So like, I finished watching Why Women Kill s1 yesterday and it's just so. good. Like, I'm in love with it. I'm currently in the middle of s2 (although it's not as good as the first one). I'm in love with all the storylines! They're all just so perfect omfgs I love them-
Anyways, I kinda made wallpapers for my phone and I decided to share them. Hope you enjoy it! <<3
You can’t tell me Piper didn’t willingly start hanging out with Jasper after she got used to seeing him around her house looking for Henry, who never told Jasper he was at work.
That is until Jasper got a Job at Junk n’ stuff and they eventually cut ties.
-Seeing this show live was a wild experience, and with the stacked card we were given the experience was all the better
-Darby Allin is fucking insane (but I feel like we knew that already)
-Really Don? They're closer than brothers? It's not like they called themselves the Golden LOVERS or anything
-Fuck yeah, Will Osprey (That's all there really is to say about that)
-Hook and RVD made kind of a wild team
-Darby and Christian 2 out of 3 falls in Darby's hometown? 👀👀👀👀
-Wonder what happened with Willow, but I can't say I'm upset I'm not seeing her lose
-Julia Hart vs Stat? This PPV is almost must have
-They're still advertising the tag match... That mean Adam Cole will be good to go by then?
-Switchblade is so cool to see live, and the BCG as usual are an absolute delight
-Aussie Open were here 🥹🥹🥹
-Bryan Danielson is a crazy, sadistic little goat man and someone needs to wrap him in the thickest bubble wrap they can find at their earliest convenience
Prompt: Breezy | You and Rob have a picnic by the lake.
Author’s note: Prompt from @fluffyfebruary! I’ll be posting various stories using their prompts throughout the month.
A particularly strong breeze rushed by you and Rob Van Dam as the two of you scrambled to make sure your napkins didn't float away into the sky. You both sat criss crossed on a large picnic blanket with a big basket of snacks close by. Sure you wanted to make sure you had plenty of food for the day, but the unwieldy basket also served as a cover. You and Rob craned your necks awkwardly to stare at the ground up weed below you. Your hands cupped around the little green pile as Rob quickly gathered it up to roll it into a joint. You realized how silly you two probably looked, foreheads almost touching and intense expressions on your faces. A passerby would've thought you were trying to disarm a bomb with the concentration that was being shown.
You tore your eyes away from Rob's fingers as he continued on. The breeze did feel good even if it was a little annoying. You especially liked the way it made his hair fly around him, the soft wisps of it whipping out of his ponytail. A small smile spread on your face as you returned your attention to the task in front of you.
"Okay, I think we're good." Rob's voice-- always calm, cool and collected-- hesitated slightly. He raised the perfectly rolled joint up to his lips to seal it while his large, pretty eyes stared away at you. His long lashes blinked closed while you turned away from him self-consciously.
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Your fingers reached into the picnic basket for a lighter.
"You face away whenever I look at you for longer than a second."
"What can I say? You get me all shy."
Rob laughed in that laidback way you loved. His hand reached out to pass you the joint, your fingers brushing by his. No matter how many little touches you shared with him, you still got the same electric feeling you did from the very first time. The lighter was passed over to him and he attempted to strike the flint of it. Every time his finger rolled against the metal, a gust of wind extinguished it in a flash. After a few more attempts you were finally able to catch the fire. One deep inhale later, you were on Cloud 9. You placed the joint between your lips, letting it dangle as you scooted over to Rob's side. Your lips kissed against his fingers when he reached to grab it gently and take a puff. The sun was setting, washes of orange, pink, and lavender all mixing together in that watercolor painting sort of way. With the joint between his two fingers you leaned in to take another hit, then rested your head on his shoulder. Prickles of light danced against the surface of the water in a show just for you two.