#kazisatitagain

[kazzyboy]

Andreil and arguing.

So, I’m pretty sure Nora mentioned something about them fighting in the extra content— I could be just making this up, considering I have the memory of a walnut, but apparently they’d give each other the cold shoulder. Again, that could be wrong, but I disregard half of the extra content anyway.

I don’t exactly know what they would fight about. Maybe Andrew kicked the upperclassmen back too hard. Maybe Neil is in a nasty mood and Andrew says something wrong. People are bound to fight, over one thing or another. It could be stupid. It could be Andrew pushing Neil to stand up to Jack. It could be Neil pushing Andrew’s buttons a little too hard. The one thing I do know, however, is that they are both petty as fuck. So, things heat up and snap and there are harsh, biting words exchanged, because that’s how they are, what they were raised (by themselves) into— and then it is deathly silent. Shoulders cold enough to give the rest of the team frostbite. The upperclassmen end up with Neil hanging out in their room more— Dan, Matt, and Allison all expected this would happen, that Andrew would be too hard-headed or violent, but they stay quiet about it, unwilling to beat a dead horse. Renee doesn’t talk to Neil about it, but hangs around him more than usual. Neil is pissed that he has a chaperone, but reminds himself he’s not mad at her. He’s not even mad at Andrew, really. He’s just mad. Instead, Renee (gently) confronts Andrew about it. His gaze is dark— he tells her they stepped on each other’s feet, and that’s just how it always was. Renee takes this and they spar. Andrew is angrier than usual— his blows are sloppy and fueled by emotion. Renee leaves with more than a few bruises, but also with reassurance.

Andrew takes the monsters to Eden’s more, and worries a drink in his hand without ever taking a sip. He spends the nights chewing on a unlit cigarettes, tells everyone who tries to talk to him to fuck off and eat shit. Kevin has to pound on his door in the mornings so they can get back to Palmetto.

It lasts for weeks. The Foxes are getting worried— Wymack asks Neil about it and isn’t graced with a response. Neil is tired, wants Andrew back, but he’d be damned to give in. He survived years on the run and years alone. He didn’t need anybody— especially not Andrew, or his cunning words or his golden hair or his bordering-on-amber eyes. Wymack leaves when the grinding of Neil’s teeth gets too loud.

Andrew gives in first. He goes to the roof, where he knows Neil is because there are gray clouds on the horizon and Neil loves this kind of weather. Neil is sitting there, legs dangling off the edge. His school bag is thrown half-hazardously a few feet behind him, notebooks full of Fox doodles spilling out. Andrew walks to the edge, a few feet from Neil. The cigarette between his lips is unlit. He stands there until the sun starts to slip below the horizon. Practice will start soon. Andrew sits down, a little closer to Neil. If Neil notices him, he doesn’t show it. A couple of minutes pass before Neil moves, slow and gentle, and nudges an unopened bottle of whiskey towards him. Andrew doesn’t touch it, but takes the cigarette out of his mouth, lights it, and sets it on the edge. Neil knocks it off just to watch it go flying.

“That’s a fire hazard.” Andrew says, stomach flipping for a second before he stops watching the cigarette plummet. Neil only hums. Andrew lights another. It’s quiet for a long time, before Neil’s ringtone knocks him out of his trance. Kevin is demanding to know why he isn’t at practice yet. Neil tells him they’ll be there in a second. Andrew’s phone goes off three times before they drag themselves from the roof. They’ll talk about it later, but, for now, there’s a truce.

The Foxes are bad at hiding their surprise when they show up, but no one says anything to them directly as they show up together, practically attached at the hip. Renee offers a smile and Wymack’s voice is less grim than usual as he divides them into teams— Renee, Dan, Allison, Aaron and Matt, Andrew, Neil, and Kevin. The freshman and Nicky are subs.

To no ones surprise, Andrew and Neil completely obliterate the competition.

[kazzyboy]

Can we all agree that being inexperience in sexual spaces doesn’t make someone innocent? Take Neil Josten for example, before Andrew he’d kissed a few girls just barely, but he’d probably killed at least one person before Palmetto and he’d sure as hell hurt many more. It just bugs me that someone could be a full-on murderer (affectionately a murderer, he was surviving) and people make them out to be all “innocent virgin” and, in turn, “cutesy and shy.” Like it just makes my blood boil

[kazzyboy]

Mr. Stadium Man // It’s Been Awhile, Have A Neil

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I JUST REALIZED HE’S HOLDING A WHOLE FUCKING SOCCER BALL IN HIS HAHD???????

LIKE IT MIGHT BE KID-SIZED BUT WHAT THE SHIT

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Love it for Neil that at the beginning of The Foxhole Court he says he doesn’t believe in fate to his future husband on the way to his future found family. You go king, give yourself nothing

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//Drawn Injury + Blood//

Ocean Blue // Mermay Piece

- please for the love of everything unholy click for better res

POV you hear a noise so you snap the fucking harpoon sticking out of your stomach in half in case you need to defend yourself even though you’re literally a giant fucking Tiger Shark and everyone within a 100 mile radius thinks you’re a maniac

GOD THIS TOOK ME SO FUCKING LONG and how do you shade oceans??? Anyway, Tiger Shark Neil. School isn’t gonna stop me from making a least one mermay piece, damnit. I don’t actually think I’ll cram Andrew in, but he def would’ve been a lionfish

[kazzyboy]

Not-Neil + Neil’s Real Looks // Wyd if you can’t find your mom in the Denny’s parking lot at 9pm

Summer is almost upon us and I’ve collected a hoard of references— I plan to make it everyone’s problem so lock your doors and prepare your brooms folks

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Madam Nazar watching me roll up with bags full of shit after I avoided her for two months:

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Loving You Was Red // Captain Danielle Wilds

I am not quiet about how I favor the monsters, but also Dan is god and if you disagree you’re wrong. Went with a little vintage feel for this— I thought red suited her.

Her shirt reads “Cap•tain, /‘keptən/, noun; The leader of a specific group of people, usually aboard a ship or aircraft, who is tired of your shit.” Those are Matt’s headphones, her nails are painted in Fox colors, and she has a Fox-themed friendship bracelet around her wrist.

[kazzyboy]

I love being (somewhat) involved in both the Stranger Things fandom and the All For The Game fandom because everyone is always praising ST and saying Aftg is badly written meanwhile ST is a shitshow in a mainstream trench coat and Aftg is a masterpiece

[kazzyboy]

Me: No I don’t pick up stims from my favorite characters or anything

(That one blooper with Dacre as Billy winking into the camera)

Me, winking: shit

[kazzyboy]

Starting a 125,000 word fic at 10 pm is absolutely not a bad idea at all

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Me? Writing? In the middle of class? It’s more likely than you think

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Thinking about how Neil’s hair was probably so unruly because his mom wasn’t around to cut it anymore

[kazzyboy]

Went through my settings to find the best thing ever today

[kazzyboy]

Me to my favorite characters like

You can be a little unhinged if you want. As a treat.