#wrestling wank

[jeyuwuso]

If they start this Jey/Rhea shit again I swan to john

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I'd be willing to bet the AdaMJF and Jericho segments went WAY over time so they better shorten this dumb JeffJeff match instead of Bunny/Britt.

[selamat-linting]

i have my preferences and im outspoken abt it, but i do dislike really negative/whiny/irony-poisoned ppl in wrestling fandom. like, i wish all of their faves went to the company they hate. thats one of the few things that does happen often.

i was giggling when ricochet went to aew, not because im particularly fans of him (the guys seems alright tho. nothing hateable in him) but because seeing the most insufferable ppl on reddit cry abt him going to aew and stupidly pretend he was never good anyway is genuinely fun for me. what idiots. when ricky starks show up on nxt, i'll be enjoying it as well because now its tumblr's most insufferable ppl's turn to cry and whine about how ricky is shackled in a prison or whatever. hue and cry girlies <3

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Sun is directly on my face so have to watch the matches back but adamjf are tag champs and yet Adam left without mjf 😭

Also couldn't bring myself to boo jack perry not when he looks that good

[scottstiles]

wait wait.. people .. /don't/ like 9x7 bad boys??? HUH?!?

[supernaturalkickparty]

I'll never understand people who get mad over what you ship, like bitch is it hurting you or anyone? No? Then leave people the fuck alone.

[peakvincent]

the thing about "but their children could find it if they google their parents!!!!!" just makes me go like. have these people ever googled the young bucks. how are they supposed to find it if they don't know exactly where to look

their children could also literally watch bte…. of all the people to go “but the children” about, this one just feels a little weak.

the thing about buckcest is that it’s just a pretty easy thing to avoid if you aren’t looking for it. there are better and healthier ways to engage with things that cause you distress than self-iding as a bully, gloating that you made someone deactivate to hide from you, and of course suicide baiting. it’s easy to justify your own unkind behavior when you’re worked up into a state about your own moral righteousness, but nothing being said here actually holds up to scrutiny. it’s tiring!

[jebiknights]

I'm rereading the clone wars novel and remembering the way some anti anakins use the line he has in the book about not regretting the tusken massacre out of context to prove hes a bad person and it always makes me laugh bc im like ah yes hes so reliable about his lack of remorse, just ignore the fact he spends almost the whole chapter having a ptsd flashback to the massacre in the middle of BATTLE and also has a mini spiral about the possibility of falling and about how he doesnt actually seem to like killing very much? even droids? but yes the one line about lacking remorse for something that is very much still affecting him is a reliable and true sentiment about something that only happened like 3 or 4 months before

[historyartthings]

V unpopular opinion I’d imagine but is it just me who finds it hard to see Johnathan Rhys-Meyers as Henry VIII in the Tudors?

Maybe this is because my brain struggles to reconcile the physicality when Henry’s image is so well-known. But there’s something about it? He has moments where I can believe he’s Henry, but then at others I’m like that’s… I dunno some other king. Sometimes I felt like his performance lacked the charisma and presence Henry must’ve had

[octuscle]

Distilled masculinity

Timothy was a twink. There was no other way to put it. He had a flawless soft house, a rosy, soft face, golden curls, hardly any beard growth and virtually no body hair. There were a lot of people who found him incredibly sexy the way he was. He was shagged at least once a day. But he couldn't get close to the men he actually liked, the big, hairy musclemen. He was invisible to them… Completely.

In order to be as close to his idols as possible, he had taken on a temporary job at the gym on campus. Working a bit at reception, tidying up in the evenings… But his favorite task was to collect the towels from the training area in the evening and take them to the laundry. If he was lucky, a few members of the wrestling team had wiped their sweat with them. And then their musk still hung in the cotton. Timothy couldn't get enough of sinking his face into these towels. Before he fed them into the washing machine, he had jerked off into the towels more than once. Especially when he himself had found wank stains in the towels, which unfortunately happened far too rarely for his liking.

At some point, Timothy began not to put the towels that stank the most in the laundry, but to secretly collect them in his own locker in the gym. The stench became more and more overwhelming when he opened the locker… The very idea that he could sink his nose into the dirty towels again made his puny cock hard. But he remained a twink. Nothing to change! Not even through his attempts to work out in the gym himself. Preferably before or after the official opening hours. When other musclemen trained with him, he felt uncomfortable on the one hand because he was such a beanpole. And on the other hand, he had a hard-on that couldn't be hidden. No, if the members of the wrestling team or the football team were anywhere near him, he couldn't train…

Timothy's major was chemistry. If his dream of finally getting close to the big guys wasn't going to come true, he at least wanted to become a successful chemist. His dream was to isolate substances that could turn people like him into people like his idols. But that would remain as much a dream as ever being shagged by the quarterback or the captain of the wrestling team.

After a sleepless night in which he had jerked off more than once, Timothy had an idea. It seemed crazy to him. But he had to try it. He wanted to distill the sweat, the cum, the musk from his towel collection. He wanted a concentrate that he could rub under his armpits. If he didn't look like one of the mountains of muscle, he at least wanted to smell like one… And as the sun slowly rose, he also had an idea of how he could do this… That evening, when he was finally alone again in the gym, he wanted to get straight down to business.

The experimental setup was not easy. Timothy had made something like a funnel out of old plastic boxes in the gym's storeroom and filled it with distilled water. Over and over again. Until it slowly began to drip from the bottom of his funnel. Water that had run through the towels and picked up the delicious scents of dozens of jocks on its way. It was long after midnight when he had collected about a gallon of liquid. She smelled like the towels had smelled. Timothy stuffed them into the washing machine. His boss had long wondered where all the towels disappeared to. Now the stock would be replenished. Timothy took the canister of flavored water and went home. now he wanted to distill the scent. He had bought a still for amateur distillers. But he didn't want to make schnapps. He had other things in mind. Unfortunately, his plan didn't work out. Just as the first oily drops were dripping into his Erlenmeyer flask, there was a bang! And the whole still blew up. Shit, it was 04:00 in the morning. He heard neighbors yelling. Timothy hurriedly grabbed a rag and wiped up the mess on his kitchen floor. And he got a boner. Bigger and harder than ever before. The rag stank! Stank more than any changing room. Every football jersey. Than anything he'd ever smelled. It didn't smell beastly. It smelled like a beast! But Timothy stank too. When the apparatus had exploded, there had been plenty of splashes of the original liquid and the distillate. Timothy went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His T-shirt was stained. He took it off. And absent-mindedly, he took the cloth he had just used to wipe the floor and rubbed his upper body with it. The smell! He rubbed his face. Damn it! That overwhelming smell! He took the cloth and rubbed his upper body as if it were a washcloth.

Tim grunted. Yeah, the washcloth wasn’t exactly clean. But hell, it was early in the morning, and he was about to hit the gym anyway. Why did he even bother washing up before? Washing was for wimps. Yeah, he was everything but a wimp. He started posing. He liked what he saw. He was in good shape. When the bulking phase ended and he prepped for the next competitions, he'd have to shave his chest hair again. He hated that. But shit, he was too dumb for any other job. Or for college or some crap. And he didn’t want a football career either. Coach kicked him off the team after he banged the quarterback. Hehehe, it was worth it. But now he wasn't gonna crawl back to the team. Tim made his pecs dance. 5:30 AM. In an hour and a half, he’d have to open the gym. Plenty of time to chug a gallon of protein shake and maybe do a little leg workout. He'd hit chest again tonight. Maybe he’d even let the wrestling team captain give him a hand with it.

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Can I have 7, 17 and 22 for the Choose Violence meme please?

Wow you chose violence and chaos on this one! Love it! Let's go!

I am putting this under the cut because I don't want to piss anybody off but like. *shrugs* I got opinions.

7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Punk. It baffles me how much people are willing to excuse his actions in the past when they wish death on other people who have been accused of doing similar things. I don't have any of the nostalgia for him, I found him fine in the ring. But I'd seen nothing to help me understand the fanfare. Then the atrocious behavior at the scrum and the aftermath, that interview...I don't understand how we can excuse this behavior when generally people shut out anybody who do these kinds of things. Mostly, it's confusing to me. I could get even more bitchy about this, but meh. I have better things to do with my time. And, for the anon who asked me a while back about my opinion on "the Punk situation," you can consider this your answer.

17) there should be more of this type of fic/art

Give me more sapphic fic and art you monsters. Julia/Anna, Willow/Ruby, Jamie/Britt, IT'S NOT THAT HARD. GIVE MY QUEER ASS GAY WOMEN TO READ ABOUT YOU FUCKS!!!!

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

ELP is one of the Buck's friends. He would have been SUCH A GOOD addition to the Elite team. I also think he would fit in super well with AEW as a guest or full time and he'd have an automatic storyline set up with Jay, whether as a team or as foes. You could lean into ELP's attempts to be a good guy again clashing with Jay's Bang Bang Gang. You could have him struggle with his inner interest to lean into the good side and the Jay of it all. Hell, he could start feuding with Juice for the role of Jay's Best Friend.

SO MANY OPTIONS FOR ELP!!!

[nobrashfestivity]

Kensington, Chelsea, Westminster & Brent Health Promotion Unit in conjunction with West London Health Promotion

Lip kissing, tit clamping, bottom spanking, thigh slapping, leather wearing, rubber stretching, arse licking, bath taking, body beating, hard wanking, butch wrestling … : safer sex… it's the real thing, 1997

[selamat-linting]

i should really hang out with more indo wrestling fans (they actually got other nia jax stans here)

[bridenore]

HD eight year fic recs : 10k to 20k words

Here are a few drarry eight year fic recs that are between 10k and 20k words. Posted in alphabetical order, as always.

All the Sense in the World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark [10k]

He had absolutely no idea what was about to happen. Maybe Malfoy would kick him in the face. Maybe he’d scream loud enough that the whole school would rush in and see him lying there between Malfoy’s legs with his cock rock hard. Maybe he’d hex Harry’s rock hard cock off. Hell, maybe Harry’d wake in his own bed in a few minutes with a rock hard cock and would never again be able to look at Malfoy without sprouting an instant hard-on. Or maybe he and Malfoy would have sex.

All Your Stars In View by @alpha-exodus [18k]

Life after the war is difficult for Harry, especially when the only thing that makes him feel better is, oddly enough, being around Malfoy. So when Malfoy asks to paint his portrait, Harry can’t refuse, even if it means baring himself in more ways than one.

Deep Waters by @huldrejenta  [13k]

Back at Hogwarts, eighth year turns out to be just as miserable as Draco had suspected. Struggling with post-war apathy, he tries to find something positive he can do for himself. Like secretly learning how to swim in the Great Lake. Only things don’t go as planned when Potter somehow finds out.

Dreaming of Harry by @writcraft [11k]

The first night Draco Malfoy dreams of Harry Potter, everything changes.

Famished by LadyGaGalion [10k]

Draco thought his life couldn’t get any worse. He was wrong. Now Harry Potter’s stuck to his arm.

He Was a Skater Boy by @m0srael [19k]

Harry Potter intends to spend his eighth year at Hogwarts avoiding the endless stares, whispers, and nosy questions that never seem to leave him be. He wants nothing more than to hide in the quiet solitude of his dorm room, keep his head down, and wallow in his grief. At least, that’s his plan right up until the moment Draco Malfoy kick-flips his life upside down.

Hold Close Your Heart and Take the Leap by  @dracogotgame  [19k]

Draco knows he needs to tell Potter their lives are about to change forever. But ‘knowing’ and ‘doing’ are two very different things. 

Hung Like a Hippogriff by Magnolia822 [16k]

After Dean Thomas catches Malfoy wanking and tells everyone about his giant cock, Harry can’t stop thinking about it. Not because he’s attracted to Malfoy, mind, but because he’s concerned Malfoy is up to something. Er … 

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation by @firethesound [11k]

Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated. 

‘Ohana by plumeria47 [11k]

It started off so simple: sex whenever they wanted it, with no further expectations.  But life has a funny way of turning everything up on its head.

Pure Imagination by @aibidil [14k]

An eighth-year tale of depressed happiness, reluctant imagination, and conflicted hope. And skateboarding.

The Room that Changed Everything by @multiverse-of-fanfic [18k]

When a sabotaged potion lands Harry and Draco in detention, Harry must wrestle with two uncomfortable truths: One, Malfoy the nemesis no longer exists. And Two, Harry is embarrassingly attracted to him. With the war behind them, can Harry and Malfoy build something from the ashes, or are they doomed to be enemies forever?

Said and Unsaid (or, The Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking) by bryoneybrynn [14k]

When the Interrogator asked if he had anything to say on his own behalf, Draco shook his head, his lips pressed tight in a thin line. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t sound like an excuse.

Say It Out Loud by @pheaphilus [11k]

Eighth year was bollocks, as far as Draco could tell.

Sex and the Art of Castle Maintenance  by birdsofshore [14k]

“Come on, boys,” Zabini drawled. “You’re only delaying the inevitable.” Trouble always had a way of finding Harry, and eighth year was obviously going to be no exception.

so scarlet it was by Olena [19k]

Draco’s back for his Eighth Year as part of his parole. He’s doing his best not to annoy any war heroes and avoid Harry Potter as if his life depends on it. Too bad Harry has other ideas.

The Slytherin Host Club by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [14k]

Harry is simply looking for a quiet place to finish his Potions essay. It’s a pity he ends up at the Slytherin Host Club instead. Or maybe it’s a blessing in disguise, since he’s had a secret crush on Malfoy for a while…

Through the Looking Glass and What Draco Found There by @magpiefngrl [17k]

Draco discovers the Mirror of Erised is a portal and he enters an alternate reality where your deepest  desires come true. Or how Draco found himself in the world of his dreams and Potter had to come and ruin it.

Truffles, Noble Lord of the Sky by megyal [10k]

Fuck fairies; and Longbottom, too.

Truths, Dares, and Love Affairs by @ronbinary [17k]

NEWTs are approaching, Mind Healing is mandatory, and something is wrong with the castle. And then, there’s Potter.

Tug-O-Want by @dysonrules [16k]

Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

Twice as Much as an Earthquake by @firethesound [18k]

Accidental bonding. Breaking and entering. Conspiring, however unwillingly, in the strange one-man war Malfoy’s waging against detention. This isn’t the normal school year Harry anticipated having, but at least it’s not boring. 

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

[leclercskiesahead]

“If you woke up as your teammate one morning, what would be the first thing you would do as him?”

“I know what you would do, which is postpone the alarm. You are such a sleepy guy…”

…

His alarm rings and he blindly reaches for his phone out of habit, brain not even fully awake.

His hand doesn’t find the phone immediately as the ringtone begins to annoy him in his dream, and he grabs desperately to turn it off.

“Mate.”

He must have rolled to one side in his sleep. The bedstand feels further than he remembers, his hand smacking the softness of the sheets and pillows instead.

“Oi, cabron.”

Carlos sounds a bit strange in his dream. And dares to smack his hand before grabbing it.

Oh, they must have swapped sides during the night somehow. No wonder he can’t reach his phone. He must have been grabbing Carlos’ face.

Charles groans as he wrestles his hand from Carlos’ grip. It doesn’t take much of a fight since they are both barely awake, and as soon as it is free he throws his arm over his eyes.

His hairy arm.

Hadn’t he shaved recently? Or maybe it was his hair getting too long.

“Mate, what the fuck.”

Carlos’ voice - the speech is like Carlos’ but the voice doesn’t quite sound like his, not as deep and accent garbled with something else - is what makes Charles finally blink open his eyes.

What the fuck indeed.

Charles jerks up and barely catches himself with his arm - a very tan, very hairy arm - as he stares at his own body sitting up next to him.

They had not switched places during the night. Or they had. Kind of. Not really.

“Fuck,” Charles echoes, voice deeper than he’s ever been able to reach. He slowly feels himself down, the body that is so familiar to him yet unfamiliar from this perspective.

“Mate…” he mutters, and looks up again. He is — Carlos, in his body, is staring at him, at Charles, in Carlos’ body. Carlos’ body that Charles - as Carlos - had just ran his hands over. Oh. Charles realised how it looked.

Carlos - because even wearing Charles’ face and having Charles’ voice, he is still Carlos - holds his gaze. And somehow Carlos still manages to put the force of his deep dark stare behind Charles’ lighter eyes. Charles watches, entrapped, as Carlos’ - his - hand slowly trails down, past the loose blanket that falls aside, and carefully wraps around his cock.

Oh, is that how he looks when…

Carlos - as Charles - blinks and also turns to stare at the length in his fist. He pauses and frowns.

“If I wank now am I giving you or myself a wank?”

Leave it to Carlos to think about these things and make them both have a crisis.

Fortunately, Charles doesn’t think much. Especially not this early in the morning. His - Carlos’ - hands move before he knows it, grabbing his own and Carlos’ - or Carlos’ and his own - members.

“Now it doesn’t matter,” he says.

It never does when their bodies are pressed so close he loses all sense of where he ends and Carlos begins anyway.

[supernaturalkickparty]

Going out of your way to look for fics/blogs who write certain pairings and then proceeding to bully people to the point they change their blog names in hopes you'll stop or deleting their blogs because you wouldn't leave them alone is fucking mean girl high school mentality and ridiculous as fuck.

Being happy and gleeful over you bullying someone, talking about Tumblr needs an age cap because you don't think anyone over 30 should be on here is just ridiculous as fuck too.