#*snif*

Quick sketch of my tabaxi fighter while I waited for my phone to recharge.

They're currently undercover pretending to be guards for a caravan, as they got word the bad guys they've been following have infiltrated said caravan, and we're trying to figure out who, how many and where they're going without rising suspicion.

"I like boys that can pick me up"

"I like sensitive boys"

Andrew Garfield is brilliant.

The music is brilliant. I'm gonna sing "Louder than words" for the next month or so.

Yulia Pisetskaya’s son had only a plastic bag, a passport and a phone number on his hand

The mother of an 11-year-old boy from Ukraine who travelled for nearly 700 miles to Slovakia with just a plastic bag, a passport and a telephone number written on his hand has spoken of her relief at her son’s safe escape from Russian bombs.

Yulia Pisetskaya said she had put her son on a train to Slovakia from Zaporizhzhia, close to the nuclear plant that came under attack from Russian forces last week, out of desperation.

She had been unable to leave with him from south-east Ukraine because she was unwell and needed to look after her disabled mother.

Slovakian border guards looked after the boy, who has not been named, on his arrival, according to the police, who have described him as a “hero”. He had the phone number of relatives in the Slovakian capital, Bratislava, written on his hand. The authorities were able to track them down and they have since taken him into their care.

“I am very grateful that they saved the life of my child,” Pisetskaya said in a video message posted on Facebook on Sunday. “In your small country, there are people with big hearts.”

I feel ya wifey, I feel ya

(Any resemblance to reality is a coincidence (or not))

- SEWIS BABY YEAH

- They go home after a race

- Everything is chill, it’s good and all

- They have dinner and it’s nice

- After dinner Lewis goes to take a shower, spends three hours there like the handsome god he is okay

- When he comes out the house is awfully silent

- No Seb in the bedroom, in the living room, in the kitchen...

- Oh, Seb is outside in the garden, sitting still on the grass in the dark

- Lewis is like the fuck babe it’s cold watcha doin then stops bc seb doesn’t look okay

- And it’s weird bc seb is always okay, whatever happens he smiles and is fine and calmly takes care of his problems like the very collected man he is

- But he looks... sad and empty

- (Let’s not discuss why bc i don’t want people to hate me buuuuut eheheh)

- Lewis is like you wanna go back inside ? No, go sit on the bench ? Neither okay, you want a hug ? Nope ah

- And seb just stays there and tears are rolling out on his face after a few minutes and Lewis doesn’t know what to do

- So he leaves and goes back inside

- (Missing the desperate glance seb gives him)

- And comes back a few minutes later with two hot cups of seb’s fave tea, sits down next to him, puts the tea in front of them, and stays there silently

- Nothing happens for a few minutes until seb just bursts in tears and throws himself to Lewis who just holds him tight and whispers calmly to him

- And they stay like that for a good hour

- Then the tears just stop, seb calls down

- The second he starts apologizing Lewis cuts him with a kiss bc he’s having none of that right now eh

- Seb seems slightly better but exhausted

- He tried to drink some tea and Lewis is like ‘er that might be cold now’ ‘i don’t care, you made it for me’

- So they drink cold tea under the stars and Lewis keeps his arm around seb the whole time until seb almost falls asleep

- And Lewis gently takes him to bed