#it's gonna take a couple more years for the new roster of THESE ARE WHO U MUST BEAT TO BE WORTHY to come around

[comradejoanmir]

Reddit is so funny bc it's like. The caliber of racers hasn't gone down you were just young and nostalgic about this era

#and these men had longevity #like motogp is rn in its 08 ish era #it's gonna take a couple more years for the new roster of THESE ARE WHO U MUST BEAT TO BE WORTHY to come around #stoner's 2011 happened like four years after his first give the current grid some time pls #Not arguing that the aliens weren't a diff group who were uber talented or whatever just about the commanding respect part lol #and anyways people would talk VERY diff had 2020 not been like That #motogp

[b00tyliciousbabe]

my baby daddies - ep. 1

my comeback era xx

arón piper x male reader

summary: inside edition the slutty thoughts i have for mr piper xx

notes: hi ppl, hope y’all missed me. i’m back, after like a year of hibernation, with another imagine! hope you guys are all doing well <3 i will be releasing 2 other series (‘the DILFs’ and a surprise one 🤭) so stay tuned! plus y’all better thank me, I lost this draft not once, but TWICEEEE! happy with this iteration though.

apologies in advance y’all this is gonna be chaotic…and my spanish is very rusty.

you met arón on the set of ‘elite’ because you were in between working with the hair and makeup team whilst designing the costumes. You had familiarised yourself with the entire crew and made loads of friends but from day 1 it was clear that your connection with him was unparalleled. the pinnacle of romantic chemistry. it’s giving one of those moments in the films when the two lovers have their meet cute, staring into each others eyes and the rest of the world is just in their peripheral because at that moment only two people exist - you and him. From then on, the whole crew shipped you guys together, with your work besties ester (who plays carla) and mina (who plays nadia) urging you to make out with him. He too was not exempt from this teasing, and a lot of his fellow male cast mates lowkey pressured him to ask you out. Whilst the premiere was coming up, you began sorting out the final designs for the next season, he ran into the studio wearing nothing but calvin briefs.

“Y/N, you’ve gotta help me.” He said desperately. You were taken aback. You’d never seen someone look so hot while they were needy.

“hey arón, what seems to be the problem?” He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “can’t you see I’m practically naked?” You bit your lips taking in all of him “failing to see the issue here” which garnered a chuckle from him. “please y/n i’m so lost right now, i have no clue what to do” arón began panting which made you panic a lil bit. Placing your hands on his chest, you calmed his beating heartbeat “it’s okay, you know i’ve got you” Pulling one of your personal designs from the rack, you dressed him like he was your ken doll.

“i can do my own buttons you know,” he smiled watching you concentrate and manipulate the fabric to accentuate his features “i know but you wouldn’t be able to execute the vision i had for you in my mind” his eyes softened “you base your designs off me?” you looked up and met his gaze. “i’m not tryna give you a big head or anything, because it’s already quite elliptical, but kinda i guess.” he giggled as you watched his smile make his face look even cuter. “awww you got a lil crush on me,” aròn chuckled as you playfully beat his chest. “i mean, you’re handsome af I’ll give you that,” you felt his chest heaving with passion “why do you ask?” aròn held both your hands stopping you from working. “y/n,” you look up, all doe-eyed, surprised at the lack of distance between your lips. he breathed closer, opening the gates to your mouth as he graced you with a peck that lasted what felt like ages. the rest was history; that night he debuted the two of you as a couple to which was met with so much love.

you are at your gushiest whenever aròn smiles. it just makes you feel so happy seeing him so cute and all. stroking his cheek in the morning staring at him grinning in his sleep - probably dreaming of you.

the art of communication has always been strong in your relationship. your spanish-german bf was trilingual and meeting you pushed him to learn more on the side. your spanish was decent, certainly nothing to be proud but it improved drastically working on the show and being with aron. you were also highly proficient in two other languages and so he was adding to your roster. your relationship with him was a testament to the betterment of both people in a couple, you both pushed each other to try new things.

aron’s love language is definitely physical touch closely followed by gift giving, and so it made sense that he would buy you jewellery (even giving you his own) so he could both adore and adorn you. your favourite present he’s ever given you was the ‘A’ necklace he flaunts in a lot of his insta posts. he just loves seeing it around your neck - he’s yours. he even has an ‘A’ tattoo that now always reminds him of you.

even in the bedroom the necklace pays a huge role:

“my pretty little muñequita, fuck you feel so good.” he praised, railing you painstakingly slowly in missionary. you watched his eyes mirroring your overstimulated expression, as it darkened with his desire for more. you moved to his necklace which swung gracefully with every deep thrust. “ughhh” aròn’s moans got even loader you picked the pendant up and put it in between his teeth to muffle him. the sweat began to drip off his face as he began to imprint his teeth into the crystals, groaning in pleasure. “Nghhhh nghhh nghhh” it was getting too much for him as he dropped it, all red, hot, and bothered, directly into your mouth. You bit it seductively making your bf smile. other times when he’s hitting it from the back in prone bone, your hot bodies are cooled by the ice around his neck providing an amazing sensation when he spurts his warm cum inside you.

aròn is pretty decently hung, a bit on the skinnier side, nothing monstery, but deffo larger than average and it bends to the left. his favourite position is probably missionary; he wants to see the pleasure he’s giving you. the moans, your eyes, your lips, he wants to soak it all up and treasure every single expression you make whilst he’s inside you. you really like cowgirl as you’ve noticed it gets the most laughs and smiles from him, your biggest weakness. aròn loves it as well. the sight of you holding his pecs, bouncing up and down his pole as he grabs your ass sends him into overdrive. “shit mi amor, ughh, fuck, you sure know how to ride my dick.”

his kryptonite is oral. he’s such a whore for that mouth of yours. you guys waited for quite a while to have any nsfw activity because you wanted to establish a deep romantic connection first. so about 6 months into your relationship, you gave him head for the first time and OH MY GOSHHHH. you were coming back from date night, aròn wore an unbuttoned white dress shirt with chains and rings, all styled by you. it was raining and y’all decided to walk around the city and so tour chivalrous boyfriend offered his blazer to stop you from getting cold. you had never been more attracted to him. the way his wet hair laid messy on his head, abs protruded through his drenched shirt, it turned you on. so when you got into his apartment, you grabbed his hand and took him into the bedroom.

“despacio baby” he chuckled. you pushed him onto the bed, straddling and welcoming him with a kiss. you felt him grow beneath your ass, a sign for you to get on your knees. “y/n, wait what are you doing” aròn says as you began to unbuckle his pants. you didn’t hear, your brain too loud with horny thoughts to answer him. “cariño…” he held your hands at his belt. “are you sure you want to do this.” he asked worriedly, knowing how important sex was to you. “i’ve never been more sure of anything in my life” you mirrored his smirk, as he moved his hands, unbuttoning his shirt whilst you pulled his pants to his trousers. His tan cock stood strong, pink tip peaking through his freckled foreskin. he had a light brown bush leading up to his happy trail, urging you to lick down from his abs to his balls. “I’m so hard right now,” you started bobbing up and down and noticed how much of a panter he was. when he was close you started to deepthroat, to which he responded with a loud moan, yanking his dick out of your mouth and giving you the nastiest facial ever.

fucking loved it, as if he couldn’t love you more already…you were such a cockdrunk slut for him.

music plays a huge part of your relationship. when you guys are in the sheets, the symphony that comes from your bedroom is actually next level. oftentimes, aròn catches you humming and singing in the shower, to your embarrassment. “why are you hiding your face, your voice is incredible.” he praises. for his upcoming album, whilst in the studio, you came to check up on your bf bringing your freshly homemade brownies that you knew he loved. you knew aròn had been having a bit of a hard time completing one of the final tracks. as his team listened back to the record your bf was getting frustrated “ughhh it’s shit!” as he growled chucking song sheets across the room. “y/n you’ve got to speak to him, no one else is getting through to him and we are on a tight deadline” the executives who were present at the times warned. “he’ll be ready, i can assure you” you urged everyone else to leave the room. “aròn.” he didn’t answer. your tone softened, “papí…” you moved to him, noticing how tense he was getting. he looked up at you with teary eyes, hurting at how anxious he was getting. you knew what to do. “come on.” he followed u back into the recording booth. the track was playing, and all you did was talk, he spoke about his issues with fame, love, and life, and it was the perfect outro/interlude. you also added background vocals and harmonies into his tracks and the media went wild for it!

#gay #bottom male reader #aron piper #smut

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

One Year 🫶

Luke Hughes x college vlogger!reader

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[icysinner]

hometown hero — chapter two. | models and superstars.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: onyankopon finally lives that dream of playing professional basketball, but through the glitz and glamour, he’s still in love with the girl from his hometown.

𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: word count, 885. these chapters just get longer and longer jfc

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀

tags: @maliagurl @iheartamora @iiilovemilfs @hayilaawashere @starcore111 @hoohoohope @traqstarlo @chickenalfredo1312

onyankopon was home two days early, much to your, though kept secret, excitement. you weren’t always sure why he spent so much time at home, he played for a team all the way across the country and always made sure to come home. he had a house in both states, show off. although playing for a team far from his hometown he seemed to come back way more often than anyone that moved away. he urged you to move out of this place, because he thinks you can really make something of yourself outside of the small town you grew up in, but home is home, and you’d be fake trying to pretend you wanted to leave the only place you’d ever known.

“so, how’s the pro basketball life treating you? any models and superstars in those dms?” you asked onyankopon, walking towards the door of your restaurant before it was time to open. “they was in the dms before the nba.” onyankopon replied, a smug smile across his face, similar to the one on your face. “yeah, yeah, okay.” your sarcastic tone was topped off with an eye roll, making him laugh. “probably got a new girl sitting courtside every week, if i’m apart of the roster at least let me be the favorite.” you half joked, putting the key into the door, bright letter signs not yet lit spelling ‘high society’ above it.

“there is no roster, and if anything, you should be on the receiving end of that joke.” onyankopon said as he walked in, eyes widening at the decorations and scenery. “this is nice as hell, y/n.” he added as you turned all the overhead lights on. “thank you, i still have a couple tweaks to make though. need these counters smoothed over again.” you replied, running your nails over the marble on the bar. “how long it take you to get this place done?” he asked, sitting in one of the stools. “a year and some change.. the only thing i really had to wait on was the liquor license.” you shrugged, walking around the place, taking looks at everything.

“do you work in here? or you just run it?” onyankopon asked, touching the centerpieces, much to your dismay. “okay, don’t touch that, and no. i’m the ceo, don’t really need to.” you said, a small laugh coming out at onyankopon slowly moving his hand away. “you wanna franchise this shit? you know — make it like a chain?” onyankopon had so many questions, he’d only been gone for seven months and you were in a completely different stage of life. it made him proud, but also a little weary, he couldn’t help but feel like you were gonna take off into the future without him.

“maybe.. it’s not necessarily a big plan though.” you shrugged, looking around at the restaurant again, almost like it was your child, your own creation. “well, whatever you do, i’m proud of you. i know this was a big deal for you.” his reassurance made you happy, though involuntary. although you’d been hearing praises for your business since it opened, it coming from him made all the difference. “you know, violet and tylae are not happy with you.” you said with a smile, “why? what i do now?” onyankopon asked, squinting his eyes a bit. “because you haven’t came to see them yet, and you’ve been here for a day.”

“well, tylae has an entire business to run, and violet is a professional stalker who knows what’s going on with me at all times.” onyankopon defended, maybe exaggerating a little. “listen, take that up with them.” you threw your hands up in innocence, making him laugh. “i think they’re just jealous i came to see you first.” onyankopon said, causing you to laugh. “whatever. i’mma check their lo’ and see where they’re at, i’ll call em here.” you said, opening life360 to check your friend’s locations.

⎯⎯⎯⎯

“i cannot believe we had to wait for y/n to say something before you came to see us!” violet exclaimed, walking into the now unlocked doors of high society, currently closed off to the general public because onyankopon was here, though your employees were doing business as usual. “my apologies, vi. it will never happen again.” onyankopon said in a teasing tone, making all three of you smile. “yeah, four arnold palmers, thank you, natalie.” you said to your (favorite) waitress as she wrote it down.

“so, i need to know more about these courtside seats, ony.” tylae said with a smile, causing violet to interject, “oh, oh! is hange gonna be there?” she asked, twirling her straw in her cup. “god, vi, you’re obsessed.” you said, a laugh coming from yourself and tylae. this was an inside joke onyankopon wasn’t aware of, violet having a crush on his manager. “now i’m left out of the jokes?” onyankopon said in a joking voice. “no, no — violet has a crush on your manager.” tylae said, causing violet’s pale face to turn red almost immediately. “you could have told me that, she is a lesbian, you know. i can put you on!” he said with a smile, nudging violet, who’s face was currently in her hands. “oh my god.” she said, through her hands so it was muffled.

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[sectumsempress1]

Good Omens Season 3: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Sectumsempress1, Hag

Or that one time I watched Good Omens, felt the claws of hyperfixation sink into my flesh for the first time in years, re-watched Good Omens more times than I care to admit and then drowned in a mind palace of analysis and delusion, resulting in this season 3 predictions bingo card coupled with unnecessarily long explanations for each square.

I'm gonna post these explanations one or two squares at a time, and honestly my first theory (probably not mine, I'm sure others have also come to this conclusion) deserves its own post because wowee I'm insane about this one.

Let's talk about why I think Crowley may have been Jophiel or Jeremiel before they fell.

I have seen endless theories about who Crowley could have been before The Fall; Lucifer, Barachiel, Raphael, Samael... and I see some evidence for all of these. However, I raise you;

Great question babygirl.

Okay me when I lie.

Yes, I took this throwaway line and went insane over it don't worry about it. Anyway. First J angel that I think could make sense is:

Jophiel "Beauty of God"

Jophiel is described in some texts as the guardian of wisdom and a teacher of languages to souls at the dawn of creation. She is also recognised as a teacher to Noah's children (specifically Shem) by C.E. Clement, Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa and Thomas Rudd.

And yes I am aware this is post-Fall Crowley and not the angel they were, but it's interesting that Shem was mentioned specifically regardless. Neil has wounded me so, I just feel that nothing is unintentional. Anyway, any iteration of Crowley as a teacher just feels right based on all we've seen of them.

(How he acts with Muriel, answering Jim's questions, showing Jesus the kingdoms of the world.)

Jophiel is also heavily associated with beauty and creativity.

Okay Mr. 'Pointedly Unusual Imagination.' Bit beautiful and creative of you.

Now here's where it gets buck wild. So Jophiel is not explicitly mentioned in the bible (in fact only Michael, Raphael and Gabriel are consistently mentioned) but scholars interpret Genesis 3:24 as referring to him.

"He drove out the man, and at the east of the garden of Eden he placed the cherubim and aflaming sword that turned every way to guard the way to the tree of life."

Yeah. It is widely agreed upon that Archangel Jophiel wielded the flaming sword and cast Adam and Eve out of Eden. Now, obviously, in Good Omens canon, Aziraphale did this. But... what if that wasn't the original plan? What if, after Jophiel and the others were cast out, the work rosters in Heaven had to be shuffled around a bit? And what if Aziraphale, having met this beautiful, curious starmaker so long ago took on their role himself?

What if Crowley and Aziraphale began the arrangement long before either of them had the words to understand what it was? All because the angel couldn't understand why he felt so drawn to the Fallen who couldn't remember.

(Edited because I've already come up with a new theory. I still stand by all of this and want it to be true so badly, but I think that Crowley does remember. I think Aziraphale is the one whose memory may have been tampered with. That doesn't change the core of the Jophiel theory, I just think that upon reflection, a personal relationship with Crowley is not what caused Aziraphale to take his old job.)

It also makes sense to then make Crowley the Serpent of Eden, if they had perhaps already planned to go to Eden anyway.

Jophiel is also widely known as Metatron's companion, which explains why he is so aggressive towards Crowley in a really cold, personal way. Yes, Metatron knows of everyone and everything so him knowing Crowley's story isn't odd in itself. But the glare...

To me, this reads as "I know you. I've known you. I know exactly what you're capable of and I will not take it. Not again. Behave." It's like a glare a parent would give their toddler for misbehaving in public. It feels pointedly personal. Almost as though they've worked together in the past in a way that ended badly for Metatron and he is on high alert to ensure it doesn't happen again.

Again here. Metatron doesn't speak about Crowley in a general 'all fallen angels suck' sense. It's personal. His choice of words, the tone, everything points to him having been personally wronged by the angel Crowley was.

Also just look at Jophiel's goddamn curly little red hair are you kidding me right now Neil Gaiman I am in your WALLS.

Also some more fun facts: Jophiel is shown as male and female presenting, leads people to a deeper understanding of the beauty of the universe, is regarded as an angel of wisdom, is known to protect those who seek truth, battles against forces of darkness and ignorance... and is strongly associated with the colour yellow.

Nice eyes babe.

Anyway, I am so delulu about this specific theory because if it is true it would show Aziraphale and Crowley's grand cosmic connection in a way that is honestly just ineffable.

But however much I long for Jophiel to be it... there is also some evidence for it being:

Jeramheel/Jeremiel "God shall have mercy"

In religious texts, Jeremiel is known as the angel who presides over true visions, often appearing in dreams and visions to bring truth. He appears to decipher Baruch's visions and give him a tour of heaven in the book '2 Baruch', and God sends him to answer the prophet Ezra's questions regarding the apocalypse in the book '2 Esdras'.

He also served as an angel of death, watching over and guiding souls to heaven and helping them learn from their earthly experiences.

This again goes back to Crowley's belief that everyone has the right to answers and being a good teacher because of that. It would make sense for them to have had this role in their angelic days as well, despite it eventually coming back to bite them.

Jeremiel is often depicted with a book or a scroll, symbolising the importance of knowledge.

Also, while Zadkiel is known as the angel of forgiveness and mercy, many people also consider Jeremiel (god shall have mercy) in this role... which would make Aziraphale's constant attempts to forgive him and his insistence that he is unforgivable even more devastating, and why I have ongoing theories about a role reversal occurring when it comes to this theme of forgiveness (more on this later).

Right. So I am obviously clutching at my delusion of it being Jophiel, but Jeremiel is a wider known angel with more canonical basis for actually being an archangel, which is why he also makes a lot of sense to me.

Thank you for joining me in this downward spiral into insanity. Look forward to part two!

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens spoilers #good omens predictions #good omens season 3 #angel crowley #good omens theory

[smartycvnt]

Trippin’

Title: Trippin' Pairing: Matt Jackson x Reader Prompt: 2. "Somewhere along the line, I fell in love with you." R WC: 1242

Y/n limped backstage with her new championship slung over her shoulders. Jamie had not gone down easy, but after a long and hard final battle to end their feud, Y/n had picked up the victory. Nick, Matt, and Kenny were all waiting backstage for Y/n. They had considered taking the whole roster out there to celebrate with her, but Kenny wanted to give his little sister her moment to celebrate on her own. There was plenty of time for pictures later on in the night, after Y/n would have had time to shower and make herself feel a bit more presentable.

"I'm so proud of you," Kenny said as he hugged Y/n tightly. Y/n hugged him back before moving onto Nick, who looked just as proud as her big brother. The only person who wasn't up and waiting for their chance was Matt, but he had always been a bit distant. There had once been a time whenever Y/n swore the two of them were thick and thieves, but those days were long gone. The guys got busy, she started to do her own thing within wrestling, and it wasn't until this past year that the four of them had gotten back together to reform the old version of their stable.

"What did you think of the match?" Y/n asked Matt as she stepped past Nick and towards him. Matt nodded as he mumbled about it being main event material. Tony was a little hesitant to put women in the main event spot, especially for a pay per view. It would have been special enough for Jamie to be the opener, but Tony had plans for that match, none of which included either Jamie or Y/n. "I'm gonna go get washed up, I feel gross."

"We'll be here," Matt called out as Y/n walked away. He sighed as he watched her leave without looking back at him. It was his own fault that they weren't as close anymore, but he couldn't handle his own feelings. Y/n was Kenny's little sister, and that should have made her untouchable to Matt since Kenny was like a brother, but Matt wanted little more than to have Y/n for himself. He wanted to hold her in his arms forever and never let go. It wasn't just so some stupid crush like when they were younger and training together, this was more intense than that. Matt had realized it years ago, which was when he had to let her go. Y/n couldn't be his, if they ever broke up, it'd ruin every good thing he and Nick had worked towards their entire lives.

"You have got to get over yourself," Kenny said as he clapped Matt on the back.

"What do you-?"

"Don't play dumb with me Matt, I know that you like Y/n. She likes you too, if she didn't, then she never would have picked us over WWE. The plan was always WWE, not AEW. She wanted it to be the four of us, and she knew that if she went with them, then we'd all follow. Instead, she picked the place where you already were because she wanted to be close to you. So please, just go talk to Y/n and tell her how you feel," Kenny said. Matt looked for any sign that Kenny didn't mean what he was saying, but came up emptyhanded. Kenny wanted this, he believed that Matt was the right guy for his precious baby sister Y/n. Matt held honored to know that Kenny trusted him with Y/n's heart, especially after seeing the bit of trouble he had gotten himself into in the past with other women.

"I won't let you down," Matt promised. Kenny nodded as he let Matt run off. He waited outside of the women's locker room for Y/n to show up. Matt wasn't generally an overly nervous guy, but the longer that he waited for Y/n to come out, the less certain that he was about his feelings being a good idea. Matt trusted Kenny more than anybody else in the world with a couple of exceptions, but that didn't mean that Kenny would be right. Matt was terrified about telling Y/n his feelings only for them to not be returned. Kenny thought he knew Y/n well, but even he had been surprised by the past few guys that she had gone out with.

"You do realize that it's weird for a guy to just stand outside of the women's locker room, don't you?" Y/n teased. Matt had been in the process of turning on his heels and running away with his tail tucked between his legs, but now he couldn't. Y/n was right there, and she was definitely fast enough to catch Matt before he got too far. Matt just froze where he stood as Y/n took her place at his side. She set her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him as she looked up and into his eyes. Matt's eyes had always been one of Y/n's favorite things. They were comforting in times of fear and uncertainty for Y/n.

"Sorry, I just needed to talk to you." Matt shoved his hands into his pockets as he kicked at the ground. Y/n moved to stand in front of Matt. He had a tendency to quite literally say things and run, and she was not in the mood for chasing him down tonight.

"You can tell me anything Matty," Y/n reassured him. Matt took a deep breath to collect his composure. Things like this weren't easy for Matt. He hated being vulnerable, especially around someone who had the means to hurt him as badly as Y/n. He doubted that he'd ever recover from her breaking his heart, not that he assumed she would want to hurt him. The issue was that he knew she could do it without meaning to, and it would have all been his own fault for getting his hopes up about her liking him. "Relax Matt, breathe. Whatever you need to say, there's space for it."

"I don't know how this happened, and I swear that I never meant it to Y/n. I'm sorry, I really am, it's just that you're you. Somewhere along the line I fell in love with you, and I wish that it wasn't this way, but it is." Matt's head dropped down after his confession was finished, so he missed the small smile that found its way onto Y/n's face after he was done speaking.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Why would being in love with me be such a terrible thing? You're treating this like it's the end of the world," Y/n said. Matt couldn't see that she was joking, so he quickly scrambled to find the words to correct himself. Y/n knew what he meant, she had struggled with accepting the same feelings for him years ago. "Gosh Matt, I'm just joking with you. I, well, I, uh, I love you too."

"I didn't mean that it was a bad thing I swear," Matt said as Y/n placed her arms around the back of his neck. "Even if I think that you could completely destroy me if you wanted to."

"Lucky for you that I don't."

#matt jackson x reader #matt jackson #aew #aew x reader #my writing

[nakanotamu]

Okay so this is the post about the Stardom stuff going on Right Now. I was gonna put my personal thoughts here too but lmao joke's on me even just this got long enough as well. Honestly I'm glad I waited to actually say anything because Rossy and Bushiroad both ended up talking about it pretty publicly so there's really not that much to speculate on any more. If you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about, here's the background post about the past few months/year in Stardom and my own personal thoughts about everything are here.

So, wow. I spent a lot of last year joking "Stardom fire your entire office 2k24", really was not expecting them to actually take me up on it! Bushiroad fire Kidani as well 2k24??? idk if they even can I think he might control too much of the company but I may as well keep swinging while I can

So yeah, apparently immediately after the Osaka PPV last Sunday, February 4th, Bushiroad fired Rossy. On a practical level this isn't really a big change - as I've said before, Rossy was off of booking and apparently not even being listened to since last April at least already, this isn't a huge shake up of Stardom management. What IS a huge shakeup is why.

Bushiroad said they fired Rossy because he was poaching wrestlers & staff from Stardom. Rossy denies this, but has confirmed he is starting a new promotion. Which, first and foremost from me, I'm glad we can immediately put the WWE rumours to bed. Rossy says he told Bushiroad in November that he would not re-sign his contract with them in March since he wasn't being listened to anyway and told the staff and some wrestlers this and that he was thinking of starting a new promotion. Bushiroad claims he was deliberately poaching from them. Honestly, given the state of Bushiroad management, I could absolutely see them just being completely caught off guard by how many of the roster want to leave and freaking out, but we'll probably never know the truth of the matter.

It is confirmed that some of the Stardom roster are not re-signing with Stardom and are planning to join Rossy's new promotion. Bushiroad came out and openly said that, including some top names and even current title holders. That a number of people will be leaving is for sure happening. We do know for sure Mayu is the only person definitely contracted to Bushiroad later than March, as the movie about her comes out in May, but it seems likely she leaves after that. EDIT to add that a couple days later Tam said openly that she is staying with Stardom as well but I'm not gonna keep updating this every time someone says something new. Anything beyond that about who exactly is leaving or how many is pure speculation. I've seen everything from only one or two people leaving to close to a 50/50 split to only one or two people staying. We'll know in a month or two.

I think it's also worth remembering while WON is writing about this however much and the dirtsheets run with things, their source is Literally Just Sonny, who we already know to be both unreliable and Rossy's biggest cheerleader. It doesn't even seem like the wrestlers actually talk to him about it or anything, he just Works There, and more than once he's passed on some story that's gotten out just to then pass on that so-and-so was so mad it got out, on top of the stuff he's just flat wrong about. It just seems like he has a deep need to be An Insider, the kind of guy who actually gets a job in wrestling and uses that for reddit clout, so keep in mind that that's where all of the english "scoops" are coming from. The news for the next however long it's coming solely from him is going to be sensationalized, decidedly anti-Bushiroad and pro-Rossy, and probably try and throw at least a few of the wrestlers who do stay with Stardom under the bus, because that's his MO and we've seen it all before from him. So like, just as usual take everything with the biggest grain of salt you can manage.

#Stardom #my writing

[andrebearakovsky]

heya! i've been away from hockey for a few years, my last devastation was the Trading of Holtby. which cap should i look out for this season in your opinion? thx✌

(holtby wasn't traded he simply just wasn't re-signed as a free agent but that's okay)

Well, if you were around in the Holtby era, then all the big guys are still here (Ovi, Backstrom, Oshie, Wilson, Carlson, Kuzy) and you know them, so I'll talk about some newer guys that you might not know. And I know you said one guy but I'm going to talk about multiple guys 'cause I can't help myself.

I personally think Dylan Strome is going to have a pretty big year. We got him last year, and he had his career high in games played, goals, assists, and points. He seemed very comfortable here, and I think he'll have an even better year this year. He's a center and will play anywhere from line 1 to line 3 depending on how the rest of the lineup looks on any given day, and he'll definitely be on the power play, either on PP2 or on PP1 in Kuzy's spot, though that depends more on Kuzy than it does on him.

I also think this year is gonna be a big year for the young guys. New head coach Spencer Carbery was the head coach of the Hershey Bears for 3 seasons, so he has coached and is familiar with a LOT of these guys. The guys on the training camp roster who I believe have a good chance of making the roster that he coached for at least some period of time in Hershey include: Martin Fehervary, Lucas Johansen, Beck Malenstyn, Joe Snively, Alex Alexeyev, Connor McMichael, and Aliaksei Protas. He coached Johansen and Snively all 3 years he was there (Malenstyn would also be included in this group if he hadn't missed all of 2020-21 with an injury). He also coached Rasmus Sandin for 2 years when he was an assistant coach with the Maple Leafs (he also coached Nicolas Aube-Kubel, for the very brief period of time NAK was a Leaf); he specialized in coaching the power play, which Sandin was a part of, and figures to be a part of again - since Orlov's departure, he seems a natural fit to quarterback PP2, and I think he will end up getting that role on PP2, since your other option there is TvR, and as much as I absolutely fucking adore TvR that is not where he belongs 😂

Anyway, my point is, it's gonna be a big year for these young guys. I'm of the firm belief that the reason why the Caps didn't get a lot of acquisitions in the offseason is because Carbery is very familiar with a lot of these young guys and has faith in them and says "we're leaning on the young guys, it's their time." And I think many of them make the jump to the NHL roster full-time and have a good year. Martin Fehervary is already an established NHLer (he wore the A in a couple of this year's preseason games!!), is very good at the defense, and has been John Carlson's defense partner for a good chunk of Fehervary's career now, meaning he's been taking on first-pair minutes and duties. I personally think Fehervary takes even another step up this year. I also say the same of Aliaksei Protas; he was on the Caps roster for most of last year but not the entire time, but this year I think he's here to stay. He's 6'6" and huge, and I think he finally learns how big he is and learns how to use his body and he'll get the offense going. Idk if Snively makes the roster full-time (I hope he does), but I think McMichael makes the full-time jump, and Beck Malenstyn DEFINITELY makes the full-time jump, I think this is the year for Beck. Mainly because Nic Dowd fucking ADORES Beck. After the departure of longtime linemate/bestie Garnet Hathaway at last year's deadline, he needs a new liney. And whenever Beck was up with the big club last year he played on the 4th line with Dowd and I could tell Dowd loved playing with him, and he has definitely grown attached. Dowd will not let Beck go back to Hershey, he's staying. And I like Beck, he's VERY physical, he'll throw a bunch of hits. I also think Alexeyev makes the jump. He got a bunch of unexpected playing time in the second half of last season because of so many injuries, and I was very impressed with how he held himself. I expected him to make the roster as the 7th defenseman anyway, but with the injury to Joel Edmundson, I think he gets the full-time playing spot and he blossoms. The Edmundson injury really opens a free spot for I hope Lucas Johansen, who could make the team as the 7th D. I really hope he does.

Oh and I wouldn't put him in the same group of "young guys" because he didn't come up with this same group that was all at Hershey together, but Sandin is poised to have a good year this year. This'll be his first full year here, and he'll have a full-time spot on the defense. He probably won't be paired with TvR like I want him to (he played with TvR a bunch last year and TvR adores him) bc TvR plays on the 3rd pair, but he'll be paired either on the 1st pair with Carly or the 2nd with Nick Jensen - I hope it's with Jensen, separating Fehervary from Carlson feels wrong. But he's expected to eat big minutes and also get power play time.

I also think Sonny Milano could have a breakout year. This will be his first full season, and I think he cements a full-time spot rather than always being at risk for being scratched. He's a skill guy and he's fast, and I think Carbery lets him loose and lets him do his thing. I would like to see him on a line with Dylan Strome, I think they've got good chemistry. His career high in goals is 14, and I think he could easily break that this year, and maybe even get 20. He already got his career high in assists with us last year, and he could maybe even break that again too if he plays enough. He could maybe even get time on PP2, we'll see. The team loves him, as you can see in any pregame warmup videos, I'm convinced his family is in the mob (he's Italian, from Long Island, his real name is Frank, he's called Sonny because his dad is ALSO Frank - specifically called 'Big Frank,' and also his dad looks and talks like an Italian New York mob boss [please go look up content from last year's mentor's trip]), and he has the best hair ever. It defies the laws of gravity and physics and I want to see more of it. Please go look up pictures of it for your entertainment, and also the Sonny Milano chia pet giveaway they're doing later this year.

Okay, I think that's all I have for "guys I think you should watch out for," I think all the guys I mentioned could have big years. But before I sign off, I'm just gonna push some of my personal faves on you just because. I adore Trevor van Riemsdyk so much, thinking about him just results in this: 🥰. Also the ENTIRE team is in love with him, if you would like more evidence/proof of this please ask and I'll do it in a separate post. I also love Nic Dowd, who's probably one of the only guys on this team with an actual brain cell; he's got quick wit, and he specializes in shutting down the other team's top center (and is quite successful at it usually), and also loves to specifically make Sidney Crosby's life miserable. And also, it might be difficult as a Holtby lover which I think you are based on this ask, but I strongly recommend falling in love with our goalie Darcy Kuemper. I ADOREEEEEEEEEEE Darcy, and not just because he's our goalie, I've adored him for a very long time. I've liked him from afar ever since he was an Arizona Coyote, and seeing him sign with us was like having an actual dream come true. I NEVER thought I'd get to see him on my team and this whole last year has been wonderful in that regard. I think you'd like him, he's sweet, earnest, easily trickable, and SO stupid. He wants to bring back the dinosaurs. He's also besties with the backup goalie Chuck. If you want more Darcy info or Darcy love I will be happy to give it to you if you ask.

Okay, sorry that post went on a lot longer than expected. But I hope it's informative! And I hope you can enjoy the upcoming hockey season! Go Caps!

#anon #asks #washington capitals #dylan strome #martin fehervary #aliaksei protas #connor mcmichael #beck malenstyn #alexander alexeyev #alex alexeyev #lucas johansen #joe snively #rasmus sandin #sonny milano #trevor van riemsdyk #nic dowd #darcy kuemper

[thatoneao3author]

Interstellar Ian - gallavich kid’s show au

i can’t find a discord server to ramble about a gallavich-centric au i’m working on so i’m gonna ramble about the concept here. I am writing a fic for it so I’m not gonna go in depth on the specific plot points, just the idea/background/set up

if you are interested in specifics, though, i’ve already posted a few excerpts from chapter one on this blog under the tag ‘Interstellar Ian AU’. 

so seriously hear me out here

ian gallagher is the host of a kid’s show in the same vein as Lazy Town, Blues Clues, etc. He serves as the host who takes the viewers through adventures in a space setting in a show he scored when he was fifteen: Interstellar Ian. it’s on PBS Kids, which is a educational kid’s channel here in the US that is publicly broadcasted and easily available to everyone for free via libraries and youtube and such. shows like Arthur and Sid the Science Kid aired there. it’s actually a really good resource for low-income families with kids but that’s a rant for another day. ian’s show is on their roster!

Frank scammed his way into getting Ian one of his first minor roles when he was fifteen but from there, it was all Ian working his way up. Being an actor screws with all of Ian’s plotlines/erases them even down to the earliest episodes in season one, but most of the rest of the show’s canon still plays out the same except the family’s financial strain isn’t as high for a couple years while fiona uses his income for the household. 

it kinda evens back out once ian is an adult and moves into a little apartment closer to set and becomes independent. Ian continues hosting this show into his early adulthood, even though it’s starting to become evident by season eight of Interstellar Ian that they are starting to run out of fresh content and maybe should’ve wrapped it up a few years ago. 

Instead of dating Mickey first, Ian actually meets Trevor (trans guy from around season six/seven) FIRST bc he costars on the show during some of the earlier seasons. they have a secret relationship and it eventually goes public, drama, drama, drama, and oops Trevor isn’t an actor anymore and he goes on to open his shelter/queer youth program. Ian and Trevor are on good terms by the main timeline of the fic though 

ian remains host of the show and after the initial drama, he becomes well known as a queer icon/actor, especially for young ppl who watch the show/grew up watching it

During the filming of season seven of interstellar ian, Ian also messes around with the new director on set: Caleb the ex firefighter. They don’t get caught or anything but there is still drama and they decide to step back and Not Do That Anymore 

Ian has a Thing(tm) for messing around with cute guys on the set of his show and he swears off of it forever. 

forever lasts until there is a new electrician hired to the set, reformed criminal!mickey milkovich

in this universe, mickey decided to stop being a major nuisance to the world because mandy got custody of their half-sister from earlier in the show, Molly, and he wants to be able to help them out or at least not cause more problems for them. so he took a course and is a certified electrician who signs a contract with the show because he needs long term + stable work. 

Ian can’t drive. he just doesn’t have a car, he never got a license because he got caught up in the acting thing gig around the age that he should’ve gotten it and now he has too much pride to do it. so he leaves the set an hour or two later than basically everyone else. everyone knows this, he was even given a key to the warehouse they film the show in because of it

so, when mickey starts showing up as the actors and crew are leaving to fix flickering lights and switch around wiring, the star of the show is still just There. because despite being famous and rich, his main form of transportation is the public kind and that’s inconsistent 

ian and mickey meet due to this overlap in schedules and ian spends the first chunk of the fic struggling because he doesn’t wanna mess around with another guy from set and cause unneeded drama, while mickey seems to like him- but not because he’s an actor/minor celebrity, just because he’s “pretty or whatever” 

that’s the general gist of what’s going on, but some other cool details include: svetlana stars as ian’s hairstylist/makeup artist who faked her way there with a forged cosmetology certification, mickey has one pierced ear and maybe a cat, ian takes care of franny a lot + mickey steps up for his younger half sister: molly (so you get like, familial/dad-like gallavich at a few different points), the fic is ian centric and in his pov, and there is a multi-chapter gap in the fic where gallavich “aren’t dating” but are basically in a relationship and I know some of you guys love that trope based off of most of the fics i’ve read in this fandom 

I think that’s all I wanna reveal but if you have questions or thoughts, feel free to reblog/send me an ask with them! the plot plan for this thing includes 15 chapters total and i’ve written 4 of them in their entirety. I’m thinking i’ll write all/most of the fic before I start posting it, but we’ll see what happens!

if you wanna know when this fic goes up, make sure you follow this blog. I’ll be using the specific tag ‘Interstellar Ian AU’ to organize information on this, as well. thanks <3

#shameless fic #Shameless US #shameless fanfiction #gallavich #gallavich fic #gallavich au #shameless au #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #actor!ian gallagher #mickey is the electrician who works on his set #svetlana milkovich #trevor shameless #headcannons! #fic ideas!

[autumnalwalker]

Empty Names Side Story - There Are No Dogs At The Dog Park

Author's Note: Ringing in the new year with a side story set a couple years before the main plot, shortly after Eris and Lacuna met. Inspired by this sx-year-old post by @helloitsbees. Masterpost here. Word Count: 4,256 Content Warnings: Brief appearance of blood. Stream of consciousness narration of someone turning into a werewolf, panicking, slowly loosing sense of self, and chasing someone.

“Yo, Lacuna, sorry about this but I’m gonna have to bail on seeing that movie tonight.  I just remembered tonight’s a full moon and I’m volunteering at the Dog Park.  Err, right, rebranding - I’m volunteering with NALSA.  

“Actually, if you’re interested I could probably get you on the volunteer roster for tonight.  Could be something you’d be interested in so long as you don’t mind staying awake until sunrise.  I’ll send you the link to their site. 

“Call me back when you get this.  Laters.”

*******

The sound of the wind is her first clue that she was somewhere else now.  The drop in temperature is her second.

The sound of a woman’s deep voice addressing her is her third.

“Yo.  You must be Sarah.”

She opens her eyes to find a muscular man towering over where she’s sitting on the bus stop bench, silhouetted by the sun.  She blinks in surprise.  No, wait, that voice, and something about the jawline.  A woman, just the tallest she’s met.

“How’d you know?” Sarah asks.

“Gita told me we were getting a new first timer today and I know all the regulars,” the woman says.  She notices the look on Sarah’s face and takes a step back, better illuminated now.  “Ah, shit, I’m looming again, aren’t I?  Sorry ‘bout that.”

With the woman no longer blocking her view, Sarah can see just how obviously she’s no longer at the same bus stop she sat down at.  Behind the woman - “Eris” and “Volunteer”  the nametag sticker on her shirt reads - is a long, low concrete building with grass growing on the roof and adorned with an emblem above its door depicting the stylized red outline of a howling wolf overlaid on top of a blue moon with the letters NALSA in white.  The same emblem is replicated on the volunteer’s t-shirt with “North American Lycanthrope Sanctuary Association” in smaller print around it.  In any other direction is nothing but empty scrub-covered prairie as far as the eye can see, broken only by the faint outline of dirt road the bus stop is situated on and the tall, inward-curving chain link fence extending out from either side of the building.

“Welcome to the Sanctuary,” Eris says as Sarah stands up and brushes off her jeans.  Was that dust from Tennessee or… wherever this is?  The other woman puts out a hand and says “I’m -”

“Eris,” Sarah says as she shakes the proffered hand and nods at the nametag.  

Eris glances down and then back up, flashing a grin that Sarah can’t help but think of as feral.  The moment passes and Eris chuckles, all friendly volunteer guide again.  “So I am,” she says and lets go of Sarah’s hand.  “Anyway, Gita’s in the middle of setting up for tonight, so I’ll give you the tour.”

Sarah hesitates for a moment, watching Eris walk toward the building’s entrance.  She’s not exactly tall herself but not even being eye level with another woman’s shoulder still feels strange to her.  And those muscles; she’s known guys that would kill for that.  Is she going to end up looking like that?  She’s not sure if that thought scares or thrills her.

Following along, she finds herself wishing she’d looked up more about this ahead of time.  But there was just so much contradictory information out there.  And if she was being honest with herself, she was afraid to.  Maybe that guy who recommended she come out here was wrong and nothing would happen tonight.  Maybe she didn’t actually even need to make this bizarre trip to…

“Where are we anyway?” she asks as she catches up with Eris.

“Dakota.”

“Which one?”

“At the moment, I’m in North and you’re in South.  The bridge you came in through’s right on the border.  Same for the visitor center.  The liminality here made it easier to set up shop, mostly for the bridge, but a few other things too.  And for extra oomph Montanna’s like half a mile that way.  The Park extends into all three.  Sorry, the Sanctuary,” Eris corrects herself as the door slides open.  “We rebranded back at the start of the year. ‘There are no dogs here, only people,’” she says, holding up a finger and adjusting her voice for a startlingly accurate impression of the elderly woman Sarah had spoken to on the phone the other day, “‘so there’s no reason to call it the Dog Park.’” She shrugs and returns to her normal voice. “That’s what Gita says anyway.”  

In contrast to the blocky, utilitarian appearance on the outside, the interior of the visitor center greets Sarah with carpeted flooring, nature scenes hung on the walls, and meditative music softly playing from unseen speakers in the ceiling.  Examining the paintings and photographs they pass by as she follows Eris, she notices markedly fewer wolves in the decor than she’d expected.  Just landscapes and close-ups of plants.

The tour Eris leads her on is as straightforward as the building’s layout; several spokes of hallway wings extending out from a central entrance, each clearly labeled in multilingual signs.  Overnight Accommodations, where Eris sets her up with a small bedroom with a shower, a lock keyed to her voice for the next forty-eight hours, and what looks like a paper hospital gown hanging in the closet that Eris tells her is “to change into later so you don’t ruin your clothes.”  Maintenance and Administration, skipped by for now but promised to return to later.  Cafeteria and Recreation, containing a small library, gym, and lounge “to help unwind and recover after transforming back.”

As the two of them eat a complimentary lunch, Eris finishes explaining the benefits of a large, early dinner to lessen the likelihood of “chewing on something during the night that you’ll regret in the morning” and asks Sarah if she has any questions before they move the tour on to the Medical wing. 

“Where is everyone?”  Sarah asks, taking the opportunity to bring up something that’s been increasingly striking her as being off since the tour started. “This whole time I haven’t seen anyone but you and Pete over there working the kitchen.”

“Well, it is barely noon,” Eris replies, “most of the regulars won’t be here for another few hours and the rest of the volunteers and staff are busy with last minute safety checks.  To be honest, I was surprised you showed up as early as you did.”

“Well, I know that sometimes you can see the moon during the daytime and I didn’t know if that would…” Sarah trails off in a mixture of nerves and embarrassment, “do things to me?”

Eris nods, understanding.  “Yeah, I get that.  But nah, from what I’m told as long as the sun’s up the most the moon’s gonna do to ya is make you a bit restless.  Maybe amp up your hearing and smell a little bit while making colors weird if you’re real sensitive to it.��

“From what you hear?” Sarah starts at the realization.  “You mean you’re not… not a…”

“Werewolf?” Eris finishes her question with a grin.  “You’re allowed to say it, you know.  But nah, I just show up once a month to provide a pair of opposable thumbs while you all have fun running around under the moon.  My job’s mostly to drive you all out to the middle of the Sanctuary just before sundown, help steer anyone that wanders off away from the fences, and pick you all up in the morning with a change of clothes.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume.  I just -” Sarah cuts herself off, realizing there’s no good way to end that sentence.

To her relief, Eris just laughs.  “It’s fine.  You’re not the first to make that mistake and I doubt you’ll be the last.  And honestly, it’s far from the worst thing I’ve been called.”  A shorter laugh, this one more forced to Sarah’s ears.  “Sure as Hell beats getting accused of steroid abuse.  But if you’re worried about your condition ruining your figure, don’t sweat it.”

“Okay.”

“No, seriously, don’t worry about it.  Gita and Rani - her wife, you’ll meet her when we go to the Medical wing - can tell you more about it, but the gist is that they’ve spent decades studying this stuff and as best as they can tell any physical changes outside of the lunar transformation are purely an autogenesis thing.”

“Autogenesis?”

“You know, the whole thing with exposure to and knowledge of things Backstage causing subconscious internalized self-image to manifest externally?”

“What?”

“Oh wow, you are new to all this, aren’t you?”

Sarah nods.  “So you mean there’s more out there than just werewolves and magic bus stops.”

Eris lets out a long breath.  “Hoo boy… I’ve never been good at intro spiels, but yes and you have no idea how much.  But back to what we were talking about, the short version is your lycanthropy isn’t going to affect you outside of the full moon unless you expect and believe it will.”

Sarah is still trying to process that when a vibrating buzz comes from Eris’s pocket.  The larger woman looks just as relieved as she feels for the interruption, especially after checking the text message.

“Looks like Gita’s back in her office,” Eris says.  “If you don’t mind, we can go ahead and cut the tour short here and I’ll take you to her.  She’ll be able to fill you in on what to expect tonight better than I can.”

Sarah assents and follows her to the Maintenance and Administration wing.  Eris’s phone buzzes a second time along the way - longer this time, indicating a call rather than a text - but after a quick glance she silences it without comment.

Before long, the two of them stop in front of a door with a frosted window bearing the label “Dr. Gita Patel - Sanctuary Director.”  Eris knocks on the door and a voice bids them to come in.

On the other side of the door Sarah finds a small, tastefully decorated office with small pieces of religious iconography on the walls and shelves that she thinks might be Hindu but lacks the knowledge to identify more specifically.  Altogether the effect is cozy rather than cramped.  An impression further reinforced by the warm greeting from the short elderly woman in the center of it all.

“You must be Sarah,” she says as she shuffles around from behind the desk to shake the newcomer’s hand.  “So glad you were able to make it.”

“Thank you ma’am.  It’s a lovely place you have here.”

“Please, call me Gita.  No need to be formal just because I have a sign on my door.  Come, come, take a seat.  Eris already gave you the tour, I take it?  Well, I’m sure you still have questions about your first moon.  Everyone always does, but never you worry.  You’re safe here.”

Sarah struggles to suppress a smile at the accuracy of Eris’s earlier impression.  Nervous as she still is, the combination of Eris’s nonchalance about Sarah’s condition, Gita’s enthusiasm, and the entire existence of the Sanctuary gives her some hope that tonight won’t be as bad as she feared.

*******

“Hey, uh, so, I guess you’re already at the Sanctuary.  Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll pass tonight.  Not sure I’d actually be able to help much and it feels… I don’t know, voyeuristic?  Objectifying?  Something like that to just show up and gawk.

“Also, long day at work so I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay awake all night anyway.

“Might be cool to talk to Dr. Patel though sometime though without a deadline of the sun going down.  I’ve only skimmed it so far, but her paper on the mechanics of the transformation was, well, it’s got some stuff that’s interesting.  To me.  Is that awkward to ask for an introduction like that?  Sorry.  I’m rambling now, aren’t I?

“Hanging up now.  But let me know if you want me to come pick you up and help you get home in the morning.  Or is that awkward to offer too? Blah, I’m bad at this.  Hanging up for real this time.”

*******

Howling.  All around her.  Inside her.  From her.  From her?

Lights growing so bright.  Nearly hurts. Colors warping draining distorting.  No more red.  No more green.  Wash of blues and yellows and grays. 

So loud.  Noises deafening.  Too much all at once.  Smells too.  So many.  So sharp.  Sickening. 

“She’s panicking!”

“First time’s always a trip.  She’ll get through it.”

Skin crawling.  Stretching.  Bones cracking, extending, filling in.  Doesn’t hurt but feels wrong.  Alien.  Itchy.  Where’s the mass coming from?  Can’t think about that.  Itches too much.  Outside and in.  Try to scratch.  Skin feels too soft.  Scratch feels too sharp. 

Look down.  Flinch back up.  Down again.  Arms covered in fur.  Hands end in claws.  Muscle growing as she watches.  She whimpers. 

“Sarah.  Sarah, look at me.”

Look up again.  Piercing eyes.  Solid face.  Holding her in place without touching.  An anchor. 

“You’re going to be alright.  Just breathe.  Take it slow.”

Nod.  Try to speak.  To say “okay.”  Hear a bark instead. 

Clap hands to mouth.  Hit her face too soon.  Mouth and nose are too far out.  Don’t think of the word for it.  Don’t make it real. 

Try to stand up.  Stumble.  Center of mass is all wrong.  Joints don’t bend right.  Body so heavy.  Struggle back up.  Look around.  Surrounded by wolves and things that are almost wolves but wrong.  Where is she?  How did she get here?

“Sarah…”

People here too.  Staring at her.  Why are they looking at her?  Please stop looking at her.  Go away.  Get away.  Need to get away.

“She’s running!”

“It’s fine!  She just needs time to work through it.  Follow but give her space!”

Keep moving.  Two legs?  Four?  Which works better?  Find a rhythm.  Pick up speed.  Just need to get away.  Can’t get away from herself.  Something wrong inside her.  Need to get it out.  Get it out!

Fence ahead.  Trapped.  In a cage.  Need to get it out.  Need to get out.  Need to escape. 

“She’s going for the fence!”

“Should I tranq her?”

“Jeez, calm down guys.  Don’t worry, I got this.”

Hand on the chainlinks, furry and clawed.  Is that really her hand?  Who else’s could it be?  Feels wrong.  What does right even look like?  Stop looking.  Just climb.  Pull to climb.  Pulling rips the metal away.  Breaks the links.  Snaps and pops hurt her ears.  Too loud.  Everything is too loud.  So strong.  Monstrously strong.  She’s a monster.  She’s a monster.  She’s -

“Sarah…”

Is that her name?  Is that her?

Turn around.  Someone right behind her.  Looks familiar.  Looks too small.  

“I know yer freaking out right now, but I’m going to need ya to get away from the fence.  Can’t have you getting lost out there.”

Solid presence.  An anchor.  Remember to breathe.  A hand extended.  Reach out to take it.

“That’s right.  Now let’s get you back to the others.”

Lips part underneath those anchoring eyes.  Teeth shown.  Barred.  A smile threat!  Danger!  Swipe at the hand.  Leap back.  Growl deep.  She can be dangerous too.  Go away!  Get away!

“Dammit…”

Teeth disappear.  Come back more numerous.  Lips stretched back and curved up.  Eyes are eager now.  Hungry.  No longer an anchor. 

“Screw it.  The fun way it is then.  You two go see what’s taking Gita so long.”

Hunker down.  Ears back.  Growl continues.  What’s coming?

Blur of motion toward the torn fence.  Hand waving in front of her face.  Liquid dripping from a finger and smeared over the palm. 

That smell!   Enough to make her sick.  Enough to make her slaver.  

“That’s right.  Go ahead and let go.  Run wild and get it out of your system.”

Barred neck.  Unprotected belly.  Vulnerable.  Tempting.  The hand liquid smears across the face with those eyes. 

“What are you waiting for?!  Come get me!”

Howl.  Lunge.  Chase.  Across the grass.  Over the gullies.  Pant.  Run.  Revel.

Close.  Jump.  Catch!

Catch?

Caught.

Redirected.  Thrown to the ground.  Land on back.  Barely feel it.  Stars are so beautiful tonight.  Has she ever seen so many?  And the moon!  She could stare at it forever. 

Movement nearby.  That’s right.  Hunting.  Roll over back to her feet.  Resume the chase.  

Mouth noises from the other one.  Words?  Those meant something once, didn’t they?  Laughter now.  She still knows that. 

Catch up again.  Rear up.  Bear down with jaws and claws.  

Hands around her wrists.  Or are they ankles now?  What’s the difference?  Drawing in.  Nose inches from the prey’s.  But prey doesn’t snarl back.  Prey doesn’t laugh.  Prey doesn’t have eyes shining with joy.

So what is this?

Spinning around until they’re forced apart.  Regain balance.  Repeat the chase.  Panting harder now.  Limbs heavier.  Slowing down but so is the other one. 

Bite!  Catch something!  Pull down to the ground!

At last!  

Standing over her catch.  What to do now?  Ah, yes!  There’s only one th-

Suddenly pulled down and to the side. Rolled.  Positions reversed.  Struggle and roll again.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  Claws flail.  Jaws snap.  Wrestling. 

Stillness. 

Pinned to the ground.  Weight on her back.  Strong arms around her.  Holding her tightly but not painfully.  Somehow calming.  Protective.  

Hand running through her fur.  Stroking from head to back.  Whispers soft even to her.  What are words again?  She’s so tired.  Tired, but satisfied.  This is nice.

One sound keeps coming back up.  One that means something.

“Sarah…”

Oh.  Right.  That means her.

A soft padding on the grass.  A contradictory smell of wet soil and dry leaves. 

The weight eases off.  The arms slide away.  One last pat on the way out. 

Look around.  The other one is still here, sitting next to her.  On the other side of her an old wolf, thin and white-snouted.  The old one nuzzles her and she feels peace. 

The old one turns to leave.  She gets up on all four legs and pads along behind to follow.  She can smell others nearby in the dark now.  Waiting for her.  

Spare one last glance back for the not-prey other one.  That one waves. 

She disappears into the night. 

*******

“Eyugh?”

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“‘S’fine… alarm was going off in… seven minutes anyway.  I’ll be there in a bit.  Will bring coffee.”

“You’re a saint.”

“Uh, thanks?  How’d it go by the way?”

“Pretty chill.  Nothing too exciting.”

“Huh.  Well, I’m heading out.  You can tell me more about it when we’re both more awake.”

“Sounds good. See ya.”

*******

Sarah peeks out of her room, still disoriented in spite of Gita telling her what to expect yesterday.  It’s one thing to be told that you’re going to black out and wake up in an unfamiliar room, but it’s a whole other bea- a whole other thing to actually have it happen.  At least there had been a shower at hand and all her clothes on a hanger.  

She’d been afraid to look in the mirror at first but once she’d worked up the courage to do so she found she was still her.  Maybe tired despite sleeping past noon and disheveled with a few light scrapes and bruises, but otherwise none the worse for the wear.  Easy enough to believe the hazy memories of last night really had been a dream.

“Yo, you’re up,” comes a voice approaching from down the hall.  Eris, carrying a cafeteria coffee cup in each hand.  “I was just coming to check on you.  Sleep well?”

“Like I just ran a marathon without stretching first.”

“Heh, that’s not too far off from the truth,” Eris says and then offers one of the coffee cups.  “Caffeine?”

“Yes please.”  She steps all the way into the hallway and takes the cup.  As she brushes Eris’s fingers in the process, some memory, some impression of emotion flickers and disappears before she can grasp it.  For some reason she feels a slight flush to her cheeks, but she writes it off as still being tired from last night.

Last night…

She pulls the cup to her lips and the smell and taste derail whatever that train of thought was turning into.  She’d briefly worried that there’d be some lingering amplification of her sense of smell that would make it intolerable, but it’s no more than what she would expect from cheap instant coffee.  The taste is just on the tolerable side of bad and there’s a mild sourness to whatever powdered creamer got added in, but frankly that’s doing as much to wake her up as the caffeine so she counts it as a blessing.

“Unfortunately the guy in charge of stocking the kitchen has a major tea bias,” Eris says in response to Sarah’s flinch upon her first sip, “so that’s where most of the caffeine budget around here goes.”  She settles against the wall opposite of Sarah and nurses her own beverage for a moment before adding, “That, and there was that one time a guy got the bright idea to do like ten shots of expresso right before sundown.  Rani was this close to switching the whole stock to decaf after that fiasco, but I’m pretty sure half the permanent staff would have walked out if that happened.”

Sarah suppresses a laugh while she tries to swallow.  “Stop, you’re going to make this go up my nose.”

Eris chuckles.  “It’ll probably taste better that way.”  She takes another gulp of her own drink and puts on an exaggerated grimace.  A moment’s pause and her face goes more serious.  “But really, how are you doing?  Things got a bit rough last night and I wanted to apologize for that.”

“I’m fine.  It all just feels like a dream really.  I figure I’m as tired and sore as I ought to be from running around all night.  What is there for you to…”

Locked eyes in the moonlight.  Strong arms around her.  Throwing her.  Grabbing her.  Calming her.  Comforting her. 

“Apologize…”

A broken fence.  The scent of blood.  Chasing down prey.  Pulling it to the ground.  

“For?”

Eris cocks her head at the way Sarah trails off into a long pause before suddenly gasping and clapping a hand to her mouth.

“Oh my God!  Did I bite you?”

“What?  No.  I mean, you got my pant leg pretty good, but that’s why I bring that old pair on these nights.”

“Are you sure?  I think I was trying to. I’m so sorry.  I was - I tried - I -”

“Hey, it’s cool.  I’m pretty good at not getting bit and I’ve got some protections of my own in place in case that happens.”  Eris shrugs.  “Besides, it’d hardly be the end of the world if I did wind up as a regular here instead of a volunteer.  If anything, it’s my fault for intentionally provoking you.”

“But your hand.”

“Cut it on purpose on the fence.  But look.” She transfers her coffee cup to her other hand and holds up a fingertip with a barely-visible scab.  “I heal quick.  Long story.  Honestly the worst thing I got out of last night was a dressing down from Gita and Rani this morning about recklessness, tetanus, and putting you under undue stress.  Apparently trying to give you an excuse to let go so that you weren’t stuck in that halfway conflict state isn’t considered best practice.  Or at least, not my way of doing it.”

“What do you mean ‘not best practice’?”

“Like I said, putting you under more stress than I should have.  That’s the big reason I wanted to check on you.  I figured I’d throw you in the deep end with the thing most likely to make you lose control so you’d know you can get through anything.”  Eris hangs her head, breaking eye contact.  “In retrospect, that was a dick move.  I’m sorry.”

“I’m… well, I’m not sure if I am fine.  I’m still processing it all.  But apology accepted anyway.  I figure you at least meant well.  And,” she pauses, embarrassed, “I think I did enjoy some of the parts that I remember.”

Eris chuckles softly and flashes that grin again; wilder for a fraction of a second than anything Sarah was last night and then taming itself into amiability.  “Glad to hear it.  Just be careful about which parts you enjoy.  You don’t -” The buzz of a text message vibrating her phone cuts her off.  “Well, that’s my ride, so I should get going.  Feel free to hang around and recover as long as you need.  It was nice meeting you.”

“Thanks.  It was nice meeting you too.”  More than nice?  No, don’t go there.  “Will I see you next month?”

“If you want, and the good doctors aren’t still mad at me.” Eris turns to walk off, and pauses.  “Oh yeah, speaking of them, Gita’s going to want to talk to you to see how you’re doing too.  Don’t be afraid to let her know if she starts going full psych eval on you, she gets carried away like that sometimes worrying after the newbies.”  Her phone buzzes again, longer.  “Well, laters,” she says and walks off toward the visitor center’s exit with a wave.

Sarah sips her terrible coffee and waves while watching her go.

Next month then.

*******

“Hey, Eris.  I hate to be that guy, but I think I’m lost.  What were the directions to get there again?”

#writing #original fiction #urban fantasy #Writeblr #WIP #Empty Names #writing practice #writers on tumblr #creative writing #fantasy #fiction #my writing #emptynameswriting #Yes the title is a Night Vale reference but the similarities don't go much further than that #Also the NALSA emblem is a wolf-ified version of the NASA “Meatball” logo because MOON #and also Gita and Rani are low-key space nerds #Unfortunately there is no safe and ethical way to test the effects of sending a werewolf to the moon

[miekasa]

mie….could we please get college au eren headcanons👉🏽👈🏽

Of course. I’m always thinking about his big head anyway <33 might as well put it good use.

One thing he learned in college is how to make his hyperfocus/fixation episodes work for him; that’s why he schedules all his classes as close together as possible. He’d rather have class back to back for 5 hours, than have it spread out with hours in between lectures, because that increases his changes of cutting.

You can always tell when he’s in class and/or what class he’s in by how much he responds to your messages. If he doesn’t text back at all, he’s in a class that hard or one he enjoys, or both. But if he’s sending you iMessage games, then you know he’s in his elective that he couldn’t care else about (and is probably cheating in someway somehow lmfao). 

He usually puts his phone on dnd when he’s in a class that’s important, but you’re in his favorite contacts, so your messages always ring through. What if it’s an emergency and you need him for something? Advanced Roots of Human Biology can wait. 

Some days there are one or two our breaks between his lectures, that’s just how the scheduling works out. When that happens, he usually sneaks into one of your lectures, or goes to your place to take a nap. Your roommates have become accustomed to him, honestly they’ve been considering giving him a key. 

Once, he didn’t realize that your lecture was basically a seminar, with you, the prof and maybe six other students. He still stayed lmao, and the prof was so amazed by his dedication, that she didn’t even mind. Occasionally, you’ll catch the two of them talking after lecture. It’s pretty cute the way she’s adopted him into the class even tho he’s not on the roster. 

You... have to show him where the library is lmfao. He genuinely has not stepped foot in one until you bring him to one. He likes it tho lmao once he gets used to it. 

Speaking of which, do not give him standard directions to find your classes on campus because all you’ll get is, “Babe, I’m gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never heard of the ‘West Quad’ a day in my life. What building are you near.”

He usually comes to see you in the library after all his lectures are done for the day. Sometimes he does homework, sometimes he’s just fucking around on his computer, sometimes he’s just bothering you. When you have to leave to go to class, he stays behind to watch your stuff so you don’t have to pack everything up and come back. 

Very protective when it comes to keeping your seat for you. No, you cannot take that chair to your table you good for nothing freshman; it’s reserved for you. 

He’ll drag you out of the library if you’ve been cooped up all day, tho. Eren will use his height and his strength against you to get you up. Placates you with kisses when he sees your angry expression, and promises to buy you food.

He takes your backpack for you when you’re walking together,m. His backpack is frustratingly light all the time, even during midterms. You swear all he’s got in there is a pencil and some flashcards. 

If you have night classes, he sticks around to walk you home after, especially in the winter when it gets dark faster. If he’s not already on campus, he’ll walk/drive back to meet you; he just doesn’t like you going home alone. Even if your friend/roommate is in the class with you, Eren will walk or drive the both of you home for his own sanity. 

He plays sports, so he usually has practice most evenings, but he’ll find a way to make time. If practice was particularly brutal, he’ll probably crash at your place.

He loves it when you come to meet him after practice. His whole face lights up and he waves obnoxiously, before he gathers up his stuff and all but sprints towards you. You get a cold water bottle to the face, or a bit of water splashed on you usually, which he takes immense amusement in. 

He knows it’s not possible for you to make it to all of his games, and usually it doesn’t bother him much; you’ve got your own life, and work to worry about. All he asks is that you wear his jersey, or any item of his sports apparel/merch on game day (he’s partial to hoodies).

By the time junior year rolls around, he’s not all that interested in attending parties that aren’t hosted by your friends; so, unless it’s at Connie, Jean, or Reiner and Bertholdt’s place, Eren will usually decline. Even team parties, he’s not crazy about unless it’s to celebrate a championship or something. He’d much rather celebrate with you. 

He does get excited about hosting parties though, and he and Jean become pretty damn good co-hosts. They don’t throw ragers, and that’s probably why Eren likes it so much. It’s usually your friend group and a couple plus ones, some good music, games, weed, and take-out. 

He’ll buy you coffee whenever you ask for it. The first time, he just orders something plain, not really knowing the difference between anything; but give it two or three tries, and he’ll get it perfect. He becomes so good that he can order you something new/different and you’ll love it. 

That’s kind of the start of his own coffee addiction, and more often than not, when he buys you a cup, he’s on his second or third of the day himself. The flavor has really grown on him, okay. 

He much prefers your apartment, but on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to his. You’ve been studying for so long, a change of environment should do you good, he claims. He’s a fucking liar tho because that’s all Eren Talk for “I do genuinely want you to come over, but my plans are to coerce you out of doing your assignments and doing me instead.”

Lmfao he adds you on Apple Watch Rings just so you can see him close his rings every day and laugh at you. Even if yours get closed by virtue of walking around campus or working out or whatever, his numbers are stupidly high because he fucking has practice at least 4 days of the week. 

Of course when you’re running on a soccer field for 2 hours every day, you close your Move Ring five times, Eren. Leave the rest of us alone. 

He buys you guys matching accessories for your keychains. It’s something pretty cute, and slightly random, but it reminded him of you. It also serves as a reminder to himself to take his fucking keys with him when he leaves his house. 

He sleeps like a fucking rock, so do not let him fall asleep in the library. Waking him up is a mission, and he’s never happy to be woken up. He looks kinda cute tho. 

He schedules dates for you and his friends. Usually by accident, but hear me out. Sometimes he’ll make plans with Armin, then forget that he has class or a test or something; so his solution is to text you, “hey, i forgot min and i were supposed to go some aquarium tomorrow but i have a midterm so here’s the pdf of my ticket, go with him for me, thanks babe love u” then, boop, you and Armin have an aquarium date Friday evening. 

The same thing happens with Mikasa, though, she usually catches the scheduling conflict before Eren does, and invites you out herself. You and Mikasa hang out quite a bit anyway, so it comes to the point where she tells you when she’s gonna hang out with Eren, so you can make yourself free for when he inevitably remember he has a game that day. 

Mikasa is most amazed that you’ve put up with Eren this long lmao. You’ve certainly lessened her Eren & Armin babysitting hours, and for that she’s eternally grateful. Also, she’s just happy to have another close friend. She loves Eren and Armin, but they’re not the most social beings, and she was literally their only friend besides the other for all their childhood PLEASE she’s so happy you’re around. 

It’s Mikasa, however, who babysits you and Eren whenever you both get too drunk. Says you guys are two peas in a pod (affectionate<2)

If you tell Eren something important that happened, like an internship you got, or a good grade in a class, or something, he usually relays that information to his mom pls. He texts her every day, and if she doesn’t ask for an update on you first, he gives her one.

Carla calls you sometimes, too. At least once every few weeks, just to check on you herself. She really likes you for Eren, and is grateful someone is willing to put up with her hotheaded son. 

Eren’s always using your fucking chapstick. Always. You know he has his own, so why he needs to use yours is beyond you. Finds time to make some dumbass comment about how it’s an “indirect kiss” every time he uses it too. Like bro, we’re dating, and have had many direct kisses why are you like this.

He posts on Instagram every few weeks or so, but you’re on his story every few days. Usually, it’s just a video of you minding your business and doing your work while Eren slowly zooms in before making some loud noise to surprise you, all so he can get your reaction on video and laugh at it. He’s annoying. 

He’s a bit of a copycat when it comes to the products you use. He’ll buy the same brand of pens as you (for that matter, all of his school supplies mirror yours because what does he know about the difference between A4 and A5 notebooks?), put a little hand sanitizer on his backpack like yours (and a lotion, too, for good measure), he even copies your Starbucks order until he finds one he likes for himself. It’s one of his love languages <3

If you’re wondering where your eyelash curler went, Eren stole it to try it on himself, hurt himself, vowed to never use it again, went back because he wanted to “do it right and not give up,” liked the results when he didn’t pinch his eyelid, and now it’s his. 

That being said, stop trying to put your Fenty lipgloss on him, it’s never going to happen. Eye makeup, maybe, only if you sit in his lap and he can have his hands on your ass while you do it. 

What he does love is letting you do his skincare. He will set aside dedicated skincare nights, he adores it. Easily one of his favorite things ever. 

You have his wallet. Not because he’s your sugar daddy or anything (although, if you want something, he’d definitely let you use his card to get it; and even if you bought something without asking, he wouldn’t think twice about it), but because he put it in your bag once and never took it out. 

When you tried to give it back, he just shook his head and told you to keep it, “I have my ID in my phone case anyway, and you’re less likely to lose it. Plus I put all my cards on Apple Pay, so I’m good.”

When you do make it to a game of his, he’s all over you when it’s over. Not in a cocky athlete boyfriend kind of way; in a very sleepy boyfriend kind of way. He’s usually got ice on at least one part of his body, and he’s got half his body weight on you as you walk to the car. 

By the time you guys get back to your place, he’s practically sleep walking. The only thing on his mind is taking a hot shower to soothe his muscles, and heading to bed. The aftermath of game days aren’t all that bad though, because even if you didn’t show, you’re always there to kiss him when he’s home and massage his shoulders, and cuddle him to sleep; and that’s his favorite part. 

#anonymous #hes so fucking cute hes my fucking BOYFRIENDDDDDDDDD #eren x reader #aot x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #eren fluff #eren smut

[strangerthings4theories]

The Road To Eddie Munson: How I Predicted His Character In ST

Okay, okay. You’re gonna think I’m making this up, but...

...what if I told you I predicted Eddie’s character before he was announced?

The show put out their initial roster of new characters on November 20, 2020. Eddie Munson was included.

Well, before that, I had already noticed a nice big gap for a character like Eddie. I didn’t think the show would necessarily fill it, so I took it upon myself to design him. I called him Luke Torrance (a nod to The Shining) and intended to write fic about his and Billy’s rivalry. (I still intend to, though I might just replace him with Eddie, depending on how the show handles him.)

In this post, I’ll explain the gap I noticed that led me to create his character. In my next one, I’ll show you how Eddie Munson is already in position to fill the gap.

(I was gonna do it all in one go, but there’s too much to cover :p)

I’ll quote my notes for Luke Torrance to give you an idea of what he’s like:

Originally, Luke Torrance, who’s the same age as the Party, lived in a town neighboring Hawkins. The foster child of a sweet older couple, he was a bit of a loner, but he had dreams and ambitions. He loved music, played the electric guitar, and wanted to start a band.

Then, in late ‘86, he went missing. The community was abuzz with the news; tongues wagged. Was this disappearance connected to the ones in Hawkins? Just a few days later, however, he showed up again. He claimed he ran away, changed his mind, and came back. Most people accepted his explanation. The people closest to him did not. Something happened to him, they said to each other. He’s not the Luke we knew. He barely plays his guitar anymore. And what happened to his musical ambitions? He’s just floating through life now, like he’s waiting for something.

They were right: something did happen to Luke. That fateful night in ‘86, the real Luke was pulled into the Upside Down and killed. In his place, the Mind Flayer created a Doppelganger and sent him out into the world. The Mind Flayer had big plans for this false Luke, world-altering plans. Within a year, he’d take the first step in realizing them.

In the summer of ‘87, for seemingly unrelated reasons, Luke’s family moved to Hawkins. That fall, Luke began attending Hawkins High, where he met the Party.

Though similar to Billy in some ways - charming, rebellious, has a pierced ear, smokes cigarettes - Luke is also Billy’s complete opposite. He has dark hair and eyes, always wears black, stays quiet, and is more interested in lurking than vying for kingship. He doesn’t play sports or get into fights. He spends his time slouching in corners, lit cigarette in hand, watching everything with his eagle eyes.

Around the time I designed Luke, I created a “symbolism key” to use for him. Note the timestamp: October 22, 2020... a month before Eddie was announced.

Okay, cool. Why did I design a character like this, though? What did I want him to accomplish?

Simple: I wanted him to target El like Billy did in S3... except he’ll do it stealthily. 

The Mind Flayer has learned from his mistakes, you see. In S3, he was loud and clumsy in his pursuit of El. He made a big-ass monster out of melted people and stomped all around the countryside, making no effort at subtlety. And he failed. If he’s a smart adversary - and he is - he’ll revamp his approach. How, you ask?

By learning to be sneaky.

I didn’t come up with this idea on my own. I used a blueprint the show handed to me. Steve lays it out in S2 when he’s talking to Dustin on the railroad tracks.

STEVE: You just wait until, uh... until you feel it.

DUSTIN: Feel what?

STEVE: It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know? You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh... electricity, you know?

DUSTIN: Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere--

STEVE: No, no, no, no, no. Like a... like a sexual electricity.

DUSTIN: Oh!

STEVE: You feel that... and then you make your move.

DUSTIN: So that’s when you kiss her?

STEVE: No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo.

DUSTIN: Sorry.

STEVE: Sure, okay, some girls... yeah! They want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a... I don’t know, like a lion.

DUSTIN: Mmm.

STEVE: But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a... like a ninja.

At first glance, Steve is just running his mouth. (Lions and ninjas? Oh, Steve, you precious dork.) Dig a little deeper, though, and several markers identify his dialogue as a blueprint for the Mind Flayer’s behavior. 

1) The conversation is about pursuing a girl to "win" her. There's a sexual element to it, but you could easily remove that and make it about a predator hunting prey. This matches the central conflict of ST: the Mind Flayer is pursuing El. Brenner names the conflict in S1 as he’s leading El to the water tank--

“It’s reaching out to you... ‘cause it wants you. It’s calling to you. So don’t turn away from it this time.”

His line of dialogue is the “thesis statement” of the show. It’s embedded in the intro (S1) and forms the backbone of the narrative: 

In S1, El opens the first Gate, introducing the Upside Down to our world. At the climax, she defeats the Demogorgon, the Mind Flayer’s first servant. 

S2 deals with the evolving consequences of El opening the first Gate. At the climax, El closes the Gate (symbolically “turning away” from the Upside Down) and catches the Mind Flayer’s attention in the process. 

In S3, the Mind Flayer comes after El to kill her. She runs from him, and her friends intervene to save her.

In future seasons, the Mind Flayer will regroup and try again. but to corrupt her this time, not kill her The climax of the entire show will hinge on the resolution of their conflict. El will be forced to stop running and face the Mind Flayer head-on.

As Steve discusses pursuing a girl, he subtextually describes this conflict. (A lot of the meaning in ST happens at the subtextual level, which is why the show is so powerful. If you want to understand it, you have to look beneath the surface.) 

2) Steve brings up storms and electricity. This is a huge sign that we’re talking subtextually about the Mind Flayer. Whenever the Mind Flayer shows up, he brings a storm with him. We see this in Will’s visions in S2 and Billy’s mindscape in S3--

(^ S2 vs S3. The Mind Flayer is the storm!) 

Furthermore, the Upside Down has a strong connection to electromagnetic activity. Lights flicker. Phones get fried. Lightning flashes through the sky. You know how I’ve argued the Upside Down is symbolized by water? Well, it’s symbolized by electricity too.

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know? You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh... electricity, you know?” - Why yes, Steve. We do know!

3) Steve lays out two ways to pursue a girl. You can be aggressive like a lion or stealthy like a ninja. In S3, the Mind Flayer is aggressive in his pursuit of El, and this is reflected in his servant, Billy. 

I’ve already described Billy’s “lion” characterization in another post. Since it’s so important, I’ll describe it again.

Billy’s coloring is similar to a lion’s.

The sound design of the Camaro incorporates the roar of a big cat. (So does the sound design of the Demogorgon. Just fyi.) Listen to the Camaro in the first few seconds of this clip. Hear the roar? :)

When El comes to Billy in the Void, he’s made up to look like a lion: dark shading around the eyes, a golden “mane,” tan skin.

The Void scene evokes the story of Daniel in the lion’s den. El is Daniel, trapped in a symbolic cave with Billy, the lion who just might eat her.

Billy is as aggressive as the Mind Flayer. He stomps around, barges through locked doors, slams people into walls, throws them around, opens gates with brute force...

No wonder the Mind Flayer fails. He’s coming on too strong, and it scares El away! 

These three markers - the topic of pursuing a girl, the mention of storms and electricity, and the mention of lions - identify Steve’s dialogue as a blueprint for the Mind Flayer’s behavior. In S3, we see the first half of Steve’s blueprint in action, with Billy filling the role of the “lion.”

As I took this in, I realized there’s an opening for a character who becomes the Mind Flayer’s “ninja.” And the way this character is described, as an alternative to the lion, implies he’ll be Billy’s dark reflection.

This character would emulate Billy while also being his opposite. Hence my design choices. Like Billy, Luke loves heavy metal; has a pierced ear and rocker vibe; lost his parents (Billy still has his dad, but Neil’s not a “real” dad), and moved to Hawkins from somewhere else. Unlike Billy, he has dark hair and eyes, always wears black, and stays relatively quiet. He’s a ninja, not a lion.

So when the production told us about Eddie Munson...

...I  S H R I E K E D.

More on that in my next post!

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P.S. If you’re not convinced, consider the Halloween party in S2. In a sly nod to the audience, the scene shows us the lion and the ninja together! (Well, a ninja.) Billy, the “lion,” is shown next to Tommy, who’s dressed as a member of the Cobra Kai from The Karate Kid. They even present themselves side by side to Steve. This happens before Steve has his talk with Dustin, so you could say he got the idea from them. ("A lion... and a ninja! Hmm!")

I caught this after I designed Billy’s dark reflection, so it was another moment of loud shrieking.

(And no, I’m not saying Tommy is the ninja. He’s a minor character, not nearly compelling enough to grow into the role. The scene is using him as a symbolic placeholder. Someone - a major character on par with Billy - is going to step in to fill that space.)

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[fruitcoops]

Omg can you write about coops going live on instagram and answering TONS of fans questions? And just being domestic and cute together in general

I can, yes! This is partially the 450 celebration--to the lovely person who suggested writing a sequel to one of my favorites, please know that I love and appreciate you! Coop credit goes to @lumosinlove

Check out Part 1 here

“Is it working? I think it’s working.” An explosion of hearts covered the screen and Remus’ eyebrows rose. “Yep, definitely working. Hello, Instagram! I’m Remus Lupin, winger for the Lions.”

“And I’m Sirius Black, center and team captain.” Sirius waved at the phone. “We had a great time answering your questions last month and we figured we’d come back to do it again, since there were so many people we couldn’t get around to in those few minutes.”

“I can already see a bunch coming in. Should we start?” Remus asked, turning to him with a small smile.

“You go first.”

“Alright, first question….” He squinted at the screen. “How long have we been together? We’ve been dating for just over a year now, but we’ve known each other for three-ish.”

Sirius snorted when he read the next question. “What do we do in our free time? It’s cute that you think we have free time. Um, we read a lot. Sometimes I’ll play video games with the guys.”

“If we have a free weekend, we’ll go hiking or take a short road trip. Practice takes up four or five hours a day, so we’re very low-key, which I think surprises people.” Remus scrolled down a bit. “What are our favorite foods?”

“Don’t say it.” Sirius said immediately. “Don’t you dare.”

“Fine, fine.” Just as Sirius began to answer, he coughed, “pineapple pizza.”

“No!” Sirius smacked Remus on the arm with a pillow as he laughed. “Menace. My favorite food is pasta, because it’s versatile and I’m not a heathen. All of you who are agreeing with him, stop it right now. I’m very disappointed in your tastebuds. Next question…do either of us cook? We do, yeah.”

Remus gave him a look. “Do you, though?”

“That’s a funny thing to hear coming from the man who said he’d die for one of my grilled cheeses yesterday,” Sirius countered.

“Fair point. Yes, we both cook, but I generally do it more often because I enjoy it.”

Sirius looked back at the camera with sad eyes. “He kicked me out of the kitchen last week.”

“You kept stealing bites of soup!” Remus laughed. “It wasn’t even done, you could have gotten salmonella!”

“You can’t get salmonella from soup,” Sirius scoffed. The comment section went wild. “…apparently you can. Huh.”

“Next question, before we get too off-track. Who is the more dramatic one?” Remus folded his hands and rested his chin on top. “I’m giving you three guesses and the first two don’t count.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re plenty dramatic.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“Moving on! Oooo, this one is for me specifically.” He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist as he read. “Sirius: does Regulus—you spelled that wrong by the way, there’s only one ‘g’—does Regulus still live with you? If yes, how does that work?”

“I’m telling him someone spelled his name wrong,” Remus said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “He’ll get a kick out of it.”

“He’ll be so pissed,” Sirius agreed. “Nope, Reg moved out a few months ago and now lives with Pascal Dumais, but it was really neat to have him around. He’s still got a room here and it was nice spending so much time with him after we didn’t talk for a while. He’s awful about vacuuming, though.”

“Aw, people think that’s cute.” Remus smiled as he read the responses. “Ohoho, people are getting nosy. What do we argue about the most?”

“I’m not sure, actually. Maybe chores?”

“I was going to say practice time. We’ve gotten into a couple tiffs about watching tape or running drills after we get home.”

“That’s true.” Sirius frowned at the screen. “For those of you who apparently think that’s all one-sided: it’s really not.”

“He came downstairs to get me at ten or eleven at night the other day. We’re both hockey nerds, so it happens from time to time.”

“Are we going to keep doing tiktoks? Oh, for sure, they’re a ton of fun.”

“Absolutely. Where else am I going to get the inspiration to glue things shut just to irritate him?”

Sirius shook his head with a smile. “Diablotin.”

“Nothing like being called a gremlin by your fiancé,” Remus laughed, tapping the screen. “Okay…who’s the best in bed?”

“I’d say we both sleep really well,” Sirius said. “You talk sometimes, which is really funny.”

Remus glanced over. “Do I really?”

“Yep. I think you were grocery shopping the other night. You kept saying orange juice very adamantly.”

“Interesting. I agree, though, we both value sleep.”

“There are too many questions!” Sirius scooted forward and sifted through them. “To jay-mac 2001, we both love kids and might have some in a few years. No, mermaid queen, we don’t really have friends outside of hockey because we don’t have lives outside of hockey—” Remus leaned his forehead on Sirius’ shoulder as he laughed. “—but I’m sure that will change someday. Oh, here’s a fun one: what are our love languages?”

“Our what?”

“Love languages. Like the Buzzfeed quiz Pots made us take last week.” The screen lit up and Sirius looked offended. “Of course we know what Buzzfeed is! We’re 25, you fuckers!”

“I think mine was quality time.”

Sirius pulled Remus’ arm further around his shoulders and leaned into his side with a smile. “It’s physical affection,” he singsonged, making him laugh. “Your turn.”

“Have you finally found your song?” Remus read aloud. “I think so! We did an interview a while back and there was a question about our ‘couple song’, which we didn’t have at the time.”

“That didn’t answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Oh! Shit, sorry. It’s La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf.”

Sirius read the next question and snorted. “This is convenient. Who swears more?”

Remus looked away. “It’s, uh, a tie.”

“That’s such a lie.”

He sighed. “It’s probably me.”

“You taught a literal baby to swear.” Sirius turned back to the camera with a wicked grin. “Harry’s first word was ‘Loops’, but his second was ‘shit’ and there’s an eighty percent chance he learned it from Re.”

“Changing the subject!” Remus cleared his throat, then smiled. “Aw, I like this one. What’s the compliment you get most often from your partner?”

“Does it have to be verbal?”

“Sirius.”

Sirius’ eyes went wide. “Not like that! Oh, fuck, I did not mean that! You always touch my hair, so I figured that was a compliment. Merde.”

Remus shook his head. “We need a supervisor again. Anyways, you talk about my freckles all the time and it’s adorable.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Sap.”

“Yeah.” Sirius kissed his cheek. “What’s the best date I’ve ever been on? We went ice skating at the local rink a few weeks ago and it was so much fun. I had never done that before.”

Remus’ eyebrows rose. “I thought for sure you would say the aquarium.”

“The aqu—oh, right! With the jellyfish arch!”

“Yeah!”

“Now it’s a tie, I can’t decide.”

“That’s fair. From spaceman93: who tops? We actually don’t have a bunk bed, though that would be cool as hell! Do you think Ikea sells them?”

“We should check.”

The screen exploded into activity again and Remus did a double-take. “Yes, we do buy our furniture from Ikea, there’s no need to sound so shocked. This person—I can’t read your username, sorry—wants to know which of us is more cuddly.”

“Definitely me,” Sirius said.

“For sure. I like cuddling people, but only a select few. I mean, I’m assuming you guys saw the Cap cuddles slideshow at our last game.” He laughed when Sirius turned pink. “Why are you embarrassed? It was cute!”

“There’s a hashtag now!” Sirius complained. “I have a reputation.” Remus rolled his eyes fondly as Sirius looked for the next question. “Ha! Do we ever get jealous?”

“Yes, but not for the reasons people might think.”

Sirius laughed quietly. “We went out to a bar for Kasey’s birthday a month or so ago—”

“Oh, please no.”

“—and a young lady was hitting on me, not taking the hint—”

“Jesus.”

“—so Re comes out of nowhere and kisses me full on the mouth in front of everyone.” He snickered and Remus hid his face in his hands. “It was kinda hot, not gonna lie. Really funny looking back, though. Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Who is clumsier? Ooh, we’re both disasters off the ice. I tripped over the carpet about twenty minutes ago.”

“I’ve run into every doorframe in this house at least twice.” Sirius grimaced. “If I could just tape my skates to my feet and always be on ice, that would be much safer.”

Remus cocked his head to the side. “I dunno, it would be hard to sleep in them.”

“I do that all that time.”

“That’s true, you take a nap in the hall at least once a week in full gear.”

“Reverse Edward Scissorhands.” They had to take a moment to stop laughing before Sirius turned back to the phone. “Mon dieu. Alright, what do we have next…when did you know I was ‘the one’? When did you know, mon amour?”

“Breaking out the nicknames, very snazzy,” Remus teased as he rested his chin on his hand. “I think it was just an accumulation of things, and then one day I went ‘oh shit’ and just knew. Sometime around New Year’s, maybe?”

“You only made it two months?” Sirius teased, nudging him lightly.

“Shush, you.” Remus nudged him back. “I knew I wanted to propose when I came home from hanging out with Leo and you were napping with the dog. You had done the dishes and left Avatar on so we could watch it together, and I opened the door and knew that I wanted that moment forever.”

Sirius smile was unbearably soft, and he kissed Remus on the cheek as hearts filled the comments section. “I’ve never seen so many keysmashes in my life,” he laughed when he looked back to it. “Hey, someone addressed one to you specifically.”

“Really?” He leaned forward eagerly. “To Remus, do you feel like part of the team yet? I do, a hundred percent! It helped that I was close with a lot of the guys from being the PT, so those friendships carried over really well. Being a player on the roster has only made that better and it’s the best job in the world.”

“Who has the better smile? We’re going to say each other, so I think we’ll leave that one to the comments—fuck, that was a bad idea, it’s moving too fast for me to read!” Sirius tapped the screen desperately, then gave up and waited for the scrolling to slow down. “Ask each other one question you’ve always wanted to know the answer to.”

“Do you actually want to get your ears pierced?” Remus asked. “You talked about it a while ago but I wasn’t sure if you were kidding.”

Sirius thought for a minute, biting his lip. “Y’know, I might. It was one of those things where it started as a joke and then I kept thinking about it. I’m not sure, hockey’s not the best sport to have things that can catch and tear.” They both winced at the idea. “My turn. What is it about pineapple pizza that you actually enjoy?”

“It annoys you.” Remus laughed as Sirius rolled his eyes. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I honestly don’t know why I like it so much. There’s something about the sweetness that goes so well with the regular pizza taste. Okay, last question for me: how many freckles do I have? Not many right now.”

“So many in the summer,” Sirius said dreamily. “That’s the best part of summertime and the only reason I like Florida. They might have bouncy ice, but it’s worth it to see the freckles pop.”

“Whew, Florida’s getting mad in the comments!” Remus grinned. “Get some real ice, then come talk to us.”

“Final question, then we really have to go. What does your partner look best in?” Sirius drummed his fingers on his knees. “His jersey. Or my jersey. He does own a pair of skinny jeans, though, and that was the closest thing to a religious experience I’ve ever had.”

“They’re comfortable.” Remus shrugged, but he looked rather self-satisfied. “That’s all we have time for, folks, but thanks for joining us!”

“Go Lions!”

[swervestrickland]

Why do ppl hate cody?

i can't speak for everyone, but i can speak for myself.

under the cut bc it's a long one. i also toe the line of kayfabe and not kayfabe quite a bit but just know that i'm always open to changing my opinions on people. i am a fickle bitch.

a) the first time i ever encountered him in wrestling, he was a heel creating a civil war within the bullet club. first impression? cody bad.

b) the next time i saw him, he was in aew. i already knew he was an evp, i already knew he was part of the elite, or had been. evps = authority = i'm not a fan. the same way i dislike stephanie mcmahon or shane mcmahon. i dislike authority figures, especially if i feel that they will use their authority to either use up valuable tv time or put themselves in matches i do not feel they deserve to be in. i felt the same way when i thought the bucks were gonna win the first tag team tournament aew had in fall of 2019.

b part 2) unprotected chair shot

b part 3) pharaoh the dog brought to a show where they did pyro and was visibly upset by this

c) no matter what, for the first many months of dynamite, cody ALWAYS had a segment. and his entrance took up like three extra minutes than anyone else on the card. however, i will say that he did a great job of showcasing the young talent; many of the wrestlers who had matches against cody in the first two quarters are now some of aew's biggest young stars.

d) the bucks gave hangman shit for not showing up to help them in a few instances on television in those first couple episodes and didnt say shit about cody not being there -even though he did eventually show up to help once or twice. this could just be because they werent certain whether cody was going to continue to be in the actual elite. but regardless, it pissed me off.

e) during all of this, i do believe there was a moment on twitter where people thought they found his personal anonymous twitter and he was talkin some mad controversial shit that i cant honeslty remember anymore so you can feel free to ignore this one

f) genuinely tired of seeing him on tv and taking up time, especially when there were so many talented wrestlers they had on their roster that were on dark mainly that needed time on television

g) when malakai black showed up and cody got boo'd and then beaten, live in front of my eyes, it felt like the narrative was that he was so shocked and upset by the loss and the fans' reactions that he decided he was gonna retire right then and there. which is bullshit because you just made a new wrestler's win all about you. to me it felt like he was so emasculated by the loss that he was just gonna give up and that's dumb as hell. arn actually ended up taking up the same opinion as me which was cool as heck :)

h) after the promo on dynamite this week talking about how he will not turn, and then the rhodes to the top episode from tonight basically confirming this, that he doesnt want to turn heel, or at least faux-shooting that he doesnt want to become heel, i'm upset because it feels like he wants to ram down my throat that he is a babyface like his father before him and i do not and cannot accept this. you do not have to be the good guy to become a legend. most of the best babyfaces i've ever seen were heels first. because a heel has a whole lot more range!!!! it gives the wrestler so much more creatively to work with and being a dick is just fucking fun like??? who doesnt like seeing a wrestler have fun??? i guarantee you, you give cody a long ass heel run, that man becomes babyface in a couple years and we'll cheer him again. like tf. it's like roman. they tried to make roman the babyface guy for years and it just didnt work. turn him heel? bruh. he made my HUSband, who absolutely DESPISED him, into a roman fan. and if he turned face again?? he'd still love him. it is what it is, man. learn what works and what doesn't like. idk.

please note: there are also lots of things that i like about cody. i like that he is a great promo and a great wrestler. im never bored when he's on screen except that one feud with ogogo bc i just disliked the whole premise. and he always makes me cry when he cries and i do believe that's because of his great speaking ability. i saw him live in atlanta for the cage match against wardlow and i thought it was brilliant, really put wardlow over even though he lost i think, and the off-air speech he gave to his hometown was once again a tear jerker. i love to hate him, and i just wish that he would give me the chance to boo him like i want to.

but anyway this is just me and idk about everyone else. hope this makes even a crumb of sense.

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[pixiebuggiewrites]

Sorry Wrong Number!

Description: When Damian Wayne receives a mysterious text message he's not sure what to make of it. Little did he know that it would lead him down a rabbit hole of information regarding a villain in Paris and a superhero team led by a girl in red and black spots.

Meanwhile, the Miraculous team is struggling. they're down a member and there's seems to be a new peacock in town. The teams only hope is to reach out for help-leading to new alliances, friendships, and romance.

This is my first real fanfic so any constructive criticism is appreciated!! Just keep it friendly please

Masterpost - Next - Ao3 link

Chapter 1: Marinette’s bad day

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was no stranger to bad days. In fact, over the past two years she had become well acquainted with them.

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Two years ago If you told her that Lila Rossi would somehow actually manage to take almost everything away from the then 14 year old designer she probably wouldn't have believed you. She had faith in her friends which, looking back was a pretty big mistake. She was less than surprised when most of her classmates began freezing her out. It stung but it’s not like they ever really helped her during Chloe’s original reign of terror so in a sense nothing really changed except for the person behind the pain.

What did surprise her-and perhaps stung the most-was that her closest friends left her as well. Alya had been enamored by stories of celebrities and quick to end their friendship when Lila cried about all of the terrible things Marinette had done and said to the transfer student. Nino remained mostly neutral but was dating Alya so it wasn’t exactly easy to hang out like they used to.

And Adrien? What a bullet she dodged there.

The sweet boy who gave her an umbrella and became her first real crush had proven himself to be way too passive. His many speeches about the high road and how nobody was being hurt had chipped away at that crush until there was barely a spark left.

A spark that was finally put out when she discovered that he was her (now former) superhero partner.

Luckily the young heroine wasn't completely alone. While she hadn't told them the full story with the Lila situation lest either of them get akumatized her parents still had a sixth sense for when she was low on fumes and would always find a way to brighten her day. Her Uncle Jagged and Aunt Penny were still there too, having become part of her family in all but blood and name. It had come as quite a shock the first time she came downstairs for family game night and saw the two of them sipping hot-cocoa and exchanging stories with her parents as Fang slept on the floor, But it had slowly become a regular occurrence in the Dupain-Cheng household for them to drop by whenever they had the time.

She had made new friends too. Her and Luka grew closer and even dated for a couple months before realizing that their melodies worked better platonically, becoming best friends ever since. The two would regularly have  ‘creativity sessions’ where Luka would test out his newest songs as Mari worked on her designs.

Her and Kagami had also grown closer once they both realized that their blossoming friendship was more valuable than a battle over a boy that they both had kinda grown out of their feelings for. They had started meeting once a week to enjoy some orange juice and fence and it had just evolved from there, Marinette had even been the first person Kagami came out to as gay. Kagami was also the first person she decided to share her identity as a superhero with. Luka had already known-a result of his second akuma as Viperion-but it felt different to make an active decision to share that part of her life with someone.

The most surprising addition to her friend group though, was one Chloe Bourgeois. Marinette wasn't really sure what to expect when the blonde had asked her to talk after school one day, but it certainly was not an apology. Chloe had explained that she had been in therapy for the past few months trying to better herself, and that seeing how Lila was really drove the point home for her in accepting how wrong her previous actions had been. Their friendship was rocky at first, as that much history doesn’t just disappear overnight, but it had slowly grown as the heiress proved over time how she really had changed. Sitting next to each other in class had led to them passing notes which led to them grabbing lunch together sometimes which somehow, eventually, led to the two becoming pseudo-sisters. She had been the third person to find out she was Ladybug, when one day she swung into her room mid-transformation only to realize that Chloe had shown up early for their sleepover that night.

At some point in all of this, her three friends also became friends with each other, forming a close knit group. Their varied personalities all seemed to balance each other out, which made them the perfect team in more ways than one.

 Which is why she decided to make them all permanent Miraculous holders.

Shortly after her 16th birthday, Master Fu asked her to take over as guardian of the Miracle box. He wasn't getting any younger and had managed to find a way to preserve his memories after passing on guardianship, so that he could still help should the need ever arise. Marinette was apprehensive but she had technically finished all of her training and she wanted Fu to have a chance at a nice retirement so she said yes.

The next day, just hours after she wished her teacher safe travels she made a very important decision. A decision to revoke Chat Noir’s ring.

You see, as Guardian it's kind of important to know who holds the magical pieces of jewelry that are your job to protect. Therefore Fu made the ever wise decision to tell her before promptly riding off into the sunset.

To say that Marinette was upset at the atomic bomb dropped on her was a bit of an understatement. She actually made the executive decision to have Kaalki portal her out of Paris just so that she could mentally unpack everything without risking an akuma. She stared up at the sky from the field she had landed in for what felt like hours and eventually came to accept a few things that she’d honestly been feeling for awhile.

Like the fact that sacrificing himself every other battle wasn't actually that heroic, especially when most of the hits he took for her she would have dodged anyways. Or the fact that he would act out whenever she asked him to take things more seriously by showing up late to akumas and threatening to quit. She had been considering talking to Fu about his behavior for awhile but was always stopped by the fact that they had been fighting together since day one, she wanted to believe in her kitty but finding out he was Adrien had been the last straw.

As Adrien, he had remained passive in the face of injustice many times. He had rarely if ever taken any real action in stopping Chloe’s behavior and he seemed to be taking the same approach with Lila. She understood that Gabriel definitely was partly to blame for his skewed worldview, but Adrien had been going to public school for 4 years now. He had been present for multiple mental health awareness assemblies and they had even appeared together as Ladybug and Chat in an anti-bullying PSA a couple years ago. It honestly baffled her that he still truly believed that the high road method could work.

Simply put, she just couldn't trust him to act as a hero anymore. She made a plan, but for it to work she needed help.

Well she had been planning to expand team Miraculous anyways, but this gave her the perfect chance to set those plans into motion. Marinette needed people she could work well with and she just happened to know three people who would make perfect teammates. Luka had already been appearing as Viperion more as Chat showed up to less fights, so the only real change was that Sass would get to go home with him at the end of the day. Chloe had been a bit harder seeing as all of Paris knew she had been Queen Bee, but Marinette was nothing if not determined. After a couple of weeks of her working with Chloe and Pollen on a new suit design, Abeille Royale was born. The finishing touch was Chloe and the new hero to be spotted near each other in public with some assistance from Trixx and they were good to go. Which just left Kagami.

Her original plan had been similar for the one she had for Chloe, but then she remembered something. To preserve balance the Miraculous of destruction needed to remain active, which meant she needed a new black cat. Now she could have jumped in front of oncoming traffic to see who saved her, but she was not willing to test her luck that much even with the boost Tikki gave her. This meant she needed to pick someone she already trusted. She didn't see a Chloe/Plagg team up going well for anyone involved so that was gonna be a hard no. Luka would have possibly worked, but the power of the snake was just too valuable of an asset to take off the roster. But Kagami? Now that would work.

While it was true that Kagami was much more well suited for the dragon, she would still work well as the black cat. She enjoyed a bit of chaos, but was disciplined enough to not be dragged into any of Plagg’s crazier ideas. She also understood the responsibility of holding such a powerful item, not one to take such a duty lightly. After talking with her about it Kagami had accepted the position becoming Kuro Neko.

After that they just had to get the ring back which was surprisingly easy. As Chat didn't know that she had given out more Miraculous again, she just had to wait for him to show up to a patrol. She played distraction and Abeille snuck up behind him with a venom, freezing him as she took back the ring. Finally, she cast a spell that would prevent him from sharing anything about him being Chat Noir as a safety measure. While he may not have as much knowledge about the miraculous as her, he did have some information and she was not going to risk letting Hawkmoth get his hands on any of it. And with that problem solved she finally had her team.

And from there things got a bit easier, with an actual team helping her and the seeming disappearance of Mayura akuma fights began to end way quicker and it felt like they were slowly making progress towards finding Hawkmoth. 

But when can things ever stay that nice?

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Again, Marinette was no stranger to bad days but coupled with the week she had been having so far her patience was wearing thin.

Earlier that week, Chloe had shown up to the bakery in near tears. After calming down she shared the news that her Mother was going back to the states on Thursday, which while a bummer wasn't the issue. The issue was that she was bringing Chloe with her. While the blonde was happy to be getting time with her Mom, she didn’t want to abandon her team. Marinette assured her that while she wouldn't be able to be on the front lines anymore, she didn't have to quit the team. Seeing as the young heiress was scarily organised (perhaps even more than Marinette) She could continue to remotely assemble case files on each akuma and keeping tabs on any possible leads to Hawkmoth's identity. In addition, the city Chloe was moving to seemed to have heroes with ties to the justice league so they could finally try to get help again since they never responded to the video messages Ladybug sent at the beginning of her hero career. She had no idea how news of the akumas never made it out of France, but she suspected it was a mix of magic and corrupt officials. The plan was to have Abeille track down the heroes and explain the situation, with Ladybug teleporting in if necessary, and to establish a line of communication between them while requesting assistance.

From there the rest of the week was spent with the four friends enjoying as much time as possible together before their bee had to fly an ocean away. Kagami and Chloe also finally admitted their feelings for each other and while long distance isn't easy, they were going to try and make it work. And if Marinette lent out Kaalki every once in awhile? Well nobody had to know. If anything it was her duty as future maid of honor.

But still Thursday came and tears were shed as Chloe got ready to board her private jet. As hard as it was they stayed and watched as she took off, before all heading back to their respective homes.

Which brings us to today, the first day of school Marinette would have to endure without Chloe.

The day started off well enough, She woke up on her first alarm for once which gave her plenty of time to do some morning meditation before getting ready and heading down to the bakery and grabbing breakfast. She enjoyed a small croissant and some fruit while catching up her parents and helping out here and there before heading out to school.

Which is when her day began to sour. 

First she ‘tripped’ over somebody's foot while heading up the front stairs. Then in English, it was announced that they would have a partner assignment and she was paired with Alya, her former best friend who now hates her guts. At least it wasn't Lila. Alya tried to get switched on the grounds of ‘not wanting to work with a bully’ but partner assignments were final so the red haired girl settled for glaring at her throughout the class leading up to their lunch hour.

Things didn't get much better after lunch either. She came back to class early to avoid bumping into Lila’s group in the courtyard only to come face to face with the liar minutes later when the girl came to the back of the class and ‘spilled’ her iced coffee on the designer’s sketchbook. On the bright side, Marinette only ever brought a travel book with her to school after the first time this kind of thing happened. It was still annoying to clean up though.

After that, the rest of the school day went by mostly without incident. There were a couple of little jabs from her former friends here and there but nothing she wasn't already used to.

Eventually the final bell rang and she breathed a sigh of relief. She had a new bath bomb waiting for her at home and she was excited to use it. But first she had to get out of school without having to interact any further with her classmates, which turned out to be easier said than done.

Adrien decided to invite himself to walk her home, which meant she was due for another speech about the high road. She honestly wasn't even sure what she did this time and she didn’t really care to find out.

These talks had become such a regular occurrence that she tended to just kind of zone him out as he followed her home. It was kind of impressive that his bodyguard never came for him, maybe Gabriel gave in and loosened the leash after Nathalie quit? She was a bit surprised he still hadn’t found a replacement considering it must be quite difficult to run such a large company when you never leave your house but she supposed that's what technology is for.

Eventually, they reached the bakery and the bluenette was free at last. She even took the side entrance that led directly into the apartment stairs so that Adrien couldn't follow her in. She may have been a little petty in closing the door a bit harder than necessary, but she didn't really have the energy to care at that point.

The rest of her evening went by in relative peace. She had already caught up on homework over lunch and it was a slow time of year for commissions, so she helped out in the bakery until after dinner.

After telling her parents good night, she went to go enjoy her bath. Just as she went to go unwrap her fancy bath bomb, her room began to shake, causing the bath bomb to fall from her hands and shatter on the floor. Before she could even process the poor cherry-blossom scented bombs fate, the akuma alarm sounded. While that explained her room shaking, having to fight hawkmoths fashion disaster of choice really wasn’t how she wanted to end her already crappy day. Nevertheless, she walked back into her bedroom, slightly grateful  that she hadn't actually gotten in the bathtub yet, and called for Tikki.

Tikki, who was already waiting after hearing the akuma alarm flew over and gave her the rundown on what had been in the alert.

“It seems to be a new akuma, powers are unknown but they're headed for the Eiffel tower, Kuro Neko and Viperion are already on the scene since it was their night for patrol anyways.” the small Kwami informed her.

Marinette sighed in resignation. New akumas were always a bit of a pain. Not knowing the enemies powers and weaknesses was dangerous, not to mention it made the battle drag out a good bit longer than one against a repeat. Her work wasn't over after the battle though. The next day she would need to assemble all of the information regarding the battle, track down and conduct an interview with the victim about what led up to their possession, and send it all over to Chloe so that she can assemble a case file. 

Accepting the fact that she likely was not going to get much sleep that night, The heroine got into fight mode.

“Tikki spots on!”

And with that, she swung off into the night.

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Well well well look who finally got around to cross-posting this asdfg, anyways I hope you enjoyed chapter 1!! I have 5 chapters up on ao3 at the moment so I’ll probably post one a day here until I'm caught up so that I'm not spamming the tag on accident.

Oh also!! I'm not really sure how tag lists work but I will try my best to figure it out so if you wanna be included in that just reply and say so.

#maribat #daminette #maridami #ml x dc #sorry wrong number #buggiewrites

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I don’t remember if i sent this one in or not but:

Devin AU Headcanon (Due to the horrible booking of Lashley vs Brock): Her first promo in AEW: “Before I signed here, I told TK that I want a home. I thought NJPW was my forever home, but it wasn’t. In a way, it was like my childhood home. I can go back whenever I want, but it’s not a place I can stay in forever. And I realized this a couple years ago. So I left NJPW and I went to a company that taught me a lot. It taught me that I don’t know who I am as a wrestler. I thought I did. I went out and people knew my name and they believed in me. But the longer I stayed in that company, the more I stopped believing in myself. So I left. I left with no direction, no home. So when Tony Khan reached out and asked how I felt about coming here, I told him I didn’t know. I told him I didn’t know if the Devin he wanted to sign was the Devin I saw in the mirror everyday. So he said he understood and then we hung up. And then a couple of weeks later, I went to Full Gear. And I saw matches like MJF vs Darby Allin, Christian Cage and Jurassic Express against Adam, Matt, and Nick, CM Punk and Eddie Kingston, and Hangman vs Kenny. Hell I saw both women’s matches go over ten minutes. I saw those matches and it felt like watching your high school homecoming game. It reminded me of why I got into wrestling in the first place. Why I started wrestling. So I went home and I started training. I started practicing some old stuff and some new stuff. And I called Tony back, and I asked him if there was still a place for me. And we all know how that conversation went cause I’m standing right in front of all you right now. I don’t know how these next couple years are gonna go. But I know that no matter who I face in this ring, I’m gonna kick ass and prove to everyone that I am the best wrestler in the world. I may not have known that a couple months ago, but I know that now. And no one’s gonna take that away from me again.”

And then Britt Baker comes out and says that her championship proves that she’s the best woman on the roster, but she’s interrupted by Serena Deeb. And then they have a triple threat match at Revolution (not a title match).

Hell yeah! I literally got goosebumps while reading this, especially this line: “But I know that no matter who I face in this ring, I’m gonna kick ass and prove to everyone that I am the best wrestler in the world.” Absolutely wonderful promo. Powerful, emotive, incredible.

#au wrestlers game