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[rogersconverses]

brian: roger i need my-

roger: *gives his guitar to him*

brian: oh also i didn’t get the chance to-

roger: *gives him a kiss*

brian: marry me?

roger: took care of that too, we’ve been married for 7 years

[wandaland-deactivated20230510]

your tumblr icon is now your roommate, how's everything? :)

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well, it’s gonna interesting…

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roger, pushing freddie: tell him!

freddie, to brian: okay, roger wants me to tell you that he wants to fuck you

brian: cool i‘m down, when?

freddie, turns back to roger and whispering: he said when?

roger: now?

freddie, turning back: now.

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roger : relationships should be 50/50. deaky cooks us dinner while i sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

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roger : there are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

brian : nope, there's 26.

roger : ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

brian : aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

roger : you'll get the D later ;).

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brian : listen, we’re done, we’re over! okay?

roger : whatever bitch, you ain’t never gonna find no one like me.

brian : yeah, that's the point shithead!

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roger : i don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

brian : but, darling, i'll be so lonely without you. come curl up in my arms so i can feel whole again.

roger : o-oh. well. are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

brian : is it working?

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brian : do you want to know your gay name?

roger : my... my gay name?

brian : yeah, it's your first name-

roger : haha. Very funny brian -

brian : *gets down on one knee* and my last name.

roger : oh- oh my god.

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roger , sweating: brian , there’s something i need to ask you-

brian : finally! You’re proposing!

roger : how’d you know?

brian: roger , you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

brian : i even picked it up once.

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brian: i’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. no response.

roger: wow. they sound stupid.

brian: but they’re not. they’re really smart actually. just dense.

roger: maybe you need to be more obvious? like, i don’t know… “hey! i love you!”

brian: i guess you’re right. hey roger, i love you.

roger: see! just say that!

brian: holy fucking shit.

roger: if that flies over their head then, sorry brian, but they're too dumb for you.

brian: roger.

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roger: valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

brian: i wrote you a poem.

roger, already crying: you did?

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roger: i think we should kiss.

brian: and i think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

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roger: are we fighting or flirting?

brian : i'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

roger: your point?

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freddie: i’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

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deaky, holding a gun: if the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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brian: "what are you into?" is such a broad question, like do i reply with a TV series or choking?

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roger: yum, thanks!

kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* i said stop eating it.