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SUPPORT BLACK SEX WORKERS.

Special edit for y’all who’s thirsty for Bret.

Not mine edit!!!

I hate when a fanfic is x blk reader and the author makes them really 'ghetto'. For example, loud, rude, says the n word alot, pats their head, wears a bonnet everywhere or just really stereotypical like just make a normal fanfic but shows the reader is black like we don't need to be stereotyped in a ff to know the character is black.

No hate to anyone tho love you all <33

SCIENTIST COULDN'T HIDE HIS DISAPPOINTMENT AFTER DISCOVERING ANCIENT PH...

There are so many things that irritated the heck out of me about this video. First of all nothing surprises me about people who believes in scientific racism which pins Black Indigenous People as inferior with low IQ's and if anyone believes in this rubbish is the ones with the low IQ.

Even this Black African who is presenting the video uses the word minority, what the heck did that come from? How do you get a minority out of humans in the first place unless you too believe in race science?

What is wrong with some of the Black People on earth today? Do they not do any type of research on their own? Do they even study anatomy and nature? This is very easy to realize that there's no separation of humanity no way possible can we even try to do this and be correct.

If you believe in this you are broadcasting to the world that you are a complete idiot and have no idea of how our natural world function. You missed the elementary biology class on mitosis and meiosis and how sexual selection works along with reproductive life. Yes, you will have to be the dumbest mother fucker on the planet to believe in that shit of being a different species of humans.

Only people who are this dumb are shit people who calls themselves white and those shit people who believes in creationism, no one else on earth can be this stupid.

honestly missionaries are evil. the idea of traveling the world to tell people Who Didnt Fucking Ask that their beliefs are wrong in the hopes that theyll adopt your beliefs seems sinister

You guys are probably gonna hate me but I need to talk about this thing I’ve been seeing on my timeline with people being like “you’re sexualizing Ellie” and hating on porn with no plot.

LESBIANS ARE HORNY.

Women are sexual creatures and it shouldn’t be jaw droppingly surprising to anybody that there’s a video game character that people find very sexually attractive. I understand some people really like softer fics with plot or some people really only like fluff. And that is perfectly fine. However, it shouldn’t be an issue that there are others who wanna eat her off the bone. Most people who consume sexual tlou content also consume content that pertains to the characters themselves, their development, and their lives. Were in in this fandom for a reason. There’s no lack of posts commenting on the show and how genius it is. And there’s no lack of fanfics that are fluffy and rich in plot.

Fellas, fellas

Why on earth are you BUYING PHYSICAL HARDBOUND COPIES OF FANFICTION????

ACTUALLY WHY ARE YOU EVEN MAKING HARDBOUND COPIES OF FANFICTION TO SELL?!?!?!

IF ANY OF YOU DO EITHER OF THESE THINGS, GET OUT!! I AM NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN.

In all seriousness though, authors on AO3 have begun to pull their works off of the site to avoid getting sued by people stealing their works to make a pretty bound book for profit. Entire accounts could be shut down as well.

Listen, I’m all for saving favorite works by printing them out and putting them in a binder, or learning how to make a book for a fanfic, but seeking them is where I draw the line.

Literally the entire point of AO3 is that you can read it FOR FREE.

It is DISRESPECTFUL for people to make money off of hardbound copies because guess what, the original creators of these fics get nothing. We are literally only writing fanfiction for our own pleasure.

Buying and selling book-bound fanfiction is also ILLEGAL YOU DUMB SHITS. It’s an immediate violation of copyright law. The original fan work will get erased from the internet.

Fanfiction is already a legal grey zone since they are works being written about are protected by copyright. Copyright holders can in fact go after writers as well as the person who sold the fanfiction.

This also goes for people who steal fanart and, claim it as theirs, and put a price on it.

Don’t make it worse.

Bookbinding fanfiction for profit is literally ruining things for everyone. DON’T.

REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

Secret Wife

Request by anonymous

In the world of wrestling, where alliances were forged and rivalries ran deep, Y/N navigated the ring with a grace and power that captivated audiences. Known for her skills and resilience, she was a force to be reckoned with, a formidable wrestler in her own right.

Unbeknownst to many, Y/N shared a deep bond with fellow wrestler Bret, a connection that transcended the boundaries of the ring. As friends and colleagues, they had grown close over the years, forging a relationship built on trust and mutual respect. However, their romantic involvement remained a guarded secret, hidden beneath the facade of professional camaraderie.

Despite their efforts to keep their love concealed, a shadow loomed over their happiness in the form of one of Bret's friends, a rival wrestler who harbored animosity towards Y/N. In the heat of competition, this individual targeted Y/N with malicious intent, seeking to undermine her and tarnish her reputation within the wrestling community.

Each attack inflicted upon Y/N tested her resolve and strength, leaving her bruised and battered but never broken. As the assaults mounted, Bret struggled with conflicting loyalties, torn between his allegiance to his friend and his duty to protect the woman he loved.

One fateful night, during a high-stakes match, tensions reached a boiling point as Bret's friend issued a sinister command, commanding him to deliver a final blow to Y/N in the ring. In a moment of clarity, Bret's gaze locked with Y/N's, and in that unspoken exchange, a silent understanding passed between them.

With unwavering determination, Bret refused to carry out the treacherous order, choosing love over loyalty, truth over deception. In a bold and defiant gesture, he stepped forward, cupping Y/N's face in his hands before pressing a tender kiss to her lips, a declaration of their forbidden love that reverberated throughout the arena.

As the crowd erupted into a mixture of shock and applause, the truth of their relationship was laid bare for all to see, shattering the facade of secrecy that had veiled their romance. In that moment of defiance and passion, Y/N and Bret stood united, their bond stronger than ever, a testament to the enduring power of love in a world consumed by rivalry and betrayal.

My Protector

Request by anonymous

The arena was buzzing with excitement as the crowd eagerly awaited the next match. Tonight was a special occasion as I, Y/N, a skilled wrestler in my own right, was teaming up with my husband, Bret, for a tag team match. The fans erupted into cheers as our entrance music blared, the spotlight shining down on us as we made our way to the ring.

Standing side by side with Bret, I felt an undeniable sense of pride and camaraderie. We were a force to be reckoned with, a duo that complemented each other's strengths and shared a deep bond both in and out of the ring. As the match began, we moved with precision and harmony, our opponents putting up a formidable fight but ultimately falling short against our united front.

However, the tide quickly turned when Bret's opponent resorted to a cowardly move, blindsiding me with a brutal attack that sent shockwaves of pain through my body. The arena fell silent as I stumbled, the world spinning around me as I struggled to regain my bearings. The gasps of the crowd echoed in my ears as I clenched my jaw, refusing to show weakness in the face of adversity.

Through blurred vision, I saw Bret's expression darken with fury and concern as he witnessed the injustice inflicted upon me. The primal instinct to protect his loved one surged within him, igniting a fire in his eyes as he turned his attention to the aggressor who had dared to harm his wife.

As Bret launched into a relentless assault, every blow he delivered was a fierce declaration of his love and allegiance to me. The crowd's cheers transformed into roars of support as they rallied behind us, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch as Bret fought with unmatched ferocity, his every move fueled by a potent mixture of rage and determination.

Despite the pain coursing through my body, I refused to stay down. With grit and resilience, I rose to my feet, the fire of determination burning brightly in my eyes. Side by side, Bret and I stood tall, a formidable team that would not be broken. Together, we faced the challenge head-on, ready to overcome whatever obstacles stood in our way.

I have 2 request actually the first one being being his wife and also a wrestler and we got out to a match with him and his opponent hurts us in some way the other one being we are his wife but it's a secret and we keep getting hurt by one of his friends and they tell him one night in the ring to do something to us and he refuses and kisses us making everyone know the truth

Ok sorry that I haven’t responded and right now I’m having writers block but I’m still do your requests.

attention all writers! tumblr is rolling out a new feature that allows our work to be used in ai training processes!

be sure to opt out of this in your visibility settings immediately! and remember, you have to opt out for each blog, not just your main!

go to your blogs’ settings (again, you have to do these steps for each blog, not just your main blog)

scroll until you see “visibility” and choose that

in your visibility settings, choose “prevent third-party sharing for (blog name)”

you may opted out already but we don’t take chances with ai around these parts *insert angry cowboy*

tagging some mutuals to get the word out — @multifandomsimagine @pegxcarter @moremaybank @gladerscake @goldenroutledge @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @drewstarkeyslut @drudyslut @tangledinlove @rafeandonlyrafe @mvybanks

Valentine’s Day

Happy late Valentine’s Day who all celebrated.

Request by anonymous

I woke up on Valentine's Day with a sense of tingling through my veins. As wrestler, I was used to adrenaline-fueled moments in the ring, but today promised a different kind of thrill. My husband, Bret, had hinted at a surprise that would set our hearts racing, and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store.

The day passed in a blur of anticipation, the hours ticking by slowly until it was finally time for Bret's grand reveal. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our home, I found myself standing in the living room, surrounded by candlelight and rose petals fluttering gently in the air.

Bret stood before me, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he beckoned me forward. The sultry strains of R&B music filled the room, adding to the intimate ambiance that enveloped us. My heart raced as I took in the sight before me, knowing that this Valentine's Day would be unlike any other.

Bret handed me a glass of champagne, the bubbles tickling my nose as I took a sip, savoring the taste of luxury on my lips. His eyes sparkled with desire and adoration, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. I knew then that this night held promises of passion and love that would ignite our souls.

As the evening unfolded, Bret revealed a feast fit for royalty, a symphony of flavors that tantalized my taste buds. The spicy dishes added an extra kick to the already charged atmosphere, fueling the flames of desire that burned between us.

In that moment, as I looked into Bret's eyes, I felt a surge of emotion welling up inside me. This Valentine's Day surprise was more than just a celebration; it was a testament to the depth of our love, a reminder of the fiery connection that bound us together. As we danced into the night, lost in each other's arms, I knew that this Valentine's Day would be etched in my memory forever.

Can you one where we are his wife and also a wrestler for valentine's day

Sorry I didn’t reply sooner but yeah sure I don’t mind.

I’m Back!!!!

So yes I’m back to writing imagines again. So send your requests. I am completely heal and surgery went great. So yeah that’s all I have to say so you can send in your request and I will write them for you.

Everyone has the potential to fall victim to being indoctrinated into a cult. Anyone can be sexually assaulted. Anyone can become a victim of an abusive relationship. Yes, even if you're intelligent and strong willed. Yes, even if you think you're tough and "don't take shit from anyone".

If you've never found yourself as the victim of a cult, or sexual assault, or abuse, the only thing separating you from people who have been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse is circumstance. That's it. Sheer luck. Luck over what family you were born into. Luck over who you were surrounded by when you were emotionally compromised or in any way vulnerable. Ect.

You are not better than people who have been victimized. They didn't do anything wrong to ask to be victimized. Anyone can be victimized by these situations given the perfect storm of circumstances. You are not better than people who have been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse.

You need to understand that if you are lucky enough to have never been victimized by cults / sexual assault / abuse, it's very little to do with how smart or strong you are or you doing all the "right" things. Someone can be smart and strong and do all the right things and still find themselves a victim given the perfect storm of bad circumstances.

The sooner this can be understood, the sooner we can do away with victim blaming culture. And the sooner we can do away with victim blaming culture the sooner atrocities like cults, sexual assault, and abuse can stop being so prolific. Victim blaming culture allows these atrocities to thrive. And they will continue to thrive until we shift the blame to where it rightfully belongs.

Sickness And In Health

Request by anonymous

I stood backstage, my body buzzing with nerves as I prepared for my upcoming match. The crowd's excited cheers filtered through the curtain, adding to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But something didn't feel right. I could sense it, and so could my husband, Bret.

He had insisted on accompanying me tonight, his worry evident in his eyes. He knew me better than anyone, he could tell when something was off. As we made our way towards the ring, his hand tightly clasping mine, I felt comforted by his presence.

The match began, and I gave it my all, pushing through the discomfort that had been nagging at the edges of my consciousness. But halfway through, everything went black. I woke up to the sound of Bret's panicked voice calling my name. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in the middle of the ring, surrounded by concerned faces.

Bret's voice was filled with fear as he knelt beside me, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Are you okay? What happened?" His words were laced with worry and love, his hand tenderly brushing against my cheek.

"I don't know," I managed to whisper, my voice weak. Bret's arms gently lifted me off the mat, carrying me in his strong embrace as he rushed backstage, the entire Hart Foundation following closely behind.

Once we reached our private dressing room, Bret placed me on the couch, his touch never leaving me. Concern etched deep lines on the faces of our friends, their worried expressions mirroring Bret's own.

The moments that followed were a blur of anxious inquiries and hushed voices. Bret refused to leave my side, his hand firmly clasping mine as he whispered words of reassurance and love. The support from the Hart Foundation family surrounded me, their familiar faces offering comfort in this uncertain moment.

Time seemed to stretch as I lay there, the room filled with a mixture of worry and hope. And then, gradually, I began to regain consciousness. Bret's face came into focus, his eyes filled with relief as he squeezed my hand gently.

"You scared me," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I was so worried. Are you feeling better?"

A weak smile tugged at my lips as I nodded, gratitude welling up within me for the love and care he had shown. "Yes, I am. And it's all thanks to you."

Bret's embrace tightened around me, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always be there for each other. My heart was filled with gratitude for the man who loved me unconditionally, both inside and outside the ring. Together, we would conquer anything that came our way.

Can you do one where we are his wife and he could tell something was off with us so he goes out with us for our match and in the middle of it we pass out and he gets in the ring all worried and he carries us back stage and the whole heart foundation is worried and he stays with us till we wake up

Yes yes my dear

Ngl, the selective outrage in the IWC is fucking disgusting. Call these people out, hold them accountable. Y'all get more passionate and in more of an uproar about damn storylines or a video game cover then you do about women being violated and that shit don't sit right with me.

Mr. and Mrs. Champion

Request by anonymous

I stood in the middle of the wrestling ring, my heart pounding with excitement. The crowd roared around me, their cheers fueling my adrenaline. I was proud to be the reigning women's champion, a title I had earned through hard work and determination.

Beside me, my husband Bret held his own championship title, a testament to his strength and skill. We were a power couple, supporting each other in and out of the ring. The love and admiration in his eyes fueled my confidence even more.

As the match ended and we made our way backstage, a surge of anticipation washed over us. We had both given our all in the ring, and now it was time to celebrate our victories together.

Bret gently took my hand and led me to our private dressing room, shutting out the world beyond its doors. The moment we were alone, the air between us crackled with desire. Our bodies hummed with an electric energy, a mix of excitement and longing.

His lips met mine in a hungry kiss, setting my senses ablaze. The familiar taste and feel of him sent waves of pleasure through me. My fingers traced the contours of his muscular physique, feeling the strength beneath my touch. We explored each other's bodies with a passion only two deeply connected souls could share.

Whispers of adoration escaped our lips as we surrendered ourselves to the pleasure that consumed us. The room filled with soft gasps, moans of ecstasy, and the sound of our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Hours melted away as we lost ourselves in each other. The world outside our haven ceased to exist as we indulged in a mixture of tenderness and intensity. It was a night of pure bliss, where love and desire intertwined seamlessly.

In the aftermath, as our bodies lay entwined, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. We had celebrated not only our victories as champions but also our love and connection. In each other's arms, we found strength, passion, and a deep bond that would carry us through any challenge.

As the night came to a close, we shared whispered promises of forever, knowing that our love and partnership were unbreakable. I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Bret's embrace, feeling grateful for the life we had created together—where success, love, and pleasure were intertwined in the most beautiful way.

I love your writing so much I was wondering if you could do one where we are his wife and are the woman champion while he is the champion and it just being a lot of fluff and maby a little spicy stuff

Sure I don’t mind tbh this is the requests for someone to write that both the reader and Bret are wwf champions

The lack of shayna x reader is very wild

Gif not mine

Montreal Screwup Job

Request by anonymous

Backstage at the Montreal Screwjob, Y/n stood with their children, anxiously watching the unfolding events of the match. As Bret Hart's wife, she knew how important this night was for him. Little did she know the shocking betrayal that awaited them.

The tension in the air was thick as Y/n witnessed the merciless plot unfold on the monitor. Her heart sank as Shawn Michaels locked Bret into the sharpshooter, and then, the sound of the bell rang through the arena. It was over. Bret had been robbed of his championship title right before their eyes.

A surge of anger coursed through Y/n's veins as she hastily made her way through the chaos backstage. The emotions within her were too powerful to be contained. She sought out Vince McMahon and Shawn Michaels, the architects of this despicable act, determined to vent her fury.

When Y/n finally found them, there was fire in her eyes and venom in her words. She unleashed a torrent of curses and accusations, expressing her disbelief and disgust at their deceitful actions. Her voice echoed through the halls, causing heads to turn and ears to listen.

Through it all, Bret watched, his face a mix of pain and frustration. He felt the weight of the betrayal crushing him, but seeing Y/n standing up for him so fiercely, he knew he wasn't alone in this battle.

As the adrenaline subsided, Y/n's anger gave way to worry and sadness. She approached Bret, their children close by her side, their expressions mirroring concern and love. Y/n gently reached out, her hand finding its place on Bret's arm, grounding him in their unwavering support.

In a moment of vulnerability, Bret slumped against a nearby wall, emotionally drained. Y/n moved closer, enveloping him in her embrace, offering solace in their shared pain. Together, they held back tears, finding strength in each other's presence.

Their children, sensing the heaviness in the room, stepped forward. With teary eyes, they spoke words of comfort and admiration for their father. They expressed their appreciation for his unwavering dedication, his unmatched talent, and the love he had shown them throughout their lives.

In that moment, Y/n and their children became Bret's pillars of strength. Their words of love and gratitude broke through the darkness, reminding him of the impact he had made as a husband and father. The pain of the betrayal still lingered, but with Y/n and their children by his side, Bret knew he would rise above it all.

Together, they would navigate the aftermath of the Montreal Screwjob, supporting each other unconditionally and ensuring that the bond of their family remained unbreakable.

Hi, if your still doing requests. Could you do one where the reader is Bret’s wife during the Montreal screw job. She was backstage with their kids and after everything takes place, when she meets up with Bret she is livid and curses everyone out that knew, but mostly Vince and Shawn. In the end, she and the kids comfort Bret and tell him how much they appreciate him, and that they love him.

Thank you ❤️

Yes I’m still doing requests but sure I don’t mind doing this