also known as one of the most flawless people ever to exist in this world

Skies of Water; Ocean of Air

Here’s a little (long) fanfic/wingfic I wrote. Today… I have way too much time on my hands honestly. I swear to god. Either way! Enjoy the minor Shklance! Enjoy the Langst! And mostly! Please enjoy my shitty writing abilities!

Lance knew from a young age that he was different. Even with no one to guide him or explain it to him he knew. Maybe it was extinct. Maybe it was in the way people skirted around him. Or in the way he saw things as a child. He had always been a little different in a way. And not just the physical signs, but in himself as a person as well. The way he saw the world was a lot bigger than how his siblings saw it. He saw more than just the skies and a land to look down upon. He saw the oceans they couldn’t swim in, full of gorgeous fish and beautiful vibrant colors no paint could ever match, the mountains they didn’t bother to climb, seeing the view from a bright side, with the rust colored dust of the earth staining his clawed hands, saw the skitter of wildlife in a forest too thick with trees to move around in, the sight they ignored because they couldn’t grasp a place where the sky was not seen and the wind was silent for the sounds of nature singing. Lance saw the world with a different view.

Not everyone liked that view.

The way their words would sting him, lash out at him like a poisoned whip reminded him of that without them having to out rightly state it. Leaving marks much farther than skin deep on his young mind. Their backs, always turned away from him, shunning him away from where he wanted to be in their family. The way their wings would always taunt him. Show him the life he couldn’t have. The beauty he’d never have. The love he’d never feel. Not even the woman who breathed life into him could love the way he saw the world. The only love he could feel was in the hidden alcoves of the ocean. Small shelters carved through the years by the sea itself.

In a way, Lance connected with the ocean. The ocean was so old, wise, and strong, different from the free, young sky. So liberal and wild in youth. Innocent in its fast winds. Lance was young, weak, but no long naive nor innocent like the sky. He was jaded like the ocean in his eyes and on the horizon. Balancing between two worlds. One which was his own by blood, and another which was his own by outcast and adopted love. The sky rejected him. But the ocean called to him. Blue waves with cutting forces were terrifying, like their voices, like their fists raised in disgusted fury. But the teal lapping waters were also a calm reassurance, isolated. And when Lance’s head would submerge. He would not be afraid. He didn’t have to be afraid of the water over his head. There were no feathers to get wet and weigh him down like dead weights He could open his eyes, and see the fish flying through the new world. The land was just an ocean of air after all. If Lance didn’t have wings to fly, then he could have a sky of water to swim.

The ocean was calling his name. A name they never gave him. A name that was his own.

Lance…

Not a single person could take that away from him.

That made him strong. Many thought wingless would always be weak, they couldn’t fight, couldn’t gain strength with wings they were not gifted with. Couldn’t compete. Couldn’t survive in the world without feathers and blood on their back. But the ocean made him strong. The currents would spar against him, like head strong winds for his arms and legs. Flying underwater. The rocks in the ocean would test him. Sharping the claws of his hands. Teaching him to climb higher and reach for the sky in ways that those he knew would not think of. Would look at with disgust.

Just because he didn’t have wings didn’t mean he didn’t know the world. Lance probably knew more of it than anyone with wings. He felt the sting of wind in his face, the heights of a large mountain he’d conquered through reaching claws and hard effort. But he’d also felt the sting of ocean water on his face. Warm lapping salt water, reaching for him. Like it was calling him to come home to it. Once and for all.

The sky was their home. The shores and the ocean was his home.

Now, however, he was far away from his home.

He wanted to go home.

Lance sighed, looking at the soft pliant skin on his hands from the rafters of the castle. The way their shifted from soft skin, to hard claws without Lance even blinking. It had hurt the first time. But, now it was instinct. All good things had to hurt, right? Bad things hurt too he guessed however.

Long cold nights away from a happy nest. Watching them fly together with bright smiles, as if they were urging him to join them in the happy games. But he could not join them. He never told them. And they never asked anything different. It was assumed.

Lance was assumed to have wings like them.

Assumed to just be shy with his wings.

Assumed to be a loner.

Rather than asked.

It was alright thought, they weren’t far off from assuming that he preferred to be alone. Honestly, he did prefer the quiet nights. But these weren’t quiet nights. Nights in a place with no pool, no water, no sand. These were just lonely nights. Nights away from the one place he could forever call home.

He missed the rock walls, rough against his skin. The way it would vibrate on stormy nights when his family would and lock him out of the house. Protect him from the rampaging clouds and crashing thunder. The way the water would splash up against his ankles. Cold in the storms, but cold in the best ways. The sea foam tickling his tan skin. He missed the slight burn and tingle of salt water on his skin. The way the water would look when the storm would break, the silver moon light and peace the cold waves would bring to him. The ocean was old, yet full of vigor. It could’ve kill Lance without thought when he was smaller, yet it didn’t. The moons pull on the waves of the ocean, sparing his wide eyes full of wonder, and showing him a new world, a home. Letting Lance see the way the sun would rise over the ocean. Glimmering red, yellow, and orange on the waves of a warming blue sea. Glittering and beautiful in a way that no one ever stopped to appreciate. The sea let Lance appreciate its beauty, let him watch night after day and after another night. Let him live to breathe the salt in the sky of dark blue tides. The smell of salt on the breeze. No one liked the ocean. Like no one liked the real Lance.

He missed the ocean.

He still heard it’s call.

Beckoning him home.

A presence to his side jolted Lance out of his thoughts, turning his long and sharp salt stained claws back into smooth flawless skin and fingers as Lance twisted his body. Greeting the new person with a wide smile. The leader of their impromptu flock, Shiro.

Honestly speaking Shiro really was a sight to behold, and even with the hopelessness that accompanied seeing such majestic wings, Lance’s smile was real. Because with Lance’s view of the world. Even in pain and in hiding. He still saw the big world and everything in it as beautiful. Including Shiro with his broad body and even sturdier wings. Darker than the night sky with flecks of white. No midnight blues however. The ocean wasn’t in anyone’s wings. Just his own eyes. Shiro’s eyes were battle hardened, but still kind. And his smile was gentle. Like the nudging of the schools of fish that would nibble at his skin, brush their scales against his fingertips as they dared to get closer to the familiar being. Shiro smiled just like that this time.

“Hey Lance, we missed you preening yesterday, and flying today. Are you feeling alright?” Lance smiled. Assumptions. As-sump-tions. Such a simple word. With so much meaning. So much ability to alter and change a person’s view. Lance never assumed anything. Then again, he also assumed everything. He had a different view of the word.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just relaxing.” Shiro’s wings fluttered, an obvious show of unsettlement or awkwardness. As if Shiro was trying to build up courage to ask the withdrawn flock member something. Lance watched. Even without wings Lance could read the emotions displayed on others. He had to learn how to read people to avoid their worse moods normally. Wings were how people told emotions from other people, being the most obvious sign of body language. Lance could read moods well. Seeing his sister shift from calm, to annoy at just the mere sound of his breath. His father turn from pride to rage at a single speck of his existence. Being the outlet of anger was normal for him. Taught him many things in life, but sometimes even Lance knew that he had to escape and wait. Sometimes Lance would disappear to the ocean for weeks at a time. Only coming home so that he wouldn’t be deemed a ‘flight risk’. Heh. A flightless flight risk. Wasn’t there a joke in that somewhere?

           Maybe that’s why people were so wary and awkward with him before they knew. Most people kept their wings out to show emotion. Most people couldn’t tell emotion without seeing someone’s wings. Lance was probably a husk to them. Emotionless. Like the porcelain mask of a doll. Not showing off your wings meant discomfort, distrust in your surroundings. Lance was probably just one giant enigma to them. A hard shell that didn’t look one second closer to opening up then when they had begun to form a flock in space so long ago.

           At least Lance could make them assume he had wings. Using his claws and climbing skills to reach high places. Climbing wasn’t a well-known or practiced skill after all. Lance hadn’t even known it had a name until he found an old history book from before humans had formed wings. When Lance could’ve been considered normal. So even if they didn’t see his wings, they’d see him lazily resting in the rafters and assume he’d gone up there to stare at the stars and enjoy the silence as he often did. The clearing of Shiro’s thought gathered Lance’s wondering thoughts again. Making Lance look at him with those wide eyes that had Shiro lost.

           To Shiro they were like the deepest galaxy imaginable. Dark blues and light blues, white and black. Swirling. With ferocity and gentleness. Like the ocean Lance always described. Lance’s eyes were like both their homes. Shiro’s home in Lance was the night sky. Lance’s, the reflection of the only home he ever loved.

           “Lance, why don’t you come fly with me? We could go to my nest if you’d like? You probably could use a good preening, I could help if you’d like? Straighten out your feathers while we watch some old movies?” Lance gave Shiro another ambiguous smile. Confusing Shiro greatly as Lance declined gently.

           It was difficult. Leading a flock. But what was harder was knowing that one of the people in his flock that he cared about so much was still distrusting of him. Still hiding the wings Shiro knew would be gorgeous. Still hiding the thing that would tell Shiro exactly what those distant eyes and smiles that tugged at his chest meant.

           Shiro would often find himself wondering what Lance’s wings could be like. Would they be brown like Hunk’s? Dark and powerful? Or would they be so black they were almost blue? Like the starry sky that Shiro saw in his eyes with every passing glance. Were they built for power or speed? Or were they built for neither? Were they an ivory color to give a beautiful contrast to his caramel colored skin? How would they react? Would they express the emotions that Lance never spoke? Childishly expressive. Or were they like Lance’s body, slim, lean, and closed off. Revealing nothing more than what he was willingly to show.

           Shiro didn’t know. And it was killing him slowly.

           Shiro didn’t know how Lance felt and it hurt him. Him and Keith. Him and the flock.

           Lance would always smile, ruffle Pidge’s hair. Give Hunk big hugs and large grins to reassure him. But he’d never show them his wings. His most telling part of himself. Nor would he touch theirs. He would glance at them. Shiro and everyone else could see the glances, the lingering gazes on their wings. They knew that Lance was gifted with people, and very wary of them. He could read their every mood like a book. But no one could tell what was in his eyes. Not even the Alteans could. Not even Coran, who was very obvious in his favoritism towards the blue paladin, could tell what was hidden in those royal blues eyes.

           Hunk had never even noticed until they had pointed it out to him. Shiro asking what Lance’s wings were like. Hunk had been his roommate after all. Sharing a living space for so long and being such close friends. But Hunk hadn’t known a thing. Hunk said that the Garrison hadn’t been very active with their flight training besides piloting, as many were obsessed with flying in their free time. Hunk had just assumed Lance was just one of those people who liked to relax without his wings out. There were few people who didn’t like to stretch out their wings at every chance. Feeling shy of how their wings reacted or moved. And just kept them to themselves. And Shiro accepted that excuse for a while.

           But then the months had dragged on. Bonding sessions. And mind melding. The link between paladins were everything was supposed to be visible, the moment Shiro tried to pry into the Blue paladin’s mind, it changed from pure clarity, to a haze. Only now and again he’d see flashes of the water and sand. Wet skin. And it always scared and fascinated him when he saw the rare sight of the water below its surface. Bright almost teal colors water, beige sand like silk on ‘his’ feet. The schools of fish swimming in front of him. Around him. Sometimes tickling his skin. It scared him because as beautiful as the ocean and water was. It was so quick to kill those of the sky. Leaving that place in Lance’s mind always made him wander if want he was seeing was a memory or a fantasy. Whether the fantasy was the beauty of an ocean he couldn’t touch living apparently on a beach in Cuba with his family. Or if it was a fantasy of wanting to drown in those beautiful waves. The linger taste of salt and the feeling of being washed away onto the shore of reality after these mind drifts left the bad taste of doubt in his mouth. It scared the others too when Shiro convinced them to visit the strange world. The scariest of all their reactions being Allura’s, who was tuned to the emotions of mind melding and said with certainty, that what Lance felt in those moments was a longing. A call for home in the water.

           It terrified Shiro.

           But also confused him when he considered the other’s minds. The clarity of the skies in their minds. From city skylines and buildings, to the red of the desert sunsets, and the night sky of his own mind. Smiling faces of family. And Lance’s was a foggy foundation of cold grasping tides at his ankles. Seemingly lying in wait to grab and snuff out the gorgeous light that Shiro called Lance.

           Shiro just wanted to know Lance. Get to know his moods, the way his eyes would glide over everyone. As if gauging damage, how to help them, how to smile at them and make them feel better. How to fix the castle. How to make Hunk’s anxiety lessen or how to drag Pidge away from her computer gremlin ways. The way Lance almost glided through the air, on his feet not his wings. Shiro could only imagine how graceful Lance would be in his own sky. The sky that they could never find inside his mind.

           There was only one time, when Shiro had felt like they had maybe taken a step closer to Lance as a team. Pulled the Hispanic teenager a little closer to their hearts and to their home. It was when Allura had insisted they learned a thing called climbing. A way to scale into the air, without wings. Allura had said it was for an emergency if their wings were injured, but Shiro had always wondered if it was a way of training that they could finally include Lance in.

           Though, for Lance it was barely training as it was total slaughter. It turned out that Lance was extremely good at climbing. Almost vibrating in visible excitement at the task as soon as Allura described it to everyone’s surprise. Finding nicks and crannies to dig his fingers into to lift him higher. While Keith had climbed the valiant height of ten feet, the highest of all the first four paladins so far. Lance had taken one glance at the wall. And scaled it in mere seconds. A flash of brown hair and then he was there. Sitting at the top. Head tilted up and his body straight, looking completely at peace, unobtainable. A boy in the rafters. A boy too high to reach. Too far away to even touch.

           It was then that Shiro had learned about Lance, and both him and his mate Keith’s budding interest in the mysterious goofy brunette. As Lance sat there at the top. Beating Shiro and Keith in every race they challenged him to on the rock wall. The other flock members giving up after a while of reaching for the inaccessible boy’s hand. Failing to grab the lifeline that tried to grab onto them and teach them by even the full length of their wingspan. Not a feather could touch.

           Lance had been sitting there at the edge. His legs dangling down, the ships lights were soft in the evening glow. Reflecting off Lance’s skin and giving him an almost shuddering and unearthly radiance. Shiro saw the boy in a new light, not the distrustful boy that was closed off. But the strong boy beneath it all. With broad shoulders and strong arms that pulled him closer toward whatever height he reached for. The curve and curl of his muscles and spine. Flexible. Durable. Stunning. It was then that Lance had spoken to them for the first time about himself. Not a joke. Not playful flirting.

           The faraway look in his eyes seemed softer, closer, almost vulnerable, it was the closest Shiro had felt to connecting with Lance’s emotions and knowing them without the crutch of wings. Lance’s full and pink lips recounting times of when he’d apparently climbed the rock structures around the beach of his home. Climbing them for fun and for a peaceful moment. Even Keith, the worst at reading people could hear the longing in Lance’s voice as he talked about the view. Seeing the sky and the ocean almost blending together on the horizon. With the wind in his hair and dust on his hands. He said the view was almost better when you had to work to get it. Keith, who’d be reluctant about the idea of climbing and weirded out by it, suddenly got exactly why Lance seemed to love it.

           Insecurities. Lance was the one with a home back on earth. Lance was the one that was in between, not new enough to shooting and training to make large progress, and not good enough to be seen at the highest levels like Shiro and Keith. He was the blurry and unrecognizable middle.

           Hazy.

           Like fog rolling over the ocean in the early morning when the sky was warming and the water was still cold.

           Climbing was something Lance was secure in. Familiar with. It was something that Lance could connect to his home with. Watching Lance close his eyes, almost looking like he was relishing the texture of rough and cool rock beneath his hands. Lance had admitted the other thing missing was the dust and taste of salt in the air.

           Salt.

           Like the taste of his deadly fantasy.

           Lance watched as Shiro pulled away slowly and reluctantly from his own thoughts. Spreading those raven black wings and flying away from the tan boy. The boy with the stars in his eyes and Shiro’s heart in his mercy. They had to get going to the planet’s surface soon, and Shiro knew that Lance wasn’t going to fly down to go to the team in view of his eyes. So he glided away, only glancing back once he was on the ground at the end of the hall. Seeing Lance still sitting there. A far away look and one leg dangling teasingly from the edge. So close. Yet so far.

           Unattainable.

           After a half an hour of rounding up rowdy flock members Shiro was able to explain the details of the planet and the mission they had to carry out. Shiro was both excited for the mission and anxious. It was actually a secret vacation day for the flock, to fly and relax on a planet was oxygen. But, there was one thing.

           It was an ocean planet.

           Beaches as far as they eye could see.

           With rowdy kids that couldn’t swim, and one that seemed to dream of going under the waves.

           Yeah, Shiro was a nervous wreck to say the least. But after seeing Lance’s excitement at hearing the words beach and sand. Shiro relaxed. Watching closely as Lance used wild hand gestures to describe how many things they could do on the beach. He even promised to show Pidge how to skip a rock past two skips. Demonstrating flicking wrist motions with vigor and a large grin on his face. And after about three hours on the beach, Shiro was fully confident and relaxed that everything would be fine.

           Except, that was exactly when shit hit the fan.

           Lance was sitting high up on one of the rocky cliffs, admiring the view and keeping an eye on Pidge and Hunk, who were both splashing and carefully flying over the ebb and flows of the planet’s deep blue marine. Of course, that mean he was the first one to see and react to Pidge losing control and falling into the water. Unable to fly away in time to stop herself from being grabbed and dragged under.

           It was like he was on autopilot and Hunk screamed Pidge’s name and Lance dove into the water. Ignoring Hunk’s scream of protest. The fear of losing two teammates, two best friends at once. But Lance wasn’t going to listen this time. Not when he could help Pidge. The girl he’d come to see as a little sister. A younger sibling.

           Someone he had to protect.

           The water was different here, but in many ways. It was exactly the same. The push and pull of the tide. Tugging his body in every which way. Yet still guiding him. Towards the sinking girl just barely in his reach. Her eyes were closed and she was limb, but Lance wasn’t afraid yet. The waves were helping him, giving him that final pull down to grab her, before the push came, dragging Lance and his friend towards the shore and the surface. Lance mourned the sight. He wanted to relish in the sight, the sounds, the feeling of being weightless. But this ocean was not his home. This ocean was trying to push him away, telling him this wasn’t home. But an outreach of it.

           Voices. The voice calling him home was never so urgent and loud in his mind than in that moment. But it wasn’t calling him into the depths. It was calling him out of these depths. Urging him to go towards the ocean of air. To give his friend the oxygen she needed. Life Lance craved for her to keep. Lance’s muscles didn’t strain in the water. Even with the added weight of his sodden friend. He broke the surface easily. Relieved as he shoved Pidge’s head above the water and heard her gasp and cough. It was wet sounding and sent shivers down his spine when he heard how close he’d been to failing her. But it was also a freeing sound. A sound that she was alive, as he held her close with one arm and used the other claw his way up the shore where the flock was gathered. Wing fluttering worriedly with various degrees of fear and relief on their faces. Lance’s claws elongated to dig into the solid earth beneath the loose sand to hoist Pidge up and shove her onto the dry said into their waiting arms as Lance’s head dropped. His arms spread in front of him in almost a push up position as he greedily gulped in air to replenish the energy he lost in carrying Pidge to shore. He didn’t notice them staring at the long black marble looking claws until it was too late. He was already in a sunk ship as they stared. Watching in horrific awe as Lance detached from the earth. Claws slipping easily through the sand with the lost tension and fluidly retracting and forming back into long fingers with soft tan skin as Lance sat up. His long limbs folding into his lap with one movement. Hands tucked into his sides protectively.

           He’d gotten them broken for his adaptation before. Hard rubber work boots, stomping and cruelly twisting into the flesh of his hands. Breaking bones and skin. He couldn’t even hold a skipping stone right for months after that. The pain being renewed and rebroken every time anyone in his family saw an inkling of tiny black kitten claws piercing his skin.

           What would they think over him now? Long, sharp, dangerous and war tore claws?

           Did he look like a monster now?

           Lance looked up nervously to them, still sitting on his knees as they stared. Until Coran kneeled in front of him. Holding out his hand for Lance to presumably place his own hand within as Coran smiled reassuringly.

           “Thank you for helping Pidge, can I see that your hands aren’t torn up from the currents?” Lance frowned for a fraction of a second. Body curling instinctively to protect his hands. But Coran didn’t back down. He cared for Lance. Very much. Lance reminded him of his own son, but also not. Lance was witty and funny, but even Coran could see that something was not clicking with the paladin. There was always something just a little, off. The way Lance would move, the way he’d act. Keeping everything he didn’t initiate at arm’s length. Avoiding bonding sessions or showing everyone his mind and his body. Coran felt the need to shield Lance from the harsh reality of the world that Lance had already suffered. And with this new development surfacing, Coran was not going to back down on his small bit of progress. It wasn’t the lad’s wings, but it obviously was a sensitive piece of him. A private and more personal side of him. The instincts and tools of a predator. But also not dangerous at all, as Pidge had been held by these same weapons, and had not been scratched in the slightest. Eventually Lance caved in, hand shaking as he gave Coran one of his hands. His arm trembling fiercely as he did so, the stares of the others and Coran’s touch seeming to make his anxiety worse as his arm tried to tug itself away as Coran was able to get a small grip. But Coran didn’t let him. Studying the smooth skin, and watching as it formed into the claws they’d just seen. They were blackish grey, like the rocks on the sand. With white scratches on their hard surface. Probably from the rocks. Coran gently traced the scratches. Lance didn’t flinch, rather, he stared at Coran curiously, relaxing as no threatening move was made against his hands. Even handing Coran his other hand with no resistance. Letting it shift immediately as soon as Coran’s skin touched his hand.

           Lance had never looked so calm then in that moment. Even Pidge who’d begun to breathe properly ventured closer, not even the least bit afraid as she practically sat on Lance and grabbed his hands. Studying them for herself. Pressing her fingers against the sharp edges with the pads of her fingers. Marveling that even when they looked like they could slice her skin easily they didn’t even leave a mark. Lance answered the silent question.

           “They’re for digging into rock. They won’t hurt you unless you apply force to it.” Pidge slid her finger against the claw, her skin curved around the smooth yet hard nails. But didn’t get cut.

           “When did you get these?” Lance shrugged.

           “I’ve had them for as long as I can remember. They make climbing and swimming easier.” Shiro injected himself into the conversation.

           “You can swim? How do you not drown?” Images of the ocean bubble back to the front of Shiro’s mind. Not a fantasy. A memory. Lance can swim. That’s amazing. It’s practically unheard of. Lance looked down sheepishly.

           “I just do I guess. I lived on the beach my whole life. I knew how to swim before I knew how to climb or say my alphabet honestly.” Shiro’s eyes were locked on Lance’s wet form, his brown hair was curling with the water in it and sticking to his face. Lance looked up at him and their eyes met. Shiro hadn’t seen a look like that on Lance ever. He looked so at home, kneeling in the sand and the water. Pidge hanging onto him like a lifeline as he held her up on his lap, hesitantly letting Pidge wrap her wings around him. He looked a little uncomfortable, but not about to deny the girl who still probably shaken up for her near-death experience. They all filed back into the castle shortly after that. Allura smiling as she immediately demanded they learn to swim from Lance. Everyone smiling at the joy apparent on Lance’s face when he saw the salt water pool. It was no beach, but it was something at least. And Shiro was happy to say that he seemed to be getting better at reading Lance. Not quite good. But no longer completely clueless. Just. In the middle.

           Though Shiro had to admit, it was nice to see Lance so happy and in his element, the swim shirts and shorts they had to wear were suffocation. The males in the group even stripped off the swimming shirt, just deciding to preen out the water after every lesson. Though, Lance seemed happy enough to wear the suffocating material. Shiro guessed it was how he grew up. Parent’s doting over his wings, placing a shirt on him to make sure the currents and salt didn’t rip away or ruin his feathers.

           Shiro wondered why he’d never heard of people swimming if that’s what Lance had grown up with on the coast. He’d visited the east coast after all. The closet he’d seen to swimming was boating. And that was a completely waterless sport if you were talking about getting yourself soaked in water and not machinery meant to withstand it.

           Lance was proving himself to be a man of many very odd talents and surprises. And it wasn’t a surprise to Shiro that it only intrigued him and made both him and Keith want the Cuban boy more than before. Longing to hold onto that tan skin, feel it underneath their hands, their lips. Feel soft hair and soft feathers. Even Lance’s odd shifting claws were perfect. Scratched up with ‘scars’, but so beautiful in their own way. Having a destructive power, yet grace to not breach skin and blood unless intentioned that way.

           Either way, Lance was happy with the outcome of the days. Shiro and Keith were ecstatic too as Lance began to grow closer. Hiding away less. Letting himself occasionally be held by them, letting them wrap their wings around him like a tight cocoon. Lance finally joining the cuddle sessions. Even without showing his own wings. It was progress. Progress like reading Lance’s moods. It made the two so happy. Lance was happy too.

           His truth was safe. Hidden.

           Until later on, it wasn’t.

           Shiro also wondered why he didn’t see it coming when the truth did come out.

           Lance flopped to the ground, back smacking on the metal loudly. Making Keith wince and panic. Back shots were forbidden in training as they often caused wing injuries. Hell, no one could ever sleep or rest on their backs without being uncomfortable. Keith was immediately kneeling on the ground, pulling Lance up and reaching for his back to check before Lance jerked away from him. Keith immediately backing down even when Shiro’s and probably Keith’s instincts too, were screaming at him to put his hand on Lance’s back and check the health of his wings. But Shiro hesitated. Lance hadn’t even shown them a feather. Touching them was probably a very off limits thing to do. Lance proved that right as he ducked into his room, promising Coran to check his wings, before coming out ten minutes later, smiling and saying it was just a little sore. Though they wanted to look and check for themselves, Coran simply told Lance to take it easy for the rest of the day. Lance had smiled at them and nodded. Going with what they said easily.

           If only Shiro had insisted on seeing Lance’s wings that day. Maybe he wouldn’t have been this way. Maybe Shiro wouldn’t have sent him on this mission. Either way, even possible different solution or way didn’t end with Shiro pacing in front of a healing pod that contained Lance after a mission gone wrong. Lance needing it after trapped in a crevice deep in the planet’s earth. The crevice was large enough for Pidge to fly in, but not Hunk or Shiro. But Lance wasn’t flying out. Keith and Pidge had to go down to get him. Finding Lance bloody and unconscious on the ground, but thankfully still breathing.

           Though nothing was more shocking then when Keith finally said fuck it to Lance’s privacy after dragging the injured boy out of the earth and lifted his shirt to make sure there was no damage. And there were some bruises, some gashes, not surprising to see after such a fall. The real surprise, is what they didn’t see.

           Wings.

           Lance’s back was muscular, but smooth, there was no protruding muscles or slit where his wings could tuck themselves in for protection. There was nothing to indicate Lance was even supposed to have wings on his back. It was bare. But oh god were there scars.

           Lash marks lined Lance’s back like tally marks on an elementary school chalk bored. Long slashes of thick scar tissue on Lance’s back that went in every direction. Shiro knew exactly what caused marks like that. Belts. Whips. He’d felt their sting before. It was a normal sight on him. He’d grown used to the sight of scars on himself.

           But god if the sight of scars on Lance didn’t make him sick with anger. How dare anyone put someone like Lance. Someone so self-sacrificing and pure through pain like that? How dare anyone touch the one he and his mate were hoping to claim. How. Dare. They. Even Keith had bristled at the sight. Wings stiffening and puffing up in a threatening pose to make everyone aware of his anger. Shiro’s own wings had a similar response. While Pidge cowered. Pressing her wings against her back to make herself smaller as she pressed herself into Allura’s side. As if she were hoping to disappear into the princess. Hunk looked like he wanted to throw up.

           Lance was a wingless.

           An abused, and mistreated boy.

           He swam and climbed, and did all of these amazing things, because he had no escape besides hiding into the waves of the ocean or the rocks of the shore. Having claws and ways to survive in a world that rejected him. Treated him as if he were a plague.

           Lance had been afraid of them.

           Afraid to tell them.

           Because he was hurt so badly before that he didn’t see any mercy. Probably didn’t think he was worthy of mercy. Only knowing hands raised to hurt him. Voice raised to yell. Shunned from affection. Preening sessions. Home. The beach was his home. The fantasy of being called home.

           The ocean called for him like the sky called for them.

           Shiro could understand it now, why Lance didn’t trust them. Why he was in pain.

           But that was over now.

           Royal blue eyes, dark and light as the ocean. With kindess and gentle waves, as well as storm and raging waters opened to them as the tan boy felt out of the pod and into their arms. Hands pressing flat against his back in a silent telling that they knew. Yet still held him close. And Lance closed his eyes. Letting himself be held by the two males. Held in their wings. Lance opened in his eyes, and in his mind he say the ocean. The pull of the tides pulling at his mind. Calling him home. And he closed his eyes with a smile. Holding on tighter.

           One day, he’d be a part of the ocean. One day, he’d get to go home. But today wasn’t the day for Lance to go marching home. Not yet. His sky of water had to wait for him, there was still the ocean of air for him to learn.

           He didn’t think his home minded waiting just a little bit longer.

           He’d be welcomed when the tide came all the same.

           Just, not now.

Shot | JOHNNY

Genre: photographer/model!au | lots of fluff | angst if you really squint

Member: Johnny / Reader

Word Count: 9, 200+

Note: inspired by and dedicated to the one and only @jeou, who motivates me with her own motivation and passion on the daily. also inspired by the work of fanny latour-lambert

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anonymous asked:

Umm.. Im a shy person and was wondering how you talk to others on tumblr.. sorry

((Hey now.  Listen, you don’t ever need to apologize for asking a question - we don’t ask shame here.  Additionally, you bring up a good question because, if I’m being perfectly honest, I still don’t know how social interaction is supposed to work.  It always seems like a luck of the draw if you can click with someone or not.  No clue what decides it, it just kinda happens.  

But really though, I’m shy as heckles around new people too, my bud.  - so I get where you’re coming from. There’s still plenty of people on tumblr (many of which I’ve talked to before and have even directly told me I don’t bother then) that for some reason I’m petrified to start conversation with.   I’m not the best at any of this “talking to others” stuff.   Still, i don’t wanna leave ya hanging so I’ll give what advice I can - just try to not take it as absolutes.  It’s just my own advice.  

1. Be Yourself - I know it sounds cliche but really.  When looking for friends, it’s about quality, not quantity.  And the best way to find the right crowd for you is to just be honest about who you are from the get-go.  Like attracts like and if you try not to worry about trying to please everyone pretending to be flawless then you will be quicker to find truer friends I think.  Plus, being honest about your flaws can make you seem more relatable and approachable to other shy people who might be sitting on the sidelines and just working up the courage to talk to you too!  So yeah, show the world your flaws and your strengths.  Whenever possible, let your personality show.  It will help you stand out from the crowd, help people understand you better, and honestly… I think it’s a good confidence booster in allowing you to accept yourself for who you are.  

2. Ask Questions - Some of the best advice I’ve ever been given about talking to people is that “the best way to be interesting is to be interested.”  Little known secret is that people love to talk about themselves.  So ask them questions!  There are several benefits to this.  Firstly, if you’re shy like me, than it helps take the spotlight off you and let you relax when you shine it on someone else for a bit.  Secondly, you get to learn more about the person you’re talking to which is always fun!  But also keep in mind to avoid too much small talk.  You can only ask a person questions like  “How are you/what are you doing/how was your day” so many times before the conversation reaches that terrifying dead end.  That’s not to say that you shouldn’t ask a person how they are doing but also try to continue with more interesting questions.  Try to ask questions that demand more than a simple one-word answer.  Some of my favorites include questions like “Do you believe in aliens and if so, what do you think they are like? A face-less bony figure slips into the room through an open window and silently makes its way towards your kitchen and crawls inside your fridge, what do you do? The bird uprising has begun, are you with us or against us, mortal?”  Now of course, this kind of crazy questioning isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but it matches my personality and I find myself having the most fun with the kinds of people who like to humor my imagination.  I recommend you do the same and find questions that match your personality and help you find the kinds of people that like to humor your imagination.  -still thinking about quality over quantity, remember that.

3. Patience and Understanding - Remember, every single person you talk to is just another human behind a keyboard.  They all have their own lives, sleep schedules, and interests that exist outside you.  I know as a shy person, that can seem discouraging as you might be like me and worry that you are only going to bother them but listen–  I don’t know if this is true for everyone but even if I am jam packed with school assignments and life stress and living off three hours of sleep, it means the world to me whenever someone cares enough to send me an ask or a message.  Them, you, me, we’re all just people, man.  And we all like to feel included and wanted.  So remember, even if someone doesn’t answer your message right away, that doesn’t mean they don’t like you.  It can also just mean that they are busy, asleep, or don’t know what to say.  This is a social media platform, remember, so people can be in totally different time zones or have life things that pull them away from having the time to just chat on here all the time. My point is, be patient and give people space when trying to interact with them.  Imagine you are trying to befriend an unfamiliar animal.  Ok, ok, I know how that sounds but  l i s ten,, it’s an analogy that works so bear with me.  Heh.  Get it?  Bear??  Because animal??? hehehh ok ok, but really tho.  It can take a long time or no time at all for an unfamiliar animal to like you - they are all individuals with their own individual temperaments and personalities.  Just remember to keep a bit of comfortable distance while you are testing the waters.  Be patient and gentle with them, understand if they are busy or want time to themselves.  Try to get their interest by asking questions and approaching them during different times.  Just like all unfamiliar animals, there are some that will show signs that they don’t want to be interacted with and you have to respect that and leave them be.  But if you play your cards right, find someone that clicks, and remember to treat them with respect and patience,  you might just come out of this with a really good, quality friend.  ~Magpie mun))

What I love about Apink Members ?

Okay so I’ve realized a while back that many pandas have not been liking Apink members equally.. I love seeing Pink Pandas that have their favorite bias but still love the other members, of course not as much but at least not to the point where you’d hate them. I’ve always thought that if you like a group, you should like all members (or at least accept them) because a group comes as one whole, it’s not just one or two members, it’s each and every member that makes up the group, even if they can’t sing or can’t act, or aren’t pretty, they all have their special place in the group. Liking one member and giving them more attention but still liking the others is perfectly fine, but liking ONLY one and hating the others, does not make you seem like a true and loyal panda..:/ think about it, wouldn’t your bias be upset to know that you hate, or dislike one of their fellow members in which they worked hard with to achieve their current place? And I think of a group as one person, So if you love Apink then you love that “one person”. Kind of like when you fall in love with someone, won’t you love everything about them despite their possible flaws? Apink is like that..it’s a whole..For example, if you like all but dislike the leader, it’s like you like that person, but don’t love their brain (or way of thinking, thoughts etc..) One member may stand as the brain of the group, while another may be the heart or the face, the personality, and so on. Apink is like that, it’s one, and we should like it as a whole.

In any case, I decided to make this post to point out and emphasize what I like about each member, dividing my attention equally amongst them in this post.
First:

Park Chorong

Chorong, which is the leader, what keeps Apink strong and on their feet. Chorong is seriously something different..I just love hee nature, I certainly love everything about her, from her harmonizing soft voice, to her adorable face (kyaa! ~ (●♡∀♡) <3) Although she’s the leader and the oldest, she’s simply one of the most adorable things ever, whenever she tries to act mature with that baby face I just wanna hug her! And not to mention, one of the best girl group leaders out there, she never considered herself as a higher level than the rest of the members, she’s constantly putting her members’ priorities before herself, she’s always with them in everything, helping them out and loving them all, and I realized she’s always the first to compliment other members (esp. Namjoo & Hayoung) that don’t get the love they deserve, she compliments them in such a beautiful and delightful manner, she wants all members to shine equally and get love from everyone, she is definitely an awesome and perfect leader for Apink, her existence is very important, I repeat, VERY, important.She never tries to get the lights on her, she’s always praising the others so that they get attention as well (a true and caring leader!!<3) I hope to see more of her acting soon so she can get her spotlight as well. She’s one of the first to cry whenever the members are thankful or happy..it shows how much she must have been through to achieve it all..I’m pretty sure she stresses a lot, it’s not easy being a leader, and not to mention she’s at a young age so it’s bound to be hard for her, yet she still smiles and takes care of the other girls like her own sisters..My heart drops whenever I see her crying..it’s like, “noo chorongie show me that adorable smile :’{ ” Please stay strong and healthy and no matter what others say, you’re the best leader to me, I Love you Park Chorong ❤


Yoon Bomi

Bomi, the life of the party..a party called Apink! cx Bomi’s existence is one of the most important, seriously, I don’t understand when people hate fer for getting lots of variety or attention, guys, she deserves it, that girl is freaking hilarious. To be honest she never fails to make me laugh, just everything she does is simply adorable and entertaining. It’s so refreshing to watch her do aegyo with no shame, not to mention sexy dances and hilariously ridiculous derps xD She’s indeed ‘Sparkling Bomi’. Did I mention her hair? It’s beautiful!! I’m just mesmerized whenever I see her hair long and untied, I’m like “No bomi, you’re beautiful enoug-” and I end up dying. Haha but there’s more to Bomi than just the funny entertainer of apink. Bomi really adores her fellow members, all of them from Chorong to Hayoung, one by one, she loves them all and it’s not that hard to see it! <3 She just gives off this pure nature, and this may or may not seem weird but ..I’m in love with her talking voice..that deep tone is just so comfortable to listen to all day..it feels so comforting (Okay I probably sound like a creep now otl) it gives off the “Don’t worry everything will be fine” feel to it! Forever I will support and love you Yoon Bomi ❤


Jung Eunji 

Wahh Eunji, the main vocal of apink.. she seriously has one of the most powerful voices I’ve heard, very powerful, and her personality is no different, it’s also very powerful and ambitious. I fell in love with Eunji because of her casual, tom boyish like and cool nature..well she isn’t the Busan princess for no reason! She’s not your ordinary kpop female idol, Eunji is freaking cool, I swear there was a time where I fell in love with her for real..like no kidding..she’s indeed captivating. She can look extremely feminine yet still maintain her cool image. Her voice, her walk and just everything she does gives off the cool feel to it and I THINK I"M IN LOVE!!!! Haha.. Eunji is also known for caring for apink members as if she’s their mother..which reminds me of Apink Showtime episode 8, where she got gifts for all members even though she only had to get for one…And the time where Chorong and Jiyoung did a hidden camera prank on the fellow members yet Eunji handled it pretty well and somethings she said during that time really surprised me (in a good way!) Another thing about Eunji is that she never shows her feelings openly to others, especially when it comes to tears, like Bomi said, It’s so hard to make Eunji cry. She seems to maintain her smile to not appear weak when she cries, but the time she cried when she recalled a past event in school seriously made me burst into tears..it’s hard seeing her cry, I hops she’d always smile, I love you Jung Eunji ❤


Son Naeun

Naeun, or Son Yeoshin..Because let’s face it, that girl is a true goddess, and there’s no doubt about that. First of all, I don’t understand why anyone would hate such a sweet and caring girl like Naeun. You have to understand that a group is made up of different people with different personalities, And Naeun just happens to be the silent angel. She’s one of the most beautiful female idols I’ve seen, it’s not just her appearance, something about Naeun and her personality just give off the goddess-like feel and it’s absolutely charming..<3 Regardless of what anyone else says, Naeun’s acting was freaking awesome, no it wasn’t bad like others said, It was awesome! I loved her bubbly and outgoing character in her role, it’s interesting that she can pull off such role even though she’s the quiet type, so that alone makes her a good actress ^~^ Her smile is flawless, her voice compliments her looks and can’t forget her Disney princess hair..I didn’t know the right word to describe Naeun then I saw a post where it said “Naeun Has Disney princess hair” and I was like “Yeah!” That’s the word for it! She’s like a Disney princess..so pretty and flawless, her quiet and calm nature are very captivating and I can’t help but fall in love <3 I love how she’s always so quiet and laughing at the other girls while they’re being absolutely crazy, it’s like she’s just as entertained as we Pandas are! cx I know people say she’s not good at singing, but seriously? I love her voice, and I mean it! She has a nice melody to her voice that really drags me into it..<3
I love Naeun, and no matter what anyone says, she’s a goddess, she’s got the capabilities of being the visual and will always be Apink’s Son Yeoshin, I love you Naeun-ah! ❤


Kim Namjoo

Namjoo…. /breathes in and out/ is it okay to be a bit biased here?? haha xD Namjoo was the first to ever capture my attention in Apink, something about her just drags me more and more into her little world, making me have no choice but to fall in love. Where do I start with Namjoo? She’s perfect..her voice, I feel like it’s filled with emotion and you can immediately tell how she feels through her singing, its’ just simply mesmerizing and I can’t get enough of it..! Bomi described it best when she said Namjoo is a hidden gem..very true, Namjoo is a gem, and a hidden one at that, since not many people notice her charm and capabilities as an idol, and as a person as well. Along with Bomi, she’s hilarious and can ( I warned you) can get a bit too crazy at times and I absolutely love it. And her close friendship with Naeun is adorable and awesome combination that I’d love to see often <3 I love the way Namjoo treats Hayoung, you can sense that older sister feel in the way she says her name or wraps her arm around her shoulder making Hayoung look so safe and adorable! I’m in love with Namjoo in all aspects..be it her appearance, voice, abilities, personality and all! Her bright wide eyes and puffy bottom lids when she smiles are what makes me go through the day! <3 Not to mention her adorable deep dimples.. she’s a  complete cutie and everything about her compliments the other. Her imitations are probably one of her most favored things to show xD I’d love to see her acting soon..I’d really really love to see that, I hope she’d get that time to shine, and if possible I’d wanna see her acting as a main lead along side any apink member cause that’d be freaking awesome. I loved Namjoo’s adorable short hair when she impersonated Lady Gaga on Apink news along with Naeun which pull off a perfect Marilyn Monroe look, it was hilarious! xD I heard that Namjoo secretly cries at night because she knows she’s the least loved apink..when I heard that my heart sank…I can’t imagine my baby joo crying and me not being able to hug and tell her that there are in fact many that love her and notice her hidden charm :’( .. I will forever support namjoo..the adorable shiksin and of course, queen of outrageous facial expressions.. Please always smile and be happy, i will always love you Namjoo ❤


Oh Hayoung

Hayoung, the adorable maknae.. Hayoung is seriously the most innocent, pure hearted girl I’ve ever seen.. I know people say she doesn’t look like the maknae, but she certainly acts like one! And by that, I don’t mean she acts all cute, I mean she’s so gullible and innocent and over all just totally nice making her absolutely adorable..I admit I was late to notice Hayoung’s charms, but once I’ve noticed them, my eyes are basically fixed on her whenever she’s on.. I don’t think anyone, anyone at all could ever hate Hayoung..she’s way too sweet and I just couldn’t help but look at her as an adorable younger sister, even though she is in fact older, but she just gives off that vibe where you just want to take care of her like a little baby, and that’s exactly how her unnies feel, they’re constantly teasing her knowing she’s so gullible but always caring for her like their own little sister, and I love it, they way they treat her is awesome! <3 Hayoung is a born model hands down. She has long beautiful legs, her hair looks so smooth and her skin just speaks for itself, that girl is a natural and no one can say otherwise. Her innocent smile is that of young innocent children and she has no sense of fakeness in her, she always goes with the flow, getting all crazy and hilarious with her fellow Apink members and the bond she shares with each and every one of them is truly admirable. I love her husky voice, it feels so soothing and comfortable, it’s unexplainable, buts he’s perfect. I love how she looks up to her unnies as her sisters and role models that wants to learn from..Hayoung is another one that I’d love to see acting,i ’m pretty sure she’d rock an innocent, young, farm girl role that cares about her family but gradually starts to find her one and only, that will love and care for her! cx Hayoung is  freaking awesome, no one would dare say anything else about that, I love you Oh Hayoung ❤

A♥pink

I will always and forever love apink as a whole, they’re like my family that always keep me smiling and cheered up, going through the days.. insult any one of them and I’ll literally haunt you..no kidding, but seriously, if you give them a chance, they’d enter your heart and remain there forever as beautiful gems that shine in your heart, lighting up your days. I promise they’ll be the best you’ve ever known and you’ll never regret knowing them, Fighting to you Apink! I love you all!! Park Chorong,Yoon Bomi, Jung Eunji, Son Naeun, Kim Namjoo, Oh Hayoung ❤ I love each and every one of them, and will do so forever ❤

-From a forever Pink Panda.

(LIke if you’re a panda or just generally like apink, reblog if you’re a lifetime panda!! <3)

10 things dance teachers want viewers of "Dance Moms" to know

Technically, I’ve been teaching dance since I was 17. But professionally, only since my early 20s. I currently work as a competitive ballet and tap teacher for a very new studio. I teach the same 12 girls and one boy every week and my love for them runs deep, because my love for dance runs deep. My students range in age from 9—16.

I often talk to parents who are not “dance parents” themselves but viewers of the now hit show, “Dance Moms.” For those who watched during the first season, it might have given an at least exaggerated version of reality concerning the competitive dance world. But for now not only is the show incredibly overdramatized, the situations they’re fabricating aren’t even ones which typically arise in the dance industry.

It saddens me that many children with potential to be artists and dancers could be deterred from the world that I have been immersed in since I was a tween because of misconceptions created by a silly TV show.

Here are a few things I wish people knew about dance:

  1. Solos aren’t given out and taken away like candy.
    Here’s how it works: at the beginning of the season (September) dancers and their families will usually put in requests for extra numbers they want to do — solos, duets, trios, small groups. Factors that go into the decision include money, skill and the teacher’s will to put that much time into the student. A teacher wants to strike the balance between challenging the student and giving them a routine they can be confident with (and have a decent shot at winning the division). A solo (or duet or trio) will not be given arbitrarily or for a silly reason just as it will not be taken away arbitrarily or for a silly reason. It can be taken away if you aren’t prepared or have been injured or extremely disrespectful, but those are extremely rare circumstances.
  2. Yes, the win is important, but it’s not everything, and even the harshest of teachers know that.
    Dance teams can be big. I’ve seen dance teams with more than 100 kids (or, by contrast, the one for my studio, which is only 13). I can count on one hand the number of times my studio entered only one dancer in a single division, let alone age category. In plain English, that means it’s rare that a studio would only even submit a single senior lyrical solo — they might have several of their seniors in the lyrical category, and multiple senior dancers dancing solos. This means that there’s no way everyone’s going to get first.
  3. There’s a lot more tolerance for losing than you think — because we don’t really consider it “losing.”
    Dance competitions are not one-dimensional. Yes, everyone’s ideal result is first place overall. For many, they walk into the competition knowing that that won’t happen. But there’s also other things they can shoot for — winning the division. Getting a platinum. Winning a special award. Performing better than you ever have before. Trust me, even the toughest dance teachers appreciate those “little victories.”
  4. In-studio rivalries are, at their worst, friendly.
    To say rivalries are non-existent is naive. To say that studios don’t have a “favourite” (and sometimes even to an unfair degree) is also incorrect. But teachers will not feed animosity or negative “rivalries.” In Season One, re: Maddie and Chloe, Abby used to proudly say that they motivate each other. Since embracing her evil-witch persona, Abby no longer has that philosophy. However, this is the right way to use a “rivalry.” In many cases, the fiercest “rivals” at studios are the best of friends.
  5. We can be harsh — but the good ones never make it personal.
    I have students that I have to separate in class. I have students that I have to get downright mean-sounding to. “Push your hip forward. I tell you every week.” “Round your elbows, I shouldn’t still have to tell you this!” Sometimes it starts to wear on them and they look upset. At the end of every class I make sure everyone knows that I’m not picking on them by giving them a “good job” or a “keep working.” Something encouraging. Sometimes I even give them a hug. A good teacher makes sure her students know that we’re not attacking them. We want to see them improve. Yes, they frustrate us, but we still love them, which any parent can identify with. And we will never hurl personal insults, whether it’s based on their mother or them, their words or their actions. We know that’s just tacky.
  6. We don't think dance should come before school.
    Whenever I teach ballet I will tell them a term in French and ask if they know what it means. When I’m met with blank stares, I tell them to pay more attention in French class. When I ask them what Vaudeville is as I teach them time steps and they have no idea I tell them to ask their history teacher. Dance teachers want dedication and when the dancers are in our care we expect them to be focused on dance. But at the same time we know that school is also a priority not just for them but for their parents. They need good grades to get into those college and university dance programs. They need to know the importance of homework. We all know that dance careers are temporary — in many cases, that’s why we’re teaching and not performing ourselves (or in my case, it’s because we’re just not amazing performers). Every dancer needs something to fall back on.
  7. A team does not shapeshift at the drop of a hat.
    Dancers are not replaced mid-season. Dancers do not switch studios in February. Teams do not hold large auditions for a single dancer on their junior competition team. Dance teams do not have “guest dancers” that come in for a single week. Dancers are not given solos the day of a competition (or recital — yeah, Kelly had a point). Dance families usually don’t uproot their lives to move to a competitive dance studio across the country (I’ve seen some families who move to major cities like NYC or Toronto in order for their child to attend an independent school such as Canada’s National Ballet School, but most of the time they send the kids to live in dormitories).
  8. On that note: the Abby Lee Dance Company isn’t one of the great American dance teams.
    Have you ever been to an audition for American Idol? So You Think You Can Dance? I have attended Canadian Idol auditions (with my sister; I was too young to audition) and have friends who have tried out for So You Think You Can Dance, Canada. You know what no one tells you? There are pre-televised auditions in which the selection process has nothing to do with talent and everything to do with entertainment value. Perfectly talented people are turned down in favour of people who are simply more camera-friendly. The ALDC was not picked for this show for their talent. Yes, the girls are talented and hard-working. But they hardly had the “reputation” Abby claimed they had prior to their being featured on National TV. Even their individual dancers weren’t exactly known in the dancing world. Yes, they held a few National titles (so did my second studio and I’d never say we were one of the top studios in the country). Yes, they have a few alumnae who are working (see my previous point). But as a studio they’re basically indistinguishable from any other “good” competitive studio, even in the Pittsburgh area. People who cross the country to dance on her team aren’t doing so for the instruction. They’re doing so for the camera time.
  9. There’s more ways to succeed in the dance industry than dancing “on Broadway.”
    Dancing in a musical is certainly a feat to accomplish. It requires singing chops and acting chops (something some studios teach, but not all). There’s also other commercial work such as music videos and, well, commercials. We’ve heard a great deal about these forms of success from Abby’s dancers. But there’s a reason we only hear about that — because she’s only preparing them for the commercial world of dance. Commercial dance is arguably more lucrative but a shorter career — you work as long as you look young, have a tight tummy, have hair to flip and have flawless skin. But there’s also ballet companies, contemporary companies, conventions, dance therapy, studios that need teachers and choreographers, etc. Also, it’s worth noting that dance teachers understand that not everyone wants to be a professional dancer. And we don’t discourage people from pursuing other paths at all — but we’d like to see everyone dancing for as long as possible. Whatever brings joy into their hearts brings joy into ours.
  10. Most importantly: no matter how old they are, no matter how serious they are, we are always having fun. We do not want dancers who do not find joy in what they do.
I’m proud to be ace because... (Responses)

I have every right to be

it’s who I am. Being ace wasn’t a choice, but it is still an important part of my identity.

I really like cake!

It’s who I am and you should never be ashamed of yourself, regardless of what other people think. Their opinions are irrelevant

I am a flawless celestial being just the way I am

i’m proud of who i am. this isn’t just limited to my being ace, but to most things. being ace is one of my many aspects and I am proud to be me, to exist, and to live my life as only I can. I wear my ace ring with pride and if someone asks or the topic gets very sexy, i just might bring it up. I’m not ashamed of it. I’m proud to be who i am, and I’m proud to be ace, and I’m proud to therefore be a part of such a (usually) loving and supportive community. ^.^

I like it being part of a really inclusive and positive comm

I like being part of a positive and inclusive community my relationships show that you can have love without having sex

The puns, the community, and why not?

I know there are other people like me, and we all are going though the same things.

because we are unique, our community is amazing, we are surviving in the world that is throwing sexual attraction in our faces, we are literally rebelling against society’s standards just by being ourselves and also naturally - because I am asexy and proud to be me

despite the ace-phobia I deal with I really can’t picture myself as anything else

I can provide a unique perspective, unhindered by personal bias for a certain gender. I can see past sexual tension, lust, and other communication/relationship difficulties because I literally don’t even experience those types of feelings. Being ace is all I’ve ever personally known, and while I don’t always fit in because of it, I find it something unique and entirely positive. Plus, there are a ton of adorable ace jokes ^.^

It’s who I am.

The Taylor Swift Party Is Far From Over: How The Star Will Be Redeemed In No Time

This summer has been particularly strange so far for one of the world’s biggest stars. Or at least it has been for the observers of one of the world’s biggest stars.

At the same time Forbes was crowning Taylor Swift the top-earning celebrity of 2016, with the other kind of receipts totaling $170 million, cracks were starting to show in the foundation upon which she built her empire.

First there were a few light tremors, triggered by the relationship known as Hiddleswift planting its steel-tipped flag into the ground with a force that our fickle earth was unprepared for. But believers in true love, freedom, privacy and other sanctities quickly set about patching any blemishes on the surface.

Yet while Swift’s devoted fan base remained unshaken, the fence started getting crowded with the curious and the skeptical, the unconvinced souls peering through the slats, eager to see if a shoe had indeed been dropped—and if the other would soon follow.

Then, last week—many weeks after the Internet figured out that Swift was “oooh”-ing on the chorus of ex-boyfriend Calvin Harris and Rihanna’s song “This Is What You Came For” and that “co-writer Nils Sjoberg” was actually Swift—TMZ put it out there that Sjoberg was totally Swift. And the site also reported that Swift felt totally betrayed by Harris when he said in an interview the day the song came out that he couldn’t foresee ever collaborating with his then-girlfriend.

Swift’s camp then officially confirmed that she wrote the song and used the alias.

A source told E! News that Swift agreed to not promote her role in the song when it came out so as not to overshadow her boyfriend, and Harris tweeted as much, calling her lyric-writing skills “amazing.”

But what a difference a breakup can make. Especially when it was almost immediately followed by what looked like Swift and Tom Hiddleston auditioning for The Amazing Race, with cheekily branded swimwear and everything.

“Hurtful to me at this point that her and her team would go so far out of their way to try and make ME look bad at this stage though,” Harris tweeted July 13, presumably referring to the news that Swift was pissed at his interview, as if she had had no idea he was going to deny working together. (Which, if you get into semantics, he didn’t do—rather, he said it wouldn’t happen in the future.)

“I figure if you’re happy in your new relationship you should focus on that instead of trying to tear your ex bf down for something to do,” the EDM star continued. “I know you’re off tour and you need someone new to try and bury like Katy ETC but I’m not that guy, sorry. I won’t allow it. Please focus on the positive aspects of YOUR life because you’ve earned a great one.”

OK, there’s a time and a place for everything, and this wasn’t it. Because Swift didn’t really do anything to him at that point other than just accept her months-old credit for writing a melody and some song lyrics—and she did that rather quietly.

But the aforementioned fence, already crowded with the curious, started to look like a scene out of The Walking Dead. Wide-eyed, gaping faces everywhere, agitated hands rattling the gate, chomping at the bit and declaring the #TaylorSwiftPartyIsOver because—aw, damn—Harris had just called Swift out for being vengeful and manipulative.

Though while this didn’t look good for Swift, and the sheer realization that so many people were on the fence about her in the first place was surprising, Harris didn’t exactly do himself any favors. He already had his hit record and he’s been working, traveling and surrounded by pals since the split. Moreover, it wasn’t as if he could be accused of moving on too fast should he venture out on a date.

Harris, though you couldn’t really blame him for his Twitter tantrum, came off looking pretty petty.

And then on the evening of July 17, Kim Kardashian set fire to the fence.

After insisting in her recent GQ interview that a recording existed of Swift talking to Kanye West about his song “Famous"—in which he rapped "I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex / Why? I made that bitch famous"—Kim encouraged Twitter to check out her Snapchat.

Off our thumbs trotted to Snapchat, only to find, in snippet after captivating snippet, a video of Kanye talking to Taylor on speakerphone, telling her all about the "I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex” line—and Swift getting a kick out of it. If a part of the talk existed in which Swift warned West about sending a “strong misogynistic message,” as she originally claimed, no one got to hear it.

“Umm, yeah I mean go with whatever line you think is better. It’s obviously very tongue in cheek either way. And I really appreciate you telling me about it, that’s really nice,” Taylor was heard telling Kanye on the recording.

Call it shade, call it tea, call it receipts, call it what you will: Twitter had never eaten a pop star alive so quickly. The fence was no match for the thousands of hungry souls who poured forth to crash the #KimExposedTaylorParty.

By the time Swift’s well-thought-out statement (it was pointed out that her screen grab indicated it was something she had searched for because it already existed on her phone) hit the Internet, in which she pointed out that she hadn’t heard the finished product and in the end hadn’t enjoyed being called “that bitch,” the damage was done.

With cracks in Swift’s meticulously manicured image already starting to show, Kimye sent the whole construct crashing down.

Or did they?

It’s not as though Taylor didn’t have her share of instantaneous support online. The recording didn’t turn her devoted fan base against her—Swifties are standing strong.

Now, however, the expert defense isn’t so much about how she’s a lovely girl, leave her alone. But rather headlines such as “Taylor Swift Is Cold-Blooded and Calculating. That’s What Makes Her a Great Pop Star” (Vox) and “I Don’t Care if Taylor Swift Lied & Here’s Why” (Refinery 29).

Forbes, the actual-receipt counters, stated: “Taylor Swift’s Carefully Cultivated Image Is Starting to Crack.” Then there’s the “Taylor Swift 1989-2016” pictures making the rounds, which is just creepy—and more than a tad premature.

But it is as if Swift, the person, has been left for dead and everyone’s moving on to dissect her image—even though, truth be told, the image was all anyone ever had to work with in the first place.

It may only be Swift the person, however, who decides where this all goes next.

Because while we’re all into “perfect,” and “flawless,” and “everything,” the Internet has been known to take issue with perfect on a person who’s obviously trying to be perfect. Just ask Anne Hathaway.

“People will ride with anything that’s against you when they don’t like you,” Charlamagne Tha God, co-host of Power 105.1’s The Breakfast Club, told E! News this week in response to the Kimye vs. Taylor controversy.

“When people really don’t like you, they will ride anything or anybody that’s against you. So even though a lot of these people really don’t like Kim, they don’t like Taylor more. When Kim exposes Taylor… that’s the world we live in where celebrities are perfect. Taylor is the epitome of the perfect celebrity. All her moves are calculated. She never really makes any mistakes. She says the right things. She does the right things. So people were just waiting, waiting to have a reason to really get at her so this is their reason. Because in their mind they’re like no one can be this perfect, she’s fake. As soon as they get a little inkling that she may be fake, or she may not be telling the truth. They couldn’t wait to jump on this bandwagon, so it’s just that simple. People will ride with anything that’s against you when they don’t like you.”

But as Hathaway also proved—being the target of the most inexplicable brand of criticism from no one particularly important while winning a Golden Globe, a SAG Award and an Oscar in 2013—what the online haters are saying often doesn’t reflect business as usual.

Does anyone actually think Swift’s next album is in trouble? It isn’t. If it came out tomorrow (which wouldn’t be a bad idea, since it only has to be remotely good to make all of this go away), it would break sales records, lead to another huge world tour and, most importantly, put her right back in the driver’s seat of her own narrative.

That’s obviously where Swift is most comfortable, controlling her own message in whatever way she sees fit—through song, through fashion, through social media. And she’s been ragingly successful at it. Unstoppable, in fact.

And despite being “exposed” as a businesswoman who’s fiercely protective of her image, so much so that she took Kanye’s “I made that bitch famous” brag more seriously than anyone else did (or wanted people to think she did because she’s got millions of young fans who look up to her as an empowering role model), those who loved Swift before aren’t going to love her any less now.

Or better yet, those who get Taylor can’t validly think any less of her because she’s having some image issues. She’s been a huge star for almost a decade and she’s still a badass, still a success and still a person—an imperfect moment was bound to make her life look a little more real.

And though Swift’s argument—"You don’t get to control someone’s emotional response to being called ‘that bitch’“—was overshadowed in the moment, it wasn’t lost.

The debate rages over whether that word, even when used by women in an empowering fashion, still has a negative connotation regardless of who’s using it and why.

"With any word it’s all about context,” Charlamagne told us. “It’s kind of like you using the [N-word]. I can use the word as a term of an endearment. I can use the word 'bitch’ as a term of endearment. You have people historically like Lil’ Kim who called herself the Queen Bitch’ or Trina called herself the 'baddest bitch,’ but then you have Queen Latifah who did a song called 'U.N.I.T.Y.’ and asked guys 'who you calling a bitch?’ She didn’t like that. It’s all about context.”

As far as West’s use in “Famous,” while there’s no indication that the rapper meant it as any more than a synonym for 'girl,’ “I see how it could be taken in a disrespectful way,” Charlamagne added.

And while Taylor’s fans aren’t switching sides anytime soon, neither are Kanye’s. The Life of Pablo debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200, controversial entrée into the world and all.

As far as the hoi polloi are concerned, Swift might want to take some time to laugh at all this—herself included—once the dust has settled. That same Internet that’s always lying in wait to pounce will end up coming in handy later, because in this day and age you’re only one viral Tonight Show sketch, Saturday Night Live cameo, “Carpool Karaoke” or Lip Sync Battle appearance away from being the belle of the ball again.

The fans who celebrated 1989’s first birthday on Twitter as if it were a real person will line up once again to applaud their leader.

The longer Swift and Tom Hiddleston stay together, the better that might look to people still hung up on that perceived infraction, but we aren’t in the business of encouraging people to stay together for any reason other than love and we aren’t going to start now.

Happily, a source told E! News that Hiddleston has been awesome throughout this nonsense, that he’s been “supporting her and enjoying the time he’s having with her.”

Moreover, “she’s been writing during her travels, and Tom has been an inspiration in her music.”

See, and that’s Taylor’s real life. Her work, her guy and, sure, the artistry with which she combines the two. She blends the public and private like a boss, and you can’t have a star without an image. There’s no such thing.

Just as what went down on Twitter a few nights ago will have no bearing on Swift’s actual life in the long run, the tide will only truly rise or fall on the strength of the music that connects her to all her fans.

And so the party rages on.


(http://www.eonline.com/news/781871/the-taylor-swift-party-is-far-from-over-how-the-star-will-be-redeemed-in-no-time)

anonymous asked:

Hi, i just wanna ask you something (you're free not to answer) why do you love Im Jaebum so much? I mean, what make you love him that much? I'm new in this fandom so i just wanna know a little bit more about JB please. :)

This is the best question ever and thankyou for asking, this is going to be long so sorry in advance.
I love Im Jaebum because something just prominently stood out about him, despite his good looks, his personality and his talents it was something that is unexplainable for me still to this day. At first sight I fell straight in love with him and I’ve never looked at anyone else since then. Most people usually have bias wreckers but for me its difficult to bias anyone else because everyday I have new reasons to fall in love with him.
One of the things that caught my heart about Im Jaebum was his soul. Since I’m a big music junkie, personally I don’t feel like there’s many artists in the music industry globally, who perform from the heart and with all their soul, until I found him. He gave me the reason to believe that their are still artists today who indulge in their music. Every performance of his I have seen he becomes this whole different person, to me this is when Defsoul appears. The emotion and heart that pours out of his striking facial expressions, powerful dance moves or his soulful voice makes him so passionate as an artist/performer. He’s always talking about how much he wants to compose and produce his own songs, he is always singing at fan signs purely because he loves it and what I find beautiful is that he does it all out of pure joy. His voice is heavenly and one of my most favourites, it’s so different and unique compared to a lot of other idols in the kpop world and in general. When he sings, a lot of the time he just closes his eyes and sings away and in that moment I feel like he takes himself to a wholenother world, it is something gorgeous to witness. I then couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he loves the genres “Rnb” and “Neo Soul,” 2/3 of my fav genres. I haven’t come across an idol yet that has said they love these genres especially “Neo Soul” which is so different to hear. Hearing him sing songs from some of my fav artists like Musiq Soulchild, D'Angelo and India Arie etc was overwhelming to think they had an influence on him like myself. What I’m trying to say is that even though he has reached what he wants to do in life, he still continues to keep pursuing in his career like it’s just the beginning. To find an artist like himself who is endlessly passionate and continuously hard working towards his music career is breath taking. Jaebum does it not out of force or to be recognised but purely because he loves it. To elaborate on his performance on stage, it is incredible. He has a very outstanding, charismatic and sexy appeal when he performs. You can feel how strong his presence would be through your computer, laptop, mobile screen. It’s the little things he does like facial expressions, the slightly changed dance moves to make it his own and so on that attract him a lot of attention.
Apart from how much I love his passion for music I love his personality. Although people think that he is cold hearted and mean he is the total opposite. I have noticed that Jaebum is not someone who likes or needs to express his feelings or himself to the world resulting that people would be stuck with this impression. He is someone who you would refer to that does a lot of the “behind the scene” things. We don’t see everything that he does for more specifically his members, and how virtuous he truly is. The things he has done for his members are heart touching and unforgettable as he has helped them in hard times. He is the type of person that makes a solid impact on someone when he helps or cares for them. Jaebum is a very down to earth person with a quiet, warm, affectionate heart who’s actions are always humble. He is a leader that holds the group together, carries the burden of being relied on from the members, is the source of guidance and help and leading his members to success in everything they do. At the end of the day I strongly believe jaebum would give up everything and anything for his brothers no matter what, as he’d put them first before ever thinking about himself. Overall his relationship with each member is strong, not with just one but all 6. I see the way he looks at them like they’re the most valuable and precious things in the world. But people don’t exactly notice his acts because he works in silent. What people don’t understand is that Jaebum has a major responsibility to uphold and I respect him for how well he does. His actions are always done quietly but are what makes him stand out the most when people realise. I appreciate him and acknowledge his efforts as I was able to take it on board and be able to do the same when I have had to manage a leadership role. I think Jaebum doesn’t like for the fandom and his fans to know everything about him, I think there are a lot of things we don’t know about him that make him more valuable than what we know.
And I cannot explain to you in words how perfect and how beautiful this man is. Jaebum has had caramel brown, light brown, chocolate brown, blonde, blue, grey, purpley-grey, black, orange-brown, red, pink and dark brown hair and let me tell you he has looked amazing in all! He has also had so many different hairstyles and has looked more than charming in each and every one. You would think that a man could not pull off all of these colours and styles but he’s proven he can. His hair has been dyed a ridiculous amount of times and yet somehow every time he’s had it dyed his hair ends up being healthy, smooth looking and silky again? and let me tell you if forehead jae appears soon well prepare yourself for a riot. His hair is that incredibly gorgeous that this feature alone could amount to 100 beautiful men at the least. His eyebrows are goals, he has one of the most wonderful eye smiles you’ll ever see, he has this cute not too pointy nose, his lips are the perfect size not too big not too small, his skin is flawless without makeup, his cheekbone game is hella strong, his jawline could slice a glacier in half, his side profile is more attractive than me looking at my best, he has these cute ears that have piercings (his piercings are hot asf) and my most favourite features of all. Jaebum’s 2 dots under his eyebrow and his smile. I never thought I would be so attracted to his beauty spots but they’re such a pretty distinct feature. And the smile of heavens light, I swear he has one of the most beautiful smiles you’ll ever see in your life. It is the smile that can rid all your troubles and worries and make you feel at ease in life. It’s one of those kind of smiles that are so genuinely happy, the kind that you can’t help but love. His teeth are like pearls and its shine is brighter than the moon, stars and sun together. I also love the way how he wears rings on his fingers it’s different and I’m into that. I will not go any further about how sexy his body is but know that his broad shoulders are no joke, his abs are like a chocolate bar, his arms are toned nicely and he has thick thighs. Everyone in the fandom acknowledges that he is beautiful and know him for the charismatic and sexy leader. Im Jaebum’s beauty is on a whole different level, it shouldn’t even be considered real because he’s that perfect looking, honestly his beauty will be something that you’ll never be able to understand so don’t even bother questioning yourself about it. All you need to know is that he’s Gods perfect masterpiece.
I think what sets him aside from other men. Is that overall he has a very “different” denounamur as he is a very captivating person whatever he’s doing. Whether he is singing, dancing, acting, walking, sitting, eating, talking, staring, smiling, laughing, down to the point where if he’s just breathing it’s like HOLY SHIT JAEBUM, UGH WHY R U LIKE THIS!? It’s the “unexplainable” thing he has that I mentioned earlier that no one knows why he is just so idk…perfect.
In my eyes Im Jaebum is just something else, he will always be unexplainable, he’s always exciting as he is very surprising a lot of the time. Everything he does is done with heart and soul, he stands out the most when he’s not trying too, he is known as the most sexiest, most naturally cutest, most biggest 5 year old dork who is a beaver speaking grandpa that holds the title of being the Bboy King and Body Roll King. I love Im Jaebum for all of him, he is my biggest inspiration and role model and I am forever grateful and thankful of his existence. He is gods gift to humanity and the love of my life. ❤️