I'm in no way an expert on which posts are real and which ones are not, but I just thought I would let you know that I've seen several other posts saying that list of targets is totally and completely fake.
Thank you so much for letting me know!
I apologize to my followers for misinforming any of you. .
HALEY JEAN YOU ARE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE PEOPLE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH honestly we have so much in common and we are so blessed to live so close together and i am so excited to see you again in two weeks. you do so much for me and idk how i will ever repay you <3333
HOW DO I POSSIBLY EXPLAIN MY LOVE FOR TAYLOR SWIFT honestly her music and lyrics are so amazing and she is just such a good person and i just love her so much and her songs help me through so much and she means so much to me and now im crying about taylor swift
It was Trip’s birthday, and chocolate chip cookies were his favorite, and they didn’t have a mission so she figured she could make cookies while he was training with Bobbi. She found all the ingredients, turned on the oven, and mixed everything together, putting the trays into the oven.
Only, she forgets to set the timer, and gets absorbed in the card she’s making from cut-out pieces of the team pasted over bright orange paper- and then she smells smoke.
She pulls the burning cookies out of the oven, turns it off before she jams the smoke alarm off with a broom, and collapses into the middle of the kitchen, face in her hands as tears well up. She isn’t aware that anyone enters the kitchen until she feels the soft hands against her forearms, and she stiffens until she hears Trip’s voice in her ear and then she just starts to cry harder, letting him pull her against him.
“Don’t cry,” he murmurs, hand rubbing up and down her arm, chin on the top of her head.
“It’s your birthday,” she sobbed, nose pressed to his chest, hands gripping his shirt tightly. “I wanted to make cookies. And I screwed it all up. I ruined another birthday.”
“I don’t care about cookies, Skye,” Trip whispered, hand coming up to tuck her hair behind her ear, thumb brushing her tears away behind cupping her face in his palm. “My birthday is the opposite of ruined. You wanted to make me cookies, and that’s enough.”
“I just wanted to make you smile,” she whispered back, lip quivering slightly as she took a breath in, looking up at him. Trip looked down at her for a moment before his lips curved upwards into a smile, all the way up to his eyes.
“All you have to do is stand there in front of me and I smile, babe,” he replied simply, fingers threading through her hair. “You make me happy, Skye, just by existing.”
“So you don’t mind if your present ends up just being me?” she asked, and he shook his head, grinning before he leaned down, kissing her softly. She smiled against his mouth, arm slipping around his neck to pull him closer.
“You’re the only present I’ll ever need girl,” he answers, and she rolls her eyes, kissing him again.
(plum because it's like purple???) Honeydew. Kiwi. TBH Blueberry was me before we officially met over the purple bath bomb dinosaur incident on twitter.
PLUM HDU! jkjk. Honeydew: You fascinate me. Kiwi: Love your blog, equally interested in you as a person. Blueberry: Sometimes, I like and re-blog posts from you just to get your attention.
pls haley you’re a ray of sunshine and your love for orcas fascinate ME. ahaha omg blueberry. i am so sorry i didn’t notice before. purple dinosaur bath bomb will always be iconic and v important to us tbh :’))))
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