I Agree On Everything

NOBODY understands that short, depressed, asshole, med student, who’s just trying to graduate without being targeted by the mafia or an over dramatic college sport cult, the way that I DO

Happy pride month 🧡

This is one of my pieces for the aftg pride zine ✨️

You can find the zine under @aftgpridezine and @/aftg_zine on twitter!!!

There are awesome fics and a lot of beautiful art in there 😌

I made another little illustration that'll be available as a print with the physical zine, as well as other stunning merch by amazing artists 👀

And if you didn't already know I liked kevaaron– you know now.

andrew SPRINTED! i need you all to understand! andrew RAN FOR NEIL. i don’t know why this never clicked in my head because neil was about to get fucking killed and of course andrew was there. but the fact that andrew ran for him, after an entire series of neil running and realizing what it meant to stay—this was andrew’s final nail in the coffin that neil’s this isn’t nothing was real after all. i need to lay on the ground

and EC reminds us that he worked through all of the people that hurt his people

Yes, Neil ordering a hit on Grayson in the middle of a restaurant was The Move™️ of all time, BUT let's not forget that it wasn't the first time Neil ensured someone's death in public.

He might not have officially ordered and paid for this one, but he sure did sick Stuart on Proust to make sure he died in the middle of a crowd at championships.

i can not get white trash southern barty out of my head with his unsettling, dead eyed, french boyfriend

nobody understands how fucking insane I am about neil josten. I want to build an art gallery for that man, a museum, a cathedral. I want to capture the sound of his laughter in a bottle. I want to interview the monster that lived under his childhood bed. I want to study his profile while he’s sleeping. I want to know every speck of color in his eyes. I want his bones that healed wrong. I want to catch the way foreign curses fall from his tongue and make a wind chime out of them. I want to pluck the sun out of his hair. I want to see his already questionable humanity decay. I want to taste his terror and despair and I want to cradle him in my arms and never let another person hurt him ever again

my markers were in order like this and my only thought is is Neil Josten.

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The hill I'm willing to die on is that Evan Rosier wouldn't listen to Arctic Monkeys or the Smiths. He would be a die hard Nightwish fan.

today's pick of who gets to kiss kevin day is none other than (drumroll) aaron michael minyard! gay thoughts supplied by realization that i enjoyed writing the way we are so much and i must indulge myself again soon