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what the Trojans expected: violent dangerous giant ex raven 👹🔪

what they got:

what the Foxes expected: traumatized poor baby angel runaway 🥺😇

what they got:

I think we as a community don't recognize how funny the first confrontation scene in The Foxhole Court is. Like we talk about how absolutely confused Kevin must have been and how the sudden language shift was wild and how Aaron and Nicky are just O.O over the quiet new kid losing his shit.

But Neil runs into the room (picking the lock with ease, mind you) guns blazing, threatens Kevin, calls him a slur and a "deadweight has-been", then turns and fucking runs. Like... doesn't even put up a pretense of a physical fight, just books it and slams the door closed like that's going to make a difference. The mental image of Neil Josten sprinting out the room like a thirteen year old who just pissed off his older sibling and is about to employ the kicking method is too good for us not to recognize.

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i love that cat took a look at jean (tortured 6’2 huge strong bisexual frenchman sad grey eyes elite athlete tragic homoerotic situationship victim) and said i will make him even hotter. get on this motorcycle.

Ah yes folks. We're back with the 'finals week or my final week' season. Stay tuned

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When the Maserati brand talks to Andrew about being the face of their new sports line, Andrew looks at the high-end cars with a bored expression.

Naturally, they are going to give him a car. Andrew calmly lights a cigarette, without responding. The public relations get nervous.

"I guess you know I have a doppelganger. They confuse us quite a bit, unfortunately for me. What will people think of me when they see me driving a Maserati one day and a Honda the next? That's not good for my reputation, Brian. "

Maserati's public relations director is not named Brian, and besides, what Andrew says would be bad for the Maserati brand, not him. Paul lets him know. Andrew nods.

"You're right, Paul. I must have been wrong about Brian Mc. Adams," Andrew says.

The representative knows that Brian Mc. Adams is the CEO of Ferrari.

"We could double the offer. As long as we offer him something, his brother will receive the same."

"Mine will be black. My double's will be bright orange" Andrew declares without hesitation.

"Is that your brother's favorite color?" Paul asks.

"What do you mean, Paul? My brother hates bright orange."

Paul doesn't try to understand that logic and they sign the contract.

These are Andrew's birthday gifts to Aaron.

Anyone: “Yo-”

Me: “You know, I get it. Being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you're worth a damn off the court—yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time. I know it's not entirely your fault that you are mentally unbalanced and infected with these delusions of grandeur, and I know you're physically incapable of holding a decent conversation with anyone like every other normal human being can, but I don't think any of us should have to put up with this much of your bullshit. Pity only gets you so many concessions, and you used yours up about six insults ago. So please, please, just shut the fuck up and leave us alone."