Pls Fall For My Jeandreil Propaganda

Jeremy when Jean looks at another person: damn. I must be a terrible person for wanting him. Who am I kidding? I’ll probably never find love, and there is no way Jean loves me back anyway. I mean, look at me? How COULD he love me back?

Imagine that, instead of secretly dating Thea, Kevin had been dating Jeremy all this time. A long-distance relationship, kept alive through late night phone calls whenever none of the Ravens were around to listen.

Kevin and Andrew going to see Jean and finding out Neil had also been there:

we don’t talk enough about teenage Kevin looking at Jeremy‘s pictures in magazines

"Your boyfriend called me an idiot."

i genuinely am cackling over the vision of neil crouched over kevins computer, looking somber and deeply in study and all he's looking at is porn because he wants to figure out the mechanics. like, bro is not turned on whatsoever this is totally one hundred percent a study thing lmao

this is a love letter to neil josten, a demisexual man who never put a label to it because he doesn't care about how he's being perceived, he only cares about the man he loves likes. to andrew minyard, nicky hemmick and jeremy knox, three gay men who are so different but all had to suffer through their own personal hell and came out of it battered and bruised but still so so human it confuses you sometimes. to jean moreau, our resident bisexual diva who suffered unimaginable horrors but is so good to the core and his healing journey is healing all of us. to catalina alvarez and laila dermott, our lesbian couple who are the loveliest humans and the best example of a healthy relationship. to non binary icon cody winter who is an absolute badass and an incredible friend. to xavier morgan who is trans and gorgeous and the best vice-captain with his strong personality and the way he cares so much about his teammates.

no thoughts, just a six-year-old Andrew Minyard at the doctor’s office with strep throat. A little girl is sitting with him in the waiting room eating a Happy Meal on her mom’s lap. Andrew traces circles into his own hands, thinking that the comforting taste of chicken nuggets and french fries would help him feel better. He knows he’s not supposed to ask for things, but a pang of desperation makes him forget to be cautious. He sits up straight, gathering his courage, and turns to his foster dad to ask if they can get a Happy Meal on the way home.