Love Is A Cardboard Box For Two

I went to check my notes for my Post-War Theatre essay.

Instead, I found these two in there.

I don’t know what to say.

almightyramtha:

CAN’T UNSEE CAN’T UNSEE CAN’T UNSEE

MY FACE IS FREAKING OUT

*howling*

Someone must have done this already but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to do it all day:

lornemilee:

WIP I suppose.

In my headcanon (pffft), these two aren’t quite so hostile with one another. Snarky assholes who often compete for the same job, yes, but not complete enemies.

TOGETHER THEY REMEMBER THE GOOD OLD

STALIN DAYS

FULL OF BEAR AND KALASHNIKOV.

Plus, I like to think that Mantis probably new about most of what was going on, if not every bit of it, but just… didn’t give a single shit. He also probably didn’t care too much for Liquid, considering 1) he didn’t give a single shit about the “revolution,” and 2) you can actually call “Miller” and he’s like “blah blah what a pathetic man,” sooo…

VODKA.

(oh my god could you imagine Mantis drunk he would blow everything to pieces

whoops sorry guys

had an interesting night

won’t happen again

until next weekend

just keep the clean up crews around alright

sorry again

about the

you know

entirety of wing c

and the people inside it

sorry

except you know i’m not but hah whatever bitches

#yolo)

purinrinrin:

twistedmidnightdreams:

Of Course I’m Lying… by *SherlockianHamps

This is oddly adorable

cute :3 and a bit weird but mostly cute

nosebro:

asselot

daemimonster:

super-heated-burning-death-nuns:

LIQUID NO YOU ARE SCARING ME WITH YOUR INTERPRETIVE DANCE

ohgawd

IMAGINING THE ENTIRE FINAL FIGHT AS INTERPRETIVE DANCE NOW AND THERE IS NO GOING BACK

Oceloooooooooooot

Metal Gear Solid: Wanker’s Cramp

monkehsocks:

oh man this is an old one. Middle aged Ocelot laments the fact that even cake cannot make John love him.

sdfghjkl;ljhijk *squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*