alexa_bliss_wwe_: when in disney get photobombed by a real life prince 😍💖 

                 they all say you’re no good for me.                    but i’m too close to run around.                    i’ll show them they don’t know anything.

i could have touched a hundred thousand souls     but none of them would ever feel like home         and no matter how far and wide i roam you’re the only one that i’ll ever know.

      DEVASTATION. A WORD THAT LEAKS THROUGH PORES. IT CONSUMES THE SUPERSTAR. this night, it was the most important of her career. it’s greater than any other moment in her life. it tops being called up. that’s a big feat to overthrow but this is more than about herself. this is about WOMEN. this is about the past, the present and the years to come. idols of the past who have showcased their talents showcased their GRIT and perseverance. that’s what it was all about. lexi idolized these women, watched them in the living room, legs crossed and eyes eager to see GREATNESS. and this was what this night was about. women of all facets of life coming together to fight for their rights to continue to build wrestling legacies. no different than the men who bleed, who sweat and conquer in the ring. but she couldn’t partake and make her mark tonight.

      all her hard work, all her fighting, it seemed useless because of tonight during the first ALL women pay-per-view, she would only be in attendance on the sidelines and that CRUSHED her. bouncing, cheering, DICTATING the women on her side, lexi’s mind was elsewhere. her eyes wanting to give in to the urge to cry. through the progression of the match, she wished it had ended sooner. a usual dormant side of her selfishly couldn’t wait to rush back to the lockers. once trish had pinned her opponent, the miniature blonde retreated to seclusion, dodging the traffic of her colleagues for a much needed mental break. 

    tears breaking the shield her eyes had put up earlier during her stolen moment. overwhelmed with an onslaught of swirling emotions, the wrestler weaved through the masses and settling on a spot against the white painted brick. hands running over her face; warm drops of tears coating her palms. being injured before possibly the most cherished moment of wrestling for her, it seems like a curse. it’s an unwanted nightmare she never thought would interfere....stripping her mind from the cascading dark place were familiar hands over her shoulders. tickling stubble resting against her forehead probably causing her painted makeup to resemble a god-awful mess. but once her eyes peeled open, hands dropping, revealing solemn features, lexi’s mood brightens. ‘ how did...seb...’ voice is soft and smothered against the comfort of his chest. she doesn’t want to move because this is her happy place. ‘ i can’t believe you’re here, really here. ’ she feels as though his travels were wasted, spoiled because she wasn’t involved in this highlight of women’s wrestling.

ᵃᵈᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘʳᵉˢ.ᶦⁿ.ᶠʳᵃⁿᵏᶦᵉ.ᵗᶦᵐᵉ: half a bottle of spf later we made it!