I wanna force Jeremy into one of those spiky vests people buy for their chihuahuas to protect them from like coyotes and hawks except the predator is Nora and I’m not a dog owner living in the city I’m like on the edge of the forest listening to the howling creep closer and closer every night

it's sad that the poll tourney trend ended three years ago because a) i liked being so invested in absolute nonsense and b) i really want to do a "favorite victims of fandom misogyny" or "favorite hated female character" tournament. i'm just really in the mood to see people passionately defend unfairly maligned women (fictional) in my notes. would anyone be into this? i might try to do it anyway, but also it's kind of a bummer to run a poll where only like three people are participating.

Neil is obsessed with Andrew’s biceps, and God help them all if he ever gets less shame than he already has (thanks for that). one day, while staring at the tight curve of Andrew’s bicep with wide blue eyes, he blurts out, “Choke me with it.” “What?” Andrew asks. and Neil finally tears his gaze away from the bicep, looks up at him in surprise, and replies, “What?”

do you ever wonder if kevin wonders whether or not he could actually score continuously and repeatedly against andrew if andrew actually gave it his all. if the answer is inconclusive do you think it ever bothers him because he works so hard and has trained for so long compared to andrew’s nothing #andrewsnothing

"I asked" & everyone thinks Neil is achieving some impossible feat convincing Andrew to do stuff he doesn't want to do when really Neil's just... reasoning with Andrew over the potential benefits. Incentivising. Playing his game. BECAUSE NEIL UNDERSTANDS ANDREW ENOUGH TO KNOW WHAT HE WANTS. NEIL DOESN'T WRITE HIM OFF AS ILLOGICAL/CRAZY. THE BAR IS NOT THAT HIGH GUYS HE'S JUST TREATING HIM LIKE A PERSON oh i have such feelings about it all

andrew spends the entire plane ride home from california asking himself if he could be picked up by jeremy with a lighter. he tries to tell himself that would never work on him, but there’s a flicker of doubt there

(in love with you) (bursting at the seams to talk to you) (heart teeming chest aching) hey how are you

genuinely if i was into neil josten i would be humiliated by it too. the man wears jorts. he's never picked up a social cue in his life and the only thing he thinks about is stick ball. he smokes but he actually doesn't and he's ginger and he's got mommy issues and the most punchable face a man has ever worn. he doesn't even pick up on any of your cool smooth lines nor does he care how sexy your car is. he's british. when you're talking he says things like 'i could draw on you with a marker' and when you're gone he says you're all that matters. andrew was right to hate him this would be a fucking devastating thing to discover about yourself.