"Freakin' Out On The Interstate" Describes Pretty Well Kevin At The Night He Scaped The Ravens

happy birthday neil josten and his little fox paw doodles and his fraying-at-the-hems shirts and his scary ahh smile and his electric blue bambi eyes and his unsettling demeanour and his inability to half-ass anything except for school and his fearlessness and ruthlessness and his love for maths of ALL fucking things and his zombie cowboy halloween costume and his bad temper and his smart mouth that only knows how to talk mad shit, lie, and kiss andrew and his pretty face and his four minute mile and his favourite colour being grey and his five-something languages that he speaks and his fierce devotion to exy and the foxes and jean and his insane aura and his general nonchalance and his breakfast burrito that he hid behind and his napkin that he ordered a hit on and his stalker binder and his keys and cigarettes. i will never love another the character the way i love neil josten.

he’d forgotten how much he missed that smile.

Kevin's like a vampire. He can only infodump abt history if you invite him to first

rereading trk and knowing the things happening behind the scenes in the nest gives everything so much more WEIGHT holy shit wdym grayson was neil's backliner mark in the ravens v foxes match wdym jean was playing defence alongside him wdym in less than a year neil would orchestrate grayson's death wdym jean's "ashen ice" smile as he stared kevin down at the banquet wdym kevin's quiet "jean." when they see each other for the first time in almost a year wdym jean got between riko and neil when they had their fistfight at the christmas banquet wdym drake's attack was direct retribution to andrew "claiming" kevin in front of riko wdym jean spent neil's two weeks in evermore whispering to him in french when riko wasn't looking like he did with kevin for years god i feel like that one clip of jennifer lawrence on hot ones rn.

Jean "knowing this cologne came from another man is making me murderous" Moreau I am OBSESSED with you

I will stan Kavin Day forever

i love how kevin day is like. a boujee bitch. like he wasn't impressed by the maserati. he isn't a morning person. he doesn't like running but knows he has to cos it's good for him. his favourite colour is red but he looks terrible in it. he drowns himself in vodka every now and again. "he should know how expensive i am by now" he says that out loud, in canon. kevin day my princess. my baby.

"You know, I get it," Neil said. "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." "Neil," Kevin said, low and frantic. Neil ignored him. "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."

"Fight because you don't know how to die quietly. Win because you don't know how to lose. This king's ruled long enough—it's time to tear his castle down."

Too long for a tattoo but this quote is engraved into my soul.