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[princessmo]

Did i say phineas and pherb thats what my grandma calls it

u did and i love that

[princessmo]

42 krayger 👀👀

thank u for the prompt ily <3 . tw for mention of child abuse.  fic’s under the read more

Ray had never been too keen about birthdays. As a kid, they’d meant nothing more than an extra punch from his dad every year. This year was different, however. After recalling a few too many repressed childhood memories, Krieger promised Ray that he was going to have the best birthday ever.

Of course, there was only so much a promise could do. His birthday was still on a weekday, which meant a work day. Krieger took the day off for reasons he refused to explain, so Ray went in to avoid raising suspicion from his coworkers.

He was starting to regret that decision when his phone rang. Krieger! Thank god.

“Oh, I’m so glad you called. Malory has been up my ass tod-”

“Uh, sorry to cut you off, but I have an important question. Do you like filet mignon or lobster more?”

“Why? You won’t get both?” Ray pretended to whine.

“I was going to, but after picking up Cher’s FIV meds, I’m kinda short on cash. Unless you don’t want me to make the Pão de queijo-”

“You’re makin’ the Pão de queijo. Don’t worry about it. Go with the lobster. Hey, you’re still makin’ that chocolate cake too, aren’t you?”

Krieger chuckled. “Of course, babe…you’re always on my mind. I’m starting to think cake’s always on yours.”

“Aw, honey, you know that’s not true. Cake’s only on my mind 75% of the time. You’re on it the other 25%.”

“That’s reassuring. Can you meet me downstairs in five minutes for lun- uh, I mean, a surprise?”

Ray laughed. “Sure thing, I’ll be right down.”

[princessmo]

No one: Mo: look at this picture of a man with long blonde hair who has never showered (I love when u show me styx things but jsyk im literally the "are ya winning son?" guy)

SMDNJDKDJDJDN thank you for the support ily

[princessmo]

No one: Mo: foul

skdjskjd i don't know how or when "foul" became super incorporated into my vocabulary but now it's like every other word i say

[trans-pickles]

sourpatchlezz replied to your post “For the wip guessing game: pajamas, ham, totally, and eyelash”

Yowza i love both of those ��

i deal in tenderness my pal

[trans-pickles]

For the wip guessing game: pajamas, ham, totally, and eyelash

pajamas - from my very long ongoing book series that might never be published but i’m writing it for me dammit!

And yet here Seoirse was, wearing Davey’s hoodie as pajamas. He buried his face in the fabric, relishing the clean, warm scent still left on them. Davey’s smell. By god, he wanted to live in it, to live in the memory of the lingering touches still burning against his skin.

totally - again, super long book series

“How are you so calm?” hissed Akira under his breath. Davey made no indication he had even heard him, glass still raised to his lips, eyes still scanning the crowd. For all intents and purposes, he was totally oblivious to the very real danger of being discovered. After an eternity, he delicately placed his drink on the laquered bar.

“Not calm,” he said quietly. “Waiting.”

for ham and eyelash, i actually couldn’t find either of those, but now i gotta throw em in somewhere… hm…