The name is Basil, welcome to my mess of a blog! This is a multi-fandom place, with the focus mainly in Professional Wrestling, Mash and 9-1-1. I do video edits, as well as write for all 3. (Link to my fics on A03, mostly SFW)
AND NOW GIFS AS WELL!
This is mostly positive blog, and I'm just here for a good time. That being said, I'm putting a blanket warning because half of the stuff I post or reblog about will contain Blood & Violence. Choking will be tagged, but please tell me if I miss something.
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If you want some nitty gritty stuff, down below we go!
Wrestling- current obsession
-My second round with wrestling, and the second time I got into it at a very weird time.
-AEW fan here, but open to most wrestling at the moment.
-Basil's diving in! is a tag I'm using for New Japan but it's also for other wrestling companies I'm still learning about.
MASH
-Team "why not both" when it comes to Trapper vs BJ.
-My favorite did switch though from Trapper to Father Mulchay.
-I love the earlier seasons, but a lot of my favorite episodes come from season 7. My all time favorites though is "Heal Thyself" and "Blood Brothers".
-I have made the mistake of watching the movie with my mom for the first time. It was...something. Made history thought by being the first movie to say "fuck".
9-1-1
-I've been watching since season 1, and I've watched this fandom grow so much.
-I have survived the lawsuit-era fics, it's been that long.
-Chim and Bobby are my favorite characters (and for Lone Star it's Grace and Judd)
-I am on with Buddie, but I'm mostly Buck x happiness PLEASE.
If you made it this far into my rambling: thanks for reading!
too sleepy to make this fancy. it is july 26th here in my timezone, so i published a birthday fic for roddy where he talks to the guy who plays him on TV (or really the other way around). i love magical realism. have a good day everyone i'll go to bed now <3
With All My Faults, Cares and Woes (I keep to myself)
im following @himbos-hotline's path of long fic song titles (because they're cool damnit
ANYWAY
AN: I've been busy this July and when this comes out, I'm probably passed out somewhere. Like I've been doing, I'm throwing a bunch of birthday fics at everybody, and I mean (mostly) everybody. This one is with everyone's favorite Messiah of backbreakers!
This is 1k words, link will be somewhere soon in a reblog, until then the fic will be underneath here somewhere.
@blizzardsuplex also tagging you because I've been screaming about this for forever this month (and she also wrote something super cool for Roddy's Birthday so check it out too! )
The match was in less than five minutes. Roddy was more than prepared, for once.
The nerves he was expecting to have were nowhere near him, as long as he kept moving around and stretching out legs that still felt a bit tight. The bag next to him brushed with every movement, the weight that was zipped up also bouncing against his back with a unsteady rhythm.
A year ago, he imagined himself with belts but with different people. He didn't imagine being in a whole other group that accepted him with no problems while he pulled up every wall imaginable around him, trying to deny a new reality. Roddy should have known that the walls he had were thinner than he remembered and that cracks were starting to show. By the time he realized he needed to repair it, The Conglomeration broke right through, marching right in with Kyle and made themselves at home.
Now he was here preparing to defend with two people, one that he already knew about and another that he was trying to learn because every moment in this new little group, some new fact shows up that he has to pocket it in the back of his mind to know what's good or bad or in between enough to not hurt people he's willing to protect.
Like how he sees a shade of blue coming to the left of him and he looks over to see said newest partner with his shades halfway down his face, picking at the metal buttons on his jacket and his feet slowly tapping to a rhythm that Roddy has heard on tile floors many times before.
His usually greeting was held back by the gentle bite of his teeth holding his tongue back. Instead, a softer call of 'Orange!' came from his mouth. It still made shoulders tense up and the usual hidden blue eyes now frown up.
Lord, does he have many things to learn about.
Fact #1: Orange Cassidy isn't as chill as he tries to be. Or, like he used to be.
It was still there, in his dragged out voice and movements in and out the ring they share. When they were fighting against each other, he still gave all kinds of hell for a chip of something on Roddy's shoulders to appear. But there were moments where the same cracks that was in Roddy's walls showed through that 'whatever' style that followed Orange, like in his half covered up shoulders that were still squeezing together, or how his "mhhm?' sounded a bit shorter to Roddy's ears.
He wish he didn't have a slight clue on what caused them to appear. "You ready?" Roddy asks, just to have a calm start.
"Ummā¦yeah?" It felt more like a question. His fingers never left his jacket.
"This match is about to be easy on us for once," Roddy stretched out with a groan, trying to get whatever was seeping through Orange away, "which would be a blessing today." It was a group they've all faced individually and beaten, so all the confidence he had for a win was at an sky high.
And, thankfully, he was right. 15 minutes later, their backpacks were still heavy with the belts and the coolness of the lockers was against Roddy's back. Kyle went to get something out of the arena and left him and Orange back in the now empty locker room. Orange was already lying down, his legs propped up on the flat floor like it always was and was already falling asleep. His fingers were the only thing that ratted him out, slowly circling the buttons on his jacket.
Fact(?) 2: Orange messes with his jacket on big event days.
Pockets were his thing, his safety net. Roddy knew that much, at least up until now.
Did he always do that? Was this another thing to file off as just an Orange Cassidy ritual? Did he always think this hard when it comes to finding out stuff about friends?
(He still has the memory of Adam with the biggest bowl of bread pudding at a random table and rambling to Roddy like he didn't drag him to a random bakery that had it in the first place with wrestling strength he shouldn't have been using.
He attempted to make someākey word attemptedāand burned it. Roddy still pushes Adam away whenever he tries to tell the story to someone else.)
Roddy decides to look right up at the ceiling to try and find an answer through the popcorn patterns he never liked. He hears shifting metal where Orange was, scrapping the floor and making his teeth itch. He licked his teeth to bring the nerves away.
"Orange." Again, not as loud as he usually is. He unfortunately can still see tense shoulders in the walls. "Are you good, man?" He waits for a response, like last time.
The air conditioning finally kicks in harder, filling in instead. That coolness that he was stealing from the lockers was coming back.
"Umā¦" He hears Orange starts off, the denim jacket dragging a bit more and Roddy takes his eyes off the ceiling to see Orange now trying to sit up against the same lockers. "What if weā¦would have lost?"
That sent a lick of something hot through. "What do you mean by that?"
"I meanā¦would you still be here? Orā" He accidently interrupts himself by pushing himself a bit too hard against the lockersāand making a curse come out of the both of themā finally being almost close to Roddy, "āor would I be like,on my back busted open or something?"
That hot lick was still swirling around.
Fact #2.5: Orange has a lot more damage than he lets on.
That's the wrestler hidden secret unfortunately. Unless it's keeping you from wrestling, keep your mouth shut and keep going. It's being broken the longer he wrestles, quicker than he realized, but the ones that were trained by the veterans still carry it until the cameras go away and they are sitting far from the ring. He can't even count the number of times he done this himself.
He knows about the end of Orange's title runs. He's been the cause of the last and seen how battered Orange was and was still giving him strikes. Roddy only heard of what happened to him weeks later, and floating bouts of his remaining friend that was more of a dick than he's seen. Then the rest came tumbling out around him and suddenly that match that he had the year before wasn't enough.
He should have kicked that friend harder. "I would have just left the ring."
"And?"
"And, that's it." There's still moments where he could still feel the burn around his neck, of metal dog tags being whipped from the way it broke off of his neck. "I don't like losing, but I'm not gonna risk what I've been building with you over that." That lick was right there aggravating it, leading him through this conversation to make something right.
"Oh." It sounded like a surprise. Another clank near the lockers. Orange had his eyes closed now, looking more like he should. "Ok." That sounded a lot more certain, moreā¦Orange. His hands were still on his buttons, though it was calmer than he's seen.
Fact(?) 2: Orange messes with his jacket on big event days. out of nerves?
"You always mess with your jacket like that?" Smooth.
It didn't stop the movement though. "It umā¦helps with not overthinking, sometimes."
Fact (!)#2: Orange messes with his jacket like how he messes with his glasses or his ring or his wife's hair. Another outlet of some sort.
okay im making this again, just so its clear where im at the moment and what i need cause the other one was getting messy ough
so my cat went to the vet recently which cost me about 500ā¬, on top of me having to pay a little bit more than that on rent, and not having any work shifts on the second half of june which means im not getting paid until the very tail end of july. im behind on rent, i managed to pay like half of it at least but its still the most urgent thing. and who knows if we have more vet visits to come cause my cat is still refusing to eat well and shes going on medication now so she'll need control visits within the next month or two. which will also be costly (however i should hopefully have work shifts by then so maybe that'll be mostly covered. i hope)
on top of that, theres food and bills and other expenses that need to be paid and i really do not get paid until the 27th at earliest and i have. like 300ā¬ to my name which should all be going to my rent. i have applied for payment help but since they usually dont cover animal costs and my funds are all over the fucking place, idk how well that'll go; and even if it gets approved, i will have to wait for at least a week, most likely more, to get any of that money, so...
0/350ā¬
costs include food and bills and other expenses i quickly counted at the moment and i should be able to make it to my next payday. again, unless something urgent comes around and she needs to go back to the vet, for example, if she manages to get worse again which. is a very high possibility tbh. so this is the very lowest possible goal i can set at this moment
i have a ko-fi, theres a shop with bracelets and keychains for sale, as well as custom commissions for such things are open if you'd like to get something for your support š
wait a big update to the number actually, they did approve my application for payment help which helps so much oh my god im so much closer to making it through this month šš
may have to call the vet tomorrow cause shes still not eating properly so im assuming theres something wrong with her teeth and i absolutely cannot cover that visit if its required so :') i may have to raise the goal (that was already like the bare minimum i needed to cover bills and food until i get paid ough)
in case you missed it, shes.. gone now. im left without the light of my life and more vet bills stacked on top of the other stuff and i have absolutely lost count on how much money i need to pay for everything and im too sad and exhausted and burnt out to think anymore so
i made a post like this before but I can't find it now. so. I'll just redo it.
What's the first "big news story" you remember from when you were a kid?
It's something I love to ask mixed-aged groups sometimes because I think it's really interesting to see the responses. I've gotten answers from the Olympics of [whatever year] to Watergate to more recent stuff from my niblings.
My first news thing I remember is the OJ Simpson trial. I vaguely remember watching the news with my grandparents before that, but that's the first story I remember, in part because my second grade teacher had us go play so she could watch the verdict š
AN: JULY BIRTHDAY MONTH WRITING CONTINUES!!! I've been wanting to write about Uno for a good while now and now IT'S TIME!
as always, ao3 link to it is right here and the fic itself is below!
People always ask if he was bothered by how small the Dark Order was now a days.
Back when they had twelve to twenty people and growing applicationsāstill growing last time he checked his inboxābecoming the biggest group was the goal that hung up on their walls and notes. 'Oh yeah, for sure,' he would have said with certainty, 'we want to expand our group to bigger things.' They didn't have the slightest clue what the years were going to be in store.
People left, with and without fanfare. Twelve to twenty became eight to five and then three waiting on their fourth. There were still moments where words weren't enough to cover the stings in the memories that still walk around. Some of their old twelve came back to make amends and all of them had their own path now outside of the Order, whether Uno understood it or not.
He thinks of Anna and Alan, Preston and Stuāthe ones that still gives him hell for multiple reasons. He thinks of the one that was nothing like the person he invited in, and that he didn't know if they would ever see eye to eye ever again. Uno doesn't even let himself believe they would have choose The Order: he found out that answer twice through bloody hands and a knot in the back of his head from the chair that was slammed forward. He was warned that they burned everything they touched, and still Uno stubbornly refuse to believe them completely when he see them hugging on friends that had once abandoned them.
That made the idea of just the three of them come a lot easier. Just Uno, Alex and John.
They made Ring of Honor more of their stomping grounds, starting climbing back up and getting right back into people's focus. The chants and cheers never left, it just took a minute for them to grow again. It still surprised them all every time. Uno, Alex and John were the new Dark Order people talked about but they still have their goal in their back pockets. They just had more resources, more time.
Uno had more time, time for gaming and talking about said games and promoting the hell of new titles that showed up in his view. He was grateful, but that itch for wrestling was still in his system. Both of the boys were becoming restless.
Uno, despite having his hands on more things, was getting restless. So he got his head down into papers, locations around him, trainees that already trusted him enough to go with his plans.
Mystery wrestling came from that energy and along with it came the twelve to twenty and growing that was missing. They didn't have the title, but to him it counted. 26 shows underneath his belt, each one finding himself with more ideas to throw at people and online, even more ideas thrown and written at him. He would be exhausted at the end of each show but satisfied with how it came out.
Today, he was flat against a ring, his head spinning with more things to do, to see after, to think about in the bonds of time. He looks around at the area he was at now, the tumbling and planning surrounding him, another one of his students coming to him with an idea he was not prepared for in the slightest.
Was he bothered by the size of the Dark Order? It depends. Not today, though.
very š„°š„°š„° when musicians leave bits in songs where they're saying 'is this thing on?' or 'it's still recording y'know.' chairs scraping, retuning guitars, saying 'let's do that bit again', 'was that take any good?'
the way that whole āyou have no idea what its like to be meā part goes down
how fucking offended he sounds. he almost laughs at it a little bit even with how absurd it is that someone would think they know how it feels to be this underrated
āsetback after setback. alienated. left in the cold. ā¦forgotten.ā just the way the tension shifts with that last one. and knowing the backstory to this whole character and in relation to his injury, yeah he has faced all of these hardships and is so publicly open about them like not many others, its just. so easy to relate. and he can tab into those emotions and bring them out there. its beautiful, yet so very tragic at the same time because its TRUE
ābut i embraced the change because this is artā i feel like this drives home the point i made at some point about how this whole āartā thing is presented here - he embraced some kind of change. we know artists make whole lot of revisions and different drafts to their works to find what works the best for the final version. hes ready, willing and able to make those same changes for the sake of this art form, to bring out the best possible version of himself to do what must be done. he will be ready and done eventually, but its also the journey of learning on the way while we get there. the journey of bettering yourself and making the best possible changes for the ultimate final product
āyou wont be a footnote in this story of redemptionā - again, relating to the art thing, footnote. but also the way he says āstory of redemptionā with such smugness. and look at that face, both there and after. that smile is twitching in the corner of him mouth. hes so fucking proud of himself for that, for putting alex into his place
but also the smile at the end, it comes as fast as it goes. hes still unsure about this, about something. he so desperately wants to be proud of himself, be sure of himself about this, but at the same time, is he really? is he actually ready for this? to back up all his claims and make sure he really is the more underrated one here, to end this three match saga with alex? i mean we know now how that ended (short answer, yes he was) but also.. yeah. something about the way hes slightly hesitant to full on put on that smile to be so proud of himself hits really hard on this one
..anyways thats it. ive just been thinking about this a lot lately (as this is one of my favorite promos and i so desperately need him to make more solo stuff like this oof)
AN: JULY BIRTHDAY MONTH WRITING CONTINUES!!! I've been wanting to write about Uno for a good while now and now IT'S TIME!
as always, ao3 link to it is right here and the fic itself is below!
People always ask if he was bothered by how small the Dark Order was now a days.
Back when they had twelve to twenty people and growing applicationsāstill growing last time he checked his inboxābecoming the biggest group was the goal that hung up on their walls and notes. 'Oh yeah, for sure,' he would have said with certainty, 'we want to expand our group to bigger things.' They didn't have the slightest clue what the years were going to be in store.
People left, with and without fanfare. Twelve to twenty became eight to five and then three waiting on their fourth. There were still moments where words weren't enough to cover the stings in the memories that still walk around. Some of their old twelve came back to make amends and all of them had their own path now outside of the Order, whether Uno understood it or not.
He thinks of Anna and Alan, Preston and Stuāthe ones that still gives him hell for multiple reasons. He thinks of the one that was nothing like the person he invited in, and that he didn't know if they would ever see eye to eye ever again. Uno doesn't even let himself believe they would have choose The Order: he found out that answer twice through bloody hands and a knot in the back of his head from the chair that was slammed forward. He was warned that they burned everything they touched, and still Uno stubbornly refuse to believe them completely when he see them hugging on friends that had once abandoned them.
That made the idea of just the three of them come a lot easier. Just Uno, Alex and John.
They made Ring of Honor more of their stomping grounds, starting climbing back up and getting right back into people's focus. The chants and cheers never left, it just took a minute for them to grow again. It still surprised them all every time. Uno, Alex and John were the new Dark Order people talked about but they still have their goal in their back pockets. They just had more resources, more time.
Uno had more time, time for gaming and talking about said games and promoting the hell of new titles that showed up in his view. He was grateful, but that itch for wrestling was still in his system. Both of the boys were becoming restless.
Uno, despite having his hands on more things, was getting restless. So he got his head down into papers, locations around him, trainees that already trusted him enough to go with his plans.
Mystery wrestling came from that energy and along with it came the twelve to twenty and growing that was missing. They didn't have the title, but to him it counted. 26 shows underneath his belt, each one finding himself with more ideas to throw at people and online, even more ideas thrown and written at him. He would be exhausted at the end of each show but satisfied with how it came out.
Today, he was flat against a ring, his head spinning with more things to do, to see after, to think about in the bonds of time. He looks around at the area he was at now, the tumbling and planning surrounding him, another one of his students coming to him with an idea he was not prepared for in the slightest.
Was he bothered by the size of the Dark Order? It depends. Not today, though.
This G1, I'm putting my hope in *NOBODY. I AM GOING IN BLIND AND WITH MY EYES CLOSED.
*Last year, my hope went into Gabe who proceeded to mess up his knee. This year, my hope for Callum is replaced with fear for his shoulder. I don't even wanna think about what happened to Shota.
THIS YEAR'S PROMPT: MUSIC & LYRICS
One prompt, one day. Let's celebrate Hangman's birthday through our musical interpretations, playlists, gifsets, musical genius, fanfics and visual art inspired by songs, literally WHATEVER YOU WANT!!
RULES:
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As always, HAVE FUN!!! This is all to share our love and art.
I can't wait to see the variation of artistry we all have as a community.
