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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

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“I will surround you with a love too deep for words.”

— Mumford & Sons

My head is killing me. pushing through it though.

Happy 2022!!!! 🤩🥳

Rest In Peace

Betty White

“Thank you for being a friend “ -Golden Girls

January 17,1922 - December 31,2021

An Ending Within--Ch. 19

Chapter 19

           I cracked my neck to the side and grinned as I twisted my hips, dropping my knee repeatedly into Jon’s ribs. He let out an oof of noise with each shot, his torso rolling up into the impact. When I went for the move again, Jon vined his arm around the inside of my braced knee, grabbed a cross grip over the top of my thigh, and rotated me hard face first into the mat.

           I felt the pressure ease up as quickly as he put it on. He floated over my back, his grip shifting as he planted his feet, rolled back in deep Boston Crab. My ribs stretched, the muscles in my back seizing.

           “Tap, dollface,” Jon called as he rocked on his heels, cranking back. I’d seen Jon do this before, falling all the way onto the mat. “Before you really get hurt.”

           I cackled and flailed back with my free leg. I felt the contact, but didn’t know where it landed. It was enough to loosen his grip on my knee so I could roll my opposite shoulder beneath me. My body kept moving, twisting until I was flat on my back with my knee around the back of Jon’s neck.

           “Are you sure?” I called up as I kicked, my heel clipping him on the chin. “Now move.”

           I pulled my knees toward my chest before slamming them up into his side. He bounced against the ropes and fell through to the apron. The moment he was clear, I pulled my knees in once more and kipped up. I let momentum carry me all the way up and into the ropes. I caught myself against the top rope and struck a pose, waving down at Jon with a wiggle of my fingers.

           My heart beat sideways with joy at being in the ring with Jon again. I hopped up onto the bottom rope, bounced a few times, and then swung down to sit with my legs hanging over the apron. I rested my chin on the middle rope and kicked my feet, hoping to make myself look simultaneously adorable and slightly crazy.

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