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itsclydebitches · 11 months

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Thinking today about how much fun a Tedependent fic from Mae's perspective could be:

Verbally cutting, diehard Richmond fan—to the point of kicking others out of her pub; her loyalty outweighs profits and that's sAYING SOMETHING—Mae has been following Trent's writing for years. She approves of his single-minded devotion and take-no-shit style.

He's shown up at the pub once or twice, usually to get a feel for the community after a match so he can do a better write-up. Mae always treats him like a minor celebrity. Trent mentioned her in an article once and you know that's now in a gold frame over the bar.

She's one of the first to notice his demeanor change during the press conferences. The camera rarely ever cuts to the press, but she can hear the difference in how he asks questions now. The soft, awe-like, “Would you care to comment?” is a damn bit different from, “Is this a fucking joke?”

Mae, who is an avid trashy romance reader and has secretly always dreamed of pulling off some epic matchmaking: “HMMM 👀"

By this point she’s incredibly fond of Ted (dragging him for losses is her love language, okay) and it’s definitely a coincidence that Trent is showing up at the pub more each month than he has in the last ten years combined.

The Trio mutters darkly one night about how their cutthroat journo has gone soft and Mae dumps a pitcher of beer over their heads. Then she makes them clean it up. Then she makes them pay for it. Then she explains what they’ve clearly been too blind to see and they are SOLD. Holy shit, Trent Crimm and the American gaffer?? Best hookup of the century, how can they help?

The very next night Ted is moping (from Mae’s perspective) and Trent is awkwardly avoiding a kiss from some stringbean with a mustache. This isn’t just a matter of wanting to be involved now, this disaster duo needs them.

Except soon after Trent publishes his article on Ted’s panic attacks and HO BOY DOES THAT GO OVER WELL /S

He’s banned from the pub. The Trio yells at him on the street like they once yelled at Ted. Ted literally has to beg Mae to forgive him and Trent delivers a homemade strawberry pie, her favorite, to try and smooth things over.

(Everyone knows Ted baked the pie, but Mae’s willingness to go along with the ruse is proof that Trent is back in her good graces.)

It also helps that Trent showed up drunk as a skunk an hour after closing one night, reeling from the fact that he’s a) gay, b) getting a divorce, c) just blew up his twenty year career, d) has incredibly few prospects and a young child to care for, and e) is madly in love with a sunshine golden retriever who’s probably straight. Dressed in her nightgown and spitting fire, Mae forces a pitcher of water down his throat, calls him an Uber, and talks his ear off about how stupid he’s been until it arrives. Trent doesn’t remember anything past the second bar he hit that night, but a small, seemingly subconscious idea sticks with him: why not write a book about Ted Richmond?

So it’s Season Three. Trent is slowly being pulled into the Richmond family orbit. Ted is slowly inching towards Total Football and the culmination of all his work here. They’re dancing around each other, getting closer, but never close, and Mae sees it all unfolding in her pub, on the screen, and through the Richmond grapevine.

She and The Trio decide that It’s Time. Operation Mustache/Hair (Paul had to explain to the others what shipping was) is a go.

Let the shenanigans begin!

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Mae (Ted Lasso)#Tedependent #Ted/Trent

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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PLS can I request! I really love ur fics💓💓 can I request Trent going on a date with very shy reader and he finds it kinda cute but then she starts to speak up as they get to know eachother? pls pls pls pls pls !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DEAREST : trent alexander-arnold x reader

note: match games don't necessarily align with what happens in real life so you can ignore that 💀 we're trying to be on the good vibes here so ofc liverpool wins 😤 + tried a different writing style with this one. thank you so much to anon for requesting! i know this took me a while to post so i would like to apologize for that and i feel like the outcome isn't what you exactly asked for but here it is 😭 i’m still in a writing slump but i’m starting to push myself to write again at the very least wskdbsjsj

You're very adorable, Trent thinks so as he stares at you from across the table during your first date.

You can’t look him in the eye properly, let alone hold a conversation without stuttering over your words. But Trent thinks that it's okay. It's very cute of you. He doesn't mind that so long as you're not actually intimidated by him.

Trent knows that he can come off as deadpan most of the time. With a face that looks like everything had left him, like he's not happy and enjoying although that's just how his face really is. He's not bothered by that but he is concerned that you're terrified of him in reality. That's something that he can't live by.

But your second date comes by and although the situation with you being unable to look at him properly without stumbling over your sentences wasn't entirely fixed, Trent at least knows that you like him the same because if that's not the case, then why would you agree to a second date with him. Right?

During that, you with your best tries to explain why you can't withhold conversations with him without your stuttering, or how you get so flustered easily by a single glance at Trent.

He almost laughs at your explanation, but kept himself from doing so because he doesn't want to come off as obnoxious; even though his supposed laugh is the embodiment of how much he wanted to cuddle you right then and there for being so adorable.

“I-I know you already notice that I-I you know... st-stutter a lot during conversations and I j-just uh want to apologize for that I swear to you I uh I uhm I’m not like this every time... it's just you're-you’re very gorgeous and I just feel flustered whenever I look directly at youㅡplease don’t smile or I’ll literally pass out right here-”

Trent nods his head understandingly but the smile on his lips doesn't fade. Not even until three days after your second date.

The third date came easily after that, a week right after the second date which was prompted by you asking the scouser for an Italian dinner night over at yours. And Trent of course doesn't let the opportunity pass to get to know you better.

The dinner, although you've told him that you'll prepare everything for your three course meal, was cooked with his help, hence reducing the prepping for a shorter amount of time than what would it have been had you not let Trent helped.

The conversation during that dinner went a lot more smoothly. He can't exactly tell what changed but he assumed that maybe it's because of the light banter and jokes being exchanged while cooking for your dinner date.

You managed to look at him in the eye for more than 20 seconds, a relevant and significant observation for Trent, and you countered his playful jabs with your own and even responded with a few sarcastic quips that Trent knew were something out of your zone. He appreciated the invite for the dinner date but he appreciated that you're learning to warm up to him more, most of all.

Third time’s a charm some may say, and Trent thinks so too because as your fourth date came by, he couldn't have been more surprised to hear you initiate conversations with him ranging from topics about your Uni to the latest gossip in your friend group that definitely piqued Trent’s interest. He was amused, enticed and hooked all at the same time as you rambled on how your week had gone sour due to a conflict within your friends.

He had offered some of his remarks that almost immediately you entertained, mainly agreeing with his points of what should have been done as you nod your head accordingly to his words.

Fifth date came by easily as it was initiated and Trent couldn't have been more excited to see you a week after the last date.

You were supposed to meet up over coffee three days after the fourth date ended but unfortunately, you had some things going on at Uni that occupied your schedule for two entire days. Hence why when you told Trent about a specific vacant date in your calendar (which fortunately and coincidentally aligned with one of his games), he had immediately asked for you to come visit Anfield to watch their football game live.

You certainly did not receive a package that exact afternoon after Trent had asked you to come watch their game in the mail. It was a football kit, Trent’s kit to be exact with a hand-written letter from the man himself.

Game day comes by and donned your red Liverpool kit, you're sat on the reserved seating arrangement for you and the other family members and friends of the other Liverpool players.

You managed to meet some of the girlfriends and wives of Trent’s teammates and was even invited in a coffee date out with some of them the very next week. You proceeded to watch the entire game with them after that, clutching on your red scarf the entire time as the play progressed, only letting go of it temporarily during the half time before holding it like your life depended on the fabric when the second half of the match began.

Luckily enough, the game ended on Liverpool’s win. But instead of going home directly, Trent, despite playing nearly the entire game actually asks you if he can come over. Just for the win, you tell him yes as you celebrate their victory by popping a champagne bottle open with some finger snacks you have in store.

What cozy night it should have been became a chaotic one as the both of your drunken state started a dance battle in the middle of your living room before transitioning into a failed attempt at karaoke that woke most of your neighbors.

The next morning after that is spent on your bed with Trent and your raging headaches and hangover; simply put, it was a memorable date night that would be reminisced even five years later as you're both saying your wedding vows in front of your families and friends.

#☆ i4bellingham writes.#☆ trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold fanfiction #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x you

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lfc21 · 1 year

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hi!!

i absolutely loved your last request for me :)

okay so basically some time ago i saw a prompt about single dad!trent and it’s been on my mind ever since!

so can you write something about single dad trent, with the reader being let’s say, liverpool’s physiotherapist or part of the medical team, and trent tends to bring his little one to practice a lot and the reader bonds with them and eventually that makes trent and reader get closer??

so much fluff and cuteness pls ‼️

thank you sooo much!! <333

Fix my daddy

Your job at LFC was possibly the most entertaining yet stressful job in the world. You had been apart of the club since you where 22 and now coming onto your 3rd year - it seemed so far away. Since the day you came everything started to feel right, you where accepted like a family and no matter how many times you tried to leave there was always an extra hour you where at the training centre for. The boys and you connected like none other, some more than others; when Trent announced his arrival of his little girl you had every reason to connect with him more. Trent split up with his ex girlfriend just before the arrival of his baby, since then he relied on you for support when times got hard. At first you thought it was going to be simple - hold her when she was fussy, do her hair or simply make her laugh but as relationships got stronger you seemed to be the one she cried for when she had enough of her dad. Apart of you loved spending time with Trent and her but sometimes you felt guilty, you knew that one day you would have to leave her and that was going to hurt her just as much as it would hurt yourself.

Being a physiotherapist was hard and more often that not you would stand on the cold wet and windy training pitch listening to Klopp tell you about what he made for tea. It was far more stressful on match days, you had a million things to do and not one day went by where it got easier.

"Look over there babe" you heard a Scouse accent softly say behind you. Your head turned to the right back and his mini version of himself. Him and his daughter where inseparable, he named her Skye which was a name he found a love for. When he found about the plans of his very own girl he urged her name to be those very four letters.

"Hello you too! "You cooed as you crouched down to his little one. You had spent all morning wondering when Trent would turn up with her. Every morning you ached to be in his presence and it was killing you even more with his little girl.

"Y/n" her little voice shouted at you as she took her small clumsy feet over to your presence. Your arms wrapped in her embrace as her body seemed to melt into yours. Trent watched from a far as he styled the small pink bag on his arm. You looked up at him with a smile as you gently picked the small girl up.

"I'm guessing that's mine" you announced with a laugh as he passed you over the princess bag.

"Where will you be? In your office?" Trent asked as his hands wondered through his unruly hair. You nodded as you where more bothered about your eyes being locked into his. "Give daddy a kiss" Trent said to her as she gave him a bright grin with joyful eyes.

"Mwah" she shouted with a giggle as she dramatically showed her dad love. You quickly said your goodbyes as you wondered into your office. You and Trent's daughter became very familiar with spending time with one another in your office. Since she was tiny she constantly looked out the large glass window onto the bright green grass. You span round on your chair to meet the little girls body looking out the window.

"Daddy" she said as her small finger pressed against the glass. You chuckled to yourself as you looked for the very same man. "I want to see daddy" she admitted as she rested her hand on yours. Her affection with you was shown more and more everyday. You started to wonder what it would be like with your very own daughter. Would it be the same? Would you get along with her in the same way? Would it be with Trent?

"Y/n" pep shouted from your door in a rush as your head fell from the thoughts that where piling up in your mind.

"Yeah" you answered as you spun back round on your chair.

"We need you out there for a bit" pep said as he signalled to the pitch outside. "Peter has had to leave early and where short staffed" he explained as you started to listen more intently.

"I cant I have this one" you said with a laugh as the little girl sat on the small chair next to you. Her hand was messing with her small Liverpool shorts that she had matching to you. She had become your twin, without you nor Trent realising. Since Trent had her on his own she started to become his little version of you.

"Take her" pep said with a laugh as he ushered you both out the door. Small childlike giggles fell from Skye's mouth as you both ran after peps much larger footsteps.

As soon as you reached the pitch your eyes caught the magnet of the windows to your soul. His hair ran wild as he ran for the flying ball. His body was like a sculpture made from Greek cherubs, you could admire him until the end of time. The beads of sweat fell down his cheek bones as he ran through the herds of people before him. As his body made speed through the thin blades of grass your eyes fell to a blink until his frame came crashing down.

"Trent!" Jordan shouted as he saw the body come plummeting down. Pep and Jurgen's bodies rushed to the scene in a matter of minutes as you watched the scene unfold.

"y/n come here" Jurgen shouted ushering you over. You ran over as you kept the hand of the youngest Alexander - Arnold. What was you to do? you couldn't leave her little self on her own but you needed to help. You took his leg in your hand and you knew it wasn't great, his voice heightened at the touch of your finger tips and his pain started too run through the patterns of his leg. You grabbed his hand as the two men ushered him up onto his feet.

"bring him inside" you ordered as you looked at Trent with his arms grasped onto the two men next to him. Your hand was still grasped with Skye's as she looked up at her weeping father, her eyes grew soft at the sight and she knew this was something way beyond her power.

"Daddy what's wrong?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows and a wobbling lip as she stared at the familiar man in-front of her. Her fathers lips didn't move an inch, he couldn't hear her small worries and pleads as he moved across to the large double doors. Your hand lead her closer to the doors and behind her dad, Skye's lips fell tight shut as she intended to find out what was wrong with her dad. The girls head was so tiny, she was still so young but the love and care she felt for her dad was something no being could ever compare to.

As hours went by and the head doctor tuck charge of Trent's situation the idea of your bed sounded more appealing. Skye's body rested on your knee as her head was fast asleep on your shoulder, you carefully managed your emails as your office door slowly opened up.

"Hello" you heard an ever so familiar scouse accent speak through the cold large office. You looked up carefully as you noticed the large frame in-front of you. You shushed him with a laugh as you looked down at his little daughter resting gently on your body. Trent's eyes where admiring the view in front of him as he saw the two girls he had known to love and want to cherish for the rest of his life.

"hi" you whispered back with a small giggle as you ran your hands through Skye's long hair. "Any updates on your leg?" you asked as you quickly diverted your eyes to the computer screen in front of you and the gentle man to the side of it also.

"I will be out for a couple of weeks but it should be ok?" Trent admitted as he looked down at his leg with a small tight smile. His body walked over to his little girl resting on your body as his hand tickled her small fingers, a little smile creeped up onto her mouth as her eyes opened wide.

"Daddy!" she shouted as she opened her eyes wider and caught glance of the man stood preached in front of her. Trent's mouth turned up into a huge grin as his eyes fell into an addicting glow.

"Hello princess" he replied back as he reached out for her embrace. As soon as her legs wrapped tightly around her dads waist and her arms grasped his neck you quickly logged off you computer and started to make an exit for the day. As you pushed everything into your bag you felt a glance of the mans eyes on your small active body. "do you want me to drive you home?" Trent asked knowing you would normally have to walk home in the poring down rain or gale force winds.

"are you sure?" you asked with furrowed eyebrows "you have Skye with you, she's tired" you added with complete confusion and a weary feeling of the wellbeing of Trent's daughter.

"y/n I wouldn't ask you if I didn't want you to say yes now would I?" He questioned with a laugh as he watched you get up from of your chair. "is that a yes then?" Trent added with an even bigger grin.

"so many questions Trent" you announced with a laugh as you ushered them both out aswell as grabbing skyes small bag.

"Y/n stay with us and daddy" Skye shouted as you walked through the halls.

"I don't know about that little one" Trent replied with a laugh as he let her down as she ran out towards the large exit doors. He stopped in his tracks causing you to loose your walking pattern and look over at his duly lit face.

"What if she is right?" Trent asked as he acknowledged the small girl running around the reception of the training centre.

"Trent" you warned as you didn't think this conversation was best acknowledged in a building full of people getting ready to leave for the night.

This is an imagine i have been working on for a while so i apologise if it is badly written or isn't my best piece. please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated and I read them all! thank you! have an amazing day.

"y/n" Trent warned in the same tone as yourself. "Please, one night" He added with a small smile as your heart dropped. You wanted to but was it for the best. You couldn't understand what would make this situation better but you did also know a night with these two was a night worth memorising forever. As your eyes locked back with his you let out a small smile and just with that he knew he had found his way around you. "Skye! guess who is staying with us tonight?" Trent shouted as he kneeled down and watched the way her eye filled with sparkle and ran around in circles with excitement towards you. this was the start of something, you wanted this to be more than just one night. You, Trent and Skye.

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judes-hoe · 1 month

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dominik with his teenage love, just being fluffy and in love:))<3 (for your blurb requests)

Omg i finally get to write one for domi🤭

You and domi have been dating since a young age, his parents love you and your parents love him. Both of your parents can see how much you love each other so they didn’t really care what you guys did-as long as it wasn’t making babies yet- your parents let you go to every single football match he had as long as his parents would be going. When he moved to Germany you thought you’d have to do long distance but your parents let you go with him knowing he’ll keep you safe, you’ve been with him almost his whole journey. Now he played for Liverpool and is the captain of the Hungary National team. You couldn’t be more proud of your boyfriend. You both are definitely affectionate to each other, it’ll be after a game bad or good and people will catch how domis mood will change with you, it’ll get all soft and loving with you. When he’s injured he deff likes to be lil spoon and have his back rubbed and likes when you baby him. Sometimes when you see a pic of him and Trent together you send it to him and be like ‘you never look at me like that’ or ‘I think you love him more than me’ and he’ll sometimes joke back or tell you he can’t love anyone more than you.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat😁

#dominik szoboszlai #judes-hoe😚#dominik szoboszlai fluff #dominik szoboszlai imagine #dominik szoboszlai blurb

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trentsixtysix · 2 years

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i’m soo happy there’s more trent writers on here ☺️ could you write one where you pick him up from international break and you really missed him etc.. xxx

Missing you

Summary: You cant wait to see Trent after 2 weeks away, spoiling him with a relaxing night and comforting him after the match.

DISCLAIMER: Sorry it's a short one, and I had to add a teeny bit of sad Trent in it! Still not over how he didn't get picked for the squad against Germany :(

Word Count: 1.1k

Fluff

'What you upto?' Said the text on your phone, which you hurriedly went to check after seeing your screen light up, knowing it was from Trent.

You had about 4 days between you to relax before he was away for International break, and it was nowhere near enough, with him leaving immediately for England camp a few weeks ago. It was nearing 12am now, meaning you knew he was about to go to bed, wanting to check in on you one last time.

'Getting ready for bed, wbu?' You responded, switching the TV on in your bedroom for some background noise, feeling lonely without him next to you.

'Can you call?' He asked, which was an irrelevant question as you received the incoming facetime call notification before you could even respond, even though you'd always say yes.

You knew he'd be upset right now, needing comforting as you'd recently heard the news he didn't make it for the squad against Germany, not even as a substitute.

You'd sent him a few messages consoling him before, but had received no response, hoping he would talk to you later.

'Hi baby.' You said, seeing him slumped against his bright white pillow, a smile instantly forming when he saw your face.

'I miss you, when am I seeing you?' You asked, after your boyfriend told you he was planning on attending the match anyway, showing his support - once again reminding you of how big his heart was.

'It's gonna be late, like this time tomorrow, you picking me up from the train station?' He checked, as you confirmed and caught up with the rest of your day with him, rambling about nothing whilst he paid an attentive ear, not fussed that you wouldn't shush, just grateful he had someone there for him right now.

'Ok I'll leave you to get some sleep now.' You giggled, noticing it was almost 2am.

'And remember T...You know how good you are, don't let this put a spike in your confidence.' You added, blowing him a kiss before he told you he loved you and wished you goodnight.

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Match day rolled around, and after a busy day you ran out of time to watch it, falling asleep as soon as you sat on the sofa for a break, benefitting you in the long run as you caught up on some sleep before you had to be awake in a few short hours to collect Trent from the train station.

Before you set off you made sure to cook Trent his favourite, homemade spag bol because you knew he would be hungry, and it was the least you could do to show him he was appreciated.

'I'm outside.' You texted him, waiting for him to meet you in the carpark and for you to see him, a day you'd been waiting for ever since he left.

You had underestimated how much you'd miss him, as you were both normally away a lot for work, but it wasn't until 3 days in that you were wishing he was next to you in bed again, annoying you whilst you tried to study, and begging you to play fifa with him, even if he'd throw a tantrum when you won.

He was still in his England fleece, carrying his single suitcase (which you still couldn't believe fit everything inside) and his phone.

He flashed a large smile when he saw you through the car, his dimples prominent causing you to unlock the door and meet him halfway.

'Baby!' He laughed, engulfing you into his arms as he kissed your head repeatedly.

'Thank God! couldn't cope without you.' You confessed, puckering your lips for him to kiss you.

'Me neither, the boys insist they heard me sleep-talking about you.' He joked, making you ugly laugh as you unlocked the boot for his suitcase, both of you hopping into the car.

The drive home was sweet, due to traffic you had around 45 minutes to joke about and catch up with each other in the car, informing him of the spaghetti you had cooked for him.

'And you didn't burn the house down? Proud of you.' He said, knowing last time the bolognese sauce came out charred after you had forgotten to take it off the heat.

'How you feeling?' You asked him upon entering the house, knowing he was upset on the inside that his football abilities had been questioned.

'It is what it is, all I can do is improve for next time.' He confessed, making you smile as that's what you told him before, happy he was taking your advice.

He watched you as you plated up his food for him, making sure the sauce to pasta ratio was perfect, aware of how it could ruin the whole meal when there was too much sauce.

'Thank you baby, this is what I needed y'know.' He told you, devouring it as you watched the time.

2am.

You ran a bath for him, as he waited in your bedroom, checking his phone for what felt like the 1000th time that night, slightly worrying you as you hadn't seen him this fixated on Twitter since the Champions League final.

'Stop that.' You called, making him look up at you through the bathroom door which was wide open.

'Stop what?' He playfully asked, switching his phone off, even though he knew what you were talking about.

He walked over to you whilst you were sat at the edge of the tub, adding a few more squirts of bubble bath to make it extra foamy for your diva boyfriend, making him smile in adoration for what you did for him, wrapping his arms around your neck gently to cuddle.

'You really shouldn't look at that stuff, only you know your weaknesses.' You told him, watching as he undressed before you, the two of you too tired to initiate anything tonight, simply kissing his cheek as he took in what you said, making your way back into the bedroom to wait for him.

He knew you'd already have dozed off by the time he got out of the bath and showered, with him teasing you all the time about how you could never stay awake in public either, but the sight to see you so peaceful in your bed brought a smile to his face, making him laugh to himself.

You felt him roll into bed next to you shortly after, and although you were asleep, you made sure to turn to him, raising you arms for him to wrap himself around you, the two of you interlocked as you slept contently.

'Thank you Y/n.' He said, kissing your forehead, making you stir, noticing a small smile appear on your half-sleeping face.

'I love you.' He whispered, as you managed to croakily tell him you loved him back, before the two of you were out immediately, exhausted..

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wrestler-smash-or-pass · 5 months

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Weekly Wrap Up - 12/3/23

Top five smashable wrestlers this week:

Julia Hart (Spooky Variant) - 81.9% smash, 277 total votes

Orange Cassidy - 77.1% smash, 354 total votes

Anthony Bowens - 74.8% smash, 214 total votes

Shota Umino - 73.4% smash, 203 total votes

Danhausen - 68.8% smash, 324 total votes

More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...

Bottom five smashable wrestlers this week:

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash, 334 total votes

Kyle O'Reilly - 37.2% smash, 231 total votes

Andy Kaufman - 38.2% smash, 251 total votes

Kane - 41.0% smash, 188 total votes

Andre the Giant - 47.6% smash, 307 total votes

Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)

Orange Cassidy - 354 votes

Chuck Taylor - 334 votes

Vince McMahon - 334 votes

Danhausen - 324 votes

Damien Priest - 318 votes

And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)

Kane - 188 votes

Julia Hart (Cheerleader Variant) - 203 votes

Shota Umino - 203 votes

Anthony Bowens - 214 votes

Kyle O'Reilly - 231 votes

The closest match was Julia Hart (Cheerleader Variant), which was decided by a single votes

Top Five Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Eddie Kingston - 82.8% smash

Julia Hart (Spooky Variant) - 81.9% smash

Orange Cassidy - 77.1% smash

Bottom Five Overall

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash

The Boogeyman - 22.6% smash

Brock Lesnar - 23.2% smash

Doink the Clown - 28.3% smash

Gunther - 29.6% smash

Top Women Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Julia Hart (Spooky Variant) - 81.9% smash

Penelope Ford - 72.9% smash

Aubrey Edwards - 66.1% smash

Top Men Overall

Eddie Kingston - 82.8% smash

Orange Cassidy - 77.1% smash

Anthony Bowens - 74.8% smash

Shota Umino - 73.4% smash

Samoa Joe - 72.1% smash

Thirteen of you are actual sickos who voted smash for Vince McMahon. I NEED to know what is going on inside of your heads. Unless, idk, you thought "smash" implied violence.

Great showing from the Best Friends this week. OC, Danhausen, Trent, and Chuck (and Trent and Chuck together!) join their friend Kris Stat as certified smashes. Though, somehow a threesome with Best Friends the tag team rated higher (66.7%) than Chuck or Trent separately (66.2% and 61.3%, respectively).

You guys definitely prefer House of Black Julia Hart over Varsity Blonds Julia, and who could blame you! She is a powerful combination of scary and beautiful.

I was out at a bar with my husband when the request for Andy Kaufman came in, and I said to him, "Someone just submitted Andy Kaufman??? He didn't wrestle." And my husband replied, "Yeah he did. He called himself the intergender world champion and offered $1000 and his hand in marriage to any woman who could defeat him." So that was a neat history lesson and definitely shed some light on the line "Andy Kaufman in a wrestling match" in the REM song "Man on the Moon," which I'd previously assumed was some kind of weird Michael Stipe metaphor.

I have seen some complaints about the images I've used for some of these wrestlers, and I don't disagree! Anyone who requests a wrestler is encouraged to add a photo to their ask! And since you can't include photos in anonymous asks, if you don't want your username associated with the poll, mention that in your ask and I'll create a separate post for the poll instead of replying to your ask. I did also find a source for photos that isn't just a Google image search, so image thirstiness will improve soon.

And now for some of my favorite tags and comments

@howlinghunters on Best Friends: #These two have always given me#'Someone will die.' 'OF FUN!' vibes

@are-we-really-doing-this on Danhausen: #I’d suck the tattoos off his body

@jennegatron on Chuck Taylor: #I would let chuck awful waffle me (please tell me wtf this means it sounds terrifying)

@jennegatron again on Trent Beretta: #his brain is so smooth#but he's simply so hot

@rosabellebelieve on Orange Cassidy: #make him into pulp

@wrassle-castle on Vince McMahon: #if i fuck him can i also kill him?#cause i'd take that L#for the greater good

@tahiri-veyla on Kane: #the only appropriate smash for this is with a semi

@dm-me-your-weltanschauung on Vince McMahon:

#weekly wrap up

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stormoflina · 6 months

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Domi interview, part 5 (final part)

About loneliness

D: "Whoever says they don't ever feel lonely, is lying. There are moments, when I feel lonely. Sometimes, there are days, when I'm sitting at the sofa, thinking "well, what do i do, they don't [friends] have time, they are not here", I haven't been here that long that I would just say it to somebody let's hang out. In dayslike these, I put on a movie and hope that I can fall asleep quickly and tommorrow can come quicker. There are days like that, they are not easy."

About getting recognized

I: "At the moment, in Liverpool or Manchester, can you just walk down the street [without being recognized]? Back in Hungary, Budapest, it wouldn't really work, I think, to like go to the grocery store?"

D: "It doesn't really work here either. Well, I don't really walk around in Liverpool, because I live in Manchester. only been there once, when I signed the contract, but even back then it was weird, even tho I didn't even play in a match back then. It happens in Manchester, but it's easier there, there are more teams, City, United. A lot of players live here, from Liverpool, Everton, you can get around easier, but you still have to be mindful, they recognize you, watch you."

I: "Is it tiresome, a part of it? Sometimes you must be like, okay, I just want to go to the mall. Can you make that happen, or are you like, I won't go, because it's too much trouble."

D: "There are ways to work it out. We have connections here and there, they can make it easier, more comfortable for us."

About the English press

D: With me, they have been fair so far, so I can't say anything bad about it. I guess, I haven't been here that long to say anything about me, but in time, we will see how it is."

About the Salah-Szoboszlai-Trent triangle

D: "I really like this box-to-box and the rotations we have going on. We all know what to do, we all pay attention to each other, I really like my position."

About his running capacity and speed

Asked if he feels like he always had this speed and runnin capability in him, or it's something new he had developed since joining Liverpool.

D: "I had it Leipzig too, I don't even understand... Speaking of the NT, in the NT, every single match, I get leg cramps. Here [LFC], never. Yet, when I look at the stats, I run much more in LFC, than I do in the NT. At the end of the Everton match, I started sprinting once again (...) But I'm not the only one. If you ask Milos (Milos Kerkez, his hungarian NT teammate, who also plays for Bournemouth), he says the same thing.

Maybe, because the pressure is bigger [in the NT], I'm the captain, I have to pay attention to more things, the others. I try to take the pressure from the others, so they can play more freely, I try to help everyone, so maybe this is why I get cramps. I do everything the same, I eat the same things, vitamins, everything."

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There were some other questions in the end, but they were not that interesting, about stats and stuff, so I left those out. Hope you guys enjoyed it, thanks for all the kind messages you left me!

#dominterview #dominik szoboszlai

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blueaetherr · 2 years

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nepenthe

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!oc (yasmine) [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where she comforts him after a loss

Night falling and cold air moving into the house told Yasmine to close the patio door for the day. But then she didn't, leaning on the door as she let out a sigh. She couldn't upon noticing that Trent was still out there.

There he was. Laying in the outdoor hammock with no remark for anything around him. Having lost a match a few hours earlier, he hadn't been in the mood to speak to anyone. The player never really was in the mood for a discussion after a loss. He wanted to be alone with his grief, to clear his mind and let his thoughts wander—anything to forget about the loss.

And Yasmine respected that, his boundaries. You could give someone space while still being there for them. She knew she wouldn't better the situation by trying to cross them with good intentions. So she waited and waited. And then, now, she didn't.

She cleared her throat, causing Trent to turn away from the sky. Yasmine let her face perk out with a smile, folding her arms to cover herself more with her cardigan. It was that late breeze that always got to her. "Is there still space for me to join?"

Trent thought for a moment, his gaze never leaving Yasmine. Then, of course, he gave in. He opened up his arms. "Always." He let out a small laugh when she got excited about getting in. It took some time, but eventually, Yasmine and Trent got settled. They always did.

Together, cuddled up in the hammock—close in company—the two watched the day fade out before their eyes, the night slowly but surely washing over them. The sound of stray animals soon retired for the day, a moment of silence embracing the young couple for their own comfort.

The hammock, over time, became a safe space. For Trent, for Yasmine; for Trent and Yasmine. It was a space that was silent and hollow and patient for all. When a problem arose in the relationship, when something wasn't going right for Trent in training, whenever Yasmine faced hardship at school, it was the place to go; really, the place you wanted to enter and never leave. Who knew you could find so much comfort in a boundless chair?

And today, it was Trent who needed that comfort.

Trent strung in a breath, burying his nose into her neck. "I really wanted to win that match you know." Yasmine could feel the disappointment in him. There was so much of it, so much for one single person to carry by themself; so much that she felt it for herself. From his tone to his voice, his body caving into her own. The match happened more than a few hours ago yet it still hurt him like it was a few moments ago.

"I know you did," Yasmine ran her fingers through his locs. "It showed. With the way you played, like you always do." Trent knew that he was a good— no, an outstanding player yet a reminder was always nearby. In times of doubt and loss, very much like now, Yasmine found that he was always in need of it.

Trent let out a huff. "But I should I've played better."

"You think so?" She raised a brow. "I mean there's only so much you can do, right?"

"Yeah, I do." Slowly, Trent fell out of his frown. "When we lost, what were you thinking?"

"What was I thinking?" Yasmine let her gaze wander, her eyes soon following the stars. "I thought damn. I was upset. For you, for your teammates, the fans—anyone else who cares. I knew how much it meant to all of you so I was upset." Then she found her sight back on her partner once again. She let out a small chuckle. "But it was all short-lived for me because I had to get back to writing my essays."

"Don't do that." Her neck vibrated as he laughed, exhaling. How could he ever trust his girlfriend to be serious about one thing? It seemed to be a bit too much for her to handle. He lifted his face from her neck, and the two met eyes, sharing soft and kind glances. "I'm still upset you know." He told himself earlier that he wanted to remain in his grief, despite its long process. To sit with it, reflect and move on. Now laying with his girlfriend, who brought so much light and fun to him in the most primal way possible, he simply wanted to move on.

She pressed a kiss to his forehead, moving a stray loc from his face. "I know, and that's completely fine. I'll be upset with you too if that makes you feel better." Yasmine pulled Trent closer into her embrace and he accepted it with ease, a bit of a rock to the hammock. "If you think that one mishap cost you guys from winning then imagine the potential to win another time. Besides, it's not like that was your last dance. I mean there's next year," she opened up her palm, counting with her fingers, "the year after next year, the year after that year, the year after those years—"

"Okay! I think I get it." Eyes widened, Trent laughed as he hung his head back. A laugh—a moment of euphoria—that was neither struggling nor caving in, one that wasn't slowly faltering or on display for the sake of others. But rather flourishing and memorising to Yasmine's ears. The happiness of your partner was something to never get tired of witnessing. "Thank you, Yasmine." He took her hand in his own, interlocking their fingers. "I really needed that."

It wasn't that Yasmine wasn't serious; instead, she was collected and involved. In emotions, in thoughts. For herself, for those around her, especially for Trent. Whether what he felt seemed big or small, she freely let him have them. And if he couldn't stretch himself enough that far, then he didn't have to experience them alone. She didn't deny him or make him feel bad for experiencing what he felt over a loss. She didn't try to make the loss seem any bigger or less than it was (to Trent). It was never I understand but; it was always I understand and,which opened the door for reassurance.

Never did she force him to feel another way, nor make him get out of his upset. Yasmine let Trent feel and experience the grief of losing this important match. And maybe it was a bit dramatic and not realistic enough, but she let him nonetheless. Joining him in the hammock—this safe space of comfort—laying with him under the stars, saying I'll be upset with you, Yasmine let him know that they were united in grief. That they, together, would always be united in grief in everything felt in their shared home.

The two were united in euphoria, united in stress, united in joy. But on this day, and in this very moment, Yasmine and Trent were united in grief.

"It's all good. I just wanted you to know."

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lfcthelovesofmylife · 2 years

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My Opinions on the England NT players

Luke Shaw -

literally looks like he’s 15 and 35 at the same time in some pictures. To this day I don’t know how old he actually is. Have not seen him play a single Man U match this season (i don’t like Man U so i don’t watch their matches but still). Does he still play football? I don’t know. Good goal against Italy so i have to give him some praise for that but i genuinely don’t know anything about him.

Mason Mount -

I cannot lie, I think I fell in love with him the moment I saw him. If love at first sight exists I think this is it. I would do anything for this man. He looks like he’d sit with you on a bench in your school gym and let you cry on his shoulder (defo not based on real life experiences). What more can I say about him? I would burn the world down for him and then jump off of a cliff if he asked me to. 10/10 especially after missing his pen in the FA cup final. He did that for me xx

Trent Alexander-Arnold -

Also the sexiest mf I’ve ever seen. Assist king. He seems like a bitch sometimes but I still love him. Does look like if you were nice to him he’d be nice back. Very proud of his achievements. Do just want to find him and give him a massive hug sometimes. I like the new haircut much more. It’s grown on me, he better not change it or some sorry words will be said. Hope he gets picked for the next England matches but I don’t want him to get injured because I’m not mentally stable enough to deal with that.

Tyrone Mings -

Literally the height of a fucking tree. He’d absolutely destroy me and my five foot two self with just a push. Quite scared of him but at the same time he looks like he’d invite me in for a cuppa and a few biscuits if I was walking past his house in the pouring rain. Probably has a kind soul but I wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of him.

Kyle Walker -

Kind of reminds me of a pigeon. I don’t know why, he just seems to have that familiar blank stare. Looks like he’d bark at you for stealing his sandwich in Tesco’s which he never actually bought. Do find him quite funny but that might just be when he’s with John. Overall I wouldn't particularly want to be besties with him.

Jesse Lingard -

Absolute icon. JLingz. Has the most adorable daughter, she’s so precious. Easily one of the funniest players in the game. I can already tell we’d be best friends. Especially love him after the reports that he got into a scrap with Hazza Maguire. Deserves the world. I hope I get to meet him one day.

Marcus Rashford -

Looks like a kind man. Don’t know if we’d get along because we’d fight over who’s Jesse’s better friend. Can already tell he’d try and make me a home-cooked meal if I ever said I was hungry. Would no doubt constantly try to give me food. I’d have to convince him he’s actually a good footballer because Ralf never plays him in matches. Looks like he’d get very emotional sometimes.

Jack Greasy…I mean Grealish -

Don’t like him because he’s a bit of a bellend but I have to admit he’s extremely funny. Doesn’t seem like he has a single brain cell left so it would probably be very difficult to have an actual conversation with him. I salute his girlfriend for putting up with him. I could probably drive better than him. I don’t have my driver’s licence.

Hazza Maguire -

Absolutely terrified of him. Would probably tell me to go back to my own country. If I saw him begin to walk towards me I’d run the other way. He’d try and fight me because I’d tell him he’s a shit footballer. Nothing more to say. Traumatises me just thinking about it.

Jude Bellingham -

Absolute sweetheart in my opinion. Looks like he’d protect you from all those creepy guys at a house party or club. Would definitely cover your drink if you had to go somewhere for a quick second. Seems like a lovely guy. Want to see more of his personality on the England youtube channel.

Jordan Pickford -

Hate him but at the same time I love him. He’s so funny and for what. Suddenly manages to bring out all the skills for England but he’s horrendous for Everton. Might just be because it’s Everton. I do want to punch him sometimes. Wouldn’t be surprised if someone from the team already has.

Phil Foden -

Looks like a prick. He always looks like he’s going to complain about something. Would not be able to stand the guy for a single second. He just looks annoying. I see him on my tv and immediately change the channel. Every time I see his face I want to punch it.

Jordan Henderson-

DILF. He is the definition of a gentleman. Looks like he’d hold the door open for you if he saw you walking down the corridor. Just seems like the best person to work with. Has an absolute heart of gold. Would sell my soul for him 100%. The best captain in the Premier League. In my opinion he should be captain of England but Gareth doesn’t like Liverpool players. I know he’d give me a whole motivational speech if I told him I was going to give up on my education. He’d 110% hold you in his arms while you cried for a whole hour.

Ben Chilwell -

Looks a bit like a Lego man. He has a very square head and I don’t know how to feel about it. He has some of the stupidest tattoos I’ve ever seen but in all fairness he’s a good player. Just don’t support some of the things he’s done (but I won’t go into that). Does look like a massive weirdo. Would probably be a bit scared of him when he’s drunk.

Raheem Sterling -

Runs a bit like a dinosaur. Very good player just don’t like the fact he left Liverpool for City. The only good thing about that is the fact that he’s managed to get a decent trim now. Arguably one of the best players in the England squad but i’m still holding a grudge against him.

Hazza Kane -

Looks like he might call me a racial slur. I would 100% be able to absolutely hammer him in a fight. Don’t really like him at all. How are you captain of your national team if you can’t even be captain of Spurs. SPURS. It’s just a bit embarrassing on his behalf.

Reece James -

As I said previously, he looks like he’d absolutely batter you in a fight but he’d also give you a really good hug if you were sad. Reminds me of a teddy bear. Seems like he’d have a bit of a short temper, but as long as you were his friend you wouldn’t be in danger. If you weren’t, good luck to you (RIP).

Jadon Sancho -

Proper joke man. Again, I’d be best friends with him because I think we have a very similar sense of humour. Would no doubt annoy every single member of the team. We’d be banned from seeing each other because we’re too annoying together. Is he okay? I haven’t seen him play in a long time.

Declan Rice -

My boyfriend’s best friend. We’d also be best friends. There are too many funny players in this squad, but this guy is my absolute favourite of them all. His rendition of ‘Ice, Ice, Baby’ brought tears to my eyes. Should be the new national anthem. Extremely happy he’s got a much better trim now. Does need a bit of a tan though, he looks ghostly white sometimes. He should ask Mason where the best tanning beds are.

Kalvin Phillips and Kieran Trippier -

Had to put these two together because I genuinely have no opinion of them. Literally who are they.

Bukayo Saka -

Looks like such a nice guy. The type of guy you’d bring home to meet your parents. Would offer you popcorn if he saw you around, and would always ask how you’re doing and actually mean it. Wins the award for ‘Nicest Guy’. Don’t understand how anyone could not like him. Would probably cry with you while you’re crying.

John Stones -

Perfect name for him tbh. Looks like he’s stoned half the time. He’d probably punch the Hazza’s for calling you a racial slur. Would be the best person to get drunk with, he’d probably try and give you (really bad) relationship advice and then convince you to sing Valerie by Amy Winehouse with him. Overall a decent guy, only downside is that he plays for City.

#mason mount #trent alexander arnold #declan rice #bukayo saka #jesse lingard #marcus rashford #john stones #jordan henderson #tyrone mings #jadon sancho #jude bellingham #mason mount imagine #trent alexander arnold imagine #declan rice imagine #marcus rashford imagine #john stones imagine #keira's random writing x

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basil-the-middleground · 1 year

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Ring the Bell

AN: I'm fine. Everything's fine. I totally didn't write this weekend in sadness after that match. In all seriousness thought, this came out of nowhere!

If you want to see it in AO3 form, link is right here!

AN 2: I don't know why, but towards the end, I made them very, very affectionate for some reason.

The title was still cold.

It laid on his stomach as he splayed out on the bed, a single thought echoing more and more in his head.

He doesn't want this championship. Not anymore.

It was fun, being able to challenge people from all types of backgrounds, and having more matches then he prepared for. A lot of work sure but he knew it was gonna come someday. He was extremely grateful about finally having some type of gold in AEW. People were finally taking him seriously.

But that's where his problem started. People took him seriously. He had to start caring.

When he started caring, the laid back attitude went away, and he became…something that came out only when he's focused.

He gets more red, more violent, cocky and aggressive. He takes more risks. Risks that isn't feeling like it's worth it anymore, not when he's now alone in a 2 bed hotel room he booked in advance, with a championship that has now warmed up on his stomach.

Slowly, Orange lifts his arms until it's above his head, the championship a weird blurry mess of gold, and the patriotic splashes of red, white and blue.

This stupid thing.

He had it but at what cost?

He hadn't seen Trent and Chuck since the match, besides them coming in and saving him. They haven't properly talked since he faced Trent. Chuck texts him gifs, but that's it. Danhausen's injured and texted that he was going somewhere else for the night.

He was alone. Just him and the belt.

He didn't know when the belt's color started to blur even more but he realized what was happening when he felt warmth sliding down his face. He inhaled slowly, to stop the rest from coming, but the exhale ended choked.

The belt flew across the room, landing and tumbling on the floor.

The only sound after that was Orange's face in the pillow, muffled cries leaking out into the room.

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"Tell me if this is a bad idea-"

"It's a bad idea."

Chuck glares at Trent. "I didn't finish, dickhead." Trent held his hands up, a small smile on his face. A small win for Chuck, since he hasn't done that in a week. That might change with his next sentence. "I was about to say maybe…we should…go see Orange?"

Trent looks at Chuck, who was now having second thoughts about this.

He was caught in the middle of this…things that happened between Trent and Orange. He knew that they were doing a match against each other, he knew that there were both competitive (despite what Orange acts like most of the time). He didn't prepare for them to take a friendly match and make it that much intense. He also didn't know that Trent was gonna be that hurt, and if Trent was hurt, he was hurt. That's his Best Friend.

However, he didn't like leaving Orange in the ring, or seeing him being with just Danhausen by his side (not stifling the little demon but recently…he's been doing some weird stuff). He wanted some harmony back.

But if it's not going to happen today, that's fine. It's cool, nothing to really worry-

"Ok."

Wait, what?

"What?" Chuck said out loud.

"I said ok. Let's go see him."

"…you're not planning on killing him, are you?"

Now it was Trent's turn to glare at Chuck. "Chuck, what the hell?"

"I'm just saying, you said Ok way too fast!"

"Well it wasn't a hard option! I just wanted some time away from him." Trent threw his arms up. " I got butthurt after the match, I didn't want to take it out on him, he didn't deserve it, so I just avoided him this week."

"Including text?"

"You know I haven't been texting a lot lately…"

"We'll talk about that later. Right now, it's orange time!"

"Wait, now?!"

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Ok, so they didn't go immediately to his room.

First they got peace offerings from the gift shop downstairs: orange juice, some new protein chips Orange started eating, some sour candy, an skyscraper book (Chuck's reasoning being Orange was into architecture stuff, and he wasn't lying. Problem was the book was intended for toddlers). They stuffed it all in Orange's bag that he left with them.

After that, they went by Danhausen's room and quickly checked on him. A little bruises, but he was fine. They would have stayed longer but Hook looked like he was going to kill them, and Jungleboy was ready to pass out.

Third place they went to…was back to Danhausen's room to get Orange's damn room number. This time, they gave Orange's protein chips to Hook as a peace offering. (When they got to the elevator, Trent pulled another bag he bought out of his hoodie.)

Finally they reached the floor to where Orange's room was.

Then Trent stops at the first couple of doors. Chuck notices way too quickly, and went back, putting one of his arms around Trent's shoulder as they took a much slower pace.

"Nervous?"

He didn't get a response. They kept walking.

"Why are you still friends with me?"

That's not what Chuck was expecting to come out of Trent's mouth.

"I drove Yuta away, I got pissed off at Orange for winning a match, I didn't like Danhausen at first. I'm not really a likable guy, I have a bad temper, and I drive people away."

"Bullshit."

The hard tone made Trent's eyes wide. Chuck's face was determined, his green eyes sparked with a flame he's seen from time to time directed at him.

"Yoots wanted to impress you so bad when he was here. And yes, you might have been harsh when he was here, but you wasn't the full reason he went out on the group. He was eyeing the BBC for a while just as much as they were. He still asks about you."

"He-he does?"

Chuck's eyes soften, and so does his tone. He brings Trent closer to him. "Yeah. So does Danhausen, and Orange, and Kris. They all care about you just as much as I do. And I care a hell of a lot about you."

He knows they will have to talk a lot more after, but the way Trent hugged onto him tells him that for now, they got some kind of understanding.

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He's turned on the TV to replace the lights at some point, but honestly he doesn't remember when. Maybe when he finally threw the championship somewhere else in the room. Whatever. It could be in a ditch right now for all he cares. He wasn't even paying attention to whatever was on.

Orange hated crying. Everytime he did, his face got super red, he can't really breath properly for a while without it starting with a hitch, and his face became puffy. It takes him a long time to recover, everything becomes a trigger for him to start the cycle all over again, and he hated it.

But he's human, and crying out your feeling is something that happens when everything is just too much.

Including the banging rhythmic knocking that appeared out of nowhere.

On the other side, the Best Friends prepared themselves to greet. Chuck tossed a bag of chips at Trent, while Chuck had Orange's bag in his hand. They looked at each other in a silent agreement: this is it.

They heard the clicking of the lock, and they both lifted up their peace offerings to Orange, but Trent and Chuck's small smiles quickly faded when they took in their friends state. Bloodshot red eyes greeted them, along with a flushed face, chest, and dried tear tracks.

Alarmed and with a sudden urge to just comfort, Trent raised his arms up in a invitation for a hug, which made Orange's eyes widen a bit. But then his body almost slams into Trent's, his arms by his side but his face buried in Trent's neck.

By the time the trio entered the room, Trent could feel his hoodie becoming significantly damper. Orange was saying something, but it was buried into his neck, and was followed by sobs that made Trent's eyes start to burn. Chuck locked the door and starting putting the gifts up while Trent was just trying to sooth their best friend as best as he can, rubbing Orange's back and talking softly to him.

Orange knew he was going to be on a hair trigger, but he didn't know it was going to go off so soon. He was an absolute wreck of emotions that he wasn't used to letting loose this freely, but they were here. He feels Trent's rumbles, hear the repeated words of 'it's ok, we're right here, we got you', slowly letting the sobs turn into sniffles and slight hitches.

Eventually, he slowly lifted his face from Trent's neck, looking more towards the floor than his friend in front of him. He had to tell them, tell them both what he wanted. He heard Trent sigh, still rubbing his back which was calming him down more.

"Orange…" He knew what Trent was about to say, and he didn't want that. So he started shaking his head, and humming the words 'no' to the best of his ability. He finally looks up and sees Trent and Chuck's (who was on the other bed and was probably there the whole time) face of worry. He backs away from Trent, grabbing his other hand and leading him to where Chuck was. He sat on the left side of Chuck, and brought Trent next to him, becoming sandwiched between them.

The best friends brought each of their arm around Orange. Chuck spoke. "What's up, Orange?"

"I…I don't want this championship anymore." Chuck and Trent looked at each other, then looked back at Orange. "I feel different, I'm acting… different, and I don't like it." His voice wobbles a bit, but there's a rough tone underneath. "I got Danhausen hurt, I thought I lost this friendship and it's not…it's not worth it anymore."

This was new. Orange really felt indifferent for the title until a month ago, and that was when-

A lightbulb went off in Chuck's head. It couldn't be. "Hey Cass?"

Orange hum in question.

"When you started feeling like this?"

"About…a month ago. Why?"

"Didn't you also start beefing with Kip a month ago?"

Two more lightbulbs went off in the room. It feel like a collective epiphany, and once they reached it, they all groaned and fell back into the bed.

That….that would explain a lot. Kip Sabian was the master of mind games, with the only people possibly immuned to it being Moxley and Kingston. (A mixture of their minds being the most complicated and also they would probably pumble the shit out of Kip in one go.) Any opponent he had a long feud with has been subjected to this, so this should have been easily seen. But they weren't focused on Kip. They didn't really care. So Kip made them care.

Chuck lets out a breathless chuckle. "That box motherfucker."

Orange exhaled. And then he felt tears on his face yet again. Damn trigger happy tears.

Trent saw Orange crying again and started rubbing his arm.

This was gonna be a bump to get through, but they know it's gonna be fine in the end. Best Friends (all of them) will prevail.

(And yes, after Orange's body finally stopped crying, he asked for some orange juice, and to put the belt in his bag.)

#AHHHH IM DONE #3 DAYS AND IT'S DONE!#MY FIRST AEW FIC #PLEASE ENJOY #orange cassidy #chuck taylor #trent beretta #yes orange cries a lot in this #my bad

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smartycvnt · 2 years

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wild child

pairing: orange cassidy x reader

prompt: "one more for me, you're doing so good."

warnings: smut

"Let go of me!" you screamed as Cass held you back. There was no way that he'd let you go, not a chance in hell. It was a miracle that the guys had told you in the first place that this event was even happening. You hadn't been on the list originally, but Kris had pulled strings and Trent had wanted to cause some chaos. Cass had been against you coming, not because he didn't like spending time with you, but because he wanted to keep you safe.

"No," Cass said as he dragged you outside. You hated being manhandled, but you were starting to relax in his arms. There was something about the man that you found very comforting. You were thought of as the "wild child" of the Best Friends. You were sort of quick to anger, never backed down from a fight, and found yourself in some sort of trouble at least once a week. At times, Chuck was afraid that you'd run off to join the BCC, but you were fiercely loyal.

"I'm fine, put me down!" You thrashed a little more in Cass's arms, disproving the point you were trying to make. He carried you about half a block away before he finally let go of you. You started stomping back towards the party, but Cass stepped in front of you to stop you. "Get out of my way. I'm going back there."

"No," Cass said as he placed his hands on your shoulders. "Stop. Think about this. Make the smart choice Y/n."

"Let go of me before I make you," you threatened. He wasn't afraid of you though, even if he knew that you could take him. Instead of moving away from you, he pulled you even closer. Confused by the hug you were receiving, you came to a complete stop. "What are you doing?"

"Calming you down." Breathing in his cologne, you let yourself relax in Cass's arms. He rubbed your back soothingly, which helped to clear your head a little bit. The anger that had been bubbling inside of you simmered down, leaving you with a lot of energy and nowhere to put it. It was almost overwhelming, but then he looked down at you and cracked a little smile.

"Don't look so smug. I might have to beat you up," you joked. Cass dropped his arms from around you, but you didn't move away from him. "Not afraid I'm gonna run back and start a fight?"

"Not if I invite you to stay with me," he said. You couldn't argue against him with that one. Cass took your hand in his and pulled you along the sidewalk with him. The walk back to where you were staying was quite a long one, but it gave the two of you a chance to get more comfortable around one another.

Even with the walk, your energy didn't seem to go away. Cass could tell that it wasn't angry or aimless anymore though. The two of you shared a look, an understanding of what was on the table when you got back to the hotel. Any question of whether or not he was okay with this went right out the window when he kissed you.

The kiss was soft and sweet, unlike how you had initially imagined your first kiss with him. Being the person you were, with the second kiss, you took the opportunity to push a little more. The relaxed atmosphere in your best friend was replaced with a sense of urgency, one that you matched with ease.

It was like the two of you, despite your differences, moved at the same level. You knew what he needed, just like he knew what you needed, and the two of you adjusted accordingly. There was a nice push and pull dynamic, and surprisingly, Cass was the one who pulled ahead of you.

You didn't expect to find yourself pinned between his body and a brick wall with his hand in your pants, but there you were. The same hand that you had held yours in victory was currently touching the most intimate parts of you. Cass was careful though, not taking any of the situation for granted. You appreciated it, the little reminders that the two of you had all night. That didn't mean you didn't chase after your own orgasm without a single care about looking desperate.

The two of you were all over each other after that. You could feel how much he wanted you through his jeans. He barely made it to the bed before he was pulling you down to grind against him. Even with the haste you'd been showing all night, the two of you slowed down enough to get some protection. You had an agenda with AEW, and you weren't planning on slowing down anytime soon.

"Oh Y/n," Cass moaned as he slid inside of you. He slowly pushed inside of you before pulling out and quickly sliding back in. You clung to his body as he started to set a quick pace. His lips found yours in a messy kiss, but you wouldn't have wanted it any other way. The two of you let yourselves get lost in fucking, not caring about anything else.

"Don't stop," you told Cass as he started to slow down.

"But I'm gonna cum," Cass told you. You leaned forward a little as you stared him intensely in the eyes.

"Don't stop, keep going." Cass grunted and pushed through. You could tell by the furrow in his brow and stuttering of his hips when he had cum, but like you asked, he kept going.

"Fuck, I don't know how much longer I can keep going," he said. The strain was evident, but you were so close behind him that it wouldn't take you very much more.

"One more for me, you're doing so good," you said softly. Your own hand drifted between your legs to help him out, pushing you over the edge as Cass pushed himself to keep going. You pushed him off of you and sat up in the bed, shaking the tenseness from your limbs. "Eventually, we'll have to talk about that."

"I've got time now," Cass offered.

"Sorry, no serious discussions when I'm not wearing pants. It's a rule," you said and Cass gave you a skeptical look. "Even the wild child has rules."

#orange cassidy imagines #orange cassidy imagine #orange cassidy #orange cassidy x reader #aew #aew x reader #aew imagine #aew imagines #hot fic summer

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damelucyjo · 1 year

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Right. Let’s grab a cup of tea and crack on, shall we babes!! It’s a long one!

Episode 6 - Sunflowers 🌻

Oh poor boys. Ted is still so clueless 😂

That’s a fancy ass owners section!!

She thinks the songs depressing 👀 okay!

I love that she can’t drink alcohol normally 😂 chug it, girly!!

You tell him Roy 🫡

Bless Higgins. He’s so excited

They’re so cute. I love that Rebecca knows her so well now that she recognises her vocal changes 🥰

But bailing on a night out with your bestie for your boss?? Come on Keels! 😔

“Somewhere that believes they deserve her” 👀 say it louder, Becca, please!!

Methinks he may be angry… but I can’t tell 🤔

Beard’s eyes 😳 😂

“Not as bad as you do” Are you listening, Ted?? They’re on to you…

Poor Jamie. But Ted’s eyebrow impression of Roy makes me snort 😂

I love that they’re all like excited kids on a school trip

Sweet baby Will, going to the red light district with papa Higgins 🥹 this pairing is cute. And Charlie’s reaction is brilliant 😂

YYEEEAAHHH!!!

Jamie giving a lesson on Amsterdam to Roy. Beautiful

So apparently they’re close enough that she feels warm in her belly when something is wrong so must ring her, but not close enough to know where she is?? Make it make sense please

And down she goes! 😂 we’ve been waiting a year for this!! 😂

“Stupid fucking place” Hannah is so funny

You know, if I wasn’t such a Tedbecca girly I would be into these two in a heartbeat 😍

Omg he’s in another colour. What do I do?! 🥴

(He’s changed her picture. Again.)

Not focusing on your conversation with your bestie cause you’re trying to plan a date with blonde?? We see you, Ted 👀

Beards little eye patches. He’s so cute 🥰

So has he never been punched in the face? Or drink yelled at his mum?? Interesting

Beard’s time has come 🫡 (also we have the same toothbrush 😂)

This really shows how vastly different all these boys are, yet they work very well together. I love it.

Also a single tulip cause a field would be overwhelming. Protect Dani at all costs, yet again 🥰

Oh hey, uncle Trent!

Higgin’s line about Will becoming a man foreshadowing a conversation later - very clever. I also love that ‘nah’ after everyone hears Leslie is going to the red light district 😂

Yo, Van Damme. You’re a little too into the sex show. What’s that about??

not pickled herring! Poor Colin 👀 I see you, Trent.

Yes, captain Isaac! A team! But I know so we’ll the struggle of picking something with a group of people 😂

Jesus, that boat is huge! Every house boat I’ve been on has been tiny!!

Her face at seeing his little girls room 🥹

‘It’s not drugged. I promise’ He promises so it must be true! You’re very trusting, babes 😂

Roy & Jamie are quickly becoming my other favourite pairing on this silly little show. Brett & Phil are brilliant together

These two are another surprising great match!

“Is everything alright at home?” Aww, love a concerned Will

My favourite character thing about Leslie is how much he loves his music. Him sharing his love with Will is beautiful to see. And Will being excited to learn is gorgeous

How many times has Beard tried to get Ted to partake? And he must just be fucking with him doing it with tea 😂

His struggle 😂😂

LET DANI SEE HIS TULIP!!

None of them noticing there’s a vase of them right there 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

Still arguing over what to do. So real

Isaac has had it 😂

Okay, Trent, LOVE those shoes!!

Alright, yeah. They’re cute. I said what I said.

On my first watch I thought she said she was more of a webcam girl 😂😂 omg

“Force of habit” BECAUSE HE HAS A DAUGHTER 🥹

Rebecca! On another reluctant date because she’s hungry 🫣 you need to eat more, girly 😂

The box of clothes and the comment on them being trophies are nice callbacks to Beard After Hours 👍🏼

I’ll keep saying it, but they are cute. They have easy banter like she had with a certain someone else…🤔

Okay, that whole thing is a little questionable?? But she could have stuck to her guns about the alcohol. I really don’t think he would have cared either way.

I love you, Jamie. Please never change 🥰 (love that tiny glimpse that the little arsehole is still in there 😂)

Thunderdong!! Nice one 😂😂

Oh poor Colin 😔

The most unbelievable thing about Trent is that he dresses and acts the way he does and everyone just doesn’t assume he’s gay. This is how I can tell it’s primarily written by Americans 😂 Brits always assume every guy who is a little ‘different’ is gay 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ted being an avid gif sender 😍 he’s just like me

So out of it he doesn’t notice all his messages are now being sent as texts, not iMessage?? Oh Ted 🥺

Oh, hey Keeley! Weird that they’d have that playing on TV in Amsterdam with info about the museum but… whatever

HE DRANK THE TEA!! NOBODY MOVE!!! 😳

She looks pretty!! Me and boat guy had the same reaction

Rebecca, he’s telling you to let your anger go. Please listen to him!! 📢📢📢

Since when has Rebecca been a fan enough of The Gambler himself to recognise one of his songs in Dutch?? 👀 Is that Teddy’s influence?? 👀

Love that they’ll get Hannah to sing any way they can. Thank you, boys! 🫡😂

He really is just Dutch Ted, isn’t he. Is she noticing it too??

Oh I really love that she’s just so relaxed 🥰 I need more casual Becca. She’s fun

How maybe fuck has Roy been running around Amsterdam all evening with his dodgy knee?? Im fucked just walking around for a short while 😂

Oh poor Roy 🥺

For grandad 🥹 yes I do have tear in my eyes. What of it 🥹

You just know these two had the time of their lives filming this 😂😂

Beautifully showcasing how nurturing Jamie is, absolutely nothing like his dad 🫡 good lad

“LET’S GO FIND A FUCKING WINDMILL!” “FOR GRANDAD!” They’re so fucking cute 🥰😂

Baby Will & Papa Higgins are adorable. I’d happily watch a full episode about just them

Proud ‘dad’, successfully sharing his passion and introducing another to jazz. Love to see it 🥰

Full on tears through this scene too!! James & Billy did an amazing job with this. Feels incredibly real & true 🥰 nice one, lads

Heartbreaking that he just wants to live his truth and for it to not be a ‘thing’. Hand on, I need tissues

“When you know you’re doing what you’re meant to do, you have to try” Wow.

Jason is so hot and cute. Sometimes I don’t know what to do.

Still arguing 😂 Isaac had had it!! Angry Isaac is hot though 🥵😂

These two are so good for one another. I’m glad they’re getting closer

Not that we needed another reminder of how shitty James is as a father 🥺 poor Jamie. But at least he has happy memories of the place with his mum. Loved that trip so much that he still remembers everything he learnt 🥹 Jamie, my boy 🥹

The casual Keeley mention o why he’s angry. 😔

She’s so soft 🥰 more soft Rebecca moving forward, please

FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT!!

I know she was making a point, but she could have just stayed 😂

Another dad reminder - cue sound effect

Nathan jump scare!! 😂😂

Arthur Bryant’s must be doing so well off the back of Ted Lasso 👍🏼

He’s just like me! Shout out to al the visual learners!!

So true that Hannah is the voice of God 🫡

Also leave me be that I want to believe this voice is his dads…

Aww Higgins, this is why he wanted to hide, bless him

PILLOW FIGHT!!! Shame Ted isn’t there for it though. But I’m sure there’ll be many more

The dancing is very cute

God speed to whoever had to pick up all those feathers 🫡😂

Trent & Colin besties era starts here. I love it

They all had perfect evenings 🥹🥰

“I won’t forget you” is a beautiful line, because that night was when her whole attitude towards her life changed. She can finally let go and be happy like she wants to. All thanks to this nameless man that she’ll never forget 🥰

“Did we? Oh yes, we did” have a perfect evening, have a great connection… THEY DIDN’T SLEEP WITH EACH OTHER GUYS, STOP WORRYING!

Of course Beard had the craziest night of all! And speaks Dutch 😂 well done, Brendan

Will on the phone to him mum telling her about being invited to a threesome 😂😂 amazing

Huh. Dud batch. So you came up with that all by yourself, Ted, because you just let it all go… interesting 👀

Ted coming up with something that already existed 😂 total football 👍🏼

The boys cheering Rebecca getting on the bus is so cute 🥰

12 UNANSWERED TEXTS AND 3 UN-HAHA’ED GIFS!! Boy, you are in love with your boss. Who does that 😂 also love knowing Rebecca haha’s his gifs

She’s so chill still. How longs this gonna last?? I hope it does 🤞🏼

“We saw a windmill!” It’s adorable how enthusiastic everyone is about everything!

The fucking sex show 😂

They will use any excuse to get Hannah to sing. And I am all for it! But Beard joining in makes me laugh every time 😂😂😂

THE SONG IS NO LONGER DEPRESSING FOR HER BECAUSE SHES NOT A SAD ANGRY GIRLY NO MORE!!! It’s also just a great message

There’d better be a comment on the fact she went home on the bus in the next episode 👀👀

Well that episode was just wonderful! For so many of the characters!! Definitely one I will be going back to again and again. It set everyone up beautifully moving forward and I for one and excited to see what happens next 😁

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso Live Blogging

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mr-independent · 1 year

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What time is it y'all? That's right! It's time for me to procrastinate moving house by doing more rewatch notes. I dedicate this to the 4 of you who have been liking every single one of these posts almost immediately after they're up. Love y'all ❤️

Without further Ado: EP 9 - the introduction of Roy 'The Grouch' Kent, aka the '~ooooo Rebecca's in trooouuuble~' episode

-- Roy is literally Oscar the Grouch and i love it. Obviously in this metaphor Ted is Elmo and Dani is Abby or Rosita? No i will not be taking any questions.

-- Ted literally seeing Roy beating himself up and saying to himself 'Kent can self correct, no need to add to the pity party' and honestly yeah that's the best way to go about it. Trust your players to trust themselves (i think they say this outright later? That Ted sees the players like his kids bc he can't direct them during the match, just teach them in training and hope they learned to make the right decisions on the pitch)

-- little girls are mysterious silly and powerful, that's exactly right.

-- ah yes the No Secrets Are Secret kit room. One of my fav tropes actually.

-- Trent Crimm, The Daily Planet ❤️ sorry no notes I'm in love with this silver haired queer and mentally kick my feet and wrap a phone cord around my finger whenever he comes up

-- teeth marks on your butt you have to pay for? Beard absolutely spent the first free night he had in Richmond finding the best bdsm club

-- Rebecca talks like Ted when she's nervous and that's fucking hilarious to me

-- Higgins has an oral fixation, fine, but so does whoever wrote this episode. The teeth marks in the butt, the nibbled pen caps, etc etc

-- this series really is the Rebecca gets her ass handed to her every episode. Rupert is nearly 70 and having a child just to spite her? Fucking rough. Does start the foundation for the fertility stuff in the newest series tho

-- Rebecca set up the interview with Trent.....setting a guy up huh? Wonder if she knew Trent was gay?

-- Ted forgiving Rebecca for her bullshit is just him forgiving himself!! Letting himself be angry and sad and upset about his divorce by letting Rebecca be shitty and be forgiven!!! I love an emotionally healthy apology scene

-- fuck i forgot about Higgins goatee it's fucking hideous who let him do that

-- everyone reacting to Roy's problems with some variation of 'stop being a whiny little bitch' is so fucking funny

-- also Keeley met Phoebe five seconds ago and already they're partners in crime ❤️

-- the pub boys comforting Beard is so cute. It really shows that as much as they razz the coaches they really do care about them as people

-- Beard saying that relegation means they've accomplished nothing..... Idk what that says yet that he stays in Richmond once they do get relegated but it's gotta say something

-- drunk Ted is so fucking funny. They should let him get drunk more often. *Chest bump* 'rest in peace Socrates?'

-- ITS THE TRENT CRIMM DAUGHTER EPISODE he told her weeks ago he'd bring biscuits. He met Trent's daughter before the end of their first season. This is a revelation and also adorable. Also puts Ted's words at the front of the episode in a different perspective. The last little girl he probably talked to was Trent's daughter, who is apparently silly mysterious and powerful which. Still true. Still fair

#ted lasso #teddy rewatches ted #trent crimm #tedependent #<sorry guys i gotta #yes this was also a poignant tedbecca episode but i gotta say I love shipping middle aged men. its my calling.

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††† - "INVISIBLE HAND"

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Claire recommends a Deftones/Far superduo with an ungoogleable name. (Literally! "Your search - "†††" - did not match any documents.")

[6.09]

Ian Mathers: Wait, is ††† just Chino from Deftones doing noisy synthpop? Did I forget about this? Was I not informed? [8]

Claire Biddles: This time last year, ††† released a cover of George Michael's "One More Try", a swoony bit of December melancholia that also served as a direct acknowledgement of inspiration. Much like Nine Inch Nails' Trent Reznor, Chino Moreno has always carried Michael's influence in his vocal performance, and no more so than in his work with †††, his Depeche Mode-ish duo with producer Shaun Lopez. In "Invisible Hand", Moreno's croons are propelled by internal drama, lifting and surging in the middle of words. His lyrics are either enigmatic or nonsense, depending on one's position, but the song itself is dense with narrative. Lopez switches modes and textures with every verse, laying a sheet of synths only to shoot through it with ten-foot-tall industrial drops; stabs of synthesised voices are weaponised; glass shatters as if in a locked room. Listening to the song, looking at the blue-lit model on the album art, I'm struck by the commonalities between the sheen of '90s/'00s alt-rock and Michael's contemporaneous "adult" period: the thread that links "Spinning the Wheel" and "Digital Bath", ending up with "Freeek!" and "Invisible Hand" -- the kind of industrial that isn't made from scrap, but from chrome coated in silk. [9]

Michelle Myers: What kind of Deftones girl are you? I'm from the Saturday Night Wrist era, but I probably would have told you my favorite album was Around the Fur if you were a metal dude I bummed a lighter from at a party in 2007. Anyway, I like this as an album cut, though I'm not sure it stands on its own as a single. Still, nobody does hot, sleazy angst better than Chino Moreno. [6]

Micha Cavaseno: I've said plenty about Chino over the course of my life, so let me go over to Shaun Lopez (or "Slopez" for those of us with far too much familiarity) first. At one point, this guy was a great post-hardcore guitarist, responsible for a number of great records with his band Far. "Love, American Style" and "Bury White" still get regular play from me, and even though that comeback album was bad and his post-Far band The Revolution Smile was some of the worst middle-of-the-road radio rock possible... the guy's had great moments! Chino -- again, I've said so much about my love for the guy! Crosses... ? Always getting worse! Part of it is that Shaun is such an unimaginative producer. So many of these riffs and little digital stabs of "hard clubby synthpop" just come off like the worst sort of adult-oriented electronica. Deftones have been mostly uninspiring to me in the last decade and a half, but if I wanted Chino doing his best faux David Gahan over Phantogram-level cliches, I know he's done better. (Team Sleep was right there! And all their gimmicky electronica was perfectly in vogue with the '00s!). So here I am, begging these men to get off TikTok, stop scrolling through legions of goth girls calling themselves "baby bats" dancing to warmed-over faux-'80s music mislabeled as "darkwave," and get their heads back in the game. [2]

Katherine St Asaph: Chino from Deftones going Dave Gahan mode (NOTE UPON REREADING: pun actually not intended, god) over a song composed entirely of bridges and final choruses. So when the actual bridge and final chorus arrive, they're identical, no more tension to be had. The half-time bit at the end could have gone somewhere. [7]

Nortey Dowuona: I was kinda excited to hear Chino's powerful yet silky voice rise over the swollen stolen valor of the 808 kick by Shaun Lopez, who also provides the newly drowned synth keys and seething guitar. But then they decided to add a Phil Collins drum track throwaway for the chorus. Big sigh. At least it's only a test. [5]

Alex Clifton: When the synths hit in the chorus this is pretty cool, but the rest of the time it feels like a knockoff Imagine Dragons song. [5]

Brad Shoup: The AWOLNATION EP was a dud, so this will have to tide me over for yowling modern rock with self-conscious electronic production choices. (Well, this and the Pumpkins' space opera.) Chino's voice remains a marvel. His sighs still don't feel like shtick, which is why I'm amazed at how much I enjoy them on the chorus paired with bog-standard synthwave. [6]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: An expertly executed take on some shit I really, really don't want to listen to -- every big noise and faux-gothic tone here has clearly been assembled by true appreciators of a dogshit form. The hook soars and the bass breaks the speakers and oh my god this is so tedious. But honestly, I respect it -- relative to the active rock and alternative radio baseline that these guys are pushing up against, this is a masterpiece. [4]

Frank Falisi: That sound is stuck in me. You know the one. [10]

Tim de Reuse: An unnerving, staccato vocal sample and an pleasantly grimy bass stab segue abruptly veer into a competent synthpop cruise. It'd go down smoother if the lyrics reached beyond the vaguest tendencies of early-aughts nu-metal. By their tone I understand that we're not happy, but I haven't a clue what we're supposed to be upset about. [5]

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#chino moreno #shaun lopez #deftones #crosses #music #music writing #music criticism #music reviews #the singles jukebox #Youtube

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danwhobrowses · 8 months

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My Highlights of AEW All Out 2023

Normally Chicago would be AEW's 'home away from home', given how it was the birthplace of the idea that was AEW having hosted the original All In. Recent events however meant that there was, uncertainty, about how this would go.

With a slim build, since All In at Wembley was last week, and recent headlines, AEW had to deliver on All Out, but did they? Let's see

Spoilers for the PPV, only positives being listed

Zero Hour

Nice subtle shout out to Windham by Bryan, given that he was his last opponent in a strap match

Dalton Castle in general, that dude has it

Serpentico knew he was done, but at least he wasn't the first to be eliminated

Spears and Garcia having a dance off

Angelo Parker did get his wish, they put him down XD

Trent and Hangman deciding to shake hands

Garcia sad dances up the ramp

Toa Liona's pounce! Hangman ain't a little guy but he went flying

Deadeye finally won Hangman a match

I didn't get a chance to say for Wembley because I didn't get to see much of the finer details but Shida's gear is lovely

Mercedes and Diamante in matching gear

Athena regretting everything when Willow got tagged in

Shida vs Athena, give me what I want.

Sonjay in a basketball jersey, he's a goof

Bringing Aubrey to slight Karen was clever, especially since it offered some bias to the conclusion

Main Card

"This player called Michael Jordan, he was a good player"

Keeping the neck storyline going

MJF coming back for the big pop and hot tag

Joe with the shove XD

MJF vs Joe is a definite money match to cash in on

Christian Cage in general, excellent heel

Darby's selling too, he's made Luchasaurus look like a monster

Darby's Swanton out the ring onto a seated Luchasaurus

The Crucifix Bomb was clean too

Perfectly placed 'Father of the Year' sign

Lovely nearfall on the Avalanche Code Red

Instant chants of 'Meat' for Miro/Hobbs, we need more meat chants

Excalibur even referencing Big E's 'Big Meaty Men Slapping Man Meat'

Hobbs staying on his feet from the Matchka kick

Manly handshake, even if Hobbs then jumps him after

Miro's hot flexible double-jointed wife does exist!

Stat donning some Zoolander gear

A big nearfall with the Avalanche No Future and Destination Unknown too

Ricky coming out strap in hand already, a Cody-esque strap at that

They got Final Countdown again! Joey Tempest must love him some Danielson

That fucking crack from Danielson's whips

I mean you can not fake those hits, there's no leg slapping that is a strap whipping flesh over and over again

That was an amazing flash spear from Ricky too

On brand for ex-teacher Hangman to donate to a Public Education Fund

Shibata vs Claudio is another money singles bout

Claudio's been doing some great narrative heat though with not wanting to entertain Eddie directly

Very clean STO by Eddie

Fack Wheeler's dead by that Shibata backfist

Shibata fucking rocks man, we are so fortunate

Kenny repping the old DDT gear colours

FUCK ME, does Kenny even have a neck anymore?

Kenny isn't a small dude either and but Takeshita has been throwing this dude

"A hell of a kick" is a generic comment from Excalibur there

Takeshita and his bridges, beauteous

Don that would be a fucking murder...

Takeshita beat Kenny clean, which is one hell of a rub

The Gunns' entrance is perfect for the whole BCG group

Mini Cardblade? They better be in the merch store

When the Bucks wanna be dicks, they're very good at being dicks

4-Way Sharpshooter was a nice textbook spot that the Bucks and FTR have in common

Cash and Matt superkicks!? Matt and Dax spike piledriver!?

Four Corners Power Plex!!??

I've been living for these shared finishers

Love the pre-walk before the entrance for the main event too, big fight feel

I've seen the image of Orange's wrapped hand and Moxley, it's a great visual

Mox has looked absolutely feral this match

Blood Orange Cassidy taking pages out of Moxley's book

Beach Break on the unpadded floor, and the fan egging him on

Blood Orange Cassidy's serious kicks getting extra extra serious!

The Death Rider kickout

A tale of two images; a clean padded fist and Moxley, and then an empty backpack and a blood-stained fist of Cassidy

I would've preferred him to have won (Takeshita could've taken it from him to ride off of his win vs Omega) since Mox didn't really need the title but the ending of the PPV tells a greater story - the jester's ascent to worldwide respect - which brings it to a strong close.

Conclusion

Several instances of buffering aside, this was exactly what AEW needed to deliver. A strong PPV that won over a Chicago crowd, reminding the often forgetful wrestling world that AEW exists and thrives without CM Punk. Every time people doubt, AEW deliver big time. I may play a bit of bias and say All In was better by a minor margin, I think the overall match quality was better for All Out (sadly the ROH matches and some abrupt finishes brought it down a little) but I think the narratives and energy was better at All In.

Regardless on what side you're on in his dismissal, AEW picked their path and they are moving forward, moving on, and we've dropped some teases on where we can go next, and those are paths I look forward to seeing fleshed out and explored.

Match of the Night: Honestly, it was Miro/Hobbs for me. It's very tight; I really enjoyed the 8-man, TNT title, Kenny/Konosuke, the main event, the strap match, the the men's non-title tag match, the TBS title (though it did end a bit abruptly) but sometimes you just gotta appreciate big meaty men slapping man meat. Best Entrance: Bullet Club Gold, they look like the real deal with that entrance. Best Attire: Kenneth Jerome Omega with his DDT colours, it still fits him and it was a nice callback. Statlander's Zoolander gear is a close second, since Shida's white gear was technically for last week and barely lost out to Swerve's blue coat. Best Performance: Ricky Starks was close but there's no topping Orange Cassidy this time around. Spot of the Night: I loved the 4-corner power plex, and Takeshita's beautiful German Suplex, but the Strap Match where Ricky and Bryan just were whipping the tar out of each other is the most visceral for me.

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