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knightofleo · 2 years
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“Love, Your Reigning Queen, in Seat 1A, First Class”
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travalicious · 5 months
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♎ September 24th: RPDR All Star, Chi Chi DeVayne.
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RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE | SEASON 8 (2016)
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Kennedy Davenport Thorgy Thor
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ptlxser · 1 year
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so im cat sitting for a friend and they live in the same building as thorgy thor (from rupauls drag race) and i can hear them playing the violin from a floor down and damn they are good i wanna go be friends with them so badly
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georgierre · 2 years
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Bob carries Thorgy to Tia’s booth at DragCon!
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I hope you like crying because.... wow.
still begging for that album of just them vibing
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sntg · 2 years
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not only is bob the best winner but she also has the best chemistry with the rest of the queens
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Every time Republicans fail to elect a Speaker of the House, the emotion it sparks can only be described as this:
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knightofleo · 2 years
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“I’m not really a huge P!nk fan…”
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Will You Make Me Believe? 2/? (Group Fic) - Candy Cane
A/N: thank u again to veronica and grinder for beta'ing and motivating me!!! i hope you all enjoy this second chapter <333
Story Summary:
After ten years of the government taking down major cities, the collapse of Chicago is devasting for the Rebellion in New York and the Resistance in Las Vegas. They are trying to fight back, but things get complicated when the leader of the Rebellion disappears. Bob goes looking for her and instead makes two new friends, Kim and Naomi.
When the three friends return to New York, they learn that Sasha and Peppermint went off looking for Bob weeks ago. With a new goal in mind, Bob sets out with a team of her most trusted to track down her friends. But there’s a much darker truth waiting for them in the Outside. 
The Night Chicago Fell
New York City, N.Y.
  The Rebellion had been tracking the Feds’ next move for months, yet they never could have been prepared for what happened that night. Their tip said they had at least another three months before Chicago was taken down, and foolishly, the entirety of the Rebellion had believed it. The Rebellion had even contacted the southwestern-based Resistance to share the information and their plans for preventing the collapse. There was so much riding on this tip. 
  Trust was not something that came easily in this age of collapsing cities, but they had trusted their source, and that was something Bob would forever regret. Sure, the possibility that said source was actually a double agent had crossed her mind, how could it not? Their secret tipper wasn’t someone Bob had ever met. But Bianca trusted them, and that had been enough. Bianca had never brought up the idea of the agent being a mole, and Bob had a million other things to take care of. Somehow, it all just slipped away. That would forever be a regret. 
  Bob was on the balcony of the Rebellion’s headquarters, an unreasonably expensive townhouse, with Thorgy when the Chicago bombings started. It was a usual night for them, Thorgy was sipping on a glass of red wine while Bob ranted about the latest thing that was bothering her. That night, she happened to be particularly annoyed about the crowded bedrooms. Living with a dozen people created a laundry list of problems for her to complain about and she had no shame in doing so, and Thorgy found Bob’s stress to be hilarious. A win-win for both of them.
  Laila frantically swung the glass balcony door open. Bob and Thorgy turned around abruptly, and they were met with big, fearful eyes. Bob immediately knew what the problem was, but she still asked, because she still held onto hope that they hadn’t run out of time. 
  “What’s going on?” 
  “It’s Chicago,” Laila said, panting for breath from having run up three flights of stairs, “You need to go talk to Bianca.” 
  No one had to tell her twice. She ran past Laila, went through the bedroom, and down the stairs as fast as she could manage. Dread filled up every bone in her body and terror coursed through her veins. 
  Bob barreled into the living room full of people, but was paralyzed by the images on the TV screen. She had seen it all before, everyone in the room had. All of them had lived through some horrible event or another in the last ten years. 
  No, watching Chicago collapse underneath itself in real-time wasn’t what hurt her so deeply. It was the knowledge that she could have prevented this. 
  She could have stopped the bombs falling from the sky, the buildings being blown to smithereens, the people running, the people falling, the people dying. She felt sick and subconsciously reached out to hold the hand of the person she was standing closest to, who happened to be her younger sister, Monet. Monet was the only reassurance Bob had, and she would gladly take whatever comfort Mo could give her.
  All the members of the Rebellion stayed in the small room to watch Chicago crumble and fall. All of the news and camera crews getting the footage were slowly taken out, either by debris or the bombs themselves. The broadcasts would only last twenty minutes. They’d watch these people continue to fight to do their jobs, even as everyone died around them. It set a fire in her heart. 
  Monet looked at Bob with total shock, “We should have gone to Chicago earlier.”
  Bob nodded stiffly, “Yeah.”
   “What… What do we do now?” Monet asked, her voice quivering.
  And wasn’t that the million-dollar question? Months of research, organization, and planning had been ruined in less than an hour, all because of a bad tip. Now all those people were either dead or trapped, with only TV static left to commemorate them. 
  Bob squeezed her sister’s hand, then squeezed past the crowd of people around the TV as she marched to the front of the room to where Bianca was standing in the corner, arms crossed over her chest and whispering to Sasha. Bob was angry, and she was not afraid of letting Bianca know it. 
  “Bianca,” Bob snapped, planting herself between Bianca and Sasha, “How in this fucked up world was our tip off by months?” 
  Bianca grimaced, and refused to look Bob in her eyes, “I wish I knew.”
  “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Bob asked angrily.
  “What else am I supposed to say? We were too fucking late, that’s the long and short of this whole mess,” Bianca said. While her expression was as stoic as ever, her voice still carried remorse. 
  Sasha rested her hand on Bob’s shoulder comfortingly, a kind and sympathetic gesture that Bob appreciated. Understandably enough, they were all tense.
  Sasha looked at Bianca with disapproval, “That much is obvious, Bianca. Emotions are high for all of us right now, maybe we should wait until tomorrow to discuss this further.” 
  Bianca sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Yeah, probably.” 
  Bob glared at both of them, “Wait? Wait?! Are you fucking with me? Waiting is why Chicago just collapsed! If we hadn’t waited, then maybe those millions of people would still be alive right now.” 
  “We don’t even know if our plan would’ve worked. It wasn’t guaranteed and you know that,” Bianca argued. 
  “We could’ve at least tried!” Bob stressed, tears welling up in her eyes, “We just- We had a chance.”
  Bianca, in an uncharacteristic moment of sympathy, hugged Bob tightly, “I know. We just have to be ready for next time. We won’t let this happen again.”
  Bob melted into the shorter woman’s embrace and allowed herself to shed a few tears. There was so much more that she wanted to say, but she would never be able to. Bob knew that Bianca was hurting just as much as she was, even if it was in a different way. Things hadn’t been the same for any of them since Courtney had… Well…
  Even though Bob didn’t personally know anyone in that city, it didn’t matter. People still died, lives were still destroyed, and she would mourn all of them. Parents, children, grandparents, aunts, uncles, siblings, even fucking pets… They were all real people who deserved to be grieved, they deserved to be missed, and they deserved to be remembered. 
  “We better not,” Bob whispered, pulling away from Bianca.
  Sasha cleared her throat, awkwardly reminding the other two of her presence, “I’m going to go talk to some of the others.” 
  Bob nodded and watched her as she went over to Monet. When Bob looked back to Bianca, there was a darkness in her eyes. Bob hadn’t seen her look so tired and sad in years. It served as a reminder that all of them were being pushed to a breaking point. Bianca always came off so strong, or at least apathetic, that seeing her facade crack for even a second was surprising. 
  Bianca gestured for Bob to follow her, and the two quickly left the room. Bob didn’t know what Bianca could possibly want to say in private, but she was curious to find out. Bianca led Bob into the dining on the other side of the townhouse, basically as far away from everyone else as they could get. 
  “Bianca,” Bob started gently, “What-” Bianca whipped her head around, horror painted over her face, “I fucked up.”
  Bob took a step back, confused and scared, “What do you mean?”
  “I fucked up,” Bianca whispered, her voice hoarse while tears dripped down her cheeks. 
  Bob wrapped her arms around herself, unsure of how to comfort her friend, “We got a bad tip, that’s not your fault.”
  Bianca closed her eyes and inhaled shakily, “You have… no idea.”
  “I know that we tried, I know that our supplies are limited, and I know that we’re just gonna have to do better next time,” Bob said with all the confidence she could muster up in the moment. She didn’t know what the fuck Bianca was talking about, and she didn’t care to find out either. They were all trying to cope with the fall of Chicago. 
  “She would be so pissed,” Bianca murmured, and it hit Bob that this was about so much more than just Chicago. 
  “No, she would be proud we’re still trying,” Bob argued. In fact, she could practically hear Courtney’s voice in her head going on about the ‘fighting spirit.”
  Bianca didn’t seem convinced though, she just shook her head and shrunk in on herself. 
  Bob sighed, “We can’t change what happened, you know that, but we can figure out how to do better.”
  Bianca was silent for several seconds, then the grief and remorse on her face melted away to be replaced by a dead stare that Bob had grown accustomed to from her.
  “Right… yeah,” Bianca muttered.
  Bob gave her a tentative smile, “Alright, I’m gonna go find my sister. Maybe you should take an early night tonight.”
  “Maybe,” Bianca repeated. 
  Bob squeezed Bianca’s shoulder one last time, and against her better judgement left Bianca alone in the dining room. Bianca could handle herself, she had been for several years now, and Bob knew she preferred to be left alone. She wished she could say something to make Bianca feel better, but there was nothing to say at that point. Hopefully, things really would start looking up for them soon.
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  Present Day
New York City, N.Y.
  Bob leans over the dining room table as she examines her maps, notes, and supply lists spread out before her, her mind running a million miles an hour as she considers the best plan of action. Kim and Naomi sit down across from her, each wearing an apprehensive expression. She knows they want to help her find Sasha and Peppermint, and she will not take that for granted, but it’s still hard for her to ignore their inexperience. 
  Betty, Thorgy, and Laila are in the next room over, definitely in an attempt to eavesdrop on their plans and on the two newbies. Bob would chastise them, except she doesn’t want to draw more attention to Kim and Naomi than she already has by bringing them here. There were no other options, though. None of them had the money for the two girls to stay at a hotel, and Bob certainly didn’t want to leave them alone in New York after the disaster that was getting here in the first place. 
  Bob looks up at them tiredly and passes her map to Naomi, “According to our runner, Sasha and Pep were last seen 5 miles south-west of Chicago.”
  “They got that close to the city?” Naomi asks, clearly impressed. She narrows her eyes at the marks on the map, and Bob wishes she knew what Naomi is thinking.
  Kim hums thoughtfully, “That wouldn’t be too far from the train station though, and it’s easier to follow the track than just wander.”
  “Sure, but that also means they could be anywhere by now. They’ve been traveling for a while now,” Naomi points out worriedly. 
  Bob shakes her head, “They’re still going to be close to the area, runner said they were headed north.”
  Kim frowns, “North? The only thing north of Chicago is Milwaukee, and Milwaukee… Well…”
  “What’s wrong with Milwaukee?” Bob asks, almost surprised by Kim’s hesitance.
  “It’s not exactly that, uh, likable,” Kim explains, trying her best to not be too cruel about the city, “Or livable.”
  Naomi furrows her brows, “So, why would they be going to Milwaukee?”
  “It’s still intact. They might be able to replenish their resources there,” Kim explains, then glances at Bob, “And if they knew you were near the Chicago area at one point…” 
  Bob sighs, “Fuck, they’re just doing what they think I would do.” 
  Naomi shrugs, “Why wouldn’t they? You are the one they went looking for, after all.”
  “I know! They went looking for me even after I explicitly said they shouldn’t!” Bob exclaims, gesturing wildly, “And here we fucking are, looking for them now!”
  Bob slams her hands against the table and glares at the paperwork spread over it. Her stupid fucking friends could be anywhere. The lead they’re following is thinner than thread, nothing about what the runner saw is a guarantee. But what else does she have to go by? If this doesn’t bring her to Sasha and Peppermint, then all of them are fucked. 
  She breathes in deeply, the stress of the situation overwhelming her and making her sweat. They don’t know what city will be destroyed next, they don’t know where Sasha and Peppermint are, and they don’t know who the mole is. There isn’t much room for things to get bleaker. 
  “If only we fucking knew what was next,” she says angrily, clenching her hands into fists. 
  Naomi sympathetically rubs Bob’s shoulder, “We’ll figure something out.”
  Kim nods, “That’s why we’re going with you. You won’t be alone.” 
  Bob finds it admirable of both of them to insist on coming with her after everything they’ve been through. Between Kim revealing what happened to her friends and Naomi’s hesitancy to discuss her past, they have more than enough reason to want to stay in New York. Things have happened to the three of them in the last nine weeks that most people won’t experience in a lifetime, and maybe that’s why they want to come with her. How are the three of them supposed to move on as if nothing happened? In a way, it’s easier to just go back to the Outside and continue to fight. 
  Bob falls back into a chair, “We need to leave tomorrow morning, before dawn.”
  Naomi quirks an eyebrow, “Why not today?”
  “We need a solid night of rest and time to prep for the journey. If we play our cards right, I should be able to get us a better form of transportation,” Bob says, determinedly staring at the map before her.
  There’s a big red circle around the radius of where Sasha and Peppermint could be, and it makes her sick to look at it. If she closes her eyes, she can still feel Sasha hugging her tightly and smell Peppermint’s sweet floral perfume. This is the closest to hell Bob ever wants to get. 
  Betty speaks up from the threshold to the dining room, Laila and Thorgy right behind her, “There’s no way in hell you three are going alone.”
  Bob turns to look at her sharply, this is the last thing she needs right now, “There is, actually, because you and everyone else are staying here.”
  “And let you go get yourself killed for a second time in one year? Are you fucking crazy?” Betty asks, stepping forward boldly.
  “Betty, you know I have to go look for them,” Bob says tiredly, her voice bordering on begging. 
  “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you have to be so stupid about it,” Betty says, rolling her eyes and propping her hands on her hips, “You need strength and safety, and you’re not going to get that from those two. Look at them, can they really handle themselves out there? Because I bet those newbies don’t have half the experience I do in the Outside. ”
  Naomi tenses up and stands up defensively, “Newbies? Newbies? You have no idea the shit I have been through. You don’t know what I’m capable of, so I suggest you don’t fucking try it with me.”
  Kim rubs her face, “Naomi-”
  Betty scowls and cuts Kim off, “Exactly, I don’t know you. So why would I trust you to keep my friend alive?” 
  Thorgy taps Betty’s shoulder, “Hey…”
  Both girls ignore her though, too wrapped up in their argument to try and calm down. 
  “Who says I haven’t already?” Naomi says, practically seething as she takes a few steps closer to Betty, “Someone had to get her back here alive, you know. The three of us went through something out there, and that’s why we’re going back with her.” 
  “And you really want a repeat of that disaster?” Betty says, shifting her gaze to Bob. She stares her dead in her eyes with a darkness and certainty that Bob hasn’t seen from her in a very long time, “Bob, you know me. You know I can handle myself better than any girl out there. You need me in the Outside. Trust me, you're better off with me.”
  Bob grimaces and gets up to stand next to Naomi while holding eye contact with Betty, “It’s not safe out there, no matter how experienced you are.”
  “Then let me go with you,” Betty demands, “There’s strength in numbers.” 
  Bob groans and pinches the bridge of her nose, frustrated that no one gets her point, “I don’t want to risk losing everyone, Betty.”
  “Well, I can’t risk losing you again!” Betty says, tears welling up in her eyes, “Do you know what it was like these last few months? The waiting, the not knowing, and then having a fucking funeral for you! Then you just waltz back in here like we haven’t been grieving you for weeks! Weeks! I never want to live through that again. I never want to have to tell Monet you’re dead again.”
  Bob winces and takes a step back, she can’t look away from Betty’s accusatory gaze. She’s breathing heavily, anger flowing off of her in waves. Thorgy slaps Betty’s arm like she’s chastising a child, Kim stands up from her chair, and Laila crosses her arms over her chest. Bob does feel guilty for making her go through all of that, even if it wasn’t intentional.
  Bob sighs and turns her eyes to the floor, unable to look at Betty any longer, “Look, I’m sorry, I know this hasn’t been easy-”
  “You’re right! It’s been fucking awful, and that’s why I’m going with you. …I have to know,” Betty says, leveling her gaze with Bob’s. 
  Bob takes a few steps forward to pull her friend into a tight hug, “I’m sorry.”
  “You better be,” Betty murmurs, returning the embrace. 
  Thorgy crosses her arms over her chest and steps through the threshold, “I want to go too.”
  Bob stares at her, “What?” 
  “Oh come on, Bob, you’re not an idiot,” Thorgy says, rolling her eyes. 
  “But apparently you’ve lost your damn mind,” Bob snarks, pulling away from Betty, “It’s dangerous out there, Thorg’, real fucking dangerous, and you have never been in the Outside.” 
  “That doesn’t make me useless and you know that.”
  “It does make you a liability,” Bob says, barely repressing her anger.
  Kim throws her hands up into the air, frustration written all over her face, “Will all of you stop acting like toddlers? This isn’t a game. We are running out of time and there are lives on the line, so just make up your minds already!” 
  Everyone stares at her, and Bob can’t help feeling both proud of Kim and a little embarrassed by her bickering with Thorgy. She hasn’t known Kim for very long, but she’s smart and driven, which is how Bob knows that they’ll be friends for a while yet. Kim is also right, they don’t have time to be fighting with each other, not when Sasha and Peppermint are out there. 
  Laila smirks, “I knew I liked her.” 
  Bob chuckles and side-eyes Laila, “You always have perfect timing, girl.”
  Bob goes back over to the table and frowns at her notes. It would be a massive risk to take so many people into the Outside, and it would leave their base emptier than it’s been in years. She wonders briefly what Sasha would do, then what Peppermint would do. As much as she doesn’t like it, she knows exactly what they would do in this situation- what they did do. 
  “Alright,” Bob sighs, “You two can come with.”
  Betty and Thorgy smile victoriously, while Kim and Naomi look at her with confusion. She’ll just have to explain her reasoning to them later. 
  Thorgy claps her hands excitedly, “Okay! I’ll go put supplies together.”
  “Hold on, there’s one condition,” Bob says.
  Betty cocks her head to the side, “What?”
  “We don’t spilt up. No matter what, we all stick together,” Bob says, leaving no room for argument, then she points at Kim and Naomi, “That goes for you two as well.” 
  Everyone nods and agrees to her stipulation, though Kim and Naomi don’t look happy. Bob is surprised, but thankful, that Laila doesn’t insist on joining them. At least someone understands her and her worries. Thorgy exits the room with Betty on her heels, muttering something about calling a guy. Bob hopes she means their automobile source, but there’s no telling with Betty. 
  Laila, however, gives Bob a sad smile, “Courtney would be proud, you know.”
  Those words hit Bob like a truck, and for a brief moment she knows in the depths of her soul that Laila is right.
  “Thanks,” Bob whispers, and with that Laila slips out of the room.
  When Bob turns around to look at the newest members of her crew, Naomi is leaning against the table, lips pressed tightly together, while Kim just stands there looking worried. 
  Bob raises an eyebrow, “Look, I know it’s not ideal…”
  Naomi scoffs, “They’ll just slow us down and you know it.”
  “They mean well,” Bob offers, though she knows Naomi is right. 
  “What are their skills?” Naomi asks her.
  “Betty is our best gunman, her aim is perfect and she never misses. And Thorgy is trained in medicine, she’s better than any nurse,” Bob explains, “I promise, they’ll help us.” 
  Kim still looks skeptical, “They don’t know what it's like out there. I didn’t until just a few weeks ago.”
  “I know, but Betty spent a year out there alone, and Thorgy’s done her research,” Bob reassures her, walking forward to take hold of both Kim’s hands, “We can do this, okay? In and out.” 
  Both of her friends know it’s a lie. This rescue mission could be weeks or it could be months, but Bob’s confidence consoles them. 
  Naomi stares at where Bob’s hands are holding Kim’s, an unfamiliar fire in her eyes, “What do you need us to do?” 
  “Pack. Take whatever you want from our supplies, but I recommend only bringing essentials. Then y’all can shower and go to bed, enjoy the luxuries while we still have them,” Bob says, squeezing Kim’s hands before releasing them. 
  The two leave the room quietly and Bob feels guilty for taking them back out there with her. She knows she wouldn’t be able to go without them, that they would just follow her, so at least they’re all going together. At least they will have each other. Betty did have one really good point- There is strength in numbers. 
  Now all she has to do is wait for Monet and Brianna to get back from their supply run. She doesn’t know how she’s going to explain this to them, or if she even can. She’s only been back a week, and she doesn’t want to hurt them all over again. Regardless, Bob has to do this. There are no other options. She can practically hear the inevitable screaming match now.
  An hour later, her prediction comes true. 
  Monet and Brianna enter the townhouse through the front door, their tote bags and backpacks bursting at the seams, and they see the travel bags stacked in the foyer. Bob hears Monet before she sees her, anxiety bubbling up inside her just from the sound of the door being opened. 
  “What the FUCK do you think you are doing?!” Monet screams, bursting into the kitchen to find her sister packing up dried and canned food, Bri right behind her.
  Bob stands up and faces her sister. It’s a miracle the betrayal in Monet’s eyes doesn’t immediately kill her.
  “I have to,” Bob says softly, “You know I have to.”
  “You don’t have to do shit,” Monet says, her voice full of pain. Tears are streaming down her face.
  Brianna stands right beside Monet and glares at Bob, and while she doesn’t say anything, the disapproval on her face speaks a thousand words. 
  “They are out there looking for me! I can’t stay here and live this cozy fucking life when they could die in my name,” Bob explains, throwing her hand over her heart. 
  Bri narrows her eyes and flips her blonde hair behind her shoulder, “I’m not happy about it either, but they made their choice. They knew the risks.”
  “So do I! Why else would I be doing this?” 
  Monet wraps her arms around herself and stares at the floor, “Because you’re reckless, you have a massive fucking heart, and you never listen to me.”
  “Monet-” 
  “No,” she interrupts, shaking her head, “Go. See if I fucking care. But don’t come crying to me when you realize you’ve wasted your time, or you’re dead for a second time.”
  With that, Monet turns and runs up the stairs, probably to go lay in her bed and pout. Bri shoots Bob yet another angry look and chases after Monet, leaving Bob standing in the middle of the kitchen, hurt by the words from her closest friends. She has to find Sasha and Peppermint, she has to bring them home. There’s no way she can come back empty-handed now. 
  It’s a search and rescue mission at its core. They have to find their friends, they have to bring them home safely, and it’s not going to be easy. Bob knows that, but she still holds out hope that they’ll be back in New York soon. Milwaukee is days away, and the dust around Chicago has just settled, it would be a miracle if they were back in New York in two months. 
At least she won’t be alone this time. Bob will have her friends, the people she trusts to make the journey a little safer. Now, more than ever, Bob has to prove Monet wrong. The stakes have never been higher, and Bob will be damned if she doesn’t rise to the occasion. 
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I can’t with thorgy i swear
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Gifs that just give me Drag or Die vibes: Bob’s Broadcasts crew edition
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