#lee!sniper

[bonk9999]

I did a giggly Sniper for no reason, sound on!!

[spookygiggles]

I see you are also a lee!Sniper enjoyer!! here are some of my hcs hehe

-I think he has ticklish sides and upper body mostly, though his knees will make him yelp.

-Quite a jumpy lee. Like his laugh and reactions are all over the place because he never really got tickled and now doesn't really know how to deal with it. As a result, he does a lot of yelping and thrashing in the middle of his laughing

-he actually doesn't mind softer tickles, the closeness and sensation are nice without it making him lose control of his reactions (which is the main reason he doesn't like tickling).

He sounds alot like me except my feet are a total death spot Lol

Those are adorable! i love your hcs!! Lee sniper is definitely my fav 🥰 But i can't deny that Spy and Scout are so adorable as lees too, But not together eww nonono they are father and son, You get the memo 🥲

Please forgive me for taking forever to get to my inbox 🥹

[lavrusha]

ticklish Sniper with feathers!!!

alright then :3

[foxesdontscareme]

the improv duo of all time, if you even care

[idwsonicnews]

Sonic the Hedgehog: Amy's 30th Anniversary Special Preview Pages

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Aaron Hammerstrom Inks: Matt Froese Colors: Reggie Graham Letters: Shawn Lee

[biboomerangboi]

I know the kinda classic friendship dynamic for a zukka mailee double date is to have Zuko and Mai be goth besties and Ty Lee and Sokka to team up cause they are both giddy geniuses but also consider that Ty Lee once said “I know you” to Zuko on Ember Island cause she inartistically understood him and saw herself in him and they both are really good at acrobatics meanwhile Sokka and Mai are both sarcastic af and have pinpoint accuracy plus they both are into hyper jocks. Basically what I’m saying is that in a modern AU Sokka and Mai play darts together at the bar and gossip while Ty Lee and Zuko start a bar fight because someone was mean to one of them so the other had to throw the first punch.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

What the flip. TF2 x INSIDE JOB X VENTURE BROS??

Part 1 Tehe

[lovesickgoose]

Do you remember this feeling?

[habitabel]

The things I want to do to fictional men is insane and I just know the tags to this post are gonna cause wars

[uncasualfangirl]

RESPECTFULLY SIR, YOU COULD BREAK ME IN HALF. THANKS

[bonk9999]

Affection

[spookygiggles]

did he really tho? 👀

[spderkid]

miles g. tries to slowly distance himself from ganke-42 at first. ganke notices this but is not good at verbal communication so he gives miles g his beanie and a little note bein like “hey i’m still ur best friend :)” miles g is like “haha thanks man!!!” (he cries about it later and then stops talking to ganke all together.)

[a-little-bit-of-tradition]

[thefreelanceangel]

"I'll tell you a story," Summer said, running her hand through Kona's glossy hair. He turned his head slightly, pillowed on her lap, and looked up at the mystel, one brow quirking.

"You're never out of stories," Kona laughed.

"This one is different. I didn't make this one up. It's from a long, long time ago."

Once, in ages past, a powerful mage lost his heart to a woman who did not return it in kind. He spent ages locked in his chambers in his own palace, refusing to see even his guards, his courtiers, his own family.

And on a brilliantly sunny day, he threw open his doors and led a beautiful woman out into view. This is my Fleur, he said, this is the woman I made for myself who will care for my heart as carefully as I crafted the one spun from sugar now beating in her breast.

Believing himself successful, the mage set a guard upon his Fleur and told the dutiful Tristan to watch over his crafted love, to ensure she never came to harm so he would always have her ready upon his command. So said, so done, and the mage whisked himself away to continue his studies, for it must be said he cared less for the love he swore he desired than he did for power.

And for time unspoken, Tristan did as commanded, shadowing the gentle Fleur's steps to ensure her complete safety.

...perhaps inevitably... his guardianship of Fleur became more than mere duty.

What can be said of a love born of sorcery, duty, secrecy...? Love it was, but not a healing love for the man betraying his duty, his lord, his sworn oaths. Such a thing could not last after the first rush of joy in love given and received.

As for she, crafted of flowers and magic, what could she possibly know of duty? All Fleur possessed was a single heart, beating the syllables of Tristan's name. Perhaps the mage created it for her, but even creating a heart does not give one the ultimate right to it.

She tried to reassure him, as best she could, the gentle simulacrum of sweet petals. And she could not understand why he looked so sad whenever he took her hands in his.

Tristan knew if the mage returned to find his creation in love with one of his own guard, the very guard he'd entrusted with her safety, the first target of his anger would be Fleur. And so when she urged him to run away with her, Tristan swallowed the bitterest lie and promised to meet her at eve's fall.

With a fractured heart slicing him into a thousand pieces, Tristan walked away from their vow. And from her, going directly to his captain and asking to be sent away that very afternoon.

Created from a spun-sugar heart and sweetly scented flowers, Fleur could not withstand the pain of betrayal. With rain pelting down upon her unprotected head, alone where she'd thought to meet her beloved, the simulacrum melted into rain-sodden blossoms and a lingering sweetness on the stones.

Tristan returned to hear the tale of how the mage's pretty toy foolishly walked out into a drenching rain and so fell to pieces with no guard to watch over her. And when the mage finally returned, he'd forgotten all about his creation, taking away any hopes Tristan had that Fleur might be recreated.

Decades passed and the world changed, but on rainy nights, one can still catch a whiff of sugar and flowers on those very stones. And every now and then, Tristan reaches out from within a swirl of ghostly petals, trying to touch his Fleur once more.

[sgtgrunt0331-3]

"That was your overwatch, Einstein. You can thank him later."

(American Sniper, 2014)