My hair decided it wanted to play nice today even though I forgot my hair brush, so I documented this rare phenomenon with some gratuitous pictures of myself, or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bombshell, AKA Me
So I know I’ve seen rumors being spread lately about “leaked spoilers” that El is going to be in Chicago in season two, and while there is very very little proof behind those rumors (basically just pictures on set that people claimed were supposed to be in Chicago, and pictures of a Greyhound bus that people said El got off of) I’m just finding out tonight that according to IMDB they have actually casted a few Chicago police officers. Whether El is actually there or not I have no idea, but there’s definitely something happening in Chicago…
hi tt so I think I'm bi but how do I know?? and like I don't wanna say anything to anyone, not because I think it's a big deal or that anyone I know would react poorly, but rather because I don't think I'll be believed...but so idk I'm 23 shouldn't I know what's up by now why don't I
(( OOC: My preferences change all the time. Don’t stress… you simply like who you like… just like everyone else. ))
So the Witcher book I’m reading had Ciri mention that Yennefer gave her a bag of things all ladies should have, or something to that effect. I was kinda like, ok whatever and rolled my eyes but Ciri was like “it’s a comb and like a nail file, oh and a knife and another knife and a tampon” and seeing the word tampon in a fantasy novel took me by such surprise, like good job for that
a prompt i wanna see filled: Sidney works up the courage to ask Geno to a dinner date. Sidney is so happy when Geno agrees, and he looks forward to the date all week; however, Geno cancels last minute on him and doesn’t think it’s a big deal because he thinks its a casual friend getting food thing and that they can reschedule. By the time he gets this text, Sidney has been waiting at their table for 10 minutes, dressed nicely. Some baby pens see him sitting shell-shocked at the table by himself and converge on him; Sid tells them tonelessly that he was supposed to meet Geno for dinner. Baby pens are like omg!!! Sid you asked him out!! Congrats!! But then Sid goes, “He’s not coming.” Baby pens are shook on his behalf and spend the rest of the evening with Sid. Next day at practice, Geno cannot figure out why all the baby pens are glaring at him and casually block his way when Geno tries to talk to Sid, or why Sid sounds so detached and hurt when he has to talk at Geno, until he does.
Just really want a h/c sidgeno with protective baby pens, and a sid who hasn’t dated much so this incident shook him
Hux taking kylo to his nest for the first time.........
thank you so much for this
Kylo doesn’t know what planet
they’re on. He isn’t even sure the little backwater moon they landed on even has a name but Hux had piloted their
shuttle here without a hitch, expertly so.
Like he’s flown this route dozens of times before.
The forest is densely thick,
the high canopy shields them from the sunlight, creating a chill in the air.
Kylo stretches out with the Force, sensing no threats or dangers of any kind
but he frowns regardless. He sticks close to Hux, unknowing of where his omega
is leading him to but Hux’s scent is incredibly soothing, calmer than Kylo has
sensed it to be in a long time.
“You do know where you’re taking us, don’t you?” Kylo eventually says,
unable to keep his jitteriness to himself.
Hux turns to look at him, his
expression filled with derision. “Yes,
Ren. I know exactly where I’m leading us to. Relax. This place is safe. We’re
The mated pair trudge through
the woodland for only a few more minutes before Kylo begins to notice that the
canopy above them is thinning out, allowing the warm sun to beam down on them.
Stepping into a small clearing, Kylo blinks, having not expected to come across
a small, oddly-shaped house nestled in the glade, its wooden exterior helping it
to blend in among the surrounding scenery. Its slanted roof gives it an off-worldly feel,
like such architecture doesn’t belong on such a backwater planet, but Kylo
finds it oddly alluring, and oddly familiar.
Hux steps through the tall
grass that brushes against his knees to walk up the steps and onto the porch of
the house. Kylo follows, noting the nostalgic smile on Hux’s usually-stoic face. From the
pocket of his non-uniform trousers, Hux pulls a silver key into his palm,
admiring its shape for a second before he unlocks the door, looking over his
shoulder to his alpha with a wild admiration in his green eyes. Still frowning
and still confused as to what this strange little house is, Kylo follows Hux
through the door, though he’s immediately hit with Hux’s scent, though it’s not
emitting from his omega’s body, it’s in the very air around them.
The lights flicker on, engulfing
them in a warm glow. It’s extremely cosy, decorated intricately with
possessions that clearly have a lot a value; paintings and old books and
pottery. Kylo can feel the emotional charge radiating from the very walls.
“What do you think?” Hux asks,
shedding his jacket, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door.
Kylo closes his mouth, not releasing
that it’d fallen agape. “It’s…quaint. What is it?”
Hux inhales through his nose
for a few seconds before exhaling calmly. “It’s my nest.”
Kylo’s confusion dissipates in
an instant as the puzzle pieces seemingly fit together perfectly now. Omegas nest; create a safe haven for themselves
where they feel protected, surrounded by items that they draw comfort from. And
this is Hux’s. And Hux has willingly brought Kylo, his alpha, into his nest, his safe place, a gesture of tremendous
trust, Kylo thinks. He feels his heart flutter, their growing soulbond manifesting
as a flame in his mind, growing fiercer by the second, as though affirming
itself, growing stronger the longer Kylo stands in the place where his omega
feels most protected.
Grabbing hold of his alpha’s
hand, Hux leads Kylo away from the hall and into the room on the left, opening
the door slowly to reveal a messy-looking room, a bed in the middle of the mass
of blankets, clothes and old, fabric-bound books.
“But why would you choose a
forest planet for your nest? You hate the
outdoors,” Kylo asks, obviously puzzled by Hux’s choice of location.
“I didn’t choose it because I liked it. I chose it because it’s safe. And
the fact that I very much dislike woodland areas makes it safer,” Hux says, sounding impressed by his own logic. “This little
planet is practically the opposite of Arkanis. Green, bright, secluded. Ideal, really. ”
Kylo’s eyes graze across the room, noting a piece of worn, black clothing folded neatly and resting atop the
masses of blankets. He frowns, knowing that Hux wears no such clothing.
Kimberly starts to wake up extra early to pick up Trini for school and doesn’t get annoyed with Trini when Trini looks through her backpack to make sure she has everything several times, like her parents do sometimes on a tight schedule. Kim constantly assures Trini that she can take as long as she needs on the days that it seems to be worse.
When Jason or Zack don’t brush their hair, it drives Trini insane. They both have this one spot on the top of their head, that no matter how many times she tries to smooth it out, their hair still sticks up.
Her room is also very clean, and everything that’s important to her goes in a drawer next to her bed, where everything is organized in it neatly.
Billy helps her sometimes, like discussing ways he organizes his own homework or how he puts his own clothes away, and Trini tries them. She can’t say she’s surprised when it helps, since it’s Billy, and he’s only the smartest person she knows.
In biology one of the posters on the classroom wall is crooked, and when Trini notices, she spends a week obsessing over it, too embarrassed to bring it up to her teacher, because its just a poster. (Kim makes a big deal of it, and one day after school, her and Trini sneak into the locked classroom to straighten it out) The next day, Trini’s able to focus again and continues to color code her notes.
Trini’s constantly fixing her hat, or re-tying her shoes, because if her hat is on at he wrong angle, or if her shoelaces stick too far out from her sneakers, afraid that her outfit looks wrong. (It doesn’t help much that sometimes her parents still say that they wish she’d dress differently). The other rangers tell her that she looks fine, and when it seems that she doesn’t believe them, Zack messes up his entire outfit and goes, “See? Now we both look ridiculous.”
BUT I FEEL SO BAD FOR YOUSEF MY BABY BOY HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT HE DID WRONG ?1 ITS NOT A BIG DEAL TO HIM (saying he doesnt believe in God) AND HE MIGHT THINK ITS NOT A BIG DEAL TO SANA AS WELL BECAUSE EVERYONE’S ASSUMING EVERYTHING AROUND THEM APPARENTLY AND HE’S SENDING TEXTS LIKE THAT IM CRYI
Request: I’ve got a request, you’re the Winchesters sister (older than Sam but younger than Dean) and she sold her soul when she was about 16 to save John, she didn’t tell anybody and 10 years later the hellhounds come to get her, she tries to be alone when she dies but it kinda failed and the boys have to see it happen (I hope it’s not too much information!)
Word Count: 2818
Warnings: some swearing, a little bit gorey when she’s getting ripped to shreds by the hellhounds, just a heads up I almost made myself cry
A/N: ok so heads up I made myself want to curl up into a ball and die on the floor so im almost sorry for writing this but I couldn’t help myself its probably not even that emotional but still and whatever you do make sure that you do not listen to Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE bc I did and now im dead wow im making such a big deal out of this its probably because its like 1am but still I hope this is what you wanted and sorry that it came out so late, but I just kind of got caught up in other stuff and couldn’t think of what to write soo yeah (btw I got the info for how to treat stab wounds from here and here should you guys ever feel the urge to know what to do in these scenarios)
I reposted this because some people had difficulties getting access to this. Hopefully it works. hmu if not!
“Dad!” Y/N heard Dean scream as the werewolf snuck behind John. She watched as the blade sank into his stomach, one hand stifling his grunt of pain.
“No,” she whispered. “No!” Quickly, she shot the monster in the back, running over to where Dean was trying to support his father.
“Y/N,” he snapped. “Bring the car around back. We’re taking him back to the motel and stitching him back up. Go,” he added when she didn’t move. Nodding slowly, she ran to the impala. Not wasting any time, she swung open the door and opened the driver’s door. She had to hurry, had to be fast. They could fix dad, he’d be fine. Otherwise…
He’d be fine.
“Open the back door,” he grunted, helping his father to the car. “Sit back there with him. I’m going to drive.”
Quickly they moved, wary of the precious time they had left. Y/N had barely sat down on the seat beside John when the car lurched forward. She gasped, closing the car door and glaring at Dean.
“Y/N,” her father’s voice sounded pained. She checked the wound. It was bad. “Y/N.”
“Yeah?” she responded, not paying much attention to his words. She was too busy trying to figure out what to do while they were driving.
“Don’t…” he coughed. “Don’t let the boys do anything stupid, okay?”
“You’re going to have to hold me to that,” she grunted, ripping off her flannel to use it to stop the blood flow. “You’re not dying on me. Not now.”
“Y/N-” he tried again.
“Dean,” she interrupted. “Step on it. He’s bleeding through everything I can give him.”
“Got it.” The car accelerated, blurring the lights of passing storefronts and homes as they sped towards the motel.
Y/N closed her eyes, pre-planning the next steps. She’d have to first get him inside without shifting him so he’d bleed harder, and then find gauze to stop the bleeding. Once that was finished, she’d clean the wound, sterilize it, and-
“Y/N!” Dean called back to her. “We’re here. Get Sam!” Y/N scrambled to get out of the car, racing inside.
“Y/N?” Sam asked, standing up from his position on the bed. “What-”
“Dad’s hurt,” Dean interrupted, half-carrying him through the door. “Y/N, what do we do?” Sam and Dean looked to her, awaiting orders. She had always been the one to stitch them all back up, even when she herself was injured. It was like they all had a role: Dad was the leader; Dean was the soldier who made sure all the orders were carried out; Sammy did the research; and Y/N was the medic. Together, they kicked ass.
“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her, shaking her from her thoughts. “What do we do?”
“Lay him down on the bed,” she ordered. “Sam, apply pressure. Dean, sterilize it. Do not touch the knife. Leave it in. It’s stopping most of the blood flow, and any movement could cause further damage.”
They all scrambled in haste to attend her orders. She tore his clothes to further inspect his wound.
“Y/N,” John coughed. She immediately shoved a pillow beneath his head. “Y/N, remember what I said-”
“No,” she said sternly, looking him in the eye. “You are not dying. I am not becoming an orphan, not today. Sam! Where are you?”
“Coming!” he called rushing over to the bed with his cloth. Y/N scrambled back, letting Sam fill in her spot. Dean followed close behind, following the procedure that she had drilled into his brain from the numerous times she had performed them on him.
She turned to the bathroom, washing her hands and splashing some water on her face. Come on, Y/N, she thought to herself. Dad’s… face it. Dad’s dying, and you don’t know what to do. How can you save him?
Then it hit her.
She vaguely remembered seeing a crossroads on the way here. She knew the moment the knife had plunged into her father’s abdomen that she wasn’t nearly well trained enough to deal with this; not with the supplies she had. There was only one way to save him at this point.
Y/N ran out of the bathroom, snatching her jacket and racing out the door.
“Y/N!” Dean screamed for her, but she kept sprinting. “Y/N, get your ass back in here! Dad’s-” his voice broke off. He was unable to say it. She had to act fast.
Y/N always knew this day would come. That was why she carried a premade box around with her, inside her jacket when they hunted should the occasion ever arise. Quickly she made her way to the gravel road, stopping dead center in the parking lot. Checking to see she wasn’t being followed, she planted the box. Scooping the dirt back over it, she stood up.
“C’mon,” she tapped her foot impatiently. “Come on, you stupid son of a-”
“I’d watch that tongue, sweetie,” a voice from behind her. She whipped around, coming face to face with a young woman. She had dark features and wore black clothing. Not that it mattered to Y/N.
“Save my dad,” she practically yelled. The demon raised an eyebrow. She collected herself, taking a deep breath. “Please.”
“You know the terms, I assume?” the demon asked slowly. Too slowly for Y/N’s liking. “Ten long, good-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N said, striding over to her. “Ten years. I know. Now shut up and take my soul.” With that, she planted her lips on the demon’s. She was shocked at first, but quickly responded.
“See you then,” she smirked before leaving Y/N to walk back to the motel, still in shock from what she had just done. She had barely walked back inside the motel room when Dean was in her face.
“What the hell, Y/N?” he nearly shouted. She frowned, confused as to why he wasn’t screaming, until she saw her father. His chest was gently rising and falling, as though he had just taken a nap and not been stabbed. The blood was hardly flowing, and he was… snoring? Y/N didn’t think that she’d ever heard her father snore before.
“He’s fine.” She shrugged him off, going to sit on her bed. She put her head in her hands.
“He wasn’t when you left!” he spat at her. Sam didn’t even look at his sister.
“Y/N, he could have died, and you left. Next time you decide to bail on family, go ahead and stay away.”
“Dean,” she whispered. “Please. I was-”
“I don’t want to hear it,” he snapped. “Now that no one is dead, I’m going for a walk. Because I actually tried to help, so I deserve that.” With that, he left.
“Y/N,” Sam said after a minute of silence. “You did know… you did know that dad was going to be okay, right? Before you left?” She smiled wearily, trying not to memorize every feature of her little brother’s face. She attempted to not memorize his soft eyes, his optimistic tone, his mussy hair and innocence.
“Of course, Sam. I had it all under control.”
Ten Years Later
Y/N drank down the last of her whiskey as she glanced at the clock on her phone. It flashed 11:56pm in the faint light the screen provided. She sat down on the curb, watching as the cars drove by. She waited, ever so calm and patient, for it to come.
For them to come.
She had been experiencing the symptoms recently: visions; sounds; the whole shebang. Y/N thought she had done a fairly good job at hiding them from her brothers, but they weren’t totally convinced. That was why they were watching her from far away. Not that she knew.
It was ten years exactly. Ten years since the deal. Though Sam left and dad did die eventually, she didn’t regret it. There was some sort of a calm washing over her. She was going to die for a good cause, and her brothers wouldn’t see it.
A twig snapped behind her.
She didn’t even turn around. She sighed, standing up.
“I’ll come into the alley. Make it easier to clean up.”
Silently she walked into the alleyway, taking one last swig of alcohol before setting it on the ground. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a letter. She laid it by her canteen. A single tear slipped. I love you, Sam and Dean, she thought to herself. I love you boys.
“Take me away,” she whispered. Then hot breath blew against her neck, and she was knocked to the ground. She didn’t put up a fight.
“Y/N!” Dean screamed, sprinting towards her. Sam was close behind. “Y/N!” She turned her head around, a sad smile plastered on her face.
“Sam, Dean,” she coughed out, body being torn to shreds by some invisible force. “I-”
Her throat was slashed. She spoke no more.
After a moment, the slicing stopped.
The boys ran to her side, tears streaming down their faces. Sam clutched her jacket front, sobbing openly into her chest. There was no heartbeat, no warmth, no nothing expect the cold and metallic scent of her blood and body tissue that made him want to throw up.
“Y/N!” Dean screamed. “No, you selfish- how could you- why?” His body wracked with cries, leaning his forehead against hers, trying to will her to come back. It was nearly an hour before either of them saw the flask and folded paper beside it. Sam moved to it first. He read it, fresh tears springing to his eyes.
“Dean,” he croaked. “Dean.”
“What?” his brother snapped.
“She… she left a note.”
“Here. Read it.”
He thrust the paper out to Dean, who hesitantly took it. Taking a shuddering breath, he opened the letter.
Dear Sam and Dean,
I know I should have told you, but when I tried it couldn’t come out. There were so many times when I tried to memorize your face, your voice, your everything, that I figured you shouldn’t be burdened with it. It was my weight to carry, and I have never welcomed a trouble more.
Remember that hunt we went on, ten years ago to this date? It was a werewolf case. It got dad. I just couldn’t let him die. So, I sold my soul. I suppose it doesn’t matter much now that he’s gone anyways, but I’m glad I did it. He lived so we could have a parent an adult to watch over us. I did it so Dean wouldn’t have to be the oldest, watch out for his younger siblings. I don’t regret it.
Dean, after reading this and thinking about our argument, I know you’re going to blame yourself. Please, try not to. I know you will anyways, but I love you and don’t want you to go through that. God, I can’t say that enough. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don’t you dare ever forget it or think otherwise. I will kick your ass from beyond the grave so help me. All I ask is that you accept this, don’t do what I did, and move on. Don’t forget me, but accept what has happened and move on. I don’t want you to suffer. I love you. Accept my passing and move forwards. Don’t be afraid to cry. Don’t be afraid to fear. To be afraid to experience emotions. Taking care of yourself takes care of more than yourself. I love you. The only thing I ask you to be strong for is Sam. I know he can take care of himself, but I still worry about the kid. I love you. More than you’ll ever know. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss your stupid jokes and the way your jaw sets when you’re trying to hold in your emotions and I’ll miss your eyes that remind me of second grade when I climbed up in the tree and played with the leaves after the bully pushed me to the ground and you sat with me, saying that you loved me and that nothing would ever happen to me. Nothing ever did. Know that. You couldn’t have stopped me, even if you wanted to. I love you. I love you so much.
Sammy, my not-so-little brother. You never gave up on me, even when I gave up on myself. I can never repay you for that. Please, I know you are going to find some way to blame yourself, and so will Dean. I just need you to be there for him. Remember all those times where the world was trying to tear us apart, and remember how we said, “Screw you. We’re a family.” I know you’re going to hurt, and I know you’re going to hurt bad. And that’s okay. It’s okay for you to want to cry, to scream, to break everything until there is nothing left and your knuckles bleed. It’s okay for you to fall to your knees, as long as you get back up again. Please, know I love you. I’ll never tell you enough. I never told you enough. I love you. I love your long hair (don’t tell Dean, but it always made me happy when you let me run my fingers through it). I love your eyes that I can never quite describe, the way they always seem to change colours but never fail to turn back to my favourite shade of sunshine through whiskey, copper against sage and honey and when they glow I never fail to smile because even when I felt like calling the hounds early, you always carried me forwards. You never even knew it. I love you. I’m going to miss your quirkiness and love for learning and the way that you always would light up when you knew the answer to a question or saw that we were proud of you. I’ll never stop being proud of you. I’ll never stop loving you.
All the way through hell, I’ll remember you boys and be okay. I’m going to be okay. I’m going to remember how much I love you two, how much I love the way that you’re always bickering to make me laugh and the way that Dean smells like gun smoke and whiskey that I can call home, the way that Sam always tries to look for the best in things, the way that even though life has thrown him every curveball it has that he still hasn’t backed down.
I’m going to try to stop writing how proud I am of you boys before I tear up and ruin this page like I did with the others. Please, be there for each other. Don’t drink away your pain. Remember me. Know I love you. I love you so much. God, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop writing it down. I love you. I love you. I love you. You two have always been there for me, so I ask that you be there for each other. I know you’ll both want to take the impala and drive away from each other and not speak about this incident for days, weeks- hell, probably not even years if I know anything about you two- but please, stay with each other. That’s all I want for you two. I love you. Please, help each other. Be available for each other. Don’t go through this alone. Always keep fighting for me. I love you both so much. More than I can say, more than I can write. I’d do this all again if I knew it meant that you two would at least grow up off the streets, with some sort of food in your stomachs on a somewhat regular basis.
I love you both. Please, carry on. I love you. Don’t worry. Hopefully, we won’t see each other anytime soon. When you go to heaven, think of me. Think of our family. We’ll be alright. You’ll be alright. And don’t bother trying to save me. I made sure with the demon that you two couldn’t bring me back.
I love you. So, so much.
Love from your sister,
There was a short funeral.
Bobby showed up. Rufus showed up. Every single hunter they’d met showed up. Y/N had impacted a lot of people. She’d saved a lot of lives.
The body was up in flames before the sun set. Sam and Dean were at the front, where no one could see the tears on their faces. Not that anyone would have the audacity to mention it. Not when there were streaks on their own.
“I love you too, Y/N,” Sam whispered. His voice cracked, even though he barely was heard.
“More than you’ll ever know,” Dean finished. He looked to the sky. “I love you. We all do. I promise, no one will ever forget you. You have my word, sister.”
Feline here! So if Doc Scratch is an emissary to the horroterrors, does that mean that my Scientologist Doc Scratch is now off the table? Can he be both human cult leader and emissary at the same time, and his oracular visions are from LE? Does LE kill other horrorterrors? Also, what kind of animals are there on Skaia? What do carnivorous Carapacians eat, and how are these animals farmed?
WELL!!! The story of Doc Scratch and his origins will need to be its own post because that’s a BIG DEAL (and no, your scientologist scratch idea was not thrown out the window, you’ll see!) but to answer the question of what animals are native to Skaia…
Skaian animals run the same gamut of diversity as on Earth but with the caveat of being form another planet that has a different astronomical history. It’s possible there will need to be a very subtle new branch of animal classification that I would personally put in between Kingdom and Phylum tier, determining whether the following animals are Earthling or Skaian. To whit:
The Kingdom is Animalia, because we’re talking about Animals. The Origin is Skaian, because we’re looking specifically at animals native to that planet. The Phylums of Skaian animals are generally the same, because it will include a LOT of the same types of animals. Skaia still has Cnidarian animals, like jellyfish, corals, and anemones. It also still has Molluscan animals, such as gastropods (snails), a SHITLOAD of cephalopods (octopus and squid), etc. There are also the more complex animals, like chordates, which is where we step out of the ocean and onto land animals and amphibians.
Carapaces themselves are in the chordate phylum, subphylum Vertebrata, but they would obviously not be classified as “human” or even CLOSE to human, for that matter, because this is where things get Fucky.
For the purposes of this answer I made a
cute little diagram explaining the basic taxonomy of a human being.
For any kind of animals to be drawn from this base, we go backwards and make up
some kind of imaginary deviation from it. Let’s say for example, instead of a Homosapiens,
a bipedal creature with a big brain and no tail, there was a Felis sapiens, a creature with the same
big brain of a human, but with a tail, that stands on four legs, and has all
the other trappings of a cat.
You can go backwards from this to make up
a bunch of cool animals. How does a carapace square up taxonomically, then?
(For the record, a lot of the naming is just latin gibberish I made up because most/all taxonomic names are in latin)
From this, we can go backwards and determine what other kinds of land animals there are on Skaia that would branch off from the previous taxonomic classifiers. What other kinds of “lucoromutous” animals are there? What about the other animals that might exist on Skaia, like Skaian mammals or Skaian amphibians? I’d basically have to come up with an entire ecosystem, but thanks to this knowledge of taxonomy and my own imagination, I at least don’t have to start from scratch.
TL;DR Carnivorous carapaces eat a lot of deep-sea fish from Derse, or otherwise hunt local fauna to their ecosystems that would take a lot longer than one answer to explain.
Any langst where lance acts like its not a big deal because he doesn't realize how bad it's gotten (sorry that this is so vague)
I attempted to leave vague so you could read with your own headcanons!
Lance felt himself slipping, he knew he was. He couldn’t do anything to stop it. Lance did what he does best and ignored it.
Hunk was the first one to notice it. He kept making references to the issue but everytime Lance would wave his hand and say “I’ll deal with that it when it gets worse.” Hunk started to lose sleep over Lance.
Shiro was the second one to notice. He pulled Lance aside one day after training and told him his concerns. Lance just laughed and told him not to worry.
Coran noticed third. He wasn’t familiar with Earthlings but he could tell that something was off. He confronted Lance on the subject but Lance just said he was tired and walked off. Coran couldn’t keep focus anymore. He was worried.
Pidge noticed right after Coran spoke to Lance. She didn’t exactly confront him on the situation but she told him he could confide in her. Lance just smiled and thanked her for the concern.
Keith only noticed when he beat Lance for the 6th time. Keith put his bayard away and asked him if he was okay. Lance replied with a positive smile and Keith dropped the subject.
Allura noticed last when Lance stopped flirting with her. She tried to give him material to work with but he never took the bait. Allura was confused beyond belief.
Lance sat inside Blue. He was trying to stay positive because there are more important things to worry about. He was confused why everyone was so concerned about him. It’s not like it was that bad…right?
like. dude. listen. you cant put shit out in the world without at least some semblance of the awareness that, wow, huh, maybe that’s actually regurgitating a really harmful idea!! maybe i should look deeper into my own biases and examine why theyre there!!! ethics 101!!
theres this super fucking pervasive idea that disabled people–in this case, let’s say particularly blind people–are the victims of some horrible tragedy. fight ableism because “that could be you one day!! [shudder]”, or ditch the fighting ableism completely like most people. that could be you one day. oh god. how terrifying. imagine a life like that!
when i went blind i spent like a week in the hospital bingeing everything on netflix that had audio description (at the time this was: daredevil, criminal minds, sherlock bbc, and glee) and getting an alarming number of blood draws. it was pretty chill. i didnt really have my official freakout until a couple weeks later, after…wait for it…a professor failed me rather than deal with the inaccessibility in her own coursework and told me i should drop out, because academia was no place for someone like me.
i was pissed at first. im still pissed. meet me in the fucking pit, laurie, the 504 coordinator can be our referee.
but after a little while it set in that, oh right, i can’t read. oh right, i can’t currently cross the street on my own. on right, i cant, i cant, i cant. everything that everyone had ever said was such an awful fate to be subjected to sunk in all at once and i think i ended up crying over not being able to finish dragon age: inquisition.
i dont even like dragon age.
it took like…..a while……..to remember that life has intrinsic value. that theres nothing actually all that important about being sighted. there are some things i cant do anymore but that isnt the end of the world, and like, hell, there are some perks, too! i never have to see benedict cumberbatch’s face ever again, for one.
i got through my little breakdown pretty quickly, and into a stage in my life where my blindness was something that defined me – and that that wasnt a bad thing. i know im lucky for that. i know if i werent already a cr*p it probably would have been a lot harder. i know other people still struggle with the idea that they’re useless, or that their existence is tragic. i have those moments too.
and like, spoiler alert, if y'all fuckers and your “isnt it so sad that matt doesnt know what foggy looks like”, [something something inaccessible disney channel cartoon], etc etc thought you werent involved here, you thought wrong. those ideas are part of the problem. you are part of the problem. maybe you dont think that its a big deal because you’re not necessarily espousing eugenics (side-eyeing u transhumanists real fuckin hard rn), but it is. casual ableism like that, like it’s a no-brainer, of course blindness is terrible, of course it’s something to fear, of course… that has an impact.
grow the fuck up. think critically about the kind of shit youre putting into the world. be better