#god he's so fine

[mvdeanw]

Dean // SPN - 9x18

Dean ( Jensen ) love club: @jillmariej @deanwanddamons @deanwinchesterswitch @brilovesdeanwinchester @waywardbaby @spnfangirl1314 @shawnie74 @kwistowee @queenofallerdalehall @charred-angelwings @girlshunttoo @adoptdontshoppets @ddriverpicksthemusic @milo-winchester-4ever @wickedinspirations @quicklymybasement @jensensgotyoudean @lequisha @deansraspberrypie @thoughts-and-funnies @raidens-realm @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @eevvvaa @doublebill @avanatural @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @catnipster69 @jerksbitch

[sunthyme]

HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY, LEONA!!!🎉🎉🎉

I promised I'd get around to a birthday thing for him and here it it! Not rendered but if people really want, I will :D

I also whipped up some doodles of him based on cat photos lol. He's so fucking cute ong.

Also, congrats to me for getting not one but two Leona SSRs by pure fucking chance. A birthday jacket came home when I skipped through thinking I didn't get anything and one-pulling on the Celebration on and some how got his dorm fit💀💀💀

Love you bbygirl 🫶🫶🫶 (it might be reciprocated with him coming home geez)

[eyes-of-rock]

[underdark-dreams]

Rugan.

Tie that man to a chair. Tease him. Rile him up. Then Tav just rides him. Hard.

Omg anon yes. YES. A THOUSAND TIMES YES

The fact that this man gets canonically tied to a chair lurks in the deepest, thirstiest recesses of my brain 24/7, and you just brought it to the forefront with this ask 🫦 He's so cocky and sure of himself...he needs to get a good teasing while his hands are restrained 🤭 Show him who's boss, Tav~

This ask also reminded me of one of my absolute favorite Rugan fanarts by @fraeulein-freya (Thank you @dustdeepsea for location services on this post!!)

[lvrsparadise]

felt the need to share this immediately.

[parkjammys]

he do be thick

[zephyr-of-death]

Jimmy Page <3

[cassiocrimes]

sighhh i love him,,

[ravenmccookies]

GOD I need that yellow rabbit so bad

[barkovsasha]

FUCK YOU! reds @ cardinals - 6.30.24

[reypossum]

I FORGOT I HAD TUMBLR LMAO

anyway I have new hyperfixations mow and they're pretty cool so (still green day ngl, dp and wolverine, gwenpool, xmen 97, borderlands, yeah)

GAMBIT IN XMEN 97 IM TWEAKING IM TWEAKING HES SO 😼😼😼😼😼

[sealitsgills]

live laugh love paul eddsworld

like if u agree

[gumisgirl]

cr: fishissnack

[themistymountainscold]

having my boy dinner

[mostlikelythedevil]

if i were in rhea’s position, with solo staring at me THAT close, i’m kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl, i’m batting my lashes, i’m blushing, i’m-

[sydsaint]

My Fav horror movie himbo

Summary: Triple H pairs the reader up with LA Knight in hopes that some of his charisma and confidence will rub off on her.

'Why me?' You think to yourself as you stare at the script in your hand. The board room is silent as everyone goes through their new scripts for the next couple of months. 

"Okay!" Triple H stands up at the head of the table. "Does anyone have any questions about their storylines from creative?" He asks the room. 

Everyone shakes their heads and Hunter releases everyone from the room. You linger at the back of the crowd in hopes that you can get a moment with Hunter alone to talk about your script. Everyone files out of the room and you scoot quietly over to Hunter with a friendly smile. 

"Yes, Y/N?" Hunter asks, not looking up from his computer. 

You cough and bite the inside of your cheek. "Yeah, about my script, Hunter." You scratch at the back of your neck. 

"What about it?" Hunter looks up from his computer with a stern grunt. 

Before you can stutter out a reply, the man of the hour aka the person that you're trying to avoid, comes into the room being his usual loud self. "Hunter, my man. Who's this Y/N broad that you've got me cozied up with for the next few weeks against that German guy?" LA Knight slides into the room and walks right past you. 

"Perfect." Hunter smiles to himself. "LA Knight, this is Y/N L/N." He introduced the two of you. "And before you even ask, Y/N. No. You're stuck with him for now. Deal with it." He informs you. 

You nod silently, embarrassed that Hunter would air your dirty laundry to your new co-worker like that. You've never really been that much of a talker, preferring to let your actions in the ring do the talking for you. But Hunter seems to think that you could be one of WWE's top performers if you'd just get more confident and comfortable with yourself. Hence why's he's paired you up with an egomaniac like LA Knight? 

"Well ain't you cute, dollface." Knight glances over at you with a chuckle. 

"Nice to meet you." You keep your greeting formal. 

Knight chuckles again and slings an arm over your shoulder. "Ah, I get it. You're one of those shy ones, huh?" He asks you. "Great! I love the shy ones. We are going to have a blast working together, sweetheart, I can already tell." 

Hunter watches Knight drag you out of the room and smiles to himself at his handiwork. If anyone can get you out of your shell, it's LA Knight. Especially since Hunter's stuck you right in the middle of a storyline between Knight and Marcel Barthel. Two serial flirts that are bound to get you to come out of your shell, one way or another. 

After a while of dragging you around the backstage area, Knight finally loosens his grasp on you and you manage to put a few steps between the two of you. 'Geez, this guy is loud.' You think to yourself. "It's, Y/N, by the way." You find a moment to speak up in between Knight's rambling. 

"What was that, sugar?" Knight replies. He heard what you said, but Hunter put him up to this job to help you grow some backbone. 

"My name? It's, Y/N." You repeat yourself in a firmer tone. "Not, dollface, sugar, or anything else. Just, Y/N." You inform Knight. 

Knight nods, acknowledging your serious tone. "Right, my bad, sweetheart- I mean, Y/N." He corrects himself with a grin. 

"Thank you." You mimic his nod and relax a little bit. "So, did Hunter mention why he needs me to be in the middle of a fued between you and Marcel Barthel?" You ask Knight. 

"Well, we've got to have something to fight over, right?" Knight chuckles again. "And what better motivation is there than the promise of a gorgeous girl on your arm?" He teases you with a wink.

Your eyes widen a bit as it sinks in just what Hunter has roped you into. "Oh." You stutter out. "Right. I knew that I never should have mentioned that I like, Barthel." You shake your head as you talk to yourself quietly/ 

"So, you got a thing for, Barthel, then?" Knight cuts in as he steps closer to you. "So I'm working at a disadvantage then, huh?" He chuckles. "Eh, no problem. I love a challenge. And I always win." 

"Oh, yeah, I'm in hell." You let out a small sigh, a hint of a smile in the corners of your mouth. 

Later in the night, it's time to get this whole fued kicked off. You head out for a match against Shotzi and pull out a win. After a bit of celebration with the crowd, you head backstage where there is a camera crew standing by with Marcel and Giovonni. 

"Y/N, darling." Marcel greets you with that handsome smile of his when you come through the curtain. 

"Hello, Marcel." You nod to him sheepishly. 

Marcel grins and steps over to you, he looks down at you and offers you a playful wink. "You looked beautiful out in the ring." He compliments you. "Truly a sight to behold in the ring. None of that nonsense that others around here try and pass off as wrestling." 

"Thank you." You nod. 

A couple of seconds later Knight comes into frame intent on saving you from Marcel's embarrassment. "Hey! Why don't you back off the lady a bit?" He comes to your rescue. 

"What's it to you?" Marcel scowls at night. "Don't tell me that a lovely lady such as Y/N, would ever want to be caught dead with riffraff like you?" He scoffs at Knight. 

"Riffraff?!" Knight scoffs. "You think that Y/N would want to hang out with some second-rate lackey?" He snaps back at Marcel.

A small laugh catches in your throat and you try and keep it down. You're supposed to be unbiased between the pair for this storyline. For the first couple of weeks anyway.

Knight catches your laugh despite your efforts to hide it and turns to you. "See! She laughed. Y/N, thinks I'm funny. And right." He challenges Marcel and slings an arm over your shoulder. "Come on, gorgeous. Let's get out of here."

Knight turns you around to walk off camera while Marcel looks angry behind you. "Y/N, hold on!" Barthel calls after you.

"Hey! We don't need any comments from the peanut gallery! Yeah!" Knight answers for you.

You and Knight walk off-camera and around the corner. Once out of sight, he takes his arm off of you. "What was all that?" You turn to him uneasy that Knight went off script.

"What?" Knight chuckles. "I saw an opportunity and took it." He shrugs with a grin. "Besides, you're the one that laughed."

"I didn't mean to!" You huff.

Knight chuckles again and twirls a strand of your hair in his hand. "Relax, dollface. It was a good thing. You'll learn to just go with the flow soon enough." He adds.

"I guess." You mumble to yourself. "Just, at least give me some kind of warning before you drag me off against my will next time. Okay?" You scold Knight.

"Sure thing, doll." He nods at you. "Look at you! Already making demands." He grins with a teasing wink. "I got a feeling that you are gonna end up being a handful by the time I'm done with you, doll."