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There are bags under my eyes. Bags of money haaha later peasants
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row row row ur boat
gently off the cliff
thanks
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me: why did you just reblog that from them
me: i literally just reblogged that
me: you're following both of us so why'd you reblog it from them and not me
me: is it because you don't like me
me: is it because i'm fat
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Me: Can we talk?
Brittana: But we never do that.
Me: I know but…um…I wanted to thank you for kissing for me in that episode.
Brittana: Yeah.
Me: Because it’s made me do a lot of thinking.
Me: What I realized is why I’m such a bitch all the time. I’m a bitch because I’m angry. I’m angry because I have all of these feelings, feelings for you, that I’m afraid of dealing with…because I’m afraid of dealing with the consequences.
Me: And Brittana, I can’t ship Finchel. I just can’t.
Brittana: We understand that.
Me: Do you understand what I’m trying to say here?
Brittana: Not really.
Me: I want to ship you. But I’m afraid of the straight white male bias and getting nothing. I mean, you know what happened to Tike at this school.
Brittana: Yeah but honey... if anyone were to ever push Finchel on you, you would either kick their ass or slash them with your vicious, vicious words.
Me: Yeah, I know. But…I’m so afraid of what all the other ships will do on-screen.
Me: Still, I have to accept…that I ship you.
Me: I ship YOU. And I don’t want to ship Finchel, or Wemma, or any of those other ships. I just want you.
Me: Please say you'll be a visible ship for me. Please...
Brittana: Of course we're a ship. We are.
Brittana: And we would totally be visible if it weren’t for the writers.
Me: The writers?
Brittana: I need to listen to them too. I don’t want to go against them. That’s not right. I can’t just do my own thing.
Me: Yes, you can. They're just stupid higher-ups.
Brittana: But it wouldn't be right.
Brittana: Shipper, you have to know if the writers were to ever move on, and I’m lucky enough that you’re still ship-less…
Me: Don't.
Brittana: I am so yours. Proudly so.
Me: Yeah, wow. Whoever thought that being fluid meant that you could be so stuck?
Brittana: Don’t. I’m sorry…
Me: Get off me.
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