bi | infp | xxii

currently obsessed with shadow and bone/six of crows, the raven cycle, the foxhole court, and skam

always in the middle of an existential crisis tbh

reading: capitalist realism by mark fisher, the invisible life of addie larue by v.e. schwab

watching: peaky blinders (S2)

listening: phoebe bridgers, elliott smith, julien baker, arlo parks, lorde, sufjan stevens, mitski

i track the tag stargazyng

instagram: tendervoids

arthurian:

@acotarnet survives quarantine: get to know the friends ⟶ first fandom, all for the game

As he slipped the lock into place again he realized his hand was trembling. He held up his shaky fingers where he could see them better and wondered at the equally weak flutter in his chest.

Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.

sunchosens:

MAKE ME CHOOSE@veturius asked andrew minyard or victor vale

Andrew ignored him, but Neil didn’t mind. He was content for now to look, arms folded over the back of his seat and chin propped on a forearm. He didn’t know what he was looking for. Andrew looked as he always had, and Neil knew his face as well as he knew every iteration of his own. Despite that, something seemed different. Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, making Andrew’s pale hair shine brighter and his hazel eyes seem almost gold. Whatever it was, it was disorienting.

cortland:

Literature A - Z [ 6 / 26 ] ⟶ F for The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic

Neil looked down at the key in his hand. “Home,” he whispered, needing to hear it aloud. It was a foreign concept to him, an impossible dream. It was frightening and wonderful all at once, and it set his heart racing so fast he thought it’d drum out of his chest. “Welcome home, Neil.”

reneevvalker:

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Kevin Day — the foxhole court

nicovaralica:

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the court doesn’t care what my name is or where I’m from or where I’ll be tomorrow. it lets me e x i s t as I am.

reneevvalker:

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Neil Josten ~ Runaway, Firestarter, Death Flying

reneevvalker:

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@yeahboiislay asked for Matt Boyd + Orange for my 900 followers celebration

’ “And he agreed, just like that?” Matt asked sceptically’

buffonia:

Neil had been doing one stupid thing after another all year long and this had turned into the best year of his life.

andriel:

❝ — I am a born-again.

09. renee walker, goalkeeper, a bad person

hqmlet:

literature family: kevin day for @nikolai-lanstov

“Me?” Kevin gestured again, meaning to indicate himself but too drunk to get his hand higher than his waist. “I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board.

rhoxana:

❝Is your learning curve a horizontal line? ❞ ―  Andrew Minyard | All For The Game

Happy birthday to my dearest Noel! ♡ @rgcnsey

andriel:

❝ — Did you know I’ve never been skiing? I’d like to try it one day, though.

02. kevin day, starting striker, the son of exy

obisanya:

Like i literally cannot stop thinking about Andrew getting off his meds and seeing Neil and just stalling completely because it was SUPPOSED TO BE THE DRUGS so why is his heart still stuttering like that over the bruises on his face and then Neil says if it means losing you then no and Andrew feels his heart fall into his stomach because oh shit it really wasn’t the drugs it’s just Neil and he’s in way over his fucking head and this can only end in heartbreak

cowboymoonking:

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Kat said skeletwins and I ran with it

kevindavidday:

if andrew was beating down wymacks door to rant about neil then imagine what renee had to go through