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[terrycassidy]

@laylashrugged​

(✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): yohu inkow sautff right (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): so do yyou bknwo hwo many drlinsk i need (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): before i forget why im drinkinj (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): gi guess it doesn tmatterx (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): i dont kown wy im drinkin (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): it soundned liek a good idea (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): i jsut wannted nto fqeel good (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): but all i feel liake izs ordepirn gantmoher dirnk (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): hwat do qyou thinks? (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): whiskey? beer? (✉️ ➡️ butterfly ): i adont wapnt anythnhig sweet v

[firstxman]

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. || @laylashrugged

(✉️ ➡️ Jeanie Butterfly): Does the Phoenix change the way things taste, or is the bread in the cabinet molded?

[sofiastarks]

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text

@laylashrugged

(✉️ ➡️ knows something ): how much stuff do you /actually/ know? (✉️ ➡️ knows something ): did you know tony stark was going to accost me in a diner and steal my burger?  (✉️ ➡️ knows something ): it was a good burger, layla! 

[nelsons]

@laylashrugged + 🌀 for a wrong number text

( text ➝ unknown ): hello, my name is franklin nelson, and i am following up with you on your case, #1978834. ms. hartland, it is my job to make sure that you feel satisfied with our conference on wednesday. I did try to reach you by email, but you put this down as your preferred method of contact.  ( text ➝ unknown ): although, it seems a little unprofessional to me, but hey, i’m a man of unethical methods. ( text ➝ unknown ): so if you could please get back to me, ms. hartland, i would very much appreciate it.

[terrycassidy]

one of these times we’re gonna die

@laylashrugged

Layla hadn’t been at the park --- but Terry hadn’t thought twice about it. It wasn’t until she was back at the office and trying to unravel all her feelings. Scott had taken a bad hit --- he had gone down and everyone was saying that he was dead... but he couldn't be. X-Men didn’t die. They always got back up. No matter what. And then Layla spoke and Terry could feel the muscles in her face tightening before she had a chance to tell herself to stop.

The other mutant knew stuff --- but the butterfly effect and a bunch of other bullshit made it impossible for Layla to have any degree off accuracy. Sometimes she knew, but most of the time it was vague and cryptic. And this time was no different from any other --- Layla said something that was vague enough to be true but it was so vague that Terry couldn't act on it. “He’s --- Scott’s not dead,” Terry snapped. “X-Men, they don’t die. And we won’t either. We’re survivors, Layla.” They faced danger every day --- they found themselves in a corner on any given day, but they always bounced back. They always got back up.