are the last people he wants to hurt

*pounds fist on table* ok i need to talk about the god-tier klance moments in s3e03 “the hunted” because damn there’s a couple scenes that are so powerful and important and i just….holy shit. buckle up, y’all.

this episode is fucking great for a lot of reasons, but one of my favorite parts of it is how much it shows the development of keith & lance’s relationship: especially 1) how good lance has become at grounding keith & helping him control his reckless impulses, and 2) how keith feels like he can be open and honest with lance about his fears/insecurities––which is a big fucking deal because we’ve almost never seen him do this. 

the first scene that really struck me is this part where keith is leading the team after lotor and it’s just….a big mess. he’s not thinking about keeping the team together. allura’s falling behind and he’s not paying any attention. he’s not considering that this might be a trap. all he can think about is diving in headfirst without considering the consequences.

and then this happens:

uhhhh….oh my god??

look, we know how keith gets. we know how hot-headed and stubborn he can be. i mean listen, we’re talking about this kid who literally tried to fight zarkon by himself.

and yet…..even in the middle of this intense chase, lance gets through to him. he brings keith down from that battle-rage and makes him see reason. and he does it in a way that’s straightforward and brutally honest (“you’re endangering the team and you can’t do this”) which i think is exactly why it works. that’s the kind of direction keith needs, and tbh out of everyone on the team it makes the most sense that it comes from lance.

i’m just

me: hey can i get a fucking uhhhhh lance being keith’s impulse control
dreamworks: *gives me this*
me: *kicking down the door* HOLY FUCK MOM

and look i was already sobbing over this one small part but then we get THIS….THIS SCENE….

oh boy oh wow where do i stART?!

god damn this scene is beautiful––visually, thematically, it’s just …. so powerful and significant.

first of all i need to freak out a little over the way the scene is set up and how wonderful the symbolism is. 

it starts with keith literally in the shadows, and then slowly emerging and drifting up towards lance with their lions facing each other. lance & red are above keith & black which is really interesting.

as we all know, keith is the leader right now. and yet, both literally and figuratively, he’s not positioning himself higher than lance––in fact, he’s doing the very opposite. and his lion doesn’t have her head lowered in shame either; the lions are directly looking each other in the eyes (which i feel like is pretty damn rare??) and that’s very meaningful. everything about the visual setup of the scene just screams openness, honesty, vulnerability. 

(side note: also wow @ that red and blue background, amiright)

and then we have everything that keith says. and boy….there’s so much to unpack here:

- he admits it was his fault and he led everyone into a trap
- he also admits that everyone warned him (lance warned him) and he wasn’t listening
- and because of that he put everyone else in danger

and man i gotta give huge props to steven yeun here because his voice acting in this scene….jeez it broke my heart. keith says all this so quietly, his voice is literally shaking. shit, he sounds close to tears. this is possibly the closest we’ve ever seen keith to totally breaking down and it’s just…..it hurts so much and it’s so important.

it really hits you in this moment that keith is a kid. he’s a teenager!! he didn’t want to lead the team & he doesn’t know how to do it. he can’t do it by himself. he doesn’t say any of that explicitly here but it’s 100% clear that that’s exactly what he’s saying.

and he says this to lance of all people. lance, his supposed “rival”! you would think lance would be the last person he’d want to turn to for reassurance or to blatantly admit “wow i fucked up real bad.” and yet….here we are. it’s moments like these that really prove that under the surface, these two don’t hate each other in the least. they like each other. they respect each other. they rely on each other!! (*whispers* space ranger partners….) 

and lance’s response only proves my point even more. he could easily have said “i told you so” or otherwise berated keith for his mistake. but he doesn’t! his answer is:

- yes, you messed up.
- but we’re going to fix it. we. i can’t stress that enough! he doesn’t say “you messed up and now you have to do something about it.” he doesn’t say “you messed up and now i’m going to take over and do something about it.” he’s essentially saying “yeah you made a mistake but that’s in the past….and now we’re going to take care of it together.” 

and that’s?? so great?? because keith more or less admitted that he was feeling this huge burden weigh down on him, and lance––in his own subtle way––lifted that weight off keith’s shoulders. he’s reassuring keith that he’s not alone in this. *wipes tears from my eyes*

and if all that wasn’t enough, keith immediately saying “you’re right” makes it all the more significant. he’s openly admitting once again that he fucked up, but he’s also agreeing with lance’s statement that they can still turn things around and fix his mistake as a team. which is…..wow. 

tl;dr - everything about this pair of scenes just proves how keith & lance work so well together and need each other. it shows how important it is for them to be open and honest with each other, and demonstrates how they both have that capability. 

and i’m gonna scream about it for a hundred years. 

I feel like an interesting note from the update is this panel:

A lot of people have, of course, remarked on the fact that Teru’s crying but I don’t think that anybody’s really elaborated on why this is important.

In the coursre of the last few updates, something has shifted inside Teru.

Teru is not a naturally empathetic person. Years living on his own, fending for himself against adults who would hurt him and worse, compounded with his own ego and actions as the ‘shadow leader,’ resulted in the power-crazed asshole we meet at the beginning of the series.

Even after Teru’s change of heart though, lots of people have mentioned how he really hasn’t changed that much–he still is brutally competitive and proud, and continues to exhibit a striking lack of empathy (as seen with his general comfort with fighting and torturing opponents).

He’s begun to learn to be sympathetic, particularly towards Mob who he sincerely supports and advises. That sympathy seems to have begun to move beyond Mob though, as he legitimately is invested in the growth and struggles of the kids he tutors (albeit this also serves a more selfish purpose of increasing his own abilities).

But despite the move in the right direction, we had yet to see genuine empathy from him.

Until now, that is.

Teru, for the first time, is acting because he can feel Mob’s pain. He’s moved past the point of doing it to satisfy his ego, or even to play the hero. He’s trying to stop Mob because he remembers the last time, and how much it hurt him to see the damage he’s caused. He knows that when Mob wakes up, it will tear him apart. And if he kills somebody, it’ll destroy him.

And Teru cries, because he doesn’t want Mob to cry alone.

He uses the last of his power to save the lives of the people around him, partly because that’s what the good people do…and partly because he doesn’t want Mob to suffer more than he has to.


Teru crying here is significant, because it’s the first time we’ve seen him feel the pain of another person.

(It’s the moment when admiration and infatuation grow into love.)

Natsu didn’t friend zone Lucy!

I’ve seen lots of debate in the fairy tail tag today over whether NaLu is actually canon or not, so I wanted to share my opinion!

*WARNING: This is a long one!*

Personally, I believe NaLu is canon, but not in your stereotypical “I love you” “I love you too” confession and makeout session kind of way. Ever since Natsu and Lucy first started acting like a couple and were shipped, we know that the pair have zero experience with love. Neither have ever been in a relationship, and therefore don’t really know how to act when confronted with the idea of one. Lucy has a slim idea, after her early fantasies of a “knight in shining armour” figure, however Natsu is completely oblivious. I think Natsu and Lucy both share an idea on what love is, but neither can properly tell when they are in love unless when the moment is right.

So here comes Chapter 545! Of course Lucy got incredibly emotional when thinking back to the jobs:

Which is only natural, the poor girl has been through so much and just at the thought of going on another job brought back so many memories and tears to her eyes.

So what does she do?
The only thing she can do:

Embrace and thank the man who made it all possible; Natsu.

At this moment, with all the memories flooding back into her, Lucy is finally coming to terms with her feelings for Natsu. She loves him. She loves him out of pure gratitude for everything he’s ever done for her, and for being her first ever friend. As Lucy said herself, if she’d never met Natsu, none of her life would have been possible; she wouldn’t have joined Fairy Tail, she wouldn’t have made friends, she wouldn’t have grown stronger, and she probably wouldn’t have won the best writer award!

And Natsu knows this.

Of course initially he pulls his signature “o shit” face because Lucy is crying and he’s not really sure what to do. 

But this isn’t necessarily a look of “o shit” because he’s uncomfortable or feels awkward. Both him and Happy look incredibly concerned, from their creased eyebrows to the bead of sweat dripping from them. So why is he pulling that face? Because he is confronted with love.

As I said before, Natsu has had no experience with love before, therefore when Lucy hugs him and tells him how much she appreciates him, he doesn’t know how to react.

Now, the next part I think is the most important:

Of course Natsu has never been one to give Lucy any form of personal space, and here is certainly no exception. But this scene is different from all the others. Natsu respects Lucy more than anyone else in the guild, therefore if he were to tease her or invade her personal space, it’s purely in a jokey scenario. This scene here though? This isn’t a joke. Natsu and Lucy are being serious. So that merely means that Natsu leaning in is not a way to tease her, he is being serious with her, a trait rarely shown by the dragon slayer unless in combat.

Now, you’d all be lying if you said you didn’t think Natsu was going to kiss Lucy on the next page, because at this point I was screaming at him to kiss her and this is the point most people believe Natsu rejected Lucy. But in my opinion, it’s the complete opposite.

As I said, Natsu has had no experience with love, so the time he is actually faced with it (right now), he’s not joking around, he’s not teasing, because he has finally realised how Lucy feels. Granted I don’t think he’s absolutely certain, and here’s why:

When Natsu leans in - I promise this isn’t my NaLu senses taking over - I believe he was actually planning to kiss her, like many of us hoped. However, I think he changed his mind at the last minute, purely because he doesn’t want to hurt Lucy. He knows she’s in a vulnerable situation, and he would hate more than anything to make her more upset and tearful than she already is. Natsu knows that he loves Lucy, and is starting to think she returns those feelings, but he doesn’t want to confess when she’s in such a state and all emotional. He doesn’t want to hurt and/or confuse her.

Now let’s discuss Lucy’s feelings towards all this. Throughout the entire Alvarez arc she’s being toying with her feelings towards Natsu, as to whether they’re strictly platonic or whether there’s something more. This is the point where she’s considering perhaps there is something more. She’s so overwhelmed with gratitude and emotions she’s finally putting two and two together and deciding she is in love with her best friend. When Natsu leans in, she thinks he’s about to kiss her. How do we know?

This. The face she makes. You can interpret this however many ways you like, I’m definitely not saying mine is the correct way, but I’ll explain my theory.

Lucy’s contemplating her feelings again when she says “Wait”, but stops in the middle of her sentence. Why? Because she’s panicking. She - much like Natsu - has never had any experience with love, never had a boyfriend, and never had her first kiss. She thinks Natsu is going to kiss her, so what does she do? She closes her eyes and leaves her mouth open. She’s waiting for him to kiss her, so she can properly decide how she feels. She wants Natsu to kiss her.

Need more evidence?

She thought he was going to do something interesting.

What kind of interesting thing were you thinking, Lucy?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

However, what really ties the knot, (see what I did there), about Natsu’s feelings towards Lucy is this:

He wants them to be together forever.

Natsu and Lucy wouldn’t have a stereotypical love confession because they are not a regular couple. Natsu saying he wants to be with Lucy forever just about proves that he loves her. And let’s not forget who else said they wanted to be with their significant other forever:

And who are together and trying for a baby in the final chapter?

From the words they speak to the expression they make, Natsu in no way friend zoned Lucy.

I believe he confessed to her, but in his own sweet, dense little way! He’s too inexperienced to know how to properly confess, and although he initially considered kissing her, it’d be far more like him to aggravate Lucy but confess his love at the same time. After all, he can’t resist teasing her!

Hopefully this put some of your minds at ease, let me all know your opinions and theories, I’d love to hear them! <3 

It’s all about trust

So I’m loving the posts going around really digging into the details of Season 2 and I’d like to add one of my own that I haven’t seen covered yet.  Let’s talk about this:

This is one of the first times we see Shiro talking to his lion since the end of season 1 and its not at all the way we’ve seen the other Paladins talk to theirs so far.  To be fair, we’re skipping ahead in the conversation, which started out very much as a ‘we’ve got some work to do’ (implied ‘together’;) but it escalates to this point pretty quickly.  *side note?  Shiro is the only one not shown talking to his lion after the team comes out of the corrupted wormhole and crash lands on their respective planets/nebulas.  Maybe he does, but we get no indication of it the way we did with the others and I think that’s deliberate of the show writers.*  In season 1, we saw that Shiro had, possibly, the strongest bond with his lion in the flying blind incident so how did we get to the point where Shiro’s voice actually holds panic when he’s talking to his lion now?

That’s the easy part, really.  We all remember this scene.

Shiro basically gets kicked out of his own lion and, Zarkon controlled or not, it would be very hard for him to not feel as if the lion itself was, if not actively participating, at least complacent in the act.  This isn’t just a mindless mechanical response - it looks like a rejection of him as a pilot and as the pilot of the Black Lion.  Now we need to consider Shiro’s state of mind for a moment to understand just how deeply this would effect him.  For an entire year of his life, he hasn’t been treated as though he had any intrinsic worth at all.  He’s been a piece of meat, entertainment fodder, a pawn, a toy, a commodity.  He has had his physical and mental state forceably changed against his will.  All the things that probably make up what he considers himself have been ignored or outright mowed right over.  And he remembers just enough to know that - and not enough to know how deep the damage or the alien change inside of him has gone.  He’s someone that’s struggling to rebuild his sense of self, to figure out who he is and what his worth is and its not hard to suppose that his place as team leader, Black paladin and pilot of his lion are stones he’s been building a lot of his new foundation on.  ‘Defenders of the Universe, huh? It has a nice ring to it’ he says as everyone else is quietly freaking out over the concept.  This gives Shiro purpose, this assures him he’s still worth something, this helps tell him who he is beyond slave, gladiator, experiment.

And this has just summarily rejected him in favor of a universe crushing tyrant.

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anonymous asked:

One things that's bothered me a bit is how as a whole fandom we want the boys to be able to open up to us and be able to tell us anything but what everyone is forgetting is that Namjoon does that regardless. He's talked about his struggles more than any of the others, n even reccomends books n music to us that really give a huge insight into his personality. He's even gone as far to talk about the secpnd hand pleasure he's gotten from some movies/books which any idol rarely ever dares to mention

what hurts me is that people could yell and scream about wanting members to be more open n real with them but when namjoon does that they’re like ‘hmmm….anyways,’ like it doesn’t matter what he does !!!! he could be standing on his head trying to please everybody and people would still not even notice he exists gosh……i still remember how they took a popularity ranking ages back and namjoon ranked last and that there was an mcountdown individual fancam focus for every member and his focus had the least views, about a tenth of the highest members and all that just goes to show how he’s treated in the fandom. the fact that he’s made painfully aware of that fact all the time hurts even more, like that time in a fansign when a fan got to meet him first down the table before the others and he said ‘now that youve practiced on me, you can talk well to your bias’ like he’s so !!!!!!!! painfully aware !!!!!!!!!! of the fact that most people in this fandom don’t like him,,,,, do you know what that must be like ? to work equally as hard as everyone else, to be leader nothing less, to open up about taboo topics like depression, LGBTQ stands and ‘second hand pleasure’ from books and movies and despite all that, being ignored? this fandom doesn’t deserve namjoon’s open-mindedness, his dedication, his wonderful and accepting personality because they only like namjoon when they can call him ‘d*ddy’ on stage. 

anonymous asked:

I was at that SS and I was actually really mad that someone told the story but it's true. She told us about how she told him to leave and he was simply like "no". So since it's already out, it's true. She wanted to end things early on but joe wouldn't let her

THEY WERE FRIENDS FOR A WHILE AND PROBABLY WERE LOWKEY CRUSHING OM EACH OTHER AND HE KNEW HER THROUGH THE WHOLE ‘SNAKE’ SITUATION LAST YEAR BUT HE IGNORED IT ALL BECAUSE HE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS REALLY LIKE AND THEN THEY GOT TOGETHER AND TAYLOR DIDNT WANT TO HURT HIM OR HERSELF AGAIN SO SHE TOLD HIM TO LEAVE BUT HE STAYED BECAUSE HE LOVED HER FOR WHO SHE IS AND NOT WHAT PEOPLE MADE HER OUT TO BE IM CRBGIFNR SHZHSJS I LVOE HTWM SO MUCH

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Part 2 of @vldangstweek: March 19th-Failure/Insecurity


Lance isn’t stupid.

He knows, alright. He knows he talks a lot. He knows he’s loud. He knows his voice grates, he knows he’s too exuberant, too desperate to be friends. He knows he wears his heart on his sleeve and shows it all too fast, too freely. He knows he’s just too much for people.

(That doesn’t stop him from wishing, though.)

He tries, sometimes. To be quieter, to be calmer, to be…less. He tries so goddamn hard, but it doesn’t matter because he always, always ends up reverting back to his regular self anyway. It doesn’t seem to matter what his intentions are, he always says the wrong thing, always takes a joke too far. It’s clear he just don’t know when to shut up.

(He can’t actually remember anyone telling him that in so many words, but it’s pretty clear that people think it, from the way they stop talking when he walks in a room, to how in group projects his suggestions are ignored, to his just total and complete inability to make lasting, meaningful relationships with people that last longer than a month before he’s inevitably replaced. He doesn’t blame anyone for it, though. It’s fine. He doesn’t really like himself, either, so it’s not a surprise when others don’t.)

Of course, that doesn’t make it hurt any less when he sees it happen. He’s still not really surprised, though, as he watches Hunk drift further away and get closer to Pidge and Keith. Sure, he’d…well, he’d hoped, for a while, and after the Garrison, where Hunk stuck pretty close to him, back when Pidge didn’t really want anything to do with them, he’d thought that maybe…but it didn’t matter.

He’s glad that Hunk’s finding people he cares about, who care about him in return, who don’t always say the wrong thing and make matters worse. If Hunk is happy, then Lance can’t begrudge him that. Pidge has been happier, too—more prone to smiling or making jokes, and less afraid to squeal over new tech she finds. How selfish would someone have to be to be bitter about that?

(About as selfish as Lance is, he’s discovered.)

Still, no matter how much it hurts, it’s still a relief, of a sort, to know that he was right. He hates not knowing what’s going to happen, and even though this whole situation really sucks and he might feel a bit like his chest is being crushed and his hands won’t stop shaking and his stomach feels sick and it’s late at night and he’s crying and he just can’t stop and it’s hard to breathe, at least he knows that he was right.

He’s a placeholder, you see. One of those characters in a show that exists only to serve as an old childhood friend that’s mentioned maybe once in a flashback and never again. Sometimes, when he looks at his life, as he sees everyone drawing away, he feels like he’s watching a movie—one he can interact with in some capacity, but not such that he has a lasting effect on the plot.

(It’s literally never occurred to him that when these people on his team and even his family tell him they care about him they mean it, because he while he can see how deeply they care for each other, it seems like a physical example of that old ‘sounds fake but okay’ meme from when his grandparents were young whenever they try to pretend to direct any affection towards him. It’s pretty clear they’re making it up as soon as they feel they’ve satisfied their daily quota, anyway.)

Lance is, and always has been, an afterthought. An “oh wow it might be awkward for just the two of us to hang out since I haven’t seen you in six months—maybe we should invite Lance, too, because he hung out with us back when we were all still living near each other and is pretty good at just spewing out enough words to keep it from being awkward” kind of thought. He doesn’t expect people to think of him, to try to reach out. He’s used to being the one to reach out, to try to get together, to reminding people that he exists.

Most days, that’s okay.

(Well. It’s not, but if it’s all he’ll get, then Lance will take it.)

Most days, when he watches people he hoped would care about him slip away, he can ignore it and move on.

(He can’t, he never could, but he lies to himself all the same.)

Right now, though? Right now, watching Hunk—Lance’s favorite person in the entire universe—draw away from him and grow closer to Pidge, who’s only rarely showed any sort of affection towards Lance, hurts more than he’d ever expected it could.

He can take Shiro not liking him. He can take Keith not caring about him. He can take Pidge’s annoyance, Allura’s dismissal, Coran’s lack of attention—Lance can take a lot.

He thought he’d be able to take when Hunk inevitably left, too.

(Clearly, he was wrong. Again.)

Maybe he’s not as smart as he’d thought, after all.

(If he was, then maybe he’d know what he needed to fix to get people to stay.)

(That’s the worst part, he thinks. He could at least try, and see if that helped any, if only he knew what it was about him that chased people off—it could be one of a thousand things, or it could be all of the thousand things, and Lance just does not know.)

But in the meantime, he’ll get up and smile and pretend it’s fine and he’ll watch as Hunk and Pidge spend more time together, and he’ll draw back and maybe this time the mice won’t scurry out of the room, and maybe he’ll at least have them for company.

(He just wants someone to stay, but he doesn’t blame anyone for leaving.)

squint at where you’re from

oops sometimes you gotta

spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!


Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.

But it got them to the ground. They’re back.

“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.

He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.

He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.

He puts his hands up on reflex.

“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–

The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”

He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”

“Really?”

She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.

“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”

You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Taller?” he asks.

Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”

“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”

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111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
       B: What?
       A: I said you suck. 
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107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare.

(yas! tom holland omg imma tear up! *tears up*) Here you go, love!! :)

Growing up in a family of boxers, you were never the typical girl who played with dolls and thought everything in pink. For your ninth birthday your uncle and your father bought you your first set of throwing knives. 

Every day from your Summer holiday you practised with them on the targets they placed to you in the backyard of your house. And with every year you were getting better and better, but your heart wanted more.

Yes, by the age of eighteen you have already mastered the art of blades, but you didn’t stop there. Your soul was saturated with lust for adrenaline and you were always looking for more.

This got the attention of some very dangerous people. Your confidence got the best out of you when in one night - outnumbered one to ten, you pushed yourself to your very limits, knocking out seven of your opponents, but on the verge of your strenght you were about to lose your life…

If it was not for Steve Rogers, whose attention you managed to capture after seeing you fight in this dark alley. He saved you back then and helped you get a grip of your unstoppable desire for adrenaline.

With his guidings you became not even a better fighter, but a better version of yourself and he was also seeing this. So when he told you The Avengers wanted you to join them and become one of them you were on the Seventh sky.

Things were alright for a few months. Though a part of the team your strongest bond was still with Steve. Tony and Steve were the people you admired the most, while Natasha’s training made you acknowledge the fact that it’s better to fight elegantly, and smart, not full of aggression and violence.

But nothing that’s too good can last forever.

Today was the day. The Avengers were a team no more and today you were about to face them, fight them, maybe even hurt some of them. As much as it pained you to stand there - a few feet away from Clint and Tony and all the people you admire and have fought side by side; at the end of the day you had to pick a side.

Steve has been there for you from the very start and so you were about to return him the favor - ready to fight until the last drop of blood.

However you couldn’t help but notice the new addition to the family. “So that’s him the new guy. ” - you said, eyeing the guy in red suit, though you didn’t know that behind his mask he was checking you out as well. 

Like fully checking you out. “Earth to Peter” - Tony’s robotic voice brought the boy back to reality - “We’re about to do some serious shit, can’t have you checking girls out all day” - “Sorry, Mr. Stark, won’t happen again”

Tony couldn’t roll his eyes more than that. Fortunatelly for you, you didn’t hear any of their conversation, because boy, that would have made things very awkward.

“Just like we talked about it”- Steve told you with a nod of his head “Roger that!” and you bolted to the left. “Ah, Mr. Stark?” - “Don’t ask kid, go!”

And so it begun.

Steve knew Tony would be looking for someone new to take your place on his team and told you to keep the new one out of their way, when you were done you could go back and help with the rest.

Sprinting forward you felt yourself losing your balance and in the matter of a second you were now in the air “Oh, shit” - you cursed, looking up, just as your body got slammed against a truck. “I’m so sorry about that! Didn’t mean to hurt–” you pushed your body up and jumped back to your feet, landing a blow on him.

He bent over, using this chance you threw yourself at him, twirling your legs around his neck and knocked him out on thr ground. He grunted in pain, but you waited not a single second - throwing a set of three knives at him, but he leaped up, shooting his webs to the wall behind you.

“Damn it!”- you hissed, teeth clenched. He was fast, you would give him that. “Please – I – really – don’t want – to hurt you!!” - landing a series of kicks and blows on him, his words were just a white noise to you - “But I guess you leave me no choice” - the next time you tried to jump at him with a kick he swung his web at your leg, capturing it and bringing you to the ground.

Shocked, you weren’t quick enough to escape his next attack, but he just jumped over you - shooting away more of his web - trapping you to the ground. You glared at him - “I’m Peter Parker by the way” - he introduced himself an obvious smile in his voice. “You’re very pretty, we should go out sometimes –”

You used his little talk to pick up a knife from your left boot and cut off your restraints and then tossing it at him, but he dashed to the side and dodged off your attack. Just in time for you to thrust yourself in the air, spinning around and strike him with anoter hard hit. 

He fell, rolling on the ground, just as you landed on the cold cement gracefully.
 Approaching him, you heard him groan in pain heavily. You knelt down and pulled his mask up.

Eyes narrowed because of the sunlight that was caressing his face ”So now that we fought and stuff is it safe for me to admit I really like you and want to kiss you a lot” he mumbled, a pained smile on his face, but you didn’t really pay attention - too interested in observing his face “What?”- you asked nonchalantly.

He just tilted his head back in desperation, hitting the floor with it - “I said you suck, like girl do you live on Elm Street, because your hits are nightmare, God, for a girl you really hit hard”.

He was rubbing the back of hit head with one hand. You stood up chuckling and throwing his mask back at him - “Lakeview Drive, 8 o’clock” - you said putting your knife back in your boot.

He just made a very confused “huh?” sound and you turned back at him with a wink - “If you’re still up for that date, pretty boy.”

Can people just…like stop invalidating Dean’s feelings? I mean, for fucks sake.

Yes Jack is a child, and I agree that he deserves a chance. But Dean isn’t ‘wrong’ for being wary and suspicious, regardless of his emotional state. Yes, he’s grieving rn, but even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t just trust Jack blindly. That’s Sam’s MO, not Dean’s.
Jack’s powers are based entirely on emotion at this point. And he’s incredibly powerful. Like Dean said, it was a sneeze. Jack could destroy the entire universe with a sneeze and no one could stop him. And Jack knows that. He knows that he can’t control his powers (yet) and he understands that that means he might end up hurting people.

And also, Sam’s track record of trusting people is laughable at best. Ruby?  Amy? The fucking BMOL? That last one was last season. This fandom has the attention span and memory of a goldfish is2g. Sam trusts people because he sees what he wants to see. Dean trusts people based on their actions and that’s a big difference.

Jack may have saved them this once, but he’s also lashed out at innocent people and opened a portal to hell bc someone told him to. I certainly wouldn’t trust him at this point, it’s too early.

And I hate how the show (and consequently the fandom) twisted what Dean said in 13x02. He didn’t say “I’ll kill you.” to Jack, he said “IF you go dark side, I’ll stop you”. And he’s made the same promise, just worded differently, to/about Benny and Cas (may I remind you that Dean didn’t trust Cas blindly either? He literally stabbed him in the chest the first time they met ffs. Cas earned his trust through his actions. And that took time) and even Sam (”And if he dies?” “Then at least he’ll die human”). It’s also what he asked Cas to do to him when he had the Mark of Cain. Dean trusts based on actions, and he’ll also revoke that trust based on actions. And Jack simply hasn’t done enough at this point to earn that trust. Rather the opposite, if you just listen to what Dean says at the end of 13x03.

Dean isn’t being irrational and “mean” because he’s out of his mind with grief. He’s being honest.

Personally, I find Sam’s blind trust much more concerning. Because that’s always ended so well….But hey, Sam’s the pure and good one and he can relate to Jack, so obviously he must be right. *eyeroll to infinity and beyond*

I feel like whenever this discourse comes up of Tony being some evil mustache twirling war profiteer, it’s often glossed over that Tony wasn’t making weapons because “hahaha he’s evil and likes to watch people die” - he makes weapons so that people would be safe, literally he makes his weapons with more accurate targeting for the specific purpose to avoid collateral damage - he wants more effective and accurate weapons so that soldiers fighting wouldn’t have to needlessly die - why do you think he mocked Hammer and his tech for so long? Because they’re defective, they’re inadequate, they’re second rate, and people would be hurt by Hammer’s tech than actually save - why do you think the military and Rhodey went to Tony? Because they knew his tech wouldn’t fail or jam up on them when they’re in a firefight

Sure you can argue the morals of supplying soldiers for a war, but is it really that blameworthy that you want your side to be able to stay safe and win a war that you didn’t start? Because last I checked, Tony isn’t the one starting any wars, he didn’t make any of that decision - he’s only ever tried to make sure that his country and the troops were the best equipped - just like he builds weapons and tech to best equip his fellow Avengers, would that now be war profiteering too?

People also like to gloss over that Stark Industries also isn’t solely weapons development - Tony even mentions in Iron Man 1 that a lot of their other research projects in other departments like phones and energy and crops are funded by military funding they receive in exchange for tech - in fact he’s more involved in R&D in those departments than making things that blow up.

And really, why is it that people like to forget Obadiah Stane? As if Tony somehow just ended up kidnapped magically? As if he just happened to get his own weapon in his chest by coincidence? It’s like it’s forgotten how selectively Tony is about whom his tech is given to - the only reason Tony ever got hit by his own weapon isn’t because he was carelessly selling his weapons to anyone, but precisely because Obadiah was lying and double dealing to terrorists this whole time.

Tony Stark didn’t suddenly shut down his weapons development division because he got hurt by his own bombs - he shut it down because he realized that his weapons that he thought were controlled and in the right hands, were literally stolen out from under him and given to terrorists to be used on innocent people - call him naive, ignorant, and privileged, those are all true, but shutting down his weapons manufacturing was never about himself and how he got a taste of his own medicine but rather the event of his attack made him realize that what he had thought were his weapons used safely and right, now he knows they weren’t and he didn’t look deep enough to see it before and now he can’t ignore it and things have to change. The bombing on himself wasn’t the reason for the change, the bombing was the initial event that landed him in the situation where he discovered the reason to change.

Why do you think Obadiah tried to kill Tony? Why do you think he lied all this time? Because he knew that if Tony ever learned the truth, Tony wouldn’t be okay with it, and he was right, because as soon as Tony saw that his weapons were actually gettting into the hands of terrorists who just wanna hurt people - he totally shut it all down.

You can blame Tony for being naive in trusting Obadiah to run the company (even though Obadiah was a trusted family friend whom Tony relied on growing up), you can blame Tony for not looking deeply and carefully into where all his weapons were going, you can blame him for caring more about just inventing things than actually what is really being run in his company under his own nose - but you cannot blame Tony Stark for the actions of Obadiah Stane who decided to sell weapons to terrorists, who decided to lie to Tony about it and have Tony killed so Tony couldn’t stop him.

Tony Stark built his tech with all the intentions that they’d be used the right way, that nobody would get hurt but the bad guys - maybe that’s naive, maybe that’s stupid, and maybe that’s careless, the road to hell is often paved with good intentions after all - but let’s not forget that Tony Stark never sold weapons to terrorists, never lied and double dealed away his weapons so bad guys could use it - yes he made weapons for the military, but remember that it wasn’t simply because of that’s what was expected of him as his father’s son, but also because Rhodey was military liaison, Tony trusted Rhodey and if Rhodey believed then Tony would too. Tony trusted Rhodey do always do the right thing so why wouldn’t Tony give him weapons that would help him.

Bruised (Nolan Holloway)

Sequel to Broken

Broken: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/165244775102/broken-nolan-Holloway 

Originally posted by theoraekendeserveslove

Inspired by this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liuDx0z20YQ I highly recommend listening while reading

recap:

 I opened the door, Nolan standing on the other side, just about to knock.

“Nolan.” I gasped.

It wasn’t the sight of Nolan that made me gasp. It was what he was holding in his hand. A gun.

“Nolan what are you doing?” I questioned looking at him and then back at the gun in his hand.

I could feel the hair on the back of my neck rise.

“she wants me to kill you, they tell me you’re the most dangerous next to Scott.” Nolan said pacing in the doorway.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the gun in his hand.

“Nolan please put the gun down.” I said raising my hands in surrender.

Nolan wouldn’t actually hurt me would he?

“why should I? You lied to me! You’ve been lying to me all along! You had me so fooled for the longest time, but not anymore. I trusted you, I told you everything and you were just faking it all along.” Nolan said raising the gun a little.

He had tears falling down his cheeks now too. I hurt him badly, and I couldn’t take it back.

“Nolan please don’t do this, I’m sorry I hurt you I never meant too. Nolan I lied about what I am but I didn’t fake anything. All of our late night talks, the nights we drove to the cliff and just lay there stargazing, all the times we talked about  our future, that was all real.” I said slowly lowering my hands and taking a step towards him.

He raised the gun fully now aimed at my face. He moved his finger to the trigger. I stopped dead in my tracks. 

“Nolan.” I said my voice cracking.  

“they told me you’d try to plead your case to me.” He spat.

I realized Nolan wasn’t going to put the gun down. I slowly reached my hands down to my belt which again was really my katana. Nolan saw what I was doing and roughly grabbed my arm.

“they told me you’d try that too.” He said glaring at me.

He ripped the belt out of my hands tossing it to the floor. 

“Nolan you really want to kill me?” I asked my voice shaking as sobs racked my small frame. 

He stared at me for a long couple of seconds.

“they want me too.” He repeated again even more tears falling down his cheeks.

“well what do you want? If you want to kill me go ahead and do it. I’m not going to stop you.” I told him.

Nolan looked at the floor slowly lowering the gun. He dropped it on the floor looking defeated.

“you couldn’t do it Nolan because this isn’t who you are." I said looking at him  but he wasn’t paying attention.

His eyes were focused on something on the floor. I looked down to see the note I had dropped when he grabbed my arm. It had his name on the front.

“you can read that if you want.” I said still not moving.

Nolan ran a hand over his face before bending down and picking up the letter. Nolan looked at the letter and then up at me. He took the paper ripping it up. In that moment he ripped up my heart too. I couldn’t stop the tears streaming down my face as he ripped up the paper. He didn’t even bother to open it.

“It doesn’t matter what it says, everything has changed.” He said looking at me.

I dropped down trying to collect all the pieces of the note and my heart.  

“It said I love you.” I whispered before looking up at Nolan’s shocked expression.

I never admitted it out loud until now. He took a few steps back stumbling to my door way.

“You don’t mean that you’re just trying to trick me again.” He said tears falling freely.

I got off the floor walking to stand in front of him.

"Nolan I’m so in love with you it hurts.” I said tears still in my eyes.  

Nolan looked at my eyes and then down to my lips. The next thing I knew Nolan’s lips were on mine. He backed me up so he was pressing me to the wall with his body. He had his hands cupping my cheeks as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck pushing myself closer to him. This was everything I had ever wanted. He pulled away resting his forehead on mine. I could feel the rhythmic beats of my heart speed up from what just occurred. I was even more in love with him now.

 "show me.“ He said looking in my eyes.

“Nolan please don’t do this.” I said still out of breathe.

“show me please, I want to see the real you.” He repeated.

I thought about it not knowing If I should. I finally agreed too nodding my head.

“stand back.” I said pushing him back a little bit.

I took a deep breath letting the fox inside of me come out.

Originally posted by headlesssamurai

Nolan took a couple more steps backwards, looking at me with wide eyes. I took a step towards him but he quickly stepped back. He was afraid of me. I willed the fox to disappear so now I was back to me.

“Nolan.” I said taking another step forward but he stepped back again.

“I knew it.” He breathed before running out the door.

I should’ve called or ran after him but what was the point. Maybe I was the monster that everyone thinks I am. Nolan certainly thought so. I sat on the floor allowing myself to be consumed in my thoughts. I knew that loving Nolan was suicide but I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know how long I’d sat there until I heard a knocking at my door. I quickly got up thinking it could Nolan that maybe he changed his mind. I opened the door but it wasn’t Nolan standing on the other side, it was Liam.

“Liam.” I said stepping aside so he could come in.

His eyes darted to the ground where Nolan left the gun lay.

“y/n what happened?” He asked looking at me. 

I didn’t answer right away.

“y/n answer me. Did they hurt you?” He asked rubbing my back.

"No I’m fine.” I said finally looking at Liam.

“Well Scott needs us at the police station. We met a new werewolf who said she was shot by a deputy and they just picked up two other werewolves, we have to get them out before the deputy kills them.” Liam explained.

I looked back down to the note on the floor. I couldn’t leave everything behind now. I didn’t realize until now how incredibly selfish that was. The pack needed me. Innocent supernatural creatures needed me. If loving Nolan was suicide I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. I picked up my belt clicking it back in place before nodding at Liam. He gave me a smile before we ran to Mason’s car. We drove to the police station in silence, until Liam spoke up.

“I probably should mention Theo’s back too.” Liam said shyly looking over at me.

I didn’t have a problem with Theo, he however really didn’t like me. I did send him to hell after all.

“It’s a good thing I have this then.” I said gesturing to my belt.

“we’re here.” Mason said parking the car.

 I went to get out but Liam stopped me.

“I uh never got to say thank you for today at school.” Liam said giving me a smile.

“we have to watch each others backs remember.” I said referring to what Scott told us to do.

“yeah you’re right.” He said walking with me in to the police station.

We met Scott, Lydia, and the new werewolf Quinn. I gave her a small smile showing her I was on her side.

“please Sheriff.” Scott says pleading for Stilinski to let the two wolves go.

“Scott they’re being charged with murder, they aren’t going anywhere. There are still laws and they broke the law .” Stilinski said looking at all of us.

“but it isn’t safe.” I said looking at him.

“right now, I think this may be the only safe spot left in town.” Stilinski said.

“what would Stiles say if he were here? You know he wouldn’t agree to this.” Lydia said.

“yeah plus it was a deputy that shot Quinn anyways.” Malia added.

Sheriff Stilinski looked at us in disbelief.

“A deputy? You sure? I know all these deputies and trust them , I’m pretty sure if one of them was a werewolf hunter, I’d know.” He said.

“this supernatural thing that causes fear, it’s changing people, you’d be surprised what people do when their afraid.” I said.

It was true, just an hour ago the boy I loved was pointing a gun at my face. I don’t think Nolan would ever want to hurt anyone I think he’s just afraid.

“you can’t protect them from the hunters if they’re already inside.” Scott says trying one last time to plead with Noah to let them go.

Quinn told him what happened with the deputy but he still didn’t believe us. Lydia snapped at him and Malia laughed at something that was definitely not supposed to be joke.

“look guys I..” Noah started but suddenly we were blinded by a lot of bright lights.

I brought my arm up to shield my eyes. The deputies raise their guns as Stilinski looks outside.

“what is it?” Scott asks walking over to the window.

We all walk over seeing Monroe standing outside with about a dozen well armed hunters. I looked at each of the hunters. My eyes instantly connected with Gabe’s. I was looking for Nolan and was relieved when I didn’t see him.

“deputies put your guns down and get away from the windows.” Noah says disarming himself.

“Sheriff.” Scott said putting an arm out to stop him but he walked outside anyways. 

“Scott what are we going to do?” Liam asked looking at Scott.

I could tell this was going to end one of two ways and I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the peaceful option. Someone was dying here tonight it was just a matter of them or us. Suddenly Malia started to panic.

“we have to get out of here.” She said pacing the room.

“we have to give Stilinski a chance to negotiate.” Scott said trying to stop her pacing.

“how are we going to get Jiang and Tierney out?” Liam asked.

“Screw them.” Malia snapped making Liam stumble backwards.

“Mal, calm down.” I said putting my hand on my belt just in case.

Everyone’s heads snapped up when we heard the familiar voice of Theo Raeken as he entered the room.

“should I kill him?” Liam growled taking a step towards Theo.

“leave him, we have to get the hell out of here!” Malia pleaded with Scott.

Something was wrong. This wasn’t her, it was the fear.

“Don’t you get it we’re trapped! They have all the doors and windows covered, we’re going to die in here!” Quinn says shedding a few tears.

“way to be positive Quinn.” I mumbled.

“can I kill her?” Theo asked looking over to Quinn.

“SHUT UP!” Malia growled approaching Theo.

I quickly un-did my belt snapping my sword in place. Theo looked at me confused to which I just shrugged in response. Scott grabs Malia before she does something stupid. He knows she wouldn’t stand a chance against me. I put my sword away not looking for a fight either.

“there’s only about a dozen of them out there, we could take them, especially with y/n blocking their bullets.” Lydia pointed out still gazing out the window.

“but what about Jiang and Tierney you know the whole point of us being here!” Liam said to Scott.

“we’re getting out of here, all of us.” Scott said nodding at all of us.

Liam goes to get Jiang and Tierney as we prepare to go outside. I snap my katana in to place preparing for a fight. We were just about to bust through the door when Stilinski comes back in.

“what are you guys doing?” He asked looking at us.

“we can take them.” Lydia snapped.

“we’re not fighting. Get back from the windows and Parrish put them back in their cells.” He said pushing us away from the door.

Parrish took Jiang and Tierney back to their cells.

“She’s giving us until midnight to hand them over dead or alive.” Noah said looking at us.

“So let’s prepare for an invasion then.” I said jamming my sword in the door so it would be almost impossible to open.

The others took my advice and started moving desks and filing cabinets to block the windows and doors. I removed my sword and replaced it with the leg of a chair in case I needed it. As Liam and I are moving a desk the power goes out. There was only a dim light coming from the cars outside.

“what the hell?” I questioned looking at the others.

Suddenly a deputy comes in dragging a struggling Nolan. I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes but I fought them.

“I found who cut our power.” She said holding up a pair of bolt cutters.

“Nolan.” I said glaring at him.

He couldn’t look at me though. Liam let out a growl, taking a step towards Nolan. I quickly put my arm out to stop him.

“please don’t make me go back out there y/n, she’ll know I screwed up and she’ll kill me.” He pleaded finally looking at me.

“why should we! You’re a liar Nolan and you’re sick in the head, I say we throw him out.” Liam growls.

I felt the tears I was holding back fall from my eyes. Scott must have saw.

“No, we aren’t throwing him back outside.” Scott said to Liam.

“Parrish lock him up.” Stilinski said looking at Parrish.

Parrish walked over grabbing Nolan. I couldn’t look. I loved him and it was going to get me killed. As soon as Nolan was out of sight I ran to the bathroom breaking down. The reality was now it was him against me. There was no friendship. No love. It was war. Malia walked in wrapping her arms around me. This meant a lot coming from her considering she wasn’t an affectionate person.

“Forget him, if he can’t see who you really are, then he doesn’t deserve you anyways.” Malia said shocking me.

It wasn’t that I thought she was not genuine…. okay maybe I did think that.

“what sometimes I say meaningful things.” She said giving me a smile.

I returned her smile before we walked out of the bathroom. We didn’t get very far when we heard Parrish tell everyone to get down. A smoke grenade went off making it hard to see. I quickly realized the smoke grenade was a distraction. I ran to the holding cells seeing Nolan holding a blue vial of wolfsbane. I quickly tackled Nolan to the ground grabbing his hand that held the wolfsbane. I finally flipped him over so I was straddling his waist and pinning his arms above his head.

“I have to do this!” He said struggling against me.

“Nolan don’t make me have to hurt you!” I said holding him back down.

He stopped struggling and looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

“you’d do that.” He said his voice cracking now.

I looked at his face feeling myself fall back in his trap but I knew I couldn’t let that happen.

“you’re the one that said everything has changed so yeah I would, then maybe you would know how I feel. Nolan you held a gun in my face, you’re trying to kill two innocent teenagers. I’m not the monster Nolan you are. You don’t care about me, the only one faking anything between us was you!  and when I die by the hands of your so called "friends” I just want you to remember that I was the one who truly loved you. " I said finally letting out all the emotions I had been keeping locked inside.

Nolan looked heartbroken.

“you really think that I don’t care about you?” He said trying to get one of his hands free.

He finally got one of his hands free and used it to cup my cheek. I completely forgot about Jiang and Tierney who were right there.

“ask me why I didn’t kill you earlier today.” He said looking in my eyes.

“Nolan please stop.” I said not wanting to hear the lie he was about to tell me.

“ask me.” He repeated.

“Nolan why didn’t you kill me?” I asked.

“Because I love you too.” He said leaning up on one elbow.

I didn’t know if he actually meant it but I guess I didn’t care. I leaned down placing my lips on his in a hungry kiss. I knew this was wrong but it felt so right. I let go of his other arm putting my hands on either side of his face. He wrapped his arms around me kissing me deeply. I was suddenly ripped off of him and thrown in to the wall.

“what the hell?” I said struggling to get up.

I looked up to see Liam growling at Nolan. This was all my fault.

So I decided that I wanted to make this in to a series if you guys want me too? Broken got so much feedback in such a short amount of time so that’s pretty rad! I hope this lives up to that!

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salvainterra  asked:

i love mob so much please for the love of god tell me about ur feelings on 100% ecstasy

OH BOY WILL I !!! ABSOLUTELY 100% (pun unintended but warmly embraced) 

out of all the 100% events, ecstasy is my favorite. the drama… the tragedy… will fiction EVER peak like this again? i don’t think so. but BEFORE I DELVE INTO ALL OF THAT, there’s something i want to talk about first: mob’s psychic powers as an expression of his emotions. 

we all know that mob suppresses his emotions to avoid outbursts of psychic power. but THAT implies that mob’s psychic power is a form of self expression, in the same way that body language is expression. 

he can direct his psychic powers – the same way we can direct our bodies’ actions – but there are other components that are difficult to stop, similar to how people’s shoulders tend to hunch when they’re angry or upset, how they subconsciously cross their arms and direct their feet away when something is making them uncomfortable, etc. 

unless you know about these bits of body language, and make a deliberate attempt to suppress them, it’s difficult to stop your body from revealing something about your emotions. similarly, one function of mob’s psychic power is as an extension of the way he expresses himself. these things happen subconsciously and mostly without mob’s control. 

for example, one of the trademarks of mob’s 100% events is that mob starts releasing waves of psychic power that push his hair back. other side effects include cracking the ground under him, often to dramatic effect.

mob doesn’t push his hair up on purpose, it’s just something that happens – as a result of him releasing his pent-up emotions in the form of psychic power. these little bits of expression aren’t something he can control.

mob also says something REALLY INTERESTING in his first 100% event:

during 100% rage mob uses his psychic powers to fight dimple, yes, but these lines suggest that his outburst of power happened because he finally had to express his anger. and that implies that, in order to show his emotions, and express himself, mob has to use his psychic powers. 

which is something he almost never allows himself to do. 

never forget the disdain / loathing mob had for himself at the beginning of the manga, and how convinced he was that he couldn’t allow himself to express himself OTHERWISE SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN. 

further material to consider: the lines that he said right before his 100% animosity / hostility event 

hostility… 

at this point, mob hasn’t taken any action against koyama yet. his outburst of psychic power, radiating outward and blanketing the area, is not doing anything but expressing his hostility – to the extent that mob expects koyama to be able to feel it. 

in addition to that, during mob’s fight with toichirou, he cycles rapidly through a LOT of emotions, and this is what he says about it:

canon suggests that it’s not just a buildup of of emotions that cause his powers to run amok; allowing his powers to run amok also allows himself to feel the full intensity of his emotions. his psychic powers are key to expressing himself.

I COULD GO ON… but i’ll just leave things here for now. to summarize: mob subconsciously uses his psychic powers to express his emotions, which is why suppressing his emotions also suppresses his psychic powers. 

figure 1: a helpful venn diagram of things 

which brings us to the REALLY SAD, BITTERSWEET, MOURNFUL TRAGEDY THAT IS 100% ECSTASY. 

the fight against toichirou is possibly the first time mob has been able to fully utilize his psychic powers. the first time he’s had to, even. all the unconscious limits he’s put on himself – not allowing his psychic power to go free, stifling his emotions and powers – all come undone. 

mob is allowing himself to be himself, wholly and fully. he’s removed his inhibitions. he’s running wild and free. he’s no longer expending energy trying to regulate his psychic powers – he’s allowing himself to feel. this intensity of emotion and action is something mob has never given himself before, and the freedom of it… feels good. incredibly so. he feels free, he feels alive, and toichirou – the only individual to ever stand on a level close to mob’s – understands perfectly. 

this is a level of joy mob has never felt before. 

the release of his psychic power even comes hand in hand with mob’s body language becoming much freer and more expressive than it is in daily life. look at him go!! mob, for the first time in years… letting himself feel the intensity of his emotions, just as they really are.  

but of course his happiness isn’t going to last 

because mob wants to be a part of society, and he thinks he has to keep his psychic powers sequestered away in order to do that. his greatest fear is accidentally hurting the people he loves with his own psychic power, and when he remembers that possibility… 

the tragedy of 100% ecstasy is that – for just a brief moment, mob released himself from his self-imposed limits. for a moment, he let himself really feel, he let himself be, and in that moment he experienced a richness, an intensity, a moment of being so utterly present and alive that it brought himself to heights he’d never reached before. 

 and mob will never willingly allow himself to do that ever again. 

So I Fell For You

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#27 - Fall

Miraculous Ladybug

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Reposting this because I didn’t trust my judgement last night and wanted to do one last proof read and touch up.

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Adrien knows he is not a very competent human being when he’s really sick.

The first sign is there on Monday as a vague burning in his throat, followed later that day by a slightly runny nose. Nothing life threatening, really only a mild discomfort that does not impact him. The next day he starts coughing a little, just a small burst here and there when he gets that occasional tickle in his throat. His classmates show concern, but he assures them it’s just a minor cold and he’ll be fine, trying to assuage their worry.

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Vol. 10 KatsuDeku Thoughts/Ramblings

Damn

And I thought the last volume was bad

I’ve been sitting on his post for a few days because I’m finding it difficult to express my thoughts without using keyboard smashes or spamming the cry emoji.

Of note: I read this entire series blind (I’ve been spoiled very minimally). Due to personal reasons for supporting the industry, and because I am an adult with disposable income, I do not read manga online. These are my feelings at this moment, without having read any of the other available chapters, but I did know this one was gonna hurt.

H O W E V E R

It hurt way more than I thought it would.

Although, after powering through the hurt, I realized something. This volume is pretty much THE counterargument to any and all “Deku hates Bakugo” statements. Because you know what? He doesn’t.

He really doesn’t.

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thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

Newt has a big crush on Graves pass it on

Newton Artemis Fido Scamander most certainly did not have a crush on one Percival Graves, the Director of Magical Security - until he did, that is.

Newt hadn’t had a crush on anyone for years, in fact, until a good three months after the Grindelwald incident. A good three months after they found Graves. Newt had been brought in to consult on a trafficking ring that broke out during the chaos of cleaning up Grindelwald’s mess and MACUSA had instantly asked for his return. He had come back, knowing he’d probably end up meeting the man behind the face that Grindelwald had stolen -

Only to find out he was on sick leave, re-cooperating from the trauma of being held prisoner. What trauma specifically, be it psychological or physically, no one could say. Nor could they say how long he’d be gone.

So imagine Newt’s surprise when he’s knee deep in a raid - spells flying, creatures howling from their cages and panicking, lashing out through the bars and suddenly, he appears. He spots Graves entering the chamber from across the chaos and for a heart stopping second, Newt can’t move. His face is so familiar, and every moment he blinks, he can see Grindelwald’s exasperated expression as he sentenced him to death. But every time he opens his eyes, he see Percival Graves. And while the face is the same, nothing else is.

Grindelwald had moved like a peacock, strutting his power and the richness of Graves’ body like a man flaunting a pricey car. Graves moved like a panther; smooth, steadfast, assured of his capabilities but also cautious enough to know that didn’t ensure a painless fight. His eyes were deep and focused. He scanned the chaos at hand with a sheer, calm calculation that set Newt at ease. 

And when he announced his entrance finally to the group at large, it was not flashy or wasteful. He bound and gagged three criminals before the rest even realized he was attacking them at all. 

He attacked not just for himself, but for his flock. He cast spells that assisted those aurors that were struggling the most first - the outnumbered or exhausted or wounded. And once assured of their safety, then moved onto the rest. He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t try to eliminate everyone on his own, although Newt had a small inkling that he could. Instead, he worked with his aurors. He attacked just as much as he defended, moving slow and precisely. It wasn’t a race, after all. The safety of his team was most important.

And so while it was a sluggish fight, it was predominantly a success, with minimal injuries occurring after the fact.

“Well done,” he said, his voice rough like whiskey and warming Newt’s chest just the same. Newt watched as he clapped a strong hand onto Abernathy’s shoulder and squeezed, encouraging, before turning to the room at large. “Everyone, begin transporting these men to headquarters. We’ve a long night of paperwork ahead of us.”

“Yes!”

“Of course, sir!”

“Right away!”

And then Graves turned to look at him.

Mr. Scamander, yes? I was informed you were assisting with this case. Are you alright?” Graves asked, approaching him all the while, and Newt couldn’t help but feel pinned beneath the wolfish focus of those eyes. He swallowed, about the speak, when Graves’ gaze slid suddenly over Newt’s shoulder. 

He received no more notice than that. Suddenly, Graves was in front of him, shoving him aside. Newt stumbled into a nearby table, off balance, then whirled to take in what had set Graves off. 

A nundu stood where Newt had once stood, blood on it’s claws. Were it not for the cruel muzzle the criminals had placed upon the creature’s snout, Graves would probably have been struck dead by the creature’s poisons. Newt, too. 

Graves had managed to back away somewhat, but Newt could see where the nundu had struck him - sleeve torn and muddled red at the forearm. Graves had both his hands out, both making him seem large while also giving the nundu sight of both his hands and what they were doing. 

Newt rose to his feet quickly, mouth open to direct Graves, when the man then turned his open palms to him and shook his head - shushing him with his eyes. It was then he realized the man must have already warned back his aurors, too, because they were frozen in a semi-ring around him, wands drawn but frozen as they watched.

The nundu was growling, it’s huge throat swollen in angry and its thorny mane bristling. Newt felt his heart constrict, torn between directing Graves regardless of the man’s request for silence and telling him not to harm the nundu.

But neither predator attacked, nor seemed to attend to - both just staring each other down. It was then, Newt realized, that Graves was gently easing a wandless spell through the air between them. It sunk into the creature gradually, easing it into a calm stupor incrementally instead of all at once lest the spell panic the beast. Newt watched, wide-eyed, as the director calmly eased the creature to the ground - falling into a kneel in time with the moment that the creature laid down, keeping eye contact until it was finally fully slack, eyes closed, restful and at peace. 

“Sir, that was amazing,” one of the aurors whispered, awed. 

“Yes it was,” Newt whispered.

Graves leaned forward, hands searching out the crevices of the muzzle, frowning as though displeased as Newt approached. The man looked up at him once before leaning back on his haunches and turning his attention back to the beast.

“My apologies, Mr. Scamander. I am well aware of your expertise, but I did not think warning you would give you enough time to react - I hope I did not hurt you.”

“N-no, I’m quite alright. You… Thank you for not harming him. Another man might have killed him without another thought if they were staring down a nundu.”

“It’s not the creature’s fault he’s here. A spell must have shattered the door to his cage. Spooked him. We got too close and he was acting on instinct. He didn’t advance any further after the initial swipe - he didn’t want to hurt anyone,” Graves said, eyes on the creature as he spoke. “Can hardly fault him for trying to protect himself. Far from home, surrounded by hostile people and then exposed to the fight that just happened. And then he was muzzled. I don’t strike a man if I have a knife and he doesn’t. Goes the same for creatures. Just doesn’t seem right.”

Newt blinked, stock-still in the face of the last words he had expected to hear.

“I wish we could loosen this,” Graves said, fingers trailing over the places where the muzzle bit cruelly into the creature’s jaws, “But until he’s somewhere more managable, I don’t think that’s an option - for all of our sake’s, his included. I apologize though, Mr. Scamander. I know you’re likely not comfortable with that.”

Newt jerked, shook himself of his daze and said, “N-No, not at all. You’re right, it’s best for all of us, the nundu included, until I can get him somewhere safe.”

And when Graves rose to his feet, they were suddenly so close. Newt felt his breath hitch. He watched as Graves ran a hand over his wound, sewing the ragged mess shut, before looking ever so slightly up to look at Newt.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mr. Scamander?” Graves asked. “You look a little shell shocked.”

Newt nodded quickly, too quickly to be smooth.

“Good. We should start noting and moving these creatures somewhere safe, then. I’d be happy to lend you a hand, if you need the assistance,” Graves said, clapping Newt on the back as he had done the aurors. “The faster we get them somewhere more like home, the better - right?”

And when Graves smiled at him, Newt felt his breath catch in his lungs. Oh no, he thought. He’s perfect.

Hinami and Kaneki

You know what really got me upset this chapter is the fact that Hinami blames everything that changed about Kaneki on herself. That the reason that Hinami wanted to get stronger is because the one time she wasn’t to no fault of her own she made Kaneki leave this cushion he created as a half Ghoul. Hinami blames herself as the indirect reason for every bad thing that has happened to him because she was the catalyst of him becoming more active in the ghoul community. This is so heartbreaking that because Hinami didn’t want to be a burden she never was open about this, and Kaneki could never tell her that she is wrong. This whole guilt she has had turned into her wanting to be the perfect person for Kaneki, and her last thoughts before she though she was gonna die was am I beautiful and strong enough to be by your side. It literally breaks my heart and is just another thing that Kaneki really needs to fix because he really has been ignorant to all the people he has been hurting

anonymous asked:

anyway talk to me about Steve Trevor

you don’t have to ask me twice lol pull up a seat yall let’s talk about my son for a minute

this beautiful bastard:

(and i say this as someone who has never thought chris pine was anything more than average-looking)

so first of all, let’s talk about steve’s entrance. he’s on a doomed plane that crashes in the ocean, and then he’s rescued little-mermaid-stylez and dragged onto the themyscira beach by diana. he doesn’t have any time to orient himself or try to figure out where exactly he is and who exactly he’s with, before suddenly the germans are there and the amazons are swinging out like a bunch of super hot lesbian tarzans. so what is steve’s response to all of this tomfoolery?? he immediately joins the badass lesbian army and tries to help, even shielding diana–a complete and total stranger–with his own body. he doesn’t think “hey why are all these women in tasteful body armor fighting?? where are the men??” he thinks “ok these are soldiers fighting the bad guys and i’m gonna do whatever i can to help.”

and honestly that’s steve in a nutshell? he just wants to do whatever he can to help, whether that’s by spying and collecting intel for the allied forces, or by sneaking behind enemy lines to try and stop millions more from dying, or by lifting a giant sheet of metal so his superhero girlfriend can rocket launch herself through a tower. he’s flexible. 

also like look at steve’s friends, and the way he treats his friends?? we have etta, who is admittedly more of an employee than a friend but he still treats her like his equal, and she’s clearly not afraid to speak her mind around him which tells us that they have an easy and open relationship. then there’s charlie, the alcoholic suffering from ptsd whom steve respects and supports in his recovery. then there’s sameer, a north african moc whom again, steve respects and admires the talent of. and then there’s my dude chief!!! an actual native american!!! whom steve respects and cares about greatly!! steve cares about people, proven time and time again both by how he treats the individuals around him and how ready he is to literally die if he thinks it might save others.

and then ofc there’s the way he treats diana, the real pickle on the Best Damn Sandwich that is steve trevor. he doesn’t just treat diana like she’s some tourist that he’s grudgingly dragging around the western front (cough whedon cough). he respects and admires diana and then, later, he loves her, and he makes sure that she knows that. he makes sure that she knows how amazing and inspirational she is, how important she is. “i can save today, but you can save the world” is such a good line because steve is literally acknowledging that she can do what no one else can, and that’s a good thing.

so often we see leading males who are intimidated by their female counterparts if they sense they might be stronger than them. they crack a joke about how the woman “got lucky” or are quick to point out something they can do that the woman can’t. “you’re pretty good–for a girl” nonsense. 

steve does none of that, and in fact, does the opposite. outside of themyscira, steve is diana’s biggest fan, her number one supporter, the guy holding her flower while she throws down–and then jumping in if he thinks he can help her. 

he lets her lead, consistently, once he realizes that she can. ofc at first he’s a little hesitant to let her just march through no man’s land, but the moment he sees her deflect those first bullets, he turns into her cheerleader. ofc he’s a little hesitant to believe that one mythological god could be behind the greatest war that had ever existed, but once again, the moment ares turns up, steve is ready to assist diana in whatever way he can. including sacrificing himself to save the day, while she goes on to save the future.

there were so many opportunities for him to make some crude comment about her costume, or about themyscira only having women, or about her “inexperience with men” etc (cough whedon cough) but steve is nothing but a gentleman throughout, always following diana’s lead in that as well. he’s uncomfortable when she sees him naked, but when he realizes she’s fine, he just goes with it, without making any crude jokes or invitations. on the boat, he’s embarrassed about sleeping next to her lol and then in england, he wants her to change her clothes not because he doesn’t approve of them, but because he knows they would stand out too much when they need to blend in. even when he does ask about the lack of men on the island, it’s clearly just curiosity, and once again he’s awkward about it, not wanting to be too forward or rude. he respects diana’s boundaries from the moment that he meets her.

look at the way he looks at her:

awe-struck. steve always had faith in people, even as he also recognized the bad in others too. he could have given up on stopping the war after his plane crashed, but he didn’t even hesitate before jumping back onto the front lines. even though he genuinely believed he was going to die. he didn’t hesitate before climbing into that bomb-laden plane, even though he knew he was going to die. because at the end of the day, steve always believed that the world could be saved, and that maybe he could help that happen. 

and then he met diana, and he knew that she could. 

when he had to tell her that humanity wasn’t all good, or all bad, but instead a mix of grays, you could see he didn’t want to admit it. not because he didn’t believe it was true, but because he didn’t want to break diana’s heart. he didn’t want to be the reason she lost faith. but he still told her the truth, because (even though he’s literally a spy and lies a lot lol) to steve, the truth is what matters. truth, and faith, and doing what’s best, even if it’s not the best thing for him.

when diana said she was giving up on mankind, and that they didn’t deserve her, he didn’t try to make her stay. he said “maybe it’s not about what people deserve, maybe it’s about doing what you believe in,” because that was the thought that got him through the war. but when diana still wasn’t willing, he turned and went back to fight on his own, because even though it hurt him, even though he wanted to stay with her, he knew that was the right thing. 

his last words were reassuring diana that she could save the world, and that he loved her. and these were his last thoughts:

“He wasn’t afraid. But he was wistful. He wanted to show Diana the beautiful parts of this world. To share it with her.”

to share it with her. because steve loved diana as an equal. he wanted more time to share with her. it would have been easy to just let the plane get away, or let someone else take the fall, but that isn’t who steve is. steve would always do what he could to help. sometimes that meant fighting alongside a bunch of amazons on a beach. sometimes it meant buying wonderwoman ice cream. and sometimes it meant getting in a plane to die, because if he didn’t, other people would die instead.

the reason that wondertrev works so beautifully is because diana and steve are, at their core, the same. they both believe in goodness, and love. they both believe in helping. when diana’s ears are still ringing and she can’t even hear what he’s saying, and she looks ready to pass out, the first thing she says is “i can do it, let me do it.” she’s so ready and willing to do whatever he needs, and steve just smiles because he understands, because he’s like that too. steve’s faith is what reignited diana’s own belief, at the end, and at the end, steve died believing in her.

12x17 I..... liked this episode ?

This is my first post-episode overview commentary because I just was surprised how much I liked this episode. There was still some wtf-ery but generally I enjoyed it and, well, I can’t help but link everything to Destiel these days and the Destiel itself was strong but man, the continued breaking down of the barriers to it becoming canon more textual just keeps coming this season. 

Dabb……

Originally posted by michael-scott-quotes

The women: Ok so I really hope they follow through on the Mary can actually “have it all” and I hope there’s a reason for Kelly’s characterisation like she’s being mind controlled by the kid, but other than that I’m pretty happy with this episode? Kelly textually said she was used. Yes, thank you.

Mary and Ketch - I didn’t…hate it? Ok so it’s a bit weird but only because we have info on Ketch that Mary doesn’t? To Mary he is her trainer, he’s charming, he helped save her boys…. she doesn’t know about Magda, Toni, maybe not even how vicious he can be…. and Mary is allowed her fair share of Winchester terrible sexual partners and she’s a big girl, she can do what and whoever she wants as long as it’s not hurting anyone. 

And there is a clear Destiel-related reason I am 100% OK WITH MARY MAKING THIS DECISION! (see below).

Crowley / Lucifer: I’m hoping this whole thing is just another set up like it was last Bucklemming episode, to be ‘fixed’ later, I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt there. 

Mick: I liked Mick, I wanted Mick to live even though I knew he wouldn’t really. At least now people wont be worried he’s replacing Cas. Oh well. Also, kind of re-cements Ketch as our bad guy. Will he still try to kill Mary? *drum roll*…

Omg the Saileen: They are cute, they HOLD GREAT EYE CONTACT and all the little smiles and flirting while at the same time wow badass hunter couple. And Sam learned more sign language?! And they talked before off screen after Coeur d’Alene and its implied they talked more than that?! Yes please! 

My head canon is that that night she still couldn’t sleep after killing whatisface snobby Brit guy (yeah, another snobby Brit guy, thanks for that), knocked quietly on Sam’s door, he wordlessly offered his hand to her, she climbed into bed with him, they cuddled and he comforted her, that is all. They are so pure and I love them.

They can be a badass hunter husband and wife and just all the cuteness.


Ok so the Destiel: 

Pining!Dean is what I live for in these kind of episodes. Whispers *Thank you Bucklemming*? 

Dean / Cas and Sam / Eileen clear romantic parallels all episode! Dean not deflecting and admitting he is worried to Sam! (Also aside - Dean admitting Mick drank him under the table and not posturing like he’s this big macho guy).

Dean called Cas 4 times… that day. I would also be worried, Cas always calls Dean back. They also text regularly. So yeah. Also the callback of Mick talking about Lucifer being in your boyfriend. Ouch. Also MORE Dean calling Cas away from Sam *satisfied face* - will add this to my already long phone call post ;) 

Ok, so the Mary/Ketch thing…

Personally, Destiel shipper hat on I hope that between the colt and this, when Dean finds out it will really cement his realisations this season about his feelings for Cas. 

If Mary can sleep with who she wants why can’t he? He’s put her on such a pedestal and she’s shown she’s human over and over again, this would cement it for Dean. And if Mary can sleep with someone she doesn’t love, who Dean knows is a psychopath (even if Mary doesn’t), why can’t Dean acknowledge his own pure, healthy feelings of love for Cas? I don’t know if I’m voicing this coherently but I have feelings about this ok. 

This season is just building so much to break down the walls around Dean / Cas: 

1. Dean generally is letting his facade down and letting his real self shine through, see ALL the meta about the whole of season 12 plus the textual whole episode of 12x11 showing us this is what we are meant to be seeing and getting from all this.

2. Cas was / is still thinking about where he belongs. Dean was / is still worried that everyone he loves will abandon him. THESE THINGS TIE IN TOGETHER AND ARE TEXTUALLY TIEING IN TOGETHER THIS SEASON.

3. Sam and Eileen are / could be a cute hunter couple and a great example. Sam doesn’t have to rely on Dean if he has someone else. Dean can move on himself much as a single parent often does once they know their child is emotionally OK. Check. 

4. Mary shows him that he doesn’t have to worry about *shame* on the family. She might even say something to this point about herself if they discuss this (I’m looking at you leaked argument between Dean and Mary in 12x21).

5. Cas has told Dean that he loves him. And yes I will go on record AGAIN to say that Sam and Dean both had an acknowledged, directed, written, face of REALISATION when Cas made the clarification and made clear the first I love you was to Dean alone. Even if it wasn’t (pffff), it was written ambiguously for a *reason*.

6. And….

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

It seems Dean is realising now how ‘fragile’ Cas is. He is no longer on the ‘Cas’ll be fine’ band wagon. HE IS NOT MAD, HE’S WORRIED.

There is a reason twitter is awash with - 

WHERE IS THE ANGEL?! 

- every episode since 12x12 (even 12x15 only had marginal Cas and no real Dean/Cas other than both times it was gloriously, clearly, romanticised).

We are supposed to be worried, to be missing him because Dean is worried and missing him and off course this flows through to the show’s narrative and they’re making us feel this (and I’m sure Sam too of course but its not the same).

Dabb. I see you.

Peace Out.

TW: major character death
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Ask someone, anyone, how they’d like to die. Most of the time, you’re going to get an answer that’s pretty similar to each other.

‘In my sleep.’

‘I don’t want to feel it.’

‘Old age.’

Nobody wants to go out guns blazing, they don’t want to go out in some horrible accident. Not murdered, nothing of the sort.

How do they want to die?

Peaceful.

That’s how it turned out once Team Voltron had defeated Lotor, the Galran empire, Zarkon and Haggar, the whole lot of them.

The universe was saved.
Everything was the way they had fought for it to have been nearly a year ago.

A year ago.

Sitting here now, in the castle, watching his teammates whoop and holler in joy, in triumph, Lance couldn’t join them.

He could only give a small smile, turn on his heel, and stalk off slowly. It would be selfish and unfair to ruin their moment.

The moment he wouldn’t be around to enjoy much longer. He only had a week.

In a week, Lance would die.

It wasn’t like Lance didn’t know of course. He had known for nearly a year now.

Living in Cuba, it was common in the area he lived in to pick up odd illnesses. Bitten by bugs, scratched by a foreign object, anything could pass on a disease.

His little sister nearly died after contracting a deadly illness in the lake near their house. Something in the water when she accidentally swallowed it.

She had only been three at the time, and it wasn’t until she was five that she’d been cured of it.

Lance had gotten sick on his travel from Cuba to the Garrison. He had never traveled so far, or so long, and it had taken a toll on him.

It was just a little chest pain and a head cold, it would be fine within the week.

And it was.
For a few months.

About a week before they went into space, Lance had gone down to the infirmary to get a pain checked out.

His heart had been deteriorating, the muscles that kept it going would die out faster than they were supposed to.

Lance was told that in about a year, they would give out, just like that.

All because of a little plane trip with a few stops, and a hereditary disease he had never been told about.

Lance decided he would tell no one at the Garrison, none of his friends at least. The staff knew perfectly well, but only pushed him harder.

So from that day forward, Lance tried his hardest to make everyone happy. To make everyone smile, to make his impact on the world before he was no longer in it.

It wasn’t something that could be healed in a healing pod, or saved with medication.

It was just the end of the line for Lance.

And now, he had less than a week left.
He’d wanted to do more in this year.

But at the same time, he had done so much.

“Hey Lance! Where ya going?” Hunk called from behind the blue paladin as Lance tried to walk off.

“Lance? Hey, we just saved the universe! Come on, get over here and join in the celebration!”

“There’s a parade in our favor!”

Lance sighed, smiling. Make everyone happy while he still could, right? He lifted his was and turned, peeking immediately as he walked off.

“Parade? Why didn’t you say so! See mullet, told ya there’d be a parade.” He laughed, clapping Keith on the back as he made it over.

“Good job, everyone. We’re proud.”

A burst of pride went through Lance, the last one out of the castles double doors and a chorus of cheers from the inhabitants of the universe filled their ears.

Voltron had defeated Lotor and his family’s evil, yet still managed to save those who were against the rebellion.

Galra and other species alike were free, and they could go on with their lives.

Peacefully.

Lance felt like not much had been done this year, but yes, he had done so much.

He made friends, a family he could call his own. Shiro, Hunk, Pidge, Allura, Coran, and he’ll even Keith.

The blue paladin had bettered himself as a person, he’d connected with himself and became the best he could be with the help of a huge ass metal lion.

He would be remembered in the eyes of many. He’d made a lasting impressions on creatures all throughout space.

Lance McClain was the hero he’d always aspired to be, and now he’d made so many more people happier.

Lance McClain bettered so many more lives.

If you asked Lance in the following days how he wanted to go, he wouldn’t have given you any other option than the way it was supposed to be.

Lance wouldn’t die of old age.

It would probably hurt, yeah.

And there was a good chance it wouldn’t happen in his sleep. Maybe it would.

Lance wouldn’t die in any of these ways, destiny had already decided that one for him.

But Lance would die peacefully knowing that he had saved the universe. He had made so many people happy while he could.

His smile would live on even after his space family found him dead in the hallway, not a pulse to be felt.

They’d tell his jokes for years.

Alien kids would chant at lunch “When I say Vol, you say tron!” And there would always be that kid who didn’t get it.

Maybe his life was cut short.
Maybe he could have lived on to do so much more than what he’d been given in the time he had.

But what he did do, in that last year, with a decaying heart and a sometimes fake smile?

Well, that was something not every sharpshooter could do.

Lance didn’t get to live a full life.
But it was peaceful in the end.