#wehsninski

“Some people see a magic trick and say, ‘Impossible!’ They clap their hands, turn over their money, and forget about it ten minutes later. Other people ask how it worked. They go home, get into bed, toss and turn, wondering how it was done. It takes them a good night’s sleep to forget all about it. And then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. I’m that kind.”

Wymack x Abby x Bee Moodboard 

send me one word + a ship!

andrew pours honey on his toast. 

it’s not the weirdest thing neil has ever seen andrew do with his food – that goes to eating the cream out of oreos before eating the cookies – but it’s certainly the most intriguing. he wonders if andrew’s lips will taste like the clover honey if he kisses him, if the honey lingers after he licks his lips free of them. 

he also wonders, aloud this time, what exactly honey on toast tastes like. andrew raises a brow at him mid-honey pour and neil guesses that he adds a little more of the golden sweetener out of spite. “would you like to try some?” andrew sounds tired of him, but the dimple in his left cheek is showing as he fights a smile and neil knows that andrew is nothing but fond of him. 

“can i?”

andrew pretends to consider the question but holds out the piece of toast to neil so that the honey dripped over the sides and over his fingers. andrew just might be teasing him, but neil is too focused on the odd food in front of him to care very much. he takes a curious bite of the toast, head tilting curiously to the side as he considers the flavor before grinning. 

“tastes like your kisses.” 

FUFFKGKG I’M CRYING THIS IS PERFECT I CAN’T ADD ANYTHING

wow my 3 fave things! ok coming right up. this is all from the same wip where andrew and neil didn’t meet until they were in the pros

blood: “Andrew is sitting at the bar in the very far corner, surrounded by people but looking very much alone. His costume consists simply of an old-fashioned goalie mask, covered in fake blood, fastened to the top of his head.” (lmao. context is probably needed here but)

pillow: “Somehow, someway, through quick pecks and violent nips of teeth against lips, they end up on the bed. The pillow feels like concrete when Neil’s head hits it, or maybe that shock of impact is from having Andrew’s entire body weight over top of him.”

sounds fake,, i know her personally and shes lame as hell 

fjhfhjf oh my god the foxes need an actual translator for drunk neil like usually the problem for drunk people is that they’re incoherent but neil josten has to do the absolute most and be incoherent in 7 different languages