#thunderbombs

[dyingbrced-a]

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contact —— {Sami. Z} — [sent] I’ll be honest, I think it was the first one. — [sent] Not 100% sure but I’m sure I’ve heard it before, Jurassic Park seems right? — [sent] Very ominous, they had that look in their eye.

[lasskickcr-archived-blog]

🔅 , 🌟

headcanons, ask away !    :    @thunderbombs​ //  accepting.

🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? 

 ❝  home. well back home in ireland. m may get t’ travel ‘da world and see t’ings d’at most people can only dream ‘bout seein’, but ireland will always be home. d’at little house will always hold a special place in my heart ...   ❞🌟: Do they have any places they want to go before they die? For what reasons do they want to go there?❝ d’ere are so many places i wanna visit ‘nd some of d’em are all very ... tourist-y? ya’ pick a place on ‘da map ‘nd i probably wanna go. give me a backpack ‘nd an adventure ‘nd let’s go!   ❞

[unfcrtunatescul]

“ how long have you been doing this? ”

meme - thunderbombs - still accepting

warning: dark themes ( trigger warning for mentions of murder, etc.)  potential au verse

An assortment of weapons was splayed out over the foot of his bed as he stood there, watching the orange-haired male carefully, gauging his reaction as if walking on eggshells. But, he had to. No one had ever seen this side of him and much less his most trusted companion. Fingers gracefully hovered over various sharp objects used for cutting into flesh and the like. He had never ended anyone’s lives with them, but he used them on occasion and when people deserved to be on his table. People who hurt others and enjoyed the chaos of tormenting victims. He sat now, legs crossed and elbows bent to lean against hands. “Since I was little, yeah. Think I was.. like six. My grandpa.. he showed me how to use them. How to channel all of my-- My frustrations.” It had always been so much more than simple frustrations, but he wasn’t ready to disclose that part just yet. He simply wanted Sami to know the half of it and go from there. The only good thing about the show and tell now was that the other male hadn’t run off in terror just yet. Maybe there was still hope and maybe he hadn’t scared his friend away just yet.. Maybe he could handle the rest.. Time would tell, though. “There’s more inside the closet.. I even got plastic to.. clean up if I need to.” A proud smile was plastered to his features now, hoping that Sami would see past all of the taboo thoughts about what he did on his off time. He wasn’t a monster. He was just different.

[unfcrtunatescul]

“Well, this is awkward…”

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Send me, “Well, this is awkward…” and I’ll generate a random number [1-30] to see what my muse’s reaction is to your muse catching them… —

7.) Yelling or screaming on the top of their lungs because they ‘just need to let it out’.

The loud, deep and raspy voice echoed out within the empty locker room. He was frustrated with life. Frustrated with how things had been going and how they always tended to keep him wedged between a rock and hard place. It was like he was cursed or something. There was never any hope where success was thought of because he had grown used to getting the short end of the stick since he was a child. Never enough money, attention, or loving affection from neglectful parents too caught up in their own personal dramas. But he still did well for himself despite all of the bad luck. Here he was now, a decorated wrestler and with friends that actually valued his being around, included him in things, and wanted him to remain close. But somehow that wasn’t enough for him. He missed the intimacy of having that close friendship that catered to his feeling of loneliness. Not that the others weren’t enough, but the one who knew him through and through, all of his deepest dark thoughts and dreams for better future. None of them knew him well enough and that-- was his own damn fault. Which caused the spilled over emotions to crash over his supply of oxygen and the shouting was his way of releasing all of it into the void. But he hadn’t expected anyone to hear him. In fact, he knew he’d been alone in the room. He waited for everyone to leave before he let loose for fear of being seen as a broken thing. Something that needed fixing. He wasn’t and anyone who tried to help usually wound up at the end of a hard, tightened fist. “Who’s there..? I heard that.” The blonde looked around the room, getting up and taking an even further gauge of the surroundings, even the showers, until he spotted the bag. 

[wickedwyrmsa]

@thunderbombs || based on tired-mom plot

          Most nights were longer than Dean liked to admit. He got lesser sleep than he would anyone know and he had less time for himself than necessary. Did it bother him? Maybe a little. But was it worth it? Definitely. All of the hustle was alright as long as he got to wake up and feel the tiny figure cuddling up to his side, clinging to his arm as if its life depended on it. On some days the blond allowed himself to see that the life of his child did, in fact, depend on him. On other days he felt more modest. Dean knew, he wasn’t the best parents of them all. But he loved his son. After all, it was the two of them against the world. Always had been. 

          Little Jordan was the result of a one night stand gone wrong. Well, not wrong. Dean would never put it like that today. Maybe he had, when the girl had first shown up at his place, leaving him alone with a baby and a million questions. But he had grown into it. He still was growing into it. 

          It was one of the mornings when the Ohioan wished he and Jordan could just stay in bed. He’d read a book to his boy and they’d have breakfast in bed. But school was calling and Dean started his shift at the bike shop soon too. Because of that, he got them both out of bed to get ready for the day. Not even two hours later he parked the car in front of the school that Jordan had started going to a couple of weeks ago. So far his son was liking it but Dean guessed that everyone loves first grade. 

          Taking Jordan by the hand, they walked to find his classroom. Even though the little boy liked school, he was still slightly shy when it came to walking through the halls. And if Dean was honest with himself, he was a little worried he might get lost too. So he brought him to the classroom. His eyes fell on the teacher immediately. The ginger man had kind eyes and something warm about him. Dean waved at him for a moment and wanted to say hello but Jordan was pulling on his arm so instead he leaned down and brushed some of the blond hair away from the boy’s forehead. “I’ll meet you here after your classes, alright buddy?” A soft smile appeared on his face when he kissed his son’s forehead and let him go to be with his friends. Again, his and the teacher’s eyes met for a moment and he smiled at him. Dean should probably go but allowed himself just for a second to see whom his kid was sitting with.

[lasskickcr-archived-blog]

the jostling, the teasing, she took it all in stride. it wasn't anything new to her, not when it came to him; and to be fair -- she HAD warned him that she wouldn't take it easy on him. but instead of her usual smile, a brief look of concern etched its way across her face at his last words. ❝ ya' didn't get enough sleep? ya’ know, d’at’s a SHAME ‘cause i REALLY wanted t’ try workin’ on somethin’ ... ❞

she could give him a break, sure. that's what friends did and this was ONLY training.  but she'd never taken training lightly before and she wasn't about to let him get away with it ... which is exactly why she grabbed onto his arm and TUGGED; using her weight and momentum to get him to the ground. 

@thunderbombs [ x ]

[livingdecdgirl]

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[ 💀 ] — The Devil Woman gave a small smirk when she spotted Sami Zayn, for a short second she wondered where his best friend Kevin Owens had run off to. A light chuckle let her lips, seeing as Owens must have ran off knowing that she was coming his way, he had always been terrified of her seeing as she chokeslamed him years ago. “Sami Zayn.” she addressed the ginger haired man slowly, her acid green cat eyes flickering for a moment as she sized him up. Much like her father, the dead woman had a dark and eerie presence to her that even intimidated some of the male roster, to which some did fear her. She began to circle the man slowly, her smirk growing ever wider. He was perfect for what she needed. “Tell me...” she began, moving to stand in front of Sami now, eyes locking with his. “Are you afraid of me?“ the words slipped from her mouth and hung in the air for a few moments as she wait to hair his reply.