That’s the second time that I’ve seen you get zapped. What’s up?

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That’s the second time that I’ve seen you get zapped. What’s up?
the-goo-queen
Benedict had once again been sent to the Warehouse, he was a little reluctant this time after what had happened with Pete the last time he visited, but his duty apparently demanded it so off he went.
Whatever news had spread to the agents that he was coming, when he arrived they were conveniently busy and out dealing with an artifact. Even Artie had wondered off into the Warehouse to ‘check on something’. Which left Benedict the chance to claim a space in Artie’s office to wait and he would wait for as long as it took for the agents to return so he could deliver the news right to their faces.
Growing bored, he started to walk around the office, picking things that seemed to be safe to touch and reading through files to keep himself busy. He eventually found himself looking through the top drawer of a file cabinet but had the sense not to put his arm inside and simply peered in at the contents.
“Look with your eyes not with your hands, dammit.” Claudia blurted out as she panicked. “Thats my new project, but please don’t tell Artie.” She walked over to the cabinet and slammed the drawer.
“Whatre you even doing here Valda?”
Benedict retracted his hand before she slammed the drawer shut and half squared at her for her blurted comment but he softened after a moment, no need to try to intimidate her, he was a regent, he was trouble enough.
“It’s better manners to add a ‘Mr’ to that title, Agent Donovan. Don’t forget your manners.” He warned in a low growl. “I’m here to see the agents with a message.” He explained and took that seat behind Artie’s door again. “But they all seem to have magically disappeared and left me with you.” He watched her “Aren’t you the lucky one.” He huffed.
Claudia turned away and rolled her eyes. She never was too good at respecting authority without, it being her least favourite regent.
“Lucky huh?, that’s what the regents are calling it these days..” She huffed while spinning on her heels to face Valda, forcing a smile. "Well, Mica and Pete are out on a case and Artie isn’t answering his Farnsworth, no clue on where he is, so I will have to do. What can I help you with Mr Valda?“
“Always this charming or are you putting in extra effort?” He growled back, eyeing her as he was unsure if she was mocking him or not. Still, with the other agents off the radar and Artie venturing into the Warehouse somewhere, Benedict had the chance to get a little more of an idea of what the future Caretaker was like without the others around.
“Perhaps a chat?” he suggested, really his message was more about scolding the agents on things they could not have possibly avoided while on a mission, but he would do as he was sent to do when they returned. “I’m going to be here until they come back, so we might as well avoid the awkward silence.”
“Me? Charming? Oh stop!” She winked at Valda and then laughed, having amused herself. She was weary of Valda at first but had started to come around, something about him always left her on edge but he was only doing his job, right? He is a Regent after all..
Claudia’s eyes widened “Uh, a chat, yeah. I can do that.” she said nervously, while flipping a screwdriver in between her fingers. Claudia never was any good at small talk. “So, uh do you have a special regent chair at the office? A throne? Or maybe a bean bag?” she joked, trying to keep a straight face although couldnt help but smirk as she met her associate’s gaze.
What's your name?
What’s it to ya?
Watching the episode where Claudia takes Claire out of the coma.. Crying like a little bitch.
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“You had me so worried.”
“You idiot! Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
"C'mon Leena, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." Claudia laughed, feeling comforted in Leena's embrace. "I got back in one piece didn't I?"
Ask my muse “Wed, Bed, Behead.”
Give my muse three names and they will say which one they will wed, which one they’d bed and which one they’d behead.
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[text: Agent Donovan] who is Justin Bieber and why is everyone so mean to him?
Claudia laughed, got out of bed and went downstairs to find the new innkeeper and answer his question in face to face. She swang on the door frame and found Mr Rigby in the kitchen.
"Justin Bieber is a 21 year old singer from Canada and people are mean to him because hes hurting the music industry the way Hitler hurt Germany.. Just keep in mind that the internet knows everything too, David." She smirked and walked over to the counter.
"Leela made the best eggs, do you even know how to cook eggs?" She teased as she made herself some coffee.
Pete Lattimer: *can't find Myka anywhere in a crowd*
Pete Lattimer: This calls for drastic measures *puts hands around mouth like a microphone* HG WELLS SUCKS
Myka Bering: whAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Pete Lattimer: There she is.
Artie: You're fine.
Claudia: No I'm not fine! Why do weird things keep happening to me!
the-goo-queen
Benedict had once again been sent to the Warehouse, he was a little reluctant this time after what had happened with Pete the last time he visited, but his duty apparently demanded it so off he went.
Whatever news had spread to the agents that he was coming, when he arrived they were conveniently busy and out dealing with an artifact. Even Artie had wondered off into the Warehouse to ‘check on something’. Which left Benedict the chance to claim a space in Artie’s office to wait and he would wait for as long as it took for the agents to return so he could deliver the news right to their faces.
Growing bored, he started to walk around the office, picking things that seemed to be safe to touch and reading through files to keep himself busy. He eventually found himself looking through the top drawer of a file cabinet but had the sense not to put his arm inside and simply peered in at the contents.
“Look with your eyes not with your hands, dammit.” Claudia blurted out as she panicked. “Thats my new project, but please don’t tell Artie.” She walked over to the cabinet and slammed the drawer.
“Whatre you even doing here Valda?”
Benedict retracted his hand before she slammed the drawer shut and half squared at her for her blurted comment but he softened after a moment, no need to try to intimidate her, he was a regent, he was trouble enough.
“It’s better manners to add a ‘Mr’ to that title, Agent Donovan. Don’t forget your manners.” He warned in a low growl. “I’m here to see the agents with a message.” He explained and took that seat behind Artie’s door again. “But they all seem to have magically disappeared and left me with you.” He watched her “Aren’t you the lucky one.” He huffed.
Claudia turned away and rolled her eyes. She never was too good at respecting authority without, it being her least favourite regent.
"Lucky huh?, that's what the regents are calling it these days.." She huffed while spinning on her heels to face Valda, forcing a smile. "Well, Mica and Pete are out on a case and Artie isn't answering his Farnsworth, no clue on where he is, so I will have to do. What can I help you with Mr Valda?"
Sure, I’m an asshole, but I can be super cute and mushy so fuck you
the-goo-queen
Benedict had once again been sent to the Warehouse, he was a little reluctant this time after what had happened with Pete the last time he visited, but his duty apparently demanded it so off he went.
Whatever news had spread to the agents that he was coming, when he arrived they were conveniently busy and out dealing with an artifact. Even Artie had wondered off into the Warehouse to ‘check on something’. Which left Benedict the chance to claim a space in Artie’s office to wait and he would wait for as long as it took for the agents to return so he could deliver the news right to their faces.
Growing bored, he started to walk around the office, picking things that seemed to be safe to touch and reading through files to keep himself busy. He eventually found himself looking through the top drawer of a file cabinet but had the sense not to put his arm inside and simply peered in at the contents.
“Look with your eyes not with your hands, dammit.” Claudia blurted out as she panicked. “Thats my new project, but please don’t tell Artie.” She walked over to the cabinet and slammed the drawer.
“Whatre you even doing here Valda?”
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