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[color=#e5e5e5]kayla smith[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]Kayla gave a start. "I didn't know you were awake." she whispered. "Yeah, of course you can."
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[color=#e5e5e5]michael clifford[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]Michael blinked in surprise. "Alright." he said. "What made you think of that?"
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[justify][font=georgia][color=white]i mean Luke's dick is probably the same size as a treebranch does that work
this is he second day in a row that I've had a delay
*thanks satan*
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[color=#87CEFA]camilla ollivander||ravenclaw||sixth year||16||pureblood[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"Promise." Camilla repeated, looking down with a smile.
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[color=#8cdd81]michael clifford||slytherin||sixth year||17||pureblood[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"I'm punk rock." Michael mumbled, but didn't say anything else. "You're cute, though."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom: -11px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]FRANKIE WOLF[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 600px; height: 210px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/Supqj1n.jpg);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 20px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]"I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK, AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME"[/shadow][color=black]
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 400px;][color=#f9f1dc]Frankie was walking around the perimeter of the cabin, absolutely bored out of her mind. He had been planning on stealing something; what, she don't know. All she knew was that her fingers were absolutely begging to be around something that didn't belong to her. But she was pretty sure that Alexa had gone out and she decided to wait for another time.
As she walked, she reflected on how much her life had changed. She had been spending her time here for just a few months but had been away from him for a year. It wasn't all that hard to find her, honestly. She was barely a three hours drive from her original home. But her mother probably hadn't pressed the police very hard. Not that she cared. She liked where she was and was content with life.
Frankie reached the door to her safe haven and she pushed it open, just in time to hear the last bit if the other two's conversation. "Alexa went out to go steal something, I think."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom: -11px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]FRANKIE WOLF[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 600px; height: 210px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/Supqj1n.jpg);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 20px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]"I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK, AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME"[/shadow][color=black]
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 320px;][color=#f9f1dc]Frankie jumped up on the counter, not even bothering to pull up a chat. She shrugged off her faded military jacket and folded it over her lap, kicking her combat-boot clad feet a little. "That's great." she smiled. She had alway admired people's confidence, even after bad things happened.
((I'm on my phone so sorry for bad spelling or if I'm not writing much))
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom: -11px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]FRANKIE WOLF[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 600px; height: 210px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/Supqj1n.jpg);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 20px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]"I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK, AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME"[/shadow][color=black]
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 11px trebuchet ms; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 320px;][color=#f9f1dc]Frankie nodded in agreement. She knew how much it sucked to not know about someone you loved; where there were, how they were doing, if they were alive or not...It was definitely something she would never wish on anyone. But she assumed that Arabella wanted to go out and just have fun; then again, Frankie never liked assuming. She liked being surprised. "So what are we doing?" she asked, pleased that she was going along.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom: -11px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]FRANKIE WOLF[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 600px; height: 210px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/Supqj1n.jpg);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 20px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]"I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK, AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME"[/shadow][color=black]
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 11px trebuchet ms; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 320px;][color=#f9f1dc]Frankie nodded and reached into the pocket in her jacket and pulled out her fake i.d., twirling it in her fingers. She hopped off of the counter and followed the other two, pulling on her jacket. She always kept her most important stuff in the pockets, like any money she had or something of value, although the jacket itself was the only thing she needed.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom: -11px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]FRANKIE WOLF[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 600px; height: 210px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/Supqj1n.jpg);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-style: italics; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 20px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: CENTER;][color=white][shadow=black,left]"I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK, AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME"[/shadow][color=black]
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 11px trebuchet ms; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 320px;][color=#f9f1dc]((I'll be babysitting for a while so I won't be on))
Frankie jumped in the car first, but didn't take the passenger seat. She never liked sitting up in the front.
Frankie
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[justify][font=georgia][color=white]SCREAMING BC A GIRL IN THEATER DIDNT KNOW WHAT FEMINISM IS IM
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[justify][font=georgia][color=white]5SOS
I never see too many people on here asking for 5sos threads so I always get excited when i do.
I have a plot if your interested and don't mind playing a boy for me if I play Luke?
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[justify][font=georgia][color=white]oh my god
it's the most important thing to be educated on especially if you're a woman
in a nutshell it's gender equality. fighting sexism and all that. it's a hugely broad topic so I can't tell you everything about it so it's best to go on the feminism hashtag on Instagram or twitter or tumblr
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★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 320px;][color=#f9f1dc]Frankie watched the sword fight with intense interest, all her attention focused on the way the blades clashed and the muscles rippled. Not because she liked to gawk at guys working out, but because she was watching to figure out how they fought, so it could help her in when it was her turn to fight; which was after these two were done. She loved the feeling of a sword in her hand; she remembered before leaving to come here her father let her try his. She wanted to learn how to fight, how to become strong.
She was tired of people saying that she couldn't fight because she was a girl- how stupid was that? She was just as capable as a boy and wouldn't stand to be treated differently because she had two lumps of fat on her chest.
When she noticed one of the boys beginning to falter, she mentally cheered him on to keep going. He could show up the other if he had enough drive.
((I'll post with my male later, I'm not quite sure how to jump in with him))
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[color=#e5e5e5]kayla smith[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]Kayla nodded, a bit nervous about being alone in the dark at two in the morning. It was an irrational fear, honestly, but one she couldn't get over for some reason. She sat up and leaned against the wall, waiting anxiously for him to come back.
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[color=#e5e5e5]michael clifford[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]Michael scoffed. "What a jerk. Who wouldn't want to go get breakfast with you?" He asked. "You're absolutely adorable when you wake up and you're all sleepy." he told her, kissing her nose.
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[color=#87CEFA]camilla ollivander||ravenclaw||sixth year||16||pureblood[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]Camilla blushed furiously and looked at her hands. "Th-thanks." she stuttered.
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[color=#8cdd81]michael clifford||slytherin||sixth year||17||pureblood[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"You're right, you're not cute." Michael nodded slightly. "You're adorable."
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[color=#e5e5e5]kayla smith[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]Kayla immediately cuddled up to him once he got back in the room, tucking her head under his chin so that her forehead was resting on his chest. She listened to him talk, lost in his voice. "What are-oh." she blushed, shifting her head slightly to look up at him. Her voice definitely didn't have any disappointment in it, that was for sure.
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[color=#e5e5e5]michael clifford[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]Michael laughed a bit. "Nah, I'm just tired. I don't try to be mean." he defended himself. "And you're wrong. I just like listening to you talk, that's why I never say anything in the morning." he giggled.
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[color=#87CEFA]camilla ollivander||ravenclaw||sixth year||16||pureblood[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"Uh." Camilla laughed nervously. "Well, you're the only person who's ever called me cute, so probably."
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[color=#8cdd81]michael clifford||slytherin||sixth year||17||pureblood[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"No I'm not." Michael whined. He was about to say something else when there was a sudden uproar in the stands; Gryffindor caught the snitch. He was so into Hannah he forgot about the game.
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[justify][font=georgia][color=white]the idea is a bit specific, so if you don't like it or wanna change, I totally get that c:
so basically it's a non-famous au and they're all in a mental hospital for some reason or another and they go to group therapy together and get crushes in each other and cute stuff
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[color=#e5e5e5]kayla smith[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"I can see that it's dark. Well, not really see. But whatever." she laughed softly. "I'm still in my jeans." she realized out loud. Kayla had fallen asleep without even planning on staying at Ashton's overnight.
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[color=#e5e5e5]michael clifford[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"I love you like that." Michael hummed. "Except probably more."
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[color=#87CEFA]camilla ollivander||ravenclaw||sixth year||16||pureblood[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]((skip to the next day?))
Camilla watched Ashton with a smile on her face. No one had really ever complimented her that much, and she liked it.
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[color=#8cdd81]michael clifford||slytherin||sixth year||17||pureblood[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"Nah. We can still hang out today." Michael promised. "C'mon, let's get out before it gets too crowded." he said, grabbing her hand and dragging her down and off of the bleachers.
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[color=#e5e5e5]kayla smith[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"I don't think you own a shirt that doesn't have holes." Camilla giggled. She rolled over and turned on the bedside light, quickly closing her eyes at the sudden brightness.
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[color=#e5e5e5]michael clifford[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; text-align: justify; font: 10px georgia; color: white; overflow: auto; width: 475px;][color=#f9f1dc]"Ow." Michael whined, pushing her off of him playfully. "Meanie." he huffed.
