#fake conversation

[idonutevnno]

Eloise: you are not hard to love, quite the opposite in fact….

Cressida, tears brimming her eyes: easy to hate?

Eloise: What?! No!

[galaxysupernaturalstuff]

[poppy-thursday]

Price - you religious Sergeant?

Y/n - I only get on my knees to worship one god..

Soap - what god?

Ghost - sergeant ..don’t.

Soap - *confused Scottish noises*

Y/n - Simon ghost Riley is the only god I worship on my knees :)

Ghost - *walks away*

Price - *also walks away but in a different direction*

Soap - I don’t understand why you couldn’t have just said no y/n..

Y/n - *goes back to cleaning your knives while smiling*

[kylianmbappee]

Can you write Sergio Ramos incorrect quotes or convos

Sergio: you can't make everyone like you. You aren't y/n

Journalist:not everyone likes y/n

Sergio: who doesn't like y/n?

Journalist: no one, i just-

Sergio: i need names -

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Sergio: well i warned you

Y/n: you did

Sergio: but did you listen?

Y/n:no

Sergio: do you ever listen?

Y/n: no

Sergio: are you listening now?

Y/n: no.

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Y/n *sighs*: no one really loves me

Sergio: are you sure?

Y/n: yeah

Sergio,agresifely pointing at himself :ARE YOU REALLY FUCKING SURE ABOUT THAT?

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Sergio: *does something *

Y/n, possibly drunk *: THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND BITCHES

Sergio: Husband*

Y/n: EVEN BETTER

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Y/n: [does something ridiculous ]

Sergio: Great, like i needed to get any more attracted to you.

Y/n:..what?

Sergio: ANNOYED , ANNOYED BY YOU! THAT'S WHAT I SAID.

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Sergio:i know you must be surprised to see me here.

Y/n: not really, since you follow me everywhere.

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Sergio: Y/n , we tried things your way.

Y/n: No, we didn't.

Sergio: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

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Y/n: Sergio i keep getting sunburned..

Sergio:...

[A Few hours later]

Y/n: Sergio where did the sun go?

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Sergio: shut up

Y/n: or what

Sergio: or I'll marry you

Y/n:

Y/n: * starts yodelling*

[stonescanbreakmybones]

An hour later

[superbloomluke]

Ashton: it’s giving model

Luke:

Ashton: it’s giving people’s princess

Luke:

Ashton: it’s giving all my hopes and dreams but also sexy and hot as fuck

Luke:

Ashton: it’s giving marry me please

Luke: all I did was show you a picture of myself

Ashton: exactly.

[linksfandomgmxreblogs]

Now all Four needs to do is explain the joke

Four next part:

"So I'm going to be using this sword" *Pulls out Four Sword, while grinning*

"Don't worry Captain, I'm quite capable of teamwork"

*Four Splits into four*

[mapplesand]

and whatever happened during their senior year

I did that back in June i think so yeah

[loz3rliterature]

"Why did you tell me happy birthday?" "Because it's what you do when you care about someone." "You care about me?" "Maybe so." "Still?" "Mhm." "Why?" "Because you once cared about me, too."

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

[jolikmc-thoughts]

Ranma Saotome: Hey, you! Yeah, you! The idiot with the stupid hat! Leave that girl alone! [Ranma walks over] Ranma: Listen, buddy. I used to be like you… always treating girls like crap… But, ya know… Over the years, I've learned that girls deserve respect like everyone else. Some girls are pretty strong, too. I know a more than a few who'd kick your teeth in if they heard half the trash coming outta your mouth. [Ranma grabs some guy's iced tea and throws it in his own face, poofing into his female form. Ranma then flashes a wicked grin, the iced tea dripping down her face only adding to her unhinged look] Ranma (girl-type): And I'm one of 'em!!

[llamlooma15]

Uta: can’t die. need to fix that♡

[cherryfinolahobbes]

I feel like this is how a conversation between Cherry and Bruce would go.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRpvKKBn/

After explanation:

Cherry: …so, you’re saying spicy..

Bruce: honestly, probably more sour

[jaygubz]

Don’t forget where Garcia asks why he would cut off toes and Spencer either says to eat them or to keep them as a trophy. Also, the profile said mid 30s but the guy turned out to be 54 lol😅

Also, why “quote” Hitler

It’s usually Nietzsche that they quote

every episode of criminal minds

lady: walking down dark alley slowly and alone (everything a woman would never do)

white guy in hoodie: hey

lady: AHH

white guy in hoodie: u look like my mom *stabs her* *takes her toes*

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emily: and then i got drunk and slammed that bitch’s head into the bar counter

derek: haha thats great-

jj: its a bad one *hands out files*

emily: let me eat you out

(in the conference room)

jj: so yeah this guy stabs ladies. but now, he takes their toes

spencer: hes escalating

hotch: 😡😡😡 wheels up in 30

(zoom in on the plane)

jj: if when you do, but i cannot for the yes of he was what i no 💖 -lil huddy

(in the plane)

emily: sexual sadist

spencer: the history of toes is actually a long starting with the ancient indians they used to-

derek: dont make me put ur head through the plane window pretty boy. although i know you would love that

spencer: 😳😑

garcia on the phone: okay so i made a list of all the white guys in arizona.

derek: i want to taste ur guts

garcia: impale me with ur cock

hotch: thanks garcia 😡😡😡

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detective alzhiemers: we spoke on the phone and i invited u here but i just want u to know i dont trust a single fucking thing you say. wow agent jareau u got that barbie doll build.

hotch: 😡 where can we set up

(at the crime scene)

rossi: 👁👄👁 he took their toes. but u can see the bone here.

(camera zooms in on derek)

derek: *takes off his sunglasses* *flexes* hes devolving

(at the m.e)

doctor dr. : so basically he kills them. u can see because theyre dead. he takes their toes but its sloppy.

emily: he must be doing it because he doesnt have any toes.

reid: *calling garcia* we need a list

(music escalates)

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spencer: yeah so basically hes white and a sexual sadist

hotch: mid 30s, his mother didnt love him

emily: HES IMPOTENT because his girlfriend cut off his balls

derek: and he does not have toes. we gotta catch him fast. *picks up a call from garcia*

jj: i will be telling the press so we can get calls about men without toes.

garcia: hey my 12 inch bad dragon dick. i found him- Ben Serialkiller, 54 creep lane. born without toes, his mom kicked him out when he was 5.

derek: thanks babygirl. remind me to kiss ur feet tonight.

rossi: god am i old enough to die

detective alzheimers: actually i think youre completely wrong.

emily: we dont fucking care shut up limpdick

other cops: okay we believe you now

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(in a dark basement)

spencer: Ben, i get it. u dont have to kill these women. *puts the gun down and takes off kevlar for no fucking reason* my mom tried to kill me too. but im not a serial killer.

white guy in hoodie: you dont get it.

rossi: you dont want to kill her. we can let the world know of your struggle, ben. we will teach them of a world with men without toes.

white guy in hoodie: okay i guess. *lets go of lady* *cries*

hotch: 😡😡😡 *cuffs him*

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morgan, on the jet: u did good today, kid.

reid: thanks. i wonder what my life would be like if i didnt have 3 lifetimes of trauma on my 27 year old back.

morgan: hahaha

emily, joining in: hahahaha. loser

hotch: 😡😡😡 i wish i had emotions

jj: i miss my kids

emily: can we fuck yet

jj: fine i guess

(picture of the sky)

rossi: And in the end, if I eated soap, no I didnt because I yes ✨ -hitler

[kokoro-no-kintsugi]

“So, tell me about yourself.”

I wish people realized how hard of a question they were truly asking. I have such a shattered sense of identity that I stay unsure of what things are actually me and not just my attempt to mirror what other people want me to be.

“Think back further. What about your childhood? You can’t have always been this way.”

I’d laugh if I could. I can’t remember most of my childhood on a good day. What I can remember, though, is the mental, emotional, and physical conditioning that led me to believe that I am safer acting than being whatever it is I actually want to be.

Of course I told my father I wanted to be a doctor, or a lawyer, or whatever successful career he was obsessed with at that moment for me, because it made him happy.

Of course I told my mother I loved her even when I’d felt little to no reason to, because it made her happy.

When they were happy, it meant I was safe.

But, what started as white lies quickly grew darker than the inky night sky, and as numerous as the stars that dot it.

So, sorry to disappoint you, but it does go back as far as my memory allows.

“I’ll change directions. What do you think is wrong with you?”

That maybe I can answer.

There’s the solid medical diagnoses, that’s the easy place to start: Autism, anxiety, depression, ptsd, avoidant personality disorder, fibromyalgia. There’s probably more just waiting for me to mention symptoms to the right professional.

But, there’s a lot wrong that I’m not sure is a medical condition, maybe just my own broken human condition.

Like how I can mentally jump into the past and actually believe I’m there on some level, because every bit of pain I felt in the moment then is now plaguing my heart as if I were right back there.

Or how I can lose to literally any person in my own comparisons of worth.

There’s especially the deep, seething hatred I feel towards myself unrelentingly. It has its own voice in my headscape. I am constantly a victim to my own mistakes being looped repeatedly. I haven’t been able to say a nice word to myself in earnest in so long that when I try, it immediately feels artificial. Oh, but I never struggle for an insult, no matter how minor or innocent my actions are that I am criticizing. And how it pushes for my destruction, and goads me to do it with my own hands.

I mean, good god, I’m covered in scars. From my own hands. My insides may have some marring of their own from illicit substances and numerous overdoses, but I do not know for sure. I’ve only recently started to fear death, you see, and that is from a deeply selfish desire to spend the rest of his days with him. I know the second that he leaves this mortal coil, or perhaps even finds himself tired of me (as much as I want to avoid that line of thinking), I honestly plan that I will be no more.

Then there is how my anxiety cripples me into inaction, which is just wonderful fodder for the depression and self loathing.

Oh, and I’m incredibly impulsive. Every major decision in my life has come from an impulse, not that all of those have been terrible..

“Not to interrupt you, but I’m not sure it’s productive to continue on this subject.”

It’s alright, I don’t particularly like that subject, I’m just..well-read on it. I think I’ve had enough for today. I’ll see you again soon.

[superbloomluke]

Michael: what’s your favorite color?

Calum: blue, probably. Like, dark blue.

Michael: what’s your favorite color?

Ashton: red. I like it because of fire, passion, blood. I think it served its purpose for my new record when it came to representing my intentions through metaphorical imagery.

Michael: what’s your favorite color?

Luke: bleach.