Noah Kahan
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cherry valley forever
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
RMH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Discoholic 🪩

Kiana Khansmith

Product Placement
Sade Olutola
Cosmic Funnies
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
Fai_Ryy
Show & Tell

@theartofmadeline

Game Changer & Make Some Noise

ellievsbear
occasionally subtle
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The smile widens a bit. She breaks her gaze away, ducking her head. Touches her tongue to her lip.
She may have lost a little blood, but not nearly enough to kill her blush reflex.
The reaction doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the slight tug at the corner of her mouth. She returns it.
“So, since I accepted the spill on the bike thing without any questions..” And oh she has questions. Plenty of them in fact. But they were for another day. “How ‘bout you sit still long enough to catch this shitty cop show.”
She gestures at the TV, returning to the couch with tea in hand and coffee in the other as she sets it on the table.
// trying to keep you off my mind //
Inktober 7 ✦ Aisha (Saints Row)
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How? #huhchallenge
Pssht. The next time you make something edible, you let me know.
H o l y shit.
She picks a chair at the table random. Drops down into it without much grace. Breathes as the pain contracts the muscles along her side. There are two sparks of thought left in her mind: She’s alive. She’s safe.
All at once, nothing else matters.
She breathes a little easier. Leans an elbow on the table and tangles her fingers in her hair. Tries, once more, to smile. “It’s not that bad, is it?”
How does she put it without sounding like the worlds biggest asshole? Maybe not that bad, but the cut lip and the swelling around the eyes doesn’t exactly spell good.
“Uh... Well... I mean, its not awful. Could be a lot worse, y’know? Like, two swollen eyes instead of the one.”
Awkward situation swerved awfully tactfully, she gives what she hopes is a smile. “It’s fine.” Pause. “You look fine.”
"You ever consider movin' to Cuba? After faking your death and all. That's what Tupac did and it worked out for him."
“Nah, not Cuba. Sorta predictable. Tupac wouldn’t have people knowing he was still kicking it if he’d tried somewhere else.”
“Besides, you know Johnny wouldn’t dream of leaving. Not even if I dragged his ass.”
I dunno, Gat’s got a way of adapting to the situation. One time he had to snipe a motherfucker from a roof with no railing, so he took off his prosthetic and used the hollow space to steady his shot.
Okay, so not Cuba. Then where?…
Moving to Cuba...Sniping some random dude... See, somehow, the examples don’t seem to match up.
And shit, I don’t know. Somewhere sunny. I got too many hats that need trying out.
johnnygat replied to your post “Why the fuck our appliances keep breakin'?”
If repair guys were pretty and complainin'.
Flatterer.
Wait...Complaining?
Why the fuck our appliances keep breakin'?
Fuck knows, I look like a repair guy?
....Don’t answer that. Don’t.