you can call me sds although my name is taliesin and i can be trusted with wrestlers

currently watching: aew, njpw, roh, progress. intermittently keeping up with wwe & revpro, among other indies like wxw, c4. there is so much wrestling to watch, i'm doing my best.

the chosen ones: tommy end, darby allin, the young bucks, the hounds of hell, jon moxley, lykos gym.

i write wrestling fanfiction. this is my ao3. if you are a wrestler, it's on you for looking.

i don't care what you ship. please note i do not tag anything except for nsfw, blood and flashing images. if you need more tags to filter out, i am not the blog for you, it's ok to unfollow.

now let's get weird with it (˵ •̀ᴗ•́˵)و♡

i am kind of a miserable cunt but it's repeatedly disheartening being blocked by people while my partner and my best friend are like. mutuals or followed by or whatever those exact same people. like damn ok. i usually don't care but whatever i'm sensitive today and it sucks to be so explicitly disliked and usually not sure what i've done so i just characterise myself as a miserable cunt as a defense mechanism mostly

i feel indistinctly bad

i feel like a greyhound who someone keeps firing a gun over the head of. and theres not even a freakin rabbit.

“i’m upset i’m being called names” you said it would ruin a wrestler for people to do trans headcanons.

coughing and sneezing and huddled up by the fire and dying of consumption and pale and sweaty and i ask. do yo u think we'll ever see hangmans thighs again

this tdov i don't want to be very visible. that's fine too i think. shoutout to my trans homies who are too tired to be seen.

can we cancel april fools this year. the regular day to day fools are enough

oh, shit. nanowrimo.

ohh tumblr changed on desktop too

i hope you're wandering around in the woods sometime and the ground gives way beneath you and you fall uninjured into an ancient mineshaft long abandoned but you think surely there's a way out and there isn't. not that you can find, even though you've been walking for hours. you're not thirsty, not tired, not even hurt. but you are wandering. and it's dark. and every so often you think you hear a small bird call out