#and john took him to see wrestling matches

[shallowseeker]

Added to this post.

Felt like it was important. Marvelous Marvin was a champion boxer during Dean's childhood (mid- to late 80s)!!!

Marvelous Marvin is also a nod to a Marvelous Marvin Hagler, a middleweight boxing champion and a callback to Dean's psychosexual crush and wrestling interests in Beyond the Mat. As far as angels go, Cas is something of a middleweight champion--not a "heavyweight" archangel, but not a lower-ranking angel either. Ergo, Marvin is also a stand-in for Silvia's unseen love rival.

FYI, this also strengthens my feeling that Dean and Cas may have bought Marvin together for Jack. Cas, because it's his style to buy soft, fluffy things for his loved ones (Claire & Grumpy Cat) and Dean, because he would've kinda wanted it too for the reference to a beloved boxing figure. (Dean was at least along for the ride, and he found it hilarious.)

Cas & Dean also bought Grumpy Cat together, after all. They went to the mall together. Cas is Grumpy Cat, and Claire is also Grumpy Cat. Cas's also Marvin, and Jack is also Marvin (and Dean can be Marvin too, if you like).

I also feel like Marvelous Marvin is a relatively new item in the household, or else we'd have seen it next to the photo of Kelly, combined with Kelly's laptop message, or on Jack's bed. There's a good chance it's also a birthday gift, like Grumpy Cat was.

BONUS: There are red boxing gloves in the Dean-Cave! AU Bobby boxes with Jack in 14x01. Jack dresses like Rocky Bilboa when he's training as a human! (It's the gray sweatsuit of the infamous Gonna Fly Now running scene!)

Dean's the wrestler. Jack's the boxer. I love it.

(Cas gets a cinematic boxing scene too in Purgatory, complete with slow-mo uppercuts. It's right before they get to the rift. Actually, a lot of snippets in season 8 are boxing-like for Cas, such as when he's hard to knock down in the warehouse when they try to save Samandriel. Or even as early as his season 4 fight with Uriel. In several scripts, like Good Intentions, Cas is referred to as "bobbing and weaving," which is a fighting phrase that derives from boxing.)

Anyway, I was delighted to notice these motifs.

ADDENDUM: Realistically, I think Jack may have been present when they bought the bear, and it may have been Dean who originally told the cashier that the bear was, "for his stepson, Ronald," which is an ominous reference to James "Jimmy" Stewart's stepson, Ronald McLean who was famously killed in Vietnam as a Marine.

[adriswrld]

His Dangerous Wife » LA Knight

plot: la knight's wife comes to even the odds against the judgement day

pairings: wrestler! reader x la knight

warnings: none tbh just fluff

a/n: there isn't enough la knight stuff on here and that makes me sad :(( wrestling last name is kingley bc i love it

It was quite chaotic backstage, making it almost impossible for Y/N to locate her husband. But she found him after a few minutes of searching. He stood with John Cena who was also his tag partner for Fastlane. Y/N didn't have a match, seeing as she was literally returning from an ankle injury that happened at SummerSlam when she lost her championship to Iyo Sky. Y/N Kingley was a crowd favorite, as was her husband LA Knight, but not many people knew they were married, or even together. They lived a very private life so it made sense.

Tonight, she was set to return to help her husband even the odds against the Judgement Day which sparked a future fued between herself and Rhea Ripley. Though LA Knight didn't know of this. "Darling, do you know where Izzy is? I can't find her." Y/N asks, grabbing his attention. Izzy was her best friend, the woman also known as Azalea Evans, the younger sister of Chris Evans and one of the best women's wrestlers. She was also engaged to Rhea Ripley. He furrowed his brows, shaking his head, "Nah, but she should be somewhere around here. Probably with Rhea."

"I think I seen her talking to Cody in catering earlier," John adds. Y/N smiled gratefully, "Thank you. I will see you two later, alright? Good luck with the match darling." She pressed a quick peck on his cheek before quickly making her way towards catering, finding Azalea indeed with Cody. Y/N took a seat at their table, "one thing I do not miss about being back is getting lost backstage all the time." Azalea chuckles at her complaint, "honestly, I'm pretty much used to it."

"You would think because I've been wrestling for 20 years that I would be used to this, but I am definitely not." Y/N mumbled, picking up a brownie from Izzy's plate. Izzy chuckled before glancing at the television where LA Knight's match with Jimmy Uso was coming up. Cody cleared his throat, "so, how do we feel about Jade signing with WWE?" Izzy and Y/N were former AEW wrestlers so they knew Jade quite well. Though they had actually never faced Jade yet. They knew how she felt with all the top tier treatment because that's how they were treated when signing with AEW having been originally WWE stars.

"I'm really excited about it actually. I'm super happy for her. I can't wait to face her." Y/N said, she was always happy for any of the wrestlers who got signed to other companies. Izzy nods in agreement, "Me too. She actually called me after she signed so I'm really excited for her. We're supposed to train together soon." Cody nods with a smile, "I feel the same way. I'm excited to see what she can do here."

"His match is starting so we should head to the gorilla." Izzy stood up, the three of them left towards the gorilla where the Judgement Day and Jey Uso were at. Izzy was quick to greet Rhea whilst Y/N was watching the monitors. LA Knight obviously wins, but then Judgement Day comes out, standing on the ring apron, leaving Knight and Cena outnumbered. Jey Uso was the first to come out, sliding in the ring though they were still very outnumbered. Cody's music hit, he was quick to come out.

Rhea jumps on the apron next to her boys, signaling that they weren't gonna back down. That's when Y/N's music hit. The crowd went crazy, obviously not expecting her to show up at all, let alone for a situation such as this. "It's Y/N Kingley! She's back! What a surprise!" Michael Cole' expressed. Y/N strutted out, Rhea's face dropped at the sight of her. Meanwhile, her husband was in disbelief, a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Rhea is in disbelief! Y/N has expressed her frustration with the Judgement Days attempts to recruit her best friend Azalea Evans!" Corey Graves explains.

"That and the fact that the Judgement Day is targeting her husband LA Knight," Cole points out. "Her husband?! She's married?!" Cody Rhodes and John Cena sat on the middle rope for Y/N to step through, the Judgement Day seemingly conflicted now. She walks past her shocked husband to come face to face with Rhea, a grin on her lips. "Still wanna fight?"

The boys behind her grin as Rhea makes the guys stand down, claiming it wasn't worth it. Paul Heyman takes Solo's hand, signaling him to fall back. Unfortunately for them, Y/N wasn't a patient person. She threw the first hand, knocking Rhea off the apron, the boys are quick to join in the brawl. She grinned, leaning against the rope as Cody and Jey Uso both do separate dives out the ring, knocking down the Judgement Day and Jimmy.

Rhea drags Y/N out of the ring, going back in forth with her as Solo stepped in the ring with John. Y/N was quick to fight off Rhea, throwing her into Dom as LA Knight took care of Solo. LA hits JD with a BFT, then Jey hits him with a super kick before Cena performs a five knuckle shuffle. Y/N slides in the ring as Cena continues to perform an AA on JD. Cody whips off his belt throwing it into the crowd before hitting JD with a crossrhodes.

The boys turn to her, basically offering up JD if she wanted a go at him. She laughs, shaking her head but they insisted. "Come on! It can't hurt! Well not for you at least." Cody says. Y/N chuckled, giving in the crowd cheers. LA Knight offers his hand, she takes it, using it to jump off the rope and perform a clean moonsault onto JD. "And a perfectly done moonsault from Kingley!"

"Yeahh!" LA Knight cheered, taking her hand and pulling his wife up. "That was fun!" She cheered wistfully, high fiving Jey, Cody, and Cena as LA Knight kept a hand on her waist. The crowd cheered as Cody raised Y/N's hand proudly, "Our wonderful savior!"

LA pulled her closer so she could hear better, "You didn't tell me you were coming out." Y/N chuckled, "cause it was a surprise darling. Did it surprise you love?" He laughs lightly, nodding like it was obvious, and it was. "Surprised me so much I could kiss you right about now." He jokes, also being partially serious because he really wished he could kiss her.

She shrugged lightly, "you can kiss me, I don't mi-" she was cut off by his lips pressed against hers and very loud cheering from the fans. He didn't waste a second kissing her, not caring about the thousands of fans watching. She chuckles softly pulling away, quick to remind him that they were still in public. "Come on, let's close up." Y/N climbs the top rope, doing her normal taunt as LA Knight, Jey Uso, Cody, and Cena all followed behind her.

Shaun was quick to drag her into the locker room the second the show was over. Not even giving her a chance to talk as he showered her with kisses. "Shouldn't we go to the hotel first?" She chuckles, pulling away. "What? Scared of a little locker room sex, doll?" He teased, rubbing her sides as he held back to urge to tear her clothes off.

Y/N sucked in a breath, "fuck, you know what that name does to me." He smirked, pressing a kiss to her neck as she pushed him towards the showers. "I should save your ass more often if this is the reward I get in return."

"Yeah."

[draco-after-dark]

Is there any creature/critter that feral got injured to?

And

Did feral get his wings from when he turned into rock feral? Cause he has rip parts in his wings just like your rock troll wings design.

in your drawing of feral or should I say redesign of rock feral (the one where he has black skin w/ red eyes and his red & white glow pattern) 🤔ᴴᴹᴹ that gives me a hint that feral got his wings due to the fact that the guitar was still missing 1 or 2 strings when he got transformed into rock feral

Is there any creature/critter that feral got injured to?

I mean all of his scars are from run ins with all different types of critters. Except for two major ones. He got better at dealing with critters of all sizes over the years so most of the scars are pretty old by the time he reunites with his brothers.

Although it your asking if I specifically have him get injured by a critter in my fic you will just have to wait and see.

Did feral get his wings from when he turned into rock feral? Cause he has rip parts in his wings just like your rock troll wings design.

I mean the rips themself were just a stylistic choice and the fact he didn't know how to fly when he first got his wings. So he had to figure that out for himself. Resulted in a few accidents.

Rock Feral does get the wings before regular Feral. A byproduct of the corrupted Rock transformation. Mainly based on the idea that Rock trolls were originally supposed to have wings but then that idea got scrapped. Plus it made the most sense story wise for that to be when he receives his wings with what I already have planned event wise.

That and I find the idea of the entire Rock troll society being terrified of Branch's older brother hilarious. Especially when the brothers reconcile and they just see JD as their goofy older brother. He's just a weirdo but they get used to it pretty quickly so their all just like.

"Johnny boy? Naw, he's chill. Just don't challenge him to an arm wrestling match. You won't win. Not even Viva could beat him and she's stronger then me!"

"Yeah, I used to be terrified of John but then one thing lead to another and it turns out he was just as scared of me. Now we're unstoppable when he work together."

"I always knew it was John Dory from the beginning. Took the others awhile to figure it all out but now were closer then I ever dreamed we could have been." "JD's actually taught me a lot of new things. It's nice getting to spend time with him after all these years. I never thought we would be so similar. Don't tell him I said that or he'll never leave me alone."

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

The supernatural episode where John returns broke me when John tells Sam that he is proud of him, like Sam always had that unresolved conflict with his father, Dean's unresolved conflict was having dinner with the whole family together. What would be the Winchester sister's conflict with John? How would that interaction occur in that chapter?

I think the main reason the little sister would have unresolved conflict would be because she doesn’t remember John very much. Like she has memories of him and she remembers how much she loved him, but whenever Sam or Dean mention him he just always seems bad (Dean talking about how he got left at a boys home, or Sam making that crack about cheap beer being the reason John took them to wrestling matches). I think she would be conflicted between her feeling for him and what she knows about him. When he comes back and apologizes and she can see just how much he loves them (even though he wasn’t always able to do right by them), she’d finally be able to understand him, and that would be what she always wanted.

There are so many things that she wishes she could’ve done with him though—things a girl is supposed to do with her dad—but they just don’t have time for them all. However, they do share a moment. Sam says that he doesn’t want the little sister to have to see John go, so John decides to put her to bed one last time. He goes to her room and for a while he just looks at it. She asks him why, and he just smiles and says—

“I always wanted you to have your own room. You didn’t deserve those motels—none of you kids did.”

He wanders around for a minute before he sees a record player by her bed. He puts in the first record he finds and starts it up. She just watches him, not sure what he’s doing, until he reaches out his hand and says,

“May I have this dance?”

And she laughs and grabs his hand, and they dance around for a minute before she asks—

“What’s this for?”

“Every daddy-daughter dance I’ve missed,” John says.

He twirls her around for a few minutes until the song ends, and then he turns the record player off and tucks her into bed.

“I’m gonna miss you,” she says, and now she’s almost crying.

“Hey,” John soothes. “Please don’t cry, sweetheart.” And she smiles, because he said it just like Dean does. “Let’s just be glad we got today, ok?”

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Passing Through

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: “Sir… I’m afraid we’re going to have to ask you to turn around, and drop your pants.” Hoffman didn't think this situation could get any worse. (Saw AU for the Mule 2014)

*Rating: M for Mature Audiences

*Content/Tags: Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, AU, Alternate Universe, Drugs, Drug Trafficking, Crime

*Status: Chapter 1 of 3/COMPLETE. Chapter 2 can be found here. Chapter 3 can be found here.

Author's Note: So uhhh this won't be as graphic as The Mule 2014 but it's still an AU based on the movie. This is still a fucking nasty idea that my friend @cubestrahm wanted to see come to fruition so badly and I'd do anything for her <3

“Sir… I’m afraid we’re going to have to ask you to turn around, and drop your pants.” A security agent cleared his throat. The man sighed as he was stripped of any sense of shame and stripped for the two agents. The agents behind him silently pantomimed ‘rock, paper, scissors’ over who was going to examine the man’s ass and see if in fact he was being used as a mule. The man clearly lost and moved closer to their detainee. He grabbed a glove and started to probe the other man. “Nothing.”

“Right. So can I go?” The man finally said, pulling his pants back up.

“Well… no.” The agent replied, “Wait here with Officer Martinez.”

“Fine.” He sighed in response. The female officer stood across from him in the holding room as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. John was going to kill him if this took any longer. The brand new clock hanging just over the door frame told him it was 3:23. He and Amanda were supposed to meet John’s driver at the airport at 3:09. He ran his hand through his hair as he waited in silence with this worker. The door opened and rather than letting him go free, there were two more serious looking agents. Another woman and man duo. The woman approached him and said sternly,

“Mark Hoffman, you’re under arrest for the transportation of illegal substances into the United States.” She slapped his wrist with handcuffs and pulled him out to a separate interrogation room. This was definitely going to take longer than a few minutes.

---

Mark Hoffman hadn’t wanted to do this. He didn’t just wake up one day and had an urge to fill his stomach up with a crap ton of cocaine filled condoms just for shits and giggles. The real reason he was doing it was simple. He’d gotten involved with one of John Kramer’s little sidekicks, Amanda. The girl had a mouth on her and an attitude to match. When Mark was about to pick her up she spat in his face and tried leaving a size seven boot mark on the beat cop’s face. He was able to restrain her, but the girl screamed, kicked and bit at Mark’s direction like a feral animal afraid to be put down. He kept a foot firm on the back of her neck as he managed to wrestle away a wallet from her pocket that had her real id on her. She wasn’t even thirty. Just a couple of months younger than his own sister, Angelina. He knew that he should book her. Hell some people in his department might add on a resisting arrest and assault of a police officer just to really stick it to the woman. He pulled her back up onto her feet, only for her to charge him blindly. The wind got knocked out of him as his back made contact with a brick wall. He took his hands and placed them firmly on her shoulders.

“Stop. I’m not going to arrest you. If you just fucking calm down…” He told her as she tried to fight free from his hands. She stopped long enough to hear the morally dubious cop out.

“What the hell do you want from me then, huh? You want me to jerk you off?” She snarled at him

“No. Just promise me you’ll go to rehab.”

“It can’t be that easy.” She rolled her eyes and laughed at him

“It’s that easy. I’ll take you right now to a clinic.”

“Fine.” She huffed as Hoffman pulled her into his squad car. He pulled up to a clinic he was familiar with and opened the door for her. She crawled out from the back and waited outside for a second while he got back into his car. With a heavy sigh, she trudged towards the door and that was the last that Hoffman thought he’d ever see of her. Clearly the lesson didn’t stick.

---

“Mark Hoffman. Police…”

“Detective.” Mark piped up

“… Detective.” The man corrected himself. He couldn’t hide the rolling of his eyes as the ‘detective’ insisted upon the distinction between his role and that of a beat cop. “Anyway, I’m Agent Peter Strahm, and this is my partner Lindsey Perez. We’ve got your file here. Graduated from police academy at 20… been at your precinct your whole career. Why the hell would you risk all that just to smuggle some fucking drugs into the country?”

“You’re operating on the assumption that I’m carrying drugs on me.”

“Well we’ve already searched your luggage, and there wasn’t anything there…” The female agent started. While her partner stayed seated across from Hoffman, she paced the room behind him like a shark circling its kill. Hoffman was all too familiar with the tactic as an officer of the law.

“Again. You’re operating under the assumption that I am acting as a drug mule. The only problem with your assumption is… that you’re entirely wrong.” Hoffman shrugged. He saw the blood veins starting to pop out of the male agent’s forehead before he took a deep breath.

“Listen.” He said, with one last appeal at Hoffman’s sense of justice. “Just tell us now, you might get slapped on the wrist. Five to ten years if you rat out the person you’re carrying for.”

“I would, if I had an inkling what you were talking about.” Hoffman replied. Strahm threw his hands up in the air and stepped out into the hallway, probably to call his and Perez’s supervisor. Perez leaned in against the table as her partner stood on the other side of the wall. Not a word was exchanged between the two of them until Strahm stepped back into the room.

“Legal precedence says we’re allowed to detain you for up to 4 days or until you’ve emptied your bowels twice. Or you could just submit to an x-ray scan.”

“And my answer will be the same as it was in security, I don’t want a scan.”

“Fine. Then you’ll be joining us in a nice little hotel room.” Strahm slapped the cuffs back onto Hoffman’s wrists and walked around the table to pull the suspect up onto his feet.

“Kinky.” Mark muttered under his breath. The two detectives looked at him, but neither managed to pick up what he had said. They paraded him out of the airport proper and shoved him into a shitty Chevy caprice, Agent Strahm’s if Mark had to take a wild stab in the dark. He watched out the window as five different lanes of traffic merged down into three then two to get them out of the airport. They drove approximately five miles from the airport and pulled into a second-rate hotel’s parking lot. Lindsey tucked Hoffman’s head under the door frame as she pulled him out and the agents dragged him up to a room somewhere in the middle of the hotel. From a glance, Hoffman saw no one but federal agents in the hallways, they probably bought out this floor to keep him from escaping in the dead of night. Strahm opened the door for Hoffman before shoving the bulkier man into the room. It was bare-bones. A bed, a bathroom, and a TV. Everything a businessman could need between flights out of town. Lindsey manhandled him in a similar fashion when a third agent showed up behind the two of them and sat down in the chair across from Mark’s bed.

“Here’s the rules. Either you stay here for four days straight under constant surveillance by either Perez, Agent Erickson, or myself or you submit to an x-ray exam. Whichever one comes first.” Strahm explained. “Get comfortable. You’re going to lose your mind if you don’t find someway to occupy your time here.”

“Thanks for the tip, counselor.” Hoffman rolled his eyes at the special agent’s fake pleasantries.

“If you need to use the bathroom, you tell Agent Erickson. If you need food, Erickson.” Peter continued. Hoffman opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but kept it shut when he realized it probably wouldn’t look good in a court case if he had mouthed off to the agent more than he had already had. He honestly thought, ‘and if I need a hand job, Erickson’ was pretty funny in his head. If only Strahm had any sense of humor. He slid back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling of his room. So this would be his cell for the next half a week. He only hope he could hold in the drugs long enough to get through these next four days.

---

“I’m home.” Hoffman kicked his shoes off by the door, yelling into the house. His calls go unanswered for a moment, but then his sister shouted something. “I can’t hear you, Ang.”

“I said I’m in here!” She yelled back. He followed her voice and found her in the process of cleaning her room. “Hi Mark.”

“Hi Ang.” He leaned against the door frame before asking her, “What are you up to?”

“Just reorganizing my closet.” A sweater flew past his face for emphasis on his sister’s point.

“I see. What do you want for dinner?”

“Anything’s fine.” She hummed to a tune rotating through her mental library. “Oh by the way…”

“Yeah?”

“Some guy stopped by earlier. Said you knew someone named Amanda and that she had work for you?”

“I don’t know an ‘Amanda’.” He played coy, even though he vividly remembered the addict he’d put into rehab. Or so he thought. What kind of ‘work’ did she have for him? “Thanks for taking that.”

“You’re welcome. He left a tape player, it should be on the kitchen table.”

“I’ll check it out.” He turned on his heels back to the kitchen and grabbed the player off the table to listen.

“Hello Detective.” A low voice started. Even in her deepest imitation of a man’s voice, Amanda couldn’t have recorded this. “You don’t know me, but I am the man who Amanda works for. I’m sure you and your co-workers have been eager to put a stop to my empire. You took pity on Amanda and for that I thank you, however ‘thanks’ doesn’t run a business. Meet with her tomorrow at 2 at the bar around the corner from your precinct to discuss the work you’ll be doing for me. You might ask yourself ‘Why would I work for a criminal when I’m a man of the law?’ and I will tell you right now. It’s your love for you sister. The only tether you have to this world. I will break said tether if you decide that you think you’re better than me and try to avoid my job I’ve given to you.” Like that the tape stopped. Mark flipped it over just to make sure there wasn’t anything else recorded on the opposite side of the tape. Something that could pinpoint where this asshole was and take him in before the meeting was supposed to take place but he listened in vain. He slide the player away from him and paced the kitchen. He tried to think of something he could do that would prevent Angie from being a causality in his lapse in judgment, now coming back to bite him in the ass. He ran his fingers through his hair before Angie interrupted his thoughts in person this time,

“It can’t be that hard to figure out what pizza shop you want to order from tonight.” She smiled at him

“Pick whichever one you want.” He sighed

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Rough day at work.” He lied to her. The less she knew about this whole deal the better.

“Okay. I’ll call in the order, but you’re driving to get it.” She laughed

“That’s fine.” He shrugged, trying to bask in the warmth of her presence and calm himself down. The rest of the night was uneventful, but Mark didn’t get a bit of sleep. As he was told, he showed up to the bar. There was no one in the bar except Amanda. She looked oddly calm.

“Detective.” Her expression was blank… he didn’t know if that was an improvement over the feral animal he ‘saved’ that day or if this was just some lobotomized version of the woman.

“Just get to the point. What does your guy need from me?”

“John. His name is John.” She spit at him. The pieces started falling into place in Hoffman’s mind. Her boss was John Fucking Kramer. His body went frigid. His whole department had been searching for the man for at least five years, and now this man had Hoffman in his sights. Worst than that, Angie was in the crossfire because of him and his compassion for someone that reminded him a bit too much of his sister.

“Fucking hell” were the only words that he was able to sputter out.

“Yeah.” Her expression turned into a crooked smile as she saw the wheels spinning in the detective’s head.

“What does John want from me?”

“Simple. You’re coming with me to Thailand and we’re bringing back drugs for John.” She told him like it was a trip to the corner store.

“Are you two fucking insane? I don’t even have a passport…”

“Already taken care of.” She slipped a royal blue document from her pants pocket and shoved it into Mark’s hand

“How did you get my info to forge this?”

“It’s amazing what you can find out with just a badge number, Detective.” She started to walk away from him

“Wait.” He turned towards her. She stopped and faced him once more, crossing her arms in front of her. “When are we going?”

“Next week. Meet me here.”

“Fine.” He grumbled and went back to work like that whole exchange hadn’t happened

---

The trip was uneventful. Many people in his life had told Mark that he should visit Thailand one day. He’d love the beaches, the food, the culture… and he got none of that. Amanda dragged his ass at butt o’clock in the morning to the supplier, making him wait for what felt like hours in five minutes as she grabbed a duffel bag’s worth of cocaine. She took him back to the hotel and explained how he was going to smuggle the cocaine back into the States. She spent nearly 3 hours tying up condoms full of the drugs and placed it before Mark. He only half-listened to the woman before her hand was on his thick throat and the other was forcing down the first balloon through his mouth. He nearly choked on the foreign intrusion before mouthing off to her.

“You could have warned me first.”

“Call it a right of passage. Open back up.” Her grip stayed firm on his neck. He begrudgingly opened his lips up for her and she took a handful this time and pushed it into his mouth. His throat had never hurt so badly. Tears escaped from the corners of his eyes until it was finally over. He ran a hand over his stomach, it didn’t feel like there was anything inside of him. Would they all just burst out of him at once like a chest buster with one wrong breath? “And this….” Amanda shook a nondescript bottle at him before taking out four pills. Rather than fight it again he swallowed them. “That should block you up for long enough… but just in case your fat ass goes through it faster…” Another four pills went down the hatch. He barely had time to recover before the woman shoved his passport into his hand and threw his bags at him. They got onto the plane without a word spoken between them, and Amanda all but abandoned him during security. They had a set timeline that they needed to get to John’s car by. When his bag didn’t show up and he looked at his watch. He didn’t have time to wait, so he booked it through security. Just as he thought he was in the clear was when the illusion all came crashing down. And that was why he was here now.

[hebuiltfive]

Hellooo!

How about our boy Scotty and #22?

Hellooo! Thank you for the ask! My words were not wording, so I hope this is okay and makes sense (I did read it back, but I don't think my brain is firing properly). Also I wasn't sure how to end it so apologies for the sudden finish! We're travelling back in time for some Wee!Tracys for this one!

(#22: You've Got Something On Your Face from 30 Gentle Prompts)

Pie

Time-keeping was a skill that little Scott was very proud of having. The watch Jeff had bought him for his recently passed ninth birthday had been a cherished present and Scott had worn it with every outfit, even when the bright blue of the watch didn’t exactly match the attire chosen. He didn’t care. It helped him keep track of time which, as he often pointed out to his younger siblings, was a very important thing to do.

Hence why Scott became irate this morning.

Before bed, he had asked his father all the necessary questions regarding how long it would take to drive out to the track and what time would be best for him to set his alarm. Jeff had helped him navigate the itinerary before tucking him in for the night and wrestling with Lucille over Scott not needing to be so organised at the tender age of nine. Scott had heard part of their conversation, but their words had soon drowned out as sleep claimed him.

When he had woken in the morning, he was on time and raring to go. His bag had been packed the night before so all he had to worry about was getting ready to leave, but that was when it all went wrong.

He strolled downstairs, his bag grasped excitedly in his hand, prepared to see his father waiting to drive him over to the club… Only Jeff wasn’t in the living room. He wasn’t on the front porch and, when Scott traipsed through to the kitchen, he noticed he wasn’t there either.

Virgil was sat at the table. In one hand, he held a spoon that was dripping with milk and cereal. In the other, he held an orange coloured crayon, which currently held more of his attention. When Scott entered, Virgil’s head lifted.

“Dad had to go over to Grandpa’s. Something had happened.”

Scott’s heart sunk. “What? What happened?”

“Nothing bad!” Virgil quickly amended at the look of dread on his older brother’s face. “Grandpa said it was urgent though, and Dad said he would have been back by now.”

Scott slammed his bag onto the table before lifting himself into one of the dining chairs with a huff.

Virgil steadied his bowl of breakfast with a tut. “Careful! You’ll ruin my homework!”

“What are you working on?” Scott asked, peering over the box of cereal to try and make out what Virgil had been colouring. Being on the opposite side of the table, it took Scott a minute to decipher the picture. “Is that a pigeon?”

“No! We’re studying regional birds. This is the titmouse.” He held up the orange colour proudly. “He has some orange around his sides!”

“Orange is boring. You should colour it blue.”

“It wouldn’t be accurate.”

“So? It would look cooler.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, throwing over another sheet of paper towards Scott. It landed upside down but, when Scott flipped it over, he noticed an already completed picture.

“That’s a bluejay.” Virgil explained as Scott’s eyes widened.

“I’ve seen these! There were some in one of the parks when me and Dad visited Wichita last month.”

“You can keep it.”

Scott’s eyes tore away from the perfectly coloured in picture — honestly, Virgil had a real talent for his art projects — to glance back at his brother. “What about your homework?”

“I only needed to do one, but I got inspired so I did them all. You can keep that one.”

Before he could utter his thanks aloud, Lucille walked into the kitchen with John trailing behind her. When she caught sight of Scott, he expression saddened. “Scott, honey, I’m so sorry but you might have to join the afternoon class today. Your dad did say he’d be back by now but…”

“It’s alright. Virgil coloured me in a bird.” Scott held up the picture for his mother to see.

“That’s lovely, sweetie.” She smiled fondly and then ruffled his hair. “Now, breakfast?”

Scott frowned. “But what if dad gets home when I’m eating?”

“You shouldn’t really start the day without breakfast, Scot. What about some cereal, like Virgil? Or I could make you some pancakes if you’d prefer.”

A dull thud and then the cries of a toddler came from the next room. Lucille ran out to check on Gordon before she noticed Scott’s grimace at her suggestions.

“Mommy is right, Scotty.” Virgil said, as John clambered up onto one of the chairs to join his older brothers. “Food is good.”

Scott rolled his eyes. He wasn’t particularly hungry and he hadn’t planned on having anything before his first day of training. Though he wouldn’t admit it to any of them, he had been feeling anxious all night. His sports teacher had signed him up for the track club after claiming he saw potential in Scott, and Scott had been excited to start ever since he’d agreed to give the club a go, but now the day had approached, he was nothing but nervous. Eating was the last thing on his mind.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Just have something small.” Virgil offered his bowl. “You can have the rest of mine, if you’d like?”

Scott shook his head. Cereal, especially the kind that was now soggy from being left in the milk too long, was the least appealing option. He jumped off the chair and scoured the kitchen. Both Virgil and John watched him curiously as he opened cupboards and debated between boxes and tins. Eventually, during his perusal of the refrigerator, he caught sight of the remainder of Mom’s freshly made apple pie and his eye brightened.

He took the pie from the shelf and placed it on the counter. Once he retrieved a clean plate from one of the cupboards, Scott carefully sliced himself a piece. He was acutely aware of his two brothers staring at him. Smugly, he returned the rest of the pie to the fridge and then took his seat at the table again.

“That isn’t breakfast!” Virgil claimed as Scott began to tuck into the pie.

“Mom said I had to eat. This is what I want to eat.”

“But it isn’t healthy!”

Scott’s eyes flitted from Virgil’s horrified expression to John’s curious gaze. He shrugged. “It tastes good though.”

“Mommy said pie is for the puds.” John frowned, finally understanding what his older brother had chosen to do and deciding to show he was unhappy about it. “Not morning time!”

Another couple of bites of pie were taken and Scott rolled his eyes. “It’s fine, Johnny. Mom won’t know. I’ll eat it really fast, look!”

But John had already jumped down from the table and had left the kitchen. 

Unfazed, Scott continued to eat at a hurried pace. Whilst he technically didn’t do anything wrong by helping himself to the apple pie, he didn’t fancy having to explain his choices to Lucille and so wanted to be rid of any evidence before she returned.

“Ew, Scott, slow down! You’re getting crumbs everywhere!”

“Stop bein’ such a baby, ‘Gil.” He involuntary spat more crumbs everywhere, causing Virgil to cover his colouring to avoid the sheet getting tainted.

It took Scott no less than a few minutes to finish the plate. He grinned widely. “See? Nothing to worry about!”

Virgil clamped a hand over his mouth as the front door to the ranch clicked open and Jeff’s voice boomed through to them.

“Scotty? Ready to go?”

With furrowed brows of confusion at his younger brother’s obvious amusement, Scott hopped off the dining chair. The pie sat heavy in his stomach as he jumped, the nervousness beginning to set back in again, but he pushed it aside.

Just as Scott was about to run through to greet Jeff, Lucille appeared from the next room. She stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Slow down. You’ll cause an accident— Oh, Scotty.”

There was a glint of amusement in her eyes that matched Virgil’s quiet giggles.

Scott frowned. “What?”

“What have I told you about leaving those pies for pudding, not for breakfast?”

His cheeks warmed. “I didn’t…”

“No? So why is your little face covered in the red sauce and crumbs?”

His mother’s fingers carefully wiped at the corners of his mouth as she asked him her question. There was no accusatory tone, only soft delight.

Scott batted her fingers away. How embarrassing! “Mom! Stop! It’s fine! I’m already late!”

Behind him, Virgil was finding it hard to contain his chuckles. 

Scott offered him a glare, finally realising what his younger brother had found so funny. “You didn’t even tell me!”

“You would have found out eventually! That’s what happens when you eat something you’re not supposed to, Scotty.”

“Boys.” Jeff stood behind his wife in the doorway. “No fighting.”

“We wasn’t fighting.” Virgil clarified, his smile still large and beaming despite his inaccurate phrasing.

“We were about to.” Scott mumbled before being ushered out of the kitchen by Lucille.

Jeff took Scott’s shoulders to direct him through to the porch. “Come on, let’s get you going. We can make it for the afternoon class and… Scott, why are your clothes covered in pie crumbs?”

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Royal Rumble Marathon: 1992

The Royal Rumble marathon continues into 1992.

Spoilers for past Rumbles…

The undercard:

The Orient Express vs the New Foundation.

We see footage of the Mountie defeating Bret Hart. The commentators noted Bret wrestled with a high fever and is now out with the flu. I’m assuming Bret was sick as it would be an odd choice to change the title on a house show three days before Bret’s advertised match against the Mountie at the Royal Rumble. Roddy comes to Bret’s defense and will take his place against the now-champion Mountie.

The Mountie vs Roddy Piper. Roddy gets a huge reaction. Roddy wins his only WWF/E title when he defeats the Mountie.

The Bushwhackers (with Jamison) vs the Beverly Brothers (with the Genius). This re-watch marathon is bringing back memories of performers I haven’t thought of in decades. Jamison? That’s a blast from the past. If you’re too young to remember Jamison, think of a nerdy Rick Moreno type combined with a dash of the “Eugene” gimmick.

The Legion of Doom vs the Natural Disasters. Last year at the Rumble, Tugboat was helping Hogan fight Earthquake, now he calls himself Typhoon and has formed a tag team with Earthquake. I recommend the “Dark Side of the Ring” episode on Earthquake, it wasn’t “dark” per se but it was an interesting look at the man behind the gimmick. I never liked the Legion of Doom’s presentation in the WWF. The Road Warriors in the AWA/NWA were scary and intimidating. The team went to the WWF and their mystique/aura decreased by 75%.

Sean Mooney interviews a newly-turned Shawn Michaels with footage from the infamous Barbershop attack on Marty Janetty. The Rockers break-up has to be one of the all-time heel turns.

Hype vignettes before the Rumble: Flair, Savage, Sid Justice, Repo Man, Davey Boy, Jake Roberts, Undertaker, Hogan,

Marty Janetty and Nasty Boy Knobbs have lost their spots in the Royal Rumble due to injuries (though I think Janetty’s was in-storyline only as this took place a week after Shawn sent Marty through the barbershop window). Nikolai Volkoff and Haku will take their spots.

For the first time the Rumble has a point as this year the winner will become the WWF World heavyweight champion. If I remember correctly, the title was vacated/held up due to a Hogan/Undertaker storyline.

The entrants in order of appearance:

Davey Boy Smith

Ted DiBase (accompanied by Sherri Martel)

Ric Flair (accompanied by Mister Perfect)

Nasty Boy Sags

Haku

Shawn Michaels

“El Matador” Tito Santana (Such a lame gimmick for Tito)

The Barbarian

Kerry Von Erich

Repo Man (formerly known as Smash of Demolition) It’s a silly gimmick but I love it

Greg “The Hammer” Valentine

Nikolai Volkoff

Big Boss Man

Hercules

“Rowdy” Roddy Piper

Jake “the Snake” Roberts

“Hacksaw” Jim Duggan

IRS (Mike Rotunda)

“Superfly” Jimmy Snuka

The Undertaker

“Macho Man” Randy Savage

The Berzerker (John Nord)

Virgil

Iron Sheik (referred to as Mustafa, accompanied by Adnan)

Rick “the Model” Martel

Hulk Hogan

Skinner (Steve Keirn)

Sgt Slaughter

Sid Justice

The Warlord (accompanied by Slick)

Flair wins the Rumble to become the new world champion. Hogan is the worst babyface ever – he has a hissy when Sid eliminates him from the Rumble, helps Flair eliminate Sid from the Rumble after his own elimination, and then chases Flair from the ring so he can’t celebrate his victory. Hogan continues to have a hissy at Sid. I never liked Hogan as a child and rewatching his storylines as an adult I can understand why all his “frends” eventually turn on him. He sucks!

Only the first two entrants received entrance music. Managers were allowed to accompany their charges to ringside but could not remain in the area (the WWF flip flops on whether managers could remain at ringside during the early years ).

First time Rumblers: Ric Flair, Nasty Boy Sags, IRS, Berzerker, Virgil, Skinner, Sid Justice

Highlights: Heenan having a panic attack the length of the Rumble over the possibility of Flair’s elimination, Flair’s performance, Savage accidentally eliminates himself but Taker throws him back in to continue in the Rumble. Flair sets a new endurance record for the Rumble

March to Wrestlemania: Hogan and Sid have their confrontation to set up their Wrestlemania match.

Wrestlers and others who have passed on: Gorilla Monsoon, Bobby Heenan, Howard Finkel, Mr. Fuji, Owen Hart, Jim Neidhart (we have six deceased individual within 5 minutes of the event starting), Lord Alfred Hayes, Roddy Piper, “The Genius” Lanny Poffo, Bushwhacker Butch, the Legion of Doom, Earthquake, Mean Gene Okerlund, “Mister Perfect” Curt Henning, Paul Bearer, Jack Tunney, Davey Boy Smith, Sherri Martel, Kerry Von Erich, Nikolai Volkoff, Big Boss Man, Hercules, Jimmy Snuka, Joey Marella, Virgil, Iron Sheik, Adnan.

Total number of deceased performers: 28, passing the previous Rumble by seven.

Rating: 8 out of 10

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This blog *-* Can I have a headcanon for Price ? The ones for Soap and Alejandro are ghgffhh <3

Hello there! I'm really glad you like my blog, thank you! Here are some headcanons about our favourite Captain :)

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General John Price headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of PTSD, depression (?), smoking, canon typical violence

A/N: This turns pretty grim by the end, but I hope you still like it!

• This man watches football whenever he can and he's been at matches quite a lot in his life. He took Gaz with him a few times, even Laswell once

• Sometimes he snores like a dad and Gaz needed several days to get used to the sound in order to sleep when they started working together

• Tells horrible dad jokes all the time and he knows most of the guys hate them, but won't stop

• Coughs like his lungs will collapse but somehow he's healthy

• His knee always crunches like it's about to break

• He's mostly unperturbed by all the carnage and violence by now, but he saw a baby being born once and almost fainted and threw up

• In full honesty he doesn't mind cheaper cigars, but he likes to fuck with everyone by acting like he hates them

• The smell of the smoke on his breath/clothes is really noteable but he doesn't care

• Has a high alcohol tolerance. The only way you will know if he's getting tipsy is by noticing the subtle change in his accent to deeper and more slurred words. If somehow he's really gone, then you will know by the little red tints on his cheeks (which are mostly hidden by his facial hair, but you can see it up close)

• Not an early bird. He tends to be grumpy in the mornings, but if you give him coffee it's gonna be fine

• Which reminds me: his preferred drink will always be a good whiskey, but he usually downs anything he has to (coffee, tea, those horrible protein shakes, vitamin mixes and so on)

• Occasionally reads, mostly classics or novels

• Prefers salty food over sweet

• The secret of the facial hair? Patience and genuine care about his appearance. He shaves for like an hour every time because he doesn't want to ruin his mustache/beard (Alex is the same damn way I swear)

• He likes jazz music and 80's rock. Sometimes he blasts those horrendous English raps too because he knows the others hate it (sorry if I insulted anyone lol)

• Thinks pineapple on pizza is hideous (Soap loves it lol)

• He's had so many broken bones in his life, he has no idea if there is any in his body that he didn't destroy at least once yet

• He doesn't really like action/military based movies because of the unnecessary violence in them. They remind him of things he doesn't want to remember too much. He'd rather watch shitty romantic movies or even comedies, but he won't be caught dead while laughing at them. He also tends to laugh while watching horror movies, but the heavy gore can remind him of bad memories

• He doesn't care about social media or any of that stuff really. Sometimes Gaz shows him stuff like cat videos because he loves them. Everything he knows he got it from Kyle tbh

• He has no fashion sense whatsoever. Outside of work he either looks like a dad on vacation, or still wears too much stuff similar to his gear that he seems to be going back to work in 10 minutes

• He likes fuzzy socks btw

• Adores big dogs, he can just wrestle with them and when they lay on him it makes him feel centered and comfortable thanks to their weight

• Unreasonably good at poker and he has the highest record with like 2 wins behind Laswell (who he just can't beat)

• He can handcraft a bunch of stuff if you give him a piece of wood and a knife. He made little figures for Gaz and the guy kept them as lucky charms over the years

• He doesn't fuss around too much about food and he's not picky. Whatever he gets, he gets, and that's fine by him (he used to live off worst stuff anyways). He loves meat though, a nice steak always puts him in a good mood. Also probably makes mean bbq

• Drinks beverages like orange juice or even milk straight out of the carton

• He's a man who always keeps his promises. Not one to lie or feed half truths, he always straight up says everything he has to

• Has a collection of weird/dumb looking beanies he has received over the years from his team

• He met Kate's wife once and she made him feel like family in the best way possible. He was glad his best friend had such a great person in their life that they could go home to

• Very protective of his men. He has lost too many friends and doesn't want to lose anyone else

• His biggest fear is ending up alone, watching everyone he loves die

• Every man he has lost weights heavy on his shoulders. He remembers their faces, but not all their names which makes him feel even more guilty

• Tends to bottle up his emotions and act like everything is fine. Sometimes he breaks down seemingly out of nowhere, but only when he's alone

• Kate is his closest friend and when it gets really bad, she's the one he seeks out

• He has occasional nightmares just like everyone else, but feels like he's dealing well with them (mostly he does)

• He has a watch he got from Soap as a birthday gift once. He only wears it outside of work because it's too important for him to get it damaged in any way

• He rarely has free time or time away from work, but he gets the most out of it. He has a few safe houses, but prefers to spend his time in one in particular because it has all his personal belongings he has left

• At first he thought the "you're everyone's father" was a joke, but then he realized how genuinely they meant that and he kind of broke down. He didn't think he deserved that amount of deep affection and what came with a title such as that, but it made him feel unexplainably happy at the same time

• He's not sure if he ever wants a family. He knows the military is his life and would never leave it behind, unless he has to retire because he can't keep up anymore (even then, only if they force him). The idea of having someone who loves him waiting at home brings warmth to his chest, but he's not sure if he deserves it. He doesn't want to taint anyone with his hands that hold so much blood on them

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Castiel (Supernatural/Grimm) - Short Story -Extra 2

Castiel has so many cute sides.

But what is most endearing is probably the way he looks at you sometimes when you’d kiss him suddenly. His eyes would gleam in a way that almost glowed. His lips would form a small smile and his cheeks would become a delicate flush, brows furrowed in curiosity and anticipation.

“Can I have another?”

You often found yourself gushing when he made the request. He was just too sweet. So of course you were obligated to fulfill his request and give him another little kiss to satisfy him.

Days on the job were funny. 

You get to see Castiel somewhat in an element that he’s familiar with. He’d told you he worked a number of cases with Dean back home. It’s a bit funny because Castiel’s serious persona worked great for some of the more tricky cases. His blunt way of questioning suspects made it easy to spot lies. 

Like today.

“Where were you last night Mr. Adona?”

The man shifted in his spot at the glare Castiel had directed right at him.

“I-I was just at home having a beer.”

“You’re lying.”

Adona stiffened in his seat and Castiel’s eyes were still narrowed, as if trying to intimidate the truth right out of him.

“F-Fine! I killed him okay! The bastard basically stole my wife and kid! What was I supposed to do?”

“You’ve been separated from your wife for three years and she wasn’t romantically involved with John Kleff. He was her therapist. She was trying to work through losing her home after you gambled away most of your money. You killed an innocent man because you were a jealous gambling drunk.”

You could tell that your words had struck him. The pain on his face was something he deserved. You never liked cases like these. Wrong place at the wrong time.

You slid the pad across the desk.

“Write it all down.”

He nodded, lowering his head in shame as he grabbed the pen.

It was tough, those situations where there were no real winners. Stepping out of the interrogation, you took the confession as some other officers grabbed him to be processed. Castiel was at your side, matching stride. It took maybe twenty minutes to get it all done. The second you were done with the paperwork, you dropped the stack on your desk. Castiel walked in and when you saw the small pack of marshmallows in his hand you smiled. He handed it to you, and you took it graciously. He sat down.

“I know it can be difficult, but I am always here if you need me.”

You appreciate that more than he realizes. For a while you’ve been without a partner and for longer you’ve been somewhat alone. Relationships were tough. It was hard to know who to trust, more so because of what you could see. Dragging someone into this without fully knowing what you were capable of, it always felt like a sort of deceit.

That’s why love was a bit out of your reach. It was also why Diana had been so adamant on helping you. Diana has always been perceptive, and you knew that under all the jokes and tricks, she must have realized just how lonely you were, how much it hurt to see other people have what you couldn’t. You’re forever grateful, she never lets you forget it either.

“You seem happier.”

You nod, leaning back in your seat.

“I’m very happy, you’re here after all.” You smiled at him and he returned it, shyly looking away.

“Thank you.”

You nod, giggling.

Another thing you absolutely loved is his bashful nature.

You’re very lucky.

The day seems to drag on, by the time your shift ends, you’re ready to just dive into Castiel’s arms. You thought you were the only one eager, but the second you both had made it outside he’d pretty much teleported you to his home. You staggered and he caught you.

You looked at him with a laugh.

“Castiel, we left my car at the precinct.”

He seemed to register that.

“My apologies.”

You just shook your head, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s shower and pop in a movie.”

He was ready for that.

A nice soak in the bath together and some wrestling later and you were tucked on your couch under his arm enjoying the film.

“Oh, I almost forgot I have to stop by the spice shop tomorrow.”

Castiel hummed in response, fingers stroking your arm.

“You smell like lavender.” 

He tucked his head into your neck, inhaling softly and this time you were the one blushing. You had indeed changed your body wash but you didn’t think it was enough for him to tell the difference.

“Yeah, I changed it recently. Is it good? If the scent is too strong I can get another one.”

He started planting kisses along your skin and it became very obvious that the scent was indeed something he appreciated. His hand cupped your right breast and you nibbled on your lower lip. You could clearly see where the night was heading.

Some very strenuous activity a few hours later and you were off to the spice shop the following morning. Diana had texted you about grabbing a cup of coffee on the way for her. No doubt she was messing around there asking Rosalee about medicinal cures and such. She loved that stuff. It’s obvious why.

The second you entered she practically grabbed the drink.

“Wow, you’re welcome (Y/N), I really appreciate you going out of your way to get me that drink.”

Castiel’s brows furrow.

“Why are you speaking in the third person?”

His confused expression just made you and Diana laugh. She placed the cup down with a sarcastic bow and you rolled your eyes, glancing at the book she opened.

“What are you reading?”

She flipped the page.

“It’s a potion that protects you from the pheromones of Ziegevolk. Last week one of the triplets apparently got hit with some. Figured it could come in handy since you and Kelly are the only ones that are practically immune.” You smile.

“Someone sounds jealous.”

“You wish.”

She was smiling as she took another sip of your drink as you waited for Rosalee to get in from the back. You usually came by on your days off to help with the stock. When you turned, Castiel was already lifting a few boxes. He already knows the drill. You smile.

“Castiel, have I told you how good your butt looks when you’re lifting heavy items.”

The familiar flush returned to his cheeks.

“I don’t believe you have.”

His responses were also very entertaining. He placed the boxes down in their designated space, shuffling back to grab the next stack, still wearing a slight blush.

“You guys are so lovey dovey it’s almost sickening.” Diana complained.

“Just remember it’s all because of you.”

“Oh trust me, I’ll never forget.”

You were ready for the list of items she would request for setting you up with Castiel, but she straightened in her seat, looking over at the door, then to the side. When she stood it became apparent something was going on. You recognize that look.

“Diana, what’s wrong?”

The subtle amethyst glow ignited around her irises, her eyes looking around as if searching.

“Something is coming..”

You did not like the sound of that. 

Castiel paused, dropping his boxes.

“She is right.”

Castiel's eyes were now shining as well, the blue light very familiar. His angel blade slid right out of his sleeve, gripping the handle as he prepared.

Rosalee walked in that very moment and you drew your gun, just in case.

“Is something wrong?” Rosalee asked, concerned.

“I’m not sure…”

Diana sounds distracted, and you’re waiting for it, whatever it is. What you don’t expect is the sound of wings. Similar to what Castiel’s sounds like when he just vanishes. You all seem to turn at the male now standing in the room and Castiel relaxes.

“Michael.”

He places his blade away, so you take it as a sign that this person isn’t a threat. The light has left Diana's eyes as well.

“I apologize for my sudden appearance. Jack informed me that you had left our world. I was concerned so I came to..”

The way his words lagged at the end was confusing. He looked like he was staring at something. You followed his gaze, and it landed right on Diana who’s wearing a similarly dazed expression. Michael stepped towards her and she had yet to move, her lips were parted as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“You have wings..”

Her words didn’t make sense.

“Wings, what wings?” You asked. She looked back at you.

“Y-You can’t see them, they’re right there.” She pointed, but you still couldn’t make them out. Michael stopped when he was directly in front of her.

“You are very beautiful..” Michael spoke wistfully.

She giggled in a very un-Diana way, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. She was smiling and you could have been wrong, but you could have sworn she was blushing.

“What the..”

You were still trying to figure out what was going on.

Castiel slid over to your side.

“I believe my brother might be interested in courting your sister.” He whispered next to you. Even if he’d shouted it, it was clear that neither of them would hear. Rosalee looked excited at the little love connection.

“Brother, you came to speak with me.”

Michael blinked, as if remembering. He turned to Castiel.

“Yes I..I just wanted to ensure that you were…you were..”

He was having a hard time finding his train of thought, his gaze moving back to Diana who was smiling way too widely.

“Is this how we were when we first met?”

You couldn’t imagine acting so foolishly lovestruck.

“Definitely.” Diana responded without breaking eye contact from Michael.

“Since you’re here, maybe I can show you around our universe. That is if you have time to spare.” She batted her eyes and he nodded eagerly.

“Yes, I would like that very much. “

She smiled, holding out her hand.

“I’m Diana, it’s nice to meet you Michael.”

“You as well.”

He still seemed very much in a daze and Diana sent a wink in your direction.

You were starting to notice a pattern.

It’s clear that your bloodline was attracted to all things angel.

~Nick and Adalind’s House~

“Dad!!! I got a boyfriend!!”

Diana’s call was like a siren and Nick broke the corner with his gun drawn. Michael looked a bit confused.

“What do you mean boyfriend!! Were you hiding him all this time like your sister!?!”

You casually strolled into the room with Castiel and Adalind walked out of the kitchen with an apron around her waist.

“Why is your first response to us having partners so aggressive and why do you have your gun drawn!”

He shrugged.

“Just making sure she was safe.”

“She said boyfriend, not a serial killer Dad!!”

“I don’t see the difference.” He muttered.

Castiel rolled over to Michael’s side.

“You have nothing to worry about, this is a normal greeting in traditional human customs.”

You facepalm.

“Castiel, it really isn’t. My dad is just a psycho and very overprotective.”

Michael tilts his head, taking a step forward.

“I assure you no harm will come to your daughter while she’s in my care. If anyone were to hurt her I would rip their souls right out of their body and scatter the pieces to the edges of the earth.”

Your expression just went blank. Diana was grinning and Adalind looked a bit concerned.

“Another angel huh, guess I can make an exception.”

Nick holds out his hand.

“Welcome to the family.”

“DAD!!”

Your family needs serious help. 

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helloooo! so. we know jasper is a thrift store suit gym rat. but how stronk are the other ROs? I'm guessing John is at least a little buff? (is marybeth the strongest of em all???)

Hahaha! 💪 Let's see...

John: He has the body of a healthy hedonist, haha! As much as he enjoys food and drink, he also considers it the better part of his job description to take on handyman work as needed throughout the town: patching up a roof here, repairing a fence there, hauling bricks, fetching down kittens stuck in trees-- he's even up to performing light electrical / carpentry / plumbing work. John's love of people and making himself useful means his body is in pretty constant motion, so there's certainly plenty of muscle under there, even if it doesn't necessarily show at first glance.

Marybeth: (Sparrow interjects from well out of arm's reach: "Though she be but little, she is fierce!") Probably the least physically strong of the group-- but if she's really mad, that won't stop her from picking up Sparrow and throwing him across the room anyway (Sparrow beats a hasty retreat)

Patti: She grew up on a ranch, and took very active part in all the chores that entailed, from managing livestock to chopping wood to keeping the homestead farm running. While her current lifestyle is somewhat less physically demanding, prior to the events of the story she still spent at least a few afternoons each week helping her brother run the ranch. She could quite possibly take John in an arm-wrestling match-- assuming John did not have the foresight to run away or play dead in advance.

Sparrow: Not actually as fragile as he might look-- but that's all I'll say on that subject. 😶

Jasper: For those unaware, this Ask references a previous Ask where I revealed that Kit/the MC at one point describes Jasper-- to his face-- as "a grumpy gym rat in a thrift-store suit" (he's terribly offended by the attack on his suit, by the way-- it is period-appropriate). Because he considers it vital to prepare for any and all possible eventualities he might meet with, he holds himself to a rigid standard of physical conditioning, and engages in a number of physical disciplines to that end (distance running, circuit training, and Judo among them).

[readingandwritingandreading]

The Day Before You ~ Part 2

My Blurb: Thank you all for the comments on the first part, feedback really is what keeps writers going. Likes are good but comments and reblogs are GOLD! As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if anone is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: the term “balls deep”, reference to cheating

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“Now I've got two of ya lookin at your phone, instead of getting ready.” Butch sounded annoyed but he had a grin on his face when he burst into the locker room. Sheamus responded by chucking a roll of tape at him while I laughed. 

“Says the man who sends me baby pictures at 3 in the morning.” I finished my text to Lyssa before tossing the phone in my bag and standing up to stretch. I hadn’t made it more than two hours after getting her number to send her a text. It was simple, just “Hey, this is Ridge” but we’d been texting back and forth non stop for the past week. Tonight was Smackdown and she said she was watching, it gave me a new motivation to perform well. It also made me eager to get home, if we got out of the arena fairly quickly, we would be back in Orlando about 2 in the morning which would give me time to get some sleep and take care of the parts of our date I couldn’t do over the phone. I was pulled out of my thoughts by one of the interns letting us know we were up next. I grinned when I saw my phone light up, leaning over to see a text from Lyssa:

Lyssa: “Good luck!”

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A thrill shot through me when their music hit, the thumping drums matching my heartbeat. It was ridiculous how excited I was, we had been texting all week and more than once I had caught myself smiling at the phone. I sat up straighter from where I had been sprawled across my couch, studying Ridge as him, Sheamus and Butch headed to the ring. They were continuing their feud with Imperium tonight, the three men already standing stonily in the ring. I had been watching WWE since the wedding but I was invested now, I knew tonight's match would be brutal. These six were always trying to straight up murder each other. 

Despite his attitude, massive size and obvious strength, that was currently emphasized by the cut off t-shirt he wore to the ring, Ridge had been a fun, engaging and interesting conversationalist the past week. He was smarter and sweeter than his in ring demeanor alluded to. 

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Ridge: “Finally out of the arena and on the highway. With Butch driving we’ll be home in record time.”

Lyssa: “As long as he gets you guys back in one piece. Haha. Is your nose ok?”

Ridge: “Ya, it’s going to take more than a forearm from those three to break it. You worried about me?”

Lyssa: “Well, I don’t want my favorite wrestler on the bench. Then I would have no reason to watch.”

Ridge: “I’m your favorite wrestler?”

Lyssa: “John Cena’s not in the ring much these days so…”

Ridge: “Noted. Adding take down Cena and become Lyssa’s favorite to my wrestling goals.”

Lyssa: “*laugh emoji* You guys have a safe trip, I have a big date tomorrow so I need to get some sleep.” 

Ridge: “Lucky guy. Goodnight Lyssa.”

Lyssa: “*blushing emoji* Goodnight Ridge.” 

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Lyssa lived in a light blue and brick, 3 bedroom apartment building with a neatly manicured walkway. Sliding my SUV into one of the guest parking spots I shut off the engine and double checked her apartment number. Unit 3314, a corner apartment on the right side of the building. Following the signs, I took the stairs two at a time until I made it to her floor, pausing before her door to take a breath and make sure I hadn’t crushed the small bouquet in my hands.

My quick knock was followed by some shuffling sounds before Lyssa opened the door, immediately smiling when she saw me. Her smile lit up her whole face and caused a strange skip in my heartbeat that years of wrestling and rugby had never caused. I thought I was screwed when she’d been dragged over to dance with me at the wedding, but right now looking at her beaming at me I knew it for sure. 

“Hi! Come on in, I just have to put my shoes on.” She moved out of the doorway allowing me to step into a small hallway. 

“These are for you.” I handed her the bouquet, trying not to groan when her smile grew and her hand brushed mine.

She smelled the flowers before turning and heading further into the apartment where I could see an island with bar stools pulled up to it. “Thank you! I love flowers! I’m terrible at keeping them alive but I love their smell and the way they brighten up a room.” 

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I kneeled down to grab a vase from under my sink. I didn’t need to turn to know that Ridge had followed me and was surveying my apartment. I could almost sense his presence as I set the vase in the sink to add water. He looked massive in the space but didn’t seem uncomfortable, his hands tucked into the pockets of the olive jacket he wore over a black shirt that I was sure wasn’t supposed to look that good on anyone. 

Turning I placed the flowers in the vase and moved it to the middle of my island. “I’m glad you like them. I didn’t know what your favorite was.” Ridge shrugged. 

“I don’t really have one, I like all the colors and scents. I don’t like mums. They smell weird and remind me of a hospital.” I shuddered while sliding my flats on and grabbing my jacket from the closet. Somehow Ridge was immediately beside me, holding it up so I could slide my arms in. For a big man, he sure could move quietly. “Thank you.” I smiled at him before grabbing my purse. 

Ridge hadn’t told me where we were going, only mentioning that I should wear pants. Despite my attempts he refused to budge on the surprise date location. I tried to guess as we headed away from all the fancy restaurants, giving him a raised eyebrow when we pulled into a riverside park. “Are you bringing me here to kill me?”

Ridge snorted, pulling the car into a spot. “If I wanted to kill you I wouldn’t have brought my own car.” He quickly shut off the car and exited, opening the door on my side before I had a chance to open it myself. He offered me his arm and I laughed, tucking my arm into his.

He led us on a path and I gasped, stopping in my tracks when we came around the bend. A cove from the nearby lake stretched out before us and there was a wooden dock that ended in a gazebo several yards into the water. There were twinkling lights on the railings and surrounding the gazebo creating a soft glow as the sun faded. 

“Is this ok? I know it’s not a fancy restaurant or anything but I…” he was cut off by me grabbing his arm and dragging him down the dock.. 

“This is perfect. I love it. It’s so beautiful and quiet. How did you do all this?” As we reached it, I surveyed the table in the middle of the gazebo already set with plates of covered food and drinks. 

“I’m helping a few of the rookies down in the training center. They agreed to get it all set up and cleaned up if I didn’t make them do minute planks with me sitting on their backs.” Ridge laughed and pulled out my chair before finding his seat. 

“Where are they?” I looked back towards the shoreline.

Ridge raised his voice when he answered, “Minding their own business until we are done.” 

I laughed hearing the faint sound of a door slamming and a car starting in the opposite direction we had come. “This smells good, where is it from?” I could barely contain my excitement when he pulled the covers off of our plates. 

“A little place downtown, Butch told me about it not long after I moved out here. I was pretty homesick for a while. They make food just like my mum does and the lady that runs it reminds me of her. She was way too excited when I asked for her help tonight.” He shrugged.

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Lyssa looked like she was going to cry, which was not in my plans for tonight. Before I could say anything she cleared her throat and grabbed my hand across the table. “This is the nicest date I have ever been on. Astaire used to take me on these fancy elaborate dates, where I had to dress up in expensive dresses and spend way too long on my hair just to be treated like arm candy all night.” 

“Don’t all girls want to dress up in pretty dresses and get their hair done?” I replied, rubbing my thumb across our entwined fingers. I was a big man and most people were intimidated around me. It worked well in the ring but it was sometimes a hindrance with women. Lyssa was different though, she’d had no qualms about dancing with me and holding my hand or arm. 

Rolling her eyes, she shrugged, “It was fun at first, but I could never just be casually dressed and comfortable. His family had money so everything was about image and maintaining it. I love my job but he wanted a trophy wife. Then I found him balls deep in another girl, and that ended that.” 

I choked on my drink at her casual attitude. There was a flash of hurt in her eyes I would have missed if I wasn’t looking at her but it was gone before she was smiling again. “What kinda name is Astaire anyway? Obviously an idiot.” She laughed at that, the full body one that had haunted my dreams since the wedding. “Tell me about your job. What do you do exactly?” 

“Basically I read through and edit books before they are printed and published. Find typos, check continuity, make sure the book flows. Sometimes I lead focus groups. But basically I get paid to read. It’s the ultimate dream job.” Lyssa groaned as she took a bite of her food. “Oh my gosh, this is soo good.” 

I narrowly avoided choking again, her groan sending a bolt straight through my body. Clearing my throat I focused back on her job. “I noticed you had several book shelves. You like to read?”

Her eyes lit up, “I have always loved reading. We never traveled much when I was younger, so I traveled in books.” 

“Do you travel now?” I asked, refilling her glass. 

“I’ve done a little, I want to see more though. I’d love to see so many places. I’m sure England isn’t a big deal to you but I would love to see it and Scotland.” she blushed a little, “I don’t mean to presume..”

“I’d gladly take you with me.” I cut her off quickly.

She nodded before resuming eating, letting the comfortable silence settle over us. 

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Ridge held my hand on the drive back to my apartment. It was a silly, almost high school level, gesture but I couldn’t help being thrilled about it. Ever the gentleman, he opened the car door and walked me to my apartment, his hand lingering at the small of my back on the stairs. His touch was warm and gentle but firm, making me feel safe and cared for. I didn’t want the night to end but I knew he hadn’t had a lot of rest and I was still too fresh out of my relationship with Astaire to move things any further. I unlocked my door and then turned to Ridge, “Thank you for tonight, it was wonderful.”

“My pleasure” he replied before taking my hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. “Goodnight Lyssa.” 

“Goodnight Ridge,” using his hold on my hand to balance myself, I stretched up on my toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek before stepping into my apartment. 

[christoplack]

Percy Pringle (Paul Bearer) shares a story of how just days before Christmas in 1990, his car was repossessed, and he was on the verge of bankruptcy until a call to Rick Rude changed his fate: "It was four days before Christmas, in Dallas, Texas. World Class Championship Wrestling had closed down a couple of years before, and The USWA was ready to move back to Tennessee to make room for the new Global Wrestling Federation at The Sportatorium. I found myself without a job, and on the verge of bankruptcy. My car had been repossessed, and we didn’t have the money for a Christmas tree, much less presents to put under one. It became painfully hard to look into the eyes of my ten-year old and three-year old sons. I knew in my heart that my wrestling career was over, and it was time to make a drastic change. I called my friend “Ravishing” Rick Rude, who was working for The WWF at the time. I told Rick exactly what was going on in my life, and that I planned on moving back home to Alabama and go back to work in the funeral industry. He was very sympathetic, and asked me not to make any quick decisions. In fact, Rick told me that he would call me back before the end of the day. When we talked again a couple of hours later, he said “Vince wants you to call him at home.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Now, let me know what he has to say.” Rick concluded. I immediately fell back onto the sofa, dropping Vince McMahon’s telephone number to the floor. After about twenty minutes, I finally realized that it wasn’t a dream, and gathered the strength to dial Mr. McMahon’s private home number.“Where have you been all these years?” I remember Vince asking me, and after some small talk he told me that he would certainly like to meet with me after the holidays. The conversation still didn’t solve my Christmas problems, but I did have a sleepless night thinking that I may finally make it to “The Fed”. Early the next morning, my phone rang, and it was Mr. McMahon’s right hand man, Pat Patterson. Pat wanted to know if I could catch an early afternoon flight to New York, because Vince wanted to see me sooner than expected. Of course, my answer was positive, and he provided the flight information I needed. Things were happening so quickly, I could hardly digest them. Darkness was falling over the New York skyline as my American Airlines jet made it’s way into John F. Kennedy Airport. As I walked down the jet way, I spotted a well-dressed gentleman holding a card with my name written across it. I identified myself; he took my bag and told me to follow him to my limousine. “Limousine! Hell, I don’t even own a car.” I thought to myself. I actually felt like I was one of the Beverly Hillbillies as the limo driver took me through New York City and into Connecticut. Finally, we arrived at a majestic five-star hotel in Stamford, where I was whisked away to my penthouse suite. I wasn’t in the room five-minutes before my phone rang, and it was Pat Patterson. “Percy, Vince want to see you at 10 o’clock in the morning.” Pat told me, “I’ll pick you up at 9:45. In the meantime, you can eat, drink, and do anything you want to do. Just sign your name, it’s all courtesy of Titan Sports." To say that I was nervous is an understatement. I was scared to death, as I entered Vince McMahon’s office the next morning. Which, by the way, was my wedding anniversary, December 22, 1990. We talked about everything under the sun. It didn’t take long for Vince to make me feel right at home. As he looked over my resume, he began to laugh. I didn’t have a clue what was going on. “You have a degree in Mortuary Science?” Mr. McMahon questioned me, “This is just too much.” Little did I know that they were looking for a manger for The Undertaker, and Vince wasn’t aware that I had a background in Funeral Service, as well as being a wrestling manager. It was a match made in heaven, and when I left Titan Towers, I had a WWF contract in hand. We made it through the holidays; the WWF contract was a suitable anniversary gift for Dianna and myself. I went on the road in January 1991, as The WWF character known as Paul Bearer, managing The Undertaker."

[the-firebird69]

BANE THE SERIES EPISODE #1 - THE TRAP

And I just got an odd feeling Batman and his father the song get robbed and his mom and dad died really he says mother and father and that would be JC and Mary and there's going to be a lot of people out there as the Batman however the original story is worse than one would think it is about the Max and their father and I think that they disowned all of them

Zues Hera we think it yes us

There's a huge number of people watching and they're starting to get this but this is a series and it's huge with everybody it is a massive massive character and has to do with his wrestling he has several characters and one of them is John Cena and he's been known to go out and come back and 20 minutes or an hour pumped up in different looking and to win the match against people who just won the match against himself he knows how to juice he knows how to use the formula and is a very dangerous opponent he is affected and he's not massively brilliant but he is dangerous and they keep having him attack our son and sometimes he figures it out and today he did and it was good and there's a lot of feelings that have to do with it your son is kind of desensitized he's got a lot of things in his mind a lot of people disappeared from his life a lot of people are in his life and don't say anything to him except you're doing bad and stupid s*** and Friends going to keep saying it running around him in circles it's ridiculous you're a horrifying bunch of people for someone who is very young and has a very powerful energetic mind and soon body and you don't understand the first thing about what you are doing he's upset and angry all the time and we can't stand you and obviously you're wrong about something and we see that you're having a lot of internal problems and that's your biggest problem and he said that these Max are your enemies you know it and he didn't want you to go ahead and attack they want to do to figure out what to do and it's too late so now you have to do all sorts of weird things like what John Cena is doing developing your own venom and characters to try and stop the empire right now you don't seem to be able to get off the pseudo empire and they can't get off you and it is going to end horribly if it doesn't change this series is about that it's not just a comic book heroes running around beating each other up this is a very serious topic and it's going on in the TV show the whole time they're talking about it and there's a bit of acting going on a lot of the scenes already took place a lot of them were sent back and they can tell the difference and they sort of get the gist of it it's a nightmare we are fixing to try and fix part of it tonight it is a horrific nightmare there is a blockade it is effective it's land c air underground and space and it is pretty big and it's getting bigger and bigger and the empire is going at the source to take things and it looks like you're going to be in a lot of trouble I'm hoping that he finds somewhere to go and that someone can help him get there and he wants to go and try and get Ken to go he's very reluctant to go so he wants him to try and see if Puck is his character and maybe bill can show up LOL in costume to say that he's not Sasquatch and a lot of people say that that's a good idea

Bitol and Goddess Wife

Olympus

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 248

Beyond the Mat/The Girl Who Died

“Beyond the Mat”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean take a break to attend a wrestling match. But the fun ends when a man is found dead at the venue, with an ancient mark carved into his chest

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: would I be in these very specific circumstances? No. Probably not

This match is like “The WWE We Have At Home”

Geez…I haven’t seen a grown man be treated like an actual dog….well, actually since the last time I watched sk8 the infinity but the answer SHOULD have been ever. Anyway, it’s real weird hearing Lucifer refer to Crowley as “little puppy.”

I ADORE fanboy Dean

Aw man….not the dad who brought his son and reminded the boys of a John doing that with themmmm

You can tell Dean has wanted to play around on that stage for a LONG time

Oh thank god the demons are finally starting to turn on Lucifer, having to watch Crowley clean the floor with his tongue was a step too fat

Dean trading scar and injury stories with this older wrestler 💖

YEAHHH!!! Crowley’s out of hell!!

What. Is. Happening. Why’s the older wrestler trying to get this guy to sell his soul to a demon???

Ummm…so, it’s sell your soul or die?! Sorry, Crowley would never let that happen under his watch

Noooooooooo, why’d Lucifer have to show up RIGHT when they got to Crowley’s hand of god?? OH!! The demon I thought was working WITH Crowley was still working FOR Lucifer

Ok but like…the “I invented the double-cross”/“I perfected the double-cross” was really good. I won’t lie

Don’t meet your heroes, Dean ☹️

Oooo, been a while since we encountered some hellhounds

What a strange episode. It’s like they couldn’t figure out what to do with their literal main characters while a couple MAJOR side ones got to further the plot

“The Girl Who Died”

Plot Description: the Doctor and Clara help to protect a Viking village from space warriors from the future

I’m so glad someone finally snapped those stupid sunglasses. Thank you, random Viking man

That just seems dangerous to do. Maybe don’t pretend to be Odin, Doctor

Oh the new fake Odin took Clara to his fake Valhalla

Poor Maisie, she’s so so scared but still willing to fight. Way to go, not-Arya…except that way to go is a little sarcastic because they were so close to leaving and so were the aliens, but she had to go and declare war on them

Why are babies in dw so poetic? I mean…the translation the Doctor gives of what he can understand from their cries

The way he’s always worried about Clara dying 😭 no one tell me, but ARE we still hurtling towards the worse timeline for her? Where she becomes a Dalek?

Poor might-as-well-be-Arya feels out of place in her village for being too like a boy for the girls and too actually a girl for the boys

They’re gonna won with EELS??

ARE THEY GONNA KILL ARYA STARK???

Wait…is it only called the girl…….no, they did actually kill Arya

OH FINALLY. We got to the point where they explain why Peter Capaldi was both a dude in Pompeii and now the Doctor. He chose that face to remind himself, to hold himself to the promise to save people, to just save SOMEONE as Donna once begged him to

So of course he saved Arya, buy may have put upon her the curse of immortality. I’d love to see her come back….and it seems to be in an eternal youth way

OMG NOT ANOTHER TWO PARTER. Stop this, it’s madness

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (380): Sat 1st Apr 2023

This little attention-seeking sack of shit is Anthony. He’s 8 years old (and worryingly his hairline is already thinning) and what he wants more than anything is to go to WrestleMania one day. Today, April 1st 2023 in Los Angeles, California…Anthony gets his wish. WrestleMania: let’s fucking rock!

Early this morning Dad and I decided to shill out for another hotel that was closer to SoFi stadium because while the original plan was for him to kill time and wander around the local area while I went to Mania, there’s fuck all to do around SoFi Stadium. So now we’ve booked two nights at the Holiday Inn that’s apparently a fifteen minute bus ride from the stadium so now I can go to the wrestling while Dad chills in the hotel room. On the bus ride down from our original hotel to our new one a homeless guy got on who was shivering, covered in a bedsheet and carrying a half filled bottle of water like it was a baby. He walked right past the bus driver without paying and the driver in a moment of excellent comedic timing shouted down to him “You leave your pass in your other sheet?”. It must be fucking unbearable being a bus driver in this city. There are so many mental cases that eventually people who work on public transport must just let them in without saying anything or else the buses would never move. All those years that I was getting the bus from my house to the cafe why didn’t I just pretend to be a mentally ill tramp? The money I could have saved probably would have paid for this whole trip! After doing a dummy run to the stadium and back I set off for the real thing. I got the bus play but I had to get off   early and walk there because the bus was barely moving due to the traffic and of course having to stop at every fucking intersection. I could never live in America. The constant minute long waits at the  pedestrian crossings would drive me insane. I got to the stadium in good time and while I’ve been having nonstop anxiety dreams that something was going to go wrong that meant I wouldn’t be admitted the lady scanned my ticket and ushered me straight in. I climbed the stairs all the way to the top of the stadium and took in the scope of a venue filled to capacity with the WrestleMania sign and stage at the centre of it. At this moment the dream became a reality and I realized I had made it to WrestleMania. I wasn’t in my seat long before the show got underway. The whole thing went by very quickly and I didn’t get uncomfortable or anxious to get home at all. I was happy that Austin Theory beat John Cena, the showcase four way tag match was much more entertaining than it had any right to be (though I could have done without seeing Otis’ sweaty taint). The Seth Rollins / Logan Paul match was really entertaining. I love Seth to bits but I think his current gimmick is…..what IS his current gimmick. I know he dances and the crowd do his cool chant but it just feels shapeless. Rollins seems over on the surface but I think it’s the song that the crowd likes not him. There was a cool spot where Seth switched Paul’s mascot on top of him who Paul crashed on top of through the announce table. Dominik vs Rey was really good especially Dom arriving in handcuffs in a police car. Dominik Mysterio is one of the most over heels in the company which is surprising since before this prison storyline he was Blandy Bland. It just goes to show that it only needs to be that one little tweak that can turn you from a jobber to someone with star quality. Rhea Ripley vs Charlotte was awesome. I’m not a big Charlotte fan mainly because whether she wins or loses title matches is irrelevant because Vince/HHH is just going to hand her another one in a month or two so I was happy Rhea won. I left before the main event of Kevin / Sami vs Uso’s was over because I wanted to beat the traffic getting out but when I got back to the hotel I checked the results and saw that Kevin and Sami won the tag titles which made me very happy. I’m struggling to express just how much this meant to me. I’ve been a fan of wrestling since I was eight years old, it’s been an obsession of mine for nearly three decades now and has gotten me through some low points in my life. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea and that’s fine, we all have stuff that we think is lame but if you’ve followed wrestling for ages and witness a truly great great moment it makes sitting through all the lame / boring / disgusting aspects of this art form seem so worth it. Since watching my first ever WrestleMania which would have been X8 and seeing the way the wrestlers could command and manipulate a stadium full of fans I’ve wanted to be a part of it. I tried to convince Billy and Bannan to save up for the trip but I don’t think they ever really fancied it and a few years ago Halilaj and I started making plans to go but then both of us ran into money troubles which meant we couldn’t afford it and then in 2019 I came close to commuting to it but didn’t which turned out to be a blessing in disguise since Covid came along the next year and I would have lost out on a lot of money. This year however something inside me decided that I couldn’t wait any longer and WrestleMania 39 would be the one I would attend. It’s been an agonising wait since I booked it back in October but I couldn’t let another Mania escape my grasp. I’m so happy that I can finally cross this off my list and it will no longer be a hang up of mine, constantly at the back of my mind pestering me. I know I spend most of this blog complaining but it’s no exaggeration to say that today has been one of the greatest days of my life. And fuck me I completely forgot there’s another one tomorrow!

[weiyueeerr]

My beloved

Today, out of boredom, I decided to watch a recording from ___' stream, where he watches the evolution of memes from 2006-2022. After about a little more than half, a meme appears with the release of John Cena, and this is so ... It made me plunge into memories. Made me go to the search engine and remember more, see something once familiar. Maybe around the age of 11, my brother and I started to get involved in this whole topic with wrestling, WWE and stuff. I really adored it. And my favorite was Sin Cara (Mystiko), the lucha dragons. I was scrolling through the list of popular WWE fighters and saw familiar names: Rey Mysterio, The Undertaker, Triple H...It turns out my Sin Cara is still in this business. I don’t even know what fascinated me so much about him, maybe the mask, the fighting style (a technique where he jumped on an opponent and spun around his body, in other words). And his birthday is the day after mine. In general, I decided to watch some match with him. And... Did I really enjoy it that much? No, I'm really thrilled to be looking at something so familiar and beloved. Honestly, at that time I was ready to object with foam at the mouth to anyone who would say that these fights in the ring, where they sometimes took tables, chairs and beat their opponent with them, were staged and show. In my eyes, it was so real. They don't even hit each other. And they just slap on naked torsos, depict damage from a blow. Although these guys really did all sorts of crazy things in the ring, and acrobatic tricks really add to the spectacle. And I wanted to say that if you listen, you can hear a bunch of children's voices, and there can't be any serious fight in front of them. It was just a show for the amusement of the public.Well, this fact is a bit disappointing. But it was nice to look at the fighter for whom I once supported.

Thank you, Mystico, whom I only remember as "Sin Cara".