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Ok but listen

One of the Paladins, probably Hunk, got off earth with his wallet in his pocket.

He doesn’t think a thing of it; earth cash is worthless in space

A few weeks into life flying through the galaxy in a castle ship finds him sitting around feeling really comfortable and realizing he needs a simple task done. Maybe he left the oven on. Maybe he forgot the Thing he was working on in another room and needed it in this room. Maybe he was thirsty and wanted a drink.
Point is, he didn’t wanna get up

So he kinda side eyes Lance
“Hey Lance, do the thing for me.”
“Dude no. Do it yourself.”

A lightbulb pops up in Hunks mind: “I’ll pay you” he says

Lance perks up: “how much we talkin’?”

Consideration: “five dollars”
Negotiation: “make it ten.”
Refutation: “dude I bet I could get Keith to do it for three.”

Keith shrugs. Hunk translates that to “I probably wouldn’t actually, but I want to see where this goes” or possibly “I heard my name and this is probably an appropriate acknowledgement of that, but I haven’t actually been paying attention.”

Surrender: “fine. Five.” Lance goes and does the task, and comes back, “pay up, Hunk.”

Hunk roots through his wallet.
“You got change for a ten?”
“Nope”
“Well… Tens are all I’ve got… So… I guess I’ll give you one and you’ll owe me a five-dollar-favor?”
“Yeah sure. Sounds fair enough.”

Lance leaves the room, satisfied, just in time for hunk to break out laughing. Hard enough that the rest of team Voltron is Concerned (is this an existential crisis? Hmmm. No, not yet). Breathless, hysterical. In subsides after a time.

“You… Realize earth money is worthless in space, right?” Keith asks

Hunk starts laughing again, but nods. He just gave Lance a worthless piece of paper with a number on it in return for two favors. And it’s Priceless
(If we’re being honest, the favors were actually worth like, maybe two dollars each, but who cares? A favor is a favor, and earth cash is utterly useless anywhere but planet earth, what else is he gonna spend it on?)
.
.
.
But wait this definitely continues. Lance keeps doing tasks for worthless money.
Eventually Lance tries bribing Hunk back. And y'know what? Hunk was running low on cash, and it’d be good to have some in reserve, just in case he’s feeling especially lazy and wants to bribe Lance. So Hunk accepts. He gets ten dollars back (he managed to wrangle it so that it was ten dollars for a six-dollar-task especially well-done, so the ten is all his)

And it’s funny, it’s kinda fun, and it works. Lance does tasks for money, hunk does tasks for money to give to Lance to do tasks (you probably see where this is going)

Suddenly one day, the other Paladins realize how well it’s working and yknow what? They. Want. In.

Hunk started it all out with oh, about thirty dollars; a ten, a twenty, and about 63 cents. Lance had four ones. Pidge brings in two tens, three fives, and seven quarters. Keith adds about 5 dollars in loose change that he won’t admit to why he has.
Shiro didn’t have anything to add bc he spent the last year as a space prisoner, and Allura and Coran aren’t from earth and don’t use the same currency

It starts tame. Lance was bartering for a task to be worth a full ten. Keith pops up and says he’ll do it for five. Lance says fuck that, he’ll do it for four. Keith says $2.50, Lance says $2, Keith deliberates for a minute but says $1.25, Lance gets on his knees and begs to do it for $1. Keith surrenders the bid. Lance fistpumps and almost shouts about winning (who am I kidding. He definitely shouted) he sprints out of the room to do the task.
Keith high-fives Hunk. Hunk returns it, with a sense of foreboding
(Keith doesn’t really participate, except to bait Lance into doing a task cheap)

Shiro did not have any money to start. He rectifies this by quickly earning Hunks twenty and one of Pidge’s tens. Keith bribes him with three pounds of loose change for something else, something secret. He accepts the bribe. He now has $35. He spends it wisely. Responsibly. And definitely does not use the twenty to convince Lance to shut up for one 24 hour period. (He actually doesn’t! They decide that one dollar for one hour of silence is a perfectly acceptable wage. He buys 20 hours of silence. The other 4 are wasted to sleep. It’s kind of hilarious watching Lance try to charade his way through the day. After that, that’s usually what the twenty gets spent on)

Pidge does a fairly similar thing to Hunk, but quickly becomes known for being a ruthless haggler. She will get what she wants out of this five dollar bill or else. The Paladins fear her. But they obey.

Allura and Coran don’t really get it. But them not getting it has very different results. Allura simply does not participate
Coran… Thinks that Earth Money looks cool, and starts collecting it.
“Hey Coran, I’ll give you a ten if you do this task”
“Hmmm no, I already have one of those… Ooh! Do you have one of the small brown circular ones? I don’t have any of those yet!”
One day he gets ahold of the ever coveted twenty
That day is… Eventful.

All five Paladins crowd around Coran, offering to do anything for that twenty dollar bill. Literally anything.

Hunk breaks first, surprisingly.
This all started with a worthless ten dollar bill and a subtle prank on Lance. After all, earth money is worthless in space.

And now…

In some ass-backward way, his spending-money-because-what-the-hell-it’s-already-worthless has… Made a booming economy, right here in the castle.
A booming economy of about $75.38
Objectively, that total number is not enough to buy a robot. But here Pidge is, offering to build Coran a robot, not even for the seventy-five, but for one single twenty
The money was worthless, but now it is not because he started using it because it was worthless. Causality is confusing and terrifying. Hunk considers having that existential crisis. The money was worthless and now it is not, because he assigned it worth
He wanders off and flops down beside Allura. Her shoulders are shaking slightly. She is laughing.

He turns to the Paladins.
Keith is egging Lance on again, so far Lance has offered to not speak again for a week, no two weeks now. It seems Keith is aiming for one full month of silence.
Pidge is upping the numbers of promised bells and whistles for the bot. So far Hunk is starting to wonder, if Pidge even builds it, if it will replace Coran outright.
Shiro seems to have accepted that he will not win the twenty, so now he is managing the others offers: “no Pidge, the bot may not automatically fire death lasers, we don’t want any accidents. Make it manual control.” “Lance, three weeks of not saying anything at all is a bit excessive. Be reasonable, three weeks no speaking except from a word bank the rest of us choose of no more than 100 words (and except on missions)”
Meanwhile Coran doesn’t really care for a cool robot so much nor for Lance’s silence. He does rather like this “twenty dollar bill” though, because it completes his collection

Keith gets Lance to agree to one full month of silence, except for no more than 100 words from a word bank the others will decide on for $20.
Keith whips out a twenty dollar bill that he’d had in his back pocket all this time and slaps it into Lance’s hand.

Everyone loses their shit.

(Lance’s word bank includes a few useful words like “me,” “you,” everyone in the castle’s names, “space,” “fuck,” “please,” and “thanks” as well as a few out-there but useful ones, like “apologies,” “affirmative,” “negation,” “assemble,” “post,” “prior,” “cerulean,” “vermillion,” “chartreuse” “midnight,” “golden,” “rainbow,” (bc you know, lion colors) and the like. The rest were fairly nonsense, and a few of which were memes; “smorgasbord,” “brouhaha,” “Simba,” (actually, most names from the lion king) “Pepe,” “loss,” “Beyoncé,” and so on.
One memorable day (more like meme-orable day tbh) they got the quote “post smorgasbord, me, you [gesturing at all other paladins], assemble rainbow Simba. Fuck Space Voldemort’s vulnerability”
Translated roughly; “hey guys, after breakfast lets form Voltron and hit Zarkon where it hurts!”

They never do completely stop calling Voltron Rainbow Simba. Like you think it dies down, then suddenly it’s back, like it never left.
Also “yeah man! Fuck space Voldemort’s vulnerability!”)

It’s one of Keith’s favorite things he’s ever done

anonymous asked:

Hi there! You're so talented with your songs and it seems like you have a lot of inspiration to spare. If you ever needed/wanted a prompt during this silly hiatus, how about a bughead Southside serpent!au ? One of them is a serpent, one isn't. Could be pretty interesting to write!

Oooohhhhh, good one! Let’s make Betty a bad girl!
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She shifted uncomfortably in the heavy leather jacket that was draped over her shoulders, her unruly blonde hair flying every which way, she hated this part, the waiting, the suspense.

Betty Cooper was hardly ever asked to participate in Drug deals, although she was a serpent they all knew better than to put her in those situations, unfortunately for her F.P had practically begged her, they needed leverage and everyone trusted the tiny little blonde with the sea green eyes.

Truth be told, Betty would do anything for their fearless leader, he had taken in her in when she turned fifteen, set her up in her very own trailer, she had responsibilities of course, take care of the children, make sure everyone was fed and if it came down to it, she had to be ready to fight. She was eighteen now and she loved each and every one of the serpents, especially F.P.

She could still remember the day she ran into the older man, school backpack on her shoulder and tears running down her cheeks, she hadn’t even realized she had ended up in the trailer park until he led her into his kitchen, slid a half empty bud light towards her and let her tell him everything.

Her parents wanted to send her away to the nuthouse, they thought she was crazy. She had been so caught up in school work and her infatuation with Archie she had become spacey and distant, that was enough for her parents and they were ready to ship her off. She found her bags packed by her door when she came home from school one day and her parents sitting on the couch, she turned right around and never looked back, she filed for emancipation and has lived in the trailers ever since.

She never got the chance to tell her friends, Joaquin told her it was better to just leave it, like ripping off a bandaid, they would be sad but they would move on. Joaquin was her best friend, he kept all of her secrets and she had been there for him when he cried on her shoulder after his breakup with Kevin, claiming it was too dangerous to be involved with a serpent and he wanted Kevin safe.

That brought her back to today, the long haired boy brushed a hand over her shoulder, an unspoken rule they had. When one or the other looked nervous they would brush each other’s shoulders, unspoken moral support.

“You’re short.” F.P barked, dropping the bag with the money and moving dangerously close. The man on the other side seemed surprisingly unphased by the gang, he had his own group of people and they were all smiling wickedly.

“Oh are we? Perhaps we can offer you something else? I heard you’ve been missing your son. What’s the boys name “Jughead” ? We can deliver him to you.“

Betty stiffened and moved to stand beside her leader.

No. No one was going to hurt Jughead. No matter what’s

F.P had the balding man by the collar and was pushing him so hard Into the wall Betty feared for the bricks.

"You keep my sons name out of your mouth, you fat bastard or I swear to god money will be the least of your problems.” He growled.

Betty had heard the story of Jughead and his father. at first she had been hesitant to believe the older man, she cared about Jughead more than anything and this was the man who had caused him the most damage, but when F.P broke down one night, downing his entire flask of vodka and crying “he’s my son, I just wanted to make it okay, I love him. Jellybean got sick, I had to pay the hospital bills, there was no other way. I’m in it now, I’m in it for life, he doesn’t get it, this is my family too.” She had felt her heart break for the broken family, it seemed like he had lost something to the Andrews as well, while Betty lost her heart F.P lost his son. Jughead was not living with Archie and his father and when F.P came back to the park especially angry, it was a sure sign he had seen the “extended family” at pops.

The fat bald man put his hands up as the serpents prepared to take on the rest of the group, Betty laced up her combat boots tight, and stepped forward in her denim shorts.

“Woah, woah. Keep it cool. We have the money, we were just making sure it was an even trade.pass it over Bruce.”

Suddenly a heavy duffle bag was thrown into Betty’s arms as “Bruce” eyed her for a little too long causing one of the older men in the serpents named Hause to growl, Hause was everyone’s favorite uncle, he was funny but absolutely terrifying.

Betty counted out the money and nodded toward F.P “it’s all here.”

F.P released the man from the wall and smiled goofily “pleasure doing business with you, well keep in touch.” He threw a lethal glare at the man and hopped onto his motorcycle. Betty followed suit, getting on Joaquin’s, the duffel bad draped over her shoulders.

As soon as they hit the trailer park gates, Betty sensed something was wrong, it was in the air and it made her anxious.

Joaquin grabbed her hand and helped her off the bike, “F.P is wearing the same face as you, do you two know something I don’t” he whispered in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as a shiver shook her spine
Smiling she shrugged “I don’t know there’s just something in the ai….” she was cut off when her eyes connected with the one and only

“Jughead? What are you doing here son? Is everything okay?” Jugheads father approached him but he never took his eyes off Betty. If the world would swallow her up right now she would be eternally grateful.

Shaking himself slightly Jughead turned to his father, his eyes still glancing at Betty, jaw lightly slack

“Yeah, I uhhh. I wanted to talk, I brought dinner, I figured.. I’m sorry what the hell? Betty?” Jughead shoved the bag of food he was holding into his dads arms and made his way over to Betty, she glanced at Joaquin for help but he was slowly backing away with his hands up, this was her fight and he wasn’t going to get involved.

Joaquin knew the feelings Betty harbored for the youngest Jones boy, she had kept them hidden putting all her time into Archie because he was safe and she had thought he was certain, shows how much she knows.

“Jughead” she whispered softly.

“Betty Cooper?” He asked awestruck, she looked so different, gone was the skintight ponytail replaced by long messy honey blonde curls that reached a little above mid back, her normal sickly pale skin was now a golden tan with a few oil stains, she had replaced her pink and blue cardigans for a leather jacket and her bright green eyes didn’t seem so sad. She looked amazing “ it’s been three years? Where have you been? What are you doing Here? You didn’t tell anyone, any of us not even Veronica.”

Betty felt her heart ache at the mention of her once best friend, she nodded at Jughead “okay ill explain everything, let’s head to my trailer okay?”

“Your trailer? You live here?” Jughead asked, his eyes wide as she led him away, throwing F.P a reassuring nod. He put ten fingers up and raised a brow, he meant that he would be coming over in ten minutes to make sure everything was okay. She nodded again.

As soon as they reached her trailer she put the key in the lock and let him in. He looked around, it was purely Betty, none of her parents influence, just Betty’s. there were flowers and picture frames, children’s toys scattered about the center and cookies and pies lined her kitchen table, it was warm and candles were everywhere, clothes were piled in a hamper and shoes were neatly lined up by the door. He drew his eyes back to Betty and she was wringing her
Fingers

“I know it’s not much, but it’s home” she shrugged

“It’s great, I mean.. it’s really nice.. Betty. What happened?” He asked gently, turning to face her fully.“

Sighing she nodded towards the center of the room, where a comfortable couch was littered with soft blankets and squishy pillows, he made himself comfortable and instantly felt at home, that was the Betty Cooper affect he supposed.

She took a seat beside him and began, telling him everything about her parents, his father, her jobs, Joaquin. By the time she was finished she was exhausted, crying and thoroughly starving.

"So that’s it, that’s why I ended up here, that’s why I couldn’t tell anyone. It was just easier.” She slid off her leather jacket and headed towards the kitchen table. Bringing back a tray of cookies she sat down and offered him one, although he was still slightly in shock at all he had heard he was never one to to turn down food, as she placed the plate on the little table, he gripped her wrist, his fingers running gently over the little S tattoo in the shape of a snake.

“I understand why you’re here, you did what you had to do, I understand that. I’m happy you found a place to be yourself, I wish I could have been a part of it, I should have seen what they were doing to you, maybe I could have prevented everything, I don’t know, but you’re happy now, I can see that and that’s all that matters, I don’t care that you’re a serpent, this is part of you and I like every part of you, good and bad. Now that I know, you’re not gonna be able to keep me away you know that right?” Jughead said softly moving her hand to his chest, And smiling

Taking a deep breathe Betty sighed happily, dropping her forehead to his

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you Jughead.”

He smiled, his nose brushing hers

“No Bets, you don’t know how much IVE missed you.”

Opening her eyes, she found herself lost in his stormy blue oceans, he was moving closer and she moved her mouth to his, just as their lips were about to meet the door slammed open to reveal F.P. Standing in the doorway his eyes wide

“Dad!” Jughead groaned

“Woah! I’m sorry, it was too quiet, I’ve been waiting outside the door. I’ll go! I’ll go! You kids carry on.” He moved to walk away before popping his head in again “but don’t carry on too much.” He warned with a jokingly stern eyebrow wiggle.

Jughead groaned again, dropping his head to Betty’s shoulder as she erupted in giggles before grabbing his hand

“Come on Romeo, I think you’re dad wants to talk to you.”

les amis as my bad habits

enjolras - hasn’t slept well for five years

grantaire - can’t handle when people compliment me

eponine - never confronts my crushes

combeferre - has a whole façade of seeming like i know what im doing but no

courfeyrac - disorganised as heck

jehan - trusts too fast and reveals stuff too soon

feuilly - self-imposed isolation

joly - acting like i’m fine even when i’m really not

bossuet - constantly embarrassed

musichetta - would rather spend money on cool things than save

bahorel - calling myself an avid reader, rarely finishes books i start

marius - makes weird uncalled-for faces in pictures

No Rain

Written for prompt #14: “I’d love to read a story where either K or P has done something stupid and has to grovel (but not infidelity)…” [submitted by Anonymous]

Written by: @ally147writes

I kinda put my own skew on this, but I hope the prompter (and everyone else!) enjoys it regardless.

As with everything I post, I have grand plans to add onto this and give it more oomph. So you’ll have to pardon the abrupt ending - I could think of literally nothing to add that wouldn’t have meant another 10k words…

Unbeta’d and written over a month, late at night in between uni assessments. I can’t vouch for the quality of this fic, but I had a ton of fun writing it :)

Rated T, mostly just for swears.

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Dear Evan Hansen characters + texts from my friends
  • Evan: I'M LITERALLY FEELING EVERY POSSIBLE EMOTION
  • Zoe: I don't k ow who Evan is
  • Heidi: I leave for half an hour and you're getting tattoos
  • Jared: Even though I don't get money for Cool Leg™
  • Alana: We're too sinful for her
  • Conner: I HATE THIS SCHOOL SOMEONE LIT A SOAP DISPENSER ON FIRE
  • Cynthia: She's offering pictures of her cat in exchange for being added to the chat again
  • Larry: We can't forget our sons, we need them for tax benefits

fluoride libertarian: I don’t have money for guns but I think they’re cool *spends money on weed and importing japanese handheld cum games*

Sugar Daddies and Finals...

With finals in the next few weeks my stress level is through the roof. I really have to watch what you say out of stress to your Sugar Daddies because they’ll think you’re too stressed to hang out with them. I’m a nursing student, this shit ain’t easy. I wish Sugar Daddies just understood that if you get me for a few hours or even dinner, that they could just be happy…Four weeks that all I’m asking. 

They get all weird if you can’t spend the AMPLE amount of time with them when THEY want it but LOW AND BEHOLD they can travel for weeks without paying you and think it’s okay…..

UGHHHHHHHHH! 

1) Finding Sugar Daddies that are in your field of study is God sent.

Blink is a doctor, Feline Felix is a dentist… they get it. Tony Louboutin helps people buy planes…. Although he understands he wanted to wait till I was finished, aka you want to find someone else to ease your sexual tensions for money. lol Smooth recoveries right there. 

2) Make sure you have a good vanilla job to cover if you can’t see your SD.

When I first started as a Sugar Baby, I didn’t NEED the money because of my vanilla job (that I left eventually) I just wanted fun money and cool shit that I could never afford on my own. Serving or bartending a good vanilla job. You don’t have to claim cash tips OR you do and slip in the Sugar Baby allowance you get as proof of income. (You’re welcome…goodbye IRS audits). Right now I’m looking to get out of my sports bar and back into a better paying job to pay for stuff myself again.  

3) Your Sugar Daddy’s are temporary but your degree is FOREVER. 

Remember that. Get your shit in gear and get that degree! 

Sometimes I have to put that into perspective myself. If losing an Sugar Daddy income over good grades happens, oh well. My degree will eventually pay me WAY more than a Sugar Daddy can and I can rely on myself than these greedy, flaky sugar daddies one day. 

4) In the meantime…

Send your daddies extra love, sexy pictures whatever to make up for your absence. The good Daddies will understand completely. 

Hope this helps and GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINALS! 

I love you all xoxoxox

-sbmisstaylor