#tfcdiscord

[mochawlw]

what the fuck did i find in my notes

[fearne-callogay]

[mini-minish]

Wolfsong • Meet Joe! 🐾

“He took my face in his hands and squished my cheeks together. “Why do you smell like that?” he demanded. “Where did you come from? Do you live in the woods? What are you? We just got here. Finally. Where is your house?” He put his forehead against mine and inhaled deeply. “I don’t get it!” he exclaimed. “What is it?” And then he was crawling up and over my shoulders, feet pressed against my chest and neck until he clambered onto my back, arms around my neck, chin hooked on my shoulder.”

[palmettofoxden]

The Phantom of the Exy Court is heeerreee

Kevin gets injured and can’t play exy anymore and needs to keep out of sight of the Moriyamas.

So he goes into hiding at his father’s court, even though Wymack doesn’t know about him, because he needs somewhere to hide and he wants to be close to a court still.

He might not be able to play himself anymore.

But that doesn’t stop him from creepily training Neil at night.

Neil is aware that this is sketchy.

And this ghost is pretty mean, but it has good advice so...

Kevin keeps referring to himself as a ghost and dead because he’s dramatic and exy is life.

When Neil takes him seriously Kevin is like uhhhhhh what?

If you don’t play well enough or take exy seriously enough then whoopsie Kevin tries to injure or scare you because you don’t deserve to play over him.

He likes scare tactics like take it seriously or quit the team afraid of the ghost that’s out to get you.

Andrew: *says bad things about exy to bait the ghost* Kevin: *is busy eating the lunch he stole from Wymack, but feels a shiver up his spine even though he can’t hear Andrew*

Kevin probably eventually comes out of hiding because ghost tactics won’t work on Andrew and he wants to yell at him to take exy seriously.

So Kevin, what have you been up to since the tragic injury that took you out of the game? Oh, you know, hiding in the walls of my dad’s court without him knowing about me or that I’m there, training a serial killer’s son so I can play vicariously through him... Usual retired player stuff...

[m1nyards]

Social Media AU (½) - Neil Josten’s snapchat

My gift to @blurredmxnds for the tfc discord winter exchange! 

Happy Holidays Mika♡ 

[brewdarrymore]

DO Y’ALL LIKE AQUARIUMS? DO Y’ALL LIKE ANDREIL? BOY HAVE I GOT SOME HEADCANONS FOR U

so. andrew takes neil to an aquarium for his birthday

neil has never been to an aquarium before so he’s excited because he loves trying new things and figuring out how to Be Neil Josten and live like a normal person

andrew likes aquariums bc of some sad reasons involving his childhood in foster homes that we won’t get into rn

his enjoyment of them has kind of been tainted by his trauma but he thinks that with neil he can learn to love them again and reclaim this thing that used to bring him joy

so they go to the aquarium

they do the whole thing, stopping at every single exhibit, beginning to end

neil loves the penguins and the otters, he thinks they’re funny and he spends almost half an hour in front of their exhibits watching them play

andrew pretends to be annoyed but lbr he’s just happy to see neil laughing

andrew likes the shark tunnel, it’s his favorite thing in the whole place, followed by the jellyfish exhibit

when they’re in the shark tunnel, they stand there and watch the sharks swim above their heads and all around them and andrew just feels so calm watching them swim by

neil is fascinated by them, and even more fascinated by the look of peace on andrew’s face

andrew makes them wait there until everyone else is gone, and then he kisses neil in the cool glow of the reflection from the water

it’s a picture perfect moment

and then neil takes out his camera (because he is a photographer in canon now THANKS NORA) and takes a picture

he gets andrew’s face framed by the light of the shark tunnel and it becomes one of his favorite pictures in the world because andrew doesn’t even look annoyed, he’s got that soft just-been-kissed look on his face and he looks so calm

they hold hands the rest of the way through the aquarium

they stop and look at the jellyfish for a while, and that’s really calming too because everything is kind of glowing and it’s just quiet and peaceful

it’s also an off-season day so there aren’t a lot of people around to begin with

they do that thing with the touch tank where they put their hands in the water to feel the backs of stingrays and neil’s eyes just get wide and he goes “whoa, that’s really cool”

listen i love neil discovering new things that he loves

and i love andrew showing him these things and helping him figure out who he is

so then eventually they get to the end, and to the gift shop

andrew buys neil some cute penguin merch, and neil insists he can buy it himself but it’s his birthday and this is part of his present

so neil buys andrew a shark keychain for his car keys, and a shark tooth necklace

andrew wears it every day after that

when they’re driving home, andrew takes neil’s hand over the glovebox. neil is smiling and happy and just so bright and he says softly, “thank you”

andrew responds a few minutes later, and he just says “happy birthday”

after that, they make it an annual tradition to go to the aquarium on neil’s birthday and andrew replaces his old memories of them with newer, happier ones

the end

i love my boys and i love them soft goodnight

[andrewjostenzarchive]

Andrew stares blankly at the piece of paper in front of him, a pen lying right next to it. It was Renee's suggestion. Of course Renee's. She meant that he should write a letter to him. Let out his feelings. But you can't send a letter to the dead and you can't let out feelings when you only feel nothing.

Nothing.

Andrew remembers when the nothing turned into a this, when a shared room ended in a shared apartment with cats.

He tries to swallow the lump in his throat, but fails. He hates this.

With a grim mien he takes the pen, spins it in his hand, stares at the blank page again.

He was never good with words; they are merely just letters in random orders. They are on the tip of his tongue and he feels like they are choking him.

In the end, he just writes down nine words. The only words that matter. He crumbles the letter and throws it in the trash bin before leaving the room to smoke.

He wrote:

Neil Abram Josten,

thank you. You were amazing.

Andrew

[svragent]

This is my gift for @charlie-burton as part of the @tfcdiscord winter exchange. I hope you enjoy it!

Neil drops his keys on the table the moment he gets through the door, and staggers into the living room, leaving the lights off. It’s dark. He doesn’t care. He blindly stumbles to the sofa, collapsing onto the cushions, and gasps for breath. There’s a tingling in his muscles as his body struggles for oxygen, and his visions whites out as he fights the panic.

If only Andrew were here. Neil clutches at the back of his neck, trying to calm himself down, yet it only serves to make him more distressed. God he misses him. The way he can ground Neil with a single touch, and with a few well-placed words he can bring Neil back from the brink. He gasps for air as the aching in his chest increases, both from lack of oxygen and lack of Andrew.

There’s a nudge against his fingers. A wet nose sniffing at his fingers, then the tip of a tongue licking his hand. The brush of fur against his skin startles Neil into his next breath, and as Sir jumps down into his lap, purring and kneading his legs, he buries his other hand into her fur. It helps distract him from the missing presence at his side, and the day’s events; gradually his breathing steadies, and Sir is settled into his lap, warm on his thighs.

Neil scratches at her head. “Thank you.”

She gives a trill of satisfaction and licks again at his hand.

Neil sighs. He leans back into the sofa, eyes closing, and thinks of the disaster that was today. Practice had been tiring and stressful enough, but apparently something new had come to light about his father, another murder, and the press were having a field day. It seems like it will be another weekend toughing it out in the safety of their apartment, although having Andrew here would really help. But Neil has managed to last a full month without him so far, and should be able to manage another week before his boyfriend’s return. It’s not like he expects Andrew to drop everything just for him.

Andrew doesn’t call until a few hours later, and it’s obvious he’s just finished practice from the tired edge to his voice. Neil greets him warmly, and Andrew’s gruff voice softens a little.

“I just heard,” Andrew says. He pauses a moment. “How are you?”

Neil rubs at Sir’s ear with a knuckle. Between the softness of her fur and the sound of Andrew’s voice, his body finally relaxes, the tension easing out of his muscles in a single exhale. “I’m...coping,” he says.

Andrew is trying to decipher that, judging by the long silence that follows. The phone picks up the sound of his breath and, with his eyes closed, Neil can almost pretend that Andrew is in the room with him.

“You will phone me,” Andrew says eventually, “if you need anything.”

Neil makes a vague noise in assent.

“Neil.” His tone is uncharacteristically frustrated.

“I will.” It’s just a week, he can go without worrying Andrew more than he already has. It’s just a week. He won’t need to call.

Andrew gives in and changes the topic. He ends the call far too soon with another reminder to phone him if Neil needs him, and then the line goes dead. The abrupt cut to silence jolts him into real life, and as he opens his eyes to the dark emptiness of his apartment, Neil feels more alone than he had to start with.

He gives Sir a final pet and pushes his negative thoughts aside. It’s just a week.

It’s just a week.

A week is longer than Neil had assumed.

By Wednesday, he is already close to breaking point. He’s snapping at anyone who irritates him in practice, and as soon as he’s seen outside he’s swarmed with reporters all wanting his opinion on recent events. His phone calls to Andrew are the only light moments in an otherwise difficult week, and although Sir and King provide some semblance of comfort, they aren’t what he needs.

Despite all of this, the second panic attack catches him off guard.

From the moment he wakes up that day, Neil knows it will be tough. His skin crawls despite the vigorous scrub he gives his body in the shower, and his scars itch. Phantom hands slide over his cheek, and the ghost of a burn has him brushing fingers over the marks. Throughout practice he can feel the pressure building, the stress stretching him tight until eventually he snaps. He barely makes it through the door to their apartment before he’s collapsing against the wall, clutching at his throat, trying to keep breathing despite the iron grip that anxiety has on him. Throughout the blind panic he manages to locate his phone, hits the first number on speed-dial and is so thankful when his call is immediately picked up.

“Andrew,” he gasps. “I can’t- Andrew.”

“What happened,” Andrew says. Neil can barely hear him through the roaring in his ears.

“I-” He’s fighting to speak through breaths. His heart is racing a thousand miles an hour.

Luckily, Andrew seems to understand. He always understands; he seems to know exactly what Neil needs without even being told. His tone isn’t gentle when he speaks, and his words aren’t exactly registering, but Neil can read his emotions no matter what form, and the concern and care for him is evident. He focuses on Andrew’s breathing and tries to match him, until eventually his panicked gasping slows, and his numb arms are fading to a tingle.

“Sorry,” Neil says when he’s caught his breath. He’s shaking now, though sitting in the drafty hallway probably doesn’t help.

“Don’t apologise,” Andrew snaps out. There’s an audible sigh of exasperation on the other side of the line and Neil once again feels guilty for causing his boyfriend this much trouble. “Where are you right now?”

“Home.”

“Good. Go take a bath, order some takeout, try to relax.”

Neil hums, still trembling. A bath sounds good to his tired body.

“I’ll be there in a few hours. Don’t wait up for me.”

“What?” All the racing thoughts in his head go silent. “You can’t! You have practice-”

“You told me you were coping,” Andrew interrupts. “You are obviously not coping. My team will be fine without my presence for a few days.” A pause. “Five hours max. I’ll be there by twelve.” Andrew waits for Neil’s tired ‘ok’ before hanging up.

Neil takes a bath like instructed, letting his muscles relax under the warm water, and stays submerged until the water turns cold. He does stay up much later than he usually would though despite Andrew telling him not to, King curled at his side while Sir wanders around making enough noise to balance out the silence. Finally, after what seems like years, the lock clicks and a familiar figure crosses the threshold.

Neil is in the hallway before Andrew has even made it through the door. Andrew doesn't take off his shoes or coat. As soon as he spies Neil he opens his arms in invitation, a ‘yes’ in every inch of his body, and Neil falls into the embrace; the pain in his chest vanishes immediately, soothed by the feeling of right right right. There's a million words in the way Andrew holds him close, in the way Neil clutches him tight, and yet no words are close to what they feel in that moment.

Neil whispers his name, breathing in his scent (familiar, home). Andrew presses a kiss to his temple and pulls him in closer.

After an age they pull apart reluctantly. Andrew hands over Neil's coat after a moment and Neil gets the hint, tugging on his shoes. There's something nostalgic about this, a familiar ritual that they used to do in college whenever one of them needed some time to regroup their thoughts. Andrew drives them far away, slipping his hand into Neil's over the centre console, brushing a kiss against his scarred knuckles and Neil allows himself to get lost in the sensation of lips on skin, the rhythmic hum of the car, the dark night sky that engulfs him until all he feels is numb. Eventually the stars begin to show as they leave behind the city pollution, finally stopping in the middle of nowhere.

Andrew gets out and Neil follows his lead. Jumping onto the car hood, Andrew lights a cigarette and slides an arm around Neil's waist when he joins him. Neil leans into him, head resting against Andrew's shoulder. The stars burn bright above them.

Neil can't believe he's here. He watches his boyfriend rather than the sky, drinking in the sight of him, feeling more at ease than he has been over the past few weeks. Andrew catches him staring and flicks at his forehead, but ducks down to kiss him slowly, taking his time pulling Neil apart and piecing him back together. They pull back for air but Neil can't resist stealing one last kiss.

There's something about watching the stars that makes Neil feel so small. It helps him put things in perspective, reorganise his thoughts. His father is dead. Nathan cannot hurt him anymore. Nathan no longer matters. What does matter is his will to keep living, and the man who sits next to him, who has been and will continue to be there at the time he needs him most. Andrew Minyard is his world and, at least for now, Neil has him at his side.

[tfcdiscord]

Thank You and Goodbye

It’s been almost a year but we’re finally saying goodbye. Thank you to everyone who has been part of the TFC Discord and has joined us on this journey. Although the server is officially closed and deleted, we hope that everyone who wishes to, stays in contact. It’s been a lovely time. Thank you again to everyone who has made this time special.

- Mods J & M

[feralregulus]

as always i am late as fuck, but here is my gift for the lovely jahz aka @exyfordays for the @tfcdiscord exchange. one of her prompts was ‘butcher neil’ and i couldn’t resist.

[myfathercomestoallofmygames]

AFTG Dance AU

[sunshinelixies]

AU WHERE EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT KEVIN GETS A HEART TATTOO INSTEAD OF THE QUEEN CHESS PIECE BC HE LOVES MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS

[jeremyknox]

brown stars

Jean had faint memories of France. Of stars glinting on the water at the beach and of being able to go out in the sun as he wished. If he thought hard enough, he could remember a little boy with curly brown hair and red cheeks and brown dots creating patterns on his face and arms.

That little boy looked nothing like Jean, at least not after spending 10 years in the dark underground of Evermore. Instead of freckles, his skin was patterned in bruises and scars. Instead of red cheeks from the sun, he had black and blue eyes from “exy” and red marks from being hit. His hair had even lost most of its life, the curls were almost limp.

And then Renee Walker (and in a way Jeremy Knox) rescued him and he joined the Trojans in Los Angeles. A place where the sun seemed to never stop beating, even through the smog that settled over the city like a heavy blanket.

It took Jean a little while to warm up to Jeremy, but the Raven mentality made it hard for him to be away from Jeremy at the same time. They were living in the dorms for the summer, so Jean didn’t have to be with the Foxes and could get acclimated to the campus, the court, and Jeremy. Which meant that by extension, Jean had to get used to being around Laila and Alvarez as well. They filled his life with color and light, when he’d been so used to being surrounded by black and red.

Jean couldn’t sleep until Jeremy was in the room with him, which was particularly difficult at first because he was used to the Raven’s and their 16 hour days.

“You seem exhausted,” Jeremy had once commented with a worried expression on his face. It was about three days into Jean moving in. He hadn’t spoken much to Jeremy, just existed in the same room as him most days. Their dorm had a balcony and Jean liked to sit on it at nighttime to stare at the stars, or what could be seen of them through the LA smog and lights. Jeremy would come out, wrapped in a blanket and sit silently with him.

Jean shrugged in reply. “I guess.”

“You could nap.”

Jean didn’t know how to tell him he couldn’t unless Jeremy was in the room.

A few minutes later, with Jeremy settled in on the other end of the sofa reading a book, Jean began to doze off. He napped for about an hour, but when Jeremy moved, he sprung awake once more.

Jeremy held out his hands as if to placate. “Sorry sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just need to go see Coach about something.”

Jean stretched and got up. “I’ll come with you then.”

“You don’t have to,” Jeremy insisted.

Jean stared at the ground. “Please.”

He thought maybe that was the moment that Jeremy finally understood that Jean didn’t want to be alone, even if he didn’t talk much. A few days later, Jeremy admitted to calling up Kevin and forcing details out of him. Details regarding the Ravens traveling in pairs and having 16 hour days. Jeremy never left him alone again, not until Jean was ready.

Eventually, the attachment was less about feeling like a Raven and more about actually genuinely liking Jeremy Knox. Jeremy was a disaster waiting to happen at all times. He wore tank tops that showed off his tanned shoulders, he ate way too many sweets for someone so fit, and Jean was just waiting for the moment his flip flop got caught on something and he stumbled. He juxtaposed Jean’s closed of demeanor and yet knew exactly when to be silent, when to leave Jean be, and when to turn on the lights to reveal that Jean was not in Evermore after a nightmare.

Jeremy was the perfect friend for Jean.

For the first time in 10 years, Jean had his hair cut professionally. Jeremy went with him of course, driving him to the barbershop in his perfectly ridiculous yellow car covered in USC Trojans bumped stickers. Jean was nervous to let anywhere near him with scissors but he also wouldn’t trust Jeremy near him with buzzers if his life depended on it. So they went and got their haircuts in chairs next to one another. When they left, Jean’s hair felt curly again.

Jean ran his hand through it in awe and when he looked at Jeremy, he was watching him and smiled in a fond way. “It’s amazing what scissors and buzzers in the hand of a professional can do.”

They sat on the balcony more frequently now, even in the sun. After a few weeks around Jeremy, Jean felt comfortable enough to show his arms. But only around his roommate. The first time he’d done it, Jeremy had just stared at the scars on his body. Most of them were on his torso, but some ran up his arms, scars that he’d put there himself and scars from being tied down by Riko. When he caught himself staring, Jeremy had apologized again and again and Jean found himself reaching out to Jeremy, the first physical contact he’d ever initiated.

“It’s okay, they’re shocking.”

So Jeremy cut up some USC shirts and though Jean’s only short sleeved shirts boasted his new team name, he proudly wore them around the home. As they sat in the sun, Jean’s pale skin only at first burned which Jeremy teased him for relentlessly. But as the redness settled, his skin began to darken and he thought maybe, just maybe, he was starting to resemble that little boy with freckles once more.

Jean had begun to trust Laila and Alvarez more, though not with his secrets. They were staying nearby, not wanting to spend the summer apart, and they often showed up without warning at the boy’s dorm room. Jean always made sure to keep covered around them, something they noticed.

Alvarez finally broke at the beach one day. They were all sitting on the blanket Jeremy had provided, and Jean was wearing a long sleeved swim shirt. “Hey Jean, why do you wear long sleeves all the time?”

Jean was shocked to feel Jeremy’s hand find his and he squeezed it reassuringly. “I’m not comfortable showing off my damages just yet.”

Alvarez looked like she wanted to know more, but Laila nudged her in the ribs and she took the hint.

Later that night, Jeremy sat on the edge of Jean’s bed. “You can trust them, you know.”

Jean had no doubt who he was talking about. “I’m learning.”

About a week later, the girls showed up unexpectedly once more. This time, Jean opened the door wearing only his tank top and sweatpants. The next time they went to the beach, it was a private one, with no one around. Jean shyly took off his swim shirt with encouragement from his friends and swam in the ocean.

Sometime in the middle of the summer, Jean looked at himself in the mirror and was surprised to see a smattering of freckles on his face. He didn’t tend to look at himself much, so he took the time to really examine his own reflection. His cheeks, once very hollow, were rounding out a little. His hair was curly and a bit shaggy. The hateful number 3 was still on his cheek, but it was now nestled in tiny little brown marks.

The end of summer was spent getting to know Jeremy more and more. Jean didn’t know what it was like to have a friend, let alone four (counting Renee), but he knew Jeremy was the most special person to have come into his life in a very long time. They often shared a blanket at night when they lay on the balcony. The stars were almost impossible to see thanks to light pollution and smog, but Jean liked what he could see nonetheless. It was more than he’d seen in 10 years.

One night, Jeremy took Jean out into the desert, to really see the stars. They lay on a blanket and looked up at the stars together. Eventually, Jean’s hand found Jeremy’s and they didn’t part until Jeremy had begun to get tired and they needed to go home.

When they did, Jean sighed. Laila and Alvarez had been over earlier and insisted on making a blanket fort. All of Jean and Jeremy’s bed supplies were in the living room.

“I’m too tired to deal with that,” Jean said, pointing at the monstrosity.

Jeremy yawned. “We could just sleep in there.”

Which is how Jean found himself in his pajama pants, laying next to a shirtless Jeremy. His roommate looked beautiful in his sleep.

The next morning, Jean got up to brew coffee while Jeremy slept. When he came back with the two steaming mugs, Jeremy sat up in the fort with a smile. They spent the day in there, watching movies that Jean had never seen. At one point, he caught the other boy staring at him, but he couldn’t fathom why.

“It’s just that…” Jeremy paused and bit his lip. “Did you know you have freckles all over your shoulders now? And your back… and your chest.”

Jean looked down and smiled. Usually he looked down and saw muscles covered in scars and bruises. But the summer with Jeremy had changed him. His skin was just a bit tanned, but freckles had began to pain patterns all over him once more, just like that little boy in France.

“They’re like stars,” Jeremy told him. “I think I could find constellations in them.”

Jean got up and rummaged around Jeremy’s desk for a sharpie. He came back to the tent and gave his roommate a sheepish smile. “So find them.”

And they spent the evening laying in that stupid blanket fort, listening to music while Jeremy drew constellations on Jean. He gave them silly names, finding new shapes as he went. When he finished, he lay back to survey his handiwork. Jean felt self conscious as Jeremy’s eyes roamed over his body, but he looked down to inspect the ones he could see.

One looked like two horribly put together stick figures, holding hands. “What do you call this one?”

Jeremy blushed. “Hope.”

[mini-minish]

why didn't anyone tell me there was a new bastille video??? [x]

[palmettofoxden]

God I said I was sleeping but I literally just came online to check something and saw the ask game and had to soooo.... Hi

I was going to just do one but instead there’s a list of them from the hall of fame of a couple servers:

your salad is deadand so is wymack

I don’t even really know what’s going on hereBut I do know Riko Moriyama is a dickhead

neil: isn’t even thereandrew: this is the last straw

Kevin: Are you twins or are you tloses?

Matt would be with the lion or the tiger, cause his heart is so soft that he would tame anyone (i mean he tamed skittish, uncomfortable, unused to human decency neil after all)

Idk about you but any man with 5ft legs is a man you run far far away from

Neil watching Millport’s exy court temporarily torn down: physically illNeil watching Riko shot in the head by his brother: Today is a lovely day to be alive. Life is fantastic and everything is going my way.

Neil: Survival is my first priorityA Threat: [Touches a fox]Neil: There is no Neil. There is only Death.

Aaron, holding a lighter: I made us these friendship bracelets then you boned my brother.

wheremack did you come from,wheremack did you go;wheremack did you come fromwhythefuckmack joe

if i ever.read “jarjardrew” again.i’ll hex this chat.

at a press conferencereporter: miss day, how have you found room for romance in inventing exy? who’s the lucky man?kayleigh, leaning forward enough that her mouth touches the mic: salted caramels

Nicky in Germany: Mom FriendNicky in Palmetto: Bad Moms starring Mika Kunis

Kevin: You and Jeremy seem like good friends.Jean: Yes. Neil and his goalie seem like good friends too.Kevin:Jean:Kevin:Jean:Kevin: Oh.

He’s fluent in Andrew’s tongue 😎

Riko: gets shotJean: twenty minutes later after putting down his phoneJean: monotone Oh no. Riko got shot. Are you okay my King?

I arrive on the busNeil: missingKill bill sirens: onKevin: chokedI am forcibly removed from the bus

[m1nyards]

Wedding headcanons have been haunting my brain for days now. I shared some of them on the discord but I figured I post them here too. Cause honestly there’s not nearly enough wedding post. 

One night on the roof during Andrew’s last year at Palmetto he randomly asks Neil “Marry me yes or no?”

lbr tho it’s not really random because he’s been thinking about this for months now. Andrew regrets nothing and this will not be something he will regret.

Still he tries his best to make it seem like he wouldn’t care if Neil says no but obviously Neil says yes. He is shook to his core but this isn’t even something he had to think about the answer easily comes right out of his mouth.

After Neil says yes Andrew Immediately lets him know that he doesn’t want to do anything big or fancy. He explains that over winter break they’ll go to a courthouse and sign whatever necessary papers they have to. Most importantly he doesn’t want the others knowing until afterwards. 

To anyone else, this would be the most unromantic proposal but Neil knows that Andrew actually having a plan proves that this was something he’s put a lot of thought into. 

On the day of the thing, Neil comes out with faded jeans and a palmetto hoodie. Andrew just throws a bag at him luckily he prepared for this. He refuses to marry Neil while he is looking like a hobo.

Inside the bag, there’s a nice blue button up that looks way too expensive and a black tie. It matches exactly what Andrew is wearing, a black button up and blue tie. 

Also consider Neil struggling to put his tie on so Andrew has to help him.

The drive there Neil ask what they’re going to do about rings. Once again Andrew is prepared for this and takes a small box out of his coat pocket. Inside there are two rings made of a strange looking metal. 

Neil is too overwhelmed by everything Andrew did to prepare for this day to even ask what the rings are made of.

He doesn’t get to ask until later that night after they’re officially married. Andrew tells him that they’re made of whatever the fuck kind of metal the Columbia house keys are from.