#the trinity of wholesomeness

[krs-kross]

[gothamite-rambler]

Clark and Diana must've had a field day at Damian's existence

*and the rape part was a second canon that I think was retconned again. comics are weird*

Clark: I'm sorry… You have a child… again?

Bruce: Yes.

Clark: And he's yours… like DNA test, yours?

Bruce took a deep inhale and then sighed.

Bruce: Yes.

Clark: And the kid is also related to Talia Al Ghul?

Bruce: Yep… Yep… I thought the condom wouldn't break.

Clark: I… I… I'm— You thought the what wouldn't break?

Diana (amused): I'm surprised you didn't try the pull-out method with that thought process. You had a child with Talia and he's the new Robin, did I miss anything?

Bruce: No... no. You're about right.

Clark: I'm not sure how to react.

Diana: I got you on this. The dark knight, master detective, stoic emo billionaire had a child with one of your arch-enemies? The one you said you'd never have relations with again?

Bruce: …Yep.

Diana nodded and pointed at Bruce, laughing accordingly. The man covered his face, embarrassed.

Clark: Ignore her. You said you weren't even aware he was… alive. That there was a being that shares your DNA? You have plans that can defeat us, but you never thought to check in on the woman you slept with eight years ago?

Diana laughed harder, falling out of her seat in hysterics. Clark shook his head.

Bruce: Okay, at first I was aware she was pregnant, and then she said she lost the baby, so… I never called her about that. You can stop laughing, Diana!

Diana: I can't stop! This is too funny! It’s funnier than when Hermes tricked Zeus into drinking fermented wine. I can't breathe! Wait, wait— when Zeus found out about his child…

Clark (jokingly): Which one?

Bruce: I wasn’t aware he existed! I didn’t know the child I had with a crazy woman was around! Can she not laugh at me? I’m now linked to Ra's Al Ghul! This is a lot for me! Can you show me some pity?

Clark and Diana: No!

Bruce: Why are you judging me?!

Clark: Because you look hypocritical in the funniest way possible.

Diana: Exactly! You had a kid from a booty call. Wait, wait, serious time.

Diana got back in her seat and cleared her throat.

Diana: It was consensual, correct?

Bruce: Yes.

Diana: And you used a condom from where?

Bruce: …A gas station.

Diana: And you thought it would do the job? A gas station condom?

Bruce: I was hoping it would, or at the very least she'd have protection. I didn't know she wanted kids!

Diana (chuckling): You thought the woman who's been wanting to marry you for years wouldn't want kids?!

Clark (laughing): We listen and we judge!

Bruce: I hate you both. Stop judging me. I'm the Dark Knight.

Bruce covered his face, groaning.

Clark: We're just messing with you. I, for one, am happy you took the kid in. I imagine being raised around the Ghuls wasn't great… or safe.

Bruce: Um… okay, he wasn't just raised around them… Jason helped babysit him. He’s known for eight years.

Clark and Diana (mocking him): We listen and we judge!

Diana burst into laughter again.

Diana: I knew there was a reason I like him!

Clark: I'm pretty sure she's happy for you too. Just the—

Bruce (mortified): Yeah, the situation is humorous because it's at my expense and ironic that I fumbled like that. I'm going to be dealing with this a lot now. I do love him, though. He's a cute kid… He's neat, like all my other sons.

Clark: Aww, that's sweet and reassuring, honestly. A rich white man with a baby from a booty call usually doesn’t go well.

Bruce: The fact I know that's true really says something, but thank you for the compliment.

[sabrerine911]

Decided to finally color another one of my Wyll appreciation comics XD Wyll and his 2 barbarian besties Karlach and Beth Ravencoft (BG3) Did this back when I was bummed out about a lot of Wyll hate/slander The 2 Unga Bunga Barbarian Ladies giving Wyll his Wholesome crown!

[purpleenma]

The Leonard Nimoy Trinity of Wholesomeness

When you feel down look at these pictures to instantly cheer up

[pichuit]

tiffany is gay, she was always in denial

[tequiilasunriise]

Fer Monster Prom (these QUEERS and their PROMS istg /lh) I need a plot point to be that Something Important broke down ohhh nooooo like a generator powering the school or even the portal needs an extra blast of life spark to stabilize it and as everyone’s running around tryna power the Important Thing up Cleo pulls up, takes one look of the situation, says, “More power? Stand back, ghouls and boos, your most benevolent mummy representative’s got this”, cups Frankie’s confused face (who still hunches down nevertheless fer Cleo like the confused yet willing puppy they are), gently kisses them smack on the cheek, and then-

BBBZZZTTTT!!!!⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

“YO THAT ACTUALLY WORKED?!?”

Whamo bamo the world is saved all thanks to Cleo’s great sacrifice of frizzled hair and lowkey charred bandages. Girlypop was standing RIGHT in the danger zone of lovestruck lightning; she knew the price which had to be paid and did NOT hesitate even though she had spent hours before picking out the perfect prom dress and all that. After recovering from Sheer Gay Shutdown™️, Frankie panics and holds Cleo’s slightly smoking body close as monsters rush around behind the pair.

“Cleo?! Are you okay?!”

“Oh my Ra, precious, that was… spooktacular…”

Cleo is so outta it from her super noble act of altruism. The most selfless of all monsters, truly.

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

OKAY SO-

I had an idea for a silly goofy au where Damian, Jon, and reader are like the scooby gang and go around solving mysteries.

Reader is like a magic user, and they're job is to keep the evil entities away from everyday people, (Like Supernatural! But kid friendly🩷)

Damian has been stalking them as Robin and that's how the supersons get involved in the mystery gang.

It's just wholesome crime solving amongst the baby heros, and they have fun adventures (that sometimes end in sleepovers).

It think it would be funny too if paranormal assistance was needed and Dickie walks in on the three of them performing a seance in the theater room-

"What the hell is happening right now?"

"Magic."

"..."

"Why."

"Because, Richard. It is important for our investigation."

"Okay." *Turns to leave*

"No, no, no. You have to stay until I close the ritual so the spirit doesn't attatch to you. :D"

"WHAT-"

But he can't complain, because at least little wing is making friends...?

Bonus if Bruce has no idea where Damian is going almost every night. Like he just dissapears for a few hours then just returns wuth Jon and no explaination.

Clark and Lois know obvi because Jon is just so excited to tell his parents all about the latest mystery.

I know this isn't alot but I have more but I think imma go take another nap rq-

Imma sleepy-

NORMIEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Nono because--

I'm-

How'd you know that my absolute weakness is the Supersons with a same age reader completing the baby hero trinity??

I'M NOT JOKING IT'S SERIOUSLY ONE OF MY FORGOTTEN SOFT SPOTS FOR THESE GOOBERS!!!! I remember a long time ago when I read this headcanon post about the Supersons with a reader who was the child of Wonder Woman and they were basically the Big Three next gen!! 🥹🥹 I have no clue where it's at now :sobs: BUT IT WAS REALLY GOOD AND FUELED MY LOVE FOR DC CIRCA 2015-2017!!!!

Now. As for YOU, my dear boba bubble.........

*deeeep breath in-*

FRICK YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH

THEM!!! THE KIDS EVER!!!!!!!! BEING A LIL SCOOBY DOO GANG!!!

I ain't gonna tell no tall man's tale, as SOON as I got this gist for this - the Scooby Doo theme song was playing in my head and now I can't stop imagining it with them getting into funny dramatic thematic situations:

It's just-

🎶 WHAT'S NEW SCOOBY DOO? COMIN' AFTER YOU ✨🏃🏽‍♀️💨 WE'RE GONNA SOLVEEE THAT MYSTERY!!🎶 and it's all a rush of cutscenes of the Big Little Three getting into all kinds of fun supernatural filled shenanigans — crazy and wild and sometimes very scary, but they've all got each other's backs.

Point being: yes yes, 100% yes.

Magic user?!??!!?!?!!! THAT MEANS.... MAGIQUE~~~ (◠‿・)—☆

let's say bro (you) can fly - maybe not as often nor as naturally as Jonny boy, but hell you can levitate for more than a few minutes at a time, it's something!

you both take turns carrying Damian - the only non-flyer of the group lmaoooo

you're all the "middle man" between you all at one point or another. sometimes dami leads with his head and instincts; you and jon reel him in. sometimes jon leads with his heart and just finally fudging snaps because even the sweethearts go apeshit sometimes - you and dami do damage control and console the poor boy in the emotional aftermath. sometimes, you either lose yourself to the supernatural aspect of it all: it's either a overflowing, overwhelming rush of magic that zaps you dry and you're withered to a delicate, fragile thing in your own destructive aftermath or you go full on Avatar (tla) State and become something just shy of not human and need to be tethered back to the ground by your boys.

whatever the case may be, you all work around and through it all. you adapt to each other's needs. you're all there for each other, no matter what.

The bit with Dick and the seance. In the Manor, no less. I applaud you - it's too canon not to be.

You, hands glowing and a little too cheerful - like this is normal (it is. to you, at least) but still wary: "WAIT DON'T LEAVE YOU'RE NOW A LIABILITY TO THE DEMONS!!"

Dick:

Yoooooo, imagine pulling up to the function while Dami's at school LMFAOOOOOOO

HE'S IN A LAB OR ART CLASS JUST VIBING AND HAPPENS TO LOOK OUT THE WINDOW TO SEE YOU: LEVITATING AND WAVING FRANTICALLY TO HIM AND JON RIGHT BESIDE YOU, LOOKING EXTREMELY SHEEPISH AND WAVES INNOCENTLY:

Damian: Oh, Grandfather's head on a stick.

Classmate: Woah! What happened? *sees Damian looking right past them to the window, also looking like he's about to have an aneurysm*

Classmate: Bro, what-? *goes to turn*

Damian: *grabs them by the shoulders and turns them around* AH YA- YOU- YOUUuuuknow, what? It's nothing at all. Nothing of the sort. It was . . . a bird. Yes. A bird. It flew away. But I must leave now.

Classmate: *stunned* I-uh- okay-?

Damian: *gathering his things while retaining intense eye contact* Yes.

Classmate: ......... Bro you good? Seriously-

Damian, interrupts: It would seem I have a . . . Previous engagement. I'll tend to the bird on my way.

Classmate: Oh-

Damian, already out the door because you just deactivated your levitation spell and just, went right parallel downwards without a word and Jon panicked and flew down after you to try and catch you and the both of y'all disappear from his view and most likely ate absolute shit in the school's compost bin outside the window: Your understanding is appreciated.

Classmate: .......................

Classmate: It's first period??

LMFAOOOOO AND AS FOR CLASSMATE, bro's weirded out but probably unaffected nonetheless because Dami has a rep for being a little weird and disappearing out of the blue from time to time but is a relatively pleasant classmate nonetheless!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Damian, Jon, and you being the next Big Little Three.......

But there's magic and ghosts involved!!! 👻✨

Idea: maybe you end up being Zatanna's apprentice/family member and inherited your magic through that! Orrrrr, you're just a freelance magic user, a bit of a vagabond of sorts, a total enigma and have it under your belt, no mentor, just doin' your own thing. (Miles Morales ref. 🙌)

Either way, you're a well-meaning kid with a good heart and have an absolute time hassling all these spirits like cattle back to the netherworld that nobody else can see.

Kinda like Danny Phantom!! (I loveeee dc x dp) or somethin' to that effect haha.

Wouldn't it be even funnier if reader has like, no known records? At all? They just showed up one day and came to clean out the supernatural aspects of the city ('ole goth here's messed up enough without all the vengeful ghosts in it! just doin' a little favor, no? *blows a kiss*') and gets roped into the adventure- and friendship/found family circle- of a lifetime.

Stakeouts that turn into sleepovers at the Manor. Very rarely down at the farm in Metropolis, but sometimes!! Big open cornfields, it's a hotpot for Prime Supernatural Activity. You make insufferable jokes (even tho they're like, true) and Damian scolds you for scaring Jon. Tt.

But you save his favorite cow Betsy from getting attacked by some random ghost demon and Jon nearly crushes your ribs in a hug.

As for Damiiiii, bro- I came up w/ something--

You pop up at some Wayne gala inexplicably at first.

Damian spots you for the first time (y'know, before y'all all become friends hueheuhueuhue *chokes, coughs*), completely out in the open, and spews his drink.

He'd immediately stomp over to you, aghast, because what in all the names of the Lazarus Pit are you doing here?! He'd been stalking you for weeks from afar! He was a master of stealth!! How did you even manage--

I- what? No, he does not like your outfit! It's rather spiffy, you say? HE DOESN'T CARE! THAT'S THE LAST THING HE'S THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?? How did you even GET IN??

He's steaming and flustered while also trying to not make a scene because the place is crawling with socialites and high society aristocrats whereas you're cool, calm, charming, blending in too well as you down your own drink. [It's icy apple juice.] and just, bamboozles him further.

'Excellent year,' you suddenly say rather seriously, peering down into your glass of icy apple juice with an impressed expression, effectively cutting off Damian, who was in the middle of a hushed, barely watered down tirade.

Y'all stare at each other for all of two nanoseconds and the events happen as follows:

you turn a bottle of iced apple cider to Damian (where did you even manage to nab one?), pointedly at the label to further explain your comment,

he slaps it out of your hand in a rush of overwhelming emotion and thereby catches the attention of everyone within y'all's general vicinity,

BOOM - you're both circled out and being stared down from all sides.

Damian wants to crawl in a hole and die, maybe.

You raise your hand and twiddle your fingers in a sweet wave and- you- that's when he sees it-

Sparkles. Real, genuine, sparkles. Come right out from your fingertips.

Damian is at a loss while you suddenly garner an audience!! An applauding audience!!! What the hell is going on-?

You disappear in a puff of smoke! Oh my!!

And in a grandiose puff of sparkles and thematic smoke (it's like regular smoke but cooler), you reappear with a flourish on the stage on the other side of the room! Thereby catching everyone's attention.

"Good eveninggggg, my fellow Gothamites! Wowza, I see some sexy faces here tonight! *twirls magician's hat and releases an entire army of butterflies* Enchanted to see you all! I'm (Name) and I'm your prime rib for the night! (cue pulling a whole ass pig, cute and with a bowtie, out from the inside of your coat) Or so to speak!"

Gasps and claps arise from the audience!

Damian is terse, a little terrified, and a little impressed. And he watches the entire time as you pull off a literal magic show! An interactive one, too!

Afterwards, you stand in front of an enchanted crowd and bow with a proper flourish; when you peek out over the rim of your hat, you make direct eye contact with Damian, a mischievous smile playing at your lips.

A proper introduction for you, your Highness? - echoes in his mind. Magic.

That's when he knows. He knows, he's in for a wild ride.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'VE STARTED AND NOW I CANT GET ENOUGHHHHHH OMGGGGGGGG

(Also! Dick would totally be gushing over y'all all the time. His baby wing made friends! And such Good Ones too!! Awwwww! <33)

(And Damian just snaps at him to be quiet, orrrr frowns from where he's trapped in between you and Jon in a group hug. He secretly, not-so-secretly loves it.)

[toxickeyboard]

Guys I absolutely DO NOT end every imaginary song animation of John and Garcia with them hugging, GUYS I WOULD NEVER (/sarc)

[savagebeautyqueen]

[koolroow]

my mom and dad, my brother in his devotion. I dealt my divinity to not

[gothamite-rambler]

Diana, six months into her pregnancy, rushed into the office where Batman and Superman were waiting. She nervously tossed Batman her ringing cell phone.

Diana: I’m not here! I’m not here! When you answer, tell her I am not here!

Superman (reading his book): I'm not talking to her.

Batman (judgmental tone): Ah, yes cause Colleen Hoover is so much more important.

Diana: Would you just answer the phone, she's going to keep calling until I give her an excuse to give me space!

Batman answered the phone, greeted by Hippolyta yelling.

Batman (stoically): Yeah… I’m fine… I’ve stayed away from your daughter… yes, I know you’d break my hands if I touched her romantically… You want to talk to her?

Diana shook her head and waved her hands insistently.

Batman: She’s right in front of me. She doesn't want to talk to you.... Oh yeah, I can hand her the phone… Diana, it’s for you!

Diana: You son of a bitch!

Hippolyta (voice loud even off speaker): Don’t you cuss at him, Diana! We need to discuss your future daughter and the male’s role as a father! Plus stop ignoring my calls I'm going to be a grandma soon!

Diana: …

Hippolyta: You may be hundreds of years old, but I’m over a thousand! I can punish you if you don’t talk to me!

Diana: Give me the dang phone!

Diana snatched the phone back.

She stormed out of the office, smacking Batman on the back of his cowl. He chuckled, covering his mouth, while Superman shook his head, amused, and returned to reading his Colleen Hoover novel.

Batman: Game recognizes game. I’d say the same thing to my sons.

Superman: Of course you would. You too are a parent with a God complex, just the male version.

Batman: That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.

Wonder Woman (shouting on the phone): I’m not naming her Kore!

[beingmyself1991]

HARMONY WITHIN: EMBRACING THE SHADOW SELF AND ACHIEVING YIN-YANG BALANCE

Embracing one's shadow self or lower self is a profound journey towards self-discovery and achieving a balanced, yin-yang existence. This concept is intricately linked to Eckankar's notion of Kal, emphasizing the importance of acknowledging and integrating the darker aspects of our personality for holistic spiritual growth.

The shadow self, a term popularized by Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung, refers to the unconscious, repressed aspects of an individual's personality. These facets often contain traits, desires, or emotions that society deems undesirable or negative. In contrast, the lower self, in various spiritual traditions including Eckankar, represents the aspects of our nature that are not aligned with higher spiritual principles. Both concepts delve into the often-overlooked dimensions of the self, inviting individuals to confront and understand these darker aspects.

Eckankar's Kal, as a representation of the lower self, encourages practitioners to explore and embrace these shadowy elements. The process involves acknowledging and integrating aspects of ourselves that we might typically disown or ignore. Rather than suppressing these elements, the approach is to shine a light on them, understanding that they too play a crucial role in our overall spiritual evolution.

To become a balanced yin-yang being, one must recognize that the interplay of light and shadow contributes to the richness and complexity of our existence. The concept of yin and yang, originating from Chinese philosophy, symbolizes the interconnected and complementary nature of opposites. Embracing the shadow self is akin to acknowledging the yin within the yang, recognizing that both light and darkness coexist within every individual.

The journey toward embracing the shadow self requires self-reflection, introspection, and a willingness to confront discomfort. It involves exploring aspects of ourselves that may have been hidden due to societal conditioning or personal judgment. By shining a light on these shadowy corners, individuals can gain a deeper understanding of their motivations, fears, and unresolved issues.

The integration of the shadow self is not an endorsement of negative behavior but a process of transforming and transmuting these aspects into sources of wisdom and strength. By embracing the shadow, individuals become more self-aware, gaining a holistic view of their psyche. This process fosters personal growth, resilience, and a greater capacity for empathy towards oneself and others.

Eckankar's Kal, in this context, serves as a guide through the exploration of the lower self. It encourages practitioners to navigate the complexities of their own psyche, promoting self-acceptance and inner harmony. The goal is not to eliminate the shadow but to integrate it into the larger tapestry of the self, recognizing its role in the broader spiritual journey.

In the yin-yang framework, the balanced individual embraces both the light and dark aspects of their being. This balance is not about suppressing or eradicating one side but acknowledging the inherent duality within. By harmonizing the opposites, individuals cultivate a sense of equilibrium, resilience, and authenticity.

In conclusion, the journey of embracing one's shadow self, guided by Eckankar's Kal and the philosophy of yin and yang, is a transformative process. It calls for courage, self-reflection, and a commitment to understanding the intricacies of our own nature. By integrating the shadow, individuals move towards a balanced existence, embodying the harmonious interplay of light and dark within the vast landscape of their own being.

[ellswritings]

Shake It For Me

Cody Rhodes x Reader

TW: Country music (ik ik, I’m sorry. It’s cute tho I promise), cursing, men who can’t take no for an answer, Cody being possessive/protective, foul language, some spiciness (2/10), neck kissing, I think that’s it…

Tags: @reebs-luvs-rhodes-and-wrestling

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Nashville Tennessee.

One of Y/N’s favorite places to be. Whenever she saw that they would be putting on a show in Music City, she couldn’t help but smile. It was one of the only other places she would consider living in besides her hometown. The people are amazing, the food is phenomenal, the sights are beautiful, and even though she would never admit it out loud, country music is her guilty pleasure.

When the plane landed earlier that day, she was practically buzzing with excitement. Everyone in the locker room watched her with amusement as she went through the entire day with a huge smile on her face. Her energy was so contagious that she managed to convince even the people who usually don’t like going out after shows to go out with them to the bar.

Cody watched his best friend with nothing but adoration and enthusiasm. He loves seeing her like this, so in her element. He spent the entire day before the show with her, allowing her to drag him to all of her favorite places. Broadway Street, her favorite hole-in-the-wall barbecue joint, the boot shop she always stopped at even though she already had a closet full of cowboy boots. They decided to sight see while they could since they had to spend the entirety of their Friday at the arena for SmackDown.

It was already pretty late after the show ended and the talent was released, but she was determined to go out to the bar. She had her outfit for the night packed in her gym bag and everything. A sparkly red top, cut off shorts, and a nice pair of brown cowboy boots. She looked like a native to the city. Even with exhaustion swirling around inside them, simply seeing the bright smile on her face was enough to get everyone to the bar she had found.

It was one of the most lovely honky tonk bars in Nashville. People were eating, talking, dancing, and drinking. It carried a wholesome feeling where tourists and locals could come together just to enjoy their evening. It was a safe place where everyone could soak in the neon lights and whiskey-heavy air.

And Y/N was absolutely thriving.

Cody, on the other hand, was just along for the ride.

It's not that he didn’t want to be there. He always went out with Y/N after shows when she wanted to go. Sometimes they would simply go back to their shared hotel room and watch a movie, or they’d do a little snack run to a local gas station and sit up talking, it all just depended. But the two of them always ended up sharing a hotel room whenever going anywhere, so they usually drove and stuck together when going out.

He had a beer in his grip, the condensation of the glass hitting the soft skin of his hand due to the humidity in the air. His drink was mostly untouched, only a sip here and there. They planned on calling an uber when it came time to leave, but something inside of him told him not to drink. He leaned against the bar nodding along to whatever Josh and Jon were saying to one another. He wishes he could say he was paying attention, but truthfully, he wasn’t. His eyes kept flickering to Y/N.

She managed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. From conversations and laughing with Rebecca (Becky Lynch), to taking tequila shots with Bianca and Trinity, and even dancing to the beat while she talked animatedly to Kevin and Rami. She fit right into the lively scene, looked like she was exactly where she belonged standing under the flashing lights.

Cody always knew she loved nights out like this. Where it was everyone just enjoying their time, not worried about catching an early flight or interviews. She said it felt like a family outing, and with all of them being on the road so much and being away from home, it was nice to have a makeshift family here.

There was just something different about seeing her here though. Seeing her in her true element, completely in her zone, having all the fun in the world. It was nice seeing her so carefree. Y/N has a tendency of carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. She takes on her own burdens along with everyone else’s, because that’s just who she is. She loves everyone and would do anything to help.

That’s what drew him to her in the first place. They’ve been friends since his ‘Dashing’ Cody Rhodes phase. Even when he left WWE, she was the one person who consistently kept in touch with him, who went out of her way to visit him in Atlanta, who came to see his shows when he was in AEW, who never missed a birthday or important milestone in his life. She even threw him a huge welcome back party when he returned to WWE. Y/N stood by his side always. She truly was his best and closest friend.

“You know… you got a bit of a staring problem.”

Cody blinked, turning his head over to Colby who took the empty seat next to Josh and Jon. The twins snicker at the man’s joke causing Cody to roll his eyes playfully. The knowing smirk on his three friends' faces makes him sigh, pushing his beer further away from him.

“I do not,” he denies smoothly, keeping his face stoic. He tries to cover up his reaction by retaining an unbothered tone, but glass is harder to see through.

“Uh-huh,” Colby nods mockingly, taking a sip of his own drink. “Anyone who’s glanced your way knows those baby blues have been on her since we got here.”

“He’s got a point,” Jon jumps in with a menacing grin. “You like lookin’ at her so much, why don’t you just… I don’t know– hang out with her?” He quips sassily.

“I am hanging out with her,” Cody tells them. “She’s just having fun with other people too. I don’t need to suffocate her all the time.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Josh chuckles. “Don’t y’all practically live together? Stayin’ in the same hotel rooms n’ shit. Woulda thought you’d be attached at the hip tonight. ‘Specially after her win against Natalya.”

“I’m just letting her enjoy her night,” Cody tries to laugh it off. “Damn. It’s almost like you want me to be following her around.”

“It is entertaining watching you trail her like a puppy dog,” Colby laughs obnoxiously, Cody lightly smacking his arm.

“I don’t follow her around.”

“Sure, man,” Colby pats his back, getting up to go bother his wife. “Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Cody ignores him, but he does force himself to look away from Y/N. It makes him uneasy taking his eyes off of her. Despite Y/N knowing Nashville like the back of her hand, neither of them are from here. It’s a city filled with strange people that they don’t know. Anything could happen and it makes him shift uncomfortably. It takes about five minutes before he finally caves and turns back around to find her.

That’s when the music shifts.

It’s a newer song that she showed him in the car a few months ago. “A Bar Song (Tipsy)” by Shaboozey. He remembers her mentioning there was a line dance that accompanied the tune, but they never had enough time for her to teach it to him.

He watches as Y/N’s face lights up. She excitedly shakes Bianca’s arm, a small squeal escaping her lips. “C’mon, I know this one!” She exclaims, trying ot pull the EST onto the dance floor.

Biance laughs but shakes her head, “You pick the one damn dance I don’t know.”

“I can show it to you,” Y/N pleads. “Please, please, please, please…” she folds her hands together beggingly.

“Just go do it,” Bianca encourages her. “I’ll join you on the next one.”

This 9 to 5 ain’t working

So why the hell do I work so hard

Y/N huffs with a small pout but nonetheless runs out to the dance floor. She hops in the front of the line, quickly picking up where everyone else is already at. Cody barely noticed that she had gone, he knew it was only a matter of time before she ended up on the dance floor. It’s her thing. But just because he wasn’t looking at her, doesn’t mean everyone else wasn’t.

A low whistle is heard from Austin Theory as Grayson Waller’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Damn…” Theory sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Look at her!” He claps loudly. “Go L/N, go!”

“Man, I didn’t even know Y/N had that in her,” Grayson adds.

Cody frowns, his grip on his beer tightening. He knows their comments don’t mean anything, but it annoys him sufficiently hearing anyone comment on his best friend. “Had what in her?” He asks with a small sigh.

“Dude,” Austin snorts, gesturing over to the front of the bar, “Just look.”

So, he did.

He turns, glancing back to where he was just looking. She had just gotten in line for the dance, but when his eyes find her again– fuck. He wasn’t at all prepared to see what he does when he sees her dancing form.

One, here comes the two to the three to the four

Tell 'em bring another out, we need plenty more

Two steppin' on the table, she don't need a dancefloor

Oh my, good Lord

People were lining up all around her. It’s not hard to see that she became the center of attention in a very short amount of time. Her movements are so fluid, like she’s secretly been a professional dancer this entire time rather than a wrestler. Her feet move perfectly in time with the beat, her hips matching the upbeat rhythm. It sends Cody’s mind spinning as he tries to keep up with her movements, but it’s almost impossible. All he sees is a blur of sparkling red and the clack of her heeled boots.

Every step she takes, every spin, every heel touch is deliberate. She knows the hold she has on the entire bar. Everyone is either watching her to pick up on the steps or simply just to stare. Her movements are completely effortless yet… dangerous.

Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey

They know me and Jack Daniels got a history

There's a party downtown near Fifth Street

Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy

Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy

Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy

She adds one extra step that clearly wasn’t originally in the choreography. She spins, dropping low to the ground which makes something catch in the American Nightmare’s throat. He clenches his beer even more than he was before. Because– holy shit.

He’d never seen her in this light before.

He always knew she was beautiful. Just because he’s her best friend doesn’t mean he’s blind. He’s aware of how easily she could turn heads. Her mere presence gains attention no matter where she goes. But this? This is something else. Something that made his stomach tighten in a way he wasn’t sure he wanted to acknowledge.

But his trance is quickly broken when he notices a guy slowly finding his way towards Y/N. Cody’s icy stare locks onto the approaching threat. The stranger clearly thinks he’s slick, that no one can see what he’s doing, but Cody did. He saw his intentions from clear across the bar. He tries to fit in with the large crowd, dancing his way towards the front unil he finally reaches his destination.

Y/N.

Cody stiffens as he watches he man lean forward, whispering something into Y/N’s ear. She laughs at whatever it was– not the kind of laugh she gives Cody whenever he tells her a joke, but a polite, dismissive one. One that should have communicated she didn’t want to have a conversation.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

Y/N fights the urge to roll her eyes. This is the exact reason why she wanted Bianca to come out onto the floor with her. It’s easier to get rid of over zealous guys when she has back up. She doesn’t usually like to cause confrontation, especially on the night’s where she gets to go out, but she’s not afraid of it. She just really didn’t want to engage or cause a scene if she she could avoid it. She doesn’t have to ruin his night, and he doesn’t have to ruin hers. Hopefully he knows how to take a hint.

“Yeah, I’m in town visiting for the weekend,” she replies in a clipped tone. “So, if you’ll excuse me.”

She tries to dance away from him, but he doesn’t back down. Y/N can already feel the upcoming conversation and she knows the stranger isn’t going to take her bruising his ego very lightly. She ried to make a graceful escape, but he clearly couldn’t take that for an answer.

“Visitng, huh?” He licks his bottom lip, his movements sloppy in comparison to hers. “What for?”

“Work.” Once again her answer is cut and dry, not revealing too much about herself, showing she has no interest in continuing the conversation.

“Well, what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you do for work?” He inches closer to her, his head dipping down closer to her neck. She can smell the cheap bourbon on his breath and it makes her eye twitch. She tries to take a blatant step forward to get out of the situation. At this point she just wants off the dance floor even though the song isn’t over yet. “Oh c’mon darlin’, where you goin’?” He moves to try and grab her waist. “I’m just tryin’ to get to know you.”

Y/N grabs his wrist, not tight enough to hurt him, but firm enough to get her message across. “Don’t touch me,” she says stiffly. “Find someone else to bother.”

If she wanted to, she could lay him out across the bar floor in a second. She’s taken down women who are bigger than him, but again, she doesn’t feel the need to cause a scene and get herself kicked out of the bar. Especially when it was her idea to go out. She doesn’t want to ruin her friends’ night over some guy who can’t keep his hands to himself.

“You really gonna be like that?” He deepens his voice to try and make himself sound more intimidating. He shrugs, “That’s all right. I don’t mind a little game of cat n’ mouse.”

Y/N sighs. It’s almost like he begins to move in slow motion. She can see his hands are now trying to skim far too low for comfort. She braces herself to get kicked out of the bar for breaking the guy's nose when suddenly a familiar arm coils itself around her waist, pulling her into his chest. In an instant her senses are flooded with the familiar addictive mix of woodsy cologne, clean aftershave, and a hint of warm leather.

Cody.

He lowers his head, his lips ghosting across her neck as he glares daggers into the man in front of them. He places chaste kisses along her skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. It’s a clear claim of what’s his. A silent warning.

The strange man looks startled by Cody’s appearance. Y/N has to admit that she’s a bit surprised herself. One minute he was lounging at the bar with the guys and the next he’s behind her, his hands griping her hips like a vice. Not that she could dwell on it for long as her mind is fogged by his intoxicating presence. She finds herself leaning into his touch, her head falling against his chest. Normally, she would be more considerate, not being so touchy with her best friend, but there’s something about the possessiveness in his stance that makes her forget he’s her best friend in the first place.

The man blinks, clearly thrown by the way Y/N immediately reacted to Cody, “Uh–”

“She’s not interested,” Cody said flatly. His voice was calm. Too calm.

He scoffs, probably feeling emasculated by the way Cody doubles his size just in muscle. “I don’t see her complainin’ about me being here.”

Cody’s grip on her tightens, “That’s because she doesn’t have to.”

The guy looks like he’s about to say something again, but he’s startled by Y/N suddenly letting out a breahy moan. That’s when he notices Cody full on nipping at Y/N’s neck, leaving marks over her soft skin. Y/N is so lost in the feeling of Cody Rhodes that she doesn’t even realize the guy had left. He had muttered something under his breath that neither of them caught before finally taking off.

Y/N giggles, “He’s gone…” she says teasingly. “You can stop that now.” Not that puts forth any effort to move away from him.

Cody barely looks up, keeping her flush against him, “Y’know… I think I’m good where I’m at,” he mumbles.

Y/N smiles, turning in his arms in order to face him. She loops her arms around his neck, amusement dancing in her eyes. “So, what? You just decided to mosey on over here and stake your claim?” She pokes fun at his show of possessiveness.

Cody smirks, enjoying the new view of her face, “Just figured you could use a better dance partner.”

Her eyes light up, “Oh?” She grins, her fingers lacing through his bright blonde locks. “And you think you’re up for that?”

Cody admires the way the light dances on her face for a moment before smiling softly, “Why don’t you teach me?”

The flirty tension disappears for a moment and all she feels is pure love for the man in front of her. Her face is overtaken with excitement as she grabs his hands and places them exactly where she wants them.

“You ever tried swing dancing before?” She asks him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He raises an eyebrow, “No… But I’ve heard of it.”

“Well, saddle up cowboy,” she says in the worst southern accent he’s ever heard. “ ‘Cause I’m about to take your ass for a ride.”

“Country Girl (Shake It For Me)” blasts through the bar as Y/N begins the dance. Other people are participating in the designated line dance for the song which looks about just as complicated as what Y/N was trying to show him.

“Normally the guy leads, but since you’re a newbie, I’ll take the reins,” she says with a cocky smirk that makes Cody roll his eyes. “Just don’t fight me, okay? I’ll give you a little nudge every time I want you to move. Just follow my lead.”

Got a little boom in my big truck

Gonna open up the doors and turn it up

Gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud

Gonna watch you make me fall in love

Get up on the hood of my daddy's tractor

Up on the tool box, it don't matter

Down on the tailgate

Girl I can't wait

To watch you do your thing

Cody is slightly taken aback by how quick paced the dance moves. He watches in awe as Y/N leads him through the dance, but somehow makes it seem like it’s him doing all the work. She spins herself outwards before flinging herself back into him, hooking her leg around his to slide down. He squats down slightly with her, following along closely.

Y/N grins, “Look at you, cassanova,” she says teasingly. “You’re a natural.”

“I’ve got a good teacher,” he fires back, his tone gravelly and his eyes solely focused on her.

Shake it for the young bucks sittin' in the honky-tonks

For the rednecks rockin' 'til the break of dawn

The DJ spinnin' that country song

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees

Shake it for the catfish swimmin' down deep in the creek

For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels

Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl

Y/N lets out a small yelp as Cody spins her rapidly under his arm before dipping her in time with the beat drop. She raises her eyebrows as he pulls her back up, suddenly taking control from her as they keep dancing. She nods her head, “Not bad…” she teases. “But don’t get too cocky.”

Cody hums, his grip tightening just enough to send a shiver up her spine. Without warning, he practically threw her outwards before pulling her back in, having her jump in the air and into his arms. Her legs are tucked under his bicep as he uses the momentum to rock forward before launching her back out onto the floor. Y/N feels the breath leave her lungs, not knowing how he picked up on such an advanced move so fast. She exhales shakily as they continue to dance.

“Show off,” she breathes out, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself.

He chuckles, his face mere inches from hers. “You walked right into that one.”

“I’m starting to think maybe you have done this before,” Y/N raises a suspicious brow.

“And why would I lie to you?” Cody asks her with a small smile.

“So I would be more impressed when you pulled something like that,” She titles her head, once again spinning under his arm.

Now dance, like a dandelion

In the wind on the hill underneath the pines

Yeah, move like the river flows

Feel the kick drum down deep in your toes

All I wanna do is get to holdin' you

And get to knowin' you

And get to showin' you

And get to lovin' you

'Fore the night is through

Baby, you know what to do

“Ever think maybe I’m just a fast learner?” He counters with his signature half-smile.

“Hmm,” Y/N looks him up and down, still not convinced in he sliightest. “You may pick certain things up quickly, Rhodes, but that foot work tells me you have some experience.” She nods towards his boot-clad feet that are moving far too smoothly for it to be his first time.

He sighs dramatically, his smile growing. “All right, all right…” his sparkling orbs meet hers. “You caught me.”

Y/N scoffs loudly as he dips her and swings her body up. She squeezes his hand as a way to scold him, “Why didn’t you just tell me you knew how to swing?”

Cody’s eyes soften as he looks at her. The way her eyes glimmer under the light of the bar. The way her posture is more relaxed than usual due to the small amounts of alcohol circulating through her system. She looks free, comfortable even. Seeing her here compared to at work, it’s nice. Watching her be able to let go.

“...Maybe I did just want to impress you,” he admits quietly.

Y/N’s heart flutters at the confession. She shoots him a dopey smile of her own, her hand moving before her brain can register. She cups the side of his face as they continue dancing to the beat of the next song that starts to play. “You always impress me, Rhodes…” she says tenderly. “You don’t even have to try. You’ve been impressing me since your ‘Dashing’ days.”

Cody laughs, his chest rumbling with the melody of his own voice. Y/N’s always loved the sound of his laugh. It’s more satisfying to hear than the music blasting through the speakers around them. “You mean that?”

“Of course,” Y/N laughs like it’s the most incredulous thing she’s ever been asked. “You’re always finding new ways to keep me on my toes.”

He leans into her touch, her hand never leaving his face. His fingers trace small circles onto the small amount of exposed skin between her top and shorts. He’s never felt more comfortable in his life. The way their bodies move perfectly in sync, the trail of chills he leaves whenever he moves his hands to a different location. The way his own heart rate speeds up when she lightly fiddles with the ends of his hair.

At this point, they both knew what they did to each other.

And it was about time they both stopped acting like it didn’t affect them.

This wouldn’t be the first time one of them got a little too possessive over the other. Y/N would never admit to it, but she’s interjected herself into many conversations Cody has had with other females who got a little too close for comfort. Cody did the same. He remembered a specific moment when Damian Priest tried his hand at flirting with her, and all Cody remembers was seeing red before he was suddenly pulling Y/N away with some fake emergency he came up with.

They both chalked it up to friendly behavior, using the excuse that no one was good enough for the other. And they did truly believe that, but not for unselfish reasons. It’s because they believed the only person meant for the other was each other.

“Y’know, you say that, but then you’re the one out here pulling out crazy dance moves that I didn’t even know you could do,” he whispers in her ear as she spins around. Her back is now flushly pressed against his chest. His breath hitches when she rolls her hips at just the right time with the perfect amount of pressure. “I mean… why did you never tell me you could move like this?”

Y/N leans her head to look back up at him, looping her hands around his neck. “You never asked.”

Cody leans down to whisper in her ear, his smile growing when she pushes herself impossibly closer to him. “You’ll have to show me what else you’re hiding when we get back to the hotel…”

“You askin’ for private dance lessons, Rhodes?” Y/N grins teasingly.

“Obviously,” Cody scoffs out even though both of them know that is nowhere near what he meant. “I might have some basic swing experience, but I’ve clearly got some catching up to do if I’m gonna be your new dance partner.”

“That’s a big commitment…” Y/N warns. Cody is now suddenly aware of how close her face is to his. Her lips are ghosting his, the smell of tequila and minty gum infiltrating his senses. “You sure you’re up for the challenge?”

“As long as you’re willing to keep me around,” he replies, somehow managing to inch closer to her, noses brushing against each other.

“I’ve managed to keep you on a leash for this long,” she smiles. “I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon...”

And with that, she closes the gap between them, her lips colliding with his. The kiss is tender and full of yearning. After years of unspoken tensions and pretending to be just friends, it has to be the most satisfying thing in the world to feel one another in this capacity. Y/N shifts, turning around to fully face him, lips only separating for a split second before she’s back on him.

The entire bar around them fades as Cody wraps his arms around her waist. He pulls her into him, embracing her in the way he’s always wanted to. Words couldn’t convey everything that this kiss does. They know exactly what the other is thinking, what they want to say, simply by the way their mouths move in sync.

Y/N smiles against his lips, her own giddiness getting the best of her. Cody pulls back slightly, pressing his forehead to hers, “What are you smiling like that for, huh?”

Y/N rolls her eyes and tries to push him away but he doesn’t let her move even a centimeter further. “Nuh uh,” he teases. “Who’s got you smiling like that?”

Y/N huffs, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet, “You already know why, asshole.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I wanna hear you say it,” he raises an expectant eyebrow. “So I’ll ask again…” he leans forward, “why are you smiling?”

She’s never been able to fight the influence his perfectly blue eyes have on her. Any time he flashed those icy irises in her direction, she knew she was a goner. Reluctantly, she sighs, “Because of you…”

His cocky smirk returns, “Yeah? Because of me?”

Y/N wants to wipe the smugness of his face, but she can’t help finding it endearing, “Yes. Because of you.”

“Well, shit…” he smiles goofily. “If I would’ve known I could make you smile like that I would’ve kissed you sooner.”

“Oh shut up,” she scoffs out a laugh before grabbing his collar and pulling him into once more, connecting her lips with his again.

Now this time both of them are smiling and anyone looking at them knows those dopey smiles aren’t fading anytime soon. The line of friendship that was once between them has been completely obliterated. There was no going back from this.

And it’s clear, neither of them wanted to.

[pixieswashere]

I need art of this, this is fluffing wholesome

MelJaySkyVik pet AU

Viktor: stray cat, wandering roofs all nighter

Jayce: labrador that acts like a lap dog

Mel: Bengal cat, very elegant and domestic

Sky: Maltipoo, cute and lovely

[anthurak]

You know sometimes you just really have to respect the 'cascade effect' that sometimes happens with multi-shipping that leads to polycules.

Like we start with Charlie/Vaggie; cute, sweet, dramatic, wholesome, badass, what's not to love?

Then Emily enters the picture and just has amazing chemistry with Charlie AND we get jealous Vaggie to boot!

So at that point we just HAVE to 'Charlie has Two Hands' this, and really it's easy to imagine Vaggie and Emily getting along great, especially if Emily were to also become a Fallen Angel.

And on top of that, we've got hints of Emily potentially paralleling Eve to Charlie's and Vaggie's Lucifer and Lilith, such as Charlie opening Emily's eyes to the forbidden truth of the world just as Lucifer did with Eve. And with Lucifer confirming that Lilith, Eve and himself were a thing in the finale, we've got the Charlie/Vaggie/Emily 'Unholy Trinity' all good to go!

And then it's just so easy to imagine Lute having one of those hyper-repressed, homophobic hate-crushes on Vaggie, and from that it's easy to imagine that they used to have a 'thing' going on and now they've got a whole '(not)lovers-to-enemies' thing.

And if Charlie, Vaggie and Emily are paralleling Lucifer, Lilith and Eve, then it's all too easy to imagine Lute being their parallel to Adam. Which in turn makes it just as easy to picture Lute trying to rebound in a totally-no-homo way on Emily just as Adam did with Eve after Lilith left him. Only for Emily to leave Lute for Charlie and Vaggie just as Eve did with Lucifer and Lilith. Meaning that we've got another (not)lovers-to-enemies thing going!

And you know, with how the whole 'I am going to FUCK you' bit created the Lucifer/Adam ship, it's really only fair to have Charlie and Lute follow in kind...

So anyway, that's why I'm shipping Charlie/Vaggie/Emily/Lute now XD

Or as I like to call it: the REAL 'Charlie's Angels'. You know, because there's actually three angels now.

[holyblonded]

estrella's interactions with her USWNT teammates?? in particular alex morgan before she retired, the triple espresso, tierna (since tierna is the only out queer woman besides her), and horan.

(in fact, I can imagine estrella and horan having a 'tough love' friendship since horan plays for lyon)

— yes i love estrella and the uswnt! i think i got a bit carried away and off topic i love the way you wrote the request. it’s extremely satisfying to me

— alex morgan is like the cool older sister estrella never asked for but definitely needed. at first, alex wasn’t sure what to make of estrella’s… estrella-ness, but after seeing her play and realizing she was, in fact, a menace both on and off the field, she just accepted it. estrella, in return, loves to test alex’s patience.

— “alex, when are you gonna let me babysit charlie?”

— “never.”

— “but why?”

— “because you’re you.”

— “okay, but hear me out—”

— “no.”

— estrella adores charlie, though, and anytime alex brings her to camp, she and estrella are practically glued together. charlie calls her “es,” and estrella melts every time.

— estrella fits into the triple espresso dynamic a little too well. she’s like the unofficial fourth member, always hyping them up while also being a complete menace.

— “look at my three favorite goal-scoring machines,” estrella grins, throwing her arms around trinity and sophia. “how does it feel to be the second, third, and fourth best talents on the team?”

— mallory deadpans, “who’s first?”

— “me, obviously.”

— trinity tries to fight estrella at least once per camp. not in a serious way, just in a “you are getting on my last nerve” sister type way. estrella always dodges and takes off running.

— “you talk too much,” trinity huffs after estrella has been chirping all practice.

— “you love it,” estrella grins.

— “i actually don’t.”

— mallory is the one who tries to keep them all in check, but even she has her limits. one time, she caught estrella and trinity trying to prank sophia by putting hot sauce in her recovery drink.

— “i’m leaving,” mallory announced.

— “mal, come on, don’t you want to see what happens?” estrella pleaded.

— “no. because when soph hunts you both down, i refuse to be collateral damage.”

— estrella and sophia have a weirdly wholesome relationship. sophia is one of the few who doesn’t take estrella’s bait, which only makes estrella try harder.

— “soph, rate my skills from 1 to 10.”

— “7.”

— “wow. okay. brutal.”

— “you asked.”

— estrella is always hyping them up in training and games, especially trinity, because she loves the chaos.

— “GET HER, TRIN!” estrella yells from the sidelines.

— “i am, shut up!”

— when they’re all on the field together, it’s pure destruction. the four of them pressing high, causing havoc, and running at defenses is every defender’s worst nightmare.

— “we are actually terrifying,” estrella says proudly after a 4-0 win.

— “unstoppable,” sophia nods.

— “lethal,” trinity smirks.

— mallory sighs. “a problem.”

— estrella just grins. “the best kind.”

— tierna is probably the only one who truly understands estrella on a deeper level. being two of the few openly queer players on the team, there’s an unspoken understanding between them. estrella actually lets her guard down around tierna, even if she won’t admit it.

— “how’s soleil?”

— “fine,” estrella shrugs.

— “you’re smiling.”

— “no, i’m not.”

— “you literally are.”

— “shut up.”

— tierna is one of the few people who can actually get estrella to sit down and be serious when she needs to. she’s also one of the only people estrella listens to when she gets too hot-headed on the pitch.

— “breathe,” tierna reminds her after a particularly frustrating game. estrella huffs but nods.

— “you’re right.”

— “i always am.”

— estrella groans. “you just had to ruin the moment, didn’t you?”

— lindsey horan and estrella are the definition of a tough love friendship. lindsey does not take estrella’s nonsense, and estrella loves testing lindsey’s patience.

— “why are you looking at me like that?” estrella asks one day.

— “like what?”

— “like you want to strangle me.”

— “because i do.”

— estrella grins. “aw, you love me.”

— “i really don’t.”

— lindsey is one of the few who can actually put estrella in her place. when estrella’s ego gets a little too big, lindsey is right there to humble her.

— “you’re not that special.”

— “yes, i am,” estrella says without hesitation.

— “you play in spain. come to lyon, and we’ll see.”

— “never.”

— estrella would never admit it, but she actually looks up to lindsey a lot. when things get tough, lindsey is one of the first people she goes to for advice, even if she pretends she’s too cool for it.

— at the end of the day, estrella’s dynamic with the USWNT is equal parts chaos and genuine admiration. she pushes buttons, causes trouble, and makes everyone laugh, but when it’s time to show up, she gives everything for the crest. and no matter how much they pretend to be annoyed, her teammates wouldn’t have it any other way.