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roberto da costa for beginagainhq

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blastcd‌:

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ]  i’m glad he finds joy out of everything though. which is good considering the world we’re in.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ]  I’m going to need to buy a new pair of boots. the ones i got have a hole in ‘em! aw, why isn’t there an emoji for that?

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ]  this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for us though. thank you i’m so happy i could kiss you.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] [UNSENT] i really want to.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ]  you can help us then! it’ll be a group effort, and my momma will make sure you get the best meal everyday. it would be nice to get way from the city don’t you think?

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] [UNSENT] i’d go anywhere with you. just say the word.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ]   see, now you’re really selling it!  i’d do just about anything for your mom’s food.  i’m in. 

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ]   boots sound like a good investment.  but seriously, you don’t need to run stuff like that by me.  i mean, let me know if youre gonna buy, like, a plane.  but anything short of that is whatever. 

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ]  there’s got to be one or two benefits to being my friend, huh?

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ikonic-el‌:

Normal hand-shaking pressure. Gentle. Don’t be weird. It did not help that Roberto was an incredibly good looking guy, and apparently also an Avenger and an X-Man. What the hell? Even as Superboy, he hadn’t had a lot of real impressive career opportunities after Young Justice. “I’m a waiter,” Conner blurted out, then promptly wanted to smack himself on the forehead. “But, um, yeah, I can definitely see what you mean about the way the world treats mutants. People like the powered Avengers because they allegedly help people, but having abilities doesn’t mean you should– I don’t know, be under some obligation to give back. Especially to a world that treats you like a crap in the first place.”

Roberto smiles and offers a sympathetic shake of his head.  “I got lucky to never do the food service tour of duty.  You’ve got my condolences on that one.”  He slaps Conner on the shoulder gently.  “You’re a smart guy, seems like.  If you ever find yourself looking for a job, you should give me a call.  I have my own company -- we could find a place for you, easily.  At least let me give you the tour sometime?”  He likes giving opportunities to people who clearly have a brain between their ears, and this guy fits the bill.  

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blastcd‌:

The blonde doesn’t mean anything negative by it, knowing everyone is different with the type of relationships they have. Especially the last few years after his son came in the picture that doesn’t leave much room for flirting. His last relationship didn’t work out. Izzy is always in space for work, which is why Sam was living here on Earth with Josiah. It was what ultimately broke them up years ago — Sam not wanting to leave the planet he was from to live on another one. When that ended the mutant spent the next two years not being interested in anyone, while coming to the realization that he has been in love with his best friend almost his entire life.

“Roberto, ah don’t want to ruin anythin’ if you don’t share th’ feelings. You’re mah best friend, but ah’m so in love with you. Ah’m sure that’s why none o’ mah other relationships have worked out.” Sam admits, looking away for only a moment worrying about the worst possible result from the confession.

What comes next is a surprise, but a good one. All of the worry leaves Sam’s face, arms wrapping around Roberto’s neck so easily while kissing him back. He has been waiting his entire life for getting the chance to do this — pressing close against his best friend because now that they were finally doing this he doesn’t want to let go. Was this what happiness felt like? He pulls back from the kiss, brushing his nose against the other mutant’s. “Bobby, ah have never been more sure in my life. Ah love you — ah will keep saying it all morning.” He leans against the hand against his face.

There’s another kiss, and Sam kisses Roberto back then too. He could get used to this. “You love me? You really do? Bobby, what does that mean for us now? Would’ja want to date me?” He asks, pulling a hand away from his neck to rest against the other man’s chest. His cheeks blushing red yet again.

Roberto’s heart is hammering like crazy, and he has absolutely no doubt that with Sam so close, the other can feel it through his chest.  Which is just a little bit embarrassing.  But there are too many other important things to think about -- how warm Sam feels for one.  The silly, endearing question, too.  

“Sam,” he says, laughing just a little.  A thumb brushes against Sam’s lip, and Roberto forgets what hes going to say for a moment, so caught up in just looking now that he isn’t afraid of getting caught.  Roberto thinks he’s way past wanting to date Sam -- it should be a foregone conclusion.  But Sams a good southern boy, and Roberto knows that he likes to do things the proper, formal way. 

A kiss to Sam’s forehead precipitates the answer: “Yes, I do want to date you.  Sometimes I feel like we’re already...already doing most of the dating stuff.”  For God’s sake, they’re sharing a bed.  Josiah practically has a room in Roberto’s home.  In every way but the explicitly romantic, Sam and Roberto are sharing a life.  “It doesn’t have to mean anything you’re not feeling up for, ready for.  I can tell you it means I’m gonna kiss you a lot.  I’m gonna -- I don’t know,” he confesses.  “It’s been a long time since I dated somebody.”

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ikonic-el‌:

Conner nodded in agreement, pushing his slipping glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Yeah. Comes through in the way they talk about ‘good mutants’ who’ve registered and been effectively leashed by the UNSC, versus ‘bad ones’ who have the audacity to question why they’re being persecuted for existing.” Conner couldn’t pretend to know what it was like to grow up with a mutation, especially one that couldn’t be concealed on an every day basis, but he did know what it looked like when white men in suits started bullshitting. He was, after all, genetically 50% CEO. “I’m Conner, by the way,” he said, a little sheepishly, and extended a hand.

Roberto nods along, humming his assent.  Breath of fresh air in such a fucked up world.  He smiles, almost free of his previous ire, and takes Conner’s hand.  “Roberto,” he introduces.  “Obviously the problem extends beyond mutants, but it’s -- well, things that are bad for all metas usually end up worse for mutants somehow.  Roberto scrubs a hand down his face, and he suddenly feels like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders again -- such is the life of a mutant.  “You know. I’ve been an Avenger and an X-Man.  World of difference in the way the public looks at you.  It’s crazy.”  Roberto said fuck a secret identity a long time ago, no point pretending now.

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blastcd‌:

When was the last time Sam blushed so much? The only time it ever happens when Roberto was around —  nobody else makes him feel this way. The shades of red don’t leave his cheeks as his wrist is pulled back toward his best friend. Does this all mean that there was a chance for his feelings to be shared? Sam decides in this moment to finally say something after all these years — which will be quite the risk.

“Bobby, ah don’t want ta go t’bed with anyone else. Ah’ve never been th’ type to wake up next ta strangers.” Sam looks at his palm, watching as Roberto is tracing random shapes on his skin. He has never been this nervous before, almost as if his heart was about to burst right out of his chest. “Ah want ta do all of those things only with you. Ah —“ He gets lost for words for only a moment as lips brush across his knuckles now. Roberto was so charming, does he realize it? The way it was affecting him?

“Bobby — what ah’m trying ta say is that ah’m in love with you. Ah have been for a long time, and didn’t know how t’ tell you.” He knows that Josiah is still asleep in the other room, otherwise the toddler would have ran in by now. You can’t really keep him in his bed when he can fly. “Please say somethin’.”

Robert isn’t sure whether he should be embarrassed that he is the type that’s woken up next to plenty of strangers.  But that also wouldn’t be news to Sam, so Roberto doesn’t think it’s exactly worth mentioning.  Not right now -- because this is.  Well, this is a lot.  A lot more than Roberto ever expected to hear.  Sam cuts to the heart of things so easily, Roberto feels like he’s been doused in cold water, suddenly one hundred percent awake.  

“Sam -- I.  I don’t know what to say.”  What can someone say to that?  Roberto realizes quickly that he’s not emoting properly, that he’s not getting his own point across at all.  Just what is his point?  He’s been stuttering around for too long, Jesus Christ.  Sam’s gonna get the wrong idea -- 

Impulsively, Roberto surges forward and kisses Sam on the mouth, drawing him in close with an arm around his waist.  It’s a lot easier than managing the words, after so many years, that he loves Sam, too.  That he gave up the hope of a chance years ago, no matter how much he’s wanted and craved and fantasized.  “Sam, Sam,” Roberto murmurs when he pulls back, hands going to Sam’s face.  “You mean it?  You’re sure?”  Roberto can’t take a chance.  Because if Sam’s sure, then...

Then the universe is going to have to fucking rearrange before Roberto lets him go.  Roberto doesn’t wait for an answer before he kisses Sam again, softer -- “I love you.  Of course I love you.  How could I not?”

[samuelguthric]

svnspotted‌:

roberto’s heard a lot of lines in his young life — it comes with the territory. but sam, sam saying that has roberto feeling like he’s a clammy-hands teenager again, no idea how to respond. there’s a ninety percent chance that anything that comes out of his mouth in the next ten minutes is going to sound totally lame. not at all suave.

the trouble is that roberto can’t tell if sam’s joking. ah, well. being meek never got anybody anywhere, right? “you can wake up here whenever you want, man. trust me, i’m already plenty impressed.” not a lie, not a joke. roberto passes his fingers through sam’s hair, just briefly, to emphasize the point.

“can go to sleep or wake up with me already.” a ludicrous waggle of his eyebrows and a dip to his voice — “or stay up real late with me right here.”

When was the last time Sam tried flirting with someone? It might have actually been over three years ago which is the saddest realization. He was always busy with something, trying to convince himself there wasn’t any time, but maybe these feelings for his best friend are the reason Sam hasn’t put himself out there. The silence makes him nervous, hoping that what he said didn’t ruin anything between them. This wasn’t a joke, all serious about what he would want in their future.

The fingers briefly pushing through his blonde hair makes him smile, something comforting about it. His hair was definitely a mess now, but Sam was okay with it. “Ah might never want to leave.” He doesn’t stop smiling, the expression just growing brighter. “Josiah sleeps through th’ night when we’re here so maybe ah should wake up here more often next ta you.” He says pressing his index finger against Roberto’s chest for a moment before pulling his hand back.

The next words that come out of his best friends mouth make his cheeks turn several shades of red — he probably looks like a tomato right about now. “Ah’d like that if yer sure ya’d want to do stay up late with ME.”

[svnspotted]

Roberto is way too pleased with himself when Sam goes bright red, all the way up to his ears. Roberto can’t help but laugh just a little, but there’s no mockery in his tone; he’s just unbelievably, perpetually fond of Sam. He wants to take Sam’s hand, pull it back to him.

There is, quite literally, no one else in the planet that Roberto would like to stay up late with. With unhurried purpose, Roberto wraps his fingers around Sam’s wrist and pulls his hand closer. “I’m pretty sure I’d want to.”

A curious finger traces a line in Sam’s palm, dragging random patterns while he thinks of words. There aren’t words for this, that’s why Roberto’s never been able to say it. “What I mean is — Sam. Anyone, me included, would be lucky to wake up to you in the mornings, to go to bed with you at night.” Lips brush Sam’s knuckles before Roberto can think to stop himself.

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ikonic-el‌:

There was a voice in Conner’s head (that sounded annoyingly like Clark) saying that the whole point of having a civilian identity was to fly under the radar, to avoid public scrutiny and make vigilante work easier. There was another voice, however, telling him that if even attempted to appear neutral on this topic, snakes would start, like, manifesting in his house. “I – I mean, yeah, you’re right. Same.” He wracked his brain for something even remotely intelligent to say. What had Lois written in her last article? Possibly the word ‘dogwhistle’ was involved? “Shit’s fucked. People are all anti-discrimination until a white guy in a suit and a tie comes along and calls it ‘diplomacy’.”

Roberto gives the guy a pat on the back, just thrilled to hear someone else talking reason.  Someone other than most the X-Men, anyway.  “Oh, I know.  You have one white guy use a soothing voice, and all the sudden everyone’s on board, even the people who were supposed to be on your side.”  It’s exhausting, and it’s also nothing fucking new, huh?  “It’s just recycled racism, you know?  Same basic thing as convincing people they had to keep their pure-as-the-driven-snow white women safe from anyone with dark skin.  Now it’s keeping their human children safe from a nebulous mutant threat with no critical thinking involved.”

[svnspotted]

godxofxlies‌:-

She  hadn’t  been  paying  too  much  attention  —  not  really.  Despite  being  in  an  unfamiliar  form  to  most,  she  still  made  it  her  business  to  keep  a  relatively  low  profile.  It  made  it  far easier  to  blend  in  when  necessary,  not  to  mention  she  wasn’t  on  a  dire  mission  to  cause  any  extra  trouble.  The  last  thing  she  needed  was  for  S.H.I.E.L.D  to  turn  its  attention  from  mutants  to  one  shifty  god.  Still,  her  opinion  had  been  called  upon  and  so  she  set  her  tea  down,  watching  the  male  from  her  table.  For  someone  who  was  likely  a  mutant  himself,  he  was  doing  a  whole  lot  of  talking  loudly  in  a  public  setting.  Either  he  was  really  stupid  and  filled  with  the  senseless  bravado  most  young  people  had  at  his  age,  or  he  was  a  lot  stronger  than  he  looked  —  potential  bounty  be  damned.  Either  way,  Loki Helen was  intrigued.

“  No  offense  Mr.  Mutant  Apologist,  but  I’d  rather  not  have  an  opinion,  especially  out  here  in  the  open.  The  last  thing  I  need  is  to  be  suspected  of  being  a  mutant  or  someone  who’d  help  them  out  of  a  tight  spot.  I  happen  to  like  being  out  of  jail  and  not  having  to  shit  while  someone’s  watching, but  you  obviously  have  no  fear  of  it.  Good  for  you,  but  my  opinions  are  my  own…  for  now.  ”

   “and just what the hell is a mutant apologist?” he demands, already incensed by the conversation’s direction.  as far as he’s concerned, mutants don’t owe anybody an apology.  except for whoever ate his stash of snack cakes at xavier’s school.  but that’s an intra-community issue to be addressed.  none of this woman’s business.  

roberto takes his coffee now and tips the barista generously and flashes a charming smile before turning a withering gaze back to the woman.  “ do you know what mlk said about the moderate?” he asks with an arch of a brow.  “ or what revelations said about the lukewarm, maybe?”  he can think of a few other examples, too.  “in an unjust world, ma’am, to be silent is to be complacent.  that’s why i’m not afraid.”  and because, humbly speaking, he’s a freakin’ powerhouse.  roberto knows, as he’s always known, that people are going to beat him down.  hes never going to make it easy for them -- meekness never stopped a cruel hand.

[samuelguthric]

svnspotted‌:

roberto isn’t used to this sort of uneven footing, the swoop of his stomach.  typically, roberto is charming, smooth, flirtatious.  but here, with the soft morning light giving sam a glow – but here, close and wanting, roberto feels like hes floundering.  please stay, he wants to say.  wants to beg sam not to even go so far as the kitchen.  suffering something fierce, roberto drags the sheets up over his face, like he’s trying to block out the light – not at all like he’s trying to hide.

eventually, he peaks out again, rolls onto his side, and gets a decent look at sam.  god, it makes his heart ache.  “what’re you sorry for?”  it looks good.  for a moment, roberto imagines there’s a world where he’s allowed to thread his fingers through sam’s hair, make it messier.  

“don’t have to worry about impressing me.  you’re already in my bed,” he teases.  “besides, you’re the dad to a kid with powers, aren’t you too tired to get up?”

His appearance was never something Sam bothered to fuss about before, but while in Roberto’s bed he allowed himself to care for at least a moment. He doesn’t want to get up, savoring this moment taking priority over anything else. There was nobody else Sam would want to have a lazy morning with — the sun shining through the curtains against his back.

“Ah realize how silly that must’ve sounded.” His gaze turns away for a moment while his cheeks are heating up again, a shade of red on them again which couldn’t be hidden. He has no choice except to turn back to look at Roberto, flashing another smile his way.

Would it be a bad idea to flirt? He was going for it, hoping not to make a fool of himself. “Ah want ta impress you if that means ah can wake up next ta you again.”

[svnspotted]

roberto’s heard a lot of lines in his young life — it comes with the territory. but sam, sam saying that has roberto feeling like he’s a clammy-hands teenager again, no idea how to respond. there’s a ninety percent chance that anything that comes out of his mouth in the next ten minutes is going to sound totally lame. not at all suave.

the trouble is that roberto can’t tell if sam’s joking. ah, well. being meek never got anybody anywhere, right? “you can wake up here whenever you want, man. trust me, i’m already plenty impressed.” not a lie, not a joke. roberto passes his fingers through sam’s hair, just briefly, to emphasize the point.

“can go to sleep or wake up with me already.” a ludicrous waggle of his eyebrows and a dip to his voice — “or stay up real late with me right here.”

[svnspotted]

   “listen -- obviously no self respecting mutant is going to get behind this crap.”  he said what he said.  if any mutant wants to argue, they can put their dukes up.  perhaps so blunt an attitude isn’t the best for business, but roberto didn’t get where he is by selling out and kissing ass.  he did it by being smart and strong in his convictions.  “every two years someone finds out the government is overrun by nazis or some other flavor fascist -- how are we supposed to go along with that?”  what the x-men, the avengers, anyone with a conscience, needs to do is start diverting funds to creating a sanctuary for the inevitable refugees of a budding but still-dangerous regime.  “thoughts?”

[svnspotted]

blastcd‌:

“ oh, i wish i could, but i don’t want to. ”

“Ah should have expected that answer.  Do you want to spend th’ morning in bed? We have to get up at some point so ah can make those grits for us.” Sam spent the night after they shared a bottle of wine. He must have fallen asleep in the same room as his BEST FRIEND. There’s just one secret that he has been holding onto for many years now — he’s in love with Roberto. Which makes waking up to him being right there something special. He hopes the blush that appeared on his face disappeared before the other mutant woke up, but here they are under the same sheets. “Ah don’t mind relaxing with you, Bobby. Mah hair is a mess though, ah’m sorry.”

[ @svnspotted​ ]

roberto isn’t used to this sort of uneven footing, the swoop of his stomach.  typically, roberto is charming, smooth, flirtatious.  but here, with the soft morning light giving sam a glow -- but here, close and wanting, roberto feels like hes floundering.  please stay, he wants to say.  wants to beg sam not to even go so far as the kitchen.  suffering something fierce, roberto drags the sheets up over his face, like he’s trying to block out the light -- not at all like he’s trying to hide.

eventually, he peaks out again, rolls onto his side, and gets a decent look at sam.  god, it makes his heart ache.  “what’re you sorry for?”  it looks good.  for a moment, roberto imagines there’s a world where he’s allowed to thread his fingers through sam’s hair, make it messier.  

“don’t have to worry about impressing me.  you’re already in my bed,” he teases.  “besides, you’re the dad to a kid with powers, aren’t you too tired to get up?”

[svnspotted]

oflkarions‌:

Klarion was left to his own devices in the pet shop, and as he frowned and picked at his uniform, Teekle did figure eights across his feet. The ginger kitten, eyeing him with big eyes as he gave her a mischievous grin. “You’re absolutely right Teekle, we should build our army.” he boy cackled before he went to get the tortoise out of its tub. “Now behold world, my new evil henchmen, TACKLE!” raising his hands in the air, he laughed maniacally as the tortoise moved at a very sluggish pace with Teekle on its back. Going down to inspect the turtle he whispered. “It’s okay tackle, take your time, the world will suffer at your own pace.” he mused before giving the little thing a leaf of lettuce.

concern folds a crease between roberto’s eyebrows, and he sighs heavily.  he’s seen some crazy people in his life, but this might be in the contender for craziest.  he can’t tell how much of it is...serious, which might be the most concerning part.  does the turtle carry a deadly virus?  “ you named the turtle tackle?”  with a frustrated sigh, roberto rubs his nose a little -- the cat’s irritating his allergies.  “ what’s it going to do?  does a laser pop out?”  he’s pretty sure putting a cat on a turtle’s back violates something peta stands for. 

[samuelguthric]

svnspotted‌:

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] [UNSENT] you don’t have to bring it up — you can just assume. there’s nothing I need money for that’s more important.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] well let’s fix the stairs then! don’t want my godson bonking his head.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] I’ll get you a card. whatever needs to be taken care of, just take care of it. no need to bring it up, then

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] I meant to get you one ages ago, honestly. problem solved!

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] [UNSENT] you’re already in my will.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] we really don’t want that! he’s always keeping us on our toes. especially when he decides to float up to the ceiling.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] you’re going to get me a card? really? me? what am i allowed to use it for, bobby?

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] will you come see the farm when it’s all done? we can make a little vacation out of it. ✈️

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] [UNSENT] you’re part of the family too. i always want you to be included. i love you.

[svnspotted]

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] he’s a little hell raiser. love that about him.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] yeah, you. who else? you can use it for whatever you want. I trust you. I figure the number of times you’ve saved my life, you basically have as much right to the money as me.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] [UNSENT] I want to take care of you.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] that sounds great! we need a vacation. don’t mind being there for the repairs, too, though.

[samuelguthric]

svnspotted‌:

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] she’s the real superhero, lbh.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] sam, hold up.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] you don’t need to wait on the lotto to help out your family. let me help.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ]  i didn’t know how to bring it up dude!

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ]  some parts of the house and barn haven’t been worked on since before my pop passed. and these kind of projects are expensive! from what i’ve researched anyway.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ]  i know the stairs outside need to be replaced, not just for my momma and siblings safety but for when i take josiah to visit them in the future too.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] [UNSENT] that last part might just be for my own peace of mind. my son’s blast fields are stronger than mine so.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ]  ah! i’m rambling. if you really want to help i won’t say no.

[svnspotted]

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] [UNSENT] you don’t have to bring it up — you can just assume. there’s nothing I need money for that’s more important.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] well let’s fix the stairs then! don’t want my godson bonking his head.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] I’ll get you a card. whatever needs to be taken care of, just take care of it. no need to bring it up, then

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] I meant to get you one ages ago, honestly. problem solved!

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] [UNSENT] you’re already in my will.

[rictorscales]

svnspotted‌:

@rictorscales

[ ✉️ > julio ] do you know what question I get real sick of?

[ ✉️ > julio ] i was talking to this real cute girl, right? And then she busts out the “so what ARE you” when she means “where are you from.” They never like when I tell them mutant. :/

(✉️ ➡️ mr. moneybags but not warren): “why do you smell like that?” (✉️ ➡️ mr. moneybags but not warren): oh (✉️ ➡️ mr. moneybags but not warren): you know what? i fucking feel that. (✉️ ➡️ mr. moneybags but not warren): last week some dude who came in looking for madrox asked me to translate for him. guy he was talking to only spoke portuguese. apparently, portuguese and spanish are ‘the same language.’  (✉️ ➡️ mr. moneybags but not warren): people are the fucking worst, dude.

[svnspotted]

[ ✉️ > julio ] that question also sucks, yeah. 🤧

[ ✉️ > julio ] oh god! I get that one all the time too, opposite direction

[ ✉️ > julio ] some people really DO fucking suck. seems like more people suck now than ever.

[svnspotted]

@chicagospryde

[ ✉️ > kitty 😸 ] do you have time for a very important, very personal question?

[samuelguthric]

svnspotted‌:

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] that’d be a real shame. Don’t want to disappoint your momma.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] sure we can — I mean, if you’re cooking. make me grits again 🤩🤩

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] i wouldn’t even dream of doing such a thing. she deserves the world for raising eleven of us on her own.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] someday i’d like to do some work on the farm house for everyone. if i ever win the lottery! place could use some repair.

[ OUTGOING → BOBBY ❤️ ] i’ll handle the cooking, i can pick up some stuff before i come over so we don’t have to go out in the morning. 👍🏽

[svnspotted]

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] she’s the real superhero, lbh.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] sam, hold up.

[ ✉️ > sam ☄️ ] you don’t need to wait on the lotto to help out your family. let me help.