Tag: bruh……

yukapants:

30 Days of Andreil / Inktober Day 3

Prompt: Patching each other up

When Neil’s arms were good, Andrew started on his face. He picked up one of the plastic ends he’d torn off, folded it over and over in on itself, and taped it over one of Neil’s cheeks like a shiny black bandage. Neil was pretty sure Andrew put more tape than plastic on Neil’s face, but Neil wasn’t going to complain.

butchesandfemmes:

 SO TODAY I was walking to college down a main road, it was really windy (as you might imagine with all the cars) and I was preocupied with keeping a grip on my beanie when I saw these two women walking a little way ahead of me on the other side of the road. One of these ladies was a bit taller than the other and they were holding hands (aww), the taller kinda butch lady had a flannel shirt on

(double aww)

and her partner/friend was wearing a cute cream and beige hijab. Now I swear to God this is relevant, wait for it.

A massive gust of wind suddenly comes tearing along the main road. I nearly lose my backpack, to give an idea of how bad it was. I look up and see the wind rip off this poor girls hijab and send it spiriling away down the street. (She had an undercap on so no major crisis but still, right.) 

Before. You. Can. Blink. Our taller flannel-wearing girlfriend of the year TEARS off her flannel like lesbian Clark f***** Kent, throws her shirt over her partners head, and BAM she sprints off LIKE A SHOT after the hijab. 

like 10/10, damn son, holy cheesits burrito, that is the very definition of chivalry and romance right there. 

rory:

okay so remember how andrew is like the first person to figure out neil wears contacts and as someone who wears contacts a lot of people never notice unless i tell them or they are really looking hard into your eyes

that means from day one andrew was looking into neil’s eyes all the time without neil even noticing he looking into them enough to see the small ring around his eyes that contacts leave while you wear them

jinlian:

can you imagine being phichit…. you live for six years with this nerd who clearly has the biggest fucking crush on living legend viktor nikiforov and keeps posters of his face plastered on every square inch of his bedroom wall that you share and you watch videos of said godlike skating adonis with him every day after practice, and then a year later your nerd roommate shows up at this figure skating championship with posterman as his coach after you’ve seen them kiss on live television right in front of you and they’re wearing gold fucking wedding rings on their fingers and your mind just has this whispered moment of “what hte fukc”