𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎'𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑.

//it's once again bedtime pookies I'll be around before work tonight

ᅠ ᅠㅤㅤㅤ ۫ 𓈒 𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝. ۟ ᅠᅠ

A stale ass cigarette. Best way to start the day.

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Used to have a cork accent but over the years it's faded, now it sounds more Brooklyn.

Her powers don't work if she can't breathe.

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Ignoring her bleeding hand to pick half smoked cigarettes off the ground.

« cigarettes, , picking spent butts off the ground for even just a quick drag. By sixteen she was heavily involved with drugs and alcohol, tools to suppress her grief and the trauma of knowing she was the reason her cousin and best friend was dead.

« physical one that quickly grew out of control. Avery got out easily, Aislin was not as lucky. Without a single thought Avery ran, with just the clothes on her back, back to New York where she’s been living on the streets since then. At thirteen she started smoking »

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//hold on *cracks knuckles* let me copy and paste her backstory from her Tumblr

//pspspspspsp daredevil verse