I’m 𝙨𝙤 happy for you.

Simp.

“Uh-huh. You just look an awful lot like a pretty famous person.” He’s eyeing himself up and down. Surely his costume is of remarkable quality. “Like you said, normal look. .”

“I’ll add it to the list.” The endless of movies and TV shows he still needs to watch. “. . . Yeah, that must be the one thing I have been missing in my life. Seeing Ryan Gosling wearing glasses.”

“. . . No, but the ship looks cool. Still not sure what Ryan Gosling in glasses has to do with building Lego.”

Blink. Blink. “No, I have not seen Ryan Gosling in glasses. Is that very relevant to the Lego topic?” Let’s not talk about the sequels.

“Of course I have seen the Hail Mary one, that one looks amazing. The bunny not. As for the enterprise, just give me the Millennium Falcon instead.”

There is actually this lego set of a cat. It reminds me a little of you — if you were an actual cat. Black, white. Matches your outfit.

“Good. I wasn’t ready to have another discussion with someone who actually likes them.” Eyes narrowing, a brow raising. Confusion hit him once he took a better look. “Nice. . . Cosplay.”

I’m quite busy actually, but . . . . . I like Lego, what about it?

Blame Felicia.

Uhh —

Are we really heading that way, huh? Such a positive way of saying that the system is broken, but I’m the party pooper, of course.

His webs are utilized to form a hammock. No phone. Just his iPod and a pair of headphones as he rested his shape on top of the silk.

Well, it’s not teeth in general. They just look horrendous on those figures. Pointy. Sharp. Blergh.

She actually stole a labubu.

Yeah, the Labubu company. Ugly things.

You do own some ugly things. . You never actually stole one, right? Please, don’t tell me you stole one. I’d understand a painting, but a labubu!?

Imagine having shares in Pop Mart. Hah.

. . . A-ha. So that’s why you are still pretending that the Labubu’s are anything but ugly.

. . . You have a gold one, don’t you? Or was it diamond? Still ug-ly. You seen the teeth of them?

The labubu’s, right?

Ew. labubu’s.

New York’s sewers have not been favoring his nostrils lately. Something is definitely wrong down there.

❛ 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓’𝖙 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊. 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞, 𝖎𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚. ❜ ↻+♡

doomscrolling on his phone. Legs swinging freely as he's sitting on the edge of the roof. Milkshake in his left hand, phone in the other. It's a quiet day.

❛ With great 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 . . . ❜