You’re sitting at your computer, switching from Tumblr to Neo and from Neo to Tumblr. Suddenly you feel hot breath on your neck. You’re paralyzed with fear. You can hear someone’s steady, soft breathing against your skin.
Their lips part, and they whisper lowly, “The pound is so wet right now.”
Are you ok candy
i’m more than ok :-) the pound is wet
EWWWWW FUCKING GROSS MAN
sold-my-soul-for-cake said: what if jazan wasn't present at that meeting because along with all the other belongings, he got stolen away from nabile. and while everyone is all angry, he's probably sitting alone in some dark room with useless stuff from the other royals, muttering and making stink faces in the dark