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blushweddinggowns · 7 months

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Prompt number 2 bc I’m praying for more jealous Steve content. Bc Eddie can be so oblivious and Steve can be such a bitch and those things are so important to me

Eddie was a glutton for self-punishment, that was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with on what the fuck he was doing here. Sitting at some random gay bar as he watched the man he loved dance the night away with his bestfriend.

He just had to volunteer to be their designated driver. Maybe it was stupid, but Eddie thought that y'know, a gay bar meant that no he would not have to watch Steve flirt with some randos. But he forgot the small detail that bisexual people existed. And he had seen at least three damn girls slip Steve their number.

Which was just...so fucking cruel. Why did life always have to do him so dirty? Eddie had thought that maybe...if they went to this type of place together Steve's mind would open up a bit. A stupid fucking thought honestly. Based off of nearly nothing. Like, okay sure, Steve was all touchy feely with him sometimes. When he was high or drunk suddenly Eddie became his personal chair. And he would say just...the sweetest shit. Going on and on about how happy he was to have met him, how he's so glad he's alive and well, how funny Eddie was, how nice and sweet and pretty and...and all of it had sent his traitorous brain into a tailspin that had him thinking he actually had a chance with a straight guy.

And the fucked up part was that Eddie had really tried to start doing the right thing. He put a little distance between them when he figured out that he was past a silly crush. No he was head over heels for the guy and he needed to get over it. Fast. And if he could just start saying no when Steve called to get high or have a few beers together he probably would have made some progress by now.

But no, he was still to eager for contact with him to say no. Which made him feel like a creep, always waiting around for Steve to be a little out of his mind just so he could get a hug.

When did he become so pathetic?

The only slight comfort he had tonight was the fact that he wasn't alone. It really wasn't fair to bring a straight guy to a place like this, but at least every guy who had eyes on Steve was going to have to suffer in silence with him.

And some of them were kind of cute. Cute enough for Eddie to try and use one as a distraction. He was sitting next to a preppy looking guy, talking to him a little bit. Maybe he shouldn't have set his eyes on someone that kind of looked like Steve, but fuck it. His name was Andrew, and he was nice, a good flirt. The perfect diversion for when Eddie could tear his eyes away from Steve.

And things were actually getting a little interesting with him. He had his hand on Eddie's arm, leaning in to loudly whisper everything he said in Eddie's ear. He was smiling at him, close enough for Eddie to see the pretty gold flakes in his eyes.

They weren't as pretty as Steve's but they'd do.

Andrew tucked a bit of Eddie's hair back behind his ear, leaning in again. But he didn't go for his ear this time, no, he was zeroing in right to Eddie's lips. Not that he was complaining, he let it happen, a sweet, light kiss that had zero time to escalate to more.

Because suddenly, someone was tugging at his arm, hard enough to force Eddie's whole body back, nearly out of his chair. He blinked, more than a little startled to see Steve coming out of nowhere, clinging onto him with that stupid, gorgeous smile.

"Eddieeee," Steve whined, completely ignoring Andrew's presence, "Robin ditched me to make out with someone in the bathroom."

Eddie couldn't help but smile a little bit, despite the fact that he was definitely interrupting what was probably the first good thing about this night. He glanced over at Andrew, who was staring at them, wide-eyed before saying, "Uh, I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"I don't-"

"I can't hear you in here," Steve loudly interrupted, looking adorably confused, "Come outside with me?"

If Eddie was smart, he would have gently pried Steve's hands off him before sending him off to find Robin. But...a drunk Steve was also a very cute and cuddly one. So fuck it, Eddie could find a rebound for his non-existent relationship next weekend.

He shrugged at Andrew, mouthing a quick apology at him before Steve started to drag him outside through the back door. Eddie half expected Steve to do his usual routine when he was toasted. Sweetly asking for a piggy back ride that Eddie literally could never refuse before falling asleep on his back. Then he'd get him in the car, wrangle Robin from wherever the hell she was, and they'd be off.

But the second they were stepping outside Steve was straightening up and stepping back, to Eddie's immediate confusion. He leaned against the wall, glaring at Eddie in a way he had never seen. Or at least directed at him.

"So," Steve started, his tone way too close to how he sounded when one of the kids pissed him off, "Who was that guy? You looked pretty cozy in there."

Eddie's brain was still struggling to catch up to the change in atmosphere here. But he tried to answer anyway, "I mean we were but-wait. Why are you not drunk? You were literally just-"

"It's called acting dipshit," Steve mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Which ow, rude. But his next words hurt even more, "Not like I have a choice, since you only seem to like me when I'm fucked up."

Eddie could feel his heart stop in his chest. He didn't-oh no. Oh god. Steve figured out he was a creep. A creep who was probably moments away from getting his ass handed to him.

Eddie swallowed, at a loss for what to say. But he still tried, "I-look dude it's um, it's not like that. I didn't- I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable-"

"Then why the fuck would you kiss another guy right in front of me?"

Okay. That was enough of that. Yes, Steve could be mad about him being creepy, but no he couldn't be mad over having to bear witness for a gay kiss at a gay bar, "Well if I had known that you were apparently only okay with seeing girls kiss each other I wouldn't have come out tonight at all! Honestly Steve, how can you even say that? Like that is some real dumbass levels of homophobia, even for you. I thought the King Steve thing had died-"

"Shut the fuck up oh my god," Steve hissed out, "Are you really that damn dense? That's what you think I'm upset about? Are you fucking kidding me? And I'm the dumbass?"

"Then why are you mad?" Eddie half asked, half yelled.

“I’m not mad," Steve seethed, like he didn't look about five seconds away from choking Eddie out, "I...I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

Maybe he really was drunk after all. Because now he wasn't making any damn sense.

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, beyond frustrated, "Who Steve? Like, I'm sorry to break this to you but not all of us can fucking look like you do alright? We're not all charming, golden Adonis basketball players okay? And sometimes you need to take what you can get. And there was nothing wrong with Andrew-"

"You think I look like a golden Adonis?" Steve interrupted, a weird expression on his face. He looked almost...hopeful? But that didn't make any sense.

"That's what you got out of that?" Eddie asked, exasperated, "I-come one dude. You know you're hot. But that's not my point."

"Well it's mine!" Steve groaned. He was biting his lips, a very distracting nervous habit that Eddie had picked up on, "Because what the fuck are we even doing? You think I'm so hot, so charming, so great, and you decide to kiss someone else in front of me? What the fuck is that? Do you like seeing me jealous? Do you get off on me pining? Please explain."

You see, that was the funny thing about Eddie's brain. One second he was lost, staring at Steve's red, bitten lips, and the next he was desperately trying to catch up with what just came out of his mouth. All of it the perfect blend to effectively shut his brain off completely.

Eddie stared at him, his words as dumb as how his face probably looked, "I-what? Huh?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at him, "Are we really doing this? Are you going to pretend like it's all in my head?"

"I-no. I just-please explain," Eddie is pretty damn sure he had never stuttered through a sentence that hard in his life.

"I've been coming on to you for months and you just keep giving me all of these mixed signals and..." Steve sighed, looking away, "I'm so sick of it Eddie. If you don't like me just say that! Stop whatever this is. Because it's mean and you know it. If you want a better option then just take it already and leave me alone."

He-what-that didn't even- Steve was straight, wasn't he? And now the stuttering had invaded his thoughts. Because if he actually understood all of that then...

He was the biggest idiot on the planet.

And his stunned silence was not helping anything.

Steve sighed, pushing himself away from the wall. He turned away, "I'm going to find Robin. We can just...act like this didn't happen I guess. I'm done."

Eddie had to give himself on thing, at least his body was working a lot faster than his brain. Steve barely had time to take a single step away before he was shooting his hand out to grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

"I didn't know you were an option!" Eddie blurted out, his heart hammering in his chest, "I-Stevie I thought all of it was in my head. I-I thought that you were straight and we were just hanging out-"

"You think I sit in the laps of my other guy friends?" Steve asked, completely unimpressed, "While playing with their hair and calling them beautiful? Really, dude?"

Eddie nodded, sure and fast, "Steve, I had to do my senior year three damn times. I'm not always the smartest okay? And in my defense you never mentioned like dudes-"

"Yes I have," Steve interrupted, "When you came out to me, I told you to your face that I understand. That I could relate about hiding things and not talking about it. I literally said we were in the same boat. What else could that mean?"

Eddie remembered that, crystal clear. But..."I thought you were talking about PTSD, not secretly being into dudes."

"One dude," Steve corrected, but he was relaxing a little, thank fuck. Maybe Eddie could still fix this.

He took a deep breath, using his hold on Steve's wrist to pull him closer. His hands were fucking shaking, bad enough for Steve to almost certainly notice when he rested them on his hips.

This was it, he might as well be as clear as humanly possible, "I am so into you. Like a scary amount. Like I'm...borderline in love with you."

He was completely in love with him, but he didn't have the balls to say that bit out loud. He kept going, "And I didn't know you felt the same way. At all. Like I am dangerously close to having a stroke from hearing all of that. You kind of flipped my world upside down there."

Steve huffed out a laugh. Eddie may have fucked up everything leading up to this point, but Steve was eating his little speech right up. He shuffled a little closer, wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck with a small smile, "Keep going."

"I thought that I had no chance. I mean even tonight, people couldn't stop looking at you. And you got those numbers-"

"I threw them away," Steve interrupted, "You missed that part."

He had definitely missed that part, too caught up in his own head. But that didn't stop a smile from breaking out on Eddie's face, "Good. Because if you want me, you have me. I'm all yours, in any way you want me. Understand? Fuck, Stevie if I had known any of this we'd be the ones making out in the bathroom right now. And I'm sorry about..."

For the life of him Eddie couldn't remember his name, not when he had Steve smiling at him in his arms, "The other guy. But it literally means nothing to me. Not if I get to have you. Do...do I get to have you?"

Steve hummed, pretending to think about it while he played with a lock of Eddie's hair, "I guess that depends. Is making out in the bathroom still on the table?"

"Fuck yes it is."

Steve grinned, leaning up to press the sweetest little kiss to the side of Eddie's mouth, "Then I guess you have me then."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #silly steddie #asks #bitch steve #i think this might be helping?#with the inspiration lack?#unsure #but thank you for the prompt <3 #Honestly I really prefer jealous Eddie #but for you anon you'll get jealous Steve!#Robin meanwhile is having the time of her life in that bathroom #let the girl have her hoe phase #poor andrew #lol #im pretty sure this isn't the first time ive fucked over an andrew #one more to go~

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chaoticas-hell · 1 year

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So Im rereading the part in TRK where the monsters are at Exites and Andrew just subtly admits twice that he basically has a crush on Neil (and has talked about said crush with Bee) and Neil doesn't understand and still continues not to understand until Andrew spells it out for him in TKM

#Im remembering why I dont like you #Im surprised you forgot #"I didnt #I just got distracted for a moment there #liar. but thats what makes you so interesting. it's also what makes you dangerous. i should know better by now.#half their interactions are flirting #flash forward a few hours and Andrew is feeling up Neils chest #poor Andrew #aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #all for the game #andreil #the kings men #tkm #the raven king #trk

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camelotsstuff · 1 year

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neil “you like it. i like that you like it.” motherfucking josten

#made me fucking feral #he’s so hot #poor andrew #aftg #neil josten #all for the game #andrew minyard #andreil #aaron minyard #allison reynolds #matt boyd #renee walker #kevin day

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crystalmethsthings · 2 years

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Andrew: did you tell him I’m gay?

Renee: yes

Andrew: so now he knows I’m into him, right?

Renee: …

Andrew: he knows now, right???

Renee:

Andrew: *sighs* what does he think now?

Renee: he thinks your hooking up with Kevin

Andrew: *regrets life choices*

#poor Andrew #he really tried to tell neil every chance he got #neil is a dumbass tho #Andrew: *flirts with Neil*#neil: that’s just Andrew #wymack watching from the sidelines feeling pity for poor Andrew #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxhole court #tfc #aftg hc #andreil #aftg headcanon #aftg incorrect quotes

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purpleshadow-star · 2 years

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Hc that Andrew was a huge book nerd growing up and only said he was "allergic to books" more recently because his meds made him so unable to focus that he was no longer able to enjoy books the way he used to and he was so distraught upset that he decided he would avoid books all together, and now that he's off his meds he's able to enjoy books again (and Nicky becomes so confused when he notices Andrew going to the library more often).

#i would cry if i wasnt able to enjoy reading #like i have moments where my mind is too busy to focus on reading and i hate those moments. i couldnt imagine going through that for years #poor andrew #now that he can read again neil takes great pleasure in going to the library with him and working on hw while andrew just reads #it's very peaceful for them #all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard #andreil

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turquoisepolo · 1 year

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Like Real People Do

Based off of this post

@fortheloveofexy

Rated T

Warnings: Allusions to violence(?)

Andrew stared at the large block of marble in front of him. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake up to stone and chisels, however it was exceptionally rare for him to find materials that he himself had not bought.

Perhaps it was a gift from Aaron or Nicky, he mused. The two had been trying to earn the sculptor’s favour ever since they’d been reunited a couple years prior. Offerings came in chisels, and hand held drill. Sometimes, even in marble, limestone, clay, or bronze. At first Andrew made a point to deliver the gifts back to them, but as time progressed, Andrew warmed up to the sentiment. Not that he’d ever admit it.

He stalked around the marble, lifting some of the smaller chunks, looking for a scroll, a note from whoever delivered the marble. After minutes wasted, Andrew found nothing.

Nicky and Aaron never have given him something without a note. It piqued his curiosity indeed.

If Andrew was a religious man, he’d think that perhaps one of the many gods would have left him this gift.

It shouldn’t have mattered who left this gift for him, all that should have mattered was that there were perfectly good blocks of marble just waiting to be formed into a statue to then be sold off to the highest bidder.

In the end, Andrew covered the marble with a wool blanket that was another gift, this one from Renee, and went to go to one of his previous projects.

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The marble was uncovered day after day and covered night after night. It haunted him while he worked and while he slept. No matter how hard he tried, Andrew couldn’t get the stupid stone out of his head.

Finally, he relented.

Andrew picked up his chisel and stared at the marble for a moment. He could create anything with it. An animal, a god, anything. Those two options would sell the highest, however this was Andrew’s craft and no animal or god had ever bothered him like this.

A human, he decided. An annoying human.

His hands worked faster than his head, grabbing one of the smaller chunks of marble and placing it on his work table.

With one of the larger chisels, he began hacking away at the edges of the marble, shaping it into a rough image of an arm. Years ago, his arms would have ached with the power put into cutting stone, now each strike became easy and it became increasingly difficult not to use too much force.

Once Andrew was finished with the limb, he moved it carefully to the side and went to grab the block of similar size (exact size, really, which made him all the more suspicious of whomever left the marble).

It took around two hours for him it finish forming the arms into workable pieces. There was a dull ache in his shoulders but it didn’t bother him anymore.

Now the more difficult part of his labour began.

Details.

Details had always been the more learned part of his practice. Breaking the stones apart, shaping them with large destructive tools, was what had drawn Andrew into sculpting. It released the violence that burned in his core, violence that was a fire that could not be extinguished.

Control is what details required, which after the years of controlling everything in his life, was no longer an issue. It was soothing in a different way that breaking things was. Both together was the net that made Andrew sit at the workbench for hours on end, crafting beautiful pieces that were worth nothing in the world’s eyes.

So Andrew sat, with his chisel, and began working on strong legs with stronger thighs, a runner, much like the mysterious person who had left him with so much marble.

—

If Andrew had thought the marble had haunted him before, it was nothing compared to the way it stuck in his mind now, that it was a statue.

One would think the stone was alive and breathing, that it was a man with the way it consumed his every thought.

He had spent every free moment on it, day and night. He woke to go to the worktable and added more and more detail until Andrew could practically feel the skin underneath his hands as he worked to sculpt beautiful runner’s legs, strong sturdy arms, a chiselled jaw, beautiful curls that in Andrew’s mind burned like the hottest fire. High cheekbones that led to icy blue eyes.

In theory, Andrew’s statue was complete. It stood before him, tall, proud. A bit taller than he was, more beautiful and perfect than he could have hoped. Andrew touched the marble, starting at his face, down to his neck, shoulders, chest. It felt secret, almost wrong, but he was addicted to the way the cold marble’s waist felt in his hands.

Andrew frowned and took his hand away.

The statue was beautiful, in the way the world expected it to be. Conventionally perfect.

This was not the world’s creation, it was his.

Andrew grabbed his chisel once more and began cutting lined up and down the bare chest before him.

It pained him, he felt every cut to his soul, but he did not create beautiful untouchable things.

No, Andrew created broken statues. Survivors. Perhaps I’m going mad, he thought absently. Of course a statue is just stone, it didn’t really survive anything. But the creation before him was not like anything he’d created before, it was breathing, it was feeling, and Andrew was writing his painful, horrible, beautiful story.

Andrew cupped the man’s face, inhaling before cutting more marks, scratched on one side and a burn on the other.

He stood back and looked at his creation. Beautiful, horrible, perfect.

The sculptor dropped his chisel, and reached for the statue only to drop his hand a breathe away. This was his, but it wasn’t. Andrew wasn’t sure what screw had gone loose in order to make him feel so connected to stone, but he was, and he was losing his mind.

Andrew closed his eyes, then turned away. It was late, he would sleep and worry about what to do with the statue later.

—

Thud.

Andrew jolted awake. For a second he thought that he was hearing things before another thud erased such thoughts. He slid out of bed and rushed toward his work room.

There was a person, in place of the marble statue he had left last night.

A person, who’s blue eyes, red hair, and scars were burning him alive.

Shit.

(NOTE: I will probably make a Part Two, however this is as far as I could get for now, please excuse my mental illness)

#andriel #poor andrew #andrew minyard #neil x andrew #andrew x neil #andrew minyard x neil josten #andrew centric #sculpter au #Ancient Greece au(?)#aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #aftg fic #aftg #aftg fandom #aftg andrew

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aftg-sunsetz · 2 years

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You know what I always think about. Neil learned German in three years. In the books he said that he spent three years in Germany, Austria and Switzerland and my German ass is like ???? So here are my thoughts about that. Yes, Germany’s and Austria’s mother tongue is German but Switzerland? It depends on the region because Switzerland has a German, Italian and French region and even if it’s the German, most Swiss speak “Schweizerdeutsch” (swiss german) which most native German speakers don’t understand or only partly (me included). ((Though, I have to add that Swiss’ speak Swiss german but they also speak “Hochdeutsch” (high german) which is the German you would learn in school)) AND the Austrians have a really heavy dialect which is also really hard to understand, even for native speakers. Also we have in Germany about 30+ dialects and I just imagine Neil speaking with a wild mix of everything. But now, here comes the worst.

Stuttgart is in Baden Württemberg (on of our states) and they speak SWABIAN (Schwäbisch) {If you are interested/curious: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpEimFXYqTs&ab_channel=EasyGerman it has English subtitles.

That means that at least Erik speaks Schwäbisch. And I can only imagine the confusion Andrew and Aaron had when they met him, told him that they can speak German and Erik started to talk in his dialect.

And since Neil was in these three countries he probably spent most of his time in the South of Germany which means he probably has a wild mix of Schwäbisch, Baverian and High German. Which also means he understand every single word Erik says and Nicky is really jealous because he still has problems with that. I also want to add that Neil is so fucking smart that he could learn a language like German in three years with probably so many different dialects thrown at him

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ketchupandfries · 2 years

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Neil telling Andrew, "I want to see you loose control" was so HOT-

#neil you're such a flirt #poor andrew #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #all for the game #aftg

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dedicated-to-all · 5 months

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One-sided friendship 🥲

#rimworld #modded rimworld #poor Andrew

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artistcaptainbendy · 2 years

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Who wants to hear (or well read) about Dr. Zatsit’s relationship to his parents? I’m guessing all of you

Starting with his mother, she is the basic awful mother. Think the grandma from Encanto with a little of mother Gothel from tangled, with no goodness to her. She is the reason Andrew is the shy, meek, and scared man he is before he turned evil. Since he was a kid, he thought his father was just a nice man who just couldn’t deal with his mother and wanted to save his son from her but couldn’t. That was in till when he was 20, he finally found his dad and long story short he’s dad said he never had a son even tho Andrew had proof, so yea that bit of hope was crushed.

Side note: I'm thinking of giving him a half-sister.

#captain underpants #smartypants au #Cu oc #poor andrew

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vicedreams · 6 months

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10/19/2023

Before I start this, HERE is a Chat Bot I made of this dream. Because it is that emotional for me to remember, I want others to experience it too.

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I was on a dark street, with many streetlights and trees around (there were no houses which I found strange but assumed I was near some kind of highway or just outside of town). There was a small breeze, and I was just walking down this street by myself. Then, as I am walking, I meet this guy. I've seen this guy before, he has been in my dreams a couple times whenever I dream of this street. He sits on a bench, looking down at the ground as if he's waiting.

When I walk up, he looks at me and smiles. He was waiting for me, he was so lonely that every night he'd wait for me to start walking down that road again. And he waited a long time for me to show up again, but he didn't care at all. He just wanted to see me, to know that we'd meet again.

I don't remember most of what we talked about, but we eventually got around to this all just being a dream. I told him that I wasn't actually there with him, that I was actually asleep somewhere else far away from him. But still...he didn't care. Even if I was only something he imagined in his head, if he was truly losing his mind in this moment...to him, I was the most 'real' thing in his entire life.

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After the dream ended, I started to think...what if we were both dreaming, and we were just seeing one another in a merged 'dream space' of sorts? What if this guy was as real as me, but due to our circumstances we never were able to meet besides in dreams? I really started to wonder this, because I rarely get repeat dreams that also continue a 'storyline' in them. And I even cried, I really wanna meet the guy I saw in that dream because it's just so sad that he has 'accepted' our relationship and that it's only in dreams.

#dream journal #fun fact the guy in my dream actually looked like Bakugou #But like he was real #and an adult #and his name was Andrew #I just wanna know if a person like this exists #now I'm sad and crying #poor Andrew #I love you

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undercontrolofdarkness · 9 days

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neil josten is so real, because he tried to be mysterious and quiet for all five minutes before he gave up and started mouthing off to everyone

#me tbh #who was he fooling #thinking he’d stick to his calm persona #he just can’t shut up #neil josten #and his attitude problems #poor wymack #aftg #all for the gay #all for the game #andreil #andrew minyard #the sunshine court #sirius black

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