CHYNA & EDDIE GUERRERO
RAW IS WAR (May 29, 2000)
(cred to FullWithDivas for the videos, such high quality!)
300 notes
·
View notes
Precious Milan by Sebby Raw
29 notes
·
View notes
She is so damn precious at house shows I can’t even process it. 💜🖤
59 notes
·
View notes
literally floating up to the ceiling listening to let it be naked mix if you even care
20 notes
·
View notes
i just wanna say…
if you are currently in the business of writing buggy x reader fanfic where it starts off with reader taking care of buggy’s disembodied head despite the rest of the strawhat’s despising him, feeding him, gaining his trust to slowly washing his hair, his face and doing his make up, stroking his face as reader falls asleep with his head cuddled to their body to creep into dirty jokes and sly winks from him to buggy eventually eating reader out like a starved animal under their covers at night…
you’re doing the lords work and i love you oh so very much.
46 notes
·
View notes
I literally love priuses (the early 2010s ones not the ugly newer ones) I’m borrowing my dad’s prius right now and it’s so smooth.. So quiet. I feel so docile and placid while driving the humble prius
17 notes
·
View notes
—There was a concept he learned about, years ago, when he was but a boy under the tutelage of various scholars (prior to their replacement by Sariel). An old empire, one scholar had told him– a wizened old man who seemed more a part of his beloved history books than of the living– older than Rhodolite, or Obsidian, or even Benitoite. The people had a peculiar way of dealing with tyrants and despots they deemed unfit for the governing of the country. They would carve out the names of the damned from the annals of history, chip away at statues until they remained faceless, and destroy every record until there was nothing that could prove they had ever existed. A total condemnation of memory, he had said, stroking a contemplative hand over his whiskery beard, one that served to wipe every trace of their person from the people’s hearts and minds.
He didn’t need to ask what it felt like, because he already knew. Slowly but surely, over days, months, and years, his posture was fixed, his manner of speech grew refined, and every sinew and muscle in his body was tenderized over and over and over to make his body no longer recognizable to himself. Until he could walk like a royal, could talk like a royal, could effectively fool kin and community into believing he was their beloved prince. Until the yoke of authority felt as familiar on his shoulders as the chains of oppression, until his duties were as natural to him as sleeping and breathing.
Until every last fragment of his being was forgotten and replaced, leaving nothing behind but “Leon Dompteur”.
—excerpt from my wip of ‘Damnatio Memoriae’, a Leon character study
19 notes
·
View notes
Sami, having been very angry in the past: Are you good?
Kevin: *visibly pacing, twitching because everyone and anyone is in his personal space and several tall Europeans are walking around and confusing him*
Kevin: What do you mean? Angry? Who’s angry?
29 notes
·
View notes
Precious Milan by Sebby Raw
25 notes
·
View notes