#soiled it

[yourgothgflee]

Yknow the perks of having me as a lee are that im one big tickle spot, I’m a great snuggler, my n*pples are basically free use, and I have more SpongeBob-based vocal stims than you can imagine. And I think we all know which of those is the best.

[mtr-with-ghosts]

[sugurusprettygf]

It’s been a year and I’ll never forgive Andy for making the losers hate Mike for calling them back. Like they were so angry but they KNEW that they had to do it. It made it seem like their friendships weren’t strong enough to care about the oath. I mean, in the book, the losers were obviously upset upon finding out why they had to go back to Derry but they were literally like “oop- that sucks haha anyways love u Mike we’ll do it anyway! A promise is a promise ✨💗” LIKE WHERE WAS THAT ENERGY IN CHAPTER 2 WHERE WAS IT

[snailherder]

i can’t believe i ashed on my last bit of watermelon this is a disaster i was lookign forward to it and now it’s soiled

[echosilverwolf]

Spongebob fans after the halftime performance.

[osha-whaatt]

wow, am I stupid or what?

[mediknight]

a gift extended; within concealed a rather lavish watch. A few days prior they had wandered passed the store and leorio had whistled, a clear indicator that he was impressed. So, taking this as a cue kurapika purchased it for him.

As though mechanically inclined, Leorio accepts the box. It’s plain but neat, a style which suits Kurapika. The slender ribbon tied around the package is a stylistic touch that would shock Leorio if such a detail were to be considered anything but mundane.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Leorio says. For once, he’s sincere, yet he’s already opening the gift, tugging at the bow-ends. He pauses. “It’s not, like, the heart of some big bad mafia dude, is it? Because as romantic as that would be-”

As he slips the lid off the box, bracing himself (not for what lies within but for Kurapika’s retaliation), he squints at the glint of light off metal. The sight shuts him up.

“Kurapika.” He holds the watch before his face, unsure of which emotion has seized control of his features. “I don’t think I can... accept this. Do you even know how much these cost? Dumb question, I guess, but...”

He feels his skin flush, burning with a pinkish tone from his neck to his hairline. Rejecting the gift isn’t really an option; he doesn’t want to offend or earn Kurapika’s wrath. So he nods his acceptance and aligns the watch with his wrist, marveling at effect.

Extending his arm out toward Kurapika, he raises an eyebrow. “Care to do the honors?”