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why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?
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The gentleman I'm with is one of my patients, he did it too! 98 year young.
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3.17 | “Strength in numbers.”
4.02 | “Safety in numbers.”
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If you don’t know what a VSCO girl is then i can’t explain this to you but here ya’ll go
Wynonna sighed as Nicole waved her over. It was her day off, couldn’t a girl have one day to herself dedicated to nothing but booze and Netflix? Plus Nicole had been annoying her more than usual lately, something about the full moon made things get hairy between them. “What do you want, fuckass?”
Nicole rolled her eyes. “Nice to see you too.”
“Get to the point.”
“Doc’s trapped in Shorty’s with a revenant. Apparently it takes the shape of a blonde teenage girl and speaks in foreign tongues.”
The brunette quirked an eyebrow. This was probably just another case of Doc being scared by teenagers, but she’d take a crack at it anyway. She grabbed her gun and flew out the door, leaving an eye rolling Nicole behind.
The run there was only a few minutes, she hoped Doc hadn’t gotten too terrified by all the vine references by the time she crept inside. She heard screaming coming from the basement. Doc’s screaming.
“Alright, Blondie,” she growled as she made her way down the steps, “square up!”
Her jaw dropped. In front of her was what appeared to be a fifteen year old girl, hair in a messy bun, bloodied hydroflask in hand, and scrunchies running up both forearms. This is what she was fighting? She looked in the corner to find Doc tied up by his wrists to the wall, blood running down his forehead. He seemed more irritated than in pain, so Wynonna figured him to be fine until she could handle the monstrosity in front of her.
The teen crossed her arms, her grip tightening around her hydroflask. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I would say your worst nightmare but,” Wynonna shrugged, “appears to me that would be sold out 1D tickets.”
“You must be the heir. Attitude, plastic user… oh my god! No scrunchie! SKSKSKSKSK, here, girl, take mine!” She tossed one at her face, to which Wynonna let bounce off her cheek and hit the ground. “I’m Brittney by the way!”
“What the…”
“And I oop! You didn’t want it?”
Doc rolled his eyes. “Wynonna! Just grab a straw from upstairs!”
“A straw?” Before she even had time to contemplate it, she was smacked upside the head with a metal hydroflask. “OW! Fuck!”
“Save the turtles, you BITCH!”
Then it hit Wynonna. VSCO. This revenant was a damn VSCO girl. Before Brittney had time to contemplate anything, Wynonna dashed up the steps, starting a chase. She grabbed a straw from behind the bar and held it out, watching the demon hit the ground. “Wow… like Superman with Kryptonite.” Wynonna laughed to herself, cocked Peacemaker and said, “Make your peace, and take the scrunchie with you.”
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X-MEN: DARK PHOENIX (2019)
dir. Simon Kinberg
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