GUYS. NOW!!!
ITS TOMORROW
(also, I'ma just @ all some people who might care :>)
@hammyham-o-o @johnlaurensstuff @johnlaurenstheturtlelover @johnlaurensgayass @johnlaurensadmirer-johnsenpaiowo @johnlaurensdeservesbetter
ILY HAMMYHAM-O-O 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🧡
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today is the only day you can reblog this
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You’re my favorite blog with an amazing costume and stellar art, so I hope to bestow upon you the small pleasure of asking you:
Trick or treat?
Thank you very much! I'm incredibly honoured to be your favourite blog! I know this is late but please accept this treat, happy belated Halloween!
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Tuesday, October 3rd.
On this day, 19 years ago, Aaron Samuels turned to the desk behind him and asked its occupant, young Cady Heron, what day it was. She smiled softly, and her eyes illuminated—the day, she diligently explained, was October 3rd. Things were never to be the same.
On Wednesdays they would wear pink. Losers would get in and go shopping. Moms were no longer just regular—they were cool now. The barriers were drawn between those who could sit with us and those who could not. On the same date in 1911 (or, some say, 1910) the Elrics set fire to their old family home, and the date was to be inscribed on the inside of Edward Elric's State Alchemist pocket watch. And whatever you do, do not have sex. Following the events of October 3rd, you will get pregnant, and let's just say you do not want to know what comes next.
Hint: instant, terrible death. Happy October 3rd x
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