Hey, Shawn Michaels fans! Have you ever thought to yourself, hey, the official HBK pins available looks really, really ugly? Well, you’re in luck!
This is a hard enamel broken heart pin with red and black enamel and silver metal, based on Shawn’s Survivor Series ‘97 ring gear! You can find them 1) by searching “MaidensGoods” on Etsy and clicking the “find shops containing” option, 2) by searching “Shawn Michaels” on Etsy and filtering for “most recent”, or 3) in the reblogs, where I will link to it directly :)
48 available!
Dimensions: 1.25 in wide x 1 in tall
Backing: Military clutch. You need to pinch the sides to remove it and put it back on, but (to me) these are much more reliable and less likely to fall off than rubber backers
Available in A or B Grade! (A Grade pins have no defects, while B Grade have either small pits or scratches. These defects aren’t noticeable unless you’re looking for them, however; the pins are all in good shape, and have no huge marks or issues.)
Shipping: All pins will be shipped inside of a tiny velvet bag within their overall packaging. I will be using USPS to ship, so if the United States is unable to ship to your country, I will be unable to ship to you. URL for the no-ship list on the Etsy listing
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One of the most interesting details on the CM Punk and MJF’s feud is the use of green on MJF’s side. During the first time they interacted on screen, he was wearing a green suit, paralel to the green shirt he was wearing on his picture with CM Punk. At the dog collar match, probably their last match until now, he was wearing a green gear as well. A lot of this feud was not a coincidence I want to believe this wasn’t either. Another detail is, during their first encounter, CM Punk was wearing a Rancid “... And Out Come the Wolves” shirt; the first song on that album is called: “Maxwell Murder”. And, as we know, during the dog collar match he wore the exact gear he wore during his dog collar match against Raven. -
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I just saw that you reblogged the post about regal/schiavone and I was deadass about to ask you if you would consider writing a blurb about them
(We all collectively saw these two old men flirting with each other in the ring and immediately decided they were in love.)
Regal x Schiavone, 1970-2022
Fluff below the cut.
Regal always had the look of the devil in him. Those pale blue eyes were so sharp that Tony felt they sliced into him with absolute precision, finding all his soft bits held inside and stroking them with a tenderness. His blonde hair was swept back and feathery, slipping through Tony's fingers like silk. And his voice, so soft, so smooth, kind even when his words weren't, is something Tony won't ever forget.
"You mean something to me, you know? My darling sweetheart," Regal says softly, tangled up in Tony on the dingy couch in one of the closet-like locker rooms. Regal's fingers trace over Tony's bare face, one leg draped over Tony's lap, the other tucked behind his lower back. Tony's arm is wrapped around Regal's back, holding him close, looking up at the roguish man with quiet, curious eyes.
"I would hope so," Tony says, a hand smoothing down the side of Regal's neck. "I don't allow just any English ex-pat do what you do to me." Regal smiles, thin lips cutting a slice across his face. Even his smile was sharp.
"And I do not allow any American to hold my well-being in his hands. Certainly not one as poorly-dressed as you. Really, allow me to take you to a proper tailor."
Tony recognized the seriousness of that statement. He knew what he meant to Regal, what Regal meant to him. Safety. Comfort. Home in a foreign land. A friendly face in a dark world. Tony leans in and presses a gentle kiss to Regal's lips, his hand sliding up the back of his neck. He feels Regal smile against his mouth, he feels his hands slipping up his back.
"Will," Tony breathes against his lips, feeling the man dip his hands below Tony's suit jacket. Regal hums against Tony's lips and says,
"Let me bring you to a tailor. We can get you looking sharp."
Tony simply shrugs off the jacket and lets it fall to the floor, then teases gently,
"It's from a shop. Bought off the rack, no need to fit it. Especially when you ensure that I'm not wearing it for very long."
Regal gives a gentle chuckle and shakes his head, knowing this is a lost cause. Instead, he runs his long fingers down Tony's face and pulls him back in. If he won't wear anything properly tailored then, well, he might as well be wearing nothing at all.
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It was so very different, and so very much the same, the way they looked at one another. Regal's eyes were still sharp, his hair still soft and feathery, but some of his edges were rounded. Tony's face had grown into a man's, much firmer, masculine, cut by a thick brown beard. Yes, they had changed so very much in their decades apart.
But, really, they hadn't changed at all. They were still those boys, just with the weight of their demons shrugged off their shoulders. The claws that used to cling to their chests were loosened now, and the two men stood living when so many others did not.
And they look into the eyes of a man who helped them get there. The eyes of an old lover, a happy memory, a rare and wonderful story. It had been so long since they last looked into the other's eyes, but in an instant, that same fondness is brought back.
The two are no longer lovers, but they were once. The two are no longer lovers, but not for any dramatic and foul reason - they had simply drifted away, parting with smiles and gentle, lingering fingers. Nor were they lovers now, but the remember the important role this man played in their lives. The way they cradled each other in the dark of the night.
"Sweetheart," Regal says in his soft, sly voice. Tony blushes and looks down, as demure as he'd ever been. And Tony does say something, but it isn't caught on the mic. It isn't caught by anyone, as the camera spans over to Mox. Tony looks up, and he whispers,
"Hello, Will."
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