Alright guys so I’ve seen something happening over and over again on posts about Wonder Woman and Gal Gadot and I am caving and making an entire post about it.
This has to do with claims that she is a Zionist and that she’s an awful human being because she served in the IDF (the Israeli Army) and yada yada.
FIRST OF ALL: Serving in the Israeli military is required of all citizens. She served for 2 years as a combat TRAINER. She was badass enough to be a combat trainer in one of the most deadly armed forces in the world (these are the people who created Krav Maga, okay?) and she did not engage in active combat. She killed no one. Her service was mandatory and after she got out, she went to law school because she is very passionate about justice and social issues. The most noteworthy thing about her views on her time in the military is that she says quite frequently that she wishes no country had the need for a military. She is very much a proponent of peace.
As for the Zionism claims… there you get into the debate of what Zionism actually means. Does it automatically mean you are anti-Palestinian, or does it simply mean you believe in the Jewish state of Israel? I’ll let you decide but…
Here is what I do know about Gal: She is an Israeli. She was born and raised there. She believes her people have a right to their homeland because they, like her, were born and raised there. I have seen NOTHING of her saying anything hateful about Palestinians. You can argue about history all you like but the important thing is actually THE PEOPLE.
The moment we side with a government over people is the moment we lose.
Most people alive today in that area were born and raised there and so it IS THEIR HOME, regardless of them being Israeli or Palestinian. It is home to them both. (Again, not arguing the HISTORY of the people. But the actual people who are alive there today.) The goal should not be to take sides with either government, but to hope that the people themselves can coexist peacefully and happily. That is what Gal believes in. She wants the conflict to stop and for peace to be achieved. Just because she is a proud Israeli and a proud Jew does not mean she is automatically anti-Palestinian or anything else. Personally I think it is amazing and beautiful that an Israeli Jewish woman is portraying Wonder Woman, one of the most iconic superheroes of all time.
Other things about Gal? She is most proud of being a mother to a 4-year-old little girl named Alma. Her daughter loves princesses but Gal says Alma has told her that princesses seem weak and that they always need a prince to save them. Gal said that broke her heart because she wants her daughter to grow up knowing that women are amazing and can do anything, and so can she. So being Wonder Woman has come at the perfect time for her because her daughter is watching her every move and she says Wonder Woman embodies everything that is wonderful about women. Not only is she strong and brave and fierce… she is compassionate and kind and intelligent. Gal says she hopes women AND MEN will see Diana/Wonder Woman and understand and appreciate all the complexities of being a woman and how powerful we are just by being ourselves. She’s also a real goofball and loves to joke around and dance on set. AND she gained… wait for it… 17 lbs of muscle for the role! That is INSANE! Not to mention that I’ve never heard anyone more coherently understand the true nature of Diana the way Gal does. She understands that the best thing about Wonder Woman is how truly GOOD she is… how much she cares and believes in mankind, and yet that compassion does not undermine her strength and power. Instead it enhances it. She really GETS the character and that’s why I’m so excited to see her portrayal.
So yeah… can we please stop blindly hating on her because someone somewhere made some claim and we think it makes us smart and politically superior to believe it and support it? It doesn’t. It just makes you look like a weak-minded jerk. Do your own research. This goes for other things as well. Don’t jump on hate trains just because you want to seem cool or smart.
GAL GADOT IS AMAZING AND IS GOING TO BE AN AWESOME WONDER WOMAN! I leave you with this gif of her being adorable on set of BvS.
Honestly I love how laid back the Camp Camp fandom’s shipping is. You can toss headcanons about almost any ship, and people will be like ‘huh, that’s kinda cute, never thought of that lol’
You ship Harrison and Neil? You ship a science kid who can’t for the life of him figure out how Harrison can do all these tricks, with magic boy who’s quietly flattered Neil ‘has so much interest’ in him? You ship a relationship comprised solely of jealousy and anger until it slowly flip-flops into one-sided admiration and finally mutual love and begrudging respect? Sweet
You ship Harrison and Nerris? They hate each other, but hell, all of us can see what a great match they’d be– if they aren’t one already. Two magic dorks playing D&D, playing pranks on each other and not being ashamed to take full credit for them, tripping the other just so they can catch them and hold them romantically in their arms (Harrison usually does this, but Nerris would jump off a bridge before letting herself be held romantically by Harrison). This is a ship waiting to flourish, and the only way it could possibly get better is if we could have an entire episode dedicated to their rivalry but end it on a note of mutual regret and apology and,,.. oh wait.
You ship Nerris and Nikki? Sure! We can all picture the adventure girlfriends sneaking off into the woods, Nikki having the time of her life while Nerris won’t stop rolling perception checks. They probably climb trees and do all sorts of zany stuff together–Nerris is be considerably less able than Nikki, but like hell will admit it. Nikki finds her persistence adorable. Sometimes, she’ll give Nerris piggy back rides– Nerris likes to pretend she’s on a dragon, and Nikki doesn’t mind humoring her. They frequently fall asleep cuddled in Nerris’s cape.
You ship Nikki and Max? That’s not a personal fave of mine, but hey, I can see it. They’d do all sorts of outdoorsy stuff together, Max always (and sarcastically) making sure she doesn’t pull some crazy shit that’ll land her in the hospital. Nikki, in return, would teach grouchy boy to live a little.
You ship Preston and Max? Awesome, that’s one of my OTPs. Loud theater son x snarky little shit is a yes please. Preston probably falls for Max first, but is horrible at hiding it and finally confesses with a loud, cheesy soliloquy (Max agrees to go out with him only to shut him up, then proceeds to helplessly fall for him like an idiot.) Preston loves theater and Max likes movies, so at first there’s some arguing and affronted gasps, but they end up bonding over musicals. When Drama Boy gets too heated up over something, Max is quick to temper him, either verbally (‘Preston, calm down, jesus’) or physically (eyyyy). Getting 'too heated up’ for Preston can range from getting a really good play idea to remembering Nurf, and that’s a tough range to keep up with, but Max is up for the challenge. In exchange, Preston gets Max to open up more than anyone– for someone so self-centered, he is an excellent listener. He probably steals some of Max’s best quotes and puts them in his plays– Max always notices, but never says anything (he’s flattered lol)
The Camp Camp fandom doesn’t give a shit about shared screen time, or canon sexuality (probably cause it doesn’t exist), or anything. As long as the characters have potential chemistry and the shipper stays respectful, everyone’s chill with everything.
Ginny, listen... I can't be involved with you anymore. We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together.
It's for some stupid noble reason isn't it?
Not really. It's actually a pretty poncy reason. Well, pretty AND poncy to be exact. And snobbish. Oh, and annoying. So annoying! And manipulative. Infuriating. Witty. Talented. Handsome. Adorable. Vindictive. Petty. Feisty. Brilliant. Beautiful... I'm sorry, what were we talking about?
summary : peter, hopeless romantic that he is, has a cache of love letters, all addressed to you, hidden under his bed and expertly crafted. he never anticipated them being read, or the feelings he has for you being returned.
word count : 3.1k (holy fucking hell i’m sorry)
Peter couldn’t help it, the way that he was. He was a romantic at a heart, though the awkwardness of him had a tendency to prevail rather than the confident, smooth talking, small part of him that had a desperate desire to reveal itself. Spider-man was as suave as a fifteen year old boy could be; Peter Parker was awkward, inept at participating in normal, human conversation and often incapable of forming coherent sentences more often than not. He wasn’t the best at talking to people besides Ned and Aunt May and- on occasion- Tony Stark. Especially not you. If there was one person that he turned into an absolute bumbling, ridiculous mess around, it was you. He loathed himself for it, sure that you thought that he was weird, annoying, the same way that anyone who didn’t know him assumed he was.
Ned, however, continuously insisted that you found Peter to be a sweetheart, like anyone who got to know him well enough did, and that you liked him very much- perhaps more than a friend, though Peter had immediately scoffed at the notion. It was out of the question, downright ludicrous. But, of course, Ned had implanted the idea in Peter’s head, and now the boy’s ever creative mind refused to stop constructing various scenarios in which you were Peter’s girlfriend and he was as happy as he had ever been.
While he had been a perfectly charming boyfriend in each and every one of those little dream sequences of his, he was hopelessly lost for words whenever you approached him, unable to even ask what class you had next, let alone reveal the pure adoration he had been holding on to ever since you had been placed beside him in Bio in your freshman year. You had always been the one to stick up for him and smile at him and treat him like a decent human being, and so of course he fell for you, and now he could barely look you in the eye without his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. So, he bottled his feelings and let them out in a way he had never known could help him.
He wrote to you every single day and poured his heart out in every single letter and expressed every thought he knew, in his heart, he would never be able to say out loud. Writing what he felt was so much simpler than saying the words out loud. That was what he assumed, anyhow. He took his pen and placed it down on the paper, starting it the same way he always did.
Dear Y/N… As always, the words spilled over from his mind to the paper as if he wasn’t thinking, just writing and writing and writing until he had filled two pages without lifting his curly head from the paper once. When he finally finished, a yawn stretching across his mouth, he noticed Aunt May standing outside his door. He turned his chair around, raising his eyebrows at her.
“Writing to that pretty girl again?” She asked, hand on her hip but wearing a knowing, soft grin. Peter, not bothering to feign shock, nodded solemnly and placed his pen down the paper. “You should think about maybe, oh I don’t know, actually giving her one of the letters you’ve written?”
Adamantly, Peter shook his head. “May, I could never. You don’t get it.” He swiveled around in the chair, spinning it until he was dizzy. “These letters are embarrassing. They’re practically my whole heart and soul on a piece of paper. She’d scream and run away if she read how I felt about her.” He sighed, placing his elbow on the edge of the desk and resting his cheek in his hand. He stared up at his aunt, still craving her sage advice. May stared back at him thoughtfully.
“Well, in my personal experience,” she came over and gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze, eyeing the letter that was signed with Peter’s name, “girls are suckers for love letters. And you Parker men write the best ones out there. Trust me.”
Peter bit his lip. “Yeah, sure, I’m not an awful writer. But, I still can’t give them to her. I just can’t.” Before she could say anything else, he was folding it up and placing it on top of the shelf on his desk next to his books for English. “Uncle Ben was different. He was charming. You know that.”
May smiled wistfully. “I do.”
“And that’s one thing that I didn’t get from him,” Peter finished, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up from his swivel chair. “It’s fine.” He waved it off. “I’m happy suffering in silence. I’m gonna go to bed. Big English project starts tomorrow. Love you,” he kissed May on the cheek as she left his bedroom, switching the light off in her departure. He stared at the wall once he was situated in bed, mulling the conversation over in his head. Maybe May’s right. Maybe telling Y/N wouldn’t be as bad as I’m thinking. Maybe I’m overreacting. Actually, never mind. She probably hates me. Ugh. Life sucks.
That morning, when he arrived in his English class, you were sitting in the seat that had been previously occupied by Ned pretty much every class since the beginning of the school year. Sucking in a breath, Peter took his first step into the classroom. He knew he was a little late to today’s lesson, but he hadn’t realized he was a full fifteen minutes behind schedule. Ned was in the back with Michelle, giving Peter an encouraging thumbs up when he noticed his best friend finally arrive on the scene. Peter gave him the finger.
“Mr. Parker, lovely for you to join us!” Ms. Matthews declared when he decided to shove himself through the door, his heart jackhammering away in his chest and making its way up to his throat. He kind of wanted to throw up.
“Um, yeah, well, you know, sleep and whatnot- overslept, haha,” he coughed out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. The teacher nodded with faux sympathy, though he could tell she didn’t care that much for his explanation. “I’ll just, um, sit. Down.”
“Next to Y/N, please,” She instructed, waving her hand in your direction. “Since you were late and unable to choose your own partner, surprising since usually Ned is so eager to work with you, Y/N offered to be your partner.” The teacher gave you a fond smile, as every teacher did. “She can explain the details of the assignment.”
Peter gave her a stiff nod before sliding into his chair, and you noticed how rigid he was as he turned toward you with a slight frown. He seemed extremely upset to be working with you, but you wouldn’t let that get in the way. You liked Peter. Really, truly liked him. He was a sweetie whenever he actually talked to and different than the rest of the guys at Midtown. He was genuine.
Giving him your full attention, you beamed at him. “Hey, Peter,” you said cheerfully. He gave you a small smile in return, wringing his hands under the desk. He couldn’t stop fidgeting. Your own smile dropped, which he noticed immediately and felt awful about. “Sorry you didn’t get paired up with Ned,” you continued, taking your books out of your shoulder bag. “I know you would’ve preferred it that way-”
“No!” He interrupted quickly, practically slamming his hands down on the desk so hard you jumped in your seat, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry, I just, um,” he laughed a little, his cheeks burning, “I’m, um, happy to have you as a partner. Really, I am,” he added as an afterthought, just to make sure you knew.
Your shoulders relaxed as you looked at him. “You’re not just saying that, right? You seem awfully stiff,” you teased, poking his uncomfortably positioned arm as you quirked a brow.
“Do I?” He was practically sweating.
“I was just joking, Pete. It’s cute, anyway.” Peter’s eyes, a shade of brown that you had come to think of as warm as honey, went wide and he gaped at you, but you pretended not to notice. “So, for the assignment we have to write a short story based on one of the assigned reading books this year.”
She called me cute.
“Shit… I think I forgot all of mine,” you were mumbling, your head practically stuck in your bag. “Did your bring yours, Peter?”
Oh my god, she thinks I’m cute. She thinks I’m cute. I’m going to faint.
You snapped your fingers in front of his cherry red face, trying not to appear as amused as you felt. He blinked owlishly, an apologetic half smile, half grimace on his face. He was cute most of the time, but especially when he smiled, even if it was only a forced, awkward one. “Do you have your books, Peter?” You repeated kindly.
“Um, sorry, I’ll check,” he answered, embarrassed about his utterly obvious staring that had just occurred. He rummaged around in his backpack before realizing he had forgotten them, as well. He popped back up, curls in disarray as his head brushed against the fabric of his bag. “I forgot them, sorry,” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. It was kind of adorable.
“You need to stop apologizing for everything, Pete,” you laughed. “It’s fine. We can get started after school. My place or yours?” You were already packing your things, and before he could think about what he was about to do, he said, “Mine.”
“Cool,” you grinned again, a grin that made him want to smile for the rest of his life. “Which one of is doing the writing? Or do you want to split it?”
“You’re a, um, fantastic writer,” he told you, having read your submissions to the school newspaper more times than he could count. “If you wanna take over, you can. I can edit and stuff.”
“Aw, I’m not that good,” you shook your head abashedly, looking down at your lap. “But thank you, Peter. I’m sure you’re great, too, though. Are you sure you don’t wanna write some of it?”
“I’m not much of a writer.”
So, you were in Peter Parker’s room. He was having his third heart attack of the day, and was incredibly grateful that he had managed to keep his wits about him for majority of the day. He had only tripped over his words five times, tripped literally twice, and dropped his Metro card once, but it was fine. You helped him back each time he fell with your usual grace, barely acknowledging his multiple social faux pas and only laughing once because he fell over a small dog- which even he would admit was pretty funny.
Still, his palms were sweaty around you and he didn’t know how he was going to survive working so close to you for the next week while the English assignment was occurring. He lead you into his apartment and you noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he twisted the keys in the lock. You walked into the apartment, the first thing crossing your mind was how cozy and homelike it was. You liked it very much.
“It’s really cute in here,” you said, smiling around the room as Peter busied himself with a glass of water. He downed it quickly. “Where’s your aunt?”
“Work,” he replied, catching his breath after the gulping down of his water. “Here, let’s go to my room.” He placed his glass of water on the counter and motioned for you to follow him, opening the door to his room and wincing at the mess in there. “It’s a mess, sorry about that.”
You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Didn’t I say stop apologizing?” You entered his room as if you had been there many times before, taking your shoes off and setting them by the door. You threw your bag on his bed and took a seat in his swivel chair, and he liked how natural it seemed for you to be in his room. He liked how comfortable you were, sitting there. Something about it made him happy.
“Yeah, my bad,” he shrugged. You tilted your head, pointing your finger at him while he raised his hands defensively. “It wasn’t technically an apology!” He took a step out of the room. He was finally being normal around you, he realized delightedly. He would still need more water, though. He could feel his mouth getting dry. “I’m gonna get more water. Want anything?” You shook your head, spinning around in the chair as he left.
Your eyes scanned over his desk, taking in every inch of Peter Parker’s life. He had bad books stacked everywhere, his desk was a mess, there were clothes thrown about the room. Star Wars posters, Avengers posters, notes scattered across the desk. You admired the artful messiness of it all. You leaned up to where his English books were, spotting the one you were most interested in and yanking it off the shelf. As you did, a folded piece of paper fluttered down off the shelf, just when Peter was walking back into the room.
“I thought you said you weren’t a writer, Pete,” you raised your eyebrows at him, holding the letter in your hand and waving it at him.
He almost threw up right there. “Um, I’m not, please give that back,” he reached for it, but you jumped out of the chair, raising the letter high in the air. “Y/N!” He whined, grabbing for it again. “C’mon, please,” he pleaded desperately, pouting at you with such intensity it almost made you want to give it to him.
“Can’t I just read a sentence, Peter?” You pushed out your bottom lip, batting your eyelashes at him.
He almost gave in. “No, Y/N. Seriously, give it back.” He sounded scared now, upset as well. You pursed your lips, handing it back to him. He was so anxious about you reading it that it dropped on the floor, opening far enough so that you could see your name scrawled across the top in Peter’s defining chicken scratch handwriting.
“That says my name, so now I have to read it.” You stood directly in front of Peter, hands pressed together in a pleading motion, the expression on your face so genuinely interested that he had to give it to you. He picked it back up with a lump in his throat and handed it over, scared as ever. But this was what May had advised. Maybe she’d be right.
“Dear Y/N,” you read aloud in a loud, terrible accent, glancing back up at Peter as you read the line after that. He was staring down at the floor, preparing himself for what you were going to say when you read the letter, read his heart. You sat in his chair, realizing it’d be better if you didn’t read it so publicly. He sat down on his bed, waiting.
Dear Y/N. This is maybe the tenth letter I’ve written to you, and each time I say the same thing, so if one day you are reading this in proper succession, I’m sorry for being so utterly repetitive. You’ll probably never read this, though. And that’s why it’s so easy for me to write. I think you’re the only person to ever truly be interested in me when I’m talking about science. Not even Ned has an attention span that long. But you do. And you don’t know how much I want to thank you for that. You make it really difficult to not like you, to not be in love with you. I think that’s what it is… love. And if I’m not in love with you yet, then I’m certainly falling for you. Who wouldn’t? You’re a wonderful person without trying, you’re a beautiful hurricane, a sunset on the horizon of my bleakest hours, and you make me feel as if I’ve been standing in the sunshine for my entire life.
You put the letter down, smoothing it over your lap. You didn’t need to read the rest. That was enough. Peter gazed at you now, the way you’ve yearned to be looked at before, and you shamed yourself for being so blind these past two years. He wasn’t simply just staring. He was looking. Admiring. You slid next to Peter, placing the letter behind you. He moved his hand, curling his fingers around yours tentative as ever. Your free hand grazed up the side of his face, toying with the hair on the back of his neck before resting on his cheek. He shut his eyes. When he opened them again, you were so close that he was able to count each individual eyelash that you had, every single fleck of pure beauty in your deep eyes.
“I like you very much, Peter Parker,” you murmured. He felt his heart soar, and then, he felt himself kiss you. It was an out of body experience. He was there, he was the one kissing you, the one who had initiated it, but it felt like he wasn’t. He was up in the clouds, too far lost in the way it felt to run his hands through your hair as he had always dreamed of to notice Aunt May sneaking past the door, overjoyed to see Peter finally with the girl he had been loving in silence for far too long. You pulled away from each other, eyes opening slowly and hesitantly and your lips practically still connected.
He wanted to tell her that he adored her, but Aunt May’s voice flowed from the kitchen too loud to overpower his thoughts. “You read her the letter, didn’t you? I told you it’d work! Worked for your Uncle Ben and I was right as I always am!”
He jumped up from the bed, sticking his head out of the doorway and pressing his finger to his lips. “Maaaayyyy, you’re embarrassing me,” he whispered-yelled, practically whined. “You were right, okay? Thank you, let me go get a girlfriend now. The girlfriend.” She beamed at him, but no one’s smile could shine brighter than Peter’s.
He retreated back into the room, and you were clutching the letter in your hands. You looked up at him hopefully. “I was thinking that maybe you could read me the other nine letters. If you’re up for it.”
Peter couldn’t possibly say no, taking a page out of his Uncle Ben’s book the way he should have done in the first place as he found the hiding spot for the stack of letters he had been writing for the past few months, sliding them over to you and feeling confident for the first time in a long time.
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.
Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.
Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.
Let’s take a moment to appreciate how much fucking LOVE there is in Star Wars and how fast it happens but how REAL it feels, how PRECIOUS it is
So I’m a very, very shippy person, and I ship a lot of stuff in Star Wars hard but I want to take a moment to appreciate how friendships form in these amazing movies.
Let’s start with a New Hope.
Here is Han Solo.
All he wants is to be a grumpy smuggler with one trustworthy, hairy friend and no debts and no worries.
Is that so much to ask?
Hahaha, yes, sir. Yes it is.
Because here is this goddamn FARM kid who is naive and idealistic and believes SO HARD in doing the right thing and is so disappointed in how jaded Han is
and also this sassy, rude, intelligent BRAT of a princess who has lost everything but still believe so much in their pointless rebellion and she’s also so very disappointed in how jaded he is
and he wants so much to just walk away, but he CAN’T because even though he’s known them for A DAY they are in his head and they’re in his heart, and fuck it, he comes back and helps them save the day (and so many days after) and they are SO HAPPY
BEAUTIFUL. FREAKIN BEAUTIFUL.
Then there’s FORCE AWAKENS.
Where we have this guy who about to get executed, but at the last minute he’s saved by a guy who desperately wants to escape, because he doesn’t want to be a weapon. He’s dressed like the enemy, but he says it’s a rescue.
And even though Poe has suffered so much torture at the hands of these people he’s just like OKAY I TRUST YOU LET’S FUCKING DO THIS
and then they’re escaping he realizes those bastards never even gave his savior a NAME and he’s like:
THAT IS SOME BULLSHIT, YOU DO HAVE A NAME, IT IS FINN. I AM NAMING YOU FINN AND YOU ARE MY BUDDY. THAT COOL?
And Finn is like YES, YES IT IS.
But then it’s NOT cool because things go wrong and he tries really hard to save Poe but there IS no Poe and all there is a jacket, but he takes it, because even though it was so brief, they had this CONNECTION , and he wants to remember this brave man who gave him a name and got him OUT of hell
But then, OMG.
THERE IS POE.
THERE IS FINN.
HE IS ALIVE!!! HE’S HERE!
AND IT’S TIME TO SHAMELESSLY RUN ACROSS A CROWDED BASE AND LEAP INTO EACH OTHERS ARMS BECAUSE WTF WE ARE BOTH ALIVE AND WE’VE FOUND EACH OTHER AGAIN, aND YOU COMPLETED MY MISSION!
YOU ARE A GOOD MAN AND YOU ARE MY BUDDY.
HAVE MY JACKET AND MY HEART (oh fuck I did a shipping thing sorry I’ll stop now)
Let’s go back to that grumpy smuggler.
Sadly because of reasons he has become a grumpy smuggler once again.
BUT HE MEETS A GIRL.
A GIRL WHO IS SMART AND BRAVE AND ADORABLE AND CAN FLY HIS SHIP?
BUT ALSO SHE IS A SAD, LOST, LONELY PUPPY AND HE’S KINDA SAD AND LOST TOO.
SO EVEN THOUGH HE’S KNOWN HER FOR ONE DAY HE BETTER GIVE HER A DAD OFFER JOB OFFER.
And last but not least (THERE IS NO LEAST, EVERYTHING IS AMAZING) we’ve got Finn and Rey
They start off a little rocky because of misunderstandings
And also, explosions
but 20 minutes later…
they are BFFs and SO FUCKING DELIGHTED with each other
And they kinda get pulled in different directions for a second because they’ve both got SOME SHIT going on, but the SECOND he realizes she’s in danger, it’s NOPE. I WILL GO TO THE LAST PLACE IN THE GALAXY I WANT TO BE FOR YOU. I WILL RISK EVERYTHING.
AND I WILL GET YOU BACK BECAUSE A LEGIT DAY AGO WE DIDN’T HAVE FAMILIES BUT NOW WE DO.
I just love them all so much. I’m so happy they found each other. MY HEART.
Send me your requests HERE with your prompt choice and ship / character of choice! (Please no more than 4) and also add your own request merged into it if you want??
“Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”
“These shoes were made to kick you in the ass!”
“Are you okay?” “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“It’s no big deal, its just a few scratches.”
“I’m so cute, I don’t see why you aren’t dating me.”
“We made a deal and you’ll keep your end, one way or another.”
“You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often.”
“Why are you blushing?”
“I’m always here and you just ignore me.”
“I’ve worked my ass off to get you in this position.”
“Grab my hand!”
“No, listen to me.”
“I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
“There’s no shame in taking a step back.”
“I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die.”
“Is that… a dog?” “No, Its a fucking horse. Of course its a dog, dumbass.”
“I walked here to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.”
“You are quite the mystery, aren’t you?”
“Let go of me!” “I’m barely touching you!!”
“You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
“Do you believe in love?”
“Put me down!”
“You’re so small, it’s adorable.”
“Look, this isn’t a guilt-trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.”
“We can’t be friends anymore.”
“Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”
“Don’t you dare touch him/her.”
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
“They say less is more, but when have I lived by that?”
“Hey, don’t touch anything. I don’t know how stable it all is.”
“I hate how you’ve made me broken.”
“I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.” “I can make that sexually.
“This isn’t one of my more subtle plans, but considering how long it’s been since I ate or drank or slept, I think I’m doing pretty good.”
“If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“You’re such an ass!” “But a fine looking one, yes?”
“You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
“Since when did you become a badass?”
“I don’t know why, but I think I’m in love with you.”
“Holy shit! You’re bleeding!”
“I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
“If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.”
“Everyone has a breaking point.”
“I refuse to play along with this. No thank you, go away.”
“What now?” “I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d live this long.”
“They might not want you, but I understand you, and- well, I like who you are and I want you. Please don’t believe what they say.”
“Are you done staring?”
“Never let go.”
“You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”
“Hey, are you awake?”
“I love how we all use affectionate pet names and flirt with one another. It’s nice, having such a close knit group of friends, you know?” “Okay but have you considered: fuckpile.”
“Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
“Despite what you think, I can actually express emotions just like any other person.”
“I’m so sorry-” “Then why would you do that to me?! You betrayed me!”
“It happened again.”
“I don’t like you, but for some reason you make me feel fuzzy.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“So what, you bitter piece of fuck? I’m nasty, lewd, I swear every third fucking word, and I am a better person than you. oh, that burns doesn’t it? That a shit like me is more moral and good and pure than you can ever be?”
“Me? What about you?”
“Oh shit, okay. I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay, no way I’m trying to fight these fools. Don’t bleed out onto my back, ‘kay?”
“I’ve been thinking about you. More specifically, where you fit in my future.”
“I didn’t ever think I’d fall for someone like you.”
“Don’t ever talk to me ever again.”
“Please, just give me a break. I’ve been so busy, trying so fucking hard- I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.”
“I wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me.”
“Looks like we both have detention together.”
“It was over when you said goodbye to me.”
“I hate school and everyone in it.” “Even me?” “You’re an exception.”
“Kiss me.” “No thank you- I don’t want your germs near me at all.”
“Oh, fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off- I’m first in line for your head.”
“Have sex with me.”
“Please make me feel alive.”
“You’re the only thing that is keeping me on this fucked up world.”
“Even on the shittest days, you’re always there to brighten them.”
“I love you just the way you are.”
“Your stretch marks are like tiger stripes, it makes you look fucking badass.”
“Stop asking me if I’m alright. My last answer was ‘annoyed’, why would it change any time soon?”
“I will not leave you. No matter how hard it gets or how rough things are, I will always be here. I will not leave you.”
“You are such a fucking cliché.”
“Stay close to me.”
“I can’t do everything!”
“You’re art.” “But I’m nothing like your art.”
“I think I owe you an apology.”
“Have you seen- oh”
“Did you do that for me?”
“That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”
“Are you happy?” “Yes, very.” “Good … that’s good. That makes me happy.”
“Sorry to interrupt but you need to move your hands away from him/her before we have a problem.”
“When I first met you, I thought nothing of you, now you mean everything to me.”
“Please, I can’t live without you.”
“You told me it wasn’t my fault, so why are you blaming me now?”
“Shut up!” “Make me.”
“I’ll fucking kill him/her.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“You know me better than I know myself.”
“What do you do when you realise you might not be the good guy?”
Harry Potter Finally Owning up to Dating Draco Malfoy?
rolled his eyes at the latest cover of the Daily Prophet. Yes, he and Draco
were seen a lot together but that was because they were friends. Friends. Nothing more.
years the media has been telling the whole wizarding world that there just had to be something more going on
between the two of them. Despite the fact that since they have left school,
nearly five years ago, both of them have had different partners.
about the blonde always brought a smile to his face, they had made an unlikely friendship
during their eighth year and it held strong since. Draco was honestly one of
his best friends. The man had seen him through depression, breakups and many
whoosh in the distance let him know that someone was coming through his floo.
He already knew that it would be Draco. The blonde was the only one who never
bothered with niceties and being polite enough to give notice.
checked the time as a very disheveled Draco
came into his kitchen. “Either your blind date when very well or very bad.”
glared weakly as he threw himself into a chair. “It was bloody awful. Worst
date I have ever been on in my life.”
exaggeration had Harry rolling his eyes as he peered at his friend in
curiosity. “It couldn’t have been that
was.” Draco argued as he closed his eyes and wished to vanish into thin air. “It
went so awful that I have decided to become celibate and adopt hundreds of
animals to appease my lonely, bitter heart.”
opened one eye. “Don’t ruin this for me.” He smiled when Harry let out a heavy
me what happened.”
it being a blatant demand, Draco sat up and admitted defeat. “It’s horribly embarrassing.”
smirked widely. “Good. I am in need of something to cheer me up.”
I friends with you?” The question was worded as if Draco himself had no idea.
I have no clue. I wonder that myself sometimes.”
rolled his eyes as he chose to ignore this completely. “Pansy is never to be trusted again when it comes
to picking out someone of interest.”
wasn’t news to Harry. He himself had gone on a blind date the woman set up for
him and that hadn’t been a good idea. Not at all. He was beginning to wonder if
she did it on purpose.
guy was decent looking enough.” The reluctance was thick. “That is if one is to
ignore the blindingly bright smile that never left his face and the overly
bit his lip to stop from laughing. Figures Draco would find a happy person
really feeling the date too much but I was still willing to give it a chance.
Even after he took me Marquis.”
had Harry wincing slightly. He knew that Draco abhorred that place. The blonde
said it was a knock off of true ambiance. Somewhere only desperate people went
conversation left much to be desired but I knew he would probably be somewhat
decent in bed.” Harry snorted loudly.
this all went to shite when our waitress recognized me.”
watched concern flitter across Harry’s face and he smiled softly in response. “Oh,
not because of being an ex-Death Eater, mind you.” He paused to shake his head.
“She recognized me as the ‘true love partner of Harry Potter’, that was a
direct quote, by the way.”
“Did you hear that?” Sabine glanced at her husband with a frown.
They were just about to head off to bed, when they heard the odd noises from Marinette’s room.
“Maybe she is working on a sewing project again?” Tom suggested while glancing at the roof of the kitchen. She didn’t have school tomorrow, so it wasn’t really a problem if she wanted to stay late.
“No, listen carefully.” Sabine motioned for him to be silent.
The noises from the streets weren’t that audible, but the odd sounds coming from Marinette’s room were. It sounded familiar but still weird.
“Maybe we should check on her.” he suggested and Sabine nodded.
They went up the stairs, trying to not to make too much noise. Once they reached the trap door, the sounds were very clear. Purring. Tom and Sabine exchanged a glance. Marinette wasn’t allowed with pets in the bakery. Did she just find an injured stray and took it in? Knowing Marinette, it was possible. But she should have told them about it. They exchanged a look and Sabine gestured for Tom to open the trapdoor.
They certainly didn’t expect to find their daughter cuddling with Chat Noir.
Marinette giggled against Chat’s lips as she stroked one of his ears. “I still can’t believe you purr.”
Chat, seemed pretty much gone, his face was red and he had an open-mouthed smile. If she had to take a wild guess, she would say he was close to drooling.
“Oh, minou, minou.” she cooed while petting him. “Who is the most adorable kitty ever?”
Chat’s purrs got even louder as he answered. “Meeeee.”
She stopped abruptly, making Chat whine. Then, she laid back on the chaise, opening her arms wide. “Here, Chaton.”
He lunged into her arms and rested his head against her chest purring loudly while Marinette cuddled him. She really loved his cat tendencies. It was way too adorable. Maybe they could even go to sleep now. Hm…
She almost jumped out of her skin and screamed when she noticed her parents looking at her. Even Chat stopped purring and looked up in alarm.
“Maman, papa, I can explain.”
Well, no, she couldn’t really. How do you explain to your parents that you are cuddling with a superhero because his cat tendencies made him adorable beyond possibility and you couldn’t resist?
“Don’t worry honey.” her father said, taking his phone out and snapping a picture. “Chat Noir, you should come to dinner sometimes.”
Sabine nodded along. “Yes, yes. We will leave you two now.” she took Tom’s arm and guided him back down the stairs and followed. Before she closed the trapdoor she smiled at Marinette.
“Don’t forget you have condoms in your nightstand, dear.”
had been cranky the last few weeks.
On it’s own that wasn’t too unusual, Lance got cranky about the
running out of the good face masks and having to use different ones
that Allura gave him. About the mice not being in the mood to play
with him when he wanted. About getting too little sleep. About
getting too much sleep. About an alien he’d never seen before and
never would again rejecting his embarrassing advances.
usually his mood brightened again as quickly as it had soured and
this lasting slump was starting to worry them.
wasn’t the first who’d noticed it, he hardly ever was when it
came to these things. But after Hunk had addressed Lance’s recent
attitude and he’d started to pay attention, the signs couldn’t be
Usually Lance chattered endlessly during their
meals and meetings, now he hardly ever said a word, leaving the group
as soon as he could where he’d despised
being alone for long periods before.
He seemed tense during
training sessions, focused but way too stubborn to really make
anything out of it, the slightest mistake throwing him off for the
whole day. Keith had caught him more than once on the training deck,
using it late into the night, expression hardened and determined.
Hunk or Shiro or, lately, even Allura tried to talk to him he’d put
on a cheery mask and pretend everything was fine before retreating to
the shooting range to utterly destroy every target the ship gave
Keith didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to reach
Lance if not even their most empathetic team members could. He hadn’t
felt this helpless since he heard the reports about the Kerberos
afternoon he was paired up with Lance for hand to hand combat
“That’s – okay, that’s enough”, Lance
spat, squirming helplessly where Keith had him pinned, one hand
tapping a fluttery rhythm against the floor. “I yield! Fuck, I
Keith furrowed his brows, not used to the other boy
this easily, but he still stepped back, offering Lance a hand to help
him get up.
Lance scoffed and slapped the hand away, pushing
himself upright. Frown deepening Keith watched him.
okay?”, he asked, wiping sweat from his forehead. They’d been
sparring for a while already. Where Lance had been almost tenacious
in the beginning the fire in his eyes had subsided with every failed
try to overpower Keith, every time it was him tapping the mat
leveled Keith with an icy glare but instead of getting back into
stance he turned away.
“Leave me alone”, he mumbled before
he left the training
Shiro perked up from where he was pinning Hunk
against the floor, the yellow paladin about to twist free from the
hold and counter it when he also noticed Lance’s retreat.
stepped forward, hands on her hips as she called after him: “Lance!
Lance, we’re not done, where do you think you’re…”
okay!”, Hunk called, having used the distraction to free himself
and scramble to his feet. “It’s okay, I’ll go get him!”
Keith said, body moving before he could even think about it. “I’ll
go, I’ll talk to him…” He could feel their eyes on him,
skeptical and unsure. Could hear the breath Hunk took, the careful
“Um, Keith buddy…”
But he just shook his head, going for
“I got this.”
As expected he found
Lance in his room, already changed halfway out of his armor, the leg
pieces still clinging to his body.
told you to leave me alone”, Lance
mumbled, no emotion to be heard in his voice, but Keith still stepped
further into the
room, arms crossed and face determined.
“Yeah”, he answered,
taking a look at the helmet and armor pieces Lance had put on the
table for now. “But I wanna know what your deal is. You’ve been …
Lance huffed a dry laugh and shook his head.
been…? No. Nothing. No deal, everything’s just …
“Bullshit.” Keith shook his head. “You
can tell Hunk and Shiro that. Because they want to … respect your
privacy or whatever. But something’s wrong. I wanna know
Lance groaned, throwing another armor piece onto the
you can feel even better about yourself? Just
huffed and leaned a hip against the desk, trying to catch Lance’s
gaze but the blue paladin already turned away from him
“Listen”, he began, not quite sure where this
would lead but just going with it for now. “Just because you can’t
beat me at
hand to hand doesn’t mean…”
“Hand to hand? What can
I beat you at
then?”, Lance spat, whirling around to finally meet Keith’s gaze
and there it was again, that fire he’d seen at the beginning of the
training session. “You’re
the amazing pilot, the martial arts expert, the brave one everybody
loves and wants to be like! What else is there, what else … what
else can I contribute?”
you want to be like me?”
“Oh piss off!”, Lance cursed,
turning away again with an exasperated huff. Slowly but surely Keith
began to suspect he really wasn’t the right one for this job, that
he was only making worse. Maybe he should retreat and send one of the
others instead, to settle what he’d done wrong.
… I’m not good at this”, he began, already setting up to excuse
himself when he had an idea. “At uh … talking to people. When
“Oh really…” Lance’s voice was
dripping with sarcasm but Keith pressed on.
“Or just in
general. I just can’t seem to … connect with others. I’m
not good at that. You are.”
Even though Lance’s back was
turned to him Keith could see how he froze, head tilted a little.
Listening. He took his chance and went on.
“Remember when we
were on that desert planet and neither Pidge nor me could convince
the aliens to let us evacuate them? But then you came in and only
needed two minutes with their leader to make them trust us?”
shook his head.
“You were still wearing your helmets, that was
rude to them.”
“Yeah but we didn’t know! We never would
have figured that out if you hadn’t!” Keith took a careful step
forward, around Lance, to look at him again. Some of the tension had
seeped out of the other boy’s shoulders
and his expression wasn’t quite as hardened as before.
mumbled. “You guys would’ve been lost without me.”
would have been!”, Keith insisted, still not sure what he was
doing, only that it seemed
to work at least a little.
“And … and that’s not the
only thing! You’re … you’re a great shot. An incredible shot!
There’s a reason your bayard is a rifle and mine is for close
combat. You’re our long range guy, yeah? You don’t have to beat
me at hand to hand when you can beat me in a shooting competition any
day. And your bond with your lion…”
That was apparently the
wrong thing to say. Lance rolled his eyes and shook his head.
is better. The things Red does for you, it’s crazy…”
god!”, Keith groaned, throwing his arms out. “Stop comparing
yourself to me! You’re your own person! And you bring your own
skills to the team! We all need you and if you can’t see how much
Blue adores you, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought!”
was a pause, Lance squinting at him as if deciding to trust him or
not. Keith stubbornly held the gaze.
“You mean that,
don’t you?”, Lance asked after a while, expression shifting from
suspicious to thoughtful. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth,
biting down on it.
“In case you haven’t noticed”, Keith
said, posture relaxing again. “I’m also a really bad liar.”
huffed another dry laugh at that but the creases around his eyes
vanished as he relaxed.
“You really are”, he smiled
tentatively and Keith couldn’t even bring himself to be mad at him.
Not when he just coaxed a smile out of Lance. The first one in weeks.
Then Lance reached out to take his hand, squeezing it
tightly, and Keith was way too surprised to react. The grip around
his fingers was strong and warm, oddly pleasant.
me”, Lance said, tugging him towards the door without a care in the
world for his half dismantled armor.
“Shooting range”, Lance answered, completely
nonchalant with a little shrug. “Wanna beat your ass at something
Keith snorted but let himself be dragged away. If
that’s all it took to make Lance smile again he’d lose a hundred
shooting competitions against him.
For the purposes of this post I’m gonna refer to Pidge as she/her but if ya hc her otherwise its up to you.
So when they all introduced themselves, Hunk showed everyone the “pic of Pidge’s girlfriend”. Don’t tell me Shiro didn’t have doubts when he saw it. Whatever doubts he had, he didn’t voice it.
Finding the Green Lion sure must’ve been fun ;)
And its cute that when Pidge was rambling, Shiro calmed her down by citing what Sam Holt used to say. (Don’t tell me he didn’t say this on purpose)
“Listen, our commander on the Kerberos mission is the smartest man I’ve ever met. And he always said, “If you get too worried about what could go wrong, you might miss a chance TO DO SOMETHING GREAT.”
It made her smile; and
“Go, be GREAT.”
HOW CUTE IS THIS
Later on when they attempted to retrieve the Red Lion, Shiro remembered that the Kerberos team used to be captured on that very ship. And Pidge was dead set on finding more prisoners, with Shiro also dead set on NOT doing so and following through their plans to retrieve the Red Lion.
“Pidge we don’t have time. We have to get the Red Lion and get back to Ares.”
“In war we have to make hard choices. Now let’s get moving.”
So, what changed his mind?
“Commander Holt is your father?”
From this moment onwards, whatever doubt he had had been replaced by certainty. He knew Pidge was in fact, Katie Holt.
“I’m coming with you”
Shiro: “I remember where the prisoners are held. Keith, you go find the Red Lion.
Keith: “By myself?”
Shiro: “Minor change of plans, you’ll be fine”
Sure Shiro, minor change of plans.
He knew the Holts are smart, so “Excellent, Pidge.” He’s impressed.
Now don’t tell me she’s NOT impressed by Shiro either. She’s a tech expert. That arm sure looks fantastic. I mean even I’m impressed.
Revelation of Shiro “attacking” Matt led to his own disbelief, and he wanted to investigate info on the crashed Galra ship.
“I’m coming with you!”
I love it when two characters say the same thing in different episodes.
And also when there’s protecting involved
“I’m sorry, Pidge!”
SO. MUCH. PROTECTING.
He. Shielded. Her. From. The. Blast. And before this specific point in time they didn’t know the Lions could come to their rescue.
At the end of the day, while everyone was here;
These two were having a beautiful friendship bonding moment
“I’m so sorry I doubted you” - Pidge
“Your brother and father would be proud of you, Katie.”
”Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me”
Have I ever mentioned how I love scenes with similarity?