May, Day. Mayday.

my favourite moment from all three books of aftg is neil wanting his racquet back after it was used as a murder weapon. the true champion of the idgaf war

jean "i don't care if you have pronouns i need you to fucking lock in" moreau

Kevin’s pro team mates are so scared to stand up to him because he’s THE Kevin Day. Kayleigh Day’s son. Son of Exy. Best striker in the league. The Queen. Then Kevin, Neil, and Andrew all start practicing for the Olympics and everyone is floored to see that two five feet tall dudes are more than willing to smack him upside the head and tell him to shut the fuck up

people will act like a character being a little bit of a cunt sometimes is a flaw and not a positive trait but they are wrong

i just know in my heart of hearts that kevin very rarely let’s himself get involved fights during the game but the few times he does the pictures of kevin smirking with blood smeared across his mouth, staring down the opposing player while he gets pulled away does things to the foxes and his fans alike.

the sluttiest thing a man could do is be covered in blood and grip his wounded side in agony