All The Other Teams Were Thinking : "GET A ROOM THE TWO OF YOU ALREADY"

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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉

I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨

Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀

At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨

In moments of solitude, I find peace in prayer and supplication. I plead to God to protect Gaza and its people, to wipe away the dust of sorrow from our hearts. I always repeat🇵🇸🍉🌿

"We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost!" 🙏

as painful as it was to read, neil getting his ribs fractured was so powerful

he gets interviewed and very pointedly calls the ravens out for breaking jeans ribs. then lane, presumably in retaliation, breaks neil’s ribs. and jean watches his misplaced forever partner sustain that injury all while clutching his own ribs in memory and sympathy pain, panicked for neil

jean has never had someone truly suffer with/for him before. except neil.

Just yes

Meanwhile he refused to solve his own problems and until they almost killed him

Neil saw the "I can fix him trope" and said "I can fix his brother and their issues, his vague acquaintances, his college sports team and his extremely dependent best friend and have his enemies killed but I won't fix him cause he's perfect"

Tonight I am thinking about Kevin trying to buy a postcard during an away game at Texas. Going into the airport gift shop and coming back with a bag.

With nothing else to do during a long layover, the other foxes notice and ask why he’s suddenly buying postcards. Maybe Nicky takes the bag and pulls out the singular card. It’s got the outline of Texas on it, and unable to resist making a stupid joke, Nicky says,

“Thea’s never been to Texas?”

Kevin’s of course annoyed by this and takes the bag back without saying anything. Andrew, who’s nervous in airports and not opposed to starting a bit of drama cuts in and says,

“It’s for Jean, not Thea.” He was, after all, there the last time Kevin bought a postcard.

Nothing shuts the foxes up faster than the reminder that Kevin actually has a soul. Despite his best efforts and a “fuck you Andrew,” from Kevin, it’s Renee who smiles. She holds out her hand for the bag which Andrew swipes using his good arm and hands to her.

She studies the front of the postcard then gets up and walks to the same store to buy a different one. Neil catches her while she browses and asks her what she’s looking for. He makes a mental note of their conversation.

Two weeks later Jean receives two postcards from Texas. One from Kevin and one from Renee. It upsets him that Kevin said anything to anyone else about it but he hangs both of them up.

When Neil and Andrew finally take a short trip for a holiday break, Neil buys a postcard from a rest stop in Atlanta and sends it to Jean.

Jean almost drops this one in the sink.

“Neil?!” Cat asks, “oh my god, is he actually nice?”

“No.” Jean replies though he puts the postcard on the wall next to the other ones.

Between the three of them, Jean’s wall fills up. He meets the mail with excitement and hunger instead of dread now.

Renee sends one from Stephanie’s house with the the words, “you know, you could send one back.”

the biggest act of love Andrew has ever done for Neil I think it’s when Neil was too much hurt to shower and he helped him. When he covered his bandages to not get them wet and he helped him out of his clothes and took his time to clean him. When he says “you’re a mess” so fondly, so caring, without being mean or without making him feel bad about it. You know what they say when two people are getting married, “in sickness and in health”, Andrew is such a great lover. The way he was consistent with his care, when Neil was hurt and when Neil was okay. I hold this pages of the kings men so close to my heart. Cause Andrew did so well, even though he went insane at the notion of losing Neil, in his craziness, he was perfect at taking care of him, at grounding him, gifting him matching armbands, cause he understands and he knows how does it feel to have scars and to not want them to be shown to others, the stares, the quiet condescending, the questions, the judging, the fake compassion. He knows it all and he never wants Neil to feel it too. When he let him stay in the shower, when he first let Neil see him so vulnerable when all the other time he couldn’t and he always wanted Neil out of the room, when he scrubbed him dry and when he wore Neil’s clothes in front of everyone, without a care in the world, when he opened the snack for him cause he couldn’t, when he prepared drinks for him at their holiday and let him chill a little bit, when he put his hand under Neil’s pillow. How I love him. How I cherish their love.

Girl, Im sobbing with this one 😭😭😭

I think part of the reason I’m so obsessed with MXTX’s works is the way that each story seems to hold you gently as say “Your kindness mattered. It didn’t alleviate the suffering, it did not undo the pain. But your kindness mattered.”

Kindness could not erase Luo Binghe’s abuse, but it changed the story into a kinder one.

Kindness did not stop Wei Wuxian’s death, but it did save a-Yuan.

Kindness did not undo Xie Lian’s suffering, but it renewed his sincerity to help others.

Kindness did not change the entire world, but it helped create a softer future.

Its such a nice message, that maybe kindness will not protect you, maybe you don’t see the outcome of it, but you should still try to be kind, and I love that honestly.

And the fact Andrew doesnt feel threatned by Neil's ability to pick locks, bc he trusts Neil entirely and knows that Neil will never cross his boundarys, even if he is able to

you ever think about how important keys are to neil and locks are to andrew and how they're also the only characters in the series shown to be able to pick them. because i do. im actually always thinking about neil liking having keys bcus it means he belongs somewhere and therefore doesnt need to pick the lock. im always thinking about how andrew needs locks to feel safe and how neil's respect of that boundary despite having the tools to cross it is the reason andrew even lets him in. im thinking about it.

happy birthday to the twins ever <3