neil helps andrew tackle his fear of swimming on their weekend getaway. this takes place in andrew’s first year on pros.
1. it grips you, sudden and sharp, like a bullet lodged in a chest, wired
limbs hanging from chains. silence warring with fear, with stomach-churning
possibilities of a poor hand set in motion: you’re safe, you’re sinking; it’s
quick-sand, you’re not dreaming. the earth shaking and shattering, split
between the middle of life and death. he’s falling, he’s bleeding, and you try
to reach across the chasm, hand out-stretched and fingers splayed, and you
think just a little closer—but the
ties snap, and a scream tears through spoiled lungs, and he’s sinking,
shrinking with the distance; barely a speck on a telescope. just a little closer—you tell yourself;
there’s still time, still a way. a scratch and a shudder, stifled screams as
you break the chains.
the ground shakes, and you jump in after him.
stretched out into the water from the lake house, the wood panels damp and
discoloured from age. Beyond the strip of light, dusk was settling in like fog,
coating everything in hushed, muted tones. Andrew couldn’t see the pine trees
stabbing up at the sky, but he could see the silhouettes shimmering upside down
in the lake, the last fragments of light bathing the surface of the water in
hues of tawny orange and dusky twilight purple.
the blackness of the horizon more clearly than the curved shape of Neil’s
figure. He was nearly gone, fading into the black or the black fading into him,
like a magic trick.
picked his way through the path, over jutting stones and creeping vines, until
his bare feet carried him to the edge of the dock. He took one look at the
water, dropped the towels, and his knees bent mechanically.
have to do this,” said Neil quietly, moonlight catching his eyes.
forced into anything,” replied Andrew, and then, quieter, “I want to.”
Hi, my lovelies! I figured that making a single resource for all these self-care posts would be really helpful, so, here it is! When I write new posts, I will add them to this list with a time stamp of the latest update. :-) Love u! ~ L-PF ♡
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I’ve been waiting to post this for ages so it could go up with the chapter it’s from and AT LAST!!! Happy Friday the 13th! (at least it is for me here)
My 2nd commissioned piece from @bev-nap who is a literal goddess among mortals. Look at this. Look at my grumpy son, isn’t he gorgeous?! I’m still squealing internally and externally over this and I don’t think I’ll be done anytime soon ^_^
When Shiro and Matt disappear without a trace, conspiracy theorists Keith and Pidge team up with ghost hunters Lance and Hunk to find them. They soon discover they are paladins, which means they have the ability to walk between the physical and spirit worlds. Now it’s up to them to stop Zarkon, an evil spirit who plans to invade the human world. … And the only way to do that is to find the five spirit lions that combine into an immensely powerful being called Voltron.
Chapter Summary: Thrift shopping, aka team bonding.
Keith shrugged off the jacket he was already wearing and pushed his arms through the sleeves of the red jacket. He adjusted the collar, which was so ridiculously high that it almost touched his ears.
He expected an outburst of laughter at how terrible it looked, but the others were oddly silent. When he glanced up, he found everyone was staring at him.
“That bad, huh?” he said, ready to immediately take the jacket off.
“No, it’s uh …” Lance said, and coughed into his fist when everyone turned to look at him. “You look …”
“… Good?” Pidge offered.
“I was gonna say he looks like an emo anime character, actually.”