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The new Punch Punch Forever! is full of homages to wrestling past and present. There's a clear Bret Hart, Aja Kong, Shinsuke Nakamura analogue here (as well as a weird Sting with wings for ears)...

...and a motherfucking Jushin "Thunder" Liger!!

But that's not all!

There's an Asuka and a Bull Nakano...and...

This mad monster hottie is voiced by MAKI FUCKING ITOH and she ONLY curses in ENGLISH oh my God it's so good.

Go watch Punch Punch Forever!

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Images from the OVA Staff Art Book

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“Go to hell!”: Overused. Boring. Cliche.

“I hope you go to hell.” : Better. Threatening. Deeper show of emotion.

“If you should ever get to heaven, I’ll be there to make it hell.”: Perfection. Poetry. A deeper commitment than the devil himself has ever shown.

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sometimes a man hurts every woman in his life because his true soulmate is a man. then he also hurts every man in his life because he’s just an asshole like that

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Flufftober 2024: Day 1

Steven x Reader; "I will be the moon to your sun. And I will gather all the stars in the sky to make you smile."

"How did I let you talk me into dancing in heels again?" You chuckled, nudging Steven in the ribs, "The blisters will not be worth it."

"But you looked so amazing, mi amor." He smirked softly, gently tugging you close; causing you to drop your heels, "Such graceful movements would induce jealousy in swans, mi hermosa rosa."

You couldn't help the rampant blush as you bumped into Steven's chest. Only slightly annoyed with how you dropped the pretty, foot-hurting shoes, you didn't want to get them scuffed after all. But the way Steven was leaning over your shoulder, continuing to whisper in your ear as his warmth seeped into your body.

"Though I suppose I should do something to help you." You shivered as he lifted your chin, his breath dancing across your skin, "Ensure you enjoy the rest of the evening."

It took all your mental strength to push him off. As nice as this felt, as much as you loved the attention and affection, you wanted to relax for once without things going straight to the bedroom. Steven let go easily enough, that stupidly handsome, smug smirk hardly covered as he kissed the back of your hand.

"I need to wash this face paint off before I look like a teenager again." You swooped to adjust your shoes by the door, "I'll be back in a second."

"Take your time, mi amor."

Steven's expression softened, eyes following you as you climbed the stairs. Tugging his tie, carefully stripping off his jacket, and laying both across a stool in the kitchen; Steven planned for a much quieter evening than he was letting on. Plucking a pair of wine glasses from the cupboard, along with a bottle he'd been saving for who knows how long, he hummed softly while setting the coffee table. Fully intending to relax and watch whatever movie that caught your eye.

As you re-entered the living room, Steven was laying out a couple blankets. A few candles were lit around a charcuterie board and wine, it was clear that Steven had tumble-dried the blankets as you settled on the end of the couch.

Steven had been quite adamant that you relax while he fixed everything up. Playfully teasing you about your sore feet before he snuggled up behind you, gently rubbing your upper thigh while you both adjusted.

"And here I thought you'd be getting a little more comfortable." Steven mumbled as his hand slipped under the lower hem of your dress, "No that I'm complaining in the slightest."

Leaning back against his chest, "Surprisingly, this dress is comfortable. Unlike how your suit looks."

Chuckling softly, Steven sipped at his wine, "You're only half right, mi amor. Why else would I remove my belt, tie, and jacket?"

"Oh, I can think of a few reasons." You smirked, "Other than snuggling on the couch after going out on a date..."

"Is that an offer?" He craned his neck slightly, his lips grazing the edge of your neck, "Or are you admitting this dress isn't that comfy?"

You could barely mumble a response as your body adjusted on its own. Steven moved the decorative pillows as you both adjusted, he was half laying on you. Gently rubbing your sides as he settled closer over your lower abdomen, looking up at you with a soft, simmering, loving look. The kind that made you blush like a girl with a crush.

Losing track of time as you and Steven snuggled, adjusting to avoid becoming numb, swapping movies and just enjoying each other's company. It wasn't the only thing you'd lost track of, as the bottle of wine emptied relatively quickly given how neither of you ever seemed to touch your glasses between soft conversation.

"[Name], mi amor." Steven scooted a little closer, not that you weren't close enough already to hear his soft whispering over the TV, "Mi hermosa rosa, te amo. Tu sonrisa ilumina el día, cada momento que paso contigo es un tesoro precioso."

Your attempt to stop Steven from rambling off in Spanish didn't quite work the way you thought it would. With your hands framing his ridiculously handsome face, Steven couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.

"I will be the moon to your sun, mi amor." Steven cupped your face with one hand, grabbing one of your hands; holding it in place, "And I will gather all the stars in the sky. Just to see you smile."

Whimpering softly as you were powerless to Steven leaning in for a deeply loving kiss. You wouldn't realize until morning, just how sincere Steven sounded as he said that. Just how different he sounded just before he kissed you. Simply being lost in the moment, enjoying one of the few times Steven didn't care that he sounded like the cheesy romance novels you read on occasion.

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Whole-heartedly BEGGING writers to unlearn everything schools taught you about how long a paragraph is. If theres a new subject, INCLUDING ACTIONS, theres a new paragraph. A paragraph can be a single word too btw stop making things unreadable

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Made to love, but not to be loved; made to understand, but not to be understood; always the poet, never the poetry.

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I need to add to my shrine

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Humble enough to admit that I do not want to make enemies, yet noble enough to not be friends with everyone.

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As an autistic person, the implications of "if they really cared I wouldn't have to say it" culture are really scary. Because I want to know what hurts your feelings, what crosses your boundaries, where the line between teasing and being mean is at for you, what you need, and how to make you feel loved. And the implication that if my disability makes me unable to figure out these things through intuition alone, then I'm just not worth having around, is genuinely heartbreaking

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ghosts are real and they’re everywhere. in old photographs tucked safely in a box under your bed. in the walls of your childhood home waiting for you to come back. they live in old text messages and emails. forever frozen in time. they haunt your old best friends neighborhood. flickering in the street lamps. occasionally, on very rare summer afternoons; when the sun shines through the kitchen window in a certain way and all of the sudden you get this feeling in your stomach of melancholia; that is a haunting. a possession. those are ghosts trying to find comfort in the present because the past they once lived in no longer exists.

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Brazilian twitter we will miss you

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nanami kento // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

i'll pretend you'll stay forever

blind date

it's always six o'clock somewhere

math help

oneirodynia

desperation

my valentine

after last night

photo albums

the curse of optimism

cloud 9

sweeter

appreciation

romantic dreams

inevitability

afternoon naps

this charming man

piece of cake

and they were roommates!

drinks with a friend

chocolate chip pancakes

return the favour

us together for a while

what about me and you

exactly my type

during work hours

when you say my name, nothing's changed

it's the thought that counts

cause my love is mine, all mine

naturally

erosion

steadfast lover

between friends

family ties