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[ambreignsfan4life]

100 Days of Becky Lynch

22/100

[indeedgoodman]

[forsworned]

⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋsexy stretching ft. johnny 'soap' mactavishˎˊ˗

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ not my normal content but i told u guys i'd be doing whatever tf i want on this blog now, no longer putting limitations on what i feel like writing. enjoy for any fans of soap :) (edit: i went back and used a eng to scot slang traslator to make it a bit more accurate lmfaooo, so i hope that kinda helps)

꒰warning(s)heavily suggestive꒱

Trips to the gym on your days off were routine and habitual, nobody to join your sessions which was your own doing. It felt distracting to have a gym partner. if you needed to be spotted, you'd just ask the nearest soldier. Simple. No fuss, no muss. This time, however, Soap had decided that he wanted to yoke in on your excursion to the facility. 

"C'mon, ye never lemme join." He whined, as he paced behind you trying to match up to your quick stride. Always in a hurry, always with purpose.

You exhaled softly through your nostrils as you peered over at his sheepish grin and stopped in front of him. He looked absolutely mouth-watering in his white compression short sleeve tee that carved into every muscle of his body and hugged his delicious arms, his dark grey 5in shorts clung to his slutty waist that he paired with a matching set of compression shorts that peaked underneath. "I never let anyone join me."

"Sae, lemme be th' first." He beamed, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder. You could only roll your eyes as you silently agreed and he could honestly jump for joy at this point. There was no use in telling declining him because he wouldn't shut up about it until you did anyways. It wasn't that you couldn't say no to him, but something about the way he would flash you that cute grin, thick dark lashes that framed his cerulean eyes that didn't allow room for a 'no' from you. Some part of you felt like Johnny knew that. Using his charm and witty, suggestive comments to win you over. It wasn't hard, like, at all.

You dropped your duffel bag with an unceremious thud and began your stretches, Soap mimicking your every move. Another huff left your lips.

His dimples deepened as he chuckled. "What? We're s’pose t’be partners."

"Alright, jeez..." You ran a hand through your hair as you grabbed a mat and set it on the ground. "Make yourself useful and help me stretch my legs out then."

He eagerly agreed as he sat on the opposite side of you to begin your high kicker's stretch, spreading your legs in a 90 degree angle with your feet pressing against his. You quirked a brow at him with amusement at his less than 90 degree angle leg spread. "Is that as far as you can go?"

He scoffed. "Listen, ‘m not flexible lik' ye. Ye'r a lass."

"That's sexist."

"That's basic anatomy."

You gave him a wicked grin before using your foot to extend his stretch, which earned a very satisfying yelp from him. "Get flexible, Sergeant."

Regardless of the dirty look he shot you, he offered out both of his hands to begin your portion of the stretch and if you hadn't been so damn limber it would've definitely cost you some PT time.

"Damn, [name], y’r flexible as hell." Surprise and admiration in his tone as he reclined your form to the fullest extent. The tip of your nose reaching the mat. He felt like he was simulating a slinky. 

"I know." You rise up from your position as he relinquishes you to switch. "Your turn." You gave him the most sinister, spine-shudder inducing grin before clasping onto his hands and extending him beyond his own limits. His breath caught in his throat for a moment preparing himself for the most asshole-tearing, toe curling stretch of his life. He couldn't even make out a word. Just a single droplet of sweat hitting the mat that had sent you into a fit of laughter.

"…jesus pumpin' christ…[name]. I think ye might've torn me a new arsehole." He groaned, as he started to feel the burn.

"Well, these are the consequences of being my gym partner. Gotta get you right." A smug expression on your face as you observed sweat forming on the base of his neck, soaking the neckline of his Under Armor compression tee. 

He chuckled. "Dinnae git a' sly wi' me, [last name]."

"Or what? You're in quite a compromising position, Johnny." You emphasized his nickname in a taunting manner that made the grin on his face spread. 

"I'll show y’ a compromising position." He muttered under his breath.

"Say again?" 

He mumbled a 'nothin' that you mentally noted but didn't argue with. You were merciful enough to slowly let him out of the painful position you placed him in and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. You surveyed him behind your hydroflask as he reached for his hand towel and patted himself down. "Breakin' a sweat, already?"

He flashed you a mischevious grin. "You're gonnae sloch yer words, Sergeant."

You simply ignored his remark as you laid your back against the mat, his strong hands gently grasping at your ankle was only a ruse in comparison to the painstakingly slow, burning stretch that he was inflicting on you. It illicited a small yet entirely involuntarily breathy moan that passed your parted glossed lips with brows that furrowed in an almost all too lewd manner. He hadn't noticed that his crotch was positioned right at your middle and you felt his hardness press up against you. Tension seemed like it saturated the gym air even through the heavily ventaliation. You couldn't help but feel flustered as warmth spread not only to your cheeks but to your groin. As you attempted to sit up from your position, Johnny held you still. "Hips down, Sergeant."

Body rigid and eyes wide as he proudly knelt over you, towering over your form. Primal instincts were nearly about to take over as he admired the way you were beginning to break a sweat. His hands firm on your ankle as he shifted his bodyweight onto you once more, a small huff leaving your mouth not going unnoticed by his curious gaze. He peeked at you under heavy, dark lashes as he keenly observed the way your body shuddered, now convulsing against the mat and his pressed form. Paltry, muffled  whines stumbled out of your mouth completely against your will as he stretched your leg past its original limit. He was practically splitting in you half as he urged his half-chub against your clothed sex. It wasn't difficult to note through the thin cloth of your leggings.

"Tha���s a deep stretch, lassie. Ye sure ye kin handle it?" His Scottish accent was sexy and breathy as if he was in you, stretching your walls. The question didn't feel like it was concerning the calf stretch anymore. 

One too many shaky exhales and a few more drops of sweat later, you could finally muster a, 'yes'. A shit-eating grin spread across his lips and you could only curse him in your mind. No, no, not under your breath. You were now in the compromising position that he was muttering about just a few moments ago. You could curse yourself for allowing him to tag along with you.  Damn him. 

He unwillingly tore his gaze from you for a moment when the realization of you two being out in public dawned upon him, but as he scouted the area it was minimal and still. Only a few soldiers were on the floor, completely zoned in on their own workouts and spread far away from you two. Far enough from any prying eyes and his hungry expression went right back to you, eyeing you like you were mere prey. "Jus’ tell me when." He murmured, elongating your leg even further down and you could look at him with scrutinized eyes as another whine passed and a shudder went up your body. Johnny loved the way you gazed up at him. Lips agape as you struggled for breath, drool slighting the corner of your lips, knowing that at any moment you said anything but, 'yes, sir', or 'no, sir' would end up with nothing but torturous pain. 

But you liked that. You liked, loved even, the way he pushed all your buttons without fail. Helpless and bashful under him. An unsteady breath left his lips as he focused on you and the way your body contorted so sapidly for him.

So, so dirty. He thought to himself. His eyes studying the way you swallowed hard. He wanted to taunt you even more, but Johnny decided to be clement as he relinquished you slowly allowing you to breathe again. You drew a large, labored breath as you sat up not able to look his way as he chuckled at you. 

"You're an asshole." You hissed, as you took a large swig of your drink nearly feeling like you were going to choke from how fast your heart was beating.

"'n' ye liked it." He raised his brows at you, imitating your gesture and taking a sip of his own drink. You averted your gaze, feeling your cheeks warm as he chuckled at your embarrassment. Johnny absolutely adored teasing you, and you welcomed it. 

[sentientcave]

Fuck-ass Mohawk

Contains: Alcohol, smoking (cigarettes and cannabis), Soap being Soap, Ghost being Ghost, uninvited touching, tall fem reader

Short little thing about Johnny liking it a bit when you're a bitch to him (And Ghost likes it too)

868 Words ~ MDNI

You’d rather stay home and play board games, but Laurie had convinced everyone that it was a good night for clubbing. You hated clubs— The noise, the crowds, the smell of sweat and alcohol and hormones— and spent the better part of club nights standing outside chain-smoking, or crammed into a dirty bathroom stall holding back a friend’s hair as she threw up blue curacao because she didn’t listen to you when you told her to eat dinner before going out. Tonight didn’t look like it was going to end up with anyone puking their guts up, at least. Laurie’s flirting with a gorgeous hunk with a devastating smile, and Alex and Hannah are dancing, so you go out the side door into the alley for some fresh air. Or air, anyway, since the alley’s where folks go to smoke. You light a joint, because at least that will dull the effect that the sound is having on your head. It’s getting close to midnight, which at least means the night is almost over, so long as someone doesn’t drag you along to some weirdo’s house. “Hey, wha’s a bonnie thing like ye doin’ out here all alone?” A voice purrs in your ear. You jump, surprised that he could get so close with out you noticing him, especially once you turn and really look at him. He’s huge, not that tall, probably your height when you’re not wearing boots (You have about an inch and a half on him in your shit-kickers), but broad and way more muscled than anyone has any reason to be, wrapped in a too-tight shirt, and smiling at you, bright blue eyes fixed on yours with unnerving intensity. He pats your shoulder. “Didnae mean to scare ye, lass, just wanted to say hello.” You take a big step to the side, establishing a new bubble of personal space without him in it. “Well, hello,” you say dismissively. “Goodbye.” There’s a snort from a few meters away, a big fellow with a kn95 mask dangling on one ear, his hand up in front of his face, a cigarette clamped between his fingers. “Och, dinnae be like tha’, hen.” “Don’t like it?” you ask, glaring at him. “Go away. Plenty of girls in there’ll go for whatever all this is.” A sweeping, unimpressed glance from his boots and ripped jeans up to his stupid mohawk would usually do the trick, but it only made this fellow smile wider. “No’ enough fer ya? I can sweeten tha deal some. The big fella doesnae mind sharin’ a sweet lass with me noo and again. There’s plenty of ye ta go around.” “Johnny,” the big fellow in question says sternly. His mask is back in place, covering the lower half of his face. “Dun’t look like she’s interested.”

“Tha’s where you’re wrong, LT. She just doesna want to admit it. Hen’s got pride. Wants to make me work for it, right lass?” He winks at you. “No. Don’t like your fuck-ass mohawk.” You puff on your joint, keeping your face still while he splutters, indignant. “Fuck-ass mohawk?” he asks. “What do ye mean by tha’?” “I mean it looks like you have a contentious relationship with your father,” you say. Maybe you’re being a bit mean, but it’s always fun to take a cocky fucker down a peg or two. “I don’t fuck with men with daddy issues. Most of ‘em are cops or military lads.” The big guy— LT?— laughs aloud at that while Johnny’s still looking at you with his mouth hanging open. The side door opens, and your friends pile out, Laurie arm in arm with her hunk, and Hannah and Alex clinging to handsome fellows of their own. “There you are,” Laurie says. “We’re going back to Hannah’s. Are you coming?” “Uh. I guess.” Laurie beams at you, and looks up at her hunk. “Kyle, do you need to find your friends?” “Nah. These lads right here.” He gestures at Johnny and LT. with a grin. “Knew Ghost would be out here, and Soap’s always followin’ him around like the big puppy he is.” “Ah’m no’!” You fall into step at the rear of the group. You’ll probably head home rather than join them, but Hannah’s flat is on the way to your own. Johnny and his handler flank you, matching your stride when you slow down or speed up. Annoying. “So what, is the big guy your replacement daddy?” you ask. “Wha— No!” Johnny says hotly. “He’s just my lieutenant.” “Could be your daddy, if you like,” Ghost says, putting a heavy hand on the back of your neck. “Got a thing for caustic little cunts.” “Oh fuck off,” you say, trying to shove his hand off. His grip squeezes a little tighter, and you try to ignore the way that core clenches around nothing. You channel the heat into anger, and dig your nails into his wrist hard. “Don’t fucking touch me.” He grunts, but doesn’t seem all that affected by your claws. “Look at you, ‘issin’ and spittin’ like a puffed up alley cat. S’cute. But save it for later, eh? Don’t want you to tire yourself out too early.”

[zinogirl]

What if, and here me out here, okay?

What if there's this girl, and she's real fat, right? like she's a big lass, and she's got a gut that's this droopy sphere of the softest softness you've ever felt in your life, and hips that could check you into the next city over, right? And here's the kicker; she's super gassy, like she just can't keep em in. She's just belting out burps constantly.

[captainswhore]

oh dear god i'm thinking about ghoap!

where simon has nightmares?

and they come frequently. he always tries sleeping in his own bed at first, but ends up moving into johnnys room halfway through the night so he isn't sleeping alone. they wake up tangled in eachother so often and they try not to comment on it or talk about it- johnny says something like "it's alright LT, just how we moved while we were sleepin- no need to be stiff and awkward" after the first time it happened and it was never brought up again.

until johnny gets a soft lil birdie all for himself- and the first night she stays over at johnny and simons off base apartment? simon doesn't know what to do with himself. loses so much sleep because he can't cuddle johnny after hearing his headboard bump the wall for a while, and hear animalistic grunts and gasps from mere hours ago. snaps at johnny and his girlfriend and is convinced that he should just move out or deal with them himself.

but he gets a bad one.

a really really, REALLY bad nightmare where he's back on the battlefield and he watches gaz get gutted, price shot down point blank, and he wakes up almost screaming after watching johnny get pushed to his knees and beaten bloody before a handgun is pointed right between his eyes.

he wakes up to go to johnnys room- to make sure he's still alive- and you aren't there. johnnys sleeping alone. johnny kind of rouses when he feels ghost slip in beside him on the bed, but really just scooches farther toward the other end so simon can just mold himself to the scots back.

only the kicker is you weren't really out of the apartment- just grabbing a water and answering a call that you got in the middle of the night from a drunk friend who needed someone to talk to while she was waiting for her uber.

simon's almost all the way asleep when he hears and feels you pull back the covers and climb into bed. makes eye contact with you, half hidden behind johnny, while you smile at him and pat his hand (which is wound around johnnys stomach), and roll onto your side- as far away from them as you can manage- to give simon the space to sleep. you roll over after a few minutes, facing them, to find simons eyes still on you. you whisper out "i can move to the couch if you need? i really don't mind, take all the time you need" but before you can move, johnnys got a hand up under your sleep shirt, hand splayed across your back, and is pulling you toward him, mumbling something you can't understand in his native tongue before coming out with "nah, yer gonna stay right here, wit' me... si's got a nasty habit o' stealin' ma blankets anyways, need my bonnie lass keepin me warm"

he hooks a leg in between yours and curls his leg around your calf, his hand is still on your bare skin under your shirt, and you end up giggling while simon just sighs before settling in to sleep.

you all wake up the next morning and you're in the middle, johnnys arms are wrapped around your back so your tits are pressed to his chest, and you can feel his hot breath against the top of your scalp.

simons arms are wrapped around your hips, and his legs are entangled with yours- and WOW- johnny wasn't kidding about simon stealing the blankets. your lower half, with Simons hard on pressing into you, is steaming hot, but your top half, wrapped around johnny, is toasty warm. just the perfect temp. your wriggling is what wakes them both up.

[south-of-heaven]

hii bestieee it’s me again! could you maybe write about becky and the X reader first meeting each other at NXT where the X reader just gotten finished her match and she headed to the locker room overhearing sasha banks basically picking on becky and telling her who the boss was around here and the X reader stands up for becky!

Enough || Becky Lynch x Reader

Summary: You can't just stand by and watch as Sasha targets Becky, trying to assert dominance.

A/N: My heart is doing backflips in my chest I think?

You had just finished your match and were making your way back to the locker room, still catching your breath from the intense bout. As you turned the corner, you saw Becky Lynch standing there, looking visibly upset. Sasha Banks was standing in front of her, taunting and trying to assert her dominance.

Not knowing Becky well, but recognizing the unfairness of the situation, you couldn't just walk past and let Sasha continue her bullying. Without hesitation, you stepped forward, a determined expression on your face.

"Oi! Sasha, that's enough," you said shout from across the room, your tone leaving no room for argument.

Sasha turned her attention to you, her confidence waning when she saw the assertive stance you had taken. "What's it to you?" she challenged, but you weren't fazed.

"Just fuck off will ya? What are you getting out of picking on one of the new girls, hm?," you replied, crossing your arms.

Becky looked at you with surprise and gratitude, appreciating your willingness to step in and defend her.

Sasha huffed, clearly not used to being called out in such a manner. "Whatever, it's not worth my time," she muttered, walking away with a defeated expression.

As she left, you turned to Becky with a smile, wanting to make sure she was okay. "You alright?" you asked, your concern evident.

Becky nodded, still a bit shaken but grateful for your intervention. "Yeah, thanks to you. I don't know why she keeps targeting me like that."

You shrugged, trying to downplay your actions. "Don't worry about it. She knows you're good and it scares her, she's just trying to scare you back. But I'm not one to let that slide."

Becky grinned, impressed by your strength and kindness. "Well, thanks again. You really didn't have to do that."

You gave her a warm smile. "Hey, we're all in this together. We're a team here in NXT, and I've got your back."

As the weeks went by, you and Becky began to grow closer, bonding over your shared experiences in NXT and supporting each other through the ups and downs of the wrestling world. Your act of defending her had formed a strong bond between you, and soon, you became inseparable friends, always looking out for each other.

With your support, Becky continued to rise in NXT, eventually becoming one of its brightest stars. And you were right there beside her, cheering her on every step of the way. Your friendship blossomed into something beautiful, and you both knew that you could count on each other, not just in the ring but in life as well.

As time passed, you and Becky's relationship deepened even further, and it wasn't long before you realized that your feelings for her had evolved beyond just friendship. But you were hesitant to act on those emotions, fearing that it could jeopardize the strong bond you had formed.

Yet, as you watched Becky shine in the ring, her determination and passion igniting a fire within you, you couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, taking a chance on love with her would be worth it.

And so, with each passing day, you found yourself falling even harder for the fiery Irish Lass Kicker, and you knew that no matter what the future held, you were grateful for the day you stood up for her and found a friendship that would stand the test of time.

[kmarie-experience21]

The Fourhorsewomen of WWE

This is so random but I needed to tell someone lol. Each fourhorsewomen has had a huge impact on wwe women’s division and the evolution of women’s wrestling in general. Some could say they were the front runners other could that Paige, AJ Lee, Trish, Lita were the ones who started it and paved the way but the fourhorsewomen achieved what those named individuals did not and that’s bring full attention to women’s wrestling in wwe and elevated to new heights. As someone who is still young only 20 and been watching wwe since I was a kid not just current things but dvds of old matches etc I could say that I have never actually been interested in watching women’s wrestling sure I had my favs but I was never fully intrigued until the fourhorsewomen who careers and legacy within the wwe will forever be intertwined.

Bayley: Bayley's legacy is characterized by her ability to connect with fans through her unique character work. She demonstrated that a compelling character arc can be as influential as in-ring skills, leaving a lasting impact on how women's wrestling is presented.Bayley's versatility shines as both a face and a heel. As a face, her lovable and relatable persona resonates with fans, emphasizing themes of friendship and perseverance. As a heel, Bayley's transformation showcases her ability to manipulate and break away from her wholesome image, adding depth to her character and creating compelling storylines. Bayley's impact lies in her adaptability, successfully portraying diverse roles and keeping her character fresh and engaging.

Sasha banks: Sasha's legacy is likely to be centered around her contributions to pushing boundaries in women's wrestling. Her innovative in-ring style, coupled with her impactful storylines, has helped pave the way for increased opportunities and recognition for women in the industry.Sasha Banks as a heel brings a captivating edge to her character. Her ruthless and cunning demeanor, combined with her in-ring prowess, makes her a compelling antagonist. Heel Sasha disrupts the status quo, adding unpredictability and excitement to storylines. You either love her as the bad guy or you love to hate her cause she’s one of the best heels. Her impact lies in creating intense rivalries, elevating the overall narrative of the women's division.

charlotte flair: Charlotte's legacy will likely be defined by her unprecedented championship success, athleticism, and the role she played in elevating the women's division to new heights. She has set a standard for excellence and showcased the potential for women to headline major events.Charlotte Flair as a heel (villain) leans into her legacy as Ric Flair's daughter. As a dominant and entitled character, Heel Charlotte is adept at garnering heat from the audience. Her impact is evident in her ability to generate strong reactions, contributing to the storytelling dynamics within the women's division.

Becky lynch: Becky's legacy will likely be marked by her trailblazing journey from an underdog to "The Man." Her resilience, charisma, and ability to connect with the audience have not only elevated her career but have also inspired future generations of female wrestlers to pursue their dreams fearlessly.Becky is characterized by her resilience and charisma. Her ability to connect with the audience on a personal level, coupled with her never-give-up attitude, has made her a fan favorite and a driving force in the women's division.Becky Lynch as a face (good guy) is characterized by her resilience, relatability, and the ability to rally fan support. The "Lass Kicker" persona resonates with audiences, showcasing her as a tenacious underdog. Face Becky's impact is seen in her ability to inspire and connect emotionally with fans. When she “attempted” to turn heel her rebellious attitude only made the fans love her more turning her into a beloved figure in the wrestling world.

the fourhorsewomen could be compared to specific male wwe superstars. In other words counterparts.

Sasha Banks as Eddie Guerrero: Drawing comparisons to Eddie Guerrero suggests Sasha's versatility, charisma, and the ability to deliver memorable performances. And her heel work despite being the bad guy makes her a fan favorite and gets people on her side. Charlotte Flair as Ric Flair: Charlotte, being Ric Flair's daughter, naturally carries elements of his flamboyant and championship-driven persona. Her athleticism and championship success reflect the legacy of her Hall of Fame father.

Becky lynch as Stone Cold: Likening Becky to Stone Cold Steve Austin emphasizes her rebellious and anti-establishment character, as well as her ability to connect with the audience on a visceral level.

Bayley: This one could be up for debate I’ve seen her be compared to John cena which honestly I think I would say Bianca Belair is more like the John cena of the women’s division anyway. For Bayley i say Shawn Michaels, Bayley's comparison to Shawn Michaels may highlight her storytelling ability, in-ring skills, and the capacity to engage fans emotionally, similar to Michaels' impact on the male wrestling landscape.

Now on too the complex relationship/rivalry/partnership of the Fourhorsewomen. This would be a lot so imma just mention two which are considered two of the best women’s rivalry in history. But I will say this the fourhorsewomen can be considered a dysfunctional group of sisters whom all want to be the best and make a name for themselves even if that means having to knock down each other with any means necessary.

Sasha Banks & Bayley: From Nxt to the main roster they went from friends or potential friends to enemies to best friends to enemies. Their chemistry and in ring storytelling is one of the best I have ever seen. Not to mention the amount of history they have made alongside each other. They are truly wrestling soulmates. This is how I would explain this story 2 wrestlers who were similar and started around the same time with Bayley staying true to who they were and the other (Sasha) having to change to find success and the resentment one had for the other leading to many classic matches in the Sasha Bayley saga. Sasha and Bayley relationship can be described as to sisters with one goal to be the best, despite the history they have made together the spotlight isn’t always big enough for two. From classic heel vs face to becoming besties to the betrayals than women tag champs to double champs to betrayal again. A complex long term storytelling that will go down in history as one of the best. Ps: I still want my Sasha vs bayley at wrestlemania to end the saga).

Charlotte & Becky Lynch: there is no doubt that their off screen heat contributed to their on screen rivalry. From enemies to best friends on the main roster Becky and Charlotte gave us many matches the most memorable and best one in my opinion being their last woman standing match at evolution. As best friends you can tell that Charlotte cared more about her own success then anything including her friendship with Becky. As Becky said, she would always say she wanted me to do good but never wanted me to do better than her, to paraphrase. At some point Becky had to make a choice and she chose her Self wanting to get out of the shadow of her friend Charlotte. When she attacked Charlotte at summer slam (heel attempt) it catapulted her career making her one of the biggest faces in wwe. Becky from going from underdog to a rebellious force challenged flair in a way she wasn’t expecting it and would eventually lead to them making history in the first ever wrestlemania women main event in history. This rivalry would continue for years with many hoping that one day they would reconcile.

These four have truly elevated storytelling, in ring psychology and so much more with one another. Sure some may like one more than others and one or two may have more flaws and things we dislike about them having to do with character growth lol cough cough Charlotte. There is no doubt though that their success are intertwined. Even if I think two are more overlooked then the other two (I will forever be salty about that) no one can doubt the history and contributions to women’s wrestling(some more than others lol) they have made not just in wwe but specifically for Sasha banks outside of wwe that I haven’t even mentioned but we all know. I feel with time and care in the storytelling if Sasha banks was to ever return the storied history of the fourhorsewomen can culminate in a fatal four way at wrestlemania which is long overdue but with the successes they have achieved throughout their careers and their character evolutions will add to more depth to the story.

Memorable quotes

It’s not a story, it’s destiny” -Bayley (2024) (Wins Royal rumble for first time in her career to main event wrestlemania for first time in her career joining the other three horsewoman with that accolade) hopefully!!! She better main event I’m not playing

“I am Sasha banks and my name is bigger than your title” -Sasha Banks (2020)

(Beats bayley in hell in a cell ending bayley historic 380 day reign and winning her first smackdown women’s title)

“There is no man without the Queen” -Charlotte (2019) 

(Charlotte went on to face Becky 2 belts at money in the bank beating Becky for smackdown women title)

“No one is taking my dream away from me.. the one thing that I don’t have anymore, doubt.” - Becky Lynch (2019)

(Becky went to main event wrestlemania in triple threat making history by winning a winner take all for the raw and smackdown women's championship)

[notkirstinetheartist]

Artistic Growth & How “Beauty” Pertains to Plot

The portrait of Mellan on the left is from some time ago while the other is from just a couple months back. Here’s the kicker: they take place at the same time in her story.

So, why does she look different?

I chalk that up to a combination of two things. The first being artistic skill. Over the past few months I’ve simply gotten better at drawing a wider variety of faces, and so the Mellan I’ve been wanting to portray has gotten easier for me to do so. Just take a look at these sunshine lasses!:

The other is that a good chunk of my portraits of Mellan are meant to be viewed from a very particular perspective: that of a love interest. In her story, Mellan is described by others to be an unnerving presence, and that somethings seems off about her.

The truth is, Mellan is unhinged, and that only comes more and more to the forefront as her story goes on.

But do you necessarily see those sorts of things in the person you love? Unblinking stares become bright and pretty when you put on rose-colored glasses.

I wanted to find a way to translate both seeing someone’s internal thoughts and not judging them (and thus pulling their positive feelings to the forefront, even placing our societies standards on top to artistically express this - are you ready to confront that as a viewer?) as well as show the steady pulling away of the veil to show the real Mellan.

TLDR: art is strange, societies standards are even worse, Kirstine is bad with words, but our Skrunkle remains.

Commission Info | Mellan’s Story

[ambreignsfan4life]

50 Days of Brollins

5/50

credit to gif owner

[wweaewrohtnawomen]

Night little lass kicker

[thommi-tomate]

Interview with Miro Klose

By: Kicker

About his new job as an expert for Prime Video:

When the Prime Video offer came along, I wanted to take the opportunity to further my education. I exchange ideas with Matthias Sammer, analyze matches with him and gain a lot from it. Standing in front of the camera and refreshing my media training from the coaching course also helps me move forward

About Bambi:

That is outstanding. Jamal accepted everything, wanted to implement everything straight away and was always very hard-working. We still write to each other and make fun of his former leather allergy

Leather allergy?

Yes, he made a few Stockfehler (In German "Stockfehler" is a way of saying to ball control mistakes, Miro is making a joke about the mistakes Bambi made was because of allergy to ball leather 😹). And today, when you see how he processes the ball at top speed with his right and left and how tightly he handles the ball, it's a pleasure to watch him

He Is happy for his former boys at Bayern and talk about Florian Wirtz :

Malik Tillman, now at Eindhoven, went his own way, Lasse Günther at Wehen Wiesbaden, Jamie Lawrence at Magdeburg and many more, most recently Frans Krätzig

Will the latter make the breakthrough at the record champions?

Football-wise, he can do everything. The question is whether Frans has the robustness and speed for the Bundesliga. I also tried to bring Florian Wirtz to Munich. As a younger player, he single-handedly destroyed us in the U17 championship. With him and Jamal, you could tell straight away that they were going to appear on the big stage

About Xabi and Leverkusen:

It seems that you can discover a lot of Pep's style of play in him. It's a great asset when you have that feeling as a team: A lot would have to happen for things to go wrong today.

Bayer offer the whole package: great goals, free-kicks, corner kicks. It's beautiful to watch, there's meticulous work behind it.

Will Leverkusen threaten Bayern on the road this season?

I would like to see their play rewarded in the long run. I don't hope that Leverkusen will collapse. So far, they've made too solid an impression on me for that to happen. And it depends on how they react when setbacks occur

About the NT:

I hope that the players will remember that they represent the German national team, which has gone far in most tournaments in the past. You can't just start making an effort in the round of 16 or quarter-finals

The team has something to make up to its fans. The quality is there, as always. It wasn't down to quality at the 2018 World Cup or in Qatar. The fundamental questions for the last 10, 15 percent are: How much is each player there for the other, how much does everyone put their ego aside? What a fire we had in training in Brazil! There was a bang

[dunkelrotzuschwarz]

Meine Gedanken während Spatort Folge 2

(Achtung, der Fall wird gespoilert)

Wieviel weiß Adams Mutter eigentlich? -> "Lass mich nicht mit dem alleine" ???

Bruder hier wird niemandem vergeben halt dein Maul

Holster!

Oh god, der freie Platz </3

Philosophielehrer irgendwie immer sus

ESTHER

Ich hasse Adams Vater so sehr

Glaub da war ich schonmal lol

I'd make a closet joke but I'm about to cry

Adam, geh aus dem scheiß Badezimmer raus SOFORT

omg yes go have a good time

-> Pia und Esther <3

-> "Verpiss dich" my fav form of feminism

-> Pias Blick als Esther sagt, dass sie französisch spricht... i am so normal about this

(-> habe die Szene zwei mal hintereinander geschaut)

Wow Leo can't even sit straight

Talk French to me Esther

NEIN DER VATER SIEHT LEO STOP

Roll woanders hin man

Warum pfeift dieser Psycho

"Ein Tag wie jeder andere" ich kann das nicht mehr

Der scheiß Lehrer wars und Adams Vater steckt da irgendwie auch mit drin

Wie schlecht sind die nachsynchronisierten Stellen bitte in dieser Folge, das hat mich beim Kicker schon genervt

Wenn Adam seinem Vater jetzt das Leben rettet bin ich raus

-> Leo ist ja noch besser .-.

"Hast du nicht gehört? Du sollst die Fresse halten." TALK LEO

Das Ende?? Hä :')

Kleiner Bonus, weil ich nach der Szene, in der Adams Mutter sich entschuldigt, nicht mehr konnte und ne Pause gemacht habe, in der ich dann beschlossen habe, den Fall einfach selber zu lösen, um mein Gehirn zu beruhigen:

So ganz schlüssig ist es nicht geworden, aber der Lehrer war mir von Anfang an nicht geheuer und dann hab ich einfach mal so rumgesponnen. Tbh hab ich immer noch Fragen, vor allem zu diesem Franzosen und was der damit genau zu tun hatte, aber ich guck die Folge vlt einfach nochmal (unter Aufsicht, weil das ging gar nicht lol, viel zu heavy)

[mjfass]

The Man was awesome, but The Lass Kicker will always be my favorite version of Becky Lynch.

[codchrist]

Went to watch everyone's entrance on Fight Forever

Don't know about you all but Aubrey's entrance on Fight Forever is giving Lass Kicker Becky vibes

[dancingtwix]

The real kicker is the logic WORKED. He was RIGHT.

The lass has no way to recover from this whatsoever

I'm absolutely obsessed with Laios' logic that the other shapeshifters made mistakes the real party members were too knowledgeable/careful/wise to make

but for Marcille he's like "only the real Marcille would do something that fucking stupid"