RPDR Preferences: UK Edition
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The first thing anyone can tell you about me, whether they know me from Wattpad, school or they're a part of my family is the fact that I am a proud Anglo-American.
I met Vinegar at Dragcon 2022, being christened in an autograph message her "brit babe" after she expressed confusion about an American knowing where Leeds was. The older I get, the more I identify with the fact that, technically, I was British first. The British side of my family is all I have. I'm first gen, baby. Only American since infancy and it's not weird at all. My best memories are in Wales and England. My queen on the UK side of things is Cheryl. What can I say? I have a soft spot for the girls that did mediocre then went out in a blaze of maybe not glory but certainly something on their season and do bloody amazing after. I'm going to Durham University, following in the footsteps of my dad and godfathers. I didn't even apply to any American Universities.
Point being, I'm barely American, despite mostly living in the States my whole life. My Britishness has never been questioned or debated. The time I spent hiding, or at least protecting it has been able to fool everyone, though. But not these people. I felt safe after DRUK aired- I saw proof that all Americans didn't hate British people, after all.
So, let's delve into this, dragging them down with us, my motherland mob:
Kate Butch, A'whora, Anubis, Tayce, Victoria Scone, Black Peppa, Cheryl, Blu Hydrangea, Vinegar Strokes, Ellie Diamond, Dakota Schiffer, Vanity Milan, Sminty Drop & Gothy Kendoll
Also I had to tag this story with "cherylhole" so that Wattpad doesn't get confused. Ok bye!
Originally Published: 13 April 2023
Republished: 6 April 2025 (happy birthday Victoria lmao)
This book is dedicated to the memory of The Vivienne, who was supposed to be a part of this. I'll love you forever, Vivy. Thank you for everything.
Love,
Rose
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