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WWE is the only place you can watch a movie star and his wife fight a Swiss superman

an angry Canadian who won’t stop crying fight a dude who loves baseball bats and ripping his shirt off

a tag team duo from Jersey (one is 7 feet tall and the other is 5 feet of smack talk) duel with a trio of men calling themselves unicorns

a literal demon possessing some dude crawl into the ring to fight the basic “son” of the company

the four horsemen personified by four different women beating the shit out of each other

weaponized cakes being smashed over people’s heads

a brother and sister have a custody battle over a bunch of ruthless wrestlers

“YOU STUPID IDIOT”

“MY NAME IS ENZO AMORE AND I AM A CERTIFIED G AND A BONAFIDE STUD AND YOU CANT TEACH THAT.”

Edit: don’t forget the snake man. He comes outta no where.
One day...

One day we’re going to have a wlw ship that we will pour our fucking hearts into, one we’ll binge repeatedly, write fanfics about, relate to and obsess over.

One ship where the actresses are just as on-board with the ship as we are, where they are co-captains of the damn thing. They’ll be so into it that we’ll all joke and speculate and god, hope, that they’re actually going to date in real life.

 And they’ll joke about it too…but then they actually fucking will start dating and it will be so so glorious. We’ll rally, we’ll cheer, we will go absolutely batshit and it will be a beautiful day for us and our community and representation.

2016 has been a hard year for us wlw shippers but you can only go up from rock bottom and I look forward to this day, hoping that it will be reality.

     “i want in, like a substitute - i’ve been working
 awful hard for you. but you don’t say, you just hold
your breath so i can’t touch what i haven’t yet. she’s
a poor one and it hurts me so, and it’s a dark path
and a heck of a cold, and she can feel me like she
did before…”


     the soft melody tapered off as the motion of his fingers against the strings beneath them slowed steadily. montana strummed another set of chords before he tilted his chin upward, looking across at the other seated across from him for some sort of reaction. they were seated in the shed stationed behind his house. it was often a place for creative birth, and where he and his band mates practiced, or even hosted tiny shows. “and then… something like…”

    “i push in and i pull it away, it’s a hard part
but the true love way. girl you’re wanted like a
wanted man, with your smart mouth and your
killer hands. we could both share all that i have
made - for a young man it’s a heck of a wage.
and I feel crazy when i see your face…”


     “so… what are your thoughts? it’s not done yet but…” he hesitated, removing the strap from around his neck as he set the acoustic guitar on the seat beside himself. 

anonymous asked:

Is there anything else Geovane wants from his followers?

ANY FOLLOWER OF MINE SHOULD COVER THEIR FEATURES.
NOT A SINGLE ONE MATTERS TO ME.

TOO MANY SUPERFICIAL THINGS MATTER TO MORTALS, IF YOUR APPEARANCE IS SO PRECIOUS, THEN I DONT WANT YOU AMONG THOSE I TOLERATE. 

I CHANGE SHAPE AT WILL AND I FIND NOTHING REVOLTING ABOUT ANY OF THE FORMS IVE FOUND. MY DISGUST COMES FROM THE SHALLOW BEHAVIOR OF THE MORTAL REALMS. THE FIGHTS CAUSED BY DIFFERENCES  ARE AMUSING DUE TO THE STUPIDITY.