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dizzyjelly · 1 year

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A Night In

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Summary: you're at a dinner party with Abby(gf) and her friends when you get your period so you have to leave. You're worried you ruined the night, but Abby reassures and comforts you.

Cw: periods, brief mention of blood, usage of pads, medication(ibuprofen)

You sat at the table with a grimace on your face as you felt an all too familiar sharp, intense cramping in your lower stomach. Letting out a small sigh through your nose, you gripped Abbys forearm from where she sat next to you. She was laughing and chatting with her friends, who had been so kind to invite the two of you to a dinner party tonight.

You tugged at her shirt a bit, and immediately she could tell something was up.

"What's going on, babygirl?" She leaned to your ear to whisper.

"I think I got my period, can you come to the bathroom with me?" You whispered back, feeling embarrassed.

"Yeah, of course." She smiled at you before kissing your forehead, then she stood and held your hand.

"Excuse us for a moment." She announced to her friends, thankfully leaving out your embarrassing details.

She walked you to the bathroom with her hand now finding its place on the small of your back. You got in there and she stood near the door as you sat at the toilet, pulling your tights and underpants down. You groaned as there was a red spot soaking your underwear, throwing your head back in frustration.

"Ugggh. I swear I'm going to die." You complained, clutching your stomach as you felt another wave of intense cramping.

"Hey, it's gonna be ok babygirl. Did you bring anything in your purse, pads or tampons?" She asked as she dug into your black purse on the countertop.

"No... I wasn't supposed to get it for two more days." You admitted, knowing it was probably stupid and you should always have that stuff on you, "God I'm so stupid." You voiced your thoughts.

"What! Don't say such things about my sweet girl. You're not stupid." She immediately contradicted you.

You just smiled, but not for long because you just realized you'd bled through to your tights. They were new as well, you'd gotten them just for tonight. You sighed, putting your elbows onto your knees and dropping your head into your hands with a frown.

"Baaabe my tights. They're ruined." You complained, still not bringing your head back up.

Abby tsked,

"Hey, hey, it's all gonna be fine. I've got some pads in my bag just for emergencies and we'll deal with the tights when we get home. Everything's ok." She reassured you, handing you a pad from her bag.

It was your favorite, go-to brand. She had those in there just for you, you knew this because she used tampons. You muttered a small thank you and put it on before finishing up your business then washing your hands.

"Wait, we're leaving?" You asked, feeling guilty.

"Yeah, I wasn't gonna make you stay and sit in your own blood." She stated as if it was obvious.

"Well, you should stay" You suggested, but Abby shook her head, "come on, I don't wanna make you leave." You held her hands in yours, leaing forward to rest your forehead against hers.

"I don't wanna be here if you're not. The whole point was for you to meet my friends, it'd be silly if I just stayed." She explained, rubbing your hands with her thumbs.

It took you a minute, but you would eventually agree. You felt terrible, her friends were so kind to invite you and the food was delicious. Why did your body have to conspire against you?

"Ok, finee." You spoke reluctantly, still not wanting to make Abby go home with you.

But she would insist, and in the end she'd always win. She just had a way about these things, and you knew she probably wanted to take care of you. The both of you returned to the dining room, everyone was just chatting.

"Hey guys, were gonna head out." Abby told her friends.

"Oh, is everything ok?" Manny asked.

"Yes, everything's fine. We're just not feeling well. I'll see you guys later, yeah?" She gave a small explanation, keeping it vague.

"Uh, thank you guys for inviting us, it was lovely meeting all of you. And your food was amazing." You spoke with a smile, even though you wanted nothing more than to cry.

You said goodbye to everyone, Abby gave a few hugs, but you weren't all that into physical touch with people you didn't really know. Once she was done, you walked out to the car together. Just before you were going to get in, Abby brought her arms around you from behind. She placed light, tender kisses to your neck and collar bone as she hugged you. Then, without a word, you guys got into the car and she began the drive home.

It wasn't too bad, only about fifteen to twenty minutes. During the first few minutes of the ride, you were able to stay calm and collected. Abbys hand rested on your thigh, as it always did whenever you rode passenger seat with her. But after a few minutes passed, you turned away from her to look out the window as you chewed at your thumbnail. You'd only chew your nails if you were feeling anxious or upset, and right now you felt both those things.

While she probably wouldn't ever be angry at you for what happened, you worried Abby might get mad. And you were upset because you still felt bad for making her leave the party. It was a really nice dinner party, and she should've gotten to stay until it was over, even if you didn’t.

Of course, Aby noticed something was off. Just by the way you weren't saying anything, no complaints about your cramps or asking to get food even though you just ate. She got out of the car and walked over to open your door, grabbing your hands and pulling you up and out of the car. Then, she grabbed at the bottom of your thighs and pulled you up so she held you as you walked inside.

"C'mere." She muttered as she picked you up.

You wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck, nuzzling your face in the crook of her shoulder. It never failed to surprise you at how strong she was, not that you were too heavy, but still. The feeling of her strong biceps around you was always comforting. It didn't take long before you could feel tears streaming down your face and onto her as she opened the front door.

Soothingly, she ran a hand up and down your back as she walked over to the couch, sitting down so that you were on her lap straddling her. She sighed as her brows furrowed. Slowly, she pulled your head from where it lied on her shoulder. She held your face with her hands, rubbing away your tears with her thumbs.

"Babygirl, what's up? Come on, you're too pretty to cry." She gave a small smile, but it was hard since she hated to see you cry.

"I- I just f-feel bad. I r-ruined our whole night." You cried as you stuttered, then dropped your head to Abbys chest as your tears wet her shirt.

"What! Nonsense, our night isn't ruined! Come onn, you know I love a night in. We can watch a movie, cuddle, have snacks... and candy." She rubbed her hand up and down your back again, wanting nothing more than to comfort you.

A small smile crept onto your face, snacks, candy, and cuddling did sound pretty nice. You lifted your head to look at her, and she smiled ten times as big when she saw you were smiling.

"There's my girl!" She exclaimed, bringing her hands to hold your face again before pulling you in for a kiss.

You held her by the back of her neck, the kiss was sweet and lasted rather long. It was only after a minute you pulled away, resting your forehead on hers.

"You promise I didn't ruin it?" You asked, still feeling some guilt.

"Yes, here" She brought her pinky and wrapped it around your own, "pinky promise." She smiled before placing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"Well, now I know you really mean it." You joked, letting out a small giggle.

Abby laughed as well, her mood shot up instantly when she knew you were ok. And your laugh always made her laugh.

"Why don't you go get changed and I'll go out and get us some snacks. Take some ibuprofen for your cramps." She suggested as she peppered kisses over your cheeks, nose, and chin.

"Mkay. You don't want me to go with you?" You asked.

"Do you wanna come with?" She asked in return.

You shook your head no and she just nodded, pulling you in for a warm embrace before giving you a light peck on the lips then setting you down on the couch next to her. She got up and left, off to get snacks. You went upstairs to your shared bedroom and pulled your dresser open.

You grabbed one of your pairs of granny panties and a t-shirt of Abbys before going into the bathroom. After getting changed, you brought your stained panties and tights to the laundry room and set them on top of the washer. You made a sour face at them, those were really fucking cute tights.

Sighing, you exited the laundry room and made your way to the bathroom. You pulled open the medicine cabinet, grabbing the ibuprofen and taking your usual dosage with some water from the faucet. Then you placed the bottle back, closed the cabinet, and went back to the living room.

You'd brought down your favorite blanket from you and Abbys bed, getting comfy on the couch as you turned the TV on. You browsed a few different streaming services for a movie before you ultimately decided on 10 Things I Hate About You, it was a classic and one of your favorites.

During the ten minutes you waited for Abby to return, you scrolled through pinterest on your phone and checked Instagram a few times. Once she got back, she held two bags full of your favorite candy and snacks as well as some of her own favorites.

She kicked her shoes off then rushed over to sit beside you on the couch, leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek as she set the bags down beside her. You smiled and leaned into her kiss, then lifted up the blanket so she could share it. It wasn't huge so you'd ended up sitting on her lap as she held your waist. She grabbed the bags and dumped them both out onto the couch and your eyes lit up.

Immediately, you reached for your favorite chips and opened the bag before you started munching on them. Abby started the movie before going to town on one of her favorite candies. You let yourself sink into her embrace, enjoying the movie and the snacks. It didn't take long for you to drift off into a peaceful sleep, Abby smiled to herself as your head fell back onto her shoulder, light snoring coming from you.

She'd only watch about five more minutes of the movie before carefully picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom bridal style. She wrapped you up in the blanket, lying you down on the bed before climbing in herself. You slowly stirred awake as she was getting comfortable, you turned to face her.

"Hold me." You whispered, so quiet she almost didn't hear you.

You snuggled into her side and she wrapped her strong arms around you, lightly playing with your hair with one of her hands as the other sat at the small of your back. You sighed contently, your head resting on her chest as you held her with your own arms. They weren't as strong, but they were just as loving. You both would fall asleep shortly after.

#abby x y/n #abby x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby x reader

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aloesarchives · 6 months

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Kengan Omega Thoughts

I finally caught up with Kengan Omega now and I... Um, What?

*Spoilers for the lastest chapter!*

I know I shouldn't be rooting for him because he's supposed to be a villain but for all things under the fucking sun he's hot. Look at him, he's pretty for being over like a hundred years old or some thing like that. Fucking aging like mf wine, jesus christ.

Mukaku dying is good because while he did care to some extent, he was overall terrible person. It's funny how he could've done something if he actually never gave up when dark Niko defected to the worm if he still trained our Niko and try to stop the worm. But his flaw of giving up when he knew he lost probably got him to where he was. Plus his motives to kill and get rid of the worm wasn't for virtue or the greater good, it was to get revenge on the connector for murdering his clan which resulted in him having people die because he instigated them.

It sort of falls under the theme of conviction, tenacity, and motive that Kengan has. People with strong convictions and wholeheartedly believing in their motives to fight gives them power and strength in matches and training.

Just something I noticed when reading the "save Ryuki from the inside" arc in the manga. (which I left of from)

If this chapter came out early 2022 or 3 years ago, I would be frothing at the mouth right now seeing Joji and Waka interact. I'm happy that it's canon that the two of them actually know each other. Dude, even Waka knows Joji is a troublemaker, lol. Though I'm out of my Joji and Wakatsuki phase, I still love them dearly. Especially Joji, the man is funny, empty-headed, nonchalant. I personally want to thank Sandrovich for including Joji more in Omega and making him as comic relief. He so himbo-coded, I love it.

Ugh, I love them so much! They have come a long way since the beginning of Omega. I'm so happy for them. Ohma, Ryuki, and Koga, nice development and growth.

I'm sorry, but this fucking panel had me cackling. I know it's meant to be serious and all but it reminds me all too much of this picture below:

Dude, you know it's serious when four of the most powerful people are in an absolute state of shock. The Worm and the Death Dealers don't play around. But I kinda wish they didn't make Shen be this over powered because we don't know who's gonna beat him. I mean, they already stated that Lolong, Agito, nor Raian could defeat him. Hell, we don't know what happened to Ohma since he witness that even the fangs of Metsudo are no match for him. I mean, it'll probably go down to more of Koga fighting him if anything but he'll get his butt handed to him. I wouldn't be surprised if Ryuki fights Shen because it's hinted that there are more then one connector since Mukaku put two and two after realizing that Ohma looked more like Ryuki then with Shen. I think it would be fun to hear that Ohma is a clone of Ryuki and Ryuki is a connector but was sealed away in one of those tube thingys in like the movies. That could explain why he doesn't remember much of his past besides training with Mukaku unlike Ohma who was remembers being a child in the inside.

So we know that Ohma is definitely a clone. Unsure if he's a clone of Ryuki and unsure if Ryuki is a connector himself. I guess we'll wait and see because it seems like the Omega is getting close to the end, like 75% done.

Nogi really is playing with fire and a hydrogen bomb. I understand and like his spirit. But Idemitsu makes a good point about all of this. I also liked how his reaction of shock is different from Yamashita, Nogi, and Katahara. Obviously it's shock but more of like "What the fuck? What the hell just happened?" versus the three's reaction being "Oh my fucking God, how did this fucking happened? What are we up against?" Idemitsu was aware of the worm and of its existence but only recently interacted with them. Whereas Nogi and Yamashita know what they are up against and how dangerous they are to the entire world. Katahara, on top of the two, has even experienced the Worm and even seen their atrocities as he had came across a Gu ritual where he ended up meeting Agito as he was the only survivor.

I just wanna see how this all goes down and what will happen to Ohma and Ryuki.

#kengan omega #kengan ashura #wakatsuki takeshi #tokita ohma #ryuki gaoh #koga narushima #Shen Wulong #kengan thoughts

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ziasecretlab · 2 years

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homesick

atsumu miya x y/n imagine

🪶you know that being in love with a famous volleyball player has its ups and downs. but when he leaves for work just a little too long, you realise how ‘down’ it can really get.

- warning: angst :> , reader gets sick

extra note: i’m back after some time! school just started for me and also i was busy celebrating eid! i have a lot on my plate so i hope this imagine is up to standard! enjoy !!

"you just got back," you murmured to atsumu who was running his hand through his hair for the hundredth time. "i told ya i'd be travelling alot! did you not catch that?" he groaned, sitting on the bed, elbows touching his knees.

you sighed, taking a step back. atsumu travelling for volleyball was nothing new to you. it was something you understood for so long but something about this trip didn't sit right with you.

atsumu had just returned for a long trip and was now leaving again for around 3-4 months. the back to back scheduling made you upset. you hoped that you would at least be getting a month or two with him.

it hasn't even been 2 weeks. and he was leaving?

"i caught that well, 'tsumu. i supported you travelling for volleyball but don't you think you've been gone for so long?" you tried pleading with him but it only garner a snicker out of him.

it threw you off guard.

"weren't you the one who said you'd follow me to the ends of the earth? what happened to that?" his voice raised just a little. you gulped back the rising bile in your throat.

"you know i can't leave Japan," you softly said, looking at the ground. you had just gotten a life changing promotion and you plan to keep it.

"and you don't see me forcing you to leave Japan, right? so why can't you be happy that i'm chasing my dreams?"

something hit you right there and there. you wanted atsumu around more. you missed your boyfriend's presence. but he wanted volleyball. he wanted to travel for volleyball.

and you were being selfish by holding him back. your worst fear had actually became a reality.

"i guess you're right, 'tsumu. i'm not allowing you to do the things you love," you tone was something that atsumu recognise and feared to hear.

atsumu came to the realisation that you were actually letting he leave. not only to Germany but from the relationship too.

"you're not actually gonna- y/n, we'll work it out,"

you mouth turned into a frown and you shook your head, trying to hold back your tears. "go to Germany, 'tsumu. you don't need to do it with me around. you've been fine on your own," your voice broke halfway. tears were falling and you let it fall.

atsumu was already inching closer, but you stepped back with every step he took.

you used whatever energy you had in you to leave your shared bedroom and into the living room. you has no solid plan as to what you were going to do anymore.

you just broke up with atsumu miya. the man you've been with for over 5 years. was it petty for you to do that? you didn't know. but you felt awful the day you heard atsumu left for germany.

he told you that he'd leave the keys of your apartment. atsumu knew how much you loved that apartment but it became your worst nightmare at the same time. you were so used to living with someone else.

all that gone just because you needed him. did you think it through when breaking up wit him? certainly not.

waking up to an empty bed felt different. you couldn't get used to it. even though it was been a solid 2 months atsumu had left. no word, no text, no call. that was all the confirmation you needed to know that he wanted it too.

right?

"you look terrible, y/n," you sat down at onigiri miya, owned by osamu miya. it was the worst place to be at knowing that the man currently speaking to you look like your ex.

"i feel like shit, samu. i think i'm sick,"

"and you decided to dine in? that's the most stupidest shit ever," you flipped the man off as he made some onigiri's for you. you looked around to see pictures of atsumu plastered around the shop.

some of the pictures were newer. especially one’s with atsumu. some taken before he left for germany. a huge smile on his face. something you longed to see once again.

but even you knew your relationship was rocky the day he said he’s leaving again.

"lovesick?" osamu asked out of nowhere. you looked up at the man and shrugged. a sad smile reached your face as you looked at the table.

"was i stupid for letting him go?" you genuinely asked the twin who in return shrugged too. "both of you were stupid for the breakup. he wanted to leave Japan. you wanted him here," he set down a plate of food infront of you.

"but i do know that both of you are idiots who can't seem to grasp the concept that you were made for each other," he leaned against the counter, cleaning some glasses.

you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. you didn't know what he meant. "he wouldn't stop asking 'bout you. driving me nuts," you felt guilt set into the pit of your stomach.

atsumu was asking about you. you wondered what osamu had told him. did he ask about you wellbeing? how you’ve been holding up? maybe if you still missed him?

the could-have-been’s made the guilt turn into nausea

"samu, do you think i could pack this to-go?" osamu looked at your face and a flash of concern came over him. he nodded and packed it.

"you doing okay, y/n?"

"i suddenly don't feel too good. i'll see you around samu,"

you hailed for a taxi as soon as you stepped out of the shop, not trusting yourself to walk home. you felt dizzy, maybe even feverish.

heartbreak can’t cause someone to be sick, right? given that you had spent most nights crying rather than sleeping, you’d be tired and not sick.

oh how wrong you were.

the day you left onigiri miya, you haven’t left your house ever since. you had caught some kind of cold, leaving you in bed for most of your days. even when you tried to get up and care for yourself, it was almost impossible.

your phone beeped a couple of time but you didn’t bother checking. your head, eyes, nose, whole body was strained. maybe it was the stress that made you so sick.

or the lack of a certain miya in your life.

by day two, you felt as if you needed a lifeline. your body was more in pain that the the previous day and you knew that the fever hadn’t gotten anywhere better.

you did, however, checked your messaged. surprisingly, most of it were from osamu and oddly enough, hinata.

osamu’s messages were asking you if you were alright and if he should send some food to your place. you allowed him to do whatever he wanted and now you had food coming.

as for hinata, you scrunched your forehead and every texts he sent. you and hinata were friendly with one another and even talked relationships with the boy. but the amount of spams from him was unusual.

the multiple messages of ‘are you okay?’, ‘osamu-san said you were ill!’, ‘atsumu’s asking about you!’ had you worried.

atsumu was asking about you? but he’s all the way across the country. by then you threw your phone to the side and snuggled yourself in bed once again. your arm slid to what used to be atsumu’s side of the bed.

it was cold, untouched and still smelled of him. it made your heartache even more than it already had. tears fell from your eyes once again, as you felt a throb in your head pass by.

you were sick because you missed him. it wasn’t something hard to figure out but you didn’t want to agree with it.

atsumu felt the same way too. he didn’t fall ill because he’s healthy and an athelete but it affected him in the way he played his games.

it was messy. he was distracted. even without the band playing in the background, he couldn’t focus. his mind was set on you and he left you so easily.

atsumu knew he should’ve figured something out with you but in the heat of the moment and with the way you two were fighting, he was at a standstill.

you heard the front door open with still half dazed. you didn’t question it for a while but once the footsteps came closer, you were anxious.

could be a robber? someone breaking in?

when the door of your bedroom opened, you squinted your eyes as you watched the person who entered your house stand by the doorway.

moppy yellow hair.

groggily, you sat up while he rushed to your side. “hey hey. don’t work your body so much. you ain’t well,” he slowly pushes you down back into the mattress.

“‘tsumu?” your voice wavered as you felt tears gathered in your eyes. maybe this was your final stage of being sick. hallucinations. “hi baby. i brought food from osamu’s,” he held up a plastic bag with things from onigiri miya.

“i thought you’d still be at Germany. why are you here?” you welcomed the tears as he sat beside you.

“i missed you, y/n. and i hated the way things ended. i was homesick,” he admitted, clearing the tears and stray hair away from your face. atsumu needed a good look at you.

he fucked up.

you fucked up.

“i’m sorry for that day, ‘tsumu,” you shuffled to be closer to the man and he allowed it. “don’t say thing like that, y/n. you had nothing to be sorry about. i shouldn’t have left you for so long,”

atsumu wasn’t the type fowardly apologise. but you knew that what he said translated to an apology.

“about Germany. i left. told them i needed to get home to something important,” you chuckled at his words. you reached out to his hands and grabbed them.

“i know i said i’d follow you to the ends of the world,” atsumu shook his head at your statement but you shush him up. “i think i’m ready to fulfil that,” you voice cracked as a small smile reached your face.

“but yer job-”

“don’t worry about that, ‘tsumu. i’ve sorted it all out,” you pushed you body up so that you were now leaning on the headboard.

“i missed you way too much. i mean me being sick is literal proof of how much i missed you,” you motioned to you being in bed sick. atsumu laughed and leaned closer to you.

“does this mean you’re willing to give us another go?” atsumu nervously asked, fondling with you hands. you hand reached to his face and cupped his cheeks.

he promptly looked at you. “didn’t i say i’d follow you to the ends of the earth? i wanna be with you,” you admitted, a small blush on your cheek.

the moment the two of you were having was equivalent to when atsumu told you he liked you for the first time. both of you were nervous wrecks.

“we’ll take it slow, okay? god i fucking missed you, sugar. if i was here, you wouldn’t be sick right now! scoot i’m feeding you!”

atsumu took the bowl of soup and spoon fed you every bite. you wouldn’t say the miya atsumu was the reason you weren’t sick anymore.

but you felt much better in hours since he arrived back by your side.

now the two of you were cuddled in bed, watching a movie while atsumu coddled you. “i love you so dang much,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head.

“i love you so much too, ‘tsumu,” you sighed in content, happy to be back home. “we should get you back to Germany. your team needs you,”

you caught the pout of atsumu’s face as you brought up the topic that caused you two to fight in the first place. “but i need you. and you need me! they’ll be fine!” he childishly replied, eyes trailing back to the screen.

“atsumu. i love you. but i know how much volleyball means to you. plus, i’ll come with!” you weren’t grounded to a job which you had quit after realising how much it affected your life even before atsumu left.

you had picked back up a skill that you thought you had forgotten and decided to make a business out of it. honestly, it’s been going well so far.

“are you sure? condition there are much different from here. plus you’d get homesick!”

“i’m home where ever you are. unless you don’t want me there,” you gave him a look, eyebrows raised. atsumu rolled his eyes and hugged you closer.

“once your better, i’ll book a flight to Germany and i’ll make sure you’re seat is next to mine,” you giggled and how kiddish atsumu can get sometimes.

“heard from samu that you were asking bout me,” you nudged the man.

“i needed to know if you were fine. the day samu told me you left the shop not looking too well, i took the earliest flight back,”

you heart swelled at atsumu’s words. he left Germany and his team just for you. you swore that if he didn’t propose to you, you’d just do it yourself.

“thank you ‘tsumu. i love you. okay! okay. let me get better so we can go to Germany!” you excitedly said snuggling into his chest.

“easy there tiger! go to sleep, i’ll watch over ya,”

to the ends of the earth you’d follow him and he’d do the same for you. for the first time in years, atsumu didn’t feel homesick when he was abroad.

because this time, you were right there beside him.

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fefairys · 9 months

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G) and H) for the psy main cast

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? this is gonna be long af it's going under the cut

Psy G) hmmmm well they have this like teenagerism of thinking things are cringe, which is annoying. they get embarrassed about their interests and miss out on genuine connections because they can't let anyone know they care about things. H) what DO i admire.... hmm well i think it is so cool that they can and do just steal shit all the time lol i think thats pretty awesome. there's also some stuff from their past i admire them for that we'll be seeing soon ;) as u know, juice, lol

Melody G) think it's annoying how she feels like she needs to be perfect. she's better about it than she was as a teen, but she still cares a bit too much about what other people think of her... its ok, girl, you dont need to please everyone, in fact its impossible!!! its going to be ok <3 H) everything else <3 haha! but no something i really admire about her and like, look up to her for is her sense of leadership! she's not only a good pride leader, planning events and making it fun to be there, but she's also like the leader of the friend group. she's the one who hits up the group chat like "hey lets do something together this weekend!!!" like she's holding it all together. it would all fall apart without her. i wish i could be like that!

Jett G) oh god i HATE how argumentative it is online. like i would have this guy blocked on tumblr if it was real because he has a terrible habit of responding to things that make him angry. he's gotten a lot better at ignoring things and putting down the phone since his teen years, but it will still type out paragraphs of discourse on tumblr dot com because he has OPINIONS that he feels MUST be HEARD. go touch grass, dude 😒 it's not worth it H) it is unapologetically itself!! hes so awesome!!!! like he doesnt give a shit that his coworkers think hes annoying or weird, thats literally THEIR problem and it's not gonna tone down its whimsy for those fools. that's so admirable, i go full Normie Mode in public lol

Tate G) HOW TO CHOOSE. all of his traits bother me! lmao! but i think that worst is that he's rarely thinking about the feelings of others. he's incredibly self-serving, and only really cares about himself because he thinks he's the only person that should really matter in his life. he has an 'its everyone for themselves' mentality going on 🙄 H) (through gritted teeth) i suppose i admire his confidence. i mean think about the fucking gusto it takes to sit in the cafeteria with a sign in front of u that says "free psychic readings" and just bullshit your way through it. incredible. he's also the type of guy who goes around at parties and just fearlessly chats up absolutely everyone. thats insane i wish i could do that.

Guy okay this is interesting because my answer for both G and H are the same for Guy!!! it's that he is incredibly forgiving! on one hand, he gets himself hurt by giving people the benefit of the doubt too much, and he always gives out second chances. but on the other hand, it is genuinely amazing how, even though it has gotten him hurt multiple times throughout his life, he's STILL willing to forgive people over and over again, and give them as many chances as it takes. he's willing to self-sacrifice to help other people grow! it bothers me because i want to see him care about himself and his own needs more, but i also admire it, because i wish i had that kind of forgiveness in my heart for everyone, y'know? its like aahggghhh why are you doing this to yourself but also awww 🥺 duuuuude 🥺 ur right dude maybe there IS good in everyone.. maybe everyone CAN change... if u believe....

#asks #isjuice #psy comic #cats ocs #psy quizon #melody paramore #jett ash blood shadow #tate baker #guy magtibay #psy asks

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not-close-to-straight · 10 months

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Oh god!

“I don’t um--” Susan dragged her eyes away from the scans and over to her husband, worry and fury and devastation all warring in her face. “I don’t know. I’m not really sure. Neil? Neil what do you-- what did you--”

Finally! Finally, she knows! Finally it's out there in the open. And now Max knows and Steve knows and finally they know! Like, I don't know if Billy will be happen with the fact that they know (and I'm not sure how Neil will react now that they know) but I want to see it as a good thing. Am I being naive?

“He’s my brother.” She whispered, fierce and desperate. “My brother and your soulmate, you have to help him. You help everyone. All of us. You drive us places and buy us stuff and even when we’re all really stupid and ultra annoying, you look out for us. You still help Nancy after she dumped you and you help Jonathan even when he stole your girl and-- and Robin? You do everything for Robin. You have to do the same for Billy, you have to.”

It's so sweet how she acknowledges that. The whole scene between them is sweet, in a way he really also is her brother.

“Yeah.” Who the hell’s gonna take care of me? “Yeah Max, I will.”

Oh god! That is so sad! Billy would take care of you if you let him Steve. But I also get why that will not happen right now. He was harsh when he woke up but at the same time, I feel that he's allowed to be. Not Billy did try to choke him to death, did trick him for a long time. And Real Billy did reject him (thought Real Billy totally had a valid reason).

I don't have the correct words in English (or even in my own language) to make all my thoughts clear but I love how complex and layered this story is.

We have another scene coming up in the "Home" chapter where not just Neil's abuse but also his prejudice come out in a sort of unhinged way (ranting and raving about someone else can take care of his f*g son) in front of the doctors and nurses and in front of STEVE.

And it's not a huge comeuppance moment because the focus of the scene is getting Steve and Billy home together but it still counts as a comeuppance moment cos SOMETIMES a certain loudmouth demographic of people forget that just because they can say whatever they want in their house/in their incel chat rooms/at their MAGA rallies, doesn't mean they can say it in public and escape judgment and the general disgust of everyone else around? So Neil opens his mouth ranting and raving and fully expects everyone to either agree with him or at least stay quiet about it and that's just not what happens.

I LOVE the Max scene. The entire thing. I love her trying to bully Billy and Steve into waking up, love how she is so adamant that Steve helps everyone, he has to help Billy too as if it's the simplest thing in the world because she's still enough of a kid to THINK its simple? And the way she just dives into a hug with him? Ughhhh this child.

Steve is 100% allowed to be harsh/distant from Billy. Knowing Billy was possessed doesn't erase the pre-starcourt heartbreak, doesn't erase how the monster used billys face and body to say/do things with Steve, and it certainly doesn't erase the shame and embarrassment and ANGER Steve is feeling at having been so easily tricked.

And to have the doctors and nurses like "hm can't imagine why you don't want to be with your soulmate. it's your duty. you HAVE to. it's weird and wrong that you aren't 1000% dedicated to his recovery."

It's alot, and all of the alot is TERRIBLE. Steve is allowed to be angry and bitter and distant about it but we'll see a little bit starting in chapter 12 and then ALOT more of it once they're home together-- how even though Steve wants to be angry and has a hard time connecting, he has an equally hard time staying away and staying angry. Because he does want to want Billy and he wants to love Billy and be wanted and loved in return so once Billy is all the way awake and is super obvious about wanting to fully pursue their bond, Steve will come around

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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A Redemption Earned Ch 27

Warnings: language, a bit of gremlin chaos, talks of the toxic past. A/N: I'm not gonna lie, when I was writing this chapter, I lowkey hated it. I just skim read it now and maybe it's not that bad? Either way I needed the second half of it to happen and i knew it wasn't long enough on its own, and I figured we hadn't seen Jackie & Nat in a while so why not? I'm not 100% sure but I might take a wee little break on this story, I had everything up to now fully planned out and now to the end it's kinda just bits and pieces so we'll see how things go.

Becca was ever thankful that she had clearance into Observatory Circle, thanking security for letting her in before she bounded upstairs to greet her best friend after over a month of not seeing each other.

“I come bearing some very American pizza and cider.” She greeted with a huge smile, dropping the items in her hands onto the dining room table.

“Oh thank god.” Nat exclaimed, diving in for a tight hug, “I fucking missed you.”

“Missed you too.” She replied with a smile, “how was the flight back?”

“Treacherous.” Jackie commented, exiting the bedroom changed into cozy clothes, hands rubbing a towel through her damp hair before she tossed it into the laundry bin.

“Yeah the turbulence was terrible.” Nat commented, shifting to crack open a cider.

“Trip was okay though?” Becca asked, thanking the other woman for passing her a drink.

“It was politics, how good could it be?”

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted the job.” She laughed, “at least it pays better than bartending.”

“At least there’s less than a year left.” She replied with a sigh, tossing a roll of paper towels to Becca as she flipped open the pizza box to grab a slice and the younger woman looked up towards Jackie.

“You’re not gonna run?”

“Have you seen any campaigning from me?” She replied with a laugh, “I’m done with this bullshit, eight years was plenty.” She pulled down a bottle of wine, pouring herself a glass, “also I’m crashing the food portion of your girls day, we didn’t get to eat on the plane.”

“That’s fine.” Becca mumbled over a bite of food, shifting the pizza box in Jackie’s direction, “besides, I’ve got gossip you’ll love to hear.”

“Oh please tell me it involves your mom.” There was a sparkle in her eye as she spoke, “I know you’re on good terms with her now but I just can’t resist a good Heather story.”

“It does.” Becca laughed, “what else would I have waited to tell in person?”

“Did she fuck up?” Nat asked, “y/n break up with her?”

“No. They’re so sickeningly in love it hurts me, they’re basically living together and mom’s surprisingly doing great. Even with me losing my shit at Christmas.” She grimaced at the memory of her bad behaviour, “y/n’s really helped her work through stuff that I don’t think she would have been able to otherwise.”

“That’s good.” Jackie smiled softly, “it’s what she really needed.”

“Okay but cut to the chase, what’s the tea?” Nat asked, pulling laughs from the other two, “does Rob have a new girlfriend your mom hates? Is someone pregnant? Oh my god are you pregnant?”

“Ewww. Fuck no.”

“But is someone else? Because that would be big news.” Jackie asked with a smirk and Becca laughed.

“Well. I guess someone was pregnant.”

“What does that even mean?” Nat asked, her nose crinkling as she tried to figure it out.

“Turns out Jordan knocked someone up before he died.” Becca stated and Jackie gasped, her hand slapping her wife’s arm.

“That fucking kid at the White House! I told you!”

“What kid?” Becca asked, now having her turn at confusion.

“When y/n was chaperoning a field trip and we were talking with her, some kid came barrelling up.” Jackie shrugged, “I thought he looked familiar but I couldn’t figure it out.”

“I’m guessing that’s exactly what Jordan looked like at that age?” Nat assumed and the other two nodded.

“Yeah. Kid’s a carbon copy, it’s almost creepy.”

“Your mom lose her shit?” Nat asked, sipping at her drink.

“The day I’m assuming she found out she was acting weird at dinner and they left early so I’m guessing they talked about it when they got home but she hasn’t like regressed or anything.”

“And Jordan’s a touchy subject.” Jackie commented.

“Yeah.” She nodded, “like, mom doesn’t even talk to dad about Jordan much, but she’s actually opened up to y/n about a bunch of it.”

“Okay but if she didn’t freak, she must have known already.” Nat leant forward on the table, “was she paying this girl off to stay quiet?”

“No.” Becca laughed, “she was going to abort, that’s what mom and Jordan thought happened, but she changed her mind and never said anything. But here’s the kicker… they ran into each other last week when y/n convinced mom to visit Jordan’s grave on his birthday.”

“Oh good god.” Jackie rolled her eyes, turning to refill her wine glass, “I’m sure that went well.”

“But here’s the thing… it did…”

“What!?” Both of the other women were more than surprised at that.

“Well I mean, y/n was there so I’m sure that helped, she took Cody off for a bit to give them some time to talk, apparently mom gave her a business card and left the ball in her court, but she’s like, dying to actually meet the kid and get to know him.”

“That’s surprising considering how involved with your childhood she was.” Jackie muttered and Becca let out a huff.

“She liked Jordan better; we both know this.”

“Really?” Nat’s brow furrowed, having come into the Dunbar’s lives at a much later time the fact that the delinquent was the favourite was a surprise. Then again, when she’d met Becca, she had basically eradicated herself from the Dunbar name, so there was a very convoluted history there.

“When we were kids, for fucking sure. Why do you think I’m so close with my dad?”

“Could be the lesbian thing.”

“Wow.” Becca swatted at her arm with an eye roll.

“She didn’t like Jordan better.” Jackie commented, “you were just one hell of a fussy baby and one fiercely independent kid.” She took a large sip of wine, muttering the rest of her sentence over the rim of the glass, “and then you happened to catch her in bed with a barely legal girl and had something to hold over her head for the next decade.”

“So you’re just saying I was a brat?” The younger woman teased and Jackie rolled her eyes.

“You required much more effort to babysit.”

“That’s because your version of baby sitting was turning on the t.v and basically ignoring us.”

“Which is exactly why I don’t have kids.” She shot back with a smile that quickly turned into a frown, “oh god I’m gonna have to meet this kid, aren’t I?”

“I mean, if things go as hoped I’m assuming he’ll be at Christmas.” Becca retorted, “but like, you haven’t been around since you tore a strip off mom, I’ve barely seen you since dad’s birthday.”

“Well I’m sorry,” Jackie laughed with a tease in her voice, “I’m the vice president of your country, I’m a little busy and I’ve got better things to do that hangout with an old frenemie.”

“Babe, you really need to give it up already.” Nat reached out, squeezing at her hand, “if Becks and I can forgive her, I think you should be able to.”

“Don’t forget dad. She cheated on him for like, twenty years and they’re besties now.”

“Ugh.” Jackie rolled her eyes, “you two are insufferable sometimes, you know that?”

“Give her a chance and I’ll give you a brownie?” Becca offered with a sly grin and the older woman’s protests melted into a smirk.

“Fine. I’ll show at your birthday and be on my best behaviour come Christmas.”

“Even if there’s a kid there?” Nat asked with a tease and Jackie’s nose crinkled, but she nodded as she stood from the table.

“You’ve convinced me into torture, I’m taking my leave before I agree to anything else.” She paused briefly to kiss Nat quickly, “you two enjoy your night.” With a small wave she disappeared down the stairs, leaving the other two in a small fit of giggles.

Across town you’d successfully managed to evade being on pick up duty for once, finishing up some marking in you classroom to the sounds of shrieks on the playground. There was a small knock on your door frame and you half expected it to be Heather, glancing up to find Lily standing in the doorway.

“Hi.” You started, pausing in your movements of packing things up.

“Do you… have a minute?” She asked, almost timidly stepping into the room.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“I was hoping I could talk to you about a couple of things.”

“Cody okay?” You asked, worry picking up in your chest, “oh… if you want to transfer him out of my class, I understand.”

“Oh!” Her eyes widened, “no, not at all! He’s doing way better in your class and he adores you, I would never pull him out.”

“Okay.” You settled against the edge of you desk.

“Heather… said you’re her partner?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help the small smile that snuck its way onto your lips, “we’ve been together just over a year.”

“So you’d say you know her pretty well then?” She asked and you nodded, “including… everything that happened during that election year?” You let out a little laugh, nodding once more.

“Yes. She’s been incredibly open about her past and the mistakes she’s made. She’s back on good terms with her ex and her daughter, we usually see them every couple of weeks for dinner, games, whatever.”

“She mentioned therapy?”

“Yeah. She started going shortly after Jordan died, when she first left Washington and she still goes at least once every two weeks now. She’s put a lot of work in, and I think everyone can vouch that she’s grown and changed, she really isn’t the psychotic woman she used to be, and I’m not just saying that because I’m like, Stockholm syndromed.” You let out a little laugh, “we’ve been through more in one year together than I have with anyone else in multiple years.”

“That’s good. I’m glad she got help.” She sighed softly, “I never really thought about the fact that I was withholding someone from their grandson, I just honestly didn’t think Jordan would want anything to do with it. And I thought his parents might force him into it and that would just make things worse.”

“No, I could definitely see that happening back then.” You laughed, “I think you made the right call, even Heather has said he would’ve been a terrible dad.”

“Does the rest of the family know about Cody?”

“Rob and Becca, but Heather doesn’t talk to her parents anymore.”

“Okay…” she tugged her lip into her mouth and you could tell she was working through what to say next, “are…are they good people? Or is this one of those like, toxic rich people family types?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that, because back in the day, it definitely had been.

“I think that cycle was broken with Becca’s generation, and with many thanks to Rob. Becca’s a little chaotic, but she’s a blast, and while she doesn’t want kids herself I know she’s intrigued about being an aunt considering she never thought she’d get the chance. And Rob, he’s one of the greatest people I’ve ever met, he’s kind, genuine, hilarious, and was an incredible dad. He and Heather are very excited at the possibility of being grandparents, especially with the connection being through Jordan. Neither of them really talk about him or what happened often, but I know it’s still pretty triggering for both. I think they kinda see this as the universe sending them a sign that everything’s going to be okay.”

“I can’t imagine the pain of what they went through, and in the middle of everything else that was going on too?”

“Yeah.” You sighed softly.

“I mean, if anything was to ever happen to Cody, I don’t know if I’d be able to function anymore. I guess… that’s another reason I’m hesitant, I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I know.” You assured her, “what it all boils down to is protecting him.”

“What would you do?” She asked and you took a breath, trying to not pick a side, you understood both, and understood that things could get pretty complicated.

“I just know that my grandparents would’ve done anything for even an extra hour with me. We would love to have you and Cody as part of our family, and it can start slow, a coffee on the playground, Cody already knows me, Heather and Rob could just be new friends. If something doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t go past that and there’s no judgement.”

“And if it does feel okay?”

“Then it’s up to you really. Heather knows she’s not going to be trusted to babysit one on one right away, and that things ideally would be left up to Cody and if he likes spending time with anyone. You’d be welcome at any and all family gatherings, from weekly dinners to things like Christmas or birthdays. And… if I know Heather… she’ll probably go a little overboard with the spoiling but I’ll try to keep her in line.” You both laughed at that, Lily looking up at you with a small smile.

“It would be nice to have a couple free babysitters at the least.” She admitted, “it gets a little tricky being a single mom while working full time.”

“You could have a weekend to yourself for once.”

“Oh god.” She laughed, shaking her head, “you mean a quiet house? Five minutes without someone yelling mom? I could actually enjoy a bottle of wine?”

“See?” You raised a brow with a grin, “there’s some major added bonuses here.”

“Any major… warnings? I guess, you think I should know about?”

“Uh…” you paused to think, “well… things can get a bit chaotic, both in the good way and the bad way. Heather does get poked fun at for her previous behaviour, but she handles it well, you’ll probably hear Becca say something you think would cause a screaming match but it’s usually just an eye roll nowadays. And there’s a rather heavy gay presence, which isn’t seen that much.”

“Aside from you and Heather?”

“Yeah. Becca’s got a long term girlfriend, and Becca’s best friend Nat is married to a woman.” You stalled suddenly, “oh….”

“What?” Her brow furrowed and you laughed, realizing how ridiculous this whole thing was about to sound and why Heather had been so worried about explaining it to you the first time.

“Nat uh…was one of Heather’s sugar babies.”

“Wait… is this Natasha that works in the white house?”

“You follow politics?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, “was overly obsessed with it in high school, considered a career in it too. Wasn’t Nat the one Heather hit in that video at the hospital?”

“Yup.” You couldn’t help the small laugh.

“And they’re on speaking terms?”

“Under the very watchful eye of Jackie, yes.”

“Well if they can make it work, I guess a coffee wouldn’t hurt.”

“Heather just wants a chance to prove that she’s good enough to be involved in your lives. After that? Baby steps.”

“Yeah.” Lily smiled softly at you, about to say something again when there was a thunk against your window and a muffled ‘MOM!’ from Cody pressed up against the glass as he yelled something about pizza. Instead she let out a soft sigh, “guess that’s my queue.” You laughed, waving to Cody before saying goodbye.

Overall, it seemed like things were heading in the right direction. You originally had wanted to stay out of things, letting Lily and Heather sort things out on their own, but you were now realizing that first; you were already part of the family. And second, you were a familiar and comfortable face for Lily to talk to about things. She knew you through school, knew that Cody liked and trusted you, and in turn so did she. You had the inside scoop on Heather and the rest of the Dunbar clan and weren’t afraid to talk about the rather chaotic stuff. All you could do now was sit back and hope that things progressed in the way everyone wanted them too.

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siancore · 3 months

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First of all, steel barricade? And of course know you can ignore my asking and we’ll never mention it.

For the ask game:

10 - T’Challa/Bucky I mean this was at a time before I even read standalone Sam or Bucky with anyone else and bam! I loved them and understand it staying in unfinished and think about that last scene and the words from time to time. About what it means for each of them, even if both know its not really real it’s enough in that moment and I think enough of a foundation. One of the maybe 2 times I didn’t want SamBucky endgame.

12 - I have read all of your fics multiple times. Long ones maybe twice only. And long ones where I was there before it ended/when it started, I reread before I read the update. I read “A Chance” absolutely countless times…the tab just stayed open for months and months.

5 - I need to see if you have Attoye(is that what we call them now?) I haven’t read. But what haunts me the most is your Walking Dead fics. I tried watching the show but zombies. I will watch it just to read your fics though. Because I just know it’ll destroy me in a good way and make me feel. I know you also have a SamBucky I haven’t started but it seemed sad and I’m just not ok enough to read anything sad.

9 - Your SarahBucky’s. College Sarah and Divorced Sarah are close to my heart. No pressure.

Ps. I’ve done this 10 times. It keeps crashing when i try to create a link. I’m too exhausted to be frustrated though but you know which ask game I’m talking about. Also hi babes how are you. Miss you💜💜💜

Pps. Excuse this terrible formatting i did it in the notes app.

Oh my gosh, that barricade was rough. Rough concert. Came away with a cracked rib. They're a bitch. But everything healed very well. Sometimes I want to feel something, and I end up feeling a lot more than I bargained for lol

Listen the Bucky/T'Challa fic is dear to me. I have it all outlined, and do want to come back to it. We'll see how I go. But it's such a lovely little rare pair. The multi-shipper in me gives all I got to each pairing I like, so I'm glad you liked it. I just think they're sweet together.

Attoye is such a great ship. The chemistry from what little we've seen on our screens is fire. Their fight scene is better than Steve vs Winter Soldier in my opinion because there's an added layer of sexual tension to it. I adore this ship so much.

The Walking Dead was such an awesome show. Rick and Michonne circa S3 invented sexual tension lol if you ever watch the show, please come yell at me about it!

I lost all of my SarahBucky fics because my old laptop shit itself. I'm gonna get someone to look at it and see if I can salvage those stories. I thought I backed them up, but didn't. Kicking myself so hard.

I posted a couple of new SamBucky fics if you haven't checked them out. Thunderbolts Divorce Era is almost upon us.

Hey, I hope you're doing well. I'm getting there. Thank you x

#t'challa/bucky fic #richonne fic #sarahbucky fic #sambucky fic #my dear readers whom i love

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aelaer · 1 year

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About the fanfic trope ask game, I think I need to ask for Time-Travel 👀

There's of course the Time-Travel Fix-it (which I think is the most prevalent type?) but also the Time Loop subcategory... 🤔👀

Hah! You, asking about time travel? Who would have thought?

B+

Time travel's an interesting one because it's more prevalent in some fandoms than others. My three main "fanfic" fandoms over the years were LOTR, BBC Sherlock, and the MCU, with small doses of Dishonored (a video game) and Harry Potter.

Of those five, the time travel trope seems most prevalent in the MCU. I imagine it's definitely around in Harry Potter, but I didn't encounter it too much as most of my HP stuff was with crossovers. But generally speaking, I didn't have much experience with time travel until the MCU. The closest it came to in LOTR was reincarnations in the modern world (a couple of which were just awesome... I need to find those stories again and see if they were as good as my memory thinks they were. Sort of afraid to look deeper into it just in case I end up disappointed though).

Anyway!

A lot with tropes are less about the trope itself and more about its execution. I don't tend to comb AO3 for tropes or pairings, but characters instead, for instance. But when I see this tag on a Stephen-centric fic, I'm usually really interested. I only duck out if it's a "Tony's the center of the universe and he's never wrong" piece, which unfortunately accompanies this trope fairly often. Where the fuck are my time-travel Avengers as Family fix-it pieces, people? And yes, I mean *all* of the OG! Stephen's just now a part of them.

(They exist in very small numbers, which is why I'm writing one myself, once my current series is finished. Expect it around 2026 at my current rate of writing.)

I'll take both the time loop and time-travel categories. Again it's totally about execution rather than the trope itself.

Some favorites include:

The asker's own fucking masterpiece, which must be finished if you want me to live a happy and healthy life, no pressure.

Born Of The Same Impulse by GwendolynStacy (she only wrote Stephen like, once, and I just thank God that she decided to do so as this is still in my top 3 long fics to this day)

By the End of Today by Imagined (here's an author I hope is inspired to come back to the MCU one of these days - one of my favorite "wrote more than a couple MCU fics" authors, but alas, she's been devoured by another fandom)

Shout out as well to The End of Infinity by FriendlyNeighborhoodFangirls for being an over 900,000 word time-travel IronStrange fix it, combined with Team as Family dynamics. It's honestly too long for me to read fully but I've skimmed it and it's good if you like the tropes it presents. I might read it in full once it's finished (yeah, it's *not finished*), but for now it's a bit too much. Her shorter works are good, too--and a wee bit more manageable haha. Recommended.

There are a couple newer IronStrange WIPs that I want to add here, but they haven't gotten to Steve Rogers and the Accords yet, so I'm waiting to see how the authors handle that. Neither of them are tagged "not Steve friendly" currently, but if say that Steve was trying to kill Tony in Siberia and terribly wounded him in their version of canon and left him to die, I'm gonna politely ask that they add the not Steve friendly tag and be very sad that they went that... let's say fanon route. So we'll see. (And yes, I have an excellent essay on why that's not canonical for Steve and thus not Steve friendly, thanks for asking ;-) ).

But yeah. That's all about time travel and the slight rant that accompanies it.

Original: Ask me to grade a trope.

#whitefoxgone #ask #answered #tropes #fanfic #stephen strange #this also went a little ranty whoops #but fairly mild for me #fic recs

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ginnsbaker · 9 months

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The conversation between reader and mom was an interesting perspective. I imagine for reader loving someone so much and feeling like your mom someone so important to you doesn’t like them is such a terrible weight. However I understand the mom’s perspective as no one wants to ever see their child hurt. A relationship as intense as the one between reader and wanda obviously has potential to leave reader hurt. The more spark in a relationship the more it can burn, its about risk vs reward is risking getting hurt worth it? I’ll touch on this again later.

The gift Yelena got for reader. Wow. You have this emotional flashback with Wanda and then this in the present with Yelena. For me if I was reader I wouldn’t like the gift, and that’s all because of what the original one means. Yelena says its “pretty worn out” which it would be if it was the one from when reader did it with their dad. But I don’t know I just felt icky about it because if I was reader that one would have to stay up no matter how worn out it got. It does make me wonder if yelena knows the story behind it because if she did she wouldn’t have tried to replace it right? Its another thing that just shows the gap between the two of them and how they don’t know each other like they think they do. Another thing thats weird to me is that if I was yelena and saw an old jigsaw hanging up I would ask about it so its a little weird to me how she doesn’t know which is why I wonder if reader has told her and she’s just forgot.

I like these parallels between wanda and yelena because it kinda sets it up like a competition and I can imagine two sides of readers mind at war but in both flashbacks and parallels i think wanda has yelena beat.

Reader and Wanda. Question to oblivious reader does the fact you actively looked for wanda to wish a happy birthday on Facebook not make you think hm maybe im in the wrong relationship? What about the fact you felt comfort just by seeing her under the lamppost? No? So god damn oblivious istg. The fact that reader seemed unhappy that wanda was happy that reader’s relationship with yelena was “thriving” its so clear god please realise it like a quick meal with your ex wife was the highlight of your day that should be a sign hell a sign with big flashing lights and arrows 😂

Yelena was definitely not happy when reader came back and reader was too busy being happy about their time with wanda to notice. I think she definitely knows who readers been with how she knows im not sure maybe vision or maybe its just a feeling but i think she’s starting to realise that she truly can’t compete. It sucks for her because she clearly did put effort in for the birthday and yeah the hour or so reader was gone seems to have been better than all that so i do feel bad for her.

Im gonna send one more ask if thats okay which is gonna be about the speech and both relationships and love

-🧃

The more spark in a relationship the more it can burn - Oh, I love how you phrased this.

Yelena - I think she didn't mean to. They haven't been together too long and R only got that puzzle back when she was married to Wanda and it never came up in their previous relationship (pre-UK, yelena left before R went to college). And she just thought, hey, R loves puzzles, maybe we can do a puzzle together! and instead of looking for one, she thinks, why not a brand new, shiny puzzle similar to the one we have in the bedroom?

I think, personally, we can't help but compare our current relationship with past ones even though we know it's pointless lol. it's just human nature.

Reader is more of...in denial, than oblivious. She cried to her mom about Wanda remember? And mom said "because you love yelena too?" like, i want to be happy, but i'd rather not hurt someone else for my happiness.

It was gut feeling for Yelena. Journalist's instinct even. Yelena is smarter than any of us think lol. We'll see just how smart and resourceful she is in Chapter 14. Yelena will keep holding on, until we leave her no choice.

Go ahead send one more!

#ilgoss asks #🧃 anon

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sweetescapeartist · 1 year

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SONIC FRONTIERS

Before I'm a DB fan, I was a Sonic fan. And Sonic The Hedgehog still important to me but now I want to see what direction the games could be headed. So heres a unorganized review of what I thought from watching the cutscenes.

Watched the cutscenes for Sonic Frontiers. I think its a good story. The problem is that it felt stretched out because SEGA wanted to stretch out the gameplay and story. A shorter story would've been better. Sonic Team was a bit over ambitious and did too much. Which isn't a bad thing if they didnt always try to release games within a holiday season. It makes them rush some things.

°spoilers°

As for the characters? Pretty good. Gonna take more for me to get fully on board from the terrible character interpretations from 2010 to 2017.

Sonic was cool again. Just need to better balance the jokes with this more serious tone. Some of his attacks were stupid tho. Like giant fists and giant feet when Duper Sonic? Just no.

Amy was great. Not obsessed with Sonic but obviously likes him still. Her compassion is handled well.

Knuckles was great. Really liked what they did with him. Showed his compassionate side as he has opened up to his friends more. And the fact that he wants to go on his own adventures is great. Looks like we'll be getting a globe trotting, treasure hunting Enchidna! And no more butt of the joke either. 🙏

Tails? Thank you Sonic Frontiers! They saw the mistake that was the terrible writing of Forces. But instead of pretending it didnt happen, they correct it masterfully. I also love the references to Dark Gia and other previous adventures Tails was on with Sonic. And the Tails development is something we already saw before, but since the 2010 games ruined Tails' character, he had to become who he was from Adventure 1 to Unleashed. So hopefully we get to see him.become a hero in his own right.

Eggman? I really enjoyed his story. The relationship he has with Sage is great. And idk if anyone else has said this yet, but this felt like Gerald Robotnik and his granddaughter, Maria. But instead of becoming a mad scientist after having his beloved granddaughter taken from him, Eggman has become kinder due to Sage whom he views as his daughter. And when she "died" he managed to bring her back in a post credits scene. Never thought there would be character development for Dr. Eggman. And for it to be that he might become who his grandfather once was? Man, that's just smart.

Cant wait to see where their story leads them with Ian writing for them. Felt like a continuiation of Unleashed a bit.

The story was interesting too. The ancient race were the Kocos who once held the Chaos Emeralds. And they're aliens I believe. Their whole cyber space thing makes sense at the end. And the fact that they look like tall versions of Chaos is cool too. Because Chaos is a Chao that absorbed a lot of energy from the Master Emerald.

Character interractions are good too. Im interested in what Sonic Team does in the future.

But the gameplay? Too repetitive. This is part of the overambitiousness comes in. Why give Sonic certain combat moves? And why not have him make use of the spindash and homing attack more? Like when Sonic parries an attack, he should do it by getting into a ball, not swatting it away with his hand. Knuckles would do that because thats where his strength comes in to play.

And boss battles were very repeditive and too long. Could have been better with better quick time events where you press multiple buttons instead of 1 singlular button.

Thats it. Time to see what Sonic Team does next. Kinda hopeful bht also very cautious.

#sonic frontiers #they did my boy Tails right!

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Music ask! 3, 4, 11

I also kinda just want to know your 3 favorite Metallica songs too 😅

3. three songs you were recently obsessed with

Recovery by Birdmask - the entirety of Tristan is perfection, and there are some themes that really resonate with me. plus Manuel's voice is just really good

Bow by Zeal & Ardor - again, Manuel, and again, the whole album is *chef's kiss*, i cannot even tell you how many times i played it through daily since i discovered them

Man or Ash by Corrosion of Conformity - it's just so catchy and i like the singer's voice in this one. i don't listen to CoC, and discovered this song only because James did backing vocals on it. their voices sound really good together and it all has a bit of a grimy feel. (i have a playlist of songs with James' backing vocals titled 'Man or Ass', don't ask, my brain just said 'that's exactly what that song is called')

4. three songs that you know thanks to your parents

hm. thanks to my parents. i can't really name any. my parents aren't/weren't that big on music (they listened to some music but didn't get into favorite genres/artists). when i was little, it was mostly cassettes with random popular songs from the 80s/90s, and the radio and later 'wedding pop' (i'm not sure if it's the right expression. crappy Hungarian songs that were big once, or music from popular bands that are pretty terrible). but it turns out one of them listened to rock/metal, too, once upon a time, so that's kinda cool (they can't really name anything, so it was more casual listening i think). sharing music with each other isn't really a thing, even though i played music from a young age and got into different bands growing up. but of course, those are silly and also no one cares

11. three favourite songs from movie or TV series soundtrack

Think by Kaleida - it's in John Wick and it's so catchy and just. wah. it's so good.

Guns Go Bang by Kid Cudi & JAY-Z - The Harder They Fall soundtrack in its entirety and the movie fuck so hard. i remember seeing the trailer before it came out and being so excited because it looked great cinematographically and also the music sounded really cool. it is, and it became one of my favorite action movies.

That Which Binds Us Through Time: The Chemical, Physical and Biological Nature of Love; an Exploration of The Meaning of Meaning, Part 1 by well, technically Wyld Stallyns - it's Bill & Ted. the third movie is so fucking sad, but it's also really pretty and-. yeah. i have very normal thoughts and feelings about it if anyone's interested.

+ ooohh, that's a dangerous inquiry (i'm not gonna be able to do just 3, i apologize in advance, and also for the rambling. i started writing out my favorites and narrowed it down to this. the purples are what i would say are the contenders for top 3 at this moment, but it's always changing)

Atlas, Rise!, Halo on Fire - one of my favorite 'modern' songs, especially the live versions of the latter with the additional intro James does

All Nightmare Long, Cyanide, The Unforgiven III, The Judas Kiss - Death Magnetic is full of such ominous songs, but people shit on it because of the whole compression issue, but i still like it. i even wanted to embroider the album cover onto my jacket (with cool, small stitches for the dirt and all that), changed my mind (or did i?) since, because i like the album but maybe not that much. i don't know, we'll see

Until It Sleeps, Bleeding Me, The Outlaw Torn - i think my all time favorite album is Load. i could ramble about each song for a while, it's such a great era, i adore James' vocals, the songwriting was top notch, and let's not get into the emotions and themes

Sad But True - this one was one of my first favorites and the only more popular/'classic' favorite of mine. i always forget about the existence of it, which is so funny, because i have the Pushead art shirt (also one of my favorite shirt designs from Pushead/for the band) and also because it's popular and it goes so hard, but for some reason my brain forgets it. then i listen to it and fall in love all over again

Devil's Dance, The Unforgiven II, Prince Charming, Low Man's Lyric, Fixxxer - right up there with Load. they are twin albums, i love them both, again, the vocals, the feels, the self-loathing, the grime. adore it

No Leaf Clover, - Human - S&M, my beloved. these two are up there with my all time favorite songs of theirs. they are truly bangers, the themes, the lyrics, the energy. the symphony compliments them so well

St. Anger, Dirty Window - the entirety of St. Anger is really close to my heart. i know people hate it, although i can't understand it. it's raw, it's painful and ugly and really, really angry. the album cover embroidery that i did for my battle jacket is i think my favorite design that i've ever done (even though it's wonky and not at all square-shaped)

The Call of Ktulu - my favorite instrumental, the bass is *mwah*

#buba answers #this got out of hand

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Things are not things

We do not know what is there and what is not there. Everything is doubtful. What we see in life is that general things are located in the variety of things that we know. But things are not things. When we see the essence of things happen, we do not realize the thing that is utilized by the essence of the things. Everything is uncertain. What we see in the vast expanse of the universe is that things are totally strange and abstract in the totality of happy existence: we do not realize what is going on.

I am crazy. I do way too much labour for what I get for it. I work too hard. Always have. I do not understand the art of taking it easy. I do not understand the art of not giving a damn. I always have to be the best, always have to be in control. I am working so hard right now, and I enjoy it, but I know it is a dispicable situation; but this is what knowledge does, it makes us make the best of a dispicable situation, although I don't know if that is very eloquently put. Today I was working and I thought: I am gonna stop. But then I thought of something my mother said: sometimes you just have to man up. And then I did this and I got through the whole thing, but then the troubles came and I still had a really hard time. Manning up can help you get over you psychological weaknesses, but not over your psychical weaknesses.

Hard work is not good for writing, I think. But the thing is, everything is all right when you have the knowledge. The thing about hard work is that you don't notice you're doing it until it is too late. So with the knowledge, that you know that you're working hard, you won't keep it going on until it is too late, perhaps. You will work hard for variety. Or maybe you will just work hard to get results. The thing is, taking it easy will not usually lead to productivity, although skill will bring success as Ecclesiastes says. But this is the thing: people work hard for results, but they end up dying that way, whereas those of us who take it easy will be better off in the long run - that's also a topic in Ecclesiastes. It's not like we're naturally predisposed towards hard work or taking it easy: most people just go about randomly, as Socrates said, and do not examine their lives for why. We can always do something - the hard work yields an infinity of results, but it doesn't make us happy, whereas taking it easy will make us happy, but it has to be cultivated moderately, which is also what Ecclesiastes meant to say, I believe. This is the thing: when we're writing we're hard at work, but when we're not writing we can ALSO be very hard at work, thinking, preparing, labouring et cetera. It's all terrible, but this is how life is. As they say: life is a bitch and then you die. I don't know. I guess we'll just have to accept that it's really hard to write consistently, but this is why it drives me crazy, because I know I can write whenever I want, but I just can't think of anything to write when I really need to, or something - and this is what proves that thinking is a job, a hard job maybe even, although I am not sure about that. They say the best job is being an actuary, which is odd, but it has to do with the amount of satisfaction we get from doing stimulating work that also requires your head, and an actuary has to do a lot of calculations, so he has a challenging job but not back-breaking labour et cetera, its rewarding I don't know what the word is, point is he just likes his job and we all hate ours. I know that generally speaking jobs in academia are highly regarded, because you get to think about big topics and yet you're expected to hold lectures and so on and so forth, and it's not anonymous or mechanical work, its not repetative et cetera, but who cares right? Do we really know anything? Maybe working in academia is just horrible because of all the meetings or because you never get to speak your mind or express yourself, or because you always have to suck up to the higher placed academicians. Why am I even writing? It's because I am in despair, existentially, but I know now that there's a chance for gayety when we are like this; likewise, I might go into taking it easy mode and I'd have to write much more densely and yet it wouldn't mean anything, at least now I can pretend I am an Englishman. And the best thing is: I don't feel I have to write endlessly! I can stop and collect myself and then just continue writing. But for the past few days I have been writing about writing and I don't really know why, but I just roll with it because it results in such long paragraphs and I always feel very satisfied when I vomit out a long paragraph. But I have really already said virtually everything I was gonna say anyway and now it's just a matter of tying off the text somehow I suppose.

I spoke about knowledge, and that's a good thing, but I am really not knowledgeable. I want to be knowledgeable but I just can't become it. The only thing I know how to do is write, but it is just tiring somehow - after about a day of writing I am done with it for the whole month. We all know that super-influential works of philosophy are always written fast, like in the spur of the moment, but we also see that if we write a lot every day we become crazy. I don't know. I just can't keep up the hard labour, because I am not a hard worker I suppose, I prefer to do it easily and not worry too much, but there ain't no way forward. Of course, like anyone, I like my madness, so I don't strive too hard to eliminate it, but I should because it ruins my life. I once read someone's tweet on Twitter that said: "I don't know how to relax and it's ruining my life." I felt the same way, but I am always relaxing, my life is an endless vacation, were it not that I have a job right now and everybody thinks it is great, it's really quite astounding how having a job can improve your life, but now I don't want to write anymore because I have a job - I mean, I could still write tiny pieces every day, and I love that, but it is not enough for the world, maybe, we don't want it, or I dunno, maybe it doesn't matter. I will just try to stick to 200 words per day for the most part then, because what does it matter? My writing is not that good, I dunno, I have written really good things in a really short amount of time, but in the grand scheme of things, you really don't need to write fast, slow but steady wins the race and all that; I mean, nobody is waiting for my book, I just need to write it slowly, then I will be happier; but maybe I can write in the meantime, I mean, THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING: You got to do something. This is the horror of writing. It's really exhausting, but I can't think of anything better to do, and so I will write in my free time and then I cannot recover in time for my job, I mean, if anything, writing is ruining my life, as a kind of bad habit, I mean, it is a seated activity after all and this is also Ecclesiastes "Much study wearies the body."

You have to understand, writing gives me so much, but it cannot solve all my problems. That's why I don't want to write all the time. But I've been typing away at this post for way too long already, but it's typing which is less labour-intensive than hand-writing, less liable to damage your body, but that doesn't really matter because psychologically it is supposedly really bad, but as I said in my last post I feel so badass when I write and I just really need it, I want to write, I just don't know when to stop.

#struggles #fears #problems #tish-tosh

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trumanlilac · 2 years

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/ / 2 5 - c r i m i n a l s / /

Matty walked through the door, looking over at Ellie who laid on the couch, with eyes closed as her dreams surrounded her mind. He took his jacket off, setting it down and pulling out a cigarette from the pockets. Ellie's eyes opened slightly, before he came into view.

"You know, you don't have to go back, if you don't want to." He said with the cig between his lips as he lit it.

Ellie nodded, closing her eyes once again. "You mean I can stay with you?" She asked, her voice tired and hoarse.

"If you don't want to deal with your parents and all..." he said, making his way over to her and sitting down where he best fit beside her. She turned around to face him, puckering her lips. He exhaled the smoke from his mouth and pressed his lips against her's softly.

She smiled against them, stroking his cheek gently.

"I'll probably try to go back home...talk to them...and hope they don't hate me too much to listen." She said as he pulled away, taking another drag from the stick.

He nodded, looking off into space. Everything felt surreal. As if they had just been part of a war, died, and come back. He couldn't help but wonder how, how they've made it so far...through all the tribulations they'd faced.

"They will." He encouraged, looking at her once again.

She sat up slightly, running her hands through her hair, exaggerating its length as her fingers soon ran through the air. Matty laughed slightly as he saw, she chuckled before a great sigh, "what makes you so sure?"

"They're your parents." He said, leaning in close and leaving a trail of soft smooches along her neck.

She tilted her head aside, allowing him easier access to her neck..still caught up in doubt, "you don't understand, they want everyone to think they're perfect...and that they have a perfect family. They compare me and Alex, mostly me...to my uncle's kids and it just makes it so much harder to communicate with them, because his kids are perfect." She shrugged slightly.

"Who cares? They'll have to talk to you either way--" Cut short by the doorbell's ring Matty got onto his feet, taking one last long puff before looking through the peephole.

Ellie watched him, waiting as she was sure it was Alex again. She rolled her eyes and fixed her blouse, as it was twisted from her terrible positions of sleep.

"Matty who is it?" Ellie asked, getting up.

He put out his cigarette as it rang once more, looking over at her in pure angst.

"Well?" She asked.

"It's the damn police." He said, holding his breath slightly.

"What?" He had to be kidding, she knew he was trying to give her a scare. Alex had already said they had no proof.

There was a sudden knock on the door as a male voice spoke from the other side, "we know you're in there, we just want to talk to you. If you don't come out, we'll have to force our way in. If you don't come out, we'll suspect you're guilty."

Ellie sighed heavily, her stomach twisting and her heart burning from its speed. "Matty just open the door." Ellie whispered.

"No, they don't have the right to just come in--"

The voice spoke again. "We've taken the information from your license plate of your vehicle down."

With everything in him Matty opened the door at last.

"We're gonna need you to come with us," one policeman spoke, peeking into the house and seeing Ellie, "oh good she's here," he turned around to the other, "and her as well."

"Why?" Matty asked, his heart too racing, yet holding his composure well.

"Hey, we ask the questions here." The officer said sternly.

"I just want to fucking know why--"

"Matty just listen to him." Ellie said nervously, her hands shaking, and beads of nervous sweat forming at her forehead.

"Don't force us to treat you like criminals and put you in hand cuffs, alright? You're just coming with us, answering a few questions in regarding the local shop robbery a few weeks ago, and then you may or may not go. That depends upon you." The second officer said, more calm than the other.

"But why us?" Matty continued to question.

"Matty..." Ellie whispered..she knew how the police in their city treated people they wanted to mess with. They weren't afraid to pull out their tasers and batons on those who refused to submit and comply.

Matty looked back at Ellie, she handed him his jacket. He took it from her as he made his exit with Ellie close behind after locking up.

She couldn't help but think the worst as they climbed into the back seats of the police car, her only time in one being when she'd got caught shoplifting, following another's lead in year nine. She looked through the gate which was the barrier between them and the police...feeling almost like an animal.

Matty looked over at her as each man shut their doors for them. In Ellie's mind she rehearsed exactly what she'd say. I have no idea, I really dunno...I was at a friend's house that day...

Matty looked over at her, seeing nervousness upon her worried face. He reached over and took her hand in his, gently. She looked down at it, as it gave her a full reassurance that everything would be okay.

#sex chocolate rock n roll #trumanlilac #the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writer on tumblr

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wrestlezon · 2 years

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liveblog containment zone for aew dynamite 8/31/22

its aew time. i better see a convincing explanation for this cm punk business. also im 15 minutes behind because i waited for my friend to get home

ooo we startin with moxley ring promo boos!! well, he IS in chicago he sassin it UP OOH BIG WORDS to be honest i think its fine moxley is champ. hes a cool guy. i do want some sort of explanation/resolution for the punk side of things tho. you know, as a punk fan. ooooo paper match contract on the ground… whos gonna get it they should turn the lights out and then have the contract vanish. maximum cliffhanger im so curious… who… OH ACE STEEL POCKETING IT… THE CM PUNK CONNECTION… they cliffhangered it. mad lads wait maybe they'll come back to this tonight. im sitting up in my seat.

backstage promo with jericho okey dokey daniel garcia……….. ooooh hes pledging to the JAS but putting his cards on the table: no cheatery. win legit if you want my respect love to see it. the drama… all is fair in wrestling and romance huh

bryan danielson vs hager whoa table tackle already huh danielson trying SO hard not to kick hager in the dick lets go bryan chants im trying to imagine a crowd chanting for hager and its making me laugh. in what universe would this occur man that slap was loud tho hager doing his heel kiss moves, the crowd doesnt even have it in them to boo him ok now they perked up to boo him for his little walk around flex YOU SUCK chants lol bryan revvin up bryan danielson kick moves! bcc elbow moves! oh theyve been countered flips! grabs! ok lmao hager just casually took his hand out of that hold danielson cant lock him his head is just far too slippery ok he got the lock now hager really does have really long limbs tho. danielson wins with a knee! yay

uh oh its 2point0. time for the big faction beatdown oooo everyone got chased off now its jericho's time to sneak in. for the sneak attack GARCIA!!!!!! OHHHHHHH LMAO garcia's "oh i fucked up again -_-" face LOLLLLL

the wingmen are protesting in the ring huh whos theme is this oh!!! its morrissey! hes back to beat up a bunch of annoying chumps. for community service whoa! stokely is here too hiring morrissey… but for why stokely. to what ends!!! tony schiavone asking the questions i want answers to. what ARE you up to stokely! WOW AGGRO im so curious to see what becomes of the Stokely Faction

backstage with united empire whoa! don callis is here doing evil don callis stuff is he going to turn on omega, or are they both just trying to get ospreay's goat hmm :/c thinking…

whoa! kip sabian video! throwing down against pac

HELL YEAH MIRO VIDEO PROMO!!!!!!!!! darby trying to turn malakai's minions against him whoa. sting is saying stuff even. that black mist did a number on him

AHHHH CULT OF PERSONALITY??? CM PUNK!!!!!!! aww look at this sad boy (staring at a polaroid labeled DO NOT BELIEVE HIS LIES) hmm dang thats a lot of plates and screws lmao crowdguy got owned "i probably shouldnt have said that" hee hee oh youre still trying to be a good guy. keep up the terrible work at it king my foot is fine. turns out my 100% is just weak now sorry punk but also lmao how can punk turn heel he loves the crowd and the crowd loves him he could blame the crowd for encouraging him to do dumb bullshit but i feel like thats too much of what kenny said last or last last week punk in his sadlad era. he is soooooo sad and dejected ohhh!! ace steel is here. pep talk your student mr steel PUNK LOOKS LIKE SUCH A POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW LOLLLLL ohhhhh PUNK IS GETTING BULLIED AROUND A LIL jacket: OFF nips: OUT cm punk sadlad hours are OVER suddenly. just needed to get pushed around and yelled at a bit lmao ok dude really did just crumbled last week arbitrarily then huh either he oversold it or he is overly gassed up and gonna get owned again or win via the magic of Chicago (which uh. i mean. sounds lame when its just like that. we'll see)

JR arbitrates an argument between jungle boy and christian cage the spooky ambience in the background is making me laugh. opposite effect unfortunately youre not wrestling jungle boy. youre wrestling… JACK PERRY oh my. jack perry…

wardlow + ftr vs uhhhh whoops wait i wasnt looking sorry i tuned out at this point i was trying to get ingredients for lunchables

WHOA MOXLEY IS BACK the rematch is official i hope its a vicious bloody hell match i literally dont care who wins or who loses i just want a good fucking match which is what i THOUGHT i was going to get last week >:/ for dicking me around like this they will have to pull off an EXTRA good match to make it worth it. they could have just had a regular good match, but nooo, they did all this nonsense instead. now they have to make a legendary match to make up for it. is that what you wanted? pressure and expectations from me, the random viewer? biiiiiitch

backstage with the dark order oh no! preston vance is injured! evil uno is filling in to replace him! what the. andrade is here money??? the idea of andrade legitimately wanting to hire the dark order for any ends besides to sabotage them is so funny though they are not even the most competent out of the incompetent goofballs out there (the best friends, imo, are the most competent incompetents) oh i see andrade just has a compulsion, an obsession, about unmasking guys thats so funny because 10 and evil uno are like so not even REMOTELY in his path or field of view so andrade literally went out of his way to find the nearest masked guys and bully them i dont like the unmasking bits though but i can appreciate the concept of stupid badguy obsessions esp when andrade is doing them so incompetently just walking up and is like look money. hey. wanna take your mask off for me baby also 10 is always hanging out without his mask in vlogs as 10 so the privacy violation is less of a thing for him. not evil uno though leave him alone lmfao did 10 just no-sell that TASER

rush vs dante martin vs rey fenix vs yuta a taste of the ladder match on the ppv i see oh! yuta winning with the seatbelt! love to see it

backstage with alex reynolds and john silver oh no… your backups have been taken out. what now :)c oh hiiii hangmannnnn how unexpected

BEST FRIENDS ARE GOING TO LOSE 100%

i hope they at least give us a banger match on the way out though

excalibur forced to announce 10000 matches im glad they gave him more time this time around at least

the big semifinal! the elite vs united empire lmao kenny's entrance just DIGGING at ospreay there are so many crazy moves happening. im trying to pay attention however that spinny frontflip thing on ospreay though, yeowch did he get got for realsies with that "the basic sidestep" is my absolute favorite wrestling countermove ospreay just yoinking kenny's shirt off. im down for it oh kenny omega does cupping too. man's got a case of the pepperonis they pulled out all the stops i thought the elite were actually gonna lose for a hot second there

#livezon

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