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[sugarlipx]

okay since you guys were sooo niceys yesterday here’s another

[clownguy]

🤡 !!

emerald 😊🍀

[rainelinde]

7, 28, 46, 82!!

7. Dearly Departed - Marianas Trench. you were here for this one

28. San Francisco - The Mowglis

46. almost home - mxmtoon

82. Summer Nights - SIAMES

two sadboy noises and two bangers. good mix!

[eijispumpkin]

also for the soft suggestions: ‘  i  have  never  felt  as  content  as  i  do  in  your  arms .  ’ for asheiji!!

Rain lashes fiercely against the windows, and the wind whips furiously through the night. It’s a winter storm—a nor’easter, Ash called it earlier, the odd portmanteau sounding completely natural in his voice. Eiji looks out at the window, illuminated by another flash of lightning, and pulls the blanket a little tighter.

He tried to repeat it the way Ash said it. Nor’easter, he whispered to no-one in particular, trying to wrap his clumsy mouth around unfamiliar sounds. Sometimes it frustrates him to no end, the way English twists and turns and trips him up on the tiniest, tricky things; he knows he’s saying them with an accent, but he can’t make his foolish voice form itself as he wants.

Nor’easter, he mouths again, as the blue light from the TV blurs the living room into dark static. It’s just a nor’easter. Not a biggie. It’ll blow through in a day or so.

And then Ash grinned at him, as he always does. Better bundle up, though; it’s gonna be cold, and you’re from southern Japan, right?

As if he knows anything about Japanese weather.

“What’re you mumbling about?” Ash’s voice is soft. Eiji almost starts—he thought he fell asleep to the white noise of the Weather Channel. His head is still heavy against Eiji’s shoulder.

“Nothing.” Eiji puffs out his cheeks. “Go back to sleep.”

“Wasn’t asleep.” Ash shifts in his arms to drape his legs over Eiji’s lap, nearly tugging the blanket off as he does, and Eiji pulls it back up immediately. It’s cold. “Just comfy.”

Eiji rolls his eyes as he hugs Ash to himself. “Sure, just use me as your pillow, I do not need circulation in my legs anyway.”

Ash huffs out a soft laugh at that. “You’ll live. You’re too good a pillow to pass up.”

There’s a pause. Thunder booms again outside.

“You know,” Ash murmurs, voice barely audible, “I’ve never felt as content as I do in your arms. Weird, right?”

And that—

There’s a hundred and one things Eiji could say about that. More, even. He could try to explain the way it makes his heart skip a beat in his chest, or how his chest tightens with emotion to compensate. He could attempt to tell Ash that it’s the same for him, that they’re in this together, that he can always stay in his arms if it helps him.

But English is a clumsy, clunky language on Eiji’s tongue, so instead, he just smiles gently and scrunches a hand through Ash’s hair.

“Definitely weird, but you are in luck. I happen to like weird boys.”

“Weird boys, huh.” There’s a smile in Ash’s voice. “Glad to hear you like yourself, Eiji.”

“Oh,” Eiji huffs, and smacks his shoulder. “Shut up.”

[yoishibarizine-blog]

sugarlipx | Artist

My name is Phi and all you need to know about me is that I like to draw and pet dogs.

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[shima-draws]

Okay honestly I love your art style and your concepts so much. I always laugh at your posts and I save your art because it’s so cute!!

Gasp omg thank you?? When people tell me they save my art it makes me really happy andsjandas I appreciate it aaaaaa <3

[yurionrunway]

“What do you mean, he’s out sick?!”

“I mean he’s out sick! Do you need it in Thai instead of English? I can tell you in Thai—”

“That won’t be necessary, thank you,” Celestino mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why didn’t he call in earlier?”

Phichit snorts. “The poor bastard is drugged up on something or other and tweeting deliriously about his tomato plants. Doubt he can drive.”

“That doesn’t excuse him from calling in ahead of time,” Celestino groans. “Okay. We need someone in that dress and on the runway in two hours… and it was tailored to…” He gives Phichit a slow, thoughtful look, eyeing him up and down. 

Phichit takes a wary step back, raising his hands. “Uh oh. I can hear the gears cranking in your head and I dunno if I like that.”

“You and him are about the same size,” Celestino muses, stroking his chin. Then he sits up, nods, and snaps his fingers: “Phichit, report to wardrobe in five. Tell them the situation and get them to let you try on the dress. If it fits, you’re on the runway.”

(Sixty minutes later, he’s in a gorgeous spring-green gown, the collar garnished with extravagant rose clusters and trailing leaves, having the makeup team Ignore Him as he tells them how to do their jobs.)

(Ninety minutes later, he’s backstage, frantically texting Yuuri about his last-minute jitters.)

(And then he’s out on the runway, facing down the bright white lights, and he’s ready to bloom.)

(Paper art by @sugarlipx and fic by @adreamingsongbird!)

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