JERSEY DEVIL JANELA.
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JERSEY DEVIL JANELA.
First in a series of, thats right, cryptid wrestlers.
3 bros on a loveseat . last art of the decade
im proud of this tbh so be gentle
More icons. First set is here
Bad holiday icons I made for the AEW discord folks. njoy.
THE ELITE NEEDS YOU!
!!! YO !!!
The people we love at AEW are going through some tough times.
The Jacksons left Twitter, Joey Janela has been dealing with extra hate for a while, and in general there’s a lot of loud, negative voices. We love them, but sometimes hate speaks louder.
LETS DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT
THE OFFICIAL AEW DISCORD is asking for short letters of appreciation so that the talent we adore can see the positive impact they’ve had.
Summer will be printing these letters out and they will be handed personally out by Luchasaurus at Homecoming.
PLEASE stop by the discord if you can, and drop a message to one or several of your favorites by 12/29.
Just Join the Discord and go to the Holiday Letter Submissions channel.
They give their hearts and bodies for our entertainment. Lets show them as much love there as we do here.
Please.
And don’t forget to signal boost this!
Dissent
Kenny Omega was a curly-haired clown. His ability to lead, completely laughable. His ego, unchecked, aided on only be a sea of oblivious fans and the two Jackson minions he had backing his every ridiculous mood.
He didn’t deserve the mantle. Cody did. He put in the work, he had the brains and the charisma and the looks to do it. To actually make the Bullet Club mean something and dominate. Why couldn’t they see that he and he alone could elevate all of them to the top?
Cody ruminated on his plight in the dark of his study, sunk deep into the plush red armchair he had in front of the fireplace. He idly thumbed the side of his cigar as he watched the smoke drift up toward the ceiling and disappear into the darkness. He’d make them see it.
He chuckled. The movement made the ice tink against the glass of whiskey in his other hand. Oh, it was good that Kenny was a Cleaner. Because Cody was about to make one hell of a mess.
Take a trip with us into the way way back machine, where Cody and Kenny were fighting for power over Bullet Club. And maybe fighting over some other stuff, too.
Read it all on AO3
Just One Thing
It’s almost Christmas.
Adam Page is stuck in a Chicago airport. He’s alone. It’s late. And it’s one bad night among several bad months.
Either way, it seems he’s due for a good turn. Luck, fate, or maybe a little holiday spirit gives him a second chance he never thought he’d get.
Read it on AO3
I did want to put Nick Jackson as the ‘clean face’ but the Kenny joke was too good to miss.
I like big boys
Itty bitty boys
Mississippi boys
Inner city boys
I like the pretty boys with the bow tie
Get your nails did, let it blow dry
I like a big beard
I like a clean(er) face
I don’t discriminate, come and get a taste
From the playboys
To the gay boys
Go and slay boys, you my fave boys
Moxley vs thunderstorm
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Brand new fresh blog. So here’s an art .
Please come talk to me about wrestling and shit.
@thirstyforoc well that didnt take long! 😆🥰
Havoc digs it too.
Just Sustain
The corner gas station was the closest thing to a grocery store this part of town had. Moxley prowled the familiar shelves of packaged snacks and considered the hot dog rack for a moment. Sometimes, as a kid, he’d pocket a candy bar here and there, when he could get away with it without old man Arn behind the counter noticing. The pockets of his leather jacket remained empty today, though, and he just went to the back where the coolers were. A twelve pack of cheap cans was enough to get the job done, and if it wasn’t he could probably come up with a bottle of whiskey from somewhere.
“Hey Jon. Getting a case for the old man, huh? Been a while.”
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Highschool AU.
Hishpots High-Verse. Implied Ambreigns/Ambrolleigns.
Read more @ AO3
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