Ah Yes, Top Hat Death Boy And His Glow-in-the-dark Boyfriend

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Teaser? Teaser!

I mentioned this earlier this week and here it is! A teaser for the AFTG AU fic I've been working on :3 Since writing this, I've made some changes to my plans for this fic, so there's already plenty of edits to be made but if anyone has any feedback for my writing style then feel free to say :P

CW/TW: implied/referenced rape and assault (lmk if there's any other warnings to add)

Neil's broken into a sweat by the time he makes it to Wymack's apartment building and up three flights of stairs to his front door. Practise had been gruelling with Kevin having a temper tantrum over Andrew's disappearing act. Combined with his run from the stadium Neil's toned legs are left aching from Kevin's backlash. After his therapy session, Andrew had refused to return to practise and instead chose to crash at Coach's and was likely pilfering from his alcohol collection.

He knocks, and when he receives no answer, calls out to Andrew. He'd be almost certain that Andrew is passed out somewhere in the apartment if it weren't for the muffled murmuring and rustling from inside.

He knocks again, harder and faster. Concern begins to creep in. Andrew is an asshole, sure, but with everything going on lately, including the awful offer of dinner from Nicky's parents on the twins' birthday, Andrew would open the door on principle just to tell him to fuck off. He's about to knock again when a voice that's definitely not Andrew's yells for him to come in. And so, Neil cautiously tries the door handle and lets himself in, only to be confused by the scene that greets him.

At first glance, Andrew is nowhere to be seen and instead, Coach's couch is occupied by a hunched over broad-shouldered short-haired man in a wife-beater. The stranger looks up at his entrance with a smile splitting his clean-shaven face. A flailing leg brings his attention downwards and it's then that he sees the restricted hands and a familiar flash of blond hair amongst the mess of couch cushions.

"What the…?" Neil doesn't have the chance to finish before he's being slammed back against the door. Hands wrap around his throat and squeeze hard. Despite Neil's flailing, the enemy is strong and his resistance is futile as black spots invade his vision. He's dropped before he passes out and is barely able to catch his breath before he's grabbed and dragged to the other couch. He's shoved face down and straddled by the man who grabs a handful of his hair and forces his head up so he can see Andrew laying similarly across from him. Andrew's eyes fluttering open and closed with his withdrawal likely in full effect and a concussion on top, it's no wonder he's barely conscious.

End for now :3

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remember her legacy as both a supreme court justice, as an advocate and icon in equality movements, and as the woman who wouldn’t take no shit from donald trump, sticking through multiple battles with cancer to preserve our rights.

rest in peace. honor her legacy.

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Follow up to this post, since I COULD NOT know peace until I got the “shy angry cat finally trusts you enough to come sleep on you” energy of this concept out of my system. Thanks @jtl-fics (😘)

And DOUBLE THANKS Ash for putting it in word form 🥹 you can read this sweet little exchange here! 💕

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Someone put red paint on the "Serve and Protect" sculpture at the Salt Lake City police building and it is such a powerful statement.

"Good art should disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed." -C.A.C.

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They deserve a good nap 😴