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Incorrect quotes with la squadra

not proof read or spell checked, we die like men

y/n:what time is it?

Formaggio:idk let me check ‘pickups trumpet and starts playing it”

Ghiaccio from upstairs: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE TRUMPET AT 5 IN THE MORNING?!

Formaggio: it's 5 :)

Melone:you know that's gonna kill your guys eventually right?

Risotto puring another glass of whisky: that's the point

Prosciutto:we are trying to speed up the process

y/n:’nods while eating raw cookie dough’

Ghiaccio: Anyone wanna start a possibly friendship shattering fight?

Y/n: centaurs have six limbs meaning they are insects

Ghiaccio: i was joking but now you've crossed the line

risotto: Time for plan G.

prosciutto: Don’t you mean plan B?

risotto: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

prosciutto: What about plan D?

formaggio: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

prosciutto: What about plan E?

risotto: I’m hoping not to use it. y/n dies in planE.

ghiaccio: I like plan E.

*The squad right before y/n 's wedding*

risotto: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

prosciutto: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

pesci: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

illuso: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

melone, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

ghiachio:FUCK I HAVE A WEDDING I HAVE TO GET MARRIED AT

y/n: How many kids do you have?

melone: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

y/n: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

ghiaccio: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

illuso: What do you think y/n will do for a distraction?

formaggio: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

formaggio: ... or they could do that.

y/n: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

illuso: You were flirting with risotto.

y/n: So what? He's my partner.

illuso: You asked him if he was single.

y/n:

illuso: And then you cried when he said he wasn't.

fun fact of the post: me and my friends dressed as the main vento aureo gang for the animation release

no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak

Btw sam’s blurry wife in the background of the finale is Eileen!! Eric Kripke told me himself!!!

Can’t stop drawing them help.

know your history.

me and stevo talk about the commodification of alternative crowds

eric kripke from behind the camera watching jensen and misha do whatever kinda fucked up shit he's gonna make them do on the boys s5

i love reaching for things it makes me feel like jamiroquai

y/n: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute. rick: No, that's not how you make cookies. carl: FLOOR IT!! y/n: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!? rick: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN- y/n: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES! carl: DO IT! rick: NO-