and everyone else interested

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

I know there’s been a million posts about this but being a lesbian is so fundamentally alienating because the vast majority of cultural products are by men for men about men and lesbians are literally the only group of people who have no interest in men at all because everyone else is either attracted to men or is a man themselves or both…so you grow up in society hyperfocused on something that you alone out of all your peers have absolutely no stake or interest in, unable to relate to both art/media/fiction and your own peers

I’ve always asked myself why out of all ages, 18 and 21 were considered the adult ages legally. The ages always seemed kind of random. I’d also like to add age 28 since it’s usually an age where people go through their midlife crisis and truly turn into an adult by societal standards.

However, when you’re 18, you go through a nodal return. During this period of time, the transiting North Node will be conjunct to your natal North Node. You get a taste of what you’re meant to do. It’s a call to grow up. However, you still have the choice to stay childish… But now, you have an awareness that your childhood is fading away.

You hit a Saturn square when you’re around 20-21. With Saturn squares, it can be a harsh reality check. You can feel as if the world is slapping you in the face. It’s not only a call for you to grow up, but to prepare to survive in the world. You’re not quite shoved 100% into the world yet, but you now know that you will be eventually.

When you turn 28-29, you are finally pushed into the real world completely. You are thrown into the abyss, and you are forced to work with things you aren’t familiar with. Everything you’ve been familiar with may be taken away because now, you must create strength within yourself and with nothing else. After all, you’re facing your Saturn Return around this time.

Who cries the least?

Of the four main characters on Steven Universe, it’s pretty obvious that Steven and Pearl cry pretty frequently. Steven’s a sensitive meatball and he’s a child, and Pearl is … let’s just say emotional and a little fragile. But most people who haven’t watched carefully would probably assume Garnet cries the least since she’s basically the poster child for stoicism. But that isn’t true.

Amethyst cries the least.

That isn’t to say Amethyst isn’t emotional. Garnet is certainly the least outwardly emotive, and many of Amethyst’s negative emotions manifest in outbursts of anger–being loud, being destructive, lashing out. She just doesn’t accompany her breakdowns with tears most of the time.

Let’s take a look here. Obviously there have been times when everyone’s losing it and there are tears, like at the end of “Bubbled”:

(And we won’t talk about this one because it’s “Say Uncle”)

But it’s interesting that sometimes when everyone else is turning on the water works, Amethyst’s eyes are dry.

In “So Many Birthdays” Pearl cried rivers, Garnet had a little trickle going, but Amethyst was just redirecting her frustration onto Garnet because she didn’t know how to fix Steven.

Most of the time Garnet cries when she’s worried about someone else.

And sometimes she might just be crying behind those glasses when we don’t know. There’s even evidence of it once in a while.

But time and time again, Amethyst has good reasons to be very emotional and yet she stops short before crying. She redirects herself into angry outbursts or collapses into sullenness. Consistently.

Big emotional moments for Amethyst include “Tiger Millionaire” (no tears):

… “An Indirect Kiss” (no tears):

… “Maximum Capacity” (no tears that we see anyway):

… “Reformed” (no tears): 

… and “Cry For Help” (no tears).

Of course, “Cry For Help” was also a big deal for Garnet, and she had an angry outburst there too:

But then in the next episode, she’s so conflicted over her internal struggle that she becomes even more silent than usual, with Ruby’s intense emotion being chilled with Sapphire’s fatalistic denial, and once it’s too much for her, she doesn’t cry … but they do.

In contrast, Amethyst has an arc with multiple episodes leading up to her feeling more and more damaged and worthless, hating her nature and her limited abilities, but she doesn’t cry until she’s FINALLY pushed to the brink in “Earthlings.”

“What was I supposed to look like?”

“You didn’t need me at all.”

“Busy making egg salad.”

“Now I’m the worst Crystal Gem.”

“You almost won with a rock!”

“So it’s true… .”

“Us worst Gems stick together, right?”

But besides this, of course, Amethyst did have the one notable emotional outburst that came with tears. And that’s “On the Run.” She went through sarcastic mocking, sullenness, and literal violence before she got to the point that she could cry, but she did get there. And then cried for approximately the entire last two minutes of the episode.

Amethyst can cry. It’s just that other responses come more readily, and she defaults to those before tears finally come. Garnet, though … Garnet doesn’t cry easily, but crying doesn’t seem to happen for her only when she’s been through everything else. And that makes sense, because she’s got to have all that emotion Ruby has in there somewhere, and it’s not just anger we’re talking about. Ruby is extremely demonstrative with her emotions, including love and joy, even though she can really only focus on one at a time. As manifested in Garnet, Sapphire doesn’t hold Ruby’s emotion in check; she just modifies how it is expressed. It’s still there. Garnet is the feeling between them. She even says so in a song. 

I’d be willing to bet she gets teary-eyed behind her shades more often than we’d ever know.

You know who’s only cried once, though? Peridot.

You know who never cries? Lapis.

The Train - Part Three

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4500

Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.

“I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.

Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says.

“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”

“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.

Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.

“Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.

Part one Part Two

Y/N was fifteen when she first realized that what she felt wasn’t normal.

Y/N grew up in a big family, and she was the middle child, so no one really focused in on her. Her parents focused on getting her older siblings into college and the youngest what they needed, forgetting about Y/N. It seemed like she was invisible in her house hold, and she knew it. It had taken her parents a little over two weeks to realize Y/N ran away one summer. Y/N got away with a lot, since no one bothered to ask how she was feeling.

When Y/N turned seventeen she got her first job, and with her money she bought everything in the color yellow. Y/N hated the color yellow, but yellow meant happiness and she had convinced herself that if she wore it enough, looked at it enough, she would be as happy as the sun.

Y/N hated the way she felt, and she wanted no one to ever feel the way she felt. So she tried helping others, baking for them, laughing with them, taking them out, spending time with them, anything she could to make them feel happy. She believed if they were happy, if she could make others happy, she would eventually become happy herself, but it didn’t work that way.

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If the planets were high school students
  • Sun:
  • -probably a theater kid
  • -has to outdo everybody in everything
  • -takes self way too seriously
  • Moon:
  • -cries at school
  • -never speaks in class
  • -stays home "sick" a lot
  • Mercury:
  • -the sole reason the teacher has to say, "be quiet"
  • -able to take an interest in any subject no matter how boring everyone else thinks it is
  • -probably the first one to finish assignments
  • Venus:
  • -tries their best to be drama free
  • -kind of bland but not unpleasant to be around
  • -nice to everyone regardless of their opinion, which you'll never know for sure
  • Mars:
  • -plays 5 sports
  • -wants to succeed but motivation is sporadic
  • -unnecessarily edgy and pushes their body to the limit
  • Jupiter:
  • -gets straight a's without studying
  • -tries too hard to be positive then crashes and burns
  • -gets philosophical about everything they learn, probably even about math
  • Saturn:
  • -actually has a plan for their future
  • -gets good grades and deserves them
  • -too mature for everyone else
  • Uranus:
  • -class clown
  • -no pride in their school whatsoever
  • -probably watches anime in class
  • Neptune:
  • -everyone thinks they've got it all together but they absolutely do not
  • -who are they???
  • -creative and confused
  • Pluto:
  • -must know everything about everyone
  • -their agenda consists of talking shit and spilling tea
  • -unnecessarily mysterious and unreachable

@ all you bookworms

here’s just a friendly reminder that your love for reading isn’t defined by what you like to read, how you like to read, or how much you read!

you’re still cool no matter what genres you like or don’t like.

you’re still cool if you prefer ebooks to paper books (or vice versa).

you’re still cool if you get your books from the library rather than buying them.

you’re still cool if you read books no one has ever heard of rather than popular best sellers.

you’re still cool if you don’t have picture perfect book shelves.

and you’re still cool if you don’t read as many books as other people are reading.

reading isn’t a competition. it isn’t about doing what everyone else may be doing, it’s about finding books that interest you and taking enjoyment from reading them. you don’t have to like what other people like or do what they do, you just have to keep doing you and whatever makes you happy.

everyone else: complex and interesting relationship to femininity/masculinity and different lesbian identity labels
me: girl pretty….me gay….

Am I the only one who desperately wants to see this

And I really want to know whether he was genuinely crying, maybe over his mom’s death, or if he was just trying to fool everyone else and make them pity him. It’s such an interesting panel that I hadn’t really noticed before.

A crying Sangwoo feels so bizarre, I can’t even imagine it.

a lot of things honestly get equated to “cringe” when a lot of kids enjoy them and i think it’s really important to realize that kids are allowed to enjoy things too… i know a lot of young kids who really like minecraft, five nights, bendy, undertale, and the more distant angry birds and similar stuff very passionately just because they’re fun for them (even if they’re fleeting interests, we all have plenty of those!) and honestly, i find it very nice that kids can just say a game like one of those and be able to find merch and items all over the place for it and be able to tell their family members things they actually ENJOY instead of getting stock ‘pink for girls and blue for boys’ stuff from them and i like that these things are very accessible and not limited to ‘collectors’ stuff, relatively cheap and easy to digest. 

like listen. growing up, we were not that different and our interests were just as silly to everyone else when we were growing up. when i was younger i had a deviantart FILLED with DC super heroes stuff and disney junior tv show art and i had all these OCs, i read stories about characters i like because i liked them, i had all the weird shit that i was passionate about out there for everyone to see… and i don’t think it’s fair that all of us who have and absolutely still do have our weird interest are picking on kids for enjoying things we don’t personally get or think are dumb or whatever. 

we were once those kids and a lot of us still have bizarre as hell interests that would be weird to a lot of other people. and like, if there’s nothing inherently wrong with it, i don’t see why indie creators CAN’T release game after game when they make money off of it because of all these younger people just really being into it. 

kids don’t really have a concept of shit being ‘dumb’ if it has like 6 short sequel games. if they like something they just like it. idk. it’s not that big of a deal! 

It’s nearing the end of his second year when suddenly rumors pop up about how Headmaster Dumbledore had convinced someone famous to visit for Career Day. Charlie didn’t pay much mind to the excited whispers and loud debates about who the famous wizard - because wizard not witch is the only thing that everyone seemed to agree on - visiting was and what job they’d be talking about.

“Maybe it’s Mad-Eye Moody,” Charlie had said when his roommates had asked him, starting an argument about whether the Auror was considered ‘famous’ or not.

They found out he was wrong on a Monday - because even though it was called Career Day, it usually spanned over the time of a week due to the guests’ hectic schedules - when a woman called Amelia Bones, Senior Auror she introduced herself, came to represent the DMLE. The talk of potential job prospects - and the electives and grades they’d have to get to be accepted - at the DMLE was followed by a very stern lecture on the consequences of disobeying the law that morphed into the presentations of other Ministry workers.

Ministry Monday, his roommates had called it.

(Really, Charlie was just pleased to see his dad for a bit - sure some of the jobs seemed interesting, certainly they were important, but-…)

Tuesday consisted of the residents of Hogsmede making the trip up to Hogwarts to talk about the jobs there, from things like working at the Three Broomsticks to crafts like carpentry. Wednesday consisted of several people from Diagon Alley showing up such as Madam Malkin who spoke of creating clothing and running a self-own shop to a Gringotts employee who spoke of the kind of work that goblins would have you do - something Bill was so interested in that he skipped classes just to visit (and drag Charlie along) the room the employee had set up shop in.

The most interesting thing about Wednesday, though, had to be when he wandered into the Daily Prophet’s designated room by accident and, within minutes, watched as the wizard talking about the wonders of journalism was hounded by a seventh year witch named Rita Skeeter about a job post-graduation.

Thursday, really, was tame given it was the Hogwarts staff whom took time to speak about their jobs in their free time - Charlie quite liked following Hagrid about as the man showed the tasks he did for the school. Feeding the Giant Squid and help grooming the Hippogriffs who decided to make their home on the grounds was very interesting and, while everyone else made fun of the time he’d 'wasted’ following Hagrid around for the day, Grounds Keeper seemed to be the most interesting job he’d heard about so far.

Friday came and with it the farther flung people, such as a Potioneer who came from Brazil to speak and a professional Broom Racer who’d gotten fifth place in the European Relay, along with Whispers about the 'famous’ person.

Wrote one of the textbooks - Care of Magical Creatures, Charlie heard during breakfast by a group of passing Ravenclaws.

Slytherins, when he was trailing them to listen to the Potioneer, muttered, Works with animals - oh, the shame his family must have felt!

Don’t see how it’s famous, a roommate complained to him at lunch, Sure he wrote a book but it’s a textbook and it’s about animals - it’s nothing interesting like an Auror or the racer!

“He was a Hufflepuff too!” a Hufflepuff said to her friend as they exited a room, “Really, he’s quite nice and his work seems interesting but…I don’t think it’s for me.”

Charlie paused to look at the room the pair had exited, it was empty save for an older wizard who smiled when he saw him, “Oh, hello. Are you lost?”

I was just passing by, was on the tip of his tongue but something - maybe it was the various dismissals of the man’s work he’d heard throughout the day, maybe it was how easily the man assumed that his coming was a mistake - had Charlie shaking his head and going further into the room. “No,” he said instead, “I wanted to learn more.”

“Oh, well, Magizoology isn’t a very popular - or, uh, lucrative - field, not like being an Auror or Quidditch Player.” the man started hesitantly, almost like he expected Charlie to turn around and leave at once. Charlie took a seat. “But, in my years, I’ve never once found it boring.”

Never be unkind, his mother had told them and it was the reason why he entered the room. It wasn’t the reason he stayed, though.

No, that was all genuine interest in what the man - Charlie really wished he’d asked the wizard his name but it seemed kind of awkward to ask now, besides the wizard was talking about a Thunderbird named Frank of all things - was saying. It was like the time spent with Hagrid, except more because the moment with the Giant Squid and the Hippogriffs were fleeting because there were so many other things to being a Grounds Keeper the animal care but this - Magizoology - was all about the animals.

A mention of his time yesterday with the Hippogriffs had the man launching into an excited tangent about the Hippogriff herd - “Though sometimes you’ll hear a group referred to as a 'flock’ but seeing as the horse half of them are the more social bit, it’s commonly agreed that a group is a herd.” the man said - and how it had originated from the wizard’s family’s own herd. Apparently, a group of younger Hippogriffs decided they wanted to try making their own herd and, in an effort to keep the groups from fighting in territorial disputes and from the new herd from being endangered, were relocated to Hogwarts.

Then, the wizard started talking about dragons.

This, Charlie knew deep in his bones as surely as he had known he was a wizard, this is what I want to do when I grow up.

It was startling when Professor McGonagall interrupted them just when they were about to debate if the Horned Serpent might be related to the Hungarian Horntail by way of a common ancestor, “Mr. Weasley, your brother has been looking for you since you missed dinner - it’s past curfew.”

“Oh,” Charlie hunched slightly because he just knew Bill was going to lecture him about not taking proper care of himself. If he was lucky, he’d manage to convince his brother not to owl their mother about him 'starving’ himself - again.

“He’s not in trouble, I hope," the man said hurriedly, "It was really my fault, I lost track of time-”

Professor McGonagall glanced at the papers strewn about - at some point they’d both wound up sitting on the floor as the wizard spread out notes and sketches of creatures to emphasize a point - and said, in a very even voice that made him flush, “So I see.”

It was somewhat relieving to see that the wizard wasn’t immune to Professor McGonagall’s tone, looking rather abashed as he returned the papers with a wave of his wand.

“And no, Mr. Weasley’s not in trouble since, I suppose, he didn’t technically break a rule seeing as he had adult supervision the entire time,” she said, then looked at him sternly, “That being said, it is time for him to go to bed - I will escort you back to Gryffindor tower.”

“It was nice meeting you, I really enjoyed talking to you.” Charlie said, then blurted, “But I never got your name.”

The wizard blinked then laughed, smiling and answering once he calmed, “Newt - my name is Newt Scamander and the pleasure was all mine.”

One Day

Category: M/M

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Relationships: Klance - Relationship, sheith

Characters: Keith (Voltron) Lance (Voltron) Shiro (Voltron) Pidge | Katie Holt Hunk (Voltron)

Words: 2134

Warnings : Self harm, Suicide

One day whether you
are 14,
Or 65

The hand on the clock slowly ticked, as the students in the classroom waited anxiously for class to end. Lance’s eyes watched the teacher as he passed back the most recent test, Lance felt he did great on this test. The teacher placed his test on his desk and Lance smile brightly at the marks displayed on his paper, all his studying had finally paid off.

He turned in his chair towards Keith and held his paper up, sticking his tongue out as he did so. Keith only smirked and held up his paper, which held a higher score than Lance’s. Lance pouted at Keith and turned back around in his chair. The bell rang, dismissing class for the day, and Lance made his way toward Keith.

“I’ll score better than you on the next test, so watch your back mullet” Lance boasted, crossing his arms.

Keith scoffed and looked up at Lance, “You wouldn’t have scored that high if I hadn’t helped you study” Keith reminded, zipping up his backpack. He stood up with a swift motion and made his way towards the door.

“Well, I’ll do better next time without your help studying” Lance replied, walking up next to Keith, who simply rolled his eyes and continued to walk. Lance was about to say something until he felt someone give him a slight shove towards Keith. He quickly balanced himself before bumping into the other boy, looking over he saw Pidge standing there with a small smirk on her face, with Hunk standing next to her.

“C'mon you guys! Just touch already so it will be official!” Pidge whined, making Lance chuckle. He looked at his wrist to see a letter H inked into his skin, Keith had one that looked exactly the same, except with the letter E. Soul mates, their wrists were marked with the last letter of their soulmates name, and once you made physical contact with your soul mate the name on your wrist would be complete.

“Don’t say that, we might not even be soul mates!” Lance argued, stepping away from Keith.

“Well then why not test it? It won’t hurt to try, and I can’t handle this suspense!” Pidge countered. Lance felt differently though, if Keith wasn’t his soulmate it would hurt a lot. The slight chance Keith wasn’t his soulmate was why Lance kept his distance and never tried to see if they were soulmates.

“You’ll never convince him Pidge, let it go” Hunk said, setting a hand on Pidge’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Hunk” Lance said, making Pidge groan in annoyance, before walking away, Hunk on her heels.

You will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

Keith had made such a big impact on Lances life, sure he called him his rival but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t mind being his soulmate. Lance felt close to Keith, Keith had been there for him through many challenges in his life, always finding something to say to make him feel better. While Lance made it appear they were rivals, there was a deeper, closer connection they shared. Keith made Lance a better person, taunting Lance and making him try harder so he would become better. It seemed odd but they made it work, and Lance was grateful to have him in his life. Lance followed Keith out of the building, they lived in the same neighborhood, so they walked home together very often.

“Man, school is so tiring. We should go out for ice cream this weekend” Lance offered, looking towards Keith, who looked back at him.

“Sure, why not” He said with a shirt of the shoulders. Lance smiled and threw his arms behind his head as they walked. Lance opened his mouth again but froze as his eyes lingered toward the upcoming crosswalk, a car was zooming quickly towards a man crossing the street, and the car looked like it had no intention of slowing down.

“Look out!” Lance shouted at the man, but the man had his earbuds in, making it impossible for Lance to warn him of the danger coming at him. Keith reacted quickly, reaching out for the mans arm and pulling him back onto the sidewalk. In his movements Keith had bumped into Lance, but they were both too focused on the man to realize it.

“Are you okay?” Keith asked the man, who still looked shocked from his near death experience.

The man stiffly nodded, “I think I’ll be fine” He replied. After his response Keith was quiet, his eyes lingering to his wrist, and then to the mans wrists. Lance looked over and saw the names etched onto the others skin, making him stop as he looked down at his own. There on Lances wrist was Keith’s name,

“I, I think we’re soulmates” The man said, making Keith stiffly nod at him. Lance watched with tears eyes as they interacted, how was this possible. Lance blinked away his tears and made his way towards the two. They really were soulmates, and Lance didn’t know what to do, because he was Keith’s soulmate too.

“I’m Takakshi Shirogane, but I prefer to be called Shiro” The man introduced, making Keith smile.

“Keitn” He replied simply. Lance stood silently, a blank look on his face. This could t be happening, this really couldn’t be happening. Keith looked over at Lance, and he made a forced smile towards Keith.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to get acquainted then” Lance said dully, flashing Keith another quick before walking across the crosswalk towards his how. Lances head fell as the tears finally escaped his eyes.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth you will
ever come to find-

Lance slammed the door to his room shut, dumping his bag on the floor as he fell on his bed. Tears continued to fall down his face as he clutched a pillow close to his chest, why had this happened to him? Lance dug his fingers into the name etched on his wrist, wanting it to just go away. His thoughts became overbearing, echoing through his mind, tainting him. Lances breathing began to pick up and more tears fell down his cheeks, his nails still digging into the name that covered his wrists.

He picked his head up from the pillow and looked at his marred wrist, a clenching feeling in his gut overcame him as he pulled down his sleeve. The aching in his chest wouldn’t go away, why wouldn’t go away? Lance let his head fall back onto his pillow and closed his eyes, a few tears escaping before he fell into a deep slumber.

Lance had avoided Keith at school, turning to go In the other direction when he saw Keith. Every time Lance saw him his heart clenched, and everything in his body seemed to stop working. Lance knew he could never look at Keith the same again, which made his heart hurt even more.

Lance spun around when he heard Hunk call out his name, “Lance! Buddy, are you joining us for lunch, Keith is introducing his soulmate to everyone” Hunk asked, standing a few feet from Lance.

Lance thought for a moment, “uh, I was actually heading home, I haven’t been feeling well” He lied, Hunk frowned and put a hand on his shoulder.

“If you need to talk, you can come to me, okay?” Hunk said, staring Lance in the eyes.

Lance smiled, “Of course, buddy” He replied, giving Hunk one last smile before walking away. Lance slowed his pace as he walked past the cafeteria, his group of friends gathered around Keith and his soulmate. Keith looked happy as his soulmate spoke, everyone else looked interested. Lance sadly smile and walked out of the building, the feeling in his chest returning.

Lance ran as fast as his legs could carry him, he didn’t want to be near the Shiro guy, the guy who had ruined his life. Seeing how everyone had been towards Keith’s soulmate made something within Lance snap. He opened the door to his house with force and ran straight to his room, slamming his door.

Lances breathing picked up and he slid to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. Choked sobs left his mouth as tears streamed down his tanned cheeks. He was thinking, thinking of all the bad things he had done, all of the mistakes he made, his faults and weaknesses, trying to figure out what he had done to deserve this. He felt regret curl up in his chest, maybe if he had just figured out he and Keith were soulmates sooner, then maybe, just maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe if Lance had been a better person, then maybe it would have turned out different.

Lance clutched his head and let out another sob. He hated the idea of soulmates, he hated that he was doomed to be alone for the rest of his life, he hated whoever decided that Keith had to be his soulmate, and most of all, he hated himself. The voice in his head said it didn’t matter, that it was too late, and that thought just made Lance cry harder.

He despised the letters inked on his skin. Nail marks weren’t a sufficient way of removing them. In his misery hazed mind, one idea popped up. Lance scavenged for a sharp metal object. As he grabbed the handle of the closest one, the blade’s gleam that reflected his tormented expression. Its razor-sharp edge guaranteed to do the job.

Every muscle in his body told him to stop, but the thought whirling around in his head overcame them. At first, he gently pricked the letter, a bead of crimson exuding from the wound. When that failed to erase it, he slashed the first letter in half. Scarlet liquid trickled down his arms but the ink didn’t fade. For a while, he just let his life liquid fall like the tears from his face.

The letters sneered at him and his failed attempt to get rid of them. The copper smell filled his nostrils, but it was the hematic liquid mixed with the black ink which burned his eyes and sickened him. Lance fumbled for some cloth to clot the injury. He bandaged the wound tightly and got rid of any evidence of his self-harm. At least this gave him something to do other than sob. With his wrist treated, he was forced to let the negativity consume him, no longer having the power to keep it at bay.

He let more tears fall as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through the contacts and stopping at a certain name, Keith. Lance hesitated before clicking on the message button, his fingers slowly typed out his short message before pressing send.

‘I’m sorry’

Lance wiped his tears away before leaving his room, walking into the bathroom he opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing a bottle of his siblings medication. Lance entered his room again and picked up his phone, a frown forming on his lips.

‘For what?’

The message lit up his screen as he struggled to stop his tears, he was alone again. Keith and a soulmate now, he didn’t need Lance. Some say that a life without a soulmate was horrendous and empty; therefore a life where your soulmate is snatched away by someone else must not be worth living. Lance couldn’t live with the feeling in his chest every time he saw Keith, or every time he glanced down at his wrist. His life wasn’t worth it, he didn’t want to be alone. Lance popped the lid of the pills open, his hands shaking as he dumped a good handful on his hand.

Lance let another choked sob escape his throat, he was destined to be alone, the meaning of life seemed pointless to Lance now. He tossed the handful of pills into his mouth and swallowed thickly, coughing as they slipped down his throat. Lance clutched his phone to his chest as he slid down to the floor, his head throbbed as the pills settled in.

Dizziness took over and lance felt more tears slide down his cheeks, his breathing got slower as it became more difficult to intake the air he needed. Lance shakily typed something on his phone, feeling himself about to lose conciseness. His fingers hit the send button and Lance let his phone fall to the ground.

‘For falling in love with you’

Lance looked up towards the ceiling as black dots swarmed his vision, he chuckled when he heard his phone ding. Before he could respond his vision faded to black.

Is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives with.

New Voltron AU

So sometime around November 2016 I came up with three Voltron AUs (I’m just sharing one because reasons)(and only because @futureblackpaladin made some art). One of them happened to be an Atlantis: The Lost Empire AU so now I’m sharing it in all it’s terribleness so enjoy

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  • i didn't do all the clans because shhh
  • Vampires: daylight savings is dumb as hell, who looks directly at the sun and says i want more of this for later, nobody does it
  • Camarilla: i don't want to throw anyone under the bus here unless they are my enemy or betrayer or if it will help me get where i'm going faster
  • Sabbat: if history has taught us anything i dont plan to learn it
  • Anarchs: if anyone tries to tell you your dreams are unachievable just remember i have crashed my dirt bike into all 7 wonders of the world
  • Inconnu: tired of trying to figure out how to solve problems? try simply ignoring them forever instead
  • Assamites: stop being so defensive i am just trying to hit you with weapons
  • Brujah: i feel like if people respected me for the sheer stupidity of my actions i would get a lot more respect
  • Cappadocians: if anyone needs me i'll be dead in my grave
  • Followers of Set: archaeologists have found hieroglyphs on the wall of a hidden chamber inside king tut's tomb that confirms he was a damn bitch
  • Gangrel: people out of the know refer to death as a 'dirt nap' when in fact you can go to sleep on some dirt any time you want
  • Giovanni: honestly now that i have it this throne of human skulls is crazy uncomfortable to sit on
  • Lasombra: i don't "say what we are all thinking" because my thoughts are always far more important and more interesting than everyone elses
  • Malkavian: being thinking about a lot of things lately and have decided thoughts are a waste of time
  • Nosferatu: in today's and all other time's housing market, a dirt cave is the best place to live
  • Ravnos: jewelry making tip; a simple can of gold spraypaint can turn a chicken nugget into a gold nugget
  • Toreador: yeah i looked both ways before crossing the street, i looked both 'handsome' and 'radiant', too bad i got hit by that car
  • Tremere: unsure of what to study? learn magic spells instead, its easy
  • Tzimisce: problem solving skills are well regarded but where is the respect for the problem creators such as myself
  • Ventrue: "everything isn't always about you" i know that's why i don't care about anything
  • BONUS~ those crazy-ass fishman vampires: no song about living on land is as convincing as 'under the sea' is about living on the ocean floor

anonymous asked:

to kind of go off the break up post, could you write headcanons for the rfa + v and saeran who had their heart broken fairly recently by their ex, but they meet mc and she helps them get over their exes and heal their wounds ??

☆ ̄(>。☆)


- It was so hard for him to trust anyone, let alone women.

- All the women he knew now were just wanting him for his money. Maybe a few for his looks, but nothing for him. They never tried to get to know him, just assumed from rumors or press.

- He didn’t want them to know him.

- He hated having lunch with his father when a new woman was hanging around with him. Kissing in front of him, saying weirdly flirtatious things that should just be reserved for his father, if anyone.

- He hated, hated, hated, when his father left the women with him while he went somewhere else for a moment. His blood would freeze, his heart would threaten to burst out of his damn chest as he waited for what they would say, what they would do.

- Gross comment about his single life, once or twice an inappropriate pass. If they tried touching him he was gone, running home like a scared child.

-He’d lock himself in his penthouse, his bedroom, struggling to calm down with Elizabeth 3rd in his arms.

- The women were worse when he was a child, and he never understood that. Never understood why the memories would attack him so harshly each time his father had a new girlfriend. 

- Was he scared? Scared of the women trying to advance sexually towards him? But he was an adult, he could say no.

- When you started showing affection towards him, he was scared. He was so scared. He would never admit it. He wasn’t supposed to have such feelings. That’s what everyone had told him as he grew up.

- But you prompted him to share emotions, just like Rika did.

- Rika who teased him with relationship possibilities, who teased treating him right.

- Rika, who nearly drove him and his best friend away from each other with her sneakiness.

- As far as he knew, V never found out about the way she mused her and Jumin being together. But he was so scared V somehow resented him for her musings. 

- He didn’t want to lose the only friend he had. He didn’t want you to mess up his life, to give him more nightmares and threads.

- But you were so much kinder. More willing to listen, more willing to let him work through his emotions rather than forcing him to show them. He didn’t know how, but he was slowly losing his threads.

- When the two of you officially got together, about a month later, he finally opened up about what happened to him. When you cried, but still did your best supporting him and offering any way to help, that’s when he knew he never had to be scared of you.


- He could be anyone. Knight in shining armour? Badass punk? He could and would do it. Playing the big brother to make a friend happy? Playing the romantic fool to get the girl?

- He’s done it, and he would do it again.

- He grew up being told how he wasn’t good enough, how he would never be good enough. Since he was blessed with the skill of acting, why not use that to his advantage?

- Had he used his skill for romance? Certainly. To woo a certain girl or two? Yep.

- But each relationship would always fail, always, because he would end up heartbroken when they saw through the ruse.

- Saw how pathetic he was.

- No one could love him for himself. Not his fans, not Jaehee, not anyone.

- So when you started flirting back with him, he was scared and excited. So excited because he would finally be given the attention he craved so much, the sweetness he wanted to hoard to himself.

- But scared because he knew you would leave him once he couldn’t keep the rude up forever.

- He thought you were attach him to certain roles he did, expect him to act like ___ from the ____ play. 

- But you never watched his stuff? He was a little offended but…He was still excited. Did this mean he didn’t have to act for you?

- He didn’t count on it. But when you met him and kept asking about his past, about himself, and not his career, he was just…So happy. He kept it hidden, and kept it safe, but he was so happy.

- As the relationship progressed, and you started becoming close to him for who he really was, he just couldn’t describe how thankful he was to have met someone like you.

- Someone who could appreciate him for himself, to make him feel less pathetic, less disgusting.

- Without any acting, he was finally good enough for someone. He didn’t care if it was just one person, as long as that person was you.


- Romance was difficult.

- She didn’t have the time, the emotional range half the time. She couldn’t waste her energy on it.

- Since her parents left, she was constantly having to prove herself, take care of herself, be the best that she could be to be able to support herself.

- The first time someone confessed to her, she had no idea what do to other than thank them. It never progressed further than that.

- But after some mocking, the next time someone confessed she accepted it.

- Usually couples were able to support each other, right? They were able to help each other and be there emotionally, right?

- How come she could never open up to any of them? Share her feelings, the depression eating her up inside, the constant weight she had on her shoulders. Why was it so difficult?

- Her first relationship was a failure. The second was only slightly better.

- They were older, able to explore the more adult sides of a relationship. But she never would expect she would be taken advantage of sexually, rather than emotionally.

- She was just…bland. There were others so much better looking than her. She didn’t understand how she was just being used as some plaything.

- That relationship didn’t last long. Long enough to leave scars, but not long enough to make new ones.

- When you came along, started supporting her, she was so conflicted. You were so much nicer than everyone else, so much kinder, willing to talk to her about her interests rather than blow them away.

- You were wanting to be friends?

- But her emotions felt deeper than friendship. She couldn’t place them, she didn’t know how to because she didn’t want to compare her feelings to her past failed relationships.

- One night after the two of you had closed down the shop one night, you both had a strange very late discussion. For some reason the early hours of the morning made her open up more.

- For some reason she mentioned her past relationships.

- When you hugged her and kissed her cheek, explaining none of it was her fault, she cried for the first time in years.


- He never counted the first girl he had been with as his girlfriend, and luckily no one ever found out about it.

- It was just some girl on the same sever as him. They ended up privately talking and they found out they went to the same school.

- It didn’t take long for them to find each other, start trying to hang out, start becoming closer.

- But it was going so fast. He wasn’t ready like she was, he wasn’t ready for something so serious; not when he wasn’t even sure of his own feelings.

- The casual hangouts turned into her flirting with him, belittling him for not having a lot of experience, egging him on to try to be flirtatious with her.

- And if he tried she would just always laugh at him.

- Somehow, he didn’t even know how, but he started having feelings for her. But he couldn’t place it as love, or lust, just wanting to prove himself, prove that he wasn’t such a child like she insisted.

- One night she promised a relationship. He didn’t know how to react, but she reacted for him, dragging him into a make-out.

- She was gross, so so gross. Saliva was everywhere, she wouldn’t stop rubbing against him, and he just couldn’t think right.

- Wasn’t it supposed to feel better? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy.

- The day after she tossed him aside, and he never spoke about her. Acted like that never happened. He didn’t want to remember it.

- When you started showing feelings towards him, he was so excited! You were a good person, you were almost like Rika! Not selfish like that one girl.

- But he was so scared, so nervous. The last time he jumped into his emotions, he ended up getting so hurt.

- The first night the two of you were alone, he was so scared. He was so scared of hormones and the strained teasing of heavy petting. He didn’t want to think of her, but he couldn’t help it.

- But you didn’t try to take advantage of him. You just wanted to hug, innocently cuddle, dote on him and try to help take care of him.

- You were so warm and kind, so calming. It was so hard letting you go back home that night, but he was glad the next day when he woke up to loving texts from you.

- One day he might open up about that girl, but you were already thousands better than her, and he was becoming less scared by the second. 


- He wasn’t supposed to have feelings for anyone. His agency taught him that early on, taught him to kill such ridiculous emotions.

- But, hey, maybe he could give Zen a run for his money with his acting skills, because the agency thought he had killed his emotions.

- And for a while, it was easy to believe such rules. Never get attached, never get crushes, just life fast and pray you finish the mission.

- He needed to focus on helping his brother, anyway, right? Finding him? He didn’t deserve happiness until that.

- One undercover mission had him pretending to be the new bodyguard of a woman while tracking information for the agency. It wasn’t a quickie, either. He had to be there for a few weeks- nearly a whole month.

- And during that time, her silly jokes caught up to him, her flirtatious nature making him unable to sleep at night.

- As the mission drew closer to an end, he found himself more and more captured by her.

- She even cried and held him tight the day he had to leave, and damn was it hard to let go and pretend there was nothing between them.

- But, being himself and a hacker, he found himself needing to constantly check up on her- Make sure she was safe, make sure the agency hadn’t done any real damage to her.

- During the process, he managed to track down more personal info. Emails, online accounts, text records… Text records of her discussing how easy it was to get the guards to do whatever she wanted, as long as she flirted and pretended she cared about them.

- Well…That was a polite summary.

- He felt like someone had hit him in the gut as he read her cold words.

- Is this why the agency made such rules?

- He was unable to work, unable to think clearly, for ages. Because he was stupid enough to catch feelings for a target.

- So when you came along, of course he pushed you away. Of course he tried making you hate him. Just anything so he didn’t have to feel those emotions again. Just anything.

- But when you stayed, when you put yourself in danger for him, when you helped him with his brother. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but catch feelings.

- And he was scared, but you were willing to do so much for him.

- It didn’t hit him until one rough night with Saeran. Saeran was losing it, his meds not kicking in yet to calm him from his meltdown. During the process, Saeran listed all the godawful reasons he hated him, how he abandoned him.

- He had heard it constantly since his brother moved in, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

- He was resting on the couch, trying to calm his racing thoughts when you joined him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek.

- He didn’t say anything, but somehow you knew exactly what he was feeling, and the right words to help him snap out of it.

- That’s when he realized that no matter how far he pushed you away, you always bounced back still ready to love him and give him your all.

- You even helped him when his brother was like this, even when Saeran screamed at you too.

- It had taken him a while to understand you weren’t going to leave. Not anytime soon.

- And when he did, he pulled you into a hug and didn’t let go for ages.


- He couldn’t get over Rika

- He missed the sweet smiles and stabbing pains, he harsh words, the straight out abuse.

- He deserved it. He always deserved it. For never getting her the right help, for never giving her enough. It’s what he deserved for being so pathetic and simple minded.

- The love of his life, and he couldn’t save her from herself.

- He knew it was gross, he knew he should get help, but he thought he should rot in this pit of despairing emotions, letting it suffocate him until all his loved ones left him too. 

- Just like what had happened to her.

- When you came along, he was still wallowing in that pit, drowning and refusing to pull up for air.

- But you helped him despite any weak protests. He wanted this pain, this depression, but he was always too scared to let himself sink down completely.

- You helped him. You helped him get into therapy, helped him learn what medication to take, just something to help him get back on his feet. Something to get him to stop hating himself so much.

- You knew it was going to take ages, possible a few years. But you were willing, you were patient. Because he didn’t deserve this.

- No matter what he did, he couldn’t control her brain. He couldn’t have sacrificed himself to save her, because not even that could have helped.

- When you explained this to him, explained how you were going to stay by his side and help him, that was the first time you ever saw him break down.

- He was openly sobbing, finally being told the words he was so ashamed of thinking of. 

- You held him as he cried, helped him start patching himself back together.

- He missed the feeling of being loved so tenderly, and he was so grateful to have it again.


- Everyone knew he had issues. It wasn’t a surprise. He was sure strangers could guess just by a passing glance.

- He couldn’t understand why anyone would love him. He knew Saeyoung did, but that was forced love, wasn’t it? Obligated. No choice. 

- His mother had always told him he was unlovable anyway. Disgusting, weak, pathetic. She told him so often it was hard for him to believe anything else, even so many years later.

- One time he did try to believe otherwise. He tried to think he was capable of being loved. His savior had told him so. She had promised sweet words and affection when he did as she told, and she was the first woman he ever had positive feelings for. The first woman he thought had loved him back. The first woman to share his feelings.

- Only just to watch as she tossed him aside for that blinded fool.

- Therapy was supposed to be helping him through this, but each session he just found himself zoning out more and more, numbly pretending to listen to the advice given. 

- When you came along, helped him and his brother even after all the horrible things he had done, he just… He felt those feelings coming back again. Admiration, love, longing.

- He wanted to hold you in his arms and just whisper words of thanks for letting him feel something again. Something other than pain. Something kind and warm, something that helped eased the nightmares.

- But he was so scared. So fucking scared. He couldn’t handle rejection again, he couldn’t handle another heartbreak, another nightmare.

- Even though he was scared, when you first kissed him he didn’t voice his worries. When you first cuddled with him, helped him with a panic attack, he still swallowed his fears about you.

- It was when he discussed his therapy with you that he finally admitted his feelings. How he was going to disappoint you, how you were just going to toss him away like all the others in his life.

- When you teared up, he finally snapped out of his numbness, his stomach churning.

- But you just slowly opened up about how happy he made you, how much better your life had gotten, how upset you were that he would say such horrible things about himself.

- That was the day he decided to try and treat your relationship more seriously, more romantically.

- Unlike the others, you wanted him. And he wanted you, too.

We know your all good family men, but surely you must have had interest at shows from young ladies like everyone else?
“Tre,” Billie Joe laughs. “Girls are nice,” Tre smiles. “They’re fun, if girls want to hang out that’s cool. We like boys, too, though.”
—  Kerrang! 1998