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Forced To Believe Chapter 31- The Slammy Awards

Chapter Summary: Melanie celebrates Jon's Birthday. Ambrose confronts Morgan on why she has been lying to him. Problems arise when Ambrose's attitude problems start to annoy Morgan and the rest of his teammates. CM Punk makes a shocking request at TLC

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------ 'Saturday Morning.'

Melanie was in jeans and one of her Morgan shirts as she was in her shared hotel with Jon. She saw him in jeans and a dark blue shirt and walked up to him, hugging him from behind.

"Guess who?" She grinned as Jon smiled. She released him and he turned around. "Happy Birthday!" She showed him a gift out of her bag.

"Thanks, babe." he opened the gift to reveal a mug that said 'World's Greatest Boyfriend.' "Wow. This is nice."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Get ready! We're gonna have an awesome day."

"What are we doing?"

"We, are going to an amusement park."

"Really?" his eyes lit up.

"Yep! We should have a fun day today at Six Flags since we're in a warm state today."

Jon picked her up and twirled her around as she giggled and kissed him again.

"Awesome, let me grab my jacket and we can go." He released her.

When they arrived at the amusement park around 2 PM, Jon's eyes lit up. "Aw man, are those go-carts?" He pointed to them

"Yeah, wanna go "

"Let's go!" He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the go-cart station as she laughed.

He reminded her of a little boy on Christmas, opening up presents. It was nice to see him happy since he wasn't able to enjoy a lot of fun things like this as a kid. Jon won 1st place while Melanie won 2nd.

"Haha, I know you're happy." she chuckled as Jon was grinning like crazy since he won. She then dragged him over to where the cotton candy was. "Hi, are you open?"

The cotton candy lady looked up in surprise. "Ooh my gosh, you're Morgan and Dean Ambrose."

"In the flesh." Melanie smiled.

"Sup." Jon greeted.

"Wow s-sorry I'm trying not to get excited." The lady blushed

Melanie giggled. "It's okay. May I have a bag please?"

"Of course!" The cotton candy lady gave her a bag of pink cotton candy. "You can have a discount."

"Oh, no, I'll pay full price. I don't want to be treated with discounts because I'm famous," she replied and the cotton candy lady nodded and respected her wish.

"If it's not any trouble, do you mind signing my cotton candy hat?" The cotton candy lady took off her hat and took out a Sharpe.

"Anything for a fan." The Philly diva signed it with Jon.

"Thank you so much! Have a nice day! Oh. And happy birthday Dean!"

Melanie happily ate her cotton candy, savoring the sweet taste. "You really have a sweet tooth." Jon chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Ha, when I was a kid, my mom and dad had a huge cake that they got from a party. It was 12 inches. Guess who ate the whole cake and got a stomach ache for a week? Yours truly. I got grounded too."

"Someone's been a bad girl..."

"Hey! I am not bad. I am a good girl. Innocent."

It was getting dark out after they went on a few roller coaster rides and ate lunch. They decided to go on a Farris Wheel before they leave.

Melanie leaned on Jon's shoulder as she looked at the sunset.

"You really made my day." he smiled down at her.

"Glad to hear. I love making you smile."

"Why?"

"Because you make me happy when you smile." she smiled at him.

He leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Mel."

"I love you too."

'Back at Jon's Hotel Room'

Melanie was in the bathroom while Jon was watching TV. "Mel, are you all right in there? You've been in there a while," he called out.

"Hey! Don't rush me!" She yelled as he laughed.

Melanie was in the bathroom, looking at herself in a dark blue Victoria's Secret set. She decided to put her hair up as well.

"All right." She grinned to herself. She walked out of the bathroom and leaned on the door. "What do you think?"

He turned his attention to her and stared at her body, checking her out, up and down.

"Damn..." He got up and walked over to her but she shook her head.

"You're always in control. Now it's my turn. Let it be about you tonight." She pushed him on the bed. "So, sit back, relax and let this chica work her magic. Let me...be your Mox girl tonight."

"Your wish is my command..." He smirked as she straddled him and started to kiss him.

'Next week, Hours before The Slammy Awards on Raw'

Morgan was walking backstage, all ready in her black dress but gets grabbed by Dean.

"Dean, what the heck?" She exclaimed as he dragged her to a room and shut it behind him. She watched him seething in anger. "What's wrong? Dean, what is going on with you? You've been off your rocker for a while now and I want to know what is going on."

She leaned on the wall while he was glaring at the floor. He was already in his suit for the Slammys. She couldn't help but notice that they were in a storage closet. Wouldn't a locker room be better to discuss stuff?

"Was it the kiss? Dean, there was no way I could have stopped the kiss, okay? Plus, I already got my revenge with the help of I mean, I already got my revenge on Goldust by giving him a backfire on Smackdown. We don't need to worry-"

"Why didn't you tell me about the Wyatts?" He looked up at her.

Morgan froze. She was in hot water now but knew that it was coming. She really didn't want to talk about the Wyatts right now, so she decided to play dumb.

"What are you talking about?" She asked with a confused look.

"What happened between you and the Wyatts?"

"Nothing."

"I'll ask you again...what happened between you and the Wyatts?"

"Nothing!"

"You know I don't like it when you lie to me..."

"I'm not lying."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"What happened between you and The Wyatts?"

"Drop it." She retorted.

"Answer me."

"Drop it. Drop it right now. You're being ridiculous..."

"Oh...now you want to play that game huh? Well, let's play another game." He pushed her to the wall and pinned her arms on top of her head with one hand. "Now, I'm going to ask you again...what is going on between you and the Wyatts?" He asked as she was taken aback before regaining her composure.

"I have no idea what you're talking about..." She narrowed her eyes.

"Won't tell me the truth huh? Then I'll make you." He began to touch her thigh with his free hand, raising it up slowly.

"Okay!" She exclaimed as he released her. "It all started on Raw when Luke saved me from Goldust. I asked him, why did he save me and he said that he didn't know. On Smackdown, Luke was watching me talk to Kaitlyn and that was the time when I got distracted. So, when you, Roman and Seth kept giving me the cold shoulder and told me I couldn't manage you guys at Survivor Series, The Wyatts came and told me that they would be waiting for me." She explained as Dean started to get angry. "And, when I got locked in a closet during Survivor Series, Bray was there, saying I had to unleash what's inside of me. Then, last week on Smackdown...Luke...helped me get revenge on Goldust..."

"So you lied to my face, every time I asked you what was wrong or what was going on with you and the Wyatts..." He muttered.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"Sorry? You're not sorry, not yet." He pinned her arms to the wall again. She could smell his cologne and could feel his body heat on her. "Do you know how it made me feel when you gave him a small smile? Hm? That smile...should have been for me and me only, not any other man..." He growled.

"And do you know how it made me feel when he grabbed your wrist? When he touched you? The only man who should touch you is me and me only." He breathed in her ear as she closed her eyes. "You're mine...Not Goldust's and certainly not Luke's...you got that?"

She couldn't speak because she was too hypnotized by his words. It turned her on a little. "I..."

"You're mine and I'll destroy anyone who wants to take you away from me."

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Because you drove me to this, Morgan...you make me lose my mind...I'm crazy about you..." He started to kiss her neck as she bit her lip and sighed. "Say you're mine...Answer me, Morgan." He said in a demanding voice.

"I-I'm yours."

"Say it like you mean it."

"I'm yours."

"Good and that better stay that way..." He looked at her as she was breathing heavily. He was about to kiss her but backed away as she was about to kiss him. "I'm sorry, did you want a kiss from me? Well, maybe next time you'll remember who makes you hot and bothered all the time instead of giving smiles to other men and lying to me." He smirked at her and left the room as she tried to get herself together.

'Raw'

During the preshow, they announced that The Shield won Hashtag of the Year, Breakout Star of the Year, and Faction of the Year.

Morgan tweets 'Woo! My boys and I are on fire tonight! #BelieveInTheShield'

Then, on the WWE Website, they revealed that Dean and Morgan won Couple and Kiss of the Year.

Morgan tweets 'Couple and Kiss of the Year? Nice. Looks like it's the start of #MrAndMrsAmbrose #BelieveinDeanAndMorgan'

'Later'

Later on Raw, "Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome the presenters for Double Cross of The Year, The Shield!" Justin announced.

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield.'

The Shield walk out in black. The male members had on black suits while Morgan wore her black dress and had her hair out and curly at the end.

"Hey! Wow, do they ever look like winners," JBL said. "They look great!"

Seth was on the left while Morgan, Dean and Roman were next to him. Morgan heard the crowd cheering loudly and heard the women screaming.

"I know...I know...I look great." Dean smiled as the fangirls screamed for the male members.

"Wow." Morgan listened in amazement. "I think you guys killed the Fangirls. Yikes," She said as the screams got louder.

"And what about you?" Seth asked.

"I didn't do anything, you three made the women fan girl like crazy. Am I right?" she asked as the women cheered in agreement.

"And what about the fanboys?"

"Oh, I don't have fanboys." She shrugged.

"Oh really? Does Morgan have some fanboys out there?" Seth asked as the men cheered loudly.

Morgan looked flattered as the guys chanted 'We Love Morgan!'

"Oh, you guys are just trying to make me blush..." She giggled. Moments later, the fans, mostly the males, chant 'Twirl.'

"You guys wanna see Morgan twirl?" Seth suggested as the guys cheered loudly. "Let them see your dress."

"Okay, fine." She walked to the stage and twirled around as she heard wolf whistles in the crowd. She giggled and walked back to The Shield and stood in between Dean and Seth.

"Stay away, she's mine," Dean announced as the guys boo him. "I know, I know, I'm lucky. I got the sexiest woman in this company. Kiss and Couple of the Year. Top that." He bragged.

Seth started to get annoyed. Dean's cockiness was starting to tick him off, especially when he bragged about having Morgan as his girlfriend.

'We get it, you're her boyfriend. Don't be cocky'. He thought.

He really wanted Morgan to at least slap the cockiness off his face one day.

The Outspoken Diva didn't like Dean bragging and or his cockiness just like Seth and Roman. It was a little bit too much. And extremely unnecessary.

"Um, let's not make it about me, let's make it about the Double Cross of the year." she grinned at the crowd as they cheered.

"Double Cross of the year...Now we've already picked up two awards, tonight in the pre show, along with me and Morgan winning kiss and couple of the year, but this is one award, we know nothing about," Dean said.

"That's right my man," Seth spoke. "2013, year of The Shield. But all that justice we dispensed, we did it our way. Man to Man, straight up. Hahaha."

"So, if you're thinkin' about crossing." Roman began. "Or even double crossing The Shield, I'd wake up. Because you're gonna pay the price. And that's why-"

"That's why you'll never see our names." Dean interrupted as Morgan and Roman glanced at him. "In this category. Your nominees are..." He continued as the titantron showed the nominees which were Mark Henry, Shawn Michaels, Paul Heyman, and Triple H. After the fans voted, and when the Miz was in the ring with Kofi, Seth began to talk again.

"And your winner for Double Cross of the year is..." Seth trailed off as Dean opened up the envelope.

The group takes a look at the result as Dean widens his eyes and looks up and then back at the envelope. Seth and Morgan were waiting for Dean to say the winner but Roman was tired of waiting and spoke up.

"Shawn Michaels!" he announced as the crowd cheered and Dean looked a little annoyed.

When Shawn walks out, he shakes hands with The Shield and hugs Morgan, kissing her on the cheek

Morgan tweets 'Thanks for the support #FanBoys! I love you all! #KeepBelievingInMorgan'

In The Ring'

Punk was in the ring while Dean was with The Shield at ringside. CM Punk and Morgan lock eyes and smirk at each other.

"You're just asking for a punch in the face," Morgan said to him.

"I got this. I don't want help. I got this." Dean said to his team.

"Okay. We got you." Roman replied.

"It's just CM Punk, you got him, man," Seth added.

When the match starts Dean and Punk lock up.

"Take him out." Roman looked on.

Punk starts taking control of Dean's arm. "Don't yank his arm off!" Morgan exclaimed.

The crowd was chanting 'CM Punk' as he continued to take control of his arm. Morgan was watching Punk's movements closely. Punk can hurt people, the hand, wrists, arms, legs, knees, anything.

Dean manages to knee him in the ribs when he goes high risk and starts to take control. Later on, Punk manages to do a flying clothesline outside the ring on Ambrose and turns his attention to Rollins and Reigns who are stalking him on each side of the ring. Morgan was on Seth's side, keeping her distance from the drama.

"CM Punk is in deep trouble," Cole said as they went to a commercial.

Near The End Of The Match, Punk hits Dean with a crossbody but Dean rolls them over and pins him for a near fall and as soon as they get up, Punk kicks him in the head. He pins him for another near fall as The Shield were relieved. 'This is awesome' chants surround the arena as Dean throws Punk out the ring, near The Shield. Dean distracts the ref as The Shield look at Punk and trash talk to him.

But then Ambrose gets out of the ring and starts arguing with his team.

"You know what? How about the three of you just go." Dean throws Punk in the ring.

"Are you kidding me, right now?" Morgan asked, looking confused.

"I said leave!" Dean yelled.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to?" She snapped and stepped up to him. "You're not gonna talk to me like that. You've lost your mind!"

"Uh oh! Uh oh!" Cole exclaimed as the crowd started to get hyped. The fans were standing up to get a good look at them fighting.

"Back up, Morgan, back up..." Ambrose growled as Roman held him back.

"You wanna yell at me? Who do you think you are?" She shouted in his face.

"Would you calm down and just go? Damn it! You don't freaking listen! Just go!"

"How about you ask nicely instead of yelling at me!"

"Morgan! Calm down! Don't argue with your boyfriend! Where is the love!?" JBL yelled as Seth and Roman were looking amused at Morgan, pleased that she was putting him in his place.

"The Shield are showing cracks..." King looked on.

"More like Dean and Morgan are showing cracks. Morgan looks livid." Cole said.

"I wonder if the WWE Universe wants to see them feud again someday," King said.

"They better not!" JBL retorted.

"Get out of here. I don't need you." Ambrose waved her away.

"You don't need me?" She slowly repeated, taking it all in.

"Are you deaf? I don't need you. Get out of my damn sight." His anger got the best of him.

"Oh, okay then." She decided to smack him across the face as the crowd went wild and Roman released him.

"Morgan!" Seth held her back, secretly happy that she slapped him.

Dean holds his cheek and looks at her in shock.

"Damn..." Roman murmured, looking at the red handprint on Dean's face. He was amused and happy she did it.

"She just slapped her boyfriend! I thought you two loved each other!" JBL complained and started freaking out. "Morgan! What are you doing?! Couple of the year! Mr and Mrs Ambrose! This should not be happening!"

"Oh well, it's happening!" Cole cheered as the crowd chanted 'Yes!'

"What the hell was that for?!" Ambrose yelled while Seth let Morgan go.

"You're cocky, that's why. I'm tired of it." She confessed. "We're tired of it." She pointed at Seth and Roman. "So, if you're this confident and don't need us, fine. Bye, have a nice life. Go focus on your match, don't worry about me, you don't need me or Seth and Roman." She started walking near the ramp as Seth and Roman followed her.

In the ring, Ambrose gets hit with the GTS as The Shield look annoyed and Ambrose loses the match.

"Wow..." She retorted and shook her head, turning around and getting on the apron. Punk looked alert as she smirked at him. "Hey, how ya doing?"

Punk was about to run after her but she smoothly gets off the apron and laughs. Seth tries to get in the ring as Punk tries to go after him but he slides out of the ring. Once Punk turns around, he gets speared by Reigns and holds his stomach in pain.

"A spear! A spear by Reigns!" Cole exclaimed. "Now those ribs may be broken."

Morgan gets in the ring and stalks Punk. She waits for him to get on his knees and she hits him with a spinning kick in the face, dropping him as the crowd 'Ohs'

"Ooh, you may wanna put ice on that." She slid out of the ring as The Shield's theme came on.

Rollins helps Dean get over the barricade as Punk recovers and holds his ribs. He looks at The Shield and then Morgan, nodding to himself.

"Okay...all right...okay," he said to himself.

Morgan tweets 'Couples aren't perfect. We are going to argue and fight. #INeedSpace'

Morgan also tweets 'Oh poor CMPunk. Those ribs aren't gonna heal in 6 days. You sure you want to face my boys at TLC?'

'WWEMorgan101 You picked a fight. You started it. Now I'm going to finish it. It's on now.' Punk replies.

'Hit me with your best shot CMPunk.' Morgan replies back.

'Be careful what you wish for. I found your weakness.' Punk replies back.

'WWE Exclusive on Raw'

Morgan was walking backstage, annoyed and sat on a black crate and tried to calm herself down.

"Rough night?" Roman asked as he walked over to her.

"Ya think?" She snapped.

"Easy tiger. Just trying to be a friend."

"I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I just need space."

"From Dean?"

"You can say that. He can be so annoying at times. I'm tired of him bragging. It kind of gets out of hand, you know?"

"Me and Seth agree. I didn't like how he snapped at you moments ago. That was uncalled for."

"I'm used to his anger issues..."

"Couples argue you know. You're not perfect. You're going to disagree."

"I know. I guess my anger just escalated until I couldn't take it anymore."

"Seth and I understand why you did what you did. Don't beat yourself up. So, are you going to talk to him?"

"Me? Talk to him? No. He can talk to me. I'm not speaking to him until he apologizes."

"Sounds fair enough."

"Anyway, thanks for listening to me vent. You're a good friend." Morgan got off the crate and hugged him.

"You're here for me, I'm here for you. We have each other's backs. I told you from the beginning when you started being The Shield's Girl."

"Yeah. I can't wait for the new year."

"Why?"

"To see you rise as a big star. You're a beast in that ring, man. I can see you as WWE Champion one day." She playfully punched his shoulder as he chuckled.

"Thanks. You know Morgan, I want to see you wrestle superstars one day."

"Like my cousin?"

"Hey, you never know. I can see you do it. You're not fragile."

"One day, just not anytime soon. I need to mentally prepare myself for that. I'm just not ready to face any superstar this year."

Roman grinned. "It better be in 2014."

"Never say never."

----

'Smackdown'

The Shield was in the ring while Dean was on commentary.

"We're back on Friday Night Smackdown, The Shield in tag team action against The Usos and we're joined by the United States Champion, Dean Ambrose at ringside. We'll be talking a lot with Dean about his match with The Shield on Sunday against CM Punk. Dean, a match that hardly seems fair to CM Punk." Cole said.

"Well, I thought I just join you guys out here on the booth because I wanna make sure that you guys understand how much trouble CM Punk is really in. It's just a hopeless situation that CM Punk is gonna be in this Sunday at TLC when he steps in the ring...with The Shield." Dean replied as the Usos made their way to the ring.

Cole and JBL start talking about their show and how they won a Slammy for it.

"You wanna talk about Slammy awards..." Cole began.

"The Shield picked up a lot of Slammy awards," Dean said.

"Indeed you did, listen to this Dean, The Shield won, breakout star of the year, hashtag of the year."

"I didn't have enough room in my suitcase to fit all my Slammys."

"The faction of the year and the maneuver of the year for Roman Reigns' spear."

"And don't forget kiss and couple of the year with Dean and Morgan," JBL reminded.

"Morgan and I won those awards hands down. We sacrifice things for each other, we love each other and we are the hottest couple in this company. Plain and simple. If we didn't win those awards, it would have been an injustice. Now, it was an injustice that she didn't win diva of the year but she is still one of the most dominant divas in this company and she continues to shine each and every time she gets in the ring. She's the Harley Quinn of my dreams." Ambrose smirked.

"Speaking of the Outspoken diva, where is she?" Cole asked.

"She should be here soon. She had to get ready since she had some errands to do." Dean explained.

'To Morgan'

Morgan was already in her Shield attire and was putting on her gloves. She then began to hear footsteps.

"Guys, I said I'm coming..." She called out but heard a thump. "Guys?" She looked around.

"Think again." A voice said as her eyes widened.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"Sit down." The voice ordered as she quickly obeyed and sat on a chair.

'Back to Dean'

"I have a question, are The Shield showing cracks? You've kind of rubbed Morgan the wrong way on Raw when you yelled at her." Cole said.

"Yeah! What the heck Dean? You two are my favorite couple. Why would you two argue like that?" JBL exclaimed.

"Well, the crowd seemed to love it."

"No, they didn't. That's a lie."

"Listen, Morgan and I aren't perfect. We're gonna argue and we're gonna fight. All couples do that." Dean replied.

"So, what's your status with Morgan?" Cole asked.

"We're...still not talking."

"Still not talking? Dean, you two gotta get it together!" JBL exclaimed.

"Guess you two hit a rocky road." Cole declared. "You think you alienated yourself from Rollins and Reigns as well?"

"What about the last 365 days? That didn't show cracks." Dean said.

"Okay, and what about the cracks now? Crack number one was on Smackdown when you said that you were the baddest man in The Shield and went to take on Punk all by yourself to much of the dismay of Rollins and Reigns. Crack number two was on Raw when you decided to yell at Morgan and got slapped in the face while you two were arguing. And crack number three was when The Shield decided to walk up the ramp." Cole mentioned. "What's up with that?"

"We eat, sleep and breathe this business. That's why Rollins and Reigns and I are like brothers. We're passionate about this business." Dean replied.

"Morgan still isn't here. You sure she even came to work?" JBL asked.

Dean was starting to get worried. "Now I am getting a little worried," Dean admitted with concern in his voice as he wondered where she was.

Near the end of the match, Seth mocks CM Punk and does the GTS on one of the Usos as Roman spears the Uso for the win.

"And The Shield are victorious," Cole announced.

"At TLC, CM Punk will...Believe in The Shield." Dean took off his headset and celebrated with his teammates.

Suddenly, Morgan is on the titantron in a dark arena, looking worried as The Shield's theme comes off.

"Guys...we have a problem..." She said in a shaky voice as the screen revealed CM Punk behind her and the crowd exploded.

Ambrose glares at Punk while Roman and Reigns aren't looking too happy. Normally, Morgan would disobey but Punk had a kendo stick and kendo sticks hurt. She started to remember the days when Tommy Dreamer had his back bloodied up by the Sandman with a Singapore cane during the ECW days. She did not wanna go down that road. Weapons would be her weakness if she didn't have a weapon to defend herself. It's been so long since she's been hit with a weapon.

"This is CM Punk, broadcasting in an undisclosed location...actually this is just a basement in the arena." Punk spoke as Ambrose was about to get out of the ring but Seth and Roman stopped him. "Ambrose, I wouldn't do that if I were you...wouldn't want your precious little girlfriend to pay the price, would you?" He smirked as he revealed a kendo stick.

Ambrose starts seething while Seth and Roman glare at Punk. Punk puts the kendo stick on Morgan's left shoulder as she shuts her eyes, looking nervous.

"Just get that stick out of here. It's not necessary." she opens her eyes, shaking her head.

"Oh, so now you're begging? After all the trash you've said? I've found your weakness. Weapons." Punk said as she started to get annoyed. "One of these days Morgan, I want to see if you can actually put those words into truths in the ring. So, you ask why is it necessary to put this stick on your shoulder? Maybe it's because I am this close to whacking you in the face with it. I hope you don't think I forgot about that kick in the face...Now...I could get my revenge on you now..." He continued as the crowd cheered to encourage him.

"Don't you touch her! Don't you dare hurt her!" Seth yelled as Roman tried to calm him down while Ambrose shot a dirty look at Punk.

Punk chuckled. "Don't worry...I'm not gonna hurt her...yet...she can wait. So, you guys make your videos here? It's filthy...it stinks...but I understand that this is your little clubhouse and this is where you like to gather to say your messages. And...I like to send messages too...Like on Raw when a certain somebody decided to put his hands on me just like Morgan here."

He sets the kendo stick down and starts taping his hands.

"Now on to this Sunday...I believe...it's three on one, The Shield against CM Punk. I believe I'm walking into a whole sail of slaughter. I've said it in the past...Shield, I may be going down...but the question you need to be asking yourselves, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose...is how many of you I'm takin' with me. 'Cause I believe, the last two times...I've been in the ring with a member of The Shield, I've exposed your weaknesses boys..." He grinned as the crowd cheered again. "Believe! In the best in the world." Punk showed his fist to the camera and pushed it away.

"We got this. No one can touch us!" Seth yelled before the three of them quickly ran to find Morgan.

'WWE TLC'

The Shield was on the titantron during the preshow.

"Good for CM Punk...putting on that brave face...Who do you think you're kidding?" Dean asked. "You know exactly what this is. You know exactly what The Shield is going to do to you tonight, Punk. We're going to beat you to a pulp so you should be scared."

"Punk, you think you can divide and conquer? Well, to steal a catchphrase from another man we put down, it doesn't matter what you think." Seth laughed. "You can't divide us...you damn sure ain't gonna conquer us. Punk, we're forged out of iron. The Shield is unyielding."

"Punk, after what you did on Smackdown, I really can't wait to see you get your ass beat by my boys tonight." Morgan retorted.

"Punk, Punk, Punk, the way I look at it, you're just a liar. In front of the whole world, you've lied. You have no chance tonight. To be honest I think uh, I think you got a little confused last week when I speared you in half, but the thing is, there's one more waiting for ya. You can't take us with you." Roman said.

"CM Punk is a man of conviction. CM Punk is a man of beliefs. But after tonight, Punk, you're only gonna believe in one thing...you're gonna believe in The Shield." Dean pushed the camera away.

'Later'

The Shield was in the ring with CM Punk as their theme song faded. Morgan was in her Shield shirt with black jeans and black boots and fingerless gloves.

Before the bell rings, Brad Maddox walks to the stage. "Wait a second! Wait a second!" He yelled as the crowd boos.

"What is he doing here?" JBL asked as The Shield looked confused.

"There's been a slight change in the match up." Brad said as The Shield looked at each other.

Morgan grabbed a mic. "Um, what do you mean slight change? This match was fine as a three on one match. Punk deserves this beating that he's gonna get tonight " She got cut off by Dean who snatched the mic out of her hands.

The crowd gave him mixed reactions while Morgan looked at him in surprise and annoyance.

"Wow..." she muttered, shaking her head at him.

"What she meant to say was Brad, even if you change the stipulation of the match, it's still going to be a win/win situation for The Shield. The Shield are going to beat Punk into a pulp." Ambrose said with a smug look while Morgan rolled her eyes.

"I see there's another crack in The Shield." King pointed out as Seth and Roman were annoyed at Dean's actions too.

"Well, then maybe your confidence might boost a little bit. Because, since Punk, personally requested this, this match is now a 4 on 1 match!" Brad announced.

"Wait, what? With who?" Morgan asked Seth and Roman.

"It will be...CM Punk versus Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns and Morgan Lopez!" Brad announced.

"What!?" King yelled in a high pitched voice as Morgan slowly turned her head to Brad.

The crowd went wild, chanting 'Yes!' while Punk laughed.

The Outspoken Diva looked at Brad in disbelief.

Did she hear him correctly? There had to be some kind of mistake.

"Punk personally asked for Morgan to be in the match!?" Cole exclaimed.

"This is not good," JBL said as The Shield turned at Morgan as she looked at Brad and then Punk. "Morgan, run. Run now, run fast."

"Nowhere to hide now." Punk pointed at her.

"Who said I'm hiding?" She retorted.

"Calm down. We got this." Seth said and put her hand on her shoulder.

"Morgan is going to face a WWE Superstar?" King exclaimed.

"Only if she gets in the ring. The Shield might not let her, so she should be okay." JBL added.

"When's the last time a WWE Diva went on to face a WWE Superstar?" Cole asked.

"I'm going to enjoy making you go to sleep, Morgan." Punk taunted.

"And I'm going to enjoy kicking you in the face." She stepped up.

Ambrose smirked. "Over my dead body." He stepped up to Punk as the ref tried to separate them.

Morgan started to get annoyed again since Dean decided to fight her battles when she didn't need help defending herself. She got on the apron with Seth and Roman as Dean and Punk started off the match.

She tried to get her head together, processing everything that just happened. She wasn't mentally prepared to wrestle a superstar yet and to be dropped with a bombshell like this was insane. She had a feeling she would be going down but decided to keep her head up high and step up. She brought herself into this, so she needs to face the consequences.

She studied Punk's moves, but was she ready to face him?

Physically? She'll have to see.

Mentally? Not so much.

"Put up or shut up time Morgan. You talked trash about Punk, now let's see if you can live up to those words." Cole said.

"Punk says that Morgan is all talk but no action. I'd like to see her take action." King said.

"We just won't tag her in," Dean said to Seth and Roman.

"Um, excuse me, who said I didn't want to be tagged in?" Morgan asked, gaining her composure back. "I'm not hiding behind you guys any longer. Tag me in. Right now." she had her hand out as the crowd cheered.

Punk was looking forward to this as Ambrose looked at him, Morgan and then the crowd.

"No," Dean answered and turned his attention to Punk.

Roman glared at Ambrose for that while Rollins looked annoyed.

"Seriously...?" She grumbled while Roman put his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't lose your cool." Roman calmly told her as she nodded.

He knew she wasn't going to take much more of this. Punk knew it, the crowd knew it, and Seth knew it.

"It's a whole different ball game for Morgan. We've seen her argue and put her hands on The Shield. But let's find out if she has what it takes to be in a match with a WWE Superstar." JBL said as Morgan was in deep thought, watching Punk's movements, thinking of a plan as the match started.

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menderash · 2 years

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genuinely the anon sui baits and death threats dont bother me bc im an adult with a job and in a healthy place mentally rn, but it was really nice to go into work tonight.

it's my first shift at the rink since it transitioned from roller to ice, 2/3 of our rink monitors tonight are they/thems, the other receptionist with me is trans masc, the brand new concessionaire is a 16 yo trans girl, and our cis lesbian boss is fussing over her like she's her own daughter. we just got a grant from a local lgbtq organization to start an afterschool skate program for queer teens because our summer pride skate event went so well. there's philly pride flags on the front desk. idiots who think this is dangerous or abnormal are a loud minority, most people are, you know, kind.

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incubabe · 6 months

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Darkstalkers were not a particularly rare sight in Las Vegas. It was one of the most populous cities in the US, and with its lively and eccentric nightlife, no one would question an oddly dressed stranger who never left their home during daylight. There was a reason Felicia opened her orphanage in this city over others-- nearly a tenth of the population were Darkstalkers, walking among humans, who had been banished from the Makai, or perhaps had never seen it in the first place.

That said, most Darkstalkers that Felicia had met in the city made some effort to hide their infernal aura. Felicia wasn't even particularly sensitive to that kind of soul-sense, but when she smelled the stench of the Makai in the audience during one of her shows, she knew something was up. As soon as the show was over, she sniffed her way through the crowd until she found the source. A rather unassuming-looking girl who seemed to be around her own age. "Hey there, stranger. Enjoy the show?"

(@makai-monsters)

@makai-monsters

Da Gambling Capital A Da World, Da City A Second Chances, Lost Wages itself... turned out to be a miserable, sweaty pit. How millennia ago, her ancestor (which was a more useful term for purposes of age than dad) had whispered blasphemy and promises to the people of the Fertile Crescent was beyond her. No, a predisposition for the dry heat of Nevada had not been passed down to this hellspawn. Three days until her return trip to Philly, where the sand was a comfortable two hours away and the desperation reflecting as eyeshine wasn't necessarily universal among the barflies. And her boss thought he'd been doing her a favor by letting her go to the conference his stead, even. She'd have to feign enthusiasm and gratitude on the debrief.

Still, this revue was more or less nice. Not directly in a casino, pleasant seating, and if nothing else it wasn't the absurdly poorly reviewed Criss Angel MINDFREAK show a few blocks over. The tantalizing implication of interaction with scantily clad women did nothing for Riley, but -- she had a free ticket. So, naturally, one sidled up. Call it a devil's luck.

"When I use that pickup line, I usually actually know the stranger." Riley remarked mildly, politely settling down her phone to meet the showgirl's words. Tall. Strong shoulders. Professional entertainer hot, really. "Yeah, it was great! But I'm pretty easy to please. Show me anything that I'd find slightly tough to do and I'll be clappin' like a seal." Usually, she could at least guess motivation, but the feline performer's intentions were unreadable. Riley didn't come off like the wealthiest person in the room, the down baddest, nor the most gullible. "I'm flattered you skipped the high rollers for little ol' me in the cheap seats. 'S there somethin' I can help you with?"

#read the criss angel mindfreak las vegas reviews on tripadvisor btw. its a ride #makai-monsters

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uneasylisteningradio · 10 months

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Hearts June 24, 2023

Photo by ME, art by I don’t know who NW Philly 2023

stream on Mixcloud

I will do a hearts show again some day for sure but here is part 1!

Bay City Rollers - Saturday Night Josie and the Pussycats - With Every Beat of My Heart

DJ speaks over Sandy Nelson - Expressway to your Heart

The Ex - The Heart Collector Clorox Girls - Get It, Heart Lucia Pamela - Hap-Hap-Happy Heart Ramones - Listen to My Heart

DJ speaks over DJ Lebowitz - Jump Start My Heart

Eddie Kendricks - Let Me Run Into Your Lonely Heart Rata Negra - Espinas En El Corazón 한대수 - 그대는 내마음 아는가 Maestros and Dipsos - Heart and Tongue The Zeros - Beat Your Heart Out 2 of Clubs - Heart Ty Segall - Fist Heart Mighty Dawn Dart

DJ speaks over Pharoah Sanders - Heart to Heart

Beex - (My Heart Goes) Beat Beat The Partridge Family - I Can Hear Your Heartbeat Monette Moore - Hard Hearted Papa (Take 2) Jacqueline Taïeb - Le cœur au bout des doigts Ribbon Stage - Stone Heart Blue

DJ speaks over Avengers VI - Heartbeat

Wire - Heartbeat Heavy Metal - Finster In Meinhem Herzen (feat. Bobby Would) Indirekt - Hart En Vaatziekten Wendy Rene - Deep in My Heart Arthur Smith Trio - Adieu False Heart Recharge - Herz aus Hass The Fates - Sheila/She Beats in My Heart

DJ speaks over Wendy Carlos - Heartbeats and Worry

Jeri Rossi - I Left My Heart But I Don't Know Where Hounds of War - In Their Hearts Terry Jacks - Since You Broke My Heart Vildvittra - I Varje Hjarta Trio - Herz ist Trumpf (Dann rufst du an...) Dicks - Kill from the Heart

DJ speaks over Dislocation Dance - With a Smile on Your Face and a Frown in Your Heart

Chumbawamba - Safety Pin Stuck In My Heart ("A Love Song for Punk") Scatha - From The Heart Ivan Hoffman - Curriculum Vitae The Woggles - In My Heart

DJ speaks over Man or Astroman? - Within a Martian Heart

Gloria Jones - Heartbeat (Pts.1 & 2 / Single Version)

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scenekidfancams · 11 months

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4 Cool Gay / queer artists and for pride this year (2023)

I wanted to help some queer and ally musicians boost their songs. As a trans-woman I think its important to understand that pride is important as much as change. Focusing on the hardships we have faced is very important but our victories are much more. So here are some (4) artists I (rose) recommend for pride.

Mikie mayo (any/all pronouns).

Mikie mayo (aka bunny boy) is a definitely hard to pin down Philly musician and occasional roller-coaster content creator. Mikie can be seen dabbling anything from indie pop, easycore, scene metalcore with bay area and internet rapper legend Lil B, scene electropop hyperpop, eurodance and dance pop about roller coasters and go karts, to beach pop, generally being pretty much a banger machine. Mikie's music is like ice cream w/ your favorite toppings on a warm summer day, very good and sugary sweet.

(photos by cam.i.z on ig)

these are my favorite songs / music videos by mikie mayo

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Mikie has requested I let you know they have a new song about their partner and the couch they have.

click here to pre-save.

(photo by @ h0t_t0xiic on IG, couch and art by mikie's partner @ HoneyHatCompositions on IG )

FFO: eichlers, falloutboy, I set my friends on fire, dynasticc, dreamrats, cedar point amusement park, glaive, 100 gecs, etc.

(photos by rae mystic)

We Are The Union

I'm gonna cut to the chase on this one. If you want an emotional experience as a trans woman / transfemme or really any trans person to make you not feel alone and like ska / ska punk listen to Ordinary Life by we are the union. the first time I heard morbid obsessions I was working a part time (as full time really) at home depot in my small hometown in pa. I felt like as a trans woman and generally depressed person I couldn't be myself and go back to school. My boss there was the most transphobic piece of shit, and he always misgendered me and but me down. it wasn't until I quit that job and when I shifted to being myself inspired by my thoughts at the time that I accepted that I was fully a trans woman. I really related and still relate to Miss Reade Wolcott and her struggles with gender identity and be a trans woman in a transphobic world but also like her I am who I am. I would also could relate to jer and their struggles of being boxed in music genres and having what they love constantly undermined and diminished / not taken what I have to say seriously as a queer person.

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FFO: New Tone, hoity toity, catbite, Eichlers, Bad operation, Kill Lincoln, etc.

Genres: ska pop, ska punk, alternative ska.

(photo by jtphotos)

Jisei (leda xo its/its and alexis she/they)

Jisei are the best queergrind band I have ever heard. the most raw queer emotions I have ever heard. Some of the best riffs I have ever heard. Imagine deathcore for the girls and the gays. The duo also make the most real lyrics I have heard in a while. For example one of I think the most topical songs they have had is "Pull Yrself Up by Your Pleasers". Pull Yrself Up by Your Pleasers being about christian nationalism and the alt-right abusing and tearing away the seperation of church and state without seeing a hint of irony. I hate the "Just asking questions" transphobia , and even though that might seem like solely a usa proving that Jisei hailing from vancouver proves that transphobia is a worldwide issue and if so called "cis allies" aren't for us 100+ %, fuck 'em.

FFO: Thotcrime, Sissy xo, hopscotch battlescars, Suicide Silence, and a lovely day for bloodshed.

Genres: Cybergrind, cyberdeath, deathgrind, deathcore, queercore and queergrind

seeyouspacecowboy.

(band photo by shutter happy jose)

last on the list here we have the one of the most popular queer scenecore bands ever. see you space cowboy. the most gay and hard band at the same time they well as sass as much as hardcore. Picture if saosin, the devil wears prada, or thrice, and/or attack attack! were queer and trans and say exclaimed faggot as fun mosh call. That would be see you space cowboy, started by brother and sister connie and ethan, seeyouspacecowboy is one of the most popular bands in screamo, metalcore and hardcore, and scenecore all at the same time. will excellent songwriting and angsty queer lyrics complimented with crushing riffs and piercing panic chords, seeyouspacecowboy will worm your way into your heart and crush your rib-cage at the same time. As a fan of vocalist connie sgarbossa, she was one of the people who helped me come out as a trans woman in the first place. The fact that a queer trans woman who screamed and force herself to the front inspirational. Yeah the fact we have to be forced to be heard kinda sucks, but it can be done and her presence in the scene made that very well known. Also it kinda helps that they spread the word on trans liberation and mental health from and trans and queer perspective and what can be done to combat transphobia in a very passionate and heartfelt way. I highly recommend their whole catolgue from their sass/whitebelt eras, to their metallic hardcore stuff, to mall scenecore era currently.

Genres: Scenecore, sasscore, whitebelt, queercore, "screamo", mall screamo, metalcore, scene metalcore, hardcore, metallic hardcore.

FFO: attack attack!, tdwp, i set my friends on fire, lacerated, thrice, norma jean, and underoath etc.

pride should be celebrated.

one last thing from a trans woman,

gender doesn't always equal sex.

gendered pronouns / pronouns in general have existed since the beginning of time.

drag queens aren't always trans.

trans people don't care about where you pee and where you are, they just wanna pee in their gendered bathroom.

cis isn't a slur.

terf isn't a slur.

leave trans people alone.

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lilmadorange · 2 years

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Friday Night

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Before the party, Venessa and Jack each brought a variety of drugs. We had a long argument about which ones to take and which ones could take together. We are still young, Fuck it. Let’s just take all of them. I suggested since I was getting impatient. They dumped everything onto their palms and held both palms out to form a bowl. We each grabbed a bunch to put in our mouths. Philly held the pills in his hand and waited for the water bottle. He stared at me with amazement while I swallowed mine without the water. I grinned.

At the party, Philly was all I had in my sight. His face looked more attractive in the flashing neon blue light—his white t-shirt glowed. Then I saw the most gorgeous girl in my life. I swear. She had horns, and her skin was pink. Her eyes were really big and far apart. The long eyelashes were so cute. But she didn’t even have a human face. She only had those eyes. No mouth. No nose. Just huge eyes with crazy eye makeup. I like your outfit. When she talked to me, I was freaking out. She was so gorgeous. Caught me off guard. Thanks! You are so pretty. Wanna make out? I think it was the alcohol. It gave me courage. She giggled and leaned in. And all of a sudden, the mouth immersed in her face. She had thick lips. Oh my god, the kiss was amazing. She was wearing a tank top and a miniskirt. I touched her smooth and soft skin from her waist. It felt like heaven. I just dropped. And dropped. Nothing caught me for a long time until I opened my eyes again. She moaned and led me to the bathroom. There was a long line but we skipped it. In the bathroom, my hand was shaking. I was too nervous. You gotta understand, I’ve never hooked up with any girl as gorgeous as her. She struggled and raised her green floral tank top. Her boobs popped out. I touched it. And then a roller coaster with elves came out of the wall as we continued our actions. It went through the roof. As it went around us, it slowed down. They were staring at her and listening to her moans. It was more exciting when people were watching. Really boosted my ego to show how good I could please a girl. The whole train of elves orgasmed with her. Their pointed little ears were shaking. I wish I had saved her number. Then when we came out of that bathroom, people crowded me to ask for my numbers and when I was available to hook out. I think some asked to pay me. I left some numbers out and a couple of hundreds in my hand.

Anyway, I went back to Philly. He smiled at me gently, like a piece of thin, almost transparent paper ready to break any second. Then out of nowhere, tears rolled out of his eyes crazily. I tried to catch them, but there were just too many. I asked him what was wrong and he just kept crying.

“What happened?” Did he know what happened in the bathroom?

He didn’t say anything, kept crying, and tried to smile.

“I love you, baby. You are so beautiful. I would choose you and only you at any time of my life.” I told him and kissed his cheeks, forehead, and neck.

Getting the answer he wanted, he stopped crying and giggled. Then he used the pearl tears I caught with my hand to make a necklace for me. He put it on. It was shiny and beautiful. I kissed him again on his forehead. He said it was done. I sealed the deal to be with him forever with the kiss. We would never be apart. So there it was; I can’t believe we married like that. It was so romantic though.

But what he didn’t tell me was I was gone for so long, he suspected I never came back, so when a guy hit him up, they flirted then kissed and went to the backyard of the bar. Jack said. They probably fucked. I asked what the guy looked like. He said he was an Asian guy about 5’7’’ with pale white skin. They wore a batch on their left shoulder to represent their vampire orgy community.

I went to sit down on a red velvet sofa and looked over. They had a photo booth near the end of that bar. Are they all vampires? I wondered since not all of them had pale skin. But when the flashing light of the camera blinked, they grinned and showed their sharp teeth.

I was fascinated but terrified to make eye contact. I shoot up. The drink in my hand splashed a little on my hand. I reached to lick it off while I searched the crowd to find Phillip.

When I found him, I dropped my glasses immediately to hold his face. I kissed him passionately and hug him so tight that he screamed.

“I can’t believe you almost die. What if he decided to drink your blood after you were done?”

“I was prepared to die.” He said, looking deeply into my eyes and touching a string of hair that fell on my face gently with his fingertips, “Life wasn’t worth living without your love.”

“Don’t say that, Philip.” I hugged and kissed him more. I forgot to ask for that girl’s number! I thought.

Anyway, I went back to Philly. He smiled at me gently. Then out of nowhere, tears rolled out of his eyes crazily. I tried to catch them, but there were just too many. I asked him what was wrong and he just kept crying. I love you, baby. You are so beautiful. I would choose you and only you at any time of my life. I told him and kissed his cheeks, forehead, and neck. He stopped crying and giggled. Then he used the pearl tears I caught with my hand to make a necklace for me. He put it on. It was shiny and beautiful. I kissed him again on his forehead. He said it was done. I sealed the deal to be with him forever with the kiss. We would never be apart. So there it was; I can’t believe we married like that. It was so romantic though.

#writer of tumblr #original writing #writeblr #fiction writing #magical realism #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #love #nighttime #euphoria #creative writing #fantasy writing

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itgirlthoughts · 1 year

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Welcome to IT Girl Thoughts

Hey y’all! Welcome to my blog “IT Girl Thoughts”.

The name is simple. This blog will be filled with my thoughts and I’m an IT Girl....so IT Girl Thoughts, duh!

You might see random opinions/thoughts, outfit ideas, celebrity gossip, my dating life, pictures of me, travel tips, random aesthetically pleasing pictures, mental health topics, self care vibes, work stories... sh*t, my grocery list LOL anything I may think about.

So enjoy the ride!

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Want some quick fact about me?

Name: Taylor Havana S.

Age: 26

From: Philly/Jersey (born in jersey but philly made me type thing) but I currently live in Florida (been here since July 2021)

Relationship status: $ingle

Hobbies: Watching tv, traveling, roller skating, and cooking

Career: I am currently a teacher but I do not want to do it for long. I hope to be a social media coordinator, radio host or be lucky and get rich off a viral TikTok lol

Fave apps right now: Instagram and TikTok

#newpage #blog #blackgirlsrock #black girls icons #itgirlthoughts #womensblog #selfcare

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l0rd-0f-c0ws · 3 years

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you might've already talked about them but I'm new here so I haven't seen it (also I think you asked me the same thing on my old sideblog lmao) but WHAT ARE YOUR 2012 CASEY JONES HCS >:)??

AHHHHHHHHH HI!!! THAT WAS ME YESSSS!!!!!!!!!!

I'm going to have to put this under the cut because it is quite long

This mf is Trans for sure, my personal hc is specifically trans femme enby (she/they Casey supremacy)(also those are the pronouns I'm gonna use in the rest of this), but trans masc Casey is also very good

She is bi ace and polyam and dating April and Donatello and very happy about it :)

She had a lot of internalize shit that they both helped her through and she was always there to lend an ear when they needed it

During the farmhouse arc is when they first came to terms with the fact that they are bi and it slowly dawned on them how much they had in common

From there it turned more into a crush after they started hanging out more

Casey had started questioning her gender after her and April switched bodies, but it wasn't until after the farmhouse arc that she started to research what that could mean and find the words that really fit her

I hc she REALLY likes plants and stuff but that is something she keeps Very secret

She got her love of botany from her mom who had been working to get verified as a master gardener

(I'm definitely not projecting directly with my life with that one, my mom is 100% not the reason I like plants....)

And because I do this with every character that I like, their from philly <3

Her family moved to New York a bit after her mom died

Their dad isn't a terrible dad, but has a lot of fucked up shit that he forced onto Casey without realizing and I think after Casey came out to him, he started working through it

She really likes kids and taking care of them, which stemmed from her taking care of her sister a lot as a kid

She lost her teeth after she tried roller skating for the first time and face planted straight into the pavement

She was really embarrassed about it for a long time and felt really weird about open mouth smiling, but when she started watching hockey and stuff and seeing how cool these guys were and they lost teeth too? She felt a lot more confident it

Her and her dad bond over hockey stuff :)

Because of my philly hc I can make it so she goes to my local rock camp for girls and gender expansive folks because I love it there and I want to write a fic where her and April go to the event they just had that I went to because I had so much fun there :)

Casey would play the bass and sing (much to most people's surprise, they're a pretty good singer)

I don't really have anything else right now cuz it will just end up with me doxxing myself with my projections

#tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #2012 tmnt #2012 casey jones #casey jones2012 #2012 casey #tmnt casey jones #casey jones #i love her #any character i love instantly becomes from philly because i just want to make all the characters i love go to my local park and have fun <

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nerianasims · 3 years

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Billboard #1s 1976

Under the cut.

Bay City Rollers – “Saturday Night” -- January 3, 1976

They prove they can spell Saturday a lot. Anyway, he's going out to dance with his girl on Saturday night. The song is bouncy to a fault -- I feel like the repetitive, samey beat is following one of those balls the mind-controlled kids bounced in A Wrinkle in Time. It sounds like a cheerleading chant. Something to do aerobics to, not to dance to.

C.W. McCall – “Convoy” -- January 10, 1976

So, besides the cb radio fad, 1976 was also the year of the OPEC oil crisis and basically, it seems the reason truckers became folk heroes evading The Man in popular consciousness had its roots in international relations. Anyway, it's a baritone story song, but about truckers instead of cowboys. I like the verse, "Well, we shot the line and we went for broke/ With a thousand screamin' trucks/ An' eleven long-haired Friends o' Jesus/ In a chartreuse micro-bus." It's a silly song with a lot of trucker lingo (or fake trucker lingo, idk), and I don't exactly dislike it, but I'm not gonna listen to it again either.

Barry Manilow – “I Write The Songs” -- January 17, 1976

It's obvious from the first lines "I've been alive forever/ And I wrote the very first songs" that Barry's not singing about himself. It turns out "music" wrote the all the songs. Except that's obnoxious too. People wrote the songs. Also possibly birds, but definitely people. And it's musical goo.

Diana Ross – “Theme From Mahogany (Do You Know Where You’re Going To)” -- January 24, 1976

It's a song about regretting letting an ex go, and probably more. There's a ton of orchestration that sounds like it belongs in a lightweight movie, and Diana Ross doesn't put much emotion into it. It is a thoughtful song, rather than one calling for melodrama, but I would like to hear some emotion here, and I am not getting it. A trifle light as air.

Ohio Players – “Love Rollercoaster” -- January 31, 1976

It's a funk/disco thing. I've listened to it three times trying to get anything from it at all. The lyrics are dumb, asserting love is like this or that amusement park experience. I'd think "love rollercoaster" would be about how there are huge highs and terrifying lows, but it's not. It's horribly repetitive. I guess it's danceable. But I find it dull.

Paul Simon – “50 Ways To Leave Your Lover” -- February 7, 1976

I love how pared down this song is. It's sort of funky, without all the funk orchestration. The simple drums are the main focus. The melody's also simple, without being dull. And the lyrics aren't complex; a woman is encouraging the narrator to leave his official lover for her. "Just get yourself free." But she's doing it so very nicely -- "I wish there were something I could do to make you smile again." Not that the song expects us to believe she or the narrator actually are nice. Or that it's really all that easy to leave your lover. But it doesn't tell you what to think about the situation either. An excellent song.

Rhythm Heritage – “Theme From S.W.A.T.“ -- February 28, 1976

Apparently, there was a TV show about S.W.A.T., and this was its instrumental theme song. Which is exactly what it sounds like. Not a good TV theme either. I looked up 1976 shows, and here are some shows with better TV themes from that year: Charlie's Angels, Alice, M*A*S*H, Happy Days (which surprisingly only hit #5), All in the Family, Barney Miller, Welcome Back Kotter (which hit #1 later), The Jeffersons (that Movin' On Up doesn't seem to have been a hit is shocking), The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Sanford and Son, The Bob Newhart Show... look, all of them. All shows in 1976 that I can find had better theme songs than S.W.A.T., often to a staggering degree. But songs don't reach #1 for being good. Still, usually I can hazard a reason for them. I can't for this one.

The Four Seasons – “December, 1963 (Oh, What A Night)” -- March 13, 1976

It's about the narrator getting laid for the first time. He didn't even know the name of the woman, which completely undercuts anything happy or fun about this song for me, and makes it icky. At least it's not falsetto. I wasn't born when it came out, yet it was overplayed on the oldies stations in the 90s so much that I developed a deep and abiding hatred for it.

Johnnie Taylor – “Disco Lady” -- April 3, 1976

This is a song about disco that isn't a disco song. As such, it confuses me. It's kind of a mild funk/soul song, and it's about how turned on this guy is watching a woman disco. Johnnie Taylor can definitely sing, and I'd like to hear some more traditional soul/jazz stuff from him. This isn't doing it for me.

The Bellamy Brothers – “Let Your Love Flow” -- May 1, 1976

I saw the title and immediately the song shoved itself into my head. It's such a mellow song, but the hook is still monstrous. The song is about how it's the season for love, so grab your lover and "let your love flow." It's one of many 70s songs about sex that sounds like it could be a song about how pretty trees are. It kind of is about how pretty trees are too. I rather like it.

John Sebastian – “Welcome Back” -- May 8, 1976

Welcome Back, Kotter was not on Nick at Nite or WGN or anything else that ran old TV shows when I was watching TV (rather than the internet), so I've never seen it. The theme song lays it all out -- someone moves back to his old neighborhood, where they need him. As TV theme songs go, it's fine. Just fine, though. When "Movin' On Up" and "Love Is All Around" were also theme songs for TV shows in 1976, why this one? The rewards of mediocrity I guess.

The Sylvers – “Boogie Fever” -- May 15, 1976

It's literal. You come in contact with someone who can't stop boogie-ing, and you will catch the Boogie Fever yourself. Listening to the song will certainly make you want to boogie, unless you are immune. A fun dance song, and I wouldn't be surprised if Tik-Tok made it a hit again in the next year.

Wings – “Silly Love Songs” -- May 22, 1976

"Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs / What’s wrong with that?" Nothing. Paul even emphasizes something important in it: "Love isn't silly at all." Still, I can't say it's one of my favorites. I get tired of it about halfway through, and it's a long song. A silly love song shouldn't be nearly 6 minutes long.

Diana Ross – “Love Hangover” -- May 29, 1976

It starts with Diana Ross making sex sounds that I find embarrassing. Then she goes into singing about how she doesn't want to get over "the sweetest love hangover", and a minute and a half in it becomes a disco song. I find the entire thing irritating.

Starland Vocal Band – “Afternoon Delight” -- July 10, 1976

"Afternoon delight" is sex, but these doofuses may as well be singing about tea and scones for all the excitement this song has. It still doesn't deserve the hatred it's gotten. But it's not good either. The number of sexless sex songs in the 70s is just... ugh.

The Manhattans – “Kiss And Say Goodbye” -- July 24, 1976

He has to break up with the person he's been cheating with. It's an achingly sad Philly soul song. It also manages to be way sexier than the vast majority of 70s sex songs. Real emotion (or the ability to fake real emotion) does a lot, as does being able to sing like this. And beautiful backing music. It's so sad, and so good.

Elton John & Kiki Dee – “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” -- August 7, 1976

This song isn't mutual. Elton John's the one who sings "don't go breaking my heart," and Kiki Dee's the one singing "I won't go breaking your heart." It is all and entirely and completely about the male character's feelings. Of course it's an Elton John song so I wouldn't like it anyway, but I really don't like this one, especially because it still gets airplay.

Bee Gees – “You Should Be Dancing” -- September 4, 1976

I hate the Bee Gees. Not on a personal level -- as far as I know they're perfectly decent people -- but their music. And I have a particular hatred for Barry Gibb's voice. His horrible falsetto has caused me immense pain in my life. If I should be dancing, then they need to shut up and sit down and let a band that I can dance to take the stage. As it is, I feel like a dog during the 4th of July; I just want to hide under a bed.

KC & The Sunshine Band – “(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty” -- September 11, 1976

Here's a command to dance that I can get behind. Or that my behind can get behind. Again, a great song for dancing but not for listening to from KC & The Sunshine Band.

Wild Cherry – “Play That Funky Music” -- September 18, 1976

Good for both dancing and listening. How you can listen and not get into that funk groove even when sitting, though, I don't know. Play that funky music till you die.

Walter Murphy & The Big Apple Band – “A Fifth Of Beethoven” -- October 9, 1976

This was the #1 hit the week I was born. It's a good one for me; it's by a guy who loved classical music enough to write contemporary music based on it. Whenever I'm faced with questions about what kind of music is my favorite, my answer is "the good kind." Anyway, this is a fun song.

Rick Dees And His Cast Of Idiots – “Disco Duck (Part 1)” -- October 16, 1976

Billboard used to base their hit songs on calling record stores and asking what was selling. I think that's how this stupid, stupid song reached number one. I think it was a prank by a bunch of stoned college kids who co-ordinated it over cb radio or something. It's about a duck. Who discos. With an obnoxious voice and obnoxious music. It's by a radio dj, and is as painfully unfunny as radio djs usually are.

Chicago – “If You Leave Me Now” -- October 23, 1976

This song makes me have a weird reaction. It gives me the warm, comfortable fuzzies, and makes me want to sleep. That last part might not be too surprising, as it is a soft song, but to me it is very much more than that. I have always had trouble sleeping at night, since birth. My parents hit on putting me into the car and driving around with soft music playing to get me to go lights out. I need to ask them if they played Chicago during that. I can't think of any other reason for my hindbrain association with this szzzzzzz....

Steve Miller Band – “Rock’n Me” -- November 6, 1976

Good bar rock, since it's the Steve Miller Band. Lyrically, it's also more complex than most of its genre. At first, he sings "I got to please my sweet baby, yeah." Then he starts singing about all the places he's been, including "Northern California where the girls are warm." And then "Babe, you know you are a friend of mine/ And you know that it's true/ That all the things that I do/ Are gonna come back to you in your sweet time." Well then. I can totally see @katatty's Duncan Huckleberry singing this song. And getting away with everything. It's a fun song, though (because?) the narrator is likely a dirtbag.

Rod Stewart – “Tonight’s The Night (Gonna Be Alright)” -- November 13, 1976

It's a sex song, and it is hugely skeevy. "Don't deny your man's desire/ You’d be a fool to stop this tide / Spread your wings and let me come inside." No, asshole, cover it up if you want to come near. And how about if you want her, you care something about her desire? This was a huge hit from a huge star, but I have never heard it until now. Ugh. I need to shower, this is gross. Also I hope whoever he's singing to is packing mace.

BEST OF 1976 -- "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover." I don't even think it's an amazing song, just a very good one, but the 1976 #1s don't leave me much to work with. Fleetwood Mac released some singles, but people wanted "Disco Duck" rather than "Over My Head." Tons of great music has survived from 1976, but most of it is not on this list. WORST OF 1976 -- "Tonight's the Night (Gonna Be Alright)". "Disco Duck" is stupid, but it doesn't make my skin crawl.

#billboard number ones

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Happy Storyteller Saturday! What are your OCs typical day to day outfit? What does their idea of dressing up look like? Do any of them have a “signature” clothing item that they wear often (like jewelry, shoes, etc)? What is fashion/clothing like in your wip? -stuffaboutwriting

Thank you @stuffaboutwriting and to you too!

This is a really great question because The Five Senses is the first WIP of mine where I can really explore fashion since I decided to settle it in the steam punk genre. I don’t have much experience in describing clothes and I already find it very hard, but here we go!

Ilona wears beige trousers, a white blouse and brown west along with a tie. That’s just what all gifted people from her Circle have to wear. Of course she also always has to wear her gloves! Imagine her forgetting her gloves! And then accidentally touching her best friend! So he loses his soul! That would be! Bad!

Konrad is still wearing his uniform. It is quite useful to have one in order to hide among the masses. It’s dark green and very run down (he really needs to change!)

Phillis ditched his uniform along time ago and now holds on to the scraps the world has to offer. It’s just a plain shirt and trousers, it’s dirty and smells. Equally to Ilona, he wears a blindfold that is transparent enough to see silhouettes through, but not his eyes. I should really let him get some better clothes in the next chapters!

Cassandra is a skater girl! Where is this coming from? I don’t know! But you bet she’s on roller skates all the time and her flashy clothes are only made more obnoxious by her red hair! She wears grey tights, a blue skirt, a pink blouse with a lot - and I mean A LOT - of frill.

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Emotional Roller-Coaster This Week

So, the last eight days have been an absolute whirlwind. Some really great things happened. Some really bad things happened. I’m kinda still reeling. I had some big firsts, and spent some time with great friends, had some real catharsis. I also fell further into depression than I have in a long, long time, and, oh yeah, got diagnosed with a chronic illness.

I need to get this all off my chest, cause I’m drowning. Join me?

Before we start, there’s two things you need to know about me. Both are things I’ve mentioned in bits and pieces on here, but here’s the full story:

1. Three months ago I had shoulder surgery to repair a torn labrum (I technically tore it when I dislocated my arm in high school, and it’s been popping out on me once every other year or so ever since, but my most recent [and now final] dislocation was very bad and sent me right to the doctor). I spent about two weeks out of work, just sitting at home on the couch in a sling. The pain wasn’t great, but it was worse mentally: I put on a couple pounds and immediately started to feel terrible about myself, and being stuck at home when I wanted to be out there, doing stuff with friends or with guys or to reach a point where I can move out, felt terrible. I wasn’t in a great headspace for a long time. As of now I have about 95% of my arm function back, and am fully healed, just trying to get back the last of my range of motion and gradually increase back to my old strength threshold.

2. This one is a bit more complicated. I’ve talked a lot here about how I grew up in a cult, but I never went into further detail. Well, here we go: I was a J*hovah’s W*tness. (I’m censoring this because I don’t want this showing up in searches) It wasn’t something I would have ever chose for myself, but when you’re born into it, you’re pretty heavily indoctrinated -- I thought it was the gospel truth despite having many reasons not to. They’re a very homophobic organization, so growing up in it wrecked my self esteem. My entire childhood and time as a teenager I thought I was worthless and doomed, destined for eternal destruction. I was often suicidal. When I was about 18 or 19 the cult printed an article “clarifying” their view on homosexuality, and said they recognized that some people are just naturally attracted to the same gender and as long as they don’t act on it they’re still “acceptable” to God. It’s dangerous bullshit that makes me so angry now, but as a brainwashed, suicidal teenager, it felt like the only chance I had to live a worthwhile life, so I got baptized into the religion, which is the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life, because once you’re a baptized member of the cult, if you leave you’ll be shunned by everyone you’ve ever known. Your own parents will treat you as if you’re dead. I was very zealous for a year or two before realizing that I just couldn’t do it anymore, but it’s taken me nearly ten years to fully wake up from the indoctrination, read information from outside religions, scientists, and former members who have left. Currently I still live with my family and have to pretend to still believe (because the moment I don’t they’ll kick me out on the street), and am on the cusp of two promotions at work. As soon as those go through, I should be able to save money to move out, which I wanna do before the summer, and then I’ll be completely free.

Okay, the rollercoaster week itself:

Pre-Monday: For about a week, a week and a half before this all started, I’d been experiencing some pain in my side that was making it hard to sit up for long periods of time. This normally would’ve been a major red flag, but thanks to the shoulder surgery, I’d been having random back pains off and on recently anyway. I assumed it was related to me overcompensating for the shoulder and left it alone. Big mistake.

Monday: So one of my promotions at work involves a coaching center we’re launching. We were supposed to do our first presentation last Monday, and when my boss showed up for it, everything fell apart. It wasn’t totally my fault -- the general condition of the office itself wasn’t up to par, and the boss recognized that there wasn’t much I could do about that -- but a lot was, and I spent all week trying to fix things and get them running, and running into one major roadblock and frustration after another. We’re finally doing the presentation today, but it technically still isn’t 100% fixed. Work has been a major, major source of stress all week. I don’t think I’ll mention it again because there’s not much more to it than what I’ve listed here, but remember that it’s hanging over my head all week.

Monday night I was invited to a birthday party for a friend from my gym. Since the cult doesn’t celebrate holidays, I’d never actually been a birthday party before, complete with cake and singing happy birthday and everything. It was really nice -- even though it was truly just a bunch of guys hanging around a bar watching the Eagles, it still felt like something really special. I also spent about a half an hour in my car before I walked into the bar trying not to hyperventilate. I don’t feel guilty at all as I may have once, but I was still really worried about being seen by someone and my family finding out.

Wednesday: Tuesday was my only truly normal day of the week, and even then, we had my cousin staying with us up until Wednesday, so even then it wasn’t truly normal. We normally have church on Thursday nights (I have to attend so as not to blow my cover, but I tend to stand in the lobby and play on my phone the entire time; it’s a nice chance to catch up on my reading usually), but I had a concert on Thursday I was not going to miss, so I told my parents I was going to a different congregation on Wednesday night, but instead I went to Starbucks and caught up on Crisis on Infinite Earths. It’s...depressing that this is what I’m reduced to, but I was happy that it finally occurred to me to just...lie about it.

When I got home and took off my shirt to change into my pajamas, I noticed a patchy, red rash on my stomach, side, and back, right around the same area I’d been having pain for the last week or two. I’d absolutely never had anything like this happen before, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I crossed my fingers that it was an allergic reaction, put some cortisone cream on it, and decided to wait a couple days to see if anything changed.

Thursday: On Thursday I drove up to Philly after work, and ate a few slices at my favorite pizza place, reading comics, until it was time for the concert. It was a free show from Pkew Pkew Pkew, a band I truly, truly love, and it was one of my favorite shows of the year. Just pure joy. They played for about an hour, but were the opening act, and I don’t care for the headliner (Beach Slang), so I had originally had a few ideas about what I could do afterwards, considering that their set was over by 10 or so. I could go home (coward’s option), I could go to the Barcade. What I really wanted to do was go to a gay bar or club. I’d gone right before my surgery and had a great time, but I’d been avoiding going back (or joining a dating app or anything else) until my arm fully healed because it would very much have gotten in the way of doing anything physical. I was finally in the place where I could use my arm, but now I had that strange mysterious rash, and didn’t think it was right to do anything like that until I’d figured it out/gotten it cleared up. I don’t wanna pass anything on to anybody.

By sheer coincidence, Philly’s Emo Night ended up being this very same night (this one is held once a month), so I ended up heading over there and dancing until 2AM. I got very drunk and had a fantastic time. But there were a lot of couples. There was this girl that kept hitting on me, and then getting pissy when I didn’t reciprocate. There was this extremely hot dude in a Misfits hoodie, and early in the night we were the only two who were dancing, and he gave me a high five that he pulled into a bro hug after the song, which got me all riled up, but I couldn’t work it into anything else haha. And then this group of about four guys or so showed up, dancing all night, very affectionate, cupping each other’s faces when they talked to each other and all that. I’d seen them before and both times thought they might be gay, so I stuck close and was kinda part of their group for the night, which was really really fun. At the end of the night, one of them mentioned their girlfriend, and I reeled way more than I had any right to. I had a fantastic night. I went home feeling very alone.

Friday: Friday was my gym’s Christmas Party, which, much like Monday, was my first ever Christmas Party. I had a really fun time chatting with everyone, eating, watching one friend get drunk, try to jump up on the rings, and get dragged home by his wife. We had rowing contests and the losers had to take shots. But there was one guy there I’ve always had a crush on, a very straight, very married guy, and he was looking extremely hot and was acting extremely funny all night, and it was rough. I went home and dreamed about him all night. I woke up feeling even more alone and frustrated.

Saturday: I was pretty depressed and listless by this point. Feeling really sorry for myself despite all the fun I’d had all week. I had plans to drive up to Asbury Park for an Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties show and I just...really didn’t feel like going. But I drug myself out of bed and made myself go, because you don’t miss the gig. Before the show I wandered around Asbury, basically torturing myself. I wanted to visit a restaurant but had eaten lunch too late and wasn’t hungry. I found a gay club but still had that rash, so I didn’t wanna go in. I ended up standing on the beach, in the dark, finally having a genuine smile as I dodged the waves, but also just thinking about how sometimes Kangaroos just walk into the ocean and...never come back. I was not in a good headspace. I made myself get off the beach.

The show though...damn, that show. Dan played the second Aaron West album, Routine Maintenance, from front to back, and it’s an album about Aaron making the people in his life proud of him, about his friends giving him direction, about finding redemption through being there for his family in their darkest hour. That kind of shit is my kryptonite to begin with, but all I could think about was how all I had ever wanted in my life was to make my family proud, and how I’d never be able to do it, how someday soon they’re just...never gonna talk to me again. I cried twice during the set. And afterwards I got to hug Dan and tell him how much the album fucks me up. It was really cathartic. I felt the cloud start to lift.

Sunday: So Sunday I finally go to the doctor about this fucking rash, which hadn’t gotten any worse but had not gotten any better either. The diagnosis?

I have fucking shingles.

For those who don’t know, shingles is the chicken pox virus. After you’ve had chicken pox it never really leaves your body -- it stores itself away in your nerves. As an adult, it can reemerge as shingles, which begins as an intense pain, then advances into painful rashes on one side of your torso. Without intervention, they can continue to spread and become almost immobilizing. I’m currently on a pill I have to take three times a day for seven days, which will stop the progression of the shingles, and then it will heal up on its own, but it could take a few weeks.

Thankfully, I’m not contagious -- I can only spread the disease if someone has prolonged, direct contact with the rashes. I can be around people, but like I feared, it does rule out sex for a while. The worst part is that shingles as a disease can’t really be healed. The symptoms will go away, but I’ll be susceptible to outbreaks the rest of my life. Fortunately, the doctor made it sound pretty manageable -- the pain in my side, in that exact same spot, will always be my first symptom, so as soon as I feel that I need to get to a doctor and get back on the seven day medication to end the flare-up. It doesn’t sound like shingles flare-ups are super common either -- reading up on it, it looks like most people have, at the most, three outbreaks in their life. But, it’s still a chronic illness, and it’s one that’s very rare to emerge at this young of an age -- this is something you normally get in your fifties or sixties, not your early thirties!

Honestly, I could only laugh. Just my luck, right? I’m so frustrated. My arm’s finally reached the point where I can get back to trying to pursue guys, but nope! the shingles has to postpone it a few more weeks :/

But despite it all, the depression of the rest of the week had mostly lifted. I had processed it. I was feeling better. For a while.

Back in the spring I had joined a subreddit for former members of the cult, which is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, as it let me share my story with people who had been there and understood, and really helped clear out the last remnants of the programming from my brain. Every once in a while different gay Ex cult member will contact me on there, and I’ve struck up a few nice casual friendships. Last week a guy reached out to me on there looking for friends in the same situation as him, and I replied, and on Friday he finally replied back, and we texted each off and on Saturday and Sunday morning. Sunday night, though, we got into a deeper conversation. He’s in his early twenties, and some of the stuff he was asking for advice about made it sound like he was just starting to wake up from the programming and just starting to think about leaving and being gay and everything. Eventually, as we talk more, I find out that that’s not fully the case. He’s jealous of some of the stuff I’ve done that he hasn’t -- going to Pride, going to gay bars -- but unlike me, he’s had a fair amount of sex. Like any closeted Witness, he had to drive into unfamiliar cities to do so, and it’s a strategy I’ve thought of trying but never pulled off.

I dunno, I’m so depressed. I feel like such a failure. I know having sex doesn’t make you a better person, and not having sex doesn’t intrinsically make you a failure. But I feel like this because I want it so badly, because I always have, and I could have been doing it for years, and I’ve been really forced to confront the fact that it’s my own fear that’s been getting in my way all this time. If I’d really tried I could’ve done it by now. If I really tried I probably could’ve moved out and started my new life by now -- I’d probably be dirt broke in an apartment with like eight roommates, but I could’ve done it. I don’t feel like anybody else, including this guy I was chatting with, have been judging me for this, but I’m pretty disgusted with myself, irrational as it may be. I know it’s not true, but I feel like my whole life has been a waste of time. And I’m so fucking sick of it.

So. This is everything I’ve been processing this week. I don’t really know what to do with it. I’ve gotta be patient a little while longer. Keep working on my real estate licensing test so I can make some more money. Wait for the shingles to heal up. Get on Grindr and just, fucking, fuck some dude the moment I’m cleared up.

But fuck, I’m so fucking sick of waiting.

#pivitor

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john travolta, cincinnati rollergirls, roller derby skater profile, soul city sirens

#philly roller girls #roller derby skater profile #emerald city junior gems #naptown roller girls

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blessyourheartdharps · 6 years

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And Then There Were Two || Max&Dani

Who: Max Souza @maxellissouza & Dani Harper

When: Tuesday, 07/24/18 - After 9 pm

Where: The Pub

What: Max and Dani decide to keep drinking after Abel leaves

Notes: alcohol || continuation of Three Mopes At A Pub

Dani huffed and watched him walk out, shaking her head before making a beeline for the bar. She ordered a double shot of Fireball and downed it, before she headed back to the table, her senses still burning. She sighed, picking up the whiskey Max had given her and sipping it. "So, pretty boy, like it?" As much as she wanted to be angry, leave and go home, tear Abel a new one, it wouldn't do them any good, not tonight. They both had things they needed to drown but they needed to do it in different ways. She'd promised herself she wouldn't add to his shit and if this was how she had to do it, then so be it.

Max hesitated, keeping his glass close to his lips. "I... Should we like, go after him? Make sure he gets home okay?" He felt bad, continuing to just sit here and drink while the guy was clearly feeling miserable.

"No, he needs the space. Been going through a lot. This was for me and he doesn't want to fuck that up." She sighed. "Now, I do believe I asked you a question, pretty boy. I do want an answer." She raised her eyebrow at him, trying her best to not give in to the urge to leave and go home. Dani knew Abel needed room to breathe, at least for the night, but she didn't want to give it to him.

Max nodded, deciding not to press the issue. "Like what? The drink? Being called 'pretty boy'? Because yes, and yes." He grinned and took another sip, finishing off the drink. "I'm starting to get all loopy, and it's awesome."

Dani laughed a bit, shaking her head as she sipped the whiskey. "Glad to hear it." She smiled as he finished off the drink. "Now if only my taste in women was as good as my taste in alcohol. Though, I would be careful with those, particularly if you don't want that Rubix cube Uber you were talkin' bout."

"Hey, if you're into strippers at all, I could hook you up with some great ladies. Or, you know, myself, if you're ever interested in experimenting." Max pouted a little at her warning, ordering another drink from a passing waiter. "Ah, I'll be fine, I can always stand outside until a cab comes by, that's the beautiful thing about this city."

"I ain't into anyone right now. I meant what I said, I'm staying away from women, for the foreseeable future. I can't deal with another relationship. And until I get my living situation under control, I ain't lookin for hookups either." She finished the whiskey and ordered an angry orchard, deciding she needed something that wasn't hard liquor. "Still, pretty boys like you gotta be careful, and besides, I sure as fuck ain't lettin you get so bad off you gotta do that. If I gotta order you an Uber, I order you an Uber."

"That's fair. I don't think I could every not hookup, though, I like sex too much." Max shrugged again and took a long sip of his drink. "You'd do that for me? Aw, you're too kind, really. I don't know how I ever lived without you." Max laughed and patted Dani's hand, leaning back in his seat again. "So. Tell me some hot gossip. I feel like I'm at a girl's night out or something."

"I get off well enough with my toys, no need for another person." Dani shrugged a bit, rolling her eyes. "Think it's a southern thing, or maybe I just tell myself that." She laughed a bit and sat back, taking a sip of her drink. "Where you expect me to get gossip from? I ain't been in town long enough. Unless you want stories from the last time I was here."

Max chuckled, spreading his legs out under the table. "Maybe, because people from Philly are mean as fuck. I don't know, just any kind of gossip is good. I could tell you some, but the majority of it is just a long list of guys who want to cheat on their wives with me."

"For a ladies night, we have the worst posture." She commented with a laugh. "I wouldn't know. I ain't got gossip. I got stories, but I ain't got gossip. So either you spill or you accept a story. Though, I'm not even sure if any of em are worth anything to you."

"Yeah, my mom's always telling me I'm going to have terrible back problems when I'm older. But that's a future Max problem." He shrugged, sticking his finger in his drink to mix it. "I'll take a story. Also some nachos." Max looked around for the waiter. "Do you think they have nachos here? "

"Fuckin everything you do in life is gonna fuck your back up. Don't matter what you do, might as well be comfortable." Dani took a sip of her drink, eyeing Max over the rim for a bit. "I have no idea on the nachos, but you could ask?" She thought for a moment, trying to think of what she could possibly tell. "Well, what kind of story would you like? You seemed awfully interested in my love life yesterday. Or there's random stranger stories, or roller derby. Pick your poison."

"You are so right!" Max raised his glass in a mini-toast for Dani's statement. "Do you think I could flirt my way into getting a waiter to go get us some? Like, from a place down the road, if not from here?" He took a sip and shrugged, looking at the waiters to try and figure out which one would most likely be into him. "Love stories. Those are my favorites."

Dani laughed, shaking her head. "You could always try and if not, we go for a walk and get fuckin nachos." She sipped her drink, thinking. "I mean, I only had one girlfriend worth noting. Not saying the others before her weren't nice, but she's the only one I managed to write music about. So I'm not sure what kind of story I even have worth telling, 'cept the break up, really. And that's just depressing."

"You are so smart. So smart and so wise." Max shook his head slowly, in admiration. "You're telling me someone broke your heart? You, Dani? The girl who's so hot that she breaks hearts just by existing?"

Dani shook her head, laughing at his words. "No, I'm just not as drunk as you are." She sighed. "I wasn't who she wanted. At the end of the day, there was someone who held her heart and all I really did was help her along til she realized that. She's made quite a life for herself and I'm happy for her."

Max frowned, shaking his head again. "That's not right. You don't deserve that. And she's probably miserable without you. If i had knew any single lesbians, I'd totally send them your way. But all I know is my cousin Santana, and she's married, so." He shrugged and finished off his drink, slowly standing up. "I'm off to get us some nachos, be right back."

Dani stared at Max, blinking for a bit. How the fuck? What kind of small world bullshit? Granted, she knew way too many people who lived in New York that were from Lima, Ohio but the fact this random, adorable, pretty boy was related to her ex girlfriend, it was a bit much. She didn't really know what to say and found herself simply nodding when he mentioned going to get nachos, suddenly becoming far to interested in her drink.

Max came back a few minutes later, a small plate of nachos in his hands. "Ta-da! Don't ask how I got them, because it's not as interesting as you think." He sat back down across from Dani and nudged the plate towards her. "Okay, you wore me down, they sell them here."

Dani laughed a bit when he returned, shaking her head, still trying to comprehend everything now going through her head. "I figured as much." She leaned forward and set her drink down, picking up a nacho and taking a bite. "So, you ever get around to listening to Stone Cold? Cause if not this story ain't worth anythin."

Max dug into the nachos, giving Dani a confused look. "The ice cream? Wait, no. That's Cold Stone, right?" He smirked and shook his head, wiping his hand on a napkin. "Kidding. Yes, I listened to it. It nearly made me cry, honestly. You're so talented. Like, for real. Not just because I think you're hot."

Dani shook her head, rolling her eyes at his joke, a smirk on her face. "Okay but now I want ice cream, you're a bitch, but we knew that." She laughed a bit, taking another bite of nachos. "Well, that was written about the fact one Santana Lopez broke up with me after a trip back to Lima fuckin Ohio, when she realized she was still in love with her now wife. So... I've got an inkling you aren't the only one in your family that song made emotional. You're also not the only one in your family who can say they've hit on me." She laughed, shaking her head. "Your cousin sure has a thing for blondes..."

Max stared at Dani with wide eyes, as it took way too long for her words to sink in. "No way, that's my cousin's na- ohhh." He winced, feeling awkward. "Shit. Sorry about that. That's really shitty. But you have to admit, my family has great taste, right?" He looked down at the nachos. "But, yeah... sorry."

Dani watched as it all processed through his head, laughing a bit. "Don't be sorry, hun. I got over her a long time a go. Love is fuckin weird and I ain't gonna hold that against anybody. Like I said, I'm happy for her, and her wife, and the life she's built. I ain't got a reason not to be." Dani shrugged. "Y'all really do, even if you don't like whiskey."

Max nodded, chewing on his lip a little. "Do you want to hear an embarrassing story? It might make you feel better."

Dani raised an eyebrow, looking at him carefully. "Not if it'll make you feel worse, darlin. I'm alright, really. Gotta admit, the look on your face was kind of worth it."

"No, that's okay, I'm over it now, and I discovered a passion for something in the process, so..." He shrugged and looked back up at her. "I'm sure it was pretty funny, I know I make goofy faces sometimes."

"Oh? Do tell then." She smiled, taking a sip of her drink and sitting back in her chair again. "Maybe one of these days I'll see more of them."

"If you're lucky." Max chuckled and took another sip. "So. Basically..." He sighed, sitting up a little straighter. "A couple years ago, my friends and I went to Sassy Nights, for one of their birthdays. I got a lap dance from this absolutely gorgeous woman. I fell for her instantly. The next day I came back, and applied for a job to get closer to her, only to find out that she was married." He shrugged and finished his drink. "What are you gonna do?"

Dani rolled her eyes at his comment but said nothing. As he continued she raised her eyebrows, laughing a bit. "And I thought I was a mess. Damn, pretty boy." She finished off her drink and sighed. "I mean, I've fallen for plenty of straight women and done stupid shit to get closer to them, but takes the cake."

Max smiled and pushed his drink aside. "Yeah, it was pretty humiliating. Luckily I moved on, but... it did sting, for a few days there. So, if that makes you feel better, a member of the Lopez family has gotten their heart broken before."

Dani shook her head, laughing. "Not really, but it was a funny story." She looked at her empty glass and scrunched up her face. "We wanna get out of here? I feel like if I'm here much longer I'll just drink until I can't remember my own name and that's far more depressing than I want to be tonight."

Max nodded and stood up, leaving some cash on the table for a tip. "Are you trying to pick me up? Because I don't know how Santana would feel about that." He winked at her and held his arm out. "Come on, I'll be a gentleman and get you home, and not even ask for a goodnight kiss. But, I mean, if you want to give me one anyway, I wouldn't, you know, hate it."

Dani laughed, standing, also tossing some cash onto the table, linking her arm with his. "I'm tryin to make sure a pretty boy gets home safe, is all." She smiled, rolling her eyes. "If you keep talkin pretty I might just give you a kiss on the cheek, but we'll see."

"Uh-huh, sure." Max teased Dani, leading her out of the bar. "Then I'll make sure to talk the most beautiful talk you've ever heard, my dear."

She shook her head, laughing, letting Max lead her out of the bar. "We'll see how you do. I'm hard to win. Mind going for a walk? I'm not entirely ready to head home, honestly."

"You can stay over at my place, if you want." Max looked over at her as he walked, or more accurately, stumbled, down the sidewalk. "I have a pull-out couch. I won't try any funny business, promise."

"How far from here you live? Cause I definitely think if anyone is takin anyone home, I'm takin you." She laughed, doing her best to not trip as he stumbled. "Cause pretty boy you are drunk. And I think your cousin's wrath is enough to keep you from even thinkin of it and I can definitely take you on in this state."

"You could take me on if I was fully sober, I think." Max laughed and looked around at the buildings, trying to remember how far they were from his place. "Uh.... like... two miles, I think.”

"This is true." She looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, which direction? Or should we just order an Uber and let them get us there?"

"Uh..." Max pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Uber. But you need to do it for me. Passcode is 1234. And my address is in there under my contact info."

"Alright." She took the phone and, after trying her best to get an approximate location, for where they were, she ordered the Uber and led him over to a wall. "We've got like ten minutes to kill 'fore it gets here, might as well chill for a bit."

Max smirked and stood against the wall, leaning in closer to Dani. "I can do a lot in ten minutes, you know..."

Dani laughed, rolling her eyes. "Being a naughty pretty boy, are you?"

Max chuckled and nodded, leaning away from her again., looking up at the tall buildings. "I feel like now would be a perfect time to smoke a cigarette, but I don't smoke."

Dani laughed, following his gaze. "Yeah, I feel you. I love this city at night, it's so different from Mississippi. The chaos of it all, brings me peace."

"It's not all that different than Philly, though in some ways it is, I guess." Max hummed, closing his eyes. "I wouldn't make it anywhere but a city, I don't think. I'd get too bored."

"Never been, myself so I wouldn't know." She looked down at his phone, keeping an eye on the Uber, just in case it picked up time someplace. "Most people wonder how I thrive in both places. How I can take the city and it's chaos just as well as the slow moving reality of a small town and honestly, I don't know, but I do."

"You're a woman of many talents, Dani." Max glanced over and gave her a small smile. "Adjusting to different climates is just one of them."

"How is it you talk pretty even when you're drunk? It's truly unfair." Dani nudged his shoulder gently with a laugh. "I wouldn't call it a talent. I just know how to work at different speeds. I learned how to channel my energy the right way, is all."

"What can I say? It's one of my talents. Smooth talk and the ability to move our hips in ways that are pleasing to the eye are just two things that members of my family are born with." Max's smile grew, bumping his shoulder back against hers.

Dani laughed, shaking her head, looking down at Max's phone in her hand. "I'm fully aware of this. And the Uber is almost here. Should be here any second." She looked towards the street, just as a car matching the description on Uber showed up. "Speak of the devil."

#alcohol tw #eventwhatif #parawhatif #i: max souza #p: max souza #p: 004 #p: all

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New ask for Philly

Which parent do they look the most like?

She’s a pretty good mix of both her parents. She got her eyes from her dad, nose from her mom, and her skin is a mix of the two. Each of her parents like to say she looks more like them, but if Philly had to give a definite answer, she got the softer features from her dad.

Is there a name they were almost given (either by their parents or during character creation)?

Her parents wanted to name her something Greek to show some of the Library’s roots, and Philomena meets “friend of strength” and overall “friend, lover” and wanted to show their daughter that she would be the one that would become a hero and friend of the world.

What were they like as a kid (if they’re currently a child, what would they be like as a teen)?

Contrary to popular belief, Philly wasn’t always the posh put together person that she appears to be. She was a rambunctious kid who liked seeing what places she could play hide and seek (because lbr she’s an expert at it) and liked playing games with her friends and parents. It wasn’t until that she became Ezra’s mentor that she started becoming the Philly we all know and love.

What’s their drinking tolerance and what kind of drunk are they?

Philly has an exceptionally low drinking tolerance, which is why she never drinks in front of people. At like two drinks, she’s a cuddly drunk but just self-aware enough that she doesn’t cuddle with anyone without them first asking if she wants to. So at that point she’ll just hug a pillow.

Where do they like to be touched?

Will someone please put their hand on this girl’s shoulder and tell her they’re proud of her. She looks up to authority (mostly because said authority is her parents, mentor, and former best friend’s mom) like no other and just wants to have a comforting hand on her.

In terms of sexual/romantic touches, she loves exploration and having her partner touch all of her body including and especially her tiddies.

What’s their favorite position (top/bottom/switch/pillow princess/etc.)

True switch. She’s only had really one sexual partner so far, but given that both are extremely versatile, she’s loves being both the one in control and giving commands and also just letting someone taking all the decisions out of her hands for a while.

What are their kinks?

Big into rope both for her and her partner (if they’re also into it), When she’s topping, she loves pegging (and actually did it invisible a couple times), a little bit of exhibitionism, very into teasing and edging, and like everything else she’s found out from her brief relationship with Clark, temperature play.

How do they feel about adrenaline (roller coasters, extreme sports, etc.)?

Philly doesn’t seek it out necessarily, but she’s not afraid of it. The few times she’s left the Library with the kids for excursions and they found themselves at an amusement park, she’ll go on rides with Ezra, but if something gets a little bit too scary for her, she runs the risk of glitching out.

What is their fight or flight response?

She fluctuates between fight and freeze. She’s pretty good at fighting back when she needs to and has fast reflexes, but when it comes to something that involves emotional issues, she will freeze and start to glitch and usually needs help to come out of it.

What’s their pain tolerance?

Philly likes to say she has a high pain tolerance, and she’s been able to build it up after almost ten years of training, but especially with her power, she tends to be a little weaker than others and focuses more on being fast than hardy. But she has trained herself to ignore the pain and keep working through it.

What character archetype are they the most like (the Innocent, the Hero, etc.)

Heavy is the head the wears the crown, she is The Ruler. She doesn’t want to necessarily, but she is responsible for everyone and she is going to do her very best to make sure that no one gets hurt under her watch.

What TV-Tropes trope would they be?

The Defrosting Ice Queen. When the squad arrives at the Library, she has many stressors and is emotionally closed off, but as people start being nice to her and being her friend and convince her that she doesn’t have to have the world on her shoulders, she can start to relax and love and smile again.

What John Mulaney quote/bit do they most embody?

“My wife Team Leader’s a bitch and I like her so much!”

With the exception of love interests and immediate family, who are they closest to?

Since Hera never becomes a love interest for her and Ezra’s her sonboy, it would be Hera. Hera definitely drives her up the wall sometimes because of her (arguably manipulative methods) but she appreciates that at the end of the day, Hera cares about her.

What is their moral alignment? What would have to happen for it to shift?

She is the Lawful Good that everyone needs but not everyone necessarily likes. She knows that you need authority to have a central leadership but that leadership is only as good as its followers. She is not authority for the sake of authority, she is an authority person(s) should exist to help those they lead and if they are not doing their job, the system must change. Once she gets a little more disillusioned in the organization (or the team) she gave so much of her life to, she might slide into Neutral Good. But she does care about her team so much. Even if they don’t see it.

Are they a morning person? What are they like before 8am?

Philly is not necessarily a morning person and is just a hint more snappy before 8, but she wakes up everyday at 5 to start her day. So whether she likes it or not, she became a morning person.

What are they like when they’re tired?

Philly doesn’t get tired, she gets results. (In all seriousness, she just gets more withdrawn and is prone to glitching spells until someone forces her to sleep).

What are they like in arguments?

Philly has two modes in arguments: either she thinks your feedback is valid or it isn’t. If she thinks its valid, she will listen, albeit be a little exasperated, but if she thinks that your feedback is stupid, she will either go invisible and just walk away or stand there for the amount of time you’re talking and then say “are you finished being an idiot because some people have work to do.”

What is their dominant hand?

Left

Out of 10, how happy are they? How happy do they think they are?

Philly has had an entire sect of an organization on her shoulders since she was around eleven years old. She recently had her not-a-boyfriend abandon her without a goodbye, and she’s stuck with people who hate her. She’s doing at a rough 6/10. And she’s not deluding herself that she’s happier than she is, but she is taking the responsibility head on.

#imaturtlebug #Philomena Buhari #my characters #Library of Alexandria campaign

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