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I can’t believe when Jean Moreau was 14 he threw his hair into a messy bun and went downstairs just to realize his parents sold him to One Direction to pay their debts ..

Occasionally I remember that Kevin Day has not canonically been impregnated yet and I just sigh in disappointment like, boys. Boys. Andrew. Jean. Aaron. Seth. Who the fuck ever. You can do better than this. Try harder.

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

The Foxes watching as Kevin smiles at a interviewer and starts talking about how far they’ve all come, the potential within them all as if he wasn’t just yelling at them for being useless sacks of shit barely 5 minutes ago,

Having a blorbo is SO wonderful bc you get free joy for thinking about them being happy but also free joy for thinking about them being miserable. No losing

every time someone realizes they dont have to pick between being a boy or a girl an angel gets its wings btw. and also extremely loud cheering can be heard in the distance from me specifically