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                                       COLD    AS    ICE.

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                      ' why cant you just eat food that touch eachother? take a page from stoppables book and eat the god damn food ' @stwrdss

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spongbob annoucer: this time for sure. starter call !

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     midge &  shego   !!

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               ' honestly, your morther is like a female version of drakken, just slightly better. ' digits began to tap on the others shoulder while circling her slowly letting eyes trail up & down the others figure ' you know, if you wanted to get out of here. you can leave with me. ' @inheritedfates

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small relationships tag dump

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              ' I love plenty of things & I can assure you this wont be one. ' while the other runs ahead, there wasnt enough motivation or care to drive her forward to even see what the other was shouting so frantically about ' its a garden? would you like a medal for something everyone has? '

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“come with me  ! you’ll absolutely love this ! “  she’s running into the garden,  sprinting nearly, look ! look ! she’s saying, pointing frantically into the flower garden.  the other doesn’t know it yet but she’s grown a green rose.

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Reblog this if your muse has pretty eyes.

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          laila lets out a small hum before raising her hands in defense, taking a seat. as she crosses her legs, she folds her arms and leans forward. ❝ yeah ? okay. ❞ shoulders shrug almost lazily as she watches the other, a smile playing at her lips.

                lowering her arms away from her bust while cocking a brow. by now anyone would be running out the door at the mere mention of a threat or violence. moving over the the chair opposite the other & crossing a leg over the other ' who even are you ? '

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          a brow raises as laila stands, crossing the room to the other. a tattooed hand brushes the hair from shego’s eyes before falling back to her side. with a smirk, laila looks the other over carefully. ❝ not a movement, if you ask me. gives me somethin’ to look at. ❞

              a slight laugh escaped her brims before realising the other was serious ' ill give you something to look at in a minute & it'll be my fist in your face. ‘ eyes glancing up at down the others figure, not taking much thought into it besides sharing the almost same shape as possible.

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          ❝ i think we both know what i meant - you get my heart racin’, y’know. when y’move, i go crazy. ❞ 

                  hands gliding down her jumpsuit to flatten out anything that would look like a train wreck before crossing arms and folding them underneath her bust ' I know what I mean, im just not accepting the fact. & the only movements you'll be seeing is me going out that door. '

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            ' you might want to get that checked out. drum shaped hearts arent entirely healthy. '

               @thievil / another one.      she bangs - ricky martin.

          ❝ you’re playing games, and now you’re hittin’ my heart like a drum.  ❞

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                 heels met with a slightly lifeless body, breathing can still be heard despite it being staggered. digits curling around a nearby barrel and perching herself atop it. ‘ you know, making deals with you is so much more rewarding. drakken makes it feel like im working with toddlers. but, a deals a deal. ‘ @herbounty