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  1. I Don't Want to Miss a Thing [M]

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I'm wondering what you're dreaming; wondering if it's me you're seeing "Don't be," Dawson counters, maintaining the close distance between the two of them. His eyes, however, fall as an internal battle of the emotions anger, resentment, lust, affection and remorse, rages through his conscience. As it were, only Nate had the ability to make him—as powerful as he projected himself to be—feel so powerless. Only Nate could push him to lose control of himself, both in mind and body.  Momentarily, he's transfixed. Then finally, he swallows his pride to at least grant Nate a fleshed out apology, in place of the profession of his love—the love which although he'd yet to say out loud, was still very transparent to both. "I'm the one who should be saying sorry. Because you're absolutely right: I should have already said it, but I haven't." Finding himself a seat at the edge of the jacuzzi bath, next to Nate, Dawson nests his elbows upon his bare thighs, folds his hands and leans forward, still avoiding the gaze of his love interest. "And I haven't been the most patient or understanding when it comes to you. But I just want you to know that... that I would never intentionally try to hurt or upset you," he soothes, before turning his head and grabbing one of Nate's hands. It was a gesture that despite their sexual intimacy, had yet to be breached. It was an intimacy beyond the physical; one which expressed the deep feelings Dawson was too cowardly to scream from the rooftops. "I care about you way too much for that. It's just that both you and I know I always let my emotions get the better of me. Not that it excuses my actions, because there's no possible way it could. I fully admit I was wrong, like I already said." Dawson tightens his grip as means to gear himself up for his next intended act, then warily interlocks the couple's fingers. "God," he titters, "You know what's funny, Nate? The fact that despite my profession requiring me to be well spoken and deliver speeches, expressing myself to you has always been terribly difficult. And although it's probably impossible for me to make it up to you, I'd love for you to let me try..." MONTY @prince.
  2. I Don't Want to Miss a Thing [M]

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I'm wondering what you're dreaming; wondering if it's me you're seeing With his glass castle mounted high in the wispy clouds, the crowned King of Olympia—Dawson Clarke—felt remiss without someone to sit by his side upon the throne. Everything else would be coveted with ease, so it seemed. His mayoral campaign, more specifically, appeared without flaw, so it was simply a matter of time before he'd capture that prize as well. Now, as the sun set on another day in the city of dreams, his aim was to make amends with the person who captured his heart; someone who hadn't a clue how Dawson truly felt about him as of yet. The hour was drawing near: the moment Nathaniel Devereaux's flight would touch down in Olympia, and he'd arrive at Dawson's 'not so humble' abode. Dawson had already taken necessary measures to arrange their rendezvous, lighting candles around the luxurious marble jacuzzi bath, overlooking the sparkling city through transparent walls. After garnishing the steaming bubbles with rose petals and setting aside two bottles of the finest champagne, plucked the master bathroom's bar, he awaits his chariot to bring with it his spoils. He undresses to merely a short cashmere bath robe, his muscular legs and tight glutes teasing the rest of his fine, naked physique which he worked diligently to craft. Then... the bell would finally toll, the driver requesting entrance through the gates to paradise. "I'm upstairs!" Dawson calls to his arrived guest once he heard the front door pry open, as he poured himself the first glass of Krug Brut Vintage to wet his palette, against the sounds of neo-soul on vinyl. Every second thereafter melts like sugar, into what felt like centuries, adding to the excruciatingly long wait for this dire reunion with his lover. The footsteps of designer dress shoes against the expensive flooring grow louder in echo through the mansion, when suddenly they'd come to a stop behind him. With his trademark, high wattage smile just for his guest, Dawson turns to face Nathaniel and quietly observes the unchallenged specimen; his hair a blend between silk and gold, his seductive smirk framed by a steel, square jaw, his powder blue irises locked in a narrow shell, giving forth a natural smolder. No one could compete—except, of course, himself. Slow in his path toward his mate, he arrives face to face, finally. "Would you look at what we have here," he greets with effervescence, stroking his palm against Nate's cheek, then taking him in for a tight embrace. "Color me shocked that I was finally able to pull you away from your Olympic training, for any time at all. Thought the Y2K apocalypse would end us all before I even got to see you again. And you look..." he pulls back, combs his green eyes over Nate once more, and exhales, "fucking amazing." MONTY @prince.
  3.     Source Hopefully if they go to somewhere in Asia to shoot for a foreign destination, Marky Mark keeps his hands to himself!
  4. Simple Kind of Life

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 8px; width: 190px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life Emma nests her own delicate palm atop Melisa’s hand in a gesture of utmost gratitude and respect. Tenderly caressing her fleecy skin, she turns to the teacher with sincere, glossy eyes. "And thankfully, now he has you too."  There it was in the simplest of words: her pure, honest approval and unequivocal trust. A moment, though simple at its root, still took solid build over the years—years spent trying to shake the evil her parents instilled in her to fear through their own actions. But just as fast as her trust had grown, so did the hope that she wouldn’t hold any regret over putting faith in Melisa being a better mentor, provider, and protector to her baby than she tried her hardest to be. A single tear streams down the resilient Emma’s blushed cheek, leaving behind a blackened trail of mascara. Quickly, she catches the tear with her index finger. ”Shoot, here I go. This was the part I was dreading the most, but... I really should get going and leave you to do... what you do,” she titters, then winks through her dampened eyelids, proceeding to wipe her tear-laden face once more. "I left my cell number with the office in case of an emergency, and I guess I'll just pick Lucas up, right in this spot, later? I shouldn't be hard to see in the crowd between my belly button ring and all the heads turned my way." Her line of sight gravitates back toward Lucas, while her mind pulls toward the memory of his birth near five Valentine's Days ago, the vision still so strong it felt tangible. "My beautiful angel," murmured the then teenage Emma with delicate, trembling hands as she cradled her new born, overwhelmed with jubilation. "It's our little valentine." Her high school sweetheart, Anthony De Angelo, was seated by her side with strong, tender arms wrapped around the pair of them in place of a warm, cashmere blanket. His almond shaped eyes were coated with dew, uncharacteristic of the machismo, 'skater boy' male, and he whispered words of his own, each crackling like burning wood in a fireplace. "Can we call him Lucas? I learned from my nonna that it means 'bright' or 'shining'. And both of you are my light through all the fucked up shit I put myself, and you, through." The new father smiled as a calm, heavenly Lucas formed one of his own, his fresh face glowing back up at the young, unprepared parents, neither of them knowing this would be their last blissful moment together before Anthony's succumbed to his addiction and passed on.  Leaving her subconscious and re-entering the present time, she pans back to Melisa to break the brief silence. "Now, do you think it'd be easier for him if I sneak away? God, who am I kidding; do you think it'd be easier for me if I sneak away? Saying goodbye is about to destroy me." MONTY @Foxy
  5. It's really gonna be a serve, I wish they had a third relevant team so it could serve the Attitude Era classic TLCs  
  6. Not Moderated: Extreme Rules

      In an effort to put a lid on the heels and the heated, often off-topic debates of HB, we now bring you Extreme Rules. ER is the home of women's wrestling related arguments that are out of control! There are no limits here for stans, best known as those who will stop at nothing to ruthlessly defend their favorite women's wrestlers and bash everyone else's.     WARNING: THIS THREAD WILL NOT BE MODERATED AND MAY CONTAIN OFFENSIVE CONTENT! NSFW     All members must be aware that no negative comments in this thread should be taken seriously or to heart. There will be trolls stationed here, so if you would rather not hear something bad said about your favorite talent, then it would be in your best interest to stay out of this thread. Furthermore, this thread should be used to continue any off-topic or random women's or general wrestling debates. With the creation of this thread, note that moderators will be cracking down on forum rules and policies. This means trolling, flamebait and off topic posts will be looked at more strictly. Although we're going extreme, there are a few rules: - Personal fights ARE NOT allowed in here or anywhere on the forum. Utilize blogs or private messaging for that. - You can post about ANYTHING (not listed below) as long as it's women's or general wrestling related. Anything outside the scope of wrestling discussion and stan wars is off-topic (this include miscellaneous photoshoots or personal photos that belong in base threads). Refer to board rules for off-topic posts. - DO NOT discuss children. - DO NOT insult other members. - DO NOT post shockingly offensive images (graphic or explicit). Moderators will determine severity. Images containing nudity are only allowed to be posted if linked under a NSFW disclaimer. - DO NOT post sexually explicit dialogue (e.g. discussing in detail what a talent likes to do sexually or what you'd like to do) or shockingly offensive dialogue. NOT to be confused with sex based insults (e.g. calling a talent a "cum-guzzling gutter slut) which remains not moderated. - Trolling and flamebait posts are okay here ONLY!   *Rings bell*    
  7. Superstar Photo Booth

    ↪ Need a place to post miscellaneous women's wrestling related pictures from their social media, red carpet events, photoshoots, etc. and would rather share it outside of your stanbase since you're not well populated (like the Bella Army), nor do people generally care to know if your fave has left her cave (like AJ Lee)? Post it here. #TeamModel Only photos and discussion of said photos are allowed here. General women's wrestling discussions belong in Extreme Rules or base threads pertaining to the woman in question. Flamebait and trolling is not permitted. If you wanna laugh at a photo, this is not the place. Such posts also belong in Extreme Rules. Light criticism is allowed (e.g. "her make up doesn't look hot, fuck you ShitSham"; "yikes at her dress") . Refrain from posting direct links to social media for the forum to auto embed since it cancels the purpose of the Social Media Thread and may cause issues for this thread later if embedding ever changes. There are methods to getting the image link from the social media post for you to post. Use spoiler tags for multiple images as it slows down the webpage otherwise
  8.   Mortal Kombat is coming back to movie screens in 2020 and three more "kombatants" have joined the cast. Lewis Tan (Iron Fist) will play an undisclosed leading role, while Jessica McNamee (The Meg) has been cast as Sonya Blade, and Josh Lawson (Superstore) is Kano. They join the previously cast Ludi Lin (Power Rangers) as Liu Kang, Mehcad Brooks (Supergirl) as Jax, Joe Taslim (The Raid: Redemption) as Sub-Zero, Tadanobu Asano (Thor: Ragnarok) as Raiden, and newcomer Sisi Stringer as Mileena. The new Mortal Kombat is currently set to hit theatres on March 5, 2021.
  9. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    Mia dying so our fellow Storm can strike  
  10. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    Mia being most useful getting beat up
  11. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    IT'S THE WITCHCRAFT, WE'RE PEAKING  
  12. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    WHY WHEN WE DRAG THESE GIRLS, THEY BREAK SOMETHING OMG
  13. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    but I don't want it, Mia is boring, wrap it up
  14. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    we really should have gotten Toni in the War Games instead, Mia about to clunk around thinking she's snapping doing a suplex
  15. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    ! Mia is boring, literally anyone else on the other team would outserve
  16. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    the joshi girls are unmatched, it still astounds me how seamless all of them transitioned into heels while adapting their gimmicks to match  
  17. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    I went to do the cooking for DADam, what I miss?
  18. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    maybe one day he'll grow within me
  19. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    Angry Irish Finn is hot, it's giving me Justin Theroux in Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle with some Colin Farrell
  20. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    imagine the possibility of your fave returning, then getting your teeth knocked in the same day? hopefully she keeps her spirits up since there's (let's) light (it up) at the end of the tunnel
  21. Wednesday Night War | Official Chat Thread

    I'm tired of seeing Finn clothed, can they put him in a match?