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I don't know if we realize how important the scene where Neil fights with Kevin in the bus bc he wants to sit with Andrew is FOR ANDREW.

Imagine being Andrew and meeting this kid who's all twitchy and beautiful and thinking he's an illusion but he's there. And he's giving his game to Kevin Day bc for him Kevin Day is everything there is to be and you know that Kevin lost it all but now there's this kid who listens to him ramble about exy and actually pays attention and cares about it when nobody else does and you know Kevin feels like he has something now so you are just waiting for that to happen like "just kiss already".

But you notice that the kid is also looking at you. And he's listening to you and watching. Always watching. Learning your language, getting what you mean without you having to explain. And that is just unsettling bc "what in hell is this guy doing?" What about Kevin?. So that just reaffirms that he's an illusion bc he's not for you.

He. Is. Not. For. You.

And then you're in the bus heading to another game and you know the kid's excited and will probably ramble about it with Kevin for the whole ride so you're ready to just sleep thru it but wait. Bc he is heading to you. And he's arguing with Kevin Day and shutting him down bc he wants. To sit. With you.

And then you realize. You will give Kevin Day everything but not this. This is for you. This is for you bc he CHOSE you.

You're just this kid who always wanted but never got it so you stopped wanting bc "what is the point?". But now this illusion is here and he is choosing you so you will take it. You will take it and fuck everyone. This is for you. You get to have this.

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I NEEDED TO DRAW THIS PICTURE

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Youre in a car with a beautiful boy ass panel

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neil finding out andrew’s gay: oooh ok makes sense

neil, 3 seconds later, finding out kevin has a girlfriend: No He Fucking Doesn’t

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And Grant Chapman's month has officially begun

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no babe, it wasn't weird at all that you put on Lady Stardust and started talking about how it's about Marc Bolan before bursting into tears.

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Just a heads up to any of my mutuals who’ve tagged me, recently:

I’ve just gotten back to school, and I might be really MIA in the foreseeable future. If I don’t respond to a tag (or ask, or message) that’s just because I’m dying under the weight of my textbooks (pray for me, guys 😭). Anyway, I will mostly sit down and respond to everything all together, then vanish off the face of the earth for a while. This is not to say don’t send me stuff (because I love receiving your notifications, it makes my day), just that I might not respond for a long time.

Love you 🤍

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There’s the quote “You’ve grown into someone who would’ve protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.”

If that is isn’t Andrew Minyard, then I don’t know what is.

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jerejean with 🍑

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and what if I told you these lyrics from boyish by japanese breakfast were basically ronan in that infamous nino’s scene… what then?

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whatever you say beautiful

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🛏️ Unhinged Things Sirius Does When Remus Is Sick

Acts like Remus has the plague for exactly two minutes. Wears a scarf around his nose like a Victorian doctor, calls it “protection against your werewolf germs,” then immediately forgets and kisses Remus on the mouth.

Demands to know which specific germ infected him. Names it Gregory the Foul and writes a diss track about it on parchment. Remus reads it while half-delirious with fever and gives it a 4/10.

Brings soup. Taste-tests it every five seconds. Burns tongue. Demands sympathy. “I got hurt making you better,Remus. This is a shared trauma now.”

Tries to fluff Remus’s pillow but ends up accidentally punching him in the head. Apologizes by reading him weirdly sensual poetry until Remus begs for mercy.

Knits him a “comfort scarf.” It is six feet long, misshapen, contains a cigarette burn, and one end has a loop "so it can hold hands with itself when you’re not around." Sirius is very proud.

Keeps trying to “absorb the sickness into his own body through the power of love.” This involves lying on top of Remus and chanting, “I am your chosen vessel.”

Remus says he’s cold. Sirius immediately attempts to set the curtains on fire “for warmth.” No one is surprised.

Spends an hour making a dramatic handwritten schedule titled “Recovery Ritual: Sir Lupin’s Glorious Rise From the Ashes.” Includes slots like “Cuddle Nap (mandatory),” “Affirmation Hour,” and “Popsicle Meditation.”

Tries to enforce complete silence for “healing ambiance,” then proceeds to loudly stub his toe, yell at a chair, hum a Bowie song, drop six spoons, and trip over the cat.

Refuses to let Remus lift a finger. “Your only job is to breathe and look beautiful.” Spoons Remus while shouting “I AM YOUR HEATED BLANKET.”

Tucks him in like twelve times. Each tuck has its own speech.

“This one’s for warmth. This one’s for loyalty. This one’s for how hot you look even with a fever—”

Sneaks a thermometer under Remus’s tongue while he’s sleeping. Stares at it like it’s a horcrux. Tells it to “be kind.”

Hears one cough and immediately goes, “Do we need to go to St. Mungo’s? Do we need to summon Dumbledore? Do we need to call James?” Remus: “I need you to sit down.”

Draws little faces on the medicine bottles so Remus won’t be scared of them. One of them is named “Captain Antibiotic.” Another is “Lord Syrupicus.” They have a whole backstory.

Accidentally drinks Remus’s cough potion thinking it’s pumpkin juice. Starts floating six inches above the floor. Blames Remus for “having mysterious, sexy liquids around.”

Keeps a journal called “The Illness Logs” where he records every cough, sneeze, and emotional micro-expression. Writes dramatic entries like:

Day 3. He looked at me. His eyes said ‘kill me’ but his soul whispered ‘kiss me instead.’

Falls asleep ON Remus. Snores directly into his ear. Smells like eucalyptus and desperation. Remus gives up and lets it happen.

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Every year on July 31st I think about how James would’ve made Harry’s birthday a whole event. Streamers everywhere, a cake shaped like a Snitch, wildly unsafe magical fireworks going off in the kitchen.

Lily would’ve rolled her eyes, cleaned up the mess, and then charmed the ceiling to look like stars just because she knew Harry loved them.

Today James would’ve joked about him being an old man now, and Lily would’ve smoothed his hair and told him to hush.

Lily would’ve made a cake from scratch, even if it sank in the middle, and James would’ve snuck icing with his finger until she smacked his hand away.

Harry could've had everything and instead he got a scar and a prophecy and a world that knew his name before he did.