"omg Those Are The Exy Monsters They're So Scary"

"omg those are the exy monsters they're so scary"

you mean nicky? with a mortgage, husband and two kids?

neil? canonically a math nerd who enjoys cross country?

aaron? the pre-med student dating a cheerleader?

kevin? worlds first almond-mom-history-nerd?

andrew? the boundary respecting ice cream addict?

like yeah ok they've killed people but like also they have a cheese drawer so just calm down, be respectful, and don't start punching people - you'll be fine.

masterlist for my silly little aus before they get lost in my dash forever

tsc social media au —

insta profiles part one & two | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

aftg x f1 —

twitter profiles part one & two | rosters

spotify playlists —

jean moreau | jerejean | haoyu liu

sideblogs —

@piatsri (f1) and @pocketferns (sideblog for everything non-aftg & f1 i guess)

Thinking about how when Jean saw the Foxes’ photo wall he thought “They looked ridiculous and mismatched. They looked bright and alive and carefree, like they’d somehow forgotten everything that made them qualify for the Fox line-up”

Who's the dragon warrior? It's me!!!

To anyone who had an emotional connection to Wymack while reading aftg: I know what you are

(I'm crying over a fic because Wymack hugged Neil)

i was reading some of the aftg bonus content + old asks nora answered (here) and a lot of it is sad, but the one thing that truly got me was this:

i’m in tears over seth gordon because like. imagine for a moment that you are a fifth-year senior, last one standing of your original teammates, the rest of whom killed themselves or dropped out. you raised your younger siblings from elementary school onward, struggling with behavioral and substance issues for years. you try so hard to get clean but it never quite works unless your on-again-off-again girlfriend decides she wants to be with you, and she fills the void that drugs leave. it’s a good period with her, so you don’t take any drugs with you when you go out. you’re so close to graduation, so close to championships, but you overdose, drown in your own puke on the bathroom floor. it’s ruled a suicide, but you were killed by your new teammate’s enemy to prove a point. you sang. you were a tenor.