#neil is allergic to happiness

[xgaymayx]

hay! first post and totally random.

On Instagram there are those little cute Good Omens stickers and when I looked over them I was like: "Hold on! I can do a story out of that!" Well and so I did and decided I wanna post it here on Tumblr. ENJOY ♤

THE END

[exy-shmexy]

Some more wholesome Twinyards for you

Aaron is alone at the library in the (very) late evening studying for an upcoming biochemistry exam. It's a random Tuesday. Aaron is startled by Andrew quietly dropping down on the chair in front of him. He blinks, wondering what the hell his chronically-allergic-to-libraries twin is doing here.

Andrew silently reaches into his backpack—an old discolored black thing Nicky got him when they started high school—and gets his own books out of it as if it were the most normal thing. He pushes Aaron's laptop slightly to the side with a corner of his textbook.

Aaron is too stunned to say anything.

He just watches Andrew splay an array of annotated papers in front of him, settling into his own homework session.

"What are you doing?" Aaron finally manages to ask after a long stretch of silence.

Andrew lifts his head, usual boredom plastered on his face. "Studying."

"You never come here."

Andrew shrugs. Aaron knows it's the end of the conversation because Andrew lowers his head and begins scribbling more notes down as he goes through his set of mandatory readings. Aaron stares, frowning. He tries to get back to his own biochemistry notes, but his brain has decided to stop working.

Andrew should be with Kevin and Neil for their usual evening practice session.

But then it hits him.

"You were listening?" he asks. Andrew looks up again, one eyebrow raised. "The other night, when I was talking with Matt," Aaron continues. "I told him Katelyn would be away for the week with the other cheerleaders. You heard us?"

Andrew sighs in what Aaron is now certain is feigned annoyance. "You don't like studying on your own, you can't focus if there isn't someone else with you."

Aaron blinks. "So you came here to... keep me company?"

"Neil and Kevin are being intolerable Exy junkies together. Nicky is out with Matt and Dan. Renee is... busy with Allison. Unless you made some friends on the football team no one knows about, which is highly unlikely considering you punched one of them—"

"He deserved it."

"—then I don't think there was any other option. Don't overthink it. I just couldn't stand the stickball fanatics a minute longer." And with that Andrew dives back into his coursework.

Aaron is smiling so big it's actually embarrassing. He clears his throat, knowing perfectly well Andrew didn't mean the last part of his statement because he never does anything he doesn't want to do. Andrew is with him because he knows Aaron can't stay focused ifhe doesn't have someone to study with. Usually it's Katelyn, but Katelyn isn't there.

Andrew is.

Aaron goes back to his intercellular communication notes. He loses track of time, and quickly forgets how long they stay in the library together. Once Aaron declares he's done for the night (having noticed Andrew had been done for a whole half hour and was busy getting ahead of his notes), he asks him if he wants to go to the sandwich place close by. His gift. Andrew accepts. They go together, and spend another hour together. They don't talk a lot, but the shared companionship is enough.

When the next Tuesday arrives and Andrew shows up again instead of Katelyn, Aaron is more than happy to clear up some space for his brother at the desk.

When he learns about this, Neil secretly tells Katelyn to give them one evening together away from everyone every week and she graciously accepts

[millportdingo]

TSC Motifs/Themes/Whatever

Dogs

Starved dog, leash metaphors, cardboard dog, obedience. I think Jean represented as an obedient, loyal dog is pretty straight-forward. I think it's interesting that in the extra content, Nora described him as an angry cat when he came to Evermore. He left as a starved and beaten dog. I wonder where this arc goes, though. Like, he takes a chain around his neck from Renee -per Neil's philosophy, is this "collar" his first reason not to slip the [Moriyama investment] leash? Also Jeremy has always wanted a dog. I guess this piece is a little harder for me to wrap my head around, maybe I'm overthinking it, but maybe he's the right kind of [s]Dom[/s] [s]owner[/s] person for Jean. He has the authority "I'm your captain," but he pairs it with an equalizer "I'm your partner". He pushes Jean, but he holds the hard boundaries. He's intrigued by Jean's scoop neck deep blue shirt - I think partly for the personal growth to wear color and partly because it allows him to see Jean's collarbone. He shivers with the sound of "Yes, Jeremy." I wonder if "my mom is allergic to dogs" is foreshadowing his family's reaction to Jean.

2. Safety

Neil's arc was about hope, finding a future in a futureless situation. Jeremy's had an idea of the future, the perfect court, but his big thing is safety. "Safe" and its variations appear in TSC 48 times. This boy is really not asking for much, but Jeremy makes him feel safer which is just too sweet. Also, tighten those screws for safety..

3. Childhood

At the beginning of the book, Jean knows immediately that he is not in the Nest, because he knows every inch of it. He feels like he knows everything about the world and he often insults people by calling them children. His childhood innocence was stolen from him at the Nest, and outside of it, he regains pieces of it. He wonders at the vastness of the world, he learns skills he never had before (shopping, cooking). I had a hard time when I found out he was 19 (ie 14 and 16 at the time of some really unpleasant things). I didn't understand why he had to be two years younger. But the protection and corruption of innocence is a big part of his story. We see that acutely with his sister's story and it allows him to turn on his parents without guilt. The duck/duckling motif is cute too. When he first comes to Evermore, Thea describes him as a little duckling. He associates little yellow ducks with his childhood and baby sister.

4. Air?

Being able to breathe is core to the safety thing. When Jean feels least safe, he can't breathe. One of his earliest revelations about being Riko's pet was the buried alive punishment, and pressing his face against the sparse airholes. Then there's the waterboarding thing. You'll see Jean mentions being unable to breathe when he feels threatened and grabs at his throat. Conversely his happy things include breeze and open sky (rainbow and the open road). When Grayson appears, Jean says he can no longer feel the breeze, and he is particularly disturbed by the neck biting. There are lots of throat and neck things going on in the book too and maybe it's a stretch but burning (ie eating away at oxygen) comes up several times too.

[skylarsblue]

✦Call of Duty Bio Headcanons✦

(I know they have canon ages and heights and stuff, but listen. It's fiction, and I think I know better(/j). You can disagree, but these are my opinions. Also, obviously, not all of the info has changed.)

✧John Price✧

Age: 42 y.o Height: 6'2" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: "Sexy-Is-Sexy" (Or Pansexual) Middle Name: Samuel Likes: Whiskey, vintage radios, old westerns, horses, & mint ice cream. Dislikes: Streaming services, cigarettes(ironic), spicy food, dust, & cottage cheese. Birthday: January 1st Zodiac: Capricorn -Trivia- -Allergic to cats and didn't know until he moved out because his mother had like, four. Grew up around them his entire childhood and was honestly devastated when he realized they make him sick cause he loves'em. -He was definitely a fuck boy in high school/college. Not an asshole one, he made his intentions up front and he was overall sweet, but he didn't wanna be tied down. Ironic given how he ended up wanting the exact opposite later on. -Wishes he took better care of his teeth as a kid. They look great now but he has five fillings in his molars and one (now replaced), silver tooth all the way in the back. Phobia: Amenisphobia; The fear of amnesia Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Kyle "Gaz" Garrick✧

Age: 26 y.o Height: 6'0" Pronouns: He/Him (I heavily support the trans!Gaz HC) Sexuality: Bisexual w/ a male preference Middle Name: Dylin Likes: Hot chocolate, the smell of lavender, coconut, licorice toffee, & nostalgic music. Dislikes: Milk, politics(irony again), Winter, grocery shopping, & spiders. Birthday: September 5th Zodiac: Virgo -Trivia- -Second oldest of four children, the only boy. He's a family man when it comes to his siblings, but not so much when it comes to his parents. Barely present father and a stressed out mother create for a shaky relationship with them. -Cannot cook to save his life. Man lives off of delivery, MREs, and cup noodles. He knows like...four dishes, and most of them are really simple. -Struggles decorating and making outfits cause he likes tons of different aesthetics. Everything from Scene Kid(for his inner teen) to streetwear. His version of housed decor are a bunch of plants. (Fake so they don't die when he's on deployment) Phobia: Arachnophobia; fear of arachnids/spiders. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Dyslexia)

✧Johnny "Soap" MacTavish✧

Age: 29 y.o Height: 5'8" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Omnisexual Middle Name: Neil (heh) Likes: Knickknacks, loud music, punk aesthetic, chickens, & football(aka Soccer for us pathetic Americans). Dislikes: Silence, sitting still, vague answers, being told what to do, & big dogs. Birthday: August 12th Zodiac: Leo -Trivia- -Constantly on & off with a caffeine addiction. He'll do really good about just drinking water, then he'll have one energy drink and he's fucked it all up again. -The scar on his chin is from a dog, the scar in his eyebrow is from a fight he got in as a teenager. He got in a lot of trouble as a teen. -Borderline pyromaniac, honestly. Hyperfixated on fire as a kid and now he's really happy to be a bombtech. Bro loves blowing shit up. Phobia: Cynophobia; fear of dogs. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (ADHD, hyperlexia)

✧Simon "Ghost" Riley✧

Age: 36 y.o Height: 6'4" Pronouns: He/It (Using "it" makes him seem more ominous, which he thinks is fun) Sexuality: Gay or Homoflexible, demisexual/demiromantic probably Middle Name: Achilles Likes: Birds, alternative indie music, dark chocolate, Victorian architecture, & murder mystery books. Dislikes: Snakes, graveyards, the dark(when it's completely pitch black), 99% of physical touch, & fluorescent lights. Birthday: December 30th Zodiac: Capricorn -Trivia- -He'll never admit it but he loves babies. They're super tiny and super cute, and Simon's heart always melts when one's around. Alas, he's also terrified of scaring them or getting attached, so he avoids babies as best he can. Can't have people thinking he's soft. -Makes the best steak in Manchester. Sometimes his seasoning is bland but the meat itself is perfection, you won't find any better. Melts in your mouth every time. It's a steak equivalent of 6 orgasms. It IS an orgasm. He makes great fucking steak. -Isn't fond of pure silence like Soap, but he doesn't often wanna fill it with loud sounds. He has a playlist of softer, more instrumental songs for this. Or he'll listen to nature sounds. He likes quiet, just not silent. Phobia: Taphephobia; the fear of being buried alive. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Autistic, dyscalculia)

✧Alejandro Vargas✧

Age: 38 y.o Height: 5'11" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual (Maybe Poly? He's not sure) Middle Name: N/A Likes: Hot drinks, the smell of roses, his nieces/nephews, physical affection, & cowboy hats. Dislikes: Sweaty palms, tourist-y Americans, caramel sauce, white-lies, & the feeling of glue. Birthday: March 25th Zodiac: Aries -Trivia- -Was with Valeria for awhile, but differences, stress, and Valeria discovering she was pretty gay broke them up. They had some tension, but he wasn't bitter towards her. Until she betrayed them, of course. -Was actually the last of his friend group to lose his virginity. He's a passionate, flirty man, but he's not throwing that kind of trust out willy-nilly. He had a few relationships but didn't reach that point until he was like, 19, about to turn 20. He asked a friend to share the moment with him. ...a close friend. -Cannot function in the cold at all. And his definition of cold is 21 degrees Celsius. (70 Fahrenheit for us Americans) He layers and complains all day, he's got a fuckin' heated blanket. A heated blanket owner in fucking MEXICO. Phobia: Coulrophobia; the fear of clowns Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra✧

Age: 38 y.o Height: 5'9" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual (Also maybe poly but he's very hesitant about it) Middle Name: N/A Likes: Ice baths, windchimes, baked sweets(mostly pie), clean handwriting, & naps on the couch. Dislikes: Cutting onions, heavy blankets, confrontation(with like, loved ones. Not on duty, obviously), slow walkers, & reptiles. Birthday: June 20th Zodiac: Gemini -Trivia- -Super good at singing, but he never does, because he's embarrassed. His mother would often encourage him to sing when he was younger at family gatherings, and now he cringes when someone hears him sing and comments on it. -His house is full of fans. Some rooms have more than one. They're running basically all the time, as well as the AC. Sometimes he has to get a family member to go home and turn them off when he's on a long mission. -He knew Alejandro before Alejandro knew him. When they were kids, Rudy was shy and had some problems with his health(exercise induced asthma mostly), so he didn't go out of his way to befriend other kids much. But he was a people watcher, and Alejandro was the most fun to watch. They actually met because one of Alejandro's friends pointed it out and called him creepy, only for Alejandro to defend him. Then they became super close friends! Phobia: Bufonophobia; the fear of toads Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Autistic, echolalia)

✧Valeria Garza✧

Age: 39 y.o Height: 5'7" Pronouns: She/It Sexuality: Sapphic Demiromantic Middle Name: N/A Likes: Expensive paintings, perfect nail-polish, sandalwood incense, lemon water, & flowers. Dislikes: Shaving, back-talk, tiny text on documents or books, chunky rings, & pineapple. Birthday: January 23rd Zodiac: Aquarius -Trivia- -Has a pull to religious imagery in a darker light because of religious trauma. Roman Catholicism is quite common in Mexico, but her parents were really heavy about it. To the point it makes Valeria bitter over it. She has a rocky relationship with God, but finds Mary comforting. Because when she was brought to church, but wanted to hide, she'd hide beside a Mary statue in a corner. -She has an odd sleep schedule. She often only gets four hours of sleep, but she doesn't seem to be tired at any point. In fact, the more sleep she gets, the more lethargic she is that day. -Her first girlfriend was when she was still in the military. A traveling medic from Italy. Unfortunately, the flame came and went thanks to the medic having to leave. Valeria has moved on, but she does mourn their lost time sometimes and has a little dream of meeting her again one day. Though she knows that's not practical. Phobia: Ecclesiophobia; the fear of church Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Alex Keller✧

Age: 36 y.o Height: 6'1" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Heteroflexible Middle Name: Sebastian (he's embarrassed about this) Likes: Golden retrievers, bad jokes, most seafood, provolone cheese, & hummus. Dislikes: Thanksgiving, the sound of rubbing styrofoam, being told to "do what he wants"(makes him feel aimless), tobacco smell, & overzealousness. (He likes simplicity...excluding his tattoos) Birthday: December 2nd Zodiac: Sagittarius -Trivia- -He doesn't really talk to his family excluding holidays. BUT, he will always keep in contact with his older sister, and his niece by proxy. They're the only two that made him feel wanted in his family. He wasn't abused in his mind, but he wasn't paid attention to much either. He always seemed overshadowed by something/someone, and as he got older, he got tired of feeling like an outcast in his own family. So he slowly drifted away and he goes on the guidance of orders he receives. -Probably born in a small town in a place like Utah. He's got small-town-mid-south manners. But I like to imagine he spent a lot of his time in California too, he seems like he'd enjoy the sun and the ocean. -Picks up languages really quick, somehow. At least, when he's around people that speak it. If he had to learn purely from books, he'd have choppy speech at best. He's fluent in English, Spanish, and Arabic. Also, knows a bit of ASL, but he's still working on that one. Phobia: Lilapsophobia; the fear of hurricanes/tornadoes Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Hyperlexia, SPD)

✧Farah Ahmed Karim✧

Age: 30 y.o Height: 5'5" Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Aliquaromantic Demi-Bisexual Middle Name: N/A Likes: Poppies, motorcycles, pretty much any food with chickpeas, super spicy stuff, and the sky at dusk. Dislikes: Overly salty things, riddles, genuine cockiness, the feeling of rust(that includes on spoons...), & long winded responses. Birthday: July 1st Zodiac: Cancer -Trivia- -Keeps her hair long despite the fact it's annoying to deal with sometimes. Purely for sentimental reasons. To her, it represents the growth she's had as a person. A far cry from the buzz-cut she was forced into when under someone else's control. So she refuses to cut it. -She will never use it, and she despises it, but she's semi-fluent in Russian. Being around it for so long made her pick it up. It works well if she needs to translate, but she'll be caught dead before she speaks Russian. -Honestly can't cook for shit. She doesn't know what the hell she's doing in the kitchen and basically relies on MREs or the skills of others. She's not a picky eater though, and she'll always finish what's put in front of her, even if she's not fond of it. Phobia: Agniophobia; fear of choking Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Konig✧

Age: 28 y.o Height: 6'10" Pronouns: He/They Sexuality: Bisexual Middle Name: Obercht (Bonus)Last Name: Badubrecht Likes: Making bracelets, boxing(watching or doing), soda, heavy metal, & fresh bread. Dislikes: Certain kinds of wool, small cars, low doorframes, having to go to the medic, & the smell of hay. Birthday: March 9th Zodiac: Pisces -Trivia- -Was bullied all through high school for various things. His demeanor, his size, his hair(which was long), his cleft lip scar, etc. It took until he hit the largest growth spurt he ever had in secondary school when people began to stop poking fun, but instead avoid him. He maybe had 2-3 actual friends in his entire life before the military. And even now he mostly has acquaintances, not friends. -Doesn't talk to his mother, she was overbearing and cruel, mostly because Konig looks a lot like his father. He doesn't really talk to his father much because the man is hard to talk to. He's not completely cut off, but they are estranged. Konig's grandma hears from him almost every day, sometimes twice a day. She's a badass in her 90s who has never done him wrong, and he would blow up the entire world if anything happened to her. -Sometimes Konig gets comments that say he's got multiple personalities. (By uneducated people, clearly) Because he seems to switch dramatically between modes depending on time, place, and circumstance. Sometimes he's childish and giggly, cute even. Sometimes he's silent, unreadable, and withdrawn. And on the battlefield he's...inhuman, terrifying, and nothing short of bloodthirsty. Phobia: Equinophobia; the fear of horses. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (autistic)

[ellewritesandrants]

I know a few people have done the Billy has an allergy AU but here’s my take on it. Just a warning that I have no experience with peanut allergies, only seasonal based ones so I may not have the most accurate interpretation of it.

Billy Hargrove’s always been just lucky enough to count his blessings but never lucky enough to consider himself blessed. Case in point, his mom left him but he still had his dad. However, his dad was an abusive piece of shit who didn’t believe in anything science said which meant that every time he got sick after his mom left, the only thing he had to heal him was the power of prayer.

Neil was the kind of bastard who believed that him getting sick was a punishment for being bad so Billy didn’t get to take any rest days, didn’t get to take any medicine unless it was in secret and he didn’t even get to go to the doctor unless he absolutely had to and even then, it was a battle and half before, during and after.

Neil was also the kind of bastard to believe that allergies didn’t exist and that they could be trained away if Billy wasn’t such a pansy. From the moment his 1st grade teacher sent him home with a note about an allergic reaction he had to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich his mom had packed him, Billy had been doomed to a life of exposure therapy, with Neil going so far as to use it as his favorite form of punishment. It might have even worked had it been done right but the way Neil weaponized his allergy made it into a form of torture instead.

When Susan and Max came into his life, Neil was quick to say that peanut butter was one of Billy’s favorite spreads and that he loved peanuts. Every time Susan made something with peanut butter, Billy had to be polite and respectful. He had to eat his portion to respect the effort Susan had put in even if it made his eyes itch and his throat swell. Billy was just lucky that it wasn’t deadly or else he’d have long been gone.

Billy had gotten used to it, even daring to find some tricks that helped it be easier for him to deal with it but unlike the others, he never outgrew his allergy even with his somewhat constant exposure to peanuts. Over time, it never got any easier but life had to go on.

All in all, if asked, Billy would say he has a pretty good handle on it on a day to day basis. He managed to avoid them whenever possible outside of the house and he lives after every time Neil forces him to finish whatever peanut butter filled abomination Susan made for dessert under the guise of pleasing everyone since Max unironically loved anything peanut.

Things got a lot easier when he was able to move out and support himself because even if he was poor, at least he didn’t have to be in pain anymore. He even managed to cook all of his own meals now that he had control so he wouldn’t trigger his allergies. When he and Steve had moved in together, he’d made sure to take over cooking and Steve never noticed the lack of anything peanut related in their house since Billy also did the grocery shopping.

Billy had never felt the need to tell anyone else about his allergies because he was able to avoid it anyway plus Neil would tan his hide if Billy spread that he had an allergy like a wimp. Even after he moved out, he just graciously accepted whatever peanut filled thing was given to him, all too used to pretending he didn’t feel his throat swell and his heart start to pound.

It had been a good year and a half since he moved out and for the first time in a long time, he hadn’t had his allergies triggered. He was feeling good and happy and with his birthday coming up and with Neil long gone out of town, Billy was looking forward to it for once.

It all came crashing down as soon as he had his first bite of the cake. Steve and Joyce had gone all out, even deciding to bake the cake instead of buying it. Billy could taste the staggering amount of peanuts crammed into the cake and the sheer amount had his allergic reaction going on overdrive.

He didn’t have the time to control his choking or gasping for breath and be could only watch as the faces of joy and laughter turned into terror and panic. He could vaguely hear Joyce asking Will to get his Epipen but even that was fading in and out. His ears were buzzing and his head was spinning. He hadn’t had such a bad allergic reaction in years and of course, it would be to a homemade cake made by the people he loved who had no idea about his allergy.

Thankfully, he was just lucky enough to survive even with them bringing him to the hospital as soon as possible. The EpiPen Will had gotten had possibly saved him from going into anaphylactic shock and Billy had woken up to a completely filled hospital room full of worried and tired faces.

“Mom, look! Billy’s awake!” Will exclaimed.

Joyce startled awake, clutching his hand, tears building in her eyes.

“Thank God you’re alright, Billy.”

“How long was I out?”

A warm hand fell to his shoulder but it was a familiar warmth.

“It was just a day but you had us all worried, son.” Hopper said.

“Why?”

“Why? You almost died, Billy. If Will hadn’t gotten his EpiPen when he did, you might’ve been dead. Why did you tell us you had a peanut allergy, babe? Especially one this bad.”

“Neil believes that allergies are for pansies and that you can train them away with constant exposure so he told Susan and Max that I loved peanuts.”

“That fucking bastard!” Joyce snarled.

“What? How did you get through mom’s desserts then?” Max wondered out loud.

“Ice water, a prayer and a few tricks from some books I read. I haven’t triggered it in a year or so since I moved out so it must’ve been detrained or something.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, babe.”

“Well, we won’t know until I ask the doctor. When’d they say that I’d be free to go home?”

“The doctor said you could go today if they finish running the last few tests to make sure you’re fully recovered, but not without an EpiPen of your own.”

“It’s not like it was my choice, Joyce!”

“Still! That Neil Hargrove better stay away from me because the next time I see him, I’ll give him a good kick in the balls and see how he likes that.” Joyce declared.

“And I’ll pretend I heard nothing. Now, I don’t think this was the birthday you were hoping for but once you’re free, we can have a do-over. Does that sound good to you, Billy?” Hopper asked.

“Sure! I’d never say no to another party.”

“Yeah, but this time peanuts are strictly banned. Out of curiosity, is there anything else that you’re allergic to?”

“Well, I don’t really do all that well with dairy if you get my drift. Sometimes, gluten makes my stomach hurt so I tend to eat pretty healthy as a result.”

“We’ll take note of that for the party. Focus on your recovery for now, baby. Don’t think I can’t see you struggling to keep your eyes open. Go to sleep, Billy. We’ll all still be here when you wake up.”

“M’kay. Love you and everyone too. Thanks for being here.”

While Billy is asleep, every peanut product in the Byer-Hopper and Hargrove-Harrington household was summarily thrown out by the Party and Steve put Dustin to work researching gluten free and dairy free recipes for the party they’d be throwing. Everyone was once again made aware of everyone’s allergies just to make sure they didn’t accidentally trigger anyone else.

The party was a huge success and Billy found out what it was like to have a family that cared enough to take his allergies into consideration and to find people who wanted him to be happy and healthy even if it meant they’d have to do more work for it. For once, Billy felt loved and treasured and cared for by the people that surrounded him and he couldn’t be any happier.

[pinkobsessedfreak]

the poets and their pet of choice (aka: dog or cat people?)

(there's ship stuff under the "keep reading" tag and i wrote for whatever ship i could think of hcs for)

neil: dog person. c'mon, neil perry is a walking golden retriever, of course he loves dogs.

todd: controversially, a dog person. he loves cats, but there is nothing like a dog jumping up on you to give you kisses. he seems to like their company more than some humans, occasionally. they're easier to talk to. (todd + therapy dog?)

charlie: also controversially, a cat person. charlie loves dogs, yes he does, but he embodies cat energy. specifically a jaguar. he just loves cats (and wearing cat-based animal prints [like cheetah, tiger]).

knox: dog person. there are no thoughts behind his doe eyes and though dogs can be smart as hell, they can also be dumb as hell, and they just work so well with him. also, imagine him holding a puppy. done.

meeks: cat person. he may be a talkative person, compared to other... nerds, i said it, but the silent solitude a cat provides is perfect for him. he loves that they can curl on his lap when he studies and also try to interupt the studying for his attention but in less distracting ways than a dog.

pitts: dog person. it feels like i can make a "tall person" joke here but just, dogs. actually, i think pitts is allergic to dogs and is so sad that he can be toppled over by a sneeze because of dogs but not by the dogs themselves.

cam: cat person. do i really need to explain? i will regardless. he genuinely thinks any animal would hate him but cats come up to him and he is so confused, but they are also a lot less energetic than dogs, so he can deal with them and their affections easier. he, like meeks, also likes their habits during your own studying.

multishipper madness:

anderperry: as two dog lovers, they would get their first dog within a few months of moving in together. neil knows that todd is it for him, and todd knows the reverse is true, and though the latter struggles with saying it, the dog exemplifies it in ways todd cannot put into audible words. it's a golden retriever, and it serves as the biggest source of comfort for the two of them when things get hard. nights spend cuddling with a pooch hopping onto the couch and subsequently their legs are the best nights for them. todd writes a poetry book about the dog (as todd writes a poetry book about everything, the words never stop spewing from his mind, especially with the infusion of love he feels everyday) and publishes it. dog lovers everywhere adore it.

knarlie: charlie comes home one day with an armful of cats (not kittens, as one would expect. charlie went into the shelter and adopted six of the oldest cats without ever asking a question about kittens). knox cannot say no to him. they baby these cats for as long as they live. charlie does the same thing with two dogs later on in their lives together, and knox is so in love with him it hurts is just as happy to baby these babies until they pass on. knox and charlie and their kids would be the family always surrounded by a thousand pets of different kinds, i wouldn't doubt. there is so much love in that household that it could suffocate you if you weren't careful.

mittsie: because of pitts' unfortunate allergy to dogs, they get a cat, and pitts cannot think of anything prettier than meeks, asleep on their bed, with their cat laying on his hip and purring louder than he believed possible. there's also nothing prettier than meeks laughing as he tries to move their cat off of his arms so he could keep writing whatever paper he was fixing up at the moment. there's truly not much of anything prettier than meeks, in pitts' eyes, and it is only bettered by the presence of a cat with fur a familiar shade of orange. meeks also insists on feeding their cat the healthiest food they can manage, but since meeks cannot be allowed into the kitchen as he can burn water, pitts prepares cute little healthy meals for the cat. they're so in love with each other it hurts.

cherry: neil will walk into their apartment with a puppy in hand the same day charlie gets a cat, but there is no argument over which one they keep. "you got a cat without asking me?" "you got a dog without asking me?" "fair... so we're keeping both?" "char." "yeah, why did i even ask." the cat and dog don't get along the best and neil and charlie both have different ways of getting them to befriend each other. they never figure it out, but one night, something clicks, and the cat and dog become cool as cucumbers. charlie nicknames them the most ridiculous things, and neil thinks it's adorable. neil thinks all of charlie is adorable, even though the boy couldn't take a genuine compliment to save his life, but it works.

chadd: todd and charlie go to the shelter together to adopt an animal and somehow end up with an old therapy dog and two cats, thanks to charlie's pleading and todd's pure love and inability to resist him. todd swore up and down they only had the means for one pet, with their lease and all, but he did not complain at all about the two carriers and one leash they ended up putting into their car and driving home. charlie thinks the therapy dog would be most useful for todd, since he can't always be there for him when he has some of his worse panics, but charlie finds a lot of use in the dog too. their relationship is a lot of healing and these animals only serve to help that. the cats are twins and serve their own platter of chaos. todd writes many a poem about their similarities to his boyfriend: no wonder he picked them out.

camtodd: there's a sale at the shelter, and neither of them plan to get a cat, but by some random chance, they both have a break in their day just long enough to go. the shelter is crowded with families who were waiting on a chance to see the animals, and cam almost leaves because he doubts they'll get to, but they do, and when he sits down on a floor, todd scooting against his side, in a room swarming with kittens, he expects all of them to crawl into his boyfriend's lap. and they do. but then one falls into his own lap and pads around, mewing. then another. and another. and then he's swarmed with cats, something he never believed could happen. he doesn't call it crying, but tears do fall down his cheeks. they adopt the first two cats that crawled into both of their touches. cameron cannot believe he managed to get this lucky, he has no idea how. todd doesn't really know, either, but they are so happy together that it frankly doesn't matter.

kitts: pitts goes to visit knox's family, who are all too excited to meet him: of course, knox's family includes their adorable bernese mountain dog, skipper. pitts is not deathly allergic to dogs, but he came prepared with enough allergy medication to drown a horse. he takes one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening: thankfully they only make him lightly drowsy and not entirely delirious. knox, who had completely forgotten his boyfriend was allergic to dogs, sees him taking the pills and asks, only to be brutally reminded the man he loves can never be a dog owner: he feels terrible, and offers to go home early, but pitts would never end this trip prematurely for the world. when it does end, though, knox suggests they look for a hypoallergenic dog. pitts laughs. they adopt one a few years later.

kneil: knox is one for big romantic gestures, so he figures, after he and neil had been together for three years, he'd celebrate their anniversary by getting a dog. neil had mentioned wanting to get a pet far more in those past few months than he had the first two years of their relationship, so knox took the logical leap. when he comes home on their anniversary with the cutest dog he could find, neil is just... totally in love with him and the dog and he can't believe it. his boyfriend knew how to take hints, but he did so in the dorkiest ways, sometimes, especially since neil thought his disappearance the entire day meant last-minute anniversary preparations (it did. the dinner neil was expecting would come later that night. along with the proposal, but adopting a dog, for the two of them, was likened to a marriage proposal, so neil sees it coming before knox even has the chance to ask.)

carry: cam is the one to surprise neil, this time around. sort of. though everyone else is great at surprises, cam is constantly worried that the other person won't like it, so the moment he seriously considers getting a pet to try and bring more comfort into their lives, he asks neil. neil is all too quick to agree, and they have a cat by the next week. cam made sure, time and time again, that neil was okay settling for a cat instead of a dog, because he could handle a dog, he could, but neil did not think he could handle a dog (and the sharp cacophony of their barks) all too well, so they take home the large white cat that curled up in the brunet's lap and fell asleep while cam was sifting through paperwork at the shelter. this cat brings them comfort at their roughest times, when human touch and words are too much for the mind, as well as many happy memories.

parlie: pitts' allergy stikes again, though not to his boyfriend's dismay, and after much deliberation over whether they could handle a pet together, their question is answered for them when a kitten appears on their doorstep and they immediately take her in. watching your partner nurse a little kitten back to help is the most adorable thing to watch, they'd both agree. it makes them think about the impossible. once the kitten is healthy and older, they love having cooking competitions to see whose food the cat likes more: it's an even split, since pitts can cook amazingly and with heart while charlie creates on instinct without any semblance of intent and yet still produces beauty. the cat doesn't mind and lives heartily on both of their delicious productions.c

gingersnaps: they are totally the couple to get a dog that is almost as tall as the both of them and take them for walks all around town. they are both cat people, a fact that cameron mentions the moment meeks sees the puppy and cameron knows they are going home with a dog. the worker at the shelter warns that the dog is going to grow tall, sending cautious glances at their nowhere-near-six-foot selves, but they shrug it off. the dog does grow quite big, and they just barely manage to keep them adequately contained and healthy on top of maintaining their own health, sanity, and savings, but they make do. meeks tends to get attacked with kisses by their very tall dog often while he's trying to relax on the couch, and cameron tries to help him, only to get "attacked" as well. their rest only comes when their puppy tires out and falls asleep and they can curl up in each other's arms, notably covered in dog slobber as they do.

meekx: to combat knox's usual big romantic gestures, meeks is the one this time to surprise knox with an animal. he gets a puppy with eyes the same shade of brown that he's seen in the eyes he's come to fall in love with. knox is almost moved to tears, and he hugs his boyfriend and their dog close to his chest when he first sees them together. there's something so endearing to him about seeing meeks attempt to hold a squirming puppy in his arms, and knox presses several kisses to his curls and to the puppy's adorable head once he pulls away from the hug. this new love is fast and immediate, kind of like how the two of them fell in love in the first place.

a bundle of nerds: their dog, because even with two cat people, they end up with a dog, has bronze fur, increasing the number of orange-haired dorks in this grouping to three and leaving the sole brunette outnumbered even further. they let the dog onto the bed at night with the three of them, though it was already a squeeze before, since pitts tends to be colder than the cam or meeks and they need to supply for the lost heat. pitts finds it easiest to play with and "wrangle" the dog when they're being a tad too energetic, but meeks has a way with training them, and cam has a way with soothing them, that perfectly balances their care and love between all of them. pitts buys a gross variety of different toys for the dog, and cam and meeks love watching their boyfriend play with the dog from their porch/balcony, while simultaneously falling even more in love with him, if that were possible.

mittsiedd: college and career life is tough, and as everyone starts working later hours to try and provide in the grueling and failing economy, they start spending less time together, and todd's and pitts' anxiety starts to worsen. they're typically together for the hard nights, pitts silently holding todd as he gets him to mimic what he can remember from his own therapy sessions while he does it for himself, with meeks trying his best to provide comfort from his graveyard shift with whatever he can think of. when his coworker tells him that her cat had a litter and she needs to rehome the kittens, the answer to his problem bursts into his head as if it had been obvious the entire time. he does ask first, though, and todd, who had a calm night, easily agrees, as does pitts, with the little convincing it took of meeks saying "studies show that petting an animal can lower your blood pressure." cuddles with a kitten do not supplement cuddles with your lovers, but the cat really does help them make it through this tough stretch of their lives.

camderperry: cameron has always been afraid of getting a pet with neil and todd, because he thinks their mishmash of a relationship will not last as long as the animal's life. todd and neil disagree. enter: mx. whiskers (charlie, a part of the entire plan to get cameron out of his goddamn head, c'mon, didn't he see how annoying it was in school, was responsible for the name). cameron admits to breaking out in a stupid sob when he comes home form work to a text saying "surprise!" and a cat bundled in todd's arms, because its there, its real, it means something. neil pulls him into his arms before he can start bawling, which he still does, and todd immediately supplies him with the kitty, and suddenly, for a moment, a long and dear moment, everything is right in the world. the cat snuggles into cam's arms, and he rests his head atop of their warm head, and todd presses a soft kiss to his cheek, followed by neil planting a kiss to the both of his partners' foreheads, and everything is good. everything is right.

polypoets: it is hard enough to coordinate anything when seven people are all dating each other, let alone attempt to decide if they should get a pet, as it involves feeding, grooming, play, and vet schedules which are tough to dictate between two people as is, but somehow, the poets manage. at first, when they decide to try and see if they should get a pet, they cannot agree on what type of animal to get ("four to three. we win!" "we can't get a dog, knox! what about ger's allergies?" "i'll be fine, but i don't think we should get an animal until we have our own place together." "this three bedroom apartment isn't enough?" "we can barely afford rent without the pet fees." "oh fuck, i forgot about those." "we can afford rent just fine." "not with pet fees.") they get a fish for their first attempt at pet parenting while still in that apartment. it goes... about as expected: chaotic but surprisingly well. cam and todd are in charge of creating the schedules, neil cleans the tank, meeks is in charge of health, knox and charlie make the fish do dorky tricks while they do their feedings, and pitts keeps track of their supplies. when they do get their own place, a house with a huge primary bedroom that seems as big as the average studio apartment but with enough space for all of them plus some, they get a cat. and then a dog. and another fish, for old time's sake. the schedule is pretty much the same, give or take some semantics. they all grow old together, happy and in love with each other and with these dorky pet additions to their family, okay?

[kiwiaok]

aftg college au where neil is somewhere on the ace spectrum and absolutely head over heels for his roommate andrew. the problem is, andrew is seemingly allergic to any romantic advances and instead spends his free time fucking his way through literally half of the student body. neil is desperate to have andrew in any way possible so he convinces himself he could be fuckbuddies with andrew. he just has to get over himself first, has to force himself to be okay with sex. he needs to learn how to swallow the disgust and despair that sex makes him feel. and he doesn’t want to do this with andrew - neil knows his past and he’d never put andrew through witnessing neil breaking down over sex with him. so instead he finds someone, anyone, to get it over with, except it’s so much worse than he expected so in the end andrew sees him shatter anyway and he does his best picking up the pieces. after shovelling aside an insane amount of guilt and fear, they talk and it turns out that drew was interested in neil the entire time, he just didn’t want to push since neil said he doesn’t swing. and they get together. maybe neil never wants to have sex or maybe some day he does and he learns that sex can be good, as long as it’s with andrew. either way they’re in love and okay and happy bc I love them and I want them to find their peace

[jtl-fics]

hello! happy late wip wednesday! WTNV au?

Short Ideas

There’s a man who is indescribable standing there with a smile that is too big, too inhuman, and he’s wearing an orange sweatshirt with Josten #10 on the front that is not official Palmetto merchandise.

“Cecil!” Neil’s smile is bright and immediate as if he’d never known hurt from a family member showing up after his game. This man’s smile grows impossibly larger and he opens his arms for Neil to run into and Neil does run into Cecil’s arms.

The man wraps Neil up and twirls him around in the hug before he pulls back, "Aren't you allergic to the color orange?" he asks.

[ilovehimbos]

hii!! i rlly want to ask for some dead poets' allergies hc!!

i rlly rlly think cam's deadly allergic to strawberries & peanuts. & lactose intolerant.

AND meeks' allergic to bees (despite he loves them) & nuts. and he has seasonal allegies too.

IDK IT JUST MAKES SENSE TO ME!!

hi girl! yes ok i have such strong feelings about this and i think i've talked about this lightly before! the poet's allergies!!!!!

cameron is 100% without a doubt deathly allergic to strawberries and he's really mad about it bc he absolutely loves the smell of them.

he'd probably be the slightest bit allergic to some specific type of nut, like cashews but he pretends he doesn't bc he thinks its embarrassing to have a nut allergy LOL

i've actually made a kinda comic panel over the cameron being allergic to strawberries hc bc i love it sm!!!

honestly, i think todd wouldn't be allergic to anything and he'd secretly consider himself superior. but then he'd find out later in life that oh that's why i always got a rash when i ate that.

maybe allergic to bananas and he's actually happy bc he fucking hates them.

neil is allergic to penicillin, i can feel it in my bones. his parents found out when he was a baby and he always gets anxious in hospitals and has to tell them like a million times in case they suddenly forget.

he's also allergic to horses which makes him really sad.

meeks is allergic to bees, nuts and eggs. he was really upset as a kid when he couldn't eat eggs amd always drooled over cartoon eggs, he was so jealous.

charlie is allergic to seafood and it infuriates him so much bc he really wants sushi. he's so bad that he'll try to steal other people's food even though he know he can't eat it.

cameron has to constantly smack him away from fish and shit.

knox has an intense peanut allergy, like deadly allergy. he has to carry an epi-pen but he constantly forgets it and bro is literally gambling with his life on the daily.

meeks, todd and cameron all have seasonal allergies and their hay-fever is so bad.

if anyone is lactose intolerant, it is pitts, that man has it. that being said, he sometimes likes to just eat dairy in the moment and always says "that's a problem for later me"

later him hates past-pitts.

[capcavan]

7, 9, and 11 for your tag game 💜

nah love i need you to answer all of them but yeha only fair i do mine to lul

What is your favourite character in the Foxes? I don't really have favourite there i think Neil will be my favourite in future right now it's Renee

And favourite in the series aside form this one? I will let you guess

Drop your beloved head-canons about both! Renee does not in fact believe in god she participated in Christianity for sense of community it gives her, Riko is deathly allergic to peanuts and wishes he was born a girl but not in the trans way. He just know his life would be better if he wasn't a man. I also feel very strongly about him having adhd/bipolar .

Fic(s) you are always happy to recommend or fic tropes you will always read. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12283962/chapters/27922614#workskin Little Boy blue , I generally can be baited into reading any fic where riko is treated with bit more nuance than flat line Disney villain. I adore extreme hurt with happy ending

Which of the books is your favourite The foxhole court i enjoyed this story much more without seeing it's full development also loved Kevin much more before he was pushed aside, my first idea of what this story would be was much different .

Opinions on AFTG audiobook release? Worth a listen juts to laugh at girls voices , but i adore Renees soft tone in it, I think it,s main reason I adore her sm actually.

If you write/draw/create aftg stuff, what is your favourite work of yours?

i adore this fan art a lot bc it,s funny light hearted has clever joke that references rikos obsession with court numbers and has fox jean and riko on it + riko kind of looks like girl here and i think it's very hot look on him

welp the numbers got fucked

Favourite event/plot point in the books Foxes reaction to seths death and seth death, it set really god tone for rest of the story and was the only event that genuinely surprised me bc i did not expected anyone from hero team to drop dead

Least favourite part of canon (can include Extra content) The fact that both foxes and ravens are groups of abused individuals but one word ,, mafia" is enough to put blame for all bat things on riko only even though he was pawn to his caretaker the way she wrote jeans abuse list it feels excessively edgy for sake of begin edgy i find nothing deep or sad about this i can also write down random list of numbers and attach to it words like rape and broken bones

If you could sent Nora an ask and get answer, what would you ask about? i wouldn't ask about anything bc her giving me answer i'm not looking for would feel bad

If you could make an idea of your choice canon to aftg, what would it be? I'd have a riko make a joke about how foxes should be in prison by now considering they are dressed the part (orange) (and most of them broke the law) id also replace neils car lighter burns with something else bc they are annoying to draw

Feel free to share some random hot takes if you like Andrew "murdering" their abusive mother is creepy as fuck and her being abuser or him only teenager with not fully developed brain is not really making this any less creepy and i enjoy his character because of this I don't mind aaron being homophobic , i'm cool with those character being murderers abusers and bigots , it's fictional characters they had not hurt anyone in real life so i don't really care about their fictional flaws and enjoy interacting with their content all the same I don't like only one of the foxes and i don't think this fox should be part of this team i don't really care about story and whatever, it's my personal bias so discussing it deeper makes no sense unless you want to unpack my past and all people who lead me to feel that way rlly

[belovedharringrove]

so i made a post saying that if you want proof that billy is abused by neil, that you should watch the scene where neil's asking him where max is with an abuser (but, like. don't actually do that if you can avoid it) and @sonneillonv asked to see my perspective on it.

okay so start this off properly

TRIGGER WARNING

there will be discussions of abuse to both a real person (me) and a character (billy).

i'm putting my thoughts in order as i write this so this may either be extremely short or very long.

right. i am 21 years old and i work and make my own money, and during all these years i have been abused physically, verbally and let's say financially. the physical abuse has slowed down but from the time i was 6-7 to when i was about 17 my father abused me physically almost every day, sometimes for what i considered to be the dumbest reasons but he considered to be disrespect. my dad worked in construction his whole life so he didn't have the lightest hand in the world either.

when i watched s2 e8 (correct me if i'm wrong but i believe that's the episode) i was with both of my parents.

in the episode, billy's getting ready for a date and neil knocks on his door demanding to know where max is, start insulting him, etc.

the moment i saw nail hit billy, i immediately went "see? billy lashes out at everyone because he's being abused. that is abuse." and my 60 year old father immediately disagreed with me. he said that no, that's not abuse, but billy was being disrespectful and maybe if billy had spoken better to him, neil wouldn't have had to punch him, billy could've gotten away with a slap to the wrist!!! which is a form of manipulation that he's used with me before. you know, the apologies that go "i'm sorry i yelled at you in public, but if you hadn't pissed me off i wouldn't have had to scream at you!".

then we get to the part where neil asks billy to repeat himself and i say "that's a tool that abusers use as a way of holding power over their victims" and my father once again disagrees with me. says that sometimes as a parent, you need to ask your children to repeat things so "the lessons stick better" and "they don't keep making mistakes". when i asked what mistake billy made, he floundered and then said billy lost max and when i pointed out that, in me and my older siblings case, we could both be home at the same time and be none the wiser because we're always in our rooms. perhaps the same thing can happen to billy and max? y'know, because they're humans and billy can't be expected to helicopter over a moody teenager the whole day unless he wants her to throw her skateboard at him? he just got quiet and told me to shut up.

then we get to the part that billy goes to the byers' house and he gets into a fight with steve. when max grabs the syringe and injects billy with the medicine, i say "she shouldn't have done that, that was very dangerous thing to do. billy could've died." and my mom says "but they were using that to put will to sleep, it wouldn't have hurt him." i then have to explain that we don't know billy's medical history. he could've had an allergic reaction to the medicine and simply just died. i am 100% certain that none of them have cpr training or even would've known what to do if that had happened. then they go and take billy's car, leaving him drugged and with no mode of transportation.

at this point my father is not very happy and says "well, billy is a grown man! if he hated being abused so much, he could've just fought back!" and- no. he couldn't.

billy looks like a grown man because dacre montgomery was around 23 years old in 2017 when season 2 came out and, let's be honest, the man is pretty fucking fit. but billy was a teenager. only 17 years old. it's not he didn't want to fight back, it's that he couldn't.

as a 21 year old, i have my abusive father financially dependent on me while he waits to be retired. i could easily deny him a single cent that he asks of me but i cannot. not because i'm incapable, but simply because my mind goes 'he's your father, he raised you, he loves you, do you really wanna turn into him? he did his best while raising, he wasn't perfect but who is?' and that's only a few of the thoughts that go through my mind. billy is 17 years old and similar things probably go through his mind, plus maybe 'i don't have anyone' because max proved she doesn't care for his wellbeing back at the byers house, susan wouldn't come to his defense and neil is his abuser. he's far from california, he has no friends and no other family. he's completely alone.

i really hope this made sense and i put it in a way that people understand. i am emotionally drained now because this is a difficult topic to breach for me, but if you have any questions or need me to clear anything up, just reply or send me a pm and i'll be happy to answer.

[yourpaceangel]

Got the fantastic opportunity to see @neil-gaiman at the Long Center in Austin last night. He read poems about Batman and about war, read us Click Clack The Rattlebag and Chivalry, told us stories that answered questions we asked on notecards. It was a wonderful time, surrounded by people who all love the same things and people who were just discovering all the things there are that can be loved.

I remember being 5 years old, sat crosslegged in a circle as my kindergarten teacher read soft and melodious from Where The Wild Things Are, my eyes wide and mouth agape at the wonder of hearing words in a fashion that until last night I had never felt again. Sitting in the sixth row, hands curved around a stack of books I’d waited an hour to buy, I remembered the simple joy of hearing good words, hearing someone you love tell you things that make you smile and laugh, unburdened by adulthood. Swaying in my seat like I once did as a child, leaning my shoulder into the person next to me as we shook together, enraptured, excited, and momentarily children once more.

I had thought about my question for weeks, honestly. What do you ask a man who’s answered so many questions before? What did I want to learn? Something personal? Something professional? In the end I went for both, asking what, if anything, he listened to when writing. Things with good words, he’d answered, then when that finally became distracting he’d said film scores that were gentle and repetitive, or something in another language. (Something I want to try, when my writing stops feeling like a cramp in my chest.)

Someone else - a teacher - asked for advice on when you feel stuck, to which he remarked that he enjoyed the phrasing as “stuck” implies that it is something you can fix. You can become “unstuck”, unlike “writers block” which feels more like something overwhelming being forced upon you. He gave advice that I enjoyed, either keep writing your way through the stuck feeling or put what you’re working on aside and look at it again later. Then, he said, and this was advice so simple and genius that I had never heard it before, read it again as a reader and not as a writer. He went on to say, however, that if you were a student working on an essay it was probably best to just keep writing.

Others asked about bad writing advice (which prompted an anecdote about a teacher who’d told him as a teenager to keep his head down and stop trying to stand out so much), his favorite teacher (who’d gone on to become a published author herself), how he was (fine, though he wished he’d been getting more sleep), what his favorite taco was (and this was a very Austinite question, though his answer was fish taco), and why eating pirate stew made you into a pirate (from a fan, age 6, who was my absolute favorite).

Afterward, many of us milled about in the grass outside, taking pictures of friends and the downtown skyline, lit up like Christmas. I sat in the grass, a poor decision as I’m horribly allergic, and ran my fingers over the pages and spines of my new books, talking to my friend about how happy I was. How happy we both were. How happy all of us, collectively, a community, were. There was light enough to read by, and I barely restrained the urge to pull out a pen and a highlighter from my purse and get straight to the heart of one of my new purchases. Instead, I people watched and smiled a strangers who I didn’t know but knew that I loved, and was grateful to have once been a child that loved words so much that they became an adult who loved them still.

[grayeyedandroid]

Tag 10 people you want to know better

thank you for the tag @thane-emblem !! :)

Relationship status: single! I just went through a pretty horrible breakup so I don’t see that changing any time soon. I’m just really happy to have the friends I have right now :)

Favourite colour: blue-grey and pastel pink !!

Favourite food: oh this is a hard one…. food as in a singular food item I’d say grapes (particularly green, but red is fine). for food as in a meal, I’d say soup :)

Song stuck in your head: 600 pillows by Ben & Alfie

Last thing you googled: ‘is grey a color?’ <��- yes this was for the color question. I vaguely remember being told that white and black are not technically colors but shades, and I was curious what that meant for grey. The answer I got was not at all conclusive. Some say grey is a color and others say it’s not. Thank you, internet

Time: about 7:40 pm as of writing this

Dream trip: I haven’t had the chance to travel much, so pretty much anywhere that I haven’t yet been.

Last book you read: technically reread, but Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. I had to stay at the hospital overnight, and being the overpacker I am, I brought four books. I ended up reading and completing three of the books (so, really didn’t actually overpack as much as I thought).

Last book you enjoyed reading: Good Omens :). The situation I was in while reading it wasn’t exactly great, but it still was a pleasant read and great distraction.

Last book you hated reading: Bonobo and the Atheist by Frans de Waal. I wouldn’t exactly say I hated reading this book, but I would say it wasn’t a read I particularly enjoyed. I read it for research purposes for an anthropology paper I was writing at the time. I’ve read some other books written by Frans de Waal, and I didn’t have any problems with them. This book just fell flat for me for whatever reason.

Bonus:

Favourite thing to cook/bake: I really enjoy baking :). With all the allergies and food sensitivities I have, it can be really hard to find something to bake that I can eat myself (body doesn’t like flour and I’m allergic to all the substitutes 😎). So, I tend to bake for others when I do. Challah is definitely one of my favorites :).

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: hmm…. I wouldn’t say I do things that are considered crafts?? I do a lot of art and writing but I’m not sure if that’s what this question is asking about. I do really enjoy sewing, even if I’m not that good at it and don’t do it often. I like making smaller things, like plushies or pillows.

Most niche dislike: candy corn. hate it. hate it with a burning passion

Opinion on circus(es) now and in history: uh!! idk. I, don’t think I have enough information to adequately answer this question?????

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: absolutely zero sense of direction. none. i will get lost in a completely familiar area. there is no place that is immune to my complete lack of a sense of direction. the only exception is driving. for some, odd, odd reason, I can sense where I am if I’m in a car. however, if I’m not in a car? completely lost. zero idea where I am: ever. I once got lost in a parking lot trying to find my car (I had just gotten out of my car…….)

Tagging: @wlwlaurenelizabeth @hellfire371 @rose-coloured-angel @skeletonwormz @danceintheskies @nymphbus (if I tagged u you’re probably either an irl friend, mutual, or someone I tend to see in my notifications :))

[specialagentlokitty]

Melendez x teen!reader - it’s okay

Hello!! I was wondering if you could do a sequel to that Melendez fix you made? Where it’s just him and his new child just bonding? real cute shit ya know :]] - @ch8rrybl0ssoms 💜

Part two:

You weren’t sure what to do when Neil brought you back to his home.

You sat on the floor in front of the couch and just looked around. He did have a nice apartment, it was nicer than your parents house.

“(Y/N)?” He said softly.

Looking up, you watched as he crouched on the floor nearby and smiled over at you.

“You can sit on the couch.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Getting up, you moved yourself into the couch and he did the same thing to the chair on the other side of the table.

Neil understood you needed space, and he didn’t want to overwhelm you too much with all the new things.

“I’ve gotten the spare bedroom made up for you, would you like to go out tomorrow and pick things out to decorate it?” He asked.

“I’m allowed to decorate my room?” You asked.

The pure shock in your voice broke his heart, you were a teenager and you were never allowed to decorate your room?

“Of course you are, it’s your space you can do whatever you want with it.” He smiled.

You have a small smile and nodded your head.

“Okay.”

“Want to see your room?”

“Okay.”

You got up and followed behind him as he lead you towards the guest room.

You were curious when you entered it, you didn’t stray in too far.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Neil whispered.

He made his way to the far corner of the room leaving you enough room to explore without having to worry about him.

You slowly looked around before you started to move, walking over to everything to look at it properly before you made your way to the bed.

“Can I sleep on the couch?”

“If that’s where you want to sleep then sure, but this is your bed.”

You nodded and made your way back to the couch.

That was the best night sleep you had gotten in years, when you woke up you didn’t want to stay awake, you wanted to go back to sleep.

Hearing someone whisper your name you opened your eyes.

“It’s breakfast time.”

Nodding, you got up and followed him towards the kitchen.

You stared at your food.

“It’s okay, I made sure it’s something you can eat. I know what you’re allergic to.”

“This is mine?” You asked in disbelief.

“Every last bit.” Neil chuckled.

You quickly ate all the food in front of you, partially out of hunger and partially out of fear that he was going to take it away.

Once it was all gone, you put your dishes in the sink, washed them up then turned to Neil again.

“I have a few days off to let you settle in, what do you want to do?”

“I can do anything?”

“Yup.”

“Can we go to the fair?”

Neil nodded and you were practically bouncing with excitement in the car as he drove you over.

Neil couldn’t help but smile, he was so happy to see you smiling for once.

You weren’t having to worry about being in the wrong or left out.

All you needed was some space and time, and he knew you were going to grow up to be a wonderful adult, and he was happy he could help with that

[laughincryintumblinmumblin]

The boys as things I do:

Neil:

Shakes profusely after a cup of coffee

Has a playlist for everything

Won’t do homework but will write an entire musical about Cleveland

Impulsively makes chocolate cake every week

Takes pictures of himself every time he cries

Draws his enemies in satirical drawings

Todd:

Incorrectly lights incense

Knows the years of every movie released

Has perfect comebacks but stutters when saying them

Constantly picks at his skin

Laughs at pictures of Marylin Manson

Was incoherent as a toddler

Charlie:

Huffs acrylic monomer

Obnoxiously opera sings

Squeals at songs that make him the slightest bit happy

Watches Pulp Fiction on repeat

Has Ezekiel 25:17 memorized

Has choked on a hanger before

Knox:

Has music stuck in his head 24/7

Has painted their nudes

Thirsts over Doofenshmirtz’s daughter

One time ate a power cord that was plugged in and got electrocuted really badly

One time his parents made cauliflower pizza and he stuck out of the house with a can of tomato soup

Meeks:

Has perfect pitch but only for C and B flat

Drinks straight lemon juice

Drums the same exact rhythm on his fingers every time

Absolutely hate Amy Schumer with every bone in his body

Photoshops random things

Pitts:

Smokes paper towels cuz no one sells weed in my area

Jokes about burning down annoying people’s houses

Despises sports

And physical activity for that matter

Burned out in 8th grade

Cameron:

Is deathly allergic to almonds, cashews, walnuts, hazelnuts, and pecans but eats them anyway

Can spout random ass facts

Looks through Gap magazines from 2001

Can draw realism but can not draw a cartoon to save his life

Wants to be a writer but has a small vocabulary

[hargrove-mayfields]

Harringrove April Day 10- Peaches

“Here kitty, kitty. Come get your goddamn treats.”

Billy’s on his knees in the backyard, his face pressed into the ground as he reaches blindly under the shed for the orange and white cat who moved right into their yard. She had babies in their empty doghouse last spring, but even now that the litter was all grown up and wreaking havoc on the neighborhood elsewhere, mama kitty refused to leave.

It wasn’t like her being there ever particularly bothered Billy, she was outside, he was inside or not home at all, so he didn’t see why it mattered that she wanted to sleep on their porch every now and again.

At least not until Neil said he’d put antifreeze in the cat food Max left on the porch if he caught her digging up Susan’s flower beds again, and Neil Hargrove had never made a promise he didn’t intend to keep, so then it was absolutely necessary that Billy get to this cat first.

Everything else, he’d already tried, hiding the food inside, which Max, oblivious to Neil’s threat, had put right back the next morning, putting oranges and mothballs and everything else that was supposed to repel stray cats in the garden, but everytime, the cat came back. She wouldn’t stay away.

So this was his last resort, getting scratched to shit every time he got close to her, over extending his shoulder from reaching so far under where he’d cornered her, and getting covered in dirt, all just to catch some poor little flea bag.

It’s hot outside, he’s bleeding, and he just wants to catch this stupid thing so whatever Neil does to her won’t be on his conscious, but he’s done. He rolls over onto his back, out of breath and holding his hand up to assess the stinging red scratches all over it.

And what do you know, the moment he’s given up, the little shit crawls out and just sits right on his chest like she wasn’t tearing him to shreds a second ago.

He chuckles, something between frustration and genuine amusement, tipping his head back on the grass and sighing. “So you gonna let me help you now, kitty cat?”

He brings his hand up to her and she bumps her head against it, and already he’s starting to figure her out. Like him, it seems miss kitty here trusts on her terms and hers alone, and it’s claws out if you try to push her boundaries.

Actually catching her wasn’t really something Billy thought he’d be able to do, so he didn’t have a plan now that that had happened. He pets down her back, feeling every last one of her vertebrae as he does so, and says absently, “What are we gonna do with you now, pretty kitty.”

And that gives him an idea, as to where he could take her far far away from his dad, and that's Steve’s house all the way over in Loch Nora. A pretty kitty for his pretty boy.

He picks her up off his chest so he can sit up without her running away, her claws digging into his shoulder protected only by a tank top thin enough that she digs right into his skin. But even though she’s holding on for dear life, she’s not fighting him, so that’s a good sign.

He stands up with one hand, the other still supporting the cat, and he gets to work on getting her out of here before Neil can get home from work and throw a wrench in his plan.

Max had bought and borrowed from Dustin all kinds of food and toys and beds for the spoiled porch cat, which was part of the reason why Neil was so bothered by her so much in the first place, so he carries her inside and calls for Max to help him get all that stuff together so he can take her to Steve.

They get it all in a box that Max carries to the car for him. Before he gets in, the cat now standing on his shoulders, she asks, “Where are you taking her?”

“A friend.” He answers simply, and Max scrunches her nose, asking, “Why?”

“Neil’s allergic, asked me to do something about her leavin’ her dander everywhere.” He lies and, judging from the look on her face, Max knows it’s not true, but doesn’t really want the full story anyways.

The entire time in the car, the cat climbs on the back seats screaming her little head off, and Billy’s not sure if she’s afraid or if getting her out of the elements just unlocked some part of her personality he had yet to see. Either way, he feels ridiculous telling her every two seconds, “Okay, I get it.” and “Stop complaining, I’m taking you somewhere nice.”

When he gets to Steve’s, he leaves his car running with the cat still inside, just in case Steve were to hate the idea of having a pet and he had to take her somewhere else. He hopes not, doesn’t know where else he’d take her in that case except maybe Tommy’s, but they let their cats outside anyways, defeating the purpose.

He knocks on the door, partially forgetting how much of a mess he is after chasing her until Steve opens the door, his wide eyes as he reaches and grabs one of his hands, all scabbed over with itchy scratches. “What happened, Bill?”

“It’s nothin’ bad this time, I was catchin’ a cat.”

Steve narrows his eyes, not believing his cover because of the countless other bruises and cuts he’d shown up at his door with, and as many lies as he’d tried to cover them up with, “A cat?”

“Yep. Momma kitty was living in our backyard, and Neil wasn’t too happy ‘bout it.”

“Well? Did you catch her?”

“Mhm, she’s out in my car right now.”

His tone switches, having apparently grilled Billy enough to believe him, “And you brought her to me?”

“Is that okay?”

“Yes! I’ve never had a cat! Go get her!”

The second he opens the car door the cat jumps out and he catches her, swinging her up to hold her on his shoulders again, and this time, she doesn’t even claw at him.

Steve gasps all dramatically when he sees her and holds his arms out for Billy to her over to him. He pretends it doesn’t bother him when she cuddles right up under Steve’s chin, purring like he’d never heard her as if she wasn’t being a little hellion to him this morning.“What’s this little ladies’ name?”

Billy shrugs, “Didn’t give her one yet. Figured if I was dumping her on you you might as well get to pick it.”

“What’s your name sweet girl?” Steve coos at her, scratching he between her ears, “How about… Peaches!”

“Peaches? Stevie, that’s a little boring, don’t you think?”

“Nope!” He holds her up to his face and rubs their noses together, “Is your name Peaches, pretty kitty?”

The little shit meows, and Steve looks at him all smug like it means anything. Billy chuckles, and gives in, Steve always knows how to bend his will, “Alright, alright, Peaches it is.”

He reaches out to pet Peaches and she swats at him, making Steve bite the inside of his cheek to hold back a laugh, and Billy’s wondering if he made a mistake bringing her here.

A pretty kitty for his pretty boy, but she turned out to be a spoiled little princess to the King.