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literally learning a thousand new words from this fic woa

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The room smells of fresh smoke. It holds a certain strange calm after the frenzy of the previous night. Eugene closes his eyes and imagines Merriell leaving; cigarette between his teeth, zippo jumping flame, kicking the door shut behind him with his boot. 

chapter nine

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happy pride month

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the boots after scrubbing oil drums in front of snafu

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yes

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oh em gee

Snafu sketches 🪖

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bill and jay doordash together. thier love miasma infects the food. bill parks on people’s lawns and gets bad reviews but blames in on homophobia and not the fact he eats people’s fries sometimes and puts self promo for his bad rap music in peoples meals. jay is passenger princess and keeps the food warm with his juicy thighs.

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he's right

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how i imagine mortar squad conversations going most of the time

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like do u see the vision

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literally homie hopping

the scene sequence of leckie coming back from banika to the sidsledge reunion (et al) to the movie scene to sid leaving to eugene in leckie's tent. noticing 🚬

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there is actually one reason i would willingly join the army and that's to desert my unit and betray my country on the eve of battle

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wow. 😐 id marry (?) her. 😐

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im awake

Meow

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opinions on lasagna?

me and lasagna have a relationship too intense to even be considered sexual. it transcends all emotion, all expression. it is beyond even the greatest loves to ever be experienced. thank you for asking