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A gift for @8um8ble8ee because I felt bad for spamming them yesterday with notifs :")
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Good morning
A gift for @8um8ble8ee because I felt bad for spamming them yesterday with notifs :")
Gabriel: Michael, you are the best brother in the entire universe-
Michael: What the fuck do you want?
Gabriel: I love you.
Michael: I love you too, what do you want?
Gabriel: There’s this new game-
Michael: Did you ask Raphael?
Gabriel: They lost their card-
Michael: What about Lucifer?
Gabriel: He has -4.70 dollars in his account-
Michael: well I ain’t-
Gabriel, pulling a picture of Michael in middle school going through an ‘I’m so emo. Don’t talk to me’ faze: I will post this.
Michael: The card number is 1234- am I going too fast?
Simone Winters. 17 year old reigning from Charleston, South Carolina. She’s convinced her parents to rent a beach house in Newport for her 18th birthday. 167 Greenwich Street is a cozy home steps away from the vibrant beaches of Newport and its boardwalk filled with tourist attractions and scenic postcards she’s already sent off to all her friends back in Charleston. She hops off a rented bike and bounds for the door, eager to change into a bikini and head to a party she’s been invited to. She stops as she notices the weekly newspaper still sitting outside from the morning, she picks it up and notices a flimsy piece of paper slips out from the rolled pages. lips frowning at the dark font. ‘165 Greenwich Street’ her eyebrows furrow, as she slowly walks down the steps heading next door; not thinking much of the address mix-up and not bothering to unfold the paper to see what’s written. Simone’s just slightly annoyed she has to deliver it to the intimidating blonde next door. she rings the doorbell once and waits for all of five seconds before shrugging and wedging it between the door frame before bolting back home. She passes by the big gold numbers of her rented address, “i don’t know how any idiot could mess that up.” she mumbles to herself, swinging open her front door. it doesn’t dawn on her that perhaps this isn’t a mistake. that the letter was intended for her address first; only so she could be used as a pawn in a twisted game.
at this point Xscape has no choice but to cut ties with LaTocha …
shes forever stained the group & they dont need that fallout attached to their brand.
if they were smart theyd distance themselves for good
#TheQueensOfRB
I got real shit.
Oh god I just wish someone would fucking test me and make me drop all the shit I have.
i can’t believe i just saw that gif. that was incredible. i’m saving that for later.