#mothermullet

[aetlaaa]

  ❛ do you think i could wear my hair like that? ❜

[imperialturncoat-blog]

mothermullet said: // Leonardo and Yusuf? OR ALTAIR. OR EZIO. OR– noishouldn'tguessACthere'stoomanygoodones–

offduty; ALL OF THEM no I’m only kidding XD

[type-nine-blog]

/tosses a muffin crumb at

..............picks up the crumb

                           blows on the crumb

                                     EATS THE CRUMB

[oursongofhealing]

“I have no idea…”

A man is sitting in a pub feeling rather poor. He sees the man next to him pull 4,000 gil out of his wallet.He turns to the rich man and says to him,'I have an amazing talent; I know almost every song that has ever existed.'The rich man laughs.The poor man says, 'I am willing to bet you all the money you have in your wallet that I can sing a genuine song with a lady's name of your choice in it.'The rich man laughs again and says, 'OK, how about my daughter's name, Joanna Armstrong-Miller?'The rich man goes home poor. The poor man goes home rich.

What song did he sing?

“Not even one? This riddle is really difficult...”

[cinqueyto-blog]

“Ooooh, Kingaling~ Where are yooou~?”

Cinque traversed Classroom Zero for the elder cadet. They had made plans several days prior that he would give her pointers on her use of magic and her form in battle during their next free time. 

As an Agito cadet, it was important that they stayed in tiptop shape, and number five always made sure she did just that. Of course, it was always best to get a second opinion upon these things. She may not have been the best cadet academically, but Cinque prided herself on her skill on the battlefield.

Finally, she found the gunner in his usual spot by the window. With an excited grin, she approached King, lifting her arms in excitement. 

“Found you~!”

mothermullet

[oursongofhealing]

Look it you.

[ariansaith-blog]

mothermullet

                                                     “King!”

                          The voice is not demanding, simply a call                           from the distance for the taller blond. Soon                           after she jogs up to him the lightest of a                           hand drifts upon his shoulder for mere seconds                           before motioning away from the classroom                           towards the door.

                                                “I need your help.”