🦊 His tongue tastes like smoke, adrenaline, and home ❤️ 🚬

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I’m so pleased with how this came out 🥺❤️ it’s the first artwork I’ve made for myself in a long time! I hope you all like it!

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If you want to support me here’s my KOFI

It’s my BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! So enjoy these cute foxes as my gift to you! I always loved the Hobbits tradition of sharing gifts on their birthday. (I love hobbits) have an amazing day my friends! Thank you so so much for being here and for loving my art. It means the world to me!

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horror movie night with the foxes

Ha! So. I'm a dumbass and forgot to include Renee. Re-uploaded with her included. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oop my bad

He put his phone away again, turned backward in the seat, and pushed up onto his knees to look down at Andrew.

Andrew ignored him, but Neil didn't mind. He was content for now to look, arms folded over the back of his seat and chin propped on a forearm. He didn't know what he was looking for. Andrew looked as he always had, and Neil knew his face as well as he knew every iteration of his own. Despite that, something seemed different. Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, making Andrew's pale hair shine brighter and his hazel eyes seem almost gold. Whatever it was, it was disorienting. A wordless question buzzed under Neil's skin, leaving him restless and out-of-sorts.

"Hey," Neil said, because maybe if Andrew looked at him he'd figure it out.

It took a moment, but Andrew finally slid a calm gaze his way. Andrew only tolerated the staring another minute before saying, "Stop."

"I'm not doing anything."

Penelope Featherington at the Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens

“I’m not a hallucination,” Neil said, nonplussed.

"you are a pipe dream."

So, what do you recommend to encourage affection? Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.