catching up sorry!

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As a countdown to the @beyonce concert in Philly on Sept. 29th (I’ma be there, soooooo excited eeee), I decided to illustrate the 11 Chapters of Lemonade. I love that this story goes through not only the end of a relationship but also the healing process. I haven’t done an illustration series in such a long time so this was a definite breath of fresh air :) 

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine characters as Pokémon Go teams. What team are you on?

Real love ft. @echoarts‘s Bill design.

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some photos from scout’s phone 📱

(mak with the purple-y hair and scout have been friends since they were toddlers and she came to visit while scout was home. and arias the boy with the long honey hair is one of her new friends, they bonded over having baby faces)

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SO TODAY WAS ACTUALLY A PRETTY OK DAY AND IVE BEEN GETTING A LOT OF QUESTIONS ABOUT MY HAIR SO HERES SOME MORE SELFIES MAYBE? (Also featuring Jasper pupper 😂)

ace-of-aoba-jousai  asked:

For your December challenge, could you do an Iwaoi drabble based on Adele's When We Were Young with them meeting again after years and the spark rekindling again?

It takes Tooru all of fourteen seconds to recognize him.

The atmosphere of the club is heavy around them, and it makes Tooru’s nerves alight with anticipation. He’s always enjoyed this, the music, the dancing - but right now, all of that is forgotten. He stops, standing still in front of the bar, the drink the bartender brought him sitting untouched in the palm of his hand.

Amongst the dozens of people in the room, the heavy atmosphere, the loud music and all those vying for his attention, Hajime draws his attention like a moth to a flame.

Tooru inhales, once, sharply; he feels his pulse thrum beneath his skin, speeding up as his eyes sweep across Hajime’s form, taking in every detail with desperation.

Hajime looks just the same as he remembers him; he still has that same spiky dark brown hair, defying gravity as it points in each and every direction, that he’s sure is just as soft as the last time he touched it, slipping through his fingers with ease. His green eyes look warm, and kind, as he laughs, talking to the person next to him, a comfortable look on his face. His build is wide, and strong, and Tooru wants nothing more than to melt back into him, back into everything that they once had.

He thinks someone is talking to him, trying to get his attention, but Tooru is lost in his own thoughts.

It’s been five years since they last spoke, and nearly six since they last saw each other. There was a time when Tooru could have never imagined their lives apart - but Hajime moving overseas and ending things had changed everything. To grow, he had said. To learn, and to become adults, on their own.

When they were young, they were closer than close.

God, Tooru loved him.

Past tense?

Him leaving had hurt worse than anything Tooru had ever experienced, but, seeing him now… it sparks something unexpected in him. Something new, and exciting; Tooru finds his grip faltering on his glass as he picks it up, downing the contents in one quick go. He feels nervous, in a way he’s completely not used to. He’s usually confident, and comfortable; he doesn’t get nervous.

Hajime’s eyes scan the room, and as soon as he finds Tooru’s, he halts. His expression shifts; surprise, and then something else…

Tooru bites his lip as Hajime’s gaze travels up and down his figure, getting a good look at him. He’s used to people looking at him every day, but under Hajime’s eye, he feels shy, having to force back a blush.

Hajime stares for a few more long moments before starting to close the gap between them. Tooru sucks in a breath as two people try and speak with him, but he waves them off; so many watching him, wanting him, and he still makes his way to Tooru.

He’s a few feet away when a new, cold cup is pressed into Tooru’s hand. He looks over, and Tetsurou smirks at him from the other side of the bar. He looks from Tooru to Hajime before nodding at the cup, “Drink up. I think you need it.”

With a nod, Tooru downs the drink; he can hardly taste it, the dull sensation burning his tongue, and loosening up his muscles. He slides back the cup, turning as the all-too-familiar figure slides in next to him, leaning against the bar like that spot was made just for him.

Tooru swallows, mustering up all the courage he has, and looks up.

Hajime’s green eyes draw him in and he feels like they’re seventeen again, trying to figure out how to love, making mistakes but always coming back to each other.

Hajime smiles, and Tetsurou slides them both another drink, stepping back and away with a smirk.

Hajime speaks, and Tooru feels it all starting up again, like being with Hajime is second nature. “Tooru,” he says, and smiles, “It’s good to see you.”

Tooru nods, and his smile back says everything they’re not yet ready to say with words.

I missed you.