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OH 😭 ok. But still.

-I need to go get glasses omfg

Unfortunately, my paper work will not be done on time because I can't find my damn reading glasses. If anyone sees them please return them to me.

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I AM SO SORRY-

Damn I must need glasses bad- 😭

Unfortunately, my paper work will not be done on time because I can't find my damn reading glasses. If anyone sees them please return them to me.

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Of course, Sir. Sorry again.

Unfortunately, my paper work will not be done on time because I can't find my damn reading glasses. If anyone sees them please return them to me.

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OH yeah sorry-shoulda said I was taking them.

Unfortunately, my paper work will not be done on time because I can't find my damn reading glasses. If anyone sees them please return them to me.

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I-

nO. He did naw- NOT. DAMNIT. I gotta stop hanging out with soap omfg

Unfortunately, my paper work will not be done on time because I can't find my damn reading glasses. If anyone sees them please return them to me.

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😭 it’s ME, pendeja. I TOOK HIS GLASSES BC I CAN SEE BETTER WITH THEM ON.

Which means I need glasses but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no I dont

Unfortunately, my paper work will not be done on time because I can't find my damn reading glasses. If anyone sees them please return them to me.

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nO not yOu.

Unfortunately, my paper work will not be done on time because I can't find my damn reading glasses. If anyone sees them please return them to me.

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I…may or may not know who has them….

Unfortunately, my paper work will not be done on time because I can't find my damn reading glasses. If anyone sees them please return them to me.

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😐 “girl, listen, if you don’t let me return a favor, I swear to god, my head will explode. I am not used to people being nice to me, I am used to being nice to them and them leaving it at that, SO LET KE DO YOUR PAPER WORK MF 🔫

“I’m here. Fashionably late but I’m here.”

—Your favorite Nuisance.

”Good. Price was clawing at the walls, working about you. He’d never admit it though. Onto more important matters….”

“How do I hide my hair. I tried touching up the roots and it came out fucking MAHOGANY.”

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👁️👄👁️

“You saint. I’ll cover your paper work for you.”

“I’m here. Fashionably late but I’m here.”

—Your favorite Nuisance.

”Good. Price was clawing at the walls, working about you. He’d never admit it though. Onto more important matters….”

“How do I hide my hair. I tried touching up the roots and it came out fucking MAHOGANY.”

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”one, he’s price, two. I HAVE NO MORE BLEACH. SIMON STOLE IT ALL-“

“I’m here. Fashionably late but I’m here.”

—Your favorite Nuisance.

”Good. Price was clawing at the walls, working about you. He’d never admit it though. Onto more important matters….”

“How do I hide my hair. I tried touching up the roots and it came out fucking MAHOGANY.”

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“I’m here. Fashionably late but I’m here.”

—Your favorite Nuisance.

”Good. Price was clawing at the walls, working about you. He’d never admit it though. Onto more important matters….”

“How do I hide my hair. I tried touching up the roots and it came out fucking MAHOGANY.”

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ay it's okay, Valeria. but very good abt the balloons >:)

anyways.

you still wanna go get ice cream?

VALERIA.

Mi tio (Alejandro, aka megamind 2.0) has pissed off OTRA VES, SO. Wanna help me egg his house? Or yk...give him a heart attack by breaking in, stealing his favorite weapon (you get to keep it) and going out for ice cream after? (I'll pay.) lemme know by four pm. ADIOS <333 -(a very pissed off and salty feeling) @rubysrandomaskblog

I'm five hours late but I'll still throw water balloons at him when I pass his house (while he's cleaning off the eggs)

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"Uhh...yeah. I do. Named him James-after my grandpa."

She smiled at her feet. "He's with his uncle right now, though."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

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*She smiled at the other red head before murmuring* "Just gotta find a way to contact my son now..."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

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"Whoa, whoa calm down. threw it in the river along with the dude, Jen! I ain't dumb!"

she put her hands up in defense and smiled.

"I ain't dumb."

(Open RP) (Slasher Jeanz AU)

It was a nice, cool summer evening, the wind blowing through the trees. The Farm was silent, peaceful. Inside however, was not. Jeanz didn't know how long it had been, how many years since she had turned into The Siren, into someone who wasn't her. But, the redhead didn't care at the moment. What she needed, had to do, was keep the women safe.

As she wandered through the farmhouse, waiting for her next victim, she thought back on what brought her here, a ironic smile on her scarred lips.

Declan had found out, she had tried so hard, but he still found out about Clara. She should have never refused that client that wanted to cut her. The one that cut her face, the one that tried to come back for more. Declan had snapped and ordered some of his workers to dig into her life more.

That's where they found Clara. She had gone to meet Declan as usual, but when she got there, her heart cracked in two in her chest. Declan had Clara with a knife to her throat. Jeanz had tried and begged Declan to let her go. It was all in vain. Declan sliced Clara's throat himself with a cruel laugh. Jeanz snapped. She screamed and cried, grabbing the nearest knife and lunging. Her mind broke in two and all she could think was to protect and kill. Declan died that day, in a bloody mess. She had absolutely maimed his body, not caring.

After that, a few months later, the rumors started. A nice little Farmhouse with animals, well taken care of. The perfect place to take your lady. No one noticed the males didn't come back. No one cared to ask why the women seemed happier, more free, less bruises.

Soon, a strip club known as O'Paddy's, went down. Only known to the women of the city of Galway, was it seen as a home away from the horrors the men in their life had seen. The Siren, who ran it, kept them safe, fed and warm. Painted rocks started popping up on women's windows that were being abused and controlled.

If women left The Farm with a small canvas, with a way to get a hold of The Siren at O'Paddy's, the keypad numbers on the back of the purple rose canvas, well it wasn't discussed.

Jeanz snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open. She grabbed her knife from her boot, silently climbing into the rafters, her footsteps making no noise. Her gaze was sharp as she watched the singular person come through the door. Her mind raced. Usually it was couples that came here.

The Farm had healthy animals, recent artwork Jeanz had painted hung up. There was no dust on any surface. It was homey. Jeanz didn't like the fact it was only one person. She was supposed to protect the women. There were supposed to be two people.

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'M doin' well for once.

Ghost's been up my ass about some sort of report i had to do but the big lug aint tellin' me what kind of report it was so i can't locate it.

He's still here, gettin' yelled at for being on my phone lmao

come get your husband PLS.

o_o another johnny??? and y'all said GHOST was the most popular....

what up mah man?

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cannae hae the scary bloke wit'oot the lovable ine, aye? ah'm feelin' braw, hoo are ye, rubes?