and mutuals only Disney Dreamlight Valley, Oliver Adams, player RP blog! Heavily headcanon-based character. Mun’s Ollie (they/them pronouns). If you’d like to interact and/or spread the word around, feel free to like/reblog this promo if interested and I’ll come check ya out!

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[atiny-for-life]

Xikers Full Storyline Explained - Part 1

Masterlist

Rockstar

We're kicking off on a shot of a dark modern city only interrupted by a beam of light reaching down into the center between the clusters of skyscrapers

While we're initially focused on Minjae, we're quick to find out that more beams are popping up and they're shining right down on all 10 members spread across the city - they're the chosen ones, but chosen for what?

At the moment, all of Xikers are still in school and they seem to be attending the same one

We find Seeun alone in a class room with a tattoo on the side of his neck - "777-E-7" - throughout the course of the video, we'll see that each member has their own tattoo and they're all different - they were presumably labeled by the school for the company Namoo, so they could be easily assigned their Coordinate Ball (learn more about this here)

Going by the lyrics, we're dealing with a bunch of little rebels who don't care for school rules - they dress messily, show attitude when they so please and really just wanna have fun, and their rebellious attitude is exactly what gets them chosen by TRICKY, the powerful being which will soon give them their powers...

They also use the phrase "Ullaeli Kkollaeli" which is both "a Korean word that is used when you’re teasing or making fun of someone" (source) and the title of a song by 1Team, a now disbanded group with two former members that had participated in MIXNINE - the same survival show four of Ateez's eight members had participated in (I just thought that was interesting since Hongjoong worked on the full album as writer, composer and arranger)

Throughout the following shots, the world around them begins to change - graffiti appears and begins to move and spread, becoming animated

Note that its all kept in white and blue, just as the wisps were in Tricky House which was released prior but follows this one in terms of chronology

Going frame-by-frame, we can also catch a little easter egg as Jinsik is taking in the warped reality spreading around him: a promo for Tricky House

They sing about feeling free, having their worries disappear, being reborn and behind Seeun, the first blue and white goblin flames appear, once again heavily reminiscent of the spirit wisps we saw in Tricky House - an omen for the appearance of dokkaebi

The fire billows up from the chalkboard drawing of an eye - a shape we have seen and continue to see a lot throughout the course of this MV

And indeed, the spirits enter the scene shortly after as Xikers perform in what seems to be an abandoned warehouse

They circle them, crowding ever closer and speeding up until they've formed a full on storm

In its center, Hunter captures one of the wisps in his fist; it begins to glow - presumably, the other members did the same

This is them being chosen as the key players in TRICKY's newest game (see: The TRICKY's Secret, or for a more detailed explanation: Bonus 1 - TRICKY)

In the next verse, the lyrics shift from the present to their dreams for the future: getting attention, making it big in the music industry, feeling comfortable with being the center of attention, aiming for the stars

The spirits follow each of them individually as they move separately but the wisps shift from a more comic book style to the familiar blue fiery look as Xikers come back together and leap through the air in this gorgeous shot

As they perform in a large empty building with gray tile floors and glass walls and ceiling, another storm begins to brew and is quick to encase them fully

The lyrics shift to a darker, more vulnerable tone: "The scars I buried in my heart / And the past I hid / Can't kill me, can't stop me / Play the music louder"

Caught in the eye of the storm, they all begin to look up

Looking down at them is a blue iris, its pupil slitted like a cat's or snake's, likely belonging to Tricky who has chosen them to host these spirits as means of keeping him entertained for the foreseeable future

They've now become the key players in a planet-sized board game.

We get a close up of Hunter's eyes as the blue fire brims and overflows behind them - the spirit has become a part of him and the other members - their fates have now been sealed

[deancasswitchbang]

Missionary Man

Author: AmberXBoone (@amberxboone​) Artist: Tallula03 (@alicetallula​) Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence  Tags: Murder Husbands, AU (no Supernatural), Lawyer Castiel, neuroscientist Dean WInchester, rock band Dean Winchester, anal sex, oral sex, shower sex,  References to gun violence, stabbings, gore, references to domestic violence, unsafe sex, blood covered sex, drug use/drug use reference

Summary: Castiel Novak, Esq. is a struggling Manhattan attorney who has made one too many mistakes at work. In order to make up for it, partners Chuck Shurley and Zachariah Adler task him with killing the star witness in the firm's biggest trial, a fraud case against Niveus Pharmaceuticals. That witness is disgraced whistleblower neuroscientist Dean Winchester, who has been playing rock star since being fired from his job. But after stalking Dean in the bars and clubs where his band plays, Castiel winds up in Dean's bed instead, and the two decide to take out the people after them to save themselves. Promo: Dean reaches down to Castiel, pulls him back up until he’s standing, kisses Castiel like no one has kissed him before. “Who are you, Castiel? Why have you been everywhere I’ve been for like a week?”

Castiel kisses him back, slips his tongue along the edges of Dean’s lips. “I’m supposed to kill you.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that.” Dean’s fingers move up to Castiel’s face. “You’re not doing a good job.”

“I know. I don’t really think I ever intended to do a good job.” Castiel lets his hands fall to Dean’s waist. “At least, not once I saw you.”

“So who sent you to do it? Hitman hired by my ex-boss to stop me from telling the truth at that fucking trial next month?” Dean presses his forehead into Castiel’s. “I always hated that asshole. How much did he say he’d pay you?”

“No, no not a hitman, or whatever. Not professionally, I mean.” Castiel can still feel the water raining down on his body. “I’m a lawyer—for the firm representing Niveus”

“They’re sending lawyers to kill people now?” Dean’s lips brush against Castiel’s as he speaks. “Do you charge hourly for that?”

“I don’t know, probably.” Castiel’s knee is in between Dean’s legs, pinning him up against the wall. “It was basically get you out of the way or lose my job. I think I know which way things are going now.”

“You can kill me right now. I won’t make a sound.” Dean kisses Castiel’s again, fingertips running along his jaw.

“The only thing I want to do to you is this—what we did last night, what we’re doing right now.” Castiel takes a step back, away from Dean, just enough to see all of him. His soaking wet body, the way droplets of water run down his chest, to his stomach, dripping off his thighs. “Fuck, that’s all I can even think about right now.”

Dean slips around Castiel, letting their skin touch as he climbs out of the shower. He runs a towel over his face, the eyeliner traces disappearing, before tying it around his waist. Strands of hair are all stuck to his forehead, and Castiel can

barely even remember how wound up here, or why he’s here. All he can do is watch Dean under the stark white bathroom lights and imagine all the things he wants to do to him, to his body. He wants to bend Dean over right here, over the bathroom counter, fuck him until he can’t take being fucked any more. Hold Dean face-down on the floor, spread him apart, make forget about every word Castiel had just told him. Make him forget about everything, everyone in the entire goddamn world, but Castiel.

But Dean turns off the shower, pulls Castiel by the wrists, until he’s back on the tiled floor, until their bodies are touching again. “You know what’s going to happen now, right?”

“I lose my job. Maybe worse. Probably worse.” Castiel can feel the fabric of Dean’s towel rubbing into him. “Maybe I’m the one at the bottom of a river with my brains blown out by the end of the weekend.”

“No.” Dean’s tongue finds its way between Castiel’s teeth. “We get them before they get us.”

POSTING BETWEEN APRIL 23rd AND MAY 6th, 2023!  

[hellishvxbes]

🔥🔥🔥

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )

Okay. I struggled to come up with some topics to talk about for a while plus just issues through the entirety of this week. BUT I FIGURED IT OUT.

🔥 - PROMOS. tbh, promo's main use were to help roleplayers find other roleplayers, to spread the word about your blog and find more partners and people to make friends and broaden your experiences with learning about new and exciting fandoms. Now I just find them tedious, and annoying to make. if you aren't a popular blog the odds of your promo being reblogged and spread around is so minimal. it also just feels like clout chasing at this point. and yeah nothing wrong with reblogging your promo and having your friends hype you up, but then ppl wonder why they think the rpc is so alienating? cuz someone else will reblog their promo's expecting the same thing and they don't get it and then they feel left out. but if its just so you can get some nice thrown at you, it just feels like more clutter for my dash especially if I'm already following you. now if you're a NEW blog. if you just joined a fandom, and you want some exposure, I'm down for that because that is what a promo is supposed to be for.

🔥 - Personals. I actually like personals. sometimes personals care more about what I post than my own followers. i get ppl being upset if they reblog their threads, but liking your posts? and maybe reblogging a headcanon or something but idk i guess for me that stuff just doesn't bother me. I love when people reblog my headcanon and they agree. or they add onto it, with their own thoughts. or they tell me how much they love it. makes me feel seen. makes me feel cool. i just think people forget that tumblr is NOT a roleplay site. yes, we found a use to tailor it to our hobby, that doesn't mean everyone who comes across our blogs know that. they arent apart of our community, what makes you think they have to abide our guidelines for it? tbh, roleplayers have just gotten entitled to thinking that tumblr is supposed to bow to our whim. we share a space with non roleplayers. to demand, and just expect ppl are just going to see your rules and read them and respect it rght away?? come on ya'll. we know to look for rules cuz its what we've been doing for years, but you can't expect that from strangers who are likely mobile bound just seeing something you wrote in the tags. its gonna happen. i just dont like the mannerisms some people have with them. you dont gotta be rude about it. if its really bothering you just block them and be done. problem solved. going out of your way to make posts about how annoying they are is just unnecessary.

🔥 - duplicates. this is one is gonna get me fired but oh well. Ya'll we have GOT to love ourselves better. because it is plain and simple insecurity for why people feel they cant talk or write with duplicates. i know it does deeper in some cases, like your current partner leaving you for the shinny new roleplayer of the same muse you write. believe me I've been there. but fuck those people. when are we gonna stop letting others dictate how we feel about ourselves? i hate seeing shit when a new roleplayer pops up with the same muse and suddenly you get the vaguing posts about 'suddenly feeling very doubtful of my portrayal' like its not obvious you are threatened. and in this fandom??? we're i follow like 30 different alastors?? lucifers?? Angels"?? all different, all got something to add and share. i got news for you but your portrayal isnt the only ONE. its not the end all be all. and yes I talk to my ego all the time, cuz there are some muses i write where i'm like I AM THE GOD FATHER OF THIS MUSE. but thats me and my own pride, doesnt mean anyone else who writes this muse is less than me. or i'm suddenly less than them. and there are portrayals i dont fuck with. i simply just do not look their way. but theres always muses i love roleplaying with duplicates cuz its FUN. also being able to talk to people who love this muse as much as you?? learn to stop looking at everything like its a competition and things will not be as stressful. its what makes this hobby unfun when you let those insecurities eat you up. im not saying its not valid, and im not saying you cant be upset, but what does it really do for you? what would happen if you just went and talked to them? imagine it goes well? you make a new friend. dont deny yourself opening a door just because you are scared of what 'might' be behind it. and its something I am learning and teaching myself. our issue is we all wanna be see, and heard. we all wanna be the absolute best. we wanna have the best portrayal like this sort of acknowledgement does anything. cuz while I know ppl love my own portrayals, still doesn't change the fact that i got issues and i cry myself to sleep still. the 'love' i get on here, ain't a fix. and if you think seeking validation on tumblr dot com is gonna fix you? its not. the attention and love we seek on here is just a placeholder, its us using this as a distraction from actually fixing our problems, and turn i still see how so many of us are unhappy. let it go.

[imperishable-backrooms]

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[dynamicard007]

Are Your Lawn Care Plastic Postcards Not Working?

In an era where the world around us is growing more and becoming more “digital” with each passing day, there are many skeptics that don’t understand the advantage direct mail marketing offers. Often times we hear from businesses that they tried direct mail but it didn’t work. After all we are in a digital age that allows you to reach out and make contact with a client as soon as five minutes after they wake up in the morning, how much good can a Plastic Postcard mailer actually do?

Well they can do a lot! Here are reasons why your direct mail campaign wasn’t successful in the past:

You Focused More About Your Company Than Your Potential Customers

Look at your direct mail or advertising campaigns and evaluate these areas:

·         Ratio of Empathy & Authority:  Look at each word you choose. Imagine your campaign as a recipe. Authority is the salt. Just a pinch will do. Don’t make your throw your award seals, credentials, etc at your potential customers.

·         Photography Messages:  Get rid of the stock photos! Instead hire a professional and put clients in your images, using their spaces and living their life to the fullest.

Your Offer Sucks

Lets not beat around the bush, and point out the elephant in the room. If you are going to stand out in a sea of future recycling bin filler, you need to make a few changes to your deal:

·         Generous Incentives: If your offer isn’t going to make your competitors nervous, then don’t even offer one. Think about how much you’d pay to acquire a new customer. What is it worth to you now and in the lifetime value of the client? You’re interrupting their life with your promo. Make it worth their while to do something now.

·         Urgency:  Don’t run the same promo over and over. Give a firm expiration date that isn’t too far out. Your prospects need a fire lit under them.

·         Easy Process:  People don’t buy the best. They buy what’s easy. When possible, your ad or mailers should show in less than 3 steps how your prospect can go from frustrated to confident and worry-free. Stop over-explaining before the prospect responds.

Marketing to the Wrong Problems

Lawn care and landscaping companies are notorious for marketing to external problems. “Install a patio. Spray your lawn for weeds.”

But your prospects don’t buy because of external problems. They buy because you have used empathy to connect with their internal problems. “I can’t even use my patio to entertain because this patio is so small.” Or…“I’ just wasted my Saturday morning spreading this stuff on my lawn and these weeds are still there!”

Instead you want to identify these internal problems and then subtly connect an external solution to them in your ads and mailers.

You’re Relying on Only One Platform

Next time you’re ready to create a campaign, consider how many ways you can deliver the offer to prospective clients. Instead of only using a print ad or mailer, add at least 2-3 of these as well:

·         Facebook ads

·         Email marketing

·         Calling campaign

·         Promotional banner/widget on your website’s homepage

·         Digital retargeting ads

·         Door hangers/invoice inserts

The more times your prospect sees your promotion, the more likely they will reach out to you. It’s easy to ignore the one postcard that came in the mail. It’s harder to forget when your ad seems to be everywhere they go.

Successful Lawn Care Mailers and Landscaping Advertising Means Doing the Work

Sound like a lot of work? It actually is. But if you want to stop flushing your marketing dollars down the toilet, then it’s a necessary step to make better decisions based on data instead of frustrated gut feelings. Your campaigns could be doing better (or worse) than you think. Contact Dynamicard today!

[the-muse-coven]

psd cr. A multimuse MULTI-FANDOM rp blog written by Tene/Tenebris, he/they. 23, dark & adult themes present

oc, crossover, and multimuse friendly!

Reblogs & signal boosts appreciated! (but not required)

[rainchyna]

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

warnings! [i got too excited don’t come for me, cussing, kinda smutty? fluff]

☆ your entire gimmick was being crazy. you were the insane wrestler who was spreading distress and destruction everywhere you went.

☆ beating your opponents with a metal bat wrapped in barbed wire? yes. throwing them through tables that have been set on fire? of course. spearing people onto a pile on thumbtacks? hell yeah.

☆ you were pure chaos.

☆ raven always watched you from afar, he could never bring himself to approach you, even though outside being a literal psychopath, you seemed really sweet.

☆ he’d sneak into the crowd to watch all your matches, he listened to every promo you’d cut, every backstage segment you did, he watched everything you did.

☆ it didn’t take that long for him to develop an obsession with you.

☆ he loved every little bit of you, from you hair down to the smallest, most subtle details of your clothes. everything.

☆ the only reason you two got closer was because you were put in a love angle. you were the couple that broke everything and everyone. every time you had a match together, the ring would be left in shambles, bits of broken tables, announcers desk would be absolutely gone and steel chairs are thrown everywhere.

☆ you two were also unironically hilarious, your funniest segments were the ones were those that were unintentionally funny. the fans absolutely adored you.

☆ you two began hanging out outside work often, doing to diners, watching crappy movies, you were surprised by how much you had in common, even though he already knew everything he could about you, it endeared him to you a lot.

☆ your attire became almost identical to his, only difference was that your flannel was blue instead of red.

☆ you would cause chaos backstage, always doing the most unhinged bullshit ever. even though you would get on everyone’s nerves, they found you two as the sunshines of the ecw roster.

☆ you weren’t shocked when he asked you out, it was expected. you two were exceptionally close and could feel yourself develop a crush on the curly head, while he was already head over heels for you.

☆ you first date was at a fun fair, he wanted to go on every single ride with. each last one, he bought you almost every type of food and/or drink that was being sold and tried to win every single plushy he could from those dart throwing games.

☆ at the end of the night, you both got on the ferris wheel, where he asked you to be his. and you obviously couldn’t say anything but yes to him. your little, crazy yet adorable boyfriend.

☆ he’d follow you everywhere like a lost puppy, almost always holding your hands, or wrapping his arms around your shoulders. he was quite shy around you which you found adorable.

☆ he always kept an eye on you, you had quite a lot of fans who would do anything for you to give them your attention. but you were his, and it didn’t matter to him how much another person wanted you. you weren’t going anywhere away from him.

☆ is absolutely obsessed with kissing you, your lips, forehead, cheeks, hands, anywhere and everywhere on you must me kissed.

☆ would rather die than go anywhere without you. the supermarket? yes. a pharmacy? wait for him, that sketchy corner shop that sells your favourite ice cream? hold on, he’s putting his shoes on.

☆ wants you to choke him.

☆ spoils you so much it gets ridiculous some times.

☆ lives for you playing with his hair, so just taking care of it in general, washing it, brushing it, giving him trims. he loved.

☆ LOVES when you do the ‘sitting in the corner on the ring’ promos together.

☆ really clingy, wants hugs and cuddles 24/7

☆ loves it when you sit on his lap

☆ huge on physical touch and words of affirmation, he’s constantly telling you that he loves you and that he’ll absolutely do anything for you. just little words of encouragement too.

☆ physically and mentally lags every time he sees you tied down beneath him, especially in that crucifix position (if you catch my drift)

☆ leaves hickeys and love bites all over you body, loves letting everyone know that they can look but never touch, because he’s unhinged and he will shank them.

☆ absolute, total, sweetheart.

☆ 293/10, most definitely recommended.

[notblazikenmask]

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[cugzarui]

translation may not be 100% accurate

[translation: i swear that hamas' explanations arnt explanations, it's literally gaslighting and molding* history in its purest form. they spread so many lies and call us brainwashed even when we have believable evidence, and them? they have posts from people who are open secret antisemites and spread fake news, not to mention the hadid sisters who are as palestinian as i'm a unicorn sorry, or mia khalifa, a promo** actress who isn't allowed in lebanon, her own country, and that's just the tip of the iceberg.

sadly their "explanations" are working, im trying to understand how i argued with feminist women who deny that women were raped in the 7th of october, lgbt's who argue that pink wash is a word that was invented to describe israel, jews who support palestine and won't listen to facts and mock the 7th of october, and so many people who make up dumb stuff like some bull about olive trees and if israel can't exist without violence then i guess we don't deserve to exist (based on a true story) not to mention the idiot that said he won't read all the shit i write with proof against every little lie he told me because i'm a zionist. and then by the way the idiot called me brainwashed.

i'm trying to understand how exactly they could perform a massacre in a terrible scale, the largest massacre that's been done to jews ever, and people shut up. people have shut up for a week two weeks, and then they started going at israel, sorry but if you stayed quiet when 1400 israelis were slaughtered stay quiet when israel fights back.

interesting by the way that now they're quiet after they begged for a cease fire for more than two weeks, why? because they can't talk about it without mentioning the captives that they denied the existence of for over a month.]

translation notes:

* an unusual phrase. if it has an english equivalent i don't know it. i translated it literally.

** left untranslated. a deliberate mutation of an english word.

אני נשבעת שההסברה של החמאס זה לא ההסברה, זה ליטרלי gaslight בצורתו הטהורה ביותר וגילוף היסטוריה. הם מפיצים כלכך הרבה שקרים וקוראים לנו שטופי מוח בזמן שלנו יש הוכחות אמינות, להם? פוסטים של אנשים שזה סוד פתוח שהם אנטישמים ומפיצים פייק ניוז, שלא לדבר על האחיות חדיד שסליחה הם פלסטיניות כמו שאני חד קרן, או מיה קליפה, שחקנית פרומו שאסור לה להיכנס ללבנון, המדינה שלה, וזה רק קצה הכפית.

לצערנו ה"הסברה" שלהם עובדת, אני מנסה להבין איך אני התווכחתי עם נשים פמנסיטיות שמכחישות לי שנאנסו נשים ב7 לאוקטובר, להטבים שטוענים שפינק ווש זאת מילה שהומצאה כידי לתאר את ישראל, יהודים שתומכים בפלסטין ולא מוכנים להקשיב לעובדות ולגנות את ה7 באוקטובר, וכלכך הרבה אנשים שממציאים לי דברים מפגרים כמו חירטוט על עצי זית ואם ישראל לא יכולה להתקיים בלי אלימות אז כנראה שלא מגיע לנו להתקיים (מבוסס על סיפור אמיתי) שלא לדבר על האידיוט שאמר לי שהוא לא עומד לקרוא את כל השיט שכתבתי עם הוכחות והפרות של כל שקר קטן שהוא אמר לי בגלל שאני ציונית. ואז אגב האידיוט קרה לי שטופת מוח.

אני מנסה להבין איך בדיוק הם יכלו לבצע טבח בקנה מידה נוראי, הטבח הכי גדול שנעשה נגד היהודים אי פעם, ואנשים סותמים. אנשים סתמו שבוע שבועיים, ואז התחילו לצעת על ישראל, סליחה אבל אם נשארתם בשקט שטבחו 1400 ישראלים תשארו בשקט שישראל נלחמת חזרה.

מעניין אגב שעכשיו הם בשקט אחרי שיותר משובעיים הם מתחננים להפסקת אש, למה? כי הם לא יכולים לדבר עליה בלי להזכיר את החטופים שהם מעל לחודש מכחישים שקיימים.

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Cracks in the Wall 1.6K

a little ficlet inspired by my thoughts on the recent promo for 5b and then seeing this post by @loveyourownsmiilee which consolidated those thoughts

Seeing as we’re having Buck help patch up Eddie’s wall next week thought I’d rebloged this fic with Buck. a crack in the wall and some repair work

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There’s a crack in his bedroom wall. It was there before they moved in. It’s getting bigger. It used to be barely visible, just a hairline fracture, easy to miss, easier to ignore. Now it’s spreading; a web of fractured lines splintering off from the main problem.

He might as well be looking in a mirror.

The crack was there before they moved in and it’s probably going to be there when he leaves one day.

Unless he does something about it.

Think about a time that you felt the most afraid

That’s what he’d been told to do. He hadn’t then. He tries not to now but the crack is getting bigger.

A question floats around in his mind.

What are you afraid of?

Scared.

Frightened.

Afraid.

Three words.

They all mean the same thing. Don’t they? So what is he scared of; nothing or everything? He can’t decide.

Fear is a funny thing. He’s literally survived war and fire, bullets ripping through his body. He’s looked death in the face more than once, surely that’s what scares him most. Dying, leaving Christopher alone. He should choose any one of any number of moments that still haunt his nightmares.

It doesn’t quite fit though.

Christopher won’t be alone, he’s got a plan for that.

So what does he choose?

He’ll work up to it, start small.

Spiders frighten him. He can’t stand them, the way they lurk in corners then race across the floor when he doesn’t expect them.

No one knows that apart from Christopher.

And Buck.

Buck had once rescued him from a particularly hairy beast with Christopher laughing at him in the background. He’d cupped the wretched creature in his hands while Eddie had shuddered in horror. Buck had smiled softly at him and said ‘I’ve got you.’

Three more words.

The way Buck will say things like that. The way he looks when he says it. How it makes him feel when he does.

That scares him. It’s not the first time he’s been scared by words.

You’re a father

She left you

Is that enough?

I just thought…

Cute kid, yours?

So, sentences with three words seem to be an issue. Maybe he should tell Frank that.

We broke up

Buck had said those three words and he hadn’t looked sad, he’d looked hopeful.

He’d been afraid then, hearing those words had made his heart race, his palms sweat. They knocked on a door he wasn’t ready to open, that he was too scared to open. He’d taken a step backwards because there are three more words he’s scared of, big words, loud words, and he doesn’t know if he’s more afraid to say them or hear them.

Each time only three words and his heart almost stops. They don’t answer the question though.

Think about a time that you felt the most afraid.

Most afraid

He knows the truth. He just doesn’t want to look at it but he knows he needs to.

There’s a crack in his wall, he’s been staring at it but now it’s staring back.

He doesn’t remember much about that day but he remembers those three words.

Are you hurt?

Words that had mattered more than anything else to him in that moment.

Words he’d said, then held on long enough to hear the answer.

Three words that shine a light on the thing that he is the most afraid of. They shine far too brightly, illuminating how he feels about Buck.

If he looks he’ll see; see how important he is, how much he matters. And why.

In the dark it's easier to pretend it’s because of his son but it’s not, the light is pushing through now, making the truth glint and glimmer like gold. Staring at the ever widening crack in his wall, for the first time he allows himself to admit that it’s not just because of Chris.

There’s a crack in his wall and it's getting bigger. It will be there forever unless he does something about it.

He knows what he’s most afraid of.

He faces it for the first time. He’s most afraid of looking too closely and seeing too much, of having to say yes that’s the truth about me.

Of having to say I don’t think I’m who I was told to be, I’m not who I thought I was.

Of having to answer the questions that follow; Who am I? What do I want?

Who do I want?

He’s been called a hero, he went to war twice, he runs into fires but he’s not brave enough for that, not by himself.

His eyes track the familiar fractures again. The crack won’t fix itself.

He closes his eyes and listens to the rain outside, the noise against his window is soothing. He likes the rain, it's so different from when he was younger. There was never any rain then, when he lay in his bed and stopped himself thinking about things he thought he shouldn’t want, knew he couldn’t have; his buried memories are interrupted by his phone vibrating as a message arrives. He reads it and gets up to open the door.

Buck’s on the other side of his front door, he’s wet, he must have come here through the rain. It drips off him, puddles form at his feet and it reminds Eddie of the ocean. Buck survived the ocean once, swam through it and kept Eddie’s heart safe, brought it back to him. The distance they’ve let grow between them might as well be an ocean now seeing how far he’s let Buck drift away.

He misses him so much.

Buck stands there and says three new words.

“Let me help.”

And his eyes say please, please let me.

It feels like nothing else matters but this moment between them. It stretches as he stares into blue eyes that change like the ocean. Buck waits to see what happens next.

Can he do it?

Can he let Buck in?

Can he let him help?

More words flood his mind

You can have my back

Or you could have mine

I love kids

Buck helped

You’re a miracle worker

You know I wouldn’t

I know you wouldn’t

He does know.

Buck wouldn’t; wouldn’t hurt him or mock him, wouldn’t reject him or be disgusted no matter how he felt about Eddie’s own feelings, and has so many feelings. He’s afraid they might shatter him if looks at them too closely, if he sets them free.

So that’s what he’s most afraid of but he’s not afraid of Buck, not afraid of letting him help and he needs help, so very very much. Eddie closes his eyes and nods. He steps forward, it's only the first step on the journey he has to take but now he has help and when those arms close around him and tighten he can finally let go of a breath he’s been holding his whole life.

He puts in the work and Buck helps, he always has. It’s not easy but he makes his way one step at a time until one day he can look at himself and be honest, answer the questions out loud that he’s been so afraid of.

Not long after that he walks into his bedroom looking for Buck, he spends almost all his free waking hours here now. Eddie wants even more of him and maybe it’s time to tell him that. Chris had said he was doing something in Eddie’s room.

He pauses at the doorway, Buck’s back is to him he can’t quite work out what he’s doing, when he does it almost makes him cry. There he is comfortable and happy in Eddie’s home, he’s got his Earbuds in singing to himself and he’s filling in the cracks in Eddie’s wall.

“Hey.”

Buck jumps “Shit you scared me Eds” he pulls out a bud clearly startled but Eddie’s rewarded with a giant smile anyway.

“What you doing?”

Buck taps at the wall with his finger “There was a crack, spotted it a while ago, finally got round to fixing it.” He suddenly looks unsure, worried he’s overstepped “Is that ok? Thought I’d paint it later.”

Eddie looks at the wall, the cracks are all filled in, still a little more to do before they blend in completely but so much better, ready for the next step. So is he. He runs a finger lightly over the wall.

“It’s perfect, thank you”

Buck shrugs the compliment off “nah nothing really, just want to help.”

“You do.” Eddie can’t keep the emotions out of his eyes or voice and he doesn’t want to anymore. Buck smiles at him with a puzzled little frown surprised by the tone of his voice maybe.

“You do help, all the time. Why?" Buck doesn’t look away, he thought he might.

“You know why. It's you.”

Eddie huffs.

What are you most afraid of

He has a new answer now. Missing this, missing what he could have with the man in front of him because he’s too scared to say how he feels.

It’s a good job he’s learnt to face his fears.

“You have spackle on your face.” with a smile he reaches out, touches Buck's cheek to rub away the offending smudge with his thumb, then doesn’t move his hand away, leaves it resting on Buck's cheek.

Buck expression shifts, becomes all doubtful optimism. His own hand comes up and covers Eddie’s. His smile is small and gentle,

“It’s ok Eddie, whenever you’re ready. I don’t mind waiting.”

Buck’s been waiting for him, he’s been patient for so long. He doesn’t need to be patient anymore.

“I’m ready now.”

He takes the final step on his journey and when their lips meet Eddie’s not afraid of anything anymore.

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