#and then i guess it's technically vince so

[lilalbatross]

[duskerot]

whats life without a little homoerotic sparring

[burntheedges]

Pas de Deux Chapter 2

Din Djarin x f!reader | 2.5k | fic masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

fic summary: When Din Djarin – principal dancer at Concordia Ballet Company and generational talent in the classical style – suddenly left CBC and joined the Nevarro Ballet Theater mid-season, it shocked the ballet world. You never would have guessed that he would change your life, too.

a/n: it's time to figure out what Karga's plan is. 👀 See my notes at the end and on the masterlist about reader in this fic and ballet in general. Thank you @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta, as always!!

chapter tags/warnings: gen, ballet terms (see end notes and the masterlist for definitions and videos), a bit of angst, a bit of fluff

Chapter 2

You were one of the last people to enter the studio for rehearsal and realized the entire company had been gathered together. You hurried over to sit by Adrian and Owen before looking around and noticing Djarin was in the corner, deep in conversation with Kuiil. Maybe they had met before, after all.

Karga walked in just as you sat down and clapped his hands. “Well! Hello, everyone. First, let us welcome our newest company member, Din Djarin.” He paused and gestured towards the corner where Djarin was standing, smiling as you all clapped and stamped the floor. You glanced over to him and saw that he was leaning against the wall with his shoulders loose and arms crossed, expressionless mask back in place. “We are very happy to have him join us. Please introduce yourselves and welcome him when you see him.” Djarin didn’t react and you wondered how those introductions would go. “Now, we have a few announcements about changes to the spring programs.”

You felt Adrian elbow you and you elbowed him back without looking. 

“As I mentioned earlier this week, we won’t be making any changes to Midsummer, Swan Lake, or Cinderella.” You heard Adrian breathe a sigh of relief beside you and you nudged him again. “But we will be making some changes to the other shows. As you know, we have three mixed programs planned for spring, as well as the 5th anniversary gala.” 

Karga waved one hand and started to tick off his fingers as he continued. “For the first program, we’ll be adding a solo performance for Din. Given that one is so soon, in January, we don’t want to disrupt things too much.”

You heard some murmurs and saw some of your fellow dancers nodding. That made sense, and it sounded like they were going to spread out the changes. It also added a draw for the audience, to get to see Din Djarin alone on stage. A real showcase for his skill and artistry.

“For February’s program,” Karga turned to Talia, who was mostly in charge of that one, and nodded. “Din will be joining the Balanchine ballet. You’ll discuss that in your next rehearsal.” Talia nodded back at him, and then glanced over the dancers. You tried to not to wince – someone would be losing a role, then. Probably more than one person. But it didn’t make sense to not play to Djarin’s strengths, and something as technical as Symphony in C was perfect for him. And it was possible that he’d performed it before at CBC, anyway — they didn’t do a lot of Balanchine, but if they did, they’d pick Symphony in C.

“For April, we’ll be adding something new.” Karga looked over to one of the choreographers, Vince, who nodded at the room. “More to come on that, but it will be a small group.” You wondered if they would give the dancers who would be demoted in Symphony a chance in this new number – Karga was usually good about things like that. You glanced at Adrian and knew he was thinking the same thing as he glanced around at some of the others. 

“And finally, the gala!” Karga grinned hugely. You all knew he’d been looking forward to this for months, if not years – May would mark the 5th anniversary since he’d taken over and then renamed and reinvigorated NBT. The gala was his baby. You could feel a sudden tension move through the room – many of the dancers were slated to do something new or interesting during the gala and you knew no one would want to give up their roles, which were meant to be a true showcase of the company’s talent. You briefly wondered if they’d be adding Djarin to the longer ballet again, and if so, how much strife that might cause with the principals who were supposed to be in it.

But it seemed Karga had a different idea. “We will keep what is already planned just as it is, with one exception. We’ll be adding a three-part pas de deux to the program for Din and a partner. it will be spread over the course of the night, woven between the other numbers.” You blinked, surprised – it was definitely a novel idea, and you could see others trying to hide their surprise as well. “We will announce Din’s partner, and any resulting changes, soon. Kuiil will choreograph this new pas de deux.”

The room couldn’t hide its reaction this time. There were murmurs and glances that betrayed everyone’s shock – Kuiil was a very contemporary choreographer, with an only somewhat neo-classical repertoire.

And everyone knew Din Djarin was a master of the classical style. You’d never seen or heard anything that would suggest he had any familiarity with, or even interest in, more contemporary or expressive styles.

You wondered if this had been the subject of their argument in Karga’s office.

“And so that is our plan! Thank you, everyone, for your attention. I leave you to your rehearsals.” Karga nodded and swept from the room. The door closed behind him and the noise level rose sharply as everyone began to discuss his announcements. You heard Adrian and Owen start guessing at the changes in the February Balanchine number and your eyes strayed across the room to find Djarin.

But he was already gone. You caught only a glimpse of his shoulder as he slipped out the door.

…

The next few days were unremarkable, despite all of the recent changes. Djarin attended morning class but always slipped out the door as soon as it was over. As far as you knew, none of the other dancers had even had a conversation with him yet. He seemed to always be slipping out the door of every room as soon as he could. 

With opening night only two weeks away, your rehearsal hours were filled with the Nutcracker and little else. As Djarin wasn’t going to be in it, you never saw him in the afternoons. You heard updates from the others – Clara told you about some of the changes to the February Balanchine ballet, and Yuri had seen Djarin working on his solo for January with Talia. They had apparently chosen a medley of moments and scenes from La Bayadère, which seemed perfect for someone with Djarin’s level of skill. Talia had to be beside herself – technically challenging ballets were her favorite.

Adrian had the full rundown on who had been shifted around and who had been given new roles in the April show, and it sounded like everyone was at least mollified if not happy about the changes.

You didn’t see Djarin again outside of the morning company class for almost two weeks. It was late in the evening on a Wednesday – you’d had some physical therapy exercises for your ankles to complete after your last rehearsal, and you were finally headed home to have dinner and rest before a couple of easier days of show prep. The two-week run of Nutcracker performances would start on Friday and you needed the rest before the chaos began. 

You turned the corner into the building’s large lobby and found him kneeling on the ground in front of a small child. Maybe 4 or 5 years old, if you had to guess. He was adjusting the kid’s jacket and talking to him softly.

You retreated around the corner and tried not to draw attention to yourself, but you couldn’t help but stare as you came to a stop. 

“Hey,” Djarin’s deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. It was soft and warm as he spoke to the (his?) kid. “You ready to go home?”

The kid nodded, and his little green hat flopped around on his head as he did so. You glanced between them and for the first time, you saw Din Djarin smile. It spread across his face and you watched, mesmerized, as a dimple appeared in his cheek and his eyes crinkled. 

It was beautiful. He was beautiful. Shit. 

“Alright, kid. Let’s go.” Still smiling, he stood and held out his hand. The kid grabbed two of his fingers and they headed for the door. You were pretty sure they hadn’t even noticed you were there.

You blinked, a bit dazed. As you slowly moved towards the door yourself, you decided it had to be his kid – he’d mentioned going home, after all. And it put all of his quick exits in a new light, if he had childcare to worry about. 

You resolved not to mention this new possibility to the rumor mill.

…

By the end of the two week run of Nutcracker, you were exhausted. Long days of class, sometimes a short rehearsal, and early call times for shows left you worn out and ready for a break. On the Monday after a final show you always felt like you’d been hit by a truck, and this Monday was no different. You slept in for once, looking forward to a few days off for the holidays and a slow return to steady rehearsals after the new year.

In those few weeks you hadn’t seen any sign of the kid again. You’d barely seen Djarin at all, once again only catching sight of the back of his head as he slipped out of the door after morning class. (Whether you’d been watching him even more during class wasn’t something you wanted to own up to, even to yourself.) Given the hectic Nutcracker schedule and the fact that he wasn’t in the show, you weren’t really surprised that you hadn’t run into him.

You spent a comfortable few days relaxing, cleaning, and visiting friends before starting to prepare for the busy return to rehearsals in January.

During your first few days back in the studio in the new year, you focused on getting through class and warming yourself up. A few days off wasn’t enough to get truly rusty, but it felt nice to stretch and focus on moving your body.

After class on Thursday you found yourself alone as you walked down the hallway towards rehearsal for the January mixed program. You’d stopped to chat with Alexa for a few minutes about a tricky section of your choreography as Hermia in Midsummer, which was coming up at the end of February. It seemed everyone else was gone by the time you were done – you said goodbye to her and stepped out into an empty hall. As you walked you went over the choreography again in your mind, remembering Alexa’s advice about staying connected through the movements and briefly closing your eyes to focus.

Eyes still closed, you turned the corner to walk past the administrative offices and collided face-first with something tall and warm. And muscular. Your hands came up belatedly to catch you.

“Oh!” You startled and opened your eyes to find both of your hands resting on a broad chest in a tight black shirt. You blinked and lifted your gaze, pretty certain you knew who you would find. 

Din Djarin looked down at you with an unreadable expression. You blinked and realized his big hands were cupping your elbows, holding you upright.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking—“ you cleared your throat and tried to step back from him, but for a moment he held you in place. You met his eyes again and couldn’t read anything in them. 

Then he released you suddenly and you both took a step back. “Sorry. I was thinking about some choreography and not where I was walking.”

Djarin nodded and spoke the first words he’d ever said to you directly, face still expressionless. “It’s fine.” His voice was deep and somehow warm, despite how closed off he seemed.

You hesitated, remembering how Karga had encouraged all of you to be welcoming, weeks ago. “I don’t think I’ve introduced myself.” You did so then and bit your lip. 

He nodded and did the same, even though you obviously knew his name. “Din. Nice to meet you.”

You nodded, too. “Are you heading to rehearsal?” You motioned behind him in that sort of let’s-walk-together way that people tended to do. He nodded and turned and you found yourself walking casually next to Din Djarin. You wracked your brain for a topic of conversation. 

“Um,” you started without looking at him. “What are you working on this afternoon?”

You felt him look at you but didn’t look back. “My solo for later this month, with Talia, and then joining the Balanchine rehearsal for February.” You felt a shiver travel down your spine. His voice – you weren’t sure you were going to get used to it any time soon. It was so deep.

You nodded, glancing at him. He was still looking at you. “How’s it going?”

His expression didn’t change at all. “It's fine. Most of them were in Nutcracker so it’s picking up more now.” You nodded again. You weren’t sure what to say next, but to your surprise, he asked you a question.

“Have you danced the lead in marzipan before this year?”

You were surprised, but answered easily. “Once. I was in it but not the lead last year, and Yuna was sick for one of the shows. She was sugarplum this time. I, um, just made first soloist this year.” You could hear your self-deprecating tone and hoped he wasn’t thinking you weren’t up to it. You didn’t think he’d really noticed you – or anyone, for that matter – in class. 

But he surprised you again. “I saw one of the shows. You danced it well. Like you know it perfectly, but you made it your own. It felt light and airy. Like it should. I liked what you did with the pirouettes in the middle. And the rond de jambes at the end.”

With each compliment in his steady, matter-of-fact tone you felt the heat rise more in your cheeks. Your mouth fell open in surprise. You’d never heard him say so much all at once. “Oh! Um, thank you. I– well. Thank you.” He’d noticed you? And not just you, but the small ways you had tried to make the choreography your own? He’d seen that? You were stunned.

You looked at him again but found nothing in his expression. It was impossible to tell what he might be thinking. You wondered if you should say something else, or compliment him in return, but you’d reached the rehearsal studios and he turned to enter the smaller one. 

“See you in class.” He slipped through the door and was gone. 

You blinked and turned slowly to continue down the hall. You found Karga walking slowly towards you from the opposite direction.

“Hello, my dear,” he smiled warmly. “I see you’ve met Din.”

You nodded. “Yes, well. We’ve been in class together, of course. But yes, we just met. Officially, I guess.”

He patted your shoulder as he passed you. “Good, good. Have a good rehearsal.”

You thanked him and continued towards the studio in a daze, with Djarin’s – no, Din’s – voice running through your head. You danced it well. 

You couldn’t wait to tell Adrian. He was never going to believe it.

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a/n: we've met Din! 👀 some ballet notes ~

Classical vs. contemporary ballet - this is a pretty good (short) overview. Din's old company (CBC) was basically classical-only, which is how some are. Here's a short clip of a classical performance vs. a very contemporary one.

"Mixed programs" vs. story ballets - most companies will have some number of story ballets on the schedule every season (think Swan Lake, Cinderella, Giselle, Sleeping Beauty, etc.) which draw a bigger audience, and then various "mixed programs" that fill in gaps between them. Mixed programs are a chance for in-house choreographers to share their new creations, or for the company to showcase their skills with other known works, ex. Balanchine's shorter ballets (~20-30 minutes). Many companies have certain numbers in their repertoire that they can pull out for this reason.

Nutcracker - many companies have some number of Nutcracker performances on their schedule during or just before the holidays, and sometimes they cast (local) kids in various roles, too. Reader is dancing the role of Marzipan, and she also mentions the Sugar Plum Fairy. These roles have semi-set choreography, usually, depending on which version a company is doing (there are many famous versions). This short video is great and gives some insight into the ways a dancer might try to make very prescribed choreography her own (with voiceover from Emma Von Enck that inspired Din's compliments about pirouettes and rond de jambes). Many dancers have been in the Nutcracker because a lot of local companies and schools do performances of it every year (think school-aged kids doing it for the community).

Pirouette - a turn on one leg (in a variety of positions)

Rond de jambe - a half circle made with the leg. It's kind of like drawing the letter D on the floor or in the air.

Din's solo - they decide that Din is doing a sort of medley of variations (solos) from La Bayadère, a classical ballet, in the January program. Here's one of his variations and here is another from later in the ballet. (Here's a few dancers doing that first one, and Isaac Hernandez, also featured in the fic header!)

Symphony in C (the Balanchine ballet Din is joining) - a 32 minute ballet with over 50 dancers. There are some videos at the link. It has 4 movements and each one features a principal couple and a few other dancers.

tag list coming in a reblog!

[neutron-stars]

A long time ago I read a ticket where rookies were kind of free use for the team vets. I can't remember if every rookie was fair game to everyone or if each vet picked a rookie to be "theirs" but I remember them being on the bus or plane and a vet had his rookie sit in his lap while he played with him and felt him up.

I guess my prompt is, maybe something like that with vince and "his" rookie? Or if it's not in public, Vince telling everyone to clear the showers, and the whole team in the locker room knowing that it's so the two of them can get it on.

I just really love the rookie/caption dynamic

oh anon ilysm what a spicy little brainworm. you have no idea the chaos this has provoked in my discord DMs

i will be turning this into a full fic but here is a little snippet to tide you over:

He technically belongs to the whole team, but it kind of seems like Vince is the only one who uses him. He feels a little bit bad about that at first- do the others not want him? What is it that he's doing wrong? But one day Ryker’s sitting on Vince’s lap at intermission, his legs splayed wide and wanton with Vince’s hand on his stomach, when Bjorky approaches. “Ryker, come kneel for me,” Bjorky orders, extending a hand to Ryker. “Fuck off, he’s mine,” Vince snaps, genuinely angry, wrapping both arms around Ryker like a boa constrictor engulfing its prey. “You’re really going to keep him all to yourself? All season?” Bjorky asks, raising an eyebrow. And then it crystallizes for Ryker: it’s not that the others don’t want him. It’s that Vince has claimed him. “Tell it to the cup you’ve never won,” Vince growls, squeezing tighter. Bjorky raises his hands in surrender and backs away. Ryker watches him pull Tye off the ground, where he’s kneeling at Burky’s feet; Tye rises awkwardly, presumably from kneeling for so long, but settles quickly on Bjorky’s lap. He bares his throat to the room as Bjorky nibbles at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Not for the first time, Ryker’s hit with a pang of want for himself. They’ll both be vets next season, if all things go according to plan. Through half-lidded eyes, Tye makes eye contact across the room with Ryker, his gaze hot and needy. Ryker swallows. “Oh, you like what you see, hm?” Vince teases, running a finger along the top of Ryker’s hockey socks.

vince/ryker smut is pending do not worry

[raccoonface]

“New bodyguard… huh”

Y/n's POV

I just got accepted to be Jenna Ortega's bodyguard, and I was starting tomorrow. I had to get myself prepared to handle the paparazzi. Tomorrow was the Met Galla.

The next day

I am on my way to get Jenna, but I can't help but be nervous I don't know why but I just put that to the side.

I made it to Jenna's place and I am waiting for her to come out of her hotel. When she came out she looked beautiful.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her until her old bodyguard introduced me to her.

Jenna's POV

"Jenna."

"Yes Vince?"

"This is your new bodyguard, Y/n"

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"You as well Jenna"

I looked at her and she had sunglasses on with a full black outfit (whatever outfit, doesn't matter)

I thought she looked nice, and she drove me to the Met Galla

After the met galla

Y/n's POV

I have to get Jenna into the car without her getting jumped by one of her fans which should be easy since it's the after party of the met Galla

I got her and I'm bringing her inside the car with Enrique helping me

"You're Y/n right?" Enrique asked me I just nodded my head

"Wait... you're Enrique"

"Yup. I'm surprised you even know me  , I'm not usually the one being noticed"

"I know a lot of things"

"Don't know if I should be worried for Jenna or not"

"Don't worry she'll be fine on my watch"

"That's what I'm afraid of"

"Rude much"

"Alright you probably have to go Jenna doesn't like to wait"

"You're not coming with me?"

"No I got my own car to take care of"

"Alright, bye"

"Bye nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too"

After the convo I headed into the car to take Jenna home, when I was in the car I asked her how she was but then realized she fell asleep somehow

I was driving to her apartment building when I looked back at her and somewhat admired her without crashing the car.

I noticed how beautiful she was. How her hair complemented her face, don't get me started on her freckles

When I got to her apartment I got out and went to the back and had to wake her up

"Hey" I said while shaking her, all she did was mumble. I shook her a little harder and she woke up

"Hmm?"

"We're at your apartment"

"Okay" she said that then unbuckled. Once she did she looked at me and caught me staring at her

"Are you going to take me up to my apartment?"

"Uhm am I supposed to?"

"Yeah"

"Okay then"

Jenna's POV

I told Y/n that she was supposed to take me up to my apartment but technically you're not supposed to. But I did it anyways

We were walking into the elevator and I pressed which floor I was on. Then when we got off and to my door I unlocked it while she stood by.

"I guess I can go now that your alright"

"Wait... can you come in? Since your new I can tell you what you can and cannot do." I sort of mentally panicked after I said that because I have no idea what she could and couldn't do.

"I don't think that I should"

"It'll be quick, I promise."

"Fine"

Y/n's POV

I was so confused as to what had just happened, so much so I forgot what she was supposed to tell me.

"So what were you going to tell me again?"

"Uhm... for the first night as my bodyguard, you are supposed to sleep in my apartment to make sure I'm safe."

I looked at her skeptically but nodded my head in agreement with her.

"Alright so I'm sleeping on the couch I'm guessing"

"Uh sure if you want to... but I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie before going to sleep"

It was only midnight so I agreed.

"Yeah, sure what movie?"

"Uh I was hoping you could pick"

"Okay how about (horror movie of your choice , if you can't pick then it's the shining)"

"Fine by me"

I took my sunglasses off and sat down on the couch while Jenna was I'm guessing getting snacks

She came back with snacks and took the remote and put the movie on.

"I hope you don't mind these types of snacks"

"No not at all"

We started watching the movie and when we finished it Jenna was fully cuddled on top of me, sleeping. I had no idea how we got here.

I tried moving a little but she started to wake up. So as quickly and carefully as I could I brought her to her room accidentally opening the bathroom door instead of her bedroom door at first.

She was still cuddled into me so I had to go into the bed with her and after we were both under the covers I practically passed out.

In the morning

I woke up with Jenna still asleep on me and I remember being told that after every met Galla Jenna gets a day off. So I just let her sleep.

She had a tv in her room so I turned it on low volume then put something on.

She started to wake up about Half an hour after I turned the tv on.

"Morning, Jen" I whispered into her ear

"No, shut up I'm not awake."

I just chuckled  and wiggled myself out of her grip then went to her kitchen and rummaged around to look at what I could make her for breakfast.

I ended up just making vegan pancakes for both of us she came out as I was making them

"Morning Jenna"

"Morning, Y/n"

She went up to the plate of already made pancakes and took one off the top and shoved it into her mouth.

I finished the pancakes then actually plated them and gave a plate to myself and one to Jenna. I went to sit down next to her as I grabbed the remote but she stole it from my hands

"My remote"

I chuckled and let her have it.

.. .. .. ..

After we were done eating breakfast we just sat there and watched the tv for the most part the only words that were spoken was us talking to the tv saying that the characters should do this or that.

Jenna's POV

I really want to talk to Y/n about last night, I wanted to tell her that I have grown feelings for her and I know it's only been like two days but I still want to tell her, but I don't know how to approach her.

I was walking into the kitchen to see Y/n washing the dishes from breakfast

"Hey..."

"Hey Jen, How's it going?"

"Good."

"Something bothering you?"

"Actually yeah, there is."

"Well you gonna tell me since we're already talking."

"Yeah uh-"

I got cut off by a phone loudly buzzing, and I went up to check my phone to see who it was...

It was my agent. With a photo of me and Y/n with my head on her shoulder watching tv...

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Rewrote the entire story because I thought it was terrible before and sorry I haven't been posting a lot plus it took me about two months just to re write this and it's only about 1.3k words. I need requests so while I'm writing one more imagine send requests PLEASE 🙏

Words are up there dingus ^

Might make this into a story if you guys like it..?

(I have a Wattpad ‘obsessedforyou’ if you liked this)

[richeeduvie]

Hey is anyone on my blog excited for Wycaro? I feel like since my end of BCS for tumblr is just a lot of Lalo content, we don’t really talk about how like, great the show is in general - same for Succession. I know this is a fic blog so we can’t get too off topic but I think we should acknowledge we’re all TV needs at the end of the day 😭 like I love breaking bad and BCS and succession and I’m superrrr excited for Wycaro to see what Vince and Rhea are up to, as well as see what the Roy siblings are gonna do post show (the apprentice, A real pain, house of spoils). I think also talking about the original source can get me motivated and you guys more excited to read stuff idk idk 🧍🏻‍♂️

But anyways, I’m getting Wycaro is gonna have to do something with time travel. Vince Gilligan said he wanted to return to his X-file roots and he seemed to hammer in that emotional beat with “if you had a Time Machine” towards the end of better call Saul and when you think of it, BCS being a prequel and technical sequel makes it a show that goes back and forth through time and I feel like Vince was dabbling in the emotional concepts of time travel, but there’s also a lot from the casting and the Quechua aspects of the rumored story that make me think that it’s going to be time travel.

Like, they’re casting and have casted Quechua people for filming and the recent casting call that just closed applications online has a recurring guest star asking for someone to be Quechua or look the part at least and if you know anything about Inca Mythology and Quechua culture, they have a very cosmological way of looking through time - but then there’s the fucking sword in the title logo so I guess it can also be pirates 😭 idk I hope you guys are excited to see Wycaro too

[silver-samurai]

[OC INTERVIEW: Eito "V"]

V: ...Are you a fucking badge?

Interviewer: No?

V: *scans* ...............I see. Go on if you must.

NICKNAME:

V will suffice. And, you may have heard of this... "Yurasaka" netrunner or som'thing? That's also me.

GENDER:

Technically cis male, but I don't care too much.

STAR SIGN:

I don't believe in star signs or shit like that, but if you really care that much, I'm a Libra - at least, this is what Misty told me.

HEIGHT:

Never checked and never cared about, but I must be taller than standard oriental people. I should ask Vik.

ORIENTATION:

Males only, better if bottom. Sorry ladies.

NATIONALITY/ ETHNICITY:

Pure-breed japanese, my parents were obsessed with this lineage. Guess I can also be considered half-american by now... Not that I like it.

FAVE FRUIT:

Bet you never heard of Hatsukoi no Kaori Ichigo. You can't find these randomly in the streets of course... Fuckin' rare and expensive, way more than regular fruits. Used to eat tons of these as a kid.

FAVE SEASON:

Between Autumn and Winter. Can't tell why I appreciate the vibe this much.

FAVE FLOWER:

There are too many, no clue. Anything, as long as it doesn't stink like hell.

FAVE SCENT:

Huh... Does the smell of new tech parts have a specific name?

Interviewer: Nope. Is it similar to a new car?

V: Kinda. I know it's a mix of gasses coming from the parts that have been treated, and expand a little over time with heat. Love it.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

Green tea in particular, but I do appreciate coffee. They can both be rich enough. No sugar of course.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

Mh. 3 or 4, maybe...? Nah, must be less...

DOG OR CAT PERSON:

I have a cat, an old rockerboy and a fuckin' iguana if they both count as dogs.

Interviewer: ...Sorry but, this doesn't answer the question.

V: I know.

DREAM TRIP:

I know of places in north Europe where you can see aurorae... Looks so unreal, yet so fascinating, that I must see that with my own eyes.

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER:

The terrorist in my head wasn't fictional, he'd be the one. Well, Japan has a pretty interesting folklore around youkai... mh. Is the Gashadokuro a "fictional" character?

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH:

If Johnny counts, 4. If he doesn't, 2.

RANDOM FACT:

I have no idea where my parents were buried. I know that they died and how, but nothing more. I plan to find out, visit their tomb - 'cause I'm sure it's something too monumental to ignore, stare at their awful holo faces and spit on them wishing they can come alive in their damn coffins and die again. Just for the hell of it.

This was kinda funny alright :)

Tagging without pressure: @totentnz, @koda-shoulda-woulda-but-didnt, @vince-linder and anyone that'd like to do this!

[biirbi]

Dndads season 2 expectations :3

Frankly I do not really know how tumblr works; just posting this to keep track of it! I just finished season 1 of dungeons and daddies a bit ago and am starting the next one soon! Here are my current thoughts/expectations:

ummummmm honestly I have no clue what's going to happen in S2- I know the premise is the doodler has returned, but besides them trying to defeat it probably, no idea. I'm excited to hopefullyy see some of my favorite s1 characters again (I am pretty much exclusively talking about Erin and Scam)! If willy shows up again im going to leave. forever. he doesn't get to be an antag for two seasons.

AND ALSO IM GONNA BE. VERY UPSET IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THE STAMPLERS. I know scary isn't a stampler technically but I'll still refer to them all as that. but I care them so hard im gonna be so mad. all in all I just want the stamplers to be ok. and scam and erin. Also speaking of erin I hope vince dies she deserves someone with more dimensions (me)

The kids as dads!:

Honestly, I love all the kids- I cannot see them being that bad of parents (but apparently I'll find out soon!)

Adulthood clearly fucks them up SOMEHOW bc idk how they could be so awful but Sparrow (My favorite kid as of now :3) would probably just be. kinda like henry but I still think different? Like Henry is probably more protective than I imagine sparrow would be; aloof (p.s. I had a different idea of what aloof meant but I can't think of a different word so. oh well just use your imagination LMFAO) though he still is very loving! And does his best to sprinkle in life lessons even if they're not. that great. Like I'd think the worst he could fuck up his kid is not really teach him any particularly valuable life skills

Terry Jr! I love him, I'm very glad he and Ron are doing well as of now. I think he's a great kid that would make a great step-dad, especially considering the fact he knows what it's like to 1: lose his dad and 2: have an emotionally distant step-father. You'd THINK he wouldn't want a kid to also go through that but who knows I guess.

I love Grant too, and I know I've said this for all of them but honestly I have no clue what tf they do to him to possibly get him to be that bad of a dad. He was definitely traumatized by murdering that thing so I get him maybe like being emotionally distant. and like overbearing at the same time. but I wouldn't really call that being a poor parent,,,

Nicky uhhh. He confuses me I don't really know what he's like anymore since he was Glenn's kid. then Jodie's. now kinda both so honestly I've no real idea of what he's gonna be like but I still can't see him being that bad.

AND THAT REMINDS ME if hermie is presumably a grandkid of one of the preexisting s1 characters I can not figure out WHO tf might be the one that fucked him up that bad. I don't really know anything about him but it's soo obvious that he is Not gonna have a Good Time. I don't even know if he's a normal guy (normal hehe) or from the forgotten realms or>?????

Characters I'll probably get attached to

Honestly, as far as I can tell abt hermie (which I'm not really supposed to know about yet but whatever) he does seem like a character I will get attached to. And hopefully not empathize with cause that won't help. He just looks like he's designed to hold SO much trauma.

*slaps roof of hermie*

This baby can hold so much trauma in it.

I don't really have any clue abt him but. I can tell it probably won't go well for him! Also he kinda? ?? looks like an antag but also doesn't? Idk maybe an antag because of a forced hand, or more along the lines of an anti-hero? I've no idea.

Scary! She seems likeable in an. unlikeable edgy way. She's played by Beth so it can't be that hard to like her (Which I recently met someone who DOESN'T like beth!? He just hates to see a funny woman...), plus I'm a sucker for edgy emo characters. She's not actually related to ron but yknow terry's her step-dad and that's close enough.

Honestly I don't particularly take to very chipper and upbeat characters (which I'm just assuming Normal is, I could be wrong), so no clue if I'll like him. I at least probably won't dislike him as long as he's not annoying abt it.

And I have no clue what Taylor's gonna be like so really I can't say anything. He's kinda sorta related to Glenn? kinda????? and I didn't like Glenn very much at first, he did grow on me a little but idk- we'll see

I totally forgot to put lincoln in here. idk ANYTHING about him so uhh we'll see!

ermm I think I had something else to say but I forgot- I'm going to start dedicating the next 10 days while I'm by myself to probably binging all of s2. Uhhhh wish me luck!

[thefablefoxart]

Redacted ship songs?!?! 👀👀👀 LETSS GOOO @penncilkid

Sam/Darlin’

“This is a place where I don’t feel alone, this is a place where I feel at home.”

I’ve already mentioned Two by Sleeping At Last but this song, this song man. It’s probably my favourite song in all existence. It’s so beautifully conforming and mournful at the same time. It reminds me a lot of the inevitability of Sam outliving Darlin’ but celebrating the love and growth they’ve managed to gift each other. With Sam constantly referring to Darlin’ as being “like home” this song feels very fitting.

“Your hope dangling by a string, I’ll share in your suffering, to make you well, to make you well.”

I chose this song for very similar reasons to the previous one. It’s a bit more hopeful, upbeat (with a bit of a country vibe, it’s technically folk rock…) but Sam would 100% sing this to Darlin’!! Tell me I’m wrong 😤

Vincent/Lovely

“I look at you now and I want this forever, I might not deserve it, but there’s nothing better.”

“Feelings they come and they go, that they do, feelings they come and they go, not with you.”

This is a very pretty, very classy song about falling in love under stars. If that’s not Lovely and Vince, I don’t know what is.

Geordi/Cutie

“I don’t like to fight, I told you once, and here’s the twice.”

“I wanna kiss you, wanna hold you, wanna go in as a green light, but I’m a little over-complicating everything that feels right.”

The 22 Break and 22 Make albums by Oh Wonder go pretty hand in hand with each other and remind me a lot of the situation Geordi and Cutie are going through at the moment. 22 Break is a break up album (who would have guessed) but it highlights Geordi’s point of “trust has to work both ways”. The 22 Make album on the other hand makes me super excited for where their relationship might develop to. All I can think of when listening to this ablum is how we’re gonna get to listen to them fall in love with each other all over again, no telepathy, but as people talking!! God I love these two so much 😭😭

Elliott/Sunshine

“Nothing says I like you but not that way. Oh I know that it’s not hard, but I just can’t let down my guard, I’m not trying to say, that I love you, I just think that you’re cute.”

I imagine there was probably a bit of denial/mutual pining between these two before they got together. They’re definitely the type that turned down a lot of people like “We’re just friends 😅” but would secretly both wish that wasn’t the case. They also just deserve a happy, lovey dovey song!

Gavin/Freelancer

“I get messages from the stars, when you’re making love to me, I get messages from the stars, you must be from another galaxy.”

I feel like Freelancer enjoys this kinda music (my Freelancer anyways) and that this song reminds them of Gavin. The “you must be from another galaxy” is kinda funny considering he quite literally is.

“You lift my heart up, when the rest of me is down, you, you enchant me, even when you’re not around.”

Pretty self explanatory I think. A few of Disclosure’s songs are very intense and intimate (You & Me - Flume Remix, especially) it’s almost how I imagine Gavin feels feeding on pleasure. Not necessarily exclusive to just Freelancer but I’m not about to make another section.

Avior/Starlight

“Oh God I dread to know, that after everything, it’s only me who isn’t letting go. I saw you holding on, but for just how long? Oh, if you didn’t stay, I would wait anyway.”

Obviously from Avior’s pov. The pure dedication and hope that if he’s patient enough and holds out hope a little longer they can learn to love him again. The “if you didn’t stay, I would wait anyway” line hits so hard knowing they didn’t stay the first time. He waits cause that all he can do.

“Crack baby you don’t know what you want, but you know that you had it once, and you know that you want it back.”

Again, similar to the previous one. You know it’s good angst when Mitski’s recommended.

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Anyways, gonna stop there cause this has already taken way too long to put together 😭 I had fun tho, I love sharing/assigning music to characters. (Also didn’t intentionally stick to canon ship, that’s just what I had more music recs for) Like always if you wanna join in, feel free!! :D

[romiswired]

Cody Rhodes vs. Roman Reigns (c) (WWE Wrestlemania 40 Night 2)

Why did he thank Bruce Prichard?

Alright, enough time passed. I can't see myself writing or covering anything related to the Federation for many reasons actually. It's a miracle I'm writing this because this match and this rivalry have caught my eye for a long time now, not because of the reasons all of you think. I've been really honest with how I see Cody Rhodes in all of this, and I've been vocal about him being the "third best Rhodes". I didn't want to write this in Wrestlemania season because I would have come out like the one that ruins the fun, or the party pooper. The thing about this match is that I didn't care about it because of the story or because of the "cinema", I cared about this match because of my friends.

Not so long ago I had a conversation with a friend of mine and we were talking about WWE and how is it that people continue watching it considering the allegations, the lawsuit, and every single thing hidden behind this megalomaniac monster that rules pro-wrestling in its entirety. This friend told me something that got in my head and it was that:

"The Vince McMahon allegations don't have anything to do with the #WeWantCody movement."

With that in mind, I decided to give this rivalry a second shot, mainly because I was taken aback by the fact that this could be a way to make people forget about the lawsuit, but I decided to shut up and tune in. Not because of these guys, but because of the fact that I was seeing a lot of people happy with wrestling, and I guess that made me realize that maybe this thing was better than I thought.

I found myself hyped for this, and to show it I decided to compare Cody to one of my favorite heroes in media, this being Simon the Digger. I thought their stories were similar, to say the least. That helped me understand Cody and his goal. What he stood for, and how many people were there to support him, even if they were not going to be credited for doing so (The Elite)

I saw the whole event with some friends I made a while ago and it was a great experience mainly because of that. I realized watching wrestling alone is something that changes your perception of it so much that it helps you understand why whatever you're watching could be good. And this match I think is the perfect example of what I'm saying because I don't believe I liked this match because of what it offered. I liked it because of what it made my friends feel. Pro wrestling is about emotions, right? You don't get that far without making people at least somewhat interested in your journey, and while Cody is not the perfect babyface by any means, there's a thing about his story that just resonates with people, despite him being the guy with the suit and the corporative smirk. This idea of Cody as the hero could be something that some believe, but it's also something that many reject for obvious reasons. I mean, when you paint a babyface you don't necessarily think of someone like Cody Rhodes. The Homelander-esque attire doesn't help either.

The thing about this match is that it's like a sickness. It's contagious, it's a match that can't be watched alone. It's a match that lives in the moment.

Does this mean this match is good?

Fuck no. I think this match is not meant to be good technically, is meant to be the most crisp example of an Attitude Era main event in modern wrestling, because the match itself is meant to be a clusterfuck. I don't want to fall into comparisons of such, but this match shares the same premise behind something like Rock vs. Mankind: You don't want to watch this match because of technical prowess, or psychology. You want to watch this match to see a guy win, by any means. Of course, you can't compare both main events because one of them has a babyface that looks and feels like a babyface, but you get the idea.

The thing about this match is that I'm conscious of the fact that if I see this alone I would not like it, because I don't feel the same kind of connection with all of these guys appearing as others do. Like, if I watched this match alone I would not pop for known cops supporter Mark Calaway. Come on guys.

But I'm here to talk about one of my main issues with this match and Wrestlemania as a whole. From the beginning to the end this match is a masturbatory tribute to Triple H. The match that is meant to "finish the story" turns into the most blatant and obvious Hunter Hearst Helmsley-esque spectacle because this motherfucker knows he can do whatever the hell he wants now and people would like it because he's the booker and he made The Bloodline or whatever the fuck.

This match could hit harder, it really could, but I think the premise falls apart. Cody finishes the story, and he gets to change the world by making The Elite the first faction to have won the IWGP Title, the AEW Title and the WWE Title. But this is a WWE main event. We're talking about a company that loves its revisionism as much as it loves its Saudi money. In no scenario could The Elite actually be credited for making Cody a star, in fact, people now believe Cody was the star of The Elite when is not hard to go back to 2018 and compare the pops between Cody and Kenny Omega in the G1 Special.

The thing I hate about this match is how it wants to rewrite history and paint Cody as THE babyface, ignoring the real story behind it all. Because when I said The Elite was responsible for all of this, people rejected what I was saying and decided to believe "this match was not about The Elite". It was about the history of WWE, the company that is found to have various allegations and charges against them. Some of those charges relate to BRUCE PRICHARD, the guy who takes the spotlight in the Main Event because in the heat of Cody's celebration, and in the moment where he could thank his peers, his mother, or maybe his father (due to the fact this story is built around Dusty) the first thing he does is thank the office, and thank Bruce Prichard.

So much for a babyface, huh?

[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: In the Title Picture

Story: In the Title Picture Word count: 737 Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad and Dreamwidth Summary: Before her double title defence at Money in the Bank, Becky wants to take a picture. (Inspired by the photo in her book.)

"We should take a picture."

Between jet lag, the time difference, and spending the last hour or so fucking, Seth's mind was understandably hazy, so he was sure he had misheard. "A picture?" he mumbled, drawing Becky to his side and pushing her hair out of her face.

"Yeah. A picture of us. With our titles." Becky kissed his chest and sighed. "I'm losing one of mine tomorrow—probably both, if Vince gets his way—so we don't have much time."

Seth stroked her back idly. "What kind of picture? Like... the Shawn Michaels type?" He knew he didn't have to elaborate: The photo of Shawn Michaels, presumed nude with the championship belt strategically positioned, was well known in the wrestling community and beyond.

"Well, yeah...." Becky blushed a bit, but her voice didn't waver. "Who knows when we'll both have a title at the same time again?"

"And if it gets leaked?" Seth knew the some of the consequences first-hand, but his leak had happened years ago; he didn't think Hunter would be quite so forgiving a second time around, especially not if it involved one of the hottest stars in the women's division. For Becky, it would be another level of disaster entirely; the internet was particularly unforgiving when it came to women's leaked pictures.

Becky reached up and stroked his beard. "Well, technically, we won't be naked," she pointed out, "so there's nothing to worry about in that sense. And if we say it was a HBK homage, Shawn might come to our defence, right?" Seth could practically feel the moment she remembered his previous photo leak. "Oh. Shit. I completely forgot. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking—"

"It's okay." Seth pulled her on top of him and kissed her. "I'm more worried about what a leak would mean for you than for me."

"We could wear something underneath, I guess." Becky glanced over at their luggage. "I have a strapless bra in there somewhere, and—"

Seth kissed her until she fell quiet. "We'll make it work," he said simply. "Get your phone."

"You're sure?" Becky narrowed her eyes as she sat back. "I don't want you to feel like you have to...."

"I know." Then Seth grinned. "But you'll need help getting your belts in place, and we can't have one falling just as you take the picture, right?"

Becky laughed as she hopped off the bed and grabbed her phone from the hotel dresser. "That depends on who gets to see the photo. If it's just you...."

"If it's just for me," Seth countered, "you really don't have to bother with the belts at all." His grin sharpened to a smirk as he added, "Or we could wait until you lose one of the titles...."

"For you. Maybe." Becky went over to her bag and took out her titles. She didn't want to lose either of them—she'd barely had them a month—but if she had to, she'd rather lose to Charlotte than Lacey. Charlotte was overpushed and hardly needed another title, but at least she'd put in the work.

Seth was slower to get off the bed. "Meaning this one... isn't?"

"No. Yes. I mean...." Becky went over and kissed him. Her thoughts were all over the place and she wanted to make sure they were on the same page. "Okay, maybe we shouldn't...." She shook her head and swept her hair behind her shoulders. "I mean, yes, it's for us. But someday, maybe... I don't know." She stepped back and sighed. "My dad's always telling me to write a book, and there aren't a lot of books out there by female wrestlers. Maybe one day...."

Seth's eyes went wide. "As long as it's not the cover shot."

"Why? You know how many copies would sell for the cover alone?" Becky teased.

As he got his title out of his bag, Seth laughed. Becky was far too busy to write a book any time soon, so he didn't have anything to worry about—aside from making sure her hair didn't get caught in the velcro on her title strap. The picture would be a fun reminder of how they had made history, and they'd probably forget about it by morning anyway. "I've got the real thing," he answered with a grin, grabbing the SmackDown Women's Title and unfastening it as he pulled her into another kiss. "That's even better."

[solradguy]

did frederick work in academia or in industry for the gear project?

It's kind of vague... Frederick, Aria, and Asuka started the initial Gear cell research at a university under professor Vince MacDonell, who then hired them onto Ecosystem Evolution Project (presumably at the Next Generation Medical Research Institute, the lab in Begin) so initially it was in academia but after that it gets blurry.

I think it's implied that they might have gotten funding from some kind of medical for-profit but it never goes into depth about it. Asuka does eventual betray everyone by handing it off to government military contractors but its never said how long he had been working with them. It might be that the entire project after Vince left and made Asuka director—and after Asuka publicly stated his four conditions about the research usage—was secretly funded through those contractors. At the very least, once Asuka made the public statement multiple countries apparently supplied funding.

So I guess technically industrial but more likely government.

[pizzasuckswithoutu]

xfiles episodes

s1e1 pilot

s1e2 deep throat

s1e3 squeeze really creeps me out

s1e5 jersey devil ridiculous

s1e8 ice 🙋🏻‍♀️

s1e13 beyond the sea 🙋🏻‍♀️

s1e17 e.b.e. alieny episode but good

s1e20 darkness falls 🙋🏻‍♀️

s1e21 tooms follow up to e3 squeeze

s1e24 erlenmeyer flask s1 finale technically important i guess

s2e5 duane barry first half of scully-centric 2 parter

s2e6 ascension second half

s2e7 3 mulder fucks a vampire its bad and funny🙋🏻‍♀️

s2e8 one breath scully episode <3

s2e16 colony two-parter about mulders arc

s2e17 end game second half of mulder two parter

s2e19 dod kalm not that good but mulder and scully get old

s2e20 humbug 🙋🏻‍♀️

s3e3 d.p.o. jack black

s3e4 clyde bruckmans final repose 🙋🏻‍♀️

s3e9 nisei alien conspiracy two parter

s3e10 731 part two

s3e12 war of the coprophages 🙋🏻‍♀️

s3e17 pusher

s3e19 hell money lucy liu but shes barely in it and episode sucks

s3e20 jose chungs from outer space funny 🙋🏻‍♀️

s3e22 quagmire love this one 🙋🏻‍♀️

s4e2 home

s4e7 musings of a cigarette smoking man jfk assassination?

s4e10 paper hearts 🙋🏻‍♀️

s4e20 small potatoes message me for warnings first please 🙋🏻‍♀️

s5e4 detour 🙋🏻‍♀️

s5e5 the post modern prometheus

s5e12 bad blood luke wilson 🙋🏻‍♀️

s5e19 folie a deux

s6e2 drive bryan cranston written by vince gilligan

s6e3 triangle 🙋🏻‍♀️

s6e4 dreamland funny two parter 🙋🏻‍♀️

s6e5 dreamland II part two 🙋🏻‍♀️

s6e6 how the ghosts stole christmas lily tomlin and ed asner 🙋🏻‍♀️

s6e14 monday groundhog day plot 🙋🏻‍♀️

s6e15 arcadia one of my faves 🙋🏻‍♀️ season six is so good wtf

s6e18 milagro john hawkes

s6e19 the unnatural 🙋🏻‍♀️

s6e21 field trip

s7e6 the goldberg variation

s7e12 x-cops cops crossover 🙋🏻‍♀️

s7e19 hollywood a.d. hollywood movie abt mulder and scully

s10e3 mulder and scully meet the weremonster rhys darby

[lying-on-floors]

1. ~100

2. Never

3. At least 100

4. Black Converse I've had for 5 years, chunky platform (boots/shoes), work boots, sometimes I wear heels, but never thin, always thick and square.

5. Baby Pink

6. My house

7. Objectively, I'm not bad, but I'm not the most secure person when it comes to talents/hobbies/things I enjoy/try.

8. N/A

9. Yes. It makes me sleep so much easier. I feel safe.

10. My converse, is that considered clothing? If not, then I guess a white cropped tank top and a long flowy brown skirt.

11. Rural. On a farm, actually, but it's been out of commission since my grandad died 17 years ago.

12. I love going to thrift stores. I think the wide variety of things are nice and I always get a little something.

13. Caring, I guess. It seems overdone, but I truly care about so many people and things, which allow me to emphasize with them, which allows me to grow and be better. A lot of my advocacy and core values are because I care so much.

14. A number of things. Mostly just whatever I find interesting or want. Little trinkets, bones, coins, etc.

15. Chicken nuggets

16. N/A - I can't afford it, and I don't have insurance. America. But I did really like my last therapist. She was dealing with cancer treatment, so she had to take a leave of absence. Little trivia: I've had 2 therapists that were in treatment for cancer, one is Dead (rip), and the other one is MIA.

17. A house. Or an apartment with my friend. Food. Clothes.

18. My bsf, Xen. 🩷🤞🏻🤞🏿🩷

19. It was pretty late. I think it was 10 or 11.

20. The Wilds is the first one that came to mind. I liked the characters and thought the premise was interesting. A lot of people didn't like the new cast of characters, so there were complaints that caused the streaming service to quit with it.

21. I mean, I definitely fall under the alternative umbrella. I think punk is the closest, but I don't feel a huge need to label myself.

22. Carrie Underwood

23. CD's

24. None come to mind, but I'm sure I do.

25. N/A, but in a hypothetical scenario, it would depend. If we really liked each other, but one or both of us weren't ready to commit, and then we broke up, sure. If they betrayed my trust or hurt me in any way, no, they're dead to me.

26. The Kratt Brothers. If I ever met them, I think I would cry and ask for a hug. Those guys are like my dads. They basically raised me.

27. Yes. I have two best friends, technically, Xen and Vince, but I'm a lot closer to Xen. I love both of them, though.

28. Depends, but I mostly listen to music that matches my mood. It allows me to cry more easily. I'm a little stunted.

29. Wore, meaning past tense, so a way too large pink dress with pockets. Now, I'm in gray joggers and previously mentioned white tank top.

30. I have some mutuals, but I don't know know them that well, and I really don't desire to. Nothing against them, I just reserved. I have friends irl who are also friends online if that counts.

31. I don't really know what's popular right now, and I'm generally tolerant when it comes to what people wear, as long as it's not hate speech.

32. Pretty often. I actually have my sheets and blanket in the washer right now.

33. I don't really have a preference. I wear both.

34. I don't really have any guilty pleasures, I mean, I read smut sometimes, but it's not something I'm super ashamed of. I am pretty repressed, though. Religious trauma 😙✌🏻

35. I don't know. I want to go shorter and get a more gender affirming haircut, but I'm not super adventurous.

36. Yes. My bsf, Xen and I, always paint each other's nails when we hang out.

37. Many things, but the psychology of incest has always interested me, weirdly enough. I just wanna understand how or why someone decides to do that. Shared trauma is a big factor for most incest cases, especially emotional incest. Which I was a victim of until I set boundaries.

38. The earliest pets I can remember are Bubbles, Lacey, Oreo, and Lucky. All dogs.

39. The blaze thing is kind of weird. I don't know what that's about.

40. I have no idea. I think everything I own is interesting.

41. Museum, easy. I am not the most high-energy person and I'm very anxious and a concert would overwhelm me, unless it's a small concert at like a bar or something. I do like museums, though. I think they're interesting.

42. I think I regret a lot of things, but I wish I wouldn't have come out to my family at 15, even though it didn't change much because they never acknowledge it, so I assume they forgot. I just felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed. And I wish it never happened.

This was fun :)

42 personal questions ask game

how many followers do you have?

when’s the last time you went on a date

how many posts have you made?

What type of shoes do you wear?

what colour are the walls of your room

where are you right now? (not exact location. ex: at a park)

would you consider yourself good at art?

who was your first kiss?

do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

what’s your favourite piece of clothing you own?

do you live in an urban, suburban, or rural area?

what’s your favourite store to shop at? (online or irl)

if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

do you collect anything?

what’s the last thing you ate?

if you go to therapy, do you like your therapist?

what’s one thing you want to buy, but don’t have the money or resources to get?

Who’s the first person you can think of?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

If you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what show would it be?

do you consider yourself a part of any alternative subculture? if so, which one(s)?

who was your childhood favourite music artist?

CDs or record players?

Do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

would you get back together with an ex if given the opportunity?

favourite kid’s show character?

is the person you call your best friend actually your best friend?

when you’re sad, do you prefer to listen to music to match your mood, or listen to happy music?

what’s the last outfit you wore?

do you have any online friends?

least favourite clothing style that is currently popular

how often do you do your laundry?

do you prefer silver or gold jewelry?

what’s your book/movie/tv guilty pleasure?

if you could change your hair however you want, how would you change it?

do you paint your nails?

what’s an uncommon/specific /obscure topic you’re interested in?

what’s the name of your first pet/what would you name your first pet if you had one?

what’s one feature you would change on tumblr?

what’s the most interesting item you own?

would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert?

what’s one regret you have?

[getmemymicroscope]

A "family is everything" toast before the climax, I think the first real time he says that to the group (unless there was something in the first movie), though, of course, it has been implied (or maybe even said to a smaller scale) previously. Of course, this is the first time that they've brought together a whole group from across the movies - Roman, Tej, Han, Vince, Gisele, the guy who is too negative and his friend (neither of whom I've grasped the name of, to this point) - to join our regulars of Dom, Mia, and Brian. Plus now we get an officer played by The Rock!, and Elena Pataky (neither of whom are family at that time, of course, because they're still trying to stop everything). It's a full Ocean's 11 level of cast/teamwork, and the initial bickering between them is fun. Mostly, though, everything is fun because there's no betrayal or anything waiting on the other side (see: Italian Job), which always undercuts those moments of fun. Here, well, they're clear - family is family. And that isn't going to be ruined by the story suddenly making one of them bad (dead, though, apparently, might be another story).

That scene with the safe, though - holy shit. First of all, so much destruction of property everywhere. But the way it plays out, the way that they're launching cars left and right and ripping through buildings and pulling trees out of the ground - amazing! Destructive as hell, but amazing! (I do wonder, though, after the twist with the safe is revealed, would it still have caused the car damage it did? Though, I guess, most of the bulk even initially came from the safe - and the momentum of it moving so fast - and not the money within.)

Ridiculous? Sure. Aren't they all? But, like, a fun type of ridiculous (much like many of the Marvel movies), the type that you can sit down for, turn your brain off, and just laugh as it gets more and more ridiculous.

And the, at the end - Letty is alive! Eva Mendes shows up for a post-credit scene - someone we haven't seen since 2 Fast (because, well, Mia showed back up). Which also means that, well, things aren't looking so good for Elena. Because like Mia, Letty is about to show up again.

Unfortunately, now, a very different issue - Fast 6 isn't on Netflix. I guess I could "skip ahead" to the 3rd movie, Tokyo Drift, since apparently that is next in the chronological order after F&F6, though, it's also apparently the most skippable. And that doesn't fix the issue that I need F6 to watch F7, or that F7, F8, F9, and F10 also aren't on Netflix (though, F9, I think it was, is technically on IMDb/Freevee currently). Ugh, kinda frustrating.

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode one: OFFER.

SOUR GRAPES RE-DEBUTS WITH A NEW AESTHETIC !! what do you guys think of the newspaper/flyer theme going on?? this chapter is a bit long but everything has been long so far i guess. don’t read this w high expectations lol you’ll disappoint your own self skfkskle, but also the storyline changed so don’t expect the exact same things CHEERS GUYS lemme know what you think n spam my inbox ♡

8:46 am, madison square garden; training.

that headline was a couple months old, but this was your first time seeing it.

“Y/n, put the newspaper down! we’re almost done” Bret Hart called out to you, your eyes scanned through the paper before placing it down.

“coming!”

you’ve been signed with the WWF for almost three months, and so far everything was going great. you were making a lot more friends than you thought you would and the boss wasn’t as much of a jackass as some made him out to be.

you had originally debuted in NJPW, it was a break through debut as the match was given a seven star rating. it was the first match in wrestling history to be given a full seven star rating by Dave Meltzer, and the first in history to be achieved by a woman, so the moment Vince McMahon heard of that, he smelled gold like a piglet smells truffles.

you were trained in the Hart dungeon, which meant a lot of things. you’re definitely talented, a credible wrestler, and had a good reputation for being a professional worker and someone who truly loved the business, and because of how close you grew with the family you were an honorary Hart. being in NJPW made you a bit of a stiff worker. wrestlers over there maintained quite the rough style, hitting hard and often blading to give matches colour, so there was a bit of a worry backstage that you’ll stiff those you work with.

in Bret’s eyes, you were like his little sister, he’s the person who looks out for you the most in this company, especially with how women are treated. he lobbied to help you ease a bit on the stiffness and to help you adapt to the less brutal WWF style wrestling.

he knows your abilities, and has seen you rehearse matches that could’ve been instant classics had it not been for Vince not taking women seriously.

you slid into the ring and got back into position, Bret was teaching you how to lock a firm sharpshooter.

“so what you’re gonna do, yeah, you lean back in on their spine and tighten your grip on their legs” Bret explained. he’s been teaching you the basics of technical wrestling for a a little over a month now.

“like this?” you ask, holding his legs tightly, “exactly, now lean back in on my spine” he says. you lean back a little, afraid that you’ll hurt him. “c’mon now, with you’re whole body” Bret encouraged, and so you lean back tightening your grip on his legs. he holds his breath a bit, bearing the pain before pulling out. “yup! that’ll do it!” he said immediately getting out of your hold.

“was that okay?” you ask, you’ve never seen him pull out of a move so we’re a little concerned. “that genuinely hurt, it’s was more than okay! you executed it perfectly” he complimented you, with a smile.

you immediately hugged him tightly, squeezing him. you may be a little homicidal in the ring, but still fluffy outside it. his smile made you smile as don’t see him smile a lot, slightly annoyed was his default mood. “alright that’s enough, y/n/n” he said patting your hair.

“‘morning y’all!” a familiar voice said from behind you, you turned around and a big smile formed on your face once you saw who it was. “Randy!” you squealed.

there he was, in all his infinite glory and big, colourful, sparkly hat-assery. Macho Man Randy Savage, he was one of those you looked up to a lot. he was like a father figure, “you have too much energy for eight in the morning, y/n/n” he said giving you a hug. “too much coffee” you laughed.

“morning, hitman!” he greeted bret, who returned the greeting. “oh, yeah! y/n, Vince wanted to see you in his office.” Randy said.

“oh okay” you said, you’ve been itching to wrestle so hopefully he wanted to debut you soon.

you look back at Bret, he shrugs at you. “it’s almost nine and will did a lot today, you can go if you want” he says. you definitely should, can’t keep the boss waiting. you quickly gather your bag, water bottle and jacket.

“i’ll see you later guys!” you waved to them as you pulled the door that lead to the hallway open. on your way out you bump into someone and you trip back a bit. they grab your hand and help you maintain you balance, you look up at them …

and you can literally see and physically feel your mood drop.

Shawn Michaels.

you had made yourself a decently tight friend group. Bret, Owen, Jimmy, Randy, Steve Austin, Lita and Chyna. these were great people, unlike Shawn.

Shawn was one of the most annoying people you’ve ever met, you never come across people that pissed you off into laughter but there’s a first for everything.

he was constantly being a dick towards you, extremely rude and sometimes borderline disrespectful. he had a major attitude issue and was ready to pick fights in a heartbeat. one of the several problems you had with him was much of a backstage politiker he was. you’ve seen so many people get their pushes cancelled and have their storylines thrown out the window simply because Shawn didn’t like them.

you’ve seen some get fired too! and you haven’t been here for that long!

however, for some reason, you seemed to be a target that he had. Shawn was quite popular with the other girls backstage, but you clearly weren’t a fan. you weren’t going to stay quite about the shit he would do, he’s tried you multiple times and 9/10 times you had to be pulled away from each other. you weren’t afraid of beating up a man, you’d do it twice without a second’s thought.

what he didn’t like about you was the fact that you didn’t hold back, you always had something to say or an argument to go against his. he’s heard stories of you making grown men and women cry, beating up people that were much larger than you, and how infamous you were for letting everyone know that they will get these hands if that’s what it takes, and frankly - that was very a bit terrifying to hear.

“oh” you breathe out pulling you hands towards you. he just smirks and walks past you. ew.

you rush down the hall way to reach your locker room as quickly as possible, you didn’t want to keep Vince waiting at all. you took a quick shower and put on some clean clothes, gotta make a good impression! not like you’re meeting him for the first time, but still.

you walk back out and make a beeline to his office. you knock on the door and you’re greeted with a deep, raspy ‘come in!’. “morning!” you say, “morning y/n” Vince responds. “how’s your day going?”

“well, y’know. writing and re-writing Raw still, nothing much” he answers, “training?” he asks. “pretty good!” you nod, “heard you were looking for me?” you half ask. “yeah!” he says leaning back, placing his pen down.

“you’re debuting tonight” he nonchalantly said.

your eyes widened and it felt like being a little kid again, “tonight?!” you ask excitedly. “yeah, still figuring it own, but it’s definite!” he says with a congratulatory smile. “g-great! good to know! thank you? thank you!” you smile.

“your welcome”

12:38 pm, catering.

“tonight?!” Jimmy asked, almost choking on his coffee. “i know!” you say. “aw, i’m proud of ya!” Steve said, ruffling your hair. “yeah y/n! i’m really happy for you” Bret pats your back.

you felt accomplished, you still haven’t debuted yet, but it felt great. “careful now, don’t get hiccups while cutting a promo” Owen jokes. you stare at him with a slight frown, “why would you put the thought in my head?”, he just laughed at you.

"don't pay attention to him" Bret said, "and don't think too much of it, you've done this before. you'll do great per usual" he reassured. you smile at him.

"have you picked your gear yet?" Jimmy asked, you slump back into your seat. you completely forgot. "no I haven't" you sigh, "I have a bunch of clothes and I can put something together, but it's eh" you add.

"does anyone have a leather coat by the way?" you ask. Steve perks up, "I do!" he enthusiastically answers. everyone looks at each other, then back at Steve. "I'd expect that answer from Owen, or something, but you?" Bret comments. "what's that supposed to mean?!" the blond brother asks.

"why do you have that?" Jimmy asks, Steve shakes his head. "don't worry about it" he says, you all look at him again. "well.. can I borrow it?" you ask. "yeah, of course" Steve answers.

1:11 pm, y/n’s locker room.

to put together your gear, you needed help from two of your friends. Lita and Randy, both were very well dressed. one had a light goth, rockstar-esque aesthetic, while the other looked like he came straight out of cartoon network.

fun.

Lita had picked up the coat Steve gave you, she seemed fascinated by it. "where the hell did Steve get this coat from? it's very... feminine. not that he can't be into that, but damn" Lita says as she examined the coat. "I could've sworn he stole it from an ex girlfriend or something like that" Randy laughs. Lita looks more concerned than confused, and your facial expression read 'sounds like Steve to me'.

"okay, but what do we think so far?" you ask. you stood in front of your vanity mirror, you wore a black mini skirt that hugged your hips tightly and a black v-neck tank top and you topped them off with 'Steve's' leather coat and black and silver cowboy boots.

"you're wearing all black, what am I supposed to think?" Randy sarcastically asked. "you look cute!" Lita said fluffing your hair. "cute?!" Randy asked, flabbergasted. "you two are walking fashion predicaments! and you don't even wear your pants properly!" he pointed at Lita.

"that's so rich coming from the guy that looks like a Sesame Street character" you counter, Randy gasped with a hand on his chest and Lita was laughing at your comment.

"at least specify which character!"

"Big Bird."

"oh fuck off!"

as you three continued making fun of each other, you almost miss the knock at your locker room door. the knocking is heard again, but louder this time. you quickly jog towards the door and open it, you were greeted by a staff mamber.

"sorry to bother you y/n" she began, "oh on, don't worry about it" you smile, "Vince would like to see you" she continued.

oh.

"okay..? thank you" you said as she walked away. you step back into the room and the laugher instantly dies when Lita and Randy saw your face. "Vince wants to see me, again."

"oh, i hope this ends well.." Randy mutters.

you nervously knock on the office's door. worst case scenario your debut was cancelled. you push the door open and poke your head in, "hey" you awkwardly smile. "y/n! come in please" Vince said putting down some papers.

even though he was the only person in the room, the atmosphere was quite tense. you walk in, closing the door behind you then kind of just, standing there. "come sit" he says pointing to the chair in front of his desk.

you sit down, and your hands feel cold as you fiddle with your fingers. this was stupid, nothing makes you nervous. you're y/n y/l/n, god damn it. you cracked your neck and sat more comfortably, "so, regarding your debut tonight.." Vince began.

okay, maybe this is nerve wracking.

"I have an offer to make."