#kalebhellers

[ryleighchevalier-blog]

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NAME: guy who’s hair did *POOF*

RINGTONE: My Hair Song - Rhett & Link

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LAST TEXT RECEIVED:[ 8:24 PM ]: Again?[ 8:24 PM ]: What’s wrong this time[ 8:32 PM ]: No.[ 8:32 PM ]: Go get your own hairspray.[ 8:37 PM ]  I swear to god touch my hair and you’ll regret it.

LAST TEXT SENT:[ 8:22 PM ]: Kaleb im dying[ 8:25 PM ] i ran out of hair spray[ 8:27 PM ]: i need hairspray Kaleb[ 8:27 PM ]: be my hero and get me some hairspray????[ 8:28 PM ]: pls Kaleb[ 8:29 PM ]: Jfc, fine. Ignore me.[ 8:29 PM ] Just don’t get mad when you wake up bald!!!!!![ 8:39 PM ]: bYE KALEB’S HAIR[ 8:55 PM ]: for real though I need hairspray[ 8:57 PM ]: kaleb pls@kalebhellers

[mclancholias-blog]

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(´；Д；｀) =  what worries the character?

Children, mostly, especially when they’re in close proximity. Olivia can’t control how triggering they get nor does she know when her mind will start playing tricks on her. She’s cold towards them because she does’t want to hurt them, not because she dislikes them. It’s a big irony, really, that her biggest passion is now the thing that haunts her the most. 

[apostolate-blog]

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æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

Like every good Catholic boy like every boy who went to Seminary School, Finnegan knows an adequate amount of Latin. Not enough to fluently converse in it, but he can understand some of it written down, at least in a religious sense. He used to take French in high school but he couldn’t tell you a damn thing about the language (most of the kids in that class used it to goof off.) He would really like to learn all languages if he could, but since there’s so many languages to learn, he’s fine with the English and the small amount of Latin he can speak.

[darbywright-blog]

“ hey, whoa, you alright there? ”

Darby looked at the man, not particularly in the mood for some strangers help. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” She usually wasn’t this snappy, but she was tired and slightly injured and didn’t need some random person getting in her face.”

[roxykiddos-blog]

“ tell me what hurts ”

Roxy looked at her leg, then to the person talking to her. “My leg,” she attempted to move it so he could see, hurting it more in the process “Fuck.” She curses at herself for being so dumb, she should’ve watched where she was going. She should’ve been more careful, she knew this, but she will always be a reckless person living in one moment with no care for the next. When she thinks like that though she ends up in situations like this.

“I think I can walk, if I’m in the right angle maybe.” Roxy attempted to stand up, moving everything but the injured leg to put less strain on it. That idea didn’t work of course, and she was left in more pain and back on the ground. “Never mind, you might have to carry me.”