and I only wish that there is so to come

There is so much of myself I see in her, and maybe you do, too

Maybe Hermione Jean Granger’s parents were a little less like Ron’s parents and a little more like mine. That drive to succeed at all costs, the breakdowns, feeling like she couldn’t talk to anyone – I see myself in her, and my fiancée, and the experiences of so many others who couldn’t prove abuse, but were implicitly told that “living up to their potential” was their only purpose in life. So –

Give me a Hermione Granger whose parents suggested to her, ever-so-gently, that to remain in magical school it was best that she came top in her year. “To dispel prejudices against, um, what was it that professor said? Muggle-borns,” they told her, but she knew why.

Give me a Hermione whose parents succeeded in a career that was very difficult to enter, and expect the same of her.

Give me a Hermione who came second, or third, or fourth or even plain old middling in a subject she just hated in primary school, and was lectured until she cried. (Hence her mania to do well in History of Magic.)

Give me a Hermione who thinks she can’t trust teachers, especially since Minerva McGonagall doesn’t suspect anything about her parents’ request to send home a progress report every few weeks. This is, after all, not a skinny and defiant Harry Potter, but a girl who just loves to succeed – and what’s wrong with that, after all?

Give me a Hermione whose fanatic organizational system is a result of being grounded if she forgot a homework assignment.

(This is the brightest witch of her age, still – I must say it here. Don’t get me wrong. But school is not everything, and brightness can shine in unexpected places. There are simply other reasons for why she is how she is, in addition to brains.)

Give me a Hermione who is weak-kneed with relief that the Sorting Hat at least offered her Ravenclaw, because she can tell her parents so.

Give me a Hermione who is frightened whenever classwork or homework seems too easy, because what’s coming next? She studies far ahead to compensate.

Give me a Hermione who wishes she had an excuse to stay at Hogwarts over holidays, because her parents sit her down and “discuss” anything in her progress reports they don’t like until she breaks down in tears.

Give me a Hermione who in second year screamed “No!” when exams were canceled, because it was the only way to prove to her parents that she was still doing well even after she was “irresponsible” enough to get herself Petrified.

Give me a Hermione who lets Harry and Ron copy off her despite her annoyance, because although they seem happy, she has no idea what they might have to deal with at home should they fail. No matter how many times Harry exasperatedly explains that the Dursleys don’t care (when she asks in veiled terms, of course, because she can’t tell), she still wants to help. The same, of course, goes for Neville and his potions.

Give me a Hermione who wishes with all her heart that she can drop at least one of her subjects third year, even though she enjoys most of them (except for Divination, of course).

Give me a Hermione who forced herself to envision McGonagall instead of Mum and Dad when the boggart came up to her during third-year exams, because there was absolutely no way she was letting Lupin know.

Give me a Hermione whose parents insisted that she go through years of jaw pain and expense and ridicule to fix something that was genuinely giving her problems, just as they had, despite a magical solution – and who was so relieved when Snape gave her an excuse to do just the opposite.

Give me a Hermione who likes Viktor for his eagerness to talk with her about how interesting the contents of her books are, rather than how many there are.

Give me a Hermione who, in a tiny, guilty part of her heart, knows that she Obliviated her parents both for their safety and her own. They wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her in every verbal way they knew how if they heard she was dropping out of school.

Give me a Hermione who finds happiness in whatever career she chooses. Whatever person. Ron with his easy intelligence and love of logic and kindness. Viktor with his curiosity and willingness to teach her how to fly. Anyone and everyone, anything and everything, as long as it makes her happy and content. Give her free time and hobbies and smiles.

Give me a Hermione whose parents, years later, deny that they ever did any such things to her – “Your marks were fantastic!” – and give her the courage to tell them the truth.

Give me Hermione.

anonymous asked:

hi i'm 14 and i'm only attracted to like female bodies and i identify as a lesbian is there a way to like, respectfully decline trans women without being transphobic ???

This utterly breaks my heart, friend. Anybody who tries to tell you that your innate sexuality is bigoted, transphobic, not okay, or something you have to interrogate or “get over”? Little sister, they were so wrong, and they were so unkind. You are perfect the way you are, and you have nothing to apologize for. If you’re only attracted to other female people, that is a beautiful thing, and that is what being a lesbian is. I think that being so self aware at 14 and being out at 14 is so brave! I wish that I had been as brave and self-aware as you are. But with that comes a whole lot of things to navigate–the world seems to love making things that should be very simple very complicated.

Your “no” is always okay, and it never needs explanation. You don’t have to tell anyone why you don’t want to date them. You don’t owe anyone who wants to date you a date. You don’t owe anyone anything. You are yourself, and your existence in the world should be based on your choices and what is right for you. If anyone, including a trans woman, won’t take a simple “no thank you” for an answer, or demands an explanation for your no, they are being very rude and entitled. You can say, “I’m not interested”. You can say, “That’s a kind offer, but I’m going to say no.” You can say, “I wish you the best, but I don’t feel that way about you.” You don’t have to say “yes” to anyone unless you truly want to. You don’t have to date everyone, every woman, every lesbian. You should only date someone who makes you feel special, excited, and comfortable.

If anyone claims that saying no to a date or anything else is transphobic, ask them why they think you are obligated to date anyone you don’t want to. Tell them “no means no”.

I understand how hard it can be when people think that dating and attraction are somehow political statements. They aren’t, they are an expression of attraction. And it’s completely normal to be attracted to someone with a certain biological sex because sex is physical and attraction is innate and biological. You can support someone having happiness, community, housing, healthcare, and the right to live without dating them. Anyone who demands that of you is being deeply invasive and is, quite honestly, not a safe person to be around because they don’t respect sexual boundaries. 

Please know that there are lots of us who know that you are perfect just as you are, I promise. I’m here if you ever need a lesbian big sister. I deeply want you to be happy, because I know for a fact that you deserve it. Sending all sorts of good thoughts your way, okay?


eid mubarak to all my beautiful muslim followers and friends❤ alhamdullilah you all have a blessful syawal this year and insyallah will there be more to come ahead of us:)) happy eating and enjoy you day my smol little dumplings hehe

i’m coming out on tuesday

i have decided that on tuesday 27th june, i’m going to tell my mum that i’m a lesbian. 

i’m just writing this so that someone else knows. so that i don’t have to feel so alone in the knowledge of what i’m going to do. and importantly, so that i don’t back out at the last minute. 

this is what i want. 

Semi-Hiatus PSA

From July 10th-August 4th I’ll be going on a semi-hiatus. This is when I’ll be doing the San Francisco Ballet Summer Intensive. The classes are Monday-Saturday from roughly 8 a.m - 6 p.m. I have an hour and a half commute into the city, so that means I’ll be getting up at 5 a.m each day and I’ll be coming home extremely exhausted. The session is extremely intense not only physically but mentally of course, and phones are only allowed during our short breaks, so I’ll most likely only be active on Sundays, if at all.

If I’m not passed out by exhaustion by the time I get home I may be able to get an hour or so in with my muses. Saturdays I believe may be early days, so I might get something in those days too. But yeah. Wish me luck please lmao

anonymous asked:

YIKES not sure if i like these anons sayin they wanna....... fuck kids...

i honestly wish to fucking god that i couldnt say i was only posting about HALF of the anons we get like this. people will jump through HOOP after HOOP to justify their disgusting behavior and all we can do sometimes is just block it as it comes in

the second we turned off anon we wouldnt get any of them. they’re all a bunch of fucking pathetic cowards who hide in their little nasty groups and it’s honestly pathetic.

if what you’re doing is so ~right~ why arent you coming forward, hm? you love to send us hateful anons, why are you afraid of them yourself?? afraid your actions will catch up to you?

It’s 11:11 pm and I have only one wish. In case you didn’t know I am still missing you. I miss everything about you. Your laugh, your eyes, your hands, your hugs, your kiss. So, what is my wish about? I guess to stop wishing for you to come back cause honey let’s face it, you won’t.
—  lydiaasl 

get to know me: favorite female charactersthe ghibli girls
 “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.” (– Hayao Miyazaki)


Happy 26th birthday, Thiago! (11.04.1991)


Our wartortle / agumon / best leader, Jonghyun, I guess yours was the most difficult result to accept. I was so sure you were going to debut that my whole world fell apart when they announced you were #14. You proved time and again how deserving you were of debuting that I don’t know where things went wrong for you. Still, you never lost your smile and congratulated Minhyun and the rest of the boys sincerely for debuting. A heart like yours is difficult to come by twice in a lifetime. I wish your hardships to end soon; you’ve suffered a lot, it’s time for you to get your well deserved reward. Let’s only be happy from now on, NU’EST will hit big under your leadership. You deserve the world and more Jonghyun. 


relating to, but not limited to, witchcraft & witchery. may or may not contain triggers, categorized by good/bad/neutral as requested.  please proceed to read/reblog with caution.


❛ not all spells are bad, you must stray away from the bad magic. ❜ 
❛ there’s nothing wrong with a bit of magic, as long as it’s for the good. ❜ 
❛ you’re like a vase and the magic is the water.  ❜ 
❛ i don’t need magic to see that. ❜ 
❛ not every spell is considered to be bad. ❜ 
❛ this spell book here contains no such bad magic nor will it ever. ❜ 
❛ i’m working up a new potion. it’s for the greater good, of course. ❜ 
❛ i’ve never used my powers/magic for anything but good things. ❜ 
❛ there is no competition with magic, you either possess, or you don’t. ❜ 
❛ no one power/magic is better nor greater than the other. ❜ 
❛ remember, everything you learn is to be used for good. ❜
❛ you think every witch/sorcerer is bad? do i look evil to you?  ❜ 
❛ i’ve only ever used my magic/powers for good. ❜ 
❛ it’s not the magic/powers that are bad, it’s the person who possesses it. ❜   
❛ there is good and bad in everything, you must always chose to be good. ❜ 
❛ my powers/magic are not a weapon! i will not be treated as such! ❜ 
❛ i cannot help you with your wishes, it’s far too evil. ❜ 
❛ magic is a delicate thing and i treat it as such. ❜ 
❛ i don’t always use magic/my powers, i don’t always need to. ❜ 
❛ it is a blessing not a curse, it’s only a curse if you wish to do evil. ❜ 
❛ i did come here to show off my powers/magic, what do you take me for? ❜ 
❛ i’m not a witch! i’m a person possessing magic. big difference. ❜ 
❛ these are healing potions, they will heal just about any form of life. ❜ 
❛ the good always outweighs the bad, just remember that. ❜ 
❛ it’s best to use magic/powers when you understand them.  ❜ 


❛ i’ve never used magic for anything other than evil. ❜
❛ i will be the greatest and the most powerful, mark my words. ❜
❛ i’ve hexed so many people, i’ve lost count. ❜
❛ a curse is never easy to lift, hence the sole purpose of it. ❜
❛ what’s the point in having powers/magic, if you don’t take advantage? ❜
❛ you have always abused your magical privileges.  ❜
❛ i wouldn’t use my powers/magic for the good if it was life and death. ❜
❛ you really only know how to cast curses/hexes? ❜
❛ i specialize in curses and hexes only, anything else is just noise. ❜
❛ shhh, you shouldn’t even speak of such dark magic. ❜
❛ this book is full of the darkest magic you’ll ever read. ❜
❛ what is the difference between voodoo and dark magic? ❜
❛ dark magic is wonderful, you learn the most from it. ❜
❛ there are so many hexes/curses to cast, i never know which one to pick. ❜  
❛ have you ever had a curse/hex casted upon you? ❜
❛ there is no such thing as good magic. ❜
❛ why are you so wicked with such a beautiful gift? ❜
❛ you do not deserve to possess magic/powers. ❜
❛ i’ve got a wicked idea in mind, want to hear? it involves magic. ❜
❛ the best magic of all, of course, is dark magic. ❜
❛ have you ever wanted to step into voodoo? ❜
❛ this a book of dark magic/voodoo, but it is not easy to open. ❜
❛ you have to do a sacrifice to get this dark magic/voodoo book open. ❜
❛ have you ever participated in voodoo ritual? it’s very liberating. ❜
❛ all of these spells contain blood and sacrifice… ❜


❛ what witch/sorcerer doesn’t own a spell book? ❜
❛ for future reference, never interrupt my ritual again. ❜
❛ gemstones are great collectibles for healing. ❜
❛ every movie about witchcraft is kind of off point, i feel. ❜
❛ i’m unable to use magic/my powers until i’m older. ❜
❛ do you fly on broom stick and all that? ❜
❛ it’s actually rather hard to stir up a potion. ❜
❛ i don’t own a wand nor a broom stick, but i will drop a house on you. ❜
❛ spell books are often hard to find. ❜
❛ i could close my eyes, pretend to concentrate and you would be scared. ❜
❛ you know they used to hang witches back in the olden days. ❜
❛ this isn’t a spell, this is common sense. ❜
❛ this isn’t magic, it’s just glitter. ❜
❛ i’ve always wanted to live in a cabin in the woods though. ❜  
❛ the best time to do a ritual is of an evening. ❜
❛ would like to do a healing ritual with me? it’s harmless. ❜
❛ let’s go candle shopping, come on! i love candles! ❜
❛ i’m still human, you know, with feelings! ❜
❛ you know, there is something else i possess; feelings! ❜
❛ look, it’s really not like any of that. ❜
❛ what’s so special about it? nothing, of course. it’s not special. ❜
❛ i don’t feel any greater or better because of it. ❜
❛ there are spells/potions that can be used for both, good and evil. ❜
❛ i would rather not use magic/my powers, i’d rather pretend i don’t have any. ❜
❛ i would never flaunt it as if it’s something so great to have! ❜


Originally posted by markleetrashh

NCT Boyfriend Series! [Boyfriend!Mark]

Kick starting it off with Mark Lee!

*keke so much lowercase, i hope u all don’t scream, under the cut bc it’s long*

boyfriend!nct series masterlist

  • mark would honestly be such a good boyfriend I don’t think you’d understand
  • skip the bit of how he asked you out, that’s irrelevant lol!
  • when you guys first started dating he would be SO SO shy!!!! I cannot explain how shy he would be, like he’d be shy to hold your hand, talk to you in front of members and stuff
  • but when you’re alone he’s a whole different person
  • at first bc he’s shy around the members sometimes, he’d just cuddle you and hold your hand a lot in his room
  • like you’d both just lay on his bed holding hands or he’d lay on your stomach while you both scroll on your phones watching videos and looking at memes
  • then gradually he’d become comfortable to flaunt your relationship around the members
  • i’m tired of ppl saying mark isn’t clingy…HE IS SO CLINGY AROUND DOYOUNG U DON’T UNDERSTAND

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neil talks to andrew about baltimore.

tw for burning, ptsd, panic attacks, torture

neil felt his arms tied behind his back. he wasn’t in the car, wasn’t in any room or any real place. it was just dark. black. he couldn’t see anything, but could feel the tight metal of the hand cuffs scrapping into his wrists. the world was a mindless shape, an empty space.

beside his ear, he heard lola. she whispered cruel nothings beside him, taunting him, torturing him with words. threatening the foxes. threatening his family. she told him what she was going to do to him. 

“i’m going to set your body on fire,” she told him, and he cringed, curling into himself. “i’m going to carve you into pieces.”

and he knew she was not lying because he could feel the fire on his arms, crawling up to his face, flames wrapping around him. he could see the ugly red and orange overlapping his skin. he was crying, begging, pleading as he felt his body boil and burn.

neil woke up in a cold sweat.

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The only thing I wish for is for happiness to come easy.
I wish I was like other people, and I could just get past the negative. I wouldn’t want to cry over the little things and I’d have the motivation to try in school. I’d laugh with my friends more and talk about nothing. But I’m so consumed in sadness that I can’t do anything, I’m just numb and I don’t have the energy to even try and fix it.
—  v.m

Attention by Charlie Puth - Mystic Messenger Ver.

Someone teach me how to stop listening to this song please- Its has been haunting my playlist on the loop for 2 weeks now– The outfit is referenced by Jumin Good Ending and Zen’s normal ending ~ Honestly the dress is really a karma, www

I always got ask(s) from anon EACH TIME I upload a Jumin short comic, saying that I don’t give much attention to Zen. So yeah have this attention (the song title,pun intended), www But more like, my time is limited so I need to be picky on what I want to draw, after all, this is for free and my stress relief so please have some mercy on me too okay;;QAQ

But honestly this song can be related with all MM bois each time the MC resets lol hahaha

Guess I can only upload 1 short comic per week, looking at my slow hands and my other commitment but so little time–
Also JuminZen week is coming, I already got this super cute idea and I can’t wait to work on it too hnghhh wish me luck ! :D

Somebody please grant me a holidays free from my day job orz so I can work on all of these asap aaaaa


Warning: Language, kinda smutty


The day had been miserably hot. On top of that, It was very humid. But what am I to complain about in Hawaii? It’s absolutely gorgeous. What’s the one thing that could make a place like Hawaii 100 times better? My boyfriend Harry.

Yesterday Harry’s good friend Jon Geller got married. It was a very beautiful ceremony. Harry really let loose and had fun, which is really relieving for me because he’s been pretty stressed out lately.

About an hour ago Harry decided to head down to the gym and work out.

“Are ya sure ya don’ wanna come with me to the gym bug?” He asked tying his shoe laces.

“Harry If I go to the gym I’m going to immediately die of heat stroke.” I say sleepily from under the covers.

“If you say so, I’ll be back in a bit.” He says with a light chuckle.

Once he was all ready to go he came over to my side of the bed, kissed my cheek, then left.

That was an hour ago, and it’s only getting hotter by the minute. I wish I could go to the beach to cool off but Harrys exact words were,

“Stay in the room until I get back petal, don’ want the paps gettin’ pictures of ya.”

So instead of going to the beach, I think of another idea.

Quickly I take off my shirt and shorts, leaving me just in my underwear. I stand up from the bed and make my way over to the huge window in the room and open it. Immediately I’m met by the cool morning breeze. The wind on my skin feels amazing.

After a few moments of letting the breeze nibble at my skin, I lye on my stomach on the bed and doze off.

Suddenly I’m awoken by soft kisses on my ass.

I turn my head to the side to look down at harry. He had just gotten out of the shower and had a white towel wrapped lowly around his hips. I let out a small moan just looking at him, He notices that I’m awake and looks up at me with a smirk on his face.

“Good mornin’ my sleepy one.” He dips his head back down and starts kissing the small of my back.

I let out a quiet morning and bite my lip.

Suddenly Harry flips me over and starts biting my hip bones.

“Is daddy making you feel good pet?” He asked moving up to the dip in between my breasts.

Instantly I can feel my panties soak at the name daddy.

I nod my head and run my fingers through his slightly damp curly hair.

All too quickly he stops and looks at me.

“Answer when I speak.” He says running his thumb across my bottom lip.

“Yes.” I say slightly out of breath.

“Yes what?” Harry asks with lust filled eyes.

“Yes Daddy.” I say and slip his thumb into my mouth lightly sucking.

His eyes snap shut and he lets out a shaky breath.

He regains composure and pulls out his thumb from my mouth causing me to let out a whimper.

“I’m in charge okay pet?” He asks moving his head to my neck.

I moan out a yes as he hits a sensitive spot on my neck.

Harry was just about to take the towel off of his body when there was a knock on the door.

“Bloody hell.” Harry mumbles before yelling

“Who is it?”

“It’s Jeff, someone is on the phone for you and you need to talk to them right now.”

“Can it not wait?” He yells running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“If it could wait Harry I wouldn’t be standing in the hall right now, come open this bloody door!” Jeff yells.

Harry looks at me with a desperate and apologetic look.

“Don’t worry it’s fine, I’ll be here when you get back.” I say lightly smiling.

Harry lightly smiles and kisses me quickly on the lips.

“I promise I’ll be back soon, and then I’m all yours.” He says pulling a shirt over his head.

Once he’s dressed he kisses me again and leaves.

What I thought would be a few minute phone call turns into hours and I’m not sure when he’ll be back.

With every hour that passes I get more and more riled up.

All I know is when Harry gets back, he wont be in charge, I will.


Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! If you want a part 2 for this just let me know! I have some good ideas for a part 2…;)

The photo comes up on the screens in front and behind her, and Diana’s heart melts. It’s a photo of Lori wearing a Supergirl costume. The host, the audience, and everybody watching at home can see how utterly happy Diana is to see her daughter by the beautiful smile on her lips.

“So tell us, how does it feel to see her in that costume instead of Wonder Woman’s?” The host asks good-heartedly.

“I mean,” Diana starts, her smile just as bright, “Supergirl is one of her other moms so I’m not taking it personally.” She chuckles. “But I’ll still get her to wear a mini Wonder Woman costume, you’ll see.” Diana says playfully, winking at the host who laughs along with her.

“But how about her other mom, Lena Luthor? She doesn’t wear a costume.”

“No, she doesn’t, you are correct, but Lori has many L-Corp t-shirts and hoodies.” Diana laughs softly.

“You brought a video to share with us, right?” The talk-show host asks. “Could you explain to us what was going on before we show it to the audience?”

“Of course.” Diana’s smile widens, and she sits up straighter. “Kara and I found this t-shirt that says ‘my moms are heroes’ and we couldn’t resist it, we bought it for Lori.

“On the video, Lena is recording us putting the shirt on her, and she asks Lori who’s her favorite hero.”

“That’s an adorable t-shirt! Let’s see what happens.” The host says, and the video starts playing.

It begins exactly how Diana described it; you can hear Lena’s laughter as a three-year-old Lori fussed while Kara tries to put on the shirt over the one Lori is already wearing.

“Stay still for your mom, will you, λίγο φως?” Diana asks on the video, and the audience can see the child freeze like a statue which doesn’t necessarily make things easier, but Kara manages to slip the shirt on.

“What does it say? What does it say???” Lori asks excitedly, making Diana and the host laugh in the studio, although Diana has a look of pure adoration in her eyes.

“It says ‘my moms are heroes’.” Kara replies on the video, and Lori squeals, running around saying, “I love it! I love it!” over and over again.

“Lori? Lori?” Lena’s voice can be heard behind the camera. “Baby, which one of your moms is your favorite hero?”

The child pauses to consider the question, and Diana takes the opportunity to say, “You can’t see it, because she is behind the camera, but Lena was smirking at us. She thought she was just about to start something.”

In the video, the audience can see Lori running toward Lena, getting way too close to the camera, forcing Lena to quickly readjust it. “My favorite hero is you, mama!!!! Because mom and mommy always tell me I wouldn’t be here without your smarts!!!”

The audience “aw’s” in unison, and Diana chuckles lowly. “You should have seen how hard we all cried, especially Lena, of course.”

“I can imagine!” The host says. “So she really had a combination of all of your DNA’s? All three of you?”

“Yes.” There’s a proud smile on Diana’s face.

“That’s astounding!”

“I know! And as Lori said, it wouldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for Lena.”

“But how did she do it?” The host asks curiously, making Diana laugh heartily.

“You would have to invite her over so she could explain the specifics, but using Kryptonian and Amazonian tech and knowledge, plus Lena’s intellect, it was possible.”

“And was it a surprise to you and Kara?”

“Yes! Gods, it was!” Diana chuckles, but there are tears welling up in her eyes. “You know we can’t legally get married here, even though we are married by Amazonian convention, so when we started talking about having kids I just assumed it would be done with ‘men’s technology’, and that one of them would carry the baby since the two of them are the ones legally married here-”

“Does that hurt you? That it’s the two of them in the eyes of the government?”

“Do I wish we could all be married here? Yes. Does it pain me or cause any jealousy? Absolutely not. Our relationship is stronger than that.” Diana says with an easy smile.

The host makes an impressed face, and the audience laughs. “Alright, most of us can’t figure out how to make a two-person marriage work, but okay.” She chuckles. “But carry on, you were talking about Lena.”

“Yes, so I thought it would be done that way, with a donor, IVF, and one of them would carry it to term, but Lena had her secret plan.” Diana grins. “She found a way to combine our DNA’s and dispense the male donor.”

“How did you react when Lena broke the news to you?”

Diana looks almost as stunned by the question as she likely did on that very day. She blushes slightly, smoothing her palms over her thighs. “I… did not believe her, at first. Though I know her too well to think she would joke about something like THAT with me. I…” She pauses, reaching to discretely wipe the corner of her eye with her pinky. “Children are…. something sacred to my people. We, as you have likely heard, do not have them. So this meant so much not just for me, but for my Mothers, and my sisters…. and though I would have happily carried a child of just the two of them, the fact that she not only found a way to include me, but that.. they wished to do so. It was likely the best moment of my life.”

“We’re very happy for you and your family, and thank you for sharing Lori’s story with us, but before you go, we have a little surprise for you.” An assistant comes out with four shirts, one for each member of the family, including a tiny one for Lori, and he hands them over to Diana. “Our production came up with a mash of all your symbols.” The host explains, and Diana unfolds a shirt to see the resulted symbol at the same time as it is shown on the screens for the audience to see.

Hugging the shirts tightly, Diana thanks the host profusely as the show’s theme song starts playing and the camera zooms out to go to their commercial break.

{{written with the help of the wonderful @i-am-diana-of-themyscira }}
Ties That Bind Us

Part 2:
Lance fell out of the healing pod a day later with one hell of a headache.
Allura was waiting for him a look of concern on her face. “Lance…” she bit her lip seeming to change her mind “how do you feel?”
Lance shrugged as casually as he could. “Not a headache I suppose.”
“That would be the leftover effects of the concussion. Though your longer in danger it will likely hurt for a few minutes more.”
An awkward silence hung in the air, nether wanting to be the next to speak.
“Look Lance about your farther.”
Lance held up his hand to silence her. “I don’t want to talk about it… not with you at least.”
For a second Allura’s features showed hurt and Lance felt a stab of guilt.
“I just mean… if I’m going talk to anyone it should be Keith right? I mean he’s kinda already gone through finding out he’s not all human.” Lance said quickly.
“Oh… yes I suppose that makes sense. I did not tell them, I didn’t believe it was my place to tell your fellow Paladins. But I couldn’t keep it from Coran.” Allura admitted shamefully.
“I understand, I mean he has a right to know what happened to his son… I’ll talk to him too ok… I promise.” Lance gave her a shaky smile as he left the infirmary heading straight to Keith’s room.
It was late when quite knock woke Keith up. He glared at the noise having just fallen asleep only minutes before.
“What!” He snapped opening the door ready to make who ever it was wish they had never been born.
However when the door slid open and Lance was standing there looking at feet shyly. “We need to talk…” he said so quietly that Keith almost missed it.
“Erm… sure come on in.” Keith stepped aside allowing the blue paladin to enter and take a seat on the edge of his bed.
“So what’s going on?” Keith asked as he awkwardly joined him on the bed.
“I just found out my dad Altean…”
Keith was silent for a moment “your d-dads what?” He asked his mind having just been blown by that simple statement.
“Yeah apparently the original blue paladin was my dad, he ended up meeting my mama somehow and well… guess I’m not just a boy from Cuba. I’m not even just a boy from earth.” Lance’s voice broke with emotion and Keith didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around him pulling team mate into his arms.
“shhh it’s ok it’s going to ok.” Keith whispered as he stroked Lance’s hair. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, that you feel caught between two worlds, but this doesn’t change who you are. You Lance, human or Altean, he’ll you could be a robot for all I care. Your still you and your still amazing.”
Lance sniffed looking up at him as he wipe his eyes on his sleeve.
“Thanks… glad I can remember this bonding moment.”
Keith responded by blushing bright red and stuttering for a moment.
Lance started laughing quickly followed by Keith.
The two just sat there laughing for a while just letting the weight of the universe and their heritages slip away, even if it was just for a moment.
Then the moment ended and Lance got up to leave.
He hovered at the door for a moment before grabbing Keith by the shirt and pulling him into a kiss.
Lance stepped away just as flustered as Keith was. “Oh by the way Coran’s my grandfather.”
Lance grinned at Keith’s shocked expression as the door slid shut.
However soon as the door was closed the smile slipped away as he slowly made his way towards the control room, knowing now was the best time to confront Coran.
No matter how much he didn’t want to.