#christian cage is a warning himself

[madhatterbri]

Daddy Issues | C.C.

Summary: You take Christian to your family cookout. Christian being Christian.

Author's Note: Don't take this seriously. At all. Please.

A family cookout is the perfect time to mingle with family and friends. You can catch up on all the important events you missed out the past year. Your family had a cookout every year and this year you made sure you were going. This was the first time in two years you had a new man. A coworker of yours named Christian Cage.

You were worried about taking him at first. He was different then the other men you dated. Sometimes he could be a jerk.

"We are only staying here for an hour, right?" He asked impatiently. Your eyes widened in shock. Your childhood cat almost lost one of his nine lives underneath his car. "I can't believe you actually grew up in Miami,"

"I promise only one hour. Be nice," you whined and kissed his cheek. Christian grumbled yet nodded. He stepped out of the car and looked around in disgust. At least the hour was already counting.

He walked to your side of the car and held your hand. Due to the popularity of the family cook out, the two of you had to walk down the sidewalk to get your family home. Christian made snide comments about the neighborhood. His remarks were worse when in front of your house.

"Are your shots up to date? I don't need you getting tetanus or getting me sick,"

"Christian, the house is fine. Some of my cousins are doctors,"

"My baby!" Your mom shrieked seeing you through the porch door. Christian opened his mouth to make a comment. You glared at him and he decided against it. "Come in. Please come in,"

"Thanks," Christian smiled pushing past you and through the door. Your mom looked at you confused yet didn't say anything. She knew how much you loved him. "Why don't you get me something to drink?"

You decided to introduce Christian to your family. He managed to practically insult all of them. Your police officer cousins were only cops because they made straight C's in school. Your brother was a high school football coach because he was a hack that couldn't make it to the big leagues. Your little sister was wasting her time singing at bars. She was never going to make it as a singer.

"Honey, are you sure?" Your mother asked with a high pitch tone. Christian was in the bathroom leaving the two of you alone in the livingroom. The two of you stared at a picture of your father. "Your father would be rather... shocked about Christian,"

"You didn't tell me your father was dead, sweetheart," Christian spoke and placed his hands on your shoulder. He rubbed your upper arms affectionately. Anyone that saw this would think he was finally being a good boyfriend. He was only thinking of himself. "I'm so sorry,"

"He died when I was a child. Hey, I haven't shown you my old room," you remembered. The hour you promised was almost over. He hadn't been ran out of the party yet. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

You grabbed his hand and took him upstairs. Your family speaking in Spanish talking about him.

"Don't make fun of me," you giggled and opened the door.

"No promises," he replied. You were positive he wasn't kidding.

Your old room was a typical teenage room. Multiple posters and pictures of your family and friends littered the walls. Trophies of different sizes were placed on bookshelves. Stuffed animals laid neatly on your bed.

"Why didn't you tell me you didn't have a father?" He asked. Christian locked the door behind him. You turned around.

"It's been an hour. We should go," you chuckled nervously. He placed a hand on the side of your neck giving it a soft squeeze. His thumb ran your bottom lip down. A twisted smile plastered on his face.

"No wonder you like to call me daddy,"

[hannyoontify]

warnings | lots of marriage talk, utah mom/white christian fall girl aesthetic slander

[16:40] “i’m gonna marry the fuck out of you one day.”

jeonghan’s abrupt and out of pocket statement catches you off guard and you snort loudly. “okay, casanova. why don’t you actually try asking me out on a proper date first.”

your best friend stuffs his mouth with another spoonful of the lasagna you just made him.

“i’m being serious. if your cooking is this good every single day, i might have to marry you. how does a june wedding sound?”

you placed a finger on your chin, pretending to ponder the endless possibilities of seasonal weddings as you stood behind the kitchen counter. your apron was tied snugly around your waist and your cheeks were still warm from the heat of the stove you had just been using.

“i’ve always been a fall person rather than summer…” you saw jeonghan’s eyes shine with an indecipherable glint.

“no…. baby….. please don’t tell me you’re into the white utah mom aesthetic,” he paused, then continued after a small gasp. “or the white christian fall girl aesthetic? ohhh god, i’m marrying a fiend.”

you burst into laughter when jeonghan buried his head in his hands as if he had just received news that his favorite cranberry sprite was to be permanently discontinued.

“i never said yes, loser. wouldn’t my opinion matter concerning my own wedding?” you approached jeonghan, untying your apron as you went. he leaned against the island, pressing his empty spoon against his lips as his eyes intently watched you move across the room.

“okay, then what about a september wedding? too early?”

you swatted jeonghan’s side with the wadded up apron you had in hand as you walked past him. “you’re getting way too ahead of yourself, han.”

he shot you an offended look, his jaw dropping and his eyes blown wide, as if you had accused him of murdering baby kittens. “way ahead of myself? why, you don’t wanna marry me?”

“aren’t there a million things for you to do before even considering putting a ring on my finger?” your tone was light and you were speaking in a joking manner, but some part of you wished jeonghan seriously considered you as more than just a friend. you knew this was all just a joke to him. this was just his way of playing with you. “besides, how are you so sure of yourself?”

“hm? what do you mean?” jeonghan slipped his arm around your waist, strong enough to stop you in your tracks but gentle enough for you to push past him if you really wanted to.

you didn’t. so you stayed in place, trying your best to ignore the warmth of his arm against the thin fabric of his your shirt.

jeonghan gazed at you with a serious look in his eyes—a sight rarer than him not stealing your fries to see if ‘they tasted good enough for you.’

“i mean…” your tongue darted out to nervously lick your lips. “how are you so sure of yourself? what makes you think i’ll say yes?”

he shrugged. as he did, a piece of hair shifted and fell onto his forehead and your fingers itched to put it back to place. “i’m the only one you’ve got.”

your mouth dropped open in almost offense. “did you just call me bitchless?”

he quirked a brow at you. “if the boot fits.”

you could see that jeonghan was clearly enjoying himself with the way the corner of his lips danced and struggled to stay neutral as his eyes studied yours.

“you’re being mean…” you mumbled. jeonghan silently laughed as he watched you pout, his shoulders shaking. when he finally stopped, jeonghan looked at you with an unreadable look in his eyes.

“and you’re being clueless.”

“you’re being—! huh?” you paused mid-sentence, confused as to what your best friend meant by calling you clueless. “what do you mean clueless?”

jeonghan stepped forward, causing you to stagger backwards. one foot after another, this slow chasing movement continued until your back was pressed against the marble counter of the kitchen and his arms were caging you on either side of you.

“what do you think it means?” when you didn’t respond, jeonghan pressed you further. there was a teasing lilt in his voice that told you he was enjoying this. “what do you think it could possibly mean, [name], hm?”

your eyes drifted to jeonghan’s lips for a split second. it wasn’t your fault! he was standing inches away from you and it was like his lips were screaming for your attention. you swore it was for a split of a split second, but jeonghan, that little shit, somehow caught that. he smiled and stepped a little closer.

“my lips are flattered by the attention, but they’re starting to feel a bit objectified. care to apologize?”

a wave of heat crept up your neck, painting your ears red at the notion of getting caught staring. “s-“

“mm. too late,” jeonghan pressed his finger against your lips, as if to shush you. “they’ll only settle if you give them one thing. or else you’re going to be contacted by their lawyer.”

“oh, really? what could the settlement be?” crossing your arms over your chest, you watched jeonghan as he playfully rubbed his chin with his fingers in consideration.

“i think you already know,” jeonghan shot you a knowing look. “don’t make me bring patricia and have her say it.”

patricia was the hand puppet he invented back in high school when he wanted to convince you to do something stupid with him, like skipping class. or jumping over the school wall and spraining his ankle.

“lord, have mercy.” you muttered breathlessly.

jeonghan barked out a short laugh before grabbing you by the waist, tugging you closer. his eyes never left yours. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

as your lips finally met jeonghan’s, after years and years of pining, it was everything you imagined and more. your fingers gripped your best friend—now lover’s shirt tightly when he pulled away with a bright smile on his face. jeonghan’s forehead rested on yours and he pressed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“i’m going to marry the fuck out of you one day.”

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[thesupreme316]

Aew reacts to you falling asleep in most random places or falling asleep on them

You can choose either one

Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader nick Wayne x fem

AEW STARS React to: You Falling Asleep in Random Places/On Them

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Nick Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 937

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, i'm keeping my promise. Hopefully this is the start of making up for lost time, sorry for being away. I miss writing tbh. But antiways, thanks for being patient. NOW BACK TO MY SCHEMES. Plz remember that you are loved and appriecated.

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

Warnings: slightly proofread, failed comedy, GIFS AINT MINE AGAIN GIFS AINT MINE (rights are to the original creators)

Orange Cassidy (Random place):

He’s not fazed

Homeboy is impressed that you can fall asleep anywhere

In fact, he joins you

He has seen you in every random place in the house

Bathroom, linen closet, the kitchen, and how you fell asleep on the steps of the porch??

He’ll never know

It’s a regular occurrence to play “Where’s Y/N?”

One time Trent and Kris came over and saw the two of you sleeping on the porch steps

He just left a sign beside y’all that said “come back later”

After your neighbor called the police for a wellness check

MJF (Random Place/On them):

He thought you were joking when you said you can sleep anywhere

But was genuinely concerned about how you fell asleep in the laundry room

Makes fun of you on Twitter and uses your pictures to describe other people’s matches

If you fell asleep on him, he would melt

I think he would show off that his S/O is sleeping on him with a smirk

Would yell at someone for disturbing you and would blame the other person for you waking up

“No babe, it was Adam’s dumbass voice that woke you up, not me.”

Will bring you closer if you move in your sleep

But make no mistake, if his cat falls asleep on him, you’re sleeping on the floor

Hook (On them):

I can see this man being stiff as a log when you fall asleep on him

Strokes your hair to keep you calm

Doesn’t eat chips for fear that they will awake you

He woke you up once…and that was enough for him

Only answer his friends if they’re asking yes or no questions (will only nod)

Drapes a blanket over you if you don’t have his hoodie on

Eventually, he will fall asleep with you

But he quickly moves to sleep next to you cause you a wild sleeper

One time you were boxing him in your sleep…and won…

Eddie Kingston (Random Place/On them):

Mans would try out your random sleeping places before waking up and crawling back in the bed

“I don’t know how lil mama does it…that shit hurt.”

However, he made a ranking list and the best place is the dining room floor

Finds it funny yet very disciplining, might use it as a punishment for when he misses workout sessions

Will carry you to bed with him cause again….he aint doin that shit

When you fall asleep on him, he just becomes a big ole teddy bear

If he needs to argue or tell someone off, he’ll whisper yell

Will make sure that you are warm by wrapping his hoodie over you

Once you’re asleep, Eddie will never move you or himself

Ricky Starks (On them):

I feel like as long as you don’t drool you’re fine

Or leave makeup on his shirt

If you do, you won’t hear anything about it until you wake up

“I love you babe, but next time, there will be a paper towel barrier.”

Tbh, depending on how tired he is, Ricky will fall asleep on top of you

I can see him just talking you to sleep per your request

Even after you fall asleep, Ricky still be talking cause why not

Like those above, he will scold people if they disturb you

Will put your phone on dnd

Kenny Omega (Random place/weird positions):

At first, cause he couldn’t find you, he would be in distress

He would look in every single bedroom or cushion-based location

Would feel better once he finds you in the bathroom tub (cause he heard your snoring)

I think Kenny would catch on to your locations very quickly

But if you find a new one, he’ll add it to your location list

Knowing Kenny, he would make this into a bit on Being The Elite (BTE)

Like every time there is a fight or argument, you are seen sleeping in a weird position (like back twisting or somethin)

“Y/N sleeping so we have to fight in slo-mo”

Christian Cage (On them):

MANS WOULD FEEL SO PROUD AND POWERFUL

He would feel so happy that you feel comfortable enough for you to fall asleep on him

Anytime you get sleepy, it doesn’t matter where you are, he will offer his shoulder or chest as a pillow

Places kisses on your forehead while your sleep

He moves a lot tho, not on purpose

But you quickly got use to it and would snuggle closer to him

Would use you sleeping as an excuse not to fight

“You better be lucky that Y/N is sleeping or I- wait, I don’t need to fight anyways. Luchasuarus, get him.”

Nick Wayne (Random place):

I am 100 percent certain that this man is easily influenced

Therefore

He will follow suit with your weird sleeping habits

If he sees you sleeping, he sleeping too so move over

Like Cassidy, he would actually like the random sleeping places

He would fall asleep anywhere

I feel like when’s he stressed, he would just sleep in a random place…even if he’s at work

Christian and Luchasuarus would be like where is Nick

And Nick would be asleep on a ladder

[rabbit-flaying]

A Taste of Paradise: chapter three

Content Warnings: captivity, gilded cage, dubiously consensual affection, unhealthy binding, heavy religious elements, emotional manipulation, lovebombing, carewhumper, referenced religious prosecution, referenced xenophobia

Note: Are my former Muslim with family from the USSR vibes showing yet?

Night had fallen, and through the living room window, Ezra could see the forest cast in shadow. The big dipper constellation was strung above the trees, to the far left of the windowpane. It looked just as it had from every house Ezra had ever lived in.

"You look exhausted," Christopher said. He gently stroked Ezra's curly hair, and tucked a lock of it behind his ear. "No wonder, with the day you've had."

Ezra opened his mouth, but a yawn escaped instead of his intended argument. His body felt weighed down, as though he were wearing one of those lead vests to get an X-ray done. Maybe he really was tired.

He didn't feel safe falling asleep around Christopher. But he also couldn't force himself to stay awake forever. It would be better to sleep now, he decided, and see what came of it. Then he could be alert and aware come morning.

"I have a bedroom set up for you," Christopher said, standing from his chair. "Would you like to see? I hope you like it."

"Yeah, sure." It was nice to know he wasn't going to be locked in the basement.

As Ezra followed Christopher down the hall, he looked around for any clue on the kind of person he was dealing with.

The pale cream walls were spotless, lacking in the dust and stains that seemed unavoidable in human homes. There were six doors in the hall, three on the left and three on the right, all made from the same pale wood.

But neither of these details were the least bit interesting when compared to the art. Icons of saints hung on the walls, adored with halos and framed with wood, divine and severe in equal measure.

Ezra considered praying to such things to be idolatry, of course. But still he couldn't deny how beautiful they were. The love that had been poured into their creation was evident through every brushstroke. They lacked shadows and other aspects of three dimensionality, as such details would have taken away from their heavenly natures.

The sorrowful gaze of a woman reached beyond her frame and tugged on a piece of Ezra's heart. He didn't know her story, and was left to wonder why a saint would crossdress in a man's green robes. He was enamored by something in her tear stained face he couldn't begin to explain.

Christopher opened the third door on the left, but turned back when he saw that Ezra was no longer following him.

"What has your attention?"

"This woman. She's a saint, right?" Ezra suddenly doubted his perception, as he always did when he made any assumptions. "I mean, I'm guessing because of the halo."

"That's right. Her name is Xenia of Petersburg." Christopher stood beside Ezra. He bowed to the icon, briefly, before continuing to speak. "She was prime example of generosity, pretending to be her husband after his death and giving their wealth to the poor and needy."

"Are you Catholic?"

"Russian Orthodox, actually. My parents came to the United States after years of risking prison or worse for faith. The USSR was not a kind place to Christians. Or to Jews. Or anyone, really."

Ezra wasn't sure how to use any of what he was learning against Christopher. But it served his theological and historical curiosity, and that was enough.

Social cues mandated that he now take a turn sharing about his family.

"My family was, uh, mixed. My dad and his family were basic white protestants and my mom's parents were Muslim refugees from Syria. There was more confusion than anything when I was a kid."

"As I understand, you have it figured out by now. And I am happy for that."

There was no hint of mockery or disapproval in Christopher's voice. After all the vitriolic hatred Ezra had grown numb to, it was a pleasant surprise. Lost in all his worries was how his religion would be treated under these circumstances.

He followed Christopher into the bedroom that had been prepared for him, and found it to be a damn lot nicer than the one back in his apartment.

It was a large, square room with shag carpet covering the ground. A bed was pushed against one corner, so Ezra's back would be facing the wall when he slept on his prefered side.

Christopher's attention to detail and desire to keep him comfortable was equal parts creepy and heartwarming.

The other furniture was comprised of a nightstand, a wooden desk, and an armchair with a knit throw blanket laid over its back.

But what really caught Ezra's attention was how quickly his surroundings had shifted from Orthodox Christian to Sunni Muslim. A prayer rug laid on the floor. It was red, with a golden floral design around the edges. Much prettier than the folded bed sheet Ezra had used for so long. A pocket compass sat beside it, showing that it was facing South-East towards Mecca.

A stack of books sat proudly on Ezra's nightstand. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked through them, one by one. In its rightful place on top was The Holy Quran in Arabic, and below it an English translation. Below them were several Hadith collections. These books would have taken Ezra years of saving to afford, leather-bound with glimmering text and illustrious patterns in the page margins.

"Oh, thank you..." Ezra sat on the edge of the bed, hugging the Quran to his chest. "Thank you. Thank you."

His heart was overflowing with emotions he couldn't begin to get a handle on. For the first time since waking up, he was struck by how deeply Christopher really cared for him.

No one had ever paid so much attention to his needs. And certainly never those that contradicted their own. But his Christian kidnapper had gifted him the most beautiful copy of the Holy Quran he had ever seen in his life.

Ezra had learned to expect hatred even as a child, but now it all seemed so fuzzy and far away. This kindness was enough to make him forget he wasn't here by choice.

Christopher sat beside him, and rubbed a small circle on his back. "You're very welcome, my dear Ezra. If you need anything else, anything at all, please tell me."

"This is… Perfect." Ezra blinked tears from his eyes. "Thank you for not, you know, hating me. Most people aren't very, um, nice about this."

"Enemies of the United States, old and new, have to support each other. Wouldn't you agree?" Christopher's tone was mirthful, but there was truth to his words.

Ezra leaned his head on Christopher's shoulder. Forgetting, for a moment, all that had been done to him. He closed his eyes, near to falling asleep already.

"I'll leave you to pray and to sleep," Christopher said. "The bathroom is right across the hall if you want to clean up. Goodnight, my dear Ezra."

Christopher left him, then. And Ezra fought his tiredness to go and make wudu in the bathroom, washing his hands, his face, his feet. It refreshed him and gave him the little energy needed to make it back to his room without collapsing.

He knelt reverentially on his prayer mat and opened the Quran. The first line his eye came to land on, written in both the original Arabic and English, had this to tell him. "Be content as if you have everything, because what Allah has planned for us is better than what we want."

It was a comforting thought. And the warmth spreading through him helped him through his tiredness to pray Isha and make up the prayer he missed while unconscious.

Nothing felt better than kneeling in prostration with his forehead on the ground, allowing himself humility and vulnerability before God that he couldn't bear to show other humans.

Ezra felt absurdly better when he stood up and folded his prayer rug. What had happened could not be changed, and what was to happen was up to God alone. He was in good hands.

He ruffled through the closet in search of pajamas before laying down to sleep. The clothes Christopher had given him were exactly what he wore in his day-to-day life: plain, modest, and practical. The only difference was an absence of stains and tears.

He found an amazingly comfortable set of fluffy pajamas, and tossed his day clothes in the laundry hamper. Only now did he notice how sore his chest was. No wonder, having had his binder on for sixteen hours.

He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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[winpocalypse]

Would really love to hear your thoughts on the topic of Sam + purity & religion as it is one of the leading themes of his character. How do you think it reflects on his perception of Dean, of himself, and their relationship as a whole?

fair warning friend this will get long and i might not make sense at all!!

first, what i find so interesting about sam and religion is that it was probably the first choice he ever made for himself (and that backfires of course). usually with religious characters you have a background, their family taking them to church, they associate religion with fond memories or with restriction and violence so they want out. sam is born a hunter, his dad is after some demon, they do not have any sort of religious tradition, and even so, he goes and chooses to believe, to pray. he was the one after it, as a little kid. he probably learned a thing or two with pastor jim, but he was the one who picked faith and hope. "i mean i was just a kid, do you think i knew? that i wasn't clean?" john kind of reiterates that, i mean, he knew about sam, and sam tells us that john treated him differently, it didn’t matter what he did, it was never enough. he even had a confession when he was a kid (would have loved to see a scene for that btw missed opportunity) and that is heartbreaking because he tried so hard to hold on to religion and faith, we see this in s1 and s2, but ultimately religion fails him. the angels don't even see him as human, cas first refers to him as the boy with the demon blood, basically he’s just some tool, to break the seal, to get dean to say yes, to be the devil’s vessel. he goes, he stands by god's side, and they still don't spare him a glance. it is bleak to see the evolution of sam's hope to sam understanding nobody's coming to save him, not even his brother, who pretty much becomes the president of the "crucify sam" club.

and here comes the double standards. you see, when dean goes to hell, he's tortured, he tortures, he enjoys it, he breaks the first seal, but that never changes how he views himself or how sam views him. he’s feeling guilty and he’s traumatized, but he does not carry a religious burden. and all of his actions are justified because he did it to save sam. he’s still dean, but with more baggage. but the minute sam does some ambiguous shit because he wants to save people and get revenge for dean? he's a freak beyond understanding. dean is not the religious one but he does believe his brother's tainted. he even uses it against sam "why did an angel tell me to stop you?" he could not give three shits about the angels but he knows sam does. and even years after the events of s4, even after how many years of sam in the cage being tortured, dean still maintains this belief. when sam says “do you think i knew i wasn't clean?” his response is “it’s not your fault” not “you’re not unclean”. he even has a list of sam’s wrongdoings that he could confess, one of them being “coming back without a soul”, like my dude, i’m pretty sure he can’t be blamed for that. but it doesn’t matter. he sinned that one time, there’s not enough punishment for that- much like in christian beliefs: if you sin, you deserve to spend eternity in hell. sam crucified himself for the world, but he did not get the jesus treatment, he was not idolized or turned into a saint, simply because he was not considered pure enough. it doesn’t matter that all of it- the demon blood, being lucifer’s vessel- were not in his control. and the worst part is that sam believes it too!!!!

another thing, spn shows us that dean lacks faith and sam tries to hold on to it. but that doesn’t mean only religion. again and again we see dean’s lack of faith in sam (he shows faith one time and that is swan song so his brother could jump in the hole) while sam believes so much in his brother, even after some nasty events (hello panic room), and that creates an interesting dynamic. dean is not religious but he has such a fixed christian view of the world: there's bad and there's good. monsters are bad, hunters are good for getting rid of the filth (that's why it hurts so much when he says he would want to hunt sam). its all pretty black and white. the way he tries to save sam is by punishing him, and that’s pretty catholic of him, huh. now, sam views the world in shades of gray, he doesn’t believe all supernatural beings are monsters, he believes people change, he believes in redemption, and when he tries to save dean is usually by trying to talk, by believing in him. even though sam loses faith in god and angels, he never loses faith in dean, but because he is who he is, he needs to have faith in something, and that does some damage. because he’s going to take whatever dean gives him, he’s going to forgive whatever dean does. that leaves their relationship severely unbalanced. much like the relationship between god and his followers. god can do whatever, unquestioned, and the devotees are the one who will pay for daring to deviate from his wishes. and the sad thing is, they will not question it. 

[multi-fandom-things730]

Past Mistakes

Christian Cage x Reader

Summary: Y/N debuts in AEW with her brother Adam Copeland, and is reunited with a face from her past.

Warnings: CHRISTIAN CAGE, angst, violence, fights, cussing, arguing, a whole lot of drama

A/N: I PROMISE I AM NOT A CHRISTIAN GIRLIE. This is for @madhatterbri 😂😅❤️ I hope you love it!!!!!!!!!🥰💛✨

"Are you sure you're ready to see him?"

Y/N let out a nervous laugh, before shaking her head. "No, I'm not. But I'm gonna do it anyway"

Adam Copeland, her brother, sent her a sympathetic smile and pulled her into a side hug. "Then let's get going"

Y/N laughed as she sat down in the muscle car Adam had rented. It was very dramatic, which was perfect for her brother.

Adam slammed on the gas with a childish laugh as they headed towards the arena housing Wrestledream.

Y/N's mind wandered as she watched the city pass by so quickly in a blur.

That's how she would describe her relationship with Christian too. It went by too quickly, and felt like a blur.

A blur of so many different emotions.

Heartbreak, anger, sadness; but also a lot of love and happiness.

Almost enough love to outweigh the pain.

They had always been together, practically inseparable, while both working for WWE.

But when he decided not to renew his contract, he also decided to leave Y/N.

He said he didn't believe a long-distance relationship would be able to work, and that he needed to put his focus solely on his career.

Just like that, it was like all those years didn't matter to him at all. He didn't even attempt to try; attempt to fight for them.

Y/N was really sad for a really long time. She wholeheartedly believed that Christian would be the man she grew old with.

The entire picture she had painted for her future, their future, was set aflame by Christian's own damn selfishness.

And when she came to that realization she wasn't sad anymore; she was just pissed off.

But now years later, once faced with seeing him again, she felt just like she did on the day he left.

She felt weak and vulnerable.

But she'd never let it show. As she walked into the building with her brother at her side, you'd think she was the most confident woman in the city.

As they got to the guerrilla, they heard the video end, and Adam gave his sister one last squeeze on the shoulder before his music hit and he ran out.

Y/N smiled as she heard the fans losing their minds over Adam's debut. And when she looked at a monitor she couldn't help but laugh at how excited her brother was too.

But as Christian retreated, and ran away to what he thought was the safety of the ramp, another song hit.

And that one made him feel sick to his stomach.

He barely brought himself to turn around before she was walking out with the same smile he fell in love with plastered on her face.

He was glad she got the pop from the fans she deserved, and he was glad that she looked happy.

However, he was not thrilled about her signature kendo stick she was carrying out with her.

But when Luchasauras passed him, and started to approach Y/N, he felt an all too familiar sense of protectiveness wash over him.

"Luchasauras! No!" He demanded.

But when Luchasauras tried to take the kendo stick from Y/N, Christian was reminded of why she never really needed his protection.

She cracked Luchasauras right in the ribs and made him stumble backward, gripping his side in pain. And then Y/N raised the kendo stick all the way up before slamming it down onto his back. Luchasauras fell to the ground, and Christian couldn't help but be proud of her for being able to take Luchasauras down.

Y/N finally looked over at Christian, and was surprised to see him just standing still in shock. She thought he'd be livid, and screaming and yelling.

But she just brushed past him and made her way to join her brother in the ring.

Adam was staring Christian down, while Christian was still frozen in place.

Y/N took her place to her brother's side, and rested her kendo stick on her shoulder with a taunting smirk as she stared down Luchasauras.

Y/N caught Christian's gaze again, and exactly what she was afraid of happened.

He looked so sad, and she could feel all the walls she had worked so hard to build begin to crumble.

So she forced herself to look away from him, and turned to shake hands with Sting and Darby.

But she could still feel Christian's eyes on her, and little did she know it was only the beginning of that.

"Y/N?"

The woman in question froze in place when she heard Christian say her name.

She cursed herself in her head; she was so close to the locker room. Why hadn't she walked just a little faster?

"Y/N, just talk to me for one second" Christian said, and grabbed her arm to turn her to face him.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and in those few seconds, they felt like nothing had changed. They felt like they did all those years ago.

Y/N tore her eyes away from his and looked at the wall. How the hell had these stupid feelings not gone away yet?! After everything that happened, they should be long gone.

"What do you want Christian?" Y/N asked.

"To talk to you" he answers, giving her arm a light squeeze.

Y/N yanked her arm away from him and took a few steps back. "I have nothing to say to you"

"But I have a lot to say to you" Christian replies. "I know we didn't end on good terms but-"

"Not on good terms?!" Y/N exclaims incredulously. "Is that what you've told yourself all these years to make yourself feel better?! You told me, and I quote, that you had way more important things to focus on than our relationship"

"Fine, I know I'm a jerk Y/N" Christian relents. "But you always knew it too. I never hid it"

Y/N scoffs. "You're right. I did know it. I was stupid enough to give you a chance before, and you let me down. So now, I'm not gonna let you do it again"

"I know there's a lot I need to do to show you that I'm sorry. But just think about how amazing it would be if you joined me! We would dominate this entire company"

Y/N lets out a humorless laugh. "Glad to know you always have an ulterior motive behind everything. Even apologizing to me"

"I know you Y/N" Christian insists. "You may come across as Adam's sweet little sister, but we both know that you have a mean streak inside of you. You like to be on top, and we all know that no one could beat you and me"

Y/N quirks an eyebrow. "Just you and me?"

"Obviously" Christian smirks. "You think I give a damn about anyone but myself and you? Absolutely not. But it's nice to have a.. layer of protection"

"Nick and Luchasauras?" Y/N asks.

"Of course" Christian answers.

Y/N has to stop and think for a moment. She loves her brother very much, and respects Sting and Darby. But Christian did always know her best, and it's true that she indeed likes to be the best.

"You've never let that side out of you before, don't you think it's time? Isn't it time to take what you want instead of waiting patiently? Adam's gone soft, and we both know it. He's a rule follower now. But we both know that neither you nor I am"

"You don't know me anymore" Y/N breathes out.

But Christian just takes a step towards Y/N, and grabs her waist before pulling her against him.

He rests his forehead against hers, and Y/N makes no move to stop him as she places her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't I? I think I know you better than anyone else here" Christian says, looking right into her eyes.

Y/N stares at him, before letting a smirk of her own grow on her face. "You do know I don't forgive you yet, right?"

"You will soon" Christian smirks.

With that, Y/N brushes her lips against his, but right when Christian closes his eyes and leans in, she pulls away from him. "You wish it was that easy"

Christian couldn't help but chuckle as she walked away from him, because he knew that she'd accept. And he knew that the entire roster would be in danger once she did.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can i request a NSFW hc of Christian Cage's kinks?

Christian Cage's Kinks (Headcannons)

An: I already made a NSFW alphabet that includes his kinks (where you can find HERE) So for this I just thought I would include his kinks from that but explain exactly what those kinks mean

Christian Cage Masterlist Main Masterlist NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW content 18+

Daddy kink/ Dd/lg: This one's kinda self explanatory (if you know what I mean) I mean he does have a thing for fatherless wrestlers 🤷🏼‍♀️

Breeding kink: This man is obsessed with the  idea of knocking you up. He loves the sight of his seed pouring out of you. All he wants is to get you pregnant and show you off like a trophy. He get's off on what people would say about the two of you, how an older man like himself knocked up his controversialy young girlfriend.

Pregnancy kink: Once you are pregnant he can't get enough of you. The way your breasts grow and lactate has this man foaming at the mouth. There is something about the way you glow during your pregnancy that has this man on his knees for you. He's so facinated at watching your body change during pregnancy. He can't wait to meet your little angel and of course knock you up again.

Overstimulation: He loves to absolutely destroy you just so he can put you back together again. He loves to make you cry underneath him but in the most loving way possible. (if that even makes sense) After he fucks you into oblivion he will hold you close and kiss away your tears.

Orgasm control/ orgasm denial/ forced orgasm: Ties into overstimulation, he will be rough and ruthless with you just to spoil the shit out of you afterwards. "You did so good baby, I'm so pround of you" He knows he can be mean so he makes sure to make it up to you later. He's big on aftercare just so he can destroy you again once you're back in reality.

Spanking: This one's pretty self explanatory. (Ties into the daddy kink and dd/lg) It's simple if you've dissipointed him or have been bad you get a spanking. Sometimes you will mess with him on purpose just to be punished for it later. He's traditional with it too, he won't use anything fancy like a paddle. He will have you over his knee with your dress over your head, spanking you with his bare rough hand.

Cock warming: This man just loves to be in you 24/7. He can't get enough of you. He loves how close the two of you are. Whenever he can, he wants to be in you. Whether that's while watching tv, while you work on your computer, while you sleep or out in public. He loves the warmth you provide, he just can't get enough of the feeling of you around him.

Creampie: (ties into the breeding kink) He just can't get enough of the mess the two of you make together

(AN:I also wanted to put in here that I personally think dd/lg is gross but I have a feeling Christian would be into it. Due to that I will not be writing any fics around anything like that!)

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Caller asks if Trump will reveal himself as the Antichrist — many believe he already has

Thom Hartmann

September 10, 2024 2:17PM ET

A supporter of former President Donald Trump wears a pro-Trump t-shirt at a Trump campaign rally at an outdoor fairgrounds, April 13, 2024 in Schnecksville, Pa. (Photo by Andrew Lichtenstein/Corbis via Getty Images)

A listener called into my program recently and asked, “Is Donald Trump the Antichrist and, if so, will he reveal himself at the debate?”

I passed on drawing a conclusion, but then the lines lit up with a steady stream of people over the next few hours offering their “proofs” that Trump was, in fact, the Evil One come to ravage the Earth. That he’s a literal and iniquitous thaumaturge. My first caller clearly hit a nerve.

It’s a fascinating question, though, whether put literally or metaphorically.

Asking the question literally requires a belief in the actual reality of a Son-of-God Christ figure and of an Antichrist opponent of nearly equal but opposite power. This sort of thing fills the Bible, and I’ll get to that in a moment.

But first consider the question from the secular perspective, which argues these two terms represent, at their core, metaphors for the embodiment of good and evil.

In this context, then, a more accurate question is: “Is Donald Trump evil, and thus an antichrist?”

In The Sermon on the Mount, Jesus spoke in the plural when he predicted “false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly are ravening wolves.”

After warning that grifters and con artists (in secular terms)would try to exploit His followers, He said, “by their fruits ye shall know them.”

Trump’s “fruits” are pretty obvious:

More than twenty women have accused him of rape and sexual assault.

Hundreds of contractors, customers and employees have accused him of stealing from them or refusing to pay them (or both), as have members of his own family

Throughout his presidency, he lied over 30,000 times and continues to lie daily

He pits Americans against each other by race, religion, and region in an effort to tear our country apart and thus weaken opposition to his authoritarian rule

He openly encouraged violence against unarmed people at multiple rallies and encouraged state violence at a speech to chiefs of police; most recently he encouraged an assault on members of the press

He tried to overthrow and end our democracy

He embraced depraved, ungodly murderers, kleptocrats, and “strongman” rulers while ridiculing western democracies and their elected leaders

He tried to damage or dismantle political and military systems designed to keep peace in the world, including the UN, NATO, and the Iran JCPOA

He reaches out to Jesus’s followers and then directs them toward bigotry, violence, and hatred

As an object of admiration and a role model, he’s replaced Jesus in many white evangelical congregations

He delighted in tearing children from their parents and putting them in cages

He tried to end Americans’ access to lifesaving medical care by killing Obamacare and privatizing Medicare

He watched on TV, like a delighted child, as his followers killed three police officers, sent 140 others to the hospital, and tried to murder the Vice President and Speaker of the House

He lied about Covid (after disclosing the truth to Bob Woodward), causing more disease and deaths in America than any other nation in the world except Peru

The main reason many Christians freak out about an antichrist is that following him will get you banned from heaven or even cast into hell.

But what did Jesus — the guy Trump’s white evangelical followers claim as their savior — say was necessary to get into heaven?

Back in 1998 I had a private audience with Pope John Paul II at his invitation; one of his personal secretaries had read one of my books. He gave Louise and me a private tour of many non-public parts of the Vatican and, the next day, we sat through an open-air concert with Pope John Paul II and about 30 VIPs, including the leader of Germany’s Bundestag, for more than an hour, surrounded by the splendor of Castel Gandolfo, the Pope’s summer palace on the rim of an extinct volcano overlooking lake Albano.

When we spoke privately after the concert, His Holiness’s forceful comments about the work we all must do reminded me of Jesus’ words in Matthew 25. It’s an amazing 2,000 year-old story that tells us everything we need to know about today’s “Christian” politics:

Jesus’ disciples had gathered around him in a private and intimate setting.

Finally, they thought, they could ask him, straight up, the question that had been haunting them, particularly now that the Roman authorities were starting to talk about punishing or even executing them: How they could be sure to hang out with Him in the afterlife?

Jesus told them that at the end of days He’d be sitting on His throne separating the sheep from the goats “as a shepherd divideth.”

The nations of “sheep” would go with Him to heaven, the “goats” to hell.

“For I was an hungred, and ye gave me food,” he told his disciples he would say to the sheep. “I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.”

At this point, His disciples — who had never, ever seen Jesus hungry, thirsty, homeless, sick, or naked — freaked out. Whoa! they shouted. We’re screwed!

“When saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee?” they asked, panicked. “Or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? Or naked, and clothed thee? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?” “Verily I say unto you,” Jesus replied, reassuring them, “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”

This is the only place in the Bible where Jesus explicitly tells His disciples what acts they must perform, in their entirety, to get into heaven.

Feed the hungry, care for refugees, house and clothe the homeless, heal the sick, have compassion on those in prison.

That’s it.

And it’s a list that is quite literally the opposite of everything that Donald Trump advocates, stands for, and has done in his careers, both business and political.

While biblical scholars are split about who the actual “Beast” was that John referenced in his Revelation, many consider it to have been a then-politically-necessary cloaking of the identity of Roman Emperor Nero.

It was clearly a political figure, who represented the antithesis of the values and works Jesus laid out in the Sermon on the Mount and in Matthew 25.

A leader whose actions unleashed “a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.”

Caller after caller to my program offered their own proofs of Trump being the Beast or the Antichrist:

“MAGA” means “magic” or “sorcerer” in Latin and multiple other languages

His grandfather’s name when he emigrated to America to start a whorehouse in the Pacific Northwest was “Drumpf,” which he changed to Trump. John in German is “Johann.” Therefore, his “actual” name is Donald Johann Drumpf — each name having six letters. (Weirdly, the same is true of Ronald Wilson Reagan, the guy who laid the foundation for MAGA.)

He illegally armed the Saudis for their merciless bombing war against Yemen which had five million peoplefacing famine as the Saudi military blocked food arrivals.

His family owns 666 Fifth Avenue.

He fooled millions of evangelical followers of Jesus, just as the Beast is supposed to do.

He put his own red-hat MAGA mark on their foreheads.

He consorts with “whores” and “criminals.”

It was an interesting exercise and conversation, and I was surprised by how many people are actually religiously freaked out about Trump.

But for me, all the proof I need that Trump, if not the biblical Antichrist, is at least a political one, is what he says and does. And I’ll bet that tonight he will reveal himself, both as a disciple of the “Father of Lies,” and through his anti-Christ-type policies.

As Pope Francis today tells us, a man’s “fruits” show us all we need to know about who he really is.

[madhatterbri]

Conducting Business | C.C.

Summary: Reader distracts Christian while he is conducting business. 18+.

"I'm home," you called out in the house after walking through the front door. You expected Christian to be waiting for you after being on the road with AEW. You walked towards his office.

The familiae voice of his boss, Tony, filled his office. You remained quiet and sat across from him. He sighed and muted himself. "Conducting business," he mouthed to you before rolling his blue eyes. He removed himself from mute and agreed with whatever his boss was droning on about.

Those words always ignited something in her. Something took control of you when those words fluttered off his lips. You slipped out of the chair and crawled towards him. Christian looked down in confusion. Your hands touched his knees and his legs jerked.

Slowly, your hands made their ways up his inner thighs and towards his groin. His breath hitched. He moved his hands to grab hers. His hands were about to push her away but his boss distracted him.

"Christian, are you even listening?" Tony asked. His voice sounded urgent like he was talking about the most important thing in the world. Christian immediately turned his attention away from you and to his boss.

Your hand went a little higher. His cock already hard from being on the road. Christian shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He tried to answer Tony normally while not giving away what was happening in his office.

"Are you feeling all right, Chris? You sound like your in pain," Tony pressed worried that one of his stars was injured. Christian's antics were getting a lot of hits on YouTube. He couldn't afford to lose him.

Christian cleared his throat as you unzipped his pants. His hard dick freed itself from his boxers. They had sex in here plenty of times but never while he was conducting business. If only they could see him now. Their champion rendered weak by his girlfriend.

"I'm fine, Tony," he gasped once your hand rubbed him up and down painfully slow. His hips bucked wanting her to pick up the speed. "Just sore from working out,"

You didn't hear Tony's response. He was at your mercy and you thrived in it. You picked up the speed as he groaned in his hand. Precum started to spill on her hand. Slowly, you licked up a line up his cock before taking the head in your mouth.

The hand over his mouth couldn't contain the noise that came out. He leaned back in his chair. His hips bucking once more towards you. He gripped the side of his desk. You scooted closer and took more of him inside your mouth.

"Do you need anything else, Tony?" He asked urgently. Heavy gasps were slipping out of him. He didn't even bother to hide it anymore. His legs spread wider as he leaned back in his chair. Your head was now between his legs and the desk.

"We can talk later. Get some rest and don't push yourself so hard at the gym," Tony bid him farewell.

The call barely ended before Christian pulled you up.

"Bend over, now," he ordered. He had a dark look in his eyes. You happily obliged while giggling. Bracing yourself against the desk, you felt his hands lower your shorts. They lowered to around your ankles.

"I was conducting business," He informed you while he rubbed your ass. One swift motion and he spanked you. A soft moan slipped past your lips. He spanked her a few more times. "What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, daddy," you whined.

He massaged your sore ass with one hand. His other hand rubbed to your outer thigh. His thumb rubbing up and down on your damp underwear.

"Do you want to know what I am going to do to you?" He asked dangerously. The question must have been rhetorical because he gave you no time to answer. Shortly after he slipped your underwear down.

His hand cupped your wet sex. Whines filled the room as his thumb circled your clit. You shook your hips to get away. He used his other hand to hold you down.

"What did you expect was going to happen after you misbehaved to daddy, huh?" He asked ignoring your pleas. Your body cried out wanting him to be inside you. "You thought I was going to let this go?"

Once he was satisfied that you weren't going to squirm anymore he slipped a finger inside of you. You found yourself unable to verbally answer. You whined and shook your head.

"This is what is going to happen, baby. I am going to eat you out and then fuck you until you learn your lesson, understood?" He asked.

You felt Christian get on his knees behind you. The brief moment giving you a chance to gasp for air. His breath was felt between her legs. Christian used his years of experience on you. Excellent combinations of tongue flicks and mouth suction threw you into pure bliss. His finger working you into a frenzy. You bit your lip feeling yourself chasing your orgasm. He pulled away before you could finished.

"No," you whined loudly in frustration. The lack of completion leaving you wanting more. Christian loved to do this as punishment. He could edge you for a while before he needed to bury himself in you.

"You are lucky I was gone for so long. I can't wait as long," he whispered in your ear as he hovered over you. His hand wrapped around your hair. Hot tears fell down your cheeks in frustration. You nodded like while stuck in a babbling mess.

Christian stood back up and entered you with a swift thrust. His hands gripped your hips. Each thrust moved the desk back and forth. You moved with him wanting him to fill you completely.

"Oh, fuck, your name," he groaned. His once detailed thrusts now became sloppy. His animal instincts kicked in.

"Ch-christian, please," you begged.

One final thrust was it. Your moans echoed in the office. Your juices flowed over him as he finished inside of you. He pulled out and smiled seeing the mess between your legs. He sat in his office chair admiring the view before him.

"Maybe you can interrupt while I'm conducting business," he smiled and placed you on his lap. He buried his face in your hair and kissed softly.

[stargazerdaisy]

Watching Season 2, I feel more confident that Coulson knew Ward was going to escape and intentionally allowed it. I don't know that he wanted it, in a positive sense, like he was hoping Ward would. But I can't see how he wouldn't expect it. He knows exactly what Ward is capable of and he even warned the guards not to give Ward any chance to take them out.

In Season 1, when Coulson found out May was reporting on him and he thought she was a traitor, he locked her up in The Cage and put specialized handcuffs on her so she couldn't escape. But he lets Ward get into that van with only regular cuffs on and guards that certainly do not have the training and skills to contain a Specialist of Ward's caliber? If he didn't consciously know what the results would be, then he's absolutely idiotic and that speaks worse of his abilities and skills (and thus if he should be leading Shield, which is a whole different can of radioactive worms).

Plus, he gave Ward all of the motivation in the world to escape. Ward would no longer be able to see Skye, he was being taken to his sociopathic and abusive older brother - who himself was very motivated to hide/kill Ward, and Ward was told he was of no use to anyone. There was no advantage or benefit to remaining in custody. And Coulson had no affection for or loyalty to Christian. He was using Christian to get the heat off Shield and Grant just happened to be an effective bargaining chip in that.

I'm not going to assume Coulson's motivations, though I could speculate on them. But I think it's pretty reasonable to assume that Coulson did know Ward could and would escape and the director chose not to stop it.

[thesupreme316]

Can I make a request with the boys with a reader who is introverted and how the boys make them feel more comfortable (please add Daniel Garcia he’s my pookie🤭)

AEW STARS React To: Having An Introverted S/O

Pairings: Daniel Garcia x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Max Caster x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, MJF x Reader, Hook x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader

Word Count: 837

Supreme Speaks: otay sorry for being late but here is another post. also OVER 300 FOLLOWERS??? thank yall so much for the support and love yall show my posts💖 please remember that you are loved and appreciated!

Warnings: GIFS ARE NOT MINE, slightly proofread, fluffy as shit

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

Daniel Garcia (ya pookie):

Okay I am convinced that DG is an ambivert

Mans is both extroverted and introverted

So he understands when you need to wind down

Would constantly take you to your favorite places

I would also like to think that DG is that person who would drop everything for you if your battery dies or if you don’t feel well

Isiah: Danny, where are you go-

DG: My baby needs me, now move mushroom

Is perfectly fine with you being shy/introverted and doesn’t judge you at all

Hook:

As an introvert, he doesn’t give it any thought

He would find your introverted self adorable

I think to make you more comfortable, he would participate with you in various activities

Because of him being private, he won’t force you to do anything that you don’t want to

Keeps a list of many things you like to do

Doesn’t force you to speak or introduce yourself to others

Knows that you don’t have plans so if he needs to run errands; he’s dragging you with him

If anything he’s your security guard while you sit in the corner on your phone or reading

Ricky Starks:

OKAY LISTEN

We know how spectacular (and bold) this man is

But he is super understanding and caring

Know when he needs to tone it down so doesn’t overwhelm you

He will push you to speak to others but he wouldn’t want you to change

Ricky will try to help you find new comforts but is okay with just the two of you sitting at home and watching tv

To make you comfy, he’ll tease you with loving remarks, letting you know that he adores your introverted self

He’ll also talk for you if you want him to (cause Jesus that man can talk)

Eddie Kingston (ma husband):

LOOK

In my mind, Eddie is sensitive and can detect how people from first meeting them

So when he first meets you and sees how introverted you are, he immediately attaches himself to you and becomes your guard dog

He prefers to sit in corners anyway, so your introverted life is his speed

Hates to push “out of your comfort zone” but he will support you in whatever you do

Will ditch whoever to come and check on you; it doesn’t matter who they are

To make you comfortable, he will speak up for you (especially if you can’t say no to people)

Tbh, its like Rottweiler x Black Cat type of relationship

Christian Cage: (ma sugar daddy)

Teehee this man believes you are just adorable beyond relief

Doesn’t mind doing the majority of the talking when you two are together

I feel like he’ll introduce you to others and if you don’t show interest/or speak up, he is quick to leave with you in tow

To comfort you, he will tone down his extrovertness (? Idk if that’s a word) and make himself available for you to warm up to him

He doesn’t wanna scare you off

Christian will even let up on the teasing and “bullying” others just to make sure that you’re okay

But he will buy you gifts to let you know what he likes you

I feel like overall, the man is changing his himself and personality to adhere to you and your interest

Max Caster:

I will admit it (cause this is how I visualize it)

He initially fucks up

Max is so damn loud and hyper that he scares you off very quickly

After calming down, he apologizes to you and actually becomes close to you before asking you out

He tries to make you louder and (boldly) confident but is told repeatedly by Anthony and Billy that you prefer to be away from the spotlight and like to be quiet most of the time

From then on, Max tries his best to ensure that he’s not being too loud around you

To make you comfy, I can see him trying to make you laugh at any place or time (so he still doesn’t shut up)

Man is whipped for you and will do anything to make you feel comfortable

That includes taping his mouth shut

MJF:

Hehe this man

He will gladly be the mouthpiece of your relationship

Unlike other people, MJF will loudly announce that you guys would need to leave and not lie

“Okay you marks, you all with your repulsive faces and boring personalities are draining my lovely yet quiet significant other. So…we are leaving, peace bitches”

He’ll introduce you to others..but that’s it for fear that you’ll get overwhelmed

Like Ricky and Max, he can talk your ear off if it’s what you need

Or he’ll just sit down and watch TV with you like Hook

Since dating you, he’s calmed down with his arrogance and tries his best not to get angry

Around you….he’s still an asshole to everyone else

[kuroshitsuji-igurisshu]

G-fantasy April 2024

𖤐Hello everyone Kuronians𖤐

Today I would like to talk to you about this month's magazine where Yanuzza has brought this beautiful illustration on the cover. At first glance (even I thought so) it might seem like an uninteresting illustration, but if instead of looking at it we observe it, we can notice many interesting details.As I told you some time ago in the stories (IG), since the 15th anniversary the style of the illustrations has changed drastically so that there are two readings, which of course we also find here. On top of that, this illustration seems to be almost an anomaly considering that in 15 years, Yanuzza has never brought an illustration so "explicit" as to refer not only to the actual chapters but above all to the vibe of the work.

Starting by analysing Sebastian, we can see that his figure assumes a central role, in fact he is the first thing the eye rests on as he is the most imposing figure. Besides this motif, which already tells us a lot, it is interesting that he is not next to 'Ciel' but behind. He is not in a butler's position (butlers always stay a little behind their masters), rather he is anything but, as he is encompassing 'Ciel' to such an extent that the illustration becomes suffocating. Yanuzza has created a sort of private cage solely for 'Ciel' and, if you like, we can say that this pose of Sebastian's very much represents the figure of the guardian demon* (mind you, don't be fooled by the idyllic name) a figure actually present in Satanism.

The more I look at 'Ciel', the more I shiver at his tired posture. It is not simple tiredness, it is something deeper, like a stabbing pain in the chest that prevents you from breathing. This current state of his is intensified even more by the hunched position and, looking closely, you can see that although he is resting his chin on his little hand he occupies less space than expected, as if that tiredness (which personally seems more like depression to me) he does not want to show by withdrawing into himself, which he often does.Precisely for this reason, the other hand, the one holding the handle of the cup, is also very close to his body in an almost uncomfortable position, but one that allows him to 'shut himself in', especially because of the predominant figure of the demon invading his space.The space that Sebastian is occupying does not seem to be accidental, this because in proxemics it is called 'intimate space' a space that we only grant to a small circle of people (such as family) and yet, despite this, the demon hurls itself at him, enclosing him in a sort of prison emphasised by the arms that precisely encompass him, underlining once again the figure of the guardian demon. Moreover, the enclosed position of the human cub might also suggest fear or even discomfort at that inappropriate closeness.

In the first reading we can understand the peculiar as well as the obscure relationship between the two protagonists.

Among the most well-known meanings of the lily is that it represents purity and chastity, so much so that it is associated with the virgin Mary. As consistent as this may be (more or less, after all, kuro is not a Christian work), I do not think this is the main message Yanuzza wants to communicate to us. Besides that, the flower in question is often used in funerals, so much so that it has officially become Undertaker's flower. Speaking of the Undertaker... of Rich Black's illustration where the headless white horse token is seen, and considering that in this illustration Sebastian is not cutting the stem but the corolla, one would think that this could be the second warning for the Undertaker's imminent demise. After all, it was "Ciel" himself who revealed in the last chapter <this is the time for the revenge match> plus I'm pretty sure Seb is looking forward to clashing with the gravedigger considering what happened on the Campania.

Another very interesting element, in my opinion, is the scissors. Yanuzza could have drawn Seb with a knife being his favourite tool and yet, he drew a scissor. The latter, unlike the knife, has a different meaning: the knife kills; the scissors divides, separates. I wonder if this isn't a reference to the new season, to the fact that for the first time we had a clear separation with anime, so much so that you had to clarify the beginning of a new era by saying <the anime has nothing to do with me. My work, it's my manga> after all, the scissor puts an end to something, it breaks, and consequently creates a new order.

The most curious element is certainly the rose. I'll be honest, I haven't really understood what it is that he wants to communicate to us, also because I have the impression that in order to understand this element we need more information that we don't have at the moment.Having said that, the element of the red rose has always been more or less present in the work: in the cover of the manga there are brambles, Redmond seems to be the main bearer of this flower even if... a rather relevant character in my opinion could be Baron Kelvin, the very one who in the book of Circus revealed <the most beautiful roses are full of thorns> a phrase of ambiguous beauty that makes me think that he definitely knew more about Vincent. Maybe he'll come back to life? I'd love it, after all he was the only character who was entangled with the chaos of the cult and suspiciously was also an acquaintance of Vincent's.

This is not the first time that Yanuzza has included elements of Shakespeare in kuro, in fact, here I am attaching Shakespeare's poem entitled 'the fairest rose' where inside one can find some very interesting points that certainly refer to 'Ciel'. For the English poet, the rose is not just a flower, but a metaphor: the rose is always a rose, even if it should be called a table. So we are, and always will be, just ourselves, with all our strengths and faults. Perhaps with this sentence Yanuzza has tried to give importance to a child who has been neglected for far too long.

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[tomorrowusa]

You can tell a lot about people by the company they keep.

Kanye West (AKA: Ye) had been a frequent visitor to the Trump White House and to Mar-a-Lago. A couple of years ago Kanye had dinner with Trump and Nazi Nick Fuentes.

KanYe has been a Hitler fanboy for years. Additional evidence of his devotion to Der Führer was revealed this week in court in California. Apparently he has his own Christian school called Donda Academy – which he runs like a Nazi.

In a text message to the former employee, Trevor Phillips, Ye compared himself to Hitler — “minus the gas chambers” — and appeared to simulate masturbation during a one-on-one meeting in a Southern California hotel room where the musician watched “The Batman” on mute, according to the 47-page suit filed in Los Angeles Superior Court.  The suit accuses Ye, formerly known as Kanye West, of calling out Black people in a discriminatory manner and praising the Nazi leader, pushing employees to do renovations without permits and telling employees they could be fired for being "fat," the suit says. He temporarily stiffed workers after Adidas cut ties with the rapper over his antisemitic comments, when bank accounts at the rapper's clothing brand, Yeezy, had been frozen, the suit says.

Of course he's corrupt like his buddy Donald (source of the name "Donda"?).

Ye “gloated” to staff at Yeezy, his fashion brand, and Donda Academy, the rapper’s Los Angeles-area school, about using $2 million of the school’s budget for a trip to Paris, according to the suit.

You have to wonder about the sort of parents who would send their kids to a hellhole like Donda Academy. Thankfully, the "school" closed last year.

During a Sunday service at the school in May, in front of dozens of people, Ye angrily told Phillips he was fired over an apparent issue with a garden at the school, according to the suit. When a tearful Phillips told Ye that his daughter attended Donda and that he was grateful for the job because of a potentially serious medical condition, Ye allegedly responded with an expletive-laden “tantrum” in which the musician disparaged Phillips and his child, according to the suit. Ye then allegedly told Phillips: “I was going to punch you in the face.”

Trump stated that he want to be dictator on Day One and he hangs around with crazed Nazis. Don't say you haven't been warned.

[haha-mania]

Just Admit It

Fandom - WWE/WWF

Pairing - Lee!Edge x Ler!Christian

Warnings: This contains tickle content! If this type of thing isn’t your cup of tea then please continue to scroll. No need for hate.

Loud laughter filled the room as Christian playfully pinned his buddy to the ground and tickled him everywhere he could reach. “Come on Adam..just admit you love it!” Christian teased as he scribbled his fingers wildly over the fellow vampire’s sides. Edge had always been super ticklish and both Gangrel and Christian always took advantage of it. However, the fellow vamp didn’t really seem to mind the constant tickle attacks from his buddies. Edge actually enjoyed being tickled but nobody knew that fact except for the other Brood members.

“Yahahaha!! Christiahahahan!!” Edge cackled as the blonde haired vamp’s hands moved to his stomach. He wriggled and tried to pry off Christian’s hands but he had a good grip on him. “Tickle tiiickleee~” Cage whispered, his fingers reaching the lee’s neck. “AHAHAHA!! Christian nohohoho!!” Adam cried, scrunching his eyes shut in laughter. He shook his head back and forth as Christian’s hands switched from spot to spot, earning loud squeals and yelps from the fellow vampire. “Plehehehease!!”

“All you gotta do is admit you love this and I’ll stop! It’s that simple, Adam..” Cage replied. He removed himself from Edge’s upper body and proceeded to plonk himself on top of the vamp’s ankles. Adam’s eyes went wide as he realized what was coming. “Wait, Christian don’t- AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The vampire interrupted himself with a loud scream of laughter as he felt Christian’s fingers scribbling up and down his socked feet. “OOHHAHAHA NOHOHOHO NOT THERE!! PLEASE NOT THAHAHAHA!!”

The fellow Brood member chuckled hearing his buddy’s wild laughter. He continued for a few more minutes, enjoying Edge’s amusing sounds. “OKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! I LOVE IT I LOHOHOHOVE IT!!” The lee managed to get out through his intense cackles. Christian smiled and got up, finally letting Edge go.

Edge lay there on the floor, panting and trying to catch his breath. After getting himself together, Adam sat up, a huge grin glued to his face. “That was so fun, Christian..” he admitted, making the other smile proudly. “I knew you enjoyed it, Adam. You always like when me and Grel tickle you” the vamp teased, earning a playful slap on the arm from Edge. It was true though, Edge could never turn down a good tickle.

[merlincersei]

Merlin BBC UK TV Show - A Psychological Analysis Series Part 11

Season 2 Episode 9 - “ The Lady of the Lake”

Writing this post proved to be a challenge as I had to condense all my thoughts and ideas in a coherent manner without it being all over the place.

While providing a synopsis of the episode, I will be highlighting the subliminal themes portrayed here in CAPITAL LETTERS AS WELL AS MY ANALYSIS to cover every aspect of the episode.

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Merlin is introduced to the character of Freya, a Druid girl trapped in a bounty hunter's cage (RESTRICTION) belonging to a man named Halig.

Despite Gaius's warnings not to interfere and against a background of a stormy night (INTERNAL CONFLICT) Merlin openly uses magic (QUEERNESS) in-front of Freya to reassure her that he is there to help and frees her, before narrowly escaping Halig.

Merlin hides the girl in the catacombs (THE PLACE THE OVERWROUGHT SUBCONSCIOUS MIND BURIES ALL OF THE PROBLEMS AND SECRETS ) beneath Camelot (SOCIETY) and promises to look after her.

She asks Merlin why he saved her and he says it could have easily been him in the cage (BOTH MERLIN AND FREYA ARE MAGICAL CREATURES LIVING IN A SOCIETY THAT CONDEMNS THEM FOR WHO THEY ARE)

Halig goes to Uther and notifies him of Freya's escape with the help of an accomplice. Uther assigns a detachment of guards to capture them.

The next 30 minutes of the episode becomes the main core of my analysis.

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Merlin performing domestic duties for Arthur:

IN THE PATRIARCHIAL WORLD OF UTHER'S CAMELOT, MERLIN PERFORMS TASKS WHICH ARE CONSIDERED FEMININE.

MERLIN PREPARES AND SERVES ARTHUR FOOD.

MERLIN PREPARES ARTHUR'S BATH.

MERLIN CLEANS ARTHUR'S CLOTHES AND SHOES.

MERLIN FUSSES OVER ARTHURS WEIGHT AND APPEARANCE.

ALL WHICH HE DOES EVERYDAY FOR WHICH HE IS NEVER APPRECIATED OR THANKED.

SOUNDS LIKE A COMPLAINT A LOT OF WIVES HAVE.

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Arthur views Merlin as feminine and lacking masculine traits:

ARTHUR SEES MERLIN CARRYING A BLACK DRESS AND ASSUMES IT IS FOR MERLIN HIMSELF

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Merlin steals food from Arthur to give it to Freya:

FOOD AND SEX HAVE BEEN ASSOCIATED FROM ANTIQUITY.

EVEN MODERN STUDIES HAVE CONFIRMED THE STRONG CONNECTION BETWEEN SEX AND FOOD.

SOURCE: https://www.researchgate.net/figure/Correlations-between-sex-and-eating-variables_tbl1_290219210

JUDEO-CHRISTIANITY SEES GLUTTONY AND LUST AS INTERCHANGEABLE, BOTH SINS OF THE FLESH.

IN MEDIEVAL TIMES, AN UNFAITHFUL WIFE WAS OFTEN ACCUSED OF HIDING FOOD FROM HER HUSBAND ONLY TO GIVE IT TO HER LOVER (MAKING HER ADULTERY AN ECONOMIC PROBLEM AS WELL).

USING THE CONTEXT ABOVE, IT IS QUITE FUNNY TO SEE HOW MERLIN STEALS FLESH (MEAT) FROM ARTHUR TO GIVE IT TO FREYA.

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Freya reveals to Merlin that she is cursed:

HERE THE CURSE THAT FREYA IS TALKING ABOUT IS HER BEING A TRANSGENDER PERSON.

THERE ARE FEW BETTER SYMBOLS FOR SOMEONE GOING THROUGH THE PROCESS OF FEMALE-TO-MALE TRANSITION THAN THE HUMAN TO CREATURE TRANSFORMATION TROPE.

WHEN YOU ARE ON HRT TESTOSTERONE THERAPY, MOST PEOPLE BECOME HAIRIER AND STRONGER AND GAIN MUSCLE, WHICH IS VERY SIMILAR TO THE BASTET CREATURE TRANSFORMATION BY FREYA.

PLEASE NOTE, I AM NOT SAYING THAT TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE CURSED. I AM SIMPLY SAYING IT CAN FEEL LIKE A CURSE CONSIDERING THE BIGOTRY AND HATE TRANSGENDER PEOPLE FACE.

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Freya and Merlin profess their love for each other and kiss.

Against this background, Halig is narrowing in on Freya's hideout.

Freya decides to escape Camelot, believing that Merlin is better off without her. She is then confronted by Arthur, Halig and a group of knights.

Arthur manages to badly wound Freya in her Bastet form before being distracted by a gargoyle which was toppled by Merlin.( IT IS A REAL COINCIDENCE THAT ARTHUR ATTACKS FREYA WHO HAD KISSED MERLIN A FEW MOMENTS AGO, SIMILARLY TO HOW ARTHUR WOULD ATTACK LANCELOT FOR KISSING GWEN IN SEASON 4 EPISODE 9)

Merlin runs after Freya to find her mortally wounded. (IT IS THE OBJECT OF MERLIN’S HOMOSEXUAL DESIRES (ARTHUR) WHO KILLS THE OBJECT OF HIS HETEROSEXUAL DESIRE (FREYA) )

A heartbroken Merlin places her body on a boat and uses his magic to give her a traditional funeral by the lake. (I THOUGHT IT WAS VERY POIGNANT IN HINDSIGHT BECAUSE ONCE FREYA DIES AND BECOMES LADY OF THE LAKE THESE TWO NEVER SHARE A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP AGAIN. SHE IS LITERALLY SUBMERGED INTO THE LAKE WHICH IS A METPHAPHOR FOR MERLIN’S CONCIOUSNESS. LOCKED AWAY FOREVER)

Back at Camelot, Arthur aware that Merlin is upset helps cheer him up before delegating him more tasks. (MERLIN'S HOMOSEXUALITY HAS FINALLY WON OUT AND HE HAS ACCEPTED HIS DESTINY I.E ARTHUR ROFLMAO. PRIOR TO THIS EPISODE MERLIN DID SHOW HINTS OF ATTRACTION TOWARDS THE OPPOSITE SEX. THIS IS EVIDENCED BY HIM ADMIRING MORGANA IN SEASON 1 EPISODE 1 AND NIMUEH IN SEASON 1 EPISODE 4. HOWEVER FROM THIS EPISODE ON, MERLIN SHOWS NO ATTRACTION TO ANY FEMALE CHARACTER WHAT SO EVER. THIS IS EXPRESSED EXPLICITLY IN SEASON 4 EPISODE 8 WHERE THE LAMIA SEEMS TO BE ABLE TO ENCHANT ALL THE MEN EXCEPT MERLIN. GWEN EVEN ASKS WHY EVERY MAN EXCEPT MERLIN HAS BEEN ENCHANTED.)

I TRULY ENJOYED THIS EPISODE AS IT IS RIFE WITH SYMBOLISM FOR ME TO PICK APART AND ANALYZE !

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ HOW IT BEGAN (christian cage x fem!copeland reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: christian cage x fem!copeland reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

Hi honey! I absolutely loved the Christian imagine! Anyway I can request a branching off of that? Could I request a Christian x Female Copeland!Reader headcannon about his and the reader’s relationship from the time they met to maybe present day of him being in AEW?

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you heard about jay before you first met him.

you were a few years younger than adam, not by much, but enough that your older brother made it his mission to annoy the living daylights out of you daily. you were convinced he used his friends to do this.

you knew of jay via adam visiting his friends houses — right from when you were young up until your early teens. adam would not shut up about the man, and by the time the two of you finally met, you were fed up of hearing the name.

when you finally met him, you thought he was just as annoying as your older brother. you’d quite literally hide in your room to avoid the duo whenever they were hanging out at your house.

sometimes, jay would stay over for dinner, and your mother would all but force you to talk to the man. adam always enjoyed how uncomfortable these dinners made you, and would do everything in his power to wind you up beyond compare.

you got used to his presence around the house: always playing video games with adam or practicing their skills in the backyard. in many ways, jay became like an older brother of your own.

this was solidified two weeks before adam and jay graduated from your school. you were waiting for your friend to pick you up when a bunch of girls you had been having trouble with cornered you.

just before they could reduce you to tears, jay appeared. he was quite favourable amongst the younger classes, so the second he came to your rescue, the girls backed off.

he took you home instead, telling you it wasn’t worth going out with your friend in that state.

you missed him when he left.

of course, you missed adam more than anything: your brothers presence was annoying, but without him the silence felt lonely.

dinners with your mom weren’t the same without adam and jay there.

when adam called to tell you he was finally getting his wwf debut, you and your mom travelled from canada to go and support him.

jay was there too, of course, sitting backstage cheering on his best friend for making it — but he had grown up a lot.

his hair was even longer now, and he had grown a lot physically. you were pretty sure he could snap you in half if he wanted to, and you’d honestly welcome it (not that you’d ever tell your brother that).

when jay saw you, his entire face lit up and he rushed across the backstage area to spin you around.

“you’re old.” he commented, referring to your age.

“you’re huge.” you couldn’t resist responding, not bothering to hide how you ogled his muscles.

jay wouldn’t tell you then, but he blushed.

you visited a lot more in the months that followed, travelling to see your brother wrestle, and jay was always there — and you couldn’t help yourself in staring.

not too long after adam’s debut, you started training yourself, having been inspired by your brother. this was the spur that jay needed to get close to you.

when jay debuted himself, under the ring name christian cage, the year after your brother, you made it your mission to be front and centre for every early match.

when he wasn’t training for himself, he was helping you train and spar in the training centre.

it was just before your own debut that the dynamic between the two of you changed.

you had been told their plans to debut you soon, a natural heel following in your older brother’s footsteps, and jay was determined to help you look good on your debut.

your sparring matches increased tenfold, and who could blame you if in the middle of all the sweat and exertion, body on body, you started to want a little more?

your first kiss wasn’t the romantic story everyone expected: it was reckless and downright filthy.

after executing a move that had you cornered against the ropes during one of your many training sessions, jay had moved to pull you up, but unexpectedly crashed his lips against yours.

one hot and heavy makeout session against the ring later, and the two of you tried something. it took time to adjust to the new dynamic, but once you were used to it, you allowed yourself to fall for him quickly.

when you debuted, he was there holding your hand (secretly) the entire time backstage. he gave you hugs and kisses and told you how proud he was of you.

the wwe universe caught glimpses of you two together, and there was many a question about the nature of your relationship. so much so — adam actually questioned you on it.

you panicked and lied to him, saying you were just friends.

it didn’t take long for the truth to come out, adam having barged into your hotel room one day that you left the door unlocked to find you and jay very much making out on the bed.

he didn’t know how to react — he avoided you for a while.

he wasn’t even upset the two of you were dating, he was more hurt that you didn’t think you could tell him.

eventually, everything fell in place and the three of you became an iconic stable in the industry.

you were successful in your own solo career too.

jay proposed to you after you won the women’s championship.

you both fought over who got adam as a bridesmaid/groomsman.

when jay was on one of his many mini retirements, still unlikely to wrestle whilst being considered a concussion risk, he still came to shows with you.

you hadn’t told him your own plans for retirement, nor your reasons why.

the fans, and jay alike were confused why your name wasn’t on the summer slam roster when you were such a star in the wwe universe. they thought maybe you were injured, and some even went as far as blaming management for keeping you out the show.

jay couldn’t understand why he had to come along if you weren’t wrestling, but he followed to appease you.

imagine everyone’s surprise when you came out for a promo mid show — even more so when you announced your immediate break from wrestling.

truthfully, you were ready for new adventures, and you had the biggest one ahead of you.

just like it had all begun, in a wrestling ring, you announced to both jay and the world that you were expecting a baby.

jay cried, he ran straight into the ring to hug you to cheers and celebratory songs from the crowd.

the wwe universe was sad to see you go, but you took up a job commentating for them instead.

your son was everything to you, and he was jay’s best friend.

adam cried more than anyone when he met his nephew, which, of course, jay laughed at him for, before proceeding to cry with him.

when jay returned for one last royal rumble, you sobbed quite a bit. he wouldn’t know, you did most of the crying backstage standing with beth, but seeing him and your brother reunite in the ring? it really got to you.

he wasn’t sure when aew wanted him on board. it took a few weeks of discussion, mainly in which he questioned his own abilities, specifically with his age. you had to spend a while reminding him how physically fit he was, and building him up as much as you could.

you continued commentating for wwe whilst you observed jay in aew: he was truly having the time of his life back in the ring and you loved every second watching him.

having him back on the road travelling again was weird, but he always made sure to facetime you and your son whilst touring.

when he did return home from touring each week, he wouldn’t let you do anything. he’d cook, he’d clean, he’d give you massages — that night was all about you.

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