Maybe I Am Too Sensitive But You're Mean And That's Worse

2020-2022 was so unserious why am i censoring the word please

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

The first time Graves used “all y’all” in front of the Brits, they had to physically restrain themselves from shaking him like a ragdoll.

...

“Now, all y’all just calm down a minute--”

A beat of silence.

Price blinked. Soap tilted his head like a confused retriever. Gaz mouthed ‘all y’all?’ like it was a slur.

“Beg your fuckin’ pardon?” Soap asked.

...

Graves, undeterred:

“Y’all’d’ve done better if you’d waited for backup.”

Gaz made a noise like a computer shutting down.

“I’m sorry... y’all would’ve what?”

Graves: “Would’ve done better.”

Price, flat: “That’s not what you said.”

“I was fixin’ to explain!”

“Fixing what now?”

...

While reviewing blueprints:

“Might coulda added another entry point here.”

Soap stood up. “This is an act o' terrorism."

me after watching a dumb little horror movie:

i want to cut everyone off but i know that no one will even notice my absence

they don't need me in the way that i need them, and i think that's the most painful thing i've ever experienced.

what do you do when you don't stop or end your homoerotic friendship. what happens when the two of you just move on and never talk about it, when you both know what you felt was love? what do you do when you'll never know each other in a way that matters again?

the meaning of life is smiling at babies and eating fruit

we never dated but i offer you the first sip of every one of my drinks so that my lips can touch yours