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all-for-andreil · 11 months
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Kevin vs Neil 😭😂😭😂
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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It’s rarely ever the summary that makes me want to read a fic, it’s almost always the tags.
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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Starting to question if it’s a phase at this point 🙈
been trying to get to read new books but it seems i'm not past my binge-reading-aftg-fanfiction-phase just yet
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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Neil: You can’t trust people with beards. Why? Easy, CIA use beards to hide loose ends of their prosthetic face masks. Remember, person with beard is a potential CIA spy. What else… Oh, yeah you can use hairpin as lockpicks but you need to know how to bend them, so at the beginning just get a professional lockpick and then when you get more experience you can use hairpins. Oh and the best way to murder somebody is just to shot them, like you know from the hip in the middle of big crowd. Hide the weapon, act as much in panic as everybody else, get rid of the weapon and your clothes and voila, perfect murder. Like yes there are surveillance cameras, but honestly they are not as good as people think. Reporter who just asked if Neil have any good advices for his fans:
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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boys who would kill me if they knew i called them babygirl
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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i made a joke on twitter that someone should write a crack fic that opens with Andrew riding the horse in TKM and he’s like “bet you’re wondering how i ended up here.”
and well. then this happened:
You’re probably wondering how I ended up here.
A horseback ride in the Blue Ridge mountains sounds idyllic, if you’re the kind of person that takes vacations straight out of the free tourist brochures at gas stations. I am not that person.
In fact, I had never been on any vacation before this week. If I were to take a vacation of my choosing, I would absolutely not be doing an activity that requires me to activate my core while breathing air that smells like animal shit.
Yet here I am. Sitting on a horse double my height, following a group of people I don’t even particularly like down a stinky, too-green path through the woods.
You might ask, why did you put yourself in this situation? It’s a good question, and I fear I have the worst answer of all:
There’s this guy.
I know, I know, how cliche. If it helps, I am not prone to them: I’m an orphan but not a Chosen One. I’m a college athlete who couldn’t care less about winning. I’m a twin but I’m nothing like my brother.
The boy problems, though? I’ve got ‘em. And oh, do I know how to pick ‘em.
Neil’s horse ambles down the wide path next to mine. The man himself is slumped forward in his saddle, reins held loosely in his bandaged hands. Neil has the misfortune of being very murder-able, so the bandages are a more common part of his whole look than one would hope.
This most recent bout of “almost getting killed” was particularly… vexing. (We don’t need to go into detail. All you need to know is that I didn’t handle it well.) Neil is moving on, though. He’s taking in the scenery, and his expression befits a tourist brochure even if the rest of him screams, “I should probably still be in a hospital.” When he catches me looking his lips curve into a small smile, and Reader, it is imperative that you understand how passionately I hate him.
“This is cool,” Neil says.
“Well, as long as you’re enjoying it,” my cousin grumbles from behind us. Nicky enjoys nature about as much as I do. I shoot him a look, and he mimes zipping his mouth shut.
Neil only shrugs, leaning further against the neck of his horse. I’m not sure how he’s awake. In the last four nights, he’s slept in a hospital, on a cot in an FBI conference room, on a dorm room floor, and then finally one night in a real bed in the luxurious “cabin” our teammates are renting. Minus the hospital, I’ve dealt with the same sleeping arrangements (yes, including the giant fluffy bed, no, we will not make a big deal of it). Even without the copious injuries, I do not have why don’t we go horseback riding? energy. But somehow Neil, with his half-melted face and arms, has giddied up to come smile at me and the sky and the trees.
This brings me to my point: I’m in deep. I’m so fucked. This morning, I would have told you that you’d never catch me in touching range of a horse. But for twelve hours, I thought Neil Josten might be dead; if he’s going to stand in front of me, saying he wants to go horseback riding, then yeah, every person on this goddamn team is going to get on a goddamn horse unless they want me to gut them.
My thighs are so sore and itchy. I’m on a horse that smells worse than my gear bag, swatting away flies and dodging low branches. I genuinely hate the present moment. It’s my fault, I know: these are the perils of letting ourselves fall for stupid ass men. These are the perils of getting attached to anyone at all.
But put yourself in my shoes. Really visualize it — they are cowboy boots with honest to god spurs, and I was forced to pay money to rent them.
Now ask yourself: Did I really have any other choice?
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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Someone: Do you think Neil is hot?
Andrew: Yeah
-camera pans to Neil, who is microwaving a salad, wearing incredibly ratty jeans, and whose hair looks like something tried to make a nest in it-
Andrew: Totally hot.
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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Just a little guy
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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Neil @ about 3am: would you still hate me if I was a worm?
Andrew: no
Neil, grinning: so you’d love me
Andrew, glaring: no
Neil: so you’d…hate me?
Andrew: *pushes him off the bed*
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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When someone feels sad and depressed and lonely and heartbroken you know what helps?
Say it with me: All for the Game Pinterest ♡
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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You know what I feel like we don't talk about enough? The score for the first Raven vs Foxes game.
The ending score was 13-6 Raven's win. I Know they say that it's the worst point gap in 3 years for the foxes. But Damn! That's still pretty good. The top team going up against the last team??? And they only lost by 7 point??? That's pretty damn good!
The raven took 150 shots on goal. ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY. And Andrew only let in 13 (THIRTEEN) of them! Holy moley!! That's 8%. HE ONLY MISSES 8%
One hundred and fifty fucking shots were fired on Andrew and he only missed thirteen of them. That's so good even on a professional level. Not to mention that he was going through withdrawl and played an entire fucking game without a break (except whatever halftime is)
Riko's cocky ass after the game like "that was pathetic" YOU ABSOULY RIGHT! the #1 Exy team in the nation should have SLAUGHTERED the foxes, but guess what? They didn't. They put up a hell of a fight and the raven struggled against a rookie, a disheveled team, and a goalie going through withdrawl.
Andrew. The best player on the fucking team. He might not care about Exy or any of that, but damn he was not going to let Riko win without a fight.
I'm still just so in awe. 150 shots. And he only missed 13.
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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Andrew’s lines as Taylor Swift lyrics bc I’m hyper fixated on TS and AFTG
Andrew: the touch of a hand lit the fuse of a chain reaction of countermoves to assess the equation of you
Neil: I’m not a math problem
Andrew: but I’ll still solve you
And…
Neil: because revenge isn’t good enough? What would it take?
Andrew: show me the places where the others gave you scars
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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Heres a formal thank you to everyone who keeps the aftg fandom alive MARRY ME YOU ALL KEEP MY SANITY ALIVE
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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Currently having Snoop Dogg read aftg fanfiction to me on speechify 😆
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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all-for-andreil · 1 year
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Kevin: woke up this morning with a cup of water and a note next my bed saying "for hungover me"
Kevin: I took a sip and it was vodka
Kevin: drunk me is such an asshole
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