Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bright Sessions
roma★
Game of Thrones Daily
tannertan36
noise dept.
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Sade Olutola
Not today Justin
No title available
sheepfilms
$LAYYYTER
oozey mess
The Stonewall Inn
No title available
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
No title available
gracie abrams
Love Begins
occasionally subtle
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Ukraine
seen from Botswana
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Malaysia
seen from Chile
seen from United States
seen from Hungary
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Australia
seen from Georgia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
@knockknockyouredead-blog
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
She sticks her tongue out and starts to put globs of dough on the cookie sheet, humming a bit.
Wyoming rolled his eyes, and his hands went to his hips as he watched the smallest Freelancer work. “Everyone knows raw cookie dough is the bloody best.”
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
“Hey! That’s for the cookies! You can wait til then, geez.” She playfully slaps at his arm.
“Ay, aye!” Wyoming said, rubbing at the red mark on his arm. “Don’t abuse the sous chef!”
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
“I guess so. Maybe I can actually find my birth parents.” She smiles a bit as she finishes with the dough.
“Anything’s possible.” He shrugged, reaching over her to grab a bit of dough to pop in his mouth.
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
“Whichever would take me, honestly. I’m no gourmet cook. I probably could’ve been a caterer. But instead I dropped out of college and joined the military.”
Wyoming chuckled, ruffling the brunette’s hair. “Well, Duckie, you’re young. Who knows what the world might hold for you after this bloody war ends.”
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
“My older brother adores cookies, and even if I have constant kitchen accidents, I’m one of the better cooks in the family. If I hadn’t dropped out of community college and joined the military, I could be in a culinary college now.” She replied distractedly.
“Which one is that?” He asked, standing behind Sara and watching her work.
[text]: Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation
TFLN Meme
[text: 00 Mario] ….
[text: 00 Mario] My vote’s going towards the latter.
[text: 00 Mario] I don’t understand.
[text: 00 Mario] Boo hoo in regards to your burn, but I don’t…
[text: Mustache Managed]: A meme is like an emotion, Sir.
[text: Mustache Managed]: For example, what do you think of when you see this?
[text]: Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation
TFLN Meme
[text: 00 Mario] ….
[text: 00 Mario] My vote’s going towards the latter.
[text: 00 Mario] … What the hell is that thing
[text: Mustache Managed]: that’s a meme, sir.
[text: Mustache Managed]: the “feels bad, man” meme, to be exact
[text: Mustache Managed]: because my rug burn still hurts
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
“Gotta show my worth somehow.” Sara said as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and wash her hands before starting on the cookies. It was obvious she was well-versed in baking, not even looking at a recipe to bake.
“How are you so good at this? Wyoming asked, motioning to her whole setup.
[text]: Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation
TFLN Meme
[text: 00 Mario] ….
[text: 00 Mario] My vote’s going towards the latter.
[text: 00 Mario] You’re missing out.
[text: 00 Mario] … Hilarious.
[text: 00 Mario] How’s your rug burn doing.
[text: Mustache Managed]:
[text]: Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation
TFLN Meme
[text: 00 Mario] ….
[text: 00 Mario] My vote’s going towards the latter.
[text: 00 Mario] Clearly you’ve never had it made right then. I’d be happy to fix you up some if you wanted.
[text: 00 Mario] As far as I know. Charm and hospitality.
[text: Mustache Managed]: I’m good, thanks, Sir.
[text: Mustache Managed]: Really? Then where did you go wrong?
[text: Mustache Managed]: ...
[text: Mustache Managed]: Sorry, Sir, I was just making a joke.
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
“How do you think I got such a sweet disposition?” She asked as she went to get a mixing bowl.
“Oh, duckie, I have watched you fight, and there’s no sweetness there.” He chuckled, sitting back and letting Sara do most of the preparation. Wyoming was no baker -- if anything, he knew how to brew a nice tea and make a hearty breakfast; baking was pretty much foreign to him.
[text]: Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation
TFLN Meme
[text: 00 Mario] ….
[text: 00 Mario] My vote’s going towards the latter.
[text: 00 Mario] … Sweet tea IS tea, and not only is it tea, it’s an absolute godsend.
[text: 00 Mario] But yes, I get what you’re saying. That’s definitely some sort of custom.
[text: Mustache Managed]: Sweet “tea” is NOT tea. I had a sip once and I felt like my insides were about to come up.
[text: Mustache Managed]: Isn’t Southern Charm also a thing in the Americas?
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
“Yup! Or cupcakes. Whatever they have in the kitchen. As long as there’s sugar and frosting.” She replied with a smile.
“I feel like sugar and frosting make up most of your diet.” Wyoming joked, reaching up into one of the cabinets to grab some ingredients (since he figured the young Freelancer probably wouldn’t be able to reach them).
[text]: Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation
TFLN Meme
[text: 00 Mario] ….
[text: 00 Mario] My vote’s going towards the latter.
[text: 00 Mario] You don’t have to go out of your way to do anything for me here, you know.
[text: Mustache Managed]: It’s my British hospitality showing then, I guess. Don’t you southerners have that sort of thing? Where you serve that beverage you try to pass off as tea?
“I don’t–” It’s not you he hates, but he sure as hell isn’t going to say that in this ship. York’s lucky he’s got his helmet on, because his face is bright red.
“I don’t hate you, you’re just obnoxious and I’m out of patience.” Like he ever had any to begin with.
He mocked an insulted pose, a little noise leaving his mouth. “You hurt me, old sport. And here I thought we could be friends.”
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
“I turned 22 in February. I don’t know my actual birthday, so it was just put on the 15th, two months before I was found on the steps of the orphanage in the morning of March 15th. Terribly clichéd.”
“Quite. It’s like some sort of fairy tale.” Wyoming said with a chuckle, and the two continued their way into the kitchen. “So! You said you wanted to make biscuits.”
"How do you make an octopus laugh?" ((No regrets in mun or muse))
…“How, Agent Alaska?”
She shrugs helplessly. “You said something about Italy, and y'know, it’s not a very nice place anymore. At least, it wasn’t last I was there. Which was when I was in the orphanage.”
“Oh.” Wyoming hummed, looking at Sara with a thinking face. “How old are you again?”
