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♆ { G R E E T E R : @blutiepie }  ♆

            “ MY E Y E S  must be playing TRICKS on me. YOU aren’t actually F L Y I N G are you ?? “

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                 “Do you trust me? I know your dad doesn’t, but what about you?” there’s a grin as he watches her, leaning back against the car as he takes her in. “And if you do, would you trust me with a surprise for you?” there’s a grin that is nothing more than mischievous because he obviously knows the answer to the question. “and if the answer to any of that is yes, I’m going to need you to go get packed.”

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“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

               “Out? Bubbles, it’s midnight, it’s still EARLY in the night,” there’s a shrug of his shoulders as he takes her in, sitting on the window ledge and waiting for her to move so he can come in. “Besides I have to wait until your family’s asleep before slipping in, don’t I? So I was killing time is all.” slipping into the room he slips off his shoes so that he’s not making too much noise. he shows her him, doing a full circle. “no cuts, bruises, injuries. if you need to know I was actually playing street fighter with Boom.”

@blutiepie | concern meme | selectively accepting

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blutiepie replied to your post:#anakin wants to be a rowdyruff boy. it’s an...

dress in drag and join the powerpuffs instead. we’re prettier.

LOUD SQUINTING

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flicks ur head

                   ❛    ———was that really necessary ?     ❜

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@blutiepie continued

                         the words burn in his throat even after he’s spoken them, his heart is crushed as he watches her break. nothing in this world hurts worse than watching her hurt. when she says it’s his loss he knows it’s true, knows that no words have ever been more true than those words. losing her is the worst thing that could happen to him, but it’s the best for her. he’s from the wrong side of the city, he isn’t good for anyone and he wants her to have he life she deserves. as she speaks he nods and then looks down, “you are my first choice, bubbles.” softly he speaks before looking up at her once more, walking over and gently brushing fingers over her cheek to get rid of the tears. “you’re gorgeous and tough and everything I could ever want, but I don’t deserve you, and you deserve so much more than a kid from the wrong side of the tracks.” this has nothing to do with his pride, the way he watches her it is far softer, “I love you, Bubbles.”