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#'neil josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag' AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
hella1975 · 1 year
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fuck it im gonna reread aftg
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kazzyboy · 3 years
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Thinking about how that first time I saw that one meme that was like “‘fuck you my child is fine!’ Your child can recite the first chapter of the foxhole court” because I laughed and immediately recited the entire first page without taking a breath
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callumnovae · 4 years
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it's self care time ladies
and by selfcare i absolutely mean rereading aftg
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foxholemaggots · 4 years
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whatmack · 5 years
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@nickyklose im in TEARS imagine the person whose job it is to change those. Do they have a big tall ladder or do they Mission Impossible down from the ceiling with a cartridge belt of replacements Do different Courts have different signature scents What’s a scent Dark and Evil enough for Evermore Is it Midnight Storm Is it Blood Orange
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flobuloes · 4 years
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my god, I gotta reread aftg
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meridasthoughts · 3 years
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wanna know what comfort sounds like? Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag
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mochiwangj · 3 years
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Therapist: and what do we do when we are sad?
Me: we re-read all for the game
Therapist: no, we-
Me: sorry, not listening, because Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. He didn't want the nicotine-
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"why are you like this?" well first of all Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag-
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alinastarkovz · 4 years
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@exysource​, game #2: quotes → the foxhole court + quotes
Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. He didn't want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother. If he inhaled slowly enough, he could almost taste the ghost of gasoline and fire. It was at once revolting and comforting, and it sent a sick shudder down his spine. The jolt went all the way to his fingertips, dislodging a clump of ash. It fell to the bleachers between his shoes and was whisked away by the wind.
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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years
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okay so NO spoilers for aftg but this is literally the first line of the first book: Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag.
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maggiecheungs · 3 years
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i was tagged by dawy @itoldsunset 🥰💕😘
rule: list 3-5 snippets of literature/media that live in your head rent-free to the point where you have them memorized; write them down from memory, no cheating allowed!
1. others may forget you, but not i. / i am haunted by your beautiful ghost (untitled poem by empress yamatohime, trans. kenneth rexroth). i have so many of rexroth’s translations of classical japanese poetry written on my heart but this one is possibly my favourite (also, i used it for this he’s coming to me gifset so now i get twice as emotional whenever i think about it)
2. my dream, a chimera, is to have both sexes in turn, to satisfy this dual nature; man today, woman tomorrow (mademoiselle de maupin by theophole gautier). this novel was written in 1835 and it’s SO GAY and SO TRANS and the nonbinary main character goes around seducing men and women and i read it when i was fourteen and it made me realise i was queer and the whole thing has lived in my head rent-free ever since. (fyi, my tumblr username actually comes from the main character, théodore de sérannes)
3. neil josten let his cigarette burn down to the filter without taking a drag. he didn’t want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother. (the foxhole court, by nora sakavic). this series is my ultimate comfort read, and i’ve read this series so many times that i know huge chunks of it off by heart. this is the opening line of book one and it is instant serotonin.
4. sara was always asking me, ‘what do you want, callie?’ And finally, i let her know. i answered. (from stop kiss by diana son). this is a fairly recent addition to my mental treasure trove but i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this quote ever since i watched the version of stop kiss that apple lapisara directed. i think about this quote and this scene and i want to sob my heart out. 
5. i told you. i chose you long ago. i was scared you wouldn’t choose me. (from quarantine stories 10: what happened last night?) this is another fairly recent one but I am constantly thinking about the pamkwang confession scene. this line in particular has lived in my head for months now 🥺
tagging @tichawongtipkanon @kittychicha @wjmild @kaonoppakao @pangwave @transtian @tianphupha @ahysopae @shu-yi and literally everyone else who wants to do it (but ofc no pressure!!!!)
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percontaion-points · 3 years
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Foxhole Court chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. He didn't want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother.
And we're starting off on such a good note.
If he inhaled slowly enough, he could almost taste the ghost of gasoline and fire.
I admit that I don't know much about cigarettes, but I'm like 90% certain that they don't put gasoline into them.
"I didn't see your parents at the game," Hernandez said.
"They're out of town," Neil said.
"Still or again?"
Neither, but Neil wouldn't say that. He knew his teachers and coach were tired of hearing the same excuse any time they asked after his parents, but it was as easy a lie as it was overused. It explained why no one would ever see the Jostens around town and why Neil had a predilection for sleeping on school grounds.
It wasn't that he didn't have a place to live. It was more that his living situation wasn't legal. Millport was a dying town, which meant there were dozens of houses on the market that would never sell. He'd appropriated one last summer in a quiet neighborhood populated mostly by senior citizens. His neighbors rarely left the comfort of their couches and daily soaps, but every time he came and went he risked getting spotted. If people realized he was squatting they'd start asking difficult questions. It was usually easier to break into the locker room and sleep there.
Literally not one single person in this town asked themselves “Hey, where did this child come from? Where are his parents?”
I find it more than a little difficult to believe.
Especially that not one single person with the school's administration wanted to see so much of a parent/guardian signature on SOMETHING.
Exy was a bastard sport, an evolved sort of lacrosse on a soccer-sized court with the violence of ice hockey...
How to get away with writing about sports when you know nothing about sports.
Millport boasted fewer than nine hundred residents. This was a place where everyone knew everyone's business.
LITERALLY NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON ASKED “WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS CHILD'S PARENTS”?!
It didn't matter how much he liked being Neil Josten. […] Twenty-two names stood between him and the truth...
Are you telling me that his name isn't even Neil Josten? HOW THE FUCKITY FUCK DID HE EVEN GET ENROLLED IN SCHOOL WITHOUT ANY SORT OF LEGAL DOCUMENTS AND PARENT/GUARDIAN SIGNATURES?!
Prison couldn't stop his father for long, and Neil wouldn't survive a rematch with him.
Victim protection services? LOL WHAT IS THAT?! (I say of a book that's already not understanding how even public schools need legal documents to enroll a student.)
"I already gave you my answer. I won't sign with you."
"You didn't listen to my whole offer," Wymack said. "If I paid to fly three people out here to see you the least you could do is give me five minutes, don't you think?"
So this is how they recruit for Exy players? By scoping out people that Neil says come from “broken homes”, and then lying in wait to ambush people who dare to say no?
If Neil wanted nothing to do with this before, he sure as fuck isn't going to join after having been beaten up just now.
"Coach already answered that question," Kevin said, a tad impatiently. "We are waiting for you to sign the contract. Stop wasting our time."
Neil already said no. Multiple times. And tried to leave.
So at this point, it's honestly their own damned fault over time wasted.
"Let's try that again. The reason I'm asking is because Coach Hernandez guesses you spend several nights a week here. He thinks there's something going on since you won't change out with the others or let anyone meet your parents. That's why he nominated you to me; he thinks you fit the line. You know what that means, right? You know the people I look for.”
I've seen enough Law & Order: SVU to the point where my mind is screaming this at me: GROWN-ASS MEN DON'T HARASS YOUNG, VULNERABLE BOYS FROM BROKEN HOMES TO JOIN THEIR COLLEGE SPORTS TEAM UNTIL THEY GIVE UP AND SIGN.
This man sounds like a groomer, but okay.
"Andrew's lot stays in town for summer break," Wymack said. "They crash with Abby, our team nurse. Her place is full, but you could stay with me until the dorm opens in June. My apartment's not made for two people but I've got a couch that's a little softer than a rock.”
[image description: a black and white screenshot from the original Lost in Space series. A 1960's robot is saying “DANGER WILL ROBINSON!” while Will Robinson looks at the robot.]
“Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you."
I'm all for giving people second chances. Especially children, who might not have known any better.
But the problem is that this guy is 100% refusing to accept Neil's decision. And he's honestly giving me these really strong “I groom people from vulnerable situations so that I can molest them and they won't say no” vibes.
He left the stadium and the Foxes and their too-good promises behind him, but the unsigned contract in his bag felt like an anchor around his neck.
Chapter 1 summary: Meet Neil, a rough boy who literally lives at the school because he's an orphan with his father in prison for having murdered somebody. He lied about every single thing about himself in order to get into a public high school, including his name.
Despite his now-dead mother's advice to keep his head down and not to play the fictitious sport of “exy”, Neil couldn't help himself and ended up playing at this school. But he was so good at it that the coach sent a video of Neil playing to the coach of a college team. The titular “Foxes”.
As I said in my earlier commentary, but the coach has an extreme hard-sell tactic, including having two members of his team waiting for Neil in the locker room to beat him up if he didn't say yes. The third member of the team is somebody that Neil knows personally... from before his father went nuts. He has memories of watching Kevin as Neil's dad apparently went nuts at a sportsball game when they were in little league and murdered somebody. Kevin is mainly the reason why Neil is saying no, but another big part of it is because college is more watched than high school, and he doesn't want his father to find him.
The coach eventually leaves the contract with Neil. Neil is sick in the toilet, and wants nothing more than to tear up the contract and slip away into another identity.
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allhereforthegay · 4 years
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“Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag.”
Here we gooo!!
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scp-69 · 4 years
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f is for friends that do stuff together
u is for u and me
n is for neil josten let his cigarette burn down to the filter without taking a drag
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chillmayo · 3 years
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I opened tfc for aftg reread session that occurs every 6 months, and this line:
Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. He didn't want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother.
I remember the first time I read it, I thought it was because his mom was an avid smoker and the smell reminded him of her, instead of what it actually was, Neil remembering his mother's dead body burning body in a car he set fire to-
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