#fierceshriimp

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                     let’s talk about LISA. @liittlegoose​ and every other blog you own, you know that i love you so fucking much. you’re the honey to my peaches, the riley to my cory. the sofia to my mark. the everything to my everything, basically. gah, we met in the gmw fandom when you made your topanga━ who you just so happen to play flawlessly, exactly like every other muse you play && let me just be the first to say that i’m so fucking glad that you did make her. we connected instantly && have been friends for months && for that alone i am grateful. i have never connected with another topanga before, so that’s got to say something about how you play her. there’s not a character that you can’t play, because you just write that well, i’m not kidding. i can go to you with anything, knowing that i will not be judged && that you will be there for me, as i will always be there for you. i also just want to thank you for getting me into grey’s. it’s because of you that i watched, because you were always talking about it && it gained my interest tbh. so i watched it && i have a deep love for it. your fault, but it’s another thing that i love about you. you’re passionate about even television shows && movies, enough to catch someone’s attention with it. i probably like that in a person, because i’m the same way. sorry, i’m rambling, but i do that a lot with you so?? anyways, back to what i was saying. you have such a raw talent for writing and literally anything you set your mind to. you’re the sweetest of the sweet && deserve everything good in life. i love you, honey!!

[baywindowprincess-blog]

"Hey there, Rudolph."

<< Riley plopped down at the breakfast table with a loud thunk. She rested her head in her hands and attempted to rub the sleep from her glassy eyes. “Ugh,” she groaned, “I shouldn’t have hung out with Maya yesterday. Why did you let me do that? You’re my mother! You knew I was sick, you said, ‘Riley, you don’t look well.’ But you still let me go out into that frigid December air.” She coughed loudly, as if to punctuate her rant,

“What kind of mother are you?” >> 

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x ∶ @fierceshriimp.

                   they’ve been in their apartment for well over a year now && they had a baby on the way. something that cory was extremely proud of && really couldn’t wait for. then came in a little thing called time && how much of it they had left to set up the nursery. which cory secretly took it upon himself to do━ okay, so he might have drag shawn in to helping him.. hand covering her eyes, he slowly walks her in to the room. 

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x ∶ @fierceshriimp​.

                     he’s already made sure that auggie is tucked safely in to bed && riley’s been asleep for the better part of the hour, leaving cory to do what he had to do. laptops && piles of books && papers are set aside in hopes that none of it’s touched that night, if he had any say on the matter. while topanga was in the shower, he cooked her favorite meal && set rose petals on the bed && floors of their bedroom, kitchen && living room. there are flowers in a vase on the kitchen table && the room is dark with only the glow of lit candles set around the apartment to give them light. there was only one thing left to do. he quietly calls out to topanga when he hears the bathroom door open, sure not to wake the kids. “topanga?” getting down on one knee, facing the entrance from the back rooms, he pulls out a ring from his pocket && waits for her. “can you come here, please?”

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                                                                   There was a pout on her face as she laid in Riley’s bed. ‘’ We just sit there && don’t say anything. It’s so AWKWARD. Any advice ? ’

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peACHES

mY HONEY SNOWFLAKE!!

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@fierceshriimp​ continued from here.

        “my fries!” topanga swats at his hand. “besides… i’m hungry         all the time now… and that’s kind of all your fault.”

                   he pulls his hand back, holding it to his chest with                    his other hand. he now remembers why he ordered               extra food the last two times she was pregnant.                     “yeah, yeah. everything’s my fault.”

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@fierceshriimp.

                    “so then give me your jar.”