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stick-ball · 4 months
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In this essay I will
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 5 days
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My biggest flex will always be how I knew Neil was the more feral and dangerous one than Andrew this whole time even before tsc and seeing the entire fandom freaked out makes me want to kiss and hug Nora and just thank her for finally finally showing everyone and I’m not just crazy
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jellyfisharesatan · 10 months
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The foxes are maybe the most interesting iteration of the found family trope I've ever seen. They love each other. They hate each other. They spend half their time fighting. They literally hide behind each other when threatened. They call each other slurs. They're all gay and date each other. They're mentally ill and traumatised. They're so problematic it's ridiculous. Canonically three of them are murderers. They have a massive sleepover where they all snuggle together .Some of them have about two lines of dialogue together. What the fuck
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can't stop thinking about Kayleigh Day. she moved to Japan for a sports management exchange program and made up a batshit insane sport. her best-friend was yakuza and apparently she had no clue. she was non-monogamous and had lovers all over the world. she had no family. she had kevin. she was fierce enough to spread exy internationally in half a decade. david wymack loved her more than she ever could love him. she became a legend but died before she could ensure women in exy were heard. the team spirit award is named after her. the best player in the world is her son. we know nothing of her but her name.
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ionlydrinkhotwater · 2 months
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Can you imagine if Andrew and Aaron's deadbeat dad (if hes not dead) tries to connect with them after all these years but only because they are both rich &/or famous? Like one is a doctor and the other is a famous Exy player so he thinks he can mooch off them after everything?
Big mistake Pal. BIG MISTAKE.
If Andrew doesn't murder his ass his mafia connected partner will happily do the honors.
(I bet deadbeat dad goes after Aaron first cause of Andrew's scary rep but Katelyn calls Neil and is like TELL ANDREW WE NEED TO SHUT THIS SHIT DOWN.)
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mawofthemagnetar · 2 months
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TFC’s Completely Normal Afternoon Where Nothing Goes Wrong And Nobody Dies Horribly
(shoutout to @lindentree for inspiring this silly fic!)
TFC sat in his little bachelor pad, coffee in hand, watching the steam rise out of his mug. 
It was a nice mug, all things considered. A gift from the other Hermits. A handmade blue thing, turned on a potter’s wheel, with an extra-large handle to give his old hands a break sometimes. Full of coffee from his ancient coffee machine, that gurgled and growled like a jackhammer being waterboarded.
TFC took a sip, and winced. Okay, so maybe it was time to leave the mine and get more coffee. He’d re-used the grounds for the fourth time, and now it was really starting to get properly bitter. 
He drummed his fingers on his glass-top table, listening to the echo against the cold stone walls of his little antechamber. Maybe he’d decorate the walls at some point soon. 
TFC shrugged, and opened his comm. Hopefully one of the other Hermits had some coffee beans. He wiped the stone dust off his screen, and held down the three buttons to switch it on. Yes, he kept his comm strapped to his arm like almost every other player with some semblance of sense. No, he refused to let the damn thing be awake for any longer than it needed to be. The Hermits were chatty folks, and when TFC was deep in his mines and deep in thought, the last thing he needed interrupting his musings was a million buzzing noises as Cleo and Jevin got into a slapfight in the general chat. 
TFC’s personal logo flashed across the screen (the three letters of his name in red, natch) and he took another slurp of his bitter coffee, wrinkling his nose. The comm beeped, and TFC opened the group chat and tapped out a quick message. 
<Tinfoilchef> anyone got any more coffee? I’m clean out. 
He put his comm down, and took another swig. 
And waited. 
And waited. 
And waited. 
TFC frowned. He was a patient man by nature. The same could not be said of the other Hermits, who were usually falling over themselves to help each other out. 
And he hadn’t gotten a reply yet. 
It had been a whole ninety seconds.
TFC scrolled up in chat, and he sighed, rubbing his face. He sank back in his chair in annoyance. 
Of course. 
He tabbed upwards, watching things spiral out of control… in reverse. 
<Renthedog was blanched to death> 
<Renthedog> THE PAIN! THE PAIN IS INDESCRIBABLE
<Vintagebeef was portaged to death> 
<Vintagebeef> RUN! THE BOATS! THE BOATS ARE COMING!
TFC rubbed his temples with his free hand, sighing in exasperation. ‘
“Guys, I dug up five stacks of diamonds, don’t make me do this…I don’t want to re-dig those tunnels…” TFC groaned. 
And of course the nonsense kept coming as he scrolled farther and farther back. Gee, that last message from Ren was about four hours ago, now...
<Iskall85 became part of the weft> 
<Iskall85> HELP GOD THE LOOM’S GROWN LEGS
“Does anyone on this server besides me even know HOW to weave?!” TFC growled, averting his gaze from his pile of unfinished weaving in the corner of the room. It didn’t exist. He couldn’t see it. His WIP’s couldn’t hurt him.
And on and on it went.
<Xisumavoid was hooked to death>
<Grian was torqued to death>
<Tango was unraveled to death> 
<Zombiecleo was racqueted to death>
“Right, I’ve seen enough.” TFC sighed, “On the bright side, at least I’ll have all the coffee I had a week ago, so there’s that…” 
He carefully tabbed through his various screens and menus until he arrived at the one bit of his comm that was set aside for admin functions. Now, TFC wasn’t a server admin. That much was true. But he had slight admin privileges, for one thing and one thing only: server rollbacks. 
While, say, Hypno would have had an extensive wall of options, showing his permissions and all sorts of bells and whistles, TFC’s admin console had a text box to input a date and a big red “GO” button. 
He looked mournfully at his ender chest, and, with a sigh, keyed in a date one week prior. 
And TFC jabbed his thumb on the big red button. 
The world flashed white, utterly blinding him, and a second later TFC was deep in the branch mine in a half-finished tunnel, the same spot he’d been exactly a week prior. 
Unfortunately, he was still in a comfortable sitting position, resting all his weight on a chair that suddenly wasn’t there, so he immediately toppled to the ground, landing on his ass in an undignified heap. 
“Ow.” TFC muttered, sitting up slowly and tapping through his messages. 
<Xisuma> oh, we rolled back. Is everyone alright!?
<Tango> Mumbo you are BANNED FROM TIME TRAVEL
<MumboJumbo> It wasn’t me this time! I mean it was. But blame Zedaph! 
<Zedaph> ME?! No! Blame Cub! Cub gave me the doodad! 
TFC rolled his eyes and typed out a message. 
<Tinfoilchef> Does anyone have any fresh coffee beans?
Silence. 
No messages. No new complaining. As all the hermits re-read TFC’s words and soaked them in. 
Finally, Cleo broke the silence. 
<Zombiecleo> TFC. How many times did you re-use your last filter of grounds. 
<TinfoilChef> eh, six? Seven?
<Zombiecleo> are you telling me we’d all still be in shuttlecock hell if you hadn’t gotten sick of the taste of reused coffee grinds?!
<TinfoilChef> Pretty much, yeah 
<TinfoilChef> anyway 
<TinfoilChef> does anyone have some fresh coffee? 
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jostensfoxden · 1 month
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Hurt myself by thinking about Andrew Minyard— who absolutely hates the word please. Refuses to say it or let anyone else say it around him.
Finally whispering it as a last resort after Neil has been in some horrific accident and they don’t know if he’ll ever wake up. And Andrew is just sitting in the room with Neil. It’s been months and everyone is tired and out of hope and Andrew just… kind of breaks. He knows the word doesn’t work— it never has before. But still. Some small part of him wants it to this time. He wants it to make up for all the times it never worked before.
So he just holds Neil’s hand, and whispers it. And it makes him ANGRY because he hasn’t said that awful word since he was a kid. And now there’s Neil who isnt making him say it but who he wants to say it for because Neil can’t. Neil’s trapped in his own mind and can’t fend or protect himself.
No one has ever respected that word when it came to Andrew before but if there’s anyone in the world that would… it would be Neil.
Neil doesn’t wake up. Not for several more months. But when he does he tells Andrew that he heard him.
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saintbennetts · 1 year
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I love angst and I love pain but I cannot read "Neil died in Baltimore" fics. they genuinely make me sick to my stomach because he just didn't deserve it. he did not deserve to die terrified and alone and nameless. He deserved a life. a family. a future.
And Andrew? God. It would have destroyed him. He would have blamed himself for releasing Neil from their deal. He did not deserve to lose the one person who could pull him back from the edge. After everything he went through? fuck that.
It's too much. AFTG might be a mess but at least we got a happy ending. I cannot stomach the alternative.
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knox-knocks · 9 months
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I love making andrew and neil dangerous and violent in fics cause no matter what they would literally rather break their own hands than hurt each other
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secondus · 10 months
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Tumbling ain't the same as falling, eh👀 this was inspired by badacts' fic, which is sadly only available for registered users now, but they made me really attached to vixen neil🧡
Originally posted on my instagram on 8/5/2020
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numnue · 1 year
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hc that andrew is really good at jeopardy and whenever it's just him and neil sitting in the dorm living room - and eventually their own living room later on - he'll just sit and answer each one word-for-word while neil watches, amazed
maybe neil is also super good (idk man i just think he holds on to useless info since he'll never know when he might need it) and they compete to see who can get the most points between the two
whenever neil beats andrew he just gives him the most smug smirk that andrew has to kiss off his face (and it has nothing to do with the fact that the smirk maybe makes andrews knees weak and ears hot, and maybe he lets him win sometimes just to see the easy confidence that neil takes on, maybe)
and one day the foxes are there to witness the back-and-forth between them and they're like "you guys should go on the show" and i just know that andrew would think that winning jeopardy would be the funniest thing ever and neil would like that it showed his new freedom in that he could go on live tv with no risk.
so they apply and get on the show (idk how that works) and immediately act like they don't know each other, they're just contestants to each other. and quickly they start trash-talking each other, i mean come on, and the host probably mentions that they're both professional exy players and have been on teams together in the past, so they probably trash talk each other about that even more
and it gets to the point where the old (or maybe new idk) minyard-josten rivalry hashtag starts trending again and at this point they're not publicly out so everybody believes they just really hate each other
anyways, andrew eventually wins (IM SRY BUT I JUST THINK HE'D BE BETTER BECAUSE OF HIS MEMORY) and they ask what he's going to do with the prize money and he turns to neil and is like "i'll probably take my husband on vacation, but i wouldn't know where he'd want to go" and neil smiles at him and is like "anywhere is fine as long as i'm with you" and thats how they come out to the public
"minyard-josten marriage?!" trends for a month after that
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lemonboyjosten · 10 months
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Andrew *flirting* : Ninety percent of the time the very sight of you makes me want to commit murder. I think about carving the skin from your body and hanging it out as a warning to every other fool who thinks he can stand in my way.
Neil : oH?
Nicky (in the background) : He means “he likes you”
Neil : Oh, creative.
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 27 days
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Apparently traumatised kids often fail to grow to normal height because all the energy goes to surviving and well no fucking wonder twinyards and Neil are so short
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moonsnqil · 6 months
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aftg au fic where neil is a psych major and he wants to do his final on the whole nature vs nurture thing so ofc he goes to aaron (they're not friends but they can be found studying with each other and taking turns bringing back snacks from the vending machine when they're both hunched over textbooks at 2 in the morning in the library). aaron only agrees to help bc neil promised he would help him talk to katelyn since they share a class this semester. enter andrew, criminal justice major, he's only here because aaron promised to buy him ice cream for the next month (and neil is hot and andrew is very gay). neil spends the next month or so running his little tests and asking questions. he learns early on that andrew is stubborn, he only deals in exchanges so every other night they find themselves sitting somewhere on campus trading truths and andrew sort of likes how he's revealing the nurture life dealt him and neil just accepts it bc he was dealt a similar hand. aaron doesn't care about the project, he's there for katelyn and maybe a small part of him would admit to needing validation that andrew isn't miles away from him bc look, they both hate candy corn, cilantro tastes like soap, and neither of them ever were too fond of hiking.
andrew wants to quit the project, ice cream wasn't worth this. neils auburn hair and ocean eyes and mysterious scars that were too clean to be anything but intentional. aaron wants to get a gf and find out why his brother doesn't talk to him yet is willing to stab the senior who shoved him. neil just wants to get a good grade, he survived the mafia and his serial killer father so he thinks he deserves a good grade (and if he keeps seeking out andrew in the halls and spends too much time trying to dissect the nature of him, well. good grade, right?)
what happens when neil realizes hes gotten too close to another person in a way he never has before, when andrew begins studying a certain butcher in his class with awfully familiar eyes?
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codename-adler · 6 months
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kevin day is not “neil josten but taller” ok?
whether it’s kevneil, kandrew, kandreil. romantic or platonic. yes, these relationships affect him and how interacts, how he evolves. but he affects those he interacts with right back. like it should be. the adjustments should show. should matter. should be kind.
if neil and/or andrew–especially andrew–are mean, degrading, impatient, mocking, superior, frustrated towards kevin, simply because he is kevin, and kevin isn’t exactly that right back with them? the whole potential of a kevin-relationship was missed. pulverized.
kevin is not “neil josten but taller”–he’s kevin fucking day, queen of exy, son of exy, cult survivor, first and only ambidextrous striker, self-taught at that, and has led the palmetto state foxes to victory. he can be mean and ruthless and oblivious and hurtful and egotistical and a real fucking asshole. andrew’s that. neil is those things too. but they’re neil and andrew and kevin. their characters paint the colors with which their traits appear. they’re very evenly matched, that’s why they work so well together, but their differences make for a lot of it as well.
so unless it’s for the angst, the eventual happy ending, the character development, the relationship development, the healing, the therapy, the do-better… and *even* then…
don’t make neil belittle kevin. don’t make kevin the butt of andreil’s mean jokes. don’t make andrew compare kevin to neil. don’t make kevin palatable to andreil.
all three of them already fit together. nora’s shown us.
why would andrew despise kevin for not understanding the kind of communication he has with neil? and why would neil be the norm? before neil, there was kevin. and only kevin. he was the first for andrew. that can never be denied. and andrew would never forget. why would andrew build a relationship with a second neil? why would he isolate kevin with private, mean jokes with neil? why would neil make fun of kevin with exy? why would he get irritated with kevin for talking more than andrew? and why would all of that be for nothing, except establish a toxic base for the triad?
i don’t like it. it’s not two knives and a spoon. it’s three fucking knives. all equally sharp. all equally blunt. all equally handy. all equally hold-able.
three. fucking. knives.
thank you for coming to my KEVTalk.
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ionlydrinkhotwater · 2 months
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OK but YOU KNOW that Katelyn and Neil have accidentially worn their boyfriends jerseys at the same time at some point.
All the Vixens and Foxes struggling NOT to point out that Katelyn and Neil both have MINYARD plastered on their backs during lunch or something. Andrew and Aaron scowling at their siblings significant over it
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