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🤗 i dont like this emoji. this is not a hug to me. this is someone doing condescending jazz hands in my general direction when i am in need of affection. not comforting.

🫂 i love this emoji. this is a hug. we are hugging and its nice. and as a special bonus they appear to be my old friends from the msn messenger logo? very comforting.

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Reblogging bc my friend did this to me today 😭

Blowing a kiss to Johnny “Soap” MacTavish is like pulling the pin on a glitter grenade—you never know where the spark’s gonna land.

It’s always a gamble.

You think you’re being cute.

You think he’ll catch it with a wink, maybe tap his heart like a gentleman.

One moment he’s beaming, catching it mid-air with dramatic flair like it’s a bloody dove, eyes glinting like he’s just intercepted enemy comms. Smacking it dramatically onto his chest with a proud “Ach! Right in the ticker! you spoil me, bonnie.” he’ll murmur, staggering backward like you just shot him with a Cupid .50 cal.

The crowd swoons. Children cheer. Birds sing.

The next time?

Public place. Full squad around. Briefing room. You blow that kiss and he catches it with two hands… locks eyes with you… then—with full confidence and zero shame—plants it straight on his crotch. Smack. Hands on his hips. Grinning like a menace. “That’s where I felt it, lass. Don’t lie.”

Everyone turns.

Gaz groans. Ghost doesn’t even look up. Alejandro claps. And Price? He sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters, “For the love of bloody God, Soap…���

Soap just winks at you across the room like he did you a favor.

It’s 50/50 chaos. You blow that kiss, you’re playing Russian Roulette with your dignity.

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If one more person slides their hand up my thigh today I will- well idk but it won't be happy 😞

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Imagine asking a cowboy about his dance moves and getting no reply

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Ya know wha' would be really funny? If I didn't reply ta this...

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Welcome Mia ♡

Our little love is finally here.

Welcome, Mia Grace. Mommy and daddy love you more than anything ❤️

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Ya say a color too and' th' last one ta touch nose or whoever repeats a color has ta do it!

Nose goes blue!

What're you on about? Nose goes? Like when you touch your nose so ya don't have ta do shit ya don't wanna? What's cyanosis got ta do with that?

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Reblogging my old acc shamelessly 😘

Gaz is giving "I'm not a gynecologist, but I know a cunt when I see" one in this pic 🤣

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I feel this again 😔

"I fear I'm cooked"

Nah bro, I fear I shall be sautéed in my tears and seasoned with my demise

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Riley being the bestest boi ☺️

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Gotta join in this one- when 'm off duty of course...

Otherwise I'll turn a blind eye... we'll say 's fer moral...

I'm watchin' these soldiers mix ungodly concoctions in plastic cups and payin' each other to drink em...

I have a feelin' imma be busy later today.

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Ya ever jokingly done tha' thing where ya like... go inta twerkin' position, bu' only move yer head an' sometimes shoulders like some cat yackin' up a hairball ta disappoint people? It's funny...

◎ Is there a dance you'd be embarrassed to do?

Naw! I can twerk n’ twist n’ spin like a prodigy. Catch me on Dancing With The Stars, doin’ the best motherfuckin’ two-step you’ve ever seen.

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Okay but it can be cute! Though since you're the Mayor of desaturated town you'll probably still dislike it... 💔

◎ ugliest color?

Chartreuse.

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Was it the damn inhale screech? Did you do that? Demonic tea kettle ass bitch 💚

I'm not a tea kettle!

'm 'merican...

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LOOK AT THEM! THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL 😭

Lost love is sweeter when it's finally found

I've got the strangest feeling

This isn't our first time around ❤️

@ride-sgt-rodeo

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Every once in a while I remember he’s dead and every once in a while I grieve him