#the miz fan fiction

[nevereverafter45]

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Seth Rollins

Stronger Than Yesterday

Roman Reigns

I'm Yours

Dean Ambrose

Live Fast Die Beautiful

Drew McIntyre-

Trio of Angels

Shane McMahon

One For The Money (also a Randy Orton story)

John Cena

Never Ever After

Chris Jericho

Another Trip Around

Christian Cage-

State of Affair

The Miz/ John Morrison

Lessons That Are Meant To Be Learned

[ilovetheater24601]

I just found a fan fiction that i read once and have been looking for for 3 years!!! And im actually a little embarrassed about how excited i am about this

[burr-ell]

seeing some say that orym fans coddle orym and he should be held accountable and should apologize to Dorian for saying what he did about his brother and I was wondering what’s your thoughts on that? It’s funny that the same people who say fans coddle orym are the same ones who coddle the witches, especially imogen.

I think it's a bit rich to be mad about Orym saying something unkind to make a principled point if you've spent a year and a half pretending it's perfectly normal and healthy for Laudna to be genuinely okay with Imogen contemplating siding with Otohan—the person who killed Laudna in the street specifically to provoke Imogen—because god forbid Miz Very Capable isn't told how powerful and important she is by her eternally soft and wholesome helpless victim girlfriend every fifteen minutes.

By now the people who have been accused of coddling Imogen have seen that criticism, and their response to it has largely been "um, just because we don't think she's a selfish manipulative bitch doesn't mean we're coddling her"—which is funny, because for a group of people quibbling about being misrepresented, they certainly don't have a problem misrepresenting the arguments of the people they're swiping at. There are some folks who just dislike Imogen because they think she has Main Character Syndrome or some other nonsense, and as I've written here, I think those people are being willfully obtuse.

But the people actually writing meta discussing Imogen's self-focused perspective and the way she treats people have consistently stated that they don't think she's a terrible person and that they find this to be a narratively interesting flaw to have, and that Imogen wants to do the right thing in the macro but doesn't always treat people well in the micro. I think the only way to interpret that as hatred or a moral condemnation of Imogen is if you're looking for reasons to dismiss someone who's saying things you don't particularly want to hear.

Don't get me wrong—I think it's valid to think that, from a moral standpoint, Orym should apologize. The thing is, most of the people I've seen who have criticized Imogen but are accused of "coddling" Orym aren't really interested in criticizing him morally to begin with; they want to watch a good story and they want the Dorian/Orym relationship to have conflict and tension. The two camps simply are not going to agree because these are two fundamentally different perspectives on how to engage with fiction—treating it like it's a narrative whose actors should be judged on how they advance the story versus treating it like a projection of personal wish fulfillment. I know which view I respect more.

[cowboywritersworld]

Fan fiction requests

• I write for All Elite Wrestling and WWE. Can add wrestlers from NJPW as well.

• I DO NOT write for: Cm Punk, The Miz, Matt Riddle, Chris Jericho, Jake Hager, Brock Lesnar.

• Don't want to write only smut, so other type of prompts are welcomed as well.

• If I write smut, only 18+ are allowed to read it

• Might take a bit to post a request, but don't lose hope.

• The fics will be all xreader!

Credits for the dividers to @hitobaby

[galwithalibrarycard]

15 questions, however many people

thanks for the tag @skinnyscottishbloke! <3

1. are you named after anyone? my middle name is my Nana’s name, yeah. and then my sister’s middle name is our Grandma’s name.

2. when was the last time you cried? almost did last night, and it will probably happen again soon because hormones.

3. do you have kids? no

4. do you use sarcasm? what do you think? (i love how impossible it is to answer this question without sounding sarcastic lol)

5. what's the first thing you notice about people? i really don’t know. i kind of like to think the first thing i notice is different with each new person i meet, because we’re all unique.

6. what's your eye color? blue with a ring of goldish green, which makes me sound like a character in a book, but is true, i’m genuinely so sorry

7. scary movies or happy endings? I really like both! I like to be scared and I like to be happy. What I don’t like to be is sad.

8. any special talents? i’m good at remembering random facts off the top of my head and being funny by complete accident (can’t really do it on purpose though)

9. where were you born? in the hospital in the town i grew up in

10. what are your hobbies? reading and collecting books, doing crossword puzzles, reading and writing fanfiction, occasionally writing original fiction, making fan edits, going to see musical theater, watching movies and TV, keeping and updating lists of all the books/movies/TV/musicals I’ve seen/experienced.

11. do you have any pets? nope, never been a pet person, but I will happily be friends with your pet as long as I don’t have to live with them

12. what sports do you play/have played? i am not athletic, but as a kid I briefly did volleyball and swimming

13. how tall are you? about 5′6′‘

14. favorite subject in school? always English. getting to read novels for homework? yes please

15. dream job? i always say author, but i’m pretty happy copyediting for now while i work on that

No pressure tags: @miz-chase @erin-gilberts @wylans-stupid-face @its-ashleyreads @sofiarostova @florencepout @caserobard @the-freespirited-princess-trope and anyone else who feels like it! :D

[panpanicatmha]

Intro post!

Name(s): Zay, Z, Miz (I prefer Zay, but any of these will do <3)

Pronouns: she/they

Age: Adult

Fandoms: My Hero Academia (subject to change)

My Top Ships (romantic): <MHA> BakuDeku/DekuBaku, KiriTodo, ShinBaku, KamiChako, TogaChako, MomoJirou, ShinKami, KamiJirou, EraserMic (subject to change)

What Do I Post/Reblog?: I will be posting links to my fan fiction (they will always be on AO3), as well as drabbles, fic ideas, prompts, etc.

Other Socials: > AO3 (Archive Of Our Own) -- panpanicatmha > Wattpad -- panpanicatmha > Tumblr (main account) -- @z-mizcellaneous-z

Other Information About Me And This Blog: > This is a Muslim/Islam friendly blog (hello fellow Muslims!). > This is an LGBTQ+ friendly blog. > Racism, sexism, ableism, or any kind of discrimination will NOT be welcomed or tolerated. > If you send me anon hate or post rude comments on my post, I will not hesitate to drag you like a fucking dog <33. > This is a pro-Palestine blog. > !!!NOT SPOILER FREE!!! > Cursing, violence, and mental health triggers are mentioned. Tread with caution. > Do NOT repost any designs that I post here. If I see my designs being reposted/misused without my permission, I will start adding watermarks.

[mizuurei]

Hewwo...... C-Can you tell us more about your character Miz? 👉🥺👈

Hello Anon! And yeah, I can talk a bit more about c!Miz. I’ll be a little more general, but if you have something specific you want to know about, feel free to send another ask ^_^

TL;DR- she’s a very complex character who has done very terrible things for what she believes to be very good reasons, but tends to drift towards an antagonist role, morality is gray and subjective, she’s got a phenomenal grasp of the English language and is lethal with rhetoric, she’s a human with faults but she isn’t Actual Satan. Very much the epitome of gaslight, gatekeep, girl boss, but without being as insufferable and she very much knows when she’s doing it.

I kinda wrote a lot under here, but even that doesn’t really paint a complete picture of c!Miz, she’s got DEPTH to her that I’d need a slightly more focused question to answer if I didn’t answer it with this ask, Anon.

So c!Miz (or, as she was called, IG!Miz, before I started using terminology snagged from the DSMP fandom) is a character I created about 5 years ago when I became a moderator for a fan-written and run Jacksepticeye Ego ARG (alternate reality game) called Puppet Collection that was inspired by Overnight Watch (a part of that year’s JSE Christmas charity livestream events) and The Seven Trials of Habit (a part of the EverymanHybrid ARG).

The premise of PC was that Antisepticeye was holding a competition to find his most loyal puppet, but it was never really said why. But contestants (called puppets within the game) started noticing that some of their fellow puppets didn’t recall events that had already happened, or that some JSE video sketches were treated as if they were real (spoiler alert- only puppets who were secretly mod characters were reporting these odd idiosyncrasies). The puppets come to find out that, SUPRISE! there’s a parallel timeline that Anti created where events that are purely fictional out of game transpired in very real ways in this parallel timeline. JSE, aka Sean was in fact VERY DEAD in this alternate timeline after Anti slit his throat in his first Halloween appearance, Chase Brody had been a beloved Nickelodeon star who had fallen on very hard times and was eventually “murdered” along with the rest of his family by his adopted son, Derrick Brody, who is institutionalized following these events to Rosemary Road Hospital where his primary doctor is one Dr. Henrik Schneeplestein (who is also very dead by the start of the actual ARG). I’ m trying not to spoil too much of PC’s plot, while also giving you some context to c!Miz. And yes, this is all important background info that applies to c!Miz, trust me.

Her full name is Dr. Misericordia “Miz” Cardozo and she is a psychologist who was employed at Rosemary Road Hospital before it mysteriously burned down with many of the patients, clinicians, and staff trapped inside. She had a good reputation of being a good psychologist and was generally regarded as very smart and easy to work with, even guiding and maternal at times, with a dry sense of humor. And gOD SHE IS HARD TO TALK ABOUT WITHOUT GETTING INTO HUGE SPOILERS, FUCK ME 😂

She acted as one of the antagonists within the ARG as her goals and the goals of most of the other puppets were in conflict with one another. But I always strive to play her as human and multi-dimensional, as if she is another person you could meet in your life. Unfortunately, that also meant she wouldn’t always share important information, she didn’t share all of her emotions through the discord chat unless it was relevant, and that she made horrible, awful choices, decisions, and mistakes. Like don’t get me wrong, I play c!Miz as a morally gray individual, and she does some very bad things for what she believes are good reasons, and then she also does good things. But good and bad are also rather subjective in the case of some her decisions. Like, legally she would be considered guilty of some crimes, but legality is not equivalent to morality.

What else about c!Miz, what else… she hates liars and doesn’t typically lie to others herself, she is a very competent speaker and uses words and rhetoric to devastating effects. Like, she will convince you that your argument is flawed and methodically dismantle it until she reveals the base insecurity or assumption that the rest of the argument was built upon, disparages it, and then sends you off to do some soul searching, and then you do as she says.

I wish I could think of what else to say about her rn, but I’m drawing a bit of blank atm. But again Anon, if you want to know more about c!Miz, please ask!!!

[prideskullsfics]

To all our Readers:

Regarding the events of the past week in relation to Aaron Coady (Sharon Needles) we decided Swipe Right will no longer have Sharon's character as the mother of Aquaria and her surname will become Palandrani. We would like to point out that this is a fictional narrative and that when we started writing this fanfic we were not aware of such a situation involving Sharon, and we were not aware of Aquaria's current situation with Sharon. Considering Aquaria's official request not to be associated with Sharon's name anymore, we made this choice. (Furthermore, Violet Chachki's name will no longer be mentioned in Swipe Right until the Queen recant her from her accusations.)

Thank you to all our readers who support and encourage us to continue our work. We apologize for any oversights on our part.

PopArtPride & PrideSkull

[eclipseandherbooks]

Liberty Dying for her Heart

Gunshots drowned out screaming and smoked choked every unfortunate soul who dared to breathe in.

Éponine should not have been there: this fight was not hers. The insurgents were the ones who held the reins of this revolution in calloused hands, ignoring the burning bite of leather as others tried to take them back. None of this served as any interest to Éponine. Why should she care to take time to overthrow the monarch? What benefits would come to serve her then? What was there to reap from seeds she hadn’t sowed?

Men and women alike stood upon the barricade in the fight for France, a fight for their beloved country. Their actions were driven by logic and hope. Éponine did not attend the barricade for either of those aforementioned reasons. Instead, she joined in the battle on a more personal level, her thoughts swarming to jump into the boiling water of pathos rather then logos. She dubbed her thoughts with every word synonymous with “ridiculous” and “foolish.” Nevertheless, here she stood, pulling her hat further down on her brow while her heart continued its aching.

Love, in fact, was what had brought her to this barricade. Not love for her country like others, but for a more tangible thing: a man. It was love that had convinced her to hide the letter she was supposed to deliver to another belle away; love that drove her to the barricades on June 5th, dressed as someone she was not; love that would, no doubt, be her indecorous undoing.

Her gaze turned to the object of her affection, who was speaking quickly and softly with another young man. How queer, that their exchanged words might be the last ones ever spoken by either of them. She didn’t believe this revolution would fail per se, but it wasn’t likely that this battle would end without losses or other casualties.  Perhaps the man she loved was too die tonight, perhaps it would be his friend, or perhaps she was the one who would walk beside death soon.

“You there, boy,” someone said to her, dragging her back to the present. “Pass me that keg, would you?”

Looking to see who spoke, she nearly scoffed aloud at the cruelty of fate. Of course it had to be the man she loved requesting that of her. And like it should have been, he did not seem to recognize her. Who would recognize a gamin as an infatuated girl, anyway? As per request, she heaved the keg of gunpowder into her arms and her beloved took it from her without a second glance back. That was to be the order of things.

She had never meant to fall in love with Marius. Her quickly formed affection was based on the fact that he was kind to her. He pressed money into her palm and offered her a smile every now and then, speaking to her. Though the smiles seemed forced, and his teeth were gritted as he spoke, Éponine could not find it in her heart to care. Prior to meeting Marius, she believed she had felt love before and had carved the definition of it in stone. However, upon speaking to Marius for the first time, the stone crumbled to dust, the word awaiting a new meaning.

Montparnasse had been her first beau. He had spoken softly to her and, too, offered her smiles. His smiles were never kind, however: he was a snake, poison dripping from his fangs with every flash of his teeth. Éponine could ignore harsh words, but never a knife. Marius was too good for knives, and would never brandish one angrily at her like Montparnasse had done. That is why Éponine found herself wading through the deep waters of affection towards Marius, instead of stopping where it was shallow for Montparnasse.

It was love for Marius that, as previously mentioned, brought her to the fight, and it was the same love that had led her to see the musket pointed now at beloved Marius: the brave boy who was too distracted by courage and foolishness as he climbed the barricade with a keg to notice this danger. It was her knowledge that her feelings were unrequited that aided her in her scramble across broken bits of furniture to the national guardsmen. It was an unknown feeling that had caused her to cover the musket’s muzzle with her hand. It was grief that crafted the smile she gave to the Grim Reaper.

Happy 137th barricade, dweebs. 

[yahtzeekick]

“the leading actors.” [College/Theatre AU]

Featuring: The Miz, Maryse

Words: 1598

Summary: Mike and Maryse have amazing chemistry as the romantic leads of their college play. Too bad that in real life, they’re convinced that they hate each other.

a/n: lmao its been so long since i posted any writing, rip. anyway i saw the words ‘theatre au’ and my mind immediately went to the it couple, so enjoy lol

"Great job today, everybody!” the director said. “This is gonna be a great show when it’s all said and done.”

The spotlights dimmed, and as was the norm, everyone left for their dressing rooms--except Mike and Maryse, who locked eyes with one another and left all sentiments of romance in the play behind them as they fell into their routine post-rehearsal arguing.

“This would be an even better show if you didn’t insist on making me look bad,” Mike murmured. She blinked, flabbergasted, and laughed.

“Make you look bad? You don’t need my help with that.” And without letting him get in another word, she fell into her native French, leaving Mike with no option but to shut up. How was he supposed to counter that when he had no idea what she was saying? Another day of rehearsal had finished, and Maryse had left with the upper hand. It didn’t make Mike happy, but there wasn’t much he could do.

“You guys complement each other so well on stage,” Bo once mentioned to Mike in passing. “Why can’t you get along behind the scenes?”

“I wish I knew, but it just seems like she doesn’t like me. Can’t imagine why,” he shrugged in reply.

When he thought about it, Mike figured the two of them would be great friends. They were great on the stage together. And who wouldn’t want to be friends with a girl as smart and cool as her? He’d ask her why they couldn’t get along, but he figured she’d just laugh at him and start gossiping in French again.

"It’s just...aggravating, you know?” Mike said, falling onto his bed. “It’s so hard to work with someone who has such a big ego and won’t shut up when you try to reason with them.”

Kevin looked up from across the room. “Oh, are we talking about her, or you?”

Mike glared at him. “You’re my roommate, you’re supposed to back me up.”

“I choose not to. This whole thing is idiotic, really. I bet if you just talked to her, you’d find out that you’re being stupid, and she actually really likes you.”

Mike chuckled. “Yeah, sure. You clearly haven’t met her. I’ll tell you what, we need volunteer stagehands, so why don’t you come in tomorrow and see how she acts? You’ll see for yourself that there’s no way she likes me.”

“Maybe if I have nothing better to do, I���ll show up,” Kevin said, shrugging. “You talk about her so much, I bet you just want me there to prove she’s into you.”

“What? I--” Mike crossed his arms. “Will you stop that ‘she likes me’ narrative? I do not talk about her that much. And I don’t--we don’t like each other. Nothing you said in that sentence was true.”

“Whatever, Miz,” Kevin replied. “I really don’t care. But now that you’ve told me everything, maybe I’ll come just to see what all the drama is about.”

During the final musical performance, Mike and Maryse spun and twirled on the stage. He had to give her credit, no matter what she was like backstage, she could certainly dance. Come to think of it, he could find many ways to compliment her. Maybe, for once, this was a problem that was his fault; if he didn’t start the fight, could they get along?

Soon enough, the show ended, and after the curtain call had commenced, he caught Maryse’s eye. He could feel the dread that they would start fighting again--but they didn’t have to. Mike could change that.

"Hey, Maryse. I, uh--” Mike started, but Maryse rolled her eyes.

“You know what? I’m not in the mood today. I’m burned out from rehearsal.” She started speaking in her native language once again, and Miz waved his hand.

 “Would you stop with the French? I just want to say you did well today, all right? Jeez,” Mike shoved his hands in his pocketst and walked towards the wings where Kevin stood, waiting.

“You see?” Mike pointed to Maryse, who still stood on the stage with her arms crossed. “She’s impossible. I even tried to say something nice, but she just started badmouthing me in French again. It’s useless.”

Kevin looked at Maryse, then at Mike, and let out a small laugh. It was just loud enough for Maryse to hear, which led her to walk over to him, frowning. “Is something funny, Owens?”

He smirked. “Saviez-vous que je parle français?”

Maryse’s mouth dropped open, and she stormed away quickly--but not before Mike caught her face turning bright red.

He turned to Kevin. “What was that about? Since when do you speak French?”

“Since...forever? I’m from Quebec, which you would’ve known if you cared to ask.”

Mike threw his hands in the air. “You should’ve told me. I’d have had you come in here ages ago. Now do you see what I have to deal with every day?”

Kevin smirked. “See, that’s the thing. You don’t know what she’s saying. Of course, being Miz, you assume it’s something bad about you. You tell her something bad in English, and then the cycle repeats, blah blah blah. Whatever. Maybe consider the idea that even though you’re frustrating, she likes you, but she doesn’t know if she’ll have the courage to tell you. Her words, not mine.”

“Shut up. You’re joking.”

“Oh, I’m not. But if you think so, then by all means keep insulting her because of what you think she’s saying in French. You might just turn her away.”

Mike scowled. “She insulted me back in English, though.”

“Because neither of your egos want to back down from a fight, you moron. You have the same kind of personality and you’re attracted to each other, so why don’t you just get over yourself and go tell her you actually like her.”

Mike set his jaw. “It’s obvious I like her?” he muttered.

“Yeah, and she likes you back. It’s stupidly obvious to everyone except the people involved, apparently.”

Maybe there was an insult towards him in there, but today, Mike wouldn’t worry about trying to counter it. He ran a hand through his hair, only thinking of Maryse. “So...what should I do next?”

“Do I look like a matchmaker? I don’t know. But the Miz I know doesn’t shut up until he gets what he wants, so...go woo her, or something.”

Mike nodded, smiling. “Well...all right. Thanks, Kevin.”

Kevin sighed, heavily. “The only reason I’m helping is so you won’t complain about her 24/7 anymore. Now that I’ve done my part, you won’t bother me and you’ll keep your love life to yourself from now on, deal?”

Mike smiled. “Deal.”

“Salut,” Mike said, in front of Maryse’s table at the cafe. “Do you mind if I sit?”

“Did...did you just say hi to me?” she asked, looking up from her book. Mike nodded. Smiling bemusedly, Maryse waved a hand invitingly towards the open chair, which Mike took.

“I told Kevin to teach me some French so I could talk to you in your language. He wrote down some words, threw the note at me and told me to go away so he could sleep, but anyway...I know some French now.” He proudly twisted the Post-It note in his hand. “Comment ça va?”

Maryse tucked her hair behind her ear, laughing quietly. “Your pronunciation is atrocious, but...ça va bien, merci.”

Mike grinned. “Does that mean thank you? Did you just thank me?”

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

Mike looked down. “I know I’ve been a little cold to you when we’ve talked during rehearsal. It’s just...you were so pretty, and cool, and with a few misunderstandings here and there, I kinda got the wrong idea about what you were saying, so everything just spiraled out of control. I don’t hate you, I actually like you--I mean, yeah. I like you.”

Maryse smiled, and tapped her coffee cup with a finger. “I get it. I spoke in French because I could tell you what I felt without you knowing, and I would be rubbing it in your face that you didn’t know what I was saying. Easy way to win arguments,” Maryse winked, but she followed with a shrug. “I guess we were both imbéciles.”

“Yeah. We’re the leading actors of this show, but maybe in this regard, we were acting a little too well.” Mike rubbed his neck, laughing. “So, now that we’ve gotten over our rocky start...would you maybe want to go out after rehearsal tonight?”

“You know, we’re the best actors on campus. Awesome attracts awesome, right?” She giggled. “I’d love to go out with you,” she said. Her smile brought a glow to her whole face. How could he have fought with her for this long? If he had only talked to her, he could’ve asked her this question weeks ago, and her smile wouldn’t have been such a rare thing to see. As it was, he was already glad he would see it again later, and he gave her a grin of his own.

“I’m really happy to hear that in a language I understand.”

[mrawkweird]

I can't help but notice how it's always Punk who makes things public. Colt never says anything about the drama and neither does Page for that matter.

Punk loves to have this grand victim's mentality where he will take even a fraction of disrespect he may feel and run with it into the stratosphere and then sell the narrative that he was backed into a corner to do so.

Like, let's say sure; all of this right now in AEW is the work of all works and they're using past reality to sell their current fiction but then what's excusing all the other shit before he came to AEW? That's where my dislike comes from, that's the shit that is always going to keep me from being a fan; the childishness and the hypocrisy.

I mean, GG for having mic skills a lot of people admire but he better be good on the mic because all he does is talk shit. Gonna tell Rollins to stay off of Twitter with his issues one week and then another week gonna pop off at Miz on Twitter when he thinks even for a second a malicious shot is being taken at them.

That boy is more delicate than a souffle. The C in “CM Punk” stands for cap.

[wrestlingisfake]

MJF's big worky-shooty promo didn't do much for me, probably because I've seen the basic elements a dozen times before. Using your real name, even it's basically the same as your ring name. Claiming you carry the whole company on your back, but you don't get respect. Accusing the fans of being fickle. Alluding to another promotion. Demanding to be fired. There's nothing new here. Even the part about working a safe style is straight out of the Miz's playbook.

The appeal of a worked shoot angle is that you get the audience wondering what's real and what's not, and the intrigue of a shoot draws them into a work you can control to make money. But past a point, it becomes unavoidable that it's a work, and the intrigue evaporates. The only way to even try to sustain it is to allude to backstage arguments, but such arguments tend to be about a very limited number of topics. So MJF is left griping about how no one appreciates that he's the best, which is kind of every wrestler ever, work or shoot.

People have been comparing this promo to CM Punk's "pipebomb" from 2011. I don't think the pipebomb clicked just because Punk was "shooting," or airing his real-life grievances. What made it special was that you knew Vince McMahon would normally never allow anything like that on a WWE show, but suddenly he was allowing it, or failing to prevent it, and either way that was huge. WWE letting Punk be Punk in 2011 was a game-changer; AEW letting MJF be MJF in 2022 is par for the course.

We'll see how this plays out, but I think they've already exhausted the appeal of "this is based on real life!" You can't maintain the "shooty-ness" of this thing unless MJF keeps no-showing events and Tony Khan keeps no-commenting about it, which will go nowhere fast. The story needs an on-screen conflict that can be settled in the ring, and the only way to get there is to pivot into pure fiction.

[epoxyconfetti]

Every thing Miz Haldeman says is true.

<start Walter Brennan/Old Time Prospector voice>

In the days before the internet, fandom and conventions were where geeks got to meet. Sometimes going to the nearest convention, hours away, was the only time in a given year that sci-fi and fantasy fans got to talk with like-minded folks for a year at a time.

<end voice>

I went to Balticon a few weeks back, and got to see Seanan McGuire, C.J. Cherryh, David Gerrold and a host of other creators I admire. I ran into a pair of friends that I met at a con in 1984, and we spent the rest of the day catching up, programming schedule be damned.

But it seems to me that the populations of regular sci-fi cons are aging. When I went as a kid, sure there were folks in their 50s and 60s, but there was also a huge amount of people my age, and everything in between. Now, the kids are fewer, and most of the younger people there seemed to be with their parents.

I don't know if I'll go to too many cons again. My wife hates them, won't go with me anymore, and hates if I go alone. I have a "some day" date with my college friend to go to Dragon*Con, which takes place in Atlanta near her current home. But we've been saying that for decades.

But I miss cons, and I'll be sad if they fade away.

[awriteroncaffeine]

Alexander, I'm still here. (Lams)

Two weeks. It had been two weeks after John was shot and killed at a rally along with four other people. Alexander wasn’t talking his death well at all. He was depressed and started to shut the world out.

John had unfinished business on earth and couldn’t finish it because his unfinished business was marrying Alexander. Three weeks before he died they got engaged. So John was floating around the house with him and tried talking to him, it never worked. He would watch Alexander cry himself to sleep everynight. He could never bare watching it because he could never do anything about it. He would wrap his arms around him but Alexander didn’t feel anything. John would plead for Alexander not to harm himself, but he could never hear a thing.

Alexander walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water. He set his phone on the counter. It buzzed.

John looked at it. “Alexander it’s Herc…”

Alexander…we are all very worried about you. You won’t answer our texts or calls. Listen I know that losing John is hard…it’s hard on all of us. So if you would just let us talk to you that would be great.

Alexander looked at his phone and groaned. “I honestly don’t care…” he said. He ended up replying with a simple: …

John looked at him. “Listen to him. He can help I know he can. He will listen to you…Alex please.”

Alexander turned around and walked right through John. John vanished and appeared back in their room. He looked down at the ground and a tear fell down his cheek. It was always the moments like that, the moments where he suddenly was reminded nobody could see him. That all he was was thin air.

Alexander walked into the room and sat on the bed. He never touched John’s side of the bed. Ever. There was a dead rose on the bedside and the engagement ring he had given to John, and there was one of his old shirts. His favourite one to be exact, and a photo of them together. Alexander looked at them and started crying again.

John looked over at him and sat down beside him and wrapped his arms around him. “Shh…honey…I’m sorry.”

Alexander wiped his tears away and picked up the framed photo of them together and smiled slightly. “I…I remember this. Johh….you were such a dork.” He chuckled softly.

John smiled softly. “Yeah…yeah I was.”

“I-I remember…that time you asked me out. Oh. That was so long ago…” he set it back down and wiped his eyes again. “I miss you so much…”

“I miss you so much as well. It hurts to be talking to you and you can’t hear me, and I end up just talking to myself, I feel like I’m going insane.”

Alexander sighed. “Oh John. I miss your smile…your freckles. Your face in general. I miss waking up to your beautiful face in the mornings. I can’t even begin to say how much I miss you…”

“Alexander…you have no idea.” He let his arms fall to his side. He looked down at his lap.

Alexander looked up at the sky and shook his head and looked back down. “God I just want you here.”

John remembered all the sudden that they had a ouija board in the closet. They only used it once because it didn’t work. John got up and floated to the closet and walked through the door and looked around. He saw the box underneath some clothes. “God I hope this works…” he knocked on the wall.

Alexander heard something but it was really soft so he chose to ignore it.

John did it again but harder. “Ow. Alexander you better notice this cause Ow.”

Alexander sighed. “It’s probably just the house setting.”

John was getting annoyed and did it harder and more rapidly.

Alexander grumbled and stood up and opened the closest door. Nothing. “What the hell…?” John kept banging in the wall. “What the hell is happening?”

John looked at the box and stopped and tried to move the clothes off it. That didn’t work too well the clothes only fell off the box.

Alexander raised his eyebrow and looked at the area. “Seriously what the actual hell is going on here…?” He got an idea. He grabbed the box and brought it out he set it on his bed.

John smiled. “Finally I got through to you.”

Alexander opened it and set it down. He put the piece on and put his hands on the piece. “Uhm…I…I know this is stupid and probably won’t work but. John. Are you here?”

John smiled widely and moved the piece to yes.

Alexander’s breath hitched, he started tearing up.

John looked at him and spelled out don’t cry Alex.

That only made Alexander burst out into tears. “J-john?”

John moved the piece to yes.

“O-oh my G-god. I…I have so…So m-much to ask.” He couldn’t grasp the fact that his dead fiance was talking to him.

I know John spelt out.

“John, did…did it hurt? D-did it hurt when you…when you d-died?”

John moved the piece to no. “Not really.”

Alexander sighed. “Thank god… John I miss you.”

Oh you have no idea, I miss you so much.

Alexander wiped his eyes. “I-i wish I would have come to the rally…I-i could have saved you…”

Alexander, it’s okay…you probably couldn’t have.

“Y-yes…I could have.”

Stop blaming yourself. It wasn’t your fault

“I feel…I feel like it was.”

John moved the piece to no. “Alexander it wasn’t…”

“A-and the fact that the person who did it hasn’t been caught…I can’t do this without you John.”

He moved it to yes then spelled out you can, I know it

Alexander shook his head and started tearing up again. “N-no. I c-cant.”

John put his hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “Yes you can. Don’t say you can’t. I know you can. I know you can’t here me but I will be here. Right beside you…” he moved the piece to spell out I will be here Alex. I always will be I love you.

Alexander started crying and took his hands off the piece and laid his face into the pillow.

“No don’t cry…Alex. please…” he put his hand on his back. “Please…when you cry I cry and…” he started tearing up. “I don’t like to cry.”

They sat there like that for thirty minutes until Alex’s phone buzzed multiple times. Alex grabbed his phone and looked at it, he was starting to calm down.

I know this probably isn’t the best time…but. me and Laf are having a fight about whether or not ghosts are real, so I decided to ask you because he won’t believe me when I say I’ve seen a ghost.

“S-seen…a ghost…?”

Yeah I think they are…I’m pretty sure John is here…but…I’ve never seen him…

Then how do you know he is there?

I…I used the ouija board, he said it was him and told me not to cry.

Oh.

He told me that when he died, it didn’t hurt…

Yeah that that sounds like John Wait…you know what that Means right?

No…

He had unfinished business Here on earth. He isn’t at Peace.

What do you think his business is?

I was just about to ask you the same thing.

He sighed. It’s not like he new what the unfinished business was, but it made him sad to know that John was not at peace. “Good God…what could it be…?”

“What could what be…?” John asked.

“No I don’t think it could be that…maybe…” he looked at the engagement ring. “Oh…that…that could be it.” He sighed and looked down at the floor. “If I could marry you John…I would. Believe me….I…I would.”

John looked at him. “Oh…that…Alex it’s…o-okay.”

Alexander stood up and sat down at his desk and grabbed paper and started writing. John watched him write for 3 hours straight. Alexander wrote several pages of a letter to John. He put them into an envelope and stood up and put on a jacket and shoes and walked out the door.

John wondered where he was going. Alexander was headed to the funeral home for John was to buried tomorrow. Once he got there he asked to see John’s body one last time before the funeral. They allowed him too and he walked in. He saw John’s body all dressed up in the casket. He almost started crying again. “H-hey John.” He said. “I…I wrote this for you. Read it well, when you at last are at peace, it’s the story of you and me, together. I would have gave my life for you…” he felt tears start streaming down his face. He grabbed John’s hand and held it to his face. He kissed it and put the envelope underneath it and put his hand back. “I…I love y-you. John.” He walked out crying, he wiped his eyes and went back home.

[darkarfs]

the worst movie tie-ins in the history of wrestling

Wrestling is stupid, and will show its ass at the mere mention of cross-promotion, especially when it comes to movies, which is it's cooler older brother that can get away with a lot more. Hell, the 2nd ever SummerSlam's main event, in 1989, was Hulk Hogan facing the main villain, Tiny Lister as Zeus (RIP), from the film they were both in, No Holds Barred. So wrestling's always wanted a piece of that. So... - Army of the Dead Let's just get this one out of the way. Here's the thing; I thought the WrestleMania Backlash's card was fucking perfect...except for this weird business. WMB MIGHT've been the best show of the pandemic (hot take) were it not for making sure we sell Big Dave's big zombie heist movie. If they had just kept some of the guys in zombie makeup on the Thunderdome's webcam footage, that would have been borderline charming. But instead, the Miz (who was WWE champion 3 months ago, don't forget) and Damien Priest (who they're making WWE's pop-culture liaison so far on the main roster, for some reason) had to sell for zombies in a lumberjack match. If this was the first ever wrestling show you watched with a loved one who had never watched wrestling or hadn't since like, the end of the Attitude Era, would you for a second want them to stick around after Miz and Morrison get, for all intents and purposes, kayfabe killed and eaten, and then watch Damien Priest shoot the logo at the ceiling? My money's on "no." - Shaft Speaking of the Attitude Era, anytime someone tells you that wrestling was cooler in that 3-year time frame, point them to the June 15th of 2000 episode of SmackDown, where a storyline that ran throughout the show followed Patterson and Briscoe through New York City to find Crash Holly and his Hardcore Title. Now, I admit parts of this are kinda funny, like Briscoe just wanting to give up and find a "gen-yoo-WINE New York hot dawg!" That's fun! And who does Crash Holly run into but none other than Shaft, and his woman, the only one who understands this complicated man, John Shaft. So, we have real Samuel L. Jackson, playing fake John Shaft, talking to real/fictional Crash Holly, and man is it weird. Anyway, Shaft agrees to be Crash's bodyguard for the night, and he slaps around Patterson and Briscoe in a nightclub. After all, what better way to get across how cool and badass a character is than having him knock around the fucking Stooges? - The Wrestler Well, this is complicated. The Wrestler, starring ancient wooden lion Mickey Rourke, is a somber tale about an industry that, in its heyday, left people physically spent, washed-up and addicted to adrenaline at best, and dead at worst. It famously moved Roddy Piper to tears because he recognized what destruction and brokenness the industry once left in its wake. Which is why it's super-weird that WWE jumped at the chance to promote maybe the bleakest possible look at their world in 2009, and did so by having Chris Jericho smack the shit out of three old wrestlers at WrestleMania 25, including Roddy Piper. And then have Rourke jump into the ring, wearing his "do you want to take peyote in the desert?" starter kit and bring out his amateur boxing chops. Tonally, it's just really bleak. Like if the creator of Super Size Me screened the premiere at the world's biggest McDonald's. - Bride of Chucky Poor Rick Steiner. You didn't deserve this. You're the sane Steiner. They shouldn't have made you talk to the puppet. So, WCW was heading into Halloween Havoc 1998, and after years of stomping all over the WWF in the ratings, the wheels had come off, and dramatically. Like, all at once. Like the car in the Blues Brothers. To boost PPV buys, they spent a fortune bringing in the Ultimate Warrior to rekindle a feud with Hulk Hogan, mostly by hiding in his fucking mirror. And the Steiner Brothers, one of the best teams of the early 90s, had been feuding with one another since Scott turned on his at SuperBrawl. What was the best way to build hype around this match at Halloween Havoc? Why, to have Rick get into a war of words - and lose - to Chucky. Yes.

Serial killer doll voiced by Brad Dourif, and it's so sad. Chucky cusses Rick out while Rick challenges the fucking doll to a fight, which is promptly ignored (Chucky's video segment is pre-recorded, and you can tell because he starts talking about 3 times in 3 minutes while Rick's mid-promo and missing his cues to stop) and then is made fun of. And all the while, people were probably wondering "what's going on on Vince's show?" and the answer is...that was the episode of Raw where Austin fills Vince's Corvette with cement, which is slightly more badass than being teased by a puppet. - The Goods Here's the thing: Raw is, right now, a bad show. It is bad TV. It's been bad for a while now. And as bad as it is right now, it's still not as fuck-awful as it was in 2009, aka the Age of the Guest Hosts (which, in kayfabe, was given to us by Donald J. Trump, so blame that ambulatory Nazi scrotum for one more thing, he's certainly earned it). For those of you fortunate enough to not be watching what was objectively unwatchable at the time - and hell, I sure as shit wasn't checking in very often - from mid-2009 to around mid-2010, a celebrity would be the special guest host of Monday Night Raw, often to promote a TV show or movie, and it was nearly all horribly-written, cheesy wank. Imagine if every week was the week of the zombie attack at Backlash. That's what it was like. Bob Barker was funny. The Muppets were good. And THAT'S the end of the list. MacGruber coming out to blow up R-Truth made me want to fall on a knife. The A-Team coming out to beat up Virgil was fucking awful. Go straight to fucking HELL, the Three Stooges, Dennis Miller, the reverend Al Sharpton, the 2010 Pittsburgh Steelers, Don Johnson and Jon Heder, the poor entire cast of Hot Tub Time Machine...and then there's Piven. Jeremy Piven. He showed up with Ken Jeong to promote a movie no one remembers...called the Goods. He stunk up several segments, infamously called SummerSlam "the Summer Fest" and then got roughed up by John Cena. Wrestling's the worst. Stop watching. And many did. For a looooooong time. - Robocop 2 This one's infamous, so I'll keep it brief. Robocop 2 came out in 1990, and goddamn, I don't know how much money the producers threw at WCW, but it was enough for them to rebrand an entire PPV "Capitol Combat: the Return of Robocop" and marketed the entire thing around the fancy metallic gentleman. The branding really made it seem like Robert Cop was old friends with the promotion, and indeed, old friends with Sting. Makes sense; two big, heroic idiots running on BASIC. He had been feuding with the Four Horsemen, who locked him in a cage at ringside. Out comes Robocop, called completely straight by Jim Ross, who rips the cage door off his hinges, and then leaves. An accumulated 85 seconds of screen time. Totally worth being the centerpiece of this PPV! But a little context as to why WCW fans hated it so much: 1989, the year before, was regarded by WCW fans as one of the best in company history. The era that gave us stuff like Chi-Town Rumble and the still-very-much-lauded peak of the Steamboat/Flair feud. To go from that to Robocop was seen as a bit of a slap in the face, because WCW was always seen as the more traditional "wrasslin'" company and was never into cheesy pop-culture crossovers, which is why the last one...is all the funnier.

- Ready To Rumble First of all, those dumbasses at Turner had to give Michael Buffer - who they still had on retainer - around $350,000 just to use that title, because he owns the trademark to that phrase. Strike 127 million, capitalism, that a guy gets to own a phrase and gets paid an obscene amount when he or anyone else uses it. Secondly, I initially wasn't going to do movies where the promotion itself is producing the movie, or oh holy HELL would See No Evil and the infamous May 19 shit be on here. But unlike See No Evil, this had a hand in killing a decades-old wrestling promotion, so it feels weird to not include it. On April 7th, 2000, bad movie Ready To Rumble was released, a film about two hapless dorks trying to help Oilver Platt, aka the lawyer from the West Wing, become WCW World Heavyweight Champion. Two weeks later, to promote the movie, they made David Arquette, the lead actor in the movie, the WCW World Heavyweight Champion. He pinned Eric Bischoff, who wasn't the champion, of course, in a match where he was teamed with Diamond Dallas Page, his best pal and the company's top babyface at the time, but who is also one of the villains in the film to make it extra confusing for the mainstream casual audience the movie was made to attract. And, to be fair, Arquette didn't want to do it, NO ONE really wanted to do it, and it tanked viewership for WCW once and for all. At the very least, David took his payday from the wrestling appearances and the film and gave it to the families of Owen Hart, Brian Pillman and to Darren Drozdov, who had been paralyzed from the neck down in a wrestling match the previous year.

[prideskullsfics]

Chapters: 5/10
Fandom: RuPaul’s Drag Race RPF
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Craquaria
Characters: Giovanni Palandrani | Aquaria, Miz Cracker
Additional Tags: Smut, Lesbian Character, Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Lesbian AU, Online Dating, Mommy Kink
Summary: After downloading Tinder, Aquaria is not looking for a connection and only looking for a casual tinder hookup. But things went different as planned as she swipes right! New Craquaria material in the motherf*cking fandom from ArtPopPride and myself for you!