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[sunsetbuddie]

everything about this is so crazy like i have never experienced anything like this. funeral streamed live on tiktok -> buried alive script on jlh's insta but it's essentially illegible then clearer on ostark's insta but he quickly deletes it but also it's april fool's day -> ostark says he lied for promo in a brief q&a -> ostark (always at the scene of the crime) replies to comments about bobby's possible death with 😄😁😃 ALL OF THIS BTW BEFORE THE EPISODE. then, bobby dies -> crucially we don't see a body in fact the episode ends fairly abruptly with a body bag -> interviews drop and bald cunt tim minear stresses that bobby is really truly dead trust me -> also says they did not anticipate bobby's funeral being filmed in broad daylight dtla to be leaked because it's just a little firefighter show (one of THE highest rated shows on abc btw) -> peter posts a goodbye letter -> cast start posting frankly very odd goodbyes on instagram -> ryan guzman shares an rip edit of bobby with a pink bow set to louis armstrong's what a wonderful world -> kenny posts a video edit of peter set to spongebob music -> kenny seemingly cries through an interview -> kenny (another one always at the scene of the crime) replies to people saying they won't watch the show again with essentially, understandable me too -> aisha posts a heartfelt goodbye then deletes it and posts a different more vague version -> also it is discovered that bobby's funeral is taking place at somewhere literally named The Hall of Crucifixion-Resurrection. like does anyone else feel like they're on lsd or

[korakos]

talking to tashie about bk3 and she sent me this image

happy thursday lovies

[thedandelionthief]

still to this day thinking about neil, who had to be forgettable to survive, and andrew, with a photographic memory

[dykealloy]

what do you mean jennifer saunder's shrek 2 cover of Holding Out for a Hero didn't play over the entirety of dressrosa arc

[yolkylemon]

why do I seem to need to? || tsc chapter 6

[oblivionsdream]

Don’t mind me just crying over Jean Moreau.

I can’t wait to see him continue healing in book 2. 😭

[ninyard]

fox tweets

[thunder]

via weheartit

[hyolks]

country boyyyy i love youuuu

[pippypopple]

Redraw cuz I heard they’re getting an English dub! Yippee!!

[failpup]

I love these two so much.

Credit: @jellymlk on twitter

[non-binary-laurie-strode]

You’ve been hit by 🔪

You’ve been struck by 🔪

A Roman Senator 🔪🔪🔪

[iamfuckingweeping]

CAESER ARE YOU OKAY

ARE YOU OKAY CEASER

[danka-in-art]

This one literally doesn’t make sense but I wanted to draw him in this lighting.

[oddfoggy]

I reread All for the Game again and wow, the brainrot is still strong. I can't stop thinking about this mouthy asshole. I want to draw specific moments from the series, but for this study I just had fun playing around with the many faces of Neil Josten!

[juicegremlin]

Andreil + Physical Intimacy

Neil is usually the little spoon, but every once in a while, Andrew will let Neil press himself against his back, ghost his lips over the skin of his nape. He’ll let Neil hold a hand over his heart to feel his rapid, living pulse, and Neil will whisper, “Who’s the rabbit now?”

Andrew likes to ruck Neil’s shirt up in the mornings while they’re still in bed. He’ll trace the scars on his stomach, the lithe carvings of muscle. If things are headed in a particular direction, Andrew will run his tongue along his favorite lines.

When Neil is looking to drive Andrew crazy, he’ll take his thumb and drag it along Andrew’s lower lip. He’ll take Andrew’s earlobe between his teeth, walk his fingertips down the length of his spine. All Andrew can do is hold onto Neil’s shoulders for dear life.

When Andrew is looking to drive Neil up the wall, all he has to do is show off a little. Put in some effort on the court, give Matt a run for his money at the gym. One time, Andrew wore his (and Neil’s) favorite muscle tee to bench in and Neil actually biffed it on the treadmill.

Neil will sit on Andrew’s lap when there isn’t enough room. The other Foxes have learned not to mention it. Card games are the only exception; Neil is a chronic and compulsive cheater.

When Andrew can’t stand the feeling of his own skin, let alone someone else’s, the closest Neil can get is the other end of the couch. He doesn’t waste the space, though—fills it with various details about his day, interesting things he read online, things he likes about Andrew. Andrew grips the lifeline with both hands and lets it drag him back to safety. When he finally gets there, Neil’s arms are open, loving, and ready.

Neil’s bad days are characterized by sporadic bouts of dissociation. Andrew doesn’t like to touch him when he’s like that, but Neil has made it clear that it’s okay—it helps—so Andrew will clamp a hand over the back of his neck. He’ll stroke his thumb over the bone that juts out at the top of his spine, press his forehead against Neil’s. “You are Neil Josten,” he’ll say. “You are real, and you are home.”

When they move in together after college, Andrew declares Sundays a “no-run” day. Sometimes, Neil sleeps in with him. Others, he’ll roll out of bed to make them both breakfast. When that happens, Andrew will find him in the kitchen and wrap his arms around his waist from behind, forehead pressed into the space between Neil’s shoulders. Neil will smile, let the back of his head rest against the top of Andrew’s, because this is it, for him—Andrew will always be it.

[juicegremlin]

Andreil + Physical Intimacy

Neil is usually the little spoon, but every once in a while, Andrew will let Neil press himself against his back, ghost his lips over the skin of his nape. He’ll let Neil hold a hand over his heart to feel his rapid, living pulse, and Neil will whisper, “Who’s the rabbit now?”

Andrew likes to ruck Neil’s shirt up in the mornings while they’re still in bed. He’ll trace the scars on his stomach, the lithe carvings of muscle. If things are headed in a particular direction, Andrew will run his tongue along his favorite lines.

When Neil is looking to drive Andrew crazy, he’ll take his thumb and drag it along Andrew’s lower lip. He’ll take Andrew’s earlobe between his teeth, walk his fingertips down the length of his spine. All Andrew can do is hold onto Neil’s shoulders for dear life.

When Andrew is looking to drive Neil up the wall, all he has to do is show off a little. Put in some effort on the court, give Matt a run for his money at the gym. One time, Andrew wore his (and Neil’s) favorite muscle tee to bench in and Neil actually biffed it on the treadmill.

Neil will sit on Andrew’s lap when there isn’t enough room. The other Foxes have learned not to mention it. Card games are the only exception; Neil is a chronic and compulsive cheater.

When Andrew can’t stand the feeling of his own skin, let alone someone else’s, the closest Neil can get is the other end of the couch. He doesn’t waste the space, though—fills it with various details about his day, interesting things he read online, things he likes about Andrew. Andrew grips the lifeline with both hands and lets it drag him back to safety. When he finally gets there, Neil’s arms are open, loving, and ready.

Neil’s bad days are characterized by sporadic bouts of dissociation. Andrew doesn’t like to touch him when he’s like that, but Neil has made it clear that it’s okay—it helps—so Andrew will clamp a hand over the back of his neck. He’ll stroke his thumb over the bone that juts out at the top of his spine, press his forehead against Neil’s. “You are Neil Josten,” he’ll say. “You are real, and you are home.”

When they move in together after college, Andrew declares Sundays a “no-run” day. Sometimes, Neil sleeps in with him. Others, he’ll roll out of bed to make them both breakfast. When that happens, Andrew will find him in the kitchen and wrap his arms around his waist from behind, forehead pressed into the space between Neil’s shoulders. Neil will smile, let the back of his head rest against the top of Andrew’s, because this is it, for him—Andrew will always be it.

[andrew-dramaqueen-minyard]

I love love love the idea that Kaitlyn is also a ginger with blue eyes who is about 3 inches taller than aaron and aaron and Andrew never really realise until one day Nicky (without thinking) goes “hey have you guys ever noticed how aaron and Andrew have the same type” when Neil and Kaitlyn are standing close to each other

Cue the foxes all losing it and Aaron and Andrew looking at each other with a disgust and a glare