For those who can’t go to the link, the following is what it says:
FYI, none of this is mine. It was posted by Bilton veterinary centre, the same one as in the picture. All credit goes to them but I felt it was important to get word out about some of the breeds of dogs that are riddled with health problems. If you own a pug that’s perfectly healthy that’s cool, but it’s doesn’t change the fact that an alarming number of short nosed (almost no nosed at this point) dogs have extreme difficulty with tasks like breathing and blinking.
"So I am going to have a rant now and I apologise in advance if this upsets anyone, but here goes.
Last week, I managed to reduce a lovely family to floods of tears. They had brought their new dog in to come and see me. There was a young lady, her husband and their two children of about 8 or 9 years old and they were all already absolutely besotted with their new pet - their first dog, and they had been planning it for several years.
The dog was a 5-month-old French Bulldog that they had picked up from a breeder about 4 weeks previously. They were concerned that their new dog may have “a chill” as the dog had sore runny eyes, difficulty in eating and kept making a choking sound. They had also noticed the dog had a “funny smell” about him.
As I examined the dog it became quickly apparent what was occurring and my heart sank.
This dog was yet another increasingly popular “short-nosed” breed that was suffering horribly from a myriad of problems - all related to its poor breeding and its unfortunate anatomy.
After the examination, I found that this dog had:
- Eyeballs too big for its eye sockets. So much so, that when he blinked, the eyelids didn’t fully cover the eyeballs. (Imagine going out on a windy day and not being able to blink!) This had resulted in deep painful ulcers forming on both eyes that in the short term would require intensive treatment and could feasibly result in the rupture of one or both eyeballs.
- The bones forming the front of his face (the maxilla) were so squashed by virtue of this style of this breed (called the brachycephalics), that the soft-tissue structures of the throat are compressed and forced backwards - obstructing his larynx. Amongst other things, his soft palate was so elongated (relative to his skull) that it kept getting trapped over his wind-pipe.
-His nostrils were completely occluded, so absolutely no airflow was possible through his nose. All of his breathing had to take place through his open mouth. This meant that whilst he was eating/sleeping he was going through bouts of asphyxiation and so would have to spit the food out or wake up and open his mouth - purely so he would be able to breathe. This explained the “choking” sound that there were hearing all the time. He could just manage to breathe with his mouth open, but this then exacerbated the problems with his soft palate.
- The skin fold over the top of the nose (caused by the squashed face involuting the skin) had caused a crevice of around 2-3 cms deep, where the skin was rubbing against its self. In this area, the skin was ulcerated and was full of liquid pus. It was this that the owners were smelling. This was incredibly painful for the animal and he cried every time I tried to clean it.
-The skin around his feet, ears, armpits and groin was red raw and inflamed. He clearly was very itchy and had been licking at these areas repeatedly - which had, in turn, made them more sore and painful. This is very typical of a condition called “atopy” which is very common in many breeds, particularly the Bulldogs (French and English).
So at this point, the shocked owners asked what needed to be done to sort him out.
So I had to explain that he would need:
- Bilateral eyelid shortening surgery that would allow the dog to blink properly and prevent further ulcers from forming. As well as long-term medication to improve the quality of his tears.
- Complex soft tissue surgery of the back of the throat to, (amongst other things) shorten his soft palate to facilitate his breathing.
- He would need both of his nostrils opening up so as to allow adequate air flow to be possible to allow him to breathe/exercise/eat/sleep properly.
-He would need a “face-lift” to remove a large amount of excess skin on the front of his face, to try and open up the fold that was causing so much infection and pain.
-He may need allergy testing, food trials, anti-inflammatories etc to try and manage the atopic skin disease that he has.
*He needs all of this fairly urgently.
*He can’t have all of this done at once and so will require several anaesthetics and complex procedures to be done over a period of time.
*He is only 5 months old.
*He needs all of this doing - just so that he can live a vaguely normal life.
*HE IS SUFFERING.
Also - he is not insured. It transpired that the new owners looked into insurance but the premium was so high for this breed, that they felt they couldn’t afford it. To move forward, he would have to go to a specialist veterinary unit (sadly recently set up to deal with the increasing number of very poorly brachycephalic dogs with extreme conformational issues) and this treatment could cost upwards of £8,000 to correct.
Once I had discussed all this with the owners - they were understandably distraught. They had hoped for a “cute” and “cuddly” family pet that they had seen examples of spread throughout popular media. They had no idea that these problems even existed. Instead, they now have a much-loved dog that is miserable, has a long journey ahead of it and one that they cannot afford to have fixed.
The family left the room in floods of tears, armed with medication that would temporarily alleviate some of the symptoms and try to make the poor little dog more comfortable. From what I have later found out, this dog has gone to a rescue centre to be rehomed. It may have moved away, but its problems most certainly will not have done.
Pugs, Frenchies, English Bulldogs and Shar-Peis are amongst the breeds which are increasingly being abandoned in vast numbers as people cannot cope with their ongoing problems, illnesses and costs. It upsets us all hugely when we see how many of the problems frequently associated with these breeds are now classed as “normal”. I will commonly hear “Oh it is normal for this breed to struggle with A, B or C”. NO IT ISN’T NORMAL!
These trendy flat-faced breeds are some of the most expensive puppies to currently buy. There is serious money for people who sell a litter of these puppies and so the incentive to breed is VERY high. It must be said that there are responsible breeders who are trying to “back-breed” these types of dogs to have longer noses, smaller eyes, more open nostrils etc and try to reduce the incidence of these conditions, and these people should be applauded. However, puppy farms and irresponsible owners are rife, and these “breeders” don’t seem to care a jot about the long-term prognosis and what the future holds for “their” breed.
It is also worth noting that many of these breeds are unable to give birth naturally now too (due to the shape of the puppy’s skulls) and so the mothers often go through multiple caesareans…
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP AND THINK before you buy. Come and talk to US about the breeds that you are interested in - and we shall give you the whole picture.
I am completely exhausted and totally demoralised seeing these type of problems on a daily basis. There are enough horrible illnesses, diseases and potential accidents out there without being destined to be unwell before you are even born.
Whilst people are still buying these dogs, people will still breed them and the problem will never go away.“
Some pieces of audio from a Cullen cutscene that didn’t make it into the game (originally found here). I decided to try and edit together the clips to make it easier to enjoy without having to download the .zip file. (Sorry in advance if the person who did the original rip has already done a post like this. I am not trying to steal anyone’s thunder.) Sadly there isn’t really enough to make for a cohesive conversation, but there are some interesting bits in there.
UPDATE:fontofnothing was the one who originally found and extracted the audio. All of the kudos and credit goes to them for making it possible to share!
This is the best thing I’ve ever seen😂😂😂 CREDS TO REGALITYEDITS ON INSTA!!! I’m sorry for uploading this without permission. This is honestly amazing and all credits goes to them!! Go check them out on insta they deserve all the love!!
So I’m sure that a fair number of people have seen the above post (sorry I don’t know who the op is but credit goes to them. I got his off of pinterest orz), and it got me thinking and overanalyzing, right? And so I keep asking “Where in the hell were the Gems getting the money to pay for the house before Greg became a millionaire?” And so then I start remembering stuff and so here’s my theory, and it gets more profound than just where the Gems are getting money. The Crystal Gems are the freaking Founding Mothers of America.
So for one, Rose Quartz has a giant penny in her armory. I’m still not entirely sure what to make of it, as when I googled “Giant penny”, most of what came up were pannels of a Batman comic where one was used as…a restraining device? Decoration? I’m not sure? Anyways, that’s most all that came up adisdes form a massive work of art that was one giant penny made up of thousands of smaller pennies. My inital thought is, however, that it was bestowed upon Rose Quartz as an honor. (Unliss she just uses it to roll over enemies in battle, which is actually what came to mind the first time I saw the episode lol.)
But far, far more importantly, we have seen Pearl on coins in the show. Legal tender type coins.
Pretty famous image, if I’m not mistaken. (I also could have sworn up and down that I saw a screenshot one time that had a coin in it that had Opal on it, but maybe it was fake. I can’t find it anymore.)
Now people don’t ge tput on coins unless they heavily influenced American history. (granted I’m hella salty that Andrew Jackson is on our money and Marquis de Llafayette is not, but ya know, whatever.) On top of that, the visage of a gem takes the place of our Illuminati (or whatever it is) pyramid and eye on our own American Dollars in the world of Steven Universe.
Gems were clearly influential somehow. To America specifically, as they see fit to place them on the legal tender.
Now, back moreso onto how the Gems get money, in “Rising Tides, Crashing Skies”, Mayor Dewey freaks out at the word “cover” when talking to Raynaldo, shouting “Cover up? What cover up!? SECURITY!!” I thought this was just a gag at conspiracy humor at first, because it just added to Raynaldo’s whole conspiracy reality and it was funny. But thinking about it now, seems like it’s far from just a gag.
(also sorry the subs are in Spanish, lol. They just happened to be the most convenient videos I found.)
So this bit’s just speculation for the most part, but like, what if the American Government is supplying the Crystal Gems with money because they basically owe it to them. I mean, the spent over two hundred years since the country was founded likely without asking for anything in return, then here they are suddenly needing to build a house and pay light and water bills and groceries and APPARENTLY give their new son a smartphone. And it’s no tlike they can exactly turn down the 6,000+ year old women and the 5,000+ year old girl who was born inside your borders that also happened to liberate your entire nation from its oppressive colonizers from far away. Sounds like something right up the Crystal Gem’s alley imo.
What if what Dewey was trying to cover up was the fact that Beach City’s taxpayer dollars were going to housing a trio of jobless women raising a son that they can’t afford on their own because they don’t even need to eat and therefore don’t even need jobs?
Idk it’s a fun thought. And it explains a lot. If nothing else just spread the word that the Crystal Gems are the Founding Mothers of America ok because this calls for its own musical
Our lovely blue boy 💙I tried something different with my style this time. I went back to the old way that I used to draw noses and I tried a sharper jaw/overly more defined face. It was definitely interesting and a challenge. I was really inspired by @thesearchingastronaut@ashterism@sir-scandalous@blk-l . The way they structure the face and the sharp look from their styles are so cool and (dare I say attractive like have you seen the way they draw jaw lines 🙏🏻) I wanted to see if I would like a more defined look to my art. Also the way @thesearchingastronaut draws Lance’s hair is so beautiful and I just fell in love with it, so I tried it out(but she does it so much better, I didn’t do it justice at all lol) This was fun to draw though, and I might try to implement more defined features into my own artwork, but mostly this was something experimental and fun. If you guys haven’t already, please check out the above artists because they are amazing and fabulous and so skilled with their work and all appropriate credit goes to them 💙
So like why hasn’t anyone written Maria’s side of Say No To This?
Not in the Say Yes To This, mixtape style but like the original album style. Like the same way, same beats and all but different. I don’t know how to explain it and all but eh. So, @feral-tomcat-hamilton helped me with most of this and created a ton of this, so most of the credit goes to them, they are an angel
Of course, the original song belongs to Lin and the production of Hamilton: An American Musical. So, please don’t sue me if you see this.
So it would be like this:
I don’t like to go down to the city.
But when I do, I make sure I look pretty.
Clothed in a red dress, eyes filled with pity.
Toxic summer air, I can smell it.
Alexander hungrily stares, I can tell it.
I hadn’t eaten in a week, I was beat, I was afraid.
I hadn’t been this scared in a relationship, I needed a break.
Longing for freedom, hating this strife.
That’s when I walked into Mr. Hamilton’s life.
I know you are a man of honor. I’m so sorry to bother you at home. But I don’t know where to go
And I came here all alone (I said)
My husband’s doing me wrong. Beating me, cheating me, mistreating me. Suddenly he’s up and gone. I don’t have the means to go on
So he offered me a loan. He offered to walk me home. I said
You’re too kind, Sir
He gave me 30 bucks that he had socked away. I lived a block away.
This one’s mine, Sir
Then he said “well, I should head back home”
I turned red.
I led him to my bed.
Let my legs spread, and said.
Then I pull his mouth onto mine, and he doesn’t say no to this.
He doesn’t say no to this.
He doesn’t know how to say no to this
Oh my god, he’s so helpless, and my kiss makes him say hell yes.
(Woah…) Lord, don’t show him how to say no to this
I don’t want him to say no to this
In my mind I can’t let him go
Go, go, go
Then I pull his mouth is on mine
And he doesn’t say-
Say no to this
No! Go! Say no to this.
No! Go! Say no to this. No! Go!
Say no to this
The fact of the matter I’m not the only one blame here. I wasn’t the only one to have sex there.
A month into this endeavour he recieved a letter from my husband James even better it said:
I hope this letter finds you in good health
And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth
In the pockets of people like me
Down on their luck
You see, that was my wife who you decided to
(Maria saying this furiously at the letter.) Fuck!
Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold
So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled
And hey, you can keep seeing my whore wife
If the price is right
If not I’m telling your wife
I hated the letter, simply it could’ve been better
I tried to keep to my self, but it’s hard to do that when Alex is losing is wealth.
He raced to place
Screamed in my face putting guilt on my part
Forgetting that I even have a heart.
Mad. Angry. Up in my space
I cried “No sir!”
So was the whole story a set-up?
I don’t know about the letter!
Stop crying, goddammit, get up!
I didn’t know any better!
I am ruined!
Please don’t leave me!
I am helpless!
How could I do this?!
Just give him what he wants
And you can have me!
Whatever he wants
If you pay
You can stay!
Lord, show me how to help him with this
He doesn’t know how to say no to this
But the situation’s helpless (Helpless…)
And his body’s screaming, “hell yes”
(Woah…) Lord, don’t show him how to say no to this
Careful What You Wish For // Yoongi Angst // TRIGGER WARNING **
Trigger Warning // This scenario does involve suicide attempt and some harsh language, please do not feel as if you should subject yourself to this topic if you do not want to. If you ever need help dealing with an abusive relationship, bullying, etc, where you feel as if you want to commit suicide, please do not be afraid to message me and we’ll talk it out together, and we’ll get you the help you need lovely. You are beautiful and should never think of suicide as an answer.♥
With that being said, I did a collab with another tumblr user on here. All credit goes to them for the text posts included in this scenario @nochu707 !! They did an absolutely wonderful job at basing this scenario with the heart wrenching angst, and I did ask permission to use the text post. Hopefully you all enjoy what I’ve written, and maybe there will be a part two follow up in the future but who knows because I like cliff hangers. ♥♥♥
You froze in place as you stared down at what you’ve done. You watched a Yoongi’s keyboard malfunctioned and LED lights underneath the keys faded out. Your clumsy nature caused you to spill a bottle of water all over it and you knew that once Yoongi found out, he would be angry. Rap Monster had been a witness to the destruction, surprised he hadn’t caused it himself, but at the same time knowing better not to go near Yoongi’s area of work, and definitely not to bring food or drinks, especially drinks, into the studio in the first place.
“Yoongi will kill me, he’ll be so mad Namjoon—what am I going to do?” you started to panic, moving the get the napkins from the bag you brought, pressing feverishly down on the keyboard hoping it would revive back to life.
“Don’t worry about it Y/n. I’m sure he’ll understand that your intentions were good,” he would shrug it off, still knowing that Suga was going to react with anger, “Just buy him a new one and he should be fine, at least it was you of all people.”
“Okay,” you nodded, still with a distraught look on your face, trying to calculate how much money it would cost and how fast the same version of keyboard could possibly be delivered to you. “I’ll make it up to him, I swear. Just tell him I’m sorry and that I’ll see him later, and to eat.” With that you left the studio in a hurry, you had to get home to finish up a project assignment for class, and to now order a new keyboard for your boyfriend.
It was about an hour later while you were just reading up on your research, when your phone buzzed; knowing it was Yoongi, you read it immediately.
You bit down on your bottom lip, quickly responding in order to try to not escalate the situation more than what it needed to. The only thing you wanted was to help your boyfriend, you wanted him to stay healthy, knowing the long days and nights he was working in the studio; all you wanted was to help.
Holding your breath, you could only hope that he would accept your apology. He couldn’t be that mad at his girlfriend for wanting him to eat.
You couldn’t help but feel the sharp pinge in your chest at his words.You annoyed him? He knew that you were sensitive and you tried to reason with him. Yoongi was your sweet boyfriend, he was just saying this because he was angry, that’s all, right?
Sometimes he needed to be reminded where to stop before he crossed the line, so you responded one again.
You stared at your phone, watching as the bubbles popped up while he was typing. The anxiety creeping in your chest was almost unbearable, hoping that he would understand how sorry you were.
His next message appeared.
Now he was really hitting below the belt. No feelings of anger surfaced for you, just guilt and sadness. He knew that you had a hard time with your confidence and often times would fall into a state of depression. This was mainly because a lot of his fans would deteriorate your character and looks on social media. Constantly berating you with insults and telling you just how much you didn’t deserve Yoongi, that you were an ugly, gold digging lowlife that should just disappear.
You responded, wishing that he would stop already. You didn’t want to make this anything more than what it already has become.
You couldn’t really get much out of you, already on the brink of tears. You begged him before he started to respond once again.
By this point, he didn’t realize that tears were streaming down your face. Yoongi was throwing all your insecurities right back in your face as if you wanted to be this way. You couldn’t help the fact that you didn’t feel worth his time sometimes, and you felt bad every time you asked for his help. There was no way that you thought it was bothersome because he always led on that he would build you up no matter what.
After your last response, you hoped that this would be the end of the discussion. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to get a new keyboard from you, so it was completely unnecessary and rather painful that he was lashing out at you without any type of remorse.
The next messages to appear shattered you into pieces.
I just wish you would disappear.
His words absolutely destroyed you, turning you into a bawling mess as you sat on the edge of your bed. Water stains hit your paperwork as you reread his last few messages over and over again, feeling the undeniable pain in your chest. He broke you. Of all the people in the world, him telling you to disappear was the final straw.
You couldn’t help but feel like you were a burden, on him and everyone else that constantly reminded you of this through messages and comments, no matter how hard you tried to escape. But hearing it from Yoongi, your sugar bear, was proof enough that it was all true.
Barely being able to see through your tear blurred vision, you typed your final response, apologizing and finally deciding to give him what he wanted. For you to disappear.
With that being said, you turned off your phone, letting it fall down to your feet. The only thing going through your head was that he didn’t want you anymore. He couldn’t stand dealing with you and all the emotional baggage he claimed that you brought to this relationship. If he thought that you were irritating and should just disappear then what’s stopping you?
With tear stained cheeks, red eyes, blurred vision, and a broken demeanor, you got the strength to get up and go to the bathroom, searching for the strongest pills you could find.
You wouldn’t be problem anymore, you would just disappear.
Having already closed the texts after he let out his frustrations on you, Yoongi didn’t see your very last text to him just yet.
“I can’t believe she would even come in here. She knew that I wasn’t here. God Y/n knew that I was taking a nap and didn’t need her help,” Suga would be non-stop ranting to Namjoon, oblivious of your texts and your actions, “She’s so damn annoying, how am I supposed to get my work done now?!”
“You should relax man, when she came in here earlier, she really was just checking up on you,” he shrugged it off, handing Suga a notebook and pen, “besides, you know how clumsy I can get myself, show her some mercy. Use this anger in the positive way man and just write down your lyrics the old fashioned way while she gets you a new keyboard. Lashing out on her isn’t the way to go and you know it.”
He did know that, and he felt bad. Even though you frustrated him sometimes, he knew that your intentions were good and lashing out on your character was indeed going too far. He was ready to finally apologize and hash it out, given his maknae’s wise words. Lifting his phone, he was planning to text you to treat you to dinner tonight, but what he didn’t expect was to open your texts, seeing that you took him serious in his fit of rage.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Yoongi would begin to rapidly type on his phone, panic beginning to settle in his chest.
It had finally started sinking in what he’s done. He would slowly stand, phone in hand, waiting impatiently for you to respond.
“What’s going on?” Namjoon would speak up.
“C’mon Y/n,” Yoongi would mumble under his breath, eyes glued to his phone screen, searching for any type of sign that you were getting his texts, “please, oh my god.”
His fingers would rapidly keep typing, needing to know that you were okay.
He waited another moment, re-reading his previous texts and seeing how cruel he was to you, it brought tears to his eyes, standing up and holding onto his phone tightly. Yoongi would then dial your number, listening to the endless rings before your voicemail came through. He tried again and again, each ring sending him into a further panic.
“Joon, call 911, now, send it to Y/n’s apartment,” his words would practically slur because of him speaking so fast, but Joon would immediately do what he was told, “Fuck Y/n, pick up your damn phone!” He was shaking, he could barely even text you with his hands trembling the way they were in absolute fear of what you could’ve done to yourself because of his carelessness.
He would try calling you again and again, anger and stress overwhelming him.
“They’re on their way over there now,” Namjoon tore him away from his distressed state for a moment, “do you need me to co—,” he was cut off once his hyung quickly dispersed from the studio, leaving everything behind except for his keys, phone in hand, quickly sending you another few texts just before getting in the car and heading toward your apartment himself, needing to know that you were okay.
On his way there, it would be his fifteenth time calling your phone to no avail. Somehow he managed to get there before the ambulance did. Yoongi burst into your apartment, screaming out for you. In his panic, he would search everywhere, seeing that your room was left empty, with trails of you all around it. It wasn’t until he searched most of the apartment that he realized the only place left to look was the bathroom which was closed.
Upon turning the knob, he would find that it’s locked.
“Y/n?! Y/n, baby, open the door,” he would speak to you through the door, and upon receiving no answer, he would start to bang on the wooden surface standing between the both of you. “Open the door! Y/N! Babygirl please I’m sorry, please, open the door, oh god—,” his voice would begin to crack, the worst possible scenarios crossing his mind. Feeling the rush of adrenaline pulse through him at the thought of your limp body, he would kick the door in, finding his absolute nightmare come true.
He fell down onto his knees, instantly cradling your unconscious body, crying above you as he held on tight to you.
“No, no, please, wake up, please, y/n,” he would whimper, not paying attention to the EMTs rushing into the apartment, “baby no, y/n wake up! Please? Please, wake up for me. I’m so so sorry.” Yoongi would then be forcefully dragged away from you, his face red and being stained with tears as he watched them check over your limp body, not knowing if he would ever get you back, not knowing if he could ever apologize and hold you again in his arms, and kiss you, and tell you how much you meant to him.
He didn’t mean it when he said to disappear, and now seeing that he broke you to the point where you would actually want to leave him like this, broke him too.
Everyone was still attempting to recover from what happened. It happened out of the blue (like his color! hah *cries*) as far as everyone was concerned Lance has no reason to do it. None at all.
Shiro was the first one to receive the tapes. He was on his way to his room after a long day of training. He nearly tripped on the box as he entered the room. He hesitantly picked the box up and entered his room. He slightly laughed when he opened the box and saw..tapes? Where did these come from? He hasn’t seen a tape in years.
Shiro carefully picked up the tape that said 1A on it, written in blue handwriting. Shiro glanced around his room, looking for something to play the tapes on when he noticed the tape player in the box.
Shiro pulled it out and decided he would listen to one then clean up and go to dinner.
He soon realized that he would not stick to that plan.
Shiro placed the headphones on his head and pressed play on the first tape. He was greeted with static then Lances voice crackling through the headphones ‘
Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…’
Shiro’s eyes widened at what he heard. He was paralyzed, and listened to the rules that Lance put in place.
How would he e- Shiro’s thoughts were cut off by Lance saying “First and foremost, our mighty and heroic leader, Shiro.”
Shiro knew he had to listen.
Shiro sat on his bed shaking. He felt sick to his stomach. He couldn’t move from his spot on the bed. He knew that he could be hard on Lance, he just didn’t consider the negative effect on the poor boy.
He had listened to all the tapes. Everyone one of them. He now knew why. Shiro shakily took the head phones off and put everything back in the box.
He fought back tear and barely register when Keith called him for dinner. As he walked out of the room he placed the box back in front of his door. He was grateful when he found the box gone when he returned.
Keith was the next one to receive the box. He found it on his bed when he was walking back from the pool. Swimming was the only thing he could do to feel close Lance.
He noticed the box but decided to open it after his shower.
One he was all cleaned up he put the box on his desk and opened it. He carefully examined all the tapes one by one. Keith picked up the headphones and pressed play on the first one. He was also greeted with static and Lances voice breaking through “ Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…”
Keith nearly through the headphones across the room but he listened to the rules instead.
He wasn’t sure what emotion was stronger during Shiros tape. Empathy or anger. So Shiro killed Lance, he wanted to make Shiro pay until he switched the tape and heard what he didn’t want to hear.
“Can you guess our number two?? Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me this time. *laughs* First time being number two, our excellent number one paladin, Keith!”
Keith was frozen I killed Lance too?
Keith was crying by the time Hunk’s tape was over. He was crying for his lost friends and a relationship that would never happen. He never intended to hurt Lance, yet he did. Keith put the tapes away, placed the box on his bed and sat inside Lance’s room trying to feel any part of Lance. Slightly relived when he found the box gone the next day.
Pidge was next on the list, she found the box when she walked into Green’s hanger.
“What’s this?” Pidge received a growl in response, like Green was upset with her. “Why are you mad?”
Pidge sat down in front of Green and opened the box. She dumped out the tapes and sorted them by order. She knew immediately that they were Lance’s, she was there when he bought them at the space mall a few months back. She also picked on him for that and called him stupid, but hey she was tired that day and wanted to go play her new game, not wait for Lance buy tapes.
Pidge put in the first tape and listened to Lances voice break through and the rules he put in place.
She could already tell where this was going ‘fuck’
Pidge started at nothing as she let the headphones fall into her lap. She knew that this was her fault as much as the others but she hurt Lance where it really did hurt. Family. Lance was a family person and just wanted to feel some connection to Earth. She couldn’t be bothered to help him with it, even though he only wanted to help her.
Pidge unconsciously put the tapes back in the box and sat inside Green while she cried for a brother she lost.
Hunk received the tapes in the kitchen. He pulled the tapes out and decided he would listen to them as he cooked, he wouldn’t get far.
Hunk had all of the supplies out on the counter, he had the first tape ready. However as soon as he pressed play, he broke down in a wet sob. It was Lance, It was his voice. After listening to the rules, Hunk didn’t want to hear what Lance had to say.
Hunk was on the floor crying. He knew that something was bothering Lance, but he didn’t think that it was this major. One check in could’ve have saved his best friend but Hunk couldn’t be bothered. Hunk feel asleep curled up on the floor, when he woke the tapes where gone.
Allura was the next person to receive the box. They were placed on the control panel. Allura (thinking that it was music) decided to listen to it when she took a relaxing bath. She had to adjust the headphones multiple times to make sure she was actually hearing Lance.
How did he do this?
Allura decided figure out what this was about.
The water was cold around Allura. She never knew how much she stressed Lance out. She didn’t know how much he struggled with trying to be perfect. She couldn’t even defend herself, everything Lance said was true.
After she dried herself off she put the box back in the control room and walked away.
This was Lance’s tape so the box immediately went to the next person.
Coran the last person to receive the tapes. He found them when he was cleaning the healing pods for the 10th time. He already cleaned the entire castle 4 times but he needed to stay distracted.
Coran wiped his brow and sat down in front of one of the pods. He examined the tapes carefully, and slowly put the headphones on. Coran started crying as soon as Lance’s cheerful voice came through. He missed that boy so much.
Coran wiped his eyes for the 5th time. He knew something was off last time Lance came to him about his problems. He was aware that he over talked Lance, he just never thought about the consequences. Coran put the tapes back and put his face in his hands. He listen to the mice drag the box out of the room, removing the only piece of Lance the team had left.
Thank you so much for this! It’s just past 1am right now and I’m crying.
• when Ice listens to rock/alternative, he will always be seen air drumming
• ice’s room is warm and he really feels comfortable that way! It’s probably because of all the technology that’s in his room
• Norway has burn scars on his body from the witch trials
• when sweden’s sick, he likes to watch game shows like Price Is Right, Jeopardy, etc.
• denmark thinks ballet and ballroom are very pretty. he personally likes the waltz and jive. he is also always impressed when he watches petite allegro!! “Wooooow they’re legs and feet are moving so fast what????”
• I forgot who gave this headcanon, but all the credit goes to them. I like the idea of Finland having a prosthetic arm!
• iceland used to listen to 8-bit dubstep all the time
• Nordics in overwatch:
- Denmark: Junkrat or Roadhog!! he loves their story too; he thinks they’re very fun
- Norway: Zenyatta, Reaper, or d.Va
- Iceland: Reaper, Tracer, or Lucío!
- Sweden: Soldier76, d.Va, or Mercy!
- Finland: of course widowmaker or Ana, but I feel he would also enjoy Hanzo
• sweden gets notifications on when there’s a new minecraft update
• finland and Hungary are usually seen hanging out!!
• Norway can literally just sleep anywhere and everywhere. He’s also a deep sleeper. Sometimes he sleeps with his eyes open. (I forgot who came up with that one too, but credit to you!) He sometimes falls asleep at World Meetings, and when he does, his eyes are open. He hasn’t been caught yet. (The man is old and just tired let him sleep)
• England and America really helped Iceland work on his English during WW2, and if he ever forgets a word, he’ll call either of them. He’s gotten better at American lingo lately!
• sometimes at world meetings there’s “free seating” and that’s only if they have a meeting but nothing to discuss. So, Iceland will usually sit his friends: Hong Kong, Seychelles, Liechtenstein, and Taiwan. (Maybe South Korea, Seborga, or New Zealand will sit with them too?) ((basically it’s the physically younger aged nations altogether (maybe not the younger ones like sealand and Wy?) and they talk the whole time))
•with the countries mentioned above, Iceland’s in a group chat with them, and it’s always blowing up his phone
• the Nordics have reenacted the Friends intro
• order of who wakes up first and at what time:
1. Sweden (5:00 am)
2. Denmark (between 5:00- 5:45 am)
3. Finland (7:30 am. sharp.)
4. Norway (11:00 am)
5. Iceland (2:00 pm) (he doesn’t go to bed until almost sunrise) (it’s very bad)
• sweden has kept every single IKEA catalog produced because it reminds him of how far the company has come and it makes him really happy
• at family dinners, finland will talk the whole time, and it’s very interesting to listen to what he has to say! (Even if, canonically, he’s a misunderstood storyteller) everyone will stop eating and listen to him!!
•they’ve all got ghosts in their houses (which…would be very strange if they’ve lived in that house for centuries on top of centuries, right?)
• on separate note, Iceland and Sweden are easily startled by anything
• I love the freckles headcanon for Denmark, but consider that he also has eczema/“chicken skin” on his arms too. It’s little red bumps on the skin that are super annoying (I have them but they’ve gone away over the years)
• finland has a beauty marks on the right side of his collarbone, his left temple, on his left wrist, and a few on his chest
• contrary to popular opinion, Iceland reads a whole lot. Like he really enjoys the reading. His library is too small for all the books he has.
• Iceland and Norway share books frequently. They’ll send each other new books they’ve read and really recommend. It’s a form of bonding, I guess.
• Iceland was shown trap music by America, and although he thinks it gets kind of annoying, he likes a few songs. Those songs are used in memes that America has also shown him (he doesn’t fully understand memes yet either).
• Ice would rather stick with his alternative music
• Denmark gets severe panic attacks. Everyone helps him out in the ways they can, but most of the time it’s Sweden and Norway who can get him to fully calm down.