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YOURE SO EVIL FOR THUS GODONIGHTT AHHHH
do y’all even think they’d say andre and cal’s names at graduation? do you think other parents would be outraged? would the gabriels and kriegmans even be welcome in the stadium? would cal’s little siblings be able to return to school? or would people avoid both families like the plague?
would their names be in obituaries in the papers? or would they only be plastered on the front covers with horrible words on top of them? cal’s blond hair covered in the word “monster” written in red; andre’s tan skin tainted by the word “killer” in a font bigger than anyone even knew existed.
is this cal gabriel realness or am i wrong
zeroday playlist ive had for a hot second... be nice and drop recommendations 😋😋😋
heelflip my beloved
andre loved cal. cal loved the idea of andre.
andre loved cal’s mind and heart and dedication to zero day. he loved the way cal’s hands held his face and the way cal’s lips felt against his own. andre loved sleeping next to cal, staying up until the early morning and waking up late in the day. andre loved cal enough to die with him.
cal loved that andre was his accomplice, his best friend, and that andre loved him. cal loved that andre didn’t have anyone else, that he would always be first in andre’s mind and heart. cal loved the way his family treated andre as their own and how andre took care of his siblings. cal loved the idea of andre so much that he didn’t want anyone else to have the older boy when he passed, so he took andre with him.
andre and cal both had love in their hearts. they just loved different things.
caldre is love!! caldre is life!!
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pack it up skittles squad...
the week after we died.
a poem about life after the death of andre kriegman and calvin gabriel, written by me.
we lie on the cold floor,
brains and bone shattered and splayed on tile.
the body bags are too big.
they aren’t made to hold someone so small.
the strength and weight of our guns had left us.
with tortured minds,
our families tear through our belongings,
yearning for a letter, an explanation
of where they went wrong,
but they will find nothing.
they will go outside and spot the fire pit,
find the charcoals still smoldering.
burnt plastic and flakes of paper
that can only be explained by a tape,
by a video made in solitude.
the church refuses to hold our funerals.
we are buried with no celebration,
caskets closed for the sanity of others.
there is a family gathering for those who care:
our siblings, our parents, rachel, and mel.
our hell is our minds,
focused on one singular thought.
we go in circles,
finding ourselves in the exact place we tried to escape,
hurtling towards the point of extinction.
people are told not to live in the past
as if their loved ones do not reside there.
they are told that life will be better without us,
that life will be happier and more fulfilling,
but how can anything fill the void in which we used to reside?
we lie on the cold floor,
now only in memory and in mind,
as people avoid the space where we lay.
the way they swerve around the spot is almost natural,
as if we were designed for their hatred.
the week after we died,
graduation was halted.
the week after we died,
the police came knocking.
the world fell apart in the week after we died.
stemmed from a joke @calcyum made last night that im still thinking about
I HATE CAR SEAT HEADREST AHHH
fuck
thinking about andre being second place in his parents’ hearts. their oldest boy is far away, most likely at a nice college with a nice job. andre stays home. he’s got a part time job and he’s got good grades, but he simply can’t compare to the golden child. he does everything he can in order to please his parents. he’s on track, in the science club, in multiple ap classes, contributes to the school newspaper, and even got accepted into university, but he is never ever going to be his brother. after zero day, he knows his parents will act like he never existed. the only memory of him will be tainted with anger. as his parents sit in court, being charged with criminal negligence, they will do what they always do: blame andre.
my bestfriend sent me some fanart of cal and andre in the one wheat mark artstyle and its been in my head since I NEED MORE!!!!
my bestfriend sent me some fanart of cal and andre in the one wheat mark artstyle and its been in my head since I NEED MORE!!!!
T4T caldre hcs .... I need it.....
T4T Caldre Headcanons (FTM)
- Andre came out when he was thirteen. Cal came out when he was fifteen.
- Andre started T when he was sixteen. Cal started a couple weeks after his seventeenth birthday.
- For a while, they both injected T. Now, Andre uses gel and only Cal injects it.
- Andre always wore his older brother’s clothes growing up. His family never really made him wear dresses unless it was a religious holiday.
- Cal was hyper feminine when he was younger. He constantly got his mom to do his makeup, wore dresses whenever he could, and was the girliest girl ever.
- They both knew something was wrong when they were younger but they dealt with it in different ways. Andre faced it head on. Cal hid it.
- Andre’s dysphoria outfit is a sweatshirt he got from Germany and a pair of baggy basketball shorts. Cal’s dysphoria outfit is a big Nirvana shirt and a pair of his dad’s old pajama pants. (Dysphoria outfits are basically what someone wears to make themselves more comfortable when dysphoria is really bad.)
- Andre has a bigger chest than Cal. Andre wears multiple sports bras at a time when his binder is being washed; he never goes without binding in some way. Cal evenly divides his days between not binding and wearing his binder.
- Cal’s mom cuts his hair. Every time he gets a professional to do it, it always comes out looking really feminine.
- When Andre first came out, he got a buzz cut. He started to grow it out in freshman year.
- The boys share clothes constantly. Their wardrobes are basically combined.
- Cal has really bad voice dysphoria. There are days where he simply doesn’t talk.
- Andre works out a ton, even before he joined track. He wanted to gain muscle and get wider shoulders and bigger arms.
- Both boys open up to each other about dysphoria and feeling inadequate. They talk more to each other about it than they do to their parents or their therapists.
caldre in my brain like parasites
It is a genuine fucking disgrace how much you guys have twinked Cal because he’s NOOOT. HE’S NOT. He’s not your poor pale skinny little anorexic gay boy bro. Go back and rewatch the movie. Look at his ARMS. HIS HANDS. HIS LEG IN THAT ONE SCENE BRO
the motivation to post headcanons is draining how do u guys pump them out like air 😿😿
chiikawa rachel, cal, and andre when
waiter waiter!! more andrea and callie please!!
rachel becoming an outcast after zero day.
she’s interrogated by the police and by her parents, begging her to tell them if she knew anything about zero day. she’s regarded as a criminal and traitor by her friends. she’s not even invited to greg’s funeral. when she calls any of her friends, the call is ignored; she’s basically been blocked. all she does is stay in her room and visit cal’s house.
it took a bit of convincing for her parents to let her go to the gabriel house, but the therapist she started going to recommends it. she helps his parents sort out his clothes, sleeps in his bed, and comforts his younger siblings.
when graduation ultimately rolls around, having been postponed due to the actions of the army of two, rachel is barely cheered for. she walks across the stage, only hearing the voices of her parents after her name is announced.