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I've failed to read rooms I was alone in
One day, Kevin is looking for his favorite socks, the ones Neil keeps stealing. As he rummages through Neil's drawers, what he finds is not the damn socks but The Binder.
Neil and Andrew walk into the bedroom just a moment later to find Kevin flicking through the binder's pages, a deep frown on his face.
Neil freezes in shock. He very much stops breathing.
Andrew crosses his arms over his chest and leans a shoulder against the door's frame to watch the shit-show about to happen.
"Kevin... that's mine." Neil takes a step forward, hands reaching out to get his binder back.
Kevin evades him by lifting the binder over his head and out of reach.
"Neil, what is this?" he says, looking dangerously solemn.
"It's... It's not-"
"Sloppy work," Kevin cuts him with the tone he usually saves for bitchy exy feedbacks. "All the pictures are torn. Do you not know how to use scissors? Not that you seem to care, seeing how all the pages are crinkled... And why are there so many coffee spills everywhere? That's disgusting-"
And Kevin just. starts ranting.
Turns out, he is absolutely unfazed about Neil's stalker binder. He finds nothing creepy about it. He seems to believe this is a perfectly normal thing to do. (He is the Queen of exy after all. He is worthy of this kind of worshipping).
At some point during his endless diatribe, he goes to get his own binder (the one he made about Jeremy Knox) to show it to Neil:
"Look! This is proper work! This is nice and clean! That's how you do it!"
Today the post is earlier because it's a day off <3
Andrew/Neil
So cute Neil and Andrew are canon above all else (=^=)
Neil Josten would HATE the way everything is becoming tied to smartphones. What do you mean I need an app to pay for gas. To reload my bus pass. Instead of a room key at a hotel. Neil is fighting customer service workers to the death until they give him an alternative. They will need to pry his flip phone from his cold dead hands.
In retrospect, it's hilarious that Stratt made everybody on the vat speak English in deference to Grace being monolingual
Because with how quickly Grace was able to pick up Eridian, even with literally NOTHING about it being familiar the way a human language would be, they probably could have chosen Mandarin as the universal language on Stratt's Vat and he would have just. Learned it.
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They make me physically ill
If your Instagram is as filled with big dogs as mine is, you'll know that Kevin Day is just a big doggo
He's a cutie tiny baby little Great Dane that can knock you off with a hugš„°
Teeny tiny itsy bitsy Doberman that people are scared looking at in the eyesš¤
And if you have a big dog... yeah. Kevin is one.
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Really it's them. Nora told me.
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I think a lot of people have trouble understanding transgender issues because they try to see themselves as trans, but come at it from the wrong direction. e. g. a cis woman tries to understand transness by going, āwhat if I felt like/wanted to be a manā when she should be approaching it as āwhat if I, a woman, was so easily mistaken for a man that I had to pretend to be oneā,
And I think this is something to keep in mind and to explain away when trying to get these matters across to people whoāre new to the idea.
heās an asshole. heās the kindest friend you will ever have. hes an alcoholic health freak. heās a heartless machine that only cares about playing stickball and has little interest in real people. he will make outstanding efforts to never ever ever have to be alone for even one second. heās half of a duo. he wishes he could stand on his own. he mourns a man that no one else on earth loved (even though no one on earth has been as hurt by that man as him). he knows you will die and he does nothing to even attempt to stop itā he still makes sure your remaining time is the best time anyoneās ever had. he leaves you even though heās all you have, but he never stops sending you postcards, he never stops trying to save you. he promises you he will find you a purpose in life, and he always finds it. he always finds it.
letās be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no
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i actually think andreil are extremely good at communicating #myhottake
Okay so Iām rereading TGR
And I know Nora had to āsurgically removeā Kandreil from the narrative in the first 3 books (to varying degrees of success depending on the scene)
But she said that BEFORE writing TSC & TGR, right?
So why are they *like that* in TGR??
Like
Exhibit A: Neil between Andrew & Kevin on the courthouse stairs, ultimately choosing to follow Kevin instead of Andrew
Exhibit B: The entirety of Kevin & Andrew in California, including their shared custody of both a suitcase and Neilās bullshit
If Nora was actively trying to not write Kandreil, these choices donāt make sense with the amount of context weāre given from Jeremy & Jeanās POVs
Unless
Kandreil endgame in the new post-TBC canon, as yet to be explored in The Queenās Game š
big fan of strattland being a little too comfortable in each others' space and weirding everyone else out completely straight-faced