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Kira Manning through the years in Orphan Black & Orphan Black: Echoes

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So is this the part where 20 more of you robot bitches walk in for effect? ORPHAN BLACK, Season 1 (2013)

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A Hunt With No Violence Doesn't Feed Anyone- Chapter 5

Ao3

1989

Heather Chandler

At first, Heather couldn't hear anything except the ringing in her ears. She didn't know where she was or what had happened; she wasn't even sure if she was alive.

Slowly, Heather began to make sense of the situation, as the other elements around her allowed her to get her bearings. The plane had crashed, she remembered, but Heather was feeling her heart beating in her chest and the blood running in her ears, so that meant she had survived. Her head felt heavy, the vertigo on her head matching the one on her brain, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open, but she was alive.

"Get up, Heather!" Heather McNamara's frightened voice took Heather out of her stupor, awakening her like a dose of caffeine in the morning. Her friend was seated beside her, shaking her desperately. "We need to leave!"

"What -" Heather started to mumble but was interrupted by Mac dragging her out of her seat, her shaky legs making her stumble a bit. Heather turned her head to look behind her, to see what McNamara wanted her to run from and saw smoke coming out of the cockpit, smoke that within seconds turned into blazing fire. "Holy shit."

If the pilot was still in there, why the hell wasn't he doing anything? Heather wondered. She had a guess as to why, but she didn't want, and didn't have time to think about that.

Heather stared ahead at the dimly lit aisle, and only then did she notice the other passengers hurriedly getting out of their own seats. The ones still breathing, anyway. As Heather ran, she saw Willa Fox, one of the wingers, seated in her spot, unmoving like a doll, with her neck bent in a way that did not look comfortable at all.

Heather didn't want to, but her eyes linged on dead Willa. She had been there, chatting with Ainsley Tucker less than 10 minutes before, alive, now she was dead. Dead, dead, dead.

Not paying attention to where she was going made Heather trip and fall face-first on the carpeted floor of the plane. At first, she thought she had stumbled on her own feet, but as she lifted herself up, she realized she had fallen onto someone. She recognized the black and red cap with the mascot of their team on it, and the oversized shirt, it was Coach Ripper, who, unlike her, didn't get up from the floor.

"Fuck," she hissed, getting as far away from the dead body of her former coach as she could. She looked down to see that her hands and clothes were wet with blood, though she didn't know if it was hers or not.

"Open the fucking door!" someone said in the middle of the commotion; the strident voice undoubtedly belonged to Duke.

"Can't you see its stuck?" a male voice yelled back. It was Jason Dean, Veronica's little boy toy.

The plane was big, and it took a few seconds for Heather and Heather to arrive at the exit, where other people were trying desperately to push the door open; smoke burning her eyes made it hard for Heather to recognize everyone, but she did see a familiar mop of brown hair amid all of the chaos.

As terrified as she was, Heather felt a wave of relief at the sight of Veronica; at least she was ok, she was alive. But the smoke was starting to spread, and it was impossible to get to the other exit, so that was their only chance; if they didn't get the door to open, it wouldn't matter that they had survived the crash, they were going to die anyway.

The door felt like it weighed a tonne, but with so many of them forcing all their weight against it, in a desperate attempt to survive, the door began to budge.

The sunlight burned in Heather's face once she stepped outside. She took in a deep, shaky breath, inhaling the fresh air and coughing out the acrid smoke from her lungs. She just wanted to collapse on the ground; she had never felt so battered.

The aftermath of the crash looked like a warzone. Heather knew it had been bad, hell, she had never seen so many dead people before in her life, but only after she got out, and other people started doing the same, did she grasp how catastrophic the situation was.

There was nothing outside but the mortais hovering above them and trees, dozens and dozens of them stretching out for what seemed like miles. The heavy, grey smoke coming out of the fallen plane billowed into the cold morning air, mixing up with the cries of Heather's fellow acquaintances as they struggled to understand what had happened.

Heather leaned on the nearest tree to steady herself as she tried to take in the scene before her eyes.  Veronica was helping out JD, who had a big cut on his arm; Courtney was seated on the ground, Sophie O'Connor comforting her. Heather did a quick mental check, scratching the names in her head of everyone else who had been on the plane. She saw Duke, Mac, Ram, Sophie, and Ainsley.

Where the fuck was everybody else? The Rottweilers alone were a group of 13 girls, including Heather, but she was only seeing seven; plus, there was no sign of Kurt, Ms. Fleming, or any of the airplane crew.

Suddenly, all Heather saw was a mess of curly blond hair running towards her, before McNamara engulfed her in a tight hug.

"There you are, thank God!" she said. "I wasn't sure if you had made it out."

"Yeah, I did," Heather said. "I'm glad you did too."

"Shit, you're bleeding," McNamara gasped, looking at Heather's forehead with concern in her eyes. Heather touched her forehead and saw deep red staining her fingers; with the adrenaline pumping through her body before, she hadn't realized the cut on her forehead until that moment.

"Fuck..." Heather hissed. "Does it look bad?"

"I-I don't know...I don't think so."

"Have you guys seen Betty?" Veronica asked, approaching them. Aside from the worried look on her face and her hair looking something akin to a rat's nest, she looked fine. "Or Martha? I can't find them anywhere."

Heather opened her mouth to say no, but a guttural scream stopped her from getting a word in.

"Was that Kurt?" Heather McNamara was running in the direction of the scream before she even finished her sentence. Heather and Veronica glanced at each other but followed her anyway.

The screams led them to Kurt Kelly, fallen on the ground a few meters away from everybody else; a piece of what looked like the broken wing of the airplane on top of his left leg.

McNamara cried out his name and ran to his side, but Heather didn't know how exactly she was going to help him. Veronica ran in the opposite direction, disappearing quickly while Heather stood there, gobsmacked. She couldn't believe that all of those things were actually happening. She felt like she was watching a movie unfold; she wished that was the case.

Veronica came back as quickly as she had left, this time accompanied by the others.

"God, my leg..." Kurt mumbled to himself over and over.

"We need to help him!" McNamara yelled as if it wasn't obvious, but Heather decided not to be a bitch for once and keep that to herself.

The broken piece of metal weighed even more than the door had, but together, they managed to lift it just enough so McNamara was able to drag Kurt away from it.

As soon as Heather caught a glimpse of Kurt's leg (what was left of it anyway), she instantly turned around, a nauseating feeling running through her entire body. She looked at it for a second, but she knew the image of his leg completely smashed in a mess of flesh, blood, and broken bones would forever be embedded in her mind. Riley's broken leg looked like a minor scratch compared to it.

Heather was thankful that Kurt passed out the second he was freed; she didn't know how he would react upon seeing the condition of his leg. It was safe to say his football career was over.

"What do we do?" she heard Duke say, but she chose to keep staring at her shoes, now ruined with blood, then at the scene behind her. Only upon hearing the screams of  No! and What the fuck are you doing? did Heather turn around, just in time to see JD honoring his nickname as the school's psycho and dropping an axe above the injured part of Kurt's leg.

"What the fuck, man?" Ram Sweeney yelled, his face was a sickly green like he was about to throw up.

Jason Dean looked at him; with his face now speckled with blood and the axe still in his hand, he looked terrifying. "Unlike you, I actually did something to help instead of just standing there gaping like an idiot," he said. "Now we just need to stop the bleeding somehow."

"Will this work?" McNamara asked, untying the yellow bow from her hair and handing it to JD, who tied the improvised tourniquet tightly on Kurt's leg.

"We have to disinfect the wound," Duke chimed in. "Doesn't anyone have any hand sanitizer?"

"Maybe there's alcohol at the minibar..." Veronica suggested. It was the first time she had spoken in minutes.

"No, only soda. It was cheaper that way..." McNamara mumbled.

"Maybe someone brought contraband..." Heather suggested, looking at wannabe rebel without a cause with one raised eyebrow.

"Well, obviously," Jason Dean's snarky rejoinder made Heather roll her eyes. "But I stashed it in my bag and God knows where that is."

"We'll look for it. It's not like we have anything better to do," Duke said. "Maybe we'll get lucky and find the first aid kit."

"I'm gonna look for Martha and Betty," Veronica said, mostly talking to JD; he nodded but didn't follow her. Maybe Heather wasn't the only one feeling perturbed by all the goriness.

"I'll go with you," she said. There was a suggestion of what resembled a thankful smile on Veronica's face, not quite the real thing, but something like it.

They were careful not to stray too far away from where everybody else was, but the two girls walked on the rocky ground for several minutes, bellowing Betty Finn's and Martha Dunstock's names. Just when Heather thought of suggesting they'd go back, Veronica stopped at the sight of one of her friends.

"Betty?" she called, her voice barely above a whisper. The Rottweilers goalie turned around when she heard her name, showing the girls her face stained with tears, soot, and blood. 

Veronica started walking towards her friend. "Where is-"  her voice dissipates when she catches sight of the body on the ground, who looked like a ragged doll someone had hastily thrown on the floor after they were done playing with it.

"The flight attendant got hurt and Martha got out of her seat to help her," Betty said, so quietly that Heather had to strain to hear her. "Then the door swung open and she fell. It happened so fast, I..."

Veronica interrupted her with a hug, trying to comfort both herself and her friend; Betty broke down into tears the second Veronica wrapped her arms around her. 

***

The hours passed, the day dreadfully turned into night, and they were still there.

The group found most of their bags scattered around, and they managed to gather snacks and pieces of clothing to keep them warm at night as well as the first aid kit and some blankets.

Jason Dean made a fire and everyone gathered around it as if they were enjoying a pleasant evening camping, the only difference was that they didn't have any smores in sight and nine people had died.

Heather clutched her coat tighter around herself and leaned in closer to the fire. The throbbing in her head had lessened after the took a painkiller she found in her purse. Apparently, Betty Finn had taken a  Red Cross first aid class and put the skill she learned to good use by helping everyone who was injured, including Heather. There wasn't much she could do about Kurt's leg except putting a bandage on it and hoping for the best.

Heather bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. Going to Nationals had been a dream since she got into soccer in freshman year. This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life. How did it become such a nightmare?

She looked at her peers, illuminated by the warm yellow light coming from the bonfire, brewing creepy shadows on their faces. Veronica was leaning on JD, who had an arm wrapped around her while she sobbed quietly; Kurt was laying on a makeshift bed with McNamara beside him. No one said a word, there was complete silence except for the tree leaves rustling with the wind, until Veronica started giggling. Everyone looked at her like she was crazy, including JD.

"Sorry," she said between giggles, putting a hand on her mouth to contain herself, failing miserably. "It's just...we were all feeling so bad about Riley and now look at us."

There was silence at first, but slowly the giggles started to blossom within the group, infecting everyone as they laughed at the irony. As absurd as it was, it felt nice to have a moment like that on a day marked by so much tragedy.

Stacey opened a bag of cornuts from the food pile and passed the package around. Heather's stomach rumbled, food had been the last thing on her mind until that moment.

"Maybe we should think about saving some food," she said. "You know, we might be here for a few more hours."

"The plane probably has an emergency transmitter sending out a distress signal," Veronica said, though she didn't sound very convinced. "I'm sure they will be here to rescue us by morning."

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3 mac+ronnie

35 chandler+ronnie

26 cady+ janis plsss

hello dear friend ty for the ask!!

3 macaronnie goodbye

“Muffin, I’m only going to Florida,” Mac says for the umpteenth time, stroking through the ends of Veronica’s wild chestnut brown mane.

“Miami is dangerous!” Veronica insists. “What if someone tricks you into doing meth?”

“I- what?” Mac replies. “How would that even- never mind. I’ll be fine, babe. I’ll be back in two weeks.”

Veronica pouts, and absolutely does not remove herself from Heather’s shoulder. “Hmph.”

“Don’t you hmph me,” Heather giggles. “Look, my flight boards in twenty minutes, do you want to kiss me goodbye or not?”

Veronica abruptly pulls back and nods vehemently. Heather smiles and tucks some of Veronica’s hair behind her ear. “That’s what I thought.”

Veronica follows her, smiling like an idiot, as Heather leads her by the hand to the restroom. She locks the door behind them and presses Veronica against it, smiling at her before she leans in to kiss her.

Veronica smiles back and returns the kiss, winding her arms around Heather’s waist and tilting her head for a better angle. She tries her best to memorize the feeling of Heather’s soft, thin lips, the little sounds she makes in the back of her throat from time to time, the taste of mint from her toothpaste and the faint lingering flavor of lemon from the lip balm she uses. The feeling of her sunshine yellow tank top she has on under her fingers, the softness of her already tanned skin as she shifts to hold her face in between her hands.

Heather eventually pulls back to breathe, and Veronica presses their foreheads together instead.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Heather says.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Veronica says. “Don’t do meth.”

“Oh my god, I won’t!”

35 chansaw to gain something

Veronica can’t breathe.

She’s not convinced there’s even any oxygen in this room. If there’s any room for it what with all the cigarette smoke and weed and perfume swirling around their heads. Veronica can almost feel an asthma attack brewing, but she tries to keep her coughing as quiet as she can, lest she be crucified by the red demon before her.

Blessedly, Chandler doesn’t seem to notice anything. “Hey, come on.”

“What?” Veronica stutters.

“Are you deaf? Two words, Veronica, that was two words,” Heather huffs. “Come on, pillowcase.”

Veronica takes her hand and follows desperately as Heather leads her through the winding halls of the building. It feels like some kind of sick labyrinth to Veronica, but she manages to keep up. “What are we doing?”

“Kiss me.”

Veronica chokes on air. Or ‘air’. “What?!”

“For fucks sake, did you have a brain tumor for breakfast or are your ears just clogged? I said kiss me,” Heather repeats.

“No, I heard you, but what the fuck, Heather? Why do I need to kiss you? There’s-there’s people here,” Veronica hisses.

“Exactly, pillowcase. College guys love seeing girls doing stuff. Easiest way to nail a hookup,” Heather says.

“I don’t want a hookup!”

“And not everything is about you, you brat,” Heather retaliates. “Now come on.”

Veronica sighs to herself and steps a little closer. Maybe she can get away with just a little peck.

Nope.

Heather grabs her face in between her hands and slams their lips together, tangling her fingers in Veronica’s hair and licking at her lips. Veronica can’t help but gasp, which gives Heather a chance to slip her tongue into Veronica’s mouth.

Okay then. Two can play at this game.

Veronica pulls a sound from deep in her gut, a heady, breathy moan that Heather swallows. Veronica barely even had to force it. She presses Heather even harder against the wall and bends a knee so her thigh presses between Heather’s leg. Heather gasps in surprise, and Veronica takes the opportunity to bite at her lips and tongue. She takes the bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles gently on it. She opens her eyes for a moment, and finds Heather’s almost black, her pupils blown and almost shoving out all the blue-grey of her iris.

She lets her lip go with a pop and slides her hands lower.

And lower.

And lower.

“Veronica,” Heather whispers against her lips.

“Mm?”

“Where’d we park?”

26 cadnis as an apology

Janis sighs as she swirls her ‘punch’ around in the tiny plastic cup. The music blares around her, and a massive crowd of sweaty high schoolers in fancy clothes move as one big mass on the dance floor. Bouncing, dancing, twisting, everything Janis hasn’t ever really been interested in.

“Come on, babe, cheer up,” Damian says desperately from next to her, having to shout a bit over the thumping bass. “Regina’s here in a fucking spinal halo and she’s having a better time than you.”

“I know,” Janis says miserably. “I just can’t stop thinking about-”

Just as she’s about to utter the name that’s been weighing on her heart for a month, the girl herself bursts through the heavy metal doors of the school gym. She’s flanked by her Mathletes, who scatter around to find the other dorks, get drunk off the spiked punch, and join in the mob of dancers.

Cady, on the other hand, marches straight up to Janis, grabs her by the arm, and drags her straight across the gym and out the door opposite where she came in. Janis shoots a panicked look to Damian and tries to splutter a protest, but Cady keeps going and the doors slam shut after them.

“What the hell?” Janis huffs when Cady finally comes to a stop in the hallway and seems to come back into her body. Cady looks at her with something akin to terror in her eyes. She doesn’t seem to have really known what she was doing and just found herself alone with Janis for the first time since everything went down.

Janis waits. Folds her arms over her chest, leans against the lockers set into the far wall. Stares at her ‘friend’ and waits for her to say something.

Cady doesn’t.

She stares back, arms limply at her sides like she’s forgotten she can move them. Janis can almost see the weight in her feet that seems to cement her to the floor, and the panicked thoughts that must be running through her head a mile a minute.

Janis sighs when she realizes Cady isn’t going to say anything and pushes off the lockers to go back and find Damian with a grumbled, “Unbelievable.”

Before she can get past, “Unbeliev-”, Cady pounces on her. She slams Janis aggressively back against the lockers with a clang, presses against them with both hands on either side of Janis’ face, and leans in to kiss her in a flurry of motion that leaves Janis reeling. Which might also be from where she hit her head on the lockers. Whatever.

She freezes under Cady’s frantic press of lips. This is all she wanted for months upon months. All she wanted while she watched Cady be swallowed by that pink monster and turn into someone she didn’t recognize.

But now, as Cady has her pinned to some frigid metal in the middle of the hall, Janis is totally frozen. She’s kissing me.

She blinks. It feels… nice. Cady’s lips are soft. She shifts to tangle her tiny hands in Janis’ blazer and presses up on her tippy toes so they can be even closer. She tastes like mint and something almost metallic, and she smells like books and pencil shavings and fuck it.

Janis winds her arms around Cady’s neck and kisses her back, leaning harder into Cady and swiping her tongue into her mouth. Cady makes a content noise in the back of her throat and falls back on the flats of her feet. Janis leans into her so hard she actually bends over backwards a little bit. Neither of them complain. Cady sucks Janis’ lower lip between hers, nibbles slightly on it in a way that pulls a sound from deep inside Janis’ gut before she lets it go and pulls back to take a breath.

Janis doesn’t let her. She pushes forward this time, walking until Cady is pressed against the cinder block wall and ignoring the feeling of her waxy lipstick smearing all around her face and blending with Cady’s cherry chapstick.

“Janis, wait,” Cady pants after another long minute of their lips locked together. Janis pulls back just enough to see her and looks into her eyes.

“What?” she whispers. Cady shivers in her arms just a little bit.

“We should talk,” Cady says anxiously. “I have a lot to apologize fo-”

Janis doesn’t let her finish, surging forward again. Cady doesn’t complain this time, and eagerly kisses her back.

“We can talk… later,” Janis says in between pants for breath when they break apart the next time.

Cady doesn’t say anything, she just nods frantically.

Janis never thought she’d be so okay with hearing absolutely nothing from Cady’s lips.

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I READ YOUR YELLOWJACKETS X HEATHERS FIC ON AO3 ! IT WAS SO GOOD THAT I CREATED AN ACCOUNT. I NEED MORE OR I MIGHT GO INSANE

KSJJSDLKSDCS thank you so much!

I'm almost done with chapter 6, I promise, I promise, I promise!!

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thanks @the-godly-apple-being <3

can you tell that I love angsty fics?!

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thanks @atlasvulcandar <3<3

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Guess who just learned how to find picrews?

Yay :D

No pressure: @smolldust @dizzthetired @randomperson1638 @specificyeetcapacity

And everyone who wants to try

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this one was so cute, thanks @jacksonsdiaryaddicted

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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Thanks @heatherdukebutmeaner <3

What's your favorite color and why?

Dark blue and lilac. I don’t know why, I just find dark blue to be really pretty and lilac is very calming to me.

Pessimistic, optimistic or realistic?

Pessimistic, I think. I just have this very unhealthy way of thinking that it’s better to prepare for the worse even if it doesn’t happen than to think positively and end up getting dissapointed. 

Name a song that speaks to your soul.

“Living louder” by The Cab, the desire to do something great with our lives before it’s too late is something that I really relate to.

What's your favorite quote?

*instantly forgets every single quote I’ve ever read/heard in my life*

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view...Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it” I just love To kill a mockingbird and Atticus Finch is one of my favorite characters ever.

If you could change your name (and if you want to), what would it be?

I honestly have no idea, it’s not really something I think about lol

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Hey!

So, I decided to create this random chain for no reason (probably because of the sleep deprivation). It's probably not gonna work but... Heh.

Basically, you just have to answer the questions and tag whoever you want.

What's your favorite color and why?

Mine's green and... Well, it's kinda hard to explain. Basically, I was sorted into Slytherin and I was like, really sad because all my friends were Gryffindors. But then I started accepting the fact and after some time I kinda became obsessed with the Slytherin house. I became so obsessed that my favorite color became green after some time. Basically that's the story of why my favorite color is green. I know, boring.

Pessimistic, optimistic or realistic?

I'm a realistic, but I'm rooting towards the pessimistic. I like to see things the way they are, but my anxiety might also exaggerate some bad things that I think might happen to me.

Name a song that speaks to your soul.

Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen. The lyrics always seem to speak to me, specially these last days. Because... That's how I feel. I'm trying to speak, but I feel like nobody can hear, so I learned how to hide, how to "slam on the break". I'm afraid I'll make a mistake, but I also want to be heard.

What's your favorite quote?

To be honest, I'm not the type of person that memorizes quotes, but if I had to pick one of the ones that I know, I'd choose "Humor was a good way to hide the pain." from Heroes of Olympus, Rick Riordan. Leo is one of the characters that I relate the most in the Camp Half-Blood Chronicles, and quote fits me perfectly.

If you could change your name (and if you want to), what would it be?

Okay, so, I've been thinking a lot about this, since I want to change my name to something neutral. I think I would change my name to Erin. It's a beautiful name, it's not gendered and it sounds good with my surname (that's important for me, since my surname is weird as f*ck). I'm still not sure, but I really think this is it.

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Thanks @heatherz-trash​ !!!!

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picrew chain?

picrew chain.

Since it's a witchsona picrew, I made two versions. A witch version, and a normal version. If you just would like to make one, go right ahead!

Tags (no pressure tho!): @gb-diesellok (THE BIRTHDAY KING!), @cal-the-duende, @circusislife, @thatgendergremlinmoot, @whosmaxfr, @astridcookie, @planetsoupo, @ghost-in-a-flowercrown, @cipher-of-the-round-table, @floryeet, @zeepziesdiary, @wantmeifyouwantme, @jaspeon, @xxjackattackxx, @technologyvoid, @planetary-loanshark, @planettobster, @nothingbutcloud, @7ft-tall-shadow-creature, @crowfloatinginspace, @catwithacupofcoffee, @junk-thrillz, @catofstarlight, @eggeggeggeggeggeggeggeggeggeggeg, @realjoehours, @commander-spaceboy, @tabooi, @somebody-random-lol, @mezzyb0nb0n, @gaytrainboi, @drjackstrange, @aeronprotobator, @ratkatbat, @pheonix-thefirebird, @rune-tisms, @im-gonna-squeet, @octobitheoctagonal, @allthestarsinthesea, @melancholic-fabler, @yourlocalprocrastinator, @cyan-6-ide, @sincerecinnamon, @justanotherhighlycaffeinatednerd, @splendidred05, @night-minstrel, @ignisuada, @opalescent-apples, @dr-finn, @peacocksapphire, @lunesta-rose and anyone else who wants to join!

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would u guys care for some snoopy drawrings?

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god gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers 🙏

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“Dear Diary my teenage bullshit has a bodycount-” Twitter

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Happy 7/11, go get a slushee!

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