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@hynpos Mythology Event
Favorite Norse Deity → Baldur

Lay down your arms, my fellow man! Let peace reign among us today. Wash the blood clean form your hands, fill your flagon with ale and honeyed mead. Let us give thanks to Baldur, with flowers and gold woven in his hair! He brings the light of joy, love and kindness into our hearts to quell the passion of war that boils in out veins. Drink, brothers and sisters! We are in the Light God’s court today.

Prize of a Lifetime

Thanks to the person who sent in the request for this one. Hope you like it! And sorry it’s taken me longer than expected to get it posted for you! Also, I wrote the last part of this from my phone, so I’m sorry if there are any grammar errors. It’s harder to write from my phone than it is my laptop.

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You and Enzo Amore had been married for two days, and it was your first night back at work since getting married. You had the wedding of your dreams where you married the man of your dreams. Now it was back to work for a few weeks before you and Enzo got to go on your honeymoon after all the chaos of Wrestlemania was over and enjoy married life.

You were standing backstage at RAW talking to your sisters, Brie and Nikki Bella.

“I still can’t get over how gorgeous you were. That dress fit like it was made for you! Enzo couldn’t keep his eyes off you!” Nikki said.

“Zo can’t keep his eyes off her whether she’s wearing a wedding dress or not,” Brie said with a smirk.

“How you doin?” Enzo asked as he came over to you and draped his arm around your shoulders.

Your lips curved into a smile as you looked up at him. You and Enzo had been together a few years, and he still managed to give you butterflies.

“How you doin?” You playfully said back.

He leaned in and kissed your cheek before pulling away, “How you doin?”

You giggled as you looked up at him. “How you doin?”

“How you doin?” He said before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your other cheek.

“How you doin?” You said before you reached up on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck. He snaked his arms around your waist.

“I’m doin’ good baby. Got my sexy little wife with me.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

“Oh, aren’t you two just the cutest?” You heard a familiar Russian accent say.

You pulled away from Enzo and turned to see Lana and Rusev standing a few feet from you

“Can we help you with something?” You asked as you turned and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“We just wanted to congratulate you on the wedding,” Lana said.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at her. Rusev and Lana had never really been friends with you and Enzo. You had hung out with them a couple of times at parties your sisters threw, but that was it.

“I mean we can’t all marry real men,” Lana said as she smiled at Rusev before looking at Enzo. “So I’m glad you’re happy with your boy.”

“Enzo is more of a man than Rusev could ever hope to be.” You said as you looked at her.

“That’s not what I hear. From what I hear there’s only one word to describe Enzo in the bedroom…”

“You want me to spell it out for you?” Rusev added followed by laughter from both of them.

“Hey babe, look what we got over here…” you said as you looked at Enzo.

Enzo gave you a smirk before saying, “a cuppa haters? Rusev, man, you don’t have to pick on me just because you’re shooting blanks in the bedroom.”

“Don’t you talk about my husband like that!” Lana said as she stepped in front of Rusev and got in Enzo’s face.

“Why don’t you step aside and let the men talk?” Enzo asked. “Besides we all know why he really married you, and it wasn’t for your brains.”

Lana gasped before reaching out and slapping Enzo across the cheek. This had you seeing red. You and Enzo could take jokes. But nobody touched your man and got away with it.You stepped in front of Enzo, just inches from Lana’s face.

“Touch my husband again, and it will be the last thing you ever do.” You threatened.

“Lana, let’s go,” Rusev said grabbing her hand and pulling her away before you could do anything.

The tension between you and Enzo and Rusev and Lana continued for the next several weeks. Dirty glances as you passed backstage, them trying to spread rumors about Enzo cheating behind your back, along with a lot of other petty little things.

It was when you overheard Lana talking to a couple of the other women backstage about how Enzo had to settle for marrying you after he couldn’t have her, that you broke. You were tired of the talking behind your back and the high school games she was playing. You guys were professional wrestlers. You didn’t handle your problems with gossip backstage. You take it to the ring and settle it there. So you went straight to Stephanie and demanded a one on one match with Lana.

“If you want to settle this. Let’s settle this. You will get your one on one match with Lana at Wrestlemania.” Stephanie said.

“Thank you so much, Steph.”

Later that same night Enzo was having a tag match with Cass against Gallows and Anderson when Rusev came out and interfered for no reason, costing Enzo and Cass a chance at going to Wrestlemania.

Enzo was furious and went straight to Stephanie demanding a one on one match with Rusev. Instead, Stephanie had a better idea. She changed the match at Wrestlemania from a one on one match to a mixed tag match. It would be you and Enzo vs. Rusev and Lana.

The build up to your match continued over the next few weeks leading up to Wrestlemania. Before you knew it, it was the big day, and you couldn’t wait to finally get your hands on Lana.

That was until it was actually time for the match. You stood in the Gorilla position as you waited for the match before you to finish. You could feel your heart racing as you heard the cheers and boos. The crowd was electric. This was it. One of the biggest matches in your career. It was Wrestlemania 33 in Orlando, Florida. You were a two-time Women’s Champion. But this was your first Wrestlemania, and the butterflies were alive in your stomach.

“You ready for this, baby?” You heard Enzo say as he walked up to you.

“I don’t think I can do this, Zo…”

“What are you talking about? You’re going to steal the show out there. And I’ll be out there with you.” He said as he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side.

“Zo, I can’t. There are so many people out there…what if I miss a move and get hurt? Or what if I walk out and there are crickets?”

“First of all you’re walking out with me, so there won’t be crickets. 70,000 people are going to be out there saying every word with us. And second, you’re the best superstar in the women’s division, and I ain’t just sayin’ that cause I married ya. I mean it. You’re better than half the guys. You’ve got this. And if you get overwhelmed tag me in.” He said.

You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around him.

“Thanks, Zo.” You said.

“That’s what I’m here for baby. Now give me a kiss.”

You smiled and reached up to give him a kiss.

You saw the Superstars from the match before yours come through the curtain. You congratulated them on a good match, and then you heard the video package for your match begin to play. They showed clips of your rivalry for a couple minutes before you heard the first few notes of Enzo and Cass’ music.

“This is it, baby. Let’s go out there and break a leg.” Enzo said.

Enzo stepped through the curtain first, and you followed closely behind him. You stood beside him and took in the sight of all the fans in the arena on their feet cheering for you and Enzo.

“My name is Enzo Amore, and I am a certified G and a bonified stud, and you can’t teach that. And this right here.” He said as he turned to you. “This is Y/n, and she’s hot as hell, and you can’t teach that…Ba-da-boom, realest team at Wrestlemania. How you doin!”

The arena went crazy, and you and Enzo made your way down the seemingly endless ramp as you made your way to the ring.

Lana and Rusev came out to Rusev’s music and were met with boos. You had never heard so many people boo at one time. It was crazy!

You and Enzo stood in the ring waiting for Rusev and Lana to come into the ring, but they were putting it off.

Enzo turned his head and looked at you and motioned towards where they stood on the outside of the ring. Immediately you knew what he was implying.

“Let’s do it.” You said as you smiled.

The two of you bounced off the ropes and then ran across the ring and dove through the ropes in a double suicide dive taking out Lana and Rusev.

The crowd went crazy. And you smiled as you looked around the arena. This was the best moment of your career, maybe even better than winning the Women’s Championship for the first time.

The referee instructed you and Enzo to go to your corner so that Rusev and Lana could get into the ring so the match could begin.

“You want to start?” Enzo asked.

“Yeah.” You said nodding.

You stood in your corner across the ring from Lana. The referee signaled for the bell to be rung. The two of you circled around the ring a few times before going towards the center for a lock up.

Just as you were about ready to lock up with Lana, she smirked and went to her corner and tagged Rusev in. You rolled your eyes but went to your corner and tagged Rusev.

Rusev and Enzo went back and forth for awhile before Enzo made his way to your corner and tagged you in, forcing Lana to step into the ring.

You stood in the center of the ring waiting for Lana to get in so you could wrestle. She was on the outside and looked terrified to get in the ring with you. You could tell she was just stalling for time. The referee would count, and she would slide in to break the count only to slide back out so another ten count could begin.

You had enough of her games after a few minutes, so you bounced off the ropes and ran across the ropes and dove out onto her at ringside.

You then picked her up and threw her into the ring. She pulled herself to her feet using the ropes only to be met by a clothesline from you.

This put her in perfect position for your signature submission hold. You put her in the hold and in less than five seconds she was tapping out.

You held the hold on her until you heard your theme song blast through the arena. Enzo stepped into the ring and wrapped you up in a hug and spun you around.

“I’m so proud of you! You finally did it! You got your Wrestlemania moment!” Enzo said. He then went over to the time keeper’s area and grabbed a microphone before sliding back into the ring.

“I know I’m a pretty fun guy, but I’d like to be serious for a second if I could,” Enzo said as he stood in the center of the ring.

What was he doing? This wasn’t part of the show. He was breaking kayfabe. Something that could get him fired!

“What are you doing?” You asked as you looked at him.

“My name is Enzo Amore, and I am a certified G and a bonified stud, and this right here. This is Y/n. And she’s hot as hell, but that’s not all. She’s my wife, and I think it’s time I take her on a proper honeymoon.” He said.

He then dropped the mic before picking you up bridal style and carrying you up the ramp. You couldn’t believe Enzo would risk his job by breaking kayfabe for you. But as he carried you up the ramp towards the curtain you had the biggest smile on your face. This was better than any championship win could be. Because you had won the prize of a lifetime, the wedding ring on your left hand and Enzo Amore as your husband.

I’m way past my teen years, and it pains me to see such heartbreakingly bad advice given to young Muslim teens on here. I’m breaking my rule about not getting involved in anything on tumblr for a sec.

Feelings are a natural part of life. Being ashamed that you have feelings is an unhealthy way of dealing with them. If someone tells you that you’re a teenager and you’ll get over it, it means that a) they understand that they’ve passed their teen years and b) they refuse to understand you. When a teen, feelings experienced are so intense and felt for the first time ever, it doesn’t make sense that there are going to be other ‘mature’ feelings that will evolve through time and experience. Since teens have never experienced anything else. 

I’m a little tired of imams and other adults telling young people they’re dumb and need to grow up. We’re all mature in certain areas of our life, and immature in other areas of our life. We’re all moving parts that need to grow. And we grow unequally. 

Your feelings are not haraam. They are feelings. And God decided to give them to you. Does that mean you should pursue the relationship? I don’t know, I’m not in your situation, but realistically, do you believe you’re in a place where you can do adult things when you are not doing many other adult things in life? Where you can take on the responsibilities of a relationship - the in-laws, the house, the saving money, the making money, the pursuing education, the birth control, the fights, the really obnoxious fights, the im-thinking-of-getting-divorced-fights (yes, many healthy couples have these fights), etc. This should be a very difficult question to answer, not something that comes with an immediate yes or no. 

Among my acquaintances I once knew a youth who was bogged down in love and stuck fast in its toils, passion had grievously affected him, sickness had worn him out. Yet his soul found no comfort in praying to Almighty God to remove his afflictions; his tongue was not loosed in any petition for deliverance. His only prayer was to be united with and to be possessed of the one he loved, despite the enormity of his sufferings and the long protraction of his cares. (What is one to think of the sick man who desires not to be rid of his sickness?). One day I was seated with him, and felt so distressed at the visible evidence of his miserable condition, his head cast down, his staring eyes, that I said to him, ‘May God grant you relief!’ I at once observed in his face the marks of strong displeasure with what I had said.

Ibn Hazm, Ring of the Dove (An Islamic treatise on love, highly recommend reading it) 
via ConsciousMuslim

If one is sick, we pray for their health. We act in ways that will improve their health. Ask God to improve your health. To teach you a lesson in this trial. To learn how to navigate to a straight path. To see things from a perspective beyond the feelings. To understand that no one but God deserves to be on a pedestal. To recognize all forms of love lead us to God. 

Pray for more than what the heart immediately desires, pray for something higher. 

ew.com
'American Crime Story': Watch the First Teaser for 'The Assassination of Gianni Versace'

Tuesday night during the premiere of American Horror Story: Cult, Ryan Murphy pulled off another surprise by debuting the first teaser for The Assassination of Gianni Versace, the highly anticipated second installment of American Crime Story. The series stars Edgar Ramirez (Gianni Versace), Darren Criss (Andrew Cunanan), Penelope Cruz (Donatella Versace), and Ricky Martin (Antonio D’Amico, Versace’s longtime boyfriend).

The quick clip simply shows the gates and front steps of Gianni Versace’s former Miami home, Casa Casuarina. It was here that Versace was shot and killed by Andrew Cunanan in July 1997. The teaser ends with two gunshots ringing out, sending doves flying into the air.

EW was first on the set of Versace in May and talked to the cast and producers about shooting in Versace’s home and on these iconic steps. “It was really awful,” Murphy said of shooting the murder. “It was actually one of the worst things I’ve ever shot. It was the exact position of the body. Edgar had to lay on those coral steps for two days. It was very intense. It was very intense for Darren and Edgar. It was the most intense I think for Ricky. The crew was in tears. We would constantly have to stop and wait for everybody to get it back together. In shooting the show, I think we’ve all come to really love Versace.”

The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story premieres in 2018 on FX.

Proving It

You were standing in your dad’s office backstage at RAW. Your dad was the one and only hardcore legend himself, Mick Foley.

“So you and Sami are getting pretty serious then, huh?” He asked.

“I think so. He’s great dad!” You said as your lips curved into a smile at the thought of Sami.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy.” He said.

You couldn’t help but feel like there was something your dad wasn’t telling you. Then again maybe you were just paranoid. Or maybe he thought it was awkward that one of the Superstars he was in charge of was also dating his daughter, his little girl.

“Just nice? What do you not like Sami?” You asked.

“It’s not that. Sami is a great guy, and I can see that he cares about you. I…I just worry about whether or not he can protect you.” Your dad said.

“What do you mean? He is one of the toughest guys on the roster.” You said.

“He is as far as taking punishment goes but what if you and him get cornered by a bigger guy in the city? Is he going to be able to keep you safe? You’re my little girl; I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” He said.

Just then the door opened and in walked Sami. His usually happy demeanor was replaced with something else. Anger maybe>

“I want Braun.” He said as he looked at your dad.

“Braun? You want Braun Strowman?” Mick asked.

“Yes. I want Braun Strowman.” Sami repeated.

“Sami why do you want Braun Strowman?” You asked.

“For weeks he has been going out there and destroying smaller guys. Well someone has to stand up to him and if nobody else will, then I will.” Sami said.

“Sami I admire your heart, but I can’t-”

“Mick, give me Braun. I need Braun.” Sami said. You could see a fire in Sami’s eyes that you hadn’t seen in quite awhile.

“Y/n, would you excuse us for a moment?” Your dad asked as he looked at you.

“Sure.” You said. “I’ll see you later.” You said as you looked at Sami.

“I’ll meet up with you after the show, okay love?” Sami said. He leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before you walked out of your dad’s office.

You knew you shouldn’t eavesdrop. If you were meant to hear the conversation, then your dad wouldn’t have asked you to leave. But you couldn’t help but press your ear to the door and listen to what they were saying.

“Sami, what’s this all about? I can tell something is bothering you. Man to man, what’s going on?”

“I want to prove to you that I can defend Y/n. I want to show everyone who says I don’t deserve her, that I do deserve her. I can’t think of a better way than to go after the biggest guy in the company.” Sami said.

“Sami…don’t take what I said to heart-”

“It’s not just you, Mick. I hear it all the time. I’m just the guy that goes out there and gets beat up. I want to prove that I’m not just that guy. I want to show that I am a man who can protect my girlfriend. And if that means facing Braun then so be it.” Sami said.

“Sami, I care about you. Not just as a Superstar on my roster but as a part of my family. I can’t put you in a match with Braun Strowman.” Your dad said.

“Mick, please. I’m standing here asking you man to man; please give me this match. Braun is asking for competition, give it to him. Give him to me.” Sami said.

“Sami, Braun is a monster. A destroyer. He chews guys up and spits them out. I can’t let that happen to you. I can’t do that to Y/n.” Mick said.

“Mick, please. I’m begging you. One match. That’s all I want. You saw what happened last week. I went out there after his match, and he shoved me aside like I was nothing. I want to show him that I’m not to be taken lightly.” Sami said.

There was a long pause, but then you heard the words that had your heart racing.

“Fine. One match. That’s it. After this, no more Braun Strowman for you. Go out there and knock ‘em dead.” Your dad said.

You stepped away from the door and quickly made you way around the corner so that Sami wouldn’t know you had been listening.

You were sitting in catering about ten minutes later when your dad came over to you.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” He asked.

“Sure.” You said as you stood up and started walking with him.

“So…Sami has a match with Braun tonight.”

“What? Dad you can’t let him do this.” You said.

“I tried to talk him out of it, but he wasn’t listening. He demanded this match. He wasn’t going to drop it until he got it, Y/n.”

“Dad, he could get hurt!” You said.

“I know. But what else could I do? He wouldn’t listen to me. He thinks he has something to prove.” He said.

“I’ll go talk to him.” You said.

“Good luck.” He said.

You walked down the hallway to Sami’s locker room. You raised your fist and knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

“It’s open.” You heard him say.

You opened the door and stepped inside the dressing room. He looked up from the chair he was sitting in and smiled at you.

“Hey.” He said as he stood up and walked over to you.

“Sami, why are you doing this?” You asked, getting straight to the point.

“You heard about the match, huh?”

“Sami, you don’t have anything to prove. You’re man enough for me. You make me happy, and I feel safe and protected when I’m with you. You don’t have to go out there and have this match with Braun. You went out there last week and stood up to him. Nobody else had the courage to go out there, but you did. That shows what kind of man you are.” You said.

“Y/n, I have to do this. This isn’t just about Braun being a bully. This is about me proving that I can protect you.”

“Sami, nobody has ever said you couldn’t protect me-“

“Maybe not to you, but everyone says it. The guys backstage say it, hell even your dad said it. I have to prove that I’m tough enough to protect you.” He said.

“Sami, please don’t do this. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his torso and looked up at him.

“I’m not going to get hurt. I’ve got this. I’ll have the match, and then I’ll come find you, and we’ll head back to the hotel afterward, okay?” He asked.

“Sami-”

“Trust me, okay?” He said as he held you tightly in his arms.

“Sami, I do trust you. But I know what Braun is capable. Please don’t have this match.” You said. “I don’t care what the guys in the locker room say. I don’t care what my dad says-“

“We both know that’s a lie.” He said. “Your dad’s opinion means everything to you.”        

“Sami, please…for me, don’t have this match. I’m begging you. You don’t have to go out there. You have nothing to prove to me.” You said.

“Y/n I have to have this match. I just have to.” He said.

You sighed but gave in and nodded. Sami had his mind made up on facing Braun, and you knew better than anyone that once Sami had his mind made up, there was no changing it.

“Okay…please just…please be careful.” You said.

“I will. I’ll see you later, okay?” He said.

You nodded before giving him a big hug. You clung to him tightly like it was the last time you would see him in one piece as you laid your head against his chest.

“I love you.” He murmured.

“I love you too, Sami.”

 

**Later That Night**

You watched as Sami made his way to the ring where Braun was waiting, looking like a hungry bear about to feast on its prey. You brought your hands to your mouth as you prayed that this wasn’t a decision Sami was going to regret.

Then Braun grabbed a microphone.

“Foley, maybe you didn’t hear me. I said I want competition. And right now, I don’t see any real competition.” Braun scoffed as he looked at Sami.

Just then Sami attacked Braun from behind.

“Sami, what are you doing?” You said to yourself. Then Sami reached up and slapped Braun. You couldn’t believe Sami had the nerve to anger Braun. Was he crazy?

You smiled as you watched Sami lay a few good kicks to Braun who was on the outside of the ring. Sami dove over the top rope, attempting to dive on top of Braun but was caught. Then as if Sami was a rag doll, Braun threw him into the barricade.

Sami landed with a thud, and that was all there was. Braun walked away as Sami lay on the ground, struggling to get to his feet. You watched as Sami pulled himself to his feet using the ropes and climbed into the ring and asked Braun for more, only to be ignored by the giant of a man.

You made your way towards Gorilla so that you could meet him on his way back from the ring.

You got to the Gorilla Position just as Sami was walking through the curtain.

“Sami! Are you okay?” You asked as you ran up to him.

“I’m fine, babe.” He said as he put his hand up to stop you from hugging him.

“Sami, it looked bad-“

“I’m fine, really. I just wish he wouldn’t have walked away like a coward.”

“Sami, you did great out there.” You said.

“No, I didn’t. He got one offensive move in on me and then walked away. Like he was done. It takes a lot more than throwing me into the barricade to keep me down. I have to go talk to your dad.”

“No! Sami, you don’t have anything to prove. You were great out there!” You said.

“Y/n, I have to finish this.” He said.

“Sami, you did great out there.” A voice said.

You looked up to see your dad standing a few feet away from you.

“Mick, give me another match. Give me one more match!” Sami said.

“Sami, I can’t put you in another match. You asked me for one match. I gave you one match.” Your dad said.

“Mick, please. Please, just one more match. You saw what happened. The match didn’t even end.” Sami said.

“Sami, I gave you your match. I’m not putting you in another match.” Your dad said. “Now take the rest of the night off. Get some rest. Put some ice on your back. You have nothing to prove.”

“Mick-“

“Sami, we’re done talking about this.” Your dad said. Then without another word, your dad turned and walked away leaving you and Sami alone.

“Sami-“

“Don’t. Just…don’t right now, Y/n.” He said before turning to walk away.

“Sami, where are you going?” You asked.

“I just need some time to myself, okay?” He said.

You decided to let Sami cool off. You got a ride back to the hotel with Bayley and ended up rooming with her to let Sami have some space to cool off. You thought one night would be enough time for him to clear his head but as the days passed nothing changed.

Days turned into a week, a week turned into two weeks, and two weeks turned into a month. Sami kept asking your dad for Braun, but your dad wouldn’t give in. Braun was in the Survivor Series 5 on 5 Elimination Match against SmackDown Live which occupied most of his time on TV and left Sami angry and wanting revenge.

The Monday after Survivor Series you found Sami once again talking to your dad backstage, begging for another shot at Braun.

“Sami how many times are we going to have this talk? You had your match.” Mick said.

“Mick, please. I’m begging you. One more match. That’s all I want.” Sami said.

“Sami, this isn’t a good idea. Braun is fuming after Ellsworth eliminated him last night. He’s going to take that anger out on you.” You interrupted. If Sami wouldn’t listen to your dad, you hoped he would at least listen to you.

“Sami, I love you like you’re my own son, and one day you probably will be my son. You are a great man, and I’ve never seen my daughter happier than when she’s with you. You don’t have anything to prove.” Mick said.

“Mick, you’re my hero, and that means a lot to me. But listen. This is about pride. This is about showing what kind of man I am. This is about more than just proving that I deserve to be with Y/n. Mick, I need this match!” Sami said.

“Sami, I can’t give you this match,” Mick said.

“Mick, please. Just give me Braun one more time.” Sami said.

Your dad sighed before looking over Sami. “Let me think about it. I’m not saying yes. Just give me some time to think about it.”

Sami stared at your dad for several moments before sighing and nodding.

“Okay,” Sami said.

Sami turned and walked out of your dad’s office. Once he was gone, you turned to your dad.

“Dad this is getting out of hand. Braun is all he’s talked about for weeks. It’s like it’s consumed him. He never wants to go out and do anything. He’s working out in the gym more. He watches tape of Braun at home. Dad, I don’t know what to do. It’s like he doesn’t even care about our relationship anymore. All he cares about is Braun and proving himself.” You said.

“I know it’s hard Y/n. I see both sides. I hate seeing you upset. I hate that he is laser focused on Braun and that he is bringing work into your relationship. But I’ve been in his shoes. I know what it’s like when you have the feeling of needing to prove yourself.” Your dad said.

“Dad, I understand that. I do. But-“

“But he can’t ignore you because of this feeling of needing to prove himself. Look, I’ll talk to him, okay?” Your dad said.

“Thanks, dad.” You said.

“You’re welcome, honey. I love you.” He said as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in for a hug.

“I love you too, dad.” You said.

 

**Mick’s P.O.V*

I took a deep breath before knocking on Sami’s door.

“It’s open.” I heard him yell.

I opened the door and stepped in.

“Hey Mick,” Sami said as he stood up. “So am I getting the match?”

“Sami, that’s actually not what I came here to talk to you about. I came here to talk to you as a father, not as a general manager.”

“Is everything okay? Is Y/n okay?” Sami asked as he knitted his eyebrows together.

“Actually, no, I don’t think she is. Listen, I know how you feel-“

“No, Mick, you don’t. You’re a legend in this business. I go out there every week, and I’m the guy with the biggest heart in the world. But I’m also the guy that gets beaten up every week. I want to prove myself. I want to show everyone that I have what it takes.”

“Sami, I do understand where you’re coming from. I wasn’t always a legend. I was once a kid just like you. I put my body on the line in crazy matches just to get noticed. I was the guy that got beat up by the bigger and more popular guys. Sami, it took years off my career. And I saw what it did to my wife to see me put myself through that. Sami, I care about Y/n. She’s my only daughter. I don’t want to see the look that was on my wife’s face on my daughter’s face. I can’t put you in this match tonight. I just can’t. Not because I don’t believe in you. I do believe in you. But this time I’m bringing my personal life into work, and I’m not signing this match because I know what it will do to my daughter to have to watch it.”

“Mick, I’ll talk to Y/n about the match. She’ll be okay-“

“Sami, you don’t even see what this is doing to you? You are so focused on getting your revenge on Braun. You’ve got to move past this. What happened to all the time you and Y/n used to go out to after shows? I never see you guys do anything anymore. Hell, I don’t even see you guys talk backstage anymore. Sami, you can’t forget about what is most important. It’s not always wrestling. One day wrestling won’t be here. But Y/n, Y/n will be here.” I said.

I looked over at Sami who nodded his head. I hoped his words got through to him.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” I said.

“Okay, Mick,” Sami said.

I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder in support before turning and walking out of his locker room.


**Y/n’s P.O.V**

I walked into Sami’s locker room later that night expecting to find him, but he wasn’t in there. I asked a few of the guys backstage if they had seen him and they all pointed towards my dad’s and Stephanie’s office.

I knocked on the door, and a second later I heard my dad say “Come in.”

“Hey sweetheart,” he said with a smile.

“Have you seen Sami?” I asked.

“He’s on the way to the ring for his match,” Stephanie said.

“You gave him the match?” I asked with wide eyes as I looked at my dad.

“No, I didn’t-“

“I did. He came in here and wanted a match with Braun Strowman. Said he wanted to prove himself. I’m all about letting Superstars prove themselves here on RAW.” Stephanie said.

“What?” I asked as I looked at her in disbelief.

“It’s one match. I told him that this would be the last chance with Braun.” She said.

It felt my heart drop to my stomach. I couldn’t believe Sami was going to have another match with Braun Strowman.

I stood backstage and watched Sami make his way to the ring on one of the monitors backstage. My stomach was in knots, and I wasn’t sure I was emotionally ready to handle watching this match. But Sami had given me no other choice. He had gone behind my back and my dad’s back to get this match through Stephanie. If he survives Braun Strowman, he might have an even worse fate waiting for him at the hotel; an angry girlfriend.

I watched as Sami danced his way to the ring and fed off the energy of the crowd like he always does on his way to the ring. Then Braun came running up from behind him and shoved him into the ring apron. This was not going to end well for Sami. The match hadn’t even started yet, and Braun had already run over Sami like a truck.

Braun then picked Sami up and whipped him into the barricade. After that, he picked Sami up and threw him into the ring like he was a rag doll. Sami couldn’t even stand up. He had to use the ropes to pull himself up in the corner.

The referee stepped in to check on Sami to make sure he wanted to continue. You knew Sami would continue with the match. He didn’t know when to say no. You really wished the referee could use his judgment and call off the match.

The bell rang, and Braun charged across the ring into Sami who was trapped in the corner. Sami fell to the floor, and he looked dazed and confused. Sami managed to pull himself back to his feet only to get charged at again by Braun.

It was hard for you to watch. Sami didn’t know where he was at by this point. He was completely defenseless.

Braun positioned Sami into the corner for another running slam, but Sami somehow managed to get his feet up and kick Braun. Braun was startled for a second but recovered and ran at Sami again only to be met with another kick.

“There you go, Sami!” You cheered at the small glimmer of fight left in Sami.

Sami then mustered some offense by delivering a few right hands to the side of Braun’s head. Sami used the ropes to try to get some leverage as he hurled his body at Braun trying to get the big guy off his feet. He got two good hits of that on Braun, but on the third try, he was met by a devastating clothesline by Braun.

Sami fell to the mat, and it looked like he was out cold. Braun picked up his arm and it looked like Sami was dead weight as he dragged Sami towards the ring corner.

“How’s the match going?” You heard your dad ask as he joined you backstage.

“Dad, he can’t even defend himself. He’s had maybe thirty seconds of offense the entire match. I mean look at him he’s helpless!” You said as you motioned to the screen.

“Let’s hope Braun ends it soon and then we can go out there and get him.” Your dad said.

The next few minutes went much the same as the first three minutes of the match. It was Braun dominating a defenseless Sami. He somehow kept getting to his feet only to be knocked back down by the larger man.

The fans started doing their “Ole Ole Ole” chants to try and encourage Sami, but it didn’t help.

You felt tears start to form in your eyes as you watched the man you love get destroyed.

“Dad…dad, you have to do something. You have to stop the match!” You begged as you looked over at him.

You saw your dad stare at you for a few moments before glancing at the monitor. He sighed and nodded before heading towards the curtain.

Braun picked Sami up and put him upside down in the corner. Sami was absolutely defenseless. He was at Braun’s mercy. You just hoped your dad could get out there in time to stop whatever Braun had planned.

“Stop the match.” You heard your dad’s voice say. “Chad, ring the bell…It’s done. He can’t defend himself. The match is over.”

You felt the damn finally break as the tears started to fall down your cheeks. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you. You turned and saw Bayley hugging you.

“He’ll be okay.” She said. “He’s tough.”

You leaned your head on your shoulder and hugged her, silently thanking her for being there for you.

“Thanks, Bay.” You said.

“That’s what friends are for.” She said.

You watched on the screen as your dad, and several referees went to ringside to help Sami to the back so he could get to the Trainer’s Room.

He walked through the curtain and immediately collapsed onto the ground in Gorilla. There were several referees around him making sure he was okay. He was still pretty out of it, blinking his eyes and slurring his words.

“Am I bleeding?” He asked as he noticed the blood coming from his mouth.

“Yeah, you’re bleeding a little bit.” One of the referees said.

“Let’s get him to the Trainer’s Room,” Mick said.

Two of the referees helped him stand up and start the walk to the Trainer’s Room.

He managed to get out of Gorilla, but he struggled when he got to the stairs just past Gorilla.

“Take your time, Sami.” The refs encouraged him.

You were standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him. He was walking on his own without help from the referees which was a good sign to you.

“Guys I need to stop for a second,” Sami said as he made his way over to you.

Bayley let go of you and turned to leave to to give you and Sami a minute alone.

“Don’t…don’t cry.” He slurred.

“Sami-“

“Shh, I’m all right.” He said before leaning in and pressing his lips to your forehead. He was sweaty, but you didn’t care. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned your head against his chest. You heard the beat of his heart, and it reminded you that he was alive. You felt the rise and fall of his chest that reminded you that he was breathing. He was banged up, but he was okay. And  this whole Braun thing was finally behind you and you and Sami could finally get back to being happy.

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'American Crime Story': Watch the First Teaser for 'The Assassination of Gianni Versace'
Tuesday night during the premiere of American Horror Story: Cult, Ryan Murphy pulled off another surprise by debuting the first teaser for The Assassination of Gianni Versace, the highly anticipate…

Tuesday night during the premiere of American Horror Story: Cult, Ryan Murphy pulled off another surprise by debuting the first teaser for The Assassination of Gianni Versace, the highly anticipated second installment of American Crime Story. The series stars Edgar Ramirez (Gianni Versace), Darren Criss (Andrew Cunanan), Penelope Cruz (Donatella Versace), and Ricky Martin (Antonio D’Amico, Versace’s longtime boyfriend).

The quick clip simply shows the gates and front steps of Gianni Versace’s former Miami home, Casa Casuarina. It was here that Versace was shot and killed by Andrew Cunanan in July 1997. The teaser ends with two gunshots ringing out, sending doves flying into the air.

EW was first on the set of Versace in May and talked to the cast and producers about shooting in Versace’s home and on these iconic steps. “It was really awful,” Murphy said of shooting the murder. “It was actually one of the worst things I’ve ever shot. It was the exact position of the body. Edgar had to lay on those coral steps for two days. It was very intense. It was very intense for Darren and Edgar. It was the most intense I think for Ricky. The crew was in tears. We would constantly have to stop and wait for everybody to get it back together. In shooting the show, I think we’ve all come to really love Versace.”

The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story premieres in 2018 on FX.

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Artificial at Best - edy - Twenty One Pilots [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Twenty One Pilots
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph
Characters: Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Amnesia, Anxiety, Artificial Intelligence, Existential Crisis, First Kiss, First Time, Minor Violence, Recreational Drug Use, Second Chances, Self-Harm, Sex Toys, Trauma, Tree Houses, Recovery, Running Away
Summary: He dreams of golden rings and doves against clouds.

IT’S FINALLY FUCKING HERE!!!

my forest fic

i hope you all enjoy :-)

He picked his way up the lane through dappled light and shade, stepping out into pools of gold wherever the boughs parted. Under the trees to the left of them the ground was misty with bluebells. The air seemed to kiss one’s skin. It was the second of May. From somewhere deeper in the heart of the wood came the droning of ring doves.
—  George Orwell, 1984
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random life updates, i got a nose ring + dove conditioner is reviving my hair. first week of class has been going p well! working newspaper stuff sun/tues/wed is really brutal, but my mon/thurs/fri/sat are pretty open and i’m excited to start ((studying?!)) and organizing my academic life; just had some really nice affirming experiences this week— cs upperclassmen vouching for me in the hunt for research opportunities, being brought onto the prev mentioned project management stuff, enjoying lectures so far (i think?), recruiting freshmen for news — more updates tbd! scheming and dreaming and hopefully executing in the meantime!