I Would LOVE To Talk Abt History With Kevin, Seriously, He Could Be A Nerd All He Wanted. I Love History

Neil liking math is so funny to me

Like, hasnt your life been hard enough?? (Coming from someone who also likes math)

I love the AFTG characters and their silly interest like Andrew canonically likes to watch musicals with Bee, Kevin is down bad for history, Neil thinks math is fun. They’re just so human I love them

I always found it very funny Kevin's whole thing with "you should be hetero, it is easier to make Court like that". It just seemed to be one of those moments where he was so absurdly into Exy that he couldnt understand basic human things

This was until TGR, and then I understood that his line of thinking was ingrained in very deep traumas. He saw what happened to Jean when he dared to step a little out of heteronormativeness. He saw all the pain it caused. He saw what Riko did to him and Im sure at this moment he swore to never even try to find out if he could like boys in other ways. So when he saw Nicky giving Neil incentives to explore his sexuality, Im sure all the flashbacks of that time came to him like a punch, and he knew that in US court (at least while Riko was still there) being heterosexual meant survival. Thats why he says that to Nicky.

It is literally his trauma speaking for him, not his obsession with Exy speaking for him

Which also brings me to my theory that Kevin is a deeply repressed bisexual (there aint no way that diva is straight). TGR literally only helped to confirm that

For sure he went about it wrong, but Kevin does truly want to protect them. This is the world he was brought up in as well.

Also the fact Wymack had to hold this boy on a chokehold of his own just so that he wouldnt go and murder all the Ravens on his reach

Like, he had a BROKEN COLLARBONE, had already defended Neil, and was about to KEEP ON FIGHTING, just bc they dared to hurt his love

i will never get over andrew minyard, devoted paladin, choking out a girl who fucked up neil when he himself had a BROKEN COLLARBONE and had just slipped away from his own attempted murder

Before ever having sex, they already knew each other in the most intimate away possible. They had seen each other naked of their defenses, both saw what hid on the other side of the protection walls the other had created, and fell in love entirely with what they found

They can read each other like someone reads a book

When Neil was about to be taken to his father, Andrew took one look at him and saw something was wrong. He got close and didnt need to say anything for Neil to understand that he was asking what was wrong. A lot of times they dont need any words, just one look, one touch and thats enough

They make my heart ache

I didn't notice Neil Josten's supposedly sexless narrative because he thinks too much like me and we were both fascinated by Andrew's every move. The most attractive thing a person can do is match your freak, and Neil (Identity Fraud) Josten found the one man who scratches that itch. Physical sex has NOTHING on the intricate mind games these two were playing the whole time.

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Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

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"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏

Jean is the proof that strong doesnt equal hard. He has a deeply kind heart, and it is exactly the fact his heart didnt get hard like stone with all the horrors he was put through that makes him so strong. He didnt just endure, his heart came out it all still soft and beating. I feel like this is also one of the reasons Riko was always specially cruel to Jean. He looked at him and saw all he could never be, all that his money, power and talent would never get him: a kind heart, and he wanted desperately to break this in him, to make Jean bitter and cruel, and it didnt matter how many parts of Jean he would break(physically, emotionally and mentally) he still couldnt break his softness and kindness. Not only that, but he was reminded of this at every turn: when Jean would still take care of Kevin, when he taught Kevin french, when he wasnt able to handle seeing Neil get waterboarded (even though he was tortured like that many times, he couldnt stand there and bare the suffering of another person). Riko hated and despised Jean bc no matter how many times he made Jean see and live through the worst of humanity, Jean still insisted of being a reminder of the best that human beings can be. He reminded Riko that he wasnt bad bc the world was bad, he was bad simply bc he was trash.

That's why I absolutely love Jean Moreau

I swear, this boy desearves the world, he desearves to heal. He desearves to be in a place like the Trojans, full of good ppl, who will show him that he desearves love

jean moreau who learns how to cook and falls in love with it because it distracts him from everything inside his head. jean moreau who learns how to ride a motorcycle and falls in love with the open road now that he can go wherever he wants whenever he wants to. jean moreau who likes peaches and cradles them in his hands like something precious. jean moreau who is sentimental with the gifts he receives from his friends. jean moreau who helped rhemann to pull up the vegetables in his garden and realised he would like to grow something of his own one day. jean moreau who'd plait his sister's hair for her, and sew up the rips in her dress. jean moreau who watches how people show affection to him and to each other and then emulates it back to them when they need it for comfort. jean moreau who was so disturbed by the image of his friend being hurt he searched her for imaginary bumps and bruises he knew weren't there. jean moreau who has been abandoned or betrayed time and again yet still looks out for his friends bc he is loyal by nature. jean moreau who still yearns so deeply for love even though he has convinced himself he cannot have it. jean moreau whose favourite colour is associated with all the things that bring him peace - the soil in rhemann's garden, the sand after the tide washed ashore, the dirt roads he'd been down with cat, jeremy's eyes. jean moreau, a soft boy forced into a hard life.

happy birthday to the twins ever <3

I abolutely love Jean

Seriously, the man is an icon

jean-yves moreau is the Character of all time. he’s bisexual. he’s french. he hates being social. he refuses to go anywhere alone. “chances of them knowing french?” “none. they’re american.” he doesn’t know how to make friends. he almost broke someone’s neck for his self declared partner. on the topic of said partner jean stood between his legs with his shirt half unbuttoned “platonically”. he hates english and he’s right. “a single word is seldom rude enough to make a point.” he’s canonically called someone a half-baked baguette. he owns two shirts and they’re both black. “your apologies are as useful as perfume on a frog.” he hasn’t seen a microwave in years. he doesn’t celebrate national holidays. absolutely classic.

No one understands how much I love Mare for not hiding her M scar. Instead, displaying it proudly to not only show that she survived, but to really paint the picture of how much of a Monster Maven was.

She so brave

And the fact Andrew doesnt feel threatned by Neil's ability to pick locks, bc he trusts Neil entirely and knows that Neil will never cross his boundarys, even if he is able to

you ever think about how important keys are to neil and locks are to andrew and how they're also the only characters in the series shown to be able to pick them. because i do. im actually always thinking about neil liking having keys bcus it means he belongs somewhere and therefore doesnt need to pick the lock. im always thinking about how andrew needs locks to feel safe and how neil's respect of that boundary despite having the tools to cross it is the reason andrew even lets him in. im thinking about it.