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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

yall my heart is rly gonna break, monsta x always work so hard and improve each comeback because not only do they want to better themselves and their music, they also feel like they can’t disappoint fans (which is impossible really, they’ve never disappointed us) and to hear that all they want now is a nomination instead of a win is so terribly sad because it’s really on us as fans to give them those things and it’s definitely not too much to ask of us considering all of the hard work they’ve put into their careers and the love and trust they’ve given us. really, all i can think of is that one vlive during rush promotions where they were telling us it’s their fault they didn’t get a win and how sorry they were and how they’ll work even harder and it makes me want to cry now just thinking about it because it’s never their fault. it also just makes me worry because how hard do they have to be on themselves to feel like not getting a fan-voted award is their fault??

i know they have plenty more years to come but they deserve this long-awaited win NOW!!! this comeback is evidence of the amount of effort and care they’ve all put into the album as a whole and i really think it’s the best comeback they’ve had so far. can we just applaud the fact that their first full album is absolutely amazing?? they’ve never released one bad song but this album really hits it out of the park! ‘beautiful’ is an amazing song and has stunning choreo, it deserves all the hype it gets. plus, i feel like this first win will give them the recognition and validation they deserve. they put so much pressure on themselves, this win could ease some of their worries about how they’re doing as a group and show how much we care.

can you just imagine they finally get their first win??? on a song from their first album??? JUST BEFORE THEY HIT THEIR 2-YEAR MARK???? i know we have a few odds stacked against us so please, monbebes, i hope we can pull it off this time and give them a win. fans of other groups, i hope you can give our boys a chance to at least check out their music and see why we love them so much, or just help us out with streaming and voting because we are a kinda small fandom and only have about 4 weeks before they stop promoting ‘beautiful’. please, let’s do this for them.

Setting that intimate night in Karachi aside, and leaving any sentiment unaddressed, Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler (as they were formerly known) began their collaboration during The Fall.

Their encounter with the first strand of Moriarty’s network, however, did not go quite as smoothly as planned. Shortly after they arrived in Montenegro as Mr and Mrs Wolfe, a gunfire-loaded incident had them both injured.

It also cost the late consulting detective his memory – he awoke in confusion, without the faintest knowledge of who he was.

Fortunately for him, his location was incredibly easy to deduce, as was his relationship with the only other occupant of the house.

No need to inform her of the slightly inconvenient detail just yet. He was confident everything could continue on as usual, without his wife suspecting a thing about his (hopefully temporary) condition. It was their honeymoon after all.


One of the first things he learnt about himself was that he hated being bored, hated being immobilised in bed by a leg wound.

He almost wished it was more of a challenge, who this woman was to him. But no, it was so painfully obvious even without their shiny wedding rings (only 3-4 weeks old, he estimated) immediately giving everything away, further corroborated by the state of this place (clearly not in their home country; they moved into the house a mere couple of weeks ago and were not planning to stay for much longer) indicating that they were on a holiday trip abroad.

He could’ve arrived at the same conclusion with significantly less information. From how she’d looked at him the moment he opened his eyes, for example. (It was as if he were the first rays of sunshine, heralding arrival of the precious British summer, after 11 long months of grey skies and rain.) She had since withdrawn any initial concern from her expression, maintaining a cool and collected demeanour instead. A smirk or witty remark here and there, not a single word of caring, though what was unspoken in the way she tended to his wounds was more unequivocal than any words would’ve had power to convey.

It was just as well that they weren’t a very outwardly affectionate couple. Eased his reacclimatisation to the relationship. He didn’t particularly feel an affinity for the saccharine, and if he was honest, he was even rather surprised that they were apparently the marrying type.

Whomever it was that he used to be, however, he did approve of this man’s choice of spouse. He..liked her, from what little he observed about her since he’d regained awareness of his surroundings (approx. an hour ago). The nature of their relationship might have been the simplest of deductions, but the woman herself was most decidedly not. She was highly complex and incredibly fascinating. Intelligent, competent, self-assured, gorgeous.. (Wait, where did that last one come from? That wasn’t a deduction! Beauty was just a social construct.) Although he was certain that the intense (and very distracting) attraction he was experiencing had a more profound basis.

He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was about her that conferred this singular sense of connection, familiarity layered with mystery. Merely that it was there as a result of something, something he frustratingly had no tangible recollection of – his current data was far from sufficient in providing him with any glimpse into their history.

She was standing to leave his bedside, and he instinctively reached out and caught her wrist. To gesture to her that she, too, needed to rest – it was likely already late in the evening when he awoke. He had to have been unconscious for days, judging from her lack of sleep (obvious, despite her efforts to conceal her mental and physical exhaustion).

Her reaction was one he hadn’t expected. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched, as he was pulling her onto the bed. Shocked? But they were husband and wife, presumably sharing the same bed, it was only logical that she–

Oh. Oh. It hadn’t occurred to him that the specific physical contact he initiated could be interpreted as prelude to intimacy and..intercourse. A sudden adrenaline spike sent his own heart pounding frantically as he felt the mattress dip beside him when she did begin to lie down, her proximity increasingly alarming, and he turned on his side to face away from her, to escape her deep blue gaze (it wasn’t to hide his blush, and it wasn’t panic, he shouldn’t panic, that would be absurd).

“Sherlock, what–” And he stumbled over his interrupting response, “Not that. Not today. I don’t think I’m feeling up to it.”

The silence that stretched between them, taut as a violin string, told him that she was studying his demeanour, undoubtedly finding it unusual (right, so sex wasn’t something he’d normally deny her of; still, he was in recovery from what must’ve been a traumatic event, a reasonable excuse). Whatever comment she was most likely biting back (he couldn’t risk turning around to confirm this hypothesis), she didn’t say it.

Instead, he sensed her movement as she finally reached for the light switch after a long moment, and within an instant darkness was upon them. For which he was extremely thankful, because he then felt soft lips pressed to his cheek, immediately causing it to heat up.

“Good night, Mr Holmes.” Her warm body was inches away, her breathing a pleasant sound in the quiet of the night.

He tried to ignore the involuntary neuronal activity protesting for a change of mind regarding his earlier decision, his statement to her that he wasn’t keen to perform (you liarrrr), and forced his thoughts to focus on the newly acquired knowledge of his full name.

Sherlock Holmes awoke in the late-morning light, with an arm comfortably wrapped around his wife. Time to piece together the remainder of this puzzle that was his life. He hoped it wasn’t a dull one.

6

ive drawn myself 6 times from july 2016-march 2017 and its pretty funny how wildly all of them differ hahah

hey quick qu

hey quick question do any of yall here actually like use the random page bc if like no one does i might, idk, be more willing to post extra random stuff

cuz like i dont like clogging peoples dashes, but i realize that realistically i wouldnt really be making an impact

and i guess i could do like personal type ask meme type stuff but idk that feels sorta weird when i have like, 100000000000000 (base 2) followers but also like not interacting with anyone is sorta weird too

anyway im gay what do yall think?

Subunit Songs AUs

Brain stahp stop coming up with new AUs from looping the new subunit songs _:(´ཀ`」∠):_  I haven’t even finished the JobSetAU doodles/headcanons yet

If you like these, you are free to take these headcanons and write/draw lolol

  • CYR’s P.S. no Mukougawa (On the Other Side of a Postscript)
    A couple broke up some time ago on good terms - there wasn’t really any reason for breakup, both just felt that this relationship won’t last and they better end it while they still thought fondly of each other. GirlB moves away soon after. GirlA, however, begins to feel like something’s missing in her life. Her mind wanders to her ex whenever she least expects it, such as when she is just sipping tea in a cafe, or even just doing crossword puzzles. She regrets ending the relationship so early, but she remains positive and believes that they would meet some time again and when they do, she will try to work on their spark again.

    GirlB also feels the same, and she’s obtained GirlA’s contact information through a friend. She’s too shy to take a direct approach, so she decides to write GirlB a friendly-casual postcard with a postscript:
    P.S. I miss you
    A fluffy, diabetes-inducing shoujo story? XD


  • AZA’s Lonely Tuning
    A freelance composer is at a pinch at creating a melody she is satisfied with. She sits in a cafe, jotting down notes with her headphones on, trying to refine this new tune she just can’t seem to perfect. She always sees this girl waiting for her bus outside the cafe; the girl looks stressed, perhaps even a bit melancholic, most of the time. The composer is intrigued at first, merely curious about the girl and what could be causing her to wear such expression. The more the composer wonders, the more attracted she becomes to the girl. Whenever the composer is at home, she’d look out of the window or even go on the balcony and gaze at the night sky, wondering how the girl is doing and if anything is able to cheer her up. Repeatedly and tirelessly, she edits the tune hoping to give it to the girl one day, see if the music would bring a smile to her face.

    Little does the composer know, the girl has noticed her too…
    A simple, light-hearted romance story that could have drama in between


  • GK’s Guilty Eyes Fever
    After a one-night-stand, GirlA regrets it and wants to pretend that the night of passion ever happened, though a small voice in the back of her mind seeks more. The night of passion empowers her with confidence, something she lacks in everyday life. GirlB is unable to forget GirlA, wanting to get to know her more. Luck is on GirlB’s side as the two keeps running into each other, whether at cafes, on transit, in grocery stores and so on. GirlB doesn’t push it - she chats with GirlA to understand more about her and only flirts from time to time. If they somehow meet at night, GirlB lets GirlA lead the conversations, or if they get touchy, GirlB would entice GirlA but allows GirlA to take control. She wants GirlA to truly fall for her out of her own volition - to be the first to admit she needs her, even though GirlB herself is the one falling deeper in to this web of love.

    GirlA realizes her growing desire to be with GirlB but still struggles to fight against temptation in spite of losing to it every time.
    Most likely a smutty/limey drama? angsty? story
A Link Between Worlds Alternate Ending

Hilda: i must take your triforce of courage! *summons yuga*
Link: OR! I could give it to you so you’ll have the whole thing, and we can just wish for both our worlds to have their own triforce again
Hilda:
Link:
Yuga:
Zelda’s Portrait on the wall:
Hilda: shit u right

hey! so i know most artists have an inspiration blog of some sort but often times don’t link it or forget to. I would love to follow more of those so if you have one reblog and add a link! 

you can find mine HERE! Just a collection of art, photos, and a bunch of other stuff that inspires me and fuels my creativity!