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Joined February 2017
https://t.co/PoW0pc3p4T the Harley and BOP edits showing up feels like the universe trying to tell me something…
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https://t.co/PoW0pc3p4T the way I really cried myself into a fucking migraine … I’m not crying anymore but GOD, MY HEAD.
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📲: yeah I wasn’t sure when you’d be home. it was guesswork.. 📲: .. I was not going to do damage! I was .. trying to surprise you. She’s already on her way. Huffing at her phone.
📲: maybe. Gotta time your break-ins better. 📲: of course I’m sure 📲: unless you were actually trying to break in and do damage and then I might have to rethink
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There has never been a more lore accurate video of what it looks like when I’m around people ten times my size.
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I’m not clingy but also me.
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The very fake, small smile she gives drops the second he turns away. She turns and walks out. Pulling her hood up on her jacket and disappearing.
Soap looks her over up and down and runs a hand over his hair. “Yeah. Good.” He frowns at the door, gives her one last glance, and then moves on to his own room. She can decide to or not, but Soap’s definitely telling Ghost.
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She’s trying to sort it out in her head. There’s too much. She stops and stares at him. “Maybe I’m..” .. She doesn’t say it out loud. “Sure. I’ll.. let him know.” She doesn’t know if she will.
“It’s nae advice, mate. I’m just sayin’ and lettin’ ye know.” A mutter, “lord knows he likes to fuck awf wi’out a word.” A helpless hand gestures towards the door. “He’ll probably notice someone’s been muckin’ about. Tell ‘im ye stopped by, tha’s advice.”
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Mood. Mood. Lmfaooo. FUCK. https://t.co/oH2QHkEhQC
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VOILÀ · The Last Laugh (Part I) · Song · 2025
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Her body freezes. It tenses. “Yeah. I knew that. I’m not — I wasn’t trying to be..” She drops her hands to her sides, clenching them into small fists. Swallowing hard, she pushes past him, heading for the exit. “Thanks for the advice.”
Soap exhales a rough sigh. “Mate he’s got a /job/. He can’t be here every time ye got a hair up your arse to fake breakin’ into his room.” Wild sentence to say, but there it is. “He’s out running drills. Be back later, ay?”
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https://t.co/PoW0pc3p4T note to self .. do not read back the conversation because holy fuck it’s making me feel so bad so bad sooooo bad I feel like I’m going to cry again. I can see myself cracking over and over.
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