ya fucked the robot
((YOU ASKED ME TO. YOU SAW THE ROMANCE OPTION AND REQUESTED THAT I PURSUE IT YOU FLUFF HEADED ROBO-FUCKER.))
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ya fucked the robot
((YOU ASKED ME TO. YOU SAW THE ROMANCE OPTION AND REQUESTED THAT I PURSUE IT YOU FLUFF HEADED ROBO-FUCKER.))
Hewwo
ill be sappy whenever i want. i dont give a shit. i love you. fuck off
BRIDGET! OPPORTUNITY HAS BEEN DECLARED DEAD, THIS IS A TRAGEDY 😭😭😭😭
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
;A;
Well that drew an outright giggle from Sam and he leaned into her fingers in his hair. “I get told that a lot,” he said, then paused. “The uh, ‘fluffy’ thing.” Another pause. “I guess the other thing too…?”
He sounded both reluctant as well as bewildered as he admitted the second part, as if he was afraid to sound like he was bragging, but also that he was just now realizing that it was technically true.
At a loss now, he laughed nervously.
Bridget grinned. "Good, ‘cause you are. Glad I’m not the only one to see the obvious.”
[[I refuse to let my guilt rule me anymore.]]
I Don’t Know How Much Vodka I Put In This But I’m Going To Drink It Anyways: a memoir
bridget,,, help,,, this dumb chicken is going to kill me with his dumb, adorable smile
then perish
Just part of being in love, Cadet ;3
Only when done right
17. Have you ever gotten sheer joy out of hurting someone else, either physically or mentally? To whom and why? Did it scare you? Also for Bridget, please
(Cleaning out my inbox to get back in the writing groove. Hopefully.)
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Bridget didn’t hesitate. “Plenty of times. And I’m not ashamed to admit it. I mean, it did scare me a bit in the beginning. Hard not to. But the way I view what I do now…” She looks into the distance, searching for words. “Nowadays, I see my killing and hurting people like a challenge. Yeah, it’s a bit fucked up, but look at it this way- If the other person kills me, I lose. Not to mention I’m dead. I have to kill them first to win.”
“If I have to pick a specific person, though… I’ll say Jessica was the one I took the most pleasure in. Loren? It was over too quickly. One second, he’s there, the next he’s been Katamari-ed via steel ball. Jyunichi? It felt good, but it would have felt better if it was Gat doing the honors. Similar thing with Shogo- even though I loved Aisha, that was Gat’s to own. But Jessica?” The casual tone dropped from her voice, leaving only malice curling the edges as she leans forward. “That bitch needed to suffer. I only wish I could have been in the trunk myself and watched her realize what was about to happen before she was crushed by her boyfriend’s tires. Fucking poetry in motion, man, seeing the despair flood Maero’s face as he caught Jessica’s keys and put two and two together.”
The cloud over her face clears, and she leans back in her chair. “I wish I could be scared about the triumph I felt at that moment. I really do. But I can’t anymore. They both got what they deserved.”