"spam Like = Blocked" If You Spam Like Me I Am Going To Cast 1000 Protection Spells On You So Nothing

Alejandro: I hate verbs in English

Alejandro: I dance

Alejandro: you dance

Rodolfo: si

Alejandro: he dances.

Alejandro: why?

Soap: huh?

Alejandro, pointing at Phillip: is he dancing more than me?

Rodolfo: I don't think so-

Alejandro: six hundred and forty five people dance, and

Alejandro: he dances.

Soap:

Alejandro: how much is this mother fucker dancing?

Ghost: disrespect abounds here

Ghoap alt meeting bc I randomly remembered the one story of someone at a rave/concert thing

Like imagine Ghost sees soap and tells him to stick out his tongue. And soap does. Fully expecting Ghost (this stranger) to spit in his mouth. But Ghost was just checking because he suspected that soap was dehydrated. And soap was infact dehydrated. So he pours a bit if water in his mouth and tells him to swallow. And soap does. And they stay together for the rest of the time. With Ghost loosely hooking an arm around soap's waist, and feeding hin water every so often. soap could leave at any time but he doesn't

soap, somewhere in the base: "CAPTAIN GARRICK IN THE HOUSE!!!"

slutty simon (he doesn’t pose)

big bear of a man John Price corralling you towards your shared bedroom for an afternoon nap. forget the blankets, he’s hoarding you to himself - strong arms trapping you against him, beard tickling your skin as he hides his face against your neck

hi mach 🥺

Yes this exactly 😭😭 and his hands and the way he smells, that all encompassing gruff musk, and the little grunt once he's settled-

There's no escape once you're caged in by those arms, by the press of his chest to your spine, by the way his thigh slots between yours. His beard scratches softly at the curve of your neck, and you feel the brush of his nose, still a little cold from the air.

Technically, you could get the blankets. You could reach for a pillow.

But nope. He's already tucked you in with the sheer force of his body. Big and warm and safe. And when you shift, even just a littl? His grip tightens. His voice, low and half-asleep: "oi. Where d'you think you're going?"

Absolutely nowhere, that's where.

my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.

me: i would just give it to you.

my dad:

i was put on this gay ass earth to draw the same pictures again and again

Ghost just... takes things. Never, ever leave anything unattended