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the press going insane after andreil coming out because they finally after years!!! understand what neil means by "i swing towards the goal" that he says when a reporter asks about his sexuality

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it's written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity

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REBLOG POSTS❗❗ COMMENT ON FICS❗❗COMPLIMENT FANART ❗❗LEAVE LITTLE NOTES IN THE TAGS❗❗ BOOKMARK FICS YOU LIKE❗❗ TELL AUTHORS WHAT YOU LIKED ABOUT THEIR FICS❗❗COMMENT ON DECADE OLD FICS ❗❗ADD YOUR OWN ANALYSIS IN LONG POSTS❗❗ENGAGE❗❗ INTERACT❗❗ BUILD A COMMUNITY ❗❗

While people don't work for engagement, it certainly doesn't do any harm..

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happy pride to our demi king Neil Josten ily baby (my art for ABaderneiros' demisexual day)

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When I saw “Barkbark dies” as an option in one of those bingo cards for TGR I was like. Haha y’all are so silly. But then we got Barkbark burnt to ashes in TGR. Wdym Barkbark von Barkenstein the cardboard dog DIED??? For real?!

Honestly? That’s the craziest plot twist I’ve ever read

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cody and jean's friendship is genuinely so important to me, because how often do you think cody ever meets someone who doesn't acknowledge their transness on first instinct? because as a trans person, i can guarantee not once in their life has anyone ever been so nonchalant about their pronouns, and then here comes this 6'3 sheltered french man who most definitely has them internally bracing for questions ("they? but you're only one person." "yeah, but what are you really?" "she— he— oops, i mean they. sorry, it's just so hard for me!") but then they meet jean and all it takes is hearing their teammates use they/them once for him to pick it up effortlessly. jean, who's been sheltered in a cult his entire life. jean, who's too afraid of his own sexuality to even look at jeremy for too long. jean, whose native language has little to no accommodations to be gender neutral. jean would be the first person they'd expect to be confused or hostile, and they probably wouldn't even fault him for it if he was. but he isn't. he treats cody like a human being first and doesn't ask a single question as to why he should.

and then there's the other side of the coin. jean is used to his eating disorder being a topic of discussion by this point, and his fixations with numbers and measurements being scrutinized rather than gently counteracted. cat helps by teaching him to cook, and jeremy and laila try too, but even then he's still surrounded by nutrition facts and labels and calculations to lose himself in. but then cody notices, and they keep noticing, and as subtly as possible they start to find tiny things jean enjoys to brighten up his day. they ask cat what fruits he likes and bring him peaches and buckets of strawberries, snacks without a label to lose himself in or visible numbers to panic over. and they don't force him to have them, but they're visibly elated and encouraging when he does, and when he actually enjoys them. jean doesn't make cody feel like a burden for something they can't control, so cody refuses to do the same. they just want to help, to make sure he eats, and to make sure he enjoys eating.

and fuck, dude, i can't stop thinking about them.

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This might be out of character and is kinda unfinished and I also didn't check it for errors but hey, hope it's good and here we go :3

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Practice had started as usual. Warm- ups, drills and a few scrimmages. The only thing different had been the mood.

Most of the time the team was in high spirits and complimenting each other on the court, but finals week had everyone stressed out of their mind. Jean had noticed it first when Cat rolled her eyes at Cody's constructive criticism before brushing them off. That seemed to have been the last straw for most of the team, because shortly afterwards Derek and Jesus got into an argument about the backliner not passing the ball correctly. They were followed by Travis telling Laila she'd miss less goals if her focus weren't elsewhere and Ananya throwing slightly annoyed glances at Pat.

Coach Rhemann had noticed the shift as well and the team was ordered on a water break after just fourty minutes of practice. The break room was filled with an unusual silence that made Jean shift uncomfortably in his gear. Instead of talking out their earlier arguments, most of his teammates withdrew to themselves with a water bottle and their school notes.

Practice resumed after fifteen minutes and nothing had changed in that time. Cat and Cody had managed some sort of making up and Derek had apologised to Jesus, but not much later they had all restarted their earlier arguments.

"Alright, one more scrimmage and I think we'll be done for today," Rhemann yelled across the court. Jean was somehow glad about it. Sure, practice was important, but a team didn't play at their best when everyone was fighting. He knew that now, and being able to recognise the faintest similarities between the Trojans and the Ravens on a good day made him involuntarily shrink.

At the beginning all went fairly well. Nabil and Jeremy each scored a goal and Shane blocked one of Ananya's shots. Then Lucas stole the ball from Cody and threw it into Jeremy's general direction. Jean knew from the beginning that Jeremy wouldn't catch it. Emma was already making a run for it and Jeremy had previously been distracted by his own thoughts. Jean's partner reacted a split second too late, costing him the time he would have needed to get to the ball first.

Emma took it into her net and ran for the goal, but even with Jean and Lucas trying their best to stop her, she scored a goal. Rhemann blew a whistle, the game halted and chatter filled the court. Then Lucas halted all conversation when he threw his racquet on the floor and started for Jeremy.

Jean was behind him in a heartbeat and luckily for Lucas he did not try to shove or punch his captain. He opted for tearing his captain a new one instead.

"What is wrong with you today? If that were a real game, you could have cost us a victory! Good for you that it's your last semester and you're off to somewhere else next year, but maybe don't harm the Trojans' reputation on your way out? He," Lucas spat pointing at Jean, "was bad enough! I want a future as a professional Exy player, you know?"

Jeremy opened his mouth to respond, but Lucas had apparently not finished speaking yet.

"And you know what, with that fail it's a good thing your parents want you off the court and in law school!"

The entire team collectively gasped and then the court got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. For a split second, even Lucas looked surprised at his own words, but Jean's gaze was fixed on Jeremy.

And Jean he thought then that he had never seen his captain so close to a breakdown before. Not when he had told him about the pills, his parent's homophobia and even while talking about Noah Jeremy had looked calmer than right now. Without waiting another moment, Jean was in front of Jeremy and staring Lucas down with anger clouding his eyes.

That worm had no idea about Jeremy's life, or talent or the emotional trouble he was going through because of exactly that: his career.

"You are not better than him, so don't go around telling yourself that you are. Your footwork is sloppy, your passes are slow and calling your playstyle anything but horrendous would be an insult to every actual exy player. If you continue playing like that, you can give up on your dream career because no professional team will ever want you on their court. And how dare you say words like that to your captain? Have you lost all sense of respect?

"You do not know anything about your captain's life either and you do not have the right to tell him that his dreams will not ever come true! Projecting your own failures on someone else to make yourself feel better should be beneath even yourself. So before you ruin other people's day, go study for that exam that you're about to fail and think about your own terrible playstyle, you tedious-"

Jean stopped. Not because anyone told him to, the court was still completely silent, but because he didn't know the English word for what he was about to say. Chewing Lucas out in French would be an option too, but then he wouldn't be able to understand what Jean said and that would be unfortunate.

Without thinking much, Jean spun around and looked at a still shaken Jeremy.

"Jeremy, connard sans talent en anglais?"

His captain was quiet so long that Jean thought he hadn't understood the question, but then Jeremy slightly shook his head. "I will not tell you the translation to that."

"Jeremy," Jean asked once more in a much softer tone," que signifie 'connard sans talent' en anglais?"

When Jeremy just pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head, Jean tried asking one final time.

"Dites-le-moi maintenant, afin que je puisse lui faire la leçon en votre nom. S'il vous plaît."

With a deep sigh, Jeremy finally opened his mouth and answered: "Connard sans talent means talentless asshole in English." While he said it, his eyes were glued to the floor, as if the thought alone of contributing to Lucas' lecture made him feel bad.

"Thank you," Jean replied calmly, turned around and said to Lucas in the same furious tone as before: "Go think about your own terrible playstyle, you tedious and talentless asshole!"

Now it was Lucas' turn to stare speechlessly and after a few awkward minutes, the backliner dropped his gear onto the floor and left the court. The rest of the team' eyes were now nervously darting between Jeremy and Jean, and Cat looked genuinely stunned for once.

"Alright," Rhemann cleared his throat,"Let's end practice here today, yes? I think it's best if you all go study for now."

The End?

Jean tearing someone a new one in English but he forgets a word , so Jeremy supplies the word and Jean keeps going

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Jean tearing someone a new one in English but he forgets a word , so Jeremy supplies the word and Jean keeps going

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Neil please.

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And Kevin answers with "They are dogshit, but that makes them still better than the passes of my current teammates."

Imagining in the future when Kevin is on a pro team (with a bunch of players who obviously aren’t up to his standards, because who is) and he is absolutely laying into them all the time and is always bringing up

“Neil Josten would come to the court every single night and practice these drills and you can’t even do them for fifteen minutes”

“Neil Josten once fired shots with Andrew Minyard in goal for a whole night and blew out his arms just because he was stubborn and you can’t even handle shooting on (insert goalie’s name)?”

“Neil Josten played better than you while he was actively running from the Mafia. You think you have other things on your mind?”

Bonus if after a year or two of dealing with this Kevin’s team finally meets Neil at an exy banquet and tattle on him. And Neil is just “??? You literally texted me two weeks ago just to tell me my passes are dogshit? My team hadn’t even played a game or anything, you had just remembered and felt like bringing it up?”

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The thing about Neil's mistrust of Betsy is that unlike most fictional characters who dismiss psychologists, Neil doesn't write off her profession as quackery, nor does he consider himself well adjusted.

Neil knows he's fucked up. He knows his personality is paper thin, just another layer of papier mâché that he has spent his life trying to keep anyone from cracking open and seizing the calcified corpse of Nathaniel within.

Neil's existence hinges on total control over his own identity and being able to reinvent it on a dime. The idea that someone not only can, but in fact has made a professional career out of wresting that control away from him, cracking open the layers of paper and glue and not reaching for the center but making him look, is nothing short of a death sentence.

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kids these days with "the neil trilogy" "the jean trilogy" "the kevin duology" in my time there was only one gender and it was the foxhole court

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Mobei Jun knows what a transmigrator is.

Stay with me on this- I'll explain. The concept of multiple worlds is a normal thing in PIDW. The human and demon worlds are conjoined but also overlap and occasionally there's rifts that open between them. Multiple worlds? Well there's already two why not more?

Why specifically Mobei Jun? Because he can portal. We don't know how or where he got that skill from (I headcanon it's from his mom, not the Mobei clan directly because we don't see his uncle used it) but it stands to reason that whoever developed this portal magic (also maybe Xin Mo? Who the f made Xin Mo??) would have, being aware of multiple worlds, considered the possibility of someone portalling farther than intended. Maybe some poor bastard even did it before.

Maybe when Mobei Jun learned to portal he got told the cautionary tale of some poor ancient demon who accidentally portalled to a world besides the conjoined PIDW ones and got hit by a train or something.

(Binghe didn't get this warning because he found Xin Mo in Hell's Lost and Found the Abyss.)

So like, he doesn't know the word 'transmigration' but if SQH said, "I'm from another world" he'd just be like, "Oh cool, makes sense."

Heck SQH isn't subtle, maybe MBJ's already figured it out.

SQH and SQQ sniping at each other in English.

LBH, to himself: What're they talking about?

MBJ: Presumably the other world they're both from.

LBH: WHAT

SQQ: WHAT

SQH: HOW

MBJ: ...did you think you weren't obvious?