MY FAVE DINO!!

ENDLESSLY thankful to people whove helped me out with money today. i love you endlessly. seriously

Yeah...he's evil. And a liar. He's no better than the guy with the crutches.

Adam Cole & Roderick Strong being evil besties from AEW Dynamite, 01/10/2024

[The footage for that last one nearly blew my ears out as I was trying to understand what they were saying, LOL.]

jey uso painted nails when???? when painted nails??

"its over, its over, your life is over. come fight!"

Idk what he said but in my head he probably said now he mind his MUTHAFUCKIN business 😭😂😂😂😂😂

SHOUT OUT TO THOSE AO3 COMMENTERS WHO TYPE OUT PARAGRAPHS BABY AND PICK OUT THEY FAVE LINES AND STUFF YALL ARE SOOOOOOOOOO UNDERRATED 10/10 BEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD YALL KNOW WHO YOU ARE <3

happy birthday to me in my stupid timezone!!

today i’m turning 17 again!! 😍😍😍

Boys with big brown eyes and slutty tattoos and fat asses deserve to be topped

LETS GET HYYPPE FOR THE NEW FIC

the summary:

The night Roman lost, he was sobbing backstage. He knew what this meant. He lost his status as Tribal Chief, his beloved Championships, and his place in the family. Most importantly, he now… belonged to the twins. The twins he had tormented practically their whole lives. He knew hiding was useless (and besides, he wanted to uphold what was left of his crumbling dignity), so he was simply sitting and crying somewhere in the halls like a lost child. He jumped and looked up at every noise- sometimes it wasn’t even a person, who avoided him like the plague anyway- unable to help but be easily startled.

He curled in on himself, hugging his legs as he cried, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and looked up to see two similar faces. “Come on, get up.” Jimmy said, looking right at him piercingly. Jey was looking down the hall, avoiding Roman.

tbh having a famous parent is so fucking annoying like. i cant show my face ever on this blog or anything connected to my ao3 LMAO. IMAGINE. constant paranoia my friend <3

Solo picked at his nails, just looking straight ahead while Sami’s eyes were on him. He was silent.

“I just need you to know that I’m sorry. We can just forget it ever happened, okay? I- I clearly misunderstood what was going on between us, but that’s okay, we can just go back to how it was before, I promise.”

Solo, still silent, drew his legs up and hugged them to his chest. Only then did Sami notice his eyes were watering.

“I- I’m really sorry, Solo, please don’t cry.” His fingers twitched, aching to just wrap around Solo in a hug, but he didn’t want to touch him when he’d already clearly overstepped boundaries

-snippet of WIP ch.10 of my fic Can't Go Solo