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remus: *does literally anything* every living thing on earth: NO

Even death can't separate them

If you've ever summoned demon!hawks by accident, I feel bad for you.

Maybe you were feeling a tiny bit vindictive and gladly gathered the offerings required to make a deal with a lower-level demon you were planning to summon. Just a small little homeless spell...and only for a certain amount of time! That's it, you swear.

Unfortunately, things went slightly awry when you decided to make a tiny error in your summoning spell. An action you quickly came to regret when an entirely different entity spawned in your summoning circle.

…

A small hiss of smoke emerges from the pentagram, till it erupts into a full blown cloud of smoke that makes you shut your eyes and cough. You wave your arms around aimlessly to help dispel it. You silently pray to God it doesn't trigger any smoke detectors.

You squint to look around at your home, but it's like it's been engulfed in a thick fog, and your eyes begin to water. Maybe this was a bad idea...

Suddenly, just as you were thinking to leave through a window, a powerful gust of wind sends the smoke flying away. You immediately hack a cough and take in a large inhale through your mouth at the bout of fresh air.

You blink your watery eyes at what the hell just happened, and you gasp.

A demon stands proud in the middle of the pentagram. Entirely bare, his body is painted with strange, intricate black markings, the most remarkable ones being on his eyes. Sharp, golden eyes.

He flaps his large, red wings lightly to clear the remaining smoke, looking rather disinterested. 

You pale.

Whatever this thing is, it is not what you intended to summon. Hell, you were half predicting nothing would show up at all. You blink and come to your senses; then, bambi-scramble towards the counter for your book.

"Hey, where are you going?" His voice sounds male. Humanly so, and you shiver.

"Shut up." You respond mindlessly as your shaky hands open the marked page on your book. After a few rather inexpert turns, you finally do, and your eyes zero in on the picture of the demon.

Fat, garish, stubby, and old looking. Truly, one of the ugliest pictures your eyes had the misfortune of gazing upon.

You look back at your demon. He's lean, tall, and perhaps... handsome. 

No, no. Anything is handsome when compared to the demon in your book, you reason.

You run your hands across your face and resist a groan. What the hell were you even thinking? You're gonna go to work tomorrow after this. It's already late, and you have the audacity to make a mess at this hour.

Perhaps you're dreaming. Oh, yes. That is the most plausible answer. What the hell is a demon anyway? A being made to scare children into believing the moral of the story. That's all. All you need to do is pinch yourself, and you'll be awake--

"Hellooo?" The demon calls out, quite poutily. "Big, scary demon in your house. Come and sell your soul to mee." He waves as if that'll catch your attention.

You ignore him, and look over the instructions that you followed to summon the entity.

You slip from behind the counter with the book to your nose to stand in front of the summoning circle. Your eyes flit from the book to the circle, appraising your work. You circle it, paying attention to every detail. You’ve followed every step correctly, so…what gives?

"Hey!"

You finally look up from your book to him. He doesn't look amused.

He huffs, "I don't appreciate how rude you're being. I'm a high-class demon, and I’m being treated like this?"

"Are you?" You pipe up, surprised, "No, no, that can't be right..." You look back to your book. You specifically intended to summon a lower-class demon.

He guffaws, "Am I?"

Your eyes finally land on the ingredient list, orange-red salt.

You look at the summoning circle. Blood-red salt.

You facepalm. God, how could you be so stupid? You messed everything up over such a tiny mistake. Just great. Whole night ruined over what? Just because you were a vindictive little thing that wanted to get back at your trash bag ex, and it totally came and bit you in the ass. Stupid, stupid, stupid...

A loud creak is heard and your train of thought is cut off. You look up and pale at the sight of one of the wooden boards holding your house up having been snapped almost halfway. What on Earth…?

"Tick-tock." Your eyes look to his own, and there’s no hint of joking to them. They’re only sharp and intimidating. "You're on borrowed time, human. Better make a deal fast before this whole house comes crashing down on us." He doesn't look relaxed anymore, tone and demeanour rather serious.

You inhale through your nose, looking at him with wary curiosity, "What...does that mean?"

He laughs, "Don’t got a clue in the world, do ya?" He crosses his arms over his chest, "Well, I'll tell you. Since I'm so nice."

You tilt your head to the side, suddenly feeling anxious. The ceiling creaks again. "Tell me what?"

"Well, well, well, let's see here..." He puts his hand on his hip, drawing your eyes to a rather unsavory part of his body, you quickly look back at his eyes, "You opened a gateway from Hell to Earth inside your cute little house here, and it's putting quite the strain on it." You hear small splinters give way from above you, "Keep it open long enough, and well..." He looks unbothered, like it’s not his problem, "It'll all come crashing down on us."

You blink slowly, jaw slightly ajar. You swallow, and muster the words, "We're gonna die?"

"You're gonna die."

"I'm gonna die?"

"Unless you make a deal with me." He says nonchalantly.

There's a lag in your brain before the complete snap of one of your overhead beams draws your attention back to reality, "Okay, um, well...what kind of deal?"

He doesn't look impressed, "What kind of deal?"

"Well– Look, I summoned you on accident–" His eyebrows shoot up, "No, like, I meant to summon a different demon. And I think what I was going to ask fit his line of expertise more..."

He grins, "Try me."

You bring your hand up to explain, averting your eyes, "Well..." Then, you realize how ridiculous you'll sound. You click your tongue as you look into nowhere in particular, a lie not coming to you fast enough.

He yawns, "Come on, do you want to be homeless?"

Your face flushes in embarrassment at the irony of it all, "I actually..." You swallow, "I wanted to do that to someone else."

He snorts. A snort that erupts into a laugh. Right in your face. Talk about rudeness.

You cross your arms and look away, "Yes, yes. How hilarious. The irony is not lost on me."

He flicks a tear from his face as he comes down from his laughter, a small giggle coming out, "Oh...Oh Lucifer. Okay, I actually can't do that. But that's, so fucking funny."

You pinch your nose bridge, less mad at him and more so yourself. "Well, what can you do?" You say as evenly as you possibly can, which is not much.

He hums, "Affecting other humans directly is not exactly my forte."

You have a hand under your chin as you think, "Then, can you make me...super rich or something?"

"Well, ah...not quite."

"Then…” you try to think, “Can you make me crazy hot?" Perhaps a revenge look is what you should be going for, make your ex miss what they lost...

He grins slyly, "Don't worry, you don't need me in that department."

You try to ignore the flush that creeps down all the way to your neck. Rather annoyed, you burst out, "Well, tell me, then. What can you do?"

He inhales through his nose, "Hmm, I have to say, not much."

You grit your teeth at his annoyingly casual response. Instinctively, you look up. Unsurprisingly, even more of the beams have splinters and...holes in them. As if a mold has eaten its way through them.

Now, you're very, very worried.

"Please, just..." You swallow, trying your best to gather your scattered thoughts, "Anything, any deal you want, i'll do it. Just make it stop."

He smirks, like he’s won a big prize at a casino, "Anything?"

You're suddenly less sure, "Yes."

"Fine." A loud creak, "You can close the border by keeping me on Earth instead of the other way around. The deal can be making me your demon companion...in exchange for your soul."

You choke, and your head grows foggy, "What?"

"It's hard in Hell for a new guy like me." He laments, though a bit fakely... "No souls to keep me warm, and more importantly, powerful." He sighs, "I get picked on."

You look at him in horror, "And you're sure...you're sure there's nothing else I can give you?"

Another beam snaps, "Oh, absolutely. Though if it doesn't float your boat you can just wait it out till you die." He sighs sadly, "Then, you'll go to Hell anyway for summoning me and land in the hands of..." He grimaces, as if it disgusts him to even be looking at the page in your book, "That guy."

At your hesitance, he rolls his eyes, "Listen, you're going to Hell no matter what you choose. So, you might as well choose to stay on Earth longer." He smiles, "I promise I'm not so bad."

You don’t have much of a choice. With an inhale, you make your decision. 

“Fine. Deal.”

Oops, my hand slipped.

Dash fit perfectly against him, all their edges and curves fitting together like a broken jigsaw. He'd never taken time to notice or appreciate that before.

He did now, as he wrapped his arms around his neck and hooked his legs over his hips; he prayed the janitor would forgive them for knocking their cleaning supplies to the ground.

Dash's hands were warm, gentle, and strong as they trailed over his skin and pressed into his hips. He groaned under their touch, encouraging them on.

He wasn't sure when he'd taken his gloves off; he only knew they weren't there when he tangled his fingers in the small curls of Dash's hair, ruining his gelled back style, and he could feel the product on his fingertips.

If someone were to ask him how he got here, breathing and humming into Dash Baxter's mouth as Phantom in one of the many janitor closets on campus, he wouldn't be able to explain it. He really shouldn't know his way around Dash's lips the way he did. It had happened once, on accident, and then it had kept happening.

He'd heard Dash scream from the library and had charged in to help. He could still remember when Dash had apologized to him Senior Year; he'd been crying. They hadn't been super close or anything at the time, but Danny would have considered them friends.

Dash had been standing his ground bravely, hurling books at the ghost while he made his way toward the circulation desk to hide. It had given Danny enough time to change unnoticed and take down the ghost, a simple raccoon mascot looking thing.

He had sat down on the table to catch his breath and Dash had asked him a question and the next thing Danny knew, they had been talking until the early hours of the morning, surrounded by sacrificed books.

Dash had been really fun to talk too and there was a small part of him that liked getting to know him. And he guessed he liked the attention, answering questions Dash could only ask him. It had been some time after the first rays of sun began peaking over the mountains that Danny had noticed it, the glow in Dash's cheeks, the look in his eyes, the tiny giggles in his voice.

Dash had a crush on Phantom.

He hadn't even realized when he'd leaned over and kissed him, his sleep-deprived brain failing to communicate the plan to him. Plan or not, he'd learned that Dash wore flavored chapstick-pomegranate that day, he remembered- and that he was a really good kisser.

The next time he'd fought a ghost on campus, Dash had foolishly dived in to help and had almost ended up dropped from one of the school's balconies. Danny had nearly lost his mind, and he supposed ending a safety tirade with a makeout session wasn't exactly a good idea- rewarding bad behavior and all that. But he was weak. And that's what college was for right? Kissing people without a reason?

That's when Dash had approached him- Danny Fenton- and asked him to teach him about ghost hunting. He was determined not to be a burden to Phantom the next time they met. It was brave and endearing so Danny not only tutored Dash on ghost knowledge, but he also offered to train him on hand to hand combat. And, boy, had that been a mistake.

Between Dash intently listening to him, being geuninely inquisitive, and losing one too many sparring matches, he'd found a reason.

He liked Dash. He liked him and it wasn't fair because Dash liked the version of him that couldn't take him on dates, or hold his hand while they studied, or kiss him goodbye for class, or cuddle during movie nights.

And the worst part? Danny had done this to himself. Of course he had.

Once Dash and Phantom had agreed on a no strings attached thing, boundaries firmly in place, he'd begun seeking him out even when there weren't ghosts attacking simply because he was having withdrawals and Fenton couldn't worm his tongue between Dash's teeth.

This being one of those times. He'd fought a ghost several hours earlier but had to wait around for Dash to get out of his evening class. It'd been near torture.

He used his grip in Dash's hair to drag him closer, relishing in the noise it pulled from him. Dash pressed against him til his back hit the wall and they were flush together. God, it wasn't fair how good he was at this.

Kissing Dash was addicting. There was no pressure for him to say or do the right thing, to perform, or be any kind of expert, or to go any further than he wanted. They could simply exist together, get to know each other like this, slow and without any sexual pressure. Danny loved the simplicity of it.

Dash had come out to him as asexual twice. The first time as Phantom when they were setting boundaries for this whole kissing situation. The second was when Dash had felt like Fenton and he were good enough friends that he wanted to tell him about the situation (not that it was with Phantom- some guy on campus, he'd said) and had to explain- to tell someone how kind and patient he was and how he'd been so scared it wouldn't work out and thankful when it had.

Danny had never been more jealous of himself than he had in that moment. He, as Fenton, could be kind and patient with Dash too, Hell, he'd beat his own record of kindness if it meant Dash would kiss him like this as Fenton.

Dash pulled away from him, heaving air into his lungs. Danny whined, chasing after him. "Don't stop."

Dash giggled, turning his head to the side so Danny's lips hit his cheek instead. "Unlike you, some of us still need to breathe."

"Boo, lame." Danny switched tactics, trailing his lips over Dash's jaw, pausing occasionally to nip at the skin as he made his way back toward his ear and neck.

Dash leaned into the touch, breathy moans dripping from his lips. "Being lame doesn't seem to be stopping you."

It'd take a lot to stop me now.

Danny hummed, ignoring him in favor of rolling his flesh between his teeth and soothing the spot with his tongue.

"You know," Dash breathed, "my friends are starting to… ask about these? Paulina is the worst but you should hear Danny. I think… it's the highlight of his day to tease me. I probably… deserve it for everything I put him through in the beginning of high school."

Danny wasn't sure how to feel about Dash constantly talking about his other personas to him all the time; it was getting hard for him to tell which one he had the crush on. Danny really didn't like the false hope fluttering in his chest. "Are you sure he's teasing you for revenge and not something else?"

He moved his lips lower, repeating the process over Dash's collarbone. Dash sunk his fingers deeper into the flesh of Danny's hips; he grinned, proud of himself for that.

"What, hmm, what do you mean?"

Danny pulled Dash's head around, kissing over to the other side of his neck to leave marks there. He did enjoy teasing Dash about the hickeys he left; Dash didn't try to hide them and that made Danny giddy.

"Maybe he's jealous."

Dash snorted. "Fat chance of that. It's a miracle he even considers being friends with me."

Danny uncurled his fingers from Dash's hair, letting them trail over his shoulders, easing the tension from the muscles. He couldn't help the flame of curiosity burning in his chest. "Would you want him to be jealous."

Dash hesitated, his hands moving to settle on Danny's thighs, tearing a gasp from him and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Maybe."

Danny pressed his lips to Dash's cheek, lingering and murmuring against his skin. "I won't be offended."

Dash turned, catching his lips again, and had that been the end of the conversation, Danny wouldn't have complained. He was high off the answer he'd already received.

Maybe.

Dash's tongue in his mouth was distracting and it's not like he wanted to think about anything past that anyway. His chapstick was strawberry today, he'd never worn that before.

"I think I would." Dash muttered against his lips. "Is that wrong?"

Danny hummed, brain fuzzy. "Why would it be?"

Dash chuckled. "I'm kissing you and you're telling me that if I wished it were Danny Fenton sitting on this janky shelf, you wouldn't be offended. A lot of people would consider me in the wrong for thinking of someone else. And you're saying it as if it's something I can even entertain."

Danny stole another lingering kiss before answering him- he couldn't help it; Dash's lips were like drops of rain and he was thirsty. "Why couldn't you? What's stopping you from wrapping your head around the idea of Dash Fenton?"

Dash groaned, quietting him with his lips, his teeth nipping. Danny was unapologetic about the noise that got out of him. He anchored himself, digging his fingers into Dash's biceps; god he was so fit. He'd trace every muscle if he could.

"He'd never look at me that way. I wouldn't deserve it if he did. I barely deserve what's happening right now."

Danny kissed him, long and gentle, letting every soft feeling he felt for Dash trail across the nerves of his mouth, real and tangible. "I think we have very different definitions of what you deserve. I was there, remember? I saw how all of you treated each other six years ago. I think he picked on you just as much as you picked on him."

Danny wished Dash would move his hands, touch him more, make him feel real… more alive.

Dash shook his head, their noses bumping. "Self-defense doesn't count as picking on someone."

"Oh, he did more than defend himself. He pranked you unprovoked many times." Danny mumbled, low, a chuckle building in his throat at old memories. "I think you should tell him, you never know-"

Dash pressed their lips together, coaxing Danny's open and titling his head for a better angle. Danny moaned, completely ready to never speak again in favor of being kissed like this.

Dash's hands trailed up his sides, making him shiver. He brushed them over his chest and up his neck, caressing his cheeks. He really hoped this closet was sound proof; and that the janitor wouldn't need it any time soon.

"What about you?" Dash whispered, pulling away to breathe again. "If Danny does… like me back, where does that leave you and our… arrangement?"

Danny whined at the loss of contact and blinked his eyes open to see Dash staring at him, genuine concern shining in his deep blue eyes. Danny wished he could see his freckles in this light. "I'm a ghost, Dash. I'm sure I'll be okay without… this. You should be with someone like you, you know, alive."

Me, I'm alive. Fenton is alive.

Dash hummed. "I'll think about it. Things with you are easy."

And they're not with me? I can be easy.

"Fighting ghosts to seduce me is easy?" Danny couldn't help but joke when he was nervous, and there wasn't a nerve in him that wasn't jittery and on fire.

Dash laughed, pulling Danny into his lips again. "No, I'm just not as scared to lose you."

Fuck.

Danny surged forward, kissing Dash with every untamed emotions coursing through him. His lips pressing harder and more desperate than before; his hands moving back to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

He was in trouble.

He liked Dash.

He liked him so much. And if he didn't say anything to him, to Fenton, after this, then he would. Danny would tell him how he felt. Hell, he'd tell him he was Phantom if that's what it took. Whatever it took to tell him he deserved these feelings and they weren't going anywhere. He'd do it.

A light flooded the room. He blinked his eyes open, scary mode activated as they narrowed in annoyance at whoever was barging in.

It was Sam and Tucker.

Fuck, he'd completely forgotten to check in with them after the ghost fight earlier. He pulled away from Dash, laughing nervously. "Sorry, occupied?"

Dash whipped his neck around to stare; how he didn't break it was a mystery. "Um, its not what it looks like?"

Sam's jaw was nearly on the floor and Tucker wasn't even trying to contain his laughter.

"Danny's making out with-"

Sam elbowed him, cutting him off. "Getting cozy with Danny Phantom, Dash?"

Dash sighed. "It's exactly what it looks like."

Danny gently untangled his limbs from Dash's frame and stood, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Then he marched over and shoved Sam and Tucker back into the hallway, ushering them down the hall.

Tucker cackled the whole way. "I can't believe we just caught you with Dash's tongue down your throat!"

Danny shoved him. "Quiet! He can still hear you!"

Sam raised an eyebrow at him. "Care to explain the jock you had between your legs?"

Danny hid his face in his hands. "You guys suck." He wanted to launch himself into the sun. "Can we just get out of here before he finds out?"

"Walk of shame! Walk of Shame!" Tucker guffawed.

The only thing stopping him from locking himself in his room for the rest of the semester was the hope beating in his chest.

Dash liked him.

And for now, that was enough to let him handle his friends teasing and questions.

… I’m sorry but this time I mean it chat! It’s on the wayy!

Polls are in so now imma work on it!! Wish me luck!!

Wait what vampire did Silver get betrayed by

could have been anyone 👁️👁️

dont say that u love me or soemthing

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part 2

Remind me to learn how to draw with markers bc i ruined a tgchk art...

Apologies to everyone who signed up for osemanverse stuff and got me ranting about Midwestern emo

He looks like the guy from that detentioneer show on ABCme

I would rather die in a fire than listen to the fucking smoke detector go off.

Oh dear god, I’m sorry but I’d murder any one of you to go to this exhibit

Art With A Purrr-pose: Cats Take Over The Worcester Art Museum

"Meow" explores our age-old fascination with these furry creatures using a trove of works from the museum's collection. And, this project is even playing a role in finding homes for rescue cats.

The team at the Worcester Art Museum dug deep into the their collection of 35,000 objects to unearth and better understand cat imagery through the ages.

Oh, and one part of the exhibit includes adoptable, live cats.

“One risk this project has is that it’s too cute,” said Jon Seydl, head of curatorial affairs at the museum.

Cue the cuteness.

Updated with the correct spelling of Worcester. We regret the error.

Hi! I know that this is super random but I just wanted to say that you did a really great job on these feud descriptions. I see a lot of theories and opinions about storylines on tumblr and your work is really the best. It is really cool to read these and I think you have a great attention to detail and make things easy to understand. Because sometimes when people see the storylines on tv it can be hard to understand and easy for people to lose the true meaning behind why the superstars are fighting. I love everything about this especially the gifs and subtitles which add such a cool look and feel. Keep up the great work! 👍🏻❤️Okay I’m done now and thanks for listening to my ted talk. 😂🤗

The Boss vs The Man: A Battle For Greatness

The Boss and The Man are very different characters.  However their goals and ambitions have always been the same - to be at the top.

“Pissed Off For Greatness”

When Sasha became The Boss in NXT, it’s because she wanted centre of attention, to have the spotlight and to be the champion. She was angry that she had been being overlooked and underestimated for so long. She decided that the only way to achieve her dreams was to be ruthless and take down anyone that stood in her way and it worked for her.

Now Becky also had similar frustrations. Her career wasn’t really going anywhere in NXT. She eventually crossed paths with the Boss who gave her an idea: what do you need to do to make it to the top? Becky took that advice an aligned herself with Sasha. Together, they could work together to take out their competition. But there was underlying tension between them. 

This alliance would eventually dissolve when they both got a shot at the NXT Women’s Title. Sasha won the championship match, and now she was at the top. And where did that leave Becky? With nothing. They would eventually clash for the title. Sasha didn’t see Becky as her equal. She believed she made Becky. Becky lost the match but that would be her breakout moment. That set the stage for everything that’s happening now.

“Greatness doesn’t need to be goaded into being great.”

Charlotte, Sasha and Becky got called up to the main roster at the same time. And whilst Charlotte and Sasha had already made names for themselves, Becky struggled to find her place in the division. Opportunities would come and go and Becky would make the best of them, but the spotlight was on Sasha and Charlotte. Becky was always overlooked. An afterthought. She was even told she was the least relevant in the women’s evolution. Sasha and Becky both got the opportunity to face Charlotte for the women’s championship but Becky was the third wheel in that match. Once again an afterthought.

Eventually Becky would get separated from the two women she’s been tied to for the majority of her career. She then became the inaugural Smackdown women’s champion. Finally at the top of her own division, but there was something missing.

She realised what it was when she once again got pushed to the side for Charlotte Flair. “To be the best you have to beat the best”. Becky’s frustrations turn her against her former friend and the fans. However, she came to realise that the WWE Universe was on her side. They had been paying attention to her journey. They wanted her at the top. Becky had been holding back because she didn’t want step on any toes. But enough was enough. In NXT, she said she had come into this company to takeover and that’s what she decided to do. This system that had been against her from the beginning. The corporate heads never had faith in her but the fans did. She knew what she deserved. She’d fought hard to be where she was unlike the Charlottes and Rondas of this world.

With the support of the WWE Universe, Becky is able to take what she’s owed. She’s grabbed the brass ring and finally at the top of the mountain.

“The Greatest Woman To Never Be Great”

Sasha Banks’ journey has not been as easy as it looks. Coming to the main roster, Sasha not only craved attention but she wanted the respect of the WWE Universe. And that would be the beginning of a long arduous road for The Boss. Changing her attitude would lead to a series of embarrassing title reigns and wasted opportunities. She’s in the spotlight and gets to be in all these first-evers but always comes up short. Doing things the right way has not worked out for her.

She also realises that the system has never really been in her favour. Whenever she gets something, it gets taken away because she’s being the good guy. She has been of the backbone division yet been served on the chopping block to women she feels are lesser than her. She is the standard. She is the talk of the division yet no one respects her. No one believes in her and that has messed with her confidence. The tag titles present an opportunity to finally have gold but Sasha knows that just moves her farther away from her goal of being at the top. Being a mid-carder? That’s beneath her. And when she and Bayley lose the titles at Wrestlemania, that’s the last straw. She decides to take off and let the division fend for itself.

A Worthy Adversary

Now Becky is at the top. On the cover of posters and magazines, she’s the face of the company. But once again something is missing. She’s beaten Charlotte more times than she can count, she’s taken out Ronda and at this point Lacey Evans is her personal punching bag. Becky has done everything she needs to do. But she’s…bored? There’s this nagging feeling that there’s something that she hasn’t done yet. What is it? Defeat Sasha Banks.

Sasha Banks has been gone for months but somehow she’s still the centre of attention. The week of Wrestlemania when Becky makes history, all everyone is talking about is Sasha Banks: Where is she? Are the rumours true? When is she coming back? Becky is at the top of now but somehow Sasha is still in her spotlight. Becky needs Sasha to come back. She needs to defeat the woman who always doubted her and never saw her as a worthy adversary. So she goads Sasha, taunts and mocks her for being a sore loser whenever she gets the opportunity. But Sasha never responds. 

Now Sasha has been watching Becky. As Sasha’s career has been going down a road leading nowhere and Becky has been making her way to the top. Sasha was relegated to a pointless tag team match while Becky got to achieve Sasha’s dream of main-eventing Wrestlemania. Sasha made Becky, yet Becky is living The Boss’s dreams. Becky is getting everything Sasha ever wanted. Becky has the support of the fans. And Sasha is envious. She’s played nice for too long. Becky isn’t even on her level but has the audacity to mock her. She needs to come back and take what’s hers.

The Boss vs The Man

These two women have always had to fight for what they wanted. Becky has got to the top because she worked for it and had the fans on her side. And while Sasha initially had more opportunities, she’s lost momentum because she tried to be a people-pleaser. She wanted to be the hero but people saw right through it, that’s why it didn’t work. Becky and Sasha have never been the chosen ones. They’ve always had to take what they wanted. And now Becky has what Sasha wants. She wants The championship and Becky’s spot. As for Becky, she needs to tick off last thing on her list - Defeating Sasha Banks. The woman who always doubted her and never saw her as an equal.

While Sasha might have made Becky in NXT, Becky became The Man on her own. Sasha hasn’t been The Boss since NXT and now she’s back with a vengeance. That rage that fuelled her in NXT is back. She’s hungrier and more desperate than ever. Sasha is back for the fame, the money and the glory. Becky is at the top of her list because she has what Sasha needs. She still doesn’t think Becky is her equal. But Sasha has been paying attention. To be the man you need to beat The Man. They have a lot of history together and They may think they know each other but they’ve both changed. Becky is more confident now and Sasha is back in her element.

The Battle For Greatness

Becky has been playing a cat and mouse game with everyone who ever did her wrong. Telling them “get me before I get you.” That message was for Sasha.

And what does Sasha do on her return? Go after Natalya. She isn’t about to play The Man’s games. She has her own plan. She’s been ignoring Becky for months and she knows it’s gotten to her. She knows she’s in Becky’s head. That’s how she lured Becky out the night of her return. Sasha is still treating Becky like she isn’t worth her time.

The tables have turned. Now Becky believes that she’s made Sasha the top dog. She thinks that Sasha has done nothing of consequence since she’s been gone while she’s been making headlines. Now because of Becky, Sasha is the talk of the town. 

Becky’s game worked. She’s been trying to get Sasha back and The Boss finally took the bait. But Sasha is playing a different game. Something more sinister that she hasn’t revealed yet. There’s a lot at stake for them and not just the title. Their reputations and their positions. This is a battle for greatness. This is a blood feud and Clash of Champions is only the beginning.

INTJ

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OMG THIS. THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING.

I’ve been ranting about this to all of my friends and family and they always dismiss it but I think that there is something to unlock here!!!

In a world where world peace/hunger/poverty/etc was SOLVED and now the earths biggest issues are intergalactic communications and exploration… what happens to art? Or more specifically, pop culture?

Okay tbh, I was gonna keep on talking but the post I’m reblogging says jt all really lmao.

My one problem with Star Trek is that no one is ever consuming contemporary media. As in media that's contemporary for their time period. Everyone is always reading old novels and practicing classical music. They study Klingon Opera or read old Cardassian mysteries. No one is ever like really into obscure Klingon Nightcore. Nobody is reading shitty Ferengi pulp novels. There's no kids media of any kind. Where is space Sesame Street or junior novels about gaining superpowers from a warp core accident? What about comic books? Nobody is playing crappy indy holodeck games. It's always some recreation of a historical battle or just lounging in a mud pit at some alien spa. Someone give me angsty Bajoran protest music. I need some rebellious teens producing the worst most cacophonous death metal techno that they recorded in an empty cargo bay. I need contemporary pop culture in Star Trek.

People of Tumblr! (Warning⚠️: this might be rude to ask about but I don’t know social ques)

Way back in middle school I made an oc and over the years I’ve been fleshing her out in my head. (She was inspired by some teachers, and a childhood friend) Her mother is Japanese and her father is American-Korean. I freaking love the traditional clothing of Japan and Korean (seriously every woman I see in it looks like a freaking goddess!) but something about my character; she loves fashion and wants to embrace all of her heritage, the Japanese, the Korean, and the American. So I was wondering if anyone has ever tried combining the traditional clothing of both sides of their heritage. But since I don’t really have anything to embrace, I didn’t know if this would be offensive to people’s culture or if I should just forget it. So sorry if this offends someone. I’m really dumb when it comes to social stuff.

When you're bored in czech class and start making fanart for the poem you're supposed to be dissecting