#santellicious

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wwell then i wwas quiet for too long but the drama queen has to return evventually after all i wwouldnt wwant people to start missin me howw awwful thatd be truly outrageous im eridan ampora the fabulous the gorgeous one wwhats up

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santellicious replied to your post: santellicious replied to your post: ...

You sure? Dont forget to look out for yourself if you cant you cant

yeah i’m sure! i can so do this it’s only like a five minute walk

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@meangreentimemachine started following you @lizardalien started following you @stardrunks started following you @santellicious started following you

It’s time for another round of “Evren forgets to do greeter posts” except instead of walling them in order I’m just picking the urls that intrigue me most right now and I’ll get to the rest later

Hello! I’m Evren who and how are you all

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santellicious replied to your post: hey…i love bea a lot

please dont i dont deserve this effort

i would die for you

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santellicious replied to your post “i’m so used to typing my own name i almost called bea “bae”

Wow

listen.

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Flashback

Send ‘Flashback’ to see one of my muse’s old memories

It was a warm, sunny afternoon, some time in the spring. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. There was a large crowd gathered on either side of the softball field, the whole school and many of those living in town among them. The sun hung overhead, without a cloud in the sky to disrupt its rays of light coming down over the people's shoulders.

It's such a beautiful day.

You're standing at the home plate sweating bullets, a cold, metal bat held tightly in your trembling hand. You stare bug-eyed at nothing, straight ahead of you. Your heart pounds in your chest, your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. Someone to your side says something, but you don't quite catch it. It may have been your name, in an attempt to grab your attention, but the words fell on deaf ears.

Everything feels so far away.

The pitcher standing some distance away from you, Andy Cullen, gives you a questioning look. He's not in position to be pitching you any balls. You're not in position to be hitting any balls with that bat. You're holding it down at your side with one hand. 

Your eyes come to focus, and the first thing you see is Andy. Staring at you. Something about him looks different. Like his face. You can't read his face.

Something inside of you breaks.

Everything's red now, a blurry mess of red and green and grey and red. There's red. There isn't any red on your softball uniforms.

Sounds of panic and distress rise around you, people calling your name and some more words, over and over again. 

Andy Cullen's pinned beneath you, he's crying and screaming and trying to shield his face from oncoming blows from your metal bat. 

You feel an increasing ache in your arms and in your head. You feel nothing.

It's such a beautiful day.

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santellicious replied to your post: bea should come over to my house and break both of...

do not hit that like

hit that like guys

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@santellicious started following you Greetings! I am Honeybee, a robotic feline with artificial intelligence. And you are?