Sirius Black heard “like if I get older now I’ll let my younger version down and if I stop laughing all the blood will just start pouring out” and clutched his chest and fell to his knees
the idea of a post-rescue who shauna who doesn’t marry jeff, who goes to brown and majors in lit, who becomes a writer and dissects her grief and trauma through her work, who still builds a shrine to jackie out of her life— not by taking on the life that jackie would’ve had, but by writing about her, is everything to me. every novel she writes has a charcater who dies too young, whose death transforms the people around them in a profound way. every poem she writes has an undercurrent of loss to it, with a million different metaphors for death that her readers will spend hours picking apart and analyzing; but not as many hours as shauna spends bent over her desk weaving jackie into her words, killing her again and again while simultaneously immortalizing her in her work as she tries to write her way out of the grief, the guilt, the shame. god we could’ve had it all
Wymack is always going to give you one more chance than anyone else is willing to give you
And I can't help but think like father like son
Kevin promised Andrew something to live for after Andrew was sober and should've had nothing left
Kevin pushed Neil to be the best and have a future when Neil didn't think that was an option
Kevin publicly praises Jeremy's character and athletic abilities despite Jeremy's reputation
Kevin found Jean a new home with the Trojan's where Jean could heal and learn to live again
Kevin gave them all a push towards another life and keeps pushing until they get there.
I don't know if we realize how important the scene where Neil fights with Kevin in the bus bc he wants to sit with Andrew is FOR ANDREW.
Imagine being Andrew and meeting this kid who's all twitchy and beautiful and thinking he's an illusion but he's there. And he's giving his game to Kevin Day bc for him Kevin Day is everything there is to be and you know that Kevin lost it all but now there's this kid who listens to him ramble about exy and actually pays attention and cares about it when nobody else does and you know Kevin feels like he has something now so you are just waiting for that to happen like "just kiss already".
But you notice that the kid is also looking at you. And he's listening to you and watching. Always watching. Learning your language, getting what you mean without you having to explain. And that is just unsettling bc "what in hell is this guy doing?" What about Kevin?. So that just reaffirms that he's an illusion bc he's not for you.
He. Is. Not. For. You.
And then you're in the bus heading to another game and you know the kid's excited and will probably ramble about it with Kevin for the whole ride so you're ready to just sleep thru it but wait. Bc he is heading to you. And he's arguing with Kevin Day and shutting him down bc he wants. To sit. With you.
And then you realize. You will give Kevin Day everything but not this. This is for you. This is for you bc he CHOSE you.
You're just this kid who always wanted but never got it so you stopped wanting bc "what is the point?". But now this illusion is here and he is choosing you so you will take it. You will take it and fuck everyone. This is for you. You get to have this.
ideal living situation is what i call the 'sitcom special' : having all your closest friends live in the same apartment building or neighborhood where you each have your own space but can wander in and out of eachothers homes at will, seemingly always welcome and never at bad times. and also all of you only have jobs when its important to the plot.
I miss her hole (the headphone jack on the cell phone)
anxiety will have you thinking things like "will everyone hate me if i order coffee at the coffee shop" and "will people think i'm crazy if i work out at the gym"

lily who feels out loud, who throws her whole chest into it. lets it swell beneath her ribs like something beautifully violent in grins that split her face, flushed anger, cheeky things called out to marlene across the hall without shame, red nose and blotchy eyes from crying when she's hurt, in loving without flinching. lily who’s giddy when she's excited, playfully dramatic when she's joking, fierce when she's protecting someone. lily who doesn't apologise for feeling too much. lily who laughs at her own jokes, talks with her hands, can't tell a story without miming something ridiculous and gets fired up about nearly everything and will 100% debate the ethics of the most random topics at odd hours if it she’s passionate and opinionated enough (she is). lily who is absolutely shite at knitting but keeps doing it because ‘it's supposed to be relaxing’ and writes insightful little notes in the margins of her books. lily who gets ink stains all over her fingertips and sometimes sings ridiculous little made-up songs while studying—half mnemonic, half rhyming nonsense. lily who insists on birthday badges, party hats, surprise parties—even if someone insists they don’t want one, writes thoughtful/funny little notes in people’s textbooks when borrowing them and talks to herself when working through a problem. lily who never shrinks herself for anyone. lily who looks at you, really looks at you and makes you feel held.

