#ss-trashboat

[the-kipsabian]

IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO TAG YOU IN CHRISSY B I KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING. ive been in such a manic state of go with everything coming up LOL

if it helps i was gonna send some to you as a lil surprise 😉

blasphemy i say. BLASPHEMY

[stormbornpirate]

fmk: will, kyle, davis

again: HARD HITTIN' WITH THIS ONE

fuck: will. just...yeah. it would be a time with him.

marry: davis. i get the feeling i'd get along with him tbh. two artsy nerds together. the height difference tho. i'd happily steal his shirts and gladly be swamped in them.

kill kiss: not killing the beanie boy either! i will ask him to bend down and either smooch him on the cheek or on the forehead

[ijustthinkevilunoisneat]

This would actually be really useful on here, there are so many incredible artists that should be hired to create

@ss-trashboat @the-kipsabian @theparaphoenix

[ss-trashboat]

so. with all my posts with art for sale, mentioning a vet visit, this is the guy. my spoodles. my ride or die for the past almost nine years. he's started not feeling well (not eating, throwing up, moving slow) so. i can't move his vet visit. i need to make sure he's gonna be okay.

im gonna continue going through my books once my anxiety calms down some, but im also gonna share my ko-fi and paypal.me link. i can make art or send something as a thank you. as well as my undying love and affection for helping me help my boi

i have $30 currently for the vet visit, but any shares and little bit helps immensely ; ; 💜

[okhanss]

Hi wrestling friends! With the holiday season nearing, you might be searching for the perfect gift for the wrestling fan in your life…or looking to treat yourself, whether with a shirt or commissioning a unique piece of art. I thought it may be helpful to compile a list of creators & small businesses within the Tumblr wrestling community, regardless of whether their products are wrestling related or not. 

Below you will find a graphic for seven creators from the Tumblr wrestling community, whose products vary from digital art to crocheted items. I’ve had the chance to get to know a lot of the creators featured & can say with utmost certainty that a lot of love is put into the products they create. There is something very special about ordering from small businesses & the personalized details they include, which big retailers seem to lack.  Understandably, I know not everyone is in a place to financially support, but a simple follow on social media can be such an incredible boost of confidence for creators & all reblogs of this post are beyond appreciated ✨

Achilles's Art ( @theaerialassassin ) | ko-fi shop

bratwizard ( @freakqueer ) | etsy shop

Hooking Hijinks ( @elphantasmo ) | ko-fi shop

it's milo! merch (@batboymilo ) | bonfire shop

Musae Designs by Hannah (@okhanss ) | ko-fi shop

Pepperstreak (@pepperstreak )| ko-fi shop | redbubble shop

ss-trashboat (@ss-trashboat ) | ko-fi shop

[spinebuster]

keep two world runners on me at all times guiding me through life (aka my aussie open stickie from @ss-trashboat)

[underratedandoverit]

handle me so right

519 words chris brookes/zack sabre jr

brainworms have been strong lately. and this was before we watched the match from april fool where they smooched lmao. this was also written for a private au but since it doesnt say anything linking it up to that you'll just get it as it is, as a standalone piece

a very non-explicit spice warning. lots of implied things, but nothing is shown. chris is just a good little slut that enjoys pain (but i dont enjoy writing acts ssoooo). i still hope this is anything cause i really like it ;;

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate (i think you wanted to be tagged into everything i dont remember ough) @ss-trashboat

on ao3

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Chris felt his back hit the bed, a soft moan escaping from him as Zack’s arms unwrapped themselves from around his waist, reminding him that he needed to be carried into this position. He felt the blond’s hands running down his bare chest, over his abdomen, brushing against his hips, the touch making Chris wince a little as he heard his own breathing hitch.

“Zack…”

The voice was quiet, but the blond replied to it with a quiet hum, the rest of his reply drowning under the first, almost obscenely loud moan Chris let out as Zack’s lips connected with the skin on his hips, right where the bruises were slowly forming from their previous encounter of this nature. Zack’s smile was obvious against his skin, his lips taking care of the parts he had decorated for Chris moments earlier while the brunet had been begging Zack to give it to him harder and faster than he had probably ever begged in his life.

“You’re so beautiful,” Zack mumbled between the kisses, Chris barely registering the words over the almost nauseatingly euphoric sensation of pain shooting through him as Zack’s lips made contact with his fresh bruises, making him moan loudly. “Absolutely stunning. Gorgeous.”

New praise and word of love between every kiss, Chris felt his head already swimming. He had barely had time to come down from the previous high, already being pushed on the edge again by Zack. By his own request, obviously, this was absolutely what he wanted, craved, yearned for, but hearing it was still making his head spin, his heart beat just a little bit faster at every syllable.

He didn’t even notice his hands grabbing Zack’s hair, trying to guide his mouth just where he wanted it to be so desperately. Only after Zack stopped leaving soft, teasing kisses on his hips, slowly afterwards pulling up and pulling Chris into a real kiss on his lips, his awareness was back on the situation at hand.

“You look amazing all flustered up.”

If Chris could have blushed deeper, he would have, but he knew that task to be impossible. Eyes still closed, just enjoying the feeling of having Zack close, hovering above him, leaving little kisses on his face, his lips, the corner of his mouth. Knowing how obviously aware he was of Chris’ desperation over him was just making it so much harder to resist him.

“Just give me a bit more time to admire you. Everything in due time, darling.”

Darling.

Chris slowly fluttered his eyes open, that one word echoing in his mind as his hands tightened their grab in Zack’s hair, pulling him into another kiss. Deep, heated. Full of nothing but love and adoration for the man that had decided to show him the kind of love and respect Chris yearned so deeply that he could barely put into words.

Darling.

As they parted for air, Chris inhaled deeply, darkened lustful eyes landing on Zack as his lips turned into a craving smile.

“I can be so pretty for you if you just fuck me right, right now.”

[schadentekkers]

wehhh my little guys from @ss-trashboat have arrived!!!! look at them!!

[rennarita]

also look who arrived from @ss-trashboat 's shop! he is so perfect. i love him so much.

[scarskelly]

Hey I know those stickers, those are @ss-trashboat stickers!!

[house-of-stars]

tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

thank you for tagging me bab!! @caranoirs

last song you listened to: gun song by the lumineers

currently watching: ted lasso! watching it for the second time in a row and will probably start it again after. i don’t know why i feel the need to have it on a constant loop, usually i only rewatch shows a year or so later.

and also watching the crowded room :)

currently reading: the starless sea by erin morgenstern. it’s so intriguing, i like when stories have multiple stories in one and jump back and forth between. and the style of writing is one i really like

current obsession: hmm im kind of between things right now but i think i would still say wrestling

tagging: @les-amis-de-llgbt @zacc-attacc @kntckygntlmn @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @willowistic22 @highvisibility @ss-trashboat @cubexr @the-hiddenblade

[the-kipsabian]

green, lavender, orange, and fuck it black

green - the mutual who you would trust with your life lavender - the fun mutual you want to get high/drunk with orange - the mutual you'd commit a crime with black - the mutual you want to elope with

SO WHENS THE WEDDING LETS GO also these all sounds like things we could do at the same time hmm. also yes please we need to get wine drunk together im so much funnier when im drunk LOL

[stormbornpirate]

*cracks knuckles*

elp, eddie kingston, jon moxley, clark conners, aussie open, will ospreay, santana and ortiz, hungman, ace, chrissy b, drew, jay, wartitties, uuuuuuuuh i will come back later with more

15/15

y'all know me so well and i love it lol. so many blorbos and a few of them are absolute gremlins. lookin at you elp lol

[okhanss]

Happy Mania Weekend Everyone! I just wanted to take the chance to highlight some friends from the wrestling community whose small businesses are offering Wrestlemania Sales this weekend if you are looking to treat yourself.

Understandably, I know not everyone is in a place to financially support, but a simple follow on social media can be such an incredible boost of confidence for creators & all reblogs of this post are beyond appreciated ✨

@elphantasmo | ko-fi shop

@okhanss | ko-fi shop

@pepperstreak | ko-fi shop

@ss-trashboat | ko-fi shop

[mitzyslatestobsessions]

wanna do some practice so i’m doing a ship art challenge! send me a pose (ex: 4B) with a romantic ship or platonic pairing in my ask box!!! (credit to SS-Trashboat on da for the og picture)

[underratedandoverit]

kip tries to text penelope about his crush on oc, but he accidentally texts oc instead and now oc knows exactly what kip likes about him

~3k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i dont have the brains to edit this rn but i wanna post something since i finished this and its been a hot second so. i might come back to edit this a tad later but for now it is what it is apart from that the only warning is that kip says fuck twice in text messages so. theres that lol

just something cute and fluffy for a change yay. because kip is an idiot and i think its adorable. the prompt basically says it all lmao

on ao3

@stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Laying in the hotel bed, Kip was barely awake, but sleep just refused to claim him. He had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours now, honestly annoying him to no end. Kip could feel his eyelids very heavy over his eyes, his whole body was tired and ready to fall asleep, but something was keeping him up tonight.

Tonight. Just like almost every night. Maybe that’s why he was so annoyed by it, because it was such a recurring thing. The thoughts kept coming back to him time and time again, night after night, every time he was almost asleep he could see a vision of the blond flash before his eyes, almost startling him back to the side of consciousness.

When Kip promised to both himself and Orange Cassidy that he would not rest until he got that International title belt in his grabby little British hands, he didn’t mean it as literally as his whole body and mind was obviously taking the statement.

With a sigh Kip rolled to his side, barely opening his eyes as his lazy hand reached for his phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen as it lit up with a push of a button, revealing the time to him. It had been an hour since he had gone to bed, which was still a lot longer than he had been hoping for. Kip inhaled deeply, dropping the phone from his hand next to his pillow, trying to close his eyes again for at least a moment of sleep, no matter how restless.

Soon enough the darkness behind his eyelids were occupied with the events of tonight instead. Kip had been backstage, just watching the show tonight, witnessing once again Cassidy successfully defending the title against an opponent that Tony Khan had seemingly pulled out of a bag filled with random names. Kip had to wonder though if his name was in that bag as well and he was just unlucky enough to never get called up into action against the champion, but at the same time he didn’t mind.

He enjoyed watching the champion. Observing him. His every move, every hand brushing through that hair, the intensity in his bright eyes as he focused on overcoming the increasingly difficult obstacles in his opponents. Every land of the Orange Punch, every pin he made, every victory celebration after another. Week in and week out, Kip liked watching him succeed.

…Of course, for his own personal gain only, that was obviously the only reason. There were no other thoughts going on in his head, he never reflected the rare smile on the champion's face with his own, Kip never wished that he could go up to him after a successful match to congratulate him, to hold… No, shake his hand, to tell him that Cassidy did a good job.

…That Kip wanted him to do more than just that, as he had already done a very good job against him.

No, Kip would never do such things. Never.

He groaned, still annoyed as now he definitely couldn’t shake Cassidy from his mind. Kip might have had a better chance of winning this war in his head if he just admitted to what he wanted, but at the same time he just couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. He had managed to mask it behind just wanting to get his hands on the title so far, and that had been working in his favor, more or less – at least in the sense that nobody questioned him about why he kept haunting Cassidy so mercilessly, when he was back in the back of the line for another title shot. Kip could just claim he wasn’t planning on giving up so easily, and people would buy it, and that would be it.

Well, in a sense it was true. He wasn’t giving up, or at least his mind wasn’t, but it wasn’t about the title anymore.

It was only about the champion himself.

Rolling on his back, Kip forced his eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling. Sleep obviously wasn’t coming to him, so in the dark his hand patted for his phone, picking it up, scrolling up his contact list. As soon as he spotted Penelope’s name he clicked the messaging button, beginning to type.

‘I can’t sleep. Wyd?’

Kip stared at the three little dots very quickly forming on the screen, signaling for her typing. Soon a message popped up on the screen, much to Kip’s delight. At least he hopefully wasn’t going to have to deal with these thoughts alone tonight.

‘Nothing much. Was just gonna crash.’

As Kip stopped to ponder how he was going to present his thoughts to her, another message popped up.

‘This isn’t a booty call, is it?’

He chuckled, shaking his head a little, beginning to type.

‘No, I just wanted to talk.’

Kip stopped again, quickly typing again before Penelope had a chance to respond yet.

‘I can’t stop thinking about Clementine. I feel like I’m losing my mind.’

Maybe a bit over the top, but Kip was known for his flare for the dramatics, and they had talked about this with Penelope before, his… Supposed crush, as she liked to refer it to as, on Cassidy, so the wording felt appropriate to him. After all, it was keeping him up at night, multiple nights a week at this point, putting him in a state that he wasn’t quite sure what he was going through.

As Penelope took a while to start responding, Kip began to type again. He was hoping she was just giving him space to talk as she didn’t outright tell him no or that this wasn’t an appropriate time for this conversation, as she was usually very straight forward when it came to that kind of stuff.

‘Every time I see him I can’t stop looking at him. I want him to stare at me with those intense eyes of his again, but not as opponents in the ring, but as something more. I want him to run his hand through my hair like he does his own. Fuck I want those hands on me just in general. I can’t stop thinking about the things he would be so good at doing with them. It fucking keeps me up at night like… I think I’m going insane. He makes me go insane.’

He almost regretted the paragraph of text right after hitting send, but as the mark of it being read appeared on his screen, Kip had no place for such feelings in him anymore. He read the lines over a couple of times while waiting for Penelope to process everything and to reply back to him, nodding his head along his own words in approval. Those were the things he had been thinking about tonight, all of those about Orange Cassidy, and then some Kip wasn’t quite sure he should just pour onto her without any warning. This was already a lot, though Penelope did know quite many of them already, but still. He had to draw the line somewhere and keep the rest of his thoughts private in his own mind, where he could just as easily imagine Cassidy doing all the things he wanted him to do when Kip closed his eyes.

Kip was almost startled out of his thoughts as his phone suddenly pinged, signaling Penelope finally responding back to him. Kip’s eyes narrowed a little at the message as he read it, Penelope asking if he wanted to talk face to face about it, and asked for his room number. Maybe he had revealed a little bit too much this time, but at least Penelope wasn’t telling him to shut up and just go to sleep.

He quickly texted her back the room number, watching Penelope send back a thumbs up emoji. Kip dropped the phone from his hand, reaching with it for the light switch for the lamp next to the bed, shielding his eyes with his free hand as he managed to turn it on. Pushing himself up from the bed, Kip double checked that at least the shorts he had chosen to wear were decent before picking up the hoodie he had worn earlier in the day and just thrown over the back of the chair, quickly pulling it over his exposed upper body. He didn’t need to dress fancy or perfectly for just Penelope, but some decency was in order at least.

Kip brushed his hand through his hair a few times, trying to get rid of the possible bedhead he had managed to gather while tossing and turning in bed, walking into the bathroom to make sure in the mirror that he looked decent. As the lights flickered on in the room, he winced a little at his reflection; Kip was very well aware he was dead tired, but for some reason he hadn’t expected that to reflect on the way he looked on the outside. He had gotten rather good at cleaning the makeup after shows now so the dark circles were definitely not smudged eyeliner anymore.

With a sigh he quickly ran the faucet, splashing his face a few times with cold water in hopes of looking a bit more alive. In his head Kip quietly cursed that dastardly Orange Cassidy, keeping him awake at night like this, making him sleep deprived and looking like hell against his own will. Without being there in person doing that to him himself. What a coward.

Kip jumped a little at the sudden knock on his door, peeking his head out of the bathroom as if to confirm that he had heard the noise correctly. It repeated after a short while, Kip turning off the lights before exiting the bathroom, making his way to the door. He flipped the lock open and pressed the handle down, pushing the door open.

And getting face to face with Cassidy standing in his doorway.

Kip stared at him for a moment, the blond looking back at him equally silently, observing him from behind the sunglasses. Kip didn’t even think it was odd that he was wearing them inside at the dead hours of the night; as far as he was concerned, Cassidy probably even slept with them on. The only time they came off was inside the ring.

“So, uh,” Cassidy was the first one to break the silence, Kip just blinking blankly back at him. “Can I come in or…?”

Kip’s mind was reeling, but his tired body was working wonders for him, his feet shuffling him away from the doorway to allow the blond entrance into his hotel room. Kip knew rationally that he was waiting for Penelope, but at the same time, Cassidy was here now. Maybe Penelope had ran into him on her way, just deciding to send Cassidy his way instead to help solve this dilemma that Kip was clearly having. Maybe this had been her plan all along, the moment she asked for his room number, Penelope was just planning on giving it to Cassidy to send him over. Or --

Kip suddenly drifted back from his thoughts as he felt a presence very close to him, blinking his eyes to bring himself back to reality as Kip registered that Cassidy had stepped right up to him, standing directly in front of him. Kip froze up, not being sure what to expect from him, as Cassidy carefully untangled his hand from the door handle, proceeding to push the door shut again before his eyes slowly dragged back to Kip, the Brit feeling his face heating up against his will as he watched Cassidy pull the sunglasses from his face, with almost scary precision throwing them onto the bed across the room with just a flick of his wrist.

“So what was the other thing you wanted?” Cassidy asked as his eyes locked onto Kip’s, the Brit just staring wide eyed back at him, feeling his heartbeat rising, the pounding ringing in his ears. This was way too close to the message he had sent to Penelope, had she ratted him out to the man himself?

Kip opened his mouth, but closed it again, being both aware of what he was supposed to answer but also not being sure if he should say anything. Cassidy just looked at him, without breaking eye contact fishing his phone from his pocket, only briefly looking away from Kip to check something on the screen, a soft smile tucking the corner of the blond’s lips.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered to himself, nodding a little as he put the phone away again. Kip could barely breathe for a moment before Cassidy established eye contact again, locking Kip back in place with that mesmerizing look – the Brit just barely avoiding the hand that Cassidy extended his way, breaking Kip out of his spell as he stumbled a few steps back.

“Wha-what are you doing? Why are you here? What do you want?”

Cassidy looked at him, slowly lowering his hand down, stuffing them into his jeans pockets. Kip’s eyes unintentionally followed his hands now that there was some distance between the two of them, him swallowing thickly as he noticed the waistband of Cassidy’s boxers under the jeans showing. It wasn’t unusual for him, but at the same time this wasn’t the kind of a moment Kip wanted to be caught observing his underwear.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted? You said you wanted to talk, among all those other things. Right?”

Kip looked at him for a moment, his eyes slowly drifting away from him towards the phone still sitting in his bed. So Penelope had ratted him out actually, probably forwarding all the messages to Cassidy to put Kip in this position where he finally had to deal with all of this himself.

“So I’m here to… I don’t know,” Cassidy shrugged, his eyes following Kip’s towards the bed, the Brit’s face flaring up an even brighter color of red as he saw from the corner of his eye Cassidy observing the bed as well. Kip didn’t need to think any further to figure out what Cassidy was thinking. “Talk. Or do the stuff. Or whatever.”

Kip didn’t reply to him, instead he quickly moved over to the bed, grabbing his phone into his hand, popping the previous messages open, beginning to furiously type his distaste of this situation to Penelope. As soon as he hit send on the message, he could hear a faint sound coming from elsewhere in the room, that a quick glance around it revealed it had come from Cassidy’s phone, the blond raising a brow at his screen in confusion before looking back at Kip.

“…You do know you’ve been texting me this entire time, right?”

Kip blinked, eyes slowly falling back onto his phone, finally actually looking at the name of the receiver of the texts he had been sending tonight. He was so sure he had clicked on Penelope’s name, but much to his horror, the name on the receiver line actually did read ‘Orange’. Kip quickly backed out of the messages, double checking his contact list; unsurprisingly but absolutely disappointingly, both Penelope’s and Orange’s names showing right next to one another on the list.

He had accidentally clicked the wrong one while in his sleep deprived state earlier.

The horror slowly dawned on him, revealing to him what he had actually done. The things he had said. The feelings he had revealed. Kip slowly took a seat at the edge of the bed, throwing the phone to the side as he hid his face into his hands, letting out a pained groan filled with disgust and discomfort as it settled in how this whole situation probably looked like to Cassidy.

And the worst part about that was that everything Kip said he did actually mean.

“…Hey.”

Kip’s hands dropped from his face, but he refused to look up at Cassidy who had walked up to him, stopping in front of him. With a sigh Kip prepared to hear the berating that was rightfully coming his way, but instead he suddenly felt a hand softly brushing through his hair, gently tucking it to make him follow the movement, looking back up at Cassidy, who just softly smiled back at him.

“Did you mean… All of that?”

Kip could feel his face heating up, but he just couldn’t look away from that pair of beautiful blue eyes of his. Cassidy’s hold of his hair was so lax Kip managed to nod slightly, still a bit hesitant, but if Cassidy had indeed seen the messages in full already, there was no reason for him to lie about it. The worst he could do was make fun of him, laugh at him, leave Kip hanging after such a nonconfession. Which he probably deserved and at least it would make it so much easier to forget about the desires he had for the International champion.

But instead Cassidy just hummed at him quietly, a small smile playing on his lips as he carefully ran his hand through Kip’s hair again before positioning himself in his lap, surprisingly to both of them without any resistance. Cassidy’s hand slid out of his hair to the back of his neck, his fingertips dancing along his skin while the other arm lazily rested over his shoulder. Kip’s awkward hands found themselves on Cassidy’s thighs, his nervous energy coming out with little taps of his fingers against them.

“I think I can make you a little bit more insane, if you wish.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper, Kip just responding silently with another nod before Cassidy leaned closer, pressing a soft, slow kiss against his lips.