𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓 : stylized as a tweener with a soft spot for the boy obsessed with chips and those closest to chiseling away at the stone cold glares and feigned icy heart. the lessons taught by the late, great brodie lee still present though appearing different now that the “ good girl ” has been killed off. connections are open and available via dm, or hearting any plotting call post !
/ tumblr hates me. nothing posts, it goes straight to drafts. if i have to make new accounts again .. i’ll lose it. i’ll try again tomorrow before work. 🙃
they must have let her out into the world again , damn. japan is cool , i love the cherry blossom festival and plan to see it in person. i want to pay respects to hana too , she was amazing.
anna and i officially have our costumes <3 now to stop eating out of the candy bowls b4 the kids come by is an even bigger task but i will prevail ... maybe.
SEXUAL / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. heterosexual / hereroromantic
RELIGION. christian
OCCUPATION(S). being a pretty bitch and a professional wrestler
LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english
TATTOOS. delicate roman numerals of the wedding date on her hip.
SCARS. shoulder from surgery and tiny ones from the hardcore matches she’s taken part in.
SLEEPING HABITS. tries to go to sleep at a decent time each night.
EMOTIONAL STABILITY. depends on the day.
ALCOHOL USE. during celebratory times.
POSITIVE TRAITS. dedicated, independent and supportive.
NEGATIVE TRAITS. bossy, bitchy, demanding.
FEARS. failing brodie lee. her shoulder becoming the reason she has to step back from what she loves. not being good enough at married life so young.
HOBBIES. selfies. being a dog mom. scrolling tiktok. working out. practicing baking ( peach and pumpkin pecan pie ) for thanksgiving at the jernigan family compound.
HABITS. twirling the ends of her hair while in thought or conversation that’s taking forever to end. tapping her nails against each other for the clacking sound. biting her lip. eye rolls for everything. bouncing her leg. crossing her arms.
FAVORITE WEATHER. sunny with a light wind.
FAVORITE COLOR. turquoise
FAVORITE INSTRUMENT. drums
FAVORITE BEVERAGE. southern sweet tea
FAVORITE FOOD. any type of pasta. honorable mention to sushi and pizza.
FAVORITE ANIMAL. dogs
FAVORITE SONG. diamond eyes - deftones
FAVORITE MOVIE. coyote ugly.
BIOGRAPHY.
the air felt different like the calm after a storm and truthfully it was. that storm being the break-up with someone she had thought would be in her life until their breath stilled. no reason he still couldn’t be even now, perhaps the pair better destined as friends. time heals all wounds doesn’t it? months seemed to fly before her eyes until it was coming up close to a year of separation. familiar fluttering sensation built up inside her empty stomach while the all too familiar sound of her own heartbeat thumping against her rib cage was drowning out the surrounding sounds. another busy wednesday night with the loud roaring cheers and boos of the crowd beyond the doors and curtains. in search of the silent and stoic expression boy that had somehow captured both her attention and heart with a smile that only few could evoke. conversation had become easier once the mean girl wall had been lowered - no longer fiercely protective of herself to allow him inside those four chambers of the very heart that was still mending even a year later. found reclining in a chair inside the catering area with an empty plate of food, utensils placed neatly atop and a bag of chips opened while the focus was on a phone screen so he wouldn’t hear her approaching. a shaky inhale and even shakier exhale as she took her own seat across the table with a soft clearing of her throat.
“we need to talk about this. this being you and me.”
he’s got the spirit of needing to have his ass kicked. we’re successful because we’re both pretty bitches. i’m waiting for tk to need me for another hardcore match or giving me another shot at kris.