One for Sorrow Two for Mirth

just like everyone else around her who knew grace.

carl’s hair is gray, there are bags under his eyes. the agents and the engineers have prominent lines on their faces. the diplomats are balding.

but she watches grace. she hears his laugh that doesn’t have the strain that hers does nowadays.

he is as young as the night, as warm as the sun. just as witty as she remembers.

as brave as the day he ran away.

as soft as the day she killed him.

at least i never have to hear you say, “i told you so.”

even though you were right.

Kevin knows how to push Jean's buttons, and The Trojan "Have a winning Day" Style would be murder on Kevin when he's already wound up. They CANNOT wear hot mics while playing together, their careers would be ruined.

Five mins later they're cracking up on the sideline sniping at another teammate / player on the field. Fans have no idea if they're rivals or best friends.

They leave it all on the court, fuck in the showers, and are home and in bed by 9 PM...where they then shit talk anyone who knows them.

It would be hilarious when Kevin walked away, completely confused because he couldn't stop thinking about it.

And one day, Kevin snaps. He waits until everyone gets out of Andrew's car and asks:

"How did you realize you were gay?"

Andrew looks at him, thinking he didn't hear right.

"Get out of the car, Kevin."

"I'm serious, how did you know?"

"Out.of.the.car.kevin."

"I saw Jeremy and Jean," he blurts out suddenly, ignoring Andrew.

"I'll throw you out of the moving car if you keep talking."

"…They were having sex."

Andrew will stop threatening him there because Kevin will seem completely unhinged (and also because this strange turn of events will intrigue him a little).

"I can't stop thinking about it," Kevin will confess, his eyes wide. "Maybe I'm gay."

Andrew won't believe it, but he'll play along because Andrew was supposed to sleep with Neil that week. However, the queen of a made-up sport decided to invite him to an extra training session, which the Addict wanted to attend. Andrew will have a score to settle.

"There are ways to find out. Do you like exy rackets?"

Kevin will instantly regain his composure.

"What do exy rackets have to do with this?"

"They're clear phallic symbols, Kevin."

Kevin's logic will tell him that doesn't make sense, but his gay panic will tell him there might be a remote and legitimate basis for it.

"You know I read a lot of exy magazines, and they're always talking about rackets."

Ah… Andrew will know, of course.

"Do they turn you on?"

Kevin will take a few seconds to answer, which will create some unease.

"I don't know!"

Andrew will have no idea what Kevin is thinking after that answer, so he'll quickly sum it up because he wants to get back to campus and devour a whole tub of ice cream.

Jace: Well, you know... I went to the salon in Winterfell with Cregan and got a great blowjob..

Rhaenyra:

Jace: ..blowout!! I meant blowout! OMG

Rhaenyra:

this man is an ALIEN. he meets Batman AS AN ALIEN BEING. imagine knowing Superman for like, a year or so, enough that this friendship is solidifying, and his age/birthday comes up (maybe because he insisted on getting something small for Bruce's more publicly known birthday!) and this adult alien who is NOT BEYOND pulling petty shit when it's harmless and funny, says with a straight face and no explanation, that he's six years old. what is bruce supposed to do with that? maybe kryptonians age differently! clark could draw it out for a while, letting Bruce think he's younger than Robin! and Bruce wouldn't have a good reason to disbelieve it unless he like, went digging for Clark's high school records or something (which he MIGHT do but then maybe he's trying to respect a little of the privacy of the one friend he managed to make, pre-intense paranoia days).

"I'm six!"

AND BRUCE IS LIKE