โ„‹๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐’ฑ๐šŠ๐š— ๐’Ÿ๐šข๐š—๐šŽ (@SheIsTheWasp) header
โ„‹๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐’ฑ๐šŠ๐š— ๐’Ÿ๐šข๐š—๐šŽ (@SheIsTheWasp) profile picture

* : ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ โœง * : ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ๐’ฉ๐’ช * : ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ โœง * : ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ โ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒ โ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒ โ€œ๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š.โ€ โ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒ [#แดแด„แดœโ”Š#แด›สœแด‡แดกแด€sแด˜โ”Š#ส€แด˜โ”Š#สŸแด…แด]

๐™ฟ๐šข๐š–'๐šœ ๐™ป๐šŠ๐š‹
Joined May 2013
เผ„: โ”€ โ€œ๐’ด๐‘’๐“ˆ... โ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒ๐™ธ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ˆ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผฃ๏ผฅ.โ€ โ”€ โœง ๐™ท๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐š…๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ณ๐šข๐š—๐šŽโ”Š#๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š†๐šŠ๐šœ๐š™ โ€ƒโ”€ โœง ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š-๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š— #๐š๐™ฟ โ€ƒโ€ƒโ”€ โœง #๐™ป๐™ณ๐™ผ ๐š†๐š›๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š› โ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ”€ โœง ๐™ป๐šŠ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐™ฑ๐šข: @SheIsTheWasp โ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ€ƒโ”€ โœง ๐š†๐š›๐š’๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‚๐šŠ๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŽ: tl.gd/n_1squpnc
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#ooc: when you spot typos after you send a reply, and scowl at twitter's idiotic idea to update its layout rather than just install an edit button.
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โ€œDo not โ€” I repeat, DO NOT ever leave @AntMcu alone on his own again.โ€ Looks at the trashed entryway. It looked like s collage frat party took place.
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#ooc: Hello! New writer for #HopeVanDyne|#TheWasp. I'm seeking mains and would love to write with #ScottLang, and #CassieLang (I have a #HankPym - he's a lunatic but he's my lunatic lol) and of course, other #Marvel characters. Crossover friendly as well. #DMs are open!
In a rare moment of self-comfort, Hope pads lightly down the hall, barefoot, training clothes lose, hair in a lopsided ponytail. However, when the cool surface of the hardwood beneath her feet is interrupted with the harsh crunch of - what was it? Fruit Loops. There was a +
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+ sloppy trail of fruit loops on the floor. With a groan, the brunette rolled her eyes. "Damnit, #Scott." He was a child. A large, man-child.
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* : ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ โœง * : ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ * : ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ โœง * : ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ โ€”; ๐™ธ'๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผญ๏ผฅ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐šŠ๐š ๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Š... โ‹† โŸกโงฝ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๏ฝฅ๏พŸโœง * โ‹† ๏ผข๏ผฅ๏ผง๏ผฉ๏ผฎ ๏ฝฅ๏พŸโœง * : youtube.com/watch?v=aK3TROzVโ€ฆ ยป
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ยซ cheeks, catching in the pale moonlight outside the window. Glistening with sweat and remorse, Hope Van Dyne bowed her head against the punching bag. Sheโ€™d not found her secret truth hidden at the bottom of a bottleโ€ฆ Or at the end of her fists. Sheโ€™d ยป
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ยซ found it in the words of a thief. A man who would stop at nothing to protect his daughter. โ€ƒ โ€ƒA man, โ€ƒ โ€ƒ โ€ƒ โ€ƒWho was so much like her Father... โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๐‘ฌ๐’๐’….
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