#such much

I’ve been following you for so long and you are such a genuine great soul and you deserve every great thing coming your way man <333

(Here’s a cat for more luck tdy!)

HIII THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! all of these lil asks are making me emotional right now 😖😖

giving u love and wishin u a speedy recovery post surgery <3

SMOOCHES I LOVE YOU !!! i am Literally on the train ! Literally Discharged (and so medicated rn)

ty @calamitoustide and @courfee for the tags <33

this is a lil snippet from an andreil fic i'm working on that i am So Excited to start posting :D

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Here’s the thing: Neil is running again. That much is clear and that much is true - Neil is running away from it all.

He’d become too complacent, too comfortable. Too used to having everyone around him all this time that he forgot to truly sit and think about the consequences of having these kinds of attachments.

Forgot might be the wrong word - he never forgot.

He was never quite able to silence his mother’s voice in his head, when he caught himself smiling up at Dan after a win. He couldn’t quite stop hearing her warnings, when he sat in the house in Columbia, nursing the back of a drunk Kevin and listening to Nicky’s laughter from the other room. She was there when he spoke to Abby, there when he sat and talked plays through with the team, there in Eden when the bouncers nodded at him and let him through, when Roland slid a coke across the bar, when people passed their table with nods and small waves. She’s been there. This entire time.

She was there, most of all, in every ‘yes’.

In every silent cigarette and every drop of the rain upon the roof beneath his feet. She was there in every hurried gasp and muffled groan, in every pant and sigh, in every quiet rustling of blankets.

In every curve of lips and every eye roll, every breath of laughter and every tentative hand in another. She was there in every fleck of green on gold, hiding underneath every furrow of a brow that Neil took apart, melting into every pore and every crease.

"I shouldn’t be doing this."

"This is wrong. Dangerous."

"Don’t get attached."

Oh, how he had found himself attached.

Violently, and overwhelmingly attached. The kind of attachment that took him by surprise, no indications making sense to him, no warnings or signals that could have prepared him for the strength of it. He had no alarm bells, no time to assess the risks and check his blind spots. He was all-consumed.

And then the texts started.

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i am going to scream and cry and throw up 😖😖😖

it feels so real like,,, this is THE YEAR !!! this is the top surgery year !!!! it's Happening and it wouldn't be happening without everyone who donated and i just posted silly headcanons one random day and now here we are and if i. if i think too much about it i will Sob.

a reading list for the remaining months of 2015. will be edited and added to.

child 44 - tom rob smith  *finished

the secret speech - tom rob smith *finished

the thief - megan whalen turner *finished

wuthering heights - emily bronte

we are pirates - daniel handler

mad scientist’s daughter - cassandra rose clarke

undermajordomo - patrick dewitt *not yet released

beastly bones - william ritter  *not yet released

welcome to night vale - joseph fink/jeffery cranor  *not yet released

raising steam - terry pratchett

wise young fool - sean beaudoin

little wolves - thomas maltman

white horse - alex adams