#teamsuplex

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[fuckyeahtrentseven]

[armbxrs]

etcompany:

oh, yeah? that’s cool… 

your eyes are kinda neat. i dunno about the rest of it, though.

i mean, you’re not wrong...

[armbxrs]

etcompany:

😘😘😘

you’re pretty.

[etcompany]

[armbxrs]

etcompany:

Covering all angles like I was mrs geometry. 👌

[armbxrs]

etcompany:

“–’ey!” the noise was an automatic reaction, something that he didn’t exactly give permission to, at the tug to his beard. pulling his face back some, eyes narrowed up at the older man and he made a little bit of a snarling expression. joking, of course, but it came with his hand raising enough to catch lucas’ own around the wrist. “just because you can’t grow hair to save your bloody life, doesn’t mean you should be coming for mine.” free hand then raising to comb through his beard, playing with the hair, “i trim it often enough. keep chatting shit and i’ll have it doubled by christmas.” 

         "oi, you. i can absolutely grow hair!" bottom lip jutted out in a slight pout, looking down at the other as if he were completely insulted by the remark. not that it didn't hold quite a bit of truth to it---had he ever wanted to, he'd probably never be able to grow a beard out quite as long as marty's, but there was no need to point that out. "go ahead and double it. you'll just have to keep it far, far away from me, mate." his own free hand came to his face as well, fingertips brushing along the tiny bit of stubble. "see, it's there! feel!"

[petedunne]

[armbxrs]

luchabooties:

[ CREDIT ]

[armbxrs]

exs-and-ohhs:

She immediately sensed lanky presence at her heels and really she wasn’t surprised that he had been incapable of listening.  Apparently in order to keep him in place she had to physically sit or lie on him.  But she turned to face him, reaching out to take his hand.  “I promise it’ll only sting for a second, and I’ll blow it.”  Lips, despite her best efforts, quirked into a teasing smirk, and she spun on her heels to lead him on into the bathroom.  Only there she let go of his fingers to fetch the kit from beneath the sink.  “Okay, let’s play doctor.”

         even though he'd been the one to follow her in the first place, he let out another little whine of protest as she tugged him into the bathroom with her. he'd acquired his fair share of battle wounds over the years (and especially the past year), but the smallest ones always hurt the worst for some reason. the giant gash in his arm from a few months prior was no walk in the park, but he was able to suck it up a lot easier than 'minor' injuries. he still had that same pout on his face as she searched for the first aid kid, arms crossed loosely over flat stomach. "do i at least get a lolly or some sort of treat?"

[armbxrs]

etcompany:

now if he had a dollar for every time that someone asked him that one… the look on his face should have told lucas, after all of these years of knowing each other, that a heavy dose of sarcasm was coming his way. eyebrow raising, the uninjured one, towards the older man, he shrugged. “few years ago now, i reckon. the whole.. collarbone thing, you remember? when i had the blonde, and the twatty eyebrow shave. no beard. out a while. sat around coming up with this whole HA HA HA-” he mocked his own already over dramatic ring laughter there, practically barks coming from him, “-villain thing. been a bit crazy ever since.” raising a hand then, he used it to tap against the others cheek, “catch up, lad.” 

       "the 'twatty' eyebrow shave was the dog's bollocks on you, don't you let anybody tell you otherwise." cue the reassuring pat on the back, followed by a squeeze from the lingering hand. "and i must admit, the no beard held its own set of perks..." voice trailing as he scrunches up his nose, his hand moves toward the other's face as well, fingers stroking the beard before giving it a gentle, playful sort of tug, "that thing is itchy. 'reckon i should be thankful that it's not on tommy's level just yet."

[armbxrs]

@exs-and-ohhs [ x ]

“And hell is just a sauna.”  Exasperated movements from fluttering hands directed towards the wound currently oozing dark red liquid before Natalie blew out a breath and giving Lucas an apologetic smile.  He had been the proud owner of stitches far too often as of late.  “I’ll get the first aid kit, sit still.”

         sit still? not a chance in hell. he didn't really know how to do such a thing, even when he was ordered to do so by a pretty girl. ...except maybe when she was laying down on the cold, hard concrete of a parking lot and looking up at stars in reseda with him. then he could sit still. before she took more than a few steps, he was right behind her, offering her a small pout. "you're going to pour something on it and it's gonna hurt more, though," he whined, "noooo."

[armbxrs]

          i'm bringing sheppey back.                                                                                       i. ii. iii.

[armbxrs]

[samizayn]

[bexellent-blog]

Surefire way to make @armbxrs cranky? Post this photo publicly.         #iloveyou #butcantbecaged #straightfire

[petedunne]

@zacksabrejr ; My round, who’s having a gurken radler?

[m0xt]

[samizayn]

[hasteo-blog]

lucas wasn’t wrong. the smile that he attempted to offer shane? it was pretty fucking lame, and barely that reassuring at all. in fact, it made shane feel pretty shitty. guilty, even, like he should have been able to do something more, or something differently, to make his family see things in a more positive light. and he’d tried, during the conversation, to answer any questions that they had or try to reassure any concerns that might have cropped up. he’d told his mother, more times than he could count, that he was so fucking in love with the man he was sharing his life with now. 

“no, i.. i told them separately.” kasey first. sarah second. his mother third, and his father last. he’d tried to go in order of what he thought would be the reactions. even that, apparently, he hadn’t predicted very well. his eyes had shifted from the screen, but they came back in hearing the low, sad question. honestly, it broke his heart. “it’s not you they don’t approve of, luke.” 

[armbxrs]

once again, he was feeling helpless. as if they hadn't had enough arguments over how this relationship was going to work over the past few months, this was just some more icing on the cake. he'd always try to be optimistic when anything threatening their happiness and their relationship came up, but this one? this one was a tough one, considering family was one of the most important things in life.

and so he sat in silence for several moments, chewing on his bottom lip as he pondered. he didn't have the right words to say, nor did he even know what would be appropriate in that moment, but he knew he couldn't just ignore it or change the subject. not now. not until shane didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"is there...er, anything i can do? to help? talk to them, perhaps? or perhaps they just need some time to process?"