He’d be a pretty strange child, wandering out of the desert with only a few possessions -including a strange knife. It could have left him somewhat isolated, especially if he ‘acted out’ whenever an adult tried to confiscate his knife for the precaution of safety. Lack of interest + isolation from your peers can be the only two things needed for someone to not know about popular culture.
None of this explains his motivation for fighting the Galra tho
Even in season 1 Keith is pretty quiet the entire time they arrive at the castle, and unlike the other paladins, doesn’t seem to be too fazed by the Galra.
And for some reason gets his own separate window here (to emphasize something I assume)
Infact I think the first time he speaks is when they need to decide if they’re fighting or running away. He’s all like “We have to fight these guys!”
Lance and Hunk want to run away, Pidge wants to stay because she wants to find and free her family, Allura and Coran obviously have a thing against them, so does Shiro, he knows what they do. Why Keith insists on fighting them?
Why Keith cares? So much? (even before Allura says the Galra will get to Earth, and like he’s even got something on earth to begin with..)
Facing Zarkon by himself was not a rational decision, getting the black lion ASAP was, but when he understands who it is exactly he’s facing, suddenly it is all emotion for Keith.
Where does it come from? Why he seems to care more than all of them about putting an end to the Galra empire?
For the past few weeks I have been home from college on christmas break, and its been pretty nice but, as is usual in the south, we didn’t get a cold christmas. However, recent heavy rains and mild weather have brought a perk to my nights.
Frogs, lots of frogs.
Barking Treefrog (Hyla gratiosa) One of my favorite native frogs. Lovely coloration.
A species of fossorial crayfish enjoying the rain and puddles. My crayfish id is not very good, so if anyone is familiar with this species let me know!
Southern Toad (Bufo terrestris)
Eastern Spadefoot Toad. (Scaphiopus holbrookii) Far and above the most common species I saw/heard. Every puddle around me seemed to have at least one. They mate explosively after heavy rains.
A very large and angry girl. American Bullfrog (Rana catesbeiana). A few of these had decided to swim into the temporary wetland I was searching from a nearby pond. This girl was clearing six feet at each jump.
Unknown species. Young bullfrog maybe?
Southern Leopard Frog (Lithobates sphenocephalus) These were just behind the spadefoots in terms of numbers. Their calls are almost a chuckle.
Bullfrog tadpole. A large number of these had swum over from the pond their parents had come from. Had to be careful and shuffle my feet so I didn’t step on any. Bloody fast in open water.
Apart from those photographed here, there were several american toads and a number of frogs who I heard but didn’t see. Their calls I have yet to identify, but they were high pitched and almost metallic sounding chirps. All specimens except the treefrog and crayfish (which were seen last night) were found within 100 yards of each other and released immediately after photographing them. @newts-in-hats @stickyfrogs @frogs-are-awesome@myfrogcroaked
Bucky Barnes is an infamous player with a well-known reputation. Can he woo the weary girl who had her heartbroken too many times? Or will she woo him so he changes his ways?
Warnings: Swearings, Mentions of alcohol, College AU
A/N: This is the third part, sorry it’s a little late. I’m trying to make this about 8-10 parts depending on how things pan out. I hope you guys enjoy! FYI the reader is based on me when I’m drunk going from strange and awkward to sad to mean lmao. Send requests/ideas/tag requests here.
i just want Riley to go the subway station and find a guy who casually brings up his boyfriend or a girl who casually brings up her girlfriend and then just walks away, and then later Riley will probably ask Cory, Topanga, and then Maya because she never knew that was a choice… like, please, is that too much to ask?!?!
You worked at one of the locally owned restaurants in Gotham. You were a waitress, serving guests and taking their orders. It wasn’t a lot, but it got you an old apartment above the restaurant and food on your table, so it was just fine.
One day while at work you served a guest named Jerome. His name sounded familiar. Why did it sound so familiar?
When you got a good look at him. You noticed his green eyes and fiery red hair. It was Jerome Valeska, the you went to school with, the boy you had once had a crush on, the man who had gone insane and murdered his own mother.
You snapped out of your thoughts, “here’s your meal.” You say as you placed his food in front of him. “Is there anything else I can get for you, today?” You ask politely.
“No thanks, doll.” He said.
You were about to leave when he grabbed your hand, “on second thought.” He turned you back. He looked into your eyes, “how about you refresh my beverage, and second, how about a date with little ol’ me?”
“I-I can’t. I’m busy this whole week.” You lie.
He looked at you contently, “fine then.” He brushed it off, letting go of your hand, “just refresh my beverage and be gone you slut.”
You grabbed his cup and sadly walked away. ‘I can’t believe I ever had a crush on that jerk.’ You thought. When you came back, you found an empty seat and got a little mad, looking as he fled the scene, cackling on the way out.
Later that day, you had to pay for Jerome’s meal. That had been the last of your money.
After work, you went up to your apartment and sat down in front of your couch and turned on the tv and checked the news. Jerome causing a havoc on Gotham once again. This time he was at a gala. He was helping Theo Galavan, Barbra Gordon alongside the two men. He had Bruce Wayne in his hands, about to hurt the young boy.
That was, but then Theo said some things, then stabbed Jerome in the neck, killing him. That was the last you heard of Jerome.
Same job, same apartment. You were at work when you heard the door open, and a young gentleman walked in and took a seat. You hadn’t seen the costumer yet and you decided to take his order. You went up to the man and saw that it was him. Jerome Valeska. In the flesh.
Your eyes widen at the look of his face. “J-Jerome?”
“Hey doll face,” he smirked. You fainted at the scene.
An hour later you woke up in your apartment, in your bed. You sat up and immediately ran to the living room and saw Jerome standing at the kitchen counter having a drink of water. When he saw you he smiled, “sorry, I was a little thirsty, grabbed myself a glass.”
“W-what are you doing here? I thought you were dead.” You pointed at him.
“First of all, pointing is so rude, and second, last I remember, you owe me a date.” He settled the glass down and walked up to you.
You stepped back, away from Jerome, “why would I want to go out with you? You called me a slut and your face is really creepy.”
Jerome looked a bit hurt at the comment. “Um excuse me, but I happen to think I look flawless, and,” he pulled you close, “ I owe you for that same lunch.”
“How could you have remembered that? That was-”
“I remember a beautiful face when I see one.” He smiled then pressed his lips onto yours and kissed you.
You pulled away immediately, “you expect me to just go on a date with you because?” You questioned.
He rolled his eyes, “look, Y/N,”
“How do you know my name?”
“I’ve known you for the longest time. We went to school together. I was the one you had a crush on?”
“H-how did you know that?”
“Because,” he stepped closer once again, “I liked you too. Like I said, I remember a beautiful face when I see one.”
“But you called me a slut and didn’t pay for your food.” You say.
“I know, and I’m sorry. How about I make it up to you by taking you out on a date.” He smiled.
“And don’t give me that you’re busy all week, because I know that’s some real bullshit right there.” He said.
You giggled at his comment. You looked down then up at him, “I’d like that.”
Jerome smiled and kissed you again, this time you kissed back.
A/N: Loki is my babe. Also this is short but I just lost an old friend so i hope you can forgive me
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Grinning to yourself as you looked through the box on you
bed you heard someone knock on your door. You quickly closed the boxed and
shoved it under your bed and sat one the soft mattress before yelling for
whoever was at the door to some in.
“Y/N, Darling. It’s so good to see you.” The familiar voice
said as he came into view.
Gasping, your hand flew to your mouth not quite believing
what you were seeing. Your boyfriend, Loki had been in Asgard repairing his relationship
with Thor and the rest of their world.
You hadn’t expected to see him for at least six more months
which made you wonder how he magically came back on Christmas Eve just when you
were missing him the most.
Sighing you felt the smile drop off you face as you stood up
and walked to where Loki was standing. Once you were merely four inches away
you hesitantly reached out, hoping you were wrong. Looking down you reached
Loki, hoping with your whole being that you were going to hold your boyfriend.
When you were met with nothing but air you looked up with
tearful eyes. “You are still in Asgard aren’t you?” you asked, your hand
falling back to your side looking at the mirage of the Asgardian in front of
“Yes my love. I am terribly sorry, but you know how Thor is.
He insists I must repair all relations before I am aloud to return to you.” He said
to you reaching out to touch your head only to go straight through you.
“I promise I be back soon,” he spoke. A voice spoke to Loki
making him nod and look at you once more “Y/N, my darling. I must go. I am
needed elsewhere. Please forgive me.” He said dejectedly before his mirage
Sighing you walked to your bed and laid down, grabbing one
of your many fluffy pillows. Grabbing your phone you turned on a random Christmas
station hoping to cheer yourself sighing when you heard the song that had
“I’ll be home for Christmas, If only in my dreams”
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I feel the calm, shallow waves of sadness pulling me into the water. But instead of swimming today, I lay back and take a deep breath. As the water enters my lungs, I close my eyes &’ relax in the comfort of this familiar sadness. Never in my life has drowning felt so good, so deserved.