Why do I find it this funny
Store Worker, over the intercom: “Will Uma please come to the front desk?”
Uma, arriving at the desk: “Is there a problem?”
Store Worker: *points to Harry and Gil*
Store Worker: “I believe this belong to you?”
Harry and Gil, simultaneously: “We got lost.”
Uma: “I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-”
Each time this ask is reblogged, a sinner instantly dies
Oh fuck yeah, reblog the shit out of this!-🗡️
accurate
Mal: “I sleep with a knife under my pillow.”
Jay: “I sleep with a broken bottle next to me.”
Harry: “Ya’re both pathetic.”
Jay: “Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?”
Harry: “Uma.”
He knows
Jay: Wait a damn minute... Why are they touching hands like that?
I think we need to start a support group called "Missing MAMI"
Someone send help
Just trying not to forget about it, because i wanna read it
Adam snorted, sliding off her desk. “No shit. I’m the best you’ll ever have, and don’t you fucking forget it. Why are you acting weird?”
“I’m not acting weird,” she said defensively, crossing her arms. “I was just trying to be nice.”
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he said, turning to stare her dead in the eye, “you’re not a nice kind of girl, Lute.”
She bristled, unsure of the point he was trying to make. It wasn’t like he was being untruthful. She wasn’t the type to be overly kind or caring for others. That wasn’t exactly uncommon knowledge.
Still, having it pointed out to her stung slightly.
Refusing to break eye contact, she rested her forearms on her desk and leaned forward, looking up at him. “No. I’m not a nice girl, Sir,” she said quietly, her tone surprisingly measured. “If that’s what you’re after, I’d suggest -”
“I don’t know what is up with you today,” he interrupted, rolling his eyes as he strode towards the door, “but snap the fuck out of it, Lute, I’m getting sick of your shit today. You coming to give the others the good news, or not?”
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It's finally coming together. Can't wait to share what happens next with you all soon <3