#matt stone loves his wife

[90sintruder]

Matt stone and Angela howard 🫶🫶

Cutest couple ever eeeee

#matt stone #angela howard #cutest couple #please look at them #they’re so in love #south park #matt stone loves his wife #im going bananas over them

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I just sent your wednesday telling tish and gomez she has a gf fanfic and I loved it was wondering if you could do kinda off a part 2 to it where its parents week aging and they meet yn

“My parents wishes to meet you.” You almost spat out your drink at the suddenness of your girlfriends words. “Well good morning to you too my dear rose thorn.” You coughed whilst Wednesday patted your back until your airways cleared up. “Why do your parents want to meet me? Did they ask about me? What did you say? Please tell me you didn’t tell them about the time I tripped and accidentally pulled down Ajax’s beanie and had mrs Thornhill accidentally stoned?” You pestered Wednesday with question after question but it was more out of your nervous habit rather then being annoying.

You were just worried that when you finally do get the meet Wednesday’s parents, whatever they said to her in confidence would immediately be retracted once they got to know you other then being their daughters girlfriend. “Cara mia,” Wednesday’s face softened at your worries as she held your hand in hers, making you look at her with an insecurity written across your face, “you fret over nothing, my parents aren’t the shallow type that retract their statements. You’re already beloved by Thing.”

You both looked to Thing who was having his nails painted by Enid in a matte black colour. You smiled at the hand before looking back at Wednesday, who was already looking at you with a rarity of a smile across her lips. You were thankful of her attempts of easing your worries as you brought your arms around her waist, drawing her close. “How could I dare compete with such beauty.” You softly spoke. “Don’t inflate Thing’s ego, he won’t let me live it down if you do.” Wednesday replied but noticed how you didn’t take your eyes off her. “I wasn’t talking about Thing.” You said, eyes closing shut when you felt her draw her lips to your cheek, opening them once more when Wednesday draws herself away.

“Okay, okay we get it your both cute, your both adorable and in love and shit but please reframe from being so gothically cutesy in front of my client. Thank you.” Enid said as she gestured to Thing, who was attempting to either fan himself or dry his nails faster. You weren’t quite sure which but found it humorous as you felt a smile creep up on your lips. “Alright then, we’ll leave you and your client to it.” You said to Enid who gave you a soldiers salute before facing Wednesday, presenting your arm to her as you breathed a nervous sigh.

“I believe your parents awaits us my lady of darkness.” Wednesday could feel the tension as she slipped her arm through your arm, bringing her hand to intertwine with yours, squeezing it reassuringly as you felt her black painted nails gently bite into your skin. “Relax my love, they can smell fear.” She whispered in your ear as she lead the both of you out of the dorm and to the entrance hall of the school just as a sleek black car pulled up. A tall woman emerged from the car first with hair as black as night cascading down her shoulders that matched her black dress which made her look as though she were gliding through billows of black mist.

She was beautiful, you could easily tell she was Wednesday’s mother because only a beauty of her stature could create the beauty that was your girlfriend. Next to come out of the car was a stout man dressed in a dark pinstriped suit, he immediately rushed to his wife’s side, joining their hands together tightly as though they were scared to be separated from one another. He was a handsome man in his own right and you could tell that he treated Wednesday’s mother like a goddess with how openly affectionate he was to her and vice versa.

It was rare to see an openly happy husband and wife. It always seemed that by the time they stopped having kids, or were in the midst of having them, the magic of their relationship gives away into a hostile environment that the kids are the primary victims of. So you were extremely happy that Wednesday was born to two loving people as her parents. However you noticed how her shoulders deflate when she didn’t see whom she wanted to see the most. “Pugsley’s not with them, I guess he’s still in school…getting shoved in a locker somewhere.” She murmurs under her breath, a little disappointed.

“I’m sure your brother join next time my black dahlia.” You reassured her, bringing up her hand to press a tender kiss to it before your eyes widened in realisation of what you’ve just done and in the presence of her parents too. You looked over at Morticia and Gomez who were already looking at you and their daughter with soft expressions as they turned to one another. “I believe that’s the little mouse who’s stole our vipers heart.” Gomez told Morticia who only smiled sweetly, gripping her husbands hand. “ I believe so too,” she starts before looking over at you with observant eyes that made you stand straighter then you ever were. “She’s just adorable, don’t you think dear Gomez?”

You didn’t know how to feel about being talked about as though you aren’t there but you didn’t have to wait that much longer before they both walked up to greet you and Wednesday. “Wednesday, have you gotten into the school spirit yet?” Morticia asked her daughter who only looked unimpressed. “Can’t you see I’m just dying with so much school spirit.” Wednesday’s replied made a chuckle slip past your lips, causing her, Morticia and Gomez’s attention to be brought to you and you immediately choked. “I’m sorry, I apologise for laughing.” You said but Morticia and Gomez only smiled whilst Wednesday brought your hand to her lips, mirroring your actions earlier in hopes of relieving you of some of your anxieties.

“It’s quite alright dear, I’m just enlightened that someone can see the humour in our daughter’s dankness.” Gomez replied, “you must be the girl who stole our Wednesday’s heart right from her chest. Tell me, was it as dark as she claims it was?” You looked to Wednesday and smiled, feeling slightly at ease with her parents reception of you. “Oh it’s as dark as they come and then some, she is forever my black diamond for her shine maybe nonexistent to most but to me,” you tug your girlfriend close. in an outburst of self confidence as her free hand found home on your shoulder, “she shines brighter then any.”

Wednesday temporarily didn’t know how to respond to your genuine words but Morticia and Gomez couldn’t help but love you even more as they got to see how you treated their daughter and vice versa. You and Wednesday reminded them when they were younger and that’s the type of devotion they wanted for their daughter and were happy that Wednesday had found you. “Oh your becoming an Addams already my dear.” Morticia said fondly as she tenderly reaches for your cheek.

“Just don’t go breaking our daughter’s heart before we can incite the welcoming ceremony.” She adds and as soon as she pulls away, Gomez goes in for a big hug, taking you away from Wednesday who only watched in slight amusement as you are squeezed into her fathers famous bear hugs. “I can’t wait for you to become a viper, my little mouse.” He says, pulling away to address his daughter, “rest assured my little viper, upon the next parents evening we’ll be sure to bring along Pugsley, uncle Fester and potentially cousin IT to meet your future wife.”

“I’m ecstatic.” Wednesday replied, returning to your side to grasp at your hand once more. You honestly had no idea why you were so afraid of meeting Wednesday’s parents at first but now you adored them as they adored you, seeing as how throughout the rest of the evening they asked you a plethora of questions of how and why you loved Wednesday. You answered them truthfully and as honestly as you could that by the end of each answer you gave Morticia and Gomez; You swore you could see Wednesday’s dark eye beaming with love and her cheeks aflame with a red flush as her hand gripped onto your arm tightly, almost to the point of pure possessiveness but you were also holding onto her just as tightly.

#wednesday addams fanfic #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #Wednesday Addams fic #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday Addams imagines #Wednesday Addams imagine #Wednesday imagines #Wednesday imagine #Wednesday x you #Wednesday fanfic #Wednesday fic

[imtryingbuck]

Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 726

Warnings: angst? forced marriage. Bucky's dads the worst.

Masterlist   Series Masterlist

Of course Bucky has thought about marriage, dreamt about coming home after a long day at work to his wife cooking dinner or happily playing with the kids, slow dancing with her throughout the house whilst the children are tucked in bed. Sharing his dreams, fears, stories and life with his other half, a wife who he can spoil with gifts and love.

A wife he can hold during the night.

Another dream he's always had, having children, he's not picky about the gender (not like he can control it) as long as they are healthy, and he's happy to have as many as his wife wants.

So yes Bucky has thought about marriage.

The dream of having a wife will be coming true sooner than he anticipated however being forced to marry a complete stranger is something he's very against, all he's ever wanted was to marry for love.

He's furious and feels betrayed by his father who just told him he has to marry one of the daughters of another mafia boss, that in marrying her it will secure an alliance.

Michael Murdock who's notoriously known for being ruthless and cunning. A man who happily gets his hands bloody, a man who rules his empire with an iron fist. From what Bucky knows of the man's family is that he has a wife Eliza and from what he's heard is that she's just as bad as her husband. They have two sons Brandon and Matt, and four daughters Carla, Olivia, Marie and Lucy.

Then there's Theodora, the daughter that he had with a mistress who died after the baby was born. However no one has ever seen her or even heard about her, most people think she's a myth. A story that gossipers had made up to keep people entertained.

The thought of being married to one of Michaels daughters made him feel physically sick. He had seen photos of them in magazines or on the internet of their latest trip to the plastic surgeon, or of their lifestyles.

Don't get him wrong he lives a lavish life but has never once flaunted it and he likes his women more natural.

The idea of being married into the Murdock family and having Michael as his father in law makes his skin crawl despite his father telling him that he'd always be protected.

Reluctantly getting into the car, muttering under his breath as he goes.

"James you need this, you've taken over the business now and you need a wife by your side. Stop acting like a child" his father George speaks from the other side of the Range Rover.

"I don't know her. She's not even going to want this."

"It doesn't matter what she wants son, you are the man of this marriage. Marry her, keep her wallet full, and have your mistresses and if she steps out of line just smack her back into place" he chuckles as he continues to text on his phone.

Instead of responding Bucky pushes himself further into the leather seat.

As the car pulls up to a huge manor that sits behind large steel fences, the double gates have an 'M' on each sides. Bucky notices that there are many high branded, expensive cars all lined neatly on the grey stone gravel. There's a marbled fountain in the middle that had neatly placed flowers circling around it.

The last time Bucky was nervous was when he was nineteen, it was he first official meeting he was holding on his own. No matter what situation he found himself in he was always calm and confident, but still sitting inside the warm, matte black Range Rover he's doing everything in his power not to be sick.

"Dad is this really necessary?" He tries, he knows it himself that it's pointless but he's still going to try.

"I swear you should have been born a girl with how much you bitch and moan."

"But dad this is my lif-"

"Stop crying it's your wedding day" George smiles sarcastically as the car comes to a stop in front of the many steps.

Bucky, his father and bodyguards are lead up the steps and into the high ceiling hallway, their greeted by Michael, who's standing there with a large grin on his aging face.

"Welcome to my home and family".

Next>

Tags: @sapphirebarnes

#marvel #bucky barnes #Bucky x OC female #Bucky x oc #Bucky Barnes fluff #Bucky x ofc #Bucky Barnes angst #Bucky fluff #Till Death Do Us Part #Bucky ofc series #Bucky Barnes mafia au #Bucky series #Bucky Barnes x angst #Bucky angst #Bucky Barnes x fluff #Bucky Barnes ofc #Bucky Barnes series #tw rape #tw child abuse #bucky female original character

[venussaidso]

who tf do ketu men frequently date? 🧍🏼

so i decided to check the charts of ex/current partners of some selected well known ketu men.

See, Timothee Chalamat having dated Rahu and Jupiter girls kinda validates my theory of Ketu men going for these planetary archetypes. I also see Moon and Mercury nakshatra women.

He dated Shatabhisha ASC, Vishakha Moon Lourdes Leon. Was with Eiza Gonzalez who has Shravana Sun & a possible Purva Bhadrapada Moon. His iconic pairing with Lily Rose Depp who's Rohini Sun & Swati Moon and Vishakha ASC. And finally Kylie Jenner -- Ashlesha Sun, Swati Moon.

Avan Jogia, who is Ashwini Moon, is dating Punarvasu Moon Halsey -- and she also has Hasta Sun AND Swati ASC. He's also dated Zoey Deutch who is a Vishakha Sun. He dated Swati Sun Cleopatra Coleman. He had a thing with Vishakha Moon Miley Cyrus 💀

Ben Barnes, who is Ashwini Moon & Magha Sun, dated Ardra Moon Tamsin Egerton. Then Shatabhisha Moon Felicity Jones. And also Vishakha ASC AND Hasta Moon Julianna Hough.

Possible Magha Moon Robert Sheehan with his long-time girlfriend Revati Sun Sofia Boutella.

Idris Elba's -- who's Magha Moon -- current wife is a Punarvasu Sun AND a Jyestha Moon mwahaha.

Ashwini Moon Benedict Cumberbatch's wife is a Purva Bhadrapada Sun AND Rohini Moon.

Ashwini Moon Michael C. Hall's first wife had Revati Moon, name's Amy Spanger. Then he married Jyestha Sun Jennifer Carpenter who ALSO has Punarvasu Moon and a Hasta ASC.

Ashwini Moon Matt Dillion had dated Vishakha Moon Denise Richards. Also Punarvasu native Cameron Diaz. And I believe his recent partner is Vishakha Moon Roberta Mastromichele. He'd dated Ashlesha ASC, Swati Moon and Shravana Sun Heather Graham.

Magha Moon Paul Wesley was married to Hasta Moon Torrey DeVitto. He was also engaged to Punarvasu native Phoebe Tonkin.

Ashwini Sun Machine Gun Kelly (who also dated Punarvasu native Halsey), was with Ashlesha Moon Megan Fox. Daniel Day Lewis' wife is a Revati Moon. Cilian Murphy, who I also believe to be Ketuvian, is married to a Jyestha Moon woman. Christian Bale's -- who's Ashwini Moon -- wife may have Revati Sun (she may also be Ashwini Sun if she was born past noon).

And Ketu men also go for Ketu women. Justin Trudeau's wife is an Ashwini Sun. Machine Gun Kelly dated Ashwini native Amber Rose.

Ashwini Moon Milo Ventimiglia's wife, Jarah Mariano, is a Jyestha Moon. He's dated Ashwini Moon Alexis Bledel and also Hayden Panettiere who's also an Ashwini Moon with Magha Sun.

Ashwini Moon Boris Kodjoe's wife, Nichole Ari Parker, is a Mula Moon with a Hasta Sun.

Magha Sun Andrew Garfield was with Magha ASC, Swati Sun and Hasta Moon Emma Stone. He also dated Mula Sun Shannon Woodward. He'd been with Ashwini Sun and Vishakha Moon Phoebe Dynevor. Also Ardra Sun Alyssa Miller. He got on with Ashlesha Asc & Purva Bhadrapada Moon Rita Ora too.

Mula Sun, and confirmed Ashwini Moon, Jared Leto, had dated Vishakha Moon Scarlett Johansson. Then Ashley Olsen who is literally a Magha Moon with Ashlesha ASC. He'd been with Punarvasu ASC Cameron Diaz. He was also linked with Ardra Sun Lindsey Lohan. Had an iconic love struck moment with Shatabhisha Sun, Hasta Moon Lupita Nyong'o. I think Valery Kauffman too who's Rohini Sun and Shravana Moon. Reminder that he's a Krittika Asc, he's a Sun nakshatra and my god he's got a running list of hookups I can't deal with right now so Valery is where it ends. It's honestly giving Leonardo DiCaprio lmfao who's also a Sun nakshatra (can't stand solar males💀).

If I stumble on more Ketu men, I'll probably keep editing this post. But there's a pattern here. It's Rahu, Moon, Mercury, Jupiter and Ketu nakshatras that frequently pop up in the women they date. Honorable mentions are Sun and Mars nakshatras. Seriously, I find this fascinating.

#vedic astrology #astrology #Ketu #Rahu #Moon #Mercury #Jupiter #Vishakha #Punarvasu #Ashlesha #Jyestha #Revati #Purva Bhadrapada #Hasta #Rohini #Shravana #Ashwini #Magha #Mula #Swati #Shatabhisha #Ardra

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

The Stolen Earth/Journey's End and Day of the Doctor tied. These are the 12 stories that were closest to making it through and so have been given a second chance

ROUND 3 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The End of the World

Synopsis

The Ninth Doctor takes his new companion, Rose Tyler, to the year 5,000,000,000 to see the sun expand and destroy the Earth. The observation deck space station, Platform One, is holding an event with the richest beings of the time observing the Earth's destruction, but mysterious metal spiders gifted by the Adherents of the Repeated Meme to the other guests are secretly infiltrating and sabotaging the station.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Father’s Day

Synopsis

Pete Alan Tyler, the father of Rose and husband of Jackie, died on 7 November 1987, the day of Stuart Hoskins and Sarah Clark's wedding. Rose was just a baby at the time, Jackie told the young Rose that nobody was there for Pete when he died and that the hit-and-run driver was never found...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Runaway Bride

Synopsis

Killer Santas, exploding baubles, an alien spaceship shaped like a giant star — Christmas with the Tenth Doctor is anything but a silent night...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Gridlock

Synopsis

The Tenth Doctor takes Martha Jones to New Earth, in the far future, only to find that the entire city has become a deadly trap.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Stolen Earth/Journey’s End

Synopsis

When Earth and twenty-six other planets are stolen and taken to the Medusa Cascade and the Doctor is nowhere in sight, it's up to the combined forces of UNIT, Torchwood, Sarah-Jane and Rose to fight off the thieves, who only have one thing to say to the resistance: "EX-TER-MIN-ATE!"

Propaganda

I will never get over the woman who thinks she's nothing being the most important person in the universe, and the huge loss she suffered immediately after. So bright and so dark at the same time. So much happiness and so much sadness. Excellently done 10/10 (NikMONSTER)

The Eleventh Hour

Synopsis

After a literally explosive regeneration, the brand new Eleventh Doctor survives a crash-landing to Earth. However, he has little time to recover. With a mysterious crack in a little girl's wall and a missing alien prisoner, the Doctor is in for an adventure. However, with the TARDIS damaged and the sonic screwdriver destroyed, can the Doctor capture the rogue alien before its jailers burn Earth to a crisp?

Propaganda

Omg i love this ep so much.  It was the absolute perfect way to introduce the new doctor to the show; Matt had some big shoes to fill after David but he did so perfectly in this episode.  All of the other doctors I had to get used to, and I especially thought I’d have to following my fav ten, but i immediately fell in love with 11 with this episode. I also feel like this was a great plot overall and I loved both Amy and Rory in it. (@lavenderlace16 )

The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone

Synopsis

The enigmatic River Song hurtles back into the Eleventh Doctor's life, but she's not the only familiar face returning — the Weeping Angels are back! Following River's calling card, the Doctor is recruited to help track down the last of the Angels, which has escaped from the Byzantium starliner and into the terrifying Maze of the Dead.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Amy’s Choice

Synopsis

It has been five years since Amy Pond last travelled with the Eleventh Doctor. However, when he arrives by accident and they have a reunion, Amy is left questioning what is real. Is she actually living with her husband Rory in Leadworth, 2015, or is she still travelling with Rory and the Doctor in the TARDIS? Which is real and which is fake? Dream or reality? Only one thing is clear: it's Amy's choice.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Doctor’s Wife

Synopsis

The Eleventh Doctor receives a message from an old Time Lord friend. The message brings him, Rory Williams and Amy Pond to another universe where they meet an alien who eats TARDISes.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Girl Who Waited

Synopsis

The Eleventh Doctor, Rory Williams and Amy Pond land on Apalapucia in the middle of a plague. Amy is left behind, and the Doctor and Rory must save her...but time for Amy is running at a different speed.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The God Complex

Synopsis

The Eleventh Doctor, Amy, and Rory investigate a hotel of horror where repeat business is low but the body count is high, where a mighty monster stalks the corridors and the rooms hold visions of angels, apes, and creepy clowns. Who — or what — has brought them to this place? Can the Doctor solve the mystery before the residents check out in grisly style?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Day of the Doctor

Synopsis

The Doctors embark on their greatest adventure in this 50th-anniversary special. In the 21st century, something terrible is awakening in London's National Gallery; in 1562, a murderous plot is afoot in Elizabethan England; and somewhere in space, an ancient battle reaches its devastating conclusion. All of reality is at stake as the Doctor's own dangerous past comes back to haunt him.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

#okay im upping the number in tie break groups from 10 to 12 #definitely not so one of my favourites #the girl who waited makes the cut #in fairness this is the first of round 3 #and i can change the rule between rounds #im voting for girl who waited #but I think father's day would be another worthy winner #or any of the 11th Doctor ones honestly #the only one that didn't get eliminated was against another 11th doctor #which as an 11th doctor enjoyer #devestating #and a little unfair #round 3 #tiebreak

[egs-n-bacon]

can u do matt stone x fem reader sleepy sex?!

Omg yesss I will

Tags: established relationship, smut, p in v sex, no condom, fingering, nipple play, L bomb, fem!reader

☆☆☆

It had been a long day, and Matt had just gotten home from work. An exhausted look was sprawled across his face. He walked up the carpeted stairs to your shared bedroom.

When he opened the white door, he saw his wife, laying in the bed wearing her t-shirt and a pair of satin panties. You were barely asleep, yiu looked up as he walked into the room.

You greeted him with a small smile, asking him how his day at work was. He didn't answer, just pounced the bed, you got the hunt and started to fall bak asleep. Right after you closed your eyes, you felt a pair of lips on your neck, peppering your neck with soft kisses.

The corner of your lips quirked up, and a smirk graced your lips. You turned to him and pressed your lips against his, kissing him lovingly. You placed your hand on his neck, bringing him closer. Your lips moved simultaneously as time went, and the kiss got more and more heated.

He pushed his tongue past your lips, massaging your tongue with his. Your breath hitched. You loved him so much that just kissing him made you feel extreme pleasure. He ran his hands down your side to the hem of your panties. He then pushed his hands inside them, his breathing pattern speeding up.

He ran his index finger through your wet folds, covering his fingers in your slick. You disconnected your lips from his for just a second to let out a whine. You already felt your stomach twist in pleasure. He took his index and circled your clit lightly, your pussy making many squelching noises.

You put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. He slide his hand down further, inserting two fingers into your dripping cunt. You let out a loud moan, the feeling overtaking you. He pushed them in and out at a fast pace.

It didn't take long for a knot to pull at your stomach. A pleasureful feeling pooling in your stomach, you let out a few high-pitched whines and whipmers. He took his other hand and circled your clit, this was enough to make you burst. Waves of pleasure washed dover you, you back arched and you and a pornographic moan pushed pasted your lips.

He gave you a few minutes to calm down, your pussy still pulsating before he crawled over your body, now on top of you. He pulled his pants off, and it now pools at his knees. He also pulls your shirt off, letting your breasts free. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your left nipple, sucking it gently.

As he was doing so, he pushed himself into you, and you let out a groan of pain and pleasure. He began bucking his hips into yours. You bit his shoulder to suppress the moans coming out of your mouth. He thrusts started to become sloppy as he neared he release.

You felt the familiar feeling fill your stomach right before you came with extreme eagerness. He came not soon after, covering your insides with his cum. You both were breathing heavily. You gave him one more kiss, long and sweet. Before turning and laying on your side, both of you fall asleep quickly, but not before saying goodnight, and I love you.

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Idk this kinda short and not proofread, but I hope you enjoyed it :))

#fanfiction #x reader #baseketball imagines #matt stone #matt and trey #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut #matt stone imagine

[telekineticseance]

some matt stone angst pls x

KISS THE BRIDE

pairing: matt stone x gn/f! reader

summary: matt's in love with trey's bride

genre: angst

word count: 1017

cw: no pronouns for reader but reader wears a wedding gown, sad matt

author's note: came to me while listening to kiss the bride by elton john so here we are

Matt’s eyes followed you as you walked down the aisle, your heels making soft clicks as they hit the ground below. He fought against his eyes tearing up, he shouldn’t have been the one crying. After all it wasn’t his wedding, it was yours. Yours to Trey of all people. He was in love with his best friend’s fiancee, soon to be wife and he didn’t know what to do about it.

Everyone watched with smiles on their faces as he tried to do the same, forcing a grin on his face. He glanced over at Trey who stood at the end of the aisle, tears rolling down his cheek as he saw you. Saw how beautiful you looked in the white dress that touched the ground, a train following behind you.

He dreamed of this moment for years, he never believed in love at first sight but when his eyes found you at the Comedy Central studio, he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He felt like one of those old cartoons where the wolf would levitate and his eyes would turn into hearts.

—

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, holding out your hand. It was the first meeting he had with Comedy Central, Trey was busy working on some filming for Orgazmo so he sent Matt by himself. “I’m Matt…” He finally stuttered out, taking your hand into his.

He watched as you grinned up at him, you weren’t that much shorter than him but you were short enough to where he had to look down at you. “I’ll be helping you with getting your show on the air!”

“A pretty girl like you?” He teased, as the two of you broke apart. He watched as your cheeks changed to a light rose shade before rolling your eyes at him, “Yes. A pretty girl..like me.”

—

“I’ve loved you for so long..you make me so happy. The way your eyes shine in the light. The way..” Matt listened to Trey say his vows, the ones he wrote himself, the ones he should’ve been saying.

—

“So how about a date?” He asked, holding you close. The two of you had been hooking up shortly after meeting and although he knew it was unprofessional, he couldn’t find himself from stopping. He couldn’t stop craving your touch, missing your laugh when you were gone. He wanted more than just a weekly hookup.

“Matt, you know we can’t. I’m still technically working for South Park. Therefore I’m technically working for you.” He listened to the excuse, the same excuse you told him every time he brought up taking you on a date. “Oh come on, beautiful.” He pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. He listened to you giggle as his curls tickled your nose, making a grin crawl up on his face. He pressed his lips to your neck, making sure to hit all the spots that he knows you like. “Just one dinner, me and you.” He mumbled, continuing to kiss your neck, trailing down to your collarbones.

“Matt…” He listened to you breathe out, your voice was music to his ears. “Hm?” He looked up at you innocently, a smirk crawling onto his face. He felt you pull away from him as he sighed, propping himself up with his elbows, “You know we can’t.”

He laid next to you again, wrapping his arms around you once more. “I know..I know.”

—

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace..” The priest spoke as Matt raised an eyebrow. He looked amongst the crowd before turning his gaze to the two of you.

He saw your eyes looking back at him instead of Trey, the eyes pleading him to stay quiet. And that’s what he did. He chose to stay silent, knowing he’d regret it.

—

“Don’t marry him.”

It was the night before your wedding, Matt’s disheveled appearance stood in front of you. He couldn’t even convince himself to look in the mirror before showing up. His eyes were probably bloodshot from the tears he had been crying, and his hair was ungroomed and all over the place.

“Matt, you need to leave.” You told him, putting your hands on his chest to push them away. He put his hands over yours, holding them close before he lifted them to his lips, pressing a kiss to them. He returned the hands back to his chest and stared into your eyes, hardly able to see you through the tears that continued to fill them.

“Do you feel that? That’s my heart Y/N. It’s beating for you.” He told you, as the tears started to run. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He needed to tell you everything. “I’m in love with you. I have been ever since I first met you and I never stopped. That’s why I wanted to take you out all those times. I wanted to be with you. More than what we had.”

He watched you shake your head and pull your hand away, “You’re too late Matt. I’m with Trey. I love Trey. He’s going to be my husband. And he’s your best friend…be happy for him. For me. For us.” Your words stung his ears, almost like a dagger that was stabbing over and over again. Be happy for you.

He felt your hand reach up to his cheek, caressing his face as he leaned into your hand, unable to stop the tears from spilling down his face and running into your palm. “I love you.” He whispered once more, his eyes closing as he took in your touch. That same touch he loved.

“I’m sorry Matt. I can’t love you too.”

—

“You may now kiss the bride.” The words brought him back to realization, watching Trey dip you and press his lips to yours. The lips he used to kiss. The ones he should’ve been kissing now. For he should’ve been the one to kiss the bride.

#angst always makes me sad #matt stone #matt stone x reader

[livfastdieyoung69]

I gotta come back with more 2000s jeff

Maybe this being more of a jeff being protective at first then it shifting to reader being protective

More stone cold and hhh just being menaces maybe them threatening reader with a metal chair and jeff getting super upset because yk and him getting hit with it and reader like leaping in you could have either reader hitting hhh, stone cold or Stephanie with a chair i really like the idea of Stephanie being used as a threat against hhh (sorry if this is rambly😭😭)

LITTLE DEVIL

(sort of a continuation to NO THREATS SIMPLY PROMISES, can be read alone.)

“I don’t think you should go out tonight.” Jeff’s voice rang through the small locker room designated to Team Xtreme, clearly full of anxiety. After last Raw’s incident, Triple H had been the first segment of the night, walking into the ring with a metal chair and threatening Y/N after their attack on Stephanie.

“What? Why?” Y/N knew why, but they also knew that they could hold their own.

“Y’know why, N/N. I don’t want you getting hurt, ‘specially with all of the stuff they were just talkin’ about! It would just be better for all of us.” Triple H, with a little help from Stephanie- had said some pretty gnarly stuff, and they didn’t want the rematch to be messed up, so Y/N agreed, but only if they were allowed to sit in the gorilla and watch from there.

“Don’t let em’ get to you, alright? Have a good match Jeffro, I’ll be waiting for ya right here. You guys too!” They stood in the gorilla as the Hardys’ music was cued, listening to the crowd cheer them on. The match started quickly, Triple H getting a brutal upper hand over Jeff, catching him off guard with hard fists. Jeff was finally able to get a hit in on Triple H and almost made a tag to Matt, but his brothers feet were swept away by Stone Cold along with Stephanie dragging Lita down to the concrete floor.

Now, with the ref trying to get the outside of the ring under control, Triple H took it to his advantage, and dove under the ropes, making an attempt to grab a chair from underneath the ring opposite of the side the rest of his teammates were at. Then their music cut, and out walked Y/N with a chair of their own, eyes trained on Hunter. Jeff somewhat recovered and now standing, hidden by the announce table, Stone Cold and Matt had moved to another side of the concrete floor, but Lita and Stephanie were still front and center, right where the ramp ended.

Why hurt what hurt your love when you can hurt theirs?

Hunter watched as Y/N’s eyes moved from his to Stephanie, then over to Jeff. He watched the smirk form on their face, and he watched as Lita moved out of the way. His eyes went wide and tried to rush forward, but Jeff had grabbed him from behind. He watched as Y/N rose the chair above their head, eyes still watching him, mouth still placed in a malicious grin. He watched the chair slam down his wife's back, he watched it bounce back up and hit her again. He watched as Y/N’s smile grew wider at her cries of pain much like on Monday night.

“When I said I would kill if you touched him again, I meant it.” The words were roughly whispered across the ring, barely audible.

Stone Cold had left long ago, truly not caring at all for the dramatics of HHH and Stephanie so with no one else to fight, Matt and Jeff beat Triple H into a puddle next to the ringside announcers, the sound of the metal chair against Stephanie's back still ricocheting throughout the arena.

When it was made obvious Hunter was unable to get up, the original three began to walk backstage, but were stopped at the sight of Y/N, a rabid look on their face, metal chair still in hand and swinging at the back of Stephanie. Matt and Lita continued up the ramp knowing it was a problem for Jeff to deal with.

They were stopped mid-swing, Jeff gripping at their forearm in an attempt to contain them. It did little, Y/N squirming in his grip in hope to continue their on slaughter. Seeing his brothers struggle, Matt turned back and grabbed their chair from their hands before continuing on with Lita.

Jeff acting as a tether to reality brought Y/N back from their unconsciousness vexation with his sweet, calming words and without even realizing it, they had made it backstage, to the gorilla once again.

“I told her I would do it. Had to…had to keep to my word.” They spoke in between broken breathes, an attack on Stephanie once again bringing them exhaustion and placing them into Jeff’s arms.

“I know, Y/N, I know. Wasn’t your fault this time, they shouldn’t have done all that.” His words were meant to comfort but only caused them to pull away from his chest, eyebrows furrowed.

“This time?” Y/N’s voice filled with fake anger, they could never truly be angry at him. A smile filled in on their face as they watched the poor boy try to stutter an excuse out until he realized they had been joking, and he pulled them back against him, laughter vibrating from his chest and spreading into theirs.

“You’re being a little menace this week, ain’t you? Guess I can’t complain, at least I ain’t the one bein’ choked. C’mon little devil, lets get you home before you try to attack someone else. Who’s it gonna be next time, Trish?”

“Hey! I love Trish, I’d never do that to her!”

“You weren’t too fond of her when we had to do that love thing.”

“That’s- that’s different. That doesn’t count.” Now it was their turn to stutter, flustered at the reminder of just how jealous they had been when Trish and Jeff were forced to do a love story together. Their embarrassment earned a kiss to the head from Jeff and a small laugh.

“M’sure it is.”

This took way 2 long and is kinda bad but i wanted to post somethin so whatev i guess

Watching Monday night raw got me inspired got to see my man Cody right away this time didn’t have to wait three goddamn hours

#jeff hardy #LIV WRITES;*! #2000's jeff hardy #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy imagine #smackdown #friday night smackdown #wwe smackdown #wwe #matt hardy #wwf

[wangxianficfinder]

Jiang Cheng Bashing Compilation

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🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, wangxian, time travel, canon divergence, fix it, not YZY friendly, not Jiang friendly, butterfly effect, no sunshot, madam lan lives, lan WWX)

🧡 Feline misconduct: How Wei Wuxian defeated catboyphobia and seduced his way into becoming Lan Wangji's lap cat by Papriqua, vicchan (E, 44k, WangXian, Catboy WWX, Mpreg, Eventual Smut, Homophobia, Not JC Friendly, Cloud recesses study Era)

keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, Background WangXian, the opposite of reconciliation, Protective WWX, Duelling Grief/Mourning, not for jc fans, Swordfighting, Resentment, LSZ centric, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)

💖 Flawed and Free by Vrishchika (E, 18k, wangxian, major character death, time travel fix-it, dark LWJ, dark LXC, dark gusu lan, temporary character death, not JC friendly, angst, hurt/comfort, WIP)

A Jealous Flower Tries To Break The Sun’s Silver Moon by Preludian_Staves (T, 21k, wangxian, canon divergence, not Jiang friendly, golden core transfer fails, angst w/ happy ending, slow build, hurt/comfort, getting together, courting rituals, WN & WQ live) 

To Take A Wife- Or Perhaps A Husband by Admiranda (T, 2k, post-canon, one-sided JC/LXC, one-sided JC/NHS, kind of, not JC friendly, homophobia) 

State of Decline by FlautistsandPeonies (G, 8k, wangxian, JFM/YZY, not YZY friendly, not JC friendly, post-canon, non-linear narrative, alternating pov) 

Reclamation by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow) (M, 6k, major character death, not JC friendly, canon divergence, post sunshot, revenge) 

Trials of Time by Muggle_Diary (E, 32k, wangxian, major character death, underage, time travel, not jiang friendly, not YZY friendly, not JC friendly, butterfly effect) 

Through the Storm by marhikit (T, 33k, WangXian, Wen Xu/Male OC, WWX has siblings, Canon Divergence, Not Jiang Family Friendly, No golden core transfer, JZX & WWX friendship) 

Bitter Endings; New Beginnings by miixz (T, 7k, wangxian, WWX & WN, ABO, arranged marriage, unrequited love, stalking, not JC friendly, no war au, alpha JC, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, fluff, falling in love) 

To Speak Up by Vrishchika (M, 7k, wangxian, modern, child abuse, child neglect, not jiang friendly)

💖 Resilience. by Vrishchika (T, 7k, wangxian, time travel, not JC friendly, golden core transfer fix-it)

The plagues of Jiang Wanyin by Lyna_Mei (T, 54k, wangxian, post-canon, politics, not JC friendly, family feels, implied/referenced child abuse, torture, minor character death)

A Future Family In A Broken Past by Hauntcats (T, 121k, wangxian, time travel, not jiang friendly)

🧡 the river brought you here by chilianxianzi (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, POV Outsider, Amnesia, Past abuse, Strangulation, Found Family)

peacemaker no more by thelastdboy (G, 6k, JYL & WWX & JC, Jiangs & WWX, JYL & Wen remnants, JYL & WQ, wangxian, modern, no powers au, chronic illness, JYL pov, not JC friendly, mental health issues)

Jiang Cheng- Dumb Ways to Die by such_stuff_as_dreams_are_made_on (Not rated, 7k, major character death, time travel, fix-it of sorts, not JC friendly, not YZY friendly, chapters stand on their own)

Return to Sender by Thesaurus_with_no_words (M, 72k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, BAMF WWX, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Temporary Amnesia, Slow burn)

How can you explain that? by MakoSky22 (T, 4k, WWX & OCs, implied wangxian, angst, gaslighting, outsider pov, not JC friendly, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending)

Let the Heavens be the judge by A_Mirror_of_memories (T, 4k, wangxian, WWX & WQ, minor character death offscreen, time travel, karma, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, CSSR & WCZ live)

The Scapegoat by chiyukimei (T, 4k, wangxian, JL & WWX, bonding, not Jiang friendly, not JC friendly)

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not rated, 11k, wangxian, age difference, dark lwj, manipulation, implied abuse, corporal punishment, happy ending, not jiang friendly) 

Matters of regret and confrontations series by pft_a_Frog22 (Not rated, 19k, WIP, wangxian, not Jiang friendly, time travel, golden core reveal, suicidial ideation, burial mounds, demonic cultivation)

Worth of a Good Man by Vrishchika (G, 6k, wangxian, everybody lives/nobody dies au, not jiang friendly)

bleed by justdoityoufucker (T, 5k, wangxian, time travel, sunshot campaign and post-ssc, families of choice)

💖 Symmetry by Vir_Abelasan (M, 13k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, mind the tags just in case)

keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, not JC friendly, the opposite of reconciliation, anger, protective wwx)

on restitution by glitteringmoonlight (M, 98k, LSZ & WWX, WWX & JL, wangxian, dark JC, not JC friendly, captivity, non-graphic torture, angst w/ happy ending)

'Yunmeng Siblings’ Once by chiyukimei (T, 1k, wangxian, JC & WWX, not JC friendly, post-canon)

violent delights by justdoityoufucker (T, 4k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Not JC Friendly, Found Family)

Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, NHS & WWX, WangXian, Post-Canon, CQL verse, Protective NHS, Not JC Friendly)

Without end by barisan (M, 65k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Suicide attempt, Hurt/Comfort, Depressed WWX, JC Canon characteristics, Not YZY & JFM Friendly, Panic attacks, JC will need some time for growth, Traducción al español)

The Long Winding Road Home by Admiranda (T, 12k, WangXian, CS/WCZ, Post-Canon, Time Travel, WCZ & CS live, Not JC Friendly, Fluffy Family Reunion)

Silver (Bloodshot) Eyes by BlueAthena (T, 15k, Mentioned WangXian, WCZ & JC, WCZ & JL, Canon Divergence, Ghost WCZ, BAMF WCZ, JC bashing, Major character death, Revenge, Child JL)

🧡 Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WangXian, WWX & WQ & WN, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Angst, Not JC Friendly, BAMF WWX)

catch and release (and catch again) by Gaez (bell_flowers) (T, 18k, wangxian, canon divergence, post-bloodbath of nightless city, limb loss, necromancy, not JC friendly, canon typical violence, WIP)

Insult the Doctor Prior to Surgery by Hauntcats (T, 7k, JC & WWX & JYL, WQ & WWX, wangxian, time travel fix-it, not JC friendly)

Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, war between sects, not JC friendly, not YZY friendly, war crimes, happy ending)

In Exchange by FlautistsandPeonies (M, 8k, wangxian, major character death (WWX), The Power of Yiling Laozu Sexy)

Restitution by BlueAthena (G, 14k, JL & OFC, JL & WWX, post-canon, sect leader JL, dysfunctional relationships, hurt/comfort, angst, not JC friendly, implied/referenced torture, good uncle WWX, WIP)

My heart knows (you’re the missing piece) by makexianxianhappytoday (T, 67k, wangxian, WWX & Jiang family, BSSR & WWX, canon divergence, rogue cultivator WWX, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ, butterfly effect, no golden core transfer, WIP) 

If only you knew (what goes on in my mind) by makexianxianhappytoday (G, 7k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, angst w/ happy ending, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ)

Inchoate by Marinelifeclub (T, 17k, wangxian, WWX leaves Jiang Sect, bad parent YZY & JFM, not JC friendly, not YZY friendly, rogue cultivator WWX, protective LWJ, no golden core transfer, dark JFM, WIP)

Cutting Out a Different Path by T98 (M, 17k, wangxian, LWJ & WN, NHS & WWX, WN & WWX & WQ, time travel fix-it, post-sunshot, burial mounds settlement days, sect leader WWX, not JC friendly, happy ending, WIP)

Away from Trouble by Ilona22 (M, 15k, wangxian, canon divergence, not JC friendly, happy ending)

I’ll Take the Path of Thorns by Admiranda (G, 6k, wangxian, cloud recesses study era, curses, not JC friendly, clever WWX, baby wangxian)

These Barren Lands In Between by lingering_song (T, 4k, wangxian, JC & WWX, post-canon, outsider POV, married wangxian, misunderstandings, politics, implied/referenced abuse, not JC friendly)

Not Jiang Cheng Friendly collection

#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #wangxianficfinder compilation post #jiang cheng bashing #canon jiang cheng characteristics #not jiang cheng friendly #not jiang wanyin friendly #canon jiang wanyin characteristics #jiang wanyin bashing #long post

[waywardxrhea]

Chapter 1 - Heart of Stone

What happens when you lie to the Devil? How long can one woman keep a lifetime of secrets from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen? The answer may surprise you...

installment list

pairing: Matt Murdock x enhanced!fem!OC

series content: coffee shop AU, fluff, humor, friends to lovers, pining, language, canon typical violence, use of guns, angst, drinking, implied smut, medical emergencies, mental health disorders (PTSD, panic disorder).

"you can build me up, you can tear me down, you can try but i'm unbreakable. you can do your best, but i'll stand the test, you'll find that i'm unshakable. when the fire's burnt, when the wind has blown, when the water's dry you'll still find stone. my heart of stone" - heart of stone, six the musical

word count: 3.9k

A series of unfortunate events leads Julianne Porter to uproot her entire life in London.

Standing at the back of the crowded church, Julianne Porter wiped away a tear that slipped from her eye despite her best efforts to keep them at bay. As she saw her father’s watchful eyes turning in her direction, she darted back behind the pillar so he didn’t see her because that would have meant certain punishment for daring to step foot into the church hosting his wife’s funeral. She was her mother too, but considering he blamed her for his wife’s untimely death in the first place, Julianne was unceremoniously barred from attending the event.

She couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t try to attend though, so she took what she could, sneaking in through the doors right as her mother’s favorite song was playing loudly through the speakers. Eileene was always a lively person and she had always made it clear to her husband Dean that when her time came, she wanted the funeral to be a joyous occasion celebrating her life, love, and career. Despite that wish though, Julianne wore all black because in the end, after what her father said to her that night, she felt she was to blame.

Giggling like a lovestruck teenager, Julianne kissed her boyfriend one last time before they came to a stop at the gate outside of the Porter family manor. “Tonight was amazing,” he told her between the last few kisses of the night.

“Thank you for taking me out, I really needed it,” she replied with a smile, wrapping her arms around his strong form, adding, “I wish it didn’t have to end.”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to… Come back to my place tonight, I’ll make it worth your while,” he told her with a sly wink.

She giggled once more before shaking her head and telling him, “I can’t, you know how it is around here. I…I really shouldn’t have even gone out tonight so last minute. If my father finds out I’ve been with you, he’ll kill me…”

“One day I’m gonna make that man like me, just you wait, darlin’,” he told her confidently.

“In your dreams, that man is-“ she started to say.

Julianne’s sentence was cut off though as she heard a scream coming from within the manor. Her eyes went wide as she pushed Kit away, telling him, “Shit, I have to go. I…I’ll call you later!”

Without a second glance back toward Kit’s shocked form, Julianne was off, racing up the drive of the manor with shaking hands, hoping for the best but expecting the worst upon hearing such an ear-splitting scream. When she got inside though, her worst fears came to fruition as she saw her mother being held at gunpoint. Upon seeing the fear in her mother’s eyes, Julianne put her hands up and said calmly, “Let’s not lose our heads now, let’s talk this out, I’m sure there’s some sort of agreement we can come to here.”

“We aren’t here to bargain princess. Grab her!” the man holding her mother snapped.

“I guess we’re doing it my way then aren’t we?” she asked before forcefully stomping on the ground, sending some of the granite flooring into the air, followed quickly by a punch to send the stone directly at the man holding her mother hostage.

“Don’t let her use her powers you blitherin’ idiots!” the man shouted.

Julianne could see two men coming at her from behind in a mirror across from her and launched an attack on them as well, causing the tile at their feet to suddenly sink into the ground, effectively trapping them in place. In her distraction of making sure that the men’s feet were thoroughly stuck, a third man came up behind her and picked her up off the ground like a daisy. 

“Let go of me! I’ll-!” she tried to shout as she struggled in the man’s strong arms.

Everything in the next few seconds happened so quickly that she didn’t even have time to think before she saw her mother’s brains being shot out of the side of her head by her captor. And Julianne? Well she was screaming bloody murder as the men ran from the house jeering at her all the while.

“What the bloody hell is going on out here, I was in the middle of a conference with a very important client about-“ came Dean Porter’s voice as he stalked into the room flanked by two men from his security detail. He stopped cold though as he saw Julianne weeping over her mother’s body, the pool of blood surrounding them growing steadily. “Ridge, Oliver, find the men who did this. I want them dead. I’ll deal with the brat…” 

A third man emerged from the room holding a binder to his chest, asking, “Dad, what-?” He too stopped cold as he saw his twin sister weeping over their mother’s body, his mouth agape and eyes wide. 

The memory was abruptly interrupted by Julianne’s phone buzzing in her trouser pocket. She sneakily ducked out of the church before answering quietly, “Hey love, everything all right?”

“Smashing,” came Kit’s bright voice from the other line. “Look, I’m really sorry you couldn’t give your mum a proper goodbye… If you want, meet me at our usual spot for some cheering up. I’ll bring your favorite.”

“You’re the best, thank you,” Julianne whispered, her voice breaking with emotion at his kindness. “I’ll see you in ten, I love you.”

“I love you more,” he replied with the slightest crack in his voice at the end. Kit had met Eileen a few weeks ago for the first time and they hit it off instantly, and even though Dean hadn’t approved of Julianne dating, Eileen was happy to see her little girl happy. So, when Julianne told Kit about witnessing her murder, he had been a bit of an emotional mess too. Ever since that night, he had been especially gentle with Julianne and her emotional state, meeting with her in their secret spot just outside of the manor every night and bringing her chocolates or champagne to help her feel better. And while the gifts did bring her joy, merely being in his warm embrace and hearing his reassuring words brought her more comfort than any tangible object could.

The walk to the manor was breezy, the chilled autumn air cutting right through Julianne’s scarf and coat. She hugged her arms close to her body as she approached the little alcove she always met Kit in, calling out quietly, “Kit, it’s Julie, you here?”

Her eyebrows knit together when she didn’t get a response and instead heard a quiet thud on the ground, one that sounded almost…wet? She peered around the corner and for the second time in as many weeks, Julianne was weeping over the body of a loved one. Her limbs went numb, and she felt lightheaded as she surveyed Kit’s battered body bleeding out onto the concrete around him.

As Julianne fell to her knees with a sob, her heart kicked into high gear, racing irregularly in her chest as black threatened to engulf her vision. The darkness started to take over as she fell to the ground, the last thing she saw before passing out was the note nailed to Kit’s chest that read, “This is on you, Julianne.”

“Is someone over here?” James asked as he and Oliver made their way into the area a few minutes later. “I thought you said you heard something,” James snapped as they walked. 

“I did, I swear it,” Oliver replied, turning the corner into the little alcove. He stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the sight in front of him: a bloodied Kit Wilson and Julianne unmoving near him. “Holy shit, James, I-”

“Shit, check on Julie, I’ll call Dad, see what he wants to do,” James said, reaching for his cell in his coat pocket. 

James heard Oliver sigh in relief after a few moments, saying, “She’s alive. Heart rate is through the roof though.”

“It’s that stupid heart condition. She’ll come to soon,” James replied as he listened to his father’s instructions over the phone, turning his back to the scene as a sly smirk twisted its way onto his face. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? There’s always time to back out,” said JD,  a friend of Julianne’s since uni. 

“Yes JD, I’m sure, I’ve been planning this for a month. I…I can’t be here anymore,” she replied quietly as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Remember your promise back when I first found out what you do?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” he said with an exasperated sigh. “I’m just saying, this is a big decision, and you haven’t exactly been in the best mindset since…”

“Since my mother and boyfriend were killed because of me?” she asked haughtily.

“I wouldn’t exactly put it like that…” he replied hesitantly.

“Just give me the IDs and passports JD,” she told him.

“Not until you tell me your plan to get out of the country,” he said defiantly.

“How I’m getting out of here doesn’t matter, just know that I’ll manage,” she responded.

“And that’s exactly why I’m worried, Jules. In my line of work when someone says something along those lines it means they’re about to do something either illegal or borderline suicidal. So, which is it?” he asked seriously, holding the documents closely to his body while Julianne impatiently held out her hand.

“Let’s just say that the O’Hare syndicate is about to get a pretty paycheck thanks to me,” she told him while gesturing for JD to hand over the documents.

JD made a choking noise as his eyes went wide. His eyebrows shot up as he asked, “The O’Hare syndicate? As in your father’s most powerful rival? Are you mad?!”

“Quite apparently,” she replied shortly as she snatched the documents from his loosened grip. “If my father wants to play dirty I will too. It’s only fair, innit?”

“Well while we’re on the subject, what the bloody hell is he going to say or do to me and my family when he finds out I helped you? This isn’t just about you anymore!” JD said, a bite of anger in his voice as he glared at Julianne. 

“Trust me, I’ve thought this all out. I can get you and your family out of the country too. Get a new start and get the kids away from…stuff like this,” she said, shaking her head when she ended her sentence. “All you have to do is say the word.”

“And what if your little plan doesn’t work? What if the O’Hares don’t follow through?”

“Then that means I’ll be dead and you won’t have to worry about my father blaming you for helping me. Pack what you need and only what you need. When they agree to my terms, the O’Hares will deal with the rest,” she said as she turned her back and began heading for the door.

“You seem awfully confident this is going to work,” JD called, a hint of desperation in his voice. 

“Just trust me, will you? Be ready to go come week’s end. If all goes to plan this is the last time you’ll be seeing me. Take care old chap,” she said as she pulled her hood over her head and ducked out into the gloomy London night. 

After a ride on the tube and a few minutes walk, Julianne found herself walking into a crowded pub full of Irishmen, armed to the teeth. “Oi, where can I find Sheamus around here?” she shouted, which prompted about a dozen guns and even more blades to be pointed in her direction. 

“That’s that Porter gal innit?” one man asked aloud to his buddies. 

“Why I oughta-” another growled, cocking his gun and aiming it at her forehead. 

Julianne put her hands in the air and said, “Oh calm down, I’m here to cut a deal and line all of your pockets. If I can talk to Sheamus.”

“Pat her down, make sure she isn’t armed,” the second man said while still training his pistol at her head. 

“You know she doesn’t have to have any weapons to fight right? Not with those freak powers of hers…” the first man told him as he advanced toward Julianne and began frisking her. 

“Well then check her for a wire you blitherin’ idiot!” he shouted.

After a more thorough than needed pat down, Julianne asked, “See? I’m unarmed and unwired. I came for a deal. That’s all.”

“You came into enemy territory, that's what you did, lass! Now if you don’t get out of me pub in five seconds, I’ll-” the irate man snarled before he was cut off by a handsomely dressed man entering from behind the bar.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Do my eyes deceive me, or is little miss Julianne Porter standing in the middle of my pub?” Sheamus O’Hare asked, throwing a pointed glare at the man with his gun trained on Julianne. 

“The one and only,” Julianne told him with a small smile. 

“Well Miss Porter, I’m not usually one to make deals with me rival’s daughter, especially one whose gotten some of me men caught due to their inability to run from the cops after you…dealt with them. So tell me why you’re here before this place lights up.”

“With all due respect, I’d rather not discuss intricacies in front of so many men, especially ones with guns pointed at me,” she told him, taking a quick glance around the many guns still trained on her. 

“Give me one good reason to let you back into my office and let you walk out of here alive,” he countered. 

“The shipment that’s coming in tomorrow night for my father. The details are yours if you and your men agree to my terms,” she said, not breaking eye contact with him for even a second. 

A smirk slowly made its way onto Sheamus’s face as he gestured for the men to lower their weapons. He reached out a hand for Julianne to take as he said to her, “If that intel’s good, I think we can make the proper arrangements. Follow me.”

As she followed him back to his office, he asked, “So what made you want to turn on your old man?”

“He had my boyfriend killed. I think it’s about proper time he got what’s coming for him,” she replied as she took a seat across from him.

He ran his hand over his facial hair while contemplating the sincerity behind her words before asking, “So what’s in it for us?”

Julianne scoffed, telling him, “Only the biggest shipment this country’s ever seen. It’s coming directly from Mexico with the product hidden in clothing, ready for sale. If you take over the shipment from the seller, you’ll not only get the product, but you’ll also be making him lose money. The daft bastard’s already paid. So he’ll be out and you’ll be swimming in more money than you’ll know what to do with.”

Sheamus narrowed his eyes and asked, “What’s the catch? You seem like you’re a smart girl, there’s no way you’re just doing this to get revenge.”

“So you O’Hares are brighter than they say you are,” she told him with a wink. “But you’re right, there are a few things I want in return.”

“What is it?”

“I need you to help me fake my death and the death of JD Williams plus his family. And you need to make it look damn good because you’ll be sending photographic proof of my death to my father. Once you do those things, we’ll all be out of the country and the slate will be wiped clean. You get a seller, I get revenge and to safety, my father loses. It’s a win-win for the both of us. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?” When she finished her side of the bargain, she crossed her legs as she waited for his response. 

“So you’re telling me that you’ll give me the information on these shipments in trade for faking some deaths?” Sheamus asked as a wide smile broke out onto his face. 

“That’s it. No tricks, no turning sides when your men are at the docks, just pure revenge.”

“You got a heart o’ stone on ya, don’t ya? I like the sound o’ that,” Sheamus said enthusiastically as he stood up to shake her hand. He put his arm around her waist as they exited the room, telling her, “Now let’s get some Guinness in ya and talk details with my men, yeah?”

Come the end of the week, Crystal was standing near the harbour’s entryway with her hands tucked in her pockets waiting for her father’s men to show up to be ambushed by O’Hare’s men. When a couple finally showed up, she asked them, “What the hell? You were supposed to be here a half hour ago! My father is not going to be pleased with you!”

“Sweetheart, we’ve been run ragged by your old man trying to finish selling from the last shipment, give us a break!” Donnelly snapped as he shoved past her. 

“And don’t plan on just standing here like you always do, you’re coming in with us. Since Mummy isn’t around to stop you from helping out anymore, your old man told us to have you tag along. In case things go bad. Rumor has it the Wellenelly men might be trying to get a piece of the action so he wants you nearby. Got it?”

“Got it,” she said, trying to hide the sudden fear in her voice. She told O’Hare’s men that she would be waiting at the entrance… What if this messes everything up?

As she followed the two men down the dock and heard a truck pulling up nearby to pick up the shipping crate, she hoped that at least one of the men tailing her heard so they could change the plan. She waited with baited breath as she followed the two men toward the designated ship that was bobbing in the water. The man standing near the ledge looked up and said in a hostile tone, “I thought there were only supposed to be two of you.”

“There was a change in personnel,” Donnelly told the man while reaching for a pen in his pocket. 

“I was told that I can only hand off the shipment if there were two men with your description. There wasn’t no girl on the roster!” he countered. 

“Well this here girl is the boss man’s daughter, so unless you want to take this up with Mr. Porter yourself and risk a bullet in the brain, I would-” He couldn’t finish his sentence though as out of seemingly nowhere, the butt of a gun came down hard on his temple.

Instinctively, Julianne told the second man to get down and went into a fighting stance before she felt a sharp knife press to her throat. She froze on the spot, eyes wide as she began pleading for her father’s worker to help. “You so much as think about using your freak powers and I’ll slit your throat faster than you can beg for Daddy’s help,” said the man holding her hostage. 

Before he could do anything though, there were three more O’Hare men on the scene, beating the two Porter men. Right before the second passed out from his injuries, the victor spit near his unmoving body and said, “You tell Porter that his shipment is ours and so is his whore daughter!” He turned his attention to the man holding Julianne and snapped, “Take care of her and make sure Porter knows not to mess with us from here on out!”

“What do you want me to do to her?” he asked with a smugness in his voice as he pressed the blade further into her skin, drawing blood. 

“Kill her for all I care!” the first man said before turning his attention to the man on the boat. 

“This is gonna hurt,” muttered the man holding Julianne as he took a swift swing at her temple that had her vision blacking out faster than she could process what was happening. 

By the time she came to, Julianne was in what seemed like an abandoned hotel with blood smeared all over her body, clothes, and hair. The smell was horrendous and she tried not to gag as she sat up from her position on the floor. “Oh you’re awake, finally. I didn’t think you were going to come to,” came a woman’s voice from behind a camera nearby. “Go on, you can get up, we just finished taking all the photos we needed to send to your father.”

“God, what is that smell?” Julianne asked as she stood up and looked at what seemed to be a brutal crime scene. 

“Sheep’s blood. The fake shit they use for theatre wasn’t gonna cut it, so I got some real blood. Hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t guess I had a choice, did I?” she asked as she caught the towel the woman tossed her. 

She took a quick shower to wash off the blood and emerged feeling refreshed. As she looked at herself through the fogged up mirror, Julianne shook her head and grabbed the scissors she brought with her into the bathroom and began cutting her long hair. Once she got her hair looking neat enough resting on her shoulders, she emerged from the bathroom to meet with the woman again. 

“Nice cut, but you missed a few spots,” the woman said with a light laugh as she took the scissors from Julianne and tidied the haircut up. As she finished up, she added, “You don’t have much time before you need to get out of the country, are your arrangements ready?” 

Julianne nodded, checking her watch as she told her, “Flight’s in three hours. Red eye to the States.” She paused for a moment, telling the woman, “Thank you guys…”

“Thank you,” the woman said with a small smile on her lips. She paused for a second before saying, “Once you exit those doors, Julianne Porter will no longer exist. I hope you know what you’re doing. And when you get there, cover up that God-awful paperboy hat tattoo if you know what’s good for you.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle myself. My mother raised me right,” she replied as she exited the building with her sunglasses on and hood pulled over her head. 

“Miss Shaw?” came a voice as she felt a tapping on her shoulder, rousing her from her slumber. She made a noise of discontent as she stirred awake, her joints aching from sitting for so long. “Miss Shaw, we landed in New York. We’re deplaning now.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” she replied in a groggy voice as she stood up and grabbed her carry on from the overhead bin. 

As she walked out of the plane and through the airport, Julianne suddenly felt a weight lift off her shoulders at the prospect of freedom ahead of her. She would no longer be under her father’s control. She would no longer have her every move tracked. She could have a life! Friends! A normal job! And all that began to happen as she stepped out of the doors of JFK and onto the New York streets, not as Julianne Porter, but as Crystal Shaw.

next chapter

#daredevil #daredevil x oc #short fanfic #marvel #romance #friends to lovers #coffee shop au #matt murdock x oc

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

Roman Reigns:WWE Legends Biography

First I want to say amazing job to Paul directing and executive producing this masterpiece about the Great Tribal Chief Roman Reigns (Joe Anoa'i).

Being a longtime fan of Roman's there were many things I knew they would cover but also I was still entertained and informed by things I didn't know. Like what was a great motivation for Joe to come back as The Tribal Chief. It was his brother Matt. Matt told him his career had a ceiling because he was too nice and if Joe wanted to be on top he had to be an asshole sometimes. People in general take your kindness for granted and sometimes you have to be assertive and let people know you're not a pushover.

Joe is doing this not only for himself, his wife and kids but for his entirely family especially those in wrestling who didn't get the opportunities they should have in the past.

Yeah the McMahons love the Samoans but they didn't appreciate them, they didn't truly respect them. Joe made them do that.

I have said before that I love the bond between Joe, Josh and Jonathan in a lot of ways they're like three brothers rather than twins and their cousin. Jon (Jimmy) getting emotional was a beautiful moment. These three in particular have done something past generations wanted to do but weren't given the chance. These three have elevated sports entertainment in a way that will not be matched. I said what I said. No one can touch what the Bloodline has done.

Josh giving credit to Joe for making him a better performer snd all around wrestler is not just a kind sentiment but an actual fact. People weren't paying attention to Jey before the Bloodline storyline. When Josh as Jey said people ask him which twin are you? that wasn't acting. That was real. Commentators, fans, even printed advertisements would mistaken Jey for Jimmy or vice versa for years. The Bloodline storyline showcased their distinct personalities. That was Joe's (Roman's) vision making them individual stars.

The delight in Paul's eyes when talking about working with Roman is like a proud uncle. He's known him since he was three years old. That part when Roman faced Brock for the first time at WM and Paul told him he was proud of him showed how special their friendship is.

Legends like The Undertaker, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Ric Flair praises Roman isn't a surprise but when Brock who doesn't say anything about anyone says Roman is a special talent that means something. When the great John Cena says Roman is the G.O.A.T. that definitely means something.

Roman needs to get more credit for bringing Sami into The Bloodline. Sami has always been a good performer and wrestler but he is on another level now because he worked with The Bloodline. Now Sami is being taken seriously as a competitor not just someone's BFF.

You can tell that Sefa (Solo Sikoa) not only sees Roman as his cousin but also one of his mentors.

I hope this biography finally causes people to acknowledge how intelligent, creative, hardworking and generous Roman is. He could have just had a goal for himself but he also wanted to elevate his family. He wants all of them to be successful.

Hopefully after seeing this biography fans, those who love him and those who don't will see how wrestlers say and do things they don't like especially in the beginning of their careers but it's a job and it's about taking care of your family like any other job. People taking what wrestlers say and do too seriously need to stop being so sensitive and critical and realize once and for all it's acting, it's not 100% reality. Being passionate about it in the moment is fine but threatening wrestlers and their families over matches, promos and storylines is just ridiculous and irrational.

Joe saying as someone who is half Samoan in a family of full blooded Samoans he didn't always feel whole is significant. Unfortunately many mixed ethnic people feel this way.

I remember when he was in the Shield a reporter acted surprised when he revealed his Dad was Sika Anoa'i and when he asked him about his Mom's ethnic background and he said she's Italian, the guy said something to the effect:

"I thought so because you don't look Samoan."

He probably went through most of his life hearing ignorant people saying that nonsense. 🙄

Joe is an inspiration because of who he is as a person not just being The G.O.A.T. of Sports Entertainment.

I really enjoyed this episode of WWE Legends but like Paul I'm biased but that's not a bad thing. 😉😁

#roman reigns #the tribal chief #undisputed wwe universal champion #longest reigning universal champion #greatest universal champion ever #1300+ days and counting... #the only one #greatness amongst you #levels above #the bloodline #the samoan dynasty #foreva #wwe legends #a&e biography #leati joseph anoa'i #joe anoa'i

[key-to-the-shadow]

Just An Act

Just An Act ~ Eddie Vedder X Fem!Reader

♫ trope: colleagues, tension tension tension, angst

��� warnings: strong language, alcohol, drugs, angst, use of y/n, predetermined last name (poncier pronounced like pawn-see-a)

♫ words:

♫ a/n: loosely based on the movie 'singles'

Masterlist

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I wore my loose light-washed jean shorts over thin black stockings that had holes ripped all around them from the last gig we played. We were playing a small set today because there were about ten of the most popular Seattle Grunge bands playing tonight. Each band got four songs.

I pulled my hair up in a messy bun letting small strands of my hair out to frame my face. Having your hair in your face during a gig wasn't fun so I always needed it out of my way.

We were the first band up and I watched as the crowd began to grow.

"Hey, Y/N," Eddie walked up to me. I acknowledged him with a tilt of my head. "You good with this set?" He asked handing me a crumpled sheet of printer paper with messy black ink scrawled onto it.

I looked over the song choices.

We would open with Garden, personally my favorite, then Given to Fly, Why Go, and then finally close with Go.

It was a pretty solid set. "Yeah, this is good."

I've known Eddie for a very long time. We were neighbors as kids and he and my older brother Cliff were best friends. When Cliff and I moved out and into an apartment, Eddie moved into the apartment right next to us.

Eddie used to be the drummer of my brother's band, Citizen Dick, but the band eventually decided to part ways because my brother wanted to work on solo stuff for the moment. We were all still close and still lived next door.

When the band split up, Eddie asked if I wanted to be the second singer for his new band, Pearl Jam. I agreed. I was good at harmonizing and writing lyrics and he was good at creating melodies.

"Well we're up," he says after a few more minutes of warming up. I nodded in agreement as the crowd was practically deadly at this point. People occupied every open space. "Good luck," He says, pressing a hand to the small of my back. A chill crept up my spine at the contact.

I was wearing a short-cropped black wife beater that I has cut myself. His hand was touching my bare back. Skin on skin.

"Thanks, you too," I shot him a smile before we walked on stage. Matt, Stone, and Jeff were already on stage which caused the crowd to already be pumped up.

When they saw Eddie and me, screams erupted from everyone. I didn't like to admit it but when every music magazine says that the two of you are the definition of sex appeal it was hard to ignore that some of the fans in the crowd looked at you and Eddie with lust in their eyes.

There had been many times that rumors had been spread that Eddie and I had been dating or at least hooking up. Pictures had been taken, completely out of context in every way, where Eddie was hugging me around the waist. Granted his hands were a little low and my hands were curled into his hair but it was always in a platonic way. It was right after a concert where I'd completely screwed up multiple songs and I had a panic attack right after the show.

Maybe it didn't help that while we were performing we wrapped arms around each other but I think that's pretty understandable. Again, we have known each other for like twenty years.

The stage smelled like old weed and alcohol but it was something that I'd become accustomed to.

After Eddie introduced us, we kicked off the first song. Garden. I loved the mystery this song brings about. I let Eddie sing the first verse along and I joined in when the chorus hit, letting our voices crescendo which made the crowd scream and pump their hands in the air.

His voice went as deep as it could and I went as high as I comfortably could which made the contrast of our voices reverberate off the walls melodically.

The second and third songs did just as well and then we got to the last song.

We gave the cue to the band that was coming up after us to begin to set up as we started our song.

I would never admit to Eddie how his voice in "Go" makes me feel.

This was another song that I didn't sing until the chorus but it gave me time to appreciate his voice.

While he started singing, I walked to the edge. of the stage, letting eager hands claw at me. I didn't let them touch my legs but I crouched down and let them touch my hand.

A girl who looked as though she was crying with happiness passed me a white tee shirt with our logo printed on it. I took a sharpie out of my back pocket, biting the top of it off before scrawling my name on the cotton, leaving a small heart next to my name.

She screamed in hysterics when I passed it back to her.

"Suppose I abuse you, just passing it on," Eddie sang as he watched me interact with the crowd. I knew that as I crouched, my shorts rode up, showing even more of my legs than they already were. "Go," Eddie screamed with the band. "Fuck." This was just one part of the song that made me cave in on myself. His voice quivered when he sang that one-syllable word. It shouldn't make me think about what it would be like if the rumors were true If Eddie and I were in fact more than just partners.

I stood up, neglecting to adjust my shorts again. I pretended not to notice Eddie's eyes scan me.

I put a slight swing into my hip as I raised the mic. "Please," I sang, dragging out the syllable in a deprived way. "Don't go on me." Careful not to go too far for fear that my brother might be in the crowd somewhere, ready to jump Eddie, I stared up at the curly-haired boy. He took a hand and moved some of his long hair out his face, never missing a beat in the music.

After the guitar solo, Eddie sang a few more words until my next favorite part. I guess he caught on to the desperation that I'd put into my voice, no matter how fake it was.

"Please, please please," He sounded like he was practically begging at this point as he stepped closer to me. There was a thin line that we had always drawn in the sand and we both knew not to cross it. Eddie was getting dangerously close to that line.

It was just an act.

The rest of the song should have just been Eddie singing "Don't go on me" for the next couple of measures with me singing "Please" in the empty spaces.

That was until he decided to change up the lyrics.

"Don't go on me," He sang with a rasp in his voice. He took another step closer. Just an act.

"Please," I followed his lead but my heart fell when he placed a callosed hand in the space between my neck and shoulder. His fingers played with the small strands of hair that had fallen out of my bun.

"Don't you want me?" I opened my mouth, ready to sing my line again but I faltered. His blue eyes were boring into mine. Seriousness was written on his face.

He crossed the line.

It was no longer just an act.

He's changed the lyrics, insinuating that there is something unspoken between us. And the crowd believed it now. If the news articles didn't convince them, then something like this at a live show would.

Anger bubbled in my throat. I counted the seconds until the song was over for when I could grab Eddie and drag him off that stage.

When the guitars finally faded, the crowd erupted in cheers. I gave Eddie the moment to thank the crowd for coming and told them to make some noise for Alice in Chains.

I grabbed his wrist and yanked him as hard as I could. He stumbled as he followed me.

"Y/N what are you doing?" He asked but I didn't respond.

We walked until we heard the guitar and drums of Alice in Chains pick up with their song It Aint Like That.

I pulled him into a corner where there was no one around. The only sound was the distant beat of the music.

"What the hell was that?" I spat, pushing him back with the palms of my hands. His reaction made me angrier.

He let out a soft laugh. "You're making that face."

I scoffed before pulling in a sharp breath. "What face?" I seethed.

"That one you make when you're caught liking something you shouldn't."

"I don't make a face."

"You're doing it right now," He says, drawing a circle around my face with his finger. "The one where your mouth is slightly open and before you say anything you have to scoff or roll your eyes or something."

My face heats up as I shut my mouth, realizing that it was open at that moment.

"Well you're wrong," I counter. "I didn't like it. Would you have done it if Cliff were here?"

At the mention of my brother his face shifts. "Probably not but he's not-"

"No, he's not here. But you know who is? Our fans. News reporters. Photographers. They all post things that Cliff will see!"

"And what if he does?"

"Are you fucking serious? We both know Cliff would fucking kill us."

He shrugs, making a dramatic roll with his head. "And who cares?"

"You don't care what my brother thinks?" I cross my arms, leaning into my hip.

"No," He responds blankly. "I care what you think. What did you think, Y/N?" He steps forward.

I let out a snippy laugh. "I think you're a massive dick."

A smile curves the corner of his lips. His hand comes towards my face and his thumb pushes the bottom of my chin until my mouth closes again. I thank the dim lighting and black walls that conceal how bright my face is.

His hand doesn't leave my face. His fingers just move behind my neck like they did on stage. The very notion that pissed me off beyond belief.

"Cliff doesn't have to know."

The closer he gets to me, the more his fingers burn at my neck. He towers over me, his brown hair falling into his face as he scans my eyes for any hint of emotion.

I don't know what I feel.

Don't you want me?

The question he indirectly asked repeated in my head as he stared at me. I hadn't even realized that my back was now up against a wall and that his free hand was resting lazily on my waist.

"If Cliff finds out..." My voice trailed off as his grip on me tightened.

"Hmm?" He questioned softly.

I met his eyes and a confident surge forced me to flicker my glance to his lips. He took it as permission to close the seemingly neverending space between us. His rough lips found mine and I was sure I would've collapsed if he wasn't holding me up. I breathed heavily against him as his lips trailed to my neck.

"Fuck," I closed my eyes as he left a bruise on my neck. The vibration of the noises he made against my skin made me want to cry.

"Y/N? Ed?" A familiar voice of our drummer, Matt, was heard around the corner. I pushed Eddie off of me but it was too late. Matt saw. "Holy shit," He laughed. "I fucking knew it."

"You don't tell Cliff, understood?" I said with the strongest voice I could muster. He threw his arms up in defense.

"Got it, boss." He turned on his heels and he left the way he came.

I rubbed my eyes with my palms in embarrassment.

"Here," Eddie shrugged off his flannel and passed it to me. "Might want to cover that up," He nodded towards the bruise on my neck.

"Fucking hilarious, Vedder." I snatched it and flung it around my shoulders.

"I'll drive you home, come on." I followed the boy out the back doors of the bar to the apartment building.

#eddie vedder one shot #eddie vedder x reader #eddie vedder fanfic #eddie vedder pearl jam fanfic #pearl jam fanfic #band trope #music trope #x reader #fanfic

[non-neutoniangender]

So I finally got my life together enough to continue my C3 watch... I'm still at 33, I've made more progress on C1 recently. Finally the combination of finding Mini Metro and actually logging onto Tumblr on the web made the barrier of watching Those Episodes bearable.

Spoilers for ep 33 and minor vibe spoilers for episodes in the future that I'm not sure of but its all stuff I absorbed via osmosis and fandom.

It's been almost a full year since these episodes came out and I was mindlessly scrolling Tumblr during my 10am linguistics lecture and stumbled upon everyone panicking because of the lack of diamonds for the amount of people who died. Anyway.

The anxiety of not quite remembering exactly I learned happened is not doing me any favors, but good god, I can really only handle some of this stuff not watching live.

Anyway, here are some assorted thoughts:

Liam you really did not have to make me Feel Things about Orym and his husband while Orym is passing out.

Laudna what is that spell that adds hit dice, that is So Good

Good GOD Otohan is not pulling any punches.

.....this is so close to TPK wow.....

Matt hesitating before essentially killing his wife's character, but doing it anyway.....

It's really interesting to see so many of them up and huddled around the map, things are really getting heated, with Liam just living behind Ashley and Laura's chairs.

"I don't want to be the only one not dead" followed immediately by "soometiiimees you gotta cut a bitch" Yes Travis, that is the correct energy to bring to this clusterfuck.

:OOOOO Not the natural 20 to fucking save Laudna

Begging the DM for the extra hit point like its gonna matter lmao

"I should be more complete at my job" Good GOD

The sending stone 😢

And there's the first one

"We've met before" 😒😒

The sense of failure, the bitersweet feeling of seeing Will and Derrik again 😢😢

I hate it for them that they are getting important lore while they are on the verge of a TPK and loosing their characters

and yet they make jokes like "we can't afford that Sam" to careless whisper

"He is not a creature at the moment" :O omg. Ow. God that hurts.

I gotta say, I'm really enjoying seeing all these hail mary type moves.

You really only see the uber creative dumb shit Hail Mary calls when things are extremely dire.

I love how Beau's voice and mannerisms sneak out a lot as bits and jokes

And there's the second

"That was a helluva run" 😢

"Embrace it or be culled like the rest" oh my god

"That brings us straight to your initiative because everyone else ahead of you is dead" Oh my god Matt

If this actually tpk'd, this would probably be in the running for the longest, most painful tpk. Usually its all at once, rocks fall, everyone dies, the dragon breath attack....

Something about Travis repeating "do you fight it" to laura is so sweet to me.

Also Imogen is making such a wild decision mid potentially worst day of her life omg.

"Save your last line, you might still have a chance" Damn Matt you didn't have to be Like That

"I give in, and I fuck Chetney" "We all do at some point" 🤣

"Is she your favorite" and the immediate "I'll go with you, I give in" oh my god. Having seen that clip of Laura being like 'I didn't know Imogen was in love with Laudna' oh my god the pining is there.

Oh shit the whole city is turning red.

And THATS the end..................

I was gonna go to bed but........ Maybe I can afford to make 1 poor decision

I love the friendship, everyone congratulating each other and matt, no hard feelings. But I wonder how many people are rolling up characters just in case cuz oh my god.

#cr 3 ep 33 #critical role #cr3 #imodna #god I guess I'm watching more tonight

[shpadoinkle-day]

hi again!! its 1st time cannibal the musical watcher again- i might start signing my asks or somethin cus i keep wanting to talk but like you're always sharing such obscure random stuff.. DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE THING YOU'VE DISCOVERED OR FOUND?? specific quote of an interview or a particular photo you've found ???

hiii anon lovely to see you back! feel free to tag yourself if you prefer that way, but either way you're much appreciated 🥰

I have so much stuff I found (I'd say it more like... was lucky to run into while researching 😵‍💫) that I love, but to name a few...

"My lovely wife Matt Stone" aka Trey's BOM speech from Feb 25 2013 at the first west end preview. How I found this: So, sometimes when I'm bored I'll pick a random mattrey blog that's been active for a long time, open an old post from their archive, see if there's old inactive mattrey blogs in the notes, and look through their archive to see if there's any posts I could make resurface that had stopped circulating, right? The funny thing is I'll go on reblog sprees, so I actually hadn't listened to the audio when I reblogged it. I was only informed of what it said when I saw others freak out about it.

Daily Show with Craig Kilborn. Why it's my fav? Well, aside from being adorable and iconic, it landed my youtube channel in the lost media wiki! How I found it is actually quite easy, when you look up fansites on the web archive you can do specific search for the files the web archive has saved from it. Turns out sometimes quicktime files work! Four parts were in canniballovers and one in dtisfu if I remember correctly, I just edited them together and posted it. Still wish someone could find it in better quality though. 😔

I'm gonna list a bunch of pictures now... because there's many. 😭 But my absolute N1 is probably the Halloween Robert Smith Trey picture. How I found it is simple, just looking up random words on facebook. Probably "trey parker", nothing special. This and this from the Ron Jeremy website on the web archive, though I think maybe the second one had already been circulating I'm not exactly sure. Showgirl Halloween Trey. The kiss pictures. Pink haired Trey!! This NATPE (?) picture. These older Trey pics where he's serving absolute cunt. This Lapdance/Sundance (?) pic. And these too. This reverse cap one altho this was from twitter I don't think I was the first to come across it tbh. These three from the "A Million Laughs" fb page... Bowl hat... Trey with the blue umbrella full pic... tho I wouldn't say I "found it" only that I got to it first the day it was posted... Trey in the matching christmas pajama from 2018... I'm gonna stop but my heart is pretty big and I like all pics...

These measly 7 secs of SDCC footage only because of the first mattrey pic included because that pose from Trey is everythinggg.

This oscars clip because Trey does such a graceful hair flip 😭

Le Petit Package pics though all I did was waltz into the lost media thread and see they had been posted...

The forbidden mattrey slides which we may never see... these were all from worthpoint, which is just a website that archives past ebay bids.

Annual Diversity Awards for the Trey serve ofc.

And finally, I'm very partial to "Matt's a cock".

As to how I come across anything... it's lots of free time. Like I'm talking hours daily just picking a random lead and following it. It may be a website you think hasn't been thoroughly searched (I've tried fb, ig, twitter, worthpoint, ebay, wordpress, tripod, weebly, various fansites on webarchive, footage.net, bilibili/baidu, vimeo, dailymotion, flickr, a load of sketchy other websites I don't remember anymore... basically trey parker has brought me to places I wouldn't go with a gun...) a combination of words, a new search engine that may give u different results (I've tried the ones listed in the lost media wiki guide, my favorite is startpage). Using targeted searching like "word" or site:x "word" or "word combo" before:year, basically trying to make google your bitch. I also use gettyimages like a visual wiki of events Trey's been to+the date, it's quite useful... ik you didn't ask the "how" part but aaaa I like talking about it 😭 I have a lot of fun. Even though sometimes I just come up empty handed even after hours of research. More often than not tbh. Also I'm an obsessed weirdo who checks the words "trey parker" daily on twitter, tumblr, ig, fb, yt, web archive and ebay. 🫠

And also the concept of finding is weird because it has happened to me that I thought I had found something and then it actually had been circulating already, so I tried really hard to answer you by only listing stuff I was fairly sure hadn't been circulating before I got to it, but I mean... it doesn't really matter! I'm here to serve, I just like sharing whatever stuff I run into, it'll happen that it's new to me but it really isn't. 😵‍💫 I try...

I like this too also but I didn't find it, it was pretty available already fjdkg you know Jack Shih was at that dodgeball event?

Favorite funfact that I haven't had a chance to share yet, so now you know!

#trey parker #matt stone #web archive #ask #hope this reply doesnt come across like i like the smell of my own farts LMAO im not claiming any of these are mine!!!!! like #i dont want credit and shit. go forth my children #these r my favs tho!!!!!! im obsessed with them

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According to the athletic's hockey podcast, Mark Stone is a groomsman in Brady's wedding this summer (Brady lived with Mark and his wife when he was a rookie and was in their wedding last summer)

Kind of funny now that one of Brady's groomsman will win the cup.

Do you know if Matt's gf Ellie is also in the wedding? Or at Emma's bachelorette (happening now)? There are rumors that Matt and Ellie are basically PR, the Brady, Emma and Taryn don't like her, and Brady only followed Ellie on IG very recently

"Kind of funny now that one of Brady's groomsmen will win the cup." - and still, Keith will say that Brady is the best hockey player out of all of them.

I am sure Ellie will be attending the wedding - since I am one of the people who are leaning toward the belief that her relationship with Matthew is rather a PR stunt, I think that her being there is more or less a must if the Tkachuk parents want to keep the PR thing about their lovely relationship going, no matter whether Brady likes her and wants her to be at his wedding or not. No idea whether she will be Emma's bachelorette, there might be some pressure on her being one of them since she is Matthew's girlfriend, but at the end of the day it is more likely that Emma will understandably pick her actual friends to ones.

#nhl #nhl players #nhl gossip #b. tkachuk #m. tkachuk

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I had a good laugh with the Lili stan comments about Cole’s family being dirty and cringy. When you look at Lili’s family’s actions in comparison you can’t help it. Her mother used Cole for attention when they dated, speaks to Lili’s fans and leaks information. Not to mention the whole debacle with Covid. Also, I don’t like to criticize appearances but they are mocking Matt’s new wife when there is no shortage of unflattering pictures of Amy. Stones in glass houses. Personally, I think they are enraged because Ari is so close to the family and they are glamorous people which is something these Lili stans seem to value.

Oh yeah, I definitely find the whole thing uber heelarious given how tacky Mommee is....and yes, this was clearly a very $$$, albeit lowkey wedding and they hate that....as well as, again, Ari's closeness.

I also love the whole, "Mark and Nic were there, don't Matt and Lindsey have any friends????". That's two WHOLE friends of Cole's, one of whom Matt's known for probably close to 2 decades (and brought his son and his eventual daughter-in-law together), the other who has, many times, attended parties, etc....that Matt's gone to, including while he was alone and very sad, himself.

So, yeah, how DARE there be two entire younger unrelated people at the event? Was it meant to ONLY have the residents of a retirement home? They aren't THAT old, even....