... 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

[thmbsup]

    oh, he can’t stand him. he can’t stand the smartass commentary, can’t stand the constant contrarianism. he can’t stand it, and yet… he can’t get enough of it, either – especially when sami moves closer instead of further away. it’s a reaction zero doesn’t anticipate, but a reaction he welcomes all the same, even if it pisses him off a little first. but perhaps he’s addicted to the complexity of it all, the inner conflict of whether or not he should keep him whole or tear him to shreds. ( either way, he’ll be thoroughly entertained. )

    ❝ not a chance in hell. ❞ his laughter is quiet, hissing through clenched teeth. his upper lip curls with animosity, yet electric waves of chill-bumps roll down the back of his neck in currents.fuck, could it be that he actually likes the way it feels? could it be that he gets some sort of sick pleasure out of those violent threats? no surprise there, really; they’re practically cut from the same sadomasochistic cloth. for people like them, blood is the only thing that washes away the burden of living. violence dulls the cacophony within, if only for a little while.

    ❝ if i go down, callihan– ❞ zero breathes, head tilting until the corner of his mouth brushes sami’s cheek. without warning, his grip on his chest loosens ( a brief respite to catch a breath ) until he can grab a fistful of sami’s vest instead. he yanks him closer, menacing. ❝ – then you’re coming with me. ❞

         “IS   THAT SO?”            his   smile   is   almost   sweet.   the   way   it   curls,   thinking   about   him   and   zero   locked   in   this   battle   forever.   warmth   blossoms   over   his   chest.   sparks   sprouting   from   where   zero’s   hands   touch   him,   fingers   brushing   against   his   skin.   “if   that’s   supposed   to   be   a   threat,   it’s   not   a   very   good   one,   ‘cause   i   wasn’t   gonna   have   this   end   any   other   way.”   his   hands   rests   on   top   of   zero’s   much   tinier   ones,   smirking   to   himself,   and   giving   them   a   gentle   squeeze.

“it’s   gonna be   you and me   forever, ‘til i   can turn your creepy   ass into dust. don’t even   think for a second you’re ever   gonna get rid of me. it’s not gonna   happen.” hands retract. anything warm and   affectionate slipping right back into the cold   demeanor from before. “get off’a me, or i’m gonna   start getting handsy.”

[thmbsup]

         @thmbsup​ ,       [ throat ]    &    rollins

seth rollins had a big mouth.  arguably so, he’d say.  a matter of convex opinions from differing sides who couldn’t decide if he had the skills to back it up or not.  couldn’t decide if a briefcase in hand amounted to the contract inside.  couldn’t  decide  which side of the fence they wanted to fall on.  and for some, in the midst of their balancing act, they’d come to the bold assumption that he cared.  that their thoughts weighed more than they did, shoved out of the path stomped towards the top.  drowned in the shallow ponds they ought’ve stayed in.  little fish he’d name jealous  if he bothered to do more than stare them down.

if he bothered to…   “ exit’s  that  way, ”   it’d have sounded louder if the bodies  meant  to be flanking him hadn’t branched off for the night.  shooed because their chatter only ever needled a blooming headache toward migraine territory.  worse than the fists he’d tasted.  than the beat of his pulse against his temples.  an echo of steps that’d stopped nearer than they should have.  left irritation to mingle with itself and supplant outward aggression with a grin that bared just enough teeth to know the laughter was coming before it did.  chipped.  short - lived but intending to leave a mark.   “ i know most of the trash that’s rolled out of  ohio  can’t read, so i’ll do you a favor and spell it out for you.  E - X - I —— !! ”

leant down, through the space meant to uphold an idea of security, the sound that left him was strangled.  a wild, choking gag as a lurch in reverse failed to unseat blunted nails and all the height advantages in the world, suddenly, felt negated.  obsolete.  digging heels and the clatter of that falling prize,   “ h - hey ! ”   wheezed, it didn’t sound like him.  lips pulling a grimace beneath too - wide eyes, seth’s thrashing stalled with gloved fingers wrapped ‘round sami’s  (he’d deny knowing his name, later )  wrist.   “ hey hey hey, c’mahn.. ”   quick, the words bled together.  a jumble to suit the panic that cornered his gaze back, down the stretch of empty hall behind him.   “ c’maahhhn… think about this ! ”

          SAMI   STALKS   THE   BACK   HALLS   OF   A   BUILDING                                  he   was   no   longer   legally   allowed   in   to   visit   old   friends.   it   wasn’t   often   the   big   leagues   rolled   through   his   state,   and   he   wanted   to   make   the   most   of   it.   he’d   not   been   paying   attention   until   that   high   pitched,   irritating   ass   voice   ran   over   him   like   nails   on   a   chalkboard                  --                  then   the   insults   come   rolling,   and   he   snaps.   temper   getting   the   best   of   him.   a   bare   hand   wraps   around   rollins’   throat,   squeezing   just   enough   to   cause   pain,   cutting   off   half   of   his   oxygen,   but   not   completely   depriving   him.   not   yet.   there   wouldn’t   be   any   fun   if   he   didn’t   toy   with   the   bastard   first.   chapped   lips   curl   into   a   snarky   smirk,   teeth   barred   in   a   display   of   aggression.   “maybe   you   should   learn   how   to   keep   your   god   damn   mouth   shut,   and   people   would   stop   wantin’   to   beat   your   ass.”   his   grip   lightens   ever   so   slightly,   just   enough   to   let   seth   regain   his   stolen   breath,   but   not   enough   for   him   to   actually   get   away.   “now,   how   ‘bout   an   apology?   hm?   or   did   your   mouth   finally   forget   how   to   work?"

          palm   presses   further   down   on   seth’s   throat,               lifting   his   head   up.   “y’know   i   don’t   think   hunter   and   steph’ll   keep   you   as   their   golden   little   poster   boy   if   they   saw   you   like   this.   a   scrawny   little   white   kid   from   ohio   turnin’   you   into   a   whiny   little   bitch.”   head   tilts,   eyes   narrowing.   “or   maybe   that’s   why   the   keep   you   around.   ‘cause   they   know   you   make   such   a   pretty   one.”

[depravcd-a]

                   ❛       𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲  ,  𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭   𝐛𝐞   𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝙞'𝙢   𝙣𝙤𝙩   𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚       ❜

⠀

ind.  sel.  wrestling  multimuse       — — —      

                                 depicted  and  worshipped  by  sam.

[thmbsup]

@egoforge​ said:  “HA” / what from jonbrose moxpants 👏 whatever timeframe you’re feelin 😘👉

SKIN   BRISTLES   AND   FISTS   CLENCHED,   HE’S   READY   TO   ATTACK               and   damn   nearly   swings   at   mox’s   face   before   their   eyes   connect.   there’s   a   rare   look   in   his   eyes      --      jon   moxley   is   happy.   truly   happy,   for   the   first   time   in   fuck   knows   how   long.   sami   doesn’t   know   why,   doesn’t   think   he’d   really   want   to,   least   untamed,   unwarranted   jealousy   rear   its   ugly   head   once   again.   his   fists   relaxes,   still   landing   a   gentle   hit   on   mox’s   collarbone.   “what   the   fuck,   man?”   there’s   no   malice   behind   his   words.   his   own   lips   twitching   in   the   beginnings   of   a   smile.   his   head   connects   with   the   concrete   wall   behind   him,   eyes   moving   up   to   the   ceiling.   “gonna   end   up   beating   your   ass   one   of   these   days   if   you   don’t   stop   fucking   around.   mess   that   pretty   face   all   up.”   he   finally   shoves   back.   barely   even   moving   the   heavier,   taller   moxley.  

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[jonmxley]

get to know me meme - [8/10] favourite wrestlers:

↪Sami Callihan

[tickngbomb]

                    ❛   𝐢   𝐚𝐦   𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭   𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚      ,

                                                               𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲  ,  𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭   𝐛𝐞   𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝙞'𝙢   𝙣𝙤𝙩   𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 ❜

⠀

independent.  selective  HIROMU  TAKAHASHI       —       

                                  rebooted  and  worshipped  by  sam.

[hxllonwhxxls-blog]

                I N D I E & P R I V A T E     J A X S O N  T E L L E R ; 

                                                    F R O M    S O N S  O F  A N A R C H Y ;

                                                                                 L O V E D  B Y  J A X.

[localmagicalboi]

✨ ❝ahem.❞ | sami & vi.

[thmbsup]

₀₁₁₁₀₁₁₀ ₀₁₁₀₁₀₀₁

✨ @thmbsup​ give it back!!!!

❝Excuse me.❞ Oh, boy… Never said those two words unless he was in the area to start some shit. And, well, Virote Srisati was always willing to start some shit with anyone. Though, while he did have that lean in his voice, there was also a touch of irritation. If Sami glanced at his arms, he could see a leather jacket. Looked like it had been going through some alterations, notquite finished. That wasn’t the focus, however. ❝Have you seen a Shinola backpack?❞

This wasn’t a genuine question. More like, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BACKPACK, YOU DOUCHE CANOE. Would’ve been, what, the third time for the day that his backpack disappeared under mysterious circumstances? Every time pointed to Sami fooling around and hiding his shit. ❝Also, I was working on this jacket for you, but, like, I need my backpack to complete it. I have a pudding cup in there.❞ The jacket wasn’t being completedwithout the Snack Pack™.

That’s the bargaining chip and he’s not budging on it.

          𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃    with an  iron will,  and a determination like no other. and it is with all that strength, that resolve that he has mustered over the past thirty-two years of this agonizing life, he manages to keep a  shit eating grin  off his face as he hears vi’s footsteps approach him for the third? fourth? time that day. the accusatory tone in his voice. he wants nothing more than to burst into an  ugly  laugh, picturing said item sitting on the tippy top of the tallest shelf in the building. courtesy of one mad man fulton. but he doesn’t, because he is  STRONG.  instead playing a fool, an eyebrow crooked.  “ i don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but i’m not exactly someone who knows what the hell a shit-topia backpack even is. kinda offended you think i’d have somethin’ to do with that anyways. ”

          a hand rests upon his chest,      protecting his  oh so wounded  heart. his other holds up his phone, showing off the paused game on the dimly lit screen.  “ i’m obviously very, very busy. i don’t have time to run around stealing a shipona backpack... which sounds ugly by the way. ”  phone slides back into his pocket as he takes a step towards vi.  “ y’know, if ya’ keep coming around here accusing  good ol’ sami callihan  of things.. jake’s gonna catch onto your little crush. and he’s gonna  eat your snack pack.  in front of you.”

                    that is, if sami didn’t get it first.

[thmbsup]

howdy doody, y’all. so.... if anyone has any recommendations for commissions blogs for ya pal to check out - or would be willing to commission some stuff for moi - then drop em below pls n thank

[thmbsup]

me: i should really get started on all those drafts huh

also me: *continues watching t.okyo g.houl*

[tragicomedii]

     THE NEXT SCREAM YOU HEAR                                           MAY BE YOUR OWN !

[thmbsup]

hey, guys. ya pal is hella sick rn and getting their ass kicked by shitty real life events and work. i've only got one day off next week so i'll try to get stuff done then, but if not, please be patient with me! i don't have any intentions of dropping threads atm and i wanna interact with all of you so much, this is just a minor setback while i try to get my shit together ;__;

[rbhvleo]

it eats me alive.

[forgedesire]

and as i spoke, my fangs were shown. taken aback he smiles and tells me, “what you crave will soon be yours, but what i crave is already mine.”

            independent, private, and selective multi muse adored by holly. ( promo c.)

[voidivide]

WEARING HUMAN SKIN / WITH PROOF IN THE NAME OF LIVING.

[thmbsup]

hey, guys. ya pal is hella sick rn and getting their ass kicked by shitty real life events and work. i've only got one day off next week so i'll try to get stuff done then, but if not, please be patient with me! i don't have any intentions of dropping threads atm and i wanna interact with all of you so much, this is just a minor setback while i try to get my shit together ;__;