Surf's up stan account

You see I too often sat in school classes and thought “when am I ever going to need this, I’m never going to be an engineer, I’m never gonna be a scientist, I’m never gonna be a linguist” and then I grew up and it turns out a lot of bigots and cults and scams and grifts hinge their entire business model on you just. Not knowing what a protein is or some shit

I saw a bottle of water in the store advertising that it had a "perfectly balanced pH." Well, yeah, duh. It's water. Its pH is 7. You didn't have to do anything all that special to make it that way. You're being asked to pay extra for a basic feature of water

riko must’ve hated jeremy’s ass so bad oh god just think about it. jeremy is the EXACT opposite of riko, yet in the same position. riko tries so hard by using violence and abuse day to day just to keep the other two members of the perfect court in line and jeremy is admired by jean and kevin with smiles and clean play from miles away from the nest without even knowing. this fucking gay kid from california should have no place on the court with the way he plays but he’s close enough to perfect that they get compared. he beats jeremy every year but it’s still not enough to stop the awe on kevin’s face or to take jean’s admiring eyes out off him.

great thing about a character with very little canon backstory is that you truly can say anything you want about them. my blorbo now.

Jeremy is absentmindedly holding Jean’s hand as they wander through the city, their fingers comfortably intertwined while they laugh their way through yet another conversation. then, coming toward them, they spot exactly the kind of men Jeremy has learned to recognize all too well. they begin mocking them under their breath, exaggerating the way they’re holding hands, lacing their own fingers together in an over-the-top imitation before breaking into laughter at their own joke. Jeremy doesn’t even think about it, his fingers instinctively begin to slip from Jean’s hand. years of unwanted attention teaching him to make himself smaller, to create just enough distance that maybe the spotlight will move on to someone else. Jean refuses to let him. he pulls Jeremy closer rather than letting him go, drapes an arm over Jeremy’s shoulders and draws him firmly against his side, leaving absolutely no room for doubt about where either of them belongs. only then does he lift his eyes, his expression is calm, almost frighteningly so, as he fixes the men with an icy stare. very few people are eager to hold the gaze of a broad-shouldered, 6’2” Frenchman who looks more than willing to make them regret saying another word.

all Mary Hatford ever wanted was for her son to be safe. so would she be angry that Neil broke every rule she spent years teaching him? or would she simply be relieved to see that her only child had finally found people he could trust without expecting a knife in his back the moment he let his guard down? that he’d found someone who became his home, someone he could love, and who loved him just as fiercely in return. that now, instead of falling asleep in cheap motels or abandoned buildings, Neil wakes in a warm bed in an apartment that belongs to him. the first thing he reaches for each morning is no longer the gun hidden beneath his duffel bag, masquerading as a pillow. Instead, he instinctively burrows closer to the warm body behind him, earning a lazy kiss against his hair before pulling the blanket up around them both. after all, there’s nowhere left to run. his whole life is finally waiting for him—a long one, an ordinary one, wonderfully, almost painfully routine. the life of a quiet family man, a celebrated Exy player, and, above all else, simply Neil Josten: a man who no longer has to spend every waking moment looking over his shoulder. these days, the only thing he needs is another twenty minutes of sleep in the early morning. and that’s a luxury he never believed he’d live long enough to have.

Neil is hypersensitive whenever Andrew’s warm, calloused hands glide over the scarred stretch of his side, tracing the line left behind by that unfortunate fall from the car. without realizing it, Neil quietly props himself up on his elbows, his eyes never leaving Andrew’s hands. he doesn’t even notice the way his back instinctively arches into the touch, pressing himself closer in silent search of more, clinging to Andrew’s hands with the quiet devotion of a cat seeking out its favorite warmth.

Andrew and Neil share a single wardrobe. at first, Andrew reaches only for his own clothes out of habit, never even realizing he's doing it. It takes months of sharing the same shelves before the line between mine and yours begins to blur. Neil, on the other hand, adapts from the very beginning. he has no problem stealing Andrew's clothes because he's never paid much attention to what he wears in the first place. whether something belongs to him or not has never mattered all that much. after his evening shower, Neil flops onto the bed beside Andrew, face-first onto the mattress. he's wearing an old pair of shorts that only became "old" because Andrew finally insisted that "it's embarrassing to keep wearing that rag outside," along with one of Andrew's t-shirts that Neil stole months ago. by now it's become a routine: the moment it's washed, Neil claims it before Andrew even has a chance to notice it sitting in the clean laundry. It goes straight from the dryer onto Neil's back. curious, Andrew hooks a finger beneath the waistband of Neil's shorts and tugs them down just enough to glance underneath, letting out a quiet hum when he finds himself looking at his own boxers. "You're stretching out my underwear." Neil snorts. "You could always stop wearing any" he drapes an arm across Andrew's stomach and nuzzles into the warm spot over his heart before tilting his head up, those impossibly blue eyes meeting Andrew's steady brown ones. Andrew raises an eyebrow, waiting. without saying a word, Neil throws one leg over Andrew's, settling into what is apparently the perfect position. "You're stretching out my t-shirts,". Andrew counters: "You can't stretch out something that already fit you like a damn dress.”. Neil only huffs. Andrew knows full well that Neil knows that he [Andrew] likes to feel Neil's scent. even after living together long enough for all their clothes to carry the same familiar scent, Neil himself still smells unmistakably like Neil. there's warmth to it, something faintly reminiscent of cheap cologne mixed with freshly laundered cotton, lingering in the fabric of what used to be Andrew's old shirt. but the greatest trace of that scent isn't trapped in a piece of clothing. It's tucked into the warm skin just behind Neil's ear. every night before falling asleep, Andrew presses his nose there, quietly breathing in the achingly familiar scent of the person beside him. It's something tangible, something steady-something that, for the first time in his life, feels like home.

no because imagine all the times jeremy's thoughts get dark in tbc and jab is immediately there, climbing onto him and booping his cheek like "hey, stay here with me" (mini jean)

In my silliest delusions Nicky Hemmick is a normal, very lonely college student and he doesn’t have any friends really so he goes out and buys two bunnies to keep in his dorm (#it’s a secret, don’t tell the dean) and he uses the bit of money his parents gave him for ‘books’ to make them both very nice enclosures but the tiny yellow ish bunnies end up crying any time they’re separated so Nicky ends up having to put them in the same cage where they cuddle and snuggle and don’t cry anymore because they have their brother back and it’s really cute and Nicky of course wants to see about just getting a bigger enclosure for them to share instead of the two smaller ones so he goes back to the pet store and meets #his future husband Erik Klose who is the sweetest pet shop worker and has the prettiest eyes and nicest smile and Nicky starts ‘inviting him over to see the two lil bunny twinyards’ and over time Nicky gains not just two new lil friends who keep him company all the time but also this precious guy who he most def has a crush on & suddenly his lonely days aren’t so lonely anymore and it’s so sweet and cute and perfect siiiiighhhh

post tkm andreil makes me so feral. imagine them going on drives at 3am just because they can. neil falling asleep on andrew when they’re laying on the couch. andrew giving neil forehead kisses. neil hugging andrew from behind. andrew buying fruits for neil even though he himself hates them. neil trying to bake sweets for andrew. them holding hands when they’re sitting next to each other. them studying russian together to be able to talk without their friends understanding. them getting cats and referring to each other as “dad” when talking to the cats. andrew buying neil a camera for him to take pictures of their shared life. them staying together and loving each other.