#ofdisarmhers

[villainiist-blog]

   ❛       OH   what do i have to do to get you away from me, lynch?      ❜

[phcnomenal-blog]

                                         @ofdisarmhers ( birthday stuff )

                               “ C’mon get ready, we’re goin’ out for a night on the town -- but you gotta pay since it’s my birthday. “

[labellearchive-blog]

" i'll do it in de morning...’e works out in de morning! " she replied as though avoiding him had been becky's whole issue with the situation. becky was right, of course she was. where maryse's anger came in, the irishwoman had somehow become the voice of reason. but it didn't stop her from taking the offered spot beneath the covers or letting becky's weight rest gently against her shoulder. she took comfort in it -- comfort she needed with her husband having gone off the rails. " ...can i just stay ‘ere tonight? "

@ofdisarmhers. continued from x.

[reigningrcman-blog]

{ @ofdisarmhers }  ——  ✦

❝ I gotta admit, ❞ Roman started, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, ❝ I’m pretty excited for the women’s ladder match. You ladies sure as hell deserve it. ❞ He meant it, voice firm in its sincerity.  ❝ You better kick some lass and grab that briefcase, alright? I’m rooting for you. ❞

[thecompetitor-a]

dynamitevee: when you try to take a cute selfie with ya girl @ofdisarmhers and #eyebrows decides to photobomb!

NO REBLOG IF YOU’RE NOT THE PERSON I MADE THIS FOR

[topeconhiilo-a-blog]

@ofdisarmhers || requested the birthday kid

he’s in a decent mood for the first time in a long time. it helps that it’s his birthday. he’s not keen on being another year older though he’s mostly fine with it. a grin spreads across his face as he sees becky coming toward him. 

       “be nice to me. it’s my birthday.”

[thatdamngccd-archive-blog]

「 @ofdisarmhers​ 」 ——✧

❝ Don’t tell anyone or I'll tell them you're a liar, but I’m glad you’re still on Team Blue. ❞ A crooked grin.

[thecompetitor-a]

@ofdisarmhers ------ starter call

        “Promise me this ain’t gonna end up with us havin’ bad blood.” Naomi spoke the moment she ran into Becky, pointing to her belt but clearly meaning the fatal five way to come next week. Naomi was not stupid, she was not naive. She knew what this belt could do but she wanted to hear validation from Becky that this wouldn’t ruin them. That the belt wouldn’t be the thing that would drive them so beyond repair and the thing that would make her lose the Lass Kicker. Because of this could ruin them... there was no way Naomi could forgive her. “Promise me, Becky.”