fuckin' wanker

But that shit's broken ind. semi-private paige rp. Scripted by kait. Kayfabe compliant, and heel versed.

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[chelseaperetti]

New Girl | one gifset per episode ➝ “Dance”

did i talk shit? absolutely.

[introvertunites]

[charliesswan-deactivated2023021]

[lifeinpoetry]

You haven’t kissed anyone for a while now. To you, everything tastes like blood.

Warsan Shire,

from “Souvenir,”

Our Men Do Not Belong to Us

(via

illuminosity

)

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@phcnomenal​   //   ♡

HE’D BEEN ANGRIER THAN USUAL.  &  that was saying something. Apparently, attempted murder was something that he was into nowadays ----- Don’t get her wrong: seeing him so hot  &  flustered got her a little hot under the collar but... She couldn’t exactly validate the humanity of slamming someone’s head into a car  &  getting fired. That’s why she didn’t even bother knocking when she intruded his hotel room --- He should have learned to shut the door properly by now. 

‘  &  I thought I had issues.  ’    It was a short comment, throwing herself down onto the bed, ungracefully as ever, and kicking her boot-clad shoes onto the crispy hotel bed sheets.  ‘  Should I start compiling m’savings in case I have to bail you out of jail, or are you gonna pull ya’ freaking head in before you actually lose your job? Cause the way you’re going, you’re gonna be on ya’ ass with no job in less than a month.  ’  Though really, who was she to be giving advice on anger issues?

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ooc. i just redid my theme so!!! like for a starter

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ooc. i just redid my theme so!!! like for a starter

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💭 // for clay and brieezy B))

MUSES HIDDEN THOUGHT. @warwaged​

NEIL CLAYTON: 

                     —————— Does he even remember me?Wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. How long has it been since I’ve seen him? Talked to him? I don’t even think I sent him a message for his birthday this year. It’s all my fault.  He ought t’hate me. Maybe I should call him… no, no why would I? As if he even still has my number! I wouldn’t have kept it if was me in his position. But… Worst comes to worse, the message’d just float around in the nothingness of space between us. 

msg. Clay. sent. > Hey clay, it’s Paige. msg. Clay. sent. > Sorry I haven’t talked to you in months, life has been hell. msg. Clay. sent. > Miss you.

BRIE BELLA 

                    —————— I wanna rub Brie’s belly. I wanna just touch it and talk to it and kiss it. How weird is that? I really should call around, actually see her and her big old belly. I miss her. Hmmm, that baby is going to own so much of my merch, oh my god I’m gonna get it a leather jacket. Some docs. Can’t have my own kid so may as well live vicariously through Brie’s.

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💭 bc i like pain i guess

MUSES HIDDEN THOUGHT. @bexslynch​

                    ——————- Does she hate me? She should. But I know I shouldn’t care. It kills me to admits that I do still care… So that’s why I don’t say anything. I’d only choke on my pride, surely. But I know I miss her, not ever gonna admit it out loud but… the nights get so lonely. The bed feels so much colder without her in it. Who am I kidding? I’m only in denial. She hates me, as she should. 

[hellshee]

she screams for heaven’s help but heaven’s always been deaf so when the devil lends a helping hand she grabs it like it’s sacred land

i.s. (via aanathemaa)

[shittyrpmemes]

Send 💭 for one thought my muse has had about yours

that they would never confess

[revellious]

Tongue full of bite marks, eyes full of tired smiles stay drawn on.

Ten Paces - Seth Sentry ft. Ali Barter [x] (via khezhatkhaleesi)

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ooc. i just redid my theme so!!! like for a starter

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📱

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did. @bexslynch​

                                                { CONTACT :// BECKY LYNCH. }⇏ [msg deleted]: you left a pair of your dumb goggles in an old bag of mine. want to come over and get them?

⇏ [msg deleted]: I had a dream. You were in it. P sure that we were getting married, too.... i miss you? maybe??

⇏ [msg deleted]: yanno, i never really did quite forgive myself for those things i said about you. charlotte i could forgive myself for, the bellas, aj, nattie... everyone. but not you

⇏ [msg deleted]: congrats champ. miss you

⇏ [msg deleted]: accidently ordered two coffees this morning. want me to come over and you can have the other?

⇒ [msg sent]: don’t even know if you still have my number (it’s p by the way), but you left goggles at my house. i can drop them to you?

[cheatedgod]

for @nottragic !!

        PAIGE IS A CROW IN A ROOM FULL OF DOVES    and you’d feel her anywhere – like a heartbeat. like a flee.   it is odd,  you admit,  that when the noises stop she seems to stick in your mind like glue.  there is no use caring when all this world does is take but the world did not offer a choice in this case;   or at least that is what makes it easiest to go on.   the ground beneath you vibrates with every step while ivory fingers stretch to feel the air between them.   you don’t have to look for her because she has found you first,  dark eyes staring longer than they should.  she is ungrateful for your attention,  as always,  but you offer it still.  there is no change in expression,  no shortness of breath  –  only a distant glance as you come to a stop ahead of her.

‘ HAVE YOU BEEN USING YOUR HEAD? ’     voice steady,  there is little concern for what those around you are doing.   head tilted,  you wait expectantly for her response,  wondering only now if she is present enough to understand what you mean.  she is as impulsive as you once were,  way back when when days ended with pale fingers covered in ash.  fire was once your motivator and it is all you see in her. 

and you know  –  you know,  you know,  you know  –  how cruel young women can be. you were them once.   you are more than all of them combined now.

‘ IF NOT, YOU’LL LOSE IT. ’

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    From the second that she turned to face her, the aura of fear that always seemed to be surrounding her near took the wind out of Paige. She stood stock still, boots scuffing to a halt against the bricked floor. The breath that had been in her lungs? It flew out of her mouth. As though she was near choking on the presence of the woman who had been like a mother. No one else could warrant such a reaction from her, except for the mother of death, herself. 

    She licked her lips, once, twice, and a third time as the question racked inside of the cages of her mind. If there had been one thing she’d learned as a protege of Undertaker, it was that every question was never as it seemed. The question would always hold some form of heavier weight. So, with that knowledge, Paige straightened her shoulders and rose her head to give her full attention back to Taker. “ Decapitation? Seems a little far-fetched, even for your standards. ” Words were punctuated with a hand on her hip and a tilting of her head. Paige knew she ought to be more careful when conversing with her but to converse with Undertaker wasn’t the reason she’d called out her name. 

    “ But then again, I wouldn’t dare put anything past you  ----  ” Her tone, this time, held almost a lightness to it.  “ ------ I know better. ” How many times had she been punished for underestimating the sheer will of what taker would and wouldn’t do? How many times had things that Paige grew an attachment to been ripped from her fingers from the words of the woman before her? She stopped counting after she ran out of fingers and toes. She’d never forgive her for taking away most of those things ---- but she would also never be able to thank her enough for it.