Saturday was Shebaday. What did that mean? Well, mostly it meant that she didn't work on Saturdays. Dean was on shift at the diner and she had zero classes, and she gave herself the day off from paperwork and homework, too.

She even, sometimes, gave herself the day off from cooking.

She loved cooking. Adored it. It was her art. But that ( Read more... )

Priestly had woken up this morning his usual male self, gone about his business, decided to take a nice, leisurely evening shower, and came out female ( Read more... )

So Priestly's class today had been cancelled in honor of Columbus Day. Which would be why Priestly was sitting at the kitchen island with his laptop, composing a long winded, honestly kind of insufferably preachy email to his study group about how terrible Columbus really was ( Read more... )

Momoko had sent Priestly a package. He had the four cookies lined up on the kitchen island, and was looking at them suspiciously. He was proud of Momo -- she'd baked them all by herself! -- but he wasn't super sure he wanted to actually eat them ( Read more... )

So apparently post-war on Dinah looked just a smidge clingy. Not that Priestly was objecting. Not even a little. He was still enjoying having her there and safe too much to worry about how much snuggling and petting was going on.

They'd marathoned Doctor Sexy yesterday, spent this evening watching bad kitchen reality shows, surrounded by junk ( Read more... )

Priestly was futzing. The apartment looked fine, he'd put away the liquor and all the empty bottles that were a natural result of living with Dean, the bed had fresh sheets on it, and there were fresh towels available if Dinah wanted to shower. He had more food than any two (or three or four or five) people could actually eat in a weekend, all set ( Read more... )

". . . the hell ( Read more... )

As the fans' power sources were removed and they were escorted off the island, the slew of machines going *PING!* in Priestly's apartment vanished without a trace. Priestly's shirt reappeared, and his comma coma lapsed into regular sleep ( Read more... )

Priestly had been in a comma since passing out at the Perk yesterday. He had an acute brain tumor infringing on his occidental lobe in his cerebal palsy. It was very serious.So he was laid out flat on the bed in his apartment. Still shirtless, of course, because clearly comma patients were more comfortable without shirts on. There were lots of ( Read more... )

"For the last time, Stevesie," Priestly said, scooping the red panda off the kitchen island counter. "No red pandas on the counters. Or green ones. Or any other color the island might decide to turn you to thwart me ( Read more... )