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ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɢɪʀʟ

02/03/2023 10:20 PM 

Not a Phase

Not a Phase   The young teen muffled herself with her pillow, firmly wrapping it around her face, not wanting her parents to hear her anguished wails of teenage angst. Noiselessly she wept over an endless frustration that filled her, feeling her face redden and become flush with grievances. Her mind raced, asking herself "why?" over and over again as she puzzled and reflected over her newly budding and intense emotions. What was wrong with her? It was a yearning she felt deep within, a desire that she found confusing and utterly ridiculous. Screaming once more in to her pillow, the hot tears continuing to pour out from her clenched eyelids, she just wanted this feeling to go away. Why did Tammy Thompson make her feel like this?Robin had known her more popular classmate for a good portion of her life. Having gone to the same schools since they were kids, it wasn't until Fourth Grade that they shared a class together. While they were not terribly close friends, Robin would occasionally play with Tammy during their recess sessions, or be partnered up with her when Barbra Holland, Robin's best friend, wasn't available. On rainy days, Robin would sometimes help her rescue worms by picking them up from the asphalt, and concrete, tossing them back into the grassy areas of the playgrounds. The two would remain friendly despite not having a class together again until they entered Middle School. There, Tammy ascended into popularity, while Robin fell into the cracks as an outcast, starting her on the path of her earning self title of being the "weirdest girl in Hawkins."During this time, Robin felt herself changing. She hated change. She found her mind wandering elsewhere from what she once dwelled on before. Her thoughts, which used to be filled with books, music, and far-off places away from Hawkins, were slowly starting to romance. At first, Robin would just brush it off. The thought of kissing disgusted Robin. Besides, she didn't find the opposite sex as appealing as her pubescent peers did. The Hollywood hunks that her fellow feminine youth made eyes at, didn't do anything for her. John Travolta, Shaun Cassidy, Scott Baio did not inspire anything remotely similar.All through her early teenage years, she actively suppressed these feelings, not allowing them to bubble up, despite them having intense momentary flashes within. None was more intense than when she saw The Clash of the Titans for the first time. Judi Bowker as Andromeda shook something deep with in Robin. Watching The Clash of the Titans at The Hawk Movie Theater with her parents was both one of the most liberating and uncomfortable moments of her life. She was entranced, yet deeply flustered, being sandwiched between her parents, unable to hold back certain feelings any longer. Leaving the theater in a near shell shocked state finally shook Robin, forcing her to realize how truly different she was from the other girls in Hawkins. The problem was, she had no one to talk to about it.She wasn't going to talk to her parents. In spite of how liberally minded and accepting they were, she couldn't speak to them about how she felt. She just didn't have that kind of relationship with them. She didn't have Barbra anymore, as Barb ditched her for that prissy nerdy girl, Nancy Wheeler. Her new friends, The Odd Squad, Kate Shippen, Milton McQuown and Dash Montague didn't connect with her on the same level. She felt like an outsider in her own band of outsiders. She would have to continue to just bottle up these desires. No one could possibly understand her. If anyone would know, in her mind, she would become more of a pariah. No one could ever know how she truly felt. She would continue to repress her hormonal desires, focusing on her other interests, bands, languages, and of course, her books. Her repression would become increasingly harder after that summer entering into her freshman year at Hawkins High.Freshman year is when she would become reacquainted with Tammy Thompson. It was the first day of school, second period, English 101, and Robin had arrived early for Mr. Hauser's class. As she patiently waited at the front of the class for it to begin, Robin had her nose buried in The Great Gatsby, scoffing and rolling her eyes at several passages. It was then that Tammy entered. Letting her blue gaze lift from the terribly written words, they locked on the strawberry blonde. She could feel herself become flush and instantly nervous. What was happening to her? Why again and why now? The awkward teen only felt more awkward as the year progressed as she found herself daydreaming of her raspberry-scented peer when her mind was bored. This was bad. She once again had no one she felt comfortable enough around to talk to about it. She had to bottle this up and keep her feelings hidden. No one can know. Everyone would torment her. She knew she would be ostracized from her middle American, poduck town.Robin hated living this seemingly dual life, her secret self and her public self. She felt it was necessary, if she wished to survive Hawkins. This only served to desperately fuel her desires to run far away from Hawkins more than ever. Sure, she had talked about it with Barb when they were kids, daydreaming of going somewhere new or exciting, but now it was a true desire. Maybe Europe? She read they were very progressive there. She was already studying French, was fluent in Spanish, and was learning Italian in her spare time. Seemed to be the best and most logical choice to run away to, to allow herself to feel and be her true self. Her parents would be okay with it, maybe.Richard and Melissa Buckley were pretty easygoing parents. Some would call them hippish or maybe free-spirited. They never really put a lot of restrictions upon their only daughter. Robin never really gave them much reason to anyway. She ate her vegetables, went to bed at a decent hour, and was never overtly disrespectful. They would be cool with her leaving abroad, right? They're always telling her to follow her heart and actively encouraged her interests. They would be cool with it, she rationalized to herself."Robin!" called out her mother's voice bringing Robin back to reality. She lifted her face from her tear-stained pillow."Y-yeah, Mom?" she called back, doing her best to disguise her voice so it didn't sound like she had been sobbing herself to exhaustion. Her freckled nose dripped as she sniffled, catching her breath."Dinner's almost done! I made your favorite!" her mother replied in a sweet almost dream-like tone. Maybe she was high again. It was hard to tell, as her mother always had an airy way of speaking. "Sloppy joes!"Robin rubbed her face in a sore attempt to dry away her tears and took several deep breaths to settle herself. "Cool," she muttered, her words laced with forced enthusiasm. It hasn't been her favorite dish in many years. The Buckleys weren't rich, so whatever was cheap and easy was always on the menu. "I'll get . . . uh . . . cleaned up now."She stood still for a brief moment, gathering her energy to manifest a calmness to mask her anguish. Her parents could never know their little genius was struggling with herself, wrestling  with her two halves that could never be one."Oh cool! Sloppy joes!" she could hear her father's enthusiastic exclamation from the other room. "My favorite!"Once she found her mask of calm, she opened the door to her room, a disingenuous smile plastered across her lips so that there were no questions, and she immediately went to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water to hopefully hide the remaining evidence of her grief. Hopefully the cool water will calm her glassy tear-ridden eyes and bring her complexation back down a few shades to her usual paleness. This would become a routine she would become accustomed to, because no one could ever know.  

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02/03/2023 09:52 PM 

They Will Never Return!
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02/03/2023 09:51 PM 

First Battle of Woodbury
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02/03/2023 09:49 PM 

The Last Night Alive
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02/03/2023 09:47 PM 

They Mean Nothing Whatsoever!
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02/03/2023 09:40 PM 

Reflections of Psychotic Retribution
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02/03/2023 09:34 PM 

Ode to Slaughtered Biters
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snow

02/03/2023 07:20 PM 

my roleplay characters

 A few months had past and the world had fallen apart Evil had conquered the country. Or so it seemed. Little blossoms of rebellion and hope were sprouting up everywhere. The Government tried to stomp them out but they kept popping up like weeds in an unruly garden. One of these 'unkillible weeds' was 'known as the freedom fighters', a ragtag group of teens and young adults. Lilly blackwood was one of them. she was the head of the spy department of this rather well-built, government like, group. she has purplish red hair, blue eyes, wear shadow armed with golden blade given to her fiancée before the war. Lilly had the power to heal others but some times she HATED her power; because it wouldn't always heal people .Lilly was out trying to save the homeless kids that lost their parents do to the war and that's when she saw a male guard.A  Black Long haired girl with blue eyes sat alone in the quidditch pitch stands. It was try out season. She loved to draw and liked to play quidditch. She was caption of the quidditch team . Her name is Addison Potter. Addison is the sister of Harry Potter who was put in Griffendor. Addison got sent to live with Remus Lupin. While her brother had to go live with their mother's sister and her family. Harry never knew he had a sister and Addison didn't want to be known as the sister who lived sister so she went by Addison Lupin. Addison was put in Hufflepuff. A girl with Long brown hair and blue eyes sat at her house table alone .She didn't like being around other people much. Sher loved to draw and liked to play Qudditch.Her name is Logan Diggory. She is the sister of Cedric Diggory who was put in Hufflepuff. She came to Hogwarts a year before her brother died. Every since then she had been shut off from everybody including her boyfriend Draco who was now a death eater. She was put in Ravenclaw house and was made quidditch caption her 2nd year at hogwarts.A girl with Purplish -red hair and ice blue eyes was walking in the court yard on her way to her next class. She had a few friends . Her name is Lilly Black. She is in her 6th year at Hogwarts. Lilly is also the god sister of Harry Potter who was put in Gryffindor and she is also the daughter of Sirius Black. Lilly got sent to live with Remus after her father was sent to Azkaban for helping the dark lord kill Lilly and James potter. But only a few people know the truth and that is that Sirius didn't do it and Lilly was one of them. Lilly knew her father could never kill his best friend the god father to his daughter . Lilly loved to draw and red. Lilly also was the Slytherin quidditch caption. Lilly was able to turn into a wolf and her fur was white as snow. Lilly didn't have many friend or people she would call her family so she mostly keep to herself. Her Aunts Bellatrix and Narcissa tried to adopt her and bring her to the death eaters along with her cousin Draco.Selena was a senior in high school and was in love with Caleb the school bad boy. Selena was the student counsel president. Selena was also the caption of the basketball tea. Caleb and Selena had been friends for years but hadn't talked after selena's mother died. After school had started back. It was a new year and a new Caleb. Selena didn't know what happened to him but she knew something wasnt right.Selena had Purplish- red hair and ice blue eyes and was always wearing a black leather jacket. She was smart and funny. Selena had also just broken up with her boyfriend Michael who was caption of the football team. She was making her way to her truck when she passed him.Snow was a white furried Alpha female. Snow had ice blue ice and was very strong .She loved her pack more then anything but was without a mate and sometimes that was hard because the guys wouldnt listen to her. One day she was out hunting for some food for the pack when she came across a wolf male Alpha from another pack. They were both after the same kill. There once was a girl named Selena she was a alpha werewolf and went to school like a normal person she has lost her mother when she was 7 she has a best friend and was in love with her best friends older brother. The best friend and the older brother both hunters.

~`Juni`~

02/03/2023 07:03 PM 

Goodmorning!
Current mood:  blah

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балерина

02/03/2023 04:44 PM 

MM: BATMAN TW: Violence and Coarse Language

  The Abyss TW: VIOLENCE AND COARSE LANGUAGE. Her name was Liza. She had ringlets of hair that were just as golden as the wheat fields of Kansas that saw her grow as a child. It was from Smallville, Kansas that she originated. The farm girl saw the bright lights of the big city and heard them calling to her. She left behind the family farm with dreams that were high as the sky itself. Metropolis was where she set off to accomplish those dreams. The Big Apricot was calling her name.Just as high goals are often set, unfortunately they are often destroyed by those who would prey upon the innocent. Liza met with an unscrupulous talent agent who took all her money. She lost all the modest gains she'd accomplished and found herself on the street. Metropolis had been unkind to the girl but she found her way to a shelter that was funded by Wayne Enterprises in Gotham City. This was the chance she never imagined she'd ever get.The Shelter offered her a chance to enroll in Gotham City University to better herself if she wanted to do so. Liza took them up on their offer. She was studying to be a teacher. One night after classes she'd gotten off the bus and started walking toward the Shelter. It was late on this particular night and the moon was full overhead.This particular Shelter was in an area of Gotham City known as Suicide Slum. The representatives from Wayne Enterprises that ran this place often encouraged them to never be out after dark. Liza usually did listen to them but on this frigid night, she didn't. She held her books to her chest and tried to walk as fast as she could. She kept her eyes straight ahead. It wasn't that far from the bus stop to the Shelter. She was almost there.A strong hand reached from nowhere to clamp down on the unsuspecting girl's arm. She was pulled into an alley just across from The Monarch Theatre. Her books fell to the ground as she was pulled into this alley. She felt her head slam against the concrete and brick. A warm sensation filled the back of her head that followed with her golden curls being stained crimson. Her captor was a man with a stench that resembled stale beer and cigarettes. The massive comb over was a pathetic attempt to hide his shiny bald head. "Come on Sweet Thing. Me n the boys saw you take so much c*ck that it made us hard fer days. You know you want this monster…" He kept pushing his erection against her trying to pry apart her legs.She was screaming so loud she was about to go hoarse. Liza struggled against this human pig as best she could but due to the concussion, she was starting to lose consciousness fast. She was in that twilight stage between consciousness and unconsciousness when she heard this sound. It was like metal flying through the air that was traveling in a spinning motion. The pig cried out in a loud voice letting her fall to the ground.She fell to the ground between her books just laying there. Her own blood stained the pages that fell around her. There was something else there. She tried to focus her jade hues upon it but she wasn't sure what it was. Her brain started to clear as did her vision. What she saw made her scream again. It was a severed male organ lying there. Her attacker had been castrated violently. She could hear the sounds of sirens approaching just as she lost consciousness.Running along the tops of the buildings dressed like a giant bat, was the man that was Gotham's Guardian. He called himself The Batman. He reached the place where he'd left his stealth vehicle known as The Batmobile. He leapt from the edge of the building gliding toward the cockpit that slid open as it was activated by a control in his gauntlet. Once inside, the top closed over him. The vehicle was already operational. The voice that greeted him was a proper accent originally from the heart of London. "There has to be something remotely satisfying about putting down a piece of human filth."The man under the cowl subtly smirked. "You could say that." In his mind, he played back the entire scene. It was definitely rewarding.¤¤¤¤¤He was watching from the rooftops as the girl, Liza exited the bus. She was trying her best to get to safety as quickly as she could. He knew the girl from the first moments she was brought to the shelter. She'd gotten an agent who had a group of "cam girls" that was a front for the Falcones in Metropolis. When she tried to do right and break away, it caused a ruckus. It was the type of ruckus that the Falcones didn't like. He pulled a few strings to get the girl to safety in Gotham.She was being followed by some pig who usually beat his wife often enough in the other side of Suicide Slum. That's when Batman sprung into action.The Batarang left his hand heading straight for its mark. He was aiming to castrate the bastard and succeeded. He already had his faithful point man make the call to GCPD and to the ambulance services. His moral code kept him from killing but it didn't keep him from excessive force in apprehending a subject. Once the bloody organ landed on the ground, Batman jumped into the alley. His right foot connected to the back of the head of the pig who sought to hurt this girl who was trying to better her life. He was already in pain from the sudden castration. He was knocked into complete unconsciousness without Batman even breaking a sweat. When the sirens were getting closer, that was his cue to leave.¤¤¤¤¤"You'll be relieved to know that the girl will make a full recovery. Her assailant is in surgery as they try to attach. …. his…" The British man appeared on the computer screen inside the stealth vehicle. He didn't say anything. He simply smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "You're inordinately proud of yourself for that one aren't you Master Bruce."Bruce Wayne, billionaire Playboy and philanthropist was the man under the cowl. He was still behind the wheel of the vehicle as it raced through the streets of Gotham City. "Yes. Yes I am Alfred. It was a good way to start the night. Unfortunately we have a lot of work to do. I hope you've got plenty of tea handy.""Don't I always?" He replied with his own confident aire. Alfred Pennyworth had been in the employ of the Wayne Family for longer than he cared to admit. He'd essentially raised the boy since his parents had been murdered in front of The Monarch Theatre. This whole crusade as Batman was something Bruce had to do. Alfred understood all too well. All he could do was continue to be the Guardian Angel of a Wayward Son who had some powerful demons to fight. There were no deadlines on all this as far as Alfred was concerned. Doing good was not a job. It was a duty in which Bruce was called. Alfred would always be by his side no matter how long the journey took.  message back comment back group rps my profile

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02/03/2023 02:05 PM 

🔥 Man In The Mirror's Rules 🔥
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☆ DETAILS ☆1: 1ST & ONLY ORIGINAL MAN IN THE MIRROR MEKHI JAKOB THORN LEGION SINCE FEBRUARY 3RD 20232: NO DRAMA ZONE OR BULLYING ALLOWED AT ALL 3: PROUD MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG 4: PLEASE READ MY BLOG BEFORE ADDING ME 5: I WILL ONLY BE ACCEPTING MEMBERS OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG 6: HORROR MOVIES VERSE & SELECTIVE ADDER 7: I RESERVE MY RIGHT TO DENY>BLOCK ☆ RULES ☆1: VERY HAPPILY MARRIED TO & DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH MY VERY BEAUTIFUL WIFE TALIA YAZMINE MYERS-THORN LEGION IF YOU ARE SINGLE AND LOOKING DON'T BOTHER ADDING ME CAUSE I WILL NEVER CHEAT ON HER 2: PROUD HUSBAND & FATHER 3: PROUD HUSBAND OF TALIA YAZMINE THORN LEGION (MY SOULMATE & THE LOVE OF MY LIFE)4: I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY WRESTLERS, ANIMES, S&L, TEEN WOLF, SOA, TWD, TVD, TWILIGHT, OOC MINORS, DRAMA KINGS OR DRAMA QUEENS, MAFIA, OTHER RPGS, NO MIRRORS UNLESS I KNOW YOU IN OOC, OR ANY FORBIDDEN VERSES 5: I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY OF THESE FOLLOWING FACES: NO AMBER HEARD'S, MEGAN FOX'S, PHOEBE TONKIN'S, KRISTEN STEWART'S, MILEY CYRUS', PRISCILLA PRESLEY'S, BRITNEY SPEARS', PARIS HILTON'S, KIM KARDASHIAN'S,  JUSTIN BIEBER'S, JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN'S, KANYE WEST'S, KAT DENNINGS', GARRETT DILLAHUNT'S, OR COLE HAUSER'S 6: I WILL NOT ACCEPT OR TOLERATE ANY RACISM OR BULLYING WHATSOEVER ON MY ACCOUNT 7: NO OTH OR SPN FACES UNLESS I KNOW YOU IN OOC ☆ GENRES ☆1: HORROR 2: CRIME (NOT MAFIA)3: MEDICAL 4: MOVIES 5: TELEVISION 6: CROSSOVERS ☆ VERSES ☆1: HORROR MOVIES 2: HALLOWEEN 3: ER4: THREE'S COMPANY 5: GRIZZLY ADAMS 6: CLASSIC TV ☆ SHIPS JACKSLEY ONLY ☆

Fire of the Desire.

02/02/2023 06:48 PM 

Busted Open Podcast.

     fdfdfdfddfdfdfdfdfkjfhaelhfakwjefhskjfasdhfdfdfmvvsdmdmdmdfdff;   January 28th, 2023.Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  Sonya Deville talks to Dave Lagreca and Sam Roberts on SiriusXM Busted Open about being immediately put into a story with Charlotte Flair, what she learned as GM, adapting as a performer, and more, on Notsam Wrestling.Dave Legreca: So, we just saw an amazing Raw 30 where they brought back legends and there was a 3 hour show.. it was a good time. What was that like for you to get to be apart of that?Sonya Deville: It was incredible. I mean, I love being in the company of legends and legends to be and I felt like I belonged there. So, I had to show up and make a little appearance to let Charlotte Flair know that I was on her coattails and ready to take that title from her.Sam Roberts: Yeah, it's been kind of amazing to watch you over the past few weeks because Charlotte shocks the world by returning and kind of throwing everything on its head and becoming the Women's Champion once again; immediately. And you just stepped right up. Like just to say.. 'we're not waiting.. this is the time'. Was this an opportunity that you were just waiting for? Did you resent that Charlotte came in and decided to take the title for herself right away? What motivated that?Sonya: Well, I've had my eye on the title for a long time now. Um, but I think it's been a process and an evolution to get to where I am now. I was GM for a while and I acquired a lot of knowledge during that time. I did a lot of homework on certain Superstars, so to speak, and the second that the title went on Charlotte, I knew that I wanted to go toe-to-toe with her. She's got something that I've always found admirable in some senses but, I also think that there's also a bit of smoke and mirror with her and I think that if there's anyone that's able to poke holes through her exterior; it's Sonya Deville.Dave: Well, that's interesting because.. I've said this on Busted Open many times, I think Charlotte Flair is the best, she's the greatest, and I really do feel that way. If you look at what she's able to do in the ring.. BUT everybody has somebody that when they go head-to-head with someone, they have that certain advantage and you feel like you have that advantage over Charlotte?Sonya: I do, and that's what I was just saying before.. is that I do think Charlotte is the best to ever do it. 100%. That's why when she got the title, it meant so much to me because now, not only am I going after the championship, but I'm going after something that's a bit more personal. Charlotte Flair is THE person to beat. She's the pinnacle in the women's division right now. So, my admiration, mixed with my distain, is why I think I'm the perfect person to throw her off her toes.Sam: Right. And not only do you want to be the champion, but you want to beat the champion that Dave over here says is the best. Who he's implying is better than you, which is kind of rude.Dave: No, I don't think it's rude. You have to take it in consideration the amount of reigns and who's champion right now. Like you have to. Though, I will say this, you talked about the GM role that you had and I think you did a great job. We saw a different side of you when you were GM but I did want to see you back in the ring. Did you feel that way? Was there something missing in that GM role when you weren't able to compete?Sonya: Yeah, I took a lot of pride in the GM role because I think it's really cool that I was able to be in that position. I think that Stephanie, Paige, and myself, were lucky enough to fill that role and I take a lot of pride in myself because we got to see a whole other side of Sonya that we didn't know existed. At the end of the day, I'm a fighter. I started here as a fighter and I'm going to end here as a fighter. So that urge and itch inside of me never went away. All of those months that I sat there doing that, being in the segments with the other women, being in the title picture as a woman and not as a competitor was really hard to do. The segment I was in with Charlotte and Becky when I was holding the titles for them in the middle of the ring.. I was thinking.. 'I should be in the title picture.' So, I think it was just a year long journey in a full circle to get back to where I belong.Sam: And I'm glad you brought that up, I was thinking about that era as well. Do you think that people forgot that you were that level of a competitor? Because I think you gained a lot of fans who loved your performance as a GM. That you got to go out there and be entertaining, but, people may have forgotten you were a competitor. That you're a beast. That you came into this world from MMA and this is what you do. Do you think people forgot to consider that part of you?Sonya: I think it's like... it's such a double-edged sword because when I was a badass MMA fighter I don't think people thought I had the ability to speak on the mic the way that I have in the most recent years. So, I think I gained their respect in that facet. But, then they forget about the MMA, which is.. you can only get one or the other.. and I feel like I'm finally getting into the groove where it doesn't have to be one or the other and I can do it all. I am well rounded, I can sit there and make my opponents feel terrible about themselves and want to cry to their moms. I love it.Dave: But, I think a lot of people sometimes, myself included, forget about your MMA background because you're so good at what you're doing right now. Because you shine so much, people probably forget your past. And that's a compliment more than anything else. Because it looked like the transition was almost seamless.Sonya: Thank you. Um, but you know what? A really important thing to me; when Ronda and Shayna got signed was 'okay.. now there's a lot of us that come from a fighting background' I was one of the first ones to come from MMA and into the WWE, and then it was like okay, it's not the cool thing anymore because there's a bunch of us and those girls are really badass. So, I really took a lot of pride in trying to differentiate myself and provide a lot of depth so I wasn't JUST the fighter. I didn't want to be just one thing. Not one dimensional. And, god forbid, if that didn't work out.. or there's too many of us, then I'd be left out of a spot. So when I started developing the Sonya character with Superstars in the past vs the Sonya that you see now.. I enjoyed doing that because it showed that there's was more places that I could go with it.Sam: When did it really click in for you? Because you're like one of the rare cases that if fans want to, they can go onto Peac*ck or Youtube and literally follow your whole career. They get to see you in Tough Enough as someone who didn't really know quite what to make of anything. It was your first time experiencing this whole world as opposed to now where you're the most comfortable Superstar that I've seen in the ring, in front of an arena or stadium full of people. When do you think that moment kind of clicked in where you were like 'yeah, I'm prepared to call myself the best at this'?Sonya: I think the greatest I've ever been is within these last couple of months. I've really been falling back into my groove. Every single storyline I've been part of has been part of my character development that I've gotten to use. Right now is my time. Right now is where I think Sonya Deville thrives and feels comfortable. I feel comfortable every time I go out there, truly. It's not an act. I've been here for 7 1/2 years and I've gotten to try so many things and be put in storylines with so many people. Working with Dolph Ziggler 2 years ago was so cool and learning from him and just being thrown in with so many different characters. Taking that GM role, for sure, leveled up my confidence on the mic because I was getting these like 5-6 segments back to back a week. It was like getting reps that I needed and now I'm getting the reps back in the ring that I really needed since I was out of the ring for 2 years. So, I think right now is my time.Dave: Sonya, for you, people dislike the character that they see on Smackdown every Friday night but yet if you read social media; they love you as a person. How do you work that balance between what they see on TV and who you really are?Sonya: I'm not doing my job unless they hate me. Like I LOVE being hated. I really do. It's my passion.Sam: it goes back to making people cry to their mothers.Dave: So it doesn't bother you that people like you so much off their screen?Sonya: No, because I feel like the fans know. They know when Sonya comes out, they're booing the crap out of me and it's undeniable. It's like.. what I say and do on the mic? You can't like me in that moment. But then if you flip over to my Instagram and you find what I posted relatable, then great. You can follow my journey, but I think they understand that Sonya is a character and she's super hateable.Dave: See, now after talking to you and knowing how much those Jersey roots come out, it's impossible for me to go against you. See, Sam? I'm very conflicted.Sonya: Ahh, come onnnnnnnnn.Sam: Dave,.. literally in this interview you said someone else was the best, but go ahead.Sonya: He did, he did.Dave: Hey, I get it. You're very busy. It's the Royal Rumble. Enjoy the moments and thank you for your time.Sam: And nice watch, by the way.Sonya: Thank you. Can you believe we're twinning? We have the same watch. Anyways, thanks guys, you're awesome. 

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02/02/2023 06:25 PM 

WITWWNJ 2

[CONTENT WARNING: Hi there, so you clicked the bully—this is your last chance to turn back. This post talks about SA against minors. It is a part of Nina's story—I do not go into graphic detail of SA acts, but they are spoken of. If these topics are hard for you, don't read this post. I will 100% understand, take a back seat on this one and come back for the next one which hopefully will not have such traumatic content. You don't have to read this just because I posted it.]  “I feel guilty,” she said, her voice was small and hoarse as she twisted in her seat. Atlas Cliff was different from any institute she’d ever been to. They allowed patients to wear their own clothes, there was no set time when patients had to be back in their rooms. The common rooms were left open at all hours. She didn’t have to share a room with anyone—which she was grateful for. Nina knew that when she requested a private room, it wasn’t likely she would get one, but somehow, at the last minute someone else had checked themselves out and the last single occupant room was available for her. “Why do you feel guilty, Nina?” Jodie Helsmoth—she was leading the group therapy session—asked. She’d been at Atlas Cliff for three days, and this was the first time she was openly participating in the session. Two men, and one other woman made up the group. The best place to start was at the beginning, so Nina was working on getting the words to form, to leave her mouth.  There were certain chapters of a person's life that were kept private and this had always been one of them. People could assume, they could always read between the lines of what happened to Nina during her early life with her twin Erik, but Nina never filled in those gaps with her own voice and today for the first time she was actually saying the words. “Because—in my mind, part of Erik never left me. Y’know how sometimes one twin will absorb the other one in the womb? I feel like that’s a thing I’ve heard about before when on the ultrasound there were two babies and then in the next one, there was only one. I absorbed Erik, but not until a long time after we were born. I’ve held onto him for so long because I'm the reason he’s dead. I wasn’t the vocal one, he was. He fought our dad, what he was doing hurt us—I think Erik especially, but at least he fought. I never did. I always just… went inside and waited for it to be over. But that day, Jimmy was the angriest I’d ever seen him. He was mad at our mom about something and when Jimmy was mad, it was easiest to pick on us.” Blinking, for a twenty-six year old woman, she could remember being three years old vividly—that day would always be seared into her memories no matter how desperately she tried not to remember. “Erik wasn’t even strong, it wasn’t like anything he did to Jimmy could have actually hurt him. As criminal as he was, he didn’t have to do what he did to Erik. There were a hundred and one ways he punished us all the time but that day he just snapped. We weren’t cooperating the way Jimmy wanted us to, I’d started to do that thing I always did when I knew what was about to happen, he was going to make us take our clothes off and do the things he taught us—and Erik’s face started to get red and angry. He turned around and ran back to the door but he couldn’t reach the handle and Jimmy grabbed him by the arm so hard that Erik screamed and it was different from all the other times, he was in pain. I think now Jimmy pulled his arm out of his socket but then he picked him up yelling at him and just started shaking him back and forth. Erik’s head snapped back.” She could still remember the sound in her memories. That sound that was unmistakable to an adult, but foreign to a child. Jimmy had shaken the boy so hard it broke his neck.  “And, he just threw him, like he was nothing and I didn’t do anything, I just laid there watching. Ever since then, Erik’s always been in my head, he’s talked to me, been here when I’m scared. I became a fighter after that. I was more defiant. I didn’t try to hide from what was happening, or push it out. I lived it because he couldn’t anymore, but he was always there in my head telling me it would be ok. And now, I feel guilty because I never let him go, I never let him rest in peace—and I feel even more guilty because now, I know that I need to, and I don’t want my brother to think that I don’t love him anymore, or that I don’t need him—I just… I know he deserves better and I’m afraid of never feeling his …spirit? I guess that’s what I feel—with me anymore.” Her fingers laced together, tightening and twisting as she squirmed in her seat. “My dad raped me and my brother, and he made us do those things to each other while he watched and then he killed his own son. My brother was the other half of my soul and ever since that day it’s felt like a part of me has been missing and I feel f***ing guilty as sh*t because I want to forget, I wish I could. I want to live. I want to be a part of a world that wants me and sees me. I don’t want to live under my mothers shadow, my fathers shadow, or live my life always thinking about where Erik would be now, who he would be, what would we have done together if we’d been born to different people. And as much as I f***ing hate the man and woman who made us—holding onto hating them is hurting me. Just because they are gone, doesn’t mean the pain they caused ever stopped.” Jodie rubbed the corner of her eye as the circle gathered themselves. One of the rules within the circle was that, it was okay to ask questions or help prompt each other with encouragement, but when one person had the floor, you weren’t allowed to ver the topic of conversation onto another member or themselves. So, for several minutes, the circle was quiet. “What happened to him, Jimmy…you’re dad?” Alisia, one of the other patients asked. “Did the cops ever get him?” Angelo, one of the male members of the group, wanted to know. Swallowing, Nina shook her head slowly.  “No, he and my mom died in a fire before the cops ever caught on to what was happening—I was six then, I started the fire.” She didn’t elaborate that she did it on purpose, that she set that fire in their bedroom where they were passed out drunk. “Because of the fire, the fire marshal found tapes Jimmy had made of me and Erik, tapes of himself with other kids too. They ran a daycare in the basement, and there was a back room. Somehow that one room where Jimmy took us, …all of us, the concrete of the foundation or something preserved it enough that the tapes were found. They had a lot of solid evidence to put them both away if they’d lived.” Nina explained quietly, her fingers throbbing as she pinched her fingernail into the bed of another. “Did they know he killed your brother?” Stan, the second male of the group, asked her.  Nina had heard some of his story. He was a very quiet man, but his mom was terribly abusive to him as a boy, and it led him into one bad relationship after another. In his late teens he’d fallen into bad alcohol abuse and now that he was a dad himself, with a good partner, he wanted to be better. “No, I told them, but without his body—or ever knowing where to look, the police couldn’t do anything to find him.” She could never go to Erik’s grave, she could never really say goodbye to him. “You know, Nina, I don’t believe you have anything to feel guilty for—but saying and believing are two different things.” “Yeah, you were just a little girl. You couldn’t have stopped what was happening anymore than Erik.” Alisia said.  Jodie nodded quickly. “That’s a valid point, Alisia. Thank you for that. I think, for you Nina, the fact that you were never given the chance to say goodbye, to mourn that major loss of your brother. Your other half as you put it…that is the source of your guilt. It feels wrong to let someone go when you never had closure, even with your parents. They died and you never got to have that day where… you saw them brought to justice for what they did.”  Jodie inhaled to speak just as the chicken buzzer at her side went off, and her face grimaced, she had so much more to say. “I’m sorry everyone, I wish I could extend our time but I know some of us have other sessions to go to, but, Nina—I would like to continue this conversation with you during our private session. I think I might have some ideas that will help with your guilt, would that be ok with you?” Nina felt wiped out—mentally and emotionally, so the break felt much needed, but she was open to continuing with Jodie privately. “That would be ok, and…I’d appreciate it.” The group stood, collecting their chairs to place back against the wall. Angelo and Alisia were talking about lunch. Nina had learned that for some people, her included—after emotional sessions they were starving. “I think I heard someone say today’s lunch menu was going to be soup, salad, or sandwich. What are you getting?” Alisia asked as she and Angelo headed for the exit. The first session she went to the group talked about coping mechanisms and compartmentalization. The way our brains shielded themselves from painful memories or events by focusing on things it was in control of. Food seemed to be a big one for Nina’s group. “All f***ing three, I’m starvin’.” Angelo said, dipping down to walk beneath the door frame. Something about his extra tall, extra lean figure made Nina think of Goofy, like the cartoon dog. Trailing after them, Stan took up space to her left. “I think that was really brave, what you told us. There are still things I haven’t been able to talk about in my sessions. I guess .... Saying it outloud is one of the hardest parts.” Stan admitted. “I want to tell you this, because I think it’s worth mentioning… you being here at all, you could have given up a long time ago. Instead of feeling guilty for wanting to let your brother rest in peace, you are honoring him. For me, I feel guilty too because my mom was not a good mom, but I still love her, I still miss her even though she passed away ten years ago and I hold a lot of hate in my heart for the things she did to me but then there are times I remember something good she did. It makes me feel guilty for hating her so much. I’m learning it’s okay not to forgive, but we don’t have to feel guilty for having good memories of someone too. You don’t need to feel guilty for wanting to keep him but also wanting his memory to be free and at peace too. You can look at his memory and smile. Like you said about absorbing him? You took the best of Erik and let him live on with you, honoring his spirit. That’s nothing to feel bad for, Nina.”  They had almost made it to the dining hall, and Nina could smell the soup. It had a certain spice to it, fragrant and delicious but her mouth felt salty. Not because of the food, but because something in the way Stan spoke made her mouth fill with salty saliva that when it couldn’t find escape there, it pooled in her eyes instead. She hated her parents—and she had every right too, no one could tell her otherwise, but she also knew her mother was a lot like her. The mental issues that Teresea Jackson had faced all her life were passed down on her mothers side. Karen warped her daughter. She was the kind of woman who looked at someone suffering and said, you're just not praying hard enough. You aren’t believing hard enough. Maybe, just maybe, if Nina’s biological mother had been given even half the hope Nina had—she could have been different, and for that…Nina could mourn a woman she hated. She could find an ounce of tenderness for her.  Nina didn’t have to forgive her. But perhaps, she could let the hatred go? She already knew in some small ways, she had. Zelda Spellman had shown Nina what a real mother was. No matter the cost, no matter the pain, Zelda was a fighter, a warrior among women and she’d been through her own battles, ones that irrevocably altered her heart and mind. Teresea hadn’t known how to do that, she’d never been shown. But Nina was learning. A mom always showed up. Zelda always showed up. The fact that Stan hit on the right words, in the right time made the weight of her heart just a little less burdened. “You really think… I’m honoring him?” Nina asked, wiping her runny nose on the sleeve of her sweat shirt. “I think so,” Stan said, pushing the door of the dining hall open for them. “I think he would be proud of you for living for him and for being strong and holding it all together, even when it was painful to do it.” And it hurt like a mother f***er.

Wild Child

02/02/2023 05:45 PM 

Prompt for Freddie||Navy Blue

For @DotheFreddiePrompt: COLOR: Navy BlueSetting: jet plane (had to do airplane instead xD) New York, New York1990, FallLa Gaurdia Airport  “Hurry!” Donna Pinciotti Forman exclaimed as she motioned her pre-teen daughter towards the baggage claims. They’d had a late start since someone had stayed up way too late and it wasn’t her. Donna was doing a show for MTV and had to be flown first class to Los Angeles from New York. Rousing her daughter had been a never ending job as she lightly pushed the sleepy and resentful young red head forward. They both placed their bags onto the convener belt and was lead through security. Donna then lead Joan to the tunnel that would help get them aboard. “I just wanna go back to sleep!” The surly twelve year old moaned. “It’s not even seven I--” “Shut your pie hole.” Donna said. “Once we get on the plane you can sleep the whole way there. You can even sleep in my office once we get to LA. But for right now? I’m still really mad at you Joan and I don’t want to hear it.” Joan pouted and she rolled her eyes as the two found their seats. Joan took the window and pulled the shade up. “I don’t see why I couldn’t have stayed with Dad.” She grumbled. Donna looked over at her. She and Eric were currently separated, trying to work through some problems. “Because he has to prep for his teacher’s plans at the university.” She said. “Otherwise I would’ve left your grumpy ass there.” This made Joan pout even more. “It’s stupid movie stuff. All he has to do is get some of those magazines out that has--” Donna’s eyes widened in partial fear--I will kick his ass to the moon! She thought-- “Stupid Star Wars on them--” The taller red-head blew out a sigh of relief and settled back against her seat. “And write whatever his eye catches. Then we could spend the day together.” Joan said with a pout. “I have to go to the bathroom. Mooom get up.” “A please won’t kill you.” Donna said curtly and did as was asked. “It might.” The girl said sourly. Watching he daughter go, Donna shook her head reminding herself she was not a bundle of fun at that age either. She watched Joan head toward the bathroom and sat down. Really she never lets me have fun. Joan grumbled in her thoughts. Donna was always on her case lately while she had more fun with her father. Sure she had to watch Star Wars, or lately Star Trek with him once in a while but she compensated and made him watch Xena: Warrior Princess with her. She headed down the small airplane watching as something navy blue rolled out onto the strip. It was an ornate ceramic box. Joan reached down to pick it up for the person who had dropped it. Luckily none of the contents inside had spilled out. She smiled up at a man as he came upon her. “Aye lass, thank you.” His accent was British which perked her mood up. She was never shy around strangers with her parents’ occupations often making her bolder than most. He was dressed sharp too and looked like a musician. “Are you from London?” Joan asked. Maybe this flight wouldn’t be so boring now. 

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02/02/2023 05:15 PM 

🔥 Neverland Angel's Rules 🔥
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