#Word Spreads Like Fire

[the-muse-coven]

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[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.”

[imabillyami]

can you pleaseeeee do me a no.2 with my men. pleaseeee babe

You know how much I love writing this particular rarepair, especially if I get to write them for you 💕

You ask and I shall deliver. Simple as that. Also tagging @crxssjae and @dontletme--cavein cause I remember you enjoyed this ship in the past!

-> Once again for this challenge, which I'm still taking requests for.

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Prompt: this was a mistake

(JimmyKev, 613 words, mature)

“Ugh this was such a mistake.” 

He’s still breathing hard, coming down from what had been an earth-shattering orgasm only a minute ago. That is, if he’s being totally honest with himself - which - as per usual - he’s not. 

An equally out of breath chuckle from next to him “Yup.” 

Of course. In typical Kevin-fashion he isn’t bothered by this at all. Always hung up on and exploding over the tiniest and most insignificant things, but when it came to the most glaring issues, he’d just shrug, possibly laugh it off, and move right along, acting completely indifferent.

Of course this had to be one of those instances. 

It started out easily enough.

Like the two childish hotheads they continuously proved themselves to be, they’d gotten into another squabble with each other. 

And, like the two very functional adults constantly failed to be, they went with the only logical solution and banged it out. Quick and dirty and surprisingly good and addicting. 

After all, all that tension was too good to go to waste, and hate sex was better than no sex at all, right? 

Right? 

Well, now that he’s coming down from the high and living in the aftermath of their stupid decision, he isn’t so sure about that anymore. 

“Relax, I can hear you thinking from all the way over here.” They’re both still flat on their backs, a good bit of distance between their bodies, staring at the ceiling, not daring to look at each other. 

He’s honestly surprised that Kevin is even still here. He fully expected him to be the fuck n’ run type. Apparently he clocked that one wrong though. He’s trying very hard not to think about what this means.

“This shoulda never happened!” He can feel the panic rise inside of him. Oh god, what if anyone finds them out? What if Kevin, the smug and angry and impulsive asshole that he is, uses this against him for all the world to hear? For his family to hear?

All it takes is one scathing promo and he’s ruined forever. Fuck, yeah. This was a total mistake. How could he ever-? 

Before he knows what’s happening, Kevin’s face appears above him and a hand firmly grabs his chin, forcing Jimmy to look at him. 

“Hey. Hey! Relax, okay? Nobody’s gonna know. I won’t tell anyone. You won’t tell anyone. It’s fine!” He says it with such conviction that Jimmy is almost willing to believe him. Almost. 

He still thinks this is his biggest fuck-up to date and that it’ll come back to bite him in the ass. More importantly though, right this second? 

He’s distracted all over again by the close proximity of their faces, more specifically their mouths, just like he’d been earlier. He can still taste Kevin on his lips if he tries. So against better judgment, bringing his tongue out to his bottom lip, that’s exactly what he does.

And while this is still a very very bad idea, the longer he stares at the other man’s lips, the more he wonders if Kevin would wanna do it again. After all, the damage is done already. Might as well. 

And as if he’s suddenly gained the magical power to read Jimmy’s mind, the look on Kevin’s face changes, his eyes getting back that inciting fire in them that had gotten them into this mess in the first place. 

Surprisingly enough he’s the one to ask “Hey… so, uh. You wanna go again?” 

Instead of granting him an answer, Jimmy quickly surges up to connect their lips, the arousal in his gut already spreading like wildfire again.

He thinks that’s a good enough answer anyway.

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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.”

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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]

-Promo Post-

This game is Curtain Fire Shooting Game. Girls do their best now and are preparing. Please watch warmly until it is ready. A new border was found, leading to an inescapable land. A rumor on escaping brings hope...

This is a promo post for an angsty, story-driven multimuse RP sideblog using Touhou characters! Please like and/or reblog if you’d like to interact with this sideblog sometime, and to spread the word as well!

〈《『Ｒｕｌｅｓ』》〉

〈《『Ａｂｏｕｔ』》〉

〈《『Ｍｕｓｅ　Ｌｉｓｔ』》〉

Back to imperishable-prayers

[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]

❝Set me on fire Set me on, set me on fire, whoa, whoa-oh I'm still alive I'm still a- I'm still alive, whoa Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life!❞

Hello, this is an independent and mutuals only Pokemon XY/Kalos Quest/XYZ canon character, Meyer Beaumont, blog! Mun’s Ollie (she/they pronouns). If you’d like to interact or spread the word around, please like or reblog this post if interested. Sideblog to voltagedoubler.

                                       // guidelines // dossier // promo credit //

[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!

[spotsandsocks]

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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[imperishable-prayers]

-Promo Post-

This game is Curtain Fire Shooting Game. Girls do their best now and are preparing. Please watch warmly until it is ready.

This is a promo post for a multimuse RP sideblog for various Touhou characters! Please like and/or reblog if you’d like to interact with this sideblog sometime, and to spread the word as well!

〈《『Ｒｕｌｅｓ』》〉

〈《『Ｂｉｏ』》〉

〈《『Ｒｕｌｅｓ　ｆｏｒ　Ｍｏｂｉｌｅ』》〉

〈《『Ｂｉｏ　ｆｏｒ　Ｍｏｂｉｌｅ』》〉

Muse List because I’m terrible at updating bio pages lol

[fairymint-archive]

Text promo for a multimuse incoming! Do you like Smash Bros.? How about Nintendo? We’ve got canons, we’ve got OCs! Featuring a Villager self insert, with verses for Pokemon, Fire Emblem, Kid Icarus, and more! He’s a gay and trans half ocelot, and learning to be more powerful with his tanuki spells by the day.  And maybe a little fixated on boys. Sorry not sorry~

Please reblog 🔁 to spread the word, and you can like ❤️ if interested! Open to most kinds of content, fandoms, etc.

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