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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Hey, I love your gavi fics. Could you do one where reader is very confident and flirty, always making him nervous with how straight forward she is. Loves to compliment him and kiss his hand. Maybe even him getting teased my his teammates about it.

sry this is extremely specific 😅

Forward (Gavi x reader)

This was such a cute request omg.

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"Good morning Vogue Espana! I'm y/n, and this is Valeria, and today we'll be playing Vogue's 'Bestie Quiz'!"

You looked over at Valeria and gave her a wink, causing her to roll her eyes and laugh. The two of you made up 1/2 of Rumores, a Spanish pop group that rose to popularity through TikTok because of your relatable lyrics and how easily people could connect to the group members. You all had fun and bubbly personalities, still fimlimg vlog-style TikToks despite blowing up. Since you dropped your first album as a group, everyone was eager to get a piece of the next hot thing.

You had been contacted by an agency in Spain to get signed, and all moved into Barcelona within about a month. Since then, it had been borderline mayhem. Award shows, fashion shows, exclusive parties - the works. You were now at Vogue Espana headquarters, preparing for a group cover shoot. The editors had asked you and Valeria to pair up and make some video content, as you both had addictive personalities and bounced off each other really well. Long story short - any time you two filmed together, it got millions of views.

"Alright y/n lets start off with an easy one: what is my Starbucks order?"

You tried to cross your legs, almost falling over in the chair, causing the whole production crew to laugh.

"Ignore me almost dying. She's only asking me this question because she knows it really embarrasses me to my core to order this, especially here in Barcelona! It's a venti iced caramel macchiato, 9 pumps of caramel, extra caramel sauce on the top and bottom. Can you imagine having to say this out loud?"

The set was filled with laughter. They cut the take to get your makeup touched up, which was now melting off under the bright studio lights. You both continued to quiz each other, laughing and bantering playfully. You looked down at the cue cards with the questions, letting out a loud groan at the next question.

"Val this is rigged in your favor. How come I get all the hard questions and you get this? It's literally the easiest possible question?"

"Stop complaining because the producers think I'm cute and want life to be easy for me. Just ask the question."

"Okay okay: Who is my celebrity crush?"

"Oh wow you're right. That's so easy it's borderline cheating. Have you not seen her social media? Of course it's Pablo Gavi."

You leaned over the back of your chair dramatically, fanning your face.

"Ughhhhh Gavi! Have you ever seen a man so fine and so talented and so freaking delicious?"

Everyone in the studio had to hold back their laughter as so not have it be heard in the recording.

“She’s obsessed you guys I don’t even know how to explain.”

“I think obsessed is the wrong word.”

Valeria turned to you and gasped, getting up from her seat and running over to you, wrestling your phone from your hands. She pulled it free, walking up to the camera with it.

“Let me just make sure she has no inappropriate notifications. Not obsessed? Please look at her Lock Screen. It’s literally taking over her life.”

You hid your face in your hands as your screen lit up, revealing a picture of Gavi from the World Cup as your Lock Screen. The camera zoomed in on you, capturing your embarrassed reaction.

“Listen listen listen. I’ve been a Barça fan since forever. He’s fine and talented. How am I supposed to not fall in love with him?? I feel like that’s too much to ask for.”

Your crush on Gavi was not a secret by a long shot. It has been obvious to your audience since the World Cup qualifiers, when you posted a picture of him in the white uniform, captioning the photo “who is this and where can I find him 😍😍”. Your followers had come through, sending his handle in your DMs several thousand times. You followed him on Instagram and started fangirling in the comments of all his posts.

@uruser

“ Great job today Pablo 🥰”

“My favorite color is now pablo- I mean purple 🥵”

“The only heat in Qatar is gonna be you on the field 😘”

One day, as you did your makeup on a livestream, idly talking to your phone, you noticed the chat moving at a much faster pace than you were used to. You looked at the messages, trying to read something, but it moved so fast the letters blurred together.

"Wait wait how do I stop the chat I can't read you're all typing too quickly."

You figured out how to stop the comments flying by your face, reading the words "GAVI FOLLOWED YOU BACK".

You screamed at the top of your lungs. You started jumping in excitement, shaking the floor so much that your phone fell to the floor. Comments continued to fly in about how this was the beginning of your love story.

This was officially your in. Now that he followed you, you were able to swipe up on his Instagram stories. Every couple of days when Gavi would post, you would leave him flirty messages, never thinking he was going to respond.

"Amazing goal Gavi! You know you could score with me any day tho ;)"

This unfortunate cheesy message got a like. When you saw the small scarlet heart, you almost went into cardiac arrest. It was working. Slowly but surely you were getting him to recognize you.

Gavi hated pulling out his phone in the locker room. He would instantly hear wolf whistles and cheers from his teammates.

"Ay, Gavi, who are the messages from? The pop princess or the real princess?"

He would turn bright red, hiding his face in his shirt. He had seen your comments, and he didn't know who you were at first. He approached Pedri one day, asking him if he knew who you were.

"Gavi please be serious. You haven't heard of Rumores? They're opening for Rosalia this summer. They're super talented. And each member is hotter than the next."

"Wait," Balde chimed in, "who from Rumores is sending Gavi messages?"

"y/n"

Balde's eyes widened to the size of satellites. He grabbed the phone and started recording a voice message on the messages between you and Gavi.

"y/n my darling, this is Alejandro. Forget about this idiot Gavi and DM me your number. Let me appreciate you in a way that he cannot."

Gavi grabbed the phone back. The voice note had already sent, and you had opened the message. Shit. He was practically shaking, not knowing what to do.

"Ale! Why would you do that?" He asked, trying to look away from the three dots that indicated you were typing.

"Pablo you idiot. Do you know that she was number 5 in the "World's Hottest Women" ranking? She won best face AND best ass in Spain last year. If she wants a Barca player and you're fumbling, I am willing to step up." Gavi shoved him on the shoulder, eliciting a laugh from Pedri.

"Hermano, talk to her. She has made it more than clear that she likes you."

Gavi looked at his phone again, still confused as to what to say, when a new message popped up on the screen.

"Thanks for the offer Ale, but I'm still holding out hope that Gavi will message me back one of these days ;)"

He smiled and bit his lip, locking eyes with Pedri, who wiggled his eyebrows at Gavi suggestively. He hit the older boy on the shoulder, and they went out to his car. When they arrived at Pedri's, dragged Gavi onto the couch to show him clips of you talking about Gavi.

*y/n being in love with a spicy midfielder for 17 minutes*

"Pedri why do you have this video in your favorites?"

"Be quiet and watch."

The video started playing, and Gavi was stunned when you popped up on the screen. It was a clip of you at an award show, dresses in a gorgeous maroon two-piece that showed your midriff and lower stomach, as well as ornate stomach jewelry.

"y/n you look absolutely gorgeous this evening. We heard you were a Barcelona fan? Is this true? And if so, who is your favorite player?"

You smiled widely, causing Gavi's intestines to twist into pretzels.

"Of course I'm a Barca fan. All hot girls are Barca fans. My favorite player of all time is Messi, but on the current squad? Pablo Gavi. He's so talented and not to mention gorgeous."

Gavi brought a cushion to his chest and hugged it tightly. He was used to people calling him attractive in comments, but it was different seeing it live, hearing it from someone who the whole world thought was gorgeous. The next clip was a TikTok, in which you and Valeria danced in matching Gavi and Pedri jerseys.

"See Pablito, she already has your shirt for when she comes to the games to support you."

That comment earned Pedri a swift smack, which he was unable to dodge. Gavi continued to watch the rest of the video, borderline kicking his feet at how fuzzy he felt hearing that you thought he was hot and talented.

"Thanks for watching the Bestie Quiz! Make sure to like the video and subscribe to Vogue Espana. Bye!"

The camera switched off, and you and Valeria stepped off the chairs you were sat in. You immediately got onto Instagram live to pub the video.

"Hey everyone! We just got done filming for Vogue Espana's YouTube channel! Make sure to tune in when the video comes out. And... tomorrow we'll be touring a certain football stadium. Make sure you're following us here and on TikTok to stay up to date with all the latest from us!"

Gavi's jaw dropped. Of course he tuned into the live. He was eager to hear the sound of your voice, see your face lit up with joy. He had been thinking about you for weeks now, unable to say anything to you from embarrassment. He didn't know how to be charismatic and suave and the man that the internet portrayed him to be. He was a dork. He didn't know how talk to you. So when he heard that you were visiting a football camp, he texted the groupchat.

[Gavi]: Is that girl group coming to Camp Nou tomorrow?

[Pedri]: ah ah ah no one respond. Gavi, go ask your admirer. A good way to start a conversation.

[Ansu]: ^^^

[Alejandro]: retweet

He rolled his eyes. They were right. It was the perfect opportunity to reach out to you. But he was still nervous - what if he didn't live up to your expectations?

He typed out a simple message and hit send with his eyes closed.

@pablogavi - are you coming to el campo tomorrow?

"Valeria, remember how you told me that he would never talk to me because I was 'creepy' and a 'weirdo'? Well, eAT YOUR WORDS HE JUST MESSAGED ME!"

You flopped onto the couch, kicking your feet like a lovesick teenager.

@uruser - if I am, will you give me a special tour? xx

@pablogavi - i'll try

The next day you were positively giddy with joy. You were going to get a private tour of Camp Nou with your three closest friends. And you were going to be breathing the same air as Pablo Gavi. This was your chance to shoot your shot. You put on a black tank top and some light wash jeans that enhanced your award-winning ass. You turned on a livestream so people could watch you and Valeria do your makeup, playing Meg Thee Stallion as you got ready. You started dancing, twerking a little bit in the mirror.

"She's practicing for later when she sees Gavi."

You slap Valeria on the arm, the chat exploding at the idea. You ended the live shortly after, getting in your car to be driven over.

Gavi was a nervous wreck. He had changed his shoes three times, wondering which pair of Dunks would impress you the most. Gel or natural hair? Should he wear his classic long sleeve or just the jersey? Pedri's honking was disturbing the whole neighborhood. He ran downstairs (he picked the gray dunks), getting in Pedri's car as fast as possible.

"If Alejandro get to her first, you only have yourself to blame."

Gavi laughed lightly, but he felt like he was going to be sick.

You and the girls arrived to Camp Nou at 10am, eager to take a tour. You were greeted by several members of staff, including Sara, who worked the team's social media. She would be following you all throughout the day to get clips for the official Instagram and Twitter accounts. You walked into the office, greeted first by Xavi. You were all super excited to be in the presence of the coach and World Cup winner. He spoke with you about the history of the club, then lead you through the facilities to the locker room, where you would be meeting the players. Your group members walked in ahead of you as you grabbed a selfie with Xavi.

Gavi would never admit it, but he stood on his tiptoes to try and catch a glimpse of you. He was in jeans and a jersey, ditching the long sleeve since he wouldn't be hurting his arms (not because he saw a video of you saying that you were in love with his arms. That could never be the reason). You walk in and it was like someone had lit his veins on fire. He was so overwhelmed by your gentle laugh and your bright smile. Your eyes scanned the players and landed on Gavi, biting your lip and winking at him. He looked to the floor, hiding the satisfied look on his face from the cameras recording. You greeted all the players, and after getting past Ferran and Alejandro, you got to Gavi. He put one sweaty hand out for you to shake.

"Nice to finally meet you, Gavi. You're even better looking in person."

You shook his hand and pulled him in, giving him a kiss on each cheek. Typical for Spain, but not something you had done for the other players.

"I as well also think meeting you is good." Gavi stammered out, making absolutely no sense. You smiled at him, causing his heart to race faster. Your hand lingered on his for a moment before you moved on to Pedri.

"You're going to make a really bad impression on Xavi if you break our young talent in the middle of the season." He said to you, causing you to pull away and laugh, pretending you didn't have the faintest idea what he was talking about. At the end of the greetings, the team members pulled out the shirts that had been prepared for all of you. Sara pulled out yours and handed it to Gavi, knowing keeping you together would produce the best trending content. Fan service pays the bills. He unfolded the shirt and saw your name at the top, and under...

"Number 6?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow at you. You looked at him from your seat, patting the spot next to you. He reluctantly sat down, and held up the shirt for the photo. You placed your hand over his for the photo, and he felt like he was 12 again experiencing his first crush. When the photographers looked down to make sure the shot was clear, you leaned into Gavi's ear.

"I wanted to wear your new number. I hope it can bring you some good luck."

"You... you want me to have g-good luck?"

"Of course Pablo. When you do well you're happier, and then I'm happier."

Gavi was going to explode. What kind of woman were you? Who was this forward about their feelings? He took a deep breath and composed himself. The girls were all taking sneaky pictures, wanting to capture the moment that you and Gavi first fell in love (because they knew that you would never let him out of your sights now). His teammates were snickering, in awe of how the firecracker that they had come to love was now a pile of mush, blushing like a schoolgirl and stuttering over his words.

"Alright, we're going to film some challenges in pairs now. The rest of the team will get their pairs. Gavi and y/n, you're going to come film with me." Sara said, walking quickly outside the locker room, expecting you both to follow. Gavi got up quickly and gestured towards the door.

"Um, after you."

"Wow, you're such a gentleman." You said, giving him a gentle squeeze on the bicep before you followed Sara. What was he supposed to do now?

You walked outside into the stands and both took your seats, handed personal mics to attach to your shirts. You clipped yours on in about a minute, having done this numerous times for different shoots. Gavi, on the other hand, was struggling slightly.

"Do you want some help, Gavi? Of course that would require me to touch your chest."

He looked up at you, wire still tangled. "You're going to touch my chest?"

"Only if you want me to gorgeous." You replied with a wink. He didn't trust himself to make words, so he nodded instead. You gently grabbed the wire, threading it through his shirt, fingers lightly brushing against the toned muscle of his chest. You clipped it at the top, smoothing his shirt when you were finished.

"All done. Now we need to test them out with a sentence to make sure the staff can hear. I'll go first. Test sentence: Gavi is adorable and I'm going to ask him out before I leave today."

"You're going to do what?!" He said, eyes widened, sweat glands activated.

"It's just a gibberish test sentence. Your turn."

"Um, hello?"

"It needs to be longer than that." You said, getting comfortable in your seat.

"I don't know what to say." He said, smiling shyly and looking down.

"Try whatever comes to your mind Gavi. Literally anything."

"Okay. Ehem test sentence: I'm really nervous around y/n so I hope I don't make a fool of myself in this video."

Your cheeks heated up but you looked away, trying to play it cool. You loved that you were making him a little bit flustered, but he was gaining some confidence to respond. The camera crew stated that you were rolling, and you looked at the camera.

"Hello everyone! I'm y/n and I'm here today with Gavi, and we're going to be playing Barca's 7-second challenge!"

"Ah, my brain is too slow for this game." Gavi said, tossing is head back. The staff handed you the envelopes, and you began.

"Alright I'm going to be asking first. Name three Barca players that contributed to a goal against Real Madrid."

"Ah easy. Leo Messi, Luis Suarez, and me." He said, winking at the camera.

"Good job. You would have been my first answer." You responded. Your rizz game was insane today. You wanted to make an impression- who knows if you would ever have a chance again?

It was Gavi's turn. He opened the envelope and read the question.

"Ah this is too easy. Who are 3 Barca players that have worn the number 6?"

You smirked at the camera. "Super easy. Denis Suarez, Xavi, and the best looking in number 6, Gavi." You said, winking at him. He smiled widely, turning away from you.

"Ah lalala don't let Mister Xavi hear you say that."

After you finished filming the game, the sun had moved from the middle of the sky, making the field more pleasant. The staff informed you that the final piece of content you would be filming would be Gavi showing you how to play football. Gavi was excited. Finally something he could excel at (and maybe embarrass you for once). You both got onto the field, and you laced up the football boots you had been given by the staff. From your position on the ground you looked up.

"Should I keep one untied so I can play as well as you?"

"I- I think you should keep them tied. I'm used to falling, but I don't want you to get injured."

"Awe how cute Pablo you don't want me to break my face." You said, getting up from your spot on the ground and pinching his cheek. It was quite warm to the touch.

Once the cameras were rolling, he taught you some basics, and then he decided to show off. He started playing keep-up with the ball, moving from hit feet to his thighs to his head and shoulders. He passes the ball to you, and you tried to receive with your chest, forgetting about the extra tissue there. You bent over in pain and he came up to you, checking on you.

"Don't worry I'm fine. But if you ask nicely I'll let you kiss it better." He stood frozen with his hands on your shoulders.

"I, I, I- do you want to do something else?"

"No no, it's hot watching you play."

Gavi was at his end. He was embarrassed beyond belief. He could not believe how forward you were, and he could not believe how much he liked it. He felt special - wanted. He brought you to the front of the box, deciding to end the day by teaching you to shoot a penalty. He helped position you, and you two spent the next ten minutes making shots at the goal and joking with one another. At the end, the crew came and collected your mics, and you waiting for the other girls and players to join you.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Here, can you sign my jersey?"

You handed him the pen, turning around and lifting your hair out of the way. He bent over slightly, uncapping the pen with his teeth.

"Who should I make it out to?" He asked.

"Make it out to your future wife. Or future long-term girlfriend if you don't believe in the institution of marriage." You felt the pen meet your back, smiling to yourself.

"I have never met a girl that was as forward as you. It's a little intimidating."

You turn to him, taking your pen and sticking it into your back pocket.

"I know I've said this a million times on every platform, but I think you're cute and interesting. I'm not going to be shy about that. If I make you uncomfortable though I'll stop."

"No no. That wasn't a complaint, but I was wondering...."

"Yes, dear husband?"

"Were you serious about asking me out?"

"My God Gavi. I have made it so painfully obvious that I'm had over heels for you. I have to ask you out as well?"

"You make me shy! I can't even begin to think of where I could take you on a date. I'm just going to let you stay in the driver's seat and I'll keep being a little stupid."

"What're you going to do when I come to one of your matches? Blush and giggle in midfield?"

"You're going to come to a match? The we have to go out before then. Let me get the awkwardness out over dinner so when I'm on the field, you'll be the one blushing and swooning."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: this is so long omg :') thank you so much to whoever requested this. It was really fun to write a super confident character. I hope this is what anon was looking for, and I'm so sorry if not. I hope y'all enjoy this one, and please leave any feedback in the comments/ send them in my asks!

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joesanrio · 10 months

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Want to see her? | R.R

Summary: The pregnancy was nothing but joy when you announced it, but you did have to leave wrestling for good. But a little visit wouldn’t hurt…

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i x Nova Borbón (OC) || established relationship

Wrestling name: Nova Aracelia

Warnings; Pregnant Nova (8 months), use of real names and wrestling names, mentions: nausea and dizziness, weight gain, slight sadness, mood swings, cravings, and BABYDADDY JOE!!!

Fluff | 16+

A/N: I literally got the idea and immediately started writing. Hope you enjoy xoxo.

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“What should I wear?” I huff quietly to myself while looking through my closet, it’s the beginning of summer and I have yet to do my summer shopping spree. Joe walks into the room dressed, but still trying to put his hair in a bun. “Come here, I’ll do it for you.” I request before walking over to him, “No no, you need to get dressed!” He says while swatting my hands away from his hair. “Rude… i don’t even know what to wear.” I pout unintentionally as he walks me back over to the closet.

“Here. Perfect- now go put it on.” He picks out a random item, places it to my torso before handing it to me and leaving. I roll my eyes at him playfully before putting on my dress and sandals, “We gotta go. Come on hot stuff!” Joe yelled for me at the front door. “Okay okay, I’m coming.” I giggle and meet him at the door, we lock the door and head to the car.

Recently, I’ve been dreading riding in cars due to the car sickness I get. “I can’t wait, I’m gonna miss my pregnant Nova though.” He smiles as he places his hand onto my bump, I lean back into the seat nodding as his hand is somewhat easing the nausea I was feeling. “Car sick again?” He asks noticing my slow responses, all I can do is nod and hum an answer for him. “It’s okay! Only 10 more minutes.” He reassured as I grab his hand that was on my bump to hold it.

I didn’t even realize I fell asleep until Joe removed his hand from mine to turn off the car, “Oh- I’m sorry.” I stretch in the enclosed space. “You looked cute.” He gives me a small peck before exiting the car and getting his bags. I grab my purse and get out too, reminding Joe to lock the door before we walk into the building. “I’m so excited to see you in the ring, you’re always so hot.” I exclaim as I clasp my hands together in excitement, walking in the random area we finally find the where the locker room sections are.

“Joe, you think we could get McDonald’s delivered? I mean I can wait but I’m really wanting a 10 piece.” I ask as he looks at me amused, “We rode past like 20 McDonald’s and now you want some?” He chuckled as we walked into dressing hall. “I can wait.. I just thought you would like to hear my idea.” I giggle as he nods and squeezes my hand in his.

“Look at you!” Josh yelled from down the hall, causing Jon to turn and look. I smile excitedly and wave before rushing over, “Damn you the fastest pregnant woman I’ve ever seen.” Josh laughed before giving me a hug. “How you been?” Jon asked after hugging me, “Great! Extra hungry but good!” I smiled as they nodded. “You been feeding her good Uce?” Jon asked Joe before they started cracking up. “Where’s Trin?” I ask Jon, “She in the locker room with Tamina and them.” He points down the hall.

I walk down the hall hearing the locker room getting louder and louder the closer I get. I knock on the door before entering as everyone became shocked and excited. “Ah! Nova- omg look at you!” Trinity shouted as she ran over to hug me, “Hi!” I smile before she let go. “Oh my gosh, you’re glowing.” Tamina says coming up to me, everyone in the room agreeing. “I’m so sad you aren’t here anymore.” Tamina says as she hugs me, “Don’t say that- I cry easily.” I pout before joking.

I sit on the couch beside Trin as we all catch up with everything going on, “Girl- seriously you look so gorgeous.” Mercedes complimented after I explained how I wasn’t feeling good about the added weight from the baby at first. Soon after the boys walked in the locker room with their gear on, everyone speaking at once when they see them.

“Oh snap- it’s about to go down!”

“What’s up?”

“Family against family… cruel.”

“I got money on the Usos.”

I giggle at everyone’s reactions as Joe makes his way over to me. “You okay?” He asks standing by the couch as I nod with a smile. “Oh.. I need to go to the audience!” I remembered before preparing myself to stand up, “Here..I got you.” Joe helping me out my chair. “Aren’t you darling.” Mercedes says in a Jersey accent towards Joe, causing the entire locker room to burst out laughing.

“I’ll see you guys later!” I smile as everyone realized they needed to either start getting ready or had little segments to film. Joe shows me where to get into the audience from the backstage, “Good luck! Be careful.” I wish before giving him a kiss. “I’ll be as careful as I can get!” He jokes before leaving.

[During Match]

“Roman seems to be distracted by something in the crowd!”

“Probably those ‘Roman sucks’ signs are starting to get to him!”

“No no… is that who we think it is?”

“Stop! It’s Nova Aracelia!”

“Omg she’s come out tonight to support her husband!”

The crowd goes wild before the camera pans over to me and I appear on the big screen. I could feel the adrenaline rush after hearing my name and the cheers, but once I smiled and put a thumbs up the camera finally focuses back onto the match.

Watching the match intensely come to an end as the Usos win the match with Roman and his partner retreating. So proud of the guys for putting on a good show, I make my way out the audience with everyone else once the show is over.

Finding my way backstage again heading towards Joe’s locker room, “I can’t, I’m taking her out to McDonald’s.” I hear Joe’s voice as I stand outside the door. “McDonald’s?” The twins question at the same time, “She’s craving it.” Joe clarifies before I knock. “Come in- oh hey Baby.” Joe calls out and realizes it’s me. “You guys were so amazing! I’m so proud!” I high-five the boys as they become excited when hearing my feedback.

“Are you hungry?” I whisper to Joe while sitting on the bench in front him as he stands, “Yeah, don’t worry you guys are going to eat soon.” He sees right pass my question and refers to me and the baby. I smile and nod, “Okay- get me when you’re done. I’m going with the girls.” I say before finding the girls locker room and talking with them again.

“How is total divas Trin?” I ask wanting to know any fun stuff they may be doing, “It’s different without you, they keep wanting me to say that these random girls are my girls but I feel bad because I’m not being genuine.” Trinity explains with air quotes.

I completely understand where she’s coming from because they’re constantly new people that she’s being forced to pretend they have a deeper connection than in reality. “It’s okay babes, I’m here for you and everyone knows that the only girls that’s real are in this room right now.” I encourage as everyone else cheers.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I gotta take her home with me.” Joe knocks before peeking his head in, “No!” Tamina drags out as she pulls me into a hug on the couch. We burst out laughing as Joe rolls his eyes playfully, “I know but the play date is over. And didn’t you mention a 10 piece earlier?” Joe jokes before getting my attention by mention the food I was craving.

I hum as I let go out Tamina and stand up, “Gotta go my babies.” I pout as I hug everyone. “Oh my gosh, he’s literally not going to let us see you for months!” Trinity complains before throwing a small tantrum, causing her and Joe to go back and forth.

“Not true!”

“Yes true!”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh.”

Trinity ending the battle as she shushes him, “I’ll sneak out and see y’all then if I can’t make it with him.” I promise as everyone agrees. “Aw.. when I see you next time, I can’t wait to see her.” Mercedes rubs my bump delicately, “You’ll see me before then.” I smile before hugging her one more time. I wish the girls a Goodnight before Joe and I head to the car.

“Are we actually getting McDonald’s?” I ask while buckling my seatbelt, “Of course.” Joe says before pulling me into a kiss. I could feel it getting a bit intense causing me to pull away, “Come on baby, drive.” I giggle as looks at me in awe. “One more?” He begs as he sticks out his lips, “After McDonald’s.” I negotiate as he nods and turns the car on.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 6 months

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Wardaddy

Summary: Reader finds out she's pregnant after she lost her title at double or nothing. Will the nickname she jokingly gave her boyfriend “Wardaddy” gain a whole other meaning?

An: I found this fit in my drafts, wrote it months ago but for some reason never published it? Enjoy, and pls remember to give Wardlow requests in my inbox

Word count: 1132

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The internet was a weird place. You always hated the bird app with all of its negativity and BS but here you were scrolling on twitter after you found out why you were trending.

Your face was shocked when you saw the amount of negative comments regarding your relationship with Wardlow. Sure he was 8 years older than you but for the most part everyone had been supportive of it. It was the AEW locker room who kept trying to set the two of you up for the longest time. You were quite confused on why all of a sudden it was now they were concerned with it. A few months ago you were deemed the power couple of all elite wrestling, on the top of the company both of you holding championships. You had just ended a feud with your real life best friend Britt Baker and her long time boyfriend Adam Cole.

The fans loved it, mixed tag matches were surprisingly uncommon in aew so when they became a regular occurrence in your feud the fans were quick to eat it all up.

Having had enough of social media for the day you stepped into catering for the first time after losing your championship two weeks ago at double or nothing. You ran into Britt who had beat you in a no DQ match for the women's championship.

“Sup, Champ” You called to your friend

“Hey Mama, how’s it going” Britt replied back

“Not much, I'm literally starving. I’ve been oddly hungry the past few days and more bloated than usual.” you said hand on your stomach looking at all of the different options catering had to offer.

Britt laughed, handing you a plate. The two of you got some food before you found somewhere quiet to eat. Far away from all of the cameras and wrestlers. While you enjoyed your food Britt asked you…

“How’s your shoulder doing?”

“It can be better, still hurts like a son of a bitch though” you replied, looking down at your shoulder that had been taped together in a million different ways

“Sorry about that again” She apologized knowing she was the cause of your injury

“Why are you sorry, shit happens.” You said a little bit confused on why she kept apologizing. The injury wasn’t even her fault. You were the one that called out the spot with the steps.

“Medical won’t clear me quite yet, hopefully within the next few weeks or so” you responded oddly calmly, secretly upset you weren't able to compete in the show tonight.

“Good luck out there tonight, tho. I hope you kick Thunder Rosa’s Ass!”

“I will don’t worry” Britt responded laughing

Time skip: 4 weeks later

“Is it still that bad?” Your boyfriend Wardlow called through the door of your hotel bathroom.

“I feel like my insides are falling out” you said in agony clutching your stomach as you threw up whatever you had left in your stomach.

“Can I come in?” he asked nervously

“No! I'm hideous go away” your words laced with venom as they left your lips.

The medical staff had finally cleared you to return on this week's episode of Dynamite but your body had other ideas. You felt like you were dying and your poor boyfriend had no idea what to do. He tried his very best and you appreciated it but it came to the point where you just wanted to be alone. You cleaned up and finally stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by Wardlow. He handed you some fresh clothes. As you were putting on your shirt you looked down at your stomach.

“Did I gain weight” you said as you looked in the mirror

“I think you look fine Y/N” Wardlow replied annoyed you would ask such a question

“No honestly, I think I did”

“Y/N, your probably just bloated” he replied rolling his eyes

“Whatever” you scoffed

You arrived to the arena, looking and feeling like shit. You decided to stop by the doctor to let them know that you weren't feeling the best, all it took was one of the doctors to look at the dark circles under your eyes and pale look in your skin to deem you uncleared for the show tonight. It made you feel like shit, working hard with physios to get your shoulder better only to catch some bug before your return. Thankfully Britt wasn’t booked for the show tonight so the two of you could hang out and watch the show from one of the skyboxes in the arena.

“So you are still not feeling good?” Britt asked, curiously

“Yep, I don’t know how this is even possible but I feel like I’m getting worse” You told her truthfully.

“When was the last time you got your period?” Britt asked, shit, you never even thought about that

“Ummm maybe a few months ago”

“Have you ever thought that you might be pregnant?”

“I mean we are careful but that would explain a lot of things”

“Since we both have nothing to do, how bout we leave the arena, grab a few tests and we can go back to the hotel and see. I’m sure you don’t want to take a test in the locker room with all those nosey people”

That is exactly what the two of you did, you told your respective partners to meet back at the hotel and let everyone else know that you would be hedging out for the evening. You and Brit ended up getting four different kinds of tests and a few goodies to bring back to the hotel. Unfortunately a fan recognized the two of you at the CVS that just so happened to be next to your hotel. Lying, you said the pregnancy tests were for a segment for the next BTE, now you somehow would have to tell the bucks to include some kind of skit involving pregnancy tests in next week's episode to keep true to your lie.

Currently you and Britt sat on top of the hotel bed, munching on some chips as you both stared at the blinking screen of the pregnancy test. “How long is this going to take? I feel like we have been sitting here forever” You asked Britt. “According to this it says 5 minutes” Britt responded.

Just then the test stopped flashing. ‘Pregnant 4-6 weeks’

You and Britt had no idea what to say, the two of you in shock at what you were seeing. You were first to break the silence “This has to be wrong. No way I’m pregnant”

Sure enough you were pregnant. You took 5 more to make sure, all 6 tests saying the same thing. What was Wardlow going to think?

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fanfiction #wardlow x reader #wardlow aew #wardlow fanfiction #wardaddy #wardlow #wardlow smut

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fan-goddess · 8 months

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Interviews #1

Pairing: Tom Glynn-Carney x actress!oc

Summary: Snippets of interviews done by Tom Glynn-Carney and Georgia Jones, where pretty everyone but them can see their genuine affections for each other

Warnings: None needed really apart from kissing

Taglist: @humanpurposes, @lovelykhaleesiii, @valeskafics, @arcielee

Authors Note: it’s not my usual type of work sure, but it’s been in my drafts for a good couple of months and I thought I’d post and see what happens

Interviewer: What was a scene you filmed with others that took really long for you to film cause you just couldn’t stop laughing?

Interviewer: Georgia, out of these three please rank first, second and third. Matt Smith, Olivia Cooke… and Tom Glynn-Carney.

Matt: Oooh…I like that! You’re an evil interviewer!

Georgia: That’s not fair one of them is literally right here! -she points to Matt in exasperation-

Matt: I think I already know how this list is gonna go… -Matt let’s out a giggle while he ruffles his hair at Georgias despair-

Georgia: Oh shush you! Okay, this is so hard as I admire all three of them so much-

Matt: Some more than others…

Georgia: Shush your shusher! I’m gonna go Tom first, shush you! -Matt is now near fully laughing covering his mouth with his hand as Georgia points at him- Cause we did more scenes together and that. Plus he’s got a really good sense of humour that I can rely on to make me laugh anytime. Olivia is gonna be second cause whilst we didn’t do as many scenes together, Olivia altogether is such an amazing actress and I loved her work in ready player one which is probably one of my absolute favourite movies! Which oh so sadly means Matt is in last place…

Matt: You’ve broken my heart Georgie! -Matt places his hand on his heart and leans his head back in mock hurt- whose gonna tell the kids that mommy aunt and uncle daddy don’t love each other anymore? -the two break at this point. Both now laughing and grasping their chairs to not fall over-

Georgia: Okay! Now we’ve gotten the heartbreak over and done with! Matt is only last as whilst I love him very much-

Matt: Awe thanks Georgie!

Georgia: We didn’t get to film too many scenes together with our characters in the show. Plus I’ve not really watched at many projects with him in, though I’ve been meaning to watch Doctor who for the longest time with one of my good friends!

Audience member: Hi Tom!

Tom: Hello! -Tom waves enthusiastically with a bright smile-

Audience member: What overall was your personal favourite scene to film in house of the dragon and who was it you possibly filmed it with?

Tom: Ooh that’s a good one! I’ll admit there are a couple that come to mind at first, like the one where I’m wrestling Ewan attempting to escape the crown, -a wolf whistle emerges and all laugh including Tom- But there are others such as some of my scenes with Georgia and her character that became quite interesting for me to see our characters grow on screen. Plus I’ll admit I did really enjoy our kissing scene a lot, -the audience all freak out while one fan makes a more prominent scream than others- see that person gets it! Georgia is an amazing actress who I had such fun working with and can’t wait to see her career flourish more in the future! Though on that topic I guess my favourite is the scene where Aegon is finally able to break down with Alyssa as she comforts him and shows him that love and affection he’s been craving for his whole life. Yeah that’s my answer! -the audience all awes in near unison while Tom seems to cover his reddish face in embarrassment-

Audience member: In another interview, your costar Tom Glynn-Carney said one of his favourite scenes to film was your kissing scene in house of the dragon. Do you also hold this scene close to your heart? -the audience scream in happiness the question is asked and Georgia awkwardly smiles-

Georgia: Well, I have seen that interview and I will just say I don’t think he said exactly that, but yeah, the scenes where our two characters could develop where some of my absolute favourite to film. And by default the kissing scene goes high up aswell -the audience get visibly excited- hey! Calm now dear fans! To answer your question, the kissing scenes was actually one of my favourite to film, BUT! There are others I hold higher in the rankings! Such as the dinner scene and Aegons coronation.

Audience member: This question is directed to Tom and Georgia. What are some personal headcannons you have for your character and which of them would you love to have incorporated into the series?

Tom: ooh I like this! I personally don’t have many headcannons, but I’d love to think that Aegons love language with Alyssa before he can actually be with her officially and in public is like secret gift giving. Like, he’ll literally make maids send her her favourite dessert if she looked even a little upset at dinner, or if he’s on one of his little, escapes in flea bottom and spots a necklace he thinks Alyssa would like he immediately just buys it and anonymously sends it to her like a secret admirer.

-The audience all awe at the headcannon including Georgia who holds a hand to her chest.-

Georgia: That is so cute! God I can’t really think of any I’ve really made myself... um. One thing I think Alyssa did mainly when she was younger, I’m thinkin this on the spot here! She had a diary she wrote in about how she wished to be with Aegon. She’d write like little letters in there which she’d address to him but never give to him. Kinda like that movie to all the boys I’ve loved before, never seen it though before you all start freaking out I’ve only seen the trailer!

Tom: Awe that’s cute! Specially cause you thought of it on the spot too!

Georgia: Thanks! Though I think yours is the best one by far’

Interviewer: Okay, if your character had to sit down and have a drink slash meal with anyone from the game of thrones universe who’d you pick and why?

Tom: God I think the only one I can think of that’d even get along with Aegon may be Tyrion… their both just used to being disappointments in their families eyes and plus they’ll drink together! I don’t know how long it’d last though before they get annoyed at each other though… probably not long to be fair…

Georgia: Ooh good shout that! I don’t know… maybe Daenerys if I’m going basic answer, though Margaery Tyrell is gorgeous so I think I’d love to eat with her! Plus Natalie Dormer is a gorgeous woman aswell I loved her work in the tudors!

Tom: Yeah that is a good shout too!

Audience Member: What are your top three songs in your on repeat playlist on Spotify?

Georgia: Ooh I got to check this lemme try and find which pocket my phones in. -She takes a minute looking through and takes the phone out, scrolling for a couple seconds before bringing the mic back to her mouth- okay so number one is fleabag by Yungblud -fans scream- the second is… of course it is… it’s Romy by sleep walking animals -the fans scream more while Tom grins almost bashfully-

Tom: Wow! I am very truly utterly honoured!

Georgia: Yea yeah moving on! And last of all is I ain’t worried by One Republic, cause I adore Top Gun Maverick easily one of my favourite movies!

#tom glynn carney fanfic #tom glynn carney #aegon targaryen #aegon x reader #actress #my works #Tom Glynn carney x oc #tom glynn carney fanfiction #Tom Glynn carney x actress!OC #aegon targaryen x oc #actress!oc

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thesupreme316 · 8 months

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This is most likely to be the weirdest things i’ve requested,

Picture,Being Hook’s twin or older sister. At the past Blood and Guts, Reader is at ringside with her brother during JB match. Then when Jack turns, she sides with Jack.

The following Wednesday, when Her and Jack are now teaming together, the promo goes on.

After Jack says

“I’m still young, I’m cashing fat checks and i’m still banging the hottest bitch in this place”

Clearing referencing to reader, then reader goes on saying something like how she should be the FTW champion since she’s older and has had more in-ring matches that follow FTW rules( I like to think that the FTW title can go to any gender), Then when hook goes to chase Jack, just after jack jumps over the barricade reader and Hook are standing toe-to-toe, allowing Jack to get away safely.

I’ll leave the rest to you, Much love

YOU'RE FINEE

Had it Coming (Hook x Sis!Reader, Jack Perry x Fem!Reader):

Word Count: 1.3K

Supreme Speaks: hiii, thank you to @hookerforhook for the request (i miss your requests so much). I really enjoyed writing this one. If yall want more, you know what to do. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think, is primarily angsty

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom

Okay imma reference this post real quick in a way

You have been dating Jack for six months…so before he got into a tag team with your younger brother, Hook

Jack developed feelings for you after you decided to help him in his feud with Christian Cage (my sugar daddy)

You and Hook have the typical sibling relationship…you love him even when you fight sometimes

You’ve been through a lot together, shared a lot of interests, and you considered him to be your best friend

But right now you’re starting to tolerate him

And recently you started to grow a dislike for him

It’s not his personality or anything

It’s just the fact that even though you have won more championships, been wrestling longer, and literally helped trained the lil booger

He just managed to push you into his shadow from the crowd and your father

It pissed you off

Especially because it’s coming at the expense of you and Jack’s career

Your and Jack’s achievements started to get overlooked and Hook either hasn’t realized or he’s pretending it doesn’t exist

It’s been pissing you off

It’s been pissing Jack off

The constant comparisons, the forgetting his name, the fact people just seemed to forget about Jack

It’s just tiring

And it all leads to Jack turning on Hook at Blood and Guts

As well as you turning on your younger brother as well

Honestly, he had it coming.

That’s what you’re telling yourself.

For three days, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself.

It felt great turning your back on your brother. But, sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like there was a way to avoid all of this. As well as feeling like you’re in the middle between your brother and boyfriend. But the more that you thought about it, the more Jack would argue it’s what he deserved for pushing you away, for overshadowing you, for not thanking you, for forgetting about you, and most importantly allowing the crowd to look over you.

You deserve better. You deserve more.

Especially after how he made you and your boyfriend feel.

This leads to today, Wednesday, you and Jack were talking to the crowd about your actions. Before you could even get a word out, they started to boo you, loudly. At first, you felt small, like an ant. But the more they booed, the angrier you got and the more you tuned them out. They didn’t understand you, they couldn’t understand you. They didn’t know how you felt, yet you were portrayed as the villain.

Jack’s booming voice brought you out of thought, “I’m still young. I’m still cashing fat checks, and I am still banging the hottest bitch in this entire place.” He said making the crowd applaud as you smiled with a blush appearing on your cheeks. He leaned over a kissed your head. “Now, did we turn on Hook or did everyone turn on us? After all, we’ve done, after everything that we have given to this place and being robbed out of championships, do you expect some entitled, second-generation little prick to dangle his unofficial championship in our faces? A championship that is just like you Hook, a fraud. Unlike your authentic, legitimate, charming, and hot sister.”

Jack gently gave you the mic as the mix of applause and boos poured in. You rolled your eyes at the crowd as you began to talk, “And come to think of it, I should be the FTW champion.” The crowd booed at your statement. “Think about it! I have more in-ring experience, I’ve actually had FTW championship-worthy matches, and I was at one point your role model, little brother. The only reason why I haven’t challenged you is because Dad is protecting your ass. Cause he knows, that in one match I would take your championship, break your bones, and break your heart.”

“As far as I’m concerned, I am the uncrowned FTW Champion. It’s only a matter of time until I get my hands on it and make you pay for all the pain I’ve endured cause I’m the victim here, not you! But soon you will be once I send you to the ICU.” You continued, making the crowd gasp and clap at your words.

You gave the mic back to Jack, “And just for the record, we can hear you all very clearly. You all telling us that we messed up, that Hook’s gonna kill us. Hook, let me tell you something right now, when I get my hands on you, I am going to beat-“

He was cut off by Hook’s theme, making you roll your eyes and Jack’s color drain from his face as your brother emerged from the black stage. You could see his angry face from a mile away, his eyes were filled with rage. As he ran to the ring, Jack slid out of the ring, jumping over the barricade.

Hook slid into the ring to come face-to-face with you, making the crowd stand up in suspense. His eyes kind of softened as he gazed into yours; you could see his eyes go from angry to hurt. He didn’t understand why everything had to escalate to this point. He moved to continue chasing Jack, but you moved in the same direction; shaking your head at him.

You gave your younger brother a dropkick that stunned him. He just laid in the ring. He wasn’t going to get up to fight you, you knew that, he would never fight you, not even when y’all were kids, he never fought you. Maybe it was the respect and love he held for you…or it was fear. Whatever it was, it allowed you to do your finishing move before going to the back.

He deserved it.

Grabbing your bags, you walked to the parking garage, looking for Jack. Then, a voice called out to you.

“That was some show you put on, Princess.” You looked in the direction of the voice, shocked at who it belonged to. You slightly groaned at the person as they exited their vehicle.

“Christian, what do you want?”

“A conversation.” He said with a smile, walking closer to you with Luchasuarus behind him. “Maybe, a little more if I can convince you of it. Where’s your lover boy?”

You know that you’re not supposed to be talking to your boyfriend’s former mentor, but his tone and the conversation thus far intrigued you. “He’s on his way.” You said with confidence.

“No, he’s not princess. He’s long gone, jumped into his truck, and drove off without any stops.” Christian said with a mocking sad face. “That’s no way to treat someone, especially one person that he claims to love.”

“He does love me-“

“Why isn’t he here then?” You were quiet in response, not sure of what to say. “Y/N, you deserve better in multiple ways. I’ll cut straight to the chase. I have a proposition for you, a very beneficial proposition for both of us. But I don’t wanna conduct business with a pretty lady in a dirty garage. Let me, I mean us, take you to your hotel or somewhere to eat, and we can talk.”

Your brain was in the middle as you knew that anything with Christian Cage was bad news. And you don’t wanna disrespect Jack.

But then again, your boyfriend wasn’t around to take you back to your hotel room, you guys really had no plans after turning on Hook besides trying to take his championship (but you didn’t know how really), and you were hungry. Also, there’s no doubt that your brother was hunting you down so the two of you could talk, so you needed to leave now. Technically, it was a winning situation for you.

There was no harm in talking, right?

“Fine Cage, but no funny business.” You said. Christian smiled before telling Luchasuarus to get your bags, which he put in the trunk. Christian opened the door for you and helped you into the truck.

And if there is harm, it’ll catch up to you tomorrow.

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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I Saw Her First | Shelby Brothers x Reader

(It’s tough finding gifs for these, but this one kinda fit I guess)

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Shelby Brothers x reader (headcannons)

Summary: How the Shelby brothers would react to their brother having a crush on the same woman as they do.

Warnings: a little bit of fighting and maybe a bad word or two

Word Count: 977

A/N: so this is my first time doing proper headcannons. I hope that I’ve done it correctly. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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-Arthur-

• it's Tommy who tries to come in and catch the eye of the girl Arthur's had his sights on for the longest time.

• this is right after Grace up and left, and (Y/N) was there to offer him some solace.

• Tommy takes this as his way to maybe find someone who truly cares about his feelings and well-being, since that's what he thought that Grace was doing.

• and so he attempts to make his move and romance her into going on a date with him.

• Arthur's none too happy when he finds out that this has happened.

• he's been secretly pining for (Y/N) for months now, and although they spent a lot of time together, he never got up the courage to ask her out.

• so he's absolutely pissed when (Y/N) tells him (yes she tells him because they pretty much tell each other everything) that his brother had asked her on a date.

• he goes to find Tommy immediately and does not care that he's speaking with another Peaky boy when he finds him; he just starts yelling at him.

• and the Peaky boy sees himself out of the conversation immediately because he's not about to get caught in the crossfire.

• heated words are exchanged before Arthur rears back and punches Tommy in the face.

• this makes a wrestling match ensure; the two Shelby brothers rolling around on the ground while hurling insults at each other.

• Polly's the one who comes in to break it up (of course) and when she asks what this is all about, Tommy's the one to tell her — "Arthur's pissed because I'm able to admit my feelings for (Y/N) and he's not"

• and Polly just clicks her tongue and shakes her head at the two men. "Arthur just grow some balls and ask her out. I know you've been after her for bloody months. You know that he's got feelings for her, Thomas, therefore she's off limits. Now we need the both of you out here, the books are backing up," she settles the dispute, shaking her head as she leaves the room.

• Arthur and Tommy send a glance in each other's direction, silently deciding to call a truce before they leave the room.

• that night, Arthur was able to admit his feelings for (Y/N), who, not surprisingly, returned them to him. All it took was a fight with his brother to realize that he could be with her.

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-John-

• with John, it's Finn who tries to move in on (Y/N).

• this is later in the timeline of the series, so Finn's like fifteen/sixteen years old. He’s acting just like every other boy his age does...and his sights are set on (Y/N).

• (Y/N) and John had been talking for a bit, but they don't have a label or any super serious feelings towards each other. They've been good friends for a long time and have only now decided to shift from platonic to romantic.

• so Finn knows (Y/N), and she's always been rather sweet to him because he's the baby of the family and just...how can you not be sweet to the boy who always seems to be left out?

• and so one day Finn approaches (Y/N) and tells her that he's interested in her. And she's shocked because first off, there's a bit of an age difference between them, and secondly, she's literally talking with his older brother.

• she feels flattered though and tells him that although she has love for him, she doesn't see him in that light.

• and then she goes to tell John...who's immediately ready to go rip his younger brother a new one.

• but (Y/N)'s able to stop that too — she assures him that she only sees Finn as a younger brother and could never imagine being with anyone other than who she's with at the moment *cough* John *cough*

• John becomes overly happy by her statement and formally asks her to be his girlfriend right there.

• of course she accepts, and then she may or may not have to hold John back from going to find Finn so that he could rub it in his face.

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-Tommy-

• with Tommy, I'm thinking that John would show interest in the girl that he's been seeing but hasn’t made things official with yet.

• they (John and (Y/N)) both have the same sense of humor, and they’re always trying to one-up each other’s jokes and whatnot.

• John’s also there for (Y/N) when Tommy’s off on business...he sees that she gets sad whenever his brother goes, so he’s happy to be there to fill the gap and bring her cheer.

• when Tommy notices John getting a little too close to his girl, he becomes rather jealous.

• of course, he storms into where John is in the betting shop and launches a tirade about him closing in on the woman he’s been interested in.

• and John’s like “woah, pump the breaks here” and then admits that while he had been interested in (Y/N), he wasn’t going to make a move because he knew that she was already being pursued by Tommy.

• when (Y/N) finds out about Tommy’s little jealous episode, she finds it funny.

• actually, she and John often joke about it when they’re around Tommy as a way to push his buttons.

• this happens after Tommy asked her to officially be his girl, and every time after their finished with it, she leans over, puts her hand on his thigh and presses a kiss to his cheek before saying: “we’re just teasin’ you, baby,” with the most innocent look on her face.

• and Tommy just purses his lips and shakes his head because there’s really nothing that he can do...not until they're alone, at least.

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Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth @look-at-the-soul @mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @evita-shelby @lilyrachelcassidy @easilyobessedbutflighty @shelbydelrey @december16-1991 @onlydeadcells @peakyswritings @just-a-blackhole

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fibula-rasa · 3 months

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Favorite New-to-Me Films

January ’24

READ on BELOW the JUMP!

(listed in order of collage above, L to R)

Eleven P.M. (1928)

[letterboxd | imdb | kanopy]

Synopsis: Sundaisy, a violinist, tries to fulfill a friend’s dying request to ensure his son is raised away from the criminal element of the city. Unfortunately, Sundaisy is duped by a phony priest, and the boy grows into a low-level crime boss. After a series of misfortunes spurred on by the boy over the course of decades, Sundaisy’s family is nearly ruined. However, Sundaisy’s will for vengeance leads to supernatural consequences. All this is couched in a frame story of a man trying to meet an 11 p.m. deadline.

This is easily my favorite first-time viewing of the month. The synopsis above admittedly does not capture the mystical/transcendental attitude that Eleven P.M. reflects. This is the only film Detroit-based Richard Maurice ever directed, but it displays sophisticated ideas about film storytelling, using an array of devices in inventive ways. It’s always a treat to be reminded of how creative and exciting independent filmmaking can be in America. If you want to check this one out, I advise you to keep an open mind and not approach it with an overly literal, nitpicky mindset. Let Richard Maurice take you on this ride and I don’t think you’ll regret it!

I watched this on the Pioneers of African-American Cinema box set, which I can’t recommend highly enough. The films are outstandingly curated and contextualized and the set showcases an often-overlooked but indispensable part of American cultural history. A lot of the films are also available on streaming through kanopy, which you may be able to access with your library card if you live in the US.

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Lea on Rollerskates / Lea sui pattini (1912)

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Synopsis: Lea isn’t allowed by her parents to go rollerskating with a friend, so she decides to skate in her own bedroom. She proceeds to wreak havoc in the home before an accidental self-defenestration sets her free to wreak havoc at the roller rink instead.

A jam-packed, stunt-heavy bit of nonsense led by Lea Giunchi. I’ve watched quite a few of her films now and I’ve learned this is pretty standard for her. I love each and every pratfall.

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Two Girls are in Love with Foolshead / Le due innamorate di Cretinetti (1911)

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Synopsis: Cretinetti is dating two girls at the same time. The girls decide to duel, but Cretinetti is the one who loses… repeatedly.

I’ve finally gotten around to watching more Andre Deed films and this one was a highlight for January. I don’t know who the skinny woman is, but she and Valentina Frascaroli are great together.

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X (2022)

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Synopsis: A crew of filmmakers leave Houston, TX for the country in order to film a farm-themed porn. The producer of course did not disclose the nature of their stay to the elderly property owners. Said owners have ulterior motives in renting their cabin and respond violently to the group.

Appreciative of all of Ti West’s work, and X has so much going on and so much to say that I originally typed out two full pages (single spaced) on it before I knew it. I won’t be sharing those two pages because I think there are a few points on the approach to gore in recent horror movies that I need to mull over more. For now though, I’ll just say, I didn’t enjoy X at all, but I deeply appreciate what Ti West is putting out there. I probably won’t watch it again and I’m going to be sure my stomach is prepared for whenever I get around to Pearl (2022).

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The Hayseed (1919)

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Synopsis: Fatty wants to marry Molly, but so does the sheriff. Buster tries to keep the general store in working order while the sheriff plots against Fatty.

Luke the dog is one of my top 5 movie dogs of all time. I’ve never made an official list, but I know in my heart that Luke is at the top. Also, I adore how many modern professional wrestling moves you end up seeing in Fatty/Buster collaborations! In this instance, note the dance sequence with the lady who gets swung around wildly.

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The Ghost Ship (1943)

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Synopsis: Tom Merriam, a young officer, reports for his first commission on a long haul trip on the Altair. The captain has a bit of a strange vibe, but the newbie likes him, at first. As crewmen perish under the captain’s leadership, and the captain’s lectures take on a more sinister tone, Tom knows he needs to act to save the remaining crew and the ship.

Checked this out as I was on a Val Lewton kick not knowing much about it beforehand. I did not expect it to be a movie about fascism done in microcosm. So, if you were looking for a movie about ghosts or a Flying Dutchman, this ain’t it. Its off-beat structure amped up the tension, though the denouement was a little too pat. Cinematography was fantastic, as you might expect from Nicholas Musuraca. I hope Sir Lancelot got two checks for how much his singing contributes to the movie. Richard Dix is such a skilled actor in everything I’ve seen him in, but he is pitch-perfectly terrifying in this movie.

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Miss Pinkerton (1932)

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Synopsis: A nurse who’s bored with hospital work gets assigned to an old woman who’s ailing after a big shock: finding the dead body of her nephew. The detective on the case asks the nurse to gather reconnaissance for him at the house and she gets all the excitement she can stomach as a result.

Miss Pinkerton is a pre-code gem I somehow have never seen before, despite my devotion to Joan Blondell. The plot and characters are interesting, the cinematography (done by Barney McGill) and staging of the film is very dynamic and Joan Blondell brings so much to Miss Pinkerton with her signature effervescent sass. It’s also just over an hour long, so it would make a great watch for one of those evenings where you’re indecisive but want to find something compelling but compact.

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Phil-for-Short (1919)

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Synopsis: Damophilia “Phil” Illington is a free-spirited tomboy brought up by a Greek-professor father and his right-hand man, Pat. Her lack of lady-like decorum raises the ire of two town elders, who are also the local killjoys. When her father passes away, one of the elders abuses his position of power to force her into a conservatorship. Phil disguises herself as a boy and hightails it with Pat. While on the lam, Phil makes the acquaintance of a young woman-hating Greek professor. Through a set of misadventures, Phil and the Professor end up married, but it takes quite a bit of work after the marriage for them to find happiness with one another.

Great characters and performances and I enjoyed marriage not being treated as the resolution or an end point to the story. It’s also very endearing to see such a pervasively queer story about a man and a woman getting together.

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The Mystic (1925)

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Synopsis: A con artist enlists the help of Hungarian travelling carnival performers to enact a phony medium scheme against the hoi polloi of New York City.

Tod Browning is a sure-bet filmmaker for me and The Mystic was no exception. Highlights for me were: the execution of the seance sequences, Erte’s gorgeous costumes for Aileen Pringle, and an ending that I hoped would happen but assumed wouldn’t!

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There Ain’t No Santa Claus (1926)

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Synopsis: When Christmas rolls around, Charley doesn’t have enough money to both pay the rent and buy his wife a present. He uses his $80 to buy her a watch, instead of the rent, and his nasty landlord/next-door-neighbor steals the watch. Christmas Day turns into a free for all, when both Charley and his landlord dress as Santa and plan to enter via their respective chimneys for their respective children.

Well-paced, great comeuppance, and very well-executed gags. Additionally, Charley Chase looks absolutely outrageous in his Santa wig and he knew it!

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This one didn’t make it into the collage, but it’s still on the list:

Little Moritz Runs Away With Rosalie / Little Moritz enlève Rosalie (1911)

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Synopsis: Little Moritz loves Rosalie and wishes to marry her, but her father objects. So, of course Rosalie and Mortiz run away together in his funky little flivver, but dad and the family dog give chase.

Most of this short is the chase sequence and it’s very well executed. Sarah Duhamel is so cute and so is her family dog. The location shooting is nicely done (was this shot in Nice?) This charming poster captures the vibe of the short perfectly:

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In January we were hit with a nasty winter storm and, while we were relatively lucky in my neighborhood, we were without internet for a third of the month. So, we ended up relying on our home video collection, which accounts for five of the films above and me re-watching two seasons of Soap and Fritz Lang’s Niebelungenlied (1924).

Despite the holdup, I continued my “Lost, but Not Forgotten” series with The Dancer of the Nile (1923) and started a limited spin-off series, “How’d They Do That?” about special effects and stunts in the silent era.

I also made themed gif & still sets for: Miss Pinkerton, Dementia (1955), and A Christmas Carol (1971).

Here’s to a less eventful February! And, as always, if you’re interested in any of these films, but have specific content warning needs, feel free to ask me.

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wildestgirls · 2 months

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I Have a Dream - Our Last Summer

I swear these updates like once every six months will probably never happen again I was just feeling the need to write. yes I did say literally like yesterday the next update would be in summer, no comment. Enjoy !! 🩷

A cool breeze blew through the opened window, making Mika sigh and rest her head lightly against Sam’s large upper arm as she cradled his arm and lay on the bed beside him, trying not to think about strawberry martinis, the smell of vomit still lingering from the bathroom or how muscular she realised Sam’s arms were.

Sam was trying not to think about how tightly she was clutching onto his arm or how giddy it made him.

Mika felt her stomach churn and she groaned, holding tighter onto his arm, “Don’t ever let me drink again, please.”

Sam chuckled through his nose and grinned as he stared up at the ceiling, “Pretty sure I have a video of you saying something like that the last time we went to the club.”

“You mustn't be doing a good job of keeping me sober then.” she scoffed.

“You mustn’t be that good at self-control,” he replied cockily but winced and yelped as Mika dug her lavender nails into his arm and leaving red crescent moons in her wake.

“Ow! You’re being violent!”

“You’re being rude. I’m a lady, you shouldn’t disrespect me.”

“You’re no lady, you’re a freak. I’ve seen your search history.”

Mika laughed loudly and threw her head back. “You can’t fucking read! Yeah, you might’ve seen it but you didn’t read it!

Sam huffed with a grin and yanked his arm out of her hands and sat up against the pillows, folding his arms and looking away from her. “You’re so mean to me. All because I can’t read well yet.” he replied sassily.

Mika sat up on her knees and nestled closely to him while grinning promiscuously, “I’m not mean to you because you can’t read, I’m just mean to you because you get so cute when you’re angry.”

Sam huffed and turned his head to her to petulantly glare, pointedly ignoring the way he was fighting off a grin. “I’m not cute. I’m manly.”

Mika scoffed and giggled, “Don’t start with all of that, you love it when I call you cute.”

Sam furrowed his brows in annoyance. “I thought you were supposed to be hungover. What happened to all the ‘Nooo, Sam, I’m so sick, don’t goooo.’” he whined nasally, absolutely mauling her voice.

“Seeing your cute little face just makes me feel better. Has anyone ever told you how adorable and lovable you are?”

Sam rolled his eyes and decided to go along with it. “Yeah, they have. What about it?”

Mika smiled, looking absolutely pleased with herself. “They lied.”

She screeched in delight as Sam reached behind him and grabbed a pillow, throwing it right in her face and yelling at her, “’Hungover’ my ass!”

She grabbed the closest pillow to her and hit Sam roughly with it in the chest as she raised herself onto her knees once again. “Just because you’re in a hissy fit because you’re cuter than you are manly!”

Sam grinned ferally and grabbed her wrists tightly and ripped the pillow from her hands and threw her down onto the bed. Climbing on top of her, he grabbed the pillow he threw at her in the first place and hit her continuously with it as she wrestled with him and tried to escape. She tousled with him until she was able to wrap her legs around his waist and spin them around and wrench the pillow from his hands, so she was sitting on his waist victoriously and panting above him with a toothy grin.

Sam was about to fight back when she began shifting around on his waist, making his stomach feel like something had suddenly flipped around in his insides. His mouth very quickly went dry at the sight of her perched-on top of him, face flushed and panting as she grinned proudly. She threw the pillow to the side and looked down at him, beginning to tease him unknowingly, “What, this your first time having a girl on top of you or something?”

She continued looking into his eyes while she waited for his usual, snarky reply. But he didn’t. Then it clicked for her.

Sam broke eye contact with her and looked to the other side of the room as she sat up with a suddenly embarrassed face. Still, she didn’t make the effort to get up. Sam didn’t know where to put his hands and ended up awkwardly resting them on Mika’s kneecaps. She kept looking down at his embarrassed face and struggled to find something to say to diffuse the tension before failing and settling on silence.

His rough hands even just resting on her knee sent a thrill through her stomach. Him trapped beneath her in embarrassment and refusing to make eye-contact, face red and hair tousled...it was hot. The look in her eyes changed to one of trepidation, but also curiosity and need. And then she broke the silence, her voice quiet a curious like she was trying to tell him a secret.

“Are you...y’know...have you ever...?” her voice trailed off, unable to work up the confidence to say it out loud.

Sam swallowed his pride and looked back into her jade eyes, feeling confident from the energy Mika was unknowingly giving him by straddling him.

“Am I a virgin? What’s it to you anyway?” he asked, daring her to make another move.

She took the bait and lowered her hands, so they brushed the tips of his fingers. “I want to know more about you.” she reached down and wrapped her hands around Sam’s and smiled to relieve some of the tension, “Is that a crime, Sam?”

He shuddered as he involuntarily skimmed some of her energy, which seemed to come in abundance. He squeezed her hands shakily before dodging the question to try and distract himself from the sudden hunger for more. Now that he noticed it, he was fucking starved. He held onto her hands tightly to ground himself.

“I know you’re a virgin.” he claimed, looking up at her hungrily.

She simply shrugged with a small blush, “I want to wait for the right person.”

He felt like she was looking through his eyes and into his soul. “And how do you know who’s the ‘right person’?”

“Well...if I was going to...y’know...” she quietened.

“If you were going to have sex?” he finished.

“If I was going to have sex with them, and...it felt right and it felt...well, good, then I’d know."

Sam nodded and squeezed her hands gently. “Yeah, I get what you mean.”

Mika breathed in deeply and shifted on his lap at him squeezing her hands and how it felt like he knew she wanted him. Which he did.

She leaned back and considered him with heat in her eyes, “You do?”

Sam swallowed the rest of his tentativeness and doubt at the look she gave him. She wanted him, and he wanted her, and they both knew it.

He sat up and braced her hips with his strong hands, pulling her impossibly closer into his lap just as his piercing emerald green eyes turned a carnal gold, “Yeah, I do.”

Mika gasped silently at his hands on her hips and the sudden lack of space between them. While he was trapped underneath her, she felt like she was the one with him under her thumb, but now that it was real and he was right in front of her, she realized how much bigger he was. And then she realized, he had just as much power over her as she had over him. It felt right to be with him like this.

Sam’s left hand began to trail up slowly from her hips to the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Mika shuddered into his touch and leaned closer into his chest. Sam gripped onto her nape gently, forcing her to look into his golden eyes. She bit her lip when she seen them and questioned him, “Do you need energy?”

Sam replied shortly, trying to keep himself under control and fighting the urge to pounce on her. “I need you.”

Mika squeezed her thighs as she straddled him. It felt so right, and it felt so, so good.

“Have me then.” she murmured quietly.

He pulled her in by the nape of her neck and gently but firmly pressed his lips to hers. Mika made a small keening noise of pleasure, and Sam let out a groan of satisfaction. He slowly absorbed the waves of sexual energy coming from her while constantly running his hands up and down her sides to just hold her and keep drawing out those sounds she was making.

Mika gently bit down on his lips and pulled away, holding it between her teeth. He was the sex demon, but she still wanted to eat him alive. She released his lips and pulled away, panting slightly. His eyes still flared in a hungry gold, but not hungry for energy, hungry for her. Her heart done a flip in her chest, and she quickly rested her hands against his cheeks before rushing to pull him in for a kiss. It was more rushed than when he kissed her, their teeth knocked together and her nails accidentally scratched the sides of his face in pure desperation.

Sam let out masochistic groans at her nails marking him so primally and he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and ground into her. Mika gasped and pulled away, moving her hands down from his face to his wide shoulders, “S-stop, stop...”

Sam released the harsh grip he had on her hips and pulled away, out of breath. As they tried to regain their breath, Sam rested his head on her shoulder and listened and tried to keep his focus at the sound of her ragged breathing.

“You ok?” he asked in concern, worried he’d taken too much energy.

Mika nodded from beside him as her breathing settled. When she collected herself, she rested her hand against the back of his head, playing with his already messy hair. “Thank you.” she whispered.

Sam laughed quietly. “Thank you, Mika. Fuck you thanking me for?”

Mika chuckled with him and paused for a moment to try and explain herself, “Just...the way you looked at me...made me happy.”

Sam made a small smile. “Good. I’m glad.” he said quietly as he tried to settle down and stop thinking about Mika kissing him so carnally and desperately like that.

Her voice was quiet but sure when she spoke next. “It’s just...I don’t know if I’m ready for sex. Kissing like that was a lot. Sex...I don’t know about it yet. I know I said I’d do it if it felt good and right but, I don’t know...”

Sam silenced her quickly with a firm look. “Mika, I don’t care what you said earlier. If you don’t want to, we won’t. It’s that simple. Trust me, when you want to, we can,” he assured her confidently.

Mika smiled softly. “I do want to, it’s just...” she let out a tired groan, “I don’t know how long ago I woke up, and I’m tired...”

“You don’t need a reason, Mika. I get it.” he reassured. “I’m just...I’m happy that we did...y’know...that.”

Mika snorted, “Yeah, don’t sound too happy about it.”

“I am happy we done it! I’m very happy we kissed like that actually!”

“I can tell, I can still see your boner.”

Sam panicked, “What-” he quickly looked down. No boner. He groaned and glared at Mika. “Ha, ha, ha. So funny, Mika.”

Mika sat there giggling with the evilest grin on her face that Sam had ever seen. “Wasn’t it? Wish I got a photo of your face.”

“Right after I said I was so happy to kiss you and everything.” Sam grumbled.

Mika smiled and grabbed his jaw gently before turning his head to the side and kissing his cheek. “I know. So cute.”

“Whatever.” Sam murmured, trying and failing to hide his grin.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me #seduce me sam #seduce me damien #seduce me james #seduce me erik #seduce me the demon war #aomaris #spotify #like im so sorry i said id like never update this again #i lied

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westofessos · 9 months

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Not that anyone asked, but I’ve been unhealthily obsessed with wrestling for a little over a month now (just AEW), and thought I’d share my personal favourites:

Favourite Trio: The Acclaimed and Billy Gunn, and it’s not even close. They’re just such a fun time. I don’t think there’s anything else to say.

Favourite Tag Team: MJF and Adam Cole. I mean, come on. I really didn’t care about MJF in the beginning (though I thought he was very good at what he did. Super talented), and I found Adam Cole kind of boring. But put them together and my god, it’s magic. Few things have made me as happy as the two of them together, and it’s going to shatter my heart when they get broken up. The bottom line, for me: MJF makes Cole fun, and Cole makes MJF a good person. It’s beautiful. I could talk about them all day, my god.

Top 5 Favourites in general:

CM Punk - I know opinions are very mixed on him, but it literally only took one Collision for him to become my favourite. Just so good on the mic, super enjoyable to watch in the ring, and he seems like a genuinely good dude. I just. . . I just love him. Nothing will ever change that. Plus, Cult of Personality is just fucking awesome.

MJF - Now, you have to understand, until these past few weeks this spot was 100% Orange Cassidy’s. But I realized just how happy seeing him every week makes me, and how all I really wait for every week is his next match or promo (with Cole, of course, but I think this will remain the case after they’re broken up). He’s just so entertaining, great in the ring and on the mic, and one of the few that I believe is truly a good actor. Just pure joy, every time I see him.

Orange Cassidy - Now, just because he got bumped down one doesn’t mean I don’t still adore him. I love his whole schtick, I really do. It’s very entertaining, at least to me. I really appreciate anyone who tries to be that different from everybody else. And Jane by Jefferson Starship as his entrance song? Goddamn.

Kris Statlander - The only woman in the top 5, for now. And only because there’s only one fucking women’s match every show, so I haven’t gotten to see them all or really get to know or like any of them. But Statlander. Wow. As with Punk, it only took one look at her to know I adored her. She’s just awesome, what else can I say?

Adam Cole - It took me a bit longer to love him than it did the others, but slowly but surely, over the weeks in his tag team with MJF, I began to just adore him. He’s great.

Ones that aren’t my favourite, but I do really like them:

Chris Jericho - Now, before anyone (rightfully) judges me, I will explain. I know that he’s a shitbag in literally every aspect of his life, but I can’t help but find him so goddamn entertaining. I like his whole thing, I just do. The hair, the jackets, the shoes, the arrogance, it just works. I also think part of it is because I grew up with my dad watching WWE all the time, and Jericho is his favourite wrestler of all time. And Judas is a damn good song, it just is.

Juice Robinson - A fucking nutcase who is entertaining as hell. I love watching him.

Christian Cage - What an asshole. He’s great.

Dustin Rhodes - Maybe just nostalgia from when I used to watch WWE as a kid? Even still.

Sting - Again, maybe just nostalgia, but I don’t care.

Keith Lee - I honestly don’t even have a reason here, other than that he’s just cool.

Komander - Cool as fuck! Super impressive.

Samoa Joe - Honestly, just very cool. He also really makes me laugh.

Willow Nightingale - So cute! I just love her, and was so happy she won the Owen Hart tournament.

Ones I could potentially like but just haven’t seen enough from yet in the time I’ve been watching:

Best Friends - I adore Orange Cassidy and Kris Statlander but I haven’t seen much of Trent and Chuck. I’m sure I’ll love them though.

Danhausen - I haven’t seen him at all yet in any of the shows, but I have seen a bit of him on social media and I’m fully prepared to bump him up into the top 5 once he comes back.

Britt Baker - I’ve seen a few matches but definitely need to see more promos to like her.

Adam Page, Kenny Omega, Jon Moxley - I kind of feel the same about these three, in that I just need to see more before I decide to like them.

* if someone isn’t on any of the lists I either a) forgot about them, b) haven’t heard of them at all yet, c) don’t know enough to categorize them, or d) really, really dislike them (I was going to make this a category but honestly I just want to talk about the ones I like).

Lastly, I am deeply obsessed with this shit now and have no one to talk to about it, so if anyone wants to talk, feel free to send me a message. I have many, many thoughts and nowhere to put them 😂

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theonlyren · 7 months

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Ryme City Corviknight

Affection can be hard to realize.

I can be a reserved, self-centered man. The ways I show love reflect how I’d like to receive it in kind: I like touch, I’m a hugger, I like good food, I like quietly being in the same room as you. If your love language is different than that, then the adjustment period for me to get used to that can be rough. For a blessing, most of my Pokemon partners share and revel in the ways I show affection. Vivi, my Sylveon is an incorrigible cuddle bug. Aka and Kati, my Gengar and Zoroark, respectively, are always content to hang out around me. My Lycanroc, Strider, loves pets.

And then there’s Jeanne.

Bird-Pokemon already operate on such a different wavelength than is standard for humans and even other Pokemon. I met most of my team, and they met me, in a pacifistic, harmless manner. I hatched Vivi from an egg, I met Aka at a trainer school under disguise, I pulled Kati from a cage and met Strider at a shelter.

Jeanne I met violently. Literally woke up one morning to her pecking incessantly at my window and the moment I opened it to try and shoo her away, she instead flew INTO my house and started pecking me. It wasn’t until I literally wrestled her out of the air, after getting covered in scratches, that she calmed down enough for me to even analyze her. After that she just refused to leave, so into a Pokeball she went, and I registered her as a partner.

Jeanne loves violence. She loves fighting and battle perhaps more than most Pokemon I’ve ever met. The first time I took her out to the wilds to train her, she straight up killed the Caterpie and Wurmple I had her fight, and started eating them on the spot. Cycle of nature and all that, I suppose, but it was still a shock, none of my other partners ever went for the kill like that. But that was quick and easy to understand. “Bird likes fights, got it, can do.”

That I was able to steadily provide for her battles, I think, was the major reason she latched onto me. Everything else about her is and always has been difficult. If I touch her wings I get pecked or scratched. The sweet foods and treats I normally feed my team, she rejects. I’m not kidding, this bird hates ice cream and cupcakes. If she’s in the same room as me, it’s so she can bother me for food or provoke a fight. Or she’ll stare.

She stares. She stares a lot, and if anyone that’s not my own team members approaches me, she’s liable to protest and even attack unless I quickly call her off.

Past all this though. I know she likes me.

She has to, right? She would’ve left me months ago if that wasn’t the case.

When she became a Corviknight, I was so excited. I was moments, days away from experiencing one of the highlights of many ace trainers’ careers. Flight. On the back of your own partner. Soaring through the skies to get to wherever you need to go. No traffic, no roads, unquestioned freedom.

But Jeanne refused. And she did it in ways that baffled the experts and instructors. Normally when a bird is deemed unfit to bear a human, the signs are clear and obvious, they refuse the saddle or glider, they buck off the human, they protest loudly, they make it clear they don’t want to fly with humans.

Jeanne made nothing clear. She wore the saddle with no issue, and would even perch on a cab or a glider without issue. However she refused to move when a human got involved, and more specifically would roll to get me off of her, and she’d remain stone-faced the entire time. If she was saying no, it was in the most smug, quiet way possible. Not a “no” like “I do not want to carry you” and more a “no” like “earn it.”

None of the instructors in Ryme were able to parse this from my bird’s impeccable poker face. All signs pointed to her being willing and able to carry me, except for the fact that she wasn’t carrying me. None of the instructors could figure it out…

Except Aeron.

Aeron Instruction, who had a concerning list of poor reviews from former students who had either fallen off their birds or were just simply turned away.

Aeron took one, hard look at Jeanne and simply said “Yeah, she’ll fly you.”

I was baffled. Perplexed! The audacity of this man. I pressed him for more details, but he held off and insisted “business first.” So we scheduled it for this weekend, today, in fact, and he told me to do some bonding exercises with Jeanne.

Admittedly, his claim made me doubt my Corviknight, and what I thought would be the right bonding exercise instead led to a fight and a cracked rib.

Jeanne left.

I’d never had a Pokemon leave me before.

Let them roam? Sure. Go free range? Absolutely. Have we had moments I’m not proud of? Yes. But no one on my team has ever just… left. And it was my fault. I had an outburst. A moment of weakness. I think I broke her heart and she couldn’t deal with it.

It’s there in the name, Corviknight. I was her ward, her liege, and I betrayed her. I wanted to go where it was dangerous and she thought I was too fragile, unprepared for the skies, not ready for that risk. She was protecting me from herself, and when I attacked her, her worst fear was realized, and we both languished.

It wasn’t until I spoke to Aeron that I realized why she was like that. I had the right idea, but the wrong execution. Corviknight do indeed respect bravery, having gall, but they’re also defenders, and way smarter than they let on. When she was born, here in Ryme, her instincts drove her to search for someone who could help her grow strong, to challenge them to realize her strength, and I just happened to catch her eye. She drove me up a wall as I trained her and watched her grow. Whatever she wanted, she took. Whatever she hated, she destroyed. She became a gorgeous, strong, indomitable Corviknight with my help, and for that, in her own way, she vowed to protect me. Always.

Even after I betrayed that trust, she held to that vow. I was wrong to challenge her directly, and never should have. I had to challenge her vow. She left me for three days, but also never really left. Aeron knew that, and he only had one way for me to prove it.

This is Jeanne.

She’s my Corviknight partner.

She’s not fond of hugs. She’s difficult, violent, and hard to read. She’s not the greatest at expressing her love, but that’s fine. I raised her well, and I love her.

And she’ll defend me with her life for it.

#pokemon #pkmn irl #unreality #pokemon irl #corviknight #rookidee #corvisquire #trust fall #collage #and falling art by realpokemon #3D render models by SwitchFirePlayz

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javelinbk · 7 months

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For the DVD commentary game!! :^)

“How’s this for passion?” John growled, pushing Paul up against the wall, pinning his arms to his side with two firm hands on his biceps and aggressively forcing his mouth on to Paul’s.

Paul had seen this side to John enough times. It was a regular occurrence in the Hamburg days, although it had happened at other times too. John would get so drunk or so angry (normally both) that he’d punch, yes, but also wrestle, and occasionally kiss. Paul knew there was nothing sexual in it – it was just another way for John to assert his dominance over the group, like a dog humping or pissing over the rest of the pack. Come to think of it, he’d almost certainly seen John pissing on someone at least once.

Paul had witnessed this many times, and pulled John away from these situations more times than he could count. But he’d never been the victim of it before. He struggled against John’s arms, against John’s lips, for Christ’s sake, before eventually managing to push him off.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Paul said angrily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, even though he knew exactly what John’s motivations were. It was the same story it had been for over ten years – Paul was perfectly welcome as his sidekick, his partner in crime, but don’t you dare forget who was the boss around here.

Well, Paul had had enough of it. He’d suffered a host of indignities over the last few months: having to ask Yoko not to sit on his fucking amp, listening to their godawful sex tape, slowly watching JohnandPaul being replaced with JohnandYoko. And he’d put up with it all with a ‘sure, John’, and a ‘whatever you say, John’, and ‘would Yoko like a mic, John?’ But this… the knowledge that John - his John - now saw him as nothing more than just another kid to push around – this was the final straw. Paul suddenly felt hot tears spring to his eyes, and then he got angry. Really angry.

He pushed John again, and then just started thumping his chest with closed fists.

“Fuck you, John,” he muttered as he pounded his hands against him. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

You know, I’ve realised that this dvd commentary thing is a bad idea because I literally have no memory of writing something once it’s out there, so god knows what my thought process was here. I know (and you know) I love an angry kiss, but I think I wanted to steer away from too much of a cliche ‘angry kiss that turns into a passionate kiss’ (in this fic at least), and so that’s why Paul is actually angry. And I think I’d read some stuff about John wrestling/kissing people in a jokey/aggressive way during the ‘lost weekend’, so all those behaviours that Paul remembers just became canon in my head.

As for Paul, we’ve all seen what he was like during Get Back, how he was clinging on to everything by his fingernails, so I saw this as being the straw that broke the camel’s back, the one bit of bullshit that he couldn’t ignore. It’s basically 18 months worth of pent-up anger and frustration bursting out. But also, he’s clinging on to that anger because he definitely doesn’t want to feel or think anything else about John kissing him. Because he knows there’s nothing sexual in it… right?

Of course, it’s then followed up by John’s apology and the tender neck-kissing, which Paul finds harder to forget…

Thank you! I now have sympathy for anyone who’s ever had to do a dvd commentary for real.

#dvd commentary #fic writer asks #javelin writes

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ms-m-astrologer · 10 months

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Transiting Mercury enters Leo

Tuesday, July 11 - Friday, July 28, 2023

Another quick transit, though at 18 days Mercury has slowed down some from the two weeks in Cancer. And if that “slowing down” seems ominous, why, yes - we’re due for another Mercury retrograde zone. But not until the next sign, and not until next month.

So what’s Mercury’s flavor for those 18 days?

Learning - this sign has a science-y side (and I’ve yet to figure out where that’s coming from), to go along with the Performing Arts Camp stuff you’d expect.

Thinking and reasoning - can be very, very stubborn, hanging on to the problem and wrestling with it longer than it should.

Communication - loud. “Inside voice!” We can be very creative and dramatic in our self-expression. Maybe a little too “royal we” at times, a little too prone to assume that our experience is universal.

None of the following aspects are going to last longer than one day; Mercury is slowing down but still moving too quickly to have much of an impct.

Friday, July 14 - Mercury/Leo sextile Ceres/Libra, 6°33’. Hitting a back to school sale? Out for coffee with Mom? Both?

Saturday, July 15 - Mercury/Leo sextile Vesta/Gemini, 9°34’. I’m literally seeing a light bulb go off with this. We have a great idea. Mercury-Vesta is always very scholarly.

Monday, July 17 - Mercury/Leo square Jupiter/Taurus, 11°53’. Stubborn attitudes, with a lot of pomposity thrown in. If you catch yourself pontificating, stop!

Saturday, July 22 - Mercury/Leo trine Chiron/Aries, 19°57’. We can get a clearer understanding of hurt feelings, both our own and others’. Talking it out is favored.

Sunday, July 23 - Mercury/Leo square Uranus/Taurus, 22°32’. More stubborn attitudes, especially if (heaven forbid) we have a suspicion we might be wrong about something…. Doubling down on the mistake.

Tuesday, July 25 - Mercury/Leo trine Eris Rx/Aries, 25°15’. This could get loud! We easily articulate our anger. Clearing the air.

Thursday, July 27 - Mercury/Leo conjunct Venus Rx/Leo, 28°11’. More important from the Venus standpoint, as this is the first non-lunar aspect she’ll make after her retrograde station. Perhaps it can help us articulate what our Venus Rx work is (going to be) all about.

I’ve listed only the major aspects above, but: Mercury finishes its trip through Leo with a pair of inconjuncts (aka quincunxes), to Neptune Rx/Pisces and to Pluto Rx/Capricorn. These inconjuncts in fact bracket the Mercury-Venus conjunction. I can see that manifest (broadly) as something unsettling us from the Wider World, and trying to charm our way out of it or through it.

#Astrology #Transiting Mercury enters Leo #Ms M astrologer

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Can’t Get Enough Part 12

Summary: The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other?

A/N: Another completed chapter? Who is she? This is the last full chapter that I’ve had written for over a year. Not sure where to go next. I really loved the beginning of this fic, now I’m just like meh. For real though. If anyone who originally read this fic, reads this next part thank you. Since I posted chapter 10 I’ve returned from a new job back to an old job, got a puppy, bought a house, moved again, gone through a major depressive episode, and now applied to return to college. It’s been a journey since I started writing Billie and I want to do her and Lee some justice. I also want to give a shout out to @kitty4860 who commented on on my masterlist for this fic a few months ago, telling me I should write professionally. Literal tears of joy, because that’s always been my secret dream.

WC: 2.2k

Joy readily agreed to take Beth for the whole weekend. She said the pair should head up to Cincinnati and make a weekend of it. That way they could shop for furniture and have a couple of evenings to themselves. Billie was understandably nervous to leave Beth behind, but she was excited to get out of town for a couple of days.

The pair arrived at their hotel late on Friday. They had stopped off for dinner on the way, but Lee convinced Billie to go out for a drink or two. Well, two drinks turned into— well, she had lost count. She was tipsy and giggly as Lee led her up to their room. She kept leaning against him, hardly able to stand upright. Lee chuckled at her antics. When he opened the door to the hotel, she flopped down on their bed. She breathed deeply for a moment, just a smile gracing her lovely features. She popped up quickly, leaning over to undo her shoes. Lee just stared at her. Completely enamored. She glanced up at him.

“What?” She giggled.

“Just looking,” he smirked, kicking off his own shoes and joining her on the bed.

“And what are you looking?” She slurred.

“Just my beautiful wife,” he answered. Billie blushed, but turned onto her side, one hand reaching over to cup his cheek.

“So handsome,” she sighed, “All mine.” She wriggled her way into his arms.

“Damn right,” he growled, “And you’re all mine.” One hand skated down her body until he could palm her ass. Billie leaned over him and kissed him deeply. She hadn’t kissed him like that since they were married. Tongues ran against each other, and Billie was breathing him in. Lee rolled her onto her back and caged her against the bed. He attacked her neck and chest with his kisses. He quickly pulled her dress off and lavished attention on her breasts. He wrestled her bra off of her and threw away from the bed carelessly. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and palmed the other breast. Billie was breathless, she arched into Lee and he used the movement to hold her closer. He moved his attention to the other breast.

“Lee,” she gasped, “Please.” Lee looked up at her.

“What baby? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he answered.

“I need you, please,” she begged. Under normal circumstances, Lee loved when she begged for him. But she’d hardly been interested in sex at all for the last two months, so he was chomping at the bit.

“I got you honey,” he grunted. He kissed down her body, until he was eye level with her heat. He quickly removed her underwear, before he dove into her. First he just laved his tongue against her clit, she started moaning. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted her screaming for him before he even got his cock inside her. He moved so he could get his tongue inside her. He sucked her juices from her. God, she was sweet. Her hands moved down to rake through his hair. Lee was obsessed by her thick thighs, she was trying her hardest not to clench around his head. He couldn’t have that, he wrapped each of his arms around her thighs and pulled her into him. His palms resting on her mound. This position forced her thighs right next to his face. Practically suffocating him, but he relished it.

With the new position, he had leverage to flick his tongue even deeper inside her. He could hear her moaning, barely holding back. He knew he’d be able to slide into her with no problem, but he wanted more. He replaced his tongue with three fingers, he focused on spelling the alphabet on her clit. He curled his fingers inside her. Then started pumping in and out of her vigorously.

“Lee,” she moaned, “Oh baby, you feel so good.”

“You gonna come for me, honey?” He teased. Billie looked down at him and nodded. He could see the desperate, wild look in her eye. She wanted, no, she needed to come. Lee doubled down on his movements, fingers fucking in and out of her, sucking her clit into his mouth. Her breaths started to become more high-pitched and her whole body tensed. Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly. She threw her head back. Her hips lifted off the bed and she came with a breathless shout. Lee let up on her clit, but he was shocked by how wet his fingers were.

“Look at you dripping all over me,” he smirked, pulling his fingers from her pussy, her juices covering the digits.

“Lee, please,” she groaned.

“I know, honey. I’m gonna fuck you real good,” he promised. He quickly removed his clothes and settled back between her thighs. He pushed inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion. He rolled his hips slowly against hers. Cock stretching her deeply.

“So wet,” he hummed, “All this for me?” She nodded. His face went to the crook of her neck. He kissed her softly, her hands went to rake up and down his back, holding him to her.

“Love you,” she whispered, pulling at the hair at the base of his neck.

“Love you too.” Lee pulled back so he could look at her. He kept the same slow, deliberate pace.

“So beautiful,” he murmured thoughtfully. Lee started to speed up a bit, Billie locked her ankles together, around his hips.

“Oh, Lee,” she moaned, “You feel so good.” He captured her mouth with his. He kissed her deeply, and started to pound into her. He silenced her moans with his tongue. He wanted her to scream, but he didn’t want a noise complaint.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you honey?” Lee coaxed. Billie nodded quickly.

“I want you to come for me again,” he demanded, “I wanna stuff you with my cum. You’ll be leaking me.” Billie let out a strangled sob. She was desperately trying to hold back from screaming. Lee reached down between the two of them and started playing with her clit. His thumb rubbing against her delicately. He could feel her thighs quaking around him, her back arching so her tits rubbed against his chest.

“Lee,” she shrieked as she came. Her walls milked his cock just right, and Lee was quick to follow her. He came inside her with a grunt. After both came down from their highs, Lee surprised Billie by rolling them over. She lay still on his chest, catching her breath. He left his softening cock inside her.

“Don’t move,” he sighed. He didn’t need to tell Billie twice, she contentedly cuddled into him. It took almost no time for her to start drifting off to sleep.

The weekend was blissful. When they weren’t in bed they were out shopping. Billie was hesitant to spend money but Lee convinced her that some money needed to be spent on the house. Billie was comfortable buying a new set of dishes, a new set of pots and pans, and new bedding for Beth’s room. Lee was convinced that the entire house needed some changing. Billie dragged her feet. But Lee managed to coax her to pick out a new furniture set for the living room. The manager of the department store promised that the new furniture would be delivered in two weeks time. They returned home on Sunday evening, stopping at the farm to grab Beth. It was nearly Beth’s bedtime, but Lee and Billie had lost track of time in the city. Beth was so excited to see that her parents had bought her new bedding. As they pulled up to the house, Lee saw a man sitting on their front steps.

The same man he blackmailed to mess with the brakes on John’s car.

“Who’s that?” Billie asked.

“I’m not sure,” he lied, “Take Beth inside and I’ll figure out what he wants.” Billie gripped Beth’s hand tightly as she pulled her into the house.

“Sheriff Bodecker,” the man— Todd Williams— nodded.

“How can I help you,” Lee narrowed his eyes.

“I want to talk to you about that brake job. You said that it was a criminal. But he wasn’t. He was just some farmer. I killed a man, an innocent man,” Todd was rambling on.

“Are you confessing?” Lee asked stoically, “Do I need take you down to the station?”

“You told me—“

“Who’ll believe you? You fuck whores, you killed my wife’s father. Do you really expect anyone to believe that I set that up?” Lee was toe to toe with Todd.

“Get the fuck out of here Todd. I would hate for you to have an accident and not be able to go home to that wife of yours.” Lee pushed Todd away. Todd proceeded to run to his car, looking back periodically at the sheriff. Lee burst into the house. He came face to face with Billie. A horrified look painted on her face. Tears brimming in her eyes.

“Lee,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“Put Beth to bed, now,” Lee growled. Billie stared at him for a moment. His hand came up to clutch at her throat.

“I said now.” Billie scurried away, quickly pulling Beth into the bathroom. Lee followed. He liked watching his girls as Billie led Beth through her bedtime routine. To her credit, Billie hid her feelings well. She never let on to Beth how she was feeling. Lee joined the girls on the bed to read Beth a book. She liked to have two books read to her each night, one by each of her parents.

“Goodnight mommy,” Beth yawned.

“Goodnight baby, I love you,” Billie smiled as she kissed her daughter.

“Love you too,” Beth murmured, “Goodnight daddy.”

“Goodnight sweetie,” Lee said as he pulled the blankets up around Beth, “Sweet dreams. I love you.”

“Sweet dreams. Love you!” Beth was quick to close her eyes. Lee pulled Billie out of the room and into theirs. He closed the door behind them.

“Get on the bed,” Lee commanded, the doting father now gone.

“No,” Billie spat, “Tell me the truth. Did you have that man kill my father?”

“You left Billie. I didn’t know where you went. You told me that you lost the baby,” Lee was walking towards her, “That all happened because of John, he hit you. Made you leave. I would’ve taken you home that night, you never would’ve left if it was up to me. I would have married you the next day. We would have had Beth and other babies. You never would have met that piece of shit Larry.”

“You were the one who wanted to tell my parents,” Billie accused, “If you hadn’t made me tell them that night my dad wouldn’t have reacted like that. I knew I had to marry you, but you couldn’t leave well enough alone. Did you really kill him?” Tears threatened to run down her face.

“I had a couple of guys mess with his brakes,” Lee whispered. Billie slapped him.

“You are a such a bastard, Lee,” she shrieked. She tried to hit him in the chest with her fists, but he was quick to grab her hands in his.

“Stop fucking hitting me,” Lee wrestles Billie onto the bed.

“You better keep quiet, we don’t want to wake up Beth,” Lee grumbled as he cages Billie under him.

“How could you do that?” She gasped, tears welling in her eyes.

“I needed you,” he answered.

“I’m angry at my father too, but how do you expect me to move past this?”

“Oh honey,” he chuckled darkly, “what are you going to do? Divorce me? Then what? Who would hire you? You can’t keep me from my daughter.”

“I don’t want to divorce you Lee,” Billie whimpered, “I love you, but this—this just fucks with my head.”

“Well, just forget about it then,” Lee said as he started kissing her neck, “I can help distract you.”

“No, Lee. I don’t want to,” she said pushing him away.

“You couldn’t keep your legs closed this whole weekend and now you want to stop?” He said with narrowed eyes, “You’re mine Billie. I take good care of you and Beth. I’ve been taking care of you since your piece of shit ex came to town and almost killed you. I’ve been patient.”

“I’m not a possession. You don’t get to decide everything!”

“I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically, “Didn’t I let you decide on all the new furniture for the house?”

“It’s not the same.”

“I make the big decisions because you aren’t good at picking the right thing. You admit that leaving was a mistake, that lying about the miscarriage was a mistake, that Larry was a mistake. Those aren’t small, Billie. So, let me tell you how this is gonna go. You’re gonna keep your mouth shut. You’re gonna forget what you heard today. You’re gonna be my good little housewife,” he says as he undoes his belt and pushes his pants down, “You’re gonna give me everything you promised me. More babies. You’re gonna help me with all the elections.”

“Lee, please. You’re scaring me,” she whispered in terror.

“Just take your clothes off, honey.” Billie trembled as she stripped off her dress, leaving her in a thin slip that was hardly modest. Lee pushed her backward onto the bed.

@greeneyedblondie44 @bxnnywriting @kitty4860

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x ofc #The Devil All The Time #tdatt

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I’ve found it quite odd, in a variety of situations, when good comedians are good friends with bad comedians. I feel like if someone knows enough about comedy to be able to do it well, then surely, they also know enough about comedy to recognize when someone else is bad at it. Obviously this is kind of bullshit for various reasons, like comedy being very subjective… but come on, there are some things that most people who see enough comedy can agree are shit. And for that matter, there are some things that most people who see enough comedy can agree are good. And it seems odd when people who make good comedy don’t seem to be on the same page about that.

Today I was listening to my brother, who’s been doing comedy for thirteen years so knows all the other local comedians, talk to his friends. The friends he was talking to were other local comedians, and the thing they were talking about were even more local comedians, who weren’t in the room. And as I listened, I realized something that should have been obvious: comedians being friends with other comedians doesn’t mean they like their comedy. In fact, based on this very small local sample size, apparently when any comedians get together, the main thing they do is talk shit about the acts of other comedians who aren’t in the room, even though those other comedians are also their friends. And I don’t think my brother is necessarily “faking” his friendships with those comedians who weren’t in the room. I think they can just happily talk shit about someone’s comedy set without connecting that to a personal relationship.

Which makes complete sense, of course, because that’s what we do with everything. I first performed comedy only about six months ago, but I’ve been involved in the sport of wrestling since 2004, first as an athlete and then as a coach, but always at a relatively serious competitive level. And when wrestlers get together, a main thing we do is talk shit about the abilities of wrestlers who aren’t in the room, even though those people are our friends. I was friends with lots of people whom I knew were bad at the sport, because you use different criteria to judge good athletes from good friends. For that matter, I’ve been friends with a number of athletes who were much better than me, enough so if they had a rule against hanging out with inferior athletes, I’d never have gotten near them. But we maintained our friendship anyway, I’d smile and nod while they tell stories about representing Canada at major international championships, while thinking about the national university bronze medal that I still consider special enough to have on my wall.

It just made me realize that when I hear a good comedian off-handedly tell a story about hanging out with a shit comedian, I don’t need to keep thinking, “Wait, but you must know enough about comedy to know better than that?” This even sort of applies to when a comedian doesn’t just mention hanging out with a shit comedian, but actually promotes that comedian to their audience. This always makes me think – come on, don’t be ridiculous, you must know it’s not true when you tell us they’re great!

I’ve thought this many times, but when I actually think about it, I have literally sat in the corner of plenty of athletes whom I knew weren’t very good. Weren’t as good as their opponent, weren’t good enough to deserve to win. But I will sit in their corner, doing everything I can to swing the outcome of the match in their favour. Obviously I’ve done this for teammates and athletes I’ve coached, where I sort of have to. But I’ve even done it for friends from other teams, just because I like them. I don’t stop to think about whether they deserve to win. So maybe I can’t blame a comedian for figuratively being in the corner of their own inferior comedy friends? If my brother’s conversations with other comedians are any indication, they’re all aware that their friends aren’t good enough and saying so behind closed doors. But you don’t say so in public. And you don’t pick your friendships based on that.

I suppose this goes double for any time when a thought may have crossed my mind along the lines of, why would that comedian be in a romantic relationship with that other comedian, given that that other comedians sucks? That’s not really a great way to pick partners, is it? The people I know mostly only date other people within the sport, because they all know each other but they only know each other, and they cross talent barriers all the time. In fact, it’s fucked up if they refuse to do that. A few years ago there was this one guy who broke up with his girlfriend because she lost a big final match, and he left her for the woman who beat her in that match, very clearly because he wanted to date the more successful athlete, and everyone thought he was an absolutely terrible person. Because he was an absolutely terrible person, aside from just being fucking weird. That’s an insane way to choose romantic partners.

So I guess, if a comedian left one comedian for another, it would be fairly ridiculous to say “but the person you left her for is a terrible comedian and therefore you’ve made a bad choice!” I guess. Obviously I don’t have any specific example in mind when I say this (obviously, I did not have one day in early August of this year when I spent hours refreshing a comedy message board so I could see the new takes on a Dailly Mail article, before realizing I was doing that and re-evaluating my life). Though I maintain that I’m still justified in being annoyed about men doing that thing where they leave an age-appropriate wife for a significantly younger woman (not, like, furious about it, not like it’s a #metoo or predatory situation, it just sucks, our cultural conversations need more room for saying things suck without being predatory).

Anyway. It makes more sense when I view comedy as a competitive sport, rather than an art form that should be a perfect meritocracy. I have multiple friends whom I know are shit at the sport but if anyone from outside our team says so they can fuck right off. Also, I’m pretty sure I don’t even need to bring sports into it to make this point, I’m pretty sure this is just how everything works. People watch their friends be bad at stuff but still hang out with them. I definitely have friends who watch me be bad at stuff and still deign to hang out with me. It’s fine.

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august rotation

sorry for the little delay in posting this! school started up and it’s been hectic, but here’s some of the top songs i had on repeat during the month of august and boy was it a hot month for music

hold the girl- rina sawayama: this song makes my ears orgasm!!!!!!!!!!! the vocals!!!! the BEAT!!!!! the lyrics!!!!! teach me the words i used to know, reach inside and hold you close, i won’t leave you on your own it’s about healing now and healing your younger self and trying not just to hold onto to who you were but to comfort them and hold them close. the entire song is a love letter to your inner child. everything about it sends me through the roof but especially the absolute magical moment between 3:17-3:30 HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!??!!?!?!?!! INSANE. BITING AND RIPPING THINGS AND CRYING!!!!!!!

it gets dark - sigrid: this song is so punchy i LOVE it. it’s about finding your own path and self and making a life and reaching those little pitfalls and stumbles but still having hope and learning lessons through them!! it’s about it getting dark so you can see the stars!!!! definitely a montage-worthy song. could definitely picture myself walking down a street or in a moving vehicle/train/bus at night listening to this

the boys of summer - first aid kit: i love first aid kit so much and honestly? this is how this song was supposed to be sung. no i don’t take criticism. it’s achingly sweet and soft and nostalgic for that last breath of summer august chased away.

out of my head - first aid kit: imo this is their best song to date. they just keep getting better and better. i couldn’t group it with the previous one because of that. it deserves to have its own little paragraph for me to talk about it. the instruments, the vocals, the lyrics. they know just when to pull back and push harder and it makes for suuuuuch a good listening experience. also the harmonies are *pinches earbud wire like pacha* so good. sometimes you DO have to get out of your head to truly see yourself and wonder who you are and where you’re going. stuck inside my dreaming, falling behind shook me. unrelated but i feel like this is a song i’ve heard in the background of my dreams before

shadows - bears den: @preux-chevalier put me onto this song and i haven’t stopped listening to it since. first of all the strings throughout are gorgeous. i’m always a sucker for a violin. second of all- the devotion woven into every line of this is breathtaking. it’s so earnest and loving and yeah i DO want someone who wants me and all my shadows

if it’s not god - maddie zahm: listen. i was attacked. wig? snatched. it captures that wrestling with religion and beliefs you grew up with and finding your own identity and what/how you want to believe. the line in particular what father picks a few just to leave the rest? SCALPED me. holding onto blorbo-ing this for the tags. but the cover art??????????? HELLO???

lucid dreaming - alice kristiansen: this was just rude. still haven’t recovered. never will. it has the rawness very few songs have that just guts me to the core and scrapes everything out without remorse. i had to sit quietly for a bit and just stare at the wall after my first listen. every lyric hits so fucking hard. the entire song is a repeated sucker punch to the stomach. it leaves me winded and aching. i can’t pin point a favorite lyric or else i’d be putting the entire song on this post but this one in particular made me lose my mind: are you tired? are you sleeping? cause i woke up with your ghost again. but the lyrics aren’t the only part doing the heavy lifting in the song because alice kristiansen’s voice is so delicate and the way she sings every line... literally no one else could perform this song as well as she does and that’s that.

the watching silence - michael & michelle: this duo has the most delicious harmonies and songs that simultaneously hurt me and comfort me. the chorus is pure perfection and i’ve caught myself singing it multiple times when it’s stuck in my head

canyon moon - andrew mcmahon in the wilderness: talk about songs that make me get up and dance!!!!!!! i literally can’t help myself whenever i listen to this song and for that reason i simply cannot play it whenever i’m working or in the studio. andrew mcmahon delivers banger after banger and this is one of the best ones. i crank that shit up!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dance away the pain - number one popstar: got read to filth by this. i enjoy how hopeful it is and ofc it’s an absolute bop but a very specific one. as @whatdoyoumeanif said, it has sad twerking and disco ball vibes. the type of song you hear for the last call in an empty karaoke bar

#if it's not god went right onto the eddissy playlist just for chrissy cunningham #wheeeewee #also bestie #the only reason i haven't left a very thick and in depth review is because whenever i try to listen all the way through #i ALWAYS GET STUCK AT CANYON MOON AND PLAY IT LIKE 10 TIMES #not included was august by taylor swift bc like. hello. obviously i had that on repeat and so did you and everyone else #august rotation #monthly rotation playlist #monthly round up #ness listens to music #actually obsessed with rina sawayama thanks #i had lucid dreaming right before why should i worry from the oliver and company sound track on my playlist #and boy did i get whiplash every time

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