Queen of Hens

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About Queen of Hens

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  • Birthday September 16

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  1. Poor Nikki stans tbh! Her sister's about to weigh her down.
  2. Oh? What do the Briegans have to say about this?
  3. I agree. Maybe if the Bellas had called it quits when they first left should they have counted as a sole entry, but even when they were brought back, the two had distinguished themselves as individual competitors over time. Nikki definitely made that clear later down the road like you mentioned, but even the first half of their second run, Brie was competing solo in matches against AJ, Steph, and some of the other girls in the division. Plus, I dunno if I'm voting for them based on their accomplishments as solo competitors or as a tag team now. Keep them separate if y'all want me to vote fairly.
  4. Eva Marie, easily. Y’all really acting like this is hard 
  5. Me. I Am Mariah...

    I've told you this already, but I'm gonna say it again before I ramble: I love you so fucking much!  Like everyone has mentioned throughout this beautiful post, you are hands down one of the most kindhearted and selfless individuals to have ever graced this planet, period. What you have done with Heartbreakers is something we may never be able to repay you for, especially knowing now all the hardship and pain you were going through all these years on your own. You built a home for those of us who faced rejection from the outside world, or maybe felt constrained by the ridiculous rules it constantly tries to set, despite your own problems. You made a space where we could be ourselves, where we could laugh and escape a sometimes exhausting world, even if only for a few moments a day. Through all the highs and all the lows, YOU made sure we had this forum, and YOU made sure we all felt included. I want to thank you, my big (online) sister, for what you have done for me and all of us. Despite all the troubles in your life, you always make sure to say hi, check in to see how life's going, and manage to tolerate us even when we get on your nerve.  We can't thank you enough for that and we can only hope to repay you in the same way. I'm so excited to see where you go from here sis, especially now that you don't have all of this weighing you down. I love you so much and I can't wait to grow even closer, Mariah. I'm here for you, always 
  6. Maryse, without a doubt. If you look Diva up in the dictionary, you'll find a picture of her and nothing else. She's not only one of the best heels the women's division has ever seen, she also managed to revive her husband's career by simply showing up. THAT'S power.
  7. Seven Nation Army

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  8. Doll Parts

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  9. Just here to say if Charlotte or AJ don't take the accolade, democracy should be banned everywhere. Also, my inbox is open for anyone who wants to neutralize the Bella Army threat.
  10. Doll Parts

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  11. About a Girl

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I need an easy friend, I do, with an ear to lend "Can't really complain if I was the one who asked, right?" Sebastian teases, winking at her as he senses an endearing awkwardness break through her cool demeanor. Finding the screwdriver he needs for his next attempt at a solution, he continues the conversation with an almost infectious enthusiasm, casting the tool box off to the side to give her his full attention. "Don't worry about it though. I don't really mind. Beats the awkward pauses from before." He slowly starts, wincing at his acknowledgement as he hears the words that come from his mouth. Feeling another beat of silence start to creep its way into the conversation, he closes his eyes in slight disappointment. Running a now nervous hand through his hair, Sebastian can't help but question his approach to the whole situation. He wasn't one to usually get nervous around others, so the fact that Aurora made him feel this way confused him beyond belief. "Like that one that just happened... Wow. I'm kinda bad at this conversation thing, huh?" Watching her nod in response, Sebastian seems to calm down when he hears a slight fit of laughter escape her lips. Shaking his head in playful disbelief, he gazes over at his car before turning back to her for a moment. "Here's the plan. I'm gonna go get something from my car. When I come back, we'll pretend none of that ever happened, okay?" Jogging over to his vehicle before she can respond, he scours the trunk for a glass container, returning with a jar in his hand before making his way over to her once more. Flashing her the same pearly white smile from before, he greets her. "Hi, I'm Sebastian. Mind if I fix your car for you?"   MONTY @Rainbow Heart
  12. Seven Nation Army

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  13. WWE SmackDown | Official Chat Thread

    Welp, I think I’m back for good in terms of the A show. See you ladies next week! 
  14. WWE SmackDown | Official Chat Thread

    Well that was...