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brewed-pangolin · 3 months
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Inspired by your thoughts on tea, since we know Soap makes fun of Ghost during the Alone mission for asking for a cuppa... do you think Soap would make tea for his wife? Tease her about it but always make sure her favored brand is in the pantry?
Umm...I might have gone a little overboard with this. Oopsies. (But I loved it so much!!)
Johnny would absolutely tease his love for your certain affection and acquired tastes towards tea.
Always muttering little quips under his breath as you meticulously scrutinize the herbal tea aisle of the grocery store for the better part of half an hour.
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"Steamin Jesus, gonnae be growin' roots inta th'floor if this takes any longer."
You roll your eyes at him. Too lost in mulling over whether to go with the tried and true chamomile tea bags you've been using for years, or venture out and take a chance on the loose tea you've been reading so much about.
You decide, after much internal deliberation, to go with both.
Once at the checkout lane, you survey the ever growing line of products and can't help but notice that two of your newly cherished items seemed to have miraculously disappeared.
"What's th' bloody difference?" Soap's sudden interjection pulls your eyes towards him. Holding both boxes in his hands, eyes shifting back and forth to give each parcel a quick yet thorough inspection.
"Th's ones tea in a bag. And th's ones loose. So what, ones caged and th'others free range?"
"It's basic chemistry, smartass," you snap back. Snatching both boxes out of his hands, adding them back to the line along the grocery belt.
"You should know something about that, Soap. Being a demolitions expert and all."
"Aye, I am. Rarely havin' to deal wit botanicals though, sweetheart."
An amused sigh escapes your lips, shaking your head as you point to each box and explain in lamens' terms the difference to the ill educated Scot.
"Tea bags are good for quick steaps, inexpensive and easily accessible. But they also grow bitter quickly, are only good for one-time use, and generally have one dominant aromatic note."
You give him pause, narrowing your eyes and gander whether he's understanding your descriptive breakdown or altogether lost like a deer in headlights. His cocked eyebrow indicates the former, allowing you to continue.
"Loose tea has numerous aromatic tones, a longer shelf life, greater variety, and one scoop can be brewed multiple times. Yes, they're quite a bit more expensive and take longer to steap, but the pros outweigh the cons pretty unanimously."
"So why ya buyin' both then, bonnie?"
"The same reason you buy two bottles of the same whisky? One single malt and the other blended. Different brewing styles bring out different keynotes in taste. It's simple chemistry and, why are you looking at me like that?"
You question abruptly. His cerulean eyes gazing upon you with the warmth of a summer's dawn. And carrying with it a smile that would make any young mare weak and tremble at the knees.
"Yer so fuckin' cute when ya go on a tangent like that, bonnie. Cannae help but get lost in ya," he whispers. His thumb gently wrapping around the curve of your chin as he leisurely closes the distance between you.
"Um. Excuse me?"
A sudden, unfamiliar voice tears you both out of your enchanting eye lock, forcing you to break from his gaze and focus on the somewhat embarrassed expression of the young cashier.
"That'll be $78.95, ma'am."
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Not even two months later, you turned John MacTavish into a class act tea brewing connoisseur. Something about the chemical intricacies of it seemed to pull at the explosive alchemy that flowed so easily within his mind.
Boiling the water to the perfect alloted time and temperature. Pouring it carefully over the filled infuser that he measured out like an artisanly skilled brewer. He even had an app that would indicate the steeping time for each distinct batch of tea leaves.
And as he brought the expertly steeped brew up to you in bed, you couldn't help but give yourself a theoretical pat on the back to turning the once tea scoffing Scot into a true master brewer.
"Simon would be proud, John." You teased, bringing the porcelain rim of elegantly decorated cup to your lip.
And Soap answered first with a icy glare, followed quickly by his typical brogish banter.
"Donnae fuckin' dare, lass."
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zwienzixes · 7 months
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A commission I did for @sprout-fics and @writeforfandoms of a Witcher Gaz saving a reader from being unicorn bait! I really wanted to evoke the vibes of Frank Dicksee's iconic knight painting and I think I got the vibes on pretty close!
If you are interested in commissioning me, please click here!
And here's a speedpaint so you can watch me be indecisive
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deadbranch · 9 months
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Soap, huh? Okay. How about the full-body hugs you get when Soap comes home after weeks or months away?
Dream a Little Dream
Author: @deadbranch Pairing: John “Soap” MacTavish x fem!Reader Summary:  You reunite with Soap after time apart.  Keeping in touch was easy, but you’re unsure of where you stand until you’re holding each other again. Word Count:  1k Warnings:  Mildly suggestive language, fluff, no real warnings. A/N:  In response to @writeforfandom ‘s prompt for those legendary Soap hugs.  For the sake of the prompt, this is reboot Soap rather than OG Soap.  I love writing for both versions, but I think reboot Soap is the more enthusiastic hugger.
SGT SOAP MASTERLIST
MASTERLIST (all @deadbranch fanfic content)
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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM
Something changed in the way Soap texted you.  You can’t put your finger on it, but you felt it in your stomach, as though food were no longer appetizing and all that would sustain you were thoughts of him and the…possibilities.
The words he used ramped up your heartrate and set your hands to shaking as you laid your phone on the table next to you.   You decide not to respond immediately.  Give it a moment.  Maybe two.  You worry you may have read too much into what he said, and his words won’t mean the same thing when you look again.
Calm down.  You don’t know if that’s what he meant.
Soap isn’t reckless with his words—he says and does everything with intention.  But text messages are weird like that.  Tone is difficult to discern.  Soap tries to use emojis to enhance clarity, but when he’s excited or in a hurry he often doesn’t use them.  So why does your heart feel like it’s trying to escape the confines of your chest?
When you first met him, you told yourself he was just a fun conversation.
It was flattering to converse with him since he’s such a painfully easy flirt, or at least from what you could discern.  He made you feel like the center of attention and ignored anyone else.  You’d wondered if he treated every woman that way.
You live so far apart that under normal circumstances you couldn’t imagine ever seeing him again.  Meeting him was fun, but there was never any intent on your part to continue on.  Just a fun little conversation made possible by travel and a mutual friend who introduced you. And it helps that his accent is fun to listen to.
One conversation became several.  You saw him every day you were in Scotland.  After, you continued to text.  The phone calls were the keystone to your mounting feelings.  His voice was just as warm as though he were right there in front of you, those blue eyes sparring with your gaze as his thumb passes over the back of your hand over and over, the way it did when you held hands in the little restaurant that became your meeting place in those early days.
Thousands of miles of separation didn’t slow the pace of your interactions.  He called when possible, but mostly he would text you.  There would be a week or more without texts, but as soon as he was done with whatever he’d been assigned to do without his personal phone, he would be back to texting you throughout the day.
Unsure of where this was going, you at least found comfort in the interaction.  You found his voice soothing.  You can’t forget the feeling of him pulling you against him, but it wasn’t just that.  It’s as though his body would meet yours halfway, as though he were both pressing himself to you as well as pulling you toward him.  A silly concept to entertain, perhaps, but he did it every time you would embrace.  Virtually full body contact, meeting in the middle of existence rather than him strictly bringing you to him or vice versa.  It was a comforting sensation, and the warmth.  His body is so warm to the touch.
You close your eyes as you plan your route to the airport and think about the moment your bodies come in contact again.  It will be in public, but it’s still such a sensual prospect that you wonder if you should feel ashamed of the thoughts running through your mind and the sensations that make your body feel ready to take him on in ways you’d only dreamt of.
You were only friends, until you weren’t.  “Only friends” don’t carry on the way you both have.  If you didn’t know better, you’d say you were in love.  You steady the subtle shake in your hands as you gather your phone and car keys.
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He doesn’t yell your name from across the baggage claim.  Soap doesn’t do any of the little gestures you remember from cute romantic comedies from your youth.  You have no idea how long he stood there once he came through the turn style, but you hadn’t noticed when he arrived, so engrossed in examining and interpreting the last text message he’d sent you before boarding his flight.
{I dreamed of us last night.  Can’t wait to see you.}
When you see movement in the top of your vision you look up.  The expression on his face looks excited, content, and perhaps a little fragile as he drops his duffle and surges toward you with arms spread just wide enough to capture you against him tightly.  Your phone is still in your hand, pressed against his back as you hold each other.  You want to confess what you feel, but you still don’t know where he stands.
You still have a text response you’ve been composing that hasn’t been sent.  You likely won’t send it.  You decide to ask him yourself.
“What did we do in your dream?”
Soap reluctantly releases you from the firm and intimate hold he has on you, his knees nudging your legs as he leans back just enough to look into your eyes.
“We did all manner of things.  And it felt so good.”  He studies your response carefully, his bright eyes tracking easily with yours as he smiles.
“But...what kinds of things?” The intent of his text and the meaning buried in the months of conversations and private little moments are crystallizing in front of you with terrifying speed.  He soothes the ascent by leaning in to kiss you.  You’d only previously shared a kiss twice before, and part of you wondered if you ever would again.
“Let me show you…when we get to your place.”
He’s pleased by the look in your eyes when he says this, prompting him to kiss you again.  He laughs softly as you grip his shoulders more firmly and push the tip of your tongue against the side of his.  He’s not the only one who’s been dreaming of your reunion.
He meant what you were hoping he intended to convey in his message.  You look forward to exchanging the details of each other’s dreams, fantasies, and hopes.
You take him by the hand as he reshoulders his duffle and follows you through the concourse and out to the parking garage.
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hellocass13-blog · 8 months
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Reader Tiger!Shifter
A CoD Poly!fic idea I had, if anyone wants to write it.
Sorry, kind of long, but it's been an idea I had for a while.
The reader is a tiger shifter, their tiger form is larger than normal tigers. Not by much but enough to warrant some suspicion while around non!shifters.
The reader finds the 141 and Los Vaqueros while they are on a mission, but they get ambushed. Reader, in tiger form, comes across them just as the enemy is about to kill or torture one of the team. Reader jumps out attacking the people holding the 141 and Los Vaqueros.
Price and Ghost notice the same tiger on other missions, become suspicious so they set up a plan to capture it.
Noticing they have possibly been found out, reader tries to escape without being captured but is caught in a poachers trap. The team finds the tiger and bring it back to base.
That's as far as I have thought. You can create your own timeline for when they learn the readers secret, but have it be a slowburn. (Reader has trust issues about being used or sent to a lab.)
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catsnkooks · 8 months
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I am in a particular mood and I want to make Gaz beg 😌
ok listen
in my heart of hearts i know gaz is AT MOST a dom/top leaning switch. HOWEVER......i think sometimes he should beg.....as a ✨treat✨
i also think maybe...........he should be doing some begging after perhaps getting in an argument with you....aka begging and pleading for your forgiveness 😌😌😌😌
maybe perhaps you try to surprise him by dressing a little ✨risque✨ but he brushes you off for something minor and angers you so you reveal what you were wearing and then OF COURSE he wants some but NOOOO he's made you angry 😤😤😤 no surprise for him
so then he has to come into your bedroom, getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness from his mistakes, pleading to please please please forgive him, please, please, baby, i'm sorry, i didn't mean it, please
and so you do forgive him and let him fuck you....but he does have to beg to cum 😌😌😌
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peachesofteal · 5 months
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For the ask game! ☁️🔪🥑
☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?
My actual real life, commonly used nickname is Peach! + I love teal, blues, greens, etc. I want to be the lady who only wears those colors when I get older.
🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?
I did a lot of research on Semtex and it’s original compound/whatever when I was writing Sassy. Prob got myself on a list somewhere.
🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?
None because killers get caught by opening their mouths 😈
Thank you love! 🖤
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Ooooh what a fun mini event! I'm gonna try to only send in one or two of these, because otherwise I'll send in... way too many.
Okay! I'd like to request Jack Daniels and stars, please!
Jen, this was a DREAM.
This is Buried Jack and Reader... and gives you a little more insight into what went on in Mexico (like I've been alluding to for he majority of the main story.)
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“We shouldn’t be out here together, Agent.” 
You let out a deep breath, trying and failing to keep yourself from turning your head toward where the man stood. No, we shouldn’t. 
“Then you should go back inside, Jack. I was here first.” 
He laughed then, the man dragging one of the lounge chairs closer to yours before reclining on it. You saw him cross his legs at the ankle out of the corner of one eye, and then Jack raised an arm to slip it underneath his head. “I will in a couple minutes.” Jack sighed, clearing his throat. “You alright?” 
“Of course I am.” Turning to look at him, you smiled when Jack met your eyes. “I’m on a yacht, sailing between ports in Mexico, and the guy I’m here with told me to make myself scarce for the night because he had “business” to attend to.” You made air quotes as Jack’s smile widened into a grin. “And because that’s my assignment tonight, I get to lay up here and look at the stars.” 
“Well if you were told to do that…” Jack shifted on the chair, scratching the back of his head. “Then maybe it makes sense I’m out here with you.” 
You cover story for the assignment was that you were a wealthy heiress and Jack was your bodyguard. It meant that he stayed close but not too close - and when you were otherwise occupied with the man that had invited you to Mexico, it gave Jack a chance to explore the cabins, as well as the Villa that you’d stayed in before boarding the yacht. 
But you hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to him alone in days. And even though you couldn’t talk about much - just in case anyone was listening - the time spent with Jack was something you needed. And that I want, even if I don’t want to admit it.
Shifting just a little closer to him on your chair, you extended one arm and pointed. “They’re so bright down here, Jack. It’s such a change from being in the city.” 
“It is.” He pointed, too. “You can see everything.” Yeah. “Perseus. Gemini. Lynx. That long one right there that’s between the dippers is Draco.” 
“I never would have pegged you as an astronomer, Jack.” You followed the movement of his finger with your eyes until he lowered his hand again, and then you turned your head to look at him. “Impressive.” 
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” He turned his head, too, locking eyes with you. “I was real into it in high school. We had a planetarium an’ all that. Took a couple astronomy courses.” Oh, that’s… “For a little while, I wanted to be an astronaut, but I knew it wasn’t a real option, so…” He shrugged. “Flyin’ the Silver Pony’s about as close to the stars as I’m ever gonna get.” 
There was plenty that you wanted to say to him, but you were too stunned at his revelation to speak out loud.
 You and Jack were friendly - the relationship that the two of you had more personal than you were with any of the other Agents aside from Tequila. But it was still rare for him to tell you something so personal almost unprompted - and you you weren’t going to take that for granted. 
“I wanted to be a vet, Jack.” Both of his brows shot up. “And for a couple years, I wanted to be a chef.” 
He reached over, briefly squeezing your arm before pulling his hand back and letting it hang over the side of the chair. “Well you’ve stitched people up a couple times that I know of, so you’ve got that part of being a vet covered.” 
“Yeah, I guess.” Eyes back on the sky, you wriggled your shoulders, scooting up and into a more comfortable position. “And I took a couple cooking classes, too. But there’s no way I could rattle off recipes after all this time the same way you just pointed out those constellations.” 
He laughed then, the sound deep and rumbling, and you couldn’t resist looking back at Jack - and really letting yourself look at him. I wish it could be like this more often. 
“There’s more where that came from, Agent.” He sighed, lifting his arm to look at his watch. “But it’s late. We should -”
“No.” You said his name and the man’s gaze slid over to you, though he stayed facing upright. “I want to stay right here.” With you. 
He was quiet for a few seconds, and part of you thought that he was going to get up and leave. But Jack didn’t, the man giving you a single, quick nod and then raising his hand again, that time pointing with two fingers. 
“Leo. Cancer. If you look, all the Zodiac signs are pretty much in a line.” Jack continued on, his voice soft but sure, and you found yourself honing in on the cadence of it, his drawl much more pronounced than it had been for the previous few days on the trip. “Just tell me to shut up, Agent. And I will.” 
“No, Jack.” It was your turn to reach over, fingers brushing against his as you pointed. “Keep going.” Don’t stop. “And tell me what that one is. That bright -” 
“Jupiter.” He took a deep breath - and unless you were mistaken, it was slightly shaky. “That one’s Jupiter, Agent.” 
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halfmoth-halfman · 9 months
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Babe. Darling. Sweetheart. You know I love you dearly and think the absolute world of you
But if I don't get to see Makarov burn I might start a riot, just so you know 😇
i don't know about getting to see him burning, makarov seems more like the kind of guy who likes to hang around, y'know?? ;)
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pascalconfessions · 3 months
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To @insomniamamma @oonajaeadira @writeforfandoms @honestly-shite @grogusmum
Thank you for ALWAYS being ready to light the yearning beacon, and for not sparing your honest thoughts when you do! Love you all so much!
❤️
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saradika · 5 months
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What a fun trick or treat idea! I love it! You're so sweet to do this 💖
Okay at the moment my favorite is Boba Fett. Just. Mmmmm. Yup. And one of my favorite seasonal movies is Hocus Pocus! I watch it at least once every year, often more. It's fun and just the right bit of spooky.
Bonus: have you seen Hocus Pocus? What are your thoughts on it? 🎃🎃
hi lovely jen!! 💖💕 I was so excited to make this for you - so agree with Boba Fett and Yes! I love Hocus Pocus! Our local theater was doing a run last week so I actually got to see it on the big screen and it was really neat. Did you get a chance to watch it this year??
And I was picturing a modern!au - the Sanderson Sisters are back after the black candle is lit again, but you find yourself spending Halloween tucked away in the cabin with your secret woodsman crush (who has sworn to keep you safe)
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star wars x hocus pocus
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[saradika’s trick or treat celebration - closed]
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the-blind-assassin-12 · 4 months
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Have a hot cocoa/tea/hot bev of choice today! You deserve it! You're an awesome person and I'm in awe of you and I'm proud of you! 💖💖
I love you, Jen 💚💚
YOU’RE an awesome person and I’m so glad our shared unique niche interests brought us together. I’m going to take your advice and make myself some tea right now. I wish we were having a warm beverage together. Like why don’t we have a bullet train for fuck’s sake?
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brewed-pangolin · 25 days
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I have a very important question.
Is Soap the kind who gives up his pickle, or asks for yours?
Soap won't ask for your pickle. He will steal it. Right from your plate. No question.
Doesn't even flinch when you flash him those poor puppy dog eyes and puffy pouty lips.
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"Why do you always have to take my pickle, Soap? Y'know, I order them with the intent to eat them, ya jerk."
"Ya get enough a'mine, lass. Cannae havin' ya over indulgin' yerself." He quips in response with teasing wink.
Biting down, the victorious crunch accentuated your edible remorse while you wrapped your fingers around the remainder of your half eaten sandwich.
"Is there anything you don't eat?" You inquired against the soft rye bread before taking a healthy bite.
"Aye. Cow tongue. Cannae stand the shite."
"Well, they don't have cow tongue on the menu, Soap. So thanks for hogging my only available side."
"Hm."
Rolling your eyes, you chewed on your bite and took in the smirk curling into his lips. Dropping the sandwich with a sigh and awaited the next smart-ass comment to roll over his lips.
"What?" You implored with a heavy tone of growing irritation.
His smile deepened into the apples of his cheeks. Accenting the bright blue pools of his eyes as he swallowed the last remnants of your stolen morsel.
"Got a tongue I think ya might wanna take a bite of, lass. Or ya still cravin' my Scottish pickle?"
"Jesus Christ. I can't take you anywhere."
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lunarvicar · 5 months
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For the ask game! 🔪☁️🦋
hi jen!!
🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?
tbh I try really hard to avoid wikipedia deep-dives these days for writing purposes because they tank my mojo so hard BUT- you might consider many many hours of watching BBC medieval and tudor peasant life documentaries to be research/inspo, including vital topics like: when is the best time of year to slaughter a pig and how to weave rush mats for the floor
☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?
i admit i am TERRIBLE at coming up with usernames so this one was randomly generated which is embarrassing. but I liked not having a fandom username, even though the moon reference feels a little tired. also i think the word vicar is so satisfying
🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 
i'm dealing with some recurring and very painful health issues that may or may not ever go away which feels very heavy. combined with a general feeling of doom and distress it has been hard to celebrate wins these days i think
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deadbranch · 6 months
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For the game!
Every Time We Touch by Cascada
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader/OC
Ghost sustains a traumatic head injury and can't remember the people around him. He remembers who he is, what he does for a living, but he doesn't know where he lives or remember any of the 141.
When he sees Price he says "Price? What happened to you, you're...? When did they promote you to CAPTAIN?"
As someone who didn't join the task force until last year, you're not surprised Ghost doesn't remember you.
While he's spiraling emotionally, the others don't notice, but you do. You place your hand over his, and he jerks his hand away from you as though it were scalding hot.
"I remember you. I...no. I know you." His brow furrows. He voluntarily takes your hand and tears well in his eyes.
Price notices what's happening and shoos Gaz and Soap from the room.
You and Ghost tried dating not long after you joined the team. After your breakup, Price was afraid of losing you both to transfers, the heartbreak had been so severe. But like the good soldiers you are, you got over it and put duty first.
Ghost spends the next few moments running his fingertips over the soft skin of your forearm. He doesn't remember you, but his body does.
Your hearts remember what your minds convinced you to forget.
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mitrr · 2 months
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Eyooooooo ace buddies!!! Get married for the tax benefits?
OMG Yes please!!!!
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ageless-aislynn · 2 months
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I'm so sorry for all your computer woes. It's not fair and it's not your fault and I wish there was something I could do to help.
🫂🫂💖💖
Aw, thank you, hon, I appreciate that so much! 🤗💖
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