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i'm BIGGER than LABUBU!
it's me. demon king of Westerberg High. I know, I know, I'm so awesome. hold onto your horses broskis.
I was bored, so I decided to join this hell of a site. be warned, if any of you fuckers use she/her for me I'm castrating you and dumping you into the fiery pits of hell.
Thank you, my darling subjects!
-Heather Chandler
are you more alpha or omega vibes
I'M THE ALPHA, I'M THE LEADER, I'M THE ONE TO TRUST!
do you wear mascara?
ew, exCUSE me? I wouldn't be caught dead in mascara; that's for girls!
Heather, Are you friendly with Thomas Jefferson?
If so why?
oh, that guy? he's the one who.....had that affair with Ryan Reynolds' wife, right? idk, I wasn't paying attention in history class.
you're the only boy i ever loved
erm....my name isn't Andrew....
were u dropped on ur head as a child
erm, excuse me? I had a perfectly normal childhood, thank you very much. if I'd been dropped on my head as a kid....I'd have gotten concussed as hell!
your hair makes you look like prince charming from shrek
pfffft, you clearly haven't been around here very long! I'm not merely a prince, dude. i am the KING of westerberg. [insert dramatic eye roll]
we need you now more than ever
[dramatic sigh] I suppose I must fulfill my duty to the people of this scummy little school...
So… Watcha think of Veronic?❤️💙
veronica is....okay. rather nerdy for my liking, but he's shaping up to be not as much of a loser. I must admit, his bone structure is pretty nice...
king come back we miss you
maybe I'll arise....if enough people insist....
PLEASE watch this absolutely insane tiktok drama ad I got. every single line is like a slap to the face and there's zero time to breathe between them
ME CORE
eugh, that trench coat is so 1887...
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J.D. ignored that comment at first, she didn't have a care in the world for clothing trends or rudeness. If it was practical and decent, she didn't mind where or when it came from. Besides, it wasn't even a trench coat. It was a duster. There was a difference. If that man-whore couldn't tell the difference between two simple coats then how come he was the authority on fashion?
"Yeah, but it comes handy dandy for a couple of things."
She said, reaching for her pocket and waiting for him to turn around.
Heather glanced over his shoulder.
"What the hell could a crusty ahh trench coat like that do for you??"
"Not just for me, but for all of humanity. Imagine how peaceful the world would be if nobody had to hear you run your mouth again."
J.D. pulled out a revolver out of her colt as soon as she finished her statement, steadily aiming it at Heather.
at the sight of the gun, Heather Chandler let out a girlish squeal and dropped to his knees. "You wouldn't! I have so much left to live for!"
he kept squealing louder and louder every second, his eyes panicked and pleading, his whole body shaking. he started convulsing violently.
"Goddamnit, bitch, I don't even have life insurance!"
he then promptly fainted and hit his head, hard, against a metal locker as he did so.
67 LABUBU!!!!!!
i think i've heard this six or seven times before....
67 LABUBU
what the sigma
eugh, that trench coat is so 1887...
@traffic-light-twink
J.D. ignored that comment at first, she didn't have a care in the world for clothing trends or rudeness. If it was practical and decent, she didn't mind where or when it came from. Besides, it wasn't even a trench coat. It was a duster. There was a difference. If that man-whore couldn't tell the difference between two simple coats then how come he was the authority on fashion?
"Yeah, but it comes handy dandy for a couple of things."
She said, reaching for her pocket and waiting for him to turn around.
Heather glanced over his shoulder.
"What the hell could a crusty ahh trench coat like that do for you??"
Bitch those plaid ass shorts are so ugly
sounds like a you problem, buddy 🙄
how big are you...
in what way 😏
