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Post by KK on Jul 11, 2015 6:54:33 GMT
 I GET DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR YOU
Which is probably why she felt safest at night. If no one knew her - and no one did - she could disguise herself easily in the shadows. The dark matched how she saw her life: in shades of gray. Extreme anxiety and severe bouts of depression ate away who she was, but the night always kept those thoughts away. Phae was alone, but if she allowed herself to believe she was not . . . her mind would never wander. She was an odd, protected creature, and her voice typically cracked from lack of use.
Chilled and poised, Phaedra stood atop the sloping dune. The deserts spoke to her in a way that no other land had. It was so blatantly desolate; it struck a fear in the girl that no other power could. She knew where she wanted to go, despite being enchanted by the gleaming dunes. Phae could smell the salt on the air, an ocean just ahead of her. She was dead tonight. There was a vast land before, but she did not feel its energy.
Underneath each self-deprecating layer, Phaedra was a wild being. If she knew how to unlock the fire still tirelessly churning in her chest, she would do it in a heartbeat. Fierce and intelligent, she was the girl of dreams. When she masked herself, she was sarcastic and quiet and keen. When she was free, she was all of those things but more.
That was why the ocean pulled her so deeply, why the desert whispered so easily - because they were the unabashed wildness that she wished she could be.--------- WHIPSTER. w/ sansa --- this is really weird i'm still trying to figure her out, sorry!!!
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 11, 2015 18:21:52 GMT
SO SAD TO SEE YOU GO WAS KIND OF HOPING THAT YOU'D STAY
But the darkness had been what most invited her here if she would admit it. Sansa likes pretty things and the moon, ocean, sandy beaches... She had to see it for herself. So she dances the last few steps out of the tunnel, ensuing that she does not have to be trapped any longer. The ocean air is not as suffocating as she assumed. It opens her up, let's her freely breathe and sends waves of vibrations through her body as it relaxes and unwinds. Slowly Sansa's anxiety diminishes and she's okay. It's been four minutes since she emerged from the jungle, and now she scans her mismatched eyes over the beachside. Her heart beats slow, until her eyes fall on a figure in the distance. Someone who is staring out at empty waves and contemplating something. Existence, gentility, something bigger than herself. Sansa is in awe because she's never seen someone so poise by their lonesome. This equine is magnetic in the way her hair flirts with her body.
The red girl switches her gaze to the large moon in the sky, cautiously making the decision to step forth and make herself known. There was no use in staring. Sansa was not rude, but rather pleasant. Anyone up at this hour must not be so crazy (this is ironic, isn't it?) — Sansa knows insomnia so well. She knows why she hides in the night time, does this stranger? Do they know why they prefer the night, save the day? The girl sucks in chilled air, a soft smile creasing her face a bit as she walks ever so slowly toward the stranger. She exhaled a small nicker her way, lifting her head a little higher so she wouldn't intimidate anyone. Sansa stops a few away, clears her throat ever so gently. “I heard that she loves the sun, our moon. That's why he sets every night, so she can breathe.”
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Post by KK on Jul 13, 2015 4:41:00 GMT
I GET DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR YOU The curls in Phaedra’s hair caressed her face gently - an odd feature she had, the wild tangle of curls she possessed. An irritated flick of her eyes was the only indication that she noticed her hair floating restlessly about. Four years of its humidified frizzing was enough to ignore it.
She felt unashamedly broken tonight, almost totally unaware of the fact that she was shedding a few tears. Her existence was so utterly lonely, but she insisted on telling herself that she was completely alive in solitude. Phae was alive, in a sense. All she had ever really known was solitariness - she had to find ways to be alive while never understanding the off-putting brush of another’s touch. It was quiet, the way she stood by herself. The girl was peaceful - a serene image of beauty and royalty - but she was not at peace with herself.
A calm settled over the air, save for the perpetual shifting of the ocean. If it was not for the total ease of the untouched island, Phaedra would not have sensed the girl behind her. Desensitized to others, their approaches typically went unacknowledged (and when acknowledged, they were always smooth and kind). The equine smelled of flora and fire, something both tantalizing and terrifying. There was a daring pull in whoever was behind her, but Phae would do everything in her power to resist its call. The buckskin mare was intense, a side effect to every depressive drug and anxious high.
The soft nicker of her fresh companion came as no surprise, but it found a way to leave her muscles tense. She turned her head ever-so-slightly, a brilliant flash of lightning splashing across her eyes. Phaedra almost revealed the storm within, the lava that bubbled faintly within (she was deeply angry, Phae was, but she lived her entire life as a congealed mass of repressed emotions). As quickly as it came, the light was gone - and Phaedra saw the gray and black she always had. Her lips curled into a slight smile.
“I heard that she loves the sun, our moon. That’s why he sets every night, so she can breathe.”
Phae turned abruptly, eyes sparkling with a different light of potency. She felt suddenly attached to this girl, as if she had found an almost exact soul. She was not like the dark man from the other night (questioning, heated, and exhaustive). Phaedra imagined that flowers bloomed behind the voice of her companion, flowers and stars and entire galaxies.
The earth released a deep sigh, and the sand under feet suddenly stopped shifting. Maybe this was an extreme reaction to a simple encounter (after all, she was a recluse), but Phae was not thinking clearly (does she ever?).
Her mouth opened slightly, but it did not twitch into an endearing smile. Instead, she peered into the girl’s eyes with a soft levity, “What a romantic idea.” Phaedra’s voice was soft, a bell ringing faintly in the distance. “I always thought that they were in an ageless war for the sky,” and upon realizing how harsh her words might have sounded, “I like your idea better.”
She looked down at the sand and shifted uncomfortably, already deeply unsettled by her naked speech and strung-out eyes.--------
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 14, 2015 4:39:34 GMT
SO SAD TO SEE YOU GO WAS KIND OF HOPING THAT YOU'D STAY
Sansa assumes that this woman will not mind, and so she takes light steps to take the spot at her side. Mismatched eyes gaze upon the ocean and take in its beauty. This is much different than home. Her parents would've liked the view... Her siblings, too. Parts of her are jaded by the tragedy of it all, and she's lost in thought and absent mindedly chews the corner of her lip. Suddenly the breeze passes and she's awoken from her lucid dream to look to her left where Phaedra is still there, still paying attention. This is real. “I wonder if they are bitter. Through war or love, they'll never win. They will never be together.” And then Sansa looks upon the other woman with questioning, curious and bright eyes. It is as if they've been friends for a lifetime, as if they'd had this conversation a hundred times over.
She exhales a soft laugh, and it's genuine. She likes this woman with no name and doesn't feel conflicted to stay or go. Sansa is pulled in and comfortably leans into the wheat colored sands. “The Gods like to do these things to us.”
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Post by KK on Jul 17, 2015 1:50:56 GMT
I GET DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR YOU Mismatched and untamed, Phaedra’s heart beat with the gentle swaying of the girl’s voice. Each thump was a new beginning - a resounding removal of a cement wall she had ignored her entire life. It was hopeless, what little effort she put into revealing who she truly was. It was hopeless up until she encountered the life-shattering complication of connection.
In the end, Phae had no idea who she was or what she felt. This was spontaneous combustion, a screeching child that tore out her heart and stomped around with it. Everywhere she turned there were alarm bells singing “The Gods Will Punish You.” Yet, she could not - must not - resist the sirens. They were in the eyes of Sansa (beautiful, scintillating creatures with nothing to say other than “REST”). The golden mare felt her heart pound wildly, did nothing as her vision closed around her. Rest, they whispered. Phaedra closed her eyes.
Air relaxed when Sansa gifted it with her laugh. It was easy, enveloping; it was the kind of laugh Phaedra wished she could have. “You could be right.” Slowly, slowly, Phae opens her eyes. The struggle to widen, first one lid and then the other. Only the attentive stature of her Marwari ears indicated her interest. She liked the girl, of course she did, but it was all incredibly overwhelming. She was overreacting, panicking at the thought of actually liking someone - losing her shit over a girl she had just met (was there an underlying self-hatred? could she not handle seeing herself in the ashes of others?).
“I wonder if they are bitter. Through war or love, they’ll never win. They will never be together,” Sansa looks over, laughs (Phaedra’s stomach drops). “The Gods like to do these things to us.”
A brilliant, nearly blinding smile lit up the feather-light girl’s face. Her eyes settled contentedly on her company. She believed in gods (how Phae would revel in the divine)! Gaia was her only queen, only ruler - Gaia was her moon. “I think, if they do love each other, they love unconditionally. They rise and set for each other. That is the purpose of their love: to sacrifice and to be sacrificed. They know nothing else,” her words were strong, the most sincere sentences she had uttered in a millenia. After a long pause, “My name’s Phaedra.”
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 17, 2015 3:22:47 GMT
SO SAD TO SEE YOU GO WAS KIND OF HOPING THAT YOU'D STAY
Sansa feels love in the dark cracks of her mentality. Roses bloomed in her lungs. She looks away from the ocean a second to glance at the other woman, taking even breaths even though her heart is still pumping madly away in her chest. “The ocean could capture my mind if it wanted. I'd do anything it asked.” She says this as if the ocean was a man laying claim on a slave. Sansa says this because she hopes someone can understand what this means. She would dance her last dance and take her last second on earth to command thy Poseidon, he, or whoever ruled the waters around them. Because maybe her religion is wrong. Who knows?
The crimson girl nods absently as Phaedra speaks. She is paying careful attention. In that moment, nothing else exists: She lives for the sound of the ocean breeze and the voice of the other woman. She feels happy. She feels graced by this woman's presence and the words she speaks are wise. Sansa exhales a soft sigh. “What a tragic love story, don't you think? I hope that one day they will rest together.” “My names Phaedra.” Sansa looks at her and blinks. She likes it, it fits all the fibers of her being; the mystical being that she is. She loves this girls smile, she doesn't feel so wrong about giving out her most cherished memory. Her prized possession. Her name has always been her home since she lost hers. “I am Sansa,” the red girl murmurs, her lips pressing closer to the other woman's face so she can speak, she's being strangled. “It's very nice to meet you, Phaedra. Your name is so pretty.”
She flutters her lashes, eyes lighting up, she exhales a gentle giggle toward her new friend and she sighs, over exaggerated and dreamy. “Have you ever seen a shooting star?”
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Post by KK on Jul 18, 2015 5:38:03 GMT
I GET DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR YOU Intensely driven by the whirring of her chest, Phaedra shifted quickly in the soft sand. The night spun around her, swirling into epic purples and blues and yellows. She was obsessed with its light, with the way that the stars dribbled paint across her eyes. Phae was nothing more than dripping artwork, a canvas splattered with the screaming remnants of an artist’s waning mind. She felt as if her moon were drifting in and out of existence, as if Gaia was tugging her only friend from her side.
Maybe this was how life was supposed to go - how the Gods played them so! - with girls that spoke softly and nights that ebbed away. They were scribbles of darkness and splashes of light, galaxies and space and universes. Phaedra and Sansa were Fear and Loathing, Joy and Contentedness, Pain and Regret. They were one extreme and then another, both tied to some anchor they had no idea was inside of them. She could feel the line between their minds. When one swayed away, the other swayed with them. It was an endless, body-snatching drag. Phaedra no longer belonged to herself - no, she was no longer herself - she was owned by the sparkle of her companion and the howling of the moon.
“The ocean could capture my mind if it wanted. I’d do anything it asked.” Phaedra nodded. There was no question - she understood, she accepted.
A sly glance and sharp thought pass by as Sansa sighs. Phaedra turns ever-so-slightly to attention. “What a tragic love story, don’t you think? I hope that one day they will rest together.” Pain wells up in Phae’s eyes. She feels - she feels and it is the most refreshing, screeching, wrenching thing she had ever done. All she wanted was for her moon to be happy. “I am Sansa,” the flame girl says, a gift (a sacred text, the Golden Rule to a faded religion).
Suddenly, her mouth - and it was not like any other, so close and so terrifying - her mouth was within a tight proximity. Afraid, terribly afraid and unable to breathe, Phaedra begs Gaia for some form of relief. “It’s very nice to meet you, Phaedra. Your name is so pretty.” She wanted to kiss the compliment from Sansa’s lips. It wasn’t a desire she had ever felt before, nor was she sure it was romantic. It simply was. It burrowed into Phaedra’s mind and waited to be watered (she would encourage it, subconsciously, wonder what her mouth tasted like).
“Have you ever seen a shooting star?” eyes exactly like shooting stars, Sansa asks as if she had never been more excited. She SCREAMS, OH! I’m in love! - but it was different (some kind of affection, some kind of need to latch onto a similar soul, some kind of love but what kind of love). Phaedra smiles, lips curled even through the child throwing a temper tantrum in her mind.
Voice strong, eyes light, “I think you’re a shooting star.” Some kind of ironic, some kind of joke - she was playing, how strange. “But no, I don’t think I have. Have you?”OMG BYEEEEEEE I LOVE THEM WHIPSTER.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 18, 2015 16:14:01 GMT
SO SAD TO SEE YOU GO WAS KIND OF HOPING THAT YOU'D STAY
She feels relief when the others eyes scream acceptance. She does not feel so alone right then, actually her heart is almost whole for this second in time. All those miles of running and she had found a diamond amongst rocks, someone who deserves her time. They are not lovers: Phaedra and Sansa are merely two strings of the same soul. Maybe they had been lovers passed, maybe they've spent years and years ( decades, an eternity ) trying to find one another. And maybe it was those years passed that dulled their love into something less physical, but purely mental. Sansa finds her voice, she is straightforward. “I have wild thoughts about you. You've made me question my faith without speaking,” but her eyes are not skeptical. They are wide and curious, ever-changing. Her lip twitches into a small smile, she shrugs. “I think feeling this way is normal. Do you feel it, too?”
And then Phaedra says something that makes her melt into the chilling sand, something that means so much to her. “I think you're a shooting star.”
It takes three minutes for things to change. Sansa can feel the other woman's anxiety as it rises, burns, and slowly turns to ash. The crimson girl wants to wrap herself up beside Phaedra and kiss her cheeks until any worry fades. It's a deeper problem, they are still so very different.
Sansa stops chewing the side of her lip as soon as she tastes blood. Her eyes look over the ocean wearily, she feels tired but she is happy. “That is a very generous thing for you to say to me,” Sansa whispers to the other woman, smiling, it's genuine but weak. Her eyes are screaming: let me suffer with you. Let me suffer for you. Share with me what you share with your mother Moon, show me Gaia's essence. The girl doesn't understand where the Mother Earth had come to play, but she has heard of her worship. She knows little, but enough. Gaia is the mother of All to some. “Oh, yes, Phae!” she exclaims, suddenly excitement coursing through her as she collects the memory from the back of her mind. “It still leaves me star struck. I see them sometimes... To be honest, I haven't looked up much since I got to Tathra.” Sansa is ashamed of this.
She realizes ( silently, brooding, a hurricane starting in the pit of her stomach— ) that she is no shooting star. Comparing, she is the bits of stardust. Sansa is still looking attentively to Phae, who is always blissfully lost in thought as well. She tosses her head up, auburn curls bouncing against her blazing skin. A smile is now stretching farther on her face, Sansa pushes the darkness away. There is no anger.
“I've seen death before. Heard it louder, too. Is it this peaceful, my Phae?”
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Post by KK on Jul 22, 2015 7:56:43 GMT
I GET DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR YOU “I have wild thoughts about you. You’ve made me question my faith without speaking. I think feeling this way is normal. Do you feel it to?” It didn’t matter that Sansa was shattering every mirror in Phaedra’s eyes; it didn’t matter that Phaedra registered every word that her soulmate had spoken - with every syllable, Sansa faded away. Her voice drifted into a netherland part of Phae’s mind, a quiet place reserved for reflection.The golden girl thought, Today is the day that my heart begins to break. And then she thought, I have never been broken.
What did it feel like? She wanted to know how her bones would feel while aching after another; she wanted to be familiar with the cold touch of a lover’s loneliness; she wanted to her body to scream and writhe under the pressure of another’s grasp. What did it feel like? she would ask. All she could muster were these words, endless sentences of emotions she had only ever heard whispers of. They were not what she wanted (rhetorical questions, pretty diction, pained stuttering). Her void body wanted to be known. Phaedra couldn’t remember what it felt like to be wanted, to be touched so gently she could cry.
Stuck in reverie, Phae swayed.
“That is a very generous thing for you to say of me,” Sansa murmured, her lilac voice gently calling Phaedra back to life. What were they? God’s fallen children? Blackened angels drawn by the stardust within them? She lifts the lids of her eyes lazily, first one drifts open and then the other. She was interested, but exhausted - both excited and drained by their encounter.
Though attentive in spirit, Phae feared that she was fading. Her heart slowed down. The girl watches Sansa with easy, affectionate eyes - which is why her exclamation left her so startled. “Oh, yes, Phae!” Phae? Since when did anyone ever call her Phae? “It still leaves me star struck. I see them sometimes . . . To be honest, I haven’t looked up much since I got to Tathra.”
It didn’t matter that Sansa was ashamed, that her head drooped. Phaedra felt no condescension, no need to scold her companion. In fact, she was rejuvinized, each single fiber of her being was screaming to touch Sansa (just once). No longer did she need to know what it felt like to kiss her, she knew. Images of a past life or future opportunities swirled behind her eyes - Sansa was yellow and peach and deep space blue. Everything made sense, all confusing and yet all pleasing simultaneously. Phae thought she really was in love.
“I’ve seen death before. Heard it louder, too. Is it always this peaceful, my Phae?” her somber words grounded Phaedra once again.
She turned to Sansa, eyes suddenly roiling and dark. They were nose-to-nose, tantalizingly close. “Something died within me today, when I met you. It was not peaceful; it did not want to die. But, what I feel right now, what this is - in this moment - this is peaceful,” she turned away again, stared at the stars. “Death loves no one,” she said, barely audible, “it spares no one. We must find peace in that.”
WHIPSTER. this feels weird and all over the place but omg i still love them
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 27, 2015 17:57:29 GMT
SO SAD TO SEE YOU GO WAS KIND OF HOPING THAT YOU'D STAY
The direwolf is churning inside her belly, rumbling into her chest as it tries to remind her of her life outside of their little bubble. No, Sansa is not bold enough in that moment to steal a kiss. She feels foolish for even dreaming of it.
Her lips purse as Phaedra speaks, but her ears flicker attentively, all the while her heart was suddenly sliced open, strewn across the warm sand. Her mismatched eyes flash with pain as she hears her friend. “Something died within me today, when I met you ...” There is a rush of uncontrollable emotions. The crimson doe reels her head away, but it is slow, agonizingly so. “But, what I feel right now ...” Sansa begins to choke. On the outside she is composed, watching closely, keeping a comfortable distance from Phaedra's lips, she wants to kiss the life back into her if that's what it would take. And then her heart is released from the sadness. Her friend feels peaceful, right this second, right now and this pleases the red girl.
Sansa suck in a breath, finally able to do so. She does not feel like she is supposed to suffer. It was an episode, the anger and fear of not being enough, so easily triggered and yet ... More easily fixed than you would think. Phaedra replies, finding peace in death, and like the hurricane she was, Sansa is sobered. She sighs into the breeze, making the decision to move closer, snake her body against Phae's and offer support. She can feel the exhaustion, too, as it tries to tuck her thoughts away for the night.
It's like your first crush. Where you can't take a second to not think about them, they are so beautiful to you and every single second spent hearing them talk is a step closer to knowing everything. Sansa lets her lips trail Phaedra's cheek, nibbling the ends of her forelock. “I find peace in you,” she says, matter of factly, a small grin curling up the corners of her maw. “Will you take a nap with me, Phaedra?” Sansa's voice has been reduced to barely above a whisper. She leans her curves into fit perfectly against her companions, head tucking into her neck. She was whirling with emotions -
Happiness, love, hope, alls she could ever ask for.
But fear was hot in her eyes. She did not want to scare Phaedra by being so close. Did not want to offend her if she did not feel the flames between their fingertips when they touched. Sansa is fading faster now, the blackout shorting her last sentence. It's not even a whisper anymore, she's fighting to speak, “tonight ... What if I ... what if you are what ...” Her eyes close. Sansa stands there, no thought, void of anything but the trap her mental state was in. It was a sleep that felt like forever. It lasts a minute — maybe two — but her lids flutter, inky lashes brushing against Phaedra's skin.
“Mmmm ... cuddle time?” Sansa mumbles sleepily, she wants nothing more than this
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Post by KK on Aug 6, 2015 4:50:20 GMT
THE GARDENS WERE BLESSED BY THE GODS OF ME AND YOU WE HEADED WEST FOR TO FIND OURSELVES SOME TRUTH Phaedra, in all of the years of her life, had never felt as powerfully as she did when she was with Sansa. There was something incredible about their relationship. Phae could not quite put a name to it, but she could sense its power rushing headlong through her veins. There was no turning back from the mess she had created - and this was a beautiful disaster, she was sure of it. Sansa was a thunderstorm just beginning to crackle overhead, and the golden girl was in love with the fraying feeling it gave her.
An overwhelming sensation of panic permeated the air. It left almost as immediately as it arrived. Phaedra was exhausted by the tremorous rise and fall of their interaction.
Tired and utterly unraveled, the girl continued to sway. Phae was drained and completely without boundaries. She turned her head to Sansa with dreamy eyes, forever wandering in misty thoughts and pastel daydreams. Her mouth was turned upward in a soft smile, not quite real but . . . real, all the same. She was happy, she realized. Contentedness being such a foreign emotion, Phaedra could not recognize it when it enveloped her. She was so entirely wrapped in warm thoughts and sparkling twilight that she did not realize her heart had stopped pounding wildly in her chest. Everything slowed, from the blood thrumming in her veins to the vibrations spiralling erratically down her spine. Reality was no longer real. Her mind, now overloaded, began to dissociate. Phaedra would remember, of course she would, but it might be different in the morning.
As the whirring of her mind began to quiet, so did Sansa. The relax into each other, all of their curves fitting together as if they were molded for this very moment. The satisfaction sank deep into Phaedra’s bones. At this very moment, she was no longer at war. The incessant buzzing stopped. She could no longer smell the stench of perpetual battle. Her face slackened, drooped into slow happiness.
Sansa’s lips trailed lazily over Phae’s cheek. As unwound as she was, she didn’t mind. Sansa’s kisses felt deliciously warm, a form of kindness that the golden girl hadn’t felt since . . . god knows when. Her need for affection was desperate, but the desire only bubbled gently beneath the surface. There was no upset of balance here; in fact, there was a hole being steadily (and determinedly) filled. Phaedra briefly thought about the fire of wholeness, considered it and tossed it aside for the heat she was dreaming in. Sansa nibbled at the end of her forelock, the intensity of her breathe sending short spouts of alertness through Phae. She was very sure of her attraction and incredibly afraid of what it was doing to her - yet another emotion she brushed aside for later consideration.
“I find peace in you. Will you take a nap with me, Phaedra?” Sansa tucked her head into Phae’s neck. They were both smiling, fading in and out of a mystery existence they would never be able to explain.
“Tonight . . . What if I . . . what if you are what . . .” and she was diving faster now, falling.
Too late, they were both slipping into the hands of something unforgiving. There was no gentle drifting back - no, it was far too late for the both of them. Phaedra and Sansa were both so dearly entangled with each other that there was no clear beginning and end. In the few moments that they had, they were one (drunk on love and exhaustion and thickening heat). Phaedra would wake up with a hangover; Phaedra would remember, and she would need to understand.
“Mmm . . . cuddle time?” Sansa was now just barely audible. They were both gone, floating endlessly into an abyss of wine and late afternoon naps.
OMG  WTF I LOVE THEM WHIPSTER. also sorry for the wait :c
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Aug 8, 2015 13:45:52 GMT
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