Statement recorded by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins:
Am I the asshole—
Most people when they find out about Andreil are quick to judge Neil's taste in men, but Jean, Aaron, and a few special agents in the FBI know the truth. It's really Andrew Minyards taste who people should be side eyeing.
I truly hate the word "unalive." There are so many other euphemisms that fictional Italian mobsters worked so hard to provide you with and you just ignore them.
i hate people who know highways. “i’m heading south on I-65” okay man. i’m moving my rook to c2
this is insanely Kevin coded I fear
you mean to tell me that after ALL THAT nureyev told juno his NAME
AFTER KNOWING HIM FOR A DAY????
After another grueling match, Jean Moreau is sent to handle press duty for the USC Trojans. His teammates have learned that Jean’s dry, deadpan humor in interviews is something to behold, and the upperclassmen make it their mission to catch his best moments on camera. For the freshmen, it's an initiation into the legend of Jean Moreau’s press conferences, with his signature blend of sarcasm and flat honesty baffling reporters and leaving his teammates in stitches.
neil josten really said “maybe the real game was the friends we made along the way” and then he also immediately responded to himself with “no i want my fucking championship trophy”
Anyways. How fucking funny and how fucking sad it would be if Kevin Day did eventually get a chance to go skiing, only to promptly fuck up his skis and. get injured. in a skiing accident. How would you even communicate that to the press.
Juno and Buddy heckling each other under the guise of group deconstructive criticism while they’re both imprisoned in a Pavlovian hellscape is actually something that can be so personal
Au where everything is the same but this is the PSU Foxes goalie uniform