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neil josten ordering two thai iced teas and a mafia hit on the same page. he is god's perfect babygirl.

#not sure. at all. about tsc. but i LOVE LOVE LOVE neil’s appearance at the very end oh my god MY LITTLE GUY!!!

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i'm conducting an experiment. everyone who's from an english speaking country state your country, regional area and what you call the following images. i need to see something

#chips #crisps #its tough because those are not ‘biscuits’ but they are an american thing so we wouldnt have a UK word anyway #now THOSE are biscuits #fizzy drinks #sweets #cigs #beanie #candyfloss

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a fox, just like us

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may god forgive my wretched sins (spent money)

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hand hurts from jacking off

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 3x22 | “Graduation Day Pt. 2” 

#i have a week left of college GAAAAAAAAAH

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me repeating my daily affirmations in the mirror

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​dykes of the world we must objectify each other it’s literally all we have left

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worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

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Every time I'm busy all the theaters are playing those made up artsy movies that insecure people talk about to make fun of "film snobs" that just end up sounding really cool and whenever I'm free it's all shit like a Winnie the Pooh Slasher Movie and a Goonies reboot

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apparently, I joined this tumblr place at 02/04/2014 3:20:05 PM.

#A DECADE…………I AM SPEECHLESS…..

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what studying literature feels like

#BECAUSE WHY WAS I SPOUTING POETRY OVER MY INSANE IT HYPERFIXATION SCRAMBLED BRAIN OBSESSION #AND I CANNOT MAKE SENSE WHEN DISCUSSING POEMS I DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT IN TUTORIALS

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The Sunshine Court - Chapter One

Day: Wednesday, March 13th / 14th* Time: 7:45 PM EST

Jean Moreau comes back to himself in pieces, dragging himself together as he has a thousand mornings before.

Picture used with permission by Nora Sakavic. Thank you @korakos!**

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

** As per permission from Nora, I have included this and ONLY this in regards to The Sunshine Court to highlight when the new book will take place. No other mention of The Sunshine Court will be reflected in the posts on this account.

#IM GONNA INSANE WISH ME LUCK!!!!!! #WHAT THE ACTUAL FUXK I’M DRUNK AND I SEE THIS NOWWWW

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The King's Men - Chapter Thirteen

Day: Saturday, March 9th / 10th* Time: 6:30 AM EST

The FBI gets in touch with Coach Wymack and his Foxes to bring them in for questioning. Andrew chokes more information out of Kevin.

Art used with permission by lnmei. Thank you @lnmei

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#oooohhhhhhh my god

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The King's Men - Chapter Thirteen

Day: Saturday, March 9th / 10th* Time: 6:10 AM EST

Nathaniel stays on his knees and bows his head to wait. It doesn't take long. Feds melt out of the shadows like ghosts, guns out and dressed head-to-toe in tactical gear. Nathaniel is too small to be his father, but the cover of darkness helps the illusion. They don't realize anything is wrong until they yank him to his feet with rough hands and strident voices. Nathaniel finally tips his head up to look at them, and the agent closest to him trails off mid-sentence. "You're too late," Nathaniel says, even as someone radios EMS to rush on-scene. "My father is dead." "Your father," the agent says stupidly. Six men tear off down the hole so fast they almost fall, and Nathaniel hears their boots echoing off the tunnel wall as they run to check the house. He doesn't realize he's looked down at the opening until the agent snaps gloved fingers in his face. Nathaniel meets his searching look with a cool stare, and the man repeats, "Your father?" "My name is Nathaniel Wesninski," he says, "and my father is dead." It isn't at all funny, but a second later he is laughing. It sounds hysterical but he can't stop. Hands catch his shoulders and push his head down. A gruff voice order him to breathe but Nathaniel can't. He grabs at his knees for balance. Pain lances up his arms from his abused hands but he can't let go. The adrenaline of an unexpected firefight and the relief of being alive are breaking him apart, and Nathaniel finally loses the battle with his unsteady stomach. Someone holds onto him while he retches onto the concrete floor. Nathaniel spits in a vain attempt to get the sour taste out of his mouth. The hand on his shoulder tightens. "I'd rather not cuff you in the state you're in, but I will if I have to. Are you going to be a problem for us?" Nathaniel struggles to look up and focus on the man's face. "I've been a problem for nineteen years. I'm too tired to be one tonight. Just get me out of here."

Art used with permission by Emry-stars-art. Thank you @emry-stars-art!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#YOU MADE IT NATHANIEL !!!

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The King's Men - Chapter Twelve

Day: Saturday, March 9th / 10th* Time: 1:55 AM EST

Time stops as Lola burns and cuts a path up Neil's arms. Neil clings to a version of the truth that will protect the Foxes but no matter how many times he says it she won't stop. Eventually he stops answering altogether, afraid he'll slip up in his pain and panic, and saves his energy for breathing. Every grimace and silent cry pulls the burns on his face, and salty tears are acid on his ruined cheeks. He doesn't want to think about this, doesn't want to feel this, so he thinks about the Foxes instead. He clings tight to the memory of their unhesitating friendship and their smiles. He pretends the heartbeat pounding a sick pace in his temples is an Exy ball ricocheting off the court walls. He thinks of Wymack holding him up in December and Andrew pushing him down against the bedroom floor. The memories make him weak with grief and loss, but they make him stronger, too. He'd come to the Foxhole Court every inch a lie, but his friends made him into someone real. He'd hit the end of his rope before he wanted to and he hadn't accomplished everything he'd hoped to this year, but he's done more with his life than he's ever thought possible. That has to be enough. He traces the outline of a key into his bloody, burnt palm with a shaky finger, closes his eyes, and wishes Neil Josten goodbye.

Art used with permission by Danka-in-art. Thank you @danka-in-art!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#NEIL JOSTEN IS DEAD !!

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Andrew finds Neil's phone.

Day: Saturday, March 9th / 10th* Time: 12:45 AM EST

Art used with permission by Kiiakostet. Thank you @kiiakostet!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#the one thing i’d change from the books is neil deleting all the previous texts so andrew could see the full countdown #the rage and dread he’d feel