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Why did I get an emergency alert about Joe Bidens prostate again

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Uhhhhhhhhh lack original ideas much loser?

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Commit to a bitch? NAH, commit to the BIT 💯😤🔥

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Good Vibrations - Marky Mark & The Funky Bunch

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"Mrs. Roe": BabeRoe

tw// mdni, adult content, sexual content, Babe Heffron x Eugene Roe, post-war, Bill Guarnere guest appearance, domesticity

"Hello, who's this?"

It's five p.m. on a Wednesday when Heffron answered the phone. Got interrupted making Ma's shortbread cookies, fixing up dinner, and all that. Should've probably ignored the call, actually; Eugene would be home soon, but yet, here he was, entertaining a stranger with flour all over his hands.

"Now that ain't what I'd expect a pretty wife to sound like."

Yep. Should've never picked up the other end.

"Ay, fuck off, Gonorrhea."

"Miss you, too, Mrs. Roe."

Should've never picked it up originally, but he'll take change. It was good to hear from Guarnere. The sound of the city behind him brought back familiarity; the Philly talk, the way Bill painted life back in the streets, giving updates on everyone else he kept in contact with. Marriages, job changes, birthdays; deaths, even. All of it. And Babe absorbed every single tidbit, ignoring the Louisiana heat beading up the dough in his hands and the stray cat Eugene kept feeding pawing at his foot.

All right. Maybe the tomcat was being way too annoying right now. Little shit was tearing up his damn ankles. Cookies were waiting. Gumbo needed stirring. Laundry forever piling. Time to go.

“I gotta head down there to see my favorite married couple. Say…March sounds good. I’ll bring Martin and Toye along, too. Hope the swamp ain’t too bad.”

“I’ll tell Doc about it. Don’t you dare come empty-handed, though. Ain’t nothin’ free.”

“You know I won’t. I’ll bring enough booze to drown out that bayou.”

Babe didn’t need to have eyes to see the grimey smirk Bill had.

“And an industrial box of the finest civilian condoms, of course; ribbed, for a wife’s ultimate pleasure and a husband’s satisfaction.

“The most thoughtful wedding gift, courtesy of yours truly.”

Oh, it was like that. Well, two could play that game, and Babe never lost, nor would he ever admit defeat.

“Thanks, but no thanks. Just bring the fucking whiskey, smartass. No wraps needed.”

“Why, Mrs. Roe–”

Why, Mrs. Roe had to hurry up and go, judging by how his darling’s truck rattled into the driveway.

“My husband gives it to me raw. You know, for his wife’s ultimate pleasure and his personal satisfaction.”

Always.

“Hey, maybe you should try that shit sometime again now that you’re married, Gonorrhea. Promise it’s safe.”

And Babe finally hung up to the booming laughter of Guarnere, snorting as he wrangled the feline away from his path to get the food ready. He didn’t burn the roux and the red beans this time. He’d been practicing his culinary skills now that winter came and there was less activity at the docks. Shifts were shorter, more time to stay home and take care of things. Too bad construction never stopped, though; Eugene was hard at work most days, pulling long hours, hours that he determined to one day slash significantly once he got promoted at work. After all the crap Doc did in Europe, he didn't want him forever sleep-deprived again.

He'd have Doc tucked in nice and safe, tending to their vegetable garden and reading his favorite books. Even if Babe had to work triple his own shifts, go out and get a gazillion other jobs once spring rolled around, he'd do it if Eugene could lead a gentler life.

"Something smells really good."

But that was a thought for another time. Right now, his guest of honor came home. Five-thirty, right on the dot.

"Doc! C'mere so I can get your coat and hat."

And a wife had to tend to his husband, he sardonically thought. He'll take the bullshit title Guarnere gave him if it meant he could see Eugene smiling at him from across the table every single day of his life, enjoying dinner and dessert to the chirp of crickets, here deep in the bayou.

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In a place of anna and dashas cigarettes

A Yap Centric Oracle Chats

We're just yapping, gabbing even, I'd go as far to say Chatting in this ep.

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the vibes of this pic... immaculate

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Currently punching the air biting things growling rolling around in my enclosure at the bitches who think they are just NOW discovering Walton Goggins and his immaculate aura meanwhile Justified Hive has KNOWN He Was Him foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

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Im not saying it was on purpose this ended up being a mostly baberoe fic OK?!?!?!?!?!

WOMEN IN STEM!!!! I was FINALLY able to get the new ep up! Enjoy!!!!

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I’d like to thank The Academy…….

Join The Midwest Foreign Oracle Association for the First Ever Oracle Awards! 🏆

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New Oracle Tomorrow… Lock In Chat

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Band of Brothers BTS photos → Cast Bootcamp

god, i mean you gotta love bootcamp

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They worked tf outta her ! She can barely smile

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Seated. Sat. Waiting. Demure.

Oracle Season 3 Premiere. Wednesday.