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blizzardsuplex · 2 months
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A collection of random snippets from Roderick Strong's LiveJournal, 2004-2005
So, unlike people like Punk or Joe, he never used his LJ extensively; there are still some fun/interesting posts from 20 to 21-year-old Roddy, though. Screenshots under the cut (with alt text and occasional commentary):
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[the way he types always makes me laugh. So many exclamation points...]
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[More exclamation points. Also, didn't know he worked CZW.]
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[first time he worked IWA...wild.]
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[first PWG match! Also him going out with Steen, Generico, and his "best buddy" Shelley, LMAO]
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[Jamie Gibson becoming ROH champ, Punk leaving the indies, Roddy debuting the trunks, and them going to The Weiners Circle, which is thankfully not NSFW to read about.]
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[Watching the Joe/Kobashi match backstage must've been wild. Also aww his mentor match!]
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jasvvy · 3 months
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if you've only started watching wrestling recently, it's probably hard to believe that the canadian destroyer used to be FEARED and a complete killer. I was SHOCKED when I first saw it. I'd never seen anything like it before.
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godzillafan84 · 4 days
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So last night I was watching last month's Raw on Peacock because I don't have cable, and during the match between Dominik Mysterio and Andrade, Dominik did a Canadian Destroyer on Andrade on the ring apron which is allegedly "the hardest part of the ring." Instead of stopping the match, Dominik pins Andrade only for Andrade to kick out. Andrade kicked out of a Canadian Destroyer after taking it on the alleged "hardest part of the ring." When Petey Williams did a Canadian Destroyer, then it would be 1 2 3, that's it. Match over. Nowadays everybody does a Canadian Destroyer and everybody kicks out of it and that's the problem here. Moves like the Canadian Destroyer, the DDT, the powerbomb, and even the frog splash were meant to end the match. They were known as match finishers. Now everybody is doing those moves because "they look cool" and everybody is kicking out of those moves because reasons. Those moves don't mean anything anymore. It's not just a WWE or AEW problem, it's an industry wide problem. A problem that really needs some serious fixing.
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mrawkweird · 1 year
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Speared him so hard he knocked the Y out his name.
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Petey Williams works for WWE? Also, Bobby Lashley killed Petey Williams?
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playingthesaint7823 · 2 years
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Meeean Canadian Destroyer here.
Poor Sabin and his neck.
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codchrist · 1 year
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Damn Lashley just speared the Canadian Destroyer
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gothkrislemcheslut · 2 months
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people from bands as pillow pets
pete wentz:
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trent reznor:
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joe trohman:
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william beckett:
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gidget gein:
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mikey way:
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billie joe armstrong:
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ryan ross:
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marilyn manson:
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hayley williams:
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pacific-coast-hockey · 2 months
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And there is a strange text in the comments:
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jasvvy · 3 months
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maruchanart · 2 years
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Fatha’ it’s me Michael
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sergeifyodorov · 4 months
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pls do a mock asg draft. c’mon prof, psychoanalyze the dynamics of team mackinnon (nate is gonna pick sid so he’s not talking to tate, who’s trying to talk to cale, who is just happy to be there but privately wishes their celeb was buble)
alright alright psychoanalyzing. putting on my psychoanalysis goggles. here's my vision of the first round
first pick: mcdrai and will arnett. drai and will are exchanging little jokey jokes because drai thinks he's funny and arnett is a comedian and connor alternates between awkwardly staring into the horizon and laughing a little bit too loudly at leon's bad jokes. arnett is wishing he was the leafs' guy instead but that's too damn bad will! anyway after hemming and hawing they pick mitch. camera cuts to auston politely looking happy for mitch to go to his guys but obviously internally PISSED abt it. connor beaming. leon happy bc connor's happy his ass does not care
second pick: nate and cale. you're right about the tate mcrae thing btw -- tate is chilling bc she knows she's cool and hot and she Will be cheering for team mackcale but she's also very aware that she has potentially less than zero influence over natemac so shes content to make polite calgarian chitchat with cale for a bit. she will try and get them to pick the flame (who is the flame? coleman? lindholm? markstrom? whatever) but natemac Is picking sidney. it's ok she thinks they'll get him next time (they will pick georgiev next time and when the flame goes elsewhere she will have 0.5 seconds of visible unhappiness before going back to popstar smiling about it)
third pick: auston morgan justin bieber. morgan is in a similar position to cale or perhaps tate mcrae where he's Just Happy To Be There. justin is visibly putting the moves on auston the entire time. unfortunately for him auston is still in Gods-Chosen-Hero mode and is trying to Win This Thang and spends a good few minutes ignoring bieber's horrendously slimey toronto boy flirting before picking probably william nilliam but possibly someone like petey/hellebuyck/reinhart/kucherov
fourth pick: michael buble ? useless (awkward teenage girl crush on quinn hughes). jack hughes ? useless (trying too hard to annoy his older brother to make any kind of decision). quinn hughes ? useless (spends like the entire time they have deciding whether or not to pick petey brock or brady and ends up fumbling until jack rolls his eyes and picks clay keller)(cut to auston looking annoyed again)
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munacy · 1 year
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ignorance
@wolfstarmicrofic “Guess what-mph-lads,” Peter starts conversationally, speaking around a mouthful of bacon. 
The passion that boy holds for breakfast meats borders on lunatic, but far be it from James to say anything.
“Wormy, it’s not on to speak with your mouth full, you’ll offend my delicate sensibilities,” interjects Sirius. Bless him; Sirius has no delicate sensibilities of which to speak, so James knows the intervention is on his behalf.
“Sorry!” Peter yelps, swallowing before he’s quite ready and hacking in a way that makes James even more queasy.
“Sorry, sorry. But guess what.”
“If I had to guess…” James wonders aloud. “Your clever little rodent ears have picked up another bit of gossip? I don’t know how you manage it, Petey. Terribly well-informed, you are.”
Peter looks inordinately pleased.
“Quite right you are, James. I’ve just heard that Will Diggory—you know, that Seventh Year Ravenclaw?—well, he’s just come out, and he’s gone public with Devlin Abbott!”
“HA! Wormy, I’m quite sure you owe me a Galleon for that one!” James crows.
Peter scowls. “Not a chance. You only got the first part correct, which I had already agreed with you on, if you remember. Doesn’t count, and you thought he was secretly dating—”
“Now hold on just a damned second,” Sirius frowns, interrupting what is sure to be a feisty debate. “I feel like I’m missing a few things. Come out? Come out of what? Public with what?”
Peter looks bemused, so James takes over, explaining patiently: “Come out of the closet. He and Abbott, who is also gay—” Sirius’ eyes become huge— “have gone public with their relationship. Damn it, you’re right, Wormtail, I did think it was secretly Gregor Klein.”
Sirius twitches. “Huh. I never would have guessed,” he says mildly. “Diggory seems so…”
“So what, Padfoot,” James prompts calmly.
It was an inevitable but fortunately rare byproduct of being raised in an ancient family steeped in ignorance and hatred: sometimes Sirius needed some help opening his eyes to a new perspective. There were assumptions he took for granted because he didn’t know any better, but being a generally kind and open-minded person, the work was not overly hard.
“Well, like such a man’s man. No, no, don’t get me wrong,” he rushes out, seeing the looks James and Peter are giving him. “I’m super happy for him. I say live and let live. But you have to admit that it’s a bit weird.”
“Which par’,” Peter inquires curiously, speaking while chewing his blasted bacon again.
“The part about being attracted to another man. Like, sexually.”
James and Peter go stock-still and make sudden eye contact with one another, mirroring astonished expressions. They’re absolutely trying their hardest not to burst into laughter.
How can it be? He has no idea?
“Oh, I dunno, Padfoot,” Peter says slyly, giving Sirius a side-eyed look. “You can’t think of any bloke you’d hop into bed with?”
The restraint James is using right now is nothing short of torturous.
Sirius laughs. “No, you big jessie! If you want to sleep with blokes, have at it, Wormtail, but I tell you, that’s not for me. Oi, where’s Moony? He ought to be here for this.”
Oh, but he’s almost pathetic.
James can’t resist, so he joins in too: “Hmm….what about William Diggory?”
Sirius sputters. “I mean, sure, Diggory’s fit, for a bloke, but, as implied by ‘bloke’, he’s not got a pair of tits.”
“That’s a good point, Padfoot did break up with Lola Edgecomb last year cos ‘she was too flat-chested’,” Peter informs James in a sardonic aside, making liberal use of air quotes. 
“No, no, Petey, maybe it’s just that Diggory’s not fit enough for our Pads,” James murmurs gravely.
Sirius giggles at their little show, then cries, “Cor! I wish Moony were here right now, and he’d tell you two how silly you are.”
Peter and James share a look again, but it’s lost on Sirius.
“Someone fitter, then, hmmm….” Peter taps a finger to his chin thoughtfully. “What about Professor Jero? All the girls thought he was gorgeous—do you reckon he’s hot enough to warm your bed?”
“Ha! As if! No, but keep going, though, these are funny. I bet Moony would come up with some hilarious ones.”
“Well Pete, maybe it’s not about physical beauty,” James muses theatrically.
“Oh no? The prompt was about sexual attraction, if you recall.”
“Yes, of course, and there’s no doubt that appearance plays a huge role in that, but…”
“But…?”
Sirius watches them volley back and forth, and James recognizes a growing exasperation in his expression. He’s always hated not being in on the joke. 
“But maybe it needs to be a gentleman he knows well.”
“’Knows well’? Just how well should he know them?” Peter inquires with mock wonder, blue eyes big and round. 
“Why, I think ‘extremely well’ would be ideal. In fact—” James turns to fully face Sirius— “I think he’d be most likely to fall for his best friend, no matter their gender.”
Sirius’ face goes blank with surprise, then he scowls and crosses his arms.
“Well I’m not about to bed either of you two idiots, sorry, but I have higher—MOONY!!”
And indeed, there appears Remus, tall and lanky, a gentle, eye-crinkling grin for Sirius that manifests as two dimples nestled in between the freckles scattered across his face. 
“Moony, you’ll never guess what these two wankers—”
“Pads, I’d love to hear all about it later, really, sorry, love—ah, fuck, I’ve made a portmanteau of ‘Pads’ and ‘lads’—I think—wait, no, that doesn’t—never mind that, sorry, I can’t stay, I’m just cutting through the Great Hall on my way to a Prefect meeting!”
“Moony, wait!” Sirius wails, haphazardly grabbing a piece of jammy toast and chasing after Remus’ rapidly retreating figure. “You haven’t had any breakfast, you dolt!”
Sirius catches up to him and shoves the toast in his mouth. Remus pauses to smile hugely and stupidly at him. Then he blinks suddenly and turns about with a wave. 
Peter smacks his forehead. James wonders vaguely if either of them took any notice of James and Peter sitting there throughout that whole interaction.
Sirius returns to his seat, cheeks pink and humming happily.
“Sorry lads, what were we talking about?”
Peter, slumped over in frustration, lets out a groan. “We were hypothesizing whether or not you could ever be sexually attracted to a man, and you kindly let us know that James and I are not up to snuff.”
“Ah. Too right.”
“Say…” James says wonderingly, as if this has just occurred to him. “You know Moony extremely well….Moony’s reasonably attractive, isn’t he?”
Peter sits up suddenly. “That’s right, he is! Tall. Nice curls. He’s alright.”
Sirius scoffs. “I’d say more than reasonably attractive or alright, wouldn’t you? I mean, he’s…he’s…he’s Moony…”
Sirius trails off and starts to blink rapidly, brow furrowed.
“Wow, Sirius,” James sighs unconvincingly, resisting an eye roll with all of his might. “Would you fuck Moony’s brains out, then? Suck his cock? Make him eat his breakfast every morning?”
Sirius has stopped blinking and his eyes appear to have glazed over. He’s gazing at a spot about 4 inches left of Peter’s left ear. James swears he can see on Sirius’ face the moment the realization dawns.
“Oh.”
Sirius swallows hard.
“Oh.”
Part 2: Duck  
Part 3: Anticipation 
Part 4: Thirst
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jasvvy · 3 months
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10/10 finish
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