#tfc

[write-the-room]

this is perhaps the greatest thing I've ever seen thank u for sharing

i got the idea from this post but here is an extensive list of names the foxes group chat was definitely called at some point:

stick ball squad (the og name, lasted all of two seconds before kevin changed it)

the david wymack fanclub

nicky hemmick’s back up singers

fitness gram pacer test survivors 

neil josten appreciation task force (aaron left and had to get added back to the group chat upwards of thirty times during the duration of this name)

plexiglass fuckers anonymous

palmetto 99 

neil minyard™ (in homage to a misprint of neil’s name in the paper)

bad and naughty children get put with kevin day to atone for their sins

The Fuckening

neil’s moist bandana

we’re all GAY fuck you aaron

[amphiptere]

Honestly hilarious how Neil is basically like "ok Renee murdered people, I can trust her now"

[hermit-tree-project]

The HTP 2024 has arrived!

Thank you to everyone who took part in this project this year, we really hope to see you next year too!

Have a wonderful holiday season and a happy new year!

[Organiser]: @yki-dolls

[Mods]:

@clueless-carrot

@Pmiercedrawsoccasionally

[Participants]:

@29snails

@acheykai

@acolorboom

@bearbythebench

@a-seafox

@beeisnotdead

@ari-ana-grian-de

@bitter-honey-with-tea

@pal-blue--ash

@calcium-rods

@dailygtwscar

@jayisgayandtrans

@deadseas

@dentyy1

@drawingaliensketches

@false-lemons

@flareyn

@fitzs-space

@floriscow

@frostnova321

@interdimensional-syndicate

@illprocrastinato

@iicarusea

@inedibleteff

@izelthewashbear

@javaaddiction

@lunaticmocha

@marshyjaye

@corrundumcat

@ringnea

@sparklebeamx

@sac-works

@star01134

@stressed-sock

@totally-ethanwinters

@thetwistedwhiskersshow

@vg-art-blog

@viky-somebody

@deepfriedcowboy

@kanaroli

And of course, our participants who do not have/wish to share their tumblrs!

This post can also be found on Instagram!

[joanofexys]

aftg characters as f1 radios (part 1/?)

Neil:

Andrew:

[tomafokio]

DAMN IT I'M CRYING. IT LOOKS SO... AAAAAAAHH ...

TF2 community: Finally, the TF2 story can actually end after so many years... TFC Medic appearing out of nowhere to become the new main villain:

[deklo]

@capcavan riko and his shadow 🙂‍↕️🫶

[floretissogay]

thinking about that scene in tfc where the girls offer neil iced tea??? his first impression of the foxes was the monsters (💀🖤👊) and the girls immediately seek to rectify that error with... iced tea!

[coffeeco001]

Andrew was minding his own damn business at home when Neil had come running in top speed. He had been wasting his day mindlessly playing videogames with Sir and King while Josten was out doing who knows what. It was somewhat peaceful. He missed it already.

“I’m home!” Neil shouted from the doorway, not bothering to take his shoes off before pacing into the living room, carrying a large box, bags all over his arms.

“Can you help me with these, Andrew?” he asked. His cheeks were bright red from the cold and his jacket wasn’t zipped up properly. Honestly Andrew felt like he was living with a child sometimes. Standing up, he walked over slowly, grabbing the large box from Neil. It felt oddly light, so he tossed it onto the couch and reached for the bags. Neil immediately shifted half of the bags out of reach. 

“Not those ones. Take these.” He said, shoving the other arm of bags into Andrew’s face. It took an enormous amount of self control to not punch Josten right there. Who the hell demands help and then refuses it less than a full minute later? Grabbing the other bags, Andrew placed them on the ground and froze when he heard glass hitting glass. 

“Did I break it?” he asked, opening the bag to check the contents. There were Christmas decorations in the bag. Gaudy green, red, and silver Christmas decorations. Choking back his disgust, he opened another bag and found more. In a third, he found tinsel and some stupid green thing that he knew without asking was a door wreath. He looked up at Neil, his face full of disgust. 

“You’re kidding me. You went shopping for Christmas decorations the day before christmas eve?”

“No. Allison went shopping for Christmas decorations. I just had them dropped into my arms the day before christmas eve.” Neil explained, hurriedly walking away with the mystery bags and clearly going to hide them somewhere. Andrew was going to hunt those down the second Neil left their house.

“If you open the presents I am going to return all of them. Leave them alone, Andrew.” Neil yelled, shutting a door somewhere further away. Andrew made a mental note to reseal all of the presents after he opened them. Neil walked back into the room and stood in front of Andrew, crossing his arms. 

“Help me set up the tree, ‘drew?”

“No.” Andrew spit out, moving to grab the giant box that was clearly hiding a plastic christmas tree. He yanked out the stand and dug out the base of the tree, shoving the two pieces together. He got the middle section of the tree attached before Neil came over. 

“Wait, I think this thing goes under the tree.” he said, holding up a circular piece of red fabric. The monstrosity had gold glitter around the edges and little snowmen embroidered all over it. Andrew choked back his disgust and snatched it out from Neil’s hands, throwing it around the stand of the tree. After he got the tree put together, Neil came back over and helped him halfheartedly ‘fluff’ it. It was as tall as Andrew was and didn’t even vaguely resemble a real tree.

“What is the point of this, junkie?” he asked, taking the drink out of Neil’s hands and taking a sip. Whiskey. The little rabbit was probably going to drink it all by himself and never even say a word. Flipping Neil off, Andrew finished his drink and shoved the glass back at him. Belatedly realizing Neil had been holding two drinks. He took the second drink, probably meant for him in the first place, and drank that one too for good measure. Passing the glass back to Neil more gently this time, it was not missed by the irritating red head. To Neil’s credit, he just grinned and went and refilled both of their glasses.

“Allison said we were both grinchs and had some choice words on our version of Christmas so she is ‘Fixing it herself’ this year.” Neil explained, grabbing the bag that had tinsel. He strung some of it on the tree and reached into the bag, finding Christmas lights. 

“And we care what she thinks…. Since when?” Andrew muttered, grabbing the lights from a struggling Neil and hanging them up properly.

“Since we got this junk for free?” he snarked back, grabbing the ornaments and passing half of them to Andrew.

Andrew decided the backyard would be a perfect place to bury her body, Neil could be buried right next to her so that he could listen to her whining and annoying opinions for the rest of his afterlife. He was building an elaborate plan of it for the next twenty minutes while they decorated the tree and Neil finally sighed in relief

“I think we are done.” He said, standing up and going for a third drink. Andrew glanced around and saw a bag off to the side they had missed. Standing up, he walked over and saw it was the wreath. He grabbed the bag and walked to the front door, yanking it open and pulling the wreath out. He slapped it on the door and then stopped and looked at it for a second. There were little snowflake ornaments on it, in between the tacky poinsettia flowers. The ornaments had small pictures of him and Josten in them. Pictures Andrew had no idea existed. One of the pictures was almost falling off the wreath so Andrew adjusted it and leaned down to see what it was. 

He remembered that day perfectly. It was right after Neil’s first professional Court game. His team had just won and he’d spotted Andrew on the sidelines, ran over to him, and with permission had kissed him in front of everyone in the stadium. He had no idea why Allison would’ve gone through the trouble of finding all these little moments and framing them for him. What a pointless waste of reminiscing. But even still, he found it a little harder to keep a straight face than it normally was. Shutting the door gently, he turned and followed the tacky Christmas music Josten had started playing in their home. Maybe he’d send her a bottle of vintage wine this year.

[wilhelminyard]

"what?" andrew turn a wide-eyed look on kevin. "you have a pet and you never told us? where do you keep it, kevin?"

it's giving

[multi-babii]

this appearing right after i watched the movie for the first time is crazy actually

So we've all noticed Andrew's pop culture references in the books, right?

"Oh captain my captain."

I've JUST picked up on this now??

I haven't seen any posts about it, (fat chance there are), but it felt like some little discovery 😭

Anyway I am now convinced Andrew is a Dead Poets Society fan.

[scholliski]

[amphiptere]

Jean being unable to play nice and act nice unless he's contractually obligated, is also quite funny

[bees-figurines]

Neil's logic is astounding. Need to get out of a tricky situation? Pay someone 100 bucks to knock you out. Need to come up with a plausible lie for your past? Walk for THREE HOURS while you just, y'know, think your thoughts.

[neilljcsten]

chapter 17 is up!! 

summary: Andrew makes it to Baltimore

fic summary -

Instead of Neil picking Andrew up from Easthaven, Andrew is there when Wymack returns from the airport with Neil.

AU where Riko keeps his word and Proust is pulled before things go too far. 

[leroiestmortvivelareine]

I've been staring at this beautiful calendar by @thefoxholefund for ages and I literally cannot pick a favourite.

[foxedcourts]

lyrics i would play if i was neil josten holding a cigarette without taking a drag to be filled with the smell of smoke that reminded him of his dead mom