#online nxt

[charcarts]

pokemon workplace yaoi but for furries

[making-mxtakes]

IM SO MAD I HAD TO MAKE THIS MEME

[jeysbvck]

couldn't get out of bed today, can't eat, can't concentrate on anything, trying not to break down and cry a fucking river.

[retro-rezz-the-est]

took a nap after my class today and now i feel like i'm on another plane of existence lmao

[co-sharkie]

Revenge is Sweet

(POLY) Grayson Waller x F! Wrestler! Reader x Austin Theory

Summary: Candice LeRae attacked you backstage and your boys help you take revenge.

Warnings: mentions of insecurities

Words: 1490

Disclaimer: Raw brand wrestlers are on Smackdown for story purposes.

Requested 💙

Candice LeRae has always been your rival. You weren't even sure when it started. It could have began when you were picked for the NXT Women's championship over her. She would continuously try to sabotage your matches and insult you online. It was endless and you were getting tired of it.

Just like you, your boyfriends were also exhausted with her. They would have to constantly stop her from interfering with your matches, which resulted in DIY getting involved. Your boys have always been stuck to you like glue, even before they knew of your rivalry with Candice. They were always with you backstage and accompanying you to your matches.

Tonight was no different. They were scheduled for a title defense match against New Catch Republic. They practically begged you to stand ringside for them, but you had to refuse. You had a meeting to Nick Aldis at the same time as their match. You promised to watch them on a screen backstage when you finished. They begrudgingly went out without you.

--

You finished your meeting with Nick and were headed back to your locker room. You didn't make it very far before you felt steel collide with your back. You dropped to your knees but another crash against your spine had you falling face first onto the floor. "You think you deserve a title shot?" It was a familiar voice that screamed behind you.

Candice pulled your head up. Her eyes spoke volumes more than her words ever could. She must have overheard your meeting with Nick and decided to take it out on you. "I've worked so hard and get nothing!" Your face planted on the ground again when she dropped your head from her hands.

She delivered a kick to your side that had you rolling over onto your back. Candice had you thrown into almost every object backstage—tables, crates, walls, and doors. You reeled in pain after each impact but she never let you rest. The entire time she screamed at you, taking out what seemed like years of frustration.

When she finally decided to catch her breath, you took the opportunity to try rolling away from her. You tried getting onto your feet and in the process you noticed the team of DIY clearing off a table that had a ton of signed merchandise. You were unsure of when they had joined in. Candice pulled you to your feet but your knees gave out and you fell to the ground.

Holding your head in pain, Candice continued to yell but the sound of her voice was quickly drowned out by the ringing in your ears. You didn't feel her hit you again, but instead you felt familiar strong arms curl under your legs and back. Your eyes peeled open slowly and saw the face of your boyfriend, Austin. "What the hell happened?" He asked you with a soft but stern voice.

Grayson was next to you within seconds. His hands cupped your face as he inspected you. His expression quickly fell to one of anger. "I'm going to talk to Nick." He stepped over the debris of tables and torn up merchandise. "If they want to touch our girl, they get to answer to us in the ring."

Austin just sighed. Your head rest on his shoulder while he carried you through the halls of backstage and to medical. You almost fell asleep in his arms. Medical checked your body for anything that could be broken or sprained. They cleaned up the cut you didn't know you had above your eye and sent you on your way.

--

The boys had taken you back to the hotel room you shared with them. Austin helped clean up the cut you had on your forehead and replaced the bandage. You laid in the middle of one of the hotel room beds, blankets covered you and phone in hand. You scrolled through your social media while your boys were getting ready for bed. A recent post came across your page, and it was from Candice. "I think we might need a new contender for the championship. (Y/N) might be broken... oops!" You read off her post aloud. It was quickly accumulating likes.

"Ha! She wishes she was strong enough to break you." Grayson laughed as he crawled into bed next to you. He cuddled up to your side and planted a kiss on your cheek.

Austin snorted and grabbed your phone to put it on the nightstand. He got under the blankets on the other side of you. "She won't be saying anything when DIY ends up on the bench after next week." Grayson had updated you two on the way to the hotel about his talk with Nick. Your boys were to face DIY next Friday. In a street fight.

--

Some of the bruises stayed longer than others. There were a few that were still a deep purple. They were a constant reminder of your one-sided feud with Candice. You tried all you could to ignore it, but they continued to plague your mind and were a sore to your eyes. The cut on your face had began closing up enough that there was no need for bandages, but it was again a reminder of when you weren't able to fight back.

While the bruises may have made you feel weak, your boys lifted your spirits. Whenever Austin caught you staring at yourself for too long in the mirror, he'd pull you away and take you to do something else. Grayson would often kiss your bruises to make you feel better and remind you that they were temporary. Despite them comforting you, they both dealt with the internal turmoil of leaving you alone, which resulted in you getting hurt.

--

Friday couldn't have come faster. Grayson and Austin were both beyond prepared for their fight, which was declared the main event of the night. They made their entrance to the ring second and parted the ropes for you. As soon as the bell rang, all hell broke loose. There were no rules in a street fight and they planned to take full advantage of it.

Austin and Grayson quickly took control of the match. You found it suspicious that Candice did not come out with DIY. You scanned the crowd but didn't see her anywhere. The entire match you were on your toes, ready this time for any attack she may bring.

DIY had taken the upperhand in the midst of the match. Tables were broken, chairs bent under the impact of hitting a body, and kendo sticks were snapped. You kept your eyes wandering on your surrounding while cheering for your boyfriends and helping to hype up the crowd.

They had finally regained control. Grayson was outside the ring with Johnny Gargano as they exchanged hits with a kendo stick. Austin was in the ring with Tommaso Ciampa. Austin lifted Tommaso onto his shoulder and executed his finisher. Just before he could start the pin, the referee was distracted by someone hopping on the apron and yelling.

Candice had finally made her appearance. She stood on the apron, leaning over the ropes, yelling nonsense at the referee to keep Tommaso getting pinned. You decided it was the perfect time to take your revenge.

You ran over to the side of the ring Candice was perched on and swept her legs out from under her. She dropped to the floor and knocked her chin on the arpon. She writhed in pain on the ground. You heard the referee hit the mat three times and a bell rang. Austin's music played throughout the arena.

You pulled Candice up by her hair and ran her into the ring post, knocking the last set of stairs over in the process. Austin's music stopped almost as quickly as it started when officials realized the main event wasn't over yet.

With Candice on the ground, you saw Grayson dragging Johnny over to you by the hair. As if Austin knew what you two were planning, he slid out of the ring and cleared off the announcers table.

Wade Barrett and Michael Cole jumped out of their seats and backed up. Even through the roaring crowd, you could hear them begging you guys not to break the table. You pulled Candice up to her feet and dragged her over to the table. Grayson pulled a dazed Johnny up next to her. In sync, you both threw their arms over your shoulders and slammed them backwards onto the table together. The announcers table broke under the weight of their bodies.

The referee ran over, checking the pulses on the duo. You walked over to the time keeps and grabbed the tag team titles. You handed them both to Austin and Grayson. While your rivalry may now never end with Candice, at least you have your boys to back you up no matter what.

[igncrxntripley]

haters gonna hate

Synopsis: Y/N and Damian confirm their relationship online, and he makes her feel better after reading mean comments. 

tags: age gap, fem!reader, top!damian, fingering, grinding, NSFW 18+

A/N: take this to hold you over while i work on more poly!judgement day LMAOOOO

Being in a relationship with a WWE superstar wasn’t easy; schedules never matched, travel was always interrupting the regular flow of the relationship, and it was hard to work on intimacy. Damian wanted nothing more than to be with someone who understood what his job was but he had little to no luck over the years. Y/n felt the same way as a young superstar in her twenties, wanting the same experiences with dating as other people her age but having no luck given how often she was on the road. 

Damian and Y/N met while in NXT together and connected over their shared thoughts about the difficulties in maintaining a personal life. But they both loved it and wouldn’t trade it for the world, and they bonded over so many other things besides their jobs. It was just easy to be around Damian, so as the years went on and they moved up to the main roster at the same time their relationship only developed from there. Fans speculated there was something between them but no one had confirmed it, until Damian and Y/N talked it over and decided it was the right time to come clean. 

They both posted the same pictures on their Instagram - a recent mirror selfie of the two of them at home before going to the gym. Damian’s arm was around Y/N’s waist and they were cuddled quite close together, Y/N wearing some of Damian’s merch to almost confirm even more what was going on between them. Her caption was a simple heart emoji, and Damian’s was more elaborate; Life is a little sweeter with you in it, mi princesa. 

It didn’t take long at all for fans to run wild with the information, and it felt good for them to finally be in the loop as to what was going on. But for every good comment there was a bad one, and Y/N spent so much time hyperfixating on trolls who didn’t know anything about her and Damian’s relationship that she stopped enjoying this period of bliss. Sure he was older than her, but why should it matter? They both cared about one another and they were happy, so why couldn’t people on social media leave them alone? 

“Mi amor, I’m home.” Damian said as he came back from the gym to see Y/N in bed, sadness written all over her face as she stared at her phone and he knew immediately what she was doing. “Baby, what did I tell you?” he scolded softly, sitting next to her in bed and gently taking the phone away from her. “You’re still reading comments?”

Y/N sniffled and wiped her eyes, trying to make herself stop before she got even more upset. “They’re just so mean,” she said softly. “All we did was post one picture, and people feel like they know what’s best for us.” Damian frowned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “And guess what? They’ll never know what’s best for us, and that’s okay.” He said softly. “What we do is our business, and I refuse to let stupid comments from stupid people on the internet affect us.” He kissed the top of your head and gently rubbed your back. “We knew this might happen when we made everything public. Now we just have to prove them wrong.”

Damian was right, and Y/N knew that. But it didn’t make the hate comments on their posts any less mean. She looked up at him with a small pout and gave a small nod. “You’ll beat them up for me?” She asked and it made Damian chuckle. “I’ll beat every last one of them up.” He confirmed before giving her a gentle kiss. Now that he knew his girl was upset, he was committed to making her feel better and forget about all of the awful things she was reading on social media. Damian needed to make sure she knew he wanted her, so after the first kiss he continued to press his lips to Y/N’s in passionate yet gentle kisses. After a few moments she adjusted her body so she was straddling him and sitting in his lap, and her arms were wrapped around her man’s broad shoulders. 

“Let me show you that you’re mine, mi amor.” Damian whispered against her lips, his large hands gripping her hips as she made herself comfortable in his lap. Y/N gave a small smile against his lips and played with his hair as she began to move her hips in small circles. The smallest touches could make her go crazy with Damian, and he wasn’t making it any easier as his kisses moved to her neck and chest. “Please…” She whispered. “I need it.”

His girl’s words made Damian kick things up a notch. He held her hips and coaxed them into continuing to move against his cock. “Tell daddy what you want me to do to you, mi princesa.” She shivered as he spoke in Spanish, something that only added to Y/N’s arousal. “I want you to ruin me,” she started. “I want you to show me who I belong to.” She couldn’t help but grin as she moaned and Damian flipped them over on the bed. He wasted no time once he was on top of her and pulled down her shorts and underwear. “You’re so perfect,” he mumbled against her lips while her own hands started to pull his sweats down. “I’m gonna make sure the neighbors know you’re mine.”

Y/N smiled up at him as her hand wrapped around his length to tease him. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.” She whined once his fingers started to tease her, almost trying to get her to beg for him. “Please, papi…” Her words were enough for Damian to push himself into her and he started to thrust, his large hands holding her cheeks as they watched each other. “You’re mine, amor. All mine.” Damian making love to her was enough for Y/N to forget about anything that had happened earlier in the day; he just knew how to make her feel beautiful and loved, even when they weren’t being sexual with one another. But moments like these? Where he worshiped her body and made her feel beautiful when others couldn’t? She knew he was the one. 

He held Y/N close as they finished together and kissed her again, interlocking their hands next to her head and not even daring to pull out just yet. “Mine.” Damian whispered. And that had never been more clear.

[kyleoreillylover]

Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Reader relationship headcanons

You are the power couple of NXT

And have been since day one

Despite debuting as heels, the audience loves you

He flirts with you and shows you off any chance he gets

Your dynamic is very similar to Rhea and Dominick of the Judgement Day

You’re very overprotective of each other

You more than him

He has to calm you down whenever anyone insults him before you try to kill the person

He hates when you take any hits for him

He swore his heart stopped when you pushed him out the way and let Bron spear you instead

He talks your ear off all the time

You find it very cute :)

He’s just so comfortable with you, he wants to tell you everything and anything because you’re his safe space.

You both plan spontaneous dates for each other every week to take the pressure off of being champions and to spend more time together outside of work.

You buy him little gifts that remind you of him and hide it in his locker room with a note from you with your signature at random times.

He absolutely loves it, and keeps every single one.

You gifted him a necklace once with your initials on it and he wears it to every match, calling it his good luck charm.

You both have each other’s names on the side plates on your titles.

He definitely spoils you a lot

You eyeing something in a store? He’s buying it for you.

He finds something online he knows you would like? He is buying it for you.

You feel bad, but he doesn’t care. You’re his girl and he’ll spoil you rotten till the day he dies.

You guys definitely wear matching gear at PPV’s.

He teases and jokes around with you a lot

Your laugh is like heaven to him, and he wants to hear it all the time.

Is very physically affectionate, always has a hand around your shoulder or is holding your waist or is putting his hand in your back pocket

Loves having mix matched tag matches with you and acting like a gentleman, holding the ropes out for you, kissing you before the bell rings and holding you in his arms when you both win.

If you ever get injured, he will be at your beck and call, taking time off to take care of you.

You would feel guilty of him putting his career on hold for you, but he would absolutely do that for you in a heartbeat if it meant nursing you back to 100%.

He absolutely wants to marry you one day, but for now he wants to take it slow with you & be young and in love with you.

[cosmicladyy]

texting woes

crispin x reader drabble

‘ me n u , date nxt fri, or el- ‘

way too threatening, delete.

‘ wouldst thou wish to accompany me t- ‘

too dorky, delete.

‘ heyy cuteface ;))) , wanna swing by my pl- ‘

“’Cuteface’?? You can not be serious right now.” Howell, who had been snooping over the clown enthusiast's shoulder, snags the phone out of his hands and deletes the poorly constructed message, writing something he deems more appropriate.

“Why’re you so nosey,” Crispin snarls and snatches his phone back, “This doesn’t even concern you!”

“I’m just trying to help you find someone, I need your room for storage.” The younger Wizard sibling shrugs, nearly throwing the older into a frenzy.

A throat clearing from the doorway distracts them from their impending argument, the second youngest of the family strolling in.

“Could you guys be any louder? I don’t think our neighbors caught that last part.” Cas drones on.

“Tell this barbarian,” The long-haired Wizard flicks his brother’s head, “that to woe someone, you must be delicate and alluring.”

“No, you tell this ass to mind his business!” Crispin smacks the offending hand away from him and crosses his arms with a huff.

“Why can’t I just ‘be myself’?”

“have you met you?”

The coding genius narrowly avoids a pillow thrown in her direction, “If we help, will you stop being a mopey baby?” (”I’m not being a mopey baby!!”) 

“Ha,” Howell laughs sarcastically in his sister’s face, “you? you can’t woo even if your life depended on it.”

Shooting a glare at her older brother, Cas whips her head towards her short-tempered brother on the couch; she took her brother’s taunting as a challenge. 

“Alright, tell them they look really nice today.”

“How would he know what they look like, genius? Ask them if they believe in love at first sight.”

“No way, tell them you only have three weeks to live-“

“What are you, a sadist?? Compliment their diet choices.”

Their screaming match attracts the attention of the rest of the family, the exact opposite of what Crispin wanted. When they’re briefed on the situation at hand, they also chime in with advice of their own.

(”Did you ask if they’re open to getting married?” “Deckard, they literally just met two days ago.”)

As a fight breaks out amongst the family over who’s right, Crispin manages to untangle himself from the mess and moves to stand over on the sidelines.

He lets out a sigh and re-evaluates his choices, knowing he probably should’ve just looked this junk up online. Maybe he shouldn’t even text at all..

A tap on the shoulder pulls him out of his funk and he looks over at the offender, his older brother, Wesley, extending his hand out for the phone.

‘Well, I’ve got nothing else to lose.’

He silently hands the device over and watches as the older Wizard types up a message and narrowly avoids a plant that was throw in their direction

‘ Got two tickets to the circus this Friday at 9, wanna come? ’

Before he could react, his brother hits send and hands the phone back over to a frazzled Crispin.

“WHA- WHY DIDN’T YOU LET ME READ IT FIRST? THAT IS WAY TOO DIRE-”

a buzz cuts through all the noise and quiets everything down, the fighting sibs pausing their brawl.

holding his breath, he glances at his phone.

‘ i’d love to !! see you then <3 ‘

…

“You’re welcome.”

[smileceldaru]

I have decided to create a compilation of links that can be useful for watching wrestling :3

♡ GoLuchas: Live streaming in spanish and english for AEW, WWE, NXT and NJPW.

This is only for those who can't afford a subscription, but if you can afford it I strongly encourage you to please consider paying for the subscription, paying for the ppvs, etc. It's very important to show our support for our favorite wrestlers ♥️

That being said, these links are usefull to me for watching Wrestling online or to get in touch with some feuds for free. You probably already know some of them but I hope these are helpful. If you have any other interesting pages that could be useful, please send your contributions to my tumblr ask. Thanks!

♡ Watch Wrestling: Live streaming in english of WWE, WWE Network, AEW, UFS, TNA, NJPW and Indy Wrestling.

♡ Watch Wrestling Live: Recommended for watching old events of NJPW, WWE, AEW.

♡ Tokyo Video: Here you can search for uploads of specific matches.

♡ VK: Similar to Tokyovideo, here you can find some uploads for specific matches.

♡ DailyMotion: The all time classic, you can find some old matches here as well. There you have a playlist I made of some matches I watch frequently there lol.

♡ Bilibili: This is a Chinese site often called the YouTube of China. Here you can find some NJPW matches and events archived by fans. Apparently the page can slow down and heat up your device if you are not from China, so I would recommend watching the videos from the PipePipe app which can be downloaded from F-droid (make sure to download F-droid from their official site). It's completely malware free, so don't worry about it.

These are fansites that can be helpful for introducing yourself to puroresu (roasters, championships, etc) or to catch up with feuds, see reviews, etc.

♡ Dramatic DDT: Fansite of DDT in english

♡ Joshicity: Fansite of Joshi puroresu in english

[imabillyami]

Hi friends 💜 I gained lots of lovely new followers lately, so here I am - (re)introducing myself for everyone new to my blog.

I’m Billy, 29, non-binary, vegan, queer. My pronouns are they/them. I’ve been doing fandom stuff on this website for about 15 years. I’ve been a wrestling fan for even longer than that.

I’m European, but my sleep schedule is absolute whack, so you’ll likely see me up and online at all weird times of the day. I do have a nightly queue set up, indicated my the little "q" at the end of my tags, but I oftentimes end up being awake and posting during those hours, still.

What got me hooked on Wrestling? My uncles (who might as well be my older brothers, not much of an age difference there), showed me all the wrestling videos when I was a kid. And then we watched WrestleMania 22 together and I saw the Mick Foley vs. Edge hardcore match and well - the rest is history. 

I’m a pro wrestling enthusiast in general and try my best to keep up with as much of it as possible - WWE, TNA/Impact, AEW, some indie stuff if it looks interesting enough (I really enjoy WOW for example). I post whatever brings me joy, though I’d say my content favors WWE heavily most of the time (old habits die hard). 

My ultimate favorite since the day he stepped foot into NXT has been and will forever be Sami Zayn. Undisputed. 

Before him I was a huge Edge fan, Punk fan, AJ Lee fan, Dean Ambrose fan. I'm still a huge Moxley fan to this day. 

I was & still am a sucker for The Shield too (they got me back into watching WWE after Edge’s first retirement). I came back for the group, stayed for Roman, Dean and Seth as individuals. I didn’t think I could love anyone more, ever, until the day Sami walked in and said “challenge accepted”. And here we are.

Generally I’m enthusiastic about any and all wrestlers unless stated otherwise. What finally got me to participate in the online fandom though? The Bloodline & Samijey. I’m a Sami fan. I’m a Roman fan. A Jey fan, a Jimmy fan, a Solo fan. So I enthuse about these guys a lot more than about all the others.

I freaking adore women’s wrestling. No female wrestlers are getting slandered on my watch. My current favs are Naomi, Becky, Bayley, Indi, Asuka, Shayna & Rhea in WWE, Jordynne in TNA & Willow, Mercedes and Toni in AEW. My forever undisputed favorite will be AJ Lee though. 

I enthuse about a lot of different wrestlers on a regular basis. So you’ll basically see lots of content about all the people from all the promotions. I don’t believe in the whole weird tribalism bullshit. Wrestling is awesome and no matter what you enjoy, I love that there’s so much variety for everyone these days.

I’m a writer and a shipper. I’m a multishipper. Wrestling is beautiful and very very gay. My absolute favorite ships are Samijey, Ambreigns/Romox (& JimmyKev & BayRhea), but I have a few others I like & I’m always open to writing and reading other new stuff too. Nothing’s set in stone when it comes to shipping.

If you enjoy M/M fanfic (and hopefully soon to be added F/F fanfic), you can find that pinned to the top of my blog, but also on my AO3 (don’t need an account). If you want something written, you can request it, I just kindly ask you to check my requests post for rules and limitations first. 

Other than wrestling, I’m very much a lover of TV shows, movies, books, music and all kinds of media in general, especially the queer kind. 

I’ve been in many fandoms over the years and I’m always happy to talk about them and post stuff about them (though admittedly a less often lately, wrestling has kinda completely taken over my blog at this point). These posts are usually tagged with “non wrestling” or “other obsessions” and the specific fandom name for blacklisting purposes, since these days this is my only blog & I don’t intend to change that.

I think that pretty much covers it. If you wanna come chat about anything, my inbox is always open, anon is always on. Unless you’re a minor, I’m happy to interact. I’m an adult. I post adult themes and content occasionally, so if you’re a minor I kindly ask you to not follow me. This is for your own safety. 

Anyway. It’s nice to meet you all! I hope you’ll enjoy what you see & that you’ll stick around! Come around for a chat if you ever feel up for it!

Little added PSA with TW for addiction/alcoholism:

I am a recovering alcoholic and drug/narcotics addict (sober for 2+ years at this point). It gets mentioned sometimes. I'm not ashamed of my past.

I'm rather strict (and very mindful) about tagging things correctly as to not trigger anyone or get triggered myself. 

If that info causes any issues on your end, whether that’s cause it’s a personal trigger and you want to (understandably) keep yourself safe, or because you’re simply being an unkind person who doesn’t believe that people can change and grow, I kindly ask you to turn around and leave for your sake, but also for my own.)

[samijey]

4am my trickunov senses start tingling and i come online to see nxt shared footage of Ilja and Trick all over each other backstage after their last match i'm in a lil puddle of tears right now even after trips separated them shawn still makes sure to provide me with food he's my favorite dad 🙏

[gothhabiba]

it's unfortunate that scholarship about Darija literacy is thin enough on the ground that reading a PhD dissertation (as a result of another text that cited this dissertation) is a perfectly reasonable thing to do (like, as opposed to only consulting published works)—

because I can tell that this was sort of written to fulfill the qualifications for the degree, rather than to really contribute to the field as a whole. in one chapter, for example, Hall gives a literature review of the extant scholarship on code switching, text messaging, and especially text messaging in North Africa, and then gives an overview of a few things she noticed in the corpus of Latin alphabet text messages that her connexions gave her access to—

and then ends the chapter. she doesn't theorise her observations, or explain at length what implications they might have for our understanding of code switching more generally, or any other more broadly debated or theorised sociolinguistic question. she doesn't produce the corpus itself in an index (understandable, for reasons of privacy?), or do the scan that linguists usually do where they'll provide a translation at the level of the morpheme, one at the level of the word, and another at the level of the sentence, so that other linguists can follow what's happening grammatically. in fact a few of her translations are sort of bad and incomprehensible, because she tries to make the word-for-word literal translation stand in for the sentence-level translation of the whole utterance and as a result produces things that are not understandable to an English speaker.

so none of her data is necessarily accessible to anyone who doesn't speak Tashelhit (a variety of Tamazight), Darija, English, and French. nevertheless I can still see interesting observations to draw that she leaves on the table—for example she points out that "these text messages use abbreviations" and that English and French were more commonly abbreviated than Darija and Tashelhit, and reports the texters' explanation that this was because Darija and Tashelhit don't have a standard written form and so an abbreviation could be more confusing.

interestingly, though, the abbreviations they used in English were not the texting abbreviations that I would consider 'standard' in English, either in texting (especially during the years before cell phones had full keyboards) or online! one message reads:

I receivd ur nice card, thanks. Its up t us t do such a nice gesture.. Anyway, w/all mis u, always at our tongues, in our minds. Nxt time u mst com t Fac t see u. bye…

["Fac" from French "faculté," common casual term for "campus" in written and spoken French]

Hall describes this message as "peppered with the distinctive features that Crystal identifies as characteristic of text messages in English including initialisms, omitted letters, nonstandard spellings and shortenings" (p. 139) and leaves it at that.

but surely it matters which letters are omitted and which nonstandard spellings are used? 'standard' English textspeak (if such a generalisation can be permitted) uses "w/" to mean "with," not "we." "t" is not an abbreviation I've ever seen for "to"—you'd be more likely to come across "2." "ur" and "u" for "your" and "you," respectively, and "Its" for "it's," are much more familiar to me.

in others of the nine text messages whose text she produces I see some of the abbreviations I expect in French (& my sense is that these are more frequently used than abbreviations for English words online)—"slt" for "salut," "bcp" for "beaucoup," "jtm" for "je t'aime," "a+" for "à plus [tard]". also "mé" for "mais," which at least I have never seen before? unsure if other common ones ("qqun" for "quelqu'un," "j" for "j'ai," "tt" for "tout," &c.) occur because, again, she only produces nine text messages total.

so to what extent do text abbreviations arise spontaneously and to what extent are they common to communities of practice / speech communities? do the four speakers in the corpus use these abbreviations consistently throughout their texts, or do they seem more 'random'? do any of the speakers use some abbreviations or spellings that the other speakers do not use? what does this mean for the relationship between orthography and community / group identity in small groups who have to get creative with their writing (i.e. because they're sending messages in limited-character formats, often in languages without standardised writing systems)?

this was my first line of thinking here, but, to be far, Hall is focused on the writing of Darija. so is the Darija orthography standard across the corpus? across one speaker over time? do any of the speakers seem to borrow spellings from others? what does the orthography say about their language ideology (like, "lkhobz" is written for something which in standard Arabic would be "الخبز" alkhobz, "al" "the" and "khobz" "bread," with the "l" pronounced since "kh," the voiceless velar fricative at the beginning of "Hannukah," isn't one of the sounds that makes it silent—but the writer does not write "alkhobz" or "al-khobz" or "el khobz" or anything else that would point to the standard Arabic "al." they drop the "a" and thus reference Moroccan phonology rather than the Arabic orthography)?

maybe none of these things are the exact thing that Hall wanted to get at (she opens her dissertation with a lit review on 'language ideology' and 'fractal recursivity' [roughly, differences between language ideologies in different domains and contexts as a result of ideological disjuncture, such as being confronted with a written version of a language which you believe should not be written].) I guess what I'm missing is something that seems like it ties the analysis of the data to the literature, rather than the literature reviews sort of seeming like they're there so she can prove she knows the current state of the field (& the prevalence of the latter approach is a problem with, like, the entire structure of academia, not just Hall). or speculation about the implications of her observations for the field at large, rather than just pulling up a text when it on the surface agrees with what she observes. as it is, the chapter left me with the feeling of "oh... that's it?"

[trippinsorrows]

Wait till you hear that Jey was/is messing around with Jaida Parker from nxt. Last year Indi Hartwell posted a video on IG of some of the wrestlers in a club (it’s still up) and some girl was rubbing on Jey. The online detectives sniffed her out.

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[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Always There - Marcel Barthel x Reader

Figured I’d get the Marcel one out of my way while I could. I’ve been having some German feels for a while (who can blame me though? )

I do apologize now for any INCORRECT translations. I do NOT know German well enough, I know about 5-6 words and that’s it. (Yes, No, Hello, Love, Ambulance and Hospital. The necessities) 

Y/N = Your name

If you don’t like Ember Moon, Kacy or Kayden, feel free to think up your own NXT roommate situation for a TakeOver event. That’s where I thought this would be at -shrug- 

EDITED IN: Original Tag List @starwithaheart​ @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

Tagging those who Requested Marcel!  @barthelsimperium

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Letting out a deep breath, I glanced over at the digital clock next to the bed I was sharing with Ember. The red light read 3:29. Frowning, I looked at my other two roommates, Kacey and Kayden, who were also fast asleep much like Ember.

“So unfair…” I sighed.

This was now night three of no sleep. I knew I had to do something—if it kept going, Hunter was bound to realize, and not only that I could accidentally hurt someone in the ring. What could I do though?

Back home, I’d get up and make myself busy—but I didn’t want to wake up my friends.

Friends…

“Just find me, liebe. I don’t care what the time is!”

Marcel’s words came crashing into my fore-thought, causing me to purse my lips. I couldn’t actually just stroll to his room and wake him up at this ungodly hour… could I? Ember would never let me live it down, if she found out I went to his room this late at night. She’s the only one I have ever told my feelings towards. The only one who knew I loved Marcel, my impeccable German.

On screen, he was cold, cunning, methodical and egotistical. Behind the screen though? Marcel Barthel was the funniest, kindest and most considerate guy I had ever known. Our friendship had started out a bit oddly, as somehow his suitcase had ended up in the women’s locker room and I, of course, was the one to return it to him. He was clearly confused and embarrassed, but thankful all the same. I had cracked a joke that if he wanted to spend time with me all he had to do was ask—and upon hearing the chuckle from Fabian, I quickly excused myself in embarrassment, barely hearing Marcel speak to Fabian as I left.

“Lach nicht uber sie!”  ((ts: Don’t laugh at them))

Later that night, Marcel had found me backstage, quickly taking a seat beside me and leaning back slightly.

“You said if I wanted to spend time, all I need to do was ask,” he explained, causing me to go red from embarrassment.

“I-it was a joke… You don’t have to—”

“You may have been joking, but I’m not, Kleiner.”  ((ts: little one)) 

“I…. have no idea what that means.”

He only laughed in response, shaking his head slightly, promising me,” I’ll teach you some words.”

I smiled at the memory, before glancing a risk at the clock once more.

3:36

Fuck it, I decided. Carefully as I could, I pushed back the covers and climbed out of the warm cocoon I had made. Grabbing my wallet on the way by the tv stand, I tiptoed to the door and as quietly as I could, opened the door and snuck out, closing it with a soft click behind me. Gnawing on my bottom lip as I walked up the steps to the floor above, I thought about how close Marcel was to me—how close in my heart he always was.

Holidays, bright and early (even despite time zone differences) we’d be the first to wish one another a happy holiday; happy birthday—new years. When we’d both be at an event, we’d seek the other one out.

Marcel hadn’t taught me the translation for liebe yet, but since he was always calling me it, I had decided to ask Fabian one night, when Marcel was off getting something to drink.

“Heh, I don’t think I should be the one to tell you, Principessa.”  ((ts: Princess))

“Oh, come on—please? If you don’t I’ll just look it up online. C’mon Fabian, please?”

“Alright, alright—love,” Fabian answered, his eyes going over my shoulder for a second, before his voice lowered,” Liebe means love.”

Love.

Did it mean Marcel loved me the same way I did him? Probably not.

But it still made me feel happy, like I mattered to at least someone. Coming to a stop at room 329, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Twenty-five seconds.

Nothing.

Swallowing the lump in my throat and fighting the urge to just go back downstairs to my own room, I tentatively knocked once again, two short, soft bumps on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten—

The door opened slowly, catching me by surprise as I looked up from the floor. There before me stood a hooded-eyed, bed-headed Marcel, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. When he realized who it was, he seemed to wake up a bit.

“Liebe? Is everything In Ordnung?”    ((ts: alright))

“Uh, yeah. No. It’s fine…. Uh… I just… you said to…” Everything I said was coming out jumbled, and I could see Marcel trying to make sense of it all,” Sorry I bothered you this late—I’ll just—sorry, go back to sleep—” I turned to walk away, but stopped short when I heard his voice call my name.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, please, just—go back—”

“Hör auf, dich zu entschuldigen!” I heard Marcel snap, before his voice softened,” Komm schon, come.”   ((ts: Stop apologizing / come on))

With uncertain steps, I slowly walked back over to his open door, shivers running down my spine when I felt his hand gently rest on my back, ushering me in at my own pace.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Marcel asked as he closed the door behind us.

I shook my head, unsure if he could even see it in the darkness of the room,” Sorry, I just—”

“Liebe—stop saying sorry.”

Without needing to see him, I knew there was a frown on his face.

“Sor–…..”

In the darkness, I heard him give a small sigh, before suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me close to him,” I told you, you can come to me at times like this. There’s no need to apologize for it.”

“It’s just… it’s so late—or… early—I didn’t want to wake you up…”

“Don’t worry about that, okay? Come, make yourself comfortable.”

I felt his hand gently take my own and lead me towards the bed.

“W—what about Fabian? Will he—”

“Don’t worry about him, liebe,” Marcel gave a soft chuckle,” He’s a deep sleeper.” His hand left mine, and I could hear him get back into his bed.

Do I?

Don’t I?

“You won’t have a chance to get any sleep standing there, come on.” I heard him pat the space beside him and I was beyond grateful for the darkness in the room- otherwise he would be able to see how red my face was right now. Slowly, I peeled back the covers on the empty side and slid underneath, careful to not touch Marcel in anyway- which he must have noticed.

“I don’t bite, liebe.”

“Why do you call me that?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I had to know—needed to know. Marcel grew quiet for a few moments and I feared he wouldn’t answer me, until I felt his hand gently creep over mine once more and slowly pull me towards him. Wordlessly, I felt him softly pull me as close to his body as possible, laying right beside him, my head on his bare chest.

“Because… Du bedeute mir die Welt…I love you…” I could hear the uncertainty and the hope in his statement, and I couldn’t help the smile the slowly grew on my face,” We’ll talk more tomorrow, liebe. For now… get some sleep.”   ((ts: You mean the world to me))

Slowly nodding my head, I let my body relax into his embrace and before I knew it my eyes got heavy—and as I drifted off to sleep, I felt him press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

No more sleepless nights, no more uncertainty.

I was loved.

[d-lanx]

punk: I'm not online

also punk: i saw you posting pictures of me at nxt on twitter and shit