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theoptimum · 7 years
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Hey hey.
So I’m basically going to keep this short and sweet, recently I’ve been neglecting the hell out of this blog and it’s obvious why. The multi muse format just doesn’t work for me, I mean it works for a lot of people here and makes things easier for them. Just isn’t my cup of tea lol
I’m gonna follow the same road I did with trips, and move all muses to their own blogs. It’ll likely be side blogs for the most part, because I can’t deal with solo blogs on muses that are fickle half of the time.
Shout out for you all being patient as I become the most awkward human being with my muses. Y’all the real MVP’s. Don’t make MVP muse Luke. Don’t.
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@nattienativity​
Events prior still clouded his mind. 1 minute, 26 seconds. The travesty, the embarrassment, the sheer frustration continued to rest on his thoughts. The man had ended the iconic streak, the man had destroyed numerous foes, ended careers. Dismantled giants, but fell in such a short time. It’s a blow to his ego, the beast is shaken almost. Despite not being one to admit it, he’s affected by this loss. Perhaps more than anyone could ever actually comprehend, the beast is still a man after all. And even men have their own moments. The massive figure of man pushed his way through backstage, it’s apparent he’s never been really welcomed here. And that’s always been fine with him, but tonight seems different. The aura through the backstage area is silent, they know he’s emotional, borderline about to snap. The usual dirty looks are absent, everyone seems to understand. Tonight isn’t the night to mess with Brock, not tonight. Not after what just happened out there. The male continues to push himself through the waiting eyes, lingering his frame further backstage eventually reaching one of the many corridors. His orbs focusing on a silent figure alone, leaning against one of the walls. Brock steadies himself to move past them, eventually stopping as in the corner of his eye he recognises them. It’s her, one of the many people he’s actually been able to have a conversation with before. Someone who for the most part, he’s been able to be pleasant with. A swift turn of his head, as the male stops in his tracks. “Seems like we’re both on the losing side tonight, figured you would’ve left by now.” Arched brow, as he leaned awaiting her response. It’s not tense, just different. Both of them had tasted defeat tonight, both of them had felt that cold sting. It’s not pleasant, it never has been, it never will be.
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And this, ladies and gentlemen, is what they call…Basic Brockanomics.
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I’ve been neglecting this blog tbh, but I’m honestly going to take a step back this weekend and take a look at what muses I actually want to be keeping bc right now. I’ve turned this blog into a mess lmao. I wanna write and stuff, but I just gotta figure out who I want and who is just taking up a spot y’know?
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Shawn Michaels aka Jesus Christ
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…And nothing has been the same ever since.
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How did no one talk about Heyman running a 4.2 40 to avoid getting murked by his own client tho?
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Christmas/Winter Starters!
{ Might add more later. Enjoy for now! }
🎁 Our muses open presents together! 🎄 Our muses decorate a christmas tree together! 🏬 Our muses go christmas shopping! 🔪 Our muses choose and cut their own tree! 💃 Our muses go ice-skating! 🌁 Our muses play in the snow! 🍛 Our muses make a Christmas dinner together! 🍪 Our muses bake and decorate Christmas cookies! 👀 Our muses stay up waiting for santa! 🎅 One muse still believes in santa… how does the other handle it? 🔥 Our muses drink hotchocolate and cuddle next to the fireplace! 📺 Our muses watch Christmas films together! 🎨 Our muses make christmas crafts - snowflakes, snowmen and more! 🏠 Our muses decorate the outside of the house! 💰 Our muses go decortion shopping! 👪 Our muses go to the mall to sit on santas lap! 🎶 Our muses listen to christmas songs! 📥 Our muses sled down a hill! ⛺ Our muses make a gingerbread house! 🏂 Our muses go snowboarding! 🏡 Our muses assist at a homeless shelter on christmas! 👶 Our muses visit a childrens hospital and give gifts to kids! 🚙 Our muses drive/walk around to look at peoples xmas lights at night! 🎬 Our muses watch a christmas play together! 😱 Our muses get snowed into their house! 🍻 Our muses get drunk off of booze filled egg nog! 🐎 Our muses take a horse drawn sleigh ride! 👕 One muse forces the other to wear ugly, matching christmas sweaters! 🎼 Our muses go caroling! 🎊 muses attend a christmas party! 💏 Our muses meet under the mistletoe - Accidentally or on purpose is your choice!
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“stop kissing frogs, when i’m standing right here.” //to Okada
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Rarely did Okada venture outside of Japan, his schedule was beyond hectic.Being the face of New Japan took up most of his spare time, in appearances,signings, the whole works. For such a young man, the responsibility of havingto represent such a successful company was straining. But Okada seemed to beable to manage it, as best he could. In the beginning he was a fish out ofwater, but now the wrestler had matured enough for all doubt in his mind todisappear.
Somehow, someway. The Japanese professional wrestler had found himselfin America, the upper management wanted him to attend a show overseas andwhilst reluctant at first. The world champion soon jumped at the opportunity,being able to travel here was always a joy. It was a different world for him,and that very fact alone was so exciting. He looks out of place however, likeany tourist would. His eyes shot up at the source of the noise, it’s a familiartone, he’s heard it before. Long ago, not that long. It’s such a memorablevoice, turning around he’s met with the sight of her. The woman he spent thatsteamy night with months prior, it was casual, it was amazing, it meant nothing…Okadahoped it meant more to Natayla at the least, the Japanese born performer wasn’texactly the type of person just to sleep around. However he decides to playthis off cool, a soft laugh escaping his mouth as he locks eyes with her.
“Is that American saying hm?”
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