L E A D E R

“No… no, that’s his sister’s grave. Holy crap, I didn’t think we’d find Judith Myers’ grave here!”

“Put that ouija board back where it came from or so help meeeeee…”

“Why not? You get free shit down there! Like flashlights. And hookings.”

With a warm hug and a returning kiss of his own, he’s pretty much ready to go toe-to-toe with MacMillan again, honestly. “Anytime, Twinkle Toes.”

                  “........Meg, will you marry me?”             He didn’t say it loud enough to be heard.

i mean you’re not wrong

if you say you’re the #1 meg thomas fan, you’re lying. that’s dwight. he’s number one.

            waddling around not doing his easter bunny duties. fuckin lout.

               ❝ ...did he say camp my ass or cramp my ass? Cause something tells me he’s not very impressive in the LONG run, if y’know what I mean. Or in the THICK of it, for that matter. ❞