#basicaly

[stupidstupidratcreatures]

i have got to get meaner and nicer

[jjcocker]

i feel like I have awakened somethign because I JUST connected the dots for a thing

[her-storybooks]

Do you guys ever feel overwhelmed by the lack of structure your day has, so you make these massive productive to-do lists but then just sit down and do nothing all day because you can't talk yourself up into actually doing anything? It's recently been suggested I have ASD (Not surprising since both my brothers have it as well, but being female and an adult it was harder to spot), and I'm just wondering if this is a typical thing people deal with or if maybe it's another sign?

[minzart]

Andrews: my love, my life, my beacon of light-

Kaligolas: what's on fire this time?

Andrews, not even fased: the city

Kaligolas: ... sign* I will go start the car

[playitaagain]

I miss Mayward so much right now. Would anyone be interested if I wrote a little something for them? 

[nickkkdoesstuff]

Actual height // height portrayed by me

[arushahisatroll]

guys...

[bleeding-antlers]

Buck with the letter P?

Theme : [P] Character while driving or in/around a car

(Kinda slipped Tanner in there, but don’t worry, it’s mostly Buck and him thinking of stuff)

Dark skies and the lights of the car’s headlights were the only thing that’s been in their view; looking around was nothing but scenery. The streets were finally at peace, with no other cars passing by or following behind. It was a quiet night. A night that will always be a serene wonderland to anyone driving through the country roads. Andrew had the stereo playing at its lowest setting, the beat of whatever song that was playing on the radio only being heard whenever they stopped at a light or at a sign. It was just Andrew and Tanner. Both sitting in undisturbed silence as they comfortingly listen to the whirling sounds of the car’s engine, and the wind that was blowing into and around the car.

The windows were opened since it wasn’t a disastrous, hot midnight like it always is, as Andrew had his arm out, letting the wind flow around his hand, making waves against it at the blowing air.

Tanner and Andrew had just finished cleaning the warehouse that the crew rented for their own use. It was a mess to begin with, everything that was originally in the big area had cracked made the place stink and had ooey gooey substance on surfaces. It was an uncomfortable stay in the warehouse, especially if they wanted to plan their missions in that site without being too loud or too mischievous. They all are awfully loud-voiced, rambunctious young adults whenever discussing upcoming missions or just being in the same room together, that’s why they wanted a warehouse. In their old spot, they almost got the police called due to their obnoxious, teasing screams and stomps on the floor- bunch of memories were given from that little spot, but it was about time that they decided to head out to a more secluded area. One that they all can chill out and be as obnoxious as much as they want to. So, after finding more helping hands by trustworthy acquaintances, the warehouse had finally gotten done. The walls were no longer looking like crusty earwax and disgusting, chipped paint, the floor wasn’t covered in what seemed like blood and dust anymore, and finally they had furniture. Jared found a suitable couch, even if there was scratch marks from the previous owners, it was still a comforting spot to lay down and snooze on if they were ever to have visitors or to nap in the warehouse-

The amount of hours it took though was ridiculous, but some of those hours had been wasted because of Andrew’s shenanigans. Always complaining by the lack of snacks they had, how tired his feet and hands gotten from the bleach and cleaning wipes, so after long hours until they finished the job, Andrew was pretty satisfied when they finally could leave and no longer stay in that place.

Now he’s all relaxed- mostly tired but with the help of them getting Starbucks before heading home, that rush of caffeine in his system will keep his eyes opened for another hour or so.

They were on their way back to the house, though decided to take the back-roads. The midnight sky wasn’t too dark, the moon was out and no clouds were covering the twinkling stars. It was easy to see the road with only the low beams on.

Andrew did want to wander off into a random conversation with his partner, but no words came out, surprisingly, but … that was okay. They were better in silence. The quiet was their way of talking at the moment. There was no need to start a conversation only for it to die down in a couple minutes. They were content with themselves, they didn’t need to think of a reply or a subject to talk about. They were already just- so blissed by being in the same car and existing.

Tanner was always the designated driver for Andrew, even if Andrew did have his license and knew fully well how to control the car, yet he just prefer to lay back on the passenger side and look out the windows, watching the passing trees, the open fields and seek at farmer’s pastures that usually were occupied with cows and horses, the odd time with sheep though not a lot of citizens around the city had a wool farm, they rather had a milk and meat farm, and for those horse obsessed people, a ranch/stable for those to ride on their favourite steeds.

A sigh came out of Andrew’s mouth as he placed his arm that was out the window back onto his lap, his hand feeling fuzzy and slightly tingly from the wind blowing against it for a while, yet, he didn’t mind. It didn’t hurt, nor made him uncomfortable. In all honesty, it was a childhood thing to Andrew, whenever he reached his arm out of the opened window, he’d always feel nostalgic about him waving his younger self’s hand in the wind, fighting with it yet letting the air flow through his fingers. He always gotten into trouble though whenever he did, as he usually played wild with his hand outside the window, letting the wind push his arm back all the way, and exaggerate a playful cry and then laughter.

Andrew chuckled from the glimpse of his childhood, his hand no longer feeling that buzz. His eyes gazed up from his lap to Tanner’s face, his lips curling into a dearing smile from the others contented expression. Tanner always had a gentle look to his features. He never broke out or cracked, his face was smooth and soft, and Andrew adored that about his partner. His looks astounded him. He was a model; he was his model. A blessing to Andrew’s life, and he’s absolutely grateful to have this model be at his side throughout the rest of his life. They were buddies- more so gun-a-blazing, chaos-esque buddies, but either way, they were perfect.

What a delightful night, a beautiful sight to see on the back roads and Andrew couldn’t be more fulfilled to have such an amazing life, and to go on so many adventures with his friends; his crew, Jared, Keenan… Tanner.. Everyone in Fakeshow.

A smile stayed pasted on Andrew’s face as his hand leaned against Tanner’s that stayed on the shift stick.

A soft but pleased chuckle escaping Tanner’s own throat as he took a quick glance at Andrew, whispering something that really didn’t go through Andrew’s mind as they intertwined their fingers together and let the quiet begin to take over again.

Man... Was Andrew ever so lucky to be in a place like this.