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brooklyn amelia danes. twenty one. mind control.

[brooklvns-blog]

“Talk about the goddamn mental strain,” she grumbled to herself, staring intently at someone across the room - - - slowly starting to gain control, Brooklyn tried not to shiver as she felt tendrils curling around the other person’s mind, connecting them. Or something like that; she’d never been able to describe the feeling. Tilting her head ever so slightly, Brooklyn made the person walk back and forth, before releasing the connection and sighing. “I remember when this used to be more fun. Now it’s just work.” 

[brooklvns-blog]

“I don’t understand why pocket-less pants are a thing, because if there’s one thing a girl really needs in the world, it’s more pockets. Seriously. It’s 2017 people, get with the program. We need pockets.” 

[coreylinolan]

“What exactly am I training for here? I can tell you right now that expecting me to play on a team is a really stupid idea.”

[brooklvns-blog]

“Well aren’t you just a special little snowflake? And - - - let me guess - - -  is it because you don’t “play well with other people”? You’re not the only one,  believe me, but they don’t care.”

[ascoldaslandon]

“Wow…there are new faces popping up all the time now.”

[brooklvns-blog]

“I don’t like it.”