#i'm going slow but i'm doing them!

[breadclubrising]

"Fire with Fire" by AliceBand for Kenta / Shibata for the fic prompts?

*record scratch*

*freeze frame*

Yup, that's me. You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

I'll address the elephant in the room first: yes, I'm wearing white gear. I think that's part of what went wrong here. Black is much more my color, but I wanted to strike a contrast between myself and others with similar movesets. Let me be clear: we're not the same. We're not connected, except that most of them are using my moves; they're the derivative ones, really—they should have to wear white. But, as a courtesy to them, I made this gracious sacrifice. At Wrestle Kingdom, no less. And... although it's hard to admit, it probably cost me this match.

But, sometimes you have to admit hard truths. I'm a real man, I show my feelings, I don't push them down or bottle them up. I'm honest. What you see is what you get.

A couple of other things happened here. Tanahashi is old and slow, that's a given, but I was ready for that. Still, when you fight someone who's at the top of the promotion, someone like Tanahashi, that's a big opportunity, regardless of whether or not their knees can still bend. Yes, even if their ass isn't big enough to hold up the waist of their tights, you've got to pull out all the stops, with someone on Tanahashi's level. That's what I've always believed; that's what I always tell people who ask me for advice on how to be an excellent pro wrestler, which happens a lot.

You've got to take risks. People like Tanahashi, or, say, Okada, as another example... they don't go down easy. You've got to try something dangerous. That's how you get the upper hand. That's been my philosophy; hit them head on. So to speak.

I think if I really had to drill down and pinpoint what went the most wrong in this match, it would probably be the fact that I broke my hip. But I laughed when I tried to put weight on my leg, and wound up on my back on the apron, looking up into the bright lights of the Tokyo Dome, waiting for some Young Boy to get his slow ass over to help me. It's funny, isn't it? I've never had to rest my weight on anyone else, until that moment. I didn't know yet that my hip was broken, but sometimes the ground rushes up at you in a way that... you just know you're not getting up without help, and maybe an ambulance. I could already tell it would be a long recovery.

Where does my will to continue come from? How does KENTA keep going so heroically? Is the answer in his book, available in bookstores now? Well, I can't say, and anyway I think it would be inappropriate to shill my book right now. The point is: I made it. A full recovery. Just tell my fans... I'm alive. Wait! Scratch that, erase. Um, tell them, I lived, bitch. Ha ha. Much better.

Lesser men have come back from worse.

Speaking of which, some of you don't know what's good for you. I'm not afraid of you, if you were thinking that—I don't compare myself to anyone else. I don't have anything to prove. I don't think about the past. Write that down, Tokyo Sports, Puroresu Weekly! Write this: 'KENTA'... K-E-N-T-A... got that? 'KENTA has had the most incredible recovery and triumphant return since Kobashi.' There, now you can go home early. You're welcome!

Yes, I'm crying, so what! It's emotional to talk about my journey so openly and bravely. Like I said, I'm a real man, I show my emotions. Maybe I'm sitting on the floor sobbing like a baby because I'm having a breakdown right here in the backstage comments! No, don't ask about my book in the middle of my scandalous and press-worthy breakdown! If you really want to know, you can go to any bookstore and pick it up—this is not the time, you vultures!

Yeah, this is... this is funny, right? You all got to be here for it finally hitting me. How much it all hurt. Heh. My recovery was… hard. I'm tired. That's the truth. I'm fucking tired and I'm hurting. But, every wrestler here would tell you the same thing... I don't know what right I have to... Uh, this is very much part of the plan, which is why I'm all alone, knees hugged to my chest, not looking at any of you right now. This is how I wanted it.

I guess I just want to say... if there's anyone out there worried about me... Don't. I'll be fine. I'm healed. You don't have to think about calling me every day, and then chicken out because you're ~*terrified*~ it'll be the ~last time~ you ever *hear my voice*, and there's so much you wanted to say... Ha. Don't be stupid. Don't be all anxious every time you see me wrestle for the rest of forever, because unlike some pro wrestlers out there, I've never said I wanted to die in the ring, and then fucking tried it. What the fuck would that have proved, huh? What the fuck! Don't go thinking I'd break myself just to prove...

I don't have anything to prove! Okay?

... You miraculous thing. You piece of shit... If you won't fucking stay down, I won't either.

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I thought that fire with fire would burn the problem quicker But all this good advice, his hair just grows back thicker And if I take my own advice the worst just gets here quicker So what's it all supposed to do This fire eats fire and the fire's in you

[akai-anna]

project "i'm totally normal about this guy and his wardrobe"

a work in progress

[expelliarmus]

[iseeyoujon]

I picked up Malevolent a few weeks ago since we were going into a TMagP hiatus, and holy shit this podcast gives me ten times more anxiety. I can't binge it. After every episode, I need to take off my headphones and step away for a bit.

But every interaction these idiots have brings me immense joy, so I keep coming back anyway.

[blakbonnet]

saw this and had to draw Stede as her, inspired by Stede from @bizarrelittlemew 's circus nights

[azaracyy]

✦ gods of mischief ✦ digimon survive week 2024 day 3: other digi- er, kemonogami

[decarbry]

Yabureme 2-2

[charactersmashorpass]

to be clear: i do try to vet characters when i have some existing knowledge but i cannot feasibly research every submitted character, so i do somewhat rely on the idea that people will show restraint and not submit characters who go far beyond just being shitty people. that isn't always enough and i apologize for not exercising that and being more thorough when i read longer reasonings for submissions. i also want people to be far more up-front about it, but it's becoming obvious that i can't really trust some of you to do that

edit: "beyond shitty" is vague and subjective wording, but i'm talking about characters who commit crimes like rape or are pedophiles and along those lines in this specific context

[dirtytransmasc]

I hope we get a scene of Alicent with Aegon's body. If her son is damned to die, if she is damned to spiral into insanity, if she is to lose her life too the grief, let me see her with his body.

let her hold her baby in her arms one more time. let her wipe the blood that poured from his mouth and nose as he died. let her run her fingers over the viscous burns that adorn his skin. let her fix his hair. let her bathe him with a cloth as she had when he was a babe. let her kiss his cheek, his forehead, his hair, his hands. let her lay her head against him, hugging him like she had failed to do for years.

he was her firstborn and yet, her heart was still beating and his was not, she was not yet cold in her grave, no, no her son was cold, her flesh was warm, too warm. he was her baby, her son, the boy she tried so hard to protect, who had loved even when it hurt, who she had stood in front of a dragon for. she loved him, the very bones of him, and now he was dead.

let her lose her mind right there, in that room, still clinging to her body, one that's too cold, too still, too quiet. let her scream out to the gods, damning them, cursing them for taking her eldest son, amongst everything else in her life.

I want her to drive away anyone who tries to take him from her, forcing the silent sisters or whoever would be left to deal with his body at that point. let her curse and spit and claw at anyone who comes too close.

she would stay there for hours, reflecting on her memories of him. maybe she talks to him or hums a lullaby until she finally loses her battle with what remains of her consciousness and sanity, falling still against the table.

she dreams of Aegon, she dreams of the life she wish she could have provided, the life she had tried so hard to give him. a life where he was safe, a life where she had been a better mother, a life where she didn't need to live in and impose fear up on her children. maybe if she had tried hard enough he would still be alive, she'll think as she floats in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness.

she'll wake in plain chambers she only partly recognizes, she'll learn of her sons lackluster and sparsly accompanied burning, she'll learn her son was gone and she was alone. there won't be much of her left to care. she just continues dreaming, dreaming of her dead children and spiraling to madness until her broken heart finally gives out.

[my previous post inspired this, cause all I can think about now is Alicent mourning her son and its gonna put me in an early grave]

[mattodore]

there's something about the way you are that makes me… ♪

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon forbidden west | erend 39/?

[bittersweetresilience]

say hi to me i don't know, i just remembered being so much brighter, i guess

cigarette ash like wildfire burning holes in the nighttime open scars feel like barbed wire white lies flying high like a ceasefire dropping flags on the shoreline this is as far as i can feel right 'cause what you don't know can haunt you

and all we ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think for a while

don't drag it out living like that doesn't mean a thing

so let's, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars 'cause happy endings hardest to fake

and i wanna let you know i wanna let you go but i just can't bring myself to speak but this is how it goes the end credits, they roll this bridge was built over kerosene but we can watch it and all i ever wanted was sunlight and honesty highlights to want to repeat let's get away from here and live like the movies do i won't mind when it's over at least i didn't think

so let's run, make a great escape and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway it doesn't matter who we are we'll keep running through the dark and all we'll ever need is another day we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away and live like shooting stars you can wish away forever but you'll never find a thing like today

[chiropteracupola]

steadfast sailor, paper captain...

[neurotypical-sonic]

one day soon I'll start sitting down at my desk to do Actual Art. but for now here's some sketches while watching breaking bad (I do not like walter white he is so so mean)

[martianbugsbunny]

third post I really loved Missy and Twelve's relationship, the way they sort of slowly worked towards each other despite the Doctor's distrust of her and her own evil tendencies, where neither of them was softer because of the other but maybe they were both a little bit better, and I would've enjoyed seeing that arc continue into Thirteen's run. Thirteen and the Master starting together and then slowly falling back apart could've been a fascinating dynamic to explore; I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess he's mad because of the whole Timeless Child thing, but that could've been brilliant to watch slowly build, resentment festering in the Master while Thirteen has a crisis and then finally there's an explosion because "do you really think this feels like more? being lied to all my lives and not being who I thought I was?" and THEN they have their big smackdown because neither of them will listen to the other or can understand the other's point of view kay bye

[chipistrate]

WAIT IF THE POSTER IS HINTING AT TANGLE LORE

AND THE TANGLE IS PROBABLY WHERE THEY HID THE BODIES OF THE MISSING PEOPLE

ARE WE,,,,,,

ARE WE FINALLY GOING TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THEM,,,,,,,,,,, AFTER ALL THIS TIME,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

I need to stop making the tags longer than the post,,,,,