Kevin: *was Raised At Evermore Where The Kids Are Only Allowed To Socialize With Other Exy Players And

Someone who’s my friend: actually verbally says we are friends or tell me they enjoy being with me

Me: this is literally the best moment of my life and I will cherish this in secret forever

18th November 2018

Me? Fucking sobbing over Kevin Day’s mistreatment by the Foxes? Oof, yeah.

"I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere." for Pynch please?

Wrote this mostly on my lunch break and tried REAL hard to keep it a reasonable length. Hope you like it!!

(Want me to write a thing? Send me a prompt! I’m really enjoying this as writing practice.)

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Did you really think he’d stay with you?

The world was black.

No one can be trusted, Ronan.

A time lapse of lightning flickered on the horizon. Thunder shook his bones.

I thought I taught you better.

In the erratic lightshow, Niall appeared.

He’s not made for you.

Words fell from his broken skull like brain matter and bone.

You are temporary.

He grew, face crumbling as his body soared upward. Looming above Ronan.

He’ll find someone kinder once he leaves this place.

Niall’s skin began to peel away.

Someone stronger.

Feathers black as pitch, shining with blood.

Someone better.

Echoing wails and screams. A sheet of rain closing in. Ronan felt a tear roll down his cheek.

A hand on his shoulder. Nails made brittle by decay, tightening against his skin.

My darling. Aurora whispered. You always knew it would come to this. You knew you were never good enough for that magical boy.

Her body hung in strips. A smile with nothing more than a few teeth.

You always knew.

Always.

The storm hit.

“Lynch,” said a voice. Distant. Not of this world.

Ronan was drowning in mud. Aurora melted into the sludge. Niall flickered out of existence.

“Lynch,” it called again.

Trying to drag himself out. He was sinking. Drowning. Can’t see. Can’t breath. Can’t think.

“Ronan,” it demanded. “Wake up.”  

He obeyed.

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John Mulaney voice: I’m very gay and I’d like a few followers

Hi, my name’s Kit (she/they), I’m 21 years old from England and I’m getting close to 500 followers.

Feel free to follow if:

You don’t condone inc£st and/or unhealthy age gaps or people who ship those sorts of ships (e.g.: shipping the twinyards/shipping Wymack with any of the Foxes.)

You don’t condone shipping the characters with the villains/abusers (e.g.: shipping Kevin with R*** or Andrew with D****.)

You love Kevin Day.

IDK what else to put so here’s some reviews of me from the Discord I’m part of:

Some of you have never thought about Nicky’s PTSD from his time in conversion therapy, and it shows.

so Nicky’s in the bank withdrawing some money for groceries or something and he almost faints.

He and Eric were not poor at all, Eric’s job paid well and Nicky’s own job wasn’t too shabby.

But there was no way they had accumulated this much money without either of them noticing. It was an obscene amount.

Nicky spends the next hour talking with Erik over the phone, hashing out their deposits and their withdrawals together and they come to the conclusion that it must be a mistake.

So Nicky goes to the bank teller who leads him to one of the bankers and they determine that someone else deposited the money, someone whose named Andrew Minyard.

Half a world away, Andrew picks up his phone to his cousin sounding confused.

“Andrew you accidentally deposited a shitload of money in our account, how do we send it back?”

“No, that was on purpose. Keep it.”

“What?”

So Andrew thinks he gets paid way too much for what he’s doing.

He’s just smacking a ball around with a stick.

Even though he is more invested in the sport now, cares more, that’s still not a whole lot.

So on his free time, he calculated the cost of taking care of him and Aaron for the time Nicky had.

And sent the money over.

The moment Nicky heard this he started crying.

So now Andrew has Nicky crying on the phone, for what has to be the second time since they separated.

Nicky has to explain that not only do they not need the money, but Andrew also doesn’t need to pay for anything Nicky gave him and that him taking care of Aaron and Andrew wasn’t a transaction or a deal. It was just him loving them and trying to let them have a less shitty childhood than they already had.

It takes a lot of Andrew grunting not happily and Nicky sniffling and even putting Eric on the line to convince Andrew.

So now what do they do with the money?

They agree to donate it

Half goes to charities that help abused kids get help

Half goes to a charity that’s working to ban conversion therapy and help lgbt kids

So they have to hang up, cause Andrew was to go to practice soon and Nicky has to go figure out that much money

Before they hang up Andrew goes quiet and Nicky thinks that he already hung up before

“Nicky.”

Nicky pays close attention, sure that he’s going to try to convince him again or something

“Thank you.”

Andrew immediately hangs up and Nicky wants to cry again

Some of you have never thought about Nicky’s PTSD from his time in conversion therapy, and it shows.

i do literally think keeping jonghyun’s memory alive and loved and sacred is one of the most important things in the world, and i don’t care how silly that sounds. i need the world to never forget how bright and wonderful, how funny, heartfelt and genius he was, how important it is to remember him and honor everything he’s done and everything he was to us and to his family. how this love is the most beautiful and cherished thing and how it keeps the world go round. every year, i miss him so much more. every year, i think that the sheer love for him only grows and increases and doubles in size to the year prior. everything he’s ever touched is drenched in all the love he held inside of him, and now we carry that love into the universe with every little piece of him he left behind; whether it be in songs, in words, in pictures or videos, or smiles and tears. in all the little reassurances he gave us, and that he gave himself. and i hope that everyone can find some strength in those words and in that love and that they remember that there will always, always be a tomorrow. god. i love you so much. i miss you every day like crazy. i talk to the moon and thank him for his kindness. this world is so much brighter thanks to you. i hope you rest peaceful and easy and light and in all the love the world continues to give you.

I’ve talked about muslim!renee before ? yes. I have. have more.

renee loves islam. she loves feeling close to Allah. He helped her get back up her feet and gave her something to fight for. a life. a future.

she’s a lesbian. a feminist. and a muslim. she’s all these things and more and she knows, she knows He listens and understands.

she’s not haram. she’s not haram. she’s not and never will be.

most of the money she makes with the foxes go to charity. she works hard and try, try to remain kind, no matter the hardships she has to go through. she’s not afraid. she has faith.

her hijab is colorful and moves in the wind and she laughs and laughs and laughs. she is happy. she is peaceful.

her ghosts are there and it’s hard, so hard but she became an expert at repelling them off. no more knives. no more dark.

there are days in which she makes salah five times a day and her smile is never as bright. sometimes she can only make dua. sometimes neither. sometimes, her past is too heavy on her frail shoulders and she can’t get up. it’s okay. her relationship with islam is her own. it’s all okay.

she gets comments in the street for everything she is. for allison’s hand in her own. for the color of her skin. for her devotion to a religion they’re not willing to understand and accept.

she doesn’t hear any of their hateful word

she holds on tight.

there’s the wind again and she smiles.

In this house we love and support Nicholas Hemmick