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I can’t sleep and I’m posting garbage, but why the flying fuck does the WWE not sell leggings/tights? Is there any actual reason? Can you imagine the amount of money they would make, I would empty my bank account for some of these.

Just imagine the possibilities

Sami Zayn checkerboard leggings

Becky Lynch steampunk design that reads “Lasskicker” down a leg

Charlotte’s aqua leggings that read “Do it with Flair” in white cursive down the sides

Chris Jericho ones that incorporate every one of his past gimmicks including Y2J and The Lion Tamer. I feel a mighty need…

BREEZANGO leggings available in five different colors of striped furs

Dolph Ziggler tights with that awesome “DZ” logo on the thigh you know what I’m talking about


Loud as fuck purple and yellow leggings make sure you stay hyped for Zack and Mojo

Kevin Owens leggings are black with a big-ass “K.O.” on them. The letters. On the booty. Get it big-ass? I’m sorry.

The neon pink and blue ones come New Day approved mainly because of the unicorns and rainbows all over, those nerds would be so pleased to see people wearing these in public.

Natalya pink and black “Queen of Harts” leggings

Sasha Banks “Bo$$” ones naturally

I would murder somebody for a pair of Edge and Christian leggings I’m not kidding


Plus you could run a vintage series with some of the amazing designs they have on t-shirts in the store.

“ becky l y n c h aesthetic

                                 – pocket rocket, firecracker

1. Love bites (so do I) - Halestorm
2. Kill all your friends - My Chemical Romance
3. WWE special op - the shield
4. Whatsername - green day
5. Fat lip - sum 41
6. I never told you what I do for a living - my chemical romance
7. Getting away with murder - papa roach
8. Poprocks and Coke - green day
9. Hair dye song - onision
10. …to be loved - papa roach
11. Blood - my chemical romance
12. Thinking out loud - ed sheeran
13. WWE Celtic invasion - becky lynch
14. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W - my chemical romance
15. What goes around - alesana
16. Lifestyles of the rich and famous - good Charlotte
17. Black ink - Onision
18. You can look but you can’t touch - the bella twins
19. If you think this song is about you it probably is - d.r.u.g.s
20. You stupid girl - framing Hanley

The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 8)

Chapter 7 (And other chapters)

“You have to go.” said Chuck. He sat on the couch in front of me.

“No way, you’re not getting away that easily.” I said. I walked over and sat down next to him, turning to face him.

“Talk to me, please.”

Chuck looked at me with watery eyes. I could see the fear laying in them.

“Do you trust me?” asked Chuck, barely above a whisper.

“Always have.” I said. I laid my hand on top of Chuck’s, rubbing it gently with my thumb. Chuck stared at our hands, taking a deep breath.

“Then you know why I’m about to do this.”

Chuck grabbed my face and pulled it towards his, kissing me, giving me no time to react before letting me go.

Chuck stood up, walking out of the room, up the stairs, leaving me alone.

“Ugh!” I yelled, slamming the door to the motel room of the week we were staying in.

“Range?” asked a 14 year old Sam.

“You know you could have waited for me to walk in before slamming the door.” said Dean from behind me.

Ignoring him, I walked in the bathroom, slamming the door again. Sam stood up ready to come to my aid.

“Leave her.” said Dean, knowing what had happened.

I sat on the floor against the sink with my head in my hands.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” asked Blue suddenly.

“I swear Blue if one more guy makes a move on me and kisses me I’m gonna explode.” said 16 year old me.


“Hunters can’t be in relationships. It doesn’t work, it’ll never work. They don’t exist. It stresses me out so much. I swear the next guy who kisses me; I’ll just run away from him.”

And I hadn’t been kissed since. I stood up quickly, wanting to get out of there before my brain took me into a state of panic, something Chuck knew would happen. I stood up quickly and walked out of his house, my head fogged up from shock.

I closed the door and leaned my head against it, taking a breath.

“Took you long enough.”

I jumped, turning around quickly. Sam stood before me.

“What are you doing here, Sam?” I asked. I pushed passed him and walked towards my truck. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with my little brother’s questions right now.

“What happened to ‘We’re right behind you!’” asked Sam. Sam walked towards the passenger door, climbing in.

“Why didn’t you go with Dean?” I asked.

“We need to talk.”

Sighing, I got in the car and started it. My phone suddenly beeped.

From: Dean

Hotel *********************

“Alright then.” Starting the car, and we were on the way.

After about 20 minutes on the road, Sam spoke up.

“So… How long have you had visions?”

I slammed on the breaks, nearly crashing the car. That was a question I was not expecting. I pulled over to the side of the road, getting out of the car. Sam followed.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, pacing slightly.

“I saw you in the car, that headache. I could see it on your face, because that’s exactly what my face used to look like.”

I stood against the truck with my head pressed against the side. What was I supposed to do here?

“When I was in that panic room, I kept seeing visions. And one, one of them was mom. She told me you were hiding something that you had secrets I couldn’t even think of. What’ going on Ranger?” asked Sam, walking towards my side of the truck.

“I can’t tell you.” I said, rubbing my temple with my hand.

“What are you talking about? Talk to me Ranger I’m your damn broth-“

“I promised Dad I wouldn’t ok?! The one promise I ever made to Dad, ‘Don’t tell Sam and Dean.’ I’m not breaking that now.” I could feel the tears trying to escape my eyes, but I refused to let them.

“Will you at least tell me how long the visions have been happening?” asked Sam, the concern evident in his voice.

I sighed. Sam wasn’t gonna let me go without me telling him something.

“The day we first met Adam.” Sam widened his eyes, realizing how long ago that was.

“Let’s go.” I said, getting into the car.


Dean and I sat in the hotel room. Dean sat on the bed next to mine, loading a gun.

Sam walked in.

“Hey.” said Dean.


Sam threw something at Dean and me. We both caught it and looked at it.

“Here. Hex bags. No way will the angels find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter.”

“Where’d you get it?” asked Dean.

“I made it.”

“How?” I asked, not making eye contact with my little brother.

Dean and I looked up at Sam, the silence laid heavy.

“I… I learned it from Ruby.”

Dean put his gun down and stood up.

“Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?” asked Dean.

“I-it’s weird. Uh. Tell you the truth, I’m fine. No shake, no fever. It’s like whoever… put me on that plane cleaned me right up.”

My mind immediately went to Chuck, still trying to figure out how he was a part of all this.

“Supernatural methadone.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Silence lay in the room again.


“Sam.” said Dean, cutting him off.

“It’s okay.” said Dean.

“You don’t have to say anything.” I said.

“Well, that’s good. Because what can I even say? “I’m sorry”? “I screwed up”? Doesn’t really do it justice, you know? Look, there’s nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right-“

“So why do you keep bringing it up?!” I asked.

Dean rested his hand on my shoulder, calming me.

“Look, all I’m saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That’s it.”

Sam nodded.

“All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?” I asked.

“We’d, uh, figure out where the thing is.” said Sam.

“All right. So we just got to find… the devil.”


Nick lied in bed, alone. He pulled his hands out from under the blankets, completely bloodstained. Tossing the blankets back, Nick sees his beds covered in blood. He jumped out of bed and switched on the light, finding no blood.

“All right, keep it together. Keep it down man.” said Nick to himself.

Nick lay back down, turning off the lights. Rolling over, a woman appeared. Nick sat up, shocked. Sarah, someone he wasn’t expecting to see.

“It’s you, Nick. You’re special. You’re chosen.”

Nick shook his head, covering his eyes. When he looks back, she’s gone.

I shot up, sweat dripping from my head. I sat in the dark motel room, the one light coming from the corner of the room. Dean sat awake in the corner, drinking a beer.

“You alright?” asked Dean.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I said.

I lay back down in bed, trying to get any more sleep.

Dean switched the light off, walking over to my side of the bed we shared.

“Goodnight, baby sister.” said Dean.

Dean bent down and kissed my forehead. He walked over to the other side, laying on top of the covers. Dean fell asleep, mind shutting down for the night.

——————————————————————————————————————————————Dean, Sam and I sat in the motel room the next morning. There was a knock on the door. Dean and I pulled out our guns as Sam answered.

An unknown woman stood on the other side, looking like she was about ready to explode.

“You okay, lady?” asked Sam.

“Sam… Is it really you?” asked the girl.

Sam looked back at the two of us. The girl stepped closer and put her hand on Sam’s chest.

“And you’re so firm.”

I snorted, laughing at the strange encounter.

“Uh, do I know you?” asked Sam.

“No. But I know you. You’re Sam Winchester. And you’re-“

She looked at the two of us.

“-not what I pictured. I’m Becky.”

“I apologize in advanced.”

I blocked Chuck, not wanting to talk to him right now.

“I read all about you guys. And I’ve even written a few-“

Becky looked down and giggled.

“Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were.”

Dean stood up.

“Chuck?” he asked. Sam closed the door.

“He’s got a message, but he’s being watched. Angel. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old.”

“Right. Just, um… what’s the message?” I asked.

“He had a vision. “The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it.” said Becky.

“The Michael sword?” asked Dean.

“Becky, does he know where it is?” I asked.

“In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs.”

“Forty-two dogs?” asked Dean.

“Are… you sure you got that right?” asked Sam.

“It doesn’t make sense, but that’s what he said.” said Becky. She stepped closer to Sam.

“I memorized every word” Becky touched Sam’s chest. “For you.”

“Um, Becky, c-uh, can you… quit touching me?”


I laughed slightly, crossing my arms as I leant against the wall.

“She’s a character, sorry for dropping her on you.” said Chuck, pushing through my blocking.

“You’re getting stronger.” I said.

“You’re getting closer.”

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