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Day 5: Kissing. (continued from day 4)

Don’t worry, Kylo. Kissing in the rain is considered romantic by some. 


Part of my Kylux 30 Day OTP Challenge.

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Surprise sneak attack page! I’m leaving the country on holiday tomorrow and won’t be able to produce any art for ya’ll for a while, so I really wanted to get this out to you guys as soon as possible! 

((As usual: Please click the images open for a non-grainy view! I’ve yet to understand how to tumblr.)) 

Hi 5.
  • I slept like a damn rock last night. So much so that I slept all the way until my alarm went off. This is a rarity because I usually toss and turn for the last hour before waking up.
  • It is starting to cool down. I approve of this. I want Fall weather. Cool breezes, and not having my chonies stick to my nalgas. 
  • Speaking of Fall/Autumn, my choice of music always seems to change during the seasonal change. I listen to music that feels like “Fall” music to me. That makes no sense to anyone, but me I’m sure.
  • I actually thing the Canelo vs GGG fight has the potential to be good. I am legitimately interested in seeing it this weekend, and seeing it this weekend I will!
  • In a time when a lot of things are shit, thankfully I have wonderful tasty beers to enjoy. Also Javier Bardem + Jennifer Lawrence (I know I know, you hate her) this weekend.

Happy weekend you lovely people.

anonymous asked:

Was wondering if you'd do a prompt? Sherlolly, of course: Sherlock hears the doorbell to 221B ring. and answers it himself when he remembers John is away on holiday. He finds a sobbing and frail girl slumped over on his step, and brings her in from the rain, only to discover that it's his own Molly Hooper.

((I received this several months ago, and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it, but I’ve been busy and without muse for the prompt. I’m afraid it’s still a bit of a mess, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.))

Sherlock opened his eyes, pulled quite forcefully from his mind palace by a repetitive knocking on his door. It was three short, quick knocks. Not a client then, not that he thought any client would possibly come here at…  11:30 in the evening, according to the clock on the wall. Nor, he mused, would a client show up in the middle of a downpour.

Slightly curious and more than a little bored since John away and he was alone, he stood, and walked to the door, opening it. He cast a glance around, frowning until the sniffling drew his eyes downward.

His frown only increased when he saw the soaking wet woman sitting down on the ground, head against the wall as she shivered against the cold. Her dark hair was matted to her cheeks and to her clothes, making her a right mess.

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