Troubled Adult

[bread-crust-brust]

My girls🤲

[wretchedrunaway]

Anyone else kinda addicted to these? The jokes write themselves.

[shoyt0]

All packed up in a station wagon~

Blood and guts in a station wagon~

[moreauver]

neil in tfc:

[plantbvn]

boyfriend first, then cigarette

[plantbvn]

whoop

[turtlesinatree]

I think Neil is the type of person post graduation to bring apples with him whenever he knows he has to see Aaron, just to make direct eye contact as he eats it, daring him to say something.

Neil thinks he's the funniest person ever, Aaron is over him.

[i-am-weis]

Chapter 9 / The King’s Men - Nora Sakavic

[mcmilkan]

A little thing I headcannon is that Andrew never asks where Neil is. Neil is CONSTANTLY asking where Andrew is if he hasn’t seen him for approximately 0.5 seconds and even Jean notices how they give “lingering looks when one fell out of orbit for too long”, but Andrew never asks, wanting conceal to the others how much Neil is a weak spot for him. Instead, his eyes slide across the room, scanning, and if he can’t see Neil then Andrew simply gets up and goes in search of him, he knows all of his spots anyways. The foxes, initially just put Andrew’s abrupt leave up to his blatantly disrespectful self, deciding he wasn’t interested enough in the conversation, so they don’t really care. However, that isn’t until they notice the pattern. First, Renee, then Dan and Aaron, and soon the others catch on. They observe the way Andrew’s fingers start tapping at his sides when his head swivels round and cannot find his specific ginger. They observe the way he gets up immediately and strides towards the door. They also observe the way Andrew hands still slightly as Matt says, “he’s on a run” or Kevin tells him Neil’s just practicing on the court. Andrew doesn’t acknowledge it openly of course, he never asked and would’ve been able to find him himself easily, but they all don’t miss the way his head lowers for a second, giving a subtle nod, placated by the fact someone always knows where Neil is. I guess they all know the alternative, when his hands were shaking, wrapped round Kevin’s neck in Baltimore. He didn’t ask, “Where’s Neil?”, he screamed it. And the others didn’t know. And Andrew couldn’t find him.

[franmikas]

Neil being a demisexual and how obvious it is by how he uses simple terms when meeting people like just saying their hair and eye color. He doesn't even bother describing people he doesn't find important. Meanwhile the difference between meeting Andrew for the first time vs him having fallen in love with him has Neil waxing poetry about Andrew and it's so funny. Miser i don't swing was down bad by the second book.

First time meeting Andrew: "Andrew Minyard didn't look like much in person, blonde and five feet even."

After falling in love with Andrew: "Andrew looked as he always had, and Neil knew his face as well as he knew every iteration of his own. Despite that, something seemed different. Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, making Andrew’s pale hair shine brighter and his hazel eyes seem almost gold. Whatever it was, it was disorienting. A wordless question buzzed under Neil’s skin, leaving him restless and out-of-sorts."

[instigatorjosten]

love when media literacy is alive

[moreauver]

just reread the baltimore scenes and my god. andrew physically having to stop himself from punching neil after he said he was sorry because what do you MEAN you’re sorry???? you’re ALIVE and you’re REAL and IN FRONT OF ME and i’m relieved and devastated and you’re HURT and i didn’t PROTECT YOU and you SCARED ME and you LIED TO ME and the people who did this to you are the ones who SHOULD be sorry NOT you so DONT you fucking dare say you’re sorry, not like this, not right now, not to me

[dykekarkat]

andrew putting neil's hand on his chest gets me so bad it gets me so bad. andrew admitting he wants neil to touch him to the point that he's pushing past his own boundariess like aughhhh andrew my andrew. just such a telling moment like yeah okay he Will destroy himself if it means getting what he wants but neil stopping him / not taking advantage of that (when everyone else has) its just. So Much. So Much.

[humlase]

Renee's mind btw.

[instigatorjosten]

Andrew “im actually just a kid but i hate feeling vulnerable so I’ll convince everyone im a monster so theyre too scared to even question my bluff” Minyard and Neil “i think im a monster and im so scared people will be able to tell so i act like im just some poor kid” Josten. takes a faker to know one. Andrew recognizing Neil’s sharp edges because he’s been hand carving his own to match for years.

[midgart]

kevin is sick of their shit

[viiiiiliiiii]

Neil is obsessed with Andrew’s wide waist. sitting on the bed, he reaches out almost absentmindedly, fingers catching the hem of Andrew’s t-shirt and holding on. Andrew, who was just passing by, stills. his gaze flicks down to Neil, then, without a word, he steps closer and gives the slightest nod, allowing it. allowing Neil to pull him in, to press his face against his torso, arms wrapping around his waist. Andrew watches the top of Neil’s head, fingers brushing through those messy curls. Neil leans into the touch, lifting his head just enough… the eye contact is devastating—those impossibly blue eyes, as Neil rests his chin against him, tilting his head slightly as he looks up.

his arms tighten just a little around Andrew’s waist, not enough to hurt, just enough to make Andrew’s back arch faintly, pressing closer into the hold. Neil hums quietly, nuzzling in, brushing the tip of his nose along Andrew’s torso. “You should see Abby,” Andrew says flatly. “These fits of tenderness are concerning.” Neil only drags his nose to the side, along his ribs, pressing a quick kiss near his heart. “Calm down,” Andrew adds. but Neil doesn’t even try to stop, because he knows Andrew doesn’t actually mean stop when he says “calm down.” that’s not the word he uses for that. If Andrew really wanted him to stop, he’d give him a short, firm “no” and Neil would pull away immediately. but Andrew also knows Neil won’t do anything he truly doesn’t want. so he takes the liberty.

presses a few more kisses along his side, pauses for just a second—then suddenly bites, light but deliberate. Andrew’s response is immediate: a sharp, but not harsh, smack to the back of Neil’s head. “Junkie.” Neil just laughs quietly, burying his face back into Andrew’s side—his shoulders shaking with it. his hands trail once more over Andrew’s waist, lingering, before he presses one last, soft kiss to his stomach and finally lets him go, releasing him back to wherever he’d pulled him from.

[viiiiiliiiii]

Neil is obsessed with Andrew’s wide waist. sitting on the bed, he reaches out almost absentmindedly, fingers catching the hem of Andrew’s t-shirt and holding on. Andrew, who was just passing by, stills. his gaze flicks down to Neil, then, without a word, he steps closer and gives the slightest nod, allowing it. allowing Neil to pull him in, to press his face against his torso, arms wrapping around his waist. Andrew watches the top of Neil’s head, fingers brushing through those messy curls. Neil leans into the touch, lifting his head just enough… the eye contact is devastating—those impossibly blue eyes, as Neil rests his chin against him, tilting his head slightly as he looks up.

his arms tighten just a little around Andrew’s waist, not enough to hurt, just enough to make Andrew’s back arch faintly, pressing closer into the hold. Neil hums quietly, nuzzling in, brushing the tip of his nose along Andrew’s torso. “You should see Abby,” Andrew says flatly. “These fits of tenderness are concerning.” Neil only drags his nose to the side, along his ribs, pressing a quick kiss near his heart. “Calm down,” Andrew adds. but Neil doesn’t even try to stop, because he knows Andrew doesn’t actually mean stop when he says “calm down.” that’s not the word he uses for that. If Andrew really wanted him to stop, he’d give him a short, firm “no” and Neil would pull away immediately. but Andrew also knows Neil won’t do anything he truly doesn’t want. so he takes the liberty.

presses a few more kisses along his side, pauses for just a second—then suddenly bites, light but deliberate. Andrew’s response is immediate: a sharp, but not harsh, smack to the back of Neil’s head. “Junkie.” Neil just laughs quietly, burying his face back into Andrew’s side—his shoulders shaking with it. his hands trail once more over Andrew’s waist, lingering, before he presses one last, soft kiss to his stomach and finally lets him go, releasing him back to wherever he’d pulled him from.