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guys omg reader and ryland grace getting down to business and reader has a tattoo on their lower stomach that says "whoomp there it is↓"

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help :(
so im new to the scene/alt community but i cant find ANY cheap scene clothes. nor can i find the right scene makeup 4 me :/ can you guys give me some websites or places to go 4 clothes?
down below r some inspo pics of wht im looking 4!!
Which album art do you like best?
A Lesson In Romantics - Mayday Parade
Krunk Kills The Teens - Ohemgee
Neither (both!)
BACK ARCHED… im ready
gngnnn!!! :3)

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i fucking love ohemgee
started 3.4 .... MY BABY MY LOVE MY GIRRLLL WAAWAWAWA I MISSED YOU
You were the one (bad idea!)
A Lawrusso soulmate au.
Chapter 2 - WIP
The counsellor claps her hands together once, sharply, cutting them off. "Good! Love the enthusiasm. Gold stars for the both of you, truly! Now, let's do a little exercise, tell me something simple—one nice thing about the other."
Daniel blanches. "Excuse you?"
Johnny looks equally disgusted. "You're a shit comedian."
She waves off the insult. "C'mon, one nice thing," she repeats, far too jolly to be authentic. "Just one. Can be anything. Come on, make an effort. For the freedom."
[...]
His mind blanks, simultaneously full of every compliment under the sun and every insult possible. He shifts uncomfortably, glaring at the floor. "Uh. I don’t know. I guess he’s… not completely stupid," he stutters out awkwardly, regretting the words as soon as the tumble from his mouth.
Johnny lets out an incredulous laugh. "Wow. So heartfelt. You should write poetry, remind me what grade you got in English lit—"
"Shut up, like you can do better!"
The counsellor raises a hand before Johnny can fire back. "Your turn," she says simply.
Johnny huffs, looking away. His fingers drum against his bicep where his arms are still crossed, a small, restless movement. "I dunno," he mutters. "He’s—" His jaw tenses. "He’s not a complete coward, I guess. No sane kid would throw a punch with such crappy form."
[...]
"Well," the counsellor says, rocking back slightly in her chair with a satisfied smile. "That wasn’t too painful, was it?" She stares brightly at them, pen rhythmically tapping on the desk in a jovial tune. "Nobody died, we are able to see good in each other, and we are one step closer to getting out of here!"