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adelaidedrubman · 2 years

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👾 — video games, 🌍 — knowledge of the world, ⚓️ — sailing for Jestiny; 🎵 — singing, 👊 — fighting, 🔧 — engineering/mechanics for Jenna

THANK YOU BELOVED sorry these took an eternity!!

👾 — video games

jessie has little to no experience with video games, she’s never really been able to afford a console or a decent computer, and even if she had the extra cash video games wouldn’t be the first thing on her list to spend it on. so she probably hasn’t had much experience beyond the occasional arcade game. i think if she did give them a try, she’d be fairly decent — she has extremely good hand eye coordination and reaction speed. however, her competitive nature would be a double edged sword — little miss “whatever, i could do that if i wanted to” is going to get very upset when she’s not instantly better than everyone and let it rattle her and throw her off rhythm so that she does even worse, then she’ll go on a tirade about how video games are rich people bullshit and don’t mean anything and only losers and assholes play them, then act like she didn’t just through a tantrum and everyone else is being uptight about the situation, actually.

tl;dr: she’s not a hot gamer girl.

🌍 — knowledge of the world

in terms of experiential knowledge, very little. she’s never been out of the country save for a quick trip over the border to canada to go bar hopping for her eighteenth birthday, other than that all her travel has been domestic, and even that’s been fairly limited. and as for education on the world generally, like with most things, the knowledge she does have is fairly sporadic and fragmented. her formal education was subpar and interrupted, but she is a skilled learner and absorbs knowledge very easily and for the most part eagerly. so she’s definitely not ignorant, although she may be unaware of certain things that would seem obvious — and then pull out an obscure fact she’s picked up in the same conversation.

⚓️ — sailing

she would deride you for even asking the question. who the fuck goes sailing? in 2018? what kind of rich people bullshit is that?

she can operate a jon boat (yes, she hates that they’re called that) and knows some sailing knots, that’s as close as her skill set gets.

🎵 — singing

music has never been her personal passion or something she’s studied professionally, but i would say she has some singing skill! she’s never had vocal training, but she does have a very naturally pleasant singing voice and can carry a tune. you can often find her singing along to her bubblegum pop background music as she works. she’s good enough that on the occasions he’s acutely troubled by jenna’s rather obvious lack of actual spirituality, joseph will attempt to inspire more earnest religious devotion by pressuring her to join the choir. she always respectfully but firmly declines — while singing can be fun for her to do absentmindedly, she thinks there are far more interesting things to dedicate her time and energy to, and beyond that she prefers to be a spectator over having an audience herself. she’ll do the occasional duet with faith, though.

👊 — fighting

(she works out at the library and etc.)

she knows only the very basics of self defense and combat readiness taught to all project members during initiation, and frankly even on that she probably skirted by and learned less than the average peggie as her usefulness was elsewhere. she does make sure to take care of her body in all aspects, and getting regular exercise is part of that. but while she’s in shape i wouldn’t say she’s particularly athletic, and physical combat has just never been of interest to her. if she were to do well in a fight, it would be less on account of any physical prowess and more thanks to her ability to maintain cool under pressure, analyze and react to situations intelligently, and her knowledge of the human body and its weaknesses.

🔧 — engineering/mechanics

she probably knows more than the average layperson — she understands the physics behind how machinery functions and what chemical reaction occur to generate power. but it’s far enough removed from her field i wouldn’t call her an expert, and it’s not something she’s really practiced at. she’s proficient enough to say, fix the centrifuge in her lab on her own, but that’s about it.

#rip to john’s dreams of being a discord kitten ig #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #oc: jenna swann

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lit-in-thy-heart · 2 years

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don't want to write but maybe i want to gif...

#rip to my merwaincelot fic for day 2 of merwaincelot week #maybe it will be finished this week #but not tonight #it's fine i have a fic going up for day 5 #might fuck around and do something with my elizabeth swann gifs #bc i don't want to do gifs from scratch #personal #lit talks

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bucknastysbabe · 2 months

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Hi I got an ask about subby Criston and I’m here to fill it but I accidentally deleted the ask itself. So I hope you see this😭😭I kinda went cuckoo bonkers word to Wyn but anyways! Pookie bear cries and nuts like 40 times🧸🧸

Knock ‘em out - C.Cole

Rating: Explicit

WC: 3k

Tags: Boxer!Criston, Manager!Reader, Criss priss prob needed to be in an institution but now gets paid for beating ass, a little bit of manipulation from reader, marathon sex, overstimulation, sub space, soft domme, 🚨CRISTON BIG ASS PRAISE KINK🚨, he’s puppy your honor, Dom/sub, sub drop, aftercare, pnv!sex, multiple orgasms, intercrural sex, cumming in pants, lil bit of background story but mainly P O R N

Taglist: @aemonds-holy-milk @arcielee @sugarpoppss2 @lovelykhaleesiii @starogeorgina @moncherrii @bambitas @targaryenbarbie @fairysluna @thought--bubble @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @gemini-mama @valeskafics

Thanks @tumblin-theworldaway for helping my mind crank up heheheheeh

Criston knew he was off— something never wired right in his brain. Most people would interview him and see the rags-to-riches story. He came from trash, really, his dad was the janitor at the big boxing gym in the city. Coach Dondarrion told people they let Criston train for free as his father worked so tirelessly.

In reality, he couldn’t stop getting into fights at school. It was unchecked anger growing out of control. Criston’s mother and father begged Dondarrion to take him on and help channel that aggression. It likely saved his life. He was only 10 and beating kids’ faces in over slights— imagined or real. He was horribly possessive, jealous, and lost. Boxing seemed to put a lid on that.

Occasionally he’d have to be ripped off an opponent. Whispers of Criston Cole being a psycho were rampant. He was twenty-three when he got his current manager. She worked miracles. His everything— Criston loved the woman so much that sometimes it hurt his head, thoughts too intense to siphon through.

He’d known her from the Blackhaven gym, she was a daughter of Coach Swann and knew the realm of boxing pretty well. Coach Dondarrion brought her into the picture when Criston almost killed a man in the ring.

She didn’t bat an eye when Criston snarled and tried to intimidate her— only cocking her head and snorting like he was an unruly animal. He’ll never forget the words she said after. It was a shift for the boxer.

“Do that again and you won’t fight this week. I’m in charge now. You’re my prize pet. If you want to keep being a prize pet then you’ll listen to me,” she stated, manicured nail poking his chest.

The bigger man still had no clue what came over him, but her words were like a balm. This was what Criston needed— firm orders and guidance. He hoped at the time she could help him with all the mess in his head. Criston nodded and replied, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy. Let’s come up with some rules. You like rules don’t you?”

No unnecessary jabs, no yelling, work on riding the bike and going through footwork, and no cumming until he had won.

Those were the rules before a fight. Criston abided by them religiously. Even if he was like a caged animal towards the lead-up to the big event. He would feel himself grow more and more agitated— actively restraining from ripping his opponent's jaw off. Cole probably looked psycho, with dark eyes intense, jaw clenching. But his expression remained eerily placid. His manager liked that and said she could smell the fear off the other guy.

Criston remained undefeated, she must be right he thought. Coach Dondarrion said Swann was a goddamn genius. She was perfect like that. He hated she wouldn’t go public with their relationship, Criston would wind himself up into an obsessive tizzy over it.

But when he won again, and again, she was there to take care of him. They’d get through the usual press, Criston would shower, and they’d ride back to the hotel together. The air was charged in the back seat. She’d slapped his wandering hands away the first couple of times.

Now he knew to stay put and she’d tend to his face or scratch his hair, careful of any knots and bruising. It felt so fucking good the first time she touched him, he had cum in his sweats before even reaching the hotel. Whining and writhing as she cooed and put ice on his black eye or taped a busted nose— he couldn’t remember exactly.

His manager had cooed in surprise when he seized up and gasped, wetting the inside of his briefs, “Oh, baby? You came? Needed that, didn’t you? Criston Cole, my prized pet, big bad man, didn’t know you liked being loved on. You deserve it, baby, I’m here for you, always.”

Her words had simultaneously embarrassed and made Criston want to kneel at her feet, awaiting her next command. He remained quiet, cheeks flushing heavily, worried internally his nose would start bleeding. Swann curled at his side and stroked his messy curls.

“Don’t be ashamed, you deserve to feel good. ‘Sides I know you have more to go, gotta be pretty full from going a week. You want me to take care of that, empty you out?”

Criston gritted his teeth and whined. He wanted it so bad. The demon in his head teased and prodded him, spitting lies. “She thinks you’re a weak little bitch, you really gonna spread your legs and bare your neck like a slut?” the voice said. He moaned softly, pained from the dissonance.

His manager whispered gently, a small hand rubbing soothing circles on his chest.

“Criston, baby, stop thinking so much, and let me do it for you.”

He melted into her warm embrace, the proposition flicking on a switch he didn’t know existed. She smiled as he slurred out a ‘yes’ and went lax under her palms. Criston didn’t know at the time— that submitting completely to another made his mind stop for a bit.

He was euphoric, eyes focused on her as they entered the hotel. She waved off any reporters and led him by the hand. Criston clung to her like a needy child in the elevator, his cock swelled up again. The manager let him rut a bit on her tight skirt and giggled at his desperation.

When they finally, finally gotten to the room— she stripped Criston down and made him cum until he cried, all the adrenaline sapped out of his body. He lost count of how many times her mouth and hand brought him to completion. He got to float in his head, tongue too thick and limbs too heavy to do anything but whine and be coddled.

Criston woke up later as a new man. He felt he could breathe. Then the games began as his record kept going up, Cole escalating to the fucking top. He didn’t know what to do with all the money except buy his family a house and Swann anything she desired.

He’d won again. Shaking his fist and snarling obscenities at Strong on the ground. He’d get another fuck-ton of money and go home happy. He’d picked up the belt and grinned, elated at his thirtieth win. On the top of the world.

Criston’s mind began to whirl as he stalked down the hallway. He briskly showered and answered a couple of questions to the press. She waited to the side, sinful red lips curled upwards. Swann was wearing the red bottoms he bought her, pretty legs shown off in her little dress and blazer.

When she nodded toward the exit he followed, agitated at the annoying reporter still asking questions. Criston didn’t want to upset her, so he kept his mouth shut and followed along, pulling his hoodie up. His balls fucking throbbed. He wanted to fuck his angel so bad, maybe she’d let him on a special occasion like this.

He got into the dark luxury vehicle, inhaling her sweet scent. Criston was close to getting feral, mouth watering at the possibilities. Still, he remained mute. Until she shifted, facing him in the dark, eyes full of affection. Criston couldn’t help the thin whine that burst from his chest at her attention.

“Look’it you. Took down Breakbones, got thirty wins, fucking hell baby,” she drew closer to him, “Criston Cole, you’re the real deal! You wanna fuck me, baby boy? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Pleaseplease, yes, fucking yes,” he pled.

A stagnant pause fell over the back of the car.

“Thank you,” he moaned, “Thank you.”

“Good boy, don’t forget your manners.”

She placed a warm hand high on his thigh, massaging the sore muscle. Her other palm caressed Criston’s patched-up cheek. She hummed “A kiss?” He nodded eagerly, vibrating in place, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. But Criston knew he had to be her good boy.

The woman softly pecked his lips, pulling back to watch Criston chase with a sad noise. She smiled and kissed him again, deeper this time. He eagerly opened his mouth for her, shivering as her nimble tongue playfully lapped at his own. Criston’s hands balled up in his sweats— no touching, no touching unless given permission.

Their lips wetly smacked in the dark car, her hand moving up to rub maddeningly at his straining cock. Criston cried out into her mouth, hips bucking helplessly. She laughed and nibbled on his shapely lower lip, hand squeezing his manhood.

“S’all mine isn’t it? My cock, just for me.”

He nodded in misery, his body wanted to let go, but it was a bit of a process to get Criston in the headspace he wanted. She knew how to get him there. Like her lips against his ear, tits pressed against his chest as she purred, “Easy love, relax, I’ve got you honey.”

“Mmm- gods, need it,” he gritted out, dark eyes lolling.

As her firm hand jerked him over the sweats, Criston’s manager nipped and kissed at his clean-shaven cheeks and neck. She whispered, “Sweet boy, I know you are s’hard, relax, relax, you’re gonna get to cum all night baby. As much as you want, just gotta let go okay?”

She praised and played with him some more, Criston began to pant hoarsely, thighs shaking as he neared the precipice. She tutted when the car stopped, “Get yourself together baby, we’re here now.” He blinked, a tear falling down his cheek, bewildered by the way she left him.

He was so fucking close! The boxer sulked and groaned at his denied orgasm, eyes watery from how intense his balls were throbbing now. He wiped his eyes and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up again, keeping his head low. He hoped the half-assed tucking of his hard-on worked.

They walked in sync to the elevators. He sulked, “M’so hard it hurts.” Criston’s girl pouted her lips, patting his cheek, “I know, I know sweet boy, but we can’t keep the driver waiting. Almost there, don’t be so needy.”

Criston wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking his face into her neck. He would be good, he wouldn’t hump or bite. He merely wanted to hold her for a second before the elevator dinged. Swann hummed and nuzzled back into his hair.

Onward they went, Criston’s mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier as his body thrummed with need. Upon entering the penthouse suite— her entire demeanor changed. She snapped, “Go get undressed and kneel for me by the bed.”

He nodded in little jerks, undressing and folding them neatly, just how his mistress liked. Criston shuddered as the cool air hit his cock, swallowing heavily as he knelt before the foot of the bed. His hands shook with need, his adrenaline still thrashing and pumping underneath the skin.

He was downright panting by the time she came out of the bathroom, naked as he was. Criston bit on his lip, eyes watering again. The angel laughed, “You sure are worked up tonight.” She padded behind Criston, winding a hand into his hair, eliciting another agonized noise from the boxer.

“You are so damn talented, the Warrior smiles on you. I’m proud.”

“Thank you, thank you ma'am,” he whispered.

“I’m going to get on the bed and you’re going to fuck all that energy and cum out okay?”

“Yes ma’am- ohmygods.”

Criston’s brows pulled together as she laid before him, legs crooked and spread, her cunt shining with slick. He growled, digging his nails into the skin of his thigh. She crooked her fingers playfully, “C’mon baby, you’re allowed to touch. Use me, my special pet earned it.”

He almost felt bad in the way he roughly had pulled her ass flush to his hips, the flesh smacking loudly. Criston had eagerly gotten on his knees in the center of the soft bed, slotting his swollen cock against her slick pussy. “F-fuck, fuck, gonna use you baby, ’m sorry,” he gritted out. She smiled and shrugged, moaning as he rutted against her a couple more times.

Criston’s dark eyes rolled up as he entered her velvet cunt, warm and sososo tight. He snarled as he snapped his hips into his baby. She was crying out and digging sharp nails into his shoulders. Cole knew he was lost in the feeling, rasping and groaning possessive, ugly things he would never say out loud.

But when legs were wrapped around his waist and she was mewling his name? Criston had lost his firm barriers. He rumbled into her ear between kisses and bites, “My godsdamn pussy, mine, you’re mine, I’ll f-fucking kill anyone who touches you, looks at you, gods I’ll do anything!”

He groaned, balls drawing up quicker than expected. She was crying out “Yes! yes! All yours!” Criston sucked in a wet breath at her neck, hips driving into her at a breakneck pace, hands bruising her pretty skin. He choked on his drool, unable to warn her— Criston’s orgasm was that intense.

She tightened around him when his cock flooded, absolutely flooded her pussy. Criston moaned and clenched his jaw, fucking through the oversensitivity. His girl dug her heels into his ass to spur him on. The boxer swallowed down a little mewl. Everything was still so swollen, he had to keep fucking, keep cumming.

“Mmm, yes! Don’t stop baby, oh Criston!”

“I-I am, fuuuck, g’nna fill you up again!"

He drove his hips upward, lifting her hips so that Criston could get at her g-spot. She raked a bloody mark across his back, gasping in delight. He rambled while thumbing desperately at her clit, “Yeah, yeah, feel s’good, cum on me baby, need to feel you, m’close again!”

Criston wasn’t sure if it was her gorgeous wail or her pussy gushing on his cock or both but he came again. She chose to mouth at his lips, shaky legs clenching around him, hand pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. Meanwhile, he whined Swann’s name, the quickness of his second orgasm turning Criston’s brain into jello.

The slick noises between them were loud and sloppy, he was stuttering and whining. She threw her pretty head back and moaned. Criston was finding words hard. He kept fucking and fucking. She felt too good and he had so much cum for her.

“That’s it, keep it up,” she grunted.

Criston slurred, “Ca-can’t stop, can’t, can't!”

He felt his eyes grow wet as his overstimulated cock was gripped and milked by her cunt. The angel, his angel, wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck, his hips forcing little 'uhs' out of her plush lips. Criston blabbered uselessly, words bordering on sobs now. It felt too good, the pain and pleasure were ecstasy to him. He bottomed out inside her, stopping to mewl long and high before returning to feverishly thrusting again.

“Oh, oh, angel- hurts- s’good ohmygods your pussy, gotta cum again, m’sorry m’so sorry!”

She nuzzled at his jaw, moaning, “It’s okay, doing so good for me, needy baby. You needed this, poor baby’s balls are so full.”

“S’full,” he agreed, mindless and shivering.

Criston’s thighs began to twitch as he felt another wave cresting. He practically wailed as the third peak licked up his spine— white hot and mean. She gasped, nails digging into his flanks, pussy pulsing around another load of Criston’s molten cum.

He was a mess, wordless and drooling. Criston began to move again, gaze unfocused and mouth agape. He whimpered, all overstimulated and still fucking frantic. Criston felt like he’d die if he didn’t stop, tears pouring down his flushed cheeks.

Her hands held his face now, her lips saying something. Criston slowly cocked his head, attempting to understand his manager’s words. She said it again, this time louder with a smack to his cheek. Criston stopped his movements, protesting with a weak noise.

“Babydoll, you gotta fuck my thighs, I'm starting to hurt. I’m going to turn over, okay precious? Got that?”

His lips trembled— Criston didn’t want to do that. He wanted her pussy. He slid out anyway, a torrent of white spend flooding out of her well-used entrance, seeping onto the bed. She marveled "Oh Criston, you still have anything left?" The woman hissed under her breath as she flipped onto her stomach. She tucked a pillow under her hips, giving him access to her thighs, slicked with their release.

Criston stared— unsure how to proceed. His cock was so flushed it purpled, aching horribly. He whined, frustrated with his stupidity, the man just wanted familiar tightness again. She sighed and reached back, ushering his knees and thighs to cage her legs in, forcing Criston forward.

He gasped in delight when his cock slid between her soft thighs, warm and wet. His depleted brain decided this would do. Criston’s thrusts were jerky and uncoordinated, he was growing too sensitive to go on much further. He kept at it, crying and sniffling like a babe.

“Awe baby, you’re hurting huh?”

“Mhm!” he replied, scrunching his face up tight. He had to cum one more time, he had to! Even if it was excruciating, the pleasure ramped up into nerves prickling all over his worn body. She watched him with lidded eyes, lips in a smirk. Criston exhaled again, throwing his head back to sob.

“Gotta- I gotta,” he mewled.

“I know sweetheart, so close, let it all out, you’ll feel so much better. You’re so pretty like this— all fucked out and still want more. Knocked your whore brain sideways. My cute slutty puppy, I love youuu.”

Criston folded under the praise, his body contracting once more, stomach cramping as he devolved into cries. His abused cock managed to dribble one little last bit. He couldn’t stop crying, falling back onto his haunches. Swann guided him down to shush and pet his hair. She murmured, "You're okay, all done now, I'm here, not going anywhere. Just breathe."

Criston’s muscles were all loose but the adrenaline had been sapped quickly. He was gutted— in a good way. Just couldn’t help the reaction, he knew it would happen after an intense romp like this. His baby curled into his heaving side, laying feathery kisses on his jaw, a relaxing hand at his diaphragm.

“That’s it, let it out, poor baby. Couldn’t help yourself hm?”

Criston nodded through the incessant tears, his shaky hand threading through her hair. He rasped, “I love you so much. You’re perfect.” He was growing more sleepy, settled by her kisses and glowing smile. He could float easy and enjoy the win, curled up with his lifesaver. Well, after she got him water and wiped down the mess. He realized with a smile— she had laid a towel underneath them.

She’d have to help him function tomorrow, Criston knew he’d be scrambled eggs, sore, and a bit grumpy. But that’s why they kept a suite for three days. After the kick off he would rest up and replenish. They would fuck sensually, cuddle, and watch a in some order of that fashion.

His addled mind conjured up a big diamond ring he’d buy for her.

#ser criston cole x reader #ser Criston cole imagine #criston cole x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #modern au

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esotericworld · 3 months

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youtube

Anyone who knows much about the history of remote viewing, knows that beyond Ingo Swann and Pat Price (RIP), Joe McMoneagle is the best, publicly known remote viewer.

He used to have a tv show in Japan where he would psychically find missing people for goodness sakes. Google him.

I try to avoid way out there things on this tumblr, and find a bit of balance of scientific understanding and the bleeding edge of the unknown. However, this is a bit different. The man remote views Mars.

So, weather you take it as science fiction or a thread of possibility, it is still very entertaining.

#mars #Joe McMoneagle #remote viewing #Youtube

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feysandfeels · 25 days

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LUISA READS FOURTH WING :)

Right fam, time for some dragon riding (non sexual… from what I have been able to gather)

Ngl, but reading (listening) the "a dragon without its rider is a tragedy, a rider without its dragon is dead" after seeing so many tiktoks about it and them being all epic, has me giddy, has me excited. Here we go.

So far we have a cunty yet caring elder sister, a dead dad, a rude as fuck mum, a dead brother (who apparently was beloved above all) and a girl severely lacking in calcium.

"you won't get any special treatment just for being my daughter" my sister in christ, what special treatment? so far you have been nothing like an ass.

I cannot judge Violet for wanting to take her books with her....but babygirl from what I have seen you truly have no strength.. so like..sugar.. either develop some muscle or like let it go.

What's so wrong about being a scribe? like what do you all have against academia?

Okay no wait... what are they prepping her for? What the fuck is this subscription day? isn't it like just first day of uni?? Is she fighting? is it a race? to like the first dragon they can find? the first tunnel of their respective career?

aaaaaaaand here comes the childhood friend with soft brown eyes that laughs with his whole body.

Seems like extremely poor parenting to send your extremly untrained daughter into such a challenge... like she has to climb some rocks... and like run a lot, there's going to be wind. Like no. And for what? for the glory of your name? SHE CAN'T EVEN LIFT HER OWN BOOKS!

Gotta love a "This isn't America's TOP BEST FRIEND" moment.

I'm sorry but how is conscribing (?) all children from the traitors to the best school in the kingdom/republic/empire/country and give them a solid ass chance of becoming riders, and therefore climb to the top of the social and military pyramid a fitting punishment? They should have ended their respective bloodlines. You rebel you and your entire bloodline die.

Colombian brain translating Xaden to Xavier.

I should have asked... can dragons talk in this world?

What is the parapit?? Is that how it is written?

Mira (?) is a badass. Queen behaviour.

Mira being like "don't die Violet, I'd hate to be an only child." And having seen her mother? Honestly same. Like no. Hard Pass.

Wait is the blonde guy she is befriending the one with the scar from the betrayal?? Dylan? yes? no?

Oh and they get to marry after graduating. Why do I feel I am walking straight into another early 20s marriage.

Most riders are legacies... good to see nepotism is alive and well. Neporiders.

Oh so Xaden has tattoos from his wrist up to his jaw.. okay, okay.

AND HIS FATHER KILLED HER OLDER BROTHER. AND THEY WERE ROOMATES!

My girl really went "He is #SoTall and #HandsomeAsHell"

I don't get what this challenge is about and apparently Dylan is not making it, he liked slipped or smth and is like hanging...

yeah no he fell to his death. RIP Dylan.

My girl is like screaming history facts to distract herself while she [insert the challenge.... I think it's walking a very slippery bridge]

Okay so Jack is an asshole... it's giving Cato.

Kinda want to bet that he will try to eventually fight Violet and Xaden will defend her.

Got confirmation, it is in fact a bridge.

Rihannon made it. Which is a personal win because she seems sweet.

Oh my god Jack focus on your own thing, you are being and asshole, no one cares. Fuck off, fall to your death, shut up. Like why are you so pressed about this random ass calcium lacking girl. GET A JOB. STAY AWAY FROM HER.

Not her reciting the codex lol it is giving Elizabeth Swann citing The Pirate Code to Captain Barbossa. Babygirl, bless you, but he clearly does not give a fuck.

Violet truly made that crossing out of delulu energy and history facts and honestly? respect.

Wait, hold the fuck on... this audiobook is 21h long? what on god's green earth is going to happen in this book? oh my god this thread is going to be huge. Apologies to all.

omg Jack why are you still talking? either shut up or jump infront of a dragon and die. LIKE WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH HER? He is giving blonde guy energy (but not the one you gave Dylan. RIP Dylan. You will never be forgotten)

aaaaaahhh there we go Jack threatened her and when he makes the move to kill her Xaden will be like "the fuck bro" and kill him instead.

Here comes the childhood best friend. I feel he is hot. Dane? Dane Atos?? Kinda hot of him. Wait he is Squad Leader? that's hot.

#Luisa reads #Luisa reads Fourth Wing #I remember a year ago I was desperate to read it so here's hoping this is an entertaining read #a lot of mutuals love it so the hopes are high #Fourth Wing

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isay · 4 months

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Bondathon contd: Spectre

I’m going to admit I have been unnecessarily harsh on Spectre in the past, this rewatch may have put that right.

It’s actually up there very close to Skyfall, Daniel Craig is slightly less humourless than before and it rips along at a good lick throughout, if there are any weaknesses it’s probably Lea Seydoux who doesn’t quite seem to be the right choice for Madeleine Swann (which is a nice little Proustian touch in itself) although she’s less irksome that Christoph Walz who does that annoying smirk thing he always seems to bring to a role, which frankly says less sinister and more annoying cunt with a complex, in this case daddy issues and sibling rivalry. (Which probably puts me in contention to be a Bond villain, I already have the facial scars.)

Those things though are less the reason why I’ve never rated this as highly as Skyfall, the reason for that is simple, the theme song is crap. And that’s a shame because there is a lot to like about this film, including a tremendous opening sequence with a great Goodfellasesque single tracking shot through Mexico City during the Day of the Dead festivities, and Ralph Twistleton Fiennes taking over as M. It’s worth another view for those things alone, just can we have a version that has Radiohead’s dirge instead of Sam Smith?

Tomorrow: Die Another Day…

Only kidding I don’t think I could ever bear to watch that again, I shall of course be revisiting No Time To Die, a film I had mixed feelings about when I finally got to see it after the pandemic.

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mybworlds · 7 months

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Chapter 2: King’s Landing attack

Hello, well thank you to my few readers.

Pairing: The Hound x Sansa Stark

Chapter summary: Sansa is still a prisoner in King’s Landing, until Stannis Baratheon attacks King’s Landing and...

Chapter warnings: violence, blood. Some lines from George R. R. Martin "A clash of kings" book.

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“You mew like a suckling babe,” his brother hissed at him. “Princes aren’t supposed to cry.”

“Prince Aemon the Dragonknight cried the day Princess Naerys wed his brother Aegon,” Sansa Stark said, “and the twins Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk died with tears on their cheeks after each had given the other a mortal wound.”

“Be quiet, or I’ll have Ser Meryn give you a mortal wound,” Joffrey told his betrothed.

Sansa remained silent as she had been ordered to, fearing for her life every day. Every day, she received a punishment for a wrong word, for a glance, or whether it was her brother Robb doing something. She always paid for her own or others' faults, whether they were minor or serious.

The narrow streets were lined by men of the City Watch, holding back the crowd with the shafts of their spears. Ser Jacelyn Bywater went in front, heading a wedge of mounted lancers in black ringmail and golden cloaks. Behind him came Ser Aron Santagar and Ser Balon Swann, bearing the king’s banners, the lion of Lannister and crowned stag of Baratheon.

So, it followed King Joffrey, with Sansa trailing just behind him, her thick auburn hair flowing to her shoulders beneath a net of moonstones. Two of the Kingsguard flanked the couple, the Hound on the king’s right hand and Ser Mandon Moore to the left of the Stark girl.

Next came Tommen, snuffling, with Ser Preston Greenfield in his white armor and cloak, and then Cersei, accompanied by Ser Lancel and protected by Meryn Trant and Boros Blount. Tyrion fell in with his sister. After them followed the High Septon in his litter, and a long tail 314 of other courtiers—Ser Horas Redwyne, Lady Tanda and her daughter, Jalabhar Xho, Lord Gyles Rosby, and the rest. A double column of guardsmen brought up the rear. The unshaven and the unwashed stared at the riders with dull resentment from behind the line of spears. I like this not one speck, Tyrion thought. Bronn had a score of sellswords scattered through the crowd with orders to stop any trouble before it started. Perhaps Cersei had similarly disposed her Kettleblacks. Somehow Tyrion did not think it would help much. If the fire was too hot, you could hardly keep the pudding from scorching by tossing a handful of raisins in the pot. They crossed Fishmonger’s Square and rode along Muddy Way before turning onto the narrow, curving Hook to begin their climb up Aegon’s High Hill. A few voices raised a cry of “Joffrey! All hail, all hail!” as the young king rode by, but for every man who picked up the shout, a hundred kept their silence. The Lannisters moved through a sea of ragged men and hungry women, breasting a tide of sullen eyes.

Sansa observed, fearful, all the misery surrounding them, but most of all, she watched the faces of the starving and angry common folk. In just a few moments, the situation took a turn for the worse: to their left, three gold cloaks went down under the surge, and then the crowd was rushing forward, trampling the fallen men. The Hound had vanished behind, though his riderless horse galloped beside them. Tyrion saw Aron Santagar pulled from the saddle, the gold-and-black Baratheon stag torn from his grasp. Ser Balon Swann dropped the Lannister lion to draw his longsword. He slashed right and left as the fallen banner was ripped apart, the thousand ragged pieces swirling away like crimson leaves in a stormwind. In an instant they were gone. Someone staggered in front of Joffrey’s horse and shrieked as the king rode him down. Whether it had been man, woman, or child Tyrion could not have said. Joffrey was galloping at his side, whey-faced, with Ser Mandon Moore a white shadow on his left.

Sansa tried to break free, to escape from the enraged crowd. She lost the royal procession and, for a brief moment, thought she could return to the Red Keep on her own, believing no one would pay attention to her. But that wasn't the case, three men surrounded her. It was then that she understood something terrible was about to happen to her. She ran as fast as she could, but with little success. She found herself on the ground and dragged away by the men who pursued her.

Sansa screamed in fear, realizing their intentions. She screamed loudly, but none of those three seemed to hear her. Indeed, it seemed to excite them. In no time, their laughter turned into cries of pain: Sandor Clegane arrived to rescue her, eviscerating and slaying her attackers.

“It’s all right, little bird. You’re safe now!” he reassured her, pulling her to her feet and carrying her on his shoulders, he carried her back to the Red Keep. The young Stark feared she would vomit or faint during that journey, she saw severed arms and heads, blood along the streets of King's Landing, disembowelled bodies, scattered entrails.

The Hound finally took her inside the fortified walls and handmaidens surrounded her, the first to ask her how she was was Tyrion "Are you hurt, my lady?"

Sansa couldn't speak, too shaken by that horrible sight, it was Clegane who spoke.

“The little bird is bleeding,” he said. “Someone take her back to her cage and take care of her.”

Her handmaidens rushed to obey, leading Sansa away.

Sansa ate almost nothing that day or the following days, the experience she lived, had a profound impact on her. Master Frenken visits her every day, even Tyrion Lannister - the uncle of her future husband - often visited her, he was kind, it almost seemed like she could trust him, but then Sansa remembered that he was still a Lannister just as she remembered the words of the Hound "Look around and smell carefully: they're all liars here..." the Stark girl turned over in her bed, no, she couldn't trust Tyrion either.

Her betrothed never visited her, only her mother the Queen Regent, Cersei, had come once, told her to get well soon and then with a smirk she added she would blossom soon and not too soon after that moment, her son and Sansa could have married and then give birth future princes and princesses. If Sansa had heard these words months ago, she’d filled with pride and enthusiasm, but now? The idea troubled her deeply.

She no longer wanted to marry the Queen's son, her heart no longer beat for him, not after the horrors he subjected her to, not after he had her beaten, not after he continually threatened her with death. No, Sansa, he couldn't anymore.

He wanted to escape, but… how? When?

The Guards were everywhere, every corridor was always filled with one or more Guards, often the Hound or Ser Meryn roamed the corridors, no, Sansa just couldn't do it, not alone.

The moment came on a night without stars, on a night where the sky was a riot of colors that went from green to orange, from red to yellow with shades of emerald and jade, the air smelled of burning, Sansa had taking refuge in her rooms completely shrouded in darkness, only by opening the curtains she could observe all the colors reflected in the sky.

Sansa started to step back, she was scared, she intended to take advantage of that situation, but she had no idea exactly how to do it... someone coughed behind her and Sansa jumped and turned around. She saw him for a moment, all black and green, the blood on his face dark as tar, his eyes glowing like a dog’s in the sudden glare.

“What are you doing in my rooms?” she asked to the Hound.

“I’m going.”

“Going?”

“The little bird repeats whatever she hears. Going, yes.”

“Where will you go?”

“Away from here. Away from the fires. Go out the Iron Gate, I suppose. North somewhere, anywhere.”

“You won’t get out,” Sansa said. “The queen’s closed up Maegor’s, and the city gates are shut as well.”

“Not to me. I have the white cloak. And I have this.” He patted the pommel of his sword. “The man who tries to stop me is a dead man. Unless he’s on fire.” He laughed bitterly.

“You’d come with me.” he said, “I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.”

“With you?” Sansa asked again.

“The little birds just can't keep from repeating everything… what do you want to become one of those birds with colorful feathers?” he teased her.

“I'm not going with you.” Sansa said with a courage she didn't think she possessed "You are always so... harsh, mean... I don't..." the young woman stopped.

“Am I too cruel for Your Grace's delicacy?” Sandor asked, looking her straight in the eyes “I'm honest. It's the world that's cruel." he informed her roughly “The world is not made for pretty ones like you, the world is a cruel place, if you can’t protect yourself, then you die and someone else lives.”

The Hound suddenly grabbed Sansa by the wrist and Sansa groaned in fear, she feared he would kill her but instead the man just got close to her face and said "Come with me." it wasn't a question, it was just a statement, a statement said in a tone that Sansa had never heard before, or at least the Hound never used that tone of voice.

“I – I need to change.” Sansa only said.

"There's no time." saying these words, the man dragged her away with him.

The Hound moved with incredible speed and grace for a large man like he was, Sansa struggled to keep up with him, she almost had to run. When he opened the door that would allow them to reach the stables, the earth shook and everything around them began to catch fire, the men screamed. Sandor Clegane staggered for an instant in the face of those flames, then abruptly woke up and started running again. They bumped into fleeing men, screaming women, Sansa couldn't even understand who they were hitting just to reach their goal, suddenly something hit her head and Sansa lost consciousness...

Closing remarks... that's how things really went. Sansa should have runaway with the Hound even in the books and in the tv series. Agree or disagree?

Please let me know what you think. If you'd like, if you had questions or comments you could send either in the comments section or my inbox. If you don't like my story don't read, so please no rude comments towards the story, the people who like this story, or me.

Next chapter asap.

#the princess in the north and the hound #game of thrones #fanfic #got #game of thrones fic #game of thrones fanfiction #got fanfiction #got fic #the houndxsansa #the hound #sandor clegane #sansa x sandor #richard armitage #sophie turner

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veryace-ficrecs · 10 months

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Can I pls have Elizabeth Swann fic recs? Loved my Leia organa recs! ♥️

I'm so glad that you enjoyed them! I can absolutely do that for you!

Here are some

Elizabeth Swann Fic Recs

as always This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

The Pirate King by Aytheria - Rated T

No one messed with the Pirate King

Persephone by waterbird13 - Rated T

Calypso calls to her, and Elizabeth makes a deal. Or, what could have been post At World's End, if we treated Elizabeth a little bit better.

Have an Adventure by SassySnowperson - Rated G

Commodore James Norrington has found himself kidnapped and held capture by pirates. His rescue comes from a very unlikely source. "Miss Swann," Norrington said, fighting through the ache in his ribs and the pounding of his head in order to get to his feet, just so he could have the pleasure of sweeping her a proper bow. "Oh damn," Elizabeth said, looking at him flatly. "James?"

a woman will be king of men by angel_at_the_door - Not Rated

Here is the story of a woman who ruled the world, bloodied sword and all (How Elizabeth became the Pirate King and what came after)

my body on the waves by liesmyth - Rated T

“Yer Majesty,” the pirate says, “I think we fished out a siren.”

Violence in the Pouring Rain by worddancer - Not Rated

Damn one man who agreed to a debt to save everyone else. Elizabeth did not ask what she herself hadn’t already gave. She promised herself to the man she didn’t love to save the man she did. She sacrificed her freedom to the propriety of her father until a pirate ripped her corset and saved her life. It’s true a woman’s kiss can kill a damned man. Damn him to save the rest. Cross to the end of the earth to save him. Elizabeth was always willing to fight for those she loved.

lighthouse by andthentheybow - Rated T

She is no monster, but she is not human either, not really. What woman would act the way Elizabeth Swann does? What mortal being could possess her capabilities, her skill with the sword, the way she commands attention and draws pirates in like dragons to their treasure? No, Barbossa thinks, Elizabeth Swann is no monster, no kraken. She is a lighthouse: safety and a warning all at once.

I make sail for the dawn / ‘till the darkness has gone by wehaveourheading - Not Rated

It is said that Elizabeth Swann, Pirate King and Governor’s daughter, with deft thieving hands and a snarling, spitting mouth, was always meant for a bigger life than her father’s small colonial town could give her. It only so happened that she fell in love with the man who would become Death. - Or, Elizabeth is the Pirate King and Calypso sees her fierceness and respects it. She gets to sail with Will on the Dutchman for centuries on, and sailors remember them as legends they can't quite dismiss.

Call of the Sea by annavale23 - Rated G

Standing on the edge of the ship, watching the world whirl on by, all that sea and salt burning her eyes, and she knows, this is where she belongs. At sea. With her heart beating in time with the waves, she belongs out here. She can not return to land.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Heart of the Sea by White_Noise - Not Rated

The Curse of the Dutchman has been broken....or has it? The Trident is gone and the Dead Mans Chest is Empty. But so is Will Turner. Where is his Heart? Why does he still feel the call of the Dutchman, even as he sets foot on land? What is the Heart of the Sea? And what in Henry's nightmares links it all together? As Davy Jones walks the earth once more, looking for revenge, the Turners, Carina and Jack Sparrow must face a perilous journey to find the Heartbefore it's too late.

the black hole that is Elizabeth Swann by wyrdann104 - Rated T

Elizabeth Swann has a black hole in the back of her throat, and she has always, always been hungry.

coda by notbecauseofvictories - Rated G

They say the Pirate King has married the sea, in secret and sacred rites that no mortal man could know. Elizabeth Swann, and what came after

The Queen's Pride by copperbadge - Rated T

Elizabeth and Will tried domesticity. They got bored.

Breathing Underwater by nekare - Rated T

In the end, ten years aren’t actually all that much.

One Piece:

Strangers in Strange Places by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche) - Rated

Elizabeth Turner née Swann was perfectly happy holidaying in Port Royal with her children or, at least, claimed to be perfectly happy holidaying in Port Royal, ridiculously cumbersome corsets and dresses not withstanding. Well, making the acquaintance of a queer stranger on the streets of the Port should serve to keep her boredom at bay, if nothing else. (Or: That one in which Law, separated from his travelling companions when they run through a portal after leaving Dressrosa behind, goes on a quest to track down his missing, troublesome not-allies. In his defense, following the rumours of a Pirate King in this strange, alien world seemed to make sense when he started out.) *** Can be read as a standalone, the situation speaks for itself. The first part follows what happened to Luffy and Zoro when they got separated from the party.

#veryace asks #pirates of the caribbean #elizabeth swann #potc #will turner #jack sparrow #veryace recs #fanfic recs #ao3 fic recs #ao3

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into-the-blorboverse · 2 months

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Felipe’s Friend Group! (one of many) They are all bros. :) (Darby OC=🦝/Darla OC=🦆)

Felipe Gutierrez- he/him- we know this guy!! self assured, flirt, goofy ass, cant take himself seriously. Makes friends easily and floats between the groups often. The sluttiest of the bunch. <3 Always down for a dumb stunt and loves to brag about all the scrapes he’s gotten into. “Wanna know how i lost this tooth ;)” 🦆

Soren Refuerzo- he/him- Okay he can be a bit of an asshole, and he’s definitely arrogant. Very competitive. A lil pretentious, and has a polished style. (Yes his shirt is ripped, YES it is Designer, and Made that way.) He’s good at playing pool/billiards, loves to show that off and is always willing to ‘correct someone's form’. ;) He hasn’t dated around much and when he does he has a hard time committing to a relationship. Only recently figured out he’s bisexual (and kinda dumb about queer stuff… He’s new here and always fumbling what hes saying. 🤦‍♂️) 🦝

Freddy Albright- he/him- While most of the group is big on skating and other fun activities, Freddy is the most traditionally sporty and athletic person, playing team sports and often watching The Big Game™! A true jock, you might say! He always loves to have the coolest, newest gadgets, and takes pride in what he owns. He owns an RV and it became one of his personality traits. (They always say: Axel’s married to Ada, while Freddy is married to RV) 🦆

Yusuf Swann- they/them- can be more socially awkward compared to the rest of the squad, they can be found joking and playing with their friends with ease but when it comes to new people Yusuf can be kinda nervous and awkward. It takes awhile for them to warm up but they are willing to become friends, just give em a chance! They love to skate and do art, recently gotten really into 3D printing. Also recently came out as non binary! Has been dating Genesis for a long time! 🦆 💖 Genesis Spears- she/her- loves music and big dogs, very outgoing and silly! A big sk8r, she’s good at it no matter what the current injuries may say. 🙄 She just goes a little too hard sometimes!!! Has a frantic energy about her… Loves playing around with gender expression and is so happy when she helps inspire transing Yusufs gender. She’s like a sister to Felipe! 🦝

Axel Seiff- he/him- He’s an overachiever and always trying to stay active and get into another project. He wants to be The Best at what they are all doing, no matter what that may be. He is trying to stay humble about it, though... 😔 However, he and Soren often still have lots of dumb little competitions going on.. Very loyal, and the most Voice Of Reason of the whole group. Of course he can be just as into the shenanigans that the group plans, but when it comes down to it he knows when they might be taking things a little too far! Married to Ada!!! (A bit of a wife guy.) 🦝 💝 Ada Seiff- she/her- She’s clumsy so she isn’t always joining everyone on their big active adventures lol! She’s happy to sit back and watch her husband and dumb friends get up to shit, hollering and cheering them on as they go! But she loves partying and hanging out when things are more casual. The newest to the group, but it’s been awhile now, and they get along great she is happy to be close with her husband’s buddies.🦆

#original characters #general menace #felipe #had to make these guys we will hopefully draw them soon enough!

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unlikelywrestlingfan · 9 months

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Elle Goes to Shows: Chicago Heat Night 1

Notes on my memories from the show under the cut!

Night 1:

So Jade Chung was doing crowd giveaways before they started taping BTI and if I heard her correctly, she said "Oh I remember you" while I was scream cheering. LAKDJALDKJA

After BTI finished filming, Gia was waiting for Jade to finish up so they could walk to the back, and they were right in front of us, so I yelled "GIA I LOVE YOU!" and she turned around, gasped, and went "I LOVE YOU TOO!" and then HUGGED ME. I cannot EVEN.

There was this moment, right after Heath won his match, that this huge, really genuine smile came across his face and it was so heartwarming to see.

There was a local indie wrestler there to do the losing, and while I want to get more into my local indie scene, it hasn't happened yet, so I had no idea who he was. BUT, because wrestling, I soon learned, for a "OOHHHHHH FUCK DAVEY VEGAAAA, OH FUCK DAVEY VEGA!" chant soon rang out, and I joined in, because wrestling chants are a delight. He conducted the chants but then also covered his ears. Perhaps I will learn more of him one day XD.

It was REALLY REALLY HOT outside , so it was RIDICULOUSLY HOT in the arena, and I can't even imagine how hot in the actual ring. I had a little handheld electric fan, and the crew and some other fans were like ahhh I wish I'd thought of that. I held the fan up to a couple of them for a little relief XD.

During Sami Callihan & Rich Swann vs. ABC, there was a bit where it was Swann and Ace in the ring, and Sami said, "Wait till I get in there, Ace" and Bey goes "He's not gonna wait! Why would he wait?" 😂😂😂😂😂😂 His midmatch shittalking is truly the best.

During the entrance for that match, Ace covered his ears during Sami's music. It was very cute.

So the thing my brother was most excited about was heckling Bully Ray, and oh boy did he ever. He had me make him a "TABLES > BULLY" sign and he YELLED at that man it was fabulous. Bully definitely saw the sign but sadly did not rip it up.

My brother HATES Eddie Edwards, so when Eddie had his entrance, my brother was yelling about how much he sucks and Eddie made at least fifteen seconds of cold hard rage eye contact with him; it was amazing.

So there was this little kid who was starting chants, and during Shelley v Eddie, he was going hardcore starting chants for Shelley. Shelley ended up near the kid at ringside and paused before getting back into the ring to give him a fistbump. 😭

After the match, when Shelley was celebrating, he saw my "Motor Kitty Machine Guns" sign and laughed. It filled my heart with joy.

He did a post match speech to close the show, and I thought I was recording the whole time, but sadly only got the end. It had the vibes of his Instagram captions and focused on his love for and connections to the area <3.

After the show, my brother and I got to take pictures holding the giant X that gets hung when Ultimate X matches aren't for titles. It was awesome! The owner guy of Impact was giving out event signs to people after they took their picture. While he was giving me mine, he asked who my favorite person in Impact was, and I was like well I love them all!! And he was like okay but if you had to pick one, so I said Ace. And he goes, "But didn't you get a picture with him last time?" (Cue me internally going WHAT LAKDJALDK) and so he asked me to pick my second favorite that I specifically hadn't met yet was and I was like ALKDAJDLK CAN'T THINK so he told me to tell him the next night. Why.

My brother and I then proceeded to the meet 'n greet, and the guy who takes your order and payment for that ALSO remembered me so we're officially up to three Impact staff members who for some reason remembered me from three months ago. My brother did an autograph with Kenny King and Shelley. He had gotten a selfie with Kenny last time, so he asked him to sign it. Not only did Kenny King sign that; he gave my brother one of the standard 8x10 pics I did a signature from Joe Hendry. He was super nice! I walked up and we shook hands, and he thanked me for getting an autograph. I explained it was actually a gift for my friend Effie: "Because she believes. I mean, don't get me wrong, I believe, but she believes." And he said that part with me XD. Then he said "Oh, that was good; I'm impressed. You could cut a promo!" and I was like LAKDJALKDJ and he was like "no really!" And then he asked how to spell Effie's name so he made sure to get it right. SUPER NICE!

So then, it was time for me to do my picture with Shelley. He had just signed for my brother. I walked up and nervously said, "Hi this is for you" and handed him the art. He, being entirely COVERED in sweat from having just wrestled in the main event in that very hot arena, balanced it on his fingertips and said, "Thank you, I'm going to try to keep it dry," and set it down. Sadly that means he didn't get a good look at it yet, but he treated it with SUCH CARE like it was something to be treasured :'). He asked if I had also bought an autograph and I was like no I got one last time and HE WAS LIKE do you want one?? and I'm like NO THAT'S OKAY ALKDJALDKJ. He put his hand on my back for the picture, I may never recover. He thanked my brother and I for coming out. He's so nice.

#elle goes to shows

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