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[esthiofoods]

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[todayisafridaynight]

reward sketch for a lovely on twitter :]

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[lilmaymayy]

EXCUSE ME😧😧😮‍💨

[sharpedgedfool]

Making grilled cheese and some tomato soup to dippy in im living like a king

[6ad6ro]

[valorxdrive]

@litoredeem replied to your post “@dichotomouskey replied to your post “"Hmmm.. I am...”:

i want 100 apple pies

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"What even happened to the last 100 you bought?? I know all of them aren't gone Riku. You're still too twiggy--"

[famewolf]

weeping and crying because my mom bought us groceries while we're stuck inside with covid

[asmo-appreciator]

What if MC or someone got pregnant and started craving Solomon's cooking.

[moonglittering]

omg everyone ty for 100 followers in like a coupla months wtf.

ive been kinda absent the past week because my health is an upward climb and i had a death in the family right on new years and thats not me apologizing for havin a life or w / e ppl like to do, that’s just my stating sum fax. but im slowly crawlin back in to the groove..... thx for being patient!

[pieflavoredartz]

do you take req? or comms?

as of rn, niether as i am tired. HOWEVA… feel free to suggest em (if its not an oc) n i might :v

[emmahada]

[k20spock]

lets order pizza... together <3

yayyay !! :)

[todayisafridaynight]

old man yaoi comm on yaoi day... woAgh.....

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[qqweebird]

fuck my stupid baka life i want palak paneer and garlic naan from my local indian restaurant right fucking now .

[whathewha]

12 am rn and I’m pretty sure I annoyed/angered the post office by not giving them my phone number

[simonrileysfavteacup]

As always, Simon stumbles into your shared apartment, sighing. He drops his gear by the door, stripping himself down to his boxers. 

He walks into the living room, where the tv was on mute and a figure slept on your couch. He smiles, heading over to you, a blanket over your sleeping body. Simon stares at you for a moment before picking you up, making you stir awake. 

He smiles, “Hi lovie.”

“Si?”

“‘Hats me.” 

“You’re home?”

“Yup.”

“I haven’t made dinner…”

“S’ what? Pizza place down the stree’ is open.”

“But you deserve a home cooked-”

“Lovie? Why are you s’ hot?”

You blink. “What?”

“Like burnin’ hot…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Your burnin’, lovie.”

“I’m fine,” you lie, thrashing around in his arms. “I needa make dinner!”

“You’re sick?”

You don’t respond. 

“Bed. Now.” That was his stern voice. His lieutenant voice. “‘m orderin’ takeout.”

“But-”

“Lovie,” he warns. “Don’t make me tie you t’ the bed. Now, stay there an’ rest.”

He leaves the room to order dinner. When he gets back, you’re fast asleep. 

***

You stir awake hours later, the TV in your bedroom on, Simon sitting next to you. He’s munching on a rice bowl. You groan, “My head hurts.”

“Have ya taken any meds?” You shake your head. He holds out a bite of his food to you. You accept it happily. “Got them rice pla’ers you love so much.”

“Thank you. I can never get old of them.”

“You should.”

“I love you so much, but I haven’t gotten old of you.” 

He rolls his eyes. “You’re gone take some meds after eatin’, ‘kay?”

You nod. “Love you, Si.”

“Love you too, lovie.”