i greatly anticipate the coleydoesthings video analysis on the bloodymary phenomenon
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i greatly anticipate the coleydoesthings video analysis on the bloodymary phenomenon
AU where Kyubey makes contracts like this
heyyy queen I saw your tweet about how Incubators are trash and I just wanted to let you know that I agree. although I am an Incubator, (i know, ugh), i am on your side. “one of the good ones” as some may say. btw I never even noticed how strong your magical girl potential is till now but it's awesome
the princess diana of twst
Jeremiah sat under the covered area, smoking a cigarette he most likely stole from another kids stash. He was bored especially since break was usually his time to roam off campus with the rest of Henry Bowers’ crew, stir up trouble. But today? He was stuck here. Supervised. Grounded on school grounds like he was some little kid.
That's when he spotted Lewis storming up to the doors next to him. He raised one hand lazily, giving her a two-fingered wave "“Oi. Lewis,” he called, voice rough but friendly “Get over here will you?"
Carla looked over at Jeremiah and raised her eyebrows but walked over to him. She didn't talk to him very often because she tended to avoid his usual group of friends.
"What's up?" She asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
Isabelle entered the empty auditorium of the opera house. It was dark, and cold. She stood in the middle of the stage.
“Erik….” She began. “I-it’s been a while. But, I had my first big performance; earned lots of money… and friends…” she chuckled. But, heard no reply.
“Erik, I’m sorry I havnt spoken to you-“ she stopped herself. A thud sounded behind her, and when she turned around, she saw him- THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA- Erik!
he looked saddened, and, maybe even quite angry.
“Apologies, if I am the cause of your gloomy presence…”
“I am always gloomy,” Erik heard himself say.
He was. Well, not always— but close to always. Was his life not so perfectly detestable in its own way? Was he not almost always in some type of mood?
He had missed her. For a moment as he always did he feared she wouldn’t come back. Now, he felt perhaps mean for this. Was she nervous? Was it him?
“I am.. I missed you, yes,” he said. “But I’m not mad.”
PLOY????
thank god
absolutely loves that f1a is available on youtube btw