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I think we don’t talk enough about Neil’s understated sex appeal. I just know he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat on his face on the treadmill, and on the one next to him Kevin trips and almost falls. I know his running shorts ride up at one point and there is a loud thump from the direction of Andrew’s leg curl machine. I know he pours a bottle of water on his face and chest while running outside one day and some poor freshman girl gets a stroke unrelated to the heat. And the best part is he’s completely unaware of it.
Monsters trauma candy salad tiktok would go crazy like.
Neil: hi my name is Neil and last year my dad and his underlings kidnapped me and tortured me in the back of a car for hours before trying to cut off my legs...and I brought the bowl.
Aaron throws a pillow straight at Andrew’s face during one of Bee’s sessions because Andrew won’t stop mocking him while Aaron yells: “Shut the fuck up, it’s my turn to speak!” he snaps before turning to Bee with, “He’s not listening to me!”
also, Neil started kissing with tongue almost from the very beginning because he genuinely doesn’t understand any other way, and it’s honestly so funny. the moment he finally felt safe with Andrew during those late-night makeout sessions on the roof, the moment he realized he was actually allowed to kiss him, he just started using his tongue naturally—carefully pushing it out until it brushed against Andrew’s lips. to Neil, it simply makes more sense; kissing with only his lips feels incomplete somehow, like stopping in the middle of an action. he wants to smooth out every touch with a stroke of his tongue afterward. he isn’t sure if it’s okay. maybe it’s too soon, too bold, maybe he’s doing it wrong, but since Andrew never stops him, Neil keeps going. he barely pulls the tip of his tongue away from Andrew’s mouth before pressing close again a second later, tracing softly over lips already swollen from kissing. maybe he’s rushing it, maybe he looks ridiculous. but every time he does it again, he feels the heavy breath Andrew lets out against his mouth and the way Andrew’s hand curls against his cheek, pulling him closer just to help him kiss him again.
I wildly need to know how badly the whole world must’ve shaken when Nicky the most “childish, dramatic, weakest, gayest boy alive” person imaginable tried to lunge at his own parents in a fit of rage so violently that it took the entire security team to hold him back and drag him away from them just so he wouldn’t smash their faces in. was that the first time the rest of the Foxes saw the real monster in him?
Thinking about that vine where the mom asks the kid what he has and he runs by and yells “A knife!” and the mom yells “NO!” totally horrified except it’s Wymack with kid! Andreil who BOTH have knives and are a little psycho and they’re running in diff directions so he’s gotta figure out which he wants to chase first and oh the poor man’s heart-rate has never been higher lol
during Neil’s senior year, Andrew, already graduated by then, shows up at the end of one of their practices to take Neil back to Columbia for the weekend. that last year without Andrew turns out to be harder on Neil than anyone expected. everyone notices the way he slowly drifts away from them emotionally, how he spends more and more time on his own — if not physically, then mentally. so when Wymack points out the familiar figure approaching the court, everything around Neil seems to go quiet. It always happens like that whenever Neil finally finds his peace. the rest of the world stops mattering. the noise fades. nothing around him can reach him anymore. and somehow that feeling only deepens as he starts walking toward Andrew, drawn to him instinctively, until it finally settles fully into place the second Neil reaches out to hug and Andrew reaches back. Wymack doesn’t let anyone see the way the corner of his mouth twitches into the faintest smile as he watches his boys, knowing Neil is finally getting the moments of peace he’s been desperate for over the past few weeks. and he very deliberately forces himself to look away when Andrew briefly kisses Neil, because it’s obvious now that Neil would never make the first move in public without permission.
note: after a long, warm round of greetings, Neil and Andrew make their way back over to the Foxes. Andrew shakes Wymack’s hand only before dryly telling the others, “Sorry, guys, contact quota for today has been used up” to which one of them (Jack, 100%) blurts out something like “Yeah, we could tell exactly who you used it on.” Neil shoots him a sharp, “Hey,”. because, well, Neil always gets a little bolder whenever Andrew is around to see it.
okay so here's what i think
kevin day sees the court and thinks how does this team get ME the ball. kevin is the best scorer in the league. maybe ever. goal scoring compilations galore
neil josten sees the court and thinks how do WE win. also literally part of his storyline in the books. neil gets the messi treatment where the videos aren't even about goals they're about the passes and the assists where you have to rewatch four times to understand what his feet are doing.
that's all
here’s the thing: Andrew is terribly stiff when it comes to bottoming. he wants affection, he wants to feel good, but he’s afraid of taking an active role in it, because his own participation was always framed as something shameful, as proof of his “dirtiness.” Neil notices it immediately, and he tries to ease some of that tension out of him. his palms settles slowly on Andrew’s waist, beginning to move in small, steady circles—gentle, grounding motions that subtly rock Andrew’s body as he buries his face into the pillow. Neil keeps it up, accompanying it with slow, deep thrusts, until Andrew starts to let go, bit by bit. the rhythm between them begins to blur: where Neil’s guidance ends and Andrew’s begins. gradually, Andrew starts to give in to it, pushing his hips back on his own, his lower back arching slightly beneath Neil’s hands. each time Neil lifts his hands away, Andrew’s movement falters, as though the spell weakens without that touch. Neil hovers closer again, leaning in over him, pressing warm kisses along Andrew’s shoulders and neck. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “Keep going.” then his hands return to Andrew’s waist, tightening just enough—soft pressure, slow encouragement, drawing him back into that shared rhythm, coaxing him to move, to participate, to meet the motion halfway. a quiet, broken moan slips from Neil’s throat when he sees it happening—Andrew’s thoughts clouding as he starts to move more freely, more instinctively, almost moving against him on his own now, while Neil simply holds him steady around the waist, no longer interrupting his pace, only supporting it. Andrew’s rhythm wavers as he nears the edge, his body gradually straightening, tension gathering in him. that’s when Neil takes over again, gently building the pace, guiding him through it until Andrew collapses into the sheets, breathless and undone. Neil follows him down, pressing one last lingering kiss to the nape of his neck. “Well done,” he murmurs between breaths.
Neil hadn’t been kissed in four years
Neil, after learning that Jean has a motorcycle: Hey Andrew, why don't you ride a motorcycle? It seems more your speed.
Andrew: They’re for freaks who are just looking for attention. 'Oh, look at me, I'm balancing on two wheels and committing several traffic violations.' Fuck off. Join the circus if you wanna be a freakshow and leave the rest of us the hell alone.
The Foxes, who have barely heard him rant about anything like that before :
Andrew:
Neil: You don't know how to ride a bike, do you?
Aaron: its completely fine to not know how to ride a bike. It's an arbitrary benchmark set on kids for little to no value. Knowing how to ride a bike doesn't benefit or hinder anyone in the long run, anyways. And do you KNOW how many people have life-altering accidents while riding a bike? Its practically lethal.
The Foxes:
Andrew:
Neil: you too, huh?
Andreil who counterbalance eachother perfect because Neil literally spent two & a half books looking at Andrew, trying to figure him out, or telling us the readers what Andrew was doing at any given time meanwhile Andrew was fighting for his life thru the trenches trying to do the exact opposite because FUCK he liked Neil sm
"Kevin didn't suffer as much as jean and Neil at the hands of riko"
KEVIN HAD HANDCUFFS MADE INTO HIS BED
Let me say that again so you can see how bad this is
KEVIN HAD HANDCUFFS ON HIS BED
Riko told jean before he started to hurt him "I will enjoy hurting you like I enjoyed hurting Kevin"
Kevin's reaction to Andrew during thanks giving was to move back and slam into the wall frozen in place
HIS REACTION TO SA WAS SO INTENSE BECAUSE HE HAD TO DEAL WITH IT FIRST HAD
KEVINS FEAR DIDNT COME FROM NOTHING HE SUFFERED FOR YEARS he didn't get spacial treatment
Thank you
Imagine never once picturing yourself in something as ordinary as a relationship or domestic life, and then suddenly you’re Andrew Minyard, stopping by a pet store on your way home from practice to buy food for your two cats while your partner cooks dinner waiting for you to get back. and then you’re Neil Josten, waking up early in the morning, rolling over beneath the blankets only to find a blond man standing in the doorway with a towel slung low around his hips and damp hair still dripping from the shower, casually asking, “You want coffee?” and then you don't understand how your life has turned out this way, but you're definitely happy.
aftg stuff we as a fandom do not talk about or appreciate enough:
neil punching the shit out of riko and wymack having to drag him off
neil repeatedly wanting to hit someone but not allowing himself because he was trying to stay low profile
neil getting back from evermore, realising riko tattooed him, and immediately attempting to carve the tattoo off his face with a knife
neil fantasising about stomping andrews face in at columbia
neil being experienced with guns
neil specifically liking exy because its aggressive and violent
neil grabbing the racket at thanksgiving with the intention of using it as a weapon, then asking for it back after
" "Need anything else?" "A clear shot at Riko and no witnesses," Neil said. Matt grinned like he thought Neil was joking and left. "
(VERY) friendly reminder that Andrew thought Neil was good looking from the very start, even as he was slamming a stolen racquet into Neil’s stomach. Man was looking at Neil and thinking “fuck he’s pretty” every single time, even when he didn’t like nor TRUST Neil in the beginning