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kitwilsonsass · 6 months ago

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How can we let WWE know that Pretty Deadly have won the hearts of another fandom that is completely unrelated to sports and also that Kit and Elton have been fan cast for the roles of two major characters from a Tolkien book? 😄

If I may also add that prior to watching that Magic Mike video, I thought that Elton was the more graceful one of the two but now I think it's definitely Kit. He did a great job with the dance and the entire choreography while Elton seems to have struggled a bit more, especially with the hips moves.

As a person with so much insight, I was wondering how do you think Pretty Deadly are liked amongst wrestling fans? I watched almost every video I could find of them in the past few days and they certainly have their fanbase but they also have detractor (which I guess is normal). I noticed that when they win a match sometimes they are being booed by the public? Or is the audience making the spooky fingers wooo sound?

I still can't believe how two wrestling guys won my heart! The fact that they are so similar to Celegorm and Curufin in appearance and in character definitely helped but now I also love them for themselves because they are so hilarious and entertaining and such good friends! I am eager to know as much about them as possible!

lmao, I mean... you could tweet them... though they've heard 'Legolas' so many times and begrudgingly meme'd about it that they might not want to know. But they do have twitters! And they'd probably love more fanart and shit! Who knows. They might appreciate the deeper dive reference.

Also it's funny, I could talk about their physicality for like an hour. I think Kit tends to be a little stiffer than Elton, which lends better for Elton for like... jumps and shit. But I think Kit is better with like, motions. Like actual muscle manipulation? idk. He used to have a lot of weird shit in his moveset.

"so much insight" adjsajdsljsdllalkdj thanks

So, I guess, idk, two things -

1.) They're heels/bad guys. Them being booed is expected and actually a good thing, that's their job. That means they're doing it well. Silence is the worst reaction they could get. There's actually a big chunk of like, long term fans who make comments like "Wow, I actually genuinely hate these guys... and that's a good thing." and that's just absolutely true. They're vain, they cheat, they're there to make the good guys look better. It's not super often in this day and age that a tag team makes people feel some type of way like that, and a lot of those same people will tell you they feel like they came out of the 80s for that reason. There's a lot about them in both character and just overall presentation, and the stuff they do in the ring, that appeals to like, actual fans of different eras, and not just a modern fanbase.

But like 2.) The "Main Roster" so to speak of the 'E is.... difficult. Because half the fanbase aren't those fans, they're casual fans or a younger audience. And unfortunately, since they were brought off the developmental show (which primarily has a very loyal unique audience and is almost always broadcast from the same building as opposed to on the road), and also because there was an injury early in the run, they got kind of... stunted, I think. They kind of went from one of their biggest up and coming acts to being pushed to the sidelines. So you end up with half a crowd that doesn't "get it" so to speak, or just dislikes them because... well... a lot of wrestling still appeals to a less than great crowd and they're the effeminate English guys and like, das gay, bro. So I think if you're watching stuff from Smackdown in particular, the reaction to them is a little unfortunate, and I'm hoping that changes soon because there's some new teams on the show after the past couple weeks and maybe they'll finally get a new storyline to work with to kinda re-introduce them.

Anyway I am glad you love them.

I love that they bonded over having the shittiest favorite Friends character. And that they claim the first thing they did in public after lockdown ended was do the stupid Dirty Dancing lift in the middle of the street in front of their girlfriends. Goals tbh.

Also some of my favorite things said about them besides Elves comparisons is "Didn't Ramona Flowers date both of these guys at the same time?" and "These guys remind me of Sailor Moon villains." Like ah, yes, they are exactly my Type.

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rustchild · 2 years ago

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So AEW’s using dirtsheets and reporters to take advantage of people’s expectation that they’ll have access to insider knowledge in order to create a new Kayfabe, right? Like. I could be wrong, but all of these dirtsheet stories hitting simultaneously about how Punk and Hangman have real heat and Punk was considering not even showing up to dynamite seem to be doing a lot of work to portray Punk as the exact heel character they’re trying to build in the ring. It looks like they realized they could generate buzz this way during the MJF storyline, and then decided to run with it.

#people complaining about punk being a manipulative narcissist who uses name recognition and fading star power #to make TK give him what he wants and bury homegrown talent #as though that wasn't the story about punk that they've been building basically since he debuted #how do you get a heel booed in the modern age?#make people feel like he's betrayed them personally #by taking advantage of their parasocial fixation on the performer #the locker room is split between supporting hangman and supporting punk i'm sorry i do not believe you #i do however believe that ex wwe guys who support punk vs aew and indie guys who support hangman #is a story that aew would tell #especially because of the number of times punk referenced wwe in that promo #like. dude said john cena was better than mox. you think he's not turning heel?#wrasslin

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byuntrash101 · 3 years ago

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PARAPHILIA - Part 3

Pairing: sub!Baekhyun x CEO!Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, slice of life, fluff (a tiny bit), smut

Tags: gentle dom/sub dynamics, sub!Baekhyun, apron, footjob, feet in mouth, praising, cum play

Raiting: +18 (you know me 🤪)

Word count: 3k

Summary: when you come back home from a very tiring day of work, your boyfriend Baekhyun knows exactly how to calm your nerves: with a foot massage.

A/N: This one has a different kind of dynamic since it’s gentle femdom. You see, the girl behing this blog is a switch so I hope you can enjoy this content too. Anyways don’t hesitate to comment or slide into my asks💖💖. - Cat ��

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Paraphilia #3: Podophilia, sexual attraction to feet

W O R S H I P

You massage your temple in small circles as you try your hardest to concentrate on the road, driving your black Mercedes SUV. Today was a really rough day at work.

You were CEO of a startup company that designs programmes protecting video games and preventing hackers to illegally distribute the games. The company is ever growing as the hackers become more and more inventive.

Today you met with Kazuo 'Kaz' Hirai, CEO of the Playstation branch of the Sony Interactive Entertainment group. You had to negotiate a contract to be the company to protect every playstation exclusive game that was to be released in the next five years. Needless to say, a huge deal for you and your company.

"Aishh..." you scoffed as you recalled the cold expression of the japanese middle aged man. That old fart was really stubborn and strong headed. But so were you which made the negotiations rather difficult. After hours and hours of negotiating you finally came to an agreement interesting enough to the both of you, your firm but also Sony.

So yes it was a really rough day. And you were tired... and hungry. Very hungry you thought as you pulled over in the drive away of the modern residence.

Once in the entry you were instantly greeted by the smell of delicious food coming from the kitchen. You didn't even bother taking off your high heeled black pumps and simply directly walked to the dining room.

There you find the table neatly arranged for two. Your boyfriend Baekhyun comes in from the kitchen and instantly jumps when he sees you.

"You scared me! I didn't hear you coming!" he says holding his chest. You puff out a laugh.

He still has the oven mits on, he's wearing a casual pastel green shirt with comfy jeans, topped with a cute blue apron. He's just adorable.

"Sorry I'm so tired I just didn't feel like yelling "i'm home" when I came in"

"I knew it was going to be a tiring day for you so I made you dinner" he came over to you and took off the oven mits then your coat and purse which he placed on the coffee table. He pulled the chair for you.

"That's so gentlemanly of you thank you" you said as you were getting seated. He bowed his head returning your smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

Soon he came back holding the food. Your eyes lit up at the delicious sight and you sat up on your chair. Baekhyun served you and himself then sat just right in front of you.

"Thank you for the food" you said as you leaned in and extended your arm to gently squeeze his hand over the table. He lightly blushes.

"You're welcome" he said before looking down on his chest. "Oops I forgot to take the apron off." he stood up again but you stopped him.

"No keep it on... I think it suits you! It's cute" you smiled at him, he smiled and sat back down.

You proceeded to eat, during the meal Baekhyun kept quiet about your work. He knew it was better to let you eat and enjoy a peaceful evening before actually starting to ask questions. Even though it killed him not to know and he just wanted to bombard you with a thousand questions.

"Aaah... I'm so full" you said rubbing your stomach. Baekhyun cutely smiled at you, his eyes forming crescents that complimented nicely his constellation moles.

"I'm glad you liked it"

"Of course I loved it you're the best cook ever" he was embarrassed at the compliment but flattered anyway.

"Thank you" he then marked a silence and hesitantly asked. "Hmmm... y/n... so how were the negotiations?" finally he asked the question that was burning his lips. You sighed. You would have liked it if he had waited until tomorrow to ask you but on the other hand you understood his curiosity. This contract was a turning point for the company.

"Well... it was... difficult" you said simply. Baekhyun stayed silent only waiting for more details. "Yes... basically I had to cut back on a lot of things I asked... I mean they were the bigger company at the table so I didn't have much negotiation power..." Baekhyun creased his eyebrows, worried. "But I still managed to secure a good deal. So, yes, next week we will officially sign the papers" you said finally. Baekhyun bursted in a loud celebration, which took you by surprise.

"Honey! that's great! you worked so hard for this!"

"Yeah" you said unconvinced... Honestly to you it somehow felt like a small defeat since you had to cut back on so many things but at the same time you had no other choice... "I think I'm just frustrated about how it actually went down, you know?" Baekhyun took your hand in his.

"Honey... the most important thing is that even if the deal isn't the absolute best it's still good for the company and if you do a good job in the course of the next 5 years they will want to work with you again and maybe other big companies will also want to... Next target Nintendo!" He said with a huge smile, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb.

That is something you always loved about Baekhyun. After dating for so long people complain about your significant other not being surprising anymore. When truly it's the best thing about having a relationship. The person staring back at you knows you like you two share the same heart. When your mind is full and you can't seem to put your thoughts into words… you don't have to because they know you. Baekhyun knows you.

He cheers you on when you're down. Sees the positive when you are tired of restlessly hoping. He's your light. He lights up your path everywhere you go.

He was adorable, staring back at you with dark brown eyes and the cute blue apron. So so cute... that unholy ideas started to form inside your dirty mind.

"You're right" you said looking back at him. Under the table you extended your leg and started to rub your foot on his pants. Baekhyun instantly stiffened, his smile dropped. "If only there was a way that I could relax..." you smirked at him with suggestive eyes.

"M-maybe a f-foot massage?" Baekhyun asked hesitantly, he was such a cutie stuttering like this. It made your heart melt.

"Why not?" you said shrugging, acting casual.

Baekhyun took a step in your direction but you stopped him.

"No!" he stopped in his tracks. Looked him up and down, licking your lips, anticipating what was to come. "Crawl to me" you said, smirking again. Baekhyun's warm smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was replaced by that soft submissive expression that you loved so much.

Without a word he got on all fours and slowly approached you, not breaking the eye contact you had. His face was slightly blushed, mixed with embarrassment and anticipation.

Once he reached you, you gently cupped his cheeks.

"Good boy" you praised him. Then you pushed back your chair and rotated on your butt to face him. You crossed your leg and presented him the foot that was hanging in the air. "Now do your thing"

Baekhyun looked up at you then he placed one hand over the heel of your shoe to support your leg the other hand behind your calf. He laid a soft kiss on your ankle and trailed his way down to stop where the shoe went over your toes. He looked up at you for further instructions.

"Lick it" you said. He didn't hesitate to stick his tongue out and lightly flick it against the shiny leather. A satisfied smile spread on your lips. He kissed the shoe again and you felt him lightly pull on the heel to take it off. You quickly lifted his chin with the pointy tip of the shoe.

"No.. Not yet" he whimpered cutely. He's so impatient. "Stand" you command. He does as he's told. "Now strip but keep the apron" he nods

He slips his hands underneath the blue apron and starts to unbutton his shirt. He then takes off one sleeve then the other one. He drops the pastel shirt to the ground. His toned arms move to mesmerize you. You bite on your bottom lip as he continues the show.

He moves on to unbuckle his belt and peels the denim off his skin. Finally he removes his boxers which he throws to the side.

He's left completely naked apart from the apron, which is tightly hugging him. The thin fabric is letting little to the imagination. You can clearly see his broad shoulders and arms who rest at his side and Baekhyun's pretty pink nipples. You let your eyes go down where you can see your boyfriend's bulge pitching a slightly twitchy tent underneath. You lick your lips thinking he's already so excited for you.

"Kiss me" you said lifting your head up slightly. Baekhyun bent down and linked his lips with yours in a heated and passionate kiss.

You untangled your fingers in his hairs, lightly pulling on it, which made him cutely whimper into your mouth. You took the opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth and deepen the kiss, pulling harder on his hair. He let out cute muffled moans. Then finally you let go of him. He was panting, face flushed red and his hair was messy.

"Now you may remove my shoes" you uncrossed your legs and laid both your feet flat on the ground. Baekhyun hurriedly kneeled down and removed both your shoes, setting them neatly on the side. Your feet made contact with the cold tiles of the dining room. But you didn't mind at all.

"Now lick them" you commanded. Baekhyun was ready to lift your feet to his mouth but you stopped him. "No get down there and lick them from the ground" you said sternly.

Baekhyun placed both his palms on the floor and bent his arms until his cheek touched the tiles. His ass was up in the air when he started to lick your toes. The tickling sensation sent goosebumps on your body and you sighed in satisfaction, fully enjoying the power you held over him.

You then slowly lifted your foot to give him access to your soles. He never broke contact with your foot and his face followed as you lifted it, bringing him back in his initial kneeling position. When he could finally lick your sole he didn't wait for a second. He licked your foot from the heel up to the toes. Your soles were his favourite part and you knew it. You smirked when you saw him indulge himself in the moment.

"Suck my toes" you commanded again. He nodded vigorously, tightly grabbing your foot and as he opened his mouth to bring your big toe inside it. He looked back at you and a soft moan escaped your lips feeling his wet mouth around your foot. "Such a good boy" you moaned softly, your breathing getting ever so slightly quicker.

"Enough!" You say before abruptly taking back your foot. You push him on his chest which causes him to fall back on his butt and his palms flat on the tiles. In this position the tent he's pitching is very visible. And you can't wait to finally see it.

You bring your toes underneath the apron around his crotch area and with a flick of the ankle you push back the fabric over the belt.

Finally you lay eyes on his twitching and aching cock. Precum is already seeping from the slit and you can't help but to smile from ear to ear when you finally uncover it.

"Look at this... Aren't we excited?" you asked, bringing your toes to his balls. Baekhyun stiffens.

"Y-yes" he whispers, unable to take off his eyes from your feet. You lightly lift your foot to the base of his shaft and he buckles up his hips, impatient.

"No no... you have to be good, okay? Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you coo.

"Yes!" he says excitedly, his eyes still on your foot, nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Good boy" you say before wrapping his cock with both feet and starting to pump his swollen dick. Immediately his eyes roll back as he bites his bottom lip. You pick up the pace and Baekhyun looks back at you. You normally don't go this hard right away but he's not complaining. He feels so good from the footjob.

Baekhyun's saliva really lubed up your feet and they glide easily on his precum oozing dick. You continue to harshly jerk his cock with your feet.

"Fuck... Honey... This is... Aaah... so gooddd!!" he says moaning shamelessly in between each word. He sounds so needy and whiny and most of all he looks absolutely delighted with his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his mouth hanging open.

You felt him twitch around your toes and withdraw them immediately before he can spill his juice. Baekhyun let out a disappointed whimper as the pleasure fades away. You can't help but to smirk when you see him squirm.

"Get up" you command him.

You stand up from the chair and flip the table cloth over the dirty dishes, making way for you to sit.

You take your time, taking every single piece of clothing off you, striping sensually for your boyfrined who thickly swallows as you're removing the last piece of fabric.

You set your bottom on the dark wood of the dining table and lean back over on your elbow, your knees together bent back on your chest. Baekhyun stands in front of you, his dark red cock seeping precum and twitching.

You then part your knees slowly, uncovering your glistening pink folds absolutely drenched in your juices. You're feeling incredibly aroused. Baekhyun is in awe in front of such a view. No matter how many times he's seen you, every time he still is breathless.

"Come here baby" you say as you gesture to him to come close. "Now fuck me baby" you murmur in a sultry tone.

Baekhyun can't believe his ears. Rare are the occasions when you let him fuck you. Most of the time you are on top and in control. But today he's been such a good boy you exceptionally let him be on top.

He doesn't take one more second to align himself with your lonely and aching center. Slowly he pushes himself inside you. The slip is easy as your juices coat even your inner thighs. You gasp delightfully at the sensation of him gently stretching you open.

"Fuck... Y/n...Aaaah" Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan that wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. You love to hear his struggling moans.

"Fuck me faster" you command your boyfriend who has his eyes tight shut, trying his hardest not to bust right away.

He takes a bruising grip on your fleshy thighs and gradually he picks up the pace, waves of heat and pleasure wash over your entire body as you shamelessly moan while Baekhyun makes your breasts jump with each thrust.

"Tell me how good this feels baby" you tell him, craving more of his high pitched and needy voice. Baekhyun whimpers before answering.

"Aaah... Your pussy feels so good" he says before letting go of one of your thighs to bring your foot to his face. He buried his nose in your sole. "Fuck... aaaah... Honey" he sounds pleading, so submissive despite the fact that he's the one over you roughly pounding into you.

He gasps when he feels your walls tightening around him. He takes one of your toes in his mouth. He makes you feel so good, the way he doesn't restrain his thrusts has you gasping each time his tip kisses your cervix. Your moans and his mix in a beautiful symphony that resonates in the empty dining room.

"Baekhyun don't stop I'm gonna cum" You moan as you extend your hand to bring a little attention to your clit. With two fingers your circle your swollen and needy bud. The pleasure rises again and beads of sweat roll in between your bouncing tits.

"Fuckk... I'm cumming too" he says in one breathy moan, your toes hanging on his lips.

"Aaaah yes baby" you moan finally letting go of the knot in your stomach. Your pussy tightly clenching around Baekhyun's cock, milking it to the last drop of cum.

Baekhyun then pulls out to spread the last streams of cum on your feet, which you bring in front of his pulsing cock and point out. You feel the hot liquid coat your toes and your ankles as Baekhyun cusses and moans loudly.

He then staggers to one of the chairs and crashes on it. His cock still pulsing in his fist, chest heaving and glistening with sweat.

You look at him straight in the eyes when you bring your feet to your mouth and lick them clean. The bitter and sweet taste of Baekhyun's cum fills your mouth. You close your eyes fully enjoying it, moaning against your toes on your lips. Baekhyun looks at you being this naughty with an evil glint in the eye.

"Baby you taste so good" you whisper. Baekhyun smiles, still panting and exhausted.

"Does that mean I'll get to be on top more often?" he asks.

"Hmmm..." you bring your finger to scratch your chin, fainting to think deeply.

"No" you say with a smile. You're already off in the staircase laughing when Baekhyun grumbles and pouts cutely protesting.

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#baekhyun smut #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun ff #sub!baekhyun #sub!idol #kpop smut #exo smut #sub!exo #sub baekhyun #dom!reader #exo fanfic #exo ff #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #exo x reader #exo x you

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strvngemagics · 4 years ago

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❝ What, like it’s hard? ❞ huh, who’s REBECCA RITTENHOUSE? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually SELENE BLISHWICK NEÉ ROWLE. she is a THIRTY-THREE year old PUREBLOOD witch who is VP OF TALENT AND PARTNERSHIPS AT A WIXEN TECH & MEDIA COMPANY. she is known for being SELF-ABSORBED, VAIN, APATHETIC, DECEITFUL, and CONTROLLING but also SAVVY, RESILIENT, CREATIVE, ENERGETIC, and ENTHUSIASTIC, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song OH NO! by MARINA and FRESHLY LIT SOY CANDLES, CRYSTAL PAPERWEIGHTS, THE PERFECT SELFIE LIGHTING, WHITE LINEN SHIRTS, AND BROKEN WINE GLASSES. i hear she is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on her.

character parallels: diana, princess of wales, gwenyth paltrow, goop (as in the brand), deelia deetz (beetlejuice), alexis rose (schitt’s creek), fiona goode (ahs coven), emily nelson (a simple favor)

A Q&A WITH SELENE BLISHWICK, MODERN WITCH AND BOSS B*TCH

Witch Weekly caught up with the Vice President of Talent and Partnerships at Blishwix (and new mom!) for some insight into her favourite things and tips on how to be your best #girlboss.

What’s your uniform?

Jumpsuits, flowy blouses and wide-legged pants, sunglasses that cover most of my face, and a sensible heel. A red lippie is also a must.

What was your first job?

Being Gryffindor Prefect feels like it should have qualified as a job, considering all the time I spent on patrol!

Your morning routine?

Well, my son is three months old and has just started to fall into a sleep routine (thank Merlin!) so he will gently rouse (read: scream) me awake around 5:30. I’ll usually breastfeed while checking my emails, texts, and DMs, because it’s all about multitasking! One perk of traveling as much as I have is that I have friends in almost every timezone — the notifs are constant. After Zephyr is fed, I’ll pass him off to my husband to play peek-a-boo while I shower, foam roll, and make a green juice or tea.

I’m working from home until we transition Zep to having a nanny, so I generally won’t get dressed unless I have lunch or a meeting to attend.

First celebrity crush?

Oh, this is so embarrassing — the drummer from Nine Inch Wands? I had a severe goth phase. It happens to the best of us.

Wouldn’t leave home without?

Moonflower moisturizer from UNICRN, a (fully-charged) laptop, a fresh orange.

Proudest moment?

When Wick changed a nappy for the first time — I knew then and there our marriage was sturdier than a mountain made of trolls.

Your bucket-list wellness experience?

I have seen so many kitschy Korean spa trips on WixPix. I want one of those treatments where they scrub you within an inch of your life. Then a nice soak in a seaweed bath and just like, a bucket of bibimbap.

Mentors?

Every woman who has ever worked at Blishwix. Getting to know so many interesting and inspiring witches at every age — it’s so wonderful. Witnessing their lives, their wins, and their woes has lead me to believe more in myself and trust that I am headed into the direction I am meant to go.

Perfect Sunday afternoon?

Shopping in Diagon or Sloane Street with my sister Vesta, then home to snuggle with my baby and enjoy something pasta-y and delicious with my husband that evening.

The things you buy in bulk?

Pepperup — I’m so susceptible to colds — cashmere-wool mid calf socks, and freeze-dried strawberries.

Drink of choice?

I’m obsessed with juices — anything that’s very kale-forward. If I’m being naughty, a dry martini or gillywater and gin.

Favourite movie?

The Woodstock documentary! It's so beautiful and inspiring that thousands of people came together for three wonderful days of peace and music.

How often do you recharge your crystals?

Every full moon!

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asndksjdfsd ANYWAY. some shit abt selene’s personality:

like her husband, selene blishwick is full of shit. if wick is the engineer and tech brain behind blishwix’s products, selene is the ‘natural’-product peddling, #influencerstatus, charming (read: bitchy White Feminist) face of the brand and responsible for seeking the up-and-coming entertainers and corporations who will take their company from impressive start-up to cultural mainstay. like wick, selene’s primary objective is to get blishwix products and apps into every wix’s hand to track and monitor their behavior — and her immediate second objective is to make a fuckton of money doing so.

don’t let her foolish, goop-esque ways fool you — selene is constantly scheming about how to utilize the latest trends to squeeze an unsuspecting public dry of both their money and their private info.

she and her husband do love each other and are clearly a work team/match made in hell, but there’s def some mutual cheating going on that they should probably address (but will they?!?! who knows)

selene’s relationship with her younger sister vesta is complicated. vesta knows how to push her buttons and strike at her insecurities, many of which stem from the fact that selene fears her sister can and will usurp her in terms of glamor, style, talent, etc. she loves ves but it’s hidden under a thick layer of backhanded compliments and petty betrayals.

selene is terrified of aging. catch her slathering on skin products every second of every day

[POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION TW] she loves her son zephyr (even more than she loves the number of likes he’ll get on her wixpix), but selene is suffering from postpartum depression hard and is yet to realize that she can’t reiki meditate her way out of it [end tw]

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STATS

name. selene blishwick (neé rowle)

nickname. none

birthdate. 7th june 1998

place of birth. st. mungo’s

family. vesta rowle (sister), extended rowle cousins, zephyr blishwick (son)

relationship status. married to jimbo blishwick vi.

occupation. vp of talent and partnerships at blishwix media; influencer

gender identity. cis-woman

romantic orientation. biromantic

sexuality. bisexual

blood status. pureblood

pets. tbd

HOGWARTS / MAGIC

house. formergryffindor

allegiance. the death eaters

n.e.w.t. grades. defense (a), charms (a), herbology (e), potions (e), history of magic (a), ancient runes (e), care of magical creatures (a)

wand. tbd

boggart. tbd

amortentia. tbd

magical strengths. tbd

magical weaknesses. tbd

PERSONALITY

zodiac.

sun - gemini

moon - scorpio

rising - leo

#potterintro #this is baaaaad #but r's beautiful intro inspired me to finish #* ' selene.#depression tw #food mentions throughout tw

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1-800-i-ship-it · 4 years ago

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*All Might voice* I AM HERE! for dad!jinsung and son!bam fluff and content.

I am so paranoid tumblr is gonna delete this and lo and behold it won’t appear on my pc browser as a draft what’d ya know surprise surprise so here we go mobile copy paste it is listen tumblr I’m so done I can see the drafts increase from 42 to 43 but the gosh darned POST DOESNT APPEAR.

Anyways

Hello anon!

Apologies for the super long wait for me answering this :’) In hindsight maybe I should have just answered it with a short answer but since I dragged it out this long, might as well write some headcanons amirite; i have some modern day setting + ToG stuff hope u don’t mind + varying ages of Bam

Modern Day:

Jinsung taking smol bam to a small ice cream stand and just chilling in the park walking around, smol Bam asks Jinsung a lot of questions and Jinsung just kinda doesn’t know what to tell Bam xD

Jinsung taking teen Bam back to school shopping and while doing so buys Bam matching clothes with him (that black dress shirt and khakis yes) and Bam likes to wear it to remind him of his dad when he can’t see him

Jinsung taking care of baby Bam who wakes him up in the middle of the night and leaves him with eyebags all the time but has the cutest baby smile ever that even Jinsung cannot resist it

But other than that Bam is a great baby who rarely misbehaves and is a favorite at FUG gatherings during the holidays which Jinsung is forced to go to sometimes

Jinsung trying to figure out what to say to Bam the first time smol Bam has a boo boo and needs comforting

Jinsung meeting Wangnan at the park once, a random teenager, who offers him lollipops instead of cigarettes and looks pointedly at smol Bam, to which Jinsung reluctantly accepts

The next time Wangnan spots Jinsung and his son at the park again he smiles seeing that Jinsung is chewing on a lollipop instead of smoking

Jinsung’s favorite lollipop flavor is lemon no I do not take criticism (I’m just kidding, I just think he might like it)

I’d imagine Jinsung is some high ranking officer at a big company but hates dealing with paperwork so his assistants always deal with that stuff, and technically isn’t the highest ranking officer but they go to him for problems they don’t know what to do about cause he’s extremely knowledgeable

Has a lot of influence therefore can do almost anything he wants so he has flexible hours in order to take care of smol Bam

When Bam comes home one day saying he has met Khun Jinsung frowns every so slightly for a split second before Bam can see but Jinsung lets it slide...for now because he can see how excited smol Bam is talking about his school day and meeting Khun who gave him a super cool shiny stone; Jinsung notices that it’s suspendium and in his head is like damn, they sure are close

Of course, Jinsung still tells his people to do an extensive background check on Khun AA to make sure he was clean and wasn’t just trying to sabotage his company like the 10 Great Famillies did before

Bam gets older, Khun and Bam are as close as ever and Jinsung realizes that Bam is gay before Bam realizes

Jinsung sits down to have the talk with Bam and dear god poor middle school Bam is just confused and is like, what are you talking about, I only like Khun, I think I love him? But it’s just Khun? Then Jinsung sighs deeply and realizes he’s dug himself a hole and just keeps talking to Bam about being demi and all that, Bam kind of understands but not really, Jinsung kinda gives up at the end but asks some questions about what Khun means to Bam who in turn rambles a bunch and Jinsung is like yup head-over-heels

Fast forward to high school; Khun is Bam’s prom date as “friends” Khun comes to pick Bam up and while Bam dashes upstairs, Jinsung gives Khun The Dad Talk about not hurting Bam and Khun is actualllly kind of intimidated for once, but once Jinsung sees the look in Khun’s eyes he’s like alright this boi also head-over-heels we should be good

Jinsung never cries but he cries at their wedding (just a few tears obviously, the full on crying comes after)

Tower of God universe:

I like to think that Jinsung reminds Bam that he’s there for him and they have silent acknowledgments or agreements with each other about that especially after a tough training day

Bam might not know but Jinsung breaks a lot of rules for him from FUG but he gets away with it bc he’s powerful and also so is Bam

Classic thing that’s like already canon but Jinsung buying clothes for Bam and always beng able to send them to him no matter where he is

Bam has an attachment to the first shirt that Jinsung gave Bam and even though its torn and ripped he keeps it (even tho Khun says not to)

When training with FUG, Jinsung pushes Bam to his limit but never too much, which was sparked by Hwaryun in the beginning telling Jinsung what Bam is really capable of (beginning of Bam growing on Jinsung)

Bam always coughs whenever Jinsung smokes near him so Jinsung makes sure he doesn’t smoke close to Bam

Jinsung sometimes opens up and tells Bam stories about his past to which Bam listens earnestly but also sometimes doesn’t say anything, the pressure FUG putting on him almost breaking him, and sometimes Jinsung will give him a pat on the shoulder, and on really bad days, a hug even though Jinsung feels awkward doing it he knows it helps Bam

Jinsung gives Bam headpats no I will not take criticism

Still does it even when Bam grows almost to his height (I did not check the wiki pls don’t attack me)

Jinsung ends up caring a lot for Bam, and Bam for Jinsung eventually even though he was quite angry and frustrated at first

Bam fills the void in Jinsung’s heart, quenches some of his never-ending thirst for revenge against the 10 great families and jahad and what they have done to him, and Jinsung is kind of like the real parent that Bam never really had with Rachel

Jinsung tells Bam to be happy, and Bam’s just, never really thought about that much; in his mind it was always Rachel as the endgame, but eventually he comes to realize what happiness really means to him, and he’s grateful for Jinsung’s support

Bam gives Jinsung hope, something he thought he would never have ever again, and Jinsung gives Bam the notion of happiness and healthy parenting (i acknowledge it might not have been healthy in the beginning), someone who he can rely on

They both help each other grow and I think that’s beautiful

Aight I might have gone overboard but to be fair I did already warn ya’ll in my blog description that my default is rambling xD anyways anon I hope this answers your ask! So sorry I took legit FOREVER to answer but I hope this lived up to your expectations.

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nazariolahela · 5 years ago

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Something Domestic: Chapter 1

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a new TRR AU I’ve been working on. This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

Thanks to my guardian angel and internet best friend forever, @burnsoslow. I appreciate you, boo! 😘

Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Riley meets her new employers.

The city zooms by as I stare out the tinted windows of the town car I’m riding in. I’m on my way to interview for the nanny position for one of the most upscale families in New York and my palms are damp. What if the kids don’t like me? What if I don’t like them? Or the parents for that matter. What if the father tries to seduce me? Will the mother have me fired because she thinks I’m sleeping with her husband? Thoughts invade my mind as I try to calm myself. I’ve never nannied for a family of this stature before and I don’t know much about them, other than who they are. Depending on how this job goes, it could make or break my career.

The car stops in front of a luxurious penthouse. I crane my neck to scale the height of the building. 60, maybe 70 floors. Who knows? The driver opens the door for me and I exit the vehicle, making my way to the entrance. I’m greeted by a well-dressed doorman.

“Good afternoon. Can I help you, miss?” he says, smiling.

“Riley Brooks. I’m here to see the Rhys family,” I reply, fumbling with the untucked hem of my blouse, quickly tucking it back in the waistband of my skirt. He nods and steps aside, holding the door open for me.

I walk through the magnificent entry vestibule and enter the double-height marble lobby. The view makes me stop in my tracks. This place is incredible. It rivals the lobby of a five-star hotel. A cream-colored banquette round settee sofa sits in the middle of the room, with two circular metal end tables on each side. A gold metal-framed coffee table with a clear beveled glass top sits next to two upholstered grain Italian leather high back chairs. Strewn across the surface are copies of Robb Report, The New Yorker, and DuPont Registry. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the room in a warm glow.

A single receptionist desk presides on the left side of the room, where a short, middle-aged woman with chestnut brown hair sits, thumbing through the latest issue of Trend Magazine. When she notices me, her head shoots up and she tucks the magazine under a stack of papers.

“Welcome. What can I do for you today, miss…?” she pauses, studying my face. “Are you a resident here?”

“I’m not. I have an 11 a.m. meeting with the Rhys family for their nanny position. My name is Riley Brooks.”

She eyes me incredulously. “You seem a little young to be a nanny,” she huffs, then flips through an appointment book. “Ah yes, Miss Brooks. The Rhys are expecting you. Take the elevator up to the Penthouse level. Someone will be there to let you in.” She nods her head toward the elevator on the right side of the room and returns to her magazine.

I make my way through the lobby and step onto the elevator. I take a deep breath and press “PH,” my hands trembling slightly. The car jolts and begins its ascent to the top floor. I pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text to my best friend and roommate Hana, filling her in.

I smile, tucking the phone back into my purse as the elevator car arrives at the top. The door glides open and I step out into the foyer. As I walk through to the main part of the penthouse, I’m immediately blown away by how elegant this place is. The main floor is a massive open cellar with impressive double-height ceilings. The interior has a fresh and modern style, flooded with natural sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. A set of heels clicking on the marble tile breaks me from my trance and I turn to see a stunning woman with a shoulder-length blonde bob coming in my direction. She’s around my height with a slim build. Her black polka dot blazer and red pants hug the curves of her body. Her emerald green eyes are piercing as they look me up and down.

“Ah. You must be the new nanny. I’m Madeleine Karlington,” she says, extending her manicured hand. I take it in mine and give her a hearty shake. “Come. Everyone else is in the living room,” she says, pulling back her hand before turning and heading back in the direction she came.

I follow behind her, taking in the penthouse. She leads me through the large eat-in kitchen with imported counters and top-of-the-line appliances, to the living room. A wood-burning fireplace adorns the only wall without windows. Three large floor-to-ceiling windows give me an unobstructed East, South, and West view showcasing the East River and every iconic landmark midtown building in the city. The sun casts a warm glow through the already bright room. There’s no way a family with children lives here. The room is all-white-everything.

I turn away from the windows to my left and see a tall man with sandy blonde hair rise from the plush white sofa. Good lord, he’s an Adonis. He’s at least six foot four, his thick blond hair is parted slightly on the left side of his head, his high cheekbones shape his beautiful face. His sapphire blue eyes glitter, making any woman who looks into them weak in the knees. His soft pink lips frame his straight white teeth, making his smile to-die-for. He’s wearing a maroon sweater over a white dress shirt, and dark denim jeans. Through his sweater, I can make out the outlines of his muscles. He definitely works out. I’m pulled from my daydream to see a young boy and girl both with platinum locks staring me down from their hiding place behind their father’s legs.

Before anyone can speak, Madeleine introduces me to her family. “This is Riley. She’s here to interview for your new nanny. Please be respectful.” She motions me to the center of the room where the sofa and a matching loveseat and chair are sitting in a semicircle with a glass-top coffee table in the center. Liam and the children take a seat on the sofa. I sit down in the chair and smile at the kids. Madeleine sits down on the loveseat and turns to me.

“So, Riley. Tell us a little bit about yourself,” she says, leaning forward to retrieve a martini from the coffee table. She then sits back and takes a long pull from her glass.

I take a deep breath. “Well, I’m 25. I’m originally from Brooklyn, I have a BS in Early Childhood Education from NYU Steinhardt. I was going to become a teacher, but I took a job with the nanny agency to pay for school and ended up falling in love with it. I’ve been a nanny full-time for two years now, and I’m really looking forward to getting to know all of you,” I smile, turning towards the kids, who are curled up next to their father on the sofa. My eyes travel up to his face, and his blue eyes sparkle as he smiles at me.

“Riley, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Liam, and this is Charlotte and Phillip. Charlotte is six, Phillip is four,” he says, wrapping an arm around each child, snuggling them close to his body.

As he speaks, I catch myself fantasizing about him. I imagine those blue eyes staring into mine as I rip off his sweater and run my hands down his broad chest. My pulse races as I think about kissing those lips. My eyes travel down the length of his torso to his hands as they rest on each child’s shoulder. His hands are just as perfect as the rest of him, long fingers ending in short, clean nails. I pause at how big they are. He’s a tall guy, so I’m not surprised by their size, but I’m shocked at just how big they are. My mind reverts to that old saying, “Big Hands, Big Feet…” and I feel a blush creep up my face. Stop it. He’s your potential boss.

Shaking the thoughts from my mind, I focus my attention on the kids. Charlotte, the six-year-old, has her mother’s stunning emerald green eyes and a head of platinum blonde hair pulled into two pigtail braids that rest on her shoulders. Her pudgy cheeks are tinted a rosy pink and her nose curves up at a slight point. She’s wearing a light green dress with a blue bow and white sandals. Judging by how her mom looks, she’s going to be a knockout when she grows up. Phillip, the four-year-old, has a mess of sandy blonde hair atop his head, and the same sapphire blues as his dad. His pert nose sits on his face, nostrils caked with a thin-layer of snot.

I straighten up and turn my attention back to Liam and then Madeleine. “So, tell me more about yourselves,” I say. Madeleine looks to me, then Liam, then back to me. “Well, I work in PR for Fydoria Communications and Liam is CEO of Cordonia Enterprises. We’ve lived in this penthouse for about seven years. Liam spends about 50/50 time between the office and here, so occasionally, you’ll see him around the house, but he’ll be working, so you’ll need to tend to the children full-time. I work from 7 a.m. to 5:30 p.m., so I’m usually here around six to relieve you of your duties. We won’t require you to work on weekends unless something comes up where both of us are unavailable, and we’ll try to give you twelve hours notice.”

“Okay,” I reply. “Can you tell me about what my duties with the kids will be?”

Liam chimes in. “Charlotte is starting first grade at Stormholt Elementary in a few weeks, and Phillip stays home so you’ll be with him full-time while Charlotte’s in school. We’ll need you to drop her off at 8 a.m. and pick her up at 3:30 p.m., as well as help her with her homework and handle snacks,” he says.

I nod. “Do you have a vehicle I can use for pick-ups and drop-offs? I don’t drive.”

Madeleine answers, “We have a town car and a driver at your disposal. You can use them any time you have the children. The driver lives in an apartment here in the building and he’s on-call during work hours, so you can just call him and he’ll take you where you need to go.”

I listen intently, absorbing every bit of information about the job. Take the kids to school, pick them up, feed and tend to them until their parents get home. Seems easy enough. “Will I be required to cook or clean anything while I’m here?” I ask.

Liam chuckles and shakes his head. “No. We have a cleaning service that comes on Saturdays, and our personal chef Mira comes on Sundays. The only cooking and cleaning you’ll need to do is to prepare snacks for the kids and pick up any mess you or they make.”

Charlotte starts tugging on his Liam’s shirt, “Daddy. I’m bored,” she whines, while Phillip rubs his eyes and stifles a yawn. He looks down at the children, then across to Madeleine, whose expression is unreadable. “The kids are getting fidgety which means it’s almost naptime. Do you have any questions for Riley?” he asks her.

She downs the rest of her martini and sets the glass on the table. “We’ve already done an extensive background check on her through the agency, so I know she’s not a criminal. I also have copies of her resume and college transcript, so I know her credentials are legitimate. If you don’t have any other questions, I think we’re finished here.”

Liam’s lips curl into a grin and he turns his attention to me, “I have just one more question. When can you start?”

#trr au #trr fanfic #liam rhys #madeleine karlington #riley brooks #the royal romance #playchoices fanfic #something domestic #nanny au #nazariolahela fanfic

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softspaceboibrian · 5 years ago

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Journeys End in Lovers Meeting (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Professor Gwilym Lee x student reader

Summary: Reader is a new student at Harvard University and, on her first day, she does something she might regret. Or maybe not.

Warnings: none

Wc: 2035

A/N: sorry for being inactive, not posting anything. it's just that I'm so busy with uni and exams (reason why I won't be too active in the next month or so). anyway, here's the new chapter! hope you like it!! remember to reblog and leave your comments, so I know what you think!!!

Previous Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 5

Taglist: @tegan-eva @kerouacsroad

“The play was really good, don’t you think?” Gwilym said with a smile, while walking out of the theatre, hands in the pockets of his jacket.

You finished closing your jacket while walking behind him, trying to protect yourself from the cold of your first American winter. “Yes, the actors were amazing, and I loved how they kept the original English rather than making it more modern.”

He was going to add something, but immediately noticed how much you were shivering because of the cold. “Do you want to grab something to eat? There was that diner you saw a few blocks back. You seemed to like it.” He smiled gently, taking a step closer to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, trying to warm you up a little.

And you actually did appreciate the warmth the man irradiated from his body, instantly getting closer to him, forgetting for even just a second the fact that you were supposed to be his student. In that moment, you were just friends, which, in a way, you really were. “Yes, please, let’s do it”. You were freezing, obviously you were. Geographically speaking, Cambridge, Massachusetts, was supposed to be somewhat warmer than good, old London’s freezing winter. At least that was what you thought since, by looking at a world map, you thought Massachusetts was a little more south than England. But, again, you knew next to nothing about anything regarding science.

You walked down the sidewalk together, actually appreciating the evening – yes, the cold too -, talking about the play and how you liked it, which was each other’s favourite scene, and all those things Shakespeare’s lovers discuss about. But, finally, a few minutes later, you got to the little diner. As soon as you walked in, your eyes started to move from side to side, admiring every single detail of that place, which looked as if it was from another era: it was just like those old movies you used to watch with your mother, like Grease or Back to the Future, with a black and white checked floor, with individual booths, leather-covered benches and stools, those big led signs, and, obviously, a jukebox. “This place is wonderful” You breathed, astonished by that place.

He just smiled, walking towards a booth and waiting for you to join him. “I thought you were more a 20s kind of girl – he grinned, looking at you – you know, dry cocktails, curtains blowing in the wind, Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald.”

“Oh goof (sweetie), it was cat’s pyjamas (awesome, the best) back then, but you know, this place is swell (cool)” you giggled, while sitting in front of him, finally laying your eyes on him, an amused grin on Gwilym’s face.

“So, you know the 20s slang. I see” He tilted his head to side. “And tell me, doll, would you mind ordering something to chew (eat)?”

You laughed, definitely not expecting him to know 20s slang too. It was already crazy for one person of your age to use a slang that was used almost a century before, let alone two. “Absolutely”

“That was delicious” You marvelled, right before taking the last sip of your vanilla and mint milkshake. You were ecstatic, and Gwilym noticed it. He had never seen you this happy, and he had known you for four months at that point. Your smile was pure, with the angles of your mouth so far back and up that it almost took up most of your face. Your eyes shone so bright. And those dimples, which he had only recently noticed, those were so accentuated.

“Do you want to play a song?” He asked, giving you a coin and nodding towards the jukebox right behind your table. He didn’t need to ask you a second time, you had already taken that coin and got up, your eyes already scrolling through the long list of songs. He was looking at you, noticing how your eyes were unable to keep still, they were lively and quick, never fixed on one thing for too long, probably to keep up with your always working mind. And you were beautiful.

“Hope you know this song, because we’re dancing” You broke the silence, immediately running to him and grabbing his hand, trying to make him stand up.

“What? Wait, love, I don’t… I don’t dance” He shook his head, laughing, trying to sound as nice as possible.

At those words, you stopped, pouting. “Please, just one song” And looking at you like that made it even harder for him to say no a second time. “Pretty please! I love this song!”

He stayed in silence for a few second, before getting up, finally giving him. He couldn’t definitely dance, that’s for sure, but he just couldn’t stay there and not do anything, not when you were that happy just a few seconds before. “You will have to guide me through this because, honey, I’m not joking when I’m telling you that I cannot dance” He giggled, squeezing your hand a little bit before actually pulling you closer. At those words, your face immediately lit up.

In that moment, if someone saw the two of you like that, jumping around, Gwilym holding you close to him in that way, that someone would have probably thought that you were friends, or maybe something more, definitely not a student with her professor. And neither one of you felt that way. Everyone could read in Gwilym’s eyes how much he cared for you, but even how hard he was trying to not fall for you. Whereas you, you would never admit your feelings to anyone, but Rose already knew it. You definitely were head over heels for him, but at the same time you were too scared to admit to yourself that you actually had feelings for him. Every time Rose would ask you whether you liked Gwilym or not, you would immediately start nervously laughing, looking away, your cheeks would turn red and you would say things like “What? Him? But he’s my professor!” or “What are you saying? No!”, but your body was surely saying something totally different.

A few minutes later the song was over, and you were sitting again one in front of the other, trying to catch your breaths. “So, are you going back to your hometown for the winter break?” Gwilym asked, his back against the seatback.

In a matter of time, your smile faded away, which was quickly replace by a cold, distant expression. “No, I think I’m staying here” you mumbled, crossing your legs on the bench.

“I see… - he nodded, not getting why your mood changed so quickly after that question – are you celebrating Christmas with Rose then?”

“No, she’s going back to Illinois to her family. She asked me to go with her, but I didn’t feel like it. I will just stay home, watch some old Christmas movie, make cookies and hot chocolate. Maybe I’ll visit a couple of museums.” You explained, your eyes low on the empty glass that was once filled with delicious milkshake, absent-mindedly playing with the straw.

He hated seeing you like that. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you this sad, and it was probably for the same reason, which you never wanted to explain to him. You would always try and hide it behind a fake smile or simply a cup of tea. But that time, it was different. He had said something that made you feel that way, and he couldn’t stand it. “You can come over to my place for Christmas.” He said, trying to catch your attention, wanting to look you in the eyes. “My mom is going to be there and she’s definitely going to prepare too much food for just the two of us.” He laughed a little bit nervously, really hoping you would say yes. “Furthermore, I don’t want you to spend Christmas day alone. That would be really sad. Unless you’re old and grumpy and your name is Ebenezer Scrooge”

Finally, you cracked a smile. He knew it wasn’t a happy one, or at least not as happy as it would have been a few minutes before, but he made you smile, and that was already far more than enough. “I don’t know, Gwilym, I don’t want to-”

“Humbug!” He talked like an old man would, obviously trying to imitate the A Christmas Carol’s character. He new you loved that story, and he thought that it was definitely the right way to cheer you up. “Come on! I’ll come and pick you up, so you can help me set the table and then we’ll just wait for my mom to arrive while watching a movie.”

“Okay, but only if I can bring the dessert”

“You can do whatever you want, love” he smiled, happy to see you do the same.

The days went by quickly after that night, lessons finished, winter break started, Rose left and so did almost half of Cambridge’s population, because, apparently, most of the people living in that town were Harvard students. Walking downtown those days was both relaxing and melancholic, cafés were almost empty, shops played those old Christmas songs for the few people that came in to buy the last presents. It had even snowed for a couple of days, and now the streets and the sidewalks were covered in white, soft snow, which seemed to be asking to be picked up and thrown at people. But you had no one. Not that you minded being alone that much. you appreciated being able to walk alone, without worrying about what time you had to be back home for dinner, being able to walk out of the bathroom in your underwear after having taken the longest shower ever, without risking to find an unexpected guest. You had even found the time to get Gwilym a small present. It was nothing too special or expensive, just a little something to thank him for everything he had being doing for you since the first day. You were walking down a street, not really looking for something in particular, just enjoying your alone time, soft music coming out of each shop; then your attention got caught by an old bookshop just across the street. Curiosity drove you inside the store, where you immediately recognised the familiar smell of paperbacks, old newspapers, and you knew that was going to be your new favourite shop. You walked through the aisle, scrolling with your eyes through the titles, spending a little more time in the classics section. It didn’t take you long to sit yourself down on the ground, in the middle of the aisle, your back against the bookshelf, with books scattered all around you, trying to decide which one you should get yourself as Christmas present, not really thinking about anything else.

“Can I help you, dear?” A voice asked, which made you look up. In front of you there was a lady around her sixties, with grey hair neatly pulled up into a perfect bun, as if she was one of those ballerinas ready to go on stage for their performance.

“I was just looking for a book” You smiled back, getting up and noticing how small the woman actually was.

She turned around and reached for a book, handing it to the young lady in front of her, a gentle expression on her face. “Have you ever read this one?”

You took the book from the woman’s hands and read the title: The Call of the Wild by Jack London. “Yes, I know this book.” Of course you did, just as you knew it was one of Gwilym’s favourite books. You remembered how happy he got every time he told you about his mother reading him that book every night before going to sleep when he was 10. “I think this is the book I was looking for”

“Is it a present?”

“Yes” Your plan of getting a book for yourself just vanished from your mind, all you could think now was how Gwilym might react to you giving him that book.

“Someone special, darling?”

“I think so”

#journeys end in lovers meeting #jeilm #gwilym lee x reader #professor!gwilym lee #professor x student #softspaceboibrian writings #softspaceboibrian #professor gwilym lee #gwilym lee x you #gwilym lee

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caredogstips · 7 years ago

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How Knowing A Few Key Phrases Completely Changes Wrestling

The following collecting of words will sound like total goddamn gibberish to most of you, but hardcore wrestling devotees will know exactly what I’m supposing: “Can you believe the canned heat they just piped in for that jobber? It was supposed to be a basic promo, but he worked himself into a hit, and now smarks are going to be exclaiming about how he needs a mouthpiece.”

This is one of the greatest specific areas of wrestling to me: the behind-the-scenes lingo. It says so much about service industries, formerly you know what it all means. Most of it was started in a experience when fighting was presented as a lawful competitive resist boast. They were code words that were only known to the people who were in the business. For instance, “jobber” is system for a kind of no-name wrestler whose sole aim is to lose to bigger hotshots. But if it’s 1970, and you’re telling the world that the sport is “real, ” you can’t precisely tell on the fact that this guy’s chore is “professional loser.”

But it gets better …

Mark/ Smark

“Mark” is a straight-up conman expression. It was used by carnival works back in the ancient times when people went to carnivals on purpose. A “mark” was the victim of rigged recreations or the target of a con. So let’s say you were a worker who was operating a game booth where the objective was to knock down a load of milk cans with a baseball, but one of them was fitted with cement … when a person moved by, showing interest, you’d speculate, “Here’s the mark who’s about to become me some sugared milk-can money.”

Outside of the “con” aspect, it was a carnival word that was used literally. If you two are paying for your ticket, and the person or persons in the booth recognized that you had a lot of money, person would grab a bit of clay or chalk and discretely observe your robes, so the game-booth works would know who had money to invest and who didn’t. That style, they didn’t squander their time on broke-ass punks who were just there to look at the glossy prizes.

A mark in battling is someone who gets really into particular performers or heavily buys into the story lines. You’re falling for their execution in the same way that you’re falling for the milk-can gimmick. In the most basic gumption. In the world of fighting devotees , “mark” is often used as an offense. So if someone’s a fan of John Cena, and I often envision John Cena on fire, I’d insult that love with people saying, “Oh, so you’re another Cena mark, huh? What are you, twelve? “

At the same time, it’s a period of endearment. “Holy shit, I totally celebrated out when the Dudley Boyz reverted! ” Wrestlers frequently enjoy recognizes because it means they’re enjoying the evidence for what it is. Well, that and tags are pretty easy people to sell t-shirts to.

“Smarks” are a different story. It signifies “smart differentiates, ” and they are typically people who keep up on the behind-the-scenes various aspects of battling. They know when a performer has been legitimately injured, versus a story-based bogus harm. They know which musicians are dating. They know that the same reasons Chad Wrestleman has not been on TV for a month is because he got busted for snorting oven clean. Wrestlers. Fucking. Hate . Smarks.

You construe, smarks are the ones who can get an entire mob chanting about real-life contentions, right on the breeze. Lately, John “Bradshaw” Layfield has been in wrestling report for supposedly bullying one of the announcers right out of the industry. He’s been known as a piece of shit for years, but the newest story is what get smarks to contribute the audience in a sing of, “FIRE BRADSHAW! ” Smarks are the ones who got Nikki Bella to respond to them with this TAGEND

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That looks like a spilled Scrabble board to regular readers. A regular devotee known to be when John Cena comes out, there is a long standing institution of half the crowd chanting, “Let’s go, Cena! ” The other half sings, “Cena sucks! ” Smarks knew that Nikki Bella and John Cena had started dating in real life … so they modified that sing to, “You suck Cena! ” Smarks aren’t precisely known for their ingenuity and attractivenes, but that shit formed it on the air.

Work Yourself Into A Shoot

This is probably my favorite wrestling term, because it says so much about the psychology of performing. In general, when a wrestler picks up a microphone and goes into his or her spiel, that’s called “cutting a promo.” Everything they’re saying is adding to the promotion of a competition, a narration, a repay per judgment, a movie … whatever project necessitates pushed. All of the stuff they’re remarking — in character and adhering to the tale — is called a “work.” It’s wrote. It’s scheduled out in advance. I symbolize, obviously, they’re not going to let them grab a mic and start moving off about how Hitler did nothing wrong. Unless the floor requires it, in which case, it’s fair game. The phase is, their words and actions are controlled. They’re worked.

A “shoot” can intend either 1) truly pushing in the ring, like when Perry Saturn legitimately trounced the fuck out of Mike Bell for botching a move, or 2) when a wrestler sag the character and starts talking about real shit. You chiefly see this happening in interrogations, outside of the WWE. Here’s Jim Cornette killing about “accidental” nudity that happened in WWE accords in the past " class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" /> TAGEND And here he is, shooting on the notion of kill interviews " class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" /> TAGEND

“Working yourself into a shoot” can happen verbally or physically. It happens when you start off talking or wrestling as proposed( a act ), but as you go on, something legitimately pisses you off, and you start “throwing live rounds, ” as Blue Meanie so eloquently made it( a shoot ). The side that mesmerizes me is that the initiation that pisses you off doesn’t have to come from an outside source. Simply playing and getting too into the capacity can do it.

The better sample of it happening, verbally, is on an escapade of Talking Smack . That’s a scripted establish( or at least partially scripted) by the WWE. On one occurrence, Smackdown general manager Daniel Bryan announced “The Miz’s” grappling mode cowardly. He wasn’t talking about his in-story campaigns. He was talking about him as a musician, playing things too safely. Though Miz tried to making acts back around to a character-driven response in the end, everything else is him legitimately losing his shit. Memo: That is just my opinion, based on knowing how he chimes when he ordinances mad. If this is all behave, he deserves an Oscar TAGEND

The thing about a shoot is that it’s a double-edged sword. Say too much and badmouth the incorrect party, and they’ll ardour your ass. But do it in simply the right way — which symbolizes going lucky, because you’re in no berth for soul authority when you’re that pissed off — and the pundits will praise you forever. That video above is considered to be The Miz’s best design of his entire career.

Canned Heat Vs. Legit Heat

You’d think that “canned heat” and “legit heat” would be opposite periods, but they’re moderately unrelated. Both are important, though, in understanding the psychology of the business.

Sometimes, an gathering simply isn’t into a reputation. Maybe he’s simply a boring turd. Perhaps the crowd is depleted after a duet hours, and they’ve lost the intensity to applaud and boo at every little thing that happens in the ring. When an on-air wrestling promotion wants the peoples of the territories at home to buy into the apparition of excite, they’ll “pipe in” boos or claps. I don’t know if wrestlers call it “canned heat, ” but fans do.

This is especially useful if the advertisement craves a certain attribute viewed in a specific route. If the crowd suddenly starts penchant and encouraging a heel( bad guy ), they might replace those members ovations with pretaped boos and even new commentary. Personally, I couldn’t give lower levels of a shit whether they do it or not. I simply find it interested that gang are unpredictable, and sometimes for potential benefits of the overall commodity, you have to steer the at-home sees in a particular attitude. If I had the time to rig it up, I’d pipe in canned heat every time I participated or exited my house.

“Legit heat” is what opens smarks their chatter boners. It can sometimes be used to describe a crowd that legitimately hates a persona, but it’s more frequently used among fans to talk about musicians who are in real-life, behind-the-scenes tiffs. Here are a bunch of wrestlers talking about legitimate backstage heat in the form of thumping the urine out of each other TAGEND

But “legit heat” can also mean going in any problems with the large-hearted puppies. Vince McMahon is moderately notorious for losing his shit on wrestlers who screw up or say the incorrect event on the mic … or, hell, precisely don’t search the practice he wants them to examine. Place “Vince McMahon heat” into YouTube, and you’ll get 127,000 results.

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But that suggests a lot about the business to me. In a testosterone-fueled industry where your main occupation is doing physically demanding stunts and pretending to punch each other, sometimes statements are settled backstage by actually perforating each other. It doesn’t seem to happen as often in the modern age of grappling, but “legit heat” utterly still exists because humen are humen. It exactly intends , now, that someone is mad at you because you’re a big ol’ stupidhead.

Working Stiff

Hehehehe. “Working stiff.”

OK, that’s enough of that. Toiling potent is a real thing, and it has nothing to do with their large-hearted ol’ pigs. When you’re era a pierce, it’s not all about stopping your fist only short of stumbling the guy directly in the suckhole. Some wrestlers do that. Some usage pierces that is really property — they’re just done in a way that isn’t as agonizing or face-destroying as a full-on, “real” touched. They keep their fist loose, and potential impacts properties in a very specific recognise. There are many ways to make a punch looking real if you have the endowment( and your rival has the knack) to pull it off.

Others will actually clock you and ask that you clock them back. Not full-on, intellect you … but enough contact that you’re emphatically going to fucking feel it. Sometimes, that’s done to build the coincide sound more realistic. Sometimes, it’s done to research new members of your roster. When The Dudley Boyz had participated in the WWE, they were put into a match with The APA, and … well, the Dudleys can tell you about it TAGEND

It mostly boils down to, “We reached them about as hard as we could punched them. And they stumble us about as hard as they could smacked us. Then we went backstage and hugged, and it was awesome.” You know, like one does.

One of the stiffest wrestlers on the current roster is “Sheamus.” He’s knows we laying into forearms, pierces, and kickings to the point that at last week’s remuneration per judgment he kicked Jeff Hardy’s tooth right out of his goddamn skull.

These epoches, it’s not so much about penalise a brand-new wrestler. It’s mainly about constructing the competitions gaze real, because if you’re making actual contact, that’s about as real as it gets. The only method you can mess that one up is … well, if you knock a dude’s tooth out of his facehole. But it’s still pretty amazing that the recipients of those films take it and keep on play-act, because they know that the more they sell it, the more they’re worth as performers. Personally, I’d simply start exclaiming until I retch if they did that to me.

Mouthpiece

One thing casual fans take for granted is a wrestler’s ability to work a microphone. It’s not enough that he’s huge, sporting, and be permitted to pull off the match without hurting anyone. If he can’t speak in front of a gathering, he’s only a flesh prop. And if he’s boring, beings will simply make a concerted effort to not give a fuck. That’s where a spokesperson comes in.

A “mouthpiece” is someone who pronounces for the wrestler, while he just stands in the background, looking like he’s was just about to rip your entire fucking head off. It resonates stupid, but when you employ two parties like Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman together, it’s pure magical TAGEND

When Jack Swagger picked up a microphone, he stimulated tens of thousands to fall into a mass lethargy. He couldn’t even get them to boo, and that’s what we as love like to do “the worlds largest”. So what do you do? Do you turn him into a jobber and then attack him? Well, we are really did that, eventually … but at the time, the obvious solution was to create a activist, racist persona appointed Zeb Colter and give him do his thought TAGEND

The only texts spoken by Jack Swagger in that entire promo is, “We the people.” That’s it. His entire place was to stand there like an indoctrinated soldier, while Zeb urged his prejudiced theme. The army hated them, which was exactly what the WWE craved. Sure, eventually parties grew the other way and started heartening them because the world is an ever-growing dance of crazy, but the point is that the mouthpiece was the savior of that character.

All of these words boil down to psychology. Controlling people’s spirits and perspectives to get them to act the method you crave. It’s why I affection battling so much better. It’s not just “two oiled-up dudes, violently hugging each other.” It’s an psychological magical reveal. “We’re going to get you roused. Now, we’re going to piss you off. Now, we’re going to make you laugh. Now, we’re going to see you think you run the show.” It’s brilliant, but the thing you view on TV is simply the drapery. The real gimmicks are being done behind it.

At the very least, you should know what that laughable quote at the very beginning of this article symbolizes , now.

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Let me take you on a trip back to a much simpler time, when we didn’t have to worry about adult responsibilities and the complexities that come with them. So please, if you will, enter into my pseudo-TARDIS for a fun trip back in time to…

[dropcap]M[/dropcap]ay 1990

After a long, cold winter, it was finally springtime in Northeast Ohio; the trees and flowers were bursting forth in all of their glory and the air was warm once again. I just turned eighteen and looked forward to graduating high school in less than a month.

I was also beyond excited to attend my Senior Prom.

I’m sure this excitement for prom sounds normal for a typical teenage girl about to graduate high school, however, I wasn’t one to follow the crowd or popular trends – I was a rebellious Punk Rock teenager. Nonetheless, I decided to attend this conformist social gathering with my friends – in my outrageous non-conformist style, of course.

There was, however, one enormous obstacle standing between me and having the time of my life at my Senior Prom – Mom-ster.

Mom-ster said I wasn’t allowed to attend my prom because I was fat.

Mom-ster, in her infinite wisdom determined that not only would I never find a dress to fit me (mind you, I was a size 18) but if I managed to find a guy to take me, not only would he expect me to “put out”, but everyone at the prom would make fun of me behind my back.

“You’ll look like the dancing hippos from Fantasia in a prom dress!” She claimed she was saving me the embarrassment and heartache of ending up like Sissy Spacek in the 1976 movie adaptation of Stephen King’s horror novel, Carrie. Mom-ster always had a penchant for the melodramatic.

Being a brave and rebellious punk rock girl, I decided I would go to my prom, no matter what Mom-ster said.

I asked my “totally cool and awesome” friend Charlie, who graduated two years earlier, to escort me to the prom. I had a crush on Charlie my junior and senior years of high school, but it was only because he was such a devastatingly cool punk rock guy; those were a rare commodity in my circle of friends and in my school. We always had an awesome time together no matter what we did or who we were with. He, of course, said yes to taking me to the prom. I knew we were going to have a blast!

Deciding to have my dress made, not only because of what Mom-ster said about not being able to find one to fit me but because I wanted to look different, I shopped the pattern section of our local sewing shop. I found two different dresses: I liked the bodice and skirt of one and the sleeves of the other. My friends’ mom and grandmother made my dress for me.

I felt like a Punk Rock Cinderella getting ready for the ball.

Dad knew I was going to the Prom, but that was our little secret. In the event I got “busted” by Mom-ster, he would deny all knowledge. I agreed to his terms before he dropped me off at my friends’ house so I could get ready for the evening’s festivities.

My dress turned out even better than I had imagined. Crafted in taffeta, black of course, with a ruched bodice, flared and flowery straps with stretch lace sleeves, my dress looked amazing on my young, curvy body. I accessorized my look with a pair of hi-top black Converse “Chucks”. I was indeed a Punk Rock Cinderella.

Charlie, also dressed in all black, wore his Sid Vicious choker chain with a padlock instead of a tie, along with his slacks tucked into a handsome pair of shiny black 14 eyelet Doc Martens – the ultimate punk rock fashion accessory.

Between the both of us, my Punk Rock date and I had one set of eyes, since we both wore our bangs covering the left side of our faces. Looking back now, we were more Goth than Punk, but we always considered ourselves a hybrid of Punk and Goth.

I gave Charlie a black rose boutonniere (a white rose sprayed black), and he gave me an amazing armband corsage adorned with mini red roses and carnations. We were ready to (punk) rock it out at my Senior Prom!

Once Charlie and I arrived, everyone wanted our photo – Charlie and I were without question the coolest duo at my prom. We gladly obliged my classmates and posed for some photos.

There were no reenactments from the movie Carrie, as Mom-ster had predicted.

I brought heels and wore them for our formal photo – I really wish I hadn’t though. My friends’ mom told me, “You’ll want to have at least one normal photo from your Senior Prom when you’re a lot older and looking back. After all, you’re not going to be Punk Rock forever.”

I cringe now looking back at my prom photo, in which I wore black kitten heels with bows.

Punk, it turns out, was not some “teenage phase” Charlie and I were just going through.

Charlie and I spent some time after the prom at the Lake Erie shore, walking the local pier and listening to The Cure’s latest album, Disintegration. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect night. The best part was that unlike in the story Cinderella, I didn’t have to be home by midnight and nothing turned into a pumpkin.

Later that night when I got back to my friends’ house, she asked me if Charlie and I kissed – my immediate response was, “Ewww, no! It’s Charlie!” She was perplexed, as she knew I liked him.

Somewhere deep down inside, I knew Charlie didn’t like girls – and I’m sure he knew, too. Charlie was well-hidden, deep in the closet back then. We had a small group of friends we regularly hung out with – I am sure we all knew Charlie was gay before he finally came out and announced it.

Recently, while talking with an acquaintance about our proms, I shared this tale with him. He responded with roaring laughter and teased me, “So let me get this straight, unlike your prom date, you took a gay guy you had a crush on to your Senior Prom? Haha! That makes you a fat ass fag hag!”

Both agitated and enraged by his ignorance, I looked at him and replied, “So let ME get this straight, according to your backward and outdated thinking, I went to prom with a gay guy and he went with a big fat chick. That’s what you’re saying, right? What’s with the ridiculous labels? You’re no better than my mom!”

After a few moments of silence, followed by him turning about ten different shades of red and having sweat bead up on his forehead, he awkwardly apologized. Being completely embarrassed, he agreed that his thinking was ignorant and seriously needs updating – and that he needs to be more vigilant before opening his mouth.

Afterward, as I was driving home I thought to myself, why are there still people who need to label others? Didn’t these people get the memo that shaming someone for their sexuality or body type (or anything for that matter!) just isn’t acceptable behavior anymore?

This is, after all, the twenty-first century.

Sure, we might not have flying space cars like in the cartoon The Jetson’s, but we have come a long way. Unfortunately, there are some people out there who still have thinking that resembles The Flintstone’s – prehistoric and outdated.

Why do some people still feel the need to label, categorize and bash others for their differences? I’m certain the world would be so much better without all the ignorance.

We are all different, yet human. Let’s embrace that instead.

Charlie and I were two young adults who had a fun night together at my Senior Prom. I wouldn’t trade the time we shared or our lifelong friendship for anything.

To this day, Charlie and I still rock out in our Doc Martens and listen to the glorious Punk and dark wave music of our teen years. We have the attitude of those rebellious days still coursing through our veins. We had a blast when we were younger, especially at my Senior Prom, and we still happily reminisce about those wonderful and carefree days.

Charlie remains one of my very best friends, even though we don’t see each other all that often. I look forward to times spent not only with him but with his wonderful husband as well. Our amazing lifelong friendship is based on unconditional love, as it should be with all relationships.

I don’t call Charlie my “gay friend” and I’m quite sure he doesn’t call me his “big fat friend” – Charlie is my friend and I love him.

Period. End of discussion.

Charlie – 1988

Me & Charlie in our formal prom pic

Best prom duo ever!

My “Chucks” at prom

Me and Charlie at a high school alumni gathering in 2010

Charlie & Kevin 2010

The following playlist was carefully and excitedly put together by Charlie and myself, recalling those amazing, beautiful, sometimes challenging, yet extremely fun days of our youth. We hope you enjoy these songs as much as we do! 🙂

Prom 1990

Punk Rock Girl – The Dead Milkmen

Living In Oblivion (original version) – Anything Box

Why Can’t I Be You? – The Cure

Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode

Bizarre Love Triangle – New Order

She’s In Parties – Bauhaus

Devil Inside – INXS

Lips Like Sugar – Echo and the Bunnymen

Peek-A-Boo – Siouxsie & The Banshees

Orange Crush – R.E.M.

Love Will Tear Us Apart – Joy Division

Under The Milky Way – The Church

Rock Lobster – The B-52’s

Love Is The Slug – Fuzzbox

Fascination Street – The Cure

The Ballroom Blitz – Sweet

How Soon Is Now – The Smiths

The Promise – When In Rome

Space Age Love Song – A Flock Of Seagulls

Don’t Let’s Start – They Might Be Giants

Add It Up – Violent Femmes

Head Like A Hole – Nine Inch Nails

Work For Love (extended version) – Ministry

Headhunter – Front 242

Join In The Chant – Nitzer Ebb

Lucretia My Reflection – The Sisters of Mercy

You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) – Dead or Alive

Chains Of Love – Erasure

Dead Man’s Party – Oingo Boingo

Mexican Radio – Wall Of Voodoo

The Reflex – Duran Duran

Red Red Wine – UB40

Sunday Bloody Sunday – U2

Beds Are Burning – Midnight Oil

The One I Love – R.E.M.

World Shut Your Mouth – Julian Cope

Rip It Up – Orange Juice

I Melt With You – Modern English

Dr. Martens Boots – Alexei Sayle

It’s A Sin – Pet Shop Boys

Things Can Only Get Better – Howard Jones

A Girl Like You – The Smithereens

One Way Or Another – Blondie

Dancing With Myself – Billy Idol

Never Let Me Down Again – Depeche Mode

The Sun Always Shines On TV – a-ha

Running Up That Hill – Kate Bush

Desire (Come and Get It) – Gene Loves Jezebel

(Keep Feeling) Fascination – The Human League

Pump It Up – Elvis Costello and The Attractions

Fever – The Cramps

The Great Commandment – Camouflage

Underneath The Radar – Underworld

West End Girls – Pet Shop Boys

Eighties – Killing Joke

Burning Down The House – Talking Heads

Green Haze – Elvis Hitler

Higher Ground – The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Story Of My Life – Social Distortion

Mountain Song – Jane’s Addiction

Anarchy In The UK – Sex Pistols

London Calling – The Clash

Holiday In Cambodia – The Dead Kennedys

I Wanna Be Sedated – The Ramones

My Way – Sid Vicious

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