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the gasp i just let out (x)
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the gasp i just let out (x)
da $!$? squad
we are so back bitches :)
tfw your new flatmate despises j*hnny d*pp more than you do
Wan: You're surrounded by guys. Can't you find female friends?
Pleng: I'm around men for work, you were married to one. Then you ran off to the sea and stayed with another man.
He took a breath. That wasn't supposed to happen. The air was stale, suffocating, and thick with the scent of damp earth and varnished wood. His lungs screamed in protest, a ragged gasp slicing through the silence like a blade. His heart pounded, each beat a drum against the confines of his ribs, reverberating through the confined space. Splinters bit into his palms as he clawed at the lid above, panic flooding his veins like molten fire. He was buried. The realization hit him like a sledgehammer, sending his thoughts spiraling into chaos. What the hell happened? How the hell did he wind up underground?! The last thing he remembered was the explosion and the firelight kid and... Jinx.
"Jinx." his vocal muscles growled out. He wouldn't die here- if she was out there, he had to find her and bring her to justice. With a sudden burst of rage and adrenaline, he surged forward with a primal growl, breaking through the surface of the wood that sent soil flowing through. Quickly, he clawed at the moist dirt, using what microscopic amount of traction he could gather to slowly hoist himself up. First, his arms, then his head, then his torso, stomach, pelvis, and legs followed suit. He climbed and crawled, his mouth practically sewn shut, not preventing him from getting grime into his mouth. Yet, he still kept climbing. Because he had a job to do.
And with a guttural roar overshadowed by a clap of thunder, Marcus pulled himself from his own grave.
Miles has to dance no matter where he is
literally the moment you start entertaining the idea of cutting out possible trigger foods (bc youre having digestive issues) everyone around you thinks they're a fucking nutritionist & dietician