it sounded like a dream; it tasted like damnation.

"you know, i get it. being raised a SUPERSTAR must be really, really difficult for you. always a commodity, never a h u m a n b e i n g, not a single person in your family thinking you're worth a DAMN off the court -- yeah, sounds rough. kevin & i talk about your intricate & endless daddy issues all the time. -- i know it's not entirely your fault that you are mentally unbalanced and infected with these d e l u s i o n s of g r a n d e u r, and i know you're physically incapable of holding a decent conversation with anyone like every normal human being can, but i don't think any of us should have to put up with this much of your B U L L S H I T. pity only gets you so many concessions, & you used yours up about six insults ago. so please, please, just shut the FUCK up & leave us a l o n e." NATHANIEL ABRAM WESNINSKI NEIL ABRAM JOSTEN; THE FOXHOLE COURT.

[theclassicsreader]

the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

Richard Siken, from “Snow and Dirty Rain” (via magicmanners)

[buffonia]

“I’m fine,” Neil said. “You say that an awful lot,” Matt said. “I’m starting to think you don’t know what it means.”

[jostenminyard]

he

he did it

[successfulling]

[likedamnation]

@pvnkghost 🐺

“god, chloe, one not-a-date dinner-date and suddenly you think we’re an item. incredible. 

[likedamnation]

@mogrrr 🐺

“ill-advised. disturbed. a really BIG mistake. take your pick, really. aaand then don’t do it.”

[likedamnation]

@xsamgiddings 🐺

“yeah, pretty much. soon as music starts playing? i break out in this awful rash ALL OVER. so don’t even think about it.”

[likedamnation]

@thatsmydck 🐺

“well, it’s only FORGETTING if you ever actually intended to do it, y’know?”

[likedamnation]

@bluelicns 🐺

“not to go all grade-school on you, but aren’t you only allowed ONE best friend at a time? are you SURE you wanna make that commitment?”

[oakleysworld]

anything hurts less than the quiet.

[pipedream]

- Neil Josten’s Drag of the Century, Chapter 6, The Raven King

[lilac-tornado]

[likedamnation]

fuckncggets:

“ oh, i’m good all right. i can go for HOURS. massive amount of stamina over here, let me tell you. and hell yeah i’m a team player, know what my motto is? the MORE the merrier. ” his attention drifts to neil’s hands fondling the egg, the corner of mike’s mouth twitching just briefly in response. “ anyway, yep, you’re right. it’s super unfair how FAST and HARD i’d take you down. ”

neil hesitated for a second before replying, head tilted as though he were considering. “hmm. good delivery, but i prefer my innuendos to be a TOUCH less obvious. leave a little something to the imagination.” he brought the egg to rest in his right hand. funny how such a small thing might cause a lot of havoc. “you’d have to CATCH me first,” he reminds mike. the one thing he’s relatively sure would never happen. neil may not be particularly STRONG; nor particularly LARGE; but he can run like hell. “but wait. we never worked out if you’re playing for my team.”

[likedamnation]

hvstled:

     “sweetheart——” smirk playing at his lips, he leans forward in his seat, arms folded and placed atop the table. “no amount of food will make me less of a pain in the ass. it’s just the way i roll & you can take it or leave it. BUT. considering the fact that you haven’t taken it upon yourself to walk away, i’m assuming you’d rather TAKE IT.”

“well, that’s just too bad for everyone else -- but i guess it won’t make any difference if you STARVE then, right?” head tilted to examine his orange-and-black paint job. a little halloween-y, perhaps, but whatever. then neil lifted his gaze, one eyebrow raised at the smirk on nick’s face. “PLEASE. it’ll take more than your yapping to scare me away.”

[parrisshadam]

Character moodboards: Neil Josten (All for the Game) 

“ …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.”

[lovestarve-deactivated20170819]

“ OKAY, here’s the plan: the people with these blue eggs are on MY team, and we’re not gonna rest until seattle is an even hotter mess than a drunk chick on prom night. anyone caught WITHOUT a blue egg is fair game to attack. sooo, quick q: whose team are you on? ”

[likedamnation]

“depends.” neil served mike a slow, calculating glance. “are you any good? are you a team player, mike?” holding his hand out for a blue egg, tossing it lightly from palm to palm. “’cause i’m class i; and you are ...” he shrugged. “what ARE you? i think we might be unfairly matched.”

[hvstled]

     “you know what EASTER is? —— a waste of perfectly good eggs! why spend hours & hours painting them blue and pink and god knows what else when you can be serving ‘em sunny side up with a side of bacon and toast?”

[likedamnation]

“i mean, no one is forcing you to be here.” voice quiet, gaze barely lifting from his own egg artwork to answer. “in fact i’d be willing to be that MOST people here would prefer it if you left. go get breakfast, maybe you’ll be less of a pain in the ass when you’re not hungry.”