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
(Zimbits, AU, 3.7K, click “read more” for the whole fic.)
“Thanks. You can put it on the counter in the kitchen.”
That had been Jack’s first mistake.
It wasn’t so much the words he said, but rather the fact that he’d said them in French.
However, to Jack’s credit, he had been in the middle of revising a chapter when he’d heard the knock on his door, and the fact that he hadn’t had any caffeine yet due to the broken coffee maker had thrown off his entire morning.
He had been expecting Georgia, the lady he rented the cabin from, to be standing on his door step. However, instead of the landlord, he got a blond guy with wide, brown eyes staring back at him.
There was a sort of gurgle of surprise and a nervous giggle from the other guy for a moment before he blurted, “Hi, I’m your new housekeeper!”
Jack raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything in his confusion. Francine, Georgia’s wife, usually stopped by once every couple of days to tidy up the place, but neither of the two ladies had mentioned anything about a new hire.
Jack must have been lost in thought for a moment too long because the other guy took this as a sign that Jack didn’t speak English. “Uh, you know, cleaning?” He mimed a sweeping action and then pointed at Jack. “Ummm, je… travaille pour Georgia?” he said in a truly horrendous accent.
Jack gave an impatient nod of his head.
“Je m’appelle Eric or you can call me Bitty. Actually, je m’appelle Bitty,” he said proudly with his hand out.
There was something about the other guy’s candidness that made Jack pause, or maybe he had been trapped in a cabin for too long, but he reached out and took the handshake.
In a way Mycroft has schooled [Sherlock] to say ‘don’t get involved’ and ‘caring is not an advantage’ and he has absolutely taken that in as a child but it doesn’t ‘take’, I think. The pull between Sherlock wanting to make it work and his actual humanity is where the heart of the series lies really.
people would answer that with: well it helps to have a well-rounded
cast of heroes that you’re good at so you can counter pick the
JUST PLAY JUNKRAT. JUST
PICK JUNKRAT IT ALWAYS
WORKS HE’S THE BEST CHARACTER IN
marcus, i have to play as my waifu i LOVE
my waifu i have to play
CAN BE YOUR WAIFU
has a sensitive side
it says he’s a defense hero but that is a BLATANT
has even said in a recent interview
is actually the best charater in the game. We only made him a
defender as a joke.”
offense heroes? Little do they know
is actually an A-tier duelist / skirmisher if put in the right hands.
This dude can basically 1v1 anyone. I’m not kidding, I
don’t make this shit up. I don’t tell jokes.
He can stuff Genji. He
can stuff old mcdonald.
And his favorite meal: is TRACER.
CAN BE BAD LIKE ME JUST SHOOT IN THE GENERAL
AREA OF THE ENEMY TEAM
AND YOU GET KILLS
happens on its own.
oops did i do that?
at first you don’t succeed, blow it up again)
is what you do.
look, lemme show you how it’s done. you go to character select and
peer into his eyes look deep into his soul and make a pact bind your
spirit with his and embrace the dark magic that fuel his agent of
did i do that??
MARCUS i like
maneuverability i like
well junkrat may be a
missing a leg but this
motherfucker can jump
like MJ. you put this
DIRTY BOI in a good
vantage point and that’s it. You basically won
the game on your own and
nobody even knew any better. call this dude motherfuckin
backyardigan because Junkrat
takes the road less travled.
CAN JUST USE YOUR HANDY
JUMPMINE TO KILL FOOLS AT
only five shots?
no no no no
just say i have six shots.
that he does KILLS PEOPLE.
dying kills people. YOU KILL PEOPLE BY DYING.
these kids basically kill themselves when
you pick Junkrat.
i cannot stress this enough. Abuse
that shit on the ground and send that little wanker crying
back to her mum.
marcus WHAT ABOUT THE PLAY
OF THE GAME? I WANNA GET
THE PLAY OF THE GAME. I LIKE BASTION
BECAUSE WHEN I PLAY HIM I GET THE PLAY
OF THE GAME.
okay i hear you. i get it! but lemme just show you something.
H E W H E E L]
of the game. Play of the game.
Play of the game playofthegame
just get the play of the game at the push of a button!Shit it EVEN RUNS UP WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLS
jus-jus hold on there nightman i’ll be there injustonesecond
i gotta heal up really quick i’lljustbe
just gonna be One Quick Second JUSTHANGONONESECIGRABTHIS
i’ll be in TIPTOP SHAPE
i’ll be right as rain I’LLBEABLETOHELP
OKAY LETS GO
Look guys I tell a lot of jokes.But i’m serious about
this. I just wanna
live in a world, where I can cue into an All Six Junkrat Clusterfuck
Game. i-i don’t even have B-roll of that. I couldn’t get my teams
to do this. So heed my advise. Give in to the chaos. Be a
junk person. You
won’t be sorry.
The last two days at work have been fucking BLISSFUL.
The Germans are still celebrating Easter so no meetings. My boss has been out for three days. I put together my master list of current projects so if I went into labor tomorrow there’d be a skeleton of info to work from. This was stressing me out for some reason so I feel better now! All I have to do is keep it updated in the next few months and post the relevant files before I leave (prob going to do this at like 32w just in case!)
After my one hour lunch break I’m still planning to leave before 5. I deserve it. I bought new nail polish I want to try.
the student that always crack dumb jokes and smiles to the teacher even though they're mean and ugly
that one in the corner thats quiet but is secretly a god with crazy skillz
the sassy dude everyone thinks it gay but is actually the worlds biggest kerr fanboy
the one that tries to take control when the teacher is out but fails relle badly
that dude people think is 2 cool 4 skool but totally trips and plants his face on his locker
the person that is very nice and hILaRioUs but has a dark side *stares at the girl's butt* *smirks*
that guy people think is dumb as fuck but is actually just high most of the time *rainbows*
the popular one that doesn't want to be popular
has a thousand screaming fangurls but is too good for em all *flips hair*
that dood that wants to be popular but isn't for some reason
the supEr uLTra exTREmeLY ExCEssivElY oveRly sEVereLy teRRibly higLYy exTraorDInarilYYY animal loving dude and probs brings dangerous snakes to school
the person that sits alone but is suddenly accompanied by another loner and suddenly has someone to eat with and chill with and netflix with and talk with and sit with and have sleepovers with and share his interests with but then that loner moves away and he ends up being alone again right until he meets the exceptionally skilled dork named jongIN