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tankhall

#working

iszapizza

bloodymary doodles to distract myself from the current state of the world…

milocelium

you didn’t hear it from me but this is the polaroid neil keeps in his wallet and looks at every day

linskiiii

Pipedream

moreau-b

kevaaron in celebration of yesterday's game ✨ 3x0 🇧🇷

patitojus

guess whos back

maddielourd

Baby Boy Kevin Day Moments:

“I’d like to stay as long as Coach Wymack will have me.”

Kevin sank back onto his cushion, but he was paying more attention to Riko than where he was going. He ended up with his thigh pressed against Neil’s, hard enough Neil could feel him trembling.

He reached for Neil, but Kevin caught his arm to stop him. Riko slammed his elbow back into Kevin’s face without missing a beat.

Abby jogged the last couple steps to Kevin and crushed him in a fierce embrace. Kevin held onto her for dear life while the team hovered nearby.

Kevin had a knee hugged to his chest and his face hidden in the fold of his arm.

Kevin had eyes only for Andrew as he crouched in front of the downed goalkeeper. “So,” Kevin said, “did you have fun?”

Kevin spoke up in French. “I will watch you. If you want to drink tonight,” he added when Neil looked at him. “I won’t let you say something you’ll regret.”

“I know what he’s like,” Kevin said. Neil looked at him, but Kevin was studying his hands. “Riko. If you want to talk.”

Neil considered that, then said, “Good thing you’re not there anymore.” “Jean still is,” Kevin answered.

Kevin still hadn’t messaged Nicky by the time they reached the ice cream aisle, so Nicky gave in and called him. Neil half-expected Kevin to ignore Nicky’s call, but Kevin wasn’t so sour with them that he’d turn down a free snack.

With an astounding thirty-seven goals between their three round-three games, the Trojans were following the Ravens to the second set of death matches. “You could look less happy about this,” Nicky said when he saw Kevin’s satisfied smile. “We’re going to have to face them.”

Instead of falling he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to the mirror. “We’re all going to die,” Kevin said at last.

Then Kevin gave one of his rare real smiles, and Jeremy gave his shoulder a hard squeeze.

Kevin dragged his stare back to Wymack’s face and said, “and my father comes to all my games. That is enough.”

jordozo

Project Iron Backrooms 🥹

glowbeam

"Hi. Uh, hey. So here's the thing. I understand why you did what you did. Why you had — thought you had to. The great big cosmic cost/benefit analysis, and all. And that's a terrible thing to have been put on your shoulders. Like pretty much the absolute maximum that could be asked of a person, barring — uhh, y'know. And I get that, right, like I do get it, like I might be the only other living person — well, human person — who understands the magnitude of everything you were going through to any degree at all. And because of that I really wish I could tell you that it's all, like. Cool. You know? Like whatever. And I know I should.

"But I can't. Hah. Just like last time, right? I can't do it. I can't just do the right thing.

"I wish you a good life. Happiness, peace, eight hours of sleep at night. And if the governments are watching this, if my vote counts at all, I don't think she should be punished. But I do want you to remember me.

"Not, like, in the cute way. I mean I want you to remember. Whenever you see an old man walking a dog, or a child holding hands with her mother, whenever you see the rays of the afternoon sun streaking through the clouds like the sky was the canvas of your God... I want you to hear me screaming. Whenever the thought that you did something to be proud of even approaches your heart, I want you to remember me telling you 'No,' in plain fucking English.

"I know that's, y'know, mean. But you killed me, so it's probably fair. And I know you'll do what I ask, because you are, fundamentally, a really good person, Eva Stratt."

— Dr. Captain Ryland Grace, "i_dont_forgive_you.mp4"