#there's more tomorrow or tuesday

[theanticool]

Ring of Fire: Undisputed Heavyweight Championship

Even I can't deny there is no prize in sports like being the heavyweight champion of the world. While the quality of the division has ebbed and flowed with time, the mystique and allure of the heavyweight champion has never faltered. There are few prizes that so intimately tie you to the the history of the sport like being called the heavyweight champion. It ties you to monumental sports figures such as Mike Tyson, Joe Frazier, Joe Louis, Rocky Marciano, Jack Johnson, George Foreman, and Muhammad Ali. People who have transcended the sport of boxing and are just widely known outside the sport. Being a part of that lineage ties you to some of the most significant athletes the modern world has ever had.

So when Oleksandr Usyk and Tyson Fury face off this Saturday (May 18th) to determine who is the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world, they are bringing all of that history with them into the ring with them.

Undisputed - a quick explainer

One of the little secrets that many non-boxing fans don’t know is that there has never been a singular heavyweight title (or any weight class) in boxing. Titles are conferred by organizations called sanctioning bodies. The title of undisputed goes to the boxer that has won all major titles in a weight class at the same time. Men like Muhammad Ali was the undisputed heavyweight champion in the 2 belt era of boxing (WBA and WBC) while Mike Tyson was undisputed in the 3 belt era (WBA, WBC, and IBF). The last undisputed heavyweight champion was Lennox Lewis back in 2000,another in the 3-belt era. It’s a hard feat that involves not just skill, but a lot of political maneuvering and money being thrown around to make it happen. 

Currently, there are four major sanctioning bodies: WBC, WBA, IBF, and WBO. No individual belt is technically worth more than any other, but having one signifies you are one of the very best in the world at your weight class. The winner of Usyk-Fury will be the first heavyweight to ever win all four belts.

[l3viat8an]

Asmo walking in on MC masturbating whatever will he do 🥴 -💖 

Nsfw!

Imo- Asmo’s going to have some fun ‘n play with you for as long as he can~

Asmo already knows exactly what you’re doing when he walked in. The lust rolling off you in waves feels sooo good already. His eyes slowly taking in your body, stopping between your legs and watching the way you quickly try to cover yourself and giggling, “Don’t stop now, sweetie~” I mean- he’s here to join you ofc!!- But first he wants to watch you cum on your own fingers. So just relax and go back to what you were doing.

It won’t matter what you do. No matter how much you whine ‘n beg for him to just fuck you because this is embarrassing, not even the adorable pout on your face can convince him. Asmo’s self control is honestly so impressive when he’s playing with you~

He grabs the chair from by your desk and puts it by the foot-end of your bed, making sure you can see him and he can see all of you~

Slipping his pants down just enough to pull his cock free, he sits there lazily pumping his hand up and down, rubbing his thumb over the tip and smearing his pre-cum, all slow teasing touches even on himself.

As your moans get louder Asmo smiles at you and says, “sweetheart~ I need to see you come first, before I can touch you. But I promise you, you’ll feel amazing~” the last word trails off in a soft moan as he watches your fingers work at your clit.

This is like a game for him, a simple one to see who can last longer and he knows it’ll be him. He knows you’re going to break down even more, turning into a whimpering mess. it’s obvious because you’re already making those adorable little noise for him. Soft gasps of his name, begging for him, for whatever he’ll give you and he hasn’t even touched you yet-

It’s all going straight to his cock, and yet he’s still confident he’s going to outlast you. After all it always feels even better when he gets to fuck you after a couple of orgasms, although, usually he would have helped you with those-

He thinks he’ll go slow this time, he wants to have you rutting against him with the same desperation you’re grinding against your own hand with….you just have to make yourself cum. Simple <3

[koushuwu]

Daiya no Ace Act II Ed Chance! by Suzuko Mimori

[starlightvld]

"Simon falls to his knees in front of John and rests his hands on the backs of John's calves. His eyes are like nothing John's ever seen; looking into them is like drowning in amber pools of devastation and desperation and something... something broken all at once..."

- Broken Bones and Shattered Hearts, Chapter 3 sneak peek, Art by @kibagib

[kimmiessimmies]

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

i want so badly to be tucked up in bed reading moby dick or maybe at brunch with my closest friends but NO I HAVE TO SIT AT MY DESK AND WRITE 4000 WORDS ABOUT DEATH

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday💀

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖

hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway. 

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script. 

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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[indig0trolls]

THIS IS AN ADOPT PREVIEW! NOT YET FOR SALE!

I remade/relined a really, really old base of mine that I used to love using, so I decided to do a tester batch on them!

The designs will be 30$ USD when they go live at 10pm EDT tonight!

[inkykeiji]

autumn is in the air!!! today i could feel it in the breeze and smell it in the wind. it was only 14 degrees outside and it truly felt like a fresh, crisp autumnal tuesday. my longing for the ber months has officially been ignited! i’m sooo excited for fall to arrive and everything it’ll bring with it; honeycrisp apple picking, trees full of golden leaves, my town’s little annual fair, etc etc etc. this year my boyfriend and i are going to try and watch more horror films in the month of october; particularly foreign horror, because there’s a few french and korean films that have been on our list for years now that we still haven’t gotten around to (*ﾉωﾉ)

anyway i stumbled across this lil patch of pretty pink flowers today and i wanted to share them, because i thought they were just the cutest things and they made me smile (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i hope they make you smile, too!

i sat by them for a little and watched a fuzzy lil bumble prance from flower to flower, working hard!! i took a picture of the bumble, too ehehe c: they’re below the cut, if you wanna see! εწз

[nightskylonging]

Whose idea was it to make a kirtle out of flannel bedsheets in 29C weather?

Oh yeah, mine.

I'm merrily calling this project 'my descent into madness' and I'm having a grand old time. I'm engraining the metric system in my brain (American down, folks), I'm delighting in how comfy this thing is going to be (I did a quick pinned fitting with the side gores in, it is so soft and so flowy, and it'll be even more flowy once I get the front and back gores in), and I not only definitely have enough fabric for the sleeves, scary as they may be, but probably one or two kerchiefs as well! I won't wear those with the kirtle, that's too much dark blue in one go, though.

[knightdykes]

someone pls be proud of me, I ate breakfast and immediately sat down to do homework

[brown-little-robin]

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[uncanny-tranny]

I can understand why people have fifty thousand WIPs because I've been waiting so long for my yarn to come back in stock that I'm going insane and will continue adding WIPs until I can get my yarn(tm)

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

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[steorransaluki]

the GOODEST girl at the specialist (who had to try every chair in leash radius, including mine)

[zukkaoru]

Hi Grace! I don't know anything about bsd, so I'm gonna stick with atla (if that's okay). Zukka with the fluff dialogue prompt: “I want to spend the day with you doing nothing.” please. 

it's been so long since i've written them so uhhh i hope this isn't terrible 🫣

(prompt requests are still open)

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The morning sun filters through the windows, painting Zuko’s bedroom golden. For the first time in months, they’re allowed to stay tangled up with each other in bed past sunrise. Sokka traces his fingers up and down Zuko’s arms as Zuko’s lips ghost against his boyfriend’s jawline. For a brief moment, they are allowed to be nothing more than two boys in love.

“Sunshine,” Sokka whispers, and Zuko lifts his head just enough to let his eyes roam over Sokka’s face. Summer has brought out his freckles, and they dot his face like constellations in the night sky. He cups Zuko’s cheek with one hand, then says, “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

Zuko hums in agreement. It would be nice, he thinks, if they had no obligations. If Zuko were not the Fire Lord and Sokka were not travelling constantly—if they lived in a world where they could hold onto each other outside the confines of this bedroom, if the world were not set up to oppose them.

“Me too,” Zuko agrees, then leans in to steal another kiss. “I’d take even just one day. I want to spend the day with you doing nothing.”

“One day,” Sokka muses. “One day of no responsibilities. Just you and me.” He sighs. “Maybe someday. For one whole day, we’ll lock ourselves in this room and do absolutely nothing.”

It’s a nice fantasy, unattainable as it may be. There are always things that require Zuko’s attention, and there are always people unintentionally pulling him and Sokka apart. But maybe one day, when Zuko has established himself as Fire Lord, when the world isn’t still reeling from one hundred years of war, they’ll be able to find a day of peace.

For now, though, Zuko will cherish the few extra minutes they’ve found this morning. It won’t be long before he’s called elsewhere, but until then, he’ll continue to kiss Sokka slowly, like they’ve got all the time in the world, and he’ll be content to have Sokka in his arms as the sunlight pours over them.