Prison Break #SquadGoals:
Sara Tancredi - Lincoln Burrows - Fernando Sucre - Michael Scofield Alexander Mahone - Theodore Bagwell - Paul Kellerman
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Prison Break #SquadGoals:
Sara Tancredi - Lincoln Burrows - Fernando Sucre - Michael Scofield Alexander Mahone - Theodore Bagwell - Paul Kellerman
“Look, man, I didn’t mean to pee on you.”
drunk starters | @inbredsin
“Excuse me, BITCH, but I am the God of Pestilence here, not Y O U , and it’s my job to pee on people!”
[continued from here with @inbredsin]
He had only meant for it to be a one-time thing, no mess and no fuss. He and his friend would take care of the deal, split the money they needed, and never do it again. But everything had snowballed, and LJ secretly worried that he was on a one way road to ending up like his father - a deadbeat and a washed-up, often-homeless addict.
This guy though - he didn’t seem to be angry or judgey or anything. That was new. Most adults lit into him right away over everything.
At the words that fell from the other’s lips, LJ paused. “Yeah. Um...” He reached up, running his fingers through his hair. “I, uh, I don’t have any stuff on me right now. My friend is the one who keeps it safe until we get it to the people who asked for it. If you give me a day or two, though, I can get you something.”
;; cont. from here | @inbredsin
[text: warren 💀 💀]: ur ring seems quiet pleased with my kazoo-ing [text: warren 💀 💀]: u know i don’t believe ur actually going to kill me tho [text: warren 💀 💀]: ur a weak bitch, war
So Sara has officially filled out adoption papers for LJ to make sure he stays away from creepy men
Death: *wakes up in bed with War*
Death, immediately nopeing away: Not today Satan
Death: Actually, I wish you HAD been Lucifer. That would’ve been better.
@inbredsin // @have-a-little-faith
@inbredsin gets Death’s Digits
[ Text: Ugh ] War...you’re my favorite brother and unfortunately, my husband. You know I tolerate you.
[ Text: Ugh ] But I'm changing my locks again. You are absolutely not allowed a key to my place. Ever.