team strife

  • team rocket: we want to take over the country and rule it from the shadows because we're the yakuza and we won't bend to anyone.
  • team aqua: we want to make the world a better place for life by returning things to the primordial ocean from whence they came.
  • team magma: we want to make the world a better place for life by expanding the land so they have more room to live.
  • team galactic: we want to unmake reality and reform it in the image of our leader, creating a universe without spirit or strife.
  • team plasma: we want to bring about change and justice for pokemon, letting them live free from human cruelty and interference.
  • team neo plasma: we want to take over our country with brute force and become the masters of all around us with the power of a legend.
  • team flare: we want to eradicate the common folk and become a race of beautiful, eternal elites who will reign forever.
  • aether foundation: we want to conserve living beings, including those from other worlds, regardless of the consequences for our own world.
  • team skull: we just wanna fucking eat cause the economy's fucked and our lives are going nowhere

anonymous asked:

Is there one coworker you just don't get along with?

Squall:  You’ve already hit one teacher with a ball today, Sora.  

Sora: But-

Squall: Almasy forgot I’m writing the football team’s training regime for next week. 

(Squall: It’s not exactly we don’t get along since we sort of have to since we’re the only guy’s coaches in the school.  I’ve also gotten used to ignoring his taunts from years of practice. Plus, he’s not even trying right now.)

Part Two to This

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Two frat hauses, both alike in dignity,

In fair Samwell, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

where lax bro blood makes hockey hands unclean.

From forth the fatal teams of these two foes

A pair of star-cross’d lovers do change their life;

whose dating lives their teams overthrow

Do with their kisses end their teams’ strife.

For never was there a story that made more cry,

than this of Whiskey and his Lax Bro, Fry Guy.