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Cheryl @ anyone on Halloween "What God awful demon possessed you to wear that"
CAS CAS! MY OTHER BLOG IS BACK!
THIS MADE ME GIGGLE BTW
hi bby, i hope you have a great day and i love you so much.
I love you too babes!
I came back her because I don’t want you to think I ignored you! I just got my old blog back 😂❤️
Catch me back on @tonitcpz
😮 I think your blogs back!!
ITS FUCKING BACK HOLD ON BITCHES
Who is this bitch Y/N?
And how are they getting all these hot men to fall in love with them?
If I get enough responses on that fic, I will start the first chapter tomorrow ❤️
I’ll have to make some OCS. ❤️😅maybe?
everyone’s been bringing up the Chriscourse again, so i decided to set everyone straight
Holy fuck this is amazing
#it all makes so much sense #the Chriscourse (x)
ugh look at this precious baby
do y’all ever have that one mutual…..this majestic motherfucker with the great tags and the great blog and when they reblog stuff from you u actually feel your soul ascend and you’re in a constant state of awe and admiration like………talk to me bithc i’m begging u
No
one
eats like Gaston
Mini wheats like Gaston
No one says “this bitch empty” and y e e t s like Gaston
BING BACK VINE IM BEGGING YOU
use my generator and find out your sexy monstersona, babes
…..slime creature…..
Mine just said “bastard”
WHY ARE YOU ALL LIKE THIS?? :(
happy 17th birthday, juggie
person: *casually mentions something i’m obsessed with*
me:
Toni stares straight into the blank emptiness. Her eyes are are fixed, glazed and empty. One pupil dilated. The paramedics work quickly and efficiently, one pounds her chest, one shines a flashlight in her eye. Nothing, no response. The paramedics lift her head and slip on a oxygen mask over her mouth.
“Whether its a home.”
The pool of blood spreads out from under her head across the wooden floor like a rose blossoming.
~~
Sweet Pea. He is wearing an old war uniform a first captain one at that. He stumbles getting out of the forest, into a open field. His uniform was ripped and torn with blood smeared all over his face.
“Or in war.”
Something up he sees ahead of him makes him stop in his tracks. Men, dressed in crisp new uniforms of officers. They look almost out of place, with all the killing and mud everywhere.
They seemed to be gather around a body? They turn. One of them who he will remember as F.P Jones spots Sweet Pea. They grin at him. And their eyes turn a deep solid black.
“There is no escaping it, no coming back from it.”
Blood, mud and body upon body upon body. Sweet Pea, among them. Pale and cold, just another solider, dead.
Suddenly, his body arches and he gasps for air, almost as he was bursting in the middle of the ocean for air.
He looks around, shocked disoriented. The puncture marks on his neck still just visible.
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Fangs Fogarty. On his back, on the ground, he’s in shock. Struggling to move, eyes rolling. His clothes, shredded at the shoulder and red with blood.
Laying next to him his a figure, and his chest gone. Just gone.
“But there are some that cheat death.”
There are sharp flashes of light, some people run over to him. One has a shotgun, trying to scare away something. Someone else attend to Fangs.
A bright lit room in a hospital, sunlight shining across Fangs’ face. He sits in a chair, quiet. Surrounded by flowers and get well cards, but there is something of about his presence.
“But what’s the cost,?”
Fangs gets up slowly, and just walks out.
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This is just a preview.
Let me know what y’all think? Please? I don’t have a name for it yet.
“Don’t make me drop a house on you”
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Fiona Goode