#Word Spreads Like Fire | Promos

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Reconnecting Ringside

Sade is interning at WWE, hoping to gain some insight experience and runs in to Jon, an old friend. What are the chances of these two reconnecting?

Word count: 3.5K

Pairing: Jonathan x OC (Sade)

No warnings, Happy Valentine’s day ❤️••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Jonathan Fatu adjusted his snapback as he strolled through the halls of the WWE Performance Center, his sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. Fresh off a promo rehearsal, he was already thinking about heading back to his hotel—until a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Jonathan Fatu? Is that really you?”

He turned, eyebrows raising in surprise. “Sade?”

There she stood—Sade, his old friend from back home. The years had changed her, but the warm smile and bright eyes were unmistakable. She held a media badge around her neck, a notepad in hand.

“Wow,” Jonathan chuckled, a grin spreading across his face. “Long time no see! What brings you here?”

Sade’s smile widened. “I just started an internship with WWE’s journalism team. Gonna be doing interviews, covering events, all that.”

“No way!” He beamed proudly. “Look at you, making moves. This business is wild, but you’re gonna kill it. Trust me.”

Sade laughed. “I hope so! And I’m pretty sure an interview with a certain Uso has to happen soon.”

Jonathan smirked, his playful side kicking in. “Only if you can handle the heat, ’cause when I’m on the mic, it’s straight fire!”

“Bring it on,” she teased. “Just don’t make me roast you on camera.”

Jonathan laughed loudly, shaking his head. “You ain’t changed a bit.”

Before they could say more, a voice called from down the hall—production needed Jonathan on set. He glanced back at Sade. “Yo, we gotta catch up after this. Dinner tonight?”

“Deal,” she replied.

As he walked away, Jonathan couldn’t help but smile. The WWE ring had brought him countless battles—but this? This felt like the start of something special.

-

Later that evening, Jonathan and Sade found themselves at a cozy restaurant not far from the arena. The air buzzed with the soft hum of conversations, but their table felt like its own world.

“So, WWE journalism, huh?” Jonathan leaned back, his chain catching the low light. “How’d you end up here?”

Sade smiled, setting her drink down. “Well, you know I always loved storytelling. After college, I did some freelance sports writing. Then, I saw WWE was offering an internship for media coverage. It felt like fate. And now here I am, about to cover superstars—never thought I’d run into one I actually know.”

Jonathan chuckled. “Man, life’s wild like that. Feels like yesterday we were back home, clowning around.”

Sade’s eyes sparkled. “Remember when you used to practice your promos in front of my camera for my school projects?”

Jonathan laughed loudly. “You mean those cringy ones with the bad lighting? Yeah, I remember. Guess that was my first taste of ‘The Mic.’”

Sade grinned. “I knew you had star power even then.”

Jonathan’s expression softened. “And now you’re here, chasing your own dream. That’s dope.”

Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and for a moment, it was just two old friends, worlds apart from where they started, but somehow right back in step.

Then Sade’s phone buzzed with a notification—Interview assignments posted. She opened it and paused, eyes widening.

“Well, looks like fate’s still working overtime,” she said, turning the screen to him.

The assignment read: “Exclusive Sit-Down Interview with Jimmy Uso – Tomorrow.”

Jonathan smirked. “Guess you’re getting that interview sooner than you thought.”

Sade raised an eyebrow, her playful competitive streak kicking in. “Hope you’re ready, Fatu. I don’t go easy on my subjects.”

Jonathan grinned, his tone playful but firm. “And I don’t pull punches. Better bring your A-game.”

Their eyes locked—a spark of excitement, challenge, and something unspoken lingering between them.

“Game on,” Sade replied with a smirk.

The following morning, backstage at a live event, the atmosphere was a mix of buzzing anticipation and focused intensity. Jonathan Fatu—better known in the ring as Jimmy Uso—sat in his dressing room, meticulously going over last-minute details. The mirror in front of him reflected a man who had weathered countless storms in the squared circle, each scar and smile telling a story of his journey.

A gentle knock at the door broke his concentration. Jonathan looked up to see Sade stepping in, notebook in hand and a confident gleam in her eye. The room, usually reserved for quiet pre-match rituals, seemed to brighten with her presence.

“Good morning, Jimmy,” she began warmly. “Ready for our sit-down?”

Jonathan grinned. “Always. It’s not every day I get to be interviewed by an old friend.”

They settled into a pair of mismatched chairs by a small table cluttered with water bottles, a coffee mug, and memorabilia from past events. Sade switched on her recorder and leaned forward. “Let’s start at the beginning. What was it like when you first realized this wasn’t just a game, but your life?”

Jonathan’s eyes softened with memory. “I remember the first time I stepped into the ring—the roaring crowd, the smell of sweat and determination. It wasn’t about winning or losing back then. It was about proving to myself that I belonged in a world where every moment mattered.”

Sade scribbled a note, then asked, “And what about the pressure of living up to a family legacy? Your brother, the rest of your clan—it all adds a layer of expectation.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Family is both the weight on my shoulders and the wind beneath my wings. Every match, every promo, I’m not just fighting for myself but for everyone who’s ever believed in me. It’s a relentless drive.”

The conversation flowed naturally, as if the years apart had melted away. Sade probed further, “There must have been moments of doubt along the way. Can you share one that changed you?”

Jonathan’s gaze drifted to a framed photo on the wall—a candid shot of him and his cousins backstage, laughing after a tough day. “There was a time when I wasn’t sure I’d ever overcome the obstacles. A major injury had me sidelined longer than I’d hoped, and the fear of losing my edge was overwhelming. But in that quiet darkness, I learned that resilience isn’t just about physical strength—it’s about heart, determination, and the unwavering support of those who stand by you.”

Sade’s voice softened. “That vulnerability… it makes your triumphs all the more inspiring.”

“Exactly,” Jonathan replied, a wry smile playing on his lips. “The ring isn’t just about the spectacle you see on TV. It’s about the sweat, the scars, and the moments when you push past pain to become something more.”

A comfortable silence fell over the room as they both reflected on the weight of his journey. Finally, Sade added, “I think that’s what the fans need to hear. Behind every high-flying move and every electrifying promo, there’s a human story. A story of struggle, family, and the relentless pursuit of a dream.”

Jonathan nodded appreciatively. “And thanks to you, Sade, that story is going to be told with honesty and heart.”

The recorder clicked off as Sade closed her notebook. They sat for a moment, two friends connected by time and a shared passion for storytelling—one through the physical poetry of wrestling, the other through the power of the written word.

Stepping out into the corridor, the buzz of the arena waiting just beyond, Jonathan clapped Sade on the shoulder. “I’m looking forward to the next chapter. And hey—if you need any behind-the-scenes action, you know where to find me.”

With a final smile and a promise to reconnect after the show, Sade walked off, her mind brimming with the raw, authentic narrative of a superstar whose legacy was as much about heart as it was about hustle. And for Jonathan, the day had reaffirmed that every story—both in and out of the ring—deserves to be told.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Weeks passed, and Sade and Jonathan settled into an easy rhythm. Between shows, interviews, and the chaos of WWE life, they always found time for each other—grabbing dinner after tapings, cracking jokes between promos, and sharing late-night conversations that blurred the line between the past and present.

Their friendship felt natural, like they had never lost time. But for Jonathan, something unexpected had started to creep in—attraction. He found himself looking forward to her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she asked the right question, or how she stood her ground during heated debates about wrestling storylines.

One evening, they sat together in catering, plates filled with the usual post-show fare. The energy of the arena hummed faintly through the walls. Sade, scrolling through her notes for her next assignment, glanced up to catch Jonathan watching her.

She smirked. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Jonathan shook his head, leaning back with a grin. “Nah, just—never thought I’d see you in this world. But you’re killin’ it.”

Sade chuckled, brushing off the compliment. “You always did hype me up.”

Jonathan’s eyes glinted with curiosity, and he tilted his head playfully. “So, tell me… you leave a boyfriend behind to pursue this dream?”

Sade paused mid-sip of her water, then burst out laughing. “Boyfriend? Nah, haven’t had one in a while. Been single for two years now.”

Jonathan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, though he kept his cool. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

She raised an eyebrow, her playful side kicking in. “Why you askin’, Fatu?”

Jonathan shrugged casually, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Just curious.”

Sade smirked. “You’re terrible at being subtle, you know that?”

Jonathan laughed, rubbing his chin. “Maybe. But I’m good at being real.”

A charged silence settled between them, one that felt… different. Sade felt the weight of his gaze, but before she could unpack it, a crew member called her name from across the room.

She stood, flashing him a quick grin. “Well, just curious, I gotta get back to work. See you later, Fatu.”

Jonathan watched her walk away, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “See you later.”

But as she disappeared down the hall, one thought stuck in his mind: This ain’t just friendship anymore.

-

The more time Jonathan spent with Sade, the more his feelings tangled. Friendship had always been easy with her—jokes, conversations, the comfort of someone who just got him. But now? He found himself noticing everything—the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, how she challenged him in conversations, how her passion for storytelling mirrored his passion for the ring.

But the more he felt it, the more he panicked.

Jonathan wasn’t a stranger to love—he’d been through enough to know how messy it could get. And with Sade? She was his friend. Hell, his best friend. If he crossed that line and it went south, he could lose something he hadn’t even realized he needed so badly.

So, he buried it. Teased her like always. Kept his playful charm front and center.

But his heart kept slipping through the cracks.

One Night After SmackDown

The locker room buzz had died down, and Jonathan was cooling off from his match, towel draped around his neck when his phone buzzed.

Sade: “Still here? Grab a late bite with me?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Bet. Meet you outside.”

They ended up at a small diner—not glamorous, but the kind of place that felt real. Sade was deep into a story about a backstage interview gone hilariously wrong, and Jonathan, fork paused halfway to his mouth, just… watched her.

“You good?” she teased, catching his stare.

He blinked, covering with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. Just… you really love this, don’t you?”

Sade’s expression softened. “I do. I love getting to know people, hearing their stories. Wrestling isn’t just about fights—it’s about heart, passion, legacy. And you…” She nudged him playfully. “You live that every night.”

Jonathan felt a warmth he couldn’t shake. “Yeah, well… guess I’m lucky I got someone who sees the real side of all this.”

Their eyes locked—something unspoken humming between them for a beat too long.

Later That Week – At the WWE Performance Center

Jonathan decided he needed to do something about these feelings—anything—before they started eating him alive.

So, he did what he knew best: he hit the ring. Training always cleared his head. Except, this time, it didn’t.

Every corner of the ring reminded him of Sade—because she was everywhere now. In his matches, his promos, his downtime. And it wasn’t annoying. It was terrifying how right it felt.

Finally, he stopped, breathing hard, hands on his knees. “Man… what the hell’s wrong with me?” he muttered.

A voice from behind startled him. “You good, Uce?”

Jonathan turned to see Joshua, arms crossed, watching him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Jonathan lied, wiping his face. “Just workin’ some stuff out.”

Josh wasn’t buying it. “Man, you wrestlin’ ghosts or somethin’? What’s really on your mind?”

Jonathan hesitated, then sighed heavily. “It’s… Sade.”

Josh’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk forming. “Ohhh. Sade. Say less.”

Jonathan groaned, “Man, don’t start—”

Josh cut him off, serious now. “You feelin’ her?”

Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I mean… I didn’t plan on it. But it’s like—she’s my friend, but she’s more than that, too. And I don’t wanna mess it up.”

Joshua clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Bro, when you know, you know. But if you’re already over here sweatin’ and stressin’ like this? It’s ‘cause you care.”

Jonathan looked at his brother, the truth hitting him square in the chest. “Yeah… I do.”

–

Lying on his bed, phone in hand, Jonathan’s thumb hovered over Sade’s contact.

He typed: “You up?”

Then deleted it.

Tried again: “Hey, you wanna talk?”

Deleted that, too.

Frustrated, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Get it together, Fatu.”

But deep down, he knew—this wasn’t something he could fight like an opponent in the ring.

This was something he had to face.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Valentine’s Day was a week away, and Jonathan Fatu had one thing on his mind—Sade.

The decision to finally tell her how he felt was clear, but how he’d do it? That was where he was stuck. He wanted it to be perfect—something meaningful, something that showed her just how much she meant to him.

So, between training, matches, and travel, he found himself scrolling through ideas—dinners, flowers, maybe something personal like a custom WWE jacket with her name on it. But every option felt too small for how big his feelings had become.

The planning was driving him crazy—and, without realizing it, making him distant.

Sade Notices the Change. At first, Sade didn’t think much of it. Jonathan was busy—WWE life was hectic, and they both knew that. But as days passed, she felt it—text replies were shorter, their usual jokes felt half-hearted, and he wasn’t hitting her up to hang out like he usually did.

After their last interview together, he barely stuck around—just a quick “Good job” and he was gone.

Sade couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Talking to Joshua

Sade decided to get to the bottom of it, and who better to ask than Jonathan’s twin, Joshua?

She found him backstage after SmackDown, cooling down from his segment.

“Hey, Jey,” she greeted, her voice light but uncertain.

Joshua smiled, towel draped over his neck. “What’s good, Sade?”

She hesitated briefly, then got straight to it. “Can I ask you something? It’s about Jonathan.”

Joshua’s eyebrows lifted knowingly. “Oh?”

Sade shifted her weight, arms crossing. “He’s been… different lately. Distant. Did I… do something? Is he mad at me?”

Josh chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, you didn’t do anything.”

Sade narrowed her eyes. “Then what’s going on? We were tight, and now it’s like I barely know what’s on his mind.”

Joshua debated for a second—he knew what his brother was up to, but it wasn’t his place to spoil it.

Instead, he grinned slyly. “Lemme just say this—My brother’s head is in the game… but his heart? Yeah, that’s somewhere else right now.”

Sade frowned in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Joshua gave a small shrug but couldn’t hide his amusement. “You’ll see soon enough. Trust me.”

Sade’s confusion only deepened. “You Fatu boys and your cryptic answers…”

Josh laughed, “What can I say? We love a good storyline.”

-

Meanwhile, Jonathan was pulling every string he could to make this Valentine’s Day unforgettable. He called in a favor with WWE production for something special during that night’s show—a personal video package with highlights of their friendship, moments from their interviews, and even a few candid clips.

His heart pounded at the thought of it. This wasn’t just a gesture—this was him laying it all on the line.

But he hadn’t spoken to her much because if he did… he’d slip. He knew it.

Sade, still confused and slightly frustrated, wondered if Jonathan was pulling away from her for another reason entirely.

But what she didn’t know was that Jonathan wasn’t pulling away—

He was getting ready to step closer than ever before.

Valentine’s Day -

Valentine’s Day arrived, and the energy backstage was electric. Red and pink decorations lined the catering area—thanks to some overzealous staffers—and the buzz of the night’s matches filled the air.

Jonathan, though? His heart was racing for a different reason. Tonight was the night. His plan was set—the video package would air after his segment. But before that… he needed to ask her. Directly.

Sade was reviewing her notes for a post-match interview when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Hey.”

She turned, and there he was—Jonathan, looking slightly… nervous? She raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. MIA. You finally decided to show up.”

Jonathan rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, about that… I’ve been, uh, working on something.”

Sade folded her arms, smirking. “Something so important you had to ghost me?”

Jonathan chuckled softly, but then his tone shifted—serious, genuine. “Nah… something for you.”

Sade’s expression softened. “For me?”

Jonathan took a small breath—this was it. “Yeah… So, listen. I know I’ve been distant, but it’s ‘cause I’ve been trying to figure out how to do this right.”

He stepped closer, his voice steady but warm. “So, I’m just gonna say it plain—Sade… will you be my Valentine?”

Sade blinked, her lips parting in surprise. Of all the things she expected—that wasn’t one of them.

Then, a slow, radiant smile spread across her face. “You mean all this time you were stressing about this?”

Jonathan chuckled nervously. “Yeah… pretty much.”

Sade shook her head with a laugh. “You really are something else, Fatu.” She paused, eyes softening. “But… yeah. I’d love to be your Valentine.”

Jonathan’s grin could’ve lit up the entire arena. “Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t takin’ no for an answer.”

Later that night, as the crowd roared and the lights dimmed for a transition segment, the arena screens flickered to life—playing a special video package.

Footage of Jonathan and Sade appeared—interviews, shared laughs, behind-the-scenes clips… their story. The final frame read:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sade. — Jonathan”

Sade, watching from the interview set, felt her chest tighten—warmth flooding through her.

And as the camera panned back to Jonathan, standing in the ring with a mic, he smiled toward her direction.

“Yo, Sade,” his voice boomed, “Just wanted everyone to know—you’ve already made this the best Valentine’s Day.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, and Sade couldn’t fight the grin on her face.

The cheers from the crowd still echoed faintly through the halls as Sade and Jonathan stood together backstage, the energy of his Valentine’s Day surprise still buzzing between them.

Sade pulled back slightly from their hug, her eyes searching his. “That… was unreal, Jon. I don’t even know what to say.”

Jonathan’s gaze softened, his hands lingering at her waist. “Don’t gotta say anything. Just… tell me how you feel.”

Sade’s heart pounded. She felt the weight of the moment—the years of friendship, the teasing, the laughter, and now… this.

So, she stopped thinking.

And closed the distance.

Their lips met—soft, warm, and every bit as perfect as she’d imagined. The world around them blurred into nothing, the noise fading until it was just them.

When they pulled back, Sade’s breath was shaky, but her smile was radiant. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jonathan’s lips curled into a grin, his forehead resting against hers. “You have no idea how long I’ve been hoping you would.”

The unspoken was spoken, and everything felt… right.

And as they stood there, lost in each other, one thing was certain—this wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.

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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.

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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.

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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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[sturnsheart]

i know love

"Yeah, I know love when it hits, when it feels like this" tate mcrae ft the kid laroi

the studio is dimly lit, the soft glow from the LED lights casting a purple haze across the room. the faint scent of weed clings to the air, mixing with the scent of chris’ cologne. he’s leaning back in his chair, hoodie loose on his frame, silver chain hanging around his neck. he’s got a joint between his fingers, his head slightly bobbing to the beat playing low in the background.

“aight, what’s up?” he asks, lips curling into a smirk as he exhales a slow cloud of smoke. “why you got that look?”

you bite your lip, holding your phone with your voice memos app pulled up. “i wanna play you something,” you say, your voice carrying a mix of excitement and nerves.

his brows lift, intrigued. “bet.” he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as you airdrop the file to the computer. you press play, nervous to see his reaction to a song about him.

the song starts with your voice with a fire beat behind it, carrying the kind of heat that makes his grip on the joint tighten.

he said no lie, girl you’re looking sexy on a magazine but what you doing after the photos?

Looks like I’ll be in the covers with you practicing a new kind of promo

I said baby if you want I’ll give you something you can hold on  You can feel for now, yeah

he grins, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “this about me?”

you roll your eyes, but your smirk gives it away. “just listen.”

as the song plays, he hears it. the way you've crafted every lyric around him, the way the melody wraps around your voice perfectly. when the hook comes in, he closes his eyes, letting the sound wash over him.

i know love when it hits, when it hits, when it hits…

his head tilts, nodding in time with the beat. “this shits fire, baby.”

you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “i want you on it.”

his eyes snap open. “wait really?”

you nod, shifting in your chair, your knee knocking against his. “yeah I want you on a verse, it only makes sense since you inspire it, you should be on it.”

he exhales, his smirk widening. “say less.”

he leans over, grabbing his phone from the table. you watch as plays the song back listening to the open verse, lips pursed, eyes scanning his phone like he’s waiting for the words to come to him.

minutes pass, then he starts typing out bars like second nature. he mumbles under his breath, testing flows, his fingers drumming against his thigh. you watch, mesmerized. you love seeing him like this before, completely lost in the music.

“got it,” he mutters after 30 minutes. he looks at you, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “lemme test it out.”

you grin, sliding your chair back as he steps into the booth. he adjusts the headphones, clearing his throat before the beat kicks in. you lean forward, heart hammering as you watch him through the glass.

the moment he starts rapping, a slow grin spreads across your face.

we started off friends, how we end up here i don’t know, but i don’t see no problems…

We started off friends, how you end up here next to me

Honestly this shit is crazy

I said you’re my type Out in Mexico tonight

You said it was gon be quick Now we’re 12 months in so

Everybody needs somebody they can hold down

Girl stop acting like you’re tough and let your guard down

his voice melts into the track, his voice smooth and effortless. you bite your lip, warmth spreading through your chest as he delivers every line with that confidence of his. when he finishes, he pulls off the headphones, looking at you through the glass with a smirk.

you press the talk button. “one more take.”

he chuckles. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

he shakes his head, smirking. “say less.”

another take. then another. you both fine-tune the layers, adjusting the ad-libs, letting the track build into something bigger, something theirs. by the time you're done, the sun is barely peeking through the blinds, and you're slumped back in the chairs, listening to the mix.

New love, new plans, new script, yeah it's only the beginning but it's happening quick, boy

New nails, new hair, new tricks, new positions that I put you on and then I put you in like

chris exhales, running a hand through his hair. “damn.”

you lean your head back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut as you soak in the sound. “we did that.”

he turns to look at her, amusement tugging at his lips. “nah, you did that. i just made it better.”

you lightly hit his arm laughing. “shut up.”

he grins, pulling you into him, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “real talk, though, this gonna be the one. we just made a hit.”

you smile against his hoodie, fingers playing with the hem. “yeah,” you murmur. “we did.”

—

a week later, you're both back in the studio putting the finishing touches on the song.

“okay, hear me out,” you say, setting your computer on the console. “lets shoot a music video”

chris raises a brow. “right now?”

you grin, clicking open photobooth. the screen reflects the two of you, slightly grainy, the studio behind you bathed in purple LED light. “with this.”

he chuckles, shaking his head. “you serious?”

“deadass,” you say, already clicking through the filters. “just us. no fancy edits, no crazy production. just us.”

chris leans in, resting his chin on her shoulder. “i kinda love that.”

you beam. “i knew you would.”

within minutes, the track is playing, and you're moving to the beat—laughing, singing into the camera, wrapping arms around each other. you jump on his back at one point, giggling as he stumbles forward, still mouthing the words. the filters change—black and white, dizzy birds, mirror. in one clip, chris grabs you by the waist, spinning you around before pressing a kiss to your lips. in another, your belting the chorus while chris nods along dramatically, hand on his chest like he’s feeling every lyric.

when the song fades out, you stops recording, cheeks flushed from laughter. “that,” you breathe, “was perfect.”

chris grins, pulling you in. “everyones gonna go crazy.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “shut up.”

but when the video drops a month later, blowing up within hours, she realizes maybe he was right.

A/N: ok i love this song so much and I love tate and laroi. hope u enjoyeddd

[hellishvxbes]

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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.

[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)

[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!  

[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 א��רי שיותר משובעיים הם מתחננים להפסקת אש, למה? כי הם לא יכולים לדבר עליה בלי להזכיר את החטופים שהם מעל לחודש מכחישים שקיימים.

[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 //

[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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