islarey

[islarey]

"SUCK MY DIIIIIIIIIIIICK!" - <3 - fuckyouvaas

"Wai' wai' wai-- hold on--"

"You have a dick?"

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[islarey]

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔼𝕏𝔸ℂ𝕋 𝕊𝔸𝕄𝔼 𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾… 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝔸𝔾𝔸𝕀ℕ.      𝕀𝕋 𝔾𝔼𝕋𝕊 𝕋𝕀ℝ𝕀ℕ𝔾, ℕ𝕆?

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[islarey]

I’m so fucking soft when it comes to her

[islarey]

it’s okay to murder people but it’s not okay to disrespect your wife btw

[islarey]

[islarey]

He wouldn't lie. This was disappointing, to come across her lying in a pile on the side of the road. But he couldn't really blame her, could he? Hurricane Brody was getting increasingly bold. He'd killed the fucker twice now, and still he was hearing stories of decimated outposts, liberated slaves, and more and more bodies piling up in his wake.

It brought a chuckle to his lips. Coming back around, though, he realized he needed to scold her later. First he had to figure out if she was going to die on him. It didn't look like it, but then again, he was no doctor. And Chris had just stopped moving one day. It could be anything these days.

"I don't give a fuck about him, hermana, I do not give a fuuuck. He's off fucking that jungle pussy, no idea-- no FUCKING idea what the real world is like."

He's gotten up halfway through his speech, started to pace. Off in his own little world.

"And he is leaving us holding the bag, no? No no-- it's ok! It's ok. This is typical of Americans, yes? It's normal for them. A whooole different kind of animal. It's fine. I'm gonna chill. We're gonna chill, amiga."

And, ducking back down, Beth was lifted into his arms. Getting blood everywhere, but he did not notice nor care.

"You're gonna be fine, zorra."

@unrxlypirxte con't

[islarey]

"In terms of cojones - you have a shit-ton!" || from Juan...

"Oh yeah? You think so? That's kinda funny, actually,"

His sentence is broken up with laughter, a guilty grin splitting his face.

"That's the same thing your momma said last night."

[islarey]

“Nicky’s mother called.” “Oops, time’s up.”

[islarey]

“why are you so tall” :/ answer the question vaas

He can't help but burst out laughing, loud and boisterous. What a question, coming from a guy who could fit into kids clothes.

"You wanna come at me with this question, amigo? You want a serious fucking answer? Maybe it's the same answer to why you're fucking short, no?"

"My momma loved me."

[islarey]

idc if i’ve smooched my girl 89 times in a row, if she says one more, she getting one more

[islarey]

"I thought I told you not to bring dirt in here with you?" || from Hoyt...

Track in dirt? Of course he'd track dirt about. He lived on a tropical island, outdoors, all the time. But with Hoyt? He'd cut his feet off at the ankle before he tracked in dirt to Hoyt's fancy office. He wiped his feet as told, made efforts to wear the least-blood splattered clothes he had whenever meeting with the boss. And for him to automatically assume the one pirate in the room was the one tracking mud in?

Vaas was suddenly furious, enough so he lost his hold on his tonge.

"Dirt? Are you serious?"

well there was no going back now, he was a deisel truck heading right for an orphanage with no brakes--

"H--Boss can you look me in the eye and tell me with a straight face you think I am the one fucking up your carpet?"

[islarey]

@unrxlypirxte

missionary so we can continue our argument from before

[islarey]

“Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same fucking thing... over and over again, expecting... shit to change. That... is crazy; but the first time somebody told me that... I dunno, I thought they were bullshitting me, so boom — I shot him. The thing is, okay... he was right.“

[islarey]

Whether or not Grant was sleeping, dead, or pretending to be either, Vaas didn't care. Only waltzed up to the cage he was in, swung the door open in a grand gesture, and bent down to slap the Brody awake.

"Wake up gringo! It's time to play a little game!"

Slapping him again, Vaas took a step back, landing a kick to his midsection for good measure.

"Don't keep me FUCKING waiting, piece of shit."

@fuckyouvaas // SC

[islarey]

"Ey, ease up on the trigger finger, amigo. Your momma not teach you any manners? Shiiiit."

Hands up in mock surrender, Vaas could only chuckle and smirk down at the little general. Because of course the fucker wouldn't recongnize him from their meetings before. Or maybe he did, and didn't appeciate Vaas making a fool of him. He meant to apologize about that, as Hoyt hadn't been happy.

But it wasn't Vaas's fault the little guy was such an idiot he couldn't help point out all the weak spots in his little fort.

"You shoot holes in everybody's fucking supply truck or are you just pissy today, mm?"

@yarabled // SC

[islarey]

lmao like for a starter

[islarey]

Muttering in spanish as he threw another beer bottle, Vaas didn’t turn towards her immediately. Gathering his thoughts, grinding his teeth. Fucking ridiculous. All of it.

“Cut that fucking sir shit out and come here.”

Beckoning her now, waving a hand to get her to see what he saw.

“You seeing what I am seeing hermana? You see this shit?”

Upon first glance, nothing had changed. But if her gaze lowered, she might notice one of the corners had been torn, chewed at, and possibly even burrowed inside. Utterly destroyed. And it wasn’t the only one.

“You wanna fucking tell me what I am looking at?”

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