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the pack, becky & the dogs — mood boards.
a gift for: @luch3gor3 , @highflyflows , @itstaztvrp , @c0smickiller , @p1nfalled , @niratias , @ropewalked
“ I think part of me will always belong to you. ” | Taichi—Umino @highflyflows
“You can’t—“ Taichi’s hold on Umino is tight, secure but it threatens to slip when he speaks as such. It had been drinks, something celebratory between friends. Easy. But now the younger man is drunk in his arms as he tries to get him into his own place. He would have taken the other back to Shota’s apartment but it was too long aways and its that crisp cold weather outside that could be a danger for either of them.
“You can’t say things like that.” Taichi finally manages as he shoves the other onto his couch. Dark exterior even when he flips on a light. Whites and blacks. It’s not hard to remember the last time Umino was in here but Taichi had forced himself to forget about it. Now it’s being brought up in a different manner. What selfish thing would it be to have some level of wanting to know more. Of wanting to be Umino’s undoing and putting together.
“Sober up and sleep. You’re talking utter nonsense.” Taichi finally manages to say as he chucks off his sweater, glasses on his nose falling when he gets close to Umino again with this unsure look on his face. “What do you need to be comfortable?”
@highflyflows || Okada
A throbbing (hangover) headache. A cold breakfast. A press conference blow-up, because that's the only kind he's able to have- especially alone. So how does he cope? Maybe remembering a Mox move from years past, a lifetime ago with a certain tactical vest, he's burning a bloody straightjacket in a makeshift barrel fire in the parking lot. His head cocks to the side at the sound of steps, big sunglasses nearly blocking the way his brows arch, but doing nothing to hide the sneering curl of his upper lip.
If things weren't as they are, Gabe might be chomping for that International Champ belt. If things weren't as they are, maybe he'd be sleeping easier, Drilla close at hand. If things weren't as they are, maybe it wouldn't be the entire fucking roster taking a fat paycheck to back someone that Gabe, quite frankly, would like to bite into the face of if given half the chance. Hell- maybe that's what all of the contenders for the throne so far have been missing. But things are as they are. Drilla is not here. Half-Death Rider, half-Dog, all pissed, and staring down the guy he once lambasted for taking the same deal he did to cross another ocean and see most of his pack follow him.
"What do you have left to burn at this point?"
"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you." | Mariah—Takeshita @highflyflows
It’s so upfront that it has Takeshita takes an extra moment to process the three shot questions at him. Its so abrupt. Quite frankly the last person he ever thought would take notice of a single thing and much less say something about it was Mariah herself. She had her own things to worry about, things definitely not pertaining to him or the family. So it only makes him wary. Could this be another set up? Something he should see coming a mile away? Lip tight he gives her a once over before raising a very suspicious brow at her. “They are my family, why wouldn’t I?” He counters a bit defensively. “Why would you care anyways, what business do you have with how we run things?” Or with me? He wants to add but he keeps that part to himself.
100 PROOF & 100% STRAIGHT FIRE ; @highflyflows
@bckyclb_njpw: he said the stetson stays on during sex ... well, then, so does my championship 🤷🏻 to the moon and back, darling. 😘🌙 also, enjoy pictures of us being obnoxiously hot on a nature walk before we go to g1 🤠😈🏆🔥 @100proofconnors_njpw #100proof&100%straightfire #njpwpowercouple #goats #youjumpijump @highflyflows
"That wasn’t part of the plan, was it?" | ZSJ–Ryohei Oiwa @highflyflows
"Does anything ever really go to plan with us?" Oiwa says with a playful but embarrassed huff. Originally, their plan was for Zack to simply drag Oiwa to some new vegan noodle place that opened and enjoy their food before crashing at Zack's place since they were around the parts and on a one day break before getting their asses back on the road. And that is honestly what happened. But then one beer on Zack's surprisingly cozy couch turned to two, and at some point Oiwa was just biting the rim out of some nervous habit. Zack is warm, like heater warm, and having him maybe at arms reach with some lounge clothes on was all parts wrong, all parts right and putting loud alarms to start ringing in Oiwa's head.
It happened out of the blew, and Oiwas face is completely red at the moment. He can't seem to even meet Zack's eyes anymore. Suddenly everything around them, the decor was much pleasing on the eyes then whatever expression was on Zack's face. "Was a accident." Oiwa says, his large body slouching on itself and he clinks the bottle against his teeth. All he had wanted was to give Zack a cheek kiss in return for his partners well versed language of touch. Instead it ended up with him pressing his lips at the corner of the others lip and now he wishes the couch would swallow him whole. It really was a misstep reaction, maybe Zack twisted his head to fast before he could do it—he's not really sure. "Didn't mean anything by it. Was just being friendly, I am blaming your beer. Probably stayed too long in your fridge."
asdfghjkl guys, help. @luch3gor3 @itstaztvrp @highflyflows @c0smickiller @p1nfalled @niratias @ropewalked @criiiticalassault HEAR ME OUT, THE BOYS GETTING BECKY'S BITE MARK TATTED ON THEM