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Baby Driver (2017)

Dir. Edgar Wright / DP: Bill Pope

“Your name’s Baby? B-A-B-Y Baby?”

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logdoggo:

i mean i still look the same but shh dont worry about that

i wont tell no one promise

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logdoggo:

and it sticks to the three letter naming convention ive set up for myself

the old wyv cant come to the phone right now

why?

because hes dead.

friendship ended with wyv now pug is my best friend

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logdoggo:

i mean my full name is Premium Unleaded Gasoline so like

pug is fine, they are both stinky and smelly and cant breath by design but they cute

thats true

pug it is

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im in and out like the tide

premium unleaded

pu

p u

do you prefer stinky or smelly

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look whos back at it again, fuckin unprecedented. my names Premium Unleaded now so you shall refer to me as such. 

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100 Years of Zombie Evolution in Pop Culture 

As a horror blogger, this time lapse video is my all-time favorite. You can watch the full video here. 

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tumblr: on languages

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Ready to cash in some serious sunflower pastel punk cred.

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haldidnotsolvepi:

No problem. It’d be a nice diversion from the usual.

i spose an assassination would be a pretty glarin outlier

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haldidnotsolvepi:

When you do know, I’ll be happy to take care of them.

ill keep it in mind

thanks much

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tacettestimonial replied to your post: tacettestimonial replied to your post: ...

No I kinda get it. Please be safe when you can?

doin my very most bestest

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“You’re stress baking.”

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haldidnotsolvepi:

Do you have someone you need removed from existence?

potentially though i aint too sure on who it really is yet

jus gettin a vibe an seein some red flaggy stuff

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tacettestimonial replied to your post: man i sure love the smell of stalkers in the...

Shit man, you going to be ok.

ive had to deal with stuff way worse than this before it jus makes a guy a lil wary yknow

not takin any chances with this so drastic measures are bein taken

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man i sure love the smell of stalkers in the mornin

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He had managed to get them all into their respective carriers, placating the wails with treats and hums and promises of all the things kitties shouldn't have when they got back. (He was lying, of course, but the cats didn't need to know that.) It wasn't long after that that he heard the sound of Dirk's arrival, and turned towards him. ...He absolutely looked like he'd been herding cats all morning. Poor guy. Gesturing at the carriers, he huffed.

"Four. And only one of them is technically mine." He paused, counting in the air. "...Two? No. Yes? One. Yeah. One." He pointed at a pepper-grey coloured one. "Clove. He's mine." He looked to the all-white cat. "Or is Flour mine? No, Flour was definitely a gift. Clove is mine." Fuckin' cats, man. He pointed at the jet-black one. "That's Ross. He was Dirk's cat." Gaze settled on the orange tabby. "Nutmeg was..." He got quiet, swallowed, and cleared his throat a little. The deceased's cat. But hey! He didn't entirely lose his shit. Props, right?

"And you'll notice they're all tucked away in their respective carriers, thanks." He rolled his eyes and playfully slugged him in the shoulder. "I jus' don't have four arms and really don't wanna make two trips."

>Snorting a bit at the conversation, he got himself dressed and ready to go. After all, he didn’t want to walk up into the pet clinic in the buff or in his boxers. Just wouldn’t be right. After pulling his hair back and putting on his glasses, he grabbed his holoband and slipped it on his finger. He tacked in the coordinates and managed to whisk himself over to David’s house in a decently quick time. Upon arrival, he cocked a brow and pocketed his hands.

“Aye, I’m here. How many cats do y’ah have again? Because ‘m pretty sure we may need ‘ah giant crate at this point.”

>Stop making jokes and help the guy with his kitties you ninny.

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all set

Shush an’ start cratin’ the cats. I’ll be there in a second.