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(✉️ ➡️ Sam ): The little man’s birthday is coming up, right? (✉️ ➡️ Sam ): I found a bike and it’s really cute and has this basket on it where he can put his toys! Do you think he’d like a bike? I know he can fly but a /bike/!
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(✉️ ➡️ flaming duck hot “blastin” blonde): fun idea! (✉️ ➡️ flaming duck hot “blastin” blonde): i come over. i bring my boxset of magnum p.i. and we watch every season. (✉️ ➡️ flaming duck hot “blastin” blonde): at some point, i pick up the pillow on your couch. i’m thinking the blue one, the one with the lace and shit, but i’m open to suggestions. (✉️ ➡️ flaming duck hot “blastin” blonde): when i have the pillow in hand, i scream into it until the end of time. (✉️ ➡️ flaming duck hot “blastin” blonde): i will become a permanent fixture in your home, jean, always screaming. i expect you to respect this. (✉️ ➡️ flaming duck hot “blastin” blonde): scott will respect it. i am sure of this. (✉️ ➡️ flaming duck hot “blastin” blonde): it may be inconvenient because this will, as agreed upon, take place until the end of time, but we can learn to coexist. we will be happy. you with your life, me with my screaming pillow. this will be how we continue on, until the end of time. it will be good. [...] (✉️ ➡️ “blastin” blonde): that was for jean, but i would be happy to scream into your pillow too! (✉️ ➡️ “blastin” blonde): i sprayed magneto with a water gun, and now he’s going to murder me in my sleep (✉️ ➡️ “blastin” blonde): so. screaming.
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[text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension / sam || @blastcd
( 📤 → unknown ): okay. right. well it seems to me as if you may have texted the wrong number ( 📤 → unknown ): i have very few friends and i doubt they nap often ( 📤 → unknown ): they don’t strike me as the type to lounge about lazily in these perilous times
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(✉️ ➡️ boom goes the cannon ): [unsent] i know that no one is a big fan of shield right now (✉️ ➡️ boom goes the cannon ): [unsent] or any government agency but i (✉️ ➡️ boom goes the cannon ): [unsent] fuck (✉️ ➡️ boom goes the cannon ): how are you and josiah holding up? (✉️ ➡️ boom goes the cannon ): tell me you’re keeping him far from all this bullshit
♘ for a questioning text // @blastcd
(✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): are you okay? (✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): is josiah? (✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): i heard about the stuff with the cops, sam (✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): i’m sorry i wasn’t here (✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): [unsent] i should have been here (✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): [unsent] you were alone and i was (✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): [unsent] i should have /been here/ (✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): follow up (✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): are we team magneto now? (✉️ ➡️ hot “blastin” blonde): i can dig it, but i need to update my wardrobe
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❛ I love you, you know that? ❜ // @blastcd
The words always made Bobby’s heart flutter in his chest, made him feel warm and bright and wanted for the time it took his heart to travel from one heartbeat to the next. With most people, the feeling faded the moment the echo of the words disappeared from the air. It was a fleeting feeling, one Bobby grew bored of in an instant. The ‘love’ that Bobby often claimed to feel was little more than momentary infatuation, shifting and stretching and vaporizing in the blink of an eye.
Except for with Sam.
With Sam, the feeling was different. With Sam, it was a long-lasting, permanent kind of thing. Sam said those words, and Bobby felt like he was walking on air for weeks after, like the sidewalk was clouds beneath his feet. And Sam probably didn’t mean it that kind of way. Bobby knew it. Sam was a friendly guy, loved most people with everything he had, and that was okay. Bobby could deal with being one of the people Sam loved just so long as Sam loved him. And he did. Bobby knew he did. That was why he’d come here without bothering to give a word of warning, why he showed up at frickin’ Magneto’s place just to see his best friend.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, grinning as he threw his arms around Sam with little warning. “I love you, too. A whole heck of a lot.” Bobby lingered for a moment, counting Sam’s breaths. One... Two... Three... When it got to five, he pulled back, keeping a tight grip on Sam’s shoulders as he looked up to meet Sam’s eyes with a critical wrinkle to his brow. “Did you get the stuff I sent? The chef was from Paris. She comes with really good reviews. And the nutritionist is the best one in Europe. He specializes in early childhood development, makes dietary plans that help kids grow better. We’ll keep him around until Josiah’s in danger of being taller than me, then we’ll tell him to stop growing. I gotta be taller than somebody.”
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People, it seemed, noticed that there had been a shift within Anna. A sudden quiet from her mother and a steep dip in Anna’s own mood. And she shouldn’t have been surprised that Sam was one of the people who had noticed. She had gone from asking him about his son daily, getting updates on Josiah and all the little things that he was learning — to being stunningly quiet. They were sitting at lunch and he spoke.. about what, Anna couldn’t tell. Her mind was in a fog, drifting through memories and trying to find something to give herself some peace. But Sam spoke again, this time with more urgency in his voice, and Anna looked towards him, blinking him into focus before pushing a smile to her face. “I’m here, Sam, promise. Just tired.” And grieving. And lying because her mind was so far away from Earth it was hard to fake being there. Hard to keep her eyes open. Hard to be... real.
Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. // @blastcd
(✉️ ➡️ Cannonball): Sorry. Need a minute to catch up. (✉️ ➡️ Cannonball): Let me get a coffee, and you can tell me how you’re doing. (✉️ ➡️ Cannonball): How’s Josiah?
