yeah kevin

i love that we got the holt and kevin plotline tonight. the writers do such a fantastic job of making romantic relationships secondary - even with the proposal and wedding planning, peraltiago isn’t the backbone of the show, just a wonderfully lucky, well-crafted bonus. 

it’s the same with holt. his homosexuality is just sort of a thing - secondary! - but every now and then we get a reminder that captain raymond meep-morp holt always gets to go home to the man he loves, being cozy and happy with their monogrammed pajama sets, their cheddar, and their ridiculously endearing affection for each other. these stoic men who don’t show emotion (i have never been happier.) and are both professionals at the top of their careers - they spend their nights with holt telling kevin about the antics of his nine nine crew (no actual cop shop talk, of course), and kevin tells holt about his students and obscure classic texts and clever new yorker cartoons.

and in the morning they sit together, in companionable silence, sharing their plain scones and their love sustaining oatmeal, reading or doing that day’s crossword puzzle, and sometimes they compete to see who can do it fastest, but other times they sit side-by-side mulling over the clues until they triumphantly fill in the last spot together. and when they’re done they smile at each other, wish each other a productive workday, kiss goodbye, and go their separate ways, entirely confident and warm for knowing that come nightfall they’ll be together again.

hey. all concerts are good concerts but sign me the FUCK up for small venue concerts over big arena concerts any day

You know, I get it. Being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you’re worth a damn off the court— yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time. I know it’s not entirely your fault that you are mentally unbalanced and infected with these delusions of grandeur, and I know you’re physically incapable of holding a decent conversation with anyone like every other normal human being can, but I don’t think any of us should have to put up with this much of your bullshit. Pity only gets you so many concessions, and you used yours up about six insults ago. So please, please, just shut the fuck up and leave us alone.

can you imagine Court players on cereal boxes like

  • kevin’s so stoked to join the ranks of wheaties athletes, he works out extra to get all buff for when the execs send his picture in to the cereal company, only for andrew to send him a photo a month later of neil holding up a box of lucky charms that has kevin standing with the leprechaun on the front of it
  • neil’s on the plain cheerios bc they asked what his favorite cereal was and he said “what’s cereal”
    • sales skyrocket
    • half those sales may or may not be matt
  • jeremy is on honey comb. jean insisted on a honey-flavored cereal bc jeremy is, like honey, naturally sweet. alvarez never lets this go and calls jeremy jean’s “honey bee” until they die
    • there is forever a box of honey comb cereal in the day-muldani household pantry. it’s never touched until the day kevin learns jean and jeremy are a couple and then he just sits in the dark shoveling it into his mouth and when it’s gone he may or may not consider eating the box just to be rid of jeremy’s face smiling at him that he can’t really see but knows is there
  • jean gets raisin bran. he doesn’t really care, thinks he’s a pretty good match for a pretty bland cereal that doesn’t get a lot of appreciation. but the thing about raisin bran is if you add a little sugar it’s actually decent
  • thea actually stole wheaties right out from under kevin. the frosted kind with her mom on the box are the only cereal amalia will eat.
  • matt asks to be on coco puffs bc they’re dan’s favorite
    • he tries to get them to put dan on cap’n crunch
  • when thea stole wheaties from kevin, they were originally going to put kevin on apple jacks. then they tried to stick allison with that special k stuff and she only agreed to it on the condition they switch kevin to lucky charms instead
  • who even all makes court
  • i don’t know anymore beyond my own headcanons
  • anyway.
  • andrew. what cereal for andrew.
  • in his picture on the box he’s scooping up cereal with his massive goalkeeper racquet like it’s a spoon
  • the deal neil had to make to get him to actually do the shoot
  • it’s hard to make andrew look not terrifying and encourage people to buy and eat the cereal. of course he isn’t smiling. his face is settled in some neutral area, he’s sporting his signature arm bands, and with his muscles bulging around the racquet spoon he just manages to pull off a convincing “eat your cereal kids”
  • the silliness of the spoon kind of counteracts the blandness of his expression
  • that and the blue cartoon toucan perched on his shoulder
  • oh yeah he’s on froot loops
  • nicky makes one (1) joke about the andrew on the box being lifesize
  • it’s so ridiculous guys
  • neil keeps a cutout though
    • it goes in his new binder. he has two. one for the foxes, and one just for andrew. he keeps it tucked inbetween a copy of that photo of them in their matching coats at the airport and the lease contract for their first shared apartment
  • just. court players on cereal boxes. dan and matt’s kids divided over whether to have aunt allison or uncle neil for breakfast (“dad you say uncle neil every time your vote doesn’t count anymore”). a little mundane thing that symbolizes their success and how far they’ve come. (“country music artists are on cereal boxes i wouldn’t be proud of that matthew” “nicky shut tf up” *kevin wailing in the background bc of lucky charms’s sugar content*)
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Raúl Esparza characters + name meanings {Part 1} ↝ insp 

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[AFTG Exchange - Valentine’s Day 2017] @aftgexchange
// for @rikomoriyamaofficial

Andrew Minyard is the newest addition to the Edgar Allan University Exy team. He’s short, he’s fast, he’s devilishly good in a goal — and in another universe, he could have been the deadliest investment a Coach with nothing to lose could have made.

Signing with the unbeaten national champions is a dream many young Exy players seek after, but few know how the black corridors of Castle Evermore can quickly turn into a nightmare for the unsuspecting fool. The EA Ravens are a hive mind, built on sharp strings of violence, sex and codependence. At the top of the Nest, there is at the same time no place for secrets and a foul air saturated with them, starting with Riko’s inner circle Andrew has been drafted to.

Laying eyes on the Crown of Evermore comes with a price of blood, and paying it can cost one’s life  as well as their family’s.

  • *everyone is standing around a broken coffee machine*
  • Jughead: So... who broke it? I'm not mad. I just wanna know.
  • *pause*
  • Betty: I did. I broke it.
  • Jughead: No. No, you didn't. Cheryl?
  • Cheryl: Don't look at me! Look at Kevin.
  • Kevin: What?! I didn't break it!
  • Cheryl: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Kevin: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Cheryl: Suspicious.
  • Kevin: No, it's not!
  • Archie: If it matters, probably not... Veronica was the last one to use it.
  • Veronica: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Archie: Oh, really? Then what were you doing over by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Veronica: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Archie!
  • Betty: Alright, let's not fight! I broke it, let me pay for it, Juggie.
  • Jughead: No. Who broke it?
  • Kevin: Jughead, Josie's been awfully quiet...
  • Josie: REALLY?!
  • Kevin: Yeah, really!
  • Jughead, to the camera while everyone argues in the background: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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i’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board.