Strollonso But Make It A Tribute To Sappho 🌸

Welcome to the worst website ever✨🫰🫀

thank you my friend 😪 i had an acc when i was like a little teen but i still have no idea whats going on lmaooo

i appreciate the solo welcome tho <3

We should totally all do a whiteboard or Aggie.IO

ICL!!! this has been on my mind for a while but i was scared thinking no one would do it with me loll

i might make a post asking if people would be interested fasho!!

Max recalled the events somehow just a little over two hours ago, of finally winning back his title from Wardlow, who had turned on the Undisputed Kingdom when Adam's ankle had finally healed enough for him to return and he had confidently asked for 'his' title. Max scoffed to himself at the thought, wondering how Adam could have been stupid enough to truly believe that Wardlow would actually just hand over the glorious Triple B like it was a football. It was dumb, uncharacteristically dumb for him, as Max had learned. And he had indeed learned it the hard way.

The betrayal at World's End was only a few months ago and yet the wounds were, as much as it pained him to admit it, still raw. Max hadn't trusted anyone since then, no. He had come back from his injury, his shoulder healing seemingly fuelled by the pure sting of betrayal, and he reclaimed his name. Slowly, slowly, but surely. His hair was shorter again, the sides buzzed; he was a man of dress shirts once more, having taken fabric scissors to those Better Than You Bay Bay and Double Clothesline t-shirts a long time ago. He donned his trusty scarf, having burned his favourite clone because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get Adam's scent off it. He was, once again, in all purposes but physically, the Devil. Who needs a mask to show it? In all truth he was technically a babyface, but would he still hold those intrinsic values Adam had edged into him? Hell no. In this company you couldn't trust anyone, and Max hated himself every day for many months for not maintaining that strong view despite Adam. Adam's manipulation, his fucking game. No. Max worked best on his own. He was a true champ, and no one would ever take that away from him again.

a little snippet of a fic im working on because worlds end stuck a knife in my heart that i haven’t been able to pull out yet.

TheVoidVoyager on ao3

HANDS OFF MY PRINCESS 😤😤

He is such a baby here <3 also Kevin going for the tit grab in the first gif is living rent free in my mind.

*Jey, Cody, and Sami, sitting on a bench*

Kevin: Why do you guys look so sad? It's bumming me out.

Cody: Sit with us so we can tell you.

*Kevin sits down beside Sami*

Jey and Sami simultaneously: This bench is freshly painted.

was talking to a friend and remembered how annoying damian priest's nuyorican is like im fluent in spanish and this guy jus proves me wrong ❌ like it jus throws me off

guys this is such a hot steamy fic. i cant wait for yall to meet jey's mystery man.. no ones guessed right yet -3-

5k words in... its just a oneshot soo.. coming soon

i fr don't know no tumblr etiquette so if i accidentally like or reply to ur post from like 2020 or post as if im on instagram i apologise yall

its MY ship and i get to do WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT WITH IT

nsfw//

“You’ve got such a pretty throat makin’ all those sounds… I gotta use it after this.” [XXX] hummed against the skin of his neck.

“Fuck!” Jey gasped as strong hands gripped his thighs and pushed in all the way again, the rough fingers pulling him down so hard Jey wondered if his thighs would bruise.

-more of the upcoming oneshot with mr. mystery man