#whoisntdrunk

[ruhigenein-blog]

(Specs) [text] The fridge is fully stocked. I’m either hallucinating or this is a miracle

[text]: please make sure it's your fridge before acting.

[gelgar-blog]

[Specs]: Evaluate me then.

"Evaluate you? Geesh—I mean, what the heck’m I supposed to say to that? Evaluations’re like, I dunno, stuff you do to get a promotion? Like a test or somethin’! This ain’t a test. So…I dunno. I guess you’re all right—kinda weird, honestly, real sciencey and to-the-point. I gotta feeling you take everything seriously. Which is fine, y’know? It’s just…different. It makes you a really blunt sorta person. It’s not a bad thing. You lend your brain to the whole theory thing Squad Leader Hange started, though, so you’re a pretty cool guy. And y’know what? Okay—and: even though you know you ain’t great at makin’ friends, you still make an effort at it, and that’s more’n a lotta people would bother to do. So yeah. You’re blunt and you’ve got initiative so that’s pretty good. I dunno. Shit. Evaluate you? Geesh.”

[queen-nifa]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) (whoisntdrunk)

Send me a “(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)” and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

Forehead: Blessing/Friendship

Nifa groaned, scrunching her eyebrows in thought, and shifted her weight to her right side; she didn’t really like to think too hard on many things, it just wasn’t her thing. She slowly moved her eyes upwards until she hit her squad mate’s own eyes. If she had the option, she would instead give all of her squad mates a good sock to the face, not a kiss on the face.

"Would you stop being so damned tall?" she hissed under her breath, wondering why she was doing this, before kicking her squad mate in the shin. Grabbing his collar, she yanked him down and placed a quick peck on his forehead.

[amicavenia-blog]

whoisntdrunk:

[text: the nice one] it was her [text: the nice one] she told me to hold up signs with her speech on it in case she forgot while talking [text: the nice one] i’m surrounded by idiots [text: the nice one] does your Squad Leader make you do things like this [text: the nice one] ?

[text: specs] no he doesnt [text: specs] then again mine doesn't like talking in public [text: specs] or big masses of people in general [text: specs] he makes us clean a lot though [text: specs] so choose your poison i guess

[amicavenia-blog]

[Text] Help, I'm alone in a crowd and trying to look cool by texting you. ~Specs

text meme

[text: specs] what are you doing alone in a crowd[text: specs] be cool man[text: specs] embrace the cool, preoccupied look