I love those two firefighters

I can't get rid of the orange (I've tried so hard) (he/him)

[nicolegendary]

i knowwwwww in my heart ilya would love taking shanes last name and after they have kids referring to their family unit as hollanders. ilya turning around to the backseat like okey hollanders here is plan. we are going to be in and out of costco in thirty minutes. you may choose ONE item each. if we get separated we meet at optometrist. we will get ice creams on the way out as long as everyone is cool and nobody tells dad. hollanders on three.

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

the newest hit on my island

[aplacemadeforleaving]

anyway, kevin always wearing one of those little gold necklaces with a ‘k’ charm on it because it used to be kayleigh’s

[eep-neep]

i had to draw this

[eep-neep]

poem that is definitely about a dog

the dog at the house on the corner has never been pet.

he cowers in fear when you approach with an open hand.

he’s never known a kind touch.

so when you finally get close and gently stroke between his ears,

he’s unsure what to do, how to react.

he freezes in place.

as you stroke down his back and scratch the itch he’s never been able to reach,

his tail slowly begins to wag, the excitement bursting out of his body until his whole form is wiggling.

he’s happy for the first time since puppyhood.

[newskyillusion]

Kevin Day deserved better.

Yes, he's a fucking arrogant bitch. But also: he is the best and he fucking knows it, he owns it, and frankly he's right.

he ran away from the Nest to a man who he knew was his father but didn't know if he would even allow him to stay. his mother invented the sport he so dearly loves because it is his only tether to her and the only thing that kept him alive in the Nest. ALSO imagine Kevin finding the letter, finding out Wymack is his father, still obsessed with Exy, and tell me you wouldn't want to make him proud!!!

everybody hates him for not telling Wymack he was his father and can you fucking blame him????? 'well, if he only been nicer--' he spend his life FOR YEAR on fucking four hours of sleep, he survived and EXCELLED, he hates when people don't give their 100% because he knows he had to to survive and when he sees other not do the same it rightly pisses him off, babe, Kevin Day IS the main character!

[viiiiiliiiii]

would the Trojans show up at Pride in California? a first-rate team in one of the most beloved sports. the undeniable pride of their university, their state, and, more importantly: a team that, at one point or another, became a refuge for broken queer kids. a place where people learned that their existence was not a mistake, not a flaw, not proof that they couldn’t play or couldn’t succeed—because apparently it’s easier to make it in professional sports if you stay straight (sponsored by one Kevin Day). a team that proves queer people belong in sports. that they can be the best. that they can stand in front of a younger generation and show them that there is nothing to fear and nothing to be ashamed of in who they are. so yes. on a float large enough, for once, to hold every Trojan at the same time, you can spot Laila spinning Cat by the hand as another song blasts from the speakers surrounding them. Xavier and Min pause to kiss while taking a picture together, the crowd stretching out behind them. Cody’s fingers are laced through Ananya’s, while Pat keeps an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. and then there’s Jeremy. already soaked through, he keeps trying to shield Jean with his own body from the streams of water guns that seem determined to hit them directly. Jean keeps telling him the water pressure is barely anything, that nothing terrible is going to happen to him. but Jeremy stays stubbornly planted in front of him anyway. eventually, Jean gives in and accepts the help. he wraps his arms around Jeremy from behind, holding him close while Jeremy happily soaks up the ticklish kisses pressed to his cheeks and freckled shoulders. and somewhere in the middle of all the music, the laughter, and the crowds, Jeremy realizes something: for the first time, Jean is the partner who doesn’t hide him. the first partner who isn’t silent about his existence. the first partner who isn’t afraid to say it out loud. Jean only pulls him closer, letting everyone around them see exactly what they are to each other. and for once, neither of them has any reason to look away.

[sunmimir]

The monsters going to class ✨

[be-queer-do-arson]

Neil, sweating: I only have two jobs, and taking care of Kevin isn't going great so I'd better keep the mas safe

Neil: *gets on the wrong side of the road*

[waitwhatwhat]

One day, Kevin is looking for his favorite socks, the ones Neil keeps stealing. As he rummages through Neil's drawers, what he finds is not the damn socks but The Binder.

Neil and Andrew walk into the bedroom just a moment later to find Kevin flicking through the binder's pages, a deep frown on his face.

Neil freezes in shock. He very much stops breathing.

Andrew crosses his arms over his chest and leans a shoulder against the door's frame to watch the shit-show about to happen.

"Kevin... that's mine." Neil takes a step forward, hands reaching out to get his binder back.

Kevin evades him by lifting the binder over his head and out of reach.

"Neil, what is this?" he says, looking dangerously solemn.

"It's... It's not-"

"Sloppy work," Kevin cuts him with the tone he usually saves for bitchy exy feedbacks. "All the pictures are torn. Do you not know how to use scissors? Not that you seem to care, seeing how all the pages are crinkled... And why are there so many coffee spills everywhere? That's disgusting-"

And Kevin just. starts ranting.

Turns out, he is absolutely unfazed about Neil's stalker binder. He finds nothing creepy about it. He seems to believe this is a perfectly normal thing to do. (He is the Queen of exy after all. He is worthy of this kind of worshipping).

At some point during his endless diatribe, he goes to get his own binder (the one he made about Jeremy Knox) to show it to Neil:

"Look! This is proper work! This is nice and clean! That's how you do it!"

[billcardenqueen]

"partner in crime" and the crime? sodomy

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Not superstitious and not not superstitious but a third secret thing (read a lot of fairytales as a child and doesn't believe them but also would never be rude to a mountain while still on it just in case)

[lasrina]

I've said it before but this is both the Icelandic and the Irish approach:

Of course we're modern educated people who don't believe in fairies

But we're also not gonna fuck with 'em, we're not idiots

[charlataninred]

Character duo where one *remembers I don’t like fitting characters into trope boxes* is a completely fleshed out and realised person *remembers treating characters as real people and not story devices written with intent is bad* who is written by the author and *remembers death of the author* uh. And *fumbles and drops my pile of queue cards* ah fuck wait no *the menacing horse* what was that.

[thevampirecrow]

fellatio sounds like a supporting shakespeare character rather than oral sex on a penis to be honest

[eep-neep]

somewhere out there, there is an absolutely devastating bobby nash edit to dash to dashboard by noah kahan

[grayscale-sparks]

hey so what if Dan is pissed off after becoming captain because no on is respecting her and she’s on the court in the middle of the night just pelting exy balls against the court as hard as she can

and Wymack is leaning on the doors of the outer court just waiting for her to notice him. And he picks up a racquet and silently has her score on him until she’s too tired to move.

and they just sit in the middle of the court and she’s got angry tears on her face and she’s so embarrassed about crying in front of her coach and feels like everyone is right about her captaincy

and Wymack tells her “you know, you play like Kayleigh Day did.”

[nawiedzona]

Png version from my video below! Neil in the nest, missing his foxes.

[jordiipordii]

Andrew Minyard flicking the head of a PEZ despensor open and closed the way he used to flick his lighter before he stopped smoking