Translation: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
I had a dream last night that involved sheamus and Cesaro and I kind of want to make a fic out of it, minus the train part (don’t ask). But would anyone be interested in this, it was almost kind of a poly type thing even though I’ve never really been interested in doing that, but that dream was reaaaallllyyy nice
As RECKLESS as always. She passed the others who were stationed outside the abandoned building and payed no attention to their teasing conversation. Oh he’d outdone himself this time. Bido and Bujin would not let him live it down. An INJURY was very uncommon among the crew, yet still, it wasn’t impossible for it to happen.
Zangya entered the room quietly, leaning against the door frame as she watched him bandage up his abdomen. She couldn’t help but smirk, silently eyeing him up and down before chuckling, “Well now, that’s quite the wound.”