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"You're worth it."
It was barely a whisper, but Andrew went still.

Kevin made a frustrated gesture and lowered his hand. "I refuse to take you back with us if you're going to play all of your games like you practiced tonight. You have no place on the Raven line if you're not willing to be the best."
"What a hypocrite," Andrew said, "considering you've built an entire career around being second best."

"I think he just called me stupid," Andrew said, wide-eyed with feigned shock. "Give me a moment to recover. I haven't felt this shamed in a long time." He tipped his head back against the locker and shushed Kevin when Kevin started to speak. "A moment, I said. Nice to see that hearing problem is an ongoing thing. One too many balls to the helmet, I think? You'll want to retire before it becomes permanent."

OMG IS THE NEXT BOOK FROM AARON'S POV?? AFTER JEAN'S??

Thea’s last words to Kevin–until she showed up at Fox Tower in TKM–were to get some more practice in with the girls so he’d be ready for her when he graduated. Halfway a joke, but also a promise that she would still be interested four years from now–because they were Ravens, because they were the best, because they deserved the best, and for better or worse that meant each other.

"Or unbelievably spiteful," Renee suggested. "I can't wait to meet her. She must have quite a personality."

"Hers was self-destruction," Renee said. "When she was hospitalized, news got out about what she was doing and why. The backlash was in her favor, and Allison had all the ammunition she needed to pick her side. She chose this," Renee said, gesturing at the court and smiling at the far goal. "She started eating right and taking better care of herself, and by the end of the season she'd earned her place on the line-up.

"It's a knee-jerk reaction to judge harshly those who were born with more than we have," Renee said, "but it isn't fair. Just because she hasn't experienced the same things we have doesn't mean her life was easy. We can't keep assuming that money automatically makes a person's life better."


Oh, how true.

She became bulimic in an attempt to stave off muscle growth.

Oh, Allison. I hate how much this makes sense for her character, but I'm glad to learn more about her.

Looking into his eyes, Dan knew that was the truth. She had no reason to believe him, but she knew with every fiber of her being that he was the real thing. Her vision blurred. She blinked to clear it, and a hot tear streaked down her cheek. She scrubbed it away with an impatient hand and swallowed against the tightness in her throat.

My baby

INSANE
"I was fourteen when he took my mother's eyes out with a corkscrew," Wymack said. Dan recoiled, mouth open on a horrified protest she didn't have the air for. "I beat the ever-living shit out of him and threw him out of the house. Not quite sure how," he mused. "He was a big fucker." He considered the backs of his hands as if looking for his father's blood on his knuckles, then shrugged it off as unimportant.

aw dan

If she didn't believe in herself, no one would, but how much longer could she hold her ground when everyone else kept kicking her feet out from under her? Not even Cathy would stir herself to settle Dan's fraying nerves. She'd settled into this life and saw nothing wrong with dead-end jobs and penny pinching.

As far as she could tell, he'd done nothing to help her. He'd never said a word about sending out her files or inviting recruiters to the games. She'd never seen officials in their stands. After everything she'd done for him she'd expected better, and she almost hated herself for relying so heavily on his favor.

oh, how i love being a woman!

The moon as though she had taken a pinch of snuff hid her face behind a cloud. Human happiness reminded her of her own loneliness, of her solitary couch beyond the hills and dales.

The moon came out again. She seemed to smile, as though she were glad she had norelations. Sasha, turning his head away to hide his angry despairing face, struggled to give anote of cordial welcome to his voice as he said

That is .007 covering his one hundred and fifty-six miles in two hundred and twenty-one minutes.

"I know," said .007. "Makes me feel as if I'd dropped my Fire an' was getting cold. He is the greatest man on earth."

still trying to figure out the metaphor

"But as for you, you pea-green swiveling' coffee-pot (this to .007'), you go out and learn something before you associate with those who've made more mileage in a week than you'll roll up in a year. Costly-perishable-fragile-immediate-that's me! S' long.

I imagine Mogul to be JK Simmons

wait new french vocab unlocked

Ugh i love my foxes

The bulletproof glass shatters into a million little pieces that sparkle like diamonds, into too many emotions that slip through Andrew's skin like water through spread fingers and make themselves a home past the protection of his ribcage and near his heart.

He hates the electric sparks that dance along his skin when Neil is near him, he hates the flicker of light inside of him that chases away the darkness that has become familiar to him in all the years he has known it, he hates how alive he feels when he kisses Neil, he hates that he can’t seem to let go because he knows that it would kill him.

he tries to imagine letting go of shared cigarettes on the roof and truths for truths and of the feeling of someone’s fingers in his hair but never pullin and of someone understanding and of someone who doesn’t flinch back and of the feeling of falling without coming closer to the ground and of his stomach dropping and the glow that has started to fill the darkness inside of him, and Andrew finds that he can’t.

And Andrew knows, as takes a drag of his cigarette and watches the smoke escape out of his mouth and into the sky in the mimicry of one of the thin clouds above, that this time the pieces on the board are placed in a way that undeniably screams “checkmate”.

But not for him.

Andrew doesn’t waste his breath saying that it isn’t a relationship, he doesn’t because he knows that it is far too late for that. He doesn’t because he knows that while that word might not be completely fitting for himself and Neil, for the fragile thing that breathes life into Andrew in the same way Neil does, it might be the one that comes as close to the truth as possible.