Space Gremlin

Your first initial and the last two letters of your last name.

this simultaneously lends support for the story (can find Ryuk via “grinning anime demon”) and brings aspects of it into question (why scroll for a billion years if it’s right there?), but Google results are pretty time-volatile, and it’s easy to miss something if you don’t know what you’re looking for.

If you talk to folks about how their bosses are dickheads and makin’ good friends with their neighbors to get their proper due from the boss and the government, they’ll overwhelmingly want to listen to you. 

Nicky: So, do you and Andrew have pet names for each other?

Neil: No, we don’t. What’s even the point?

Allison: Sure… Hey, Neil. What do bees make?

Neil: Honey?

Nicky: …

Allison: … I was pretty sure that would work.

Aaron: You’re doing it wrong.

Aaron: *kicks Neil’s shin*

Neil: OW! YOU LITTLE SHIT!

Andrew, from his and Neil’s room: What?

Everyone accepts andreil’s relationship for what it is and it’s all good and fine and maybe Matt thinks that Neil deserves someone who is a little more affectionate and open with their feelings but w/e Neil’s obvs happy so he tries not to say anytying

And then during Neil’s second year, right before the Christmas banquet, Andrew finally, finally gets a really nice haircut that might just be a style Neil offhandedly liked when Allison had been hounding him about cuts for his own atrocious hair.

Now, they’ve been together for a year and a half/almost 2 years by this point. Neil’s scars are light pink and soft bc of the creams Andrew rubs into them every night and it doesn’t hurt to smile anymore inside or out so that’s what he spends the whole banquet doing- smiling at the upperclassmen, smiling at Nicky, smiling when Kevin chokes on his drink around a cute bubbly goalie from Atlanta, smiling smiling smiling at Andrew all night, tickling his palm with the short sides of Andrew’s hair, tracing the shell of his ears with light fingertips, kissing his knuckles when nobody is looking, mouthing off at an asshole from North Carolina.

And God his ears have just been red all fucking night. It takes a while for anybody to notice and Nicky is first bc he’s always looking over his shoulder for his family. At first he thinks it’s the alcohol, but then he sees Neil snag Andrew’s belt loop for a quick tug and release and his ears practically glow as his eyes track Neil from an impassive face. He nearly spills his drink trying to snack Matt’s shoulder to get his attention and point it out

but like…Becky, of course LGBTQ+ people existed before Stonewall. We’ve all existed since the beginning of time. But the movement got a shock to its senses, a jump-start, a rocket-into-space when that glass shattered via Marsha P. Johnson, and when Sylvia Rivera was up on-stage protesting guess who was on the sidelines heckling her?

Okay, here’s the stupid gender essentialist metaphor:

Women are like spaghetti because their thoughts noodle all over the place. Men are like waffles because there thoughts are in boxes. Men aren’t bad listeners, they just can’t keep up with a conversation when women are noodling topics so fast and they have to keep switching boxes. Also, when a woman asks a man what he’s thinking and he says “nothing” women just don’t understand that some of a man’s boxes literally have nothing in them, haha!

….. :|

Happy to see you again, super happy to hear you liked all the books! They just kinda string you along, don’t they :^3

Of course! have some post Nathan cuddles