hey, i’m obsessed with all for the game and other niche things (books / comics / cartoons etc.)

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just imagine it's the middle of the night or something, and neil is being an idiot and somehow manages to hurt himself and he can't reach the injury so he needs help. he doesn't go to andrew. he goes to aaron. yes, aaron will give him a lot of shit about it jokingly, but he'd use the most gentle hands, stay with neil for a few minutes after to make sure he's okay and he doesn't have any other injuries. insults will never seize to flow off of his tongue, but his mannerisms will still be full of care

you know those people who write in full caps? he's 100% one of them, and sometimes he'd leave notes for neil on the counter reminding him that he has cooked food ready for him in the microwave, that canned goods aren't his only option anymore.

neil, simply existing:

can you imagine neil just flipping through aaron’s textbooks and accidentally memorizing a few words from here and there and sometimes uses them to mess with aaron. like he’d say something and give it the wrong definition and go, “no i read it yesterday i swear.” aaron wouldn’t even realize bc he just trusts neil that much, ehile the idiot is literally just having a laugh.

can we talk about the fact that he was a pre-med student doing perfectly fine even tho he's on the exy team and is constantly being dragged into the most batshit things whilst watching the people he knows being tortured and some even killed?????????

also???? he ??? killed ??? someone ???? there's no way that didn't affect him, no matter what drake had done. he took someone's life away. yeah, deserved, but HE did that.

do you ever think about the fact that andrew let himself want neil after not allowing himself to want anything for years? because i do.

• even though andrew started going to the roof to feel something, he slowly started to fall for the night sky.

• the way the muggy air would be accompanied by the smell of wet tar, the way it felt like sky was holding him and everything else in a chilled embrace, capturing everything in a black and grey dome.

• when he looked at the stars, he felt like he was looking into kaleidoscopes tumbling with memories, moments, and lives lived and lost.

• each one for a memory he could play like a disk, the details so clear, whether for the better or worse.

• he started to come up to roof not only when the all-too-well-known feeling of numbness was pumped by heart, filling every crevice of his body, but when he couldn't sleep, when he felt stressed

• when he felt anything he considered overwhelming, he count count on the sky to ground him, hold him tight

• he'd lay with his back on the rough cement, inhaling the scent of his lit cigarette

• then, he started to bring neil there, his ridiculous silhouette glowing underneath the magic of the night sky. him and his ugly fucking eyes. fuck him.

• he'd watch the steady rise and fall of neil's chest when they lay side by side, trying to slow his own breathing pace, matching it to neil's steady one.

• yeah, he brought neil there, but andrew wasn't one for words. he didn't tell him how the sky, so dark, and far away, had poked holes in its own darkness, naming each a star for his sake, a sacrifice it had made to show him that he will never be alone. though they had both been dark, the little sprinkles of light will remain.

• some will die out, and get replaced by others, some will stay for his whole lifetime. like memories, some stars were made to shine brighter than others, and others were made to be forgotten