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[punksrhea]

BRON BREAKKER & PAUL HEYMAN WWE RAW, August 18th, 2025

[muutosarchive]

oh btw i'm gonna add this to my rules, but if we are mutuals -- (if you don't follow me i find it really fucking rude tbh??) feel free to reblog content from me, like gifsets and memes and shit. i really don't care if you use the source, it really doesn't bug me at all <3. especially since some blogs delete the post, or are gone &. shit. i'm not super worried about uh, notes or whatever.

[deadaim]

if his dick slaps his thigh when he walks, i shall listen when he talks.

anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine

[mcrtals]

“      it was overwhelming,      ”       the supermarket was nothing like the fairs she was used to   —   much quieter and organized, and yet walking through the endless hallways, perusing behind chloe sapped her of her energy a lot more quickly than haggling with old mister jerry about the prices of the cabbages ever did.     “     though i was a big fan of the cart, that was very clever.     ”

@patternsrhyme​​        ○         sc.

[yashiryo]

     ...        starter call    ?

[stovmborn-arc]

 a  semi - plotted  thing  for  @theyounglion​​  !!

 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒.  sitting  atop  the  throne  as  though  phantom  fingers  are  bound  to  iron.  only,  the  figure  that  haunts  a  hundred  swords  now  is  not  the  one  of  the  mad  king  but  his  daughter    –––    platinum  braids  adorning  her  crown  whilst  amethysts  unleash  a  storm  upon  the  very  spot  he  had  been  slain.  crimson  curdles  at  the  steps,  as  though  the  blade  that  belonged  to  jaime  lannister  had  only  just  been  driven  through  her  fathers  back.  fire  and  blood  rests  upon  reptilian  tongue,  lilacs  laced  with  malice  and  pride  all  in  the  same  instance,  though  hues  are  torn  asunder  by  the  doors  that  open,  shackles  singing  a  melody  as  they  echo  into  the  throne  room.  it  is  ghostly,  deadly  even.

 digits  curve  around  arm  rests,  gripping  onto  the  cold  that  her  father  had  left  behind  and  hues  rain  upon  him.  before  a  word  can  be  spoken,  he  is  forced  to  cobblestone  floor  by  greyworm,  clothes  tainted  by  the  stains  of  blood  and  war.  many  a  story  had  found  her  ears  of  what  would  happen  to  the  kingslayer  when  the  dragons  returned,  though  they  were  merely  that  ...  stories.  whispers  of  hatred  and  vengeance  stirred  into  the  mind  of  a  little  girl  by  the  crippled  heart  of  her  brother,  who  had  both  been  condemned  to  a  lifetime  of  shelter  at  the  treasonous  acts  of  the  man  who  now  knelt  before  her  (  not  by  choice,  but  by  force  ).  a  heavy  sigh  makes  its  escape  past  petals,  filling  the  throne  room  with  dragon  smoke  as  she  finds  the  strength  to  look  him  in  the  eyes,  as  if  to  search  for  even  a  slither  of  regret  beneath  lions  claws.  ❝  –––   had  viserys  found  himself  upon  the  iron  throne  with  two  dragons,  you  would  already  be  ashes.  ❞

[maggiandmilo]

“we might actually get in trouble. but honestly. i actually don’t kind of care” ~ chan 2k20

[claptraprights]

...it does what?