#kevin life

[multiversemittens]

Kevin makes a great familiar. Here he is helping me with a Midsummer ritual.

[thoughtkick]

Getting over it doesn’t mean forgetting it. It just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn’t destroy you.

Kevin Brooks

[fence-time]

I think the very few interactions they have together are so silly

[doctorcurdlejr]

this did happen like it happened for real like it ended with this being real

[doubleragnarok]

"You know, Logan, I used to turn into Jean to piss you off. But now I'm turning into her just to support you"

Heartbreaking Morpherine from ep 10

[protectingstucky]

thinking of my man andrew going to his drawers and finding them empty of his beloved candy bars only to later find them in the trash can and then going bonkers in fucking yonkers at kevin

[thegunslingerletmedrop]

[bisexualchaosdemon]

Sometimes, I think about the fact that Wymack is Kevin's dad, and I want to weep. He dedicated his entire life to helping others who had grown up like he had, only to find out that his own son had grown up a caged and abused wreck? That's a level of pain that I can't even fathom.

[kevindavidday]

neil's concern for jean is so palpable actually they were meant to be 'forever partners' but the few weeks they did spend together really paints such a brutal picture of how awful that would have been

and yet neil is so, so careful with jean in a way that gives me brain worms ykwim? he went through the entire phase of trying to grasp onto a new life and learnt so much from his foxes that he feels the need to pass it on now...'andrew taught me' and 'i've got him, coach' like jean can rely on him and trust him now

especially the phone call when kevin confirms riko's atrocities and in the background someone asks about jean? like i know that was neil his concern is so intense he keeps jean in mind almost like there's a phantom friendship that ties them together

[doesephs]

no idea what i’m supposed to convey with this drawing of kevin day but he is autistic. makes me feel less bad about having interests that consume an entire essence of being I LOVE YOU EPIC POETRY

[dayurno]

(voice of a man slowly losing his mind) does it ever strike you that the plot of aftg is moved by little acts of kindness kevin offered to people who never had any semblance of it before. loving riko when no one would, befriending jean in the nest and keeping him alive through debilitating amounts of trauma, telling andrew he was worth it in a dingy high school locker room, teaching neil every night even if he knew he was about to die

[multiversemittens]

The yaoi paddle claims its first victim.

[thoughtkick]

Getting over it doesn’t mean forgetting it. It just means reducing the pain to a tolerable level, a level that doesn’t destroy you.

Kevin Brooks

[bellamysgriffin]

ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - First Kisses [5/7]

[adnrewminyard]

imagine being kevin day, son of exy, born and bred to be a cog in the well-oiled machine that is the edgar allan ravens. all you know being the routine of practice and practice and practice and performance and victory alongside those you call brothers.

-and then one day you wake up in your estranged father's apartment between a bottle of painkillers and a bottle of vodka and there is a knot of bandages where your future used to be. you don't wake up at 4am anymore. you sleep until noon and vomit the remainders of life as you knew it into unfamiliar toilets. you watch orange and white clash against each other from sidelines you haven't touched since you started growing facial hair.

your brother doesn't ask you to come home. you would come if he asked. the days are longer here and the food is too rich. the colors are too harsh, the language barrier is too much. you speak and no one understands.

they feel sorry for you, but not for what you have lost, instead for what you have suffered. you try to show them what belonging means, to sever parts of yourself to fit inside a uniform, but they don't understand the necessity of the blade the way your brothers did. they don't understand that suffering feels religious if you do it right.

the therapist tells you it's survivor's guilt but the only survivors you can see are on the court in black and red and they read your eulogy after the game at a press conference. you are not a survivor in any way that matters anymore. how treacherous your heart is for continuing to beat when you can't even hold your lifeline in your hand without dropping it.

you want to go home but your key doesn't open the same door anymore. you want to sit beside your brother but there is no space on his side of the table. you want to be a raven but you are a fox.

you grieve for connection until there is a knife where your neck guard used to sit. you grieve for your life until a boy offers to show you how it feels to survive. you offer to show him how it feels to live. he tells you he won't sever parts of himself to fit the uniform, but there are telltale bloodstains in the fabric from long before you asked.

you wake up at 4am again. you take turns vomiting in the toilet, you when the alcohol level dips too low and him when his smile runs out. he doesn't speak your language but he understands it. he keeps the car running when you visit the therapist. he keeps an eye on your back to watch the 02 on your jersey turn orange. the colors don't seem as harsh anymore.

he offers you safety. he offers you belonging. he offers you the only thing he knows how to give, the only thing you know how to take.

he offers you a lifeline. you pick it up with your right hand.

[m-4-gp-13]

kevins literally the personification of "im at a loss for words" *despite being at a loss for words, kevin yelled at us for 45 minutes*