Stop Calling The Arrested Guy The Shooter. Stop Laundering The Cops' Narrative. The Man Who Was Arrested

today is the best day ever im gonna wear my grogu pjs to school, im making gingerbread houses, and i get to go see moana 2 !!

wanting to go to a cafe: 🎂🍭🩰🍬🕯🎀

it's 6:30 pm: 🦅😬👀👹👿🤬

i got tears in my eyes rn go off coach ben

girl with a backwards hat lezzing out in the woods i said oh im sure

just rewatched shauna's lake hallucination and once again, babygirl can do and kill anything and anyone she wants, every single one of her actions is justified

anyone wanna read the spencer fic that i'm writing on wattpad?

god

raw. next question

pretty please read this gang, i desperately crave feedback

random oc x prince caspian that i decided to write😭 only a couple hundred words, but it's good, i promise

ONCE UPON A DREAM

Sophia was dreaming of Narnia. It was a nightly occurrence, having been so ever since she and the Pevensies tumbled out of the wardrobe after their 15-year rule. Tonight's dream, however, felt different somehow. It wasn't a feeling that could be accurately described with words, but Sophia felt it writhing in her bones.

Her footsteps were all that could be heard in the forest that surrounded her. Until all of a sudden, a second set of footsteps joined hers. She whipped around, spotting a boy next to her. He was her age, with dark brown hair and deep chocolate eyes.

His eyes narrowed at her. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my dream?"

She made a face at him. "I'm Sophia, and it's my dream. Who are you?"

"I'm Caspian, and I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's sleeping right now."

"Well so am I!"

They never figured out whose dream it was. Eventually, they forgot about the dream part altogether and simply explored the woods around them. After what felt like hours Sophia woke up, her head spinning, and her heart pounding.

She neglected to tell the Pevensies about her dream. If there was a reason, she couldn't find it. All the blonde girl knew, was that if this was how her nights were to be spent, she never wanted to wake up.

this is a disgrace

let me make it my own pretty please