god i feel like a newbie

Roman Reigns - First Impressions

Roman Reigns - You were doing the whole ‘unstable’ gimmick with Jon Moxley in CZW when you were wrestling together. Now you’re coming to the WWE and Dean introduces you to his best pal. 

Requested by - Anon 

Warnings - Swearing

Word Count - 1073 Words.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

*Your POV*

Finally, I thought as I stood in front of the doors to the performance centre of my long awaited destiny; the WWE For a large majority of my wrestling career I had wrestled for a famous; or should I say - infamous independent circuit. Combat Zone Wrestling, or CZW. Over the many years I had been their resident crazy woman I had seen many now WWE superstars come and go, regarding the likes of: Kevin Owens, Luke Harper, Sami Zayn and my then partner in crime and best friend Jon Moxley - better known now as Dean Ambrose. You see Mox and I were always regarded as CZW’s very favourite unstable, sadistic and crazy couple - although we were never together. He was much more like my older brother, always looking out for me and pulling me out of whatever shit I had gotten myself into. When he left to join the WWE - or FCW as it was at the time and i remained CZW’s crazy lady we had lost touch, most likely due to the hectic schedule he had unknowingly catapulted himself into. But today I got to surprise him and I just couldn’t wait. I took in a big breath as I pushed the heavy door ready to be reunited with my oldest and bestest friend - you see Triple H had arranged for Dean to train with a newbie, except he didn’t tell him that it was me. Boy was he in for one hell of a surprise.

From right across the gym I noticed his muscular frame and signature shaggy hair yet he was standing next to my ultimate man crush - the 6'3, Samoan hunk; Roman Reigns. I could feel a crimson blush already rising on my cheeks and my knees go weak. God I was fan girling like some school girl - you’re a grown ass woman. Pull yourself together woman i scolded myself mentally. I looked back up at the two men and noticed Dean had moved slightly away from Roman - there was my perfect opportunity. I gently placed my bag on the floor and ran towards him jumping on his back, smothering in some sort of bear hug.

“MOXXXXXXXX” I screamed loudly as I hung off of his muscular frame giggling profusely. I felt him tense up in fear, as if he thought some crazy fangirl had found him - but I smirked knowing that he’d recognised my distinct voice and the greeting that was always given during our CZW days. He chuckled reaching behind him to pull me down in front of him - as i saw Roman looking on with a some what amused look.

“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing here, ya crazy bitch?!” Dean questioned enthusiastically pulling me in for a hug.

“Er I am the newbie, dumbass” I shoved his shoulder and flipped my hair in his face. “I finally made it” I smiled up at the brotherly like figure in my life.

“I’m fucking glad ya did kid” he spoke gruffly as he ruffled my hair. I slapped his hands away and tutted at him.

“One, I am not a kid! Two, you fully just fucked up my hair” I feigned annoyance which ultimately just ended up in giggles. My eyes averted away from Dean’s baby blues and were immediately drawn to the chocolate brown eyes of the Samoan hunk who was standing just to the left of me and Dean. I blushed a light shade of pink as I saw him give me a wink. Dean’s rough voice interrupted the impromptu stare off between Roman and I.

“You’ll always be a kid in my eyes” he spoke; once again messing my hair up as I rolled my eyes at my best friend. “Oh shit, I should introduce you two shouldn’t I?” he chuckled. “Roman this is Y/N, Y/N this is Roman” I smiled and craned my next to look up at the god-like human being standing in front of me. God Y/N stop acting like a school girl around him I once again scolded myself.

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’ve heard a lot of things about your from my boy” his silky smooth voice spoke; effectively turning turning my legs to jelly. He offered his arms out for a hug which I accepted. God he smelt so good. Just as Roman and I pulled away from the hug someones phone bleeped, I turned round to see Dean shooting and annoyed glance at the phone.

“Ugh Sorry Y/N I have to go, Renee just got here and she needs help with Blue - aye Ro give her my number? See ya later kid” he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before hurriedly leaving the training centre. I once again rolled my eyes at the nickname.

“Guess it’s just us then Babygirl” Roman spoke as he scribbled Dean’s number on a piece of paper before handing me it. The still present crimson smattering upon my cheeks turned a few shades deeper as I registered the new, much more favourable nickname from Roman. I took the bit of paper from his hands and sparks flew through me as our hands made the tiniest slither of contact. “

Thank you, and yeah it is. We may as well do something productive” i laughed going towards my gym bag; that was until Roman’s voice stopped me.

“Hey Y/N, would you uh maybe be interested in going to lunch with me” He spoke nervously rubbing the back of his neck - this time it being his time to blush. I looked up at him and smirked as he bit his lip apprehensively.

“Yeah I would really like that” I spoke shyly, zipping my gym back back up and turning to face him. I saw that all signs of hesitance had been washed away from his features.

“I know a great restaurant about five minutes away” he offered, taking my gym bag from your small hands and leading you out of the door; a hand placed gently on the small of my back. What a gentleman he is.

“Sounds perfect” i smiled sweetly. As we were walking my mind wandered to it’s own thoughts; What a day! I got back in touch with my best friend and now! Now I’m on an unofficial date with The Guy - Roman Reigns. That is what I would call a good day.

Tags - @m-a-t-91

A/N Hey guys!! Roman request finally up. This is in 1st person which is completely different to how i usually write to if the POV changes at any point and i haven’t realised I’m sorry!! But i hope you all like it - oh and i still suck at titles ~ Moxxii

Arrow 5x18 “Disbanded” Review: Bonds of Brotherhood

Oh, boy. I don’t know what’s happening. But Arrow has gone three for three in its latest episodes. That may not seem like a big deal in seasons past but for season five, it’s a huge deal. Let me put it to you this way: The last hiatus we went on I was praising God and thanking Him for His mercifulness. This time around I’m cursing the sky asking why a season that feels like it finally started is taking a break after three episodes. This feels like the show I used to know, focused on the characters I love most. Tonight’s episode was essentially a love song to my Brotp: Quiggle. All the feels.

Originally posted by artlstheweapon

The episode is named “Disbanded” because Oliver has decided to shutdown Team Arrow in light of his time and “secret” confession to Adrian Chase last week. The newbies are all long, “Now what?” and Diggle once again steps up to the plate. No surprise there. Diggle is steadfast. And it was so rewarding to see David Ramsey be given a storyline with some meat on it. I know a lot of was a bit of treading old ground, but Ramsey has a way of delivering it so it didn’t feel like a scratched disc repeating. And I know a lot of it feels tired because this is like the 10282 time that Diggle has had to have these conversations with Oliver. And I do agree. Arrow really needs to retire these old story beats because they’ve been beaten to death.

I think what also helped make these scenes feel a little fresher than normal was the context. Oliver is broken down. He truly believes the worst in himself. It’s not just that he doesn’t feel like there is any goodness in him. It’s that he feels what he believed was goodness was all a lie—a mask to hide this perversion, this aberration in his soul. Oliver is wrapped in shame in this episode. Which is worse: Believing there is nothing good in your life or learning that what you thought was good was all a lie? Either way, this false confession has broken Oliver’s will. The fight has gone out of him. The fire in him dampened. All throughout his five years away, there was always a spark in him—even when he was prepared to die just to escape the insanity of it all—there was always a bit of fire in him to give him the will to carry on.

In “Disbanded,” Diggle fights hard to reignite that will in Oliver. It’s not easy. But as Diggle said, it doesn’t matter how hard Oliver makes it on him, Diggle will never ever give up on him. And that moment made all the difference in the world—just like I said it would last week. I knew it was going to come down Diggle and Felicity. It always does; as it should. They’ve been there the longest and have seen him through the worst. Diggle started it; Felicity’s role will start in a bit.

The Bromance of All Bromances

The Diggle and Oliver scenes truly stole the show. David Ramsey was MVP this week.

There was a lot riding on this episode. First, because it had to keep up the momentum from the last couple of episodes. This kind of energy has been absolutely non-existent in season five and it’s not something that Arrow can afford to lose now that it’s finally gaining traction so late in a season. Second, it had a huge burden to carry from that “revelation” of Oliver’s last week in 5x18. It couldn’t tailspin into making Oliver a serial killing sociopath and it also couldn’t pretend the moment never happened. This episode was successful at both.

In many ways, “Disbanded” was a better episode than it probably should have been. Much of it focused on things we’ve already been through before and been given answers to. Thus there really was no tension in certain parts. Nevertheless, the episode doesn’t falter for this; because this episode is character driven. Oliver leaving the team isn’t a big deal; it’s already proven that it can carry out without him—it’s done it the last two seasons. Not to mention that the team (and this season’s theme) is Oliver’s legacy. That’s the whole point—so naturally it would (and should) carry on long after Oliver (and whatever iteration of his team) is gone. If it could all cave in when he walks away (or, God forbid, dies) then it was never much of a legacy to begin with.

But Oliver has built something to last here. And that matters. Because the team is meant to do good. Thus, not everything Oliver does, or touches, turns bad.

The fact that it held up already disproved Chase’s mind game. The Team was an extension of Oliver’s crusade to save the city. If it was so morally corrupt—a ruse for a sociopath’s killing spree—it would have collapsed like a house of cards when Oliver stepped away. The Team wouldn’t have felt compelled to fight for their leader’s soul.

But Oliver couldn’t see that in this episode. He was in a dark space and he was spiraling. His deal with Anatoly and the Bratva was the last move of a man with nothing left to lose. He believes he has no soul so he’s really bartering nothing away with the Bratva; if he makes this move without the inclusion of his team than he is not risking their souls. Oliver believes he enjoys killing; so what the hell is it if he helps Anatoly steal drugs to pay for a hit on another serial killer? For where Oliver’s head is at right now, it makes perfect sense.

Originally posted by celestial-thoughts

I have to say that I simply love it when I write things up in a review and then in the very next episode Arrow proves my argument. I just love it because it means Arrow and I are on the same page. And I feel like they read my review from last week and then wrote, filmed and aired this episode. (I know it’s not really how it happened but it feels so good to once again be in sync with my show.)

Last week I said that for all Adrian Chase’s boasting he had foolishly underestimated the bonds between Oliver, Diggle and Felicity. They had Oliver say as such to Felicity when he said they needed the one thing Chase didn’t plan for—her.

They even backed me up with the Bratva flashback/present storylines. Love it!

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JDox Headcanons Masterpost

So, Carolina @mogaimermaid​ and I have been slowly but surely destroying each other with our JDox headcanons and I decided to compile them into one soul-crushing, earth-shattering, angst-inducing, tear-producing, heart-palpitating masterpost. Read at your own risk.

Note: this will be updated as we continue to scream at each other.

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Okay wow this is my first time submitting stuff so I’m a bit nervous but imagine:

Reader being an OverWatch newbie, just recruited to the new OverWatch and getting assigned to a mission or something with McCree. Newbie is just like “WAIT the INFAMOUS OUTLAW??? THAT GUY? HOLY SHIT. OH MY GOD. I HEARD HE HELD UP A TRAIN.” and being confused by McCree’s chill cowboy demeanor and keeping an eye on him the whole time on mission like “Okay this guys a criminal he’s going to do something shady. I’ve got my eye on you cowboy.” but no he’s sweet and flirts with them a bit so they are feeling a bit flustered and oh no he’s hot. Eliminated Reader.

I feel like an Autistic person would be the best possible teamup for a newbie werewolf.

Like, we already understand sensory overload and having borderline supersenses, and all the downsides that come with those. We get not liking when things don’t smell right. And depending on the specialist subject, we may already know all the shit about werewolf myths (God knows, I do).

The Shape Of Hops To Come (Neshaminy Creek)

Brewery : Neshaminy Creek
Beer : The Shape Of Hops To Come
Style : Double IPA / Imperial IPA
Variance : None

9 / 10

Neshaminy Creek has knocked it out of the park with this one. They spit in their hands (not in the beer), adjusted their cups, kicked up some dirt, and straight Barry Bonds this brew. This shit is a downright delicious balanced out hop bomb unlike the kind that Iran has apparently been within “2 months” of completing for the past 3 years. I’m going to take a guess here and say that the shape of hops to come would sound a lot like the Refused album “The Shape Of Punk To Come” which is fucking amazing just like this brew. This starts with a heavy hop bitterness while intensifying more in the middle with a mix of the almost oniony and tropical hop flavors while slightly sweetening towards the end with all the flavors coming together for a great finish. Now I’ve read that people put this brew above Heady Topper and honestly it’s up there with the best double IPAs I’ve ever had, but I’d still put Heady above this. This is the best beer I’ve had from Neshaminy Creek and I really wish this beer was out all year round because the fact that it’s that hard to come across is a god damn tragedy. I feel like if the beer market was a pair of leather pants then this beer would be Lenny Kravitz’s pierced dong busting through the shelves making “big” waves and destroying almost all of it’s competition. This is a must drink for all the hop heads and hopophiles out there and pretty much a damn fine brew for just all beer lovers in general. Not the best entry point for newbies due to it’s heavier hop flavors and it’s 9.5% ABV but still something to look forward to.  

Written by: Steve B.

carrow  asked:

Okay but imagine Bellarke in Modern AU. With Sunday brunches on the back porch and whispered I love yous when no one else is listening...

Thank you! <3 It is now 1am and I need some fluff and angst and countryside Bellarke in my life so let’s go!

Also on AO3

They start off as a storm. Bellamy is an earthquake, Clarke is sure. If people were natural disasters, he’d be the ground shaking beneath her feet, earth shattering, beautiful but deadly. 

And still, she loves him. Loves the same guy who made fun of her red boots she showed up to the town council meeting that first week. That’s what you do when you decide to leave a big city behind, move back to your grandparents’ farm, feed the chickens and get your hands dirty. 

“Well, if it isn’t the city princess,” he crows, leaned back in his chair, so self-assured with a smirk resting upon his face. His curls look like a crown and Clarke can’t help a blush.

Of course she sticks out like a sore thumb.

But she’s also an asshole so there is that.

“Someone has got to teach you peasants how to behave,” she shoots back, making him gape and everyone else laugh after a pause. Raven Reyes, the town mechanic, is the first one to clap her on her back and say that they are friends now. 

And Bellamy - well, Bellamy comes around eventually, when her car breaks down and she’s stranded by the side of the road with her phone battery drained, crates of tomatoes in the back of her grandpa’s run-down truck that works on will power alone. 

She’s just bemoaning leaving the city with all its commodities behind, hands gripping the steering wheel and tears dropping into her lap, when Bellamy knocks on the window and startles her.

“You need help, Princess?”

“Not from you.” It even sounds weak so Bellamy chuckles, leans on the roof of the truck, looking like if he has no intention of leaving. “Go on, get out of here! Go mock someone else!”

His brow furrows in part-confusion, part-offense. “You think I’m mocking you?”

“Oh, and you’re shocked?” 

A beat of silence, nothing but crickets chirping. Summer is going to come soon, Clarke knows. The country shows you that with grass getting greener, sun scorching your skin, crickets and grandmas busting out their best iced tea recipes. 

She loves it so much. It’s even worth tolerating assholes for it.

But Bellamy stays silent, just leaning on her truck with a deeply puzzled look in his eyes. This close, she can see his freckles, even in the dusk, can see the scar above his upper lip, how he makes this whole town feel like it’s bigger than it actually is.

How he seems like a fallen star that accidentally stumbled upon Earth and decided to stay there.

(She doesn’t think about dog adoption programmes he organizes. Doesn’t think about how she runs into him in the library, when he’s reading greek myths to kids, doesn’t think about how that makes her smile. Doesn’t do that. Not at all.)

“Blake, you alright?” she asks at last, rolling her window down. He doesn’t move for another second and then he spins into motion, crouching so his chin is on level with the window.

“I’m really sorry, you know? You didn’t deserve all the shit I gave you.”

It punches the breath out of her lungs and she’s still not sure if he’s teasing her, never can be with Bellamy Blake - as soft as a pillow in the morning and then as rough as the sandpaper she used to fix her grandparents’ back porch. 

He’s a paradox.

And she’s still an asshole so she gets out of the truck, reaches into the crate in the back and throws a tomato at him, red stain blooming on his thigh as he stares on in shock.

“That’s for being a dick.”

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anonymous asked:

Everyone says when doing some research on the Greek Gods to read things such as the odyssey or the like, but we all know the some versions of classic writing like that can be better than others... So, these are the questions that I put forth. What are your favorite versions of some of the classics? And what are some versions that are accurate, easy reading for newbies? Feel free to phone a friend.

You know, honestly, I am a HUGE fan of Robert Fitzgerald, and his translation of the Odyssey will always have a place in my heart, but Martin Hammond’s 2000 translation is good too. Fitzgerald structured it into unrhymed poetry with irregular stanza and line lengths. It’s pretty easy to read. Hammond kept some of the structure of poetry, with strong sentence structure, flowery prose, and plenty of repetitive expressive statements. Samuel Butler may have produced one of the easiest reads, since his is basically prose, and his version is available pretty much everywhere. Richmond Lattimore is probably one of the most faithful translations though, and he manages to keep it in hexameter, but it can be a difficult read. Fitzgerald is probably my favorite though.

Re: The Kemetic Watch Tag and recent drama

I haven’t given my opinion for fear of loosing the respect of my peers and those I look up to in the community, but I need to take that step and draw a line in the sand.

Both sides are right.

We need a more positivity in the community, we need less aggression, we meed more understanding and communication, and the only way we are going to do that is by being the change, I agree with @heqaiitw’s post.

However, the Kemetic Watch Tag is important. It’s important because it is a communal space, that we can all access to tag those who need to be watched. Not “problematic”, that makes it seem trivial and a joke, the tag is for those who may be a threat.

I’m sure many of us remember Oracle of Anubis. For those who don’t, a while ago there was a person going around in the community by the name of Oracle of Anubis. He was a charming (I’ve been told) and okay guy if you didn’t dig too deep, but turned out to be horribly abusive and manipulative. A few different people got hurt because they weren’t aware of his past dangerous behaviour.

Different members of the community were attempting to figure out how this could be avoided in the future, because unfortunately with tumblrs’ systems, if you don’t follow the right people, you may miss the warnings and PSA’s that were going around.

Thus the tag was born.

Now you may be saying “Well yeah, manipulation and abuse, we need to be aware of that, but the tag is being abused now.” I’m going to say this “How?” It was made to stop community members getting hurt. That’s what it’s attempting to do. The posts may have a tone that hints at bratty drama, but from what I have observed and read, it all comes from a place of love for the community and a desire to help.

The tag was made very recently, with a few distinct guidelines, and as all new programs will need some refining, but I feel that once it gets off the ground, and into a positive place, it would be helpful to hand out too newbies. The tag can also include guides on how to spot these behaviours, and ways in which you can help protect yourself.

I consider all of you in the community my extended spiritual family, and like every (ideal) family, we are all looking out for one another. We are just going about it in the ways we know how. Some of us (who seem to all follow war related gods, I’m looking at you Set) attack the problem head on, other desire to use more peaceful and passive tactics, modelling by example, both of these are needed. Both the tag, and the positive change. Lets work together to make both of these a reality and mend the rift I’m starting to see.

Because I know that we can.


TL;DR: Tag is needed, positive change is needed, I love you all, lets make a hybrid plan/compromise.