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i need jean to pick neil up. imagine, neil is being annoying and talking shit and jean just,,,,he just picks him up, maybe swings him left and right a bit lol and neil is just hanging there confused while andrew and kevin are dying in the background

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it would be so funny to see andrew play he does maybe 6 interviews his whole career that are all him saying he hates exy and would rather die than ever play again and then he shuts down the goal like nobody in the history of the sport. like imagine seeing the interviews and being like man this guy is a joke why does he even play. & then he’s the best goalkeeper to ever live and he does it while looking severely bored

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Matt boyd would take one look at Jean, deem him another stray to take in and care for and adopt him as a best friend like he did with Neil

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Aftg being set in university is objectively hilarious can you IMAGINE being in a group project with Andrew fucking Minyard

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You guys don't understand, Jean calling Kevin feckless child to his face despite being 2 years younger is peak comedy

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i was thinking about trauma survivors and people with depression and i was thinking about jean moreau. and how things might not be happy right away. and i was remembering how often it’s the case that when people who have been unhappy for a long time that when they do feel happy they feel like they shouldn’t be allowed to feel happy

and i think maybe jean is going to take a few steps back in his recovery maybe for a reason like this. and honestly i think jeremy will have a similar thing going on

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“whatever the fuck these two characters had going on” is a vastly underrated character dynamic

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So Jeremy is *definitely* taking French as one of his fun classes, right?

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not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

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"do I look like him?" But it's the twinyards.

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Neil STOP mocking the Japanese Mafia right in front of them 😰

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Ah yes I love the throuple composed of the hot competent woc, the slightly naive but ultimately well-meaning himbo, and the quippy twunk who came back wrong™ 

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Aaron Minyard is trying his darnest to live out his cheesy romance movie dreams, but his brother won't stop collecting mafia rejects like they're Pokémon cards

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"Knowing the master would beat Riko black and blue after the championships for breaking the golden rule --not where the public can see-- left jean feeling queasy" (TSC, 1).

name of book two: "The Golden Raven"

could be nothing

could be something

I personally think "The Golden Raven" refers to both Jean's status as Raven and Trojan, and his continued transition from one to the other. and it is also about how his hurt will continuously be aired to the public, whether to Jeremy, the Trojans, or the media. Jean, who spent his life keeping his trauma and his hurt hidden because his very life depended on it, because showing pain was a sign of weakness, has to learn to break the Ravens' Golden Rule: do not allow your pain to be visible to others, because it is a sign of vulnerability that will be exploited. I think Jean has to continue to learn that showing pain, that addressing his hurt, no longer has to result in further pain, but in healing.

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IM CRYING I LOVE JEAN SM 😭

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"the other ravens didn't know jean's age!!!"

think of any 16 year old boy you know. does he look like an adult to you? would you call him a whore if you'd found out he'd gotten into five different men's beds in less than a week?

no?

then think of a scrawny, underfed 16 year old boy. his face is bony, but not quite sharp. his nose is crooked, and a part of you thinks that maybe he just hasn't grown into his own face yet, at least until the bruising makes you want to look away before you can think about it any harder. none of his clothes fit him quite right, and you can always hear his joints popping in and out of place. he has the thickest accent you've ever heard, and you still don't quite know what he's saying most of the time, even if he swears it's english and looks close to tears if you insist it's anything but too loudly (he's only been in america for two years and it's hard to grasp much when all you have to develop your language skills from is cruel insults).

he's not as tall as the rest of the court yet — actually, he's far from it. he's not spared enough to build any muscle, even throughout the relentless practices, and he always looks five seconds from passing out by the time the drills even start. he's sweating, panting, and there's a rattling in his chest when he does... has he broken a rib? why is he even here? he's not as big, not nearly as strong, and the other ravens zero in on him until he's a puddle on the floor. he can barely keep his own racquet steady in his hands, and when he props it up to lean on, you realize he isn't much bigger than the damn thing itself. the captain is always dragging him around, sometimes by his wrist, sometimes by his hair. you think it's just messy hazing for a while, and maybe you dare to spare him a pitiful nod and hope for his sake it'll end soon, but months go by and it never does. he's doubled over one day, then running laps the next, and god, why does he always reek of blood? you start to notice his fingers as they change colors, once bony and milky pale, now bruised black and blue and crusted over with scabs. they're misshapen... broken, almost every one. he shouldn't be playing like this, but he tugs his gloves on with his teeth and plays through the pain.

you pass his room on your way to bed, door wide open. he sleeps curled up in a ball, back pressed so hard against the wall, knees into his chest. you can hear his shaky breaths, how his lungs rattle uneasily, even in his sleep. he shakes himself awake from nightmares, gripping the sheets, dry heaving as he forces his own face into the pillow to muffle the sound... but he does not scream. he does not cry. poor kid, you think, because what else could you call him? he's far too beaten down to even think to consider an adult. a puppy kicked one too many times.

the captain calls everyone into a room, arms folded over his chest, face smug as if he'd come up with a solution to the entire world's problems. but there's something strange about the meeting. only backliners. gigantic, sneering, male backliners. he asks for volunteers, a few good samaritans to "fuck some sense into him," and you watch as five greedy hands fight to be the first in the air. riko makes his pick, makes his promise, and for the next week it's all you can hear at night. you wouldn't call it moaning, but... screaming. fighting. teeth and claws and fickle words. "please. please stop. please stop. please—" and then silence. the last night all you hear is defeated silence.

and suddenly it's the child's fault, isn't it? everyone else is saying it, that he slept his way onto the lineup, that he's nothing more than a braindead whore. if everyone's saying it, though, does that make it true?

or is it just easier to stomach?

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the trauma jean endured is horrific but there is something so inherently comedic about a trio of fuckass college kids meeting him and being like fuck . we have to deprogram an unwilling cultist