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The makers of The Untamed really looked their censors in the eye and were like "sure we'll take out that gay stuff", took out the kissing and the love confessions and the sexy stuff from the novel.

And then proceeded to keep all the actual romantic buildup and the sexual tension and the watching in silence, the longing gazes, and the serenading and the duets and the "person A questions his entire world view because of his love for B" and all the fucking longing and I for one think that's very sexy (and gay) of them!!

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andrew and neil cuddle (no one can change my mind on this) and their favorite position for this is basically andrew lying on top of neil. it's like a really really heavy security blanket, neil is enclosed, he's grounded, he's warm, andrew is EVERYWHERE. he basically couldn't feel safer

except they're pretty similar heights, only andrew is approximately twice as wide as neil. so on multiple occasions some fox'll come in and see andrew lying face down on the couch half asleep and go "hey where's neil?" and neil will just meerkat his lil head out from where he's completely hidden under his bf like "yeah what's up?"

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@palmett-hoes thank you for this lovely post about security blanket andrew  (x)

i hope i delivered @foxsoulcourt​

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wymack! and! his! kids!! incredible!!!!!, please make a pt 2

Thank you!! Ask and you shall receive:

Pt. 1

Wymack and his kids pt. 2

Wymack looked down at the kid on his doorstep and asked “Nathaniel are you hurt?”

Neil flinched hearing the name “please don’t call me that”

Wymack sighed and said “alright - kid - are you hurt?”

Neil shook his head and fiddled with the duffel bag on his shoulder, his eyes looking down.

Wymack sighed again and said “okay, well I’ll go get you some towells. You go around to the back and we will get the hose to get most of that dirt off you before you try to track blood through my house”

Neil looked at the blood on his hands and the grime covering his body and said “I’m sorry” before making a slow walk to the back gate

Wymack looked up at the sky and grabbed the bridge of his nose before turning to face his inquisitive family.

As happy as he was to see that Nathaniel was still alive he could deal without this bullshit today with a crowded house

What was he going to tell the kids?

He gave himself another minute before shutting the door and returned to the table. He took a long look at his kids before saying a sentence that would change their lives forever

“He came home” it was said with a small smile while Wymack made eye contact with everyone in the room

The kids mouths were agape as they tried to figure out who “he” was. When they put it together they began to clamour:

“Nathaniel! He’s back” “where has he been?” “Is he okay?” “Is he going to stay with us” the chatter of the voices rose in volume until Wymack hushed them

Wymack says “he’s in the back right now and I’m going to try to get most of the blood off of him before he comes in for a proper shower. Aaron I need you to grab some of your and Andrews old clothes for him to wear. Abby I need you to get the first aid kit because he looks pretty beat up. Matt go and run and get me some towells. I don’t want to alarm you all but you’re old enough to be told: he looks different and I’m not quite sure how much different he’ll be. I don’t know where he’s been or why he was gone, but he doesn’t want to be called Nathaniel anymore. I’ll go out there and help him but I want you all to stay inside for now. Also, for the love of god eat some of Abby’s food she spent so long preparing it.”

“I think it’s best we give him space so I’ll let you all talk to him after he’s had a shower and some food because the kid looks like he’s been through hell and back.”

The kids made a fuss when Wymack mentioned they couldn’t go out but they all moved to help. All but one. A blonde hair boy wearing all black just sat there staring at his plate.

Wymack got the towells from Matt and walked out towards the back porch he turned to Abby before asking her to try and get the kids to eat. “They might be in for a long night”

Wymack went out to the back yard alone. As much as Wymack doubted Nathaniel would hurt any of them he didn’t want to put any of his kids at risk. Plus, Nathaniel looked like he was one startled sneeze away from running.

He walked out into the yard and over to the water hose and Nathaniel who was sitting on the ground with his knees to his chest. Nathaniels eyes were glazed over as he looked off into the distance.

Wymack set the towells down and turned on the hose

“Take off your shoes kid” he instructed

Neil followed his command and sat dejectedly, refusing to look at the house to the side of him

“After your shower you and I are going to have a conversation alright. Hell kid you’ve been missing for years”

“I know. I’m sorry”

“Why come back now?”

Wymack saw Nathaniels eyes fill with tears he wouldn’t let spill

“He uhh... my father he, he killed her. I didn’t know where else to go”

“Should I call the police?”

“No please just give me a day and I’ll be gone”

“Na- kid we don’t want you to leave”

“But I have to”

“How about you give me a day to convince you to stay, huh”

Neil didn’t have a response to that. He was already breaking his mother’s rules just by being here. Not that it mattered much, breaking the rules. She was gone and so he went to the only place he could think of, home.

He hasn’t processed her death yet, not really anyway. He burned the body and left it on the beach. There’s a gap in his memory, but the next thing he knew he was in a stolen car on the way to Andrew’s house (or at least he hoped it was Andrews house). So many years had passed since he walked up those front steps. Neil was terrified to knock on the door. What if they had left? What if they hated him for how he had to leave? It took him a few minutes to gather up the courage to knock on the door. When Wymack opened it, Neil didn’t know what to think.

Wymack and him scrubbed at the blood and soot all over his arms and legs, leaving the clothes on till he could get in a shower. The shoes were left on the ground, ruined. As they cleaned off the grime Wymack started to see scars on his arms and legs, as well as some new cuts that Abby would need to take care of. He couldn’t help but feel a stab of guilt that those scars were his fault. He felt responsible for Nathaniel, even if he wouldn’t want to stay.

They say in silence before Wymack asked “If you don’t want to be called Na- your name anymore then what should we call you?”

“Neil. Neil Josten.”

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AFTG Headcanon

Neil has this little ritual he does whenever he's staying in a new place

first he'll step on every piece of flooring to see where it creaks and where it's safe to step

then he'll find places big enough for himself to his in every room, closets, cupboards, on top of cupboards if he needs to

he'll open every drawer and door to see how slowly he needs to open it

he'll stay up and do this on the first night

so when the foxes go on holiday to another cabin somewhere he waits until everyone goes to bed and then goes on his little adventure

it was in the kitchen that he found Aaron veeery slowly opening the cutlery drawer and then closing it again

when they made I contact they simply nodded because though they did not like eachother still, they could relate on this

"they all squeak when you open them so..."

Neil nodded, "I'll just leave the knives out before bed then"

they nodded again before Aaron left, jumping from one floor board to the other and then going up the stairs, skipping three in the middle

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A Look At Neil Josten’s Snapchat | part 1/?

this started out as an excuse to draw andrew and neil in the cat filter but i got carried away and now im using this series to counter all the angst ive posted (psst look at the captions)

the cat filter and skiing one was inspired by syeda @audreil <3333 

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Neil: Nicky said to me “don’t you dare walk out that door”

Neil: so I went through the bathroom window let’s go

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aaron skating boarding and the rest of the foxes are shocked because he just fucking jumped down huge steps

“Matt,” Dan warned. “That’s not a good idea. You’ve ridden a skateboard twice in your life.”

“It’s 42 steps,” Kevin called, from the bottom of the staircase. 

“Do it, coward!” Allison crowed. 

“No one here is sober enough to be skateboarding,” Renee objected. 

“I am,” Neil piped up from where he sat next to Andrew, their legs dangling from the brick wall. “But I’ve never ridden a skateboard.” 

“Dumbass,” Andrew said, under his breath. Truth was, he hadn’t a clue how to ride one either. Neil grinned at him, momentarily stealing his cigarette and taking a drag. 

It was a Friday night: usually they’d have a game, but tonight they had a bypass, so they were all spending their pent up energy running amuck around campus. Andrew would’ve much rather spent his time in an empty dorm with Neil, but his boyfriend had dragged him out under the pretence of fun and free whisky. 

So, here he sat, making sure that Kevin didn’t fall head-first into a shrub and that Nicky didn’t go off galavanting on his own. Even Aaron was there. 

They hadn’t spoken much, recently. Andrew knew Aaron was busy with mid-years, enduring the eternally busy life of a pre-med student. He looked tired and was still nursing half a beer. His girlfriend wasn’t here either, so there was no reason for him to be around.

“I’m gonna do it!” Matt called, worming his way towards the top of the stairs on his new board. This was going to result in a trip to the ER. So long as it wasn’t Neil, Andrew didn’t care. 

Just before the jump, Matt skidded to a stop and looked down. His dopey smile twisted. “Holy shit, that’s a long way.” 

“Coward!” Allison yelled again. 

Andrew’s twin had seemingly had enough, neglecting his beer and stomping to where Matt stood. 

“Give me the board,” Aaron said. 

“Uh,” Matt responded. 

Aaron took it out of Matt’s grasp and stomped a few feet back. He put it down on the ground and tested it - he couldn’t actually skateboard, could he? - before hopping on. 

Then he was off. The wheels scraped the ground as he skidded past Dan and Matt: he crouched, got air, then balanced on the centre railings. The skid of the board against metal had Andrew gritting his teeth, but he was more concerned about his brother’s idiocy. 

Halfway down the stairs Aaron jumped from the railing, flipped his board, and landed way too close to Kevin. Miraculously, he was in one piece. 

Apparently, Aaron knew how to fucking skateboard.

“Holy shit!” Matt crowed. Aaron found himself in a drunken huddle as Nicky and Matt both yelled at him and Kevin poked him, telling him not to do something like that again. Even Allison was laughing, incredulous. 

“Well,” Neil said, forever unimpressed by anything that wasn’t Exy or Andrew. “That was cool.” 

Andrew hummed. 

Later, as the Foxes reassembled themselves and began the journey back to the Tower, Andrew sidled up to Aaron’s side, in a terrible attempt at subtly. 

“Teach me?” he asked, because he couldn’t count the number of times he’d wished to be like other kids at school, with their toys and their tricks. So what he was 15 years late? 

Aaron glanced at him, surprised at being acknowledged outside of a Wednesday or a scheduled meet-up. “Uh, okay? I’m not that good -”

“All you had to say was yes,” Andrew said, falling back to cut the conversation short. Neil let him fall back in step with him, inching closer as Andrew’s hand slid into his back pocket. 

“Good?” he asked. 

Andrew nodded. 

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YEET

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Okay but headcanon that Neil has zero filter (that we already know) but because Of this he compliments people(Andrew) all the time. Like Andrew breathes and Neil’s there saying he’s beautiful and Andrew jus... doesn’t know how to deal

absolutely!! someone mentioned in the tags of one of my posts that Neil’s love language would actually be words of affirmation and I was so focused on touch-starved Neil that I completely forgot this boy is incapable of shutting the fuck up. I firmly believe that he 100% cannot stop himself from saying every compliment that pops into his head, especially where Andrew is concerned. Bonus points for Andrew getting highkey flustered every single time and snapping at him to shut up and leave him alone

TLDR; yes, this is a quality hc, ur mind...!!

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andrew: i hate you

what he actually means: i feel really deep feelings for you and i wanna protect you at all costs. i will not hesitate to hold a knife to the throat of anyone who tries to hurt you physically or mentally. you make me feel things i didn’t think i could ever feel and i love you neil

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Okay, so apparently I wanted to take a break to write fluff before I got into the really dark scene in the new fic. So you folks get a bit of Armies fluff (HUSBANDS) that I call ‘An Armies Fairy Tale’.

It should be safe other than Abram predicting Andrew’s impending death and his view on Andrew’s detestable cooking choices.

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“Is that… ricotta and marshmallows? With lemon curd?” Abram asked, torn between incredulousness and nausea as he gazed over his husband’s shoulder to see what Andrew was making for dinner.

Andrew gave a slight nudge to his ribs to make him back away. “Mary likes it and you have Pad Thai in the fridge,” he said as he flipped the… the abomination of a grilled cheese sandwich.

“How do you know she likes it? Wait, is that what you made last time while I was off with Jamie?” Abram felt a headache coming on and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She’s going to shoot you when she finds out.”

“She’s not, because Mary’s good at keeping secrets. Now go make sure the table’s set.”

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raymond vs cucumber

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Iroh: People work their entire lives to find spirits and access the spirit world. It has taken years of dedication and study for me to reach the small part of it that I’m able to find.

Sokka, who accidentally steered a canoe to where the Avatar had been frozen for a century and then fell in love with the moon and also spent 24 hours in the spirit world that one time and was the only one who the hallucinations flat-out spoke to in the magical swamp: what, like it’s hard?

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Hamster wheels

Its been going through my head for days. I cant help but keep wondering - how different would Neil’s life have been if his dad had loved him?

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Andrew kissed him like this was a fight with their lives on the line, like his world stopped and started with Neil’s mouth.

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update: tfc is still consuming my soul.

here’s the insp. for half of those:

boiling with hate

the great outdoors

he’s had enough

neil’s defense squad