#❛ ✶ : GCLLANTRY

[unfcrtunatescul]

continued from here || gcllantry

Things were tense between him and Ambrose. They had to be forcibly removed from one another in their first interaction without the cameras or crowds watching them. Then they sat and had a conversation. Of sorts. They were capable of talking, but if given the chance, they would rip each others throats out. The only thing Drew could think they were, were enemies. It made the most sense.

It especially made sense when he was blindsided by the lunatic. His back colliding with the concrete wall and a growl immediately rumbling up from his throat. Before he could even open his mouth to speak or throw a punch, Dean had his lips against his own. The kiss was rough, and he found himself getting worked up. It took him a moment to finally get into action and grabbing tightly at the back of Dean’s shirt to pull him away.

    “ What the bloody hell was that, Ambrose? ” He was a bit breathless as he spoke. He sounded angry, but was he? He couldn’t really tell.

The locker room had somehow found their way into the hallway where Drew and himself had mistakenly and very publicly chosen to do battle, separating the two with all of their might, but it took almost an hour to do the job long enough to call it a legitimate end. But it really wasn’t. Somehow the two ended up alone together in a room, both licking their respective wounds and after a long, awkward pause the two had begun talking it out. It may have not been the best hashing out session because there was still animosity thick in the air, but it was enough to sit there and glare in silence. That was until Dean had gotten the bright idea to test out a theory of his. One that had worked many times in his favor with previous rivals. One that had been used on one of his closer friends, Seth, on many occasions. He was on his feet quick and as if on cue, it was matched by opposing and slightly taller frame. Maybe Drew had thought Dean was on for round two, but it was the farthest from the truth so he shrugged to soften his offensive stance just in case. 

Much like his impulsive nature, he had an off-the-wall thinking process that either worked or made things worse for him. But somehow he managed to spring forward despite that, his lips firmly meshed into the Scotsman’s and a hand strategically placed at the back of his neck for added support. He was definitely out to play with fire without a care for it burning him back all in the spirit of unsettling the Scotsman and grasping at strings of pent up feelings and attractions if there had been any at all. He knew it was like finding a needle in a haystack, but it wasn’t like there was anything else going for the two and if he was stuck having to look at that face for months to come then he might as well get some use out of it, right? 

And maybe it was the adrenaline adding to the heated tension in the atmosphere, but he could’ve sworn that the other male was as into it as he had been. At least, he found himself hoping for it now. Eyes opening just in time as he felt the hard tug of his shirt and then stumbled back, a wicked smirk displayed to his mouth as his arm came up to rub away at his face to hide the fact that he was slightly offended by the action. “What..?” A breathy chuckle fell from the lunatic’s lips as he spoke coyly, trying like hell to assess the tornado of thoughts swirling around in his thick skull as well as gauging whether or not Drew was genuinely pissed or just as confused as he was. “Guess I jus--” Now he was finding that he had no witty comeback and the confidence simply flushed from his face, blinking and staring blankly at the other. Shit. Shit. 

[carniebalism]

continued from x || @gcllantry

[ sms: ??? ] hopefully you’re not complaining 

[ sms: ??? ] you should feel lucky

[ sms: ??? ] that’s a nice fucking shot 

[ sms: ??? ]  ......................... which one? ;)

[wickedwyrmsa]

@gcllantry || teacher/teacher || plotted starter

          ☾.   -   the new guy, luckily, had arrived on time. roman was happy about that because he had high hops to be joined by another colleague. of course, he did love his job but, ever since he had taken up on the position as coach after school, the samoan man felt slightly overwhelmed by his work. it would be good for him to give away a couple of classes. that way he wouldn’t be crushed down by a burnout anytime soon. on top of that, this new dude, which he and his colleagues had picked on paper, was in fact quite the athlete. at least from what he could see now. roman refused to admit that he had been checking out the other one as soon as he had entered his office. 

          ☾.   -   “my first class starts in 10 minutes so i will show you where to find everything to prepare the gym, alright?” together, they walked towards the storage, where all the necessary instruments for a gym class could be found. this guy, he had introduced himself as drew, was slightly taller than roman. which was a huge surprise because he had thought that wouldn’t be happening to him. on top of that, he had a charming scottish accent. another thing that he would never admit to anyone. not even himself. 

          ☾.   -   roman opened the door to show him the room. “so for today we should get the volleyballs because my first class is training for a tournament between all schools in the city. it takes place in two months. so i think you will be involved in that.” roman showed him which basket of balls they would need. together they brought it back to the gym. “i'd like for you to take care of the warming up. is that cool with you?” the samoan did still have the task to make sure this guy was capable of doing the job. his boss had asked him for that. but, if the decision was on him, he wouldn’t even question that. he’d give drew the job right away. because it would improve his own situation. of course. not because he was attractive. that would never be a factor, right. right? as they stepped inside the big gymnasium, roman found himself chewing on his bottom lip a little bit. he shouldn’t even be thinking about this. especially not, if they were going to be colleagues. he had to try to keep it professional.

[lasskickcr-archived-blog]

❝    ya’    were    supposed     to    be    gone.    ❞

he    was    LUCKY    she    hadn’t    left    him    in    the    dark     considering    she’d    been    tasked    with    closing    up    for    the    night.    it    was    the    least    she    could    do    considering    her    father    was    the    one    running    the    day    to    day    operations,    helping    out    anyone    and    everyone    that    came    through    those    doors    looking    to    learn.    and    there    she    was    in    the    office,    where    he    wanted    her    to    be    ...    the    last    thing    he    needed    was    her    getting    caught    up    in    gym. 

❝    ya’    can’t    be    stayin’    here    all    night,    ya’    know    ‘da    RULES.    ❞    she    cocked    a    hip    and    leaned    against    the    door    frame,    arching    a    brow    in    his    direction.    ❝    besides,    ya’    have    been    at    d’is    for    HOURS    ...    go    home    and    get    some    rest    like    a    NORMAL    PERSON.    ya’    do    remember    what    bein’    normal    is    like,    yea’?    ❞    with    a    flick    of    her    wrist,    she    flipped    off    the    first    switch    which    cut    the    lights    to    the    far    side    of    the    gym.    ❝    c’mon    ANDREW,    i    don’t    have    all    night.    ❞    

technically,    she    did.    though    she    didn’t    live    at    the    gym    as    much    as    her    dad    or    the    various    boxers    that    called    this    place    their    second    home    ...    this    wasn’t    the    first    night    she’d    been    there    far    past    when    she    needed    to    be.    but    she    did    like    it.    the    gym,    the    atmosphere,    everything    about    it.    well    ...    almost    everything.    she    had    a    tendency    to    clash    with    more    than    a    few    of    the    guys    there    and    drew    ---    she    just    plain    liked    getting    on    his    nerves. 

// @gcllantry

[killypool-archived]

🔥 // How about a wrestling thing 👀

unpopular opinions | @gcllantry

❝ thanks for the question, renee, i actually do agree that drew is completely over- oh, we’re going for an unpopular opinion? honestly, i haven’t been involved in the wwe universe for very long, but i swear to fuck everyone and their mom gets their rocks off criticizing everything and everyone. people like fighting over raw vs smackdown vs nxt more than the superstars fight for their titles. pop a xanax, crack open a pbr like god intended, and watch people beat the shit out of each other without crying on twitter about how shitty the mcmahons are every five seconds. ❞

[yourthreat]

“fuck off. i mean it.” // Give me either! Also, if I don't have Drew interact with one of these fucks it's sin.

five word prompts || accepting || @gcllantry

    Eyes roll as Kyle pushes off the wall he was leaning against. In all honesty, he should be more afraid of Drew. The man is a GIANT, both in height and weight. Kyle has to tilt his head back to even look Drew in the eye. “Yeah yea. Okay. We get it you’re big and scary,” he drawled, hands reaching to rest behind his head. “Far as I can see though? They don’t trust you to go after any title by yourself. They just keep attaching you to crappy team after crappy team.” A sharp laugh leaves Kyle and he closes the distance between them, standing chest to chest with the giant Scot. “Honestly Drew. You’re supposed to be a monster hunter. Shame. Damn shame.”

[impcvidoa]

❛ ✶ : @gcllantry /  DREW.

        there’s an ART to all of it, the backstage politics, the backstabbing. it’s something she mastered long ago. it wasn’t easy getting to the TOP and she would know. watching the seeds being planted brings a SMIRK to her face. there’s are a few ways this scenario can play out but nikki has already decided how it’s going to end. “ they’re not WRONG. maybe you should worry a little less about swaying dean to your side and come to terms with the truth: dolph IS holding you back. “ / super old starter call - accepting.

[fatetempted-a]

                       PLAYING INTO HER GAG CAUSED A TIGHT SMILE.   everyone knew she referred to herself as a   ‘   glampire   ’   through and through, but it still tickled her to see others nod to it.   “   oh, y’know. ‘bout as long as you’ve been a freakin’ giant,   ”   her smile turned to a cheeky grin.   “   so basically forever. drinkin’ th’ blood’a my enemies keeps me   youthful.   ”

  ♡     —   @GCLLANTRY​​    //    CONTINUED   +   ♡   !

[bvrnedred]

@gcllantry

down with soulmate aus. it’s time for a new fic trend: soulhate aus, aka two characters who are destined to beat the shit out of each other.

[bvrnedred]

— answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

tagged by: @thcrcghbrvd​ on my multi but that blog has enough ooc bullshit so i’m doing it here instead 

nicknames: becky, kara, spoon for some reason?

zodiac: gemini

height: 5′2

time: 1:35 a.m. but i’m queueing this so it’ll probs post at like noon

favourite band / artist: nirvana, juliet simms, aaron west & the roaring 20′s, etc.

song stuck in my head: shallow from a star is born for the millionth time

last movie i saw: the new grinch movie

last thing i googled: bellsprout

other blogs: loyaloutwear (cloak of levitation/marvel), flawsperfected (mutlimuse/multifandom), alwayscriminal (felicia hardy/marvel), ghstgne (ava starr/marvel), venomoussiren (poison ivy/dc), allanties (liz allan/marvel), shallowsedge (ally maine/a star is born). all low-activity/semi-hiatus/full hiatus bc i’m shit at roleplaying

do i get asks: eh

why did i choose this username: seth made an instagram post that said ‘rollins burns red’ && that was basically the point i was like ‘fuck it i’m making the blog’ 

following: 47

average amount of sleep: 2-12 lol

what i’m wearing: alexa bliss shirt, jeans, knee high socks.

dream job: pro wrestler

dream trip: europe in general

favourite food: pasta, potatoes

play any instruments: used to play violin && trying to get back into it. hope to learn piano && guitar eventually

eye colour: blue/green depending on the day

hair colour: naturally brown, currently dyed pink/blue/purple/green but it’s hella faded so looks more blue/yellow/gray/pink with brown roots

languages you speak: english, very minimal french & spanish 

most iconic song: the duck song

random fact: i love eevee a lot

describe yourself as aesthetic things: combat boots, sweaters, knee high socks, converse, leggings, ripped jeans, neon lights, fishnets, old fashioned diners, wrestling ring, libraries.

tagging: @osbcrned, @shesurvivor, @killypool, @reneeapplebum, @faaangs, @slahtiz, @unfcrtunatescul, @curshed, @loathngs, @jcyriides, @fatedfights, @dethrcnes, @sorancorous, @gcllantry, @fatetempted, @etonelite, @fightingchampions, @fadedglcry, @briingschaos, @downsince

[unfcrtunatescul]

post raw starter || gcllantry

With all the events that had taken place tonight and the week before, the dirty blond had found himself once again between a rock and a hard place, but he tried his best not to let it show as the three count was made and the typical celebrations were shown for the world, but once back behind the curtain, he shut off completely and shut himself away in his private changing room, the television still replaying the happenings after they stepped away and the look in McIntyre’s eyes spoke volumes to him. It was about damn time someone took matters into their own hands and even if it hadn’t been him-- The kick connected with that ugly mug had given him some satisfaction. Like a new sponge thrust under the flow of water and taking it’s first drink. But it still didn’t do anything to change the dysphoria he was feeling. It was simple, really. He didn’t fully trust his younger brother and it was Seth’s fault that he’d been so distracted and cost himself a slot in the tournament. But Roman had made it his mission to thrust his weight between the two from handling business, so he found himself ripping his own clothes from his body to change, anger unleashed on his own belongings because he was refused the opportunity to break free from inner turmoil. He wasn’t going to be allowed to walk away from the one team that had been held close to heart for years now soiled by past betrayals and mistrust. He was angry, yes, but the hate was quickly growing in his heart and every word was echoed by their opponents. For weeks now. It was like he had a target on his back and he wasn’t even sure why they chose him, but Drew was right when he’d said ‘The truth hurts’. His heart ached.

[curvedcut]

i’m just posting this to see if @gcllantry is okay.

[wickedwyrmsa]

@fatedruiin | continued from here

         ☾.   -   his eyes were focussed on the screen of his laptop in complete concentration. pinterest was giving him some great ideas but it wasn’t yet enough for him. roman needed something special to win this competition. building a snowman wasn’t enough for this. 

         ☾.   -   when drew answered him, he looked around for a moment. the teacher’s room did look well decorated. ❝ i’m not going to say you’re wrong here but...... that’s really not in the same league as what these people do to their houses. my neighbor had a little stage in his front yard and plays santa for the kids in our street every evening. i need to figure something out. ❞ it was getting close to the time that he had to teach other class so roman closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair. ❝ what are you doing to decorate your house? ❞

[lasskickcr-archived-blog]

gcllantry replied to your post “Ⓐ // YEEHAW”

My favorite thing is Becky kissed Drew and it has yet to be the other way around

i’m not saying we need to remedy that ... but it’s a sin and needs to be fixed.

[briingschaos-blog]

@gcllantry ( x )

"It doesn't really necessarily matter to me, I just want to know why you have such a stick up your ass whenever you're around me, or, anyone really." Call her naturally curious, but she wasn't going to sit around and just not know. Even if how he'd answered annoyed her. "Oh, my pet? My pet? What, are you jealous? Is this a jealous thing you're doing, huh? So, if I didn't have Andrade with me, we'd just be cool, right? You're jealous. I knew it."

[unfcrtunatescul]

@gcllantry

this is sooo sweet <3