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rainbowd00dles · 20 hours
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thought i'd try a different approach this time!
voting isn't enough, you still have to interact with the post if you want your choice to happen~
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thegayexyagenda · 2 days
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im obsessed with twitter aus rn so i could not resist <3 enjoy
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adnrewminyard · 1 day
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imagine being kevin day, son of exy, born and bred to be a cog in the well-oiled machine that is the edgar allan ravens. all you know being the routine of practice and practice and practice and performance and victory alongside those you call brothers.
-and then one day you wake up in your estranged father's apartment between a bottle of painkillers and a bottle of vodka and there is a knot of bandages where your future used to be. you don't wake up at 4am anymore. you sleep until noon and vomit the remainders of life as you knew it into unfamiliar toilets. you watch orange and white clash against each other from sidelines you haven't touched since you started growing facial hair.
your brother doesn't ask you to come home. you would come if he asked. the days are longer here and the food is too rich. the colors are too harsh, the language barrier is too much. you speak and no one understands.
they feel sorry for you, but not for what you have lost, instead for what you have suffered. you try to show them what belonging means, to sever parts of yourself to fit inside a uniform, but they don't understand the necessity of the blade the way your brothers did. they don't understand that suffering feels religious if you do it right.
the therapist tells you it's survivor's guilt but the only survivors you can see are on the court in black and red and they read your eulogy after the game at a press conference. you are not a survivor in any way that matters anymore. how treacherous your heart is for continuing to beat when you can't even hold your lifeline in your hand without dropping it.
you want to go home but your key doesn't open the same door anymore. you want to sit beside your brother but there is no space on his side of the table. you want to be a raven but you are a fox.
you grieve for connection until there is a knife where your neck guard used to sit. you grieve for your life until a boy offers to show you how it feels to survive. you offer to show him how it feels to live. he tells you he won't sever parts of himself to fit the uniform, but there are telltale bloodstains in the fabric from long before you asked.
you wake up at 4am again. you take turns vomiting in the toilet, you when the alcohol level dips too low and him when his smile runs out. he doesn't speak your language but he understands it. he keeps the car running when you visit the therapist. he keeps an eye on your back to watch the 02 on your jersey turn orange. the colors don't seem as harsh anymore.
he offers you safety. he offers you belonging. he offers you the only thing he knows how to give, the only thing you know how to take.
he offers you a lifeline. you pick it up with your right hand.
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rabidfoxes · 2 days
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i think one of my favorite things about aftg is how it so subtly shows such a deep level of affection through languages. like kevin learning french for jean even though it is a dangerous thing to do at the nest and neil and andrew learning a new language together post tkm and one of the first things jeremy asks jean being to teach him french. i want to know who you are in your mother language, i want to speak to you in a language that no one but us understands, i want to understand the language that you dream in
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swampthingking · 1 day
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no way in hell does andrew drink black coffee
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violettehoneybee · 3 days
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Long live bark bark von barkenstein
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kevindavidday · 22 hours
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riko: 'mine and kevin's relationship is unique'
neil: 'was unique. was.'
sick over the fact that this is canon
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scholliski · 3 days
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my favourite thing about AFTG is that you could give almost any character any headcanon and it can’t be disputed simply because Neil didn’t pay enough attention to describe anything
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foxstens · 2 days
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my kink is people taking care of kevin
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heartstringgs · 2 days
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If I had a nickel for everytime one of the Minyard twins used a racquet to save someone they love, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.
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pallases · 2 days
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— Los Angeles was a monster, too big and too loud and too hectic. THE TROJANS were strange and misguided. There was a cardboard dog in his bedroom that Jeremy treated like a de facto member of the household. Jean didn’t understand any of it, but he knew on a bone-deep level that this was better than anything he’d ever had. It was worlds more than he deserved.
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rainbowd00dles · 2 days
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Fic art for Soft Mornings (Gray Skies) by @halfpintpeach
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thegayexyagenda · 1 day
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aftg twitter au part 2 🤭
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sunshineforjean · 3 days
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who's going to tell him
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dcvina-claires · 16 hours
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jean moreau starter pack
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rabidfoxes · 2 days
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the twins' relationship is one of the most interesting i've ever read. yeah they can't stand each other but they keep close anyways, they don't understand each other very well but they've killed for each other. they are assholes to each other but they will protect each other from others. they hate each other but there's so much love and resentment and maybe in another universe they grow up side by side and nothing bad ever happened to them.
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