or the colouring on the allison one

the foxhole meme
  • unspoken team rule to flip off every raven on campus  
  • allison: no fear
  • nicky: neil in jorts 
  • allison: one fear  
  • dan sets aaron’s alarm to ‘bad case of lovin’ you’ he can’t figure out how to change it and he is apoplectic with rage  
  • she changes it to a different doctor themed song whenever he gets particularly annoying  
  • wymack gets a mug that says ’#1 dad’ every year, signed by all the foxes 
  • even andrew  
  • wymack doesn’t know if he should be touched or suspicious as fuck  
  • you’ve heard of kevin day now get ready for
  • kevout night
  • aaron: swears 
  • matt: covering neil’s ears, aaron that’s such a bad example to set for the children
  • nicky: why the heck do we have to be up so early?
  • dan: I know we’re all tired but let’s watch our fucking language
  • neil, opens his mouth in an interview
  • foxes: why r u like this  
  • nicky: kevin here is ur disgusting Health smoothie why do u even drink it
  • kevin: eating vegetables increases life span  
  • nicky: so do you have any positives or  
  • 'hey kevin here’s another picture of jeremy go add it to your shrine we’ll wait’  
  • neil: half asleep 
  • renee: neil what’s five plus one   
  • aaron, whispering: twelve 
  • neil, bolting awake: TWELVE  
  • ‘what’s your favourite colour’ 'exy’  
  • matt, pointing at fluffy puppy: neil it’s you  
  • andrew, pointing at dented trash can: neil it’s you
  • kevin: yeah everyone on our team is rly passionate abt exy we always give it our all  
  • camera pans to andrew. he is sitting down in the goal, sunglasses on, neil fanning him as he lounges back. none of the referees seem to know what to do.
  • kevin: I am so sick of being alive (x)
  • allison, at every minor inconvenience: 'i don’t deserve this. i’m a nice fucking person’
  • referring to Kevin as various queens from history  
  • 'yeah ok cleopatra shut the fuck up’  
  • 'hey elizabeth i of england can u maybe like chill’  
  • 'neil josten if u could come to the front of the shopping centre please ur mother dan wilds is here to collect u’
  • ‘kevin u know there are other sports except exy right’
  • kevin: sounds fake but ok

anonymous asked:

Do you think Neil has a binder (solely) for Andrew (and him) and one for his Foxes? What's inside the binder(s)? And ohh btw I just simply love your hc about the photos ((and i want more bec i love you and your hcs so much))

thanks bb <3

(neil only got the binders because he can’t cover every spare inch of the walls of their apartments in photos and articles - even he recognises that it would make it look like a serial stalker’s den. yes, andrew’s slightly judgmental expression did help him to reach that conclusion)

anyway, a list of some of the contents of neil’s post-graduation binders:

  • every photograph and article about kevin day neil can get his hands on - and there’s a lot of them. kevin holding trophies, kevin with his teams, kevin and thea in elegant clothes at big events, kevin smiling in a way that starts fake but gets more real as the years pass. kevin, alive. kevin, victorious. kevin with everything that riko tried to take from him. (enough of them that andrew made a dry comment or two about neil at least being predictable in his obsessions) (he’s quietly satisfied by the progression, too)
  • articles on robin, as both a fox and afterwards, concrete proof of neil’s work as a captain and andrew’s…something neil isn’t quite sure of sometimes, still. photos of her standing tall and proud, no trace of the mousey child who was nearly too afraid to be a fox
  • a collection of postcards addressed to them both in renee’s neat hand - pictures of mountain ranges and jungles and forests and deserts and cityscapes, ones that still make neil think about a different kind of travel than the frightened bolt he and his mother did across half the planet all those years ago with that vague kind of longing for something different
  • the entire photographic coverage of allison’s first fashion show (neil was there, which meant andrew was there. unsurprisingly, andrew ‘i wear designer clothes’ minyard found it more interesting than neil ‘the height of fashion is my partner’s oversized hoodie and these jeans that i’ve had for ten years’ josten)
  • a heavy piece of cream card inviting neil and andrew to the wedding of nicholas hemmick and erik klose (they went. neil had never seen nicky happier)
  • a picture of matt and neil hugging on the court after eschewing the more normal post-game handshake, wearing different colours and smiles
  • articles following dan’s career, from her first teams through to the foxes, including photos of her familiarly disapproving and determined and delighted expression on the sidelines or amongst her players
  • a collection of photos taken by various foxes at their ‘reunions’ - matt and dan curled in the same armchair, dan laughing because she’s getting squashed. renee braiding allison’s hair, her face all careful concentration, while allison sits on the floor between her knees drinking wine. aaron and kevin arguing, for old time’s sake. nicky and andrew making drinks while erik watches on in the background. all of them together in one mess, no one looking the right way, someone’s eyes closed, someone laughing a little bit too hard - perfect
  • a singular photo of jean moreau, helmet under his arm as he looks down at jeremy knox, the man he followed through the professional leagues post-college. he’s smiling in it, grey eyes crinkled in the corners. (neil can’t quite explain why he kept it - he doesn’t look at it much. when he does, he remembers)
  • a collection of articles about andrew on the court, from his first year pro all the way through. articles that still call him dangerous, but mean it in relation to the scoring percentages of his opposition. photos of him stretched out in goal, immortalised in brutal determination, beside total strangers calling him talented, even calling him revolutionary because of his style of play
  • more articles about andrew, off of the court - andrew as an icon, flat-faced beside LGBT campaigners for sports, speaking bluntly and truthfully and tactlessly at events as an invited guest. 
  • andrew, whose thesis on the treatment of mentally ill juveniles in the justice system was publicised by a psu student, who stared at everyone who questioned him about it in a way that unmistakably said i meant what i wrote
  • andrew, the survivor, who donates so much of his salary to a variety of causes, who did before anyone knew and who continued after it became public like he didn’t give a fuck because he didn’t
  • photos of the andrew that belong to neil, ones that make andrew curl his lip if neil pins them up - he and his brother standing shoulder to shoulder at the reception of aaron’s wedding, caught on camera by the official photographer in a very rare moment of understanding. him bathed in the light of a sunset on their balcony, all golden. he and neil together wearing red, white and blue in the locker room of a foreign stadium, ready to walk on the court for their country. him on the couch, asleep on his belly with one of the cats curled up in the cup of his lower back
  • (neil doesn’t mean to document his own history, only theirs - it happens by accident. there’s a photo of him beside kevin, medals around both of their necks at a world cup final. a photo him in the audience of an event where andrew is on the stage, photographed looking up from the crowd with a slight smile on his face included in an article on andrew. one from a reunion, taken from behind him and andrew with the sun turning them to silhouettes, including where their hands are curled together between them. a headshot of him from a where are they now-style article on the first ncaa champion fox team, scars on display and stare as bright and challenging as ever - still alive)

-so we all know Allison has lots of money and stuff
-and she loves her foxes
-so now imagine one day she surprises all of them with personalised jewellery on the anniversary of their final win against the ravens right before the girls graduate
-it’s very individual but every piece has something to do with a fox
-so Renee gets a golden bracelet with a tiny little fox charm that matches her golden cross necklace
-Dan gets three rings with a fox on them, one in golden, one in silver and one in rosegold
-Matt gets a leather necklace with a big silver fox pendant
-Nicky also gets a necklace but it’s golden and it twinkles
-they all love it and wear it all the time
-for Kevin she gets a leather bracelet with a small silver fox paw as pendant
-he’d never say this but he loves it
-Aaron gets a leather bracelet as well but it’s braided and has a lighter colour, but also a fox paw
-he never wears it but always keeps it in his wallet
-and then Neil and Andrew oh lord
-Allison gets them matching necklaces with fox charms which are only different in their colour
-Andrew’s necklace is rather copper-coloured (or should I say auburn?) and Neil’s necklace is in a light gold (or is it bright blonde?)
-Neil absolutely loves his necklace and wears it all the time
-everybody thinks that Andrew threw his away but only Neil knows that he actually always keeps it in his pockets
-Allison herself gets some fox earrings in rosegold
-she even makes jewellery for Abby and Wymack
-Abby gets a silver necklace
-for Wymack she makes a leather bracelet, similar to the one she got for Kevin but a bit bigger
-she doesn’t give it to Wymack herself tho, she gives the bracelet to Kevin so he can give it Wymack for Father’s Day

Yesterday was the last day for unicorn frappuccinos - did you get one before they were gone? I got one the day they came out and thought “this would totally be Star Butterfly’s favourite drink!” So colourful! @daronnefcy @disneyxd

anonymous asked:

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” - Renee and Allison ?? Xx

It’s one of those lazy mornings that makes Allison feel like she’s leaning on the pause button in the middle of a joke. Like the laugh track will blare back to life as soon as she leaves her room.

It’s the three of them, sleepily threading through their morning routine like a sewing needle lost in thick fabric. It’s easy to feel like she’s caught in that web when Dan and Renee are there blinking placidly and putting their hot, comforting hands on her bare shoulder. They’re so bright and they ask so much of her without even saying anything.

She’s grateful for them, but she feels like a disruption in their frequency sometimes, when they’re positive and blinding and overcoming, and Allison is not. She’s partway through her story, and sometimes she thinks she’s been that way since birth. Sometimes she thinks she’ll die before she reaches the meat of her own story.

And then there’s this thing with Renee. Like the very best days of your best friendship, replayed and replayed and replayed.

Renee folds her lean legs onto the couch beneath her and puts one hand in her own feathery hair, damaged from bleach and flushed with colour. Allison feels her own lip jut. She wants to put her hands where that cross is a protective arm slung over her neck. Her stomach twists up in the sort of brutal and beautiful bow that Renee’s clever hands would tie.

Renee turns and smiles at her, and Allison feels an ocean of feeling swallow around her heart. She was stupid to toss it at the surface and expect it to be light enough to float.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Renee says, sipping from her pebble grey mug and smiling with the corners of her eyes and her upturned nose.

“I was just thinking about practice being cancelled. I bet Kev and Neil aren’t having as much fun as we are.”

Renee hums and looks at the far wall like she can see them through it. “I’m sure they’re coping.”

“Imagine wanting to sweat for three hours more than you want to sleep,” Allison says, disgusted. “They’re freaks.”

“I can think of a few ways I’d want to sweat for three hours,” Dan announces, wandering over from the kitchen and grinning.

“Two dollars in the Matt jar,” Allison says immediately. “Freak,” she adds as an afterthought.

Dan topples into the arm chair sideways, legs flung over the arm. “I didn’t actually mention his name, damn. Maybe you should put two dollars in the Matt jar.”

“Only if I start fucking him,” she replies, just on the right side of nasty. She likes to throw the most violent way she can say something out into the room and wait for anger or laughter. It almost doesn’t make a difference which one she gets.

“Please don’t,” Renee says airily, and Allison looks at her sideways.

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Summer renison

-Imagine Allison taking Renee shopping for summer clothes, where she literally empties an entire rack of cute pastel crop tops, throws them at her and ushers her into the changing rooms.

-She gets her to twirl round for her with each new one she tries, complimenting her beautiful girlfriend each time. She quickly runs out of words she hasn’t used before, so settles for kissing her.

-just so you know, Renee is very distracting in those tops, and Allison is very distracted.

- Picture them both tying eachother’s hair back on a really hot day to keep it out of their way. Renee leaning back on Allison’s shoulder, struggling not to fall asleep as she runs her fingers through her hair, because it’s just so relaxing.

-Allison helps Renee dye her hair pretty summery colours, which results in the bathroom looking like a rainbow exploded somewhere in there.

-Happy girlfriend’s going to the beach together. Splashing each other in the sea, helping each other apply suncream, making sandcastles, walking hand in hand across the sand, Allison sunbathing while Renee reads on the towel next to her.

-Allison in very distracting, even more so than usual in that bikini. Renee has been reading the same page for fifteen minutes, and oh no, I think Allison has noticed.

-Renee ends up reading to Allison, because she kept asking her questions about what she was reading. They alternate between Allison’s head om Renee’s lap and Renee leaning on Allison’s shoulder.

-Taking icy cool showers together to try and cool down because it is like the surface of the sun out there.

-Getting into silly fake disagreements over the weather. Allison loves summer, because of the nice weather (and being able to regularly see her girlfriend in crop tops and swimming costumes doesn’t hurt) but Renee prefers spring because it is cooler and there are lots of baby animals around.

-Sharing an ice cream together. Then complaining about how cold the others lips/tongues are when they kiss.

-Painting each other’s toenails (and grabbing any available fox and trying to convince them to let them paint their’s too.

- Dan says yes, so does Matt and Neil, who goes bright orange, obviously. Andrew just looks at the girls, which they wisely take as a no. Aaron tells them to fuck off. They manage to paint one of Kevin’s feet while he is distracted watching a match on tv. He is not overly impressed.

-Braiding flowers into each other’s hair.

-Possibly a summer wedding?


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You glared at Scott who was giving you the puppy dog eyes. Of all the times he and his pack had to be attacked was now, half of the pack was at the church where you were going to marry Derek in less than twenty minutes and you were across town following Scott to help stop something rampaged across Beacon Hills.


“Scott we don’t have time!” Isaac objected when you followed him.


“Look phone Erica and tell her to stall.” You said hurriedly.


It took another half an hour to find and catch the creature long enough for Isaac, Scott and Allison to tame it and lock it up. Scott jumped up when the four of you sat down, answering a call and talking quietly.

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Derek Hale Imagine- A Living Hell

“Who’s there?” you asked, after hearing a loud noise from behind you. Recently Beacon Hills fell host to another supernatural threat, something called the Kanima. None of you had enough knowledge on it, so you all decided to split up In order to work out who it was and what it wanted. Originally, you were assigned to do research with Stiles but you got bored and told him you were going for food. You decided to do a little research of your own. When you were hanging out at Derek’s you heard him tell Isaac something about it being Lydia. The perks of being friends with Scott’s and Derek’s pack was that you knew everything, it wasn’t so fun however when they each try to pry information from you. But anyway, you knew Lydia liked to sit on the rooftop of the old abandoned warehouse at night. You knew this because you’ve been with her on a numerous of occasions, it’s the perfect place to take sunset or night time aesthetics. Even if it was her you knew it wouldn’t be intentional, you just wanted to know so you could help her. You thought it was a great idea for you to go on your own, with nothing but your phone flashlight and knife that you had no idea how to use. When whatever was behind you didn’t respond you knew it wasn’t one of the pack or some sort of angry security guard. You slowly turned around, to be met with a large lizard creature. “Oh shit” you murmured, trying to shuffle backwards discreetly. But with every inch you moved backwards it moved forwards two. Your shaky hand reached into your jean pocket slowly for the knife, you looked down to realise it was no longer there. In fact you could see it glisten at you from the other side of the roof, where it must of fallen out. You eventually stopped moving when you reached the very edge of the roof and heard a bit crumble underneath your feet. You gently moved your head, trying to figure out your next move. “Stay still” Scott said quietly as him and Stiles crept onto the roof. You nod your head, looking everywhere other than at the Kanima. Scott grew out his nails and fangs, the creature heard this because its attention went from you to him as it swung around in one brisk movement. You looked down at your leg, seeing a rip in your leggings. Your leg went numb within a matter of seconds. “NO!” Stiles shouted as they both tried to run over to you. The Kanima managed to catch and push Scott, but Stiles got through. He fell to the floor and tried to catch your arm as you fell over the edge, but it was too late. You must of blanked out, because you don’t remember feeling the pain of you hitting the floor.

Your woke up to the colour white and the sound of a heart rate monitor beeping obnoxiously loud. You let out a loud exhale and glanced to the figure sitting on the chair next to you. “Hey, how’re you feeling?” Lydia asked with a soft smile. “I’m fine” you shrugged, sitting up. “Woah, slow down” Allison said in response to your sudden movement. They were both sharing the chair because technically only one of them was allowed in at once, but they wouldn’t accept it. “It’s ok, it doesn’t hurt” you said rubbing your eyes. Lydia and Allison exchanged looks, when they realised you furrowed your brows. “Why doesn’t it hurt? This should hurt!” you stated, pulling the blanket off you. “Y/N, just breathe” Lydia said, as they both jumped up. You pulled the drip out of your arm and also stood up. You examined your body, seeing nothing but a few small cuts and a bruise or two. By now Scott and Stiles had burst in, after hearing all the commotion. “Is everything all right?” Scott asked. You noticed there was a large padded plaster on your hip. You began to peel it off slowly, while the others winced. “I wouldn’t do that” Stiles said, covering his eyes. You pulled it off, revealing nothing. Absolutely nothing. They sighed in relief and then waited for your reaction. “This isn’t happening” you mumbled, shaking your head. Your friends carried on talking to you, but you stopped listening. You grabbed your spare clothes from the bottom of your bed and stormed out of the room. You could hear them all calling after you, but it was like you had tunnel vision. There was something else more important on your mind.

“Derek, you better open the door!” you practically screamed while banging on it with your new found force. After a minute he opened the door, but he couldn’t even look at you. “You selfish, inconsiderate, compete and utter dick!” you stated, as he closed it behind you. “I guess you’re welcome” he said as serious as ever. “You bit me Derek, I never asked for this” you ran your hands through your hair in frustration. “I saved your life, you seem to be forgetting that” he rolled his eyes. “Do you expect me to be forever grateful?” you asked sarcastically.“ I did this for you, Y/N!” Derek shouted. “None of this is for me, you did this because you didn’t want to deal with the grief!” you retaliated. “No one wanted to watch you die, maybe you’re the selfish one for thinking like that” he snarled. “You don’t get it, do you? You’ve made my life a living hell!” your voice was higher than usual because you were trying not to cry. “By making you faster, stronger, younger for longer-” he listed. “By making me uncontrollable, scared, vicious, a monster-”  you finished for him. “Well I’m sorry to disappoint you” he sighed. “You have no idea” you exclaimed, storming out before he could say another word. He can save his bullshit speeches for Isaac, Erica and soon to be Boyd. You weren’t buying any of his protective act, he didn’t do it for you. He did it for himself, for comfort or his own power gain. You didn’t care, you were done with Derek Hale.

“So…you’re a werewolf now?” Stiles asked. “Looks like it” you said, looking down at your hot chocolate. “Can I ask you a question?” he looked at you sympathetically. “You just did” you said, raising your eyebrows. You looked at him from the corner of your eye noticing he was still waiting, “Sure” you huffed. “You didn’t want to be saved, my question is why?” he asked. “Erm, I guess I don’t want to be an out of control maniac twice a month” you answered shortly. “I mean the real reason-” he intervened. You took a deep breath and it just sort of poured out of you, “I’m not like Scott, I’m not brave or selfless. I act like I’m not afraid of anything, but honestly I’m scared all the time. People would kill to be a werewolf, or to be involved in this kind of stuff. But honestly, I would do anything just to be able to walk out of my house only having to worry about grades and boys, not keeping myself and my friends from dying”. “Y/N, you’re one of, if not the bravest person I know. Not many people would go looking for the Kanima on their own as a human. Plus, you did it for Lydia” he reassured. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, normally I only tell-” you cut yourself off. “Derek?” he asked. You nod your head and sighed, “I was so horrible to him, when all he did was try to save me”. “You love him, don’t you” Stiles smiled, giving you a nudge. “You looked up from your hot chocolate trying to conceal a smile. “It doesn’t matter, the feeling isn’t mutual anyway” you shrugged. “Well, you didn’t see him the other night. You know, after you plummeted from a four- story building” he said, taking a loud sip of his drink. “I’m familiar with said accident and why, what do you mean?” you asked curiously. “He was all over the place, he ran over and knelt beside you. From what I could see from above he was actually crying, until his eyes glowed red and he growled. He was there for about two minutes holding you, but when you didn’t wake up he had no other choice but to bite you” he claimed, taking great delight in telling you after watching you try to hide your smile in your shoulder. “You mean Derek Hale, sour wolf cried over me?” you were sceptical to say the least. “Don’t tell him this but Scott swore he heard him whisper, ‘you’re going to hate me for this’ before he bit you, so please go and prove him wrong” Stiles hinted. You gave him an understanding smile and kissed his cheek.

“Derek” you said a lot quieter, knocking on his door. This time he didn’t answer. “Derek please, listen I’m sorry” you said, waiting to hear so much as a scoff or sarcastic comment from the other side. “ I was out of order the other day and I came to apologise with all the kindness in my heart-” you added, still waiting for a reply. “Plus the full moon is coming up and I cant do this without you” you were persistent. “Okay, that’s not why I came here. I erm, I don’t exactly know how to say this… I like you Derek and you never know when the last time you’ll see someone in this town is. I’d go insane knowing the last time I spoke to you we argued” he was still giving you nothing. “Just open the door, I’m trying yo make amends here and you’re making this twice as hard”. You suddently heard a squeak from a floorboard behind you. You turned around quickly. “And how do you suppose you’re going to make amends?” he asked, smirking. “Like this” you said, running at him. He hoisted you up with his muscular arms as you pressed a sweet kiss on his lips, awaiting a reaction. Derek leant your back against his front door, he pressed his lips to yours again. It became more passionate and desperate. You both smiled against each others lips, “You have no idea how long I waited for this” he claimed. “I think I have a rough idea” you furthered. He pushed his door wide open and slammed it closed behind the pair of you. And you certainly did have a large make up session so to speak.

Sorry this one kind of sucks but Hale, I tried. Beg someone to send me a request I need some inspiration for my current writers block x

anonymous asked:

"who dyed neil's perfect hair?"

okay okay it took me forever to figure out that this was referring to the wtnv au

Neil wakes up one morning to the feeling of hands in his hair. He looks up to find Allison hovering above him. 

It’s fucking terrifying.

Considering the fact that she has neither face nor eyes, Allison’s reflexes are still good enough that she’s able to dodge Neil’s instinctive blow. Neil tumbles out of bed, takes a moment to miss having a gun, before warily picking up his bedside lamp in case she decides to try anything.

“Relax, squirt,” she says, or at least Neil assumes it’s her. Since she’s faceless and all. “You should be thanking me, your roots looked horrible.”

Her hands are stained black, and that explains why Neil’s head feels a bit damp. He frowns at her. “What the hell?”

Allison huffs, puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head in a way that somehow still manages to be judging. Neil had, after a couple months and futile attempts to barricade all entrances to his apartment, finally gotten used to her appearing in his room, but her touching him while he’s asleep is new. Sometimes she brings him dead rodents, like some sort of over-sized and unwelcome cat.

“I’m not hearing a thank you,” Allison says. “Fuck, your hair’s so brittle.”

Neil scowls and tightens his grip on the lamp, as if it’d actually do any damage if he hit her. He’d been planning on redyeing for a while, only to find out that nowhere in Night Vale stocks hair dye and that every time he tries to drive out of town, somehow he always arrives right back at the welcome sign. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Neil finally says stiffly.

Scoffing, Allison moves closer and presses a single, perfectly done nail to the center of Neil’s chest. “You and I both know that sooner or later your natural hair colour would have returned. You’re going to run out of contacts within the year, and by then you’ll be a full citizen of Night Vale.”

“I’m going to leave soon,” Neil tells her, but he’s not so sure if it’s true.

“Want to bet?” Allison asks meanly, withdrawing her hand. “You belong here, just like the rest of us. Might as well look good while you do it.”

There’s a part of Neil that agrees. After years of running, Night Vale’s quickly becoming one of his longest-lasting towns. Even as he frantically searches for ways to escape, something about it feels almost like a place to stay. 

And - as terrifying as it is - it’s quickly peeling away the layers between Neil Josten and Nathaniel Wesninski.

“Leave me alone,” Neil says. He feels heavier, suddenly, like the weight of his father has finally returned to settle on his shoulders.

Allison faces him for a moment, and it feels almost as if she’s looking straight through his lies. After what feels like forever, she turns away.

“You’ll thank me eventually,” she tells Neil. “Just wait until you hear today’s broadcast.”


@faired-freckles are making a webcomics! It’s called Lesbeans, and it’s about a blooming relationship between two girls. One, Allison, is an awkward anxious lesbian, who is closeted at her school, the other, Hazel, is a Trans women of colour, who is openly bi, and openly trans. Hazel and Allison go to a magical school! Yay! It’s conviant…. the blog is @lesbeans-comic

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hc that renee buys a fancy knife block for neil & andrew cause 1 so they dont have to 2 so they dont have to check if its good ones 3 so andrew cant say anything cause its a gift - custom made neon orange & blue striped knife handles allison adviced her to get ("it wont offset the balance! just add a bit of colour to their stainless steel kitchen, i beg you" and renee thinks its good that the knifes can never be truly like any andrew or neil have seen/felt before thanks to that colourful detail)

ok yes but this starts a gifting trend of brightly colored kitchen things. their beautiful stainless steel fridge is now covered in bright as hale magnets that the foxes handmade with those wicked strong magnets so they couldn’t be easily removed. andrew threatens to throw away the fridge all the time but he secretly appreciates having a family who attempts to brighten his darkest corners, even if that corner is his kitchen.

neil loves the bright knives and neon spatulas and ladles but andrew will replace those with black ones to match his aesthetic but they’re always replaced and andrew can’t figure out how the foxes are getting in (but it’s neil. he donates all of the unused kitchen utensils after awhile. in bulk. andrew catches him when he goes to donate the neon ones he’s accumulated)

Special Friends: Chapter 24

Submitted by: Panicattackkisses

Description:  When Stiles’ phone buzzed and lit up with the image of Lydia with two chopsticks in her mouth, he answered immediately.
“I thought I told you you can’t keep calling me up for meaningless, mind blowing sex, Lydia”.

Rating: M

Genre: Romance, Angst

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A Mere Mortal, Nothing More

Chapter One: The Nightclub

The rhythmic pounding of the music filtered into the street, the heavy base rattling their chest every time the door opened and another person was permitted to enter. It was an all-ages club that was incredibly popular on Sunday nights – probably because that’s when they hosted their neon parties. The bouncers were specific who they were letting in: stopping anyone who was intoxicated or looked like they were ready to start a fight.

It was hours to wait, but that didn’t mean it was boring; standing outside in the quiet of the night was kind of peaceful. Allison spent most of the wait staring up at the twinkling stars that broke through the wisps of cloud and blinding light pollution of the city.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Scott asked as they took another step forward in the queue.

“Yeah,” Allison muttered thoughtfully, not taking her eyes off the clear patch in the sky. “You used to be able to see them really clearly where I lived in France. It was wonderful.”

“You really miss France, don’t you?” Scott said, a pang of jealousy and pain in his voice.

Allison shrugged. “It was nice, but I didn’t get to live there long enough to know whether I’d like it or not.”

They finally reached the front of the line. The music was louder now and, as the door swung shut on the last person who entered, Allison caught a glimpse of the strobing fluorescent paint as the teenagers in the club danced to the music.

The bouncer let them pass.

They entered the club, the crowded dancefloors full of dry-ice smoke and painted bodies. Small LED lights strobed in different colours, igniting the beads of sweat that gathered on the flesh of the dancing teens. Everything was a blur of vibrant blues, acid greens, fluorescent pink and shades of orange and gold.

Scott and Allison made their way over to the corner where buckets of paint were set up.

“So, are you going to paint me?” Allison teased as she stripped off her thick leather jacket and revealed the pink crop top that glowed in the black light.

Scott’s eyes flew open wide. He swallowed hard and stammered, “Uh… yeah.”

He picked up one of the brushes and began to paint her skin, the soft hairs of the paintbrush gliding across her luminescent flesh and leaving trails of colour that blossomed into the shapes of vines, flowers and gems. Soon, she looked as if she were wearing a masterpiece of floral necklaces that branched up to caress her cheek.

“Strip,” Allison instructed, taking the brush from Scott.

His eyes grew even wider.

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  • no one really expects andreil to make one of these videos
  • there must be a limit to what Neil can “ask” Andrew to do, right?
  • surely this is out of the question
  • ha, no
  • “I don’t remember why I signed up for this”
  • “that’s fine, as long as you remember you did”
  • “I hate you”
  • “hmm that’s what you like to tell yourself”
  • this video is a mess
  • it wasn’t editied at all
  • Neil and Andrew don’t know how to technology I mean they both have flip phones
  • so the whole internet gets to enjoy like an hour of banter and messing around
  • they don’t know what they’re doing and they don’t care
  • as illustration, they’re the kind of people who “fix” mistakes by just covering it with foundation
  • Andrew gets a line of foundation where his face and neck are completely different colours
  • also his eye shadow is a different colour on each eye but I don’t even think it was intentional
  • there’s also eye shadow in Andrew’s hair
  • “it looks punk, it’s fine”
  • his lips are candy cane pink it’s v attractive
  • “yes or no?”
  • “no Andrew think about the lipstick”
  • “uhhggg”
  • not like Andrew’s job on Neil is any better
  • the foundation is actually his skintone because it’s the one Allison used on him
  • but it looks a little weird over all the uneven skin of his scars
  • he picks orange eye shadow bc he’s an exy junkie and it’s all the way up to his eyebrows
  • introducing the thrid member of twenty one pilots
  • “give me wings”
  • “only if you use them to fly the fuck away from me”
  • honestly there’s so much banter this video is a gift
  • and it makes all the fangirls go crazy ofc
  • “how do we end this?” - a
  • “we’re supposed to say “bring it, Foxes” I think” -n
  • “what do they need to bring? have we brought it? I don’t want their shit”
  • “I think we’re the last ones to do it anyways, so it doesn’t matter”
  • “do you know how to turn this thing off?” 
  • “uhm” 

i was tagged by @bellameblake, thanks!

rules: tag 20 people, answer 20 questions

nickname: chance
zodiac: cancer
height: 5′4
last thing i googled: the grisha trilogy
favourite music artist: umm lana del rey or mel martinez
song stuck in my head: into me you see by katy perry
last movie i saw: deadpool, finally saw it
what am i wearing right now: dark blue jeans, phantom of the opera shirt
why did i choose my url: allison argent, love her so much 
do i have any other blogs: just one, a ph blog, @satellitesoul.
what did your last relationship teach you: don’t be vulnerable, forget about falling in love cuz it just hurts
religious or spiritual: spiritual, somewhat. not religious at all
favourite colour: blue or green, also red. cant choose
average hours of sleep: all day lmao
lucky number: 22, 17
favourite characters: bellamy blake, stiles stilinski, allison argent, clarke griffin, elena gilbert, damon salvatore, fiona gallagher, regina mills, emma swan, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, simon lewis, jace herondale, clary fray, and many morel lol
how many blankets do i sleep with: just one
dream job: a traveling photographer, unrealistic but yeah

i tag: @chaol-westfall, @wahnheda, @buchananjames, @jynersso, @yoursklaus, @cutiepieparrish, @seabstan, @purgatoan, @wewriteletters, @forbesgriffin, @rowofstars, @elizabetbenneth, @rihardgansey, @amyskhaleesi, @patronumexpecto, @spiderrmon, @isabellenightwood, @durmstrang, @malialydia, @miieczyslaw, @ravenreyess, @finnickodaair, @magnusimon, @vaghabond, @kingofkiwis.