i just want all

andreil going on roadtrips is literally??? just the?? warmest thing ever????? they werent able to do it before, for spring break, because of all the bad stuff that happened…but just imagine like sometime in the summer. for 2 weeks or so they get to be together, alone, free of worry leaving it all behind ((including kevin much to his distaste bc he didnt want to have the court so far from him but hes able to stick with his dad so its ok. also andrew pulled out the knives))

  • having just the road beyond them!!! they travel for hours with no real destination in mind, only the feeling of being able to be with each other like this 
  • with their fingers loosely laced together in the middle of the console and the windows down with the wind blowing through their hair. sometimes neil will stick his head out to really breathe in and feel his blood rushing because freedom is right here in front of him in the palms of his hands and it feels so good
  • andrew glances at him before turning back to the road again and his heart is clenching and burning with this entirely new feeling because neil still feels like a fucking pipe dream even though he is right there with him. and he always will be.
  • after a while they’d stop at a rest area, or maybe just the shoulder of an empty road. andrew would step out and go to neil’s side and lean against the hood of the car while lighting 2 cigs
  • they both breathe in the smoke while they lean back to stare at the starry sky which is extremely clear without light pollution, except its only neil doing so, because andrew is staring at him from the corner of his eye instead
  • the awe on neil’s face makes the realization hit him that he’d burn down the world if that meant nothing would ever be able to take this away from him again ((am i speaking about neil’s happiness, or neil with andrew? ;)))
  • this muddles his thoughts and almost melts his fucking brain, so much that he has to ask “yes or no?” and pulling neil in by the collar of his shirt when he whispers out a “yes. always yes.” and biting his bottom lip for the last of it in retaliation which makes neil smile against his mouth
  • they spend nights in shitty motels with junk food and candy surrounding them on their bed, courtesy of andrew
  • theyre wrapped in blankets like a cocoon and sharing kisses and nuzzles to necks and soft touches like hands running through hair, warm hands on the back of necks and sometimes barely-there fingertips grazing up and down arms when andrew is comfortable with it
  • neil will send a pic of them on the balcony with the sunrise behind them to the foxes’ groupchat and everyone dies from it. andrew is glaring at neil and flicks the ash of his cig towards him and neil just smiles
  • neil would want to go on runs in the morning, to stick to routine, to sometimes push away nightmares he had the night before, but in the end he will always come back to andrew because he knows he no longer has to be actually on the run. and andrew will be waiting for him
  • and he is, with takeout breakast and a 2nd cig in between his fingers for him, and the steadying presence with the feeling of home
  • they dont exactly have plans for their days, just whatever comes to mind and whats easy, either lazing about watching boring movies with andrew’s legs thrown across neil’s lap or andrew slowly taking neil apart bit by bit with hot hands and harsh kisses. it all works for them
  • ((once neil asked if he’d wanna go running with him sometime and maybe check out whats around and what to do and andrew just stares blankly at him like ‘are you kidding me’ and neil has the audacity to laugh))
  • and even after many years that pass they’ll still take these roadtrips, a lot of them on a whim just to get away from everything and to wrap up into each other and feel how they still fit together like 2 pieces of a puzzle even after all this time
  • until the end of forever

i know there’s nothing wrong with being almost 20 and never been kissed or on a date, i know that, but god it feels awful.

even an awkward kiss or date in high school would make me feel better. hell even just having someone tell me they like me in that way. because no matter how much i tell myself it isn’t true, at the end of the day when I haven’t had ANYONE even show romantic interest in me, all i can feel is ugly and unwanted.

Shout out to people who followed me for my YouTuber art and put up with my endless reblogs with nothing to do with the YouTube community.

Y'all are the real followers that matter to me.

Today’s edition of fics I won’t be writing is brought to you by Dan Stevens as the Beast in Beauty and the Beast because naturally, that makes me want a Beauty and the Beast/Downton Abbey AU (inspired in part by Matthew Crawley’s story on Downton Abbey).

The Beast would be a spoiled young man who is heir to a vast, old estate just before World War I. In addition to being spoiled, he’s boorish and has no respect for the servants or the townfolk.

But even the heir to the Duke of Gascony can avoid the call to arms when war erupts, not if he wishes to keep his family’s good name intact. So he goes to war, where he continues his spoiled, ill-tempered ways.

And maybe it’s karma, maybe it’s a curse, but a shell explodes in his trench and leaves him grievously wounded. Not only is his face hideously scarred, but his back is broken, and the doctor tells him that not only will he never walk again, but he’ll never sire children.

Understandably, when the Beast returns to his home, he is not the same monster he was before; if anything, he’s worse. Less purposefully cruel, maybe, but a withdrawn shell of himself. And when his father tells him on his deathbed that his dying wish is for his son to somehow find someone to make him happy, the Beast goes into a deep depression, knowing that he has nothing now to offer nor any way to secure a proper arrangement. He fires most of the staff and isolates the few who remain from the nearby village.

When Belle arrives in the village, she is an odd girl, but not because she likes to read (though she does) or because she invents the precursor to a washing machine, but because she is nobility as well – a second daughter of a minor baron, to be sure, but nobility nonetheless, and one who has rejected the trappings of nobility, who skips her season and presentation at court and has zero intention of being pulled back into the world of the nobility, rejecting every suitor who pursues her.

But when the Duke of Gascony issues a formal invitation for her to join him for tea, not even she can refuse.

So she goes, only to find that it was not the duke who invited her, but his valet, and the duke is less than pleased to see her. He’s rude and curt and Belle is unafraid to tell him so. So the Beast orders her out. Not just out of his home, but out of the village. And Belle, who unflinchingly meets his gaze despite his now scarred face, tells him, “No.”

And the Beast is furious, and punishes her the only way he can: he invites her to stay at his estate during her time in the village, which leaves Belle held captive by propriety, as refusing the duke’s offer would be a grave offense, one not even she is willing to commit, if only for the sake of her family.

Thus she stays, and thus the story goes: Beast falls in love with Beauty, and Beauty with Beast, and there are servant shenanigans both downstairs and up, set against the changing landscape of the 1920s, and the Beast tries to send her away when he realizes his feelings, because she deserves to be with someone whole and healthy and everything she deserves.

But again, she refuses.

There’s no curse to break here, no enchantress to set him free from his injuries. But Belle’s love is still transformative, for while his scarred face will always remain, and while children may never be in their future, the Beast, with Belle’s love, is truly a beast no more. He becomes a philanthropist, donating much of his family’s money. He also opens the estate and allows the servants more time to spend in the village and they throw a ball for the whole county and Belle wears a yellow flapper dress because yasss.

And most importantly, they live happily ever after.

Until he dies in a car crash just when they’re finally happy #stillbitter

idk the idea of Downton Abbey Beauty and the Beast just makes me happy.

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Different Doesn't Always Mean Bad

Bear with me for a bit, cause this is about to get pretty weird.

So there’s this imp that’s been outside my bedroom window for a few days (my house is only one story). It’s just sitting there, crouched down, eating garbage. Not even joking. It’s straight up eating garbage out of my trash can. I haven’t bothered chasing it away, cause it’s not doing anything bad. It’s just eating garbage.

Tonight I was taking some scraps outside from sewing, and I learned a few things about this imp:

1. They are non-binary
2. They like pretty fabric
3. They also like me

So I have now (apparently) acquired an imp for a pet. I have only one question:

Why does shit like this keep happening to me???

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Seflie Tag (Bias Edition) 🙈


I honestly always forget to do these when people tag me so this is for everyone who tagged me. 💖  I was creative this time so I made it look like Hobi was Snapchatting me (omg if he only did though 😪 ) I want to see all of my mutuals beautiful faces so please don’t be shy!!! 


 I Tag: @hobisnatchme @smhsehun @axsh-chica @hobiini @hazelnuthobi @j-hobies-angel  @hobieu  @asupercoolperson @hopenight218 @thejinblossoms @hoseokhotness @syub-baby @jhopes-butt @whitecrow96 @hugsforhobi  @mariisacutie  @moo-boo-mins @hobihype @hoseokillmehealme @hobiplz @minyoongiismyinspiration @hobistummy @loveshob @j-dopee @floral-hobi @gothic-hobi @jhope-shi @hobibliophile @glowinghobii @hobie-yah @hobilouu  @heartseok @hobiconfetti  @loveshob @artsyhobi @kingsobi+ anyone else who wants to do it!!!! 💕

I cried over hockey today

No…I didn’t cry because my team lost to their biggest rivals. In fact, I cried before the game was even over. And I would have still cried if they were winning.

The Stars aren’t going to make the playoffs, which means their season will be over in just a little over two weeks. For me, that really sucks.

The Stars are kinda my happy place. Not only are they a distraction when I’m having a bad or stressful day, but they’ve really helped me to come out of my comfort zone in meeting all of you. Trust me…if you knew me in real life you’d know how super shy and anxious I am. Having the Stars as common ground has helped me to meet people who I would have never initiated conversation with because I would have been too scared. I was a Stars fan before I met you all, but loving them and wanting to talk about them with other people who love them is what encouraged me to join hockey Tumblr two months ago in the first place.

This team has done so much for me outside of just playing hockey games. They don’t know it, and it sounds mushy, but it’s true. And it’s sad to see them go for the rest of the season. It’s having to say goodbye to a happy place for a few months…and I’m not really ashamed to say…yeah…I’m upset about it.

To some people, sports and their favorite team is a fun pastime, but I think I speak for a lot of us when I say to some of us, it’s something bigger.

Originally posted by so-hockey-eh

Ballroom Lights

Leopold Fitz sees the most beautiful, mysteriously familiar woman from across the room…


The tips of her heels tapped onto the marble flooring, her eyes gazing at her beautiful surroundings. The lights dazzled around her, the ballroom roaring with people as music consumed the sound waves. The smell of perfume and alcohol combined with the sound of laughter and blaring speakers would overwhelm anyone’s senses. With the feeling of wild energy and great enthusiasm that no one could mistake, it didn’t matter – catching sight of her made him find himself motionless in his steps. She smiled some, showing her teeth through her grin. He felt his heart stop at the sight of her beaming face from across the room. She gave a look to her friend, and then looked back out through the crowd of people. Then, suddenly, their eyes met.

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Killian in the here and now

While I cannot say I love the “what from his past is going to bite Killian on the ass this episode?” thing the writers have going on, I do love watching him reconcile who he is becoming in this time and this world with the parts of him from another time and another world (and I’m not talking about the vengeful parts necessarily). 

I find that struggle of just the day-to-day changes and adjustments he has to make to fit a completely different lifestyle far more compelling than who he may have killed 50 years ago. The complexity I would love to see is that even though he generally adapts very well, there will be times he struggles, times he stumbles. Show how moving into a home, on land, makes him feel boxed in sometimes. Let us see him figuring out how to be a contributing member of this new society he belongs to outside of Emma. 

I don’t know. The closer we get to the end of the road for this series, the less I want to see flashbacks and the more I want to see of him working for his whole future—not just his and Emma’s together. He is an individual after all. Give me something new! 

I was going to type out a long thing to keep you guys up to date but, eh, no point in clogging up your dash. Here’s a short version:

> I’m going to continue to be off and on with tumblr. I’m just exhausted all the time and most of my mental energy is going into uni. 

> I’m aiming to keep up with posting most days, if only because it makes me feel like I have somewhat of a creative outlet for my brain right now (I can never actually write when I’m in stressed uni mode, as evidenced by the fact I’ve been trying to write Coff’s chapter for months now).

> I may have to complain about my supervisor again. He seems to “forget” to look at my dissertation. BUT I will be finishing my first draft before the weekend is over, so there’s that. 

> Apart from uni I’ve had a great time with various birthday things. Once again thanks to all who wished me a good day! I went to a cat cafe yesterday, and a russell howard gig the day before. It was AWESOME.

> I know that the world seems dire once again, with the attacks and Trump and such, but it’s important to find light in the darkness. Laugh, love, take hold of those moments where you are alive, and take care of yourselves.