Me [chanting]: soft andrew! soft andrew! soft andrew! soft andrew!
Someone: well actually nora said in her extra content-
Me [now banging my fists on the table]: SOFT ANDREW! SOFT ANDREW! SOFT ANDREW! SOFT ANDREW!

Shit the Foxes said on talk shows

Neil: So Kevin comes in at like 1 in the morning, brand new tattoo on his face, and he’s drunk as hell but he’s making this surprisingly coherent speech about being the deadliest piece of the board, and I’m just sitting there not saying a word because I don’t know a thing about chess.
Dan: There’s a video on my computer containing cuts from every single time Andrew sent a ball flying into someone’s head set to the Donky Kong theme song. It’s two and a half hours.
Allison: Neil has this thing where bad things happening to him are like a matter of fact. Once, he and I met up for lunch, and when the bill came he asked if he could pay me back later because he got mugged on the way over. As it turns out, what I mistook for Neil being a picky eater was actually Neil trying to eat without upsetting a shallow stab wound.
Renee: I don’t drink alcohol because you can’t account for what you’ll do when you’re drunk. Though sometimes that turns out fun. About a year ago we found out that Matt knows how to sing Sweden’s national anthem backwards by heart, and that was hilarious. But on the other hand I’ve had Allison and Nicky competing on who can break a glass with their voice at three in the morning, so.
Matt: Kevin is definitely seems like everything in his life is about Exy, but get to know him and you realize that he has plenty of interests, it’s just that he has no concept of doing things in moderation. So it’s less a stick up his butt and more like, I don’t know, a pool noodle or something.
Aaron: Neil doesn’t have a concept of money, a fact which on any given day swings between hilarious and flat out tragic. He refused to pay $15.90 for new pants but said he’d pay for my med school if I stopped making fun of his new haircut. To be clear, both of these things happened in the same conversation.
Nicky: I love God, I do. He’s always in my heart. But I guess God has abandonment issues because every time I see a commercial for a McFlurry I can just feel him testing me.
Andrew: The thing about the Foxes is that the stress level on any given day can fluctuate so wildly you get whiplash. One day you’re getting yelled at for not blocking a shot, the next you’re getting yelled at for “obstruction of justice” or whatever it is the Feds call it when you remind them that they can’t come in without a search warrant. Why Wymack does this willingly is beyond me.
Kevin: On the one hand, the Foxes are much less organized, not to mention a smaller team. Every game, we’re at an almost immediate disadvantage. On the other hand, Ravens are contractually forbidden from Irish coffee. So overall the decision isn’t hard.

Professor

jemejem:

In which Andrew didn’t choose Exy but still chose Neil, which meant Neil had to learn how to talk about something other than stick-ball. 

warning, mention of implied sexual assault/non-con


Lucy had not anticipated what she was dealt. 

Her first day as a sophomore brought a tone of finality to it all: it wasn’t just a year-long dream of terrible decisions and alcohol and chaos. It continued on, and so would she. 

Her first day also happened to bring Professor Andrew Minyard, five feet and blond and utterly terrifying. 

Introducing the course had started off mundane enough, until Eddie Court – an asshole she’d regretted sleeping with dearly – decided to lean over her shoulder. He never got the chance to say anything, because a pencil dotted him squarely in his forehead, so hard that a tiny droplet of blood threatened to bead. 

Everyone stared. Shocked, confused, but remaining in complete silence as they  – Lucy included – tried to remember if anyone had mentioned anything about the man, whether or not this was normal or out-of-the-ordinary behaviour. 

“Name.” He sounded bored. 

Eddie rose his fingers to brush his forehead, smearing the tiniest of droplets. He stared at his fingertips, then at Minyard, then at the pencil that had clattered on his desk. Then at Minyard again. “Eddie Court.”

“Court. Christ.” The professor said, with a palpable distaste to his tone. “I will say this once, despite having to repeat it every year, because students seem to get thicker with every new class.” His face was blank. Stone. Lucy had never heard someone utter insults with such apathy. She didn’t know whether or not to be scared or curious: Such a mask was difficult to maintain. “Shut the fuck up, or get the fuck out. Understood?”

Swearing in class. At the students. Completely against protocol. 

Lucy couldn’t help but smile. Just a little. 

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