#potato puffer

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This is what peak performance looks like.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

When it's puffed up, would a potato puffer fish have fries instead of spikey spines?..

Ohoho, now this! Genius, anon. Potato puffers don't actually have spikes, but they should, and, well. When the fish already looks like a potato, there's only one source of inspiration you can go to when it comes to possible long spikey appendages on the outside...

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Yamuel says it’s good to be a potato.

Brain done??

Time to be potato is all the time.

Become. Btade.

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[delta-hexagon]

had a phone appointment with my gastroenterologist today and even he's annoyed that my surgery STILL doesn't have a date. he urged me to call the surgeouns office, so i did, and all she could say was "Dr Kotylak's mind is like a vault, unfortunately i don't know what he has going on in there but i dont see your name on his upcoming surgeries yet"

great. more waiting for me. i got nothing better to do

[pane-bistecca]

[carelessflower]

alec closet analysis thread

now it's confirmed that alec THE ultimate successor of broke nepo baby - sugar baby - tradwife pipeline, I compile a list of what items and brands i think he would use

casual wear

alec's style is the fit in trsom where he layer a leather jacket over hoodie, except now the leather jacket is some authentic italian leather costing 1000$ and the hoodie is ralph lauren. very subtle, very preppy boarding school with inheritance quiet luxury boy, ysl (magnus got confirmed wearing them and magnus shop/magic clothes for alec), loro piana, ami paris (magnus think "a" can be an initial alec is tres chic)

outerwear

classic burberry trench coat, leather jacket (a must), puffer, bomber, if in in dark color and cozy, there 70% chance alec wants it. fw chanel tweed stuff but non-monogram only. oh yeah got access to magnus unlimited closet of fur coat and been dressing in mob wife style every winter (it suit him so why change)

formal wear

structured, clean line, no fussy business. rarely do a three piece suit, unless it's a fancy nightout with magnus. layered his sweater/turtleneck with a blazer all the time. in shadoworld gala or events his suit would have pop of red either from the tie, the brooch or the detail to signal his position while blending in with other party-goers (consul robe wouldn't be sensible, considering shadowhunters history with downworlders). i can see ysl, celine, bottega, alexander mcqueen and peter do (the suit with the open back is for magnus only)

bag

THE shadoworld birkin mom, his collection isn't the biggest in the world because he's very particular in his pieces, no neon, overt pattern or rhinestone. got a mini birkin to store his airphones and gummy bear and izzy can't believe this is her brother's life now. big fans of every big bag imaginable, his birkin always looks like it may burst any moment. louis vuitton duffle bag, neutral, no excessive logo

jewelry

like anything silver, white gold, platinum, diamond, sapphire, pearl. tolerable of period and colored diamonds. keep ruby (bad association), gold and those god-awful rolex away from him please. own a couple of richard mille but only for fancy occasions, his go-to is usually vintage gucci bangle or cartier tank. got matching cartier love bracelet with max. break about 4 sets van cleef albraham but magnus like how delicately they sit on his collarbone so he gonna keep being restocked on them. for ring: harry winston, tiffany, graff, his fave shape is carre, emerald, cushion

perfume

woody, slightly white floral (he doesn't play about jasmine), anything fresh and clean, skin type of perfume. he's basically smell like entering a very expensive yet worth-the-price therapist's office. mfk 724, another 13, the matcha, and do son would be perfect. magnus got a whole shelves of kilian, alec basically take a look and one bottle and that's it. unless you're magnus don't come near him with anything patchouli or overwhelmed musk he would scowl as if your existence's offensive

tag list: @magnus-the-maqnificent @literallytypogod @hoezier-than-thou @sociallyineptbibliophile @queenlilith43

@khaleesiofalicante @wandererbyheart @raziyekroos @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @alexandergideonslightwood

@noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks @deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible

@letsgofortacos

@kita-no @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @goldendreams3 @cityofdownwardspirals

@stupidfuckindinosaur

@i-have-not-slept @rinadragomir @potato-jem @kasper-tag

@banesapothecary @culiehua @izzysimcns

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Oh god, he’s campaigning. Who gave him the funds for print materials???

THE YAM IS ALL

[kiennilove]

Weekly Tag Wednesday - January Randomness

yayyy wednesday tag is back!! thanks to @mybrainismelted, @deedala, @gallavich-annise and @burninface for tagging me! <333

name: mi-aaaaahhh 😩😩😞

age: gonna be 21 in two weeks…

what were you doing last night at 12AM?

texting my friend! <3

what word do you still have trouble remembering how to spell?

acquaintance… i have NO idea how to spell it and to check the spelling i typed “aqutamces” :/

you accidentally ate some radioactive vegetables. they were good, and what’s even cooler is that they gave you the super-power of your choice! what is that power?

i ate a potato and now i can run servers of some IT companies 🥰

first thing you would buy if you won the lottery?

i think a good pc… i want to play jedi survivor SOOO BAD

who is your favourite author?

do manga authors count? if yes, then haruichi furudate :3

what’s the tenth photo in your photo album on your phone? can you explain?

it’s a screenshot that shows that i randomly got video from ethan cutkosky as my first ever tiktok 😳😳 it was back in august i think

what was your favourite breakfast cereal growing up? how about today?

chocolate nesquik ones :( now i don’t eat cereal but i miss these ones dearly

what outfit did you wear growing up that you’d be mortified to be seen in today?

oof i had a puffer jacket with hearts on it… even back then my friends were teasing me about it, i was mortified :( it was cute though ngl, but i think i was old enough not to wear it back then…

aaaand im tagging…

@asliv0silver @badassfetish @bawlbrayker @blue-disco-lights @gallapiech @femboymilkovich @lingy910y @cringengl @deathclassic @darlingian @em-harlsnow @energievie @firendeavor @gardenerian @heymrspatel @konaiiro @mickeym4ndy @michellemisfit @nymacron @pookiebearmick @reganmian @sickness-health-all-that-shit @konaiiro @stocious @sleepymick @transsexual-dandelions @too-schoolforcool @vintagelacerosette

[thatswhywelovegermany]

Fußball

Der Fußballwahn ist eine Krank- heit, aber selten, Gott sei Dank! Ich kenne wen, der litt akut an Fußballwahn und Fußballwut. Sowie er einen Gegenstand in Kugelform und ähnlich fand, so trat er zu und stieß mit Kraft ihn in die bunte Nachbarschaft. Ob es ein Schwalbennest, ein Tiegel, ein Käse, Globus oder Igel, ein Krug, ein Schmuckwerk am Altar, ein Kegelball, ein Kissen war, und wem der Gegenstand gehörte, das war etwas, was ihn nicht störte. Bald trieb er eine Schweineblase, bald steife Hüte durch die Straße. Dann wieder mit geübtem Schwung stieß er den Fuß in Pferdedung. Mit Schwamm und Seife trieb er Sport. Die Lampenkuppel brach sofort. Das Nachtgeschirr flog zielbewusst der Tante Berta an die Brust. Kein Abwehrmittel wollte nützen, nicht Stacheldraht in Stiefelspitzen, noch Puffer, außen angebracht. Er siegte immer, 0 zu 8, und übte weiter frisch, fromm, frei mit Totenkopf und Straußenei. Erschreckt durch seine wilden Stöße, gab man ihm nie Kartoffelklöße. Selbst vor dem Podex und den Brüsten der Frau ergriff ihn ein Gelüsten, was er jedoch als Mann von Stand aus Höflichkeit meist überwand. Dagegen gab ein Schwartenmagen dem Fleischer Anlass zum Verklagen. Was beim Gemüsemarkt geschah, kommt einer Schlacht bei Leipzig nah. Da schwirrten Äpfel, Apfelsinen durch Publikum wie wilde Bienen. Da sah man Blutorangen, Zwetschen an blassen Wangen sich zerquetschen. Das Eigelb überzog die Leiber, ein Fischkorb platzte zwischen Weiber. Kartoffeln spritzten und Zitronen. Man duckte sich vor den Melonen. Dem Krautkopf folgten Kürbisschüsse. Dann donnerten die Kokosnüsse. Genug! Als alles dies getan, griff unser Held zum Größenwahn. Schon schäkernd mit der U-Boots-Mine, besann er sich auf die Lawine. Doch als pompöser Fußballstößer Fand er die Erde noch viel größer. Er rang mit mancherlei Problemen. Zunächst: Wie soll man Anlauf nehmen? Dann schiffte er von dem Balkon sich ein in einen Luftballon. Und blieb von da an in der Luft, verschollen. Hat sich selbst verpufft. - Ich warne euch, ihr Brüder Jahns, vor dem Gebrauch des Fußballwahns!

Joachim Ringelnatz

Football (Soccer)

Football (soccer) mania is a disease but a rare one, thank God! I know someone who suffered acutely from football mania and football rage. As soon as he found an object in the shape of a ball and similar, he kicked at it and hurled it with force into the colorful neighborhood. Whether it was a swallow's nest, a jar, a cheese, globe or hedgehog, a jug, a piece of jewelry on the altar, a bowling ball, a cushion, and who the object belonged to, that was something that didn't bother him. Soon he was driving a pig's bladder, soon stiff hats through the street. Then again with practiced momentum he pushed his foot into horse manure. He played sport with sponge and soap. The lamp dome broke immediately. The night harness flew purposefully to Aunt Berta's chest. No means of defense would help, not barbed wire in boot tops, nor buffers attached to the outside. He always won, 0 to 8, and continued to practice fresh, pious, free With skull and ostrich egg. Frightened by his wild thrusts, he was never given potato dumplings. Even for the woman's buttocks and breasts he started to develop a certain temptation, which, however, as a man of class he overcame in most cases out of politeness. On the other hand, a rind stomach sausage gave the butcher cause for complaint. What happened at the vegetable market comes close to a battle near Leipzig. Apples and oranges buzzed through the crowd like wild bees. Blood oranges and plums were seen crushing against pale cheeks. Egg yolk covered the bodies, a basket of fish burst between market women. Potatoes and lemons splashed. People dodged melons. Cabbage heads were followed by pumpkin shots. Then coconuts thundered across the scene. Enough! When all this was done, our hero resorted to delusions of grandeur. Already flirting with the submarine mine, he remembered the avalanche. But as a pompous soccer kicker He found the earth even bigger. He wrestled with a number of problems. First of all: how to get a running start? Then he embarked from the balcony into a balloon. And remained in the air from then on, lost. He deflated himself, just went phut. - I warn you, brothers of Jahn, against the use of football mania!

Joachim Ringelnatz

[likesplatterpaint]

One of you commented that the yam looks like a goddamn handheld vacuum and our household hasn't been able to stop pondering how right you are since.

You’re 100% Not Wrong.

[numberonekurooloyalist]

Warmed Sweet Potatoes

random thing I cooked up, while I was listening to she wont go away by fayewebster...

happy new year! and since its winter I thought it was fitting to post

a/n: this is cringe. TBH I will probably reget this whole thing looking back at it. but no take backsies...

Your not entirely sure how you got into this situation... but here you were. Standing in a flowing crowd amoung the millions of stalls decorated for Nerima's annual winter festival... His stupidly long fingers circled around your wrist. Barely making contact with your skin, his grasp made no real attempt at stopping you but his eyes just stayed on yours for a second...

"It's you," 

his words dissolve into winter air, lingering. Uncertain hazel eyes burning into the distance between you— he panicked. He panicked as though his words had materialized into the white billows of his warm breath. He spoke so gently, fearing his heart would keeping spilling embarassing words through his mouth that shattered against the brittle December air.

His eyes flicker, causing a tug at the corner of your lips. He had that subtle glint in his eyes that shouted at him to unravel everything—every thought, praise, and feeling on his mind. Everything all at once. 

The boy could deny all he wanted but, Kuroo Tetsurou was easy to read. His stupid face always gave him away. Many would disagree, but the small quirks in his brows and twitches in his lopsided smiles always told you otherwise. Even then, Kuroo was stubborn. 

His chapped smile pursed back into a tense state, dorkish little craters forming at its sides, leaving the words out to fizzle into the universe. Prickly winds left a dust of pink on his cheeks that just kept getting darker and spread to the tip of his ears. He should have worn something warmer, the dummy stood in front of you in nothing but a sweater with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. Thin brows slopped into his perfectly sharp nose now slightly runny and red. The boy looked back at you through snow-wet lashes and horribly messy hair. Yet somehow his appearance only spread warmth down the numb tips of your hands.  Beautiful and raw, the scheming captain seemed so embarassed. A little sparkle in his eye that just kept making your heart pound like a monkey on a drum. Not a single step ahead of you, no witty reply, or teasing remark. There was just Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou. By now you would have said something to poke fun at him but you struggled to find the words.

Sighing, you shuffle out of the black puffer burning at your skin. When did it get so hot? "yeah, yeah, Ilikeyoutoo.. Just... Put this on..." You meant your voice to come out sharper but you only managed something below a grumble. 

"wait-wha"

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 32: A Blessing In Disguise

[Applause]

Tenma: Thank you very much!

Yuki: Thank you very much.

Muku: Thank you very much!!

Misumi: Thanks, everyone~!!

Kazunari: Thanks for watching~!

Kumon: Thanks~!!

[Applause]

Announcer: Today’s show has ended. Thank you very much for coming.

Audience A: Everyone was so good!!

Audience B: I’m so happy I got to see the Genie again!

Audience C: I watched the debut IRL, so seeing the current Summer Troupe’s growth as they play these roles drove me crazy~

Audience D: I know, right! Seeing them wear those costumes is making me emotional, Yuki-kun did so good!

Audience C: Yesss! Kumon-kun’s Genie of the Ring was so good too, he hooked me right in!

Izumi: (This is the perfect momentum for day 1. Getting to the final performance should be a breeze like this!)

Ibuki: …

Ibuki: What was that… It was totally different from the stream…

Ibuki: The lighting, the music, the acting… Their impact IRL is crazy.

Ibuki: This is interesting…

-

Izumi: Congratulations on safely finishing the Summer Troupe’s opening performance!

Kazunari: Good work~!

Muku: Good work!

Yuki: Good work.

Misumi: Congratulations to you too, Grandpa~

Muku: I’m really glad you found him.

Kumon: Ibukichi’s clout was seriously awesome~!

Kazunari: Oh yeah, you said they watched the show?

Izumi: Yeah, they helped us out a lot, so I invited them to the after-party, but they said they had somewhere to be and would come later.

Muku: They really watched it all, even though they have no interest in theater.

Yuki: We don’t know what their reaction to it was though.

Muku: What’re we gonna do if they tell us it didn’t keep their interest…

Kumon: Ehhhh! That’ll be a real shock…!

Muku: And if they post about it on social media…!?

Kumon: EHHH!? What will we do!?

Kazunari: Chillax, they haven’t said anything yet!

Misumi: It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay~

Izumi: It’d be nice if they enjoyed it.

Guy: These are Zahran spring rolls. Please try them.

Muku: Thank you very much!

Tenma: Looks good.

Sakuya: I’ve brought you some extra drinks.

Citron: You’ve still got a long way to go until the final day, so you must weep and get energy!

Yuki: Weep…?

Izumi: Eat to get energy, I think?

Kazunari: Reminds me, Sumi’s post about looking for something he lost started trending so fast, we're talking, like, net news fast.

Manager: Yes, yes, perhaps because of that news, the views on the promo video have been increasing, and we’re selling more and more tickets~!

Sakuya: That’s good news!

Citron: It’s like a Muku in puffy clothes~! (1)

Muku: Eh!? Me!? In puffy clothes…?

Guy: I believe wasabi can be added to puffer fish. (2)

Tenma: These are NOT related!

Kazunari: A blessing in disguise, you mean~! Either way, this is good!

Misumi: Yup, yup! I’m sure Grandpa’s happy too. Thanks, everyone!

Izumi: But still, Ibuki-kun’s late. Even though we brought so many potatoes for them…

[Bell ringing]

Izumi: Oh, is that them? Comiiing.

Ibuki: Heya!

Towa: P-Pardon the intrusion!

Izumi: Oh?

Sakuya: You brought Towa-kun with you?

Ibuki: Ibuki Dozono! And this guy will start acting together!

Towa: T-Together!

Muku: Eh!?

Kumon: Ibukichi’s gonna act!?

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NOTES:

(1) citron mistakes 災い転じて福となる (wazawai tenjite fuku to naru, turn misfortune into fortune) with ワサワサ転じて椋となる (wasawasa tenjite muku to naru, so fidgety you turn into muku)

(2) guy then tries to 'correct' him by saying ワサビ転じてフグとなる (wasabi tenjite fugu to naru, turn wasabi into puffer fish???) i lost my mind and it became what you see

[charmabrasion]

my atlyss boy his name is sweet potato and he's descended from puffer fish

[pane-bistecca]

[floralflorence]

POV: the Cubs and Reg are stuck in what's known as 'the talking stage' - that promptly comes to an end when their eyes get drawn to a black piercing on Reg's tongue.

''Hey, sorry for just showing up, I just- I don't know. Figured I'd come over 'cause, you know, I've been busy the past few days...which you do already know because I texted you and told you. Um,'' Reg let out a bashful laugh when Logan simply looked back at him with a soft smile while he chatted aimlessly. ''I'm rambling again, sorry.''

Taking a small step closer to him, Lo pushed up onto his toes slightly to brush a soft kiss to his cheek.

'''S alright, it's cute.'' Logan dropped back onto flat feet and leaned back a bit. ''And you didn't just show up, you called first.'' A lopsided grin spread across Reg's face as he shuffled into the Cubs' place when Lo stepped back and held the door open for him to slip through. ''Loves, Regie's here,'' Lo yelled out into the rest of the house.

Within the few seconds that Reg spent toeing off his shoes, Leo and Finn had both appeared, beelining towards him.

''Hi, darlin', glad you came,'' Leo pressed a kiss to the top of his head, pulling him into a quick hug as he did.

''Yeah?'' Reg smiled up at him.

'''Course we are, we missed you,'' Finn agreed, kissing the arch of his cheekbone.

As the four headed to the living room, Reg kept his eyes trained on the floor to hide his flush.

''I saw you like five days ago and we texted," his voice was quiet and shy but still discernible.

"Exactly, far too long without seeing you," Logan said matter-of-factly.

They all crowded onto the huge L-shaped sofa that was the staple of their living room - Leo leaned back into the corner, Finn flopped on his back against the arm facing where Lo was sat leaning up Leo's side. Reg perched himself timidly in the space made between Finn's outstretched legs and Logan.

Sitting up slightly, Finn hooked his ankles on either side of Reg's hips and tugged him towards him in one quick movement. With a slight yell that faded off into a laugh that joined the other's, Reg relented and leaned his back against Finn's chest when he was prompted to, relaxing into Finn's hold.

''This okay?'' Finn whispered into his ear.

Reg grinned, hiding in Finn's neck slightly, nosing the skin softly there.

'''S more than okay.''

The dark blush spread down from Finn's ears and cheeks to his neck as he huffed out a shy laugh - ''good, that's good.''

Chattering mindlessly between themselves for a while, Logan rose and headed to the kitchen, coming back with a bag of sour sweets, plonking back into his comfy spot tucked under Leo's arm. He held the open bag out to Finn and Reg after Leo had grabbed a few - Finn stole a small handful but Reg didn't.

''Can't eat 'em.''

''You're allergic?'' Leo asked with a confused look - he'd asked Reg for any and all allergies when he first cooked dinner for him; apart from his deep hatred for sweet potatoes, he hadn't mentioned any.

Shaking his head, Reg explained wordlessly by sticking his tongue out, showing the ball of black metal resting against it. He giggled lightly at their simultaneous raised eyebrows and caught the tip of his tongue behind his teeth, showing the matching ball on the other side.

''Not supposed to eat acid-y things while it's still healing. You're lucky I was running around this week, when I first got it done I looked like a puffer fish.''

Finn snorted at the image before asking further.

''You're not allowed spicy food either right?''

''Yeah, that's off the table for a week or so. How'd you know that?''

''I was thinking about getting one in college, didn't obviously but I thought about it.''

''You'd suit a lip piercing, you know,'' Reg tilted his head to the side to look up at Finn.

''You think?'' Finn grinned down at him brightly.

Reg hummed softly, eyes tracing over his face, ignoring the soft flush spreading over his freckles once again.

''You'd never be able to leave the house though,'' Lo mused, chucking another sweet into his mouth.

''Oh yeah, why not?'' Finn smirked at Logan.

''Well, it's either keep you in the house or we have to fend off all the people throwing themselves at you.''

Finn threw his head back and laughed loudly, Logan matching him by giggling as he chewed.

''What else aren't you allowed?'' Leo asked, interested.

''Spicy, sour, anything overly salty 'cause it'll irritate it or something, oral sex isn't encouraged-'' Reg listed off the things that the lady had told him.

Leo tutted exaggeratedly with a faux-disappointed tilt of his head.

''There goes the evening plans.''

Reg broke out into giggles, resisting the urge to hide behind his hands.

''I'll write you an IOU for when it's healed.''

''Careful, I'll hold you to that, love.'' When Reg shyly made eye contact with him, Leo shot him an endearing smile and winked, chuckling when Reg blushed fiercely.

With gentle, cautious fingers, Finn's hand had crept it's way up the side of his arm and shoulder to comb through the soft strands of his hair at the side of his head. Reg chewed the inside of his cheek as a thought popped to mind, debating with himself if it was a good idea or just an idea. After a residual excuse of something between the lines of 'fuck it' and 'don't be a wuss', he decided to follow his brother's advice and just be bold for once.

"You know, they never said anything about restrictions on kisses though."

The hand in his hair trailed down so Finn's knuckles lightly skimmed across his cheek; Reg unconsciously leaning into the touch before turning his head towards Finn behind him once again. Chin tucked over Reg's shoulder, Finn was still taller than him, making him have to look up at him slightly through his lashes as he lightly bumped the tips of their noses together, thumb now tracing small patterns across his cheekbone.

"They didn't huh?"

Reg hummed negatively, eyes never moving from the gaze Finn held with him.

A shuddering breath ran across Reg's lips, prompting goosebumps to trail across his entire body.

"Can I kiss you, honey?"

"Yes, please," Reg mumbled lowly, not able to force his voice any higher or louder than that. Finn tilted his head to the side a bit before just barely parting his lips, leaning in to kiss Reg with his hand still resting against his cheek. At this point, Reg's head was pretty much leaned back to rest against Finn's shoulder, making him have to both lean in and down until their lips brushed together in a soft kiss. He let it linger for a second before flicking his eyes up to scan Reg's face, looking for any signs of discomfort, relieved to not find any.

Leaning in once more, both himself and Reg actively pressed their lips together firmly, Finn's bottom lip slipping between Reg's as his hand came up to rest against the side of Finn's neck, thumb against the hard line of his jaw. They kissed languidly for a few moments before pulling away slowly, Reg's teeth just catching Finn's bottom lip ever so slightly as they did. Reg pressed his lips together for a second as if willing the tingling sensation to go away so he could feel it again, feel the press of Finn's lips against his own, his tongue darting for a second to tease the flesh of his lip.

Only now noticing all three sets of eyes on him, he let out a shy laugh and rested his forehead against the side of Finn's neck, hiding himself for a moment. He sat back up properly after a second, willing his blush to fade but not caring about it as much as he usually would.

There was a soft sound as Finn smacked his lips together, licking them with slightly furrowed brows.

"You taste like honey," was all he said but it was enough to break the silence that had fallen.

"Lip balm is a wondrous creation, I know," Reg chuckled.

"You know I do love honey," Lo said with a wistful sigh, dramatically turning his head to the side slightly to stare out the open living room window.

Snorting at his theatrics, Reg just held a hand out to him.

Logan shuffled over to him on his knees, taking his hand in his.

Rising up onto his own knees so they were face-to-face, Reg smiled softly at him.

"Hi."

Lo laughed quietly.

"Hey." He leaned to brush a soft kiss to the tip of his cupid's bow. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Non, I want to."

With that, Lo's arms slid around his waist, tugging him closer to their knees were pressed against each other. Reg's hand came to fall naturally on Logan's body: one resting on his bicep, the other reaching to cup his cheek. Lo leaned in first, capturing Reg's lips in his in a gentle, slow kiss that gradually turned deep when Reg tilted his head further to the side. A soft noise came from low in Reg's throat when his bottom lip was sucked into Lo's mouth, his teeth just scraping along the surface. Their foreheads rested together when they pulled away, both breathing distinctly heavier than usual.

With a soft smile spreading across his face, Reg mumbled into the millimetres of space between their lips.

"Solid nine out of ten."

There was an offended scoff before Logan bumped their noses together and replied.

"I am a ten out of ten kisser, I'll have you know."

Reg brought one shoulder up in a non-committal shrug.

"There's always room for improvement."

"My kisses must have made you delusional, only explanation for this level of blasphemy."

Laughing brightly, Reg leaned back slightly and placed a chaste peck to his lips.

"Mhm, that's definitely it."

Leo appeared at their side.

"Gonna get a drink, anyone want anything?"

After three negatives, he pressed a kiss to the top of Reg's head and made his way into the kitchen. With one last brush of a kiss against Logan's cheek, Reg rose and followed him. Hearing the patter of his feet against the kitchen tile, Leo turned and smiled at him.

"Change your mind, darlin'?"

When Reg hummed affirmatively, he walked over to the fridge, opening it to look at what they had.

"What d'you want? OJ, apple, some... weird banana thing?" he mumbled as he grabbed a bottle of what looked like a milkshake and read the bottle with furrowed brows.

"A kiss?" Reg walked up to Leo's back, hands coming to rest on his hips as he pressed a kiss to the base of Leo's shoulder blade that was level with his lips. Placing the bottle back into the door of the fridge after a moment's pause, Leo swung the door shut and turned to face him. Wrapping his arms around his waist now, Reg leaned his head back to look up at Leo's face.

Bringing a hand up to lightly grip Reg's chin, Leo's thumb skimmed along the plush expanse of his bottom lip.

"You sure?" Leo's voice was a gentle, lulling rumble.

Reg hummed with a soft nod.

"Please?" he added with a smile, grinning fully when Leo let out a soft laugh. Leo's thumb tugged his bottom lip down slightly, parting them as he leaned down and brushed their lips together, pressing a soft kiss to just the bottom lip. The kiss made a soft sound as Leo's lips parted from Reg's before he leaned in again almost instantly. After a few deep yet oh so gentle kisses, Reg breathed in sharply when Leo's tongue reached to tease against his own. Leo froze and went to move away, stopped by Reg's hand moving from his waist to reach up and wrap around the back of his neck, keeping him where he was. He flicked his tongue gently against Leo's.

Both getting more comfortable, Reg dragged his tongue along Leo's, now on his tiptoes to get closer even as Leo bent down and stabilised him with a palm pressed to the base of his spine. A deep, rumbling groan stretched across Leo's chest when the ball of Reg's piercing rolled against his tongue. After a few more soft kisses, Reg slid back down to stand flat on the floor, panting and flushed - Leo wasn't much better.

After a moment or two, Leo spoke in a rough yet soft voice.

"You really do taste like honey."

Laughing softly, Reg leaned forward to rest his forehead against Leo's chest, eyes closing when a fluttering kiss was pressed to the crown of his hair.

[kingpizzachan]

Not ever birthday where you can be trapped in a small waiting room by The God Of Goof's taking over your friend's body as a host, waiting in said waiting room as the first friend is summoned for the tasks ahead...with chaos literally happening in this small box as we entertain ourselves. Music was played, cake forts were made . . . . chickens were killed tragically to a puffer fish [Rest in peace Jeremy]...Many goofs in wait. Wrote a silly book during the waiting room arc. may post it tomorrow ^v^ Maybe. Sadly, didn't get many pictures of the trials by the god [One of the trials involved 'bit coin' poison potato's]. But I did record it! So maybe I can see about doing something with that ^v^ HAHA....no promises. I had a ton of fun though!!! I am grateful to everyone who wished me a happy birthday ^v^ [don't mind my party cult robes. They are my special occasion outfit]