So, @cottoncandysatan wrote this JJurio fic where they bond over music and it melt my heart so I had to doodle a little something.

Ignore the fact that choosing this angle when I don’t handle it was a big mistake and ignore Yurio’s weird foot too or JJ’s weird face.

And go read the ficlet.

Also ignore the maple leaf it was just because I wanted to draw myself a ref for JJ’s tattoos 

I’m Codi! And for a disclaimer: my face is not that angel soft looking in the real world. Camera decided to give me the “beauty” filter so I’m offended yet I know it was needed so thanks phone.

I give high fives on the regular so hit me up if you want one. I appreciate dogs oh so very much. Got a dog or 20? Pet them and tell them that I love them.

You stay classy San Francisco… or wherever you are.

my blog is cool or so i’ve been told by my tattoo artist. give it a follow maybe?


Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.