watch me procrastinate more

I’m sorry but jake peralta’s comment in season 3 episode 10 ‘wow you were really worried about me?’ said to his gf Amy Santiago when he almost gets shot still breaks my heart into tiny pieces


*posts same selfie with different filters so it doesn’t take up the whole dash*

When one of my friends saw my hair was pink they called it ’markiplier hair’ and when I had my glasses on today I could kinda see what they meant  (╯;°□°)╯︵

Day 64: Pipe

Currently Procrastinating

Characters: Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard from Nora Sakavic’s “All for the Game” (“The Foxhole Court”) trilogy. Because I thought to myself, “Hey, it would be fun to use these characters today, but how am I going to fit in ‘pipe?’ … Oh my god, that’s literally in a quote from the books!”


Neil wanted to sleep. Not quite in the I’m-going-to-collapse-onto-the-closest-flat-surface kind of way, but it was getting there. It was starting to feel unbelievable that this had only been a single day, everything blurring together into an impossibly long stretch of awake. He’d been up early for practice, and up late for a game – they’d won, but that was a triumph he didn’t have the energy to celebrate right now – and the distance from the stadium to his apartment only seemed to be getting larger.

Neil thought back to the locker room after the game, to the offers of “Hey, Josten, are you coming out with us?” He’d wondered, at the time, how his teammates could possibly have anything left in them. Now, the walk leaving him room to think, he was starting to consider that his teammates’ energy might be owed to the fact that they hadn’t driven for hours in the middle of the night just to get back here for a few hours of sleep before morning practices. He was going to have to remember to leave earlier next time.

Finally, at long last, Neil reached his apartment. The short distance from the stadium had been a major selling point, but he was beginning to question his math on that. He was also beginning to seriously consider foregoing the bed tonight in favor of the much-closer couch. That is, until he opened his door and found a very familiar person smoking on it.

“You’re not supposed to smoke in here,” Neil told Andrew for what had to be the hundredth time. Andrew quirked an eyebrow, a silent repetition of his first retort: You should have picked a different apartment, then. It was so typically Andrew that Neil was beginning to question the fact of his presence – Andrew had once called Neil a pipe dream, but it was Andrew who seemed like the dream now. Neil wasn’t sure he wanted to wake up.

Neil sighed and put his bag down on the kitchen table. He noticed the smoke detector lying dismantled on the counter and quirked a smile at the thought of Andrew climbing onto a chair to take it down; Neil usually did this for him, when he knew he was coming. He couldn’t quite keep the smirk off his face as he turned back to Andrew. “Miss me already?” he teased. “You just saw me last night.”

Andrew threw him an ugly look. “Oh, Neil,” he scoffed, “if I never saw you again, it would be too soon.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Neil replied. “What are you doing here?”

Andrew took a folder off the floor beside him and threw it across the room. Neil had to scramble to keep the papers from scattering all over the floor, and he shot Andrew a dirty look. Andrew was not impressed. Neil opened the folder and began examining its contents. It took him several tries to understand the significance, partly because he was so tired, but also because he wasn’t sure he could believe it.

He looked up at Andrew, who looked just as bored as ever. “You have to be the slowest reader ever,” Andrew commented.

“Is this real?” Neil asked.

Andrew shrugged and Neil looked down at the papers again, still in a state of disbelief. This was an offer to join Andrew’s team, to be on the same schedule again, to not have to put so much effort into just seeing him. Andrew said, “Yes or no?”

“Yes,” Neil said without hesitation. He looked up again, a wild grin taking over his face. “You asked to come out here to bring these to me?” he asked.

Andrew’s eyes were cold, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he said, “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Neil smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, going over to Andrew and pulling him into a kiss. He didn’t feel like sleeping anymore.