I got to see Black Veil Brides in concert yesterday, and I truly will be thinking of nothing but Andy Biersack for the rest of my life
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No one ask why I'm awake rn, but today is my birthday! :)
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Race and Albert are The Worst people to ever go on a roadtrip with. Because it's a 9/10 possiblity that everyone is crammed into Race's car, and if neither Race nor Albert are driving, they're backseat driving and complaining that everyone else drives like a grandma. Because Race and Albert drive like they're on the run and the speed limit is a suggestion. Road rage is included. And overall they just Suck.
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Sour punch bites, nerds gummy clusters, and a mango tea, breakfast of champions
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newsies posts that start with “I know this fandom is dead” IM STILL HERE BITCH
we’re out here thriving
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my Santa fe
If u couldn't tell I painted this on my wall 😭😭
(you can't even see the stars :((()
The work area 🫶🫶🫶
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livesies jack if the directors weren't COWARDS!!!
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ben fankhauser singing out there/santa fe changed lives
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I'm dying, I think I am actually dead /j (my boyfriend is at prom and, therefore, cannot talk to me)
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Cowboy hat Jack Kelly should’ve been in livesies/broadway send post.
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Revelations: Sprace
Chapter 1
Summery: Spot and Race are best friends, at least, that's what Rave thinks. But Spot's feelings run a little deeper. Only, he doesn't even know that yet.
TW: None for this chapter
"Come on, Spottie, it'll be fun!" Race encouraged. They had been having this conversation for almost twenty minutes now.
It was the second Saturday of the month, which meant it was time for Race's monthly poker game with the Brooklyn boys. Every month, Race begged Spot to attend, and Spot always declined his invitation.
However, this time was different. This time, HotShot would be there.
Spot had never found himself attracted to girls. Guys? Sure. But never girls. He had known this since he was little.
Sure, people had taken notice of his lack of a girlfriend. And people definitely questioned it. He was the king of Brooklyn. How did he not have a girlfriend? But no one was ever brave enough to ask. Until Race.
"Really, Spottie, there ain't any goil caught ya eye?" Race asked. Spot shook his head. Race stared at him quizzically for a moment before gaining a knowing look in his eyes. Spot's stomach sank.
"Ya don't gotta his it Spot, it's obvious," Race laughed. In that moment, Spot felt fear deeper than he ever had. It was one thing for Race to pick up on it, but obvious? He really hoped everyone else didn't think so. But Spot's anxiety came to a close when Race spoke again.
"You's into HotShot!" Race shouted. Spot let out a slow breath and laughed almost hysterically. Race took that as confirmation. Since then, Race had been teasing him about his "crush" at any given opportunity.
Spot had gone along with the idea for months. He even occasionally commented on how pretty she looked certain days. And he was right. She was pretty, but not pretty in the way that Spot wished she was.
When Race found out that HotShot would be there, he was insistent that Spot came along as well. After almost half an hour of arguing, Spot finally caved and agreed to go on the condition that Race had to stop pestering him about it. After all, it was one poker game. What could go wrong?
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92sies carrying the banner is UNMATCHED
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