and this is not wrestling related

5 things tag

I was tagged by @vipervenomisgoodforyou! So here we go lmao

Rules: tag 15 ppl

5 things you’ll find in my bag:
1. Pens, so many pens
2. Hand sanitizer
3. A whistle shaped like an elephant
4. On a good day - granola
5. Keys

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:
1. Water bottles
2. Too many stuffed animals
3. My laundry basket
4. A mini fridge that’s not even plugged in - I use it as a table currently
5. A bajillion books

5 things I’ve always wanted to do:
1. Go to Greece & Rome
2. Become a poet
3. Get out of my hometown
4. Make something of myself
5. Adopt as many dogs as humanly possible

5 things that make me feel happy:

1. Writing
2. Poetry
3. Pretzel M&Ms
4. That warm feeling in your heart when you talk to your friends??? Y’all know what I’m talking about? That shit is bomb
5. Sleeping

5 things I’m currently into:
1. …Wrasslin
2. Annoying my mother until it’s time for me to return to college lmao
3. Peace Tea (a resurgence of my love for it from the 7th grade that has come back with a vengeance)
4. Does Braun Strowman count? We’re putting him here, I don’t care
5. Keeping my snapchat streaks up lmao

5 things on my to do list:

1. Get my FUCKIN LIFE TOGETHER
2. Take all the quizzes I still have that are due today
3. Start writing my research papers
4. Have a mental breakdown after looking at my work left
5. Convince my dog to stop being so dramatic

Lmaoooo we all know I am terrible at tagging the whole amount I’m supposed to, so…..here we go @bombomiver @macfizzle @she-reigns-in-this-yard @vprgirl1887 @mandazord and literally anyone else who wants to do it lmao

“ I’m dark-skinned, bro. When I’m around black people I’m made to feel “other” because I’m dark-skinned. I’ve had to wrestle with that, with people going “You’re too black.” Then I come to America and they say, “You’re not black enough.” I go to Uganda, I can’t speak the language. In India, I’m black. In the black community, I’m dark-skinned. In America, I’m British. Bro! “

Daniel Kaluuya by Jason Hetherington for Interview Magazine

‘Shiro ships are power imbalanced!’

You mean…

Shallura - In which Allura who smashed down a metal door with brute strength alone, and literally threw the man like a piece of meat? Both are young and forced into situations where they had to grow up before their time which is something they can sympathize and relate to with. Not to mention there’s a lot of things both us and Allura herself have yet to discover about her.
Fly Shiro, fly!

Shunk - They’re EQUALLY intelligent and Hunk is confirmed PHYSICALLY STRONGER and if he was more battle smart/fit, could actually wreck Shiro. Hunk would probably be the castle’s reigning arm wrestling champion! People seem to also forget Hunk isn’t a pushover, if something doesn’t seem right to him, he’s going to call shit out on it and would make sure something is done about it.

Shidge - Definitely has a power imbalance, look at this take-no-shit tiny nerd own Shiro on sheer intelligence alone. Pidge made a freaking functional satellite on her own out of random metal scraps just floating in space, and has killed a man Galra. No one is safe, not even Shiro.
I think it’s also good to point out that pretty much the majority of Shidge shipper DO NOT ship them at 14 and 25, so don’t give me any of that age shit. If you argue about why people make Pidge so small, fun fact: small people exist!

Sheith - Keith is a one man army, even when he got his arse handed to him by fucking spies with god only knows how much more battle experience under their belts, he’d keep going and fought on sheer tenacity alone and eventually figured his way out. Keith ain’t no delicate flower who’d bend over backwards just because he loves Shiro, the man has proven he’s willing to make sacrifices for the greater good, even if it’s going to hurt.

Shance - Granted it’s a bit hard to find evidence for (we’re only 2 seasons in, there’ll hopefully be more material for it in the future) but Lance has already proven to be very good at improvising and think quick in stressful situations, not to mention he ain’t their sharpshooter for nothing. Plus Lance is known for being a very social creature; he’d be insanely switched on when it comes to relationships, platonic, familial, romantic, or otherwise, and he clearly knows about self care especially from an emotional standpoint.

Can we please stop dismissing these characters quality traits just to shit on ships and treating them as if they were infants? And can we please stop slandering Shiro, the man has never done any abusive thing towards any of his teammates and would never do it willingly *coughcoughKurocoughcough*, and there’s more statements confirming he’s a teen than the supposed 25 so don’t even start. As I said, we’re only 2/8 seasons into the story, which means everyone on team Voltron is going to get development and grow in both their skills and as people; 6 more seasons of watching this group become terrifying forces of nature.

And if anything, if you want to protect anyone it should be this poor 4/5 year old. Baby’s been though enough already.

High☆Speed Free! Starting Days Event Report

The High☆Speed Free! Starting Days event was held at the Ryogoku Kokukigan Sumo Wrestling arena, the exact same location where the Free! Eternal Summer event two years ago was held. The biggest announcements of the event were the three planned Free! continuation movies:

1) Free! Timeless Medley ~絆 Bonds~
This will be a compilation of scenes from Free! Eternal Summer as well as new scenes relating to Makoto, Haruka, Rei, and Nagisa

2) Free! Timeless Medley ~約束 Promises~
This will be a compilation of scenes from Free! Eternal Summer as well as new scenes relating to Sousuke and Rin’s promise to him

3) Free! Take Your Marks
This will be a completely new full-length feature film following Haruka after he graduates from High School

For those interested in what happened during the Afternoon event, here’s a detailed report, so enjoy~

Keep reading

RvB High School AU

Mr. Washington

  • Principal
  • Bad principal
  • Everyone’s convinced he’s related to George Washington
  • Absolutely not related to George Washington
  • Sometimes takes over Coach Tucker’s job
  • Doesn’t make any decisions


Ms. Carolina

  • Secretary
  • Makes all the decisions
  • In a love-hate relationship with world geography teacher
  • Also in a relationship with the cook
  • In a constant mind battle with Coach Tex
  • Always losing to Coach Tex
  • once fought the wrestling coach once and won
  • Scariest member of staff, according to students


Mr. Simmons

  • Math teacher
  • Organized as fuck
  • Gets angry when kids mispronounce words like library and jewellery
  • In a love hate relationship with Mr. Grif
  • Wants to scream but isn’t allowed
  • Happy for the first two weeks of school and then miserable for the rest


Mr. Grif

  • Music teacher
  • Hates being called Mr. Grif
  • Everyone calls him Mr. Grif
  • Serenades Mr. Simmons with his ukelele
  • Constantly rejected by Mr. Simmons
  • Pranks students


Caboose

  • Tech Teacher
  • Hates being called Mr. Caboose
  • No one calls him Mr. Caboose
  • Widely accepted as one of the best teachers
  • Seriously how could you not love this ball of sunshine
  • Freckles is the robot dog he made
  • Best friends / Boyfriends with Mr. Church?? no one knows
  • Gets excited whenever kids make something cool
  • You literally can’t fail his class


Mr. Church

  • Physics teacher
  • Tired
  • Been teaching for 10 years
  • 8 cups of coffee
  • Class mostly consists of videos because he’s too tired to actually teach anything
  • Only time he gets excited is on test days, and then he gets an evil grin
  • Refuses to acknowledge the fact that him and Caboose work in the same building
  • Secretly doesn’t mind that him and Caboose work in the same building
  • Was married to Coach Allison a few years ago, but they got divorced when she left to join the millitary

Coach Tucker

  • Male PE coach
  • Doesn’t actually run or do anything that the students do
  • Sometimes let Junior take breaks
  • Absolutely treats Junior better than the rest of the kids
  • Accidentally swore at a kid once
  • Almost got fired on numerous occasions
  • Rumor has it he tried to flirt with the Mrs. Kai and got kicked in the face


Mrs. Kai

  • Health teacher
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll but has a very strict attitude when it comes to how her class is
  • Kind and sweet to the kids who get bullied
  • Absolutely kicked Coach Tucker in the face
  • Has a cute girlfriend named Emily who visits the school sometimes


Coach Allison

  • Female PE teacher
  • All her students love her
  • Constant mind battle with Ms. Carolina
  • Can and will turn her students into an army
  • Nothing can stop her


Mr. DuFresne

  • School Nurse
  • Awful at his job
  • The kind of nurse that gives ice packs for broken legs
  • Has a huge crush on the theatre director
  • Tried to speak at an assembly once and threw up
  • Only gave Donut permission to call him Doc
  • All the teachers call him Doc
  • All the students call him Doc too


Donut

  • Theatre director
  • Students call him Franklin, but his favorite students and the teachers call him Donut
  • Once did Legally Blonde as a play and the students swear he got a stupid grin whenever they sang “Gay or European”
  • Absolutely had got a stupid grin whenever they sang “Gay or European”
  • Only one that’s allowed to call Mr. DuFresne Doc
  • Dyes his hair a different colour every month 


Sarge

  • History Teacher
  • No one knows his real name
  • No seriously not even Washington knows and he employed him
  • Reenacts all battles
  • Laughs at his students
  • Will not retire
  • Absolutely needs to retire


Mr. Ortez

  • Spanish Teacher
  • Constantly bickering back and forth Mr. Gates
  • Very no-nonsense class
  • Yelled at the kids once because they wouldn’t stop signing to eachother
  • Everyone knows him and Mr. Gates are in a relationship but he’d never admit it


Mr. Gates

  • ASL Teacher
  • Every class is a wild ride with this man
  • You either get a super fun class or a miserable class
  • There is no in between
  • Taught his kids to swear in ASL
  • Also told his kids to piss of Mr. Ortez whenever they can
  • Loves messing with Mr. Ortez
  • Once broke into his classroom and put live frogs in his desk


Coach Maine

  •  Wrestling Coach
  • Speaks in whistles
  • Loud whistles mean you did something wrong
  • Quiet whistles mean you did something good
  • When whistles aren’t enough he gets principal Wash to translate
  • Sometimes principal Wash comes and watches his practices


Ms. CT

  • World Geography Teacher
  • Won’t listen to the students if they call her Connie
  • Only one that’s allowed to call her that is Ms. Carolina
  • In a love-hate relationship with Ms. Carolina
  • it’s mostly hate ngl


York

  • Cook
  • Refuses to be called chef because the food he makes is gross
  • Hates school food and will sometimes sneak in real food
  • Head over heels in love with Ms. Carolina
  • Steals cookies from students when they’re not paying attention

anonymous asked:

Imagine Nursey is touch-starved, but a little insecure about it and Dex is uncomfortable with PDA (It's none of their damn business anyway)

Hey, I…..got carried away. Here is 2.5k of NurseyDex cuddling! Hope you enjoy!

- c.g.


Dex had resolved upon his return to Samwell for his sophomore year to give Derek a chance.

They’d finally had the impending blowout that’d been building all year, and it had been… revealing, challenging.

Things had been said on both sides that were – not worth dwelling on. But, some of what Derek had said, voice raw, hair disheveled, eyes raging, no veneer of “chill” to be found, had been a wakeup call:

  • Will had a temper
  • Will shut people out - his classmates, his teammates, even his friends
  • Will seemed to openly support policy-makers that would keep his friends living in the margins
  • Will could do this because, whether he decided to own up to his bi-curiosity or not, Will was a white man

And while he’d called Nursey out on being a judgmental asshole, he’d also been a little floored by how raw, how hurt Nurse had seemed by Will’s standoffishness (dislike). It was jarring to realize that anything that he did even mattered to his d-man. He himself had been frustrated by Derek’s almost immediate disapproval, but everything about Mr. Andover-Manhattan had seemed to scream unshakable nonchalance.

But, by the end of their argument Dex had seen mirrored in Nursey’s eyes the same frustrating desire to be acknowledged and accepted that he was all too used to wrestling with himself. It was clear that Nursey had just had more practice hiding it than Dex had ever had to learn.

That look had pricked at Will’s conscience throughout the summer. Even after he’d apologized, he knew that something was going to have to change. He couldn’t justify causing anyone to feel self-conscious or unvalued, not if he was aware of it and could do something about it.

So, Dex had decided to just try with Nurse this year.

It meant he spent more time watching Nursey. Derek Nurse, he’d realized, would never willingly give away a weakness if he could (relatable, actually). So, if he was going to keep from losing his temper with Derek, he’d have to watch him. Watch for the glint in his eye that meant he was joking. Watch for the crease between his brows that meant he was tired. Watch for the biting of his thumb which meant he was nervous. Just watch him for any little sign of humanity that might make him make sense.

That’s why he noticed it:

  • The longing looks as Ransom and Holster snuggled…everywhere
  • The bittersweet edge to his smile when Shitty swooped Jack into an epic celly hug
  • The disappointment when Chowder pulled away during couch time to go hang out with Farmer

Dex, used to being around his own large and tactile family, recognized that familiar, touch-starved itch when he saw it.

It nearly drove him crazy last year, but his oldest sister had come down a few times for business and insisted on squeezing in as many sibling snuggles as she could.

But, Nursey doesn’t have siblings, and – as awesome and supportive as their team can be – it’s pretty clear that Derek’s not getting what he needs there, and that he’s likely too shy to ask.

Luckily for Derek, Dex’s sister doesn’t have a business trip planned for another few months and Dex, well, he likes efficiency. With one act he can 1.) stop watching Derek mope, 2.) meet his own snuggling quota 3.) maybe start mending the breach between them.


A year of roadies, shared classes, and group texting has taught him that Friday at noon is pretty universally acknowledged as NapTime™, at least among the SMH.

So, at 11:40, Dex changes into his softest sweats, his fuzziest socks, and the pre-laundered double-blended SMH tee he knows Bitty helped Lardo pick out, and heads over to Nurses dorm.

His timing is impeccable.

Nursey answers the door already groggy and cotton-clad. Dex barely gives him time to voice his confused query before pushing him backwards through the door.

“Dex, man, what the hell?”

Dex doesn’t even pause, just plops himself onto Nursey’s bed and starts pulling off his shoes.

“NapTime™, Nursey.”

After getting both shoes off and tucked neatly under the bed, Dex takes off his hoodie and throws it over the back of the chair by the desk.

“Yes, it is NapTime™. And you are here.”

Dex steals himself and looks up, meets Nursey’s very sleepy, very confused eyes. His lips twitch as he takes in the chill-less pout on his d-man’s face.

“Yes, Derek. To sleep.” He says it slowly. Nursey’s eyes narrow at the insinuation that he’s somehow the lost party here.

Dex merely shrugs and kicks his feet up onto the bed, laces his fingers behind his head and stares Nursey down.

He’s left Derek room on the inside of the bed, but the narrow twin bed the dorm’s come with mean that the only way they’re both fitting is for grade A snuggling.

Derek’s pout deepens as he tries to process what’s happening here, but Dex can see that either the invitation or the need to sleep is quickly superseding Derek’s needs for answers.

“This isn’t… You’re not gonna like… Gah – You did come over here to sleep in my bed, right?”

Dex nods.

“And this isn’t a prank?”

“No, man.”

Derek’s eyes flick over Dex’s face before he nods and shuffles toward the bed.

“I don’t know what’s happening here, but you forfeited chirping rights when you crawled in my bed. And judgement. You don’t get to judge me for –” he waves his hands around ineffectually. His eyes are already starting to close again.

“Yeah, ok. No judging. Now, get in bed.” Dex tugs at Nursey’s shirt, and Nursey stumbles and then tumbles over and onto Dex. And, instead of shifting over and away, snuggles further into Dex’s shoulder.

“No judging,” he hears Nursey mumble into his shoulder.

Dex sighs, content, and pulls his other hand from under Derek to sink into Nursey’s curls.

“Good night, Nurse.”


Dex wakes up to the feeling of Nursey attempting to burrow even further into him, burying his head even further into the crook under Dex’s chin.

“Settle down,” Dex grumbles.

His only reply is a groan and a tightening of Nurse’s arms around him. His sighs, content, briefly believing he be able to settle back into sleep. However, it takes less than a moment to understand why Nurse had been trying to hide away.

“You gotta get it. Alarm’s just gonna keep ringing.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Me neither, but you set it for a reason.”

“Mmm. Study group.”

“For your chemistry class. You gotta go.”

Dex feels more than sees Nurse’s head pop up. He rests his chiseled (read: bony) chin on Dex’s chest.

“You’ve got that project due soon.”

“I know that. Why do you?”

“Because you’ve been whining about it in the group text. A lot.”

Nursey’s still in that sleep-vulnerable place where emotions flit unchecked across his face. Dex watches the surprise play out over Derek’s face, his green eyes finally narrowing.

“You never read the group text.”

“Wrong,” Dex clears his throat. “I never talk in the group text.”

“Mmm,” Dex can feel Nursey’s hum vibrating through his own chest. “So you’ve been lurking. Like a creep.”

And in the space of a three words Dex can feel the familiar burn of his own temper rising up. His cheeks burn. He’s not a fucking creep. The group just moves so fast sometimes, and the jokes get so barbed or so obscure that –

“Just like Jack, man.” Derek’s finally dislodged his bony chin from Dex’s chest to nuzzle one last time into Dex’s shoulder. “Just quietly collecting info on everyone only to come out of the blue with a wicked burn when least expected.”

Derek’s body unfurls into one long stretch that presses along Will’s side before he pushes himself up from the bed, a grin flashing across his face as he starts swapping out his sweats for jeans.

“Respect, man.”

Dex watches from the bed as Nursey pulls his oversized t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. He shakes his head as he rifles around his dressers. The muscles of his back pull and bunch under bronze skin.

“Who fucking knew,” he hears Derek say, almost under his breath. “Will Poindexter, man of fucking mystery.”

Ridiculously chiseled abs disappear under a tight, white t-shirt. The t-shirt disappears under what’s surely a ridiculously expensive flannel.

Derek turns back to the bed where Dex has…..ridiculously been staring….unmoving.

“Feel free to stay as long as you want, man,” Derek says. He runs a hand through his curls. His shirt rises; he pulls it back down, covering the cut V of his hips over his jeans. “The door locks on its own.”

He spins, hip checks the dresser, curses, and grabs his bag.

“The door’s self-locking. And. Um. Thanks for the nap.”

Said door slams behind him.


Shared NapTime™ becomes a Thing.

The week after their first nap is tense. He keeps expecting Chowder to come flail at him about his mad cuddling skills or Holster to come clap him on the shoulder and ask if he can join NapTime™, too. But no one does.

He’s aware of Nursey’s eyes on him like they’ve never really been before, following him with a furrowed brow, probably waiting for the other shoe to drop, too.

But it never does.

And at 11:40 on Friday Dex knocks on Nursey’s door. He’s jumpy. Sleep-fuzzy, but antsy, bouncing on his feet.

“I can leave if you don’t want to,” Dex offers.

“Don’t. I mean – I want to. I don’t know why you want to, but –” Derek pulls his door further open.

Dex walks past, shedding his hoodie. It’d gotten overly warm last time.

“It’s simple, Nurse. I need sleep. You need sleep. There’s this bed here.” Dex pulls his shoes off.

“We’re gonna ignore the part where you have your own bed?”

Dex lies down and tugs on Nursey’s t-shirt, so he does the tumble-cuddle down onto the bed.

“Mmhmm,” he hums. “We’re ignoring it.”

Derek tosses a leg over one of Dex’s and throws an arm around his waist, tucks his head into Dex’s shoulder and relaxes.

“Whatever, man. Man of mystery.” He giggles to himself before quieting down to sleep.  


And so, yeah, they nap.

Once a week at first, and then more frequently as hockey season starts up rife with intense practices, games, and roadies.

It’s their secret. A private indulgence that slowly starts to inform their public interactions. Nothing crazy just:

  • You don’t hold grudges against the dude whose curls you plan on finger-combing later
  • You don’t pick petty fights with your bro when there’s soothing back-scratches on the line
  • You speak up when you’re confused about a biting joke when it seems at odds with the soft smiles you’ve been accustomed to waking up to
  • You check in when you notice stress tensing your d-man’s shoulders
  • You develop little inside jokes when you’re stumbling sleepily around each other’s rooms, tripping over discarded sweats and shoes
  • You accept a profile on his Netflix account when –

Listen, needless to say, Nursey becomes a friend – an adorably cuddly friend. Who turns out to be a complete dork. He was bashful smiles and sleep mussed hair. All cheesy lines (when not penning lines of poetry that send goosebumps up Dex’s arms) and clumsy limbs. It was revelatory to realize Nursey spent so much time artfully reclined because he could not keep himself upright and uninjured off the ice. It was probably to balance out his perfect fucking face.

Which…was not a problem for Dex. Not at all.


Nursey stumbles from Dex’s en suite (one of the few perks of living in the Honors’ dorm) and tumbles to the bed. Dex watches as Nursey kicks his sweats, long legs flail - flexing hard-won muscle. He flops when he’s finally gotten the last bit of fabric from around his ankle.

It’s clear that the last round of all-nighters and finals has left Nurse wiped.

“Deeeeex,” this can only be classified as a whine.

Dex smiles, but turns back to his laptop before he can succumb to the temptation behind him. Nursey may be finished with his all-nighters, but Dex still has one more in front of him.

“No can do, Der. One more project, and then I’m yours.”

Derek groans, but Dex hears him roll over and settle in anyway.

Dex stretches and gets to it.


He’s still got a blessed few hours before the sun rises when he finally crawls in bed. Nursey is deliciously sleep-warm and Dex curls right around him.

He’s met with an appreciative moan as Derek rolls over.

It’s customary. Derek sleeps on his belly – well, half on top of Dex – and usually flings an arm or leg (both, it’s usually both) over Dex.

What’s not customary:

“Babe,” Derek murmurs, pulling Dex in close. Derek’s hand sweeps up Dex’s side, caresses his neck, before burying itself into Dex’s hair.

Dex finds himself curled onto his side, Nursey’s leg wedged between his own.

“Will,” Nursey groans. Dex breathes the word in on Nursey’s breath. Nursey’s fingers combing through his hair send a shiver down his spine that leave him pressed closer to Derek.

“Missed you.” These – these words are pressed into his mouth. Derek’s perfect mouth brushes against Dex’s with a sweet, aching softness before –

“Shit!”

“Fuck!” Dex screams, curling around his balls. “Dammit, Nurse. Stop flailing. Shit. Stop. Stop it. Please. Just – give me a minute, yeah. But. Just chill for a sec, yeah?”

Nursey stops moving, finally. When will catches his breath, what he finds breaks his heart a little.

Derek’s curled himself into the smallest space he can, back against the wall, clearly trying not to touch Dex at all. He’s got his thumbnail between his teeth and, goodness, there’s fear in his mossy eyes.

“Derek, you gotta come here, ok. I’m sore and sleepy, and just, will you come here, please.”

“Will – Dex – shit. I’m sor–”

“Stop. Derek. You can apologize if it’s not something you want, and there’s some other Will-Dex you were thinking of. But, you know, on the off chance it was me – come here, dammit.”

Nursey crawls over to lean just over Dex.

Gosh, he’s adorable.

Dex reaches up, sinking a hand into Derek’s hair.

“Dex, bro, I –” Derek’s face sinks into an anxious pout. “You’re a really good cuddler. And hot. And your body. Shit bro, I’ve been trying to be good, but – don’t hate me?”

Dex huffs a laugh before forcefully rolling them over, careful to avoid Nursey’s knees.

“I gave up hating you, like, a whole 6 months ago. Keep up, Derek.”

Dex kisses the growing smile from Nursey’s face. His mouth opens beautifully, and for a time there’s nothing but the obscene slick and slide of Derek’s mouth, his tongue, and teeth.

It’s – god, it’s fucking good. But.

He presses his forehead to Nursey’s and revels in the feel of Derek’s hands roaming under shirt. Skin to skin.

“You’ve no idea how much I want to follow this to it’s natural end, bro, but – NapTime™ first?”

Dex grins.

“Mmhmm. Sleep first. This,” he presses a kiss to Derek’s forehead as they settle in. “This after.”

Okay so I was tagged by @alexablss to do this fun lil accent challenge. And I hate the way I sound when I talk lmao so this was an experience. But here we are. Alright so I guess I challenge @wweimaginesandoneshots @screamersdontdance and @omgmissmillie lmao idk. And anyone else who sees this and wants to do it.
questions: 
-name and URL
-pronounce words: aunt, roof, route, theater, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, New Orleans, pecan, both, again, probably, Alabama, lawyer, coupon, mayonnaise, pajamas, caught, naturally, aluminum, gif, Tumblr, crackerjack, doorknob, envelope, GYOP
-what is it called when throwing toilet paper on a house?
-what do you call the contraption to push groceries around in a store?
-name of bubbly carbonated drink?
-name of gym shoes?
-what do you call your grandparents?
-what do you use to change the tv channel?
-choose a book and read some of it
-do you think you have an accent?
-do you know anyone from tumblr in real life?
-three words to end on

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Chile imagine being in a relationship with Finn Balor, Drew Mcintyre, and Pete Dunne.. Them accents alone…

@thiickreigns @lexis-the-stick-figure @virginiawolfwolf @queenreignsempire @vivalavonvon @ii-love-roman-reigns @flawlessglamazon @geektastic1100 @gericakoob1 @24k-black-girl-magic-baby @ajleenation99 @hardykat @littledeadrottinghood @purplegirl20 @rocketgirl2410 @m-a-t-91 @romanempirefics @lavitabella87 @roman-reigns-empire-1996 @roman-reigns-princess @wwesavedme @wwefanatic91 @sonjashuterbugjohnson @arrowtothecrown @ambrosegirlforever

SUPER BEST FRIENDS ZINE-BATSU VOL.2!! -SUMMER SLAM EDITION!

Hey Scrublords, we’re looking for artists like YOU for a volume 2 of the Super Best Friends ZINE-batsu, since the last was such a hit!


SUPER BEST FRIENDS ZINE-BATSU VOL. 2: Best Friends Summer-slam!

It’s summertime! Summah-summah-summah-time! And we want YOU! That’s right! YOU. to submit your Super Best Friends Summer-Slam themed artwork. Just like last time this will be a PDF only release available for free.


I want to submit!

That’s awesome, but how do you do that? How does this submission process work?

By submitting your portfolio for review via this submission form.

We’ll need your name (real or user name), links to your art blog and / or portfolio, a brief summary of who you are and why you’d like to join. We’d love to get to know you a little!  As well as what your idea might be if you have one.
(* If your idea changes from the initial application, that’s A-okay. This is not meant to be concrete, just to get a feel for what ideas are coming in. The creative mind is ever changing!)

Please submit your application form by 06/30/2017

A week later on 07/07/2017 accepted artists will be notified and on 07/08/2017 they will be announced publically.


What kind of art can I submit?

Any and all works related to the Best Friends and Zaibatsu lore will be accepted.
(** Make sure to keep the theme summer related.)


Allowed: Woolie stealing pies on the beach, Matt wrestling David Cage at a picnic,  Pat and Elmo taking a trip to Japan, but Pat’s too short to ride any of the rides so Elmo has all the fun without him.

Not allowed: Random crossovers not related to Zaibatsu Lore or relate to their individual interests of the Zaibatsu  NSFW, underage, derogatory imagery, and shipping of the Best Friends themselves. ( *i.e Woolie randomly in a dress while eating a banana lustfully…or something … like that.)

Accepted Artists: Please make sure your submitted works are 150 DPI and 8" x 10’’ (portrait preferred) as a HQ PNG file.


SUBMISSION DATES (PST)

06/30, 12:00 am - Portfolio submissions end.
07/07, 10:00 pm - Notification of acceptance.
07/08, 5:00 pm - List of artists publically announced.
08/04, 12:00 am - Final submission due.
08/11 - Release Date!


SO GET CRACKIN’ FOLKS! SEE YOU(R ART) LATER FUCKERS! >:P

Malice in Wonderland - The 3 Scorpio Evolutions Scorpio is a deeply complex and fascinating sign. The musical ubiquity of Fixed fire and water fusing in Plutonian nuclear power exacerbates the intensity of an individual given potential to express three evolutionary levels of consciousness. The shadowy scorpion, high flowing eagle and transcendental phoenix represent multidimensional pillars in the Scorpio psyche and the reserves of energy. The ruler of Scorpio is Pluto, the Roman god of the underworld; associating this sign with dying, multiple ego death, reincarnation, occult studies, transformation and frequent personality overhauls. Looking back on their lives, Scorpio individuals see the resonant photographs of their former selves and shells of older characters. Not all Scorpio people manage to grow phoenix wings, or express the venomous scorpion features, and yet all Scorpio’s possess the indwelling potential to ascend into spiritual flight. Voices of ancestors, cryptic etheric imprints, residual past life trauma and fixed, frozen water line the Scorpio consciousness and develop organic, and seemingly inorganic processes that erupt from the subconscious. Before we are allowed to progress from Scorpio to Sagittarius, we are forced to wrestle the serpent in the Orphicus constellation through the Ascelpius cradle, the healing child of Chiron, suggesting an evolutionary healing process and the acquisition of cryptic universal secrets are the tools for cosmic combat and the passageway through to the Sagittarian light.

The characteristics of the lower evolved scorpion individual are more widely recognised and seemingly more pronounced throughout society. This could relate to the mainstream media’s fascination with dismal, questionable personalities and frequent reports on crime and injustice that illuminate the darker shade of human consciousness. Anger, aggression, destructive defense mechanisms, malice and jealousy are scorpion characteristics which may spill into illegal and contemptuous activity. There tends to be an overwhelming, uncontrollable desire for power and a strong resistance to suppressive figures or moral authority. The scorpion traditionally represents the animal crawling low along the earth but having its sting on automatic reflex. Many examples of scorpion energies are found in politics and corporate looting where the Mars influence strangles water. Tony Abbott, the Prime Minister of Australia is a classic exemplification of the lowest evolved Scorpio. His years as opposition leader tugged politics into a murkier low when attacks on the government targeted character and deceived the public into falsely voting for the opposition. During the a hung parliament when trying to win the votes of the independents, Abbott informed member Tony Windsor, “ I would do anything for this job. The only thing I wouldn’t do is sell my arse, but I’d have to give serious thought to it.” His policies are frequently dismantled to suit corporate interests and act under the investment of bodies who promised the lure of power. Tony Abbott is an example of a Scorpio who sold his soul for a taste of power. There maybe altruistic pangs to improve humanity, though many will attain their authoritative position and have no plans to implement a better collective change. Kundalini energy may be directed to its lowest form of sexual promiscuity or aggression. There may be a desire for immortality, and a reactive and nebulous fear of death.

The Scorpio eagle has managed to ascend beyond some of the Mars fire, although the shadowy side still makes its presence known. The eagle has developed insight to the darker aspect of his personality and makes a conscious effort to dissociate the two from each other. There are resounding business, political and justice seeking energies here although practices may cross into unethical territory. The eagle wrangles with the scorpion paranoia and intrinsic distrust of society at large. Most people are viewed as being potential harmful and fierce psychological defense mechanisms are erupted in self protection. Life’s mysteries, universal laws, life, death and the occult are alluring fascinations and both white and black magic may be experimented with. The eagle begins to take flight and harness the deep profound Pluto energies, the feminine wisdom of water and develop a soaring eyed view of the world. The intrinsic urges to merge with others on a deeper level than the physical begins transpiring, and the awareness of a psychic relation between others develops. While the scorpion may be concerned about primal sex needs void of intimacy, the eagle desires a deeper, emotional communion. They will typically strike without warning, indulge in some sleuth activity and negotiate dark impulses when it comes to justice seeking and neutralizing society’s imbalance.

In their travels through forbidden realms, the divine Scorpio phoenix has experienced multiple ego death across his lifetime. The stinging scorpion and shaky eagle has metamorphised into an illuminated, transcendent healing force that can transform anyone in their presence. The universal symbol of medicine; the double snake encircled under wings is a reflection of the Scorpio phoenix and the transcendent healing potentials. Plutonian energy relates to X-Rays, pharmaceuticals, etheric healing, natural sorcery and herbal medicine. The occult wisdom of centuries is conveyed through their incredible empathy and rich, mystical inner life. The phoenix is aware of his vengeful, shadow side and has swallowed the demons to give him power, a greater power, the one he has realised stems only from, and to, love. This is the embodiment of destruction becoming the highest form of creation, where they rise from the ashes of their own obliteration and claim a new life blood. Scorpio phoenix individuals can reach meditative trance states, gifts of prophecy, astral travel and psychic awareness; and many become acclaimed spiritual healers, clairvoyants and travelers who scatter their healing light and love across humanity. I know a Scorpio phoenix who runs a renowned corporate business and remains a charming, kind and engaged employer. As soon as he finishes work, he rips of his business suit, practices meditative bonding with this partner and goes off to teach a class on sun salutation and tai chi. He channels his volatile intensity into scattering his divine wisdom about life and death and promoting interpersonal warmth amongst humanity. You really get the feeling there is so much light just bursting within the surface, and he lives quite a conservative daily life with a rich, personal night spirit. The phoenix is largely concerned with universal mysteries, investigating magic and their contribution of humanity. They are aware of god indwelling, the divine force firing within them and negotiate their potential with this power. Phoenix Scorpio are survivors. Emotionally, they may perish in the ashes of their own destructive nature, but they can also fly and erupt into the most beautiful, soul glowing shooting star.