Remember that time that Niall and I think Harry and Liam were interviewed in New Zealand, and the interviewer asked them what they would do if they were suddenly Mayor of Aukland, like clearly expecting immature king for a day type answers, and instead Niall was immediately like, “well, how’s your public transportation? How much are the teachers getting paid?” and so on and so forth just like, completely subverting her expectations and being funny and smart at the same time? It makes me happy every time i think about it. Niall is the best.
every time i see keith smile i gain 10 years of life so im here today to rate some pics of keef to calm by beating heart
the shit eating grin 12/10, the type of smile that says “ur daughter calls me daddy too” and i love it
the “i got back ur lion notice me senpai” smirk: 15/10 the teasing remark?? the teasing smirk?? this whole scene clears my skin
the “im completely and utterly in love” smile: 100/10 do i need to explain???? look at the softness……the fondness…… and who is it directed at??? uuuhh yeah ur boy lance dont tell me klance is dead u coward
hooo boy another soft smile like look at that!!!!!! hes so in love and im in love and my crops are flourishing, a solid 200/10
the famous “we make a good team” smile, very gay scene but personally not my favorite smile but yall would have attacked me if i didnt include it , 11/10
just fuck me in the ass smile, 80/10 very Nice
the “heh like that” smile UUUUHHMMMM 500/10 LOOK AT THIS…….. aesthetic backgroun? yes. great quote? yes. smile directed at lance once again? y e s.
angsty season 3 keith smiling at l a n c e , 350/10 let him be happy dreamworks let!!!! him!!!!!! be!!!!!1 happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111
look at that smile!!!!! the “we’re still just kids even tho were in space on a very important mission” smile 600/10 very pure and im about to cry with love
PROUD BABY SMILE 1000/10 LOVE THAT SMILE……….I WOULD DIE FOR HIM
the soft “my boyfriend is so talented” smile 5000/10 wonderful smile, filled with pride and adoring, another reminder that klance will never die asswipe
the otome game smile, 800/10 ill leave my heart to this smile if u know what i mean hahahah excellent smile, could cure diseases
GOD TIER/10 ARGUABLY THE BEST SMILE like look at that big grin!!!!!! i bust a nut every time i see that laugh!!!!!!!!! baby boy i love u
Description: It’s Harry’s first day back and he hangs out with his friends instead of you. Based off of the song Start Over by Imagine Dragons
Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Harry
Word Count: 1632
“Clenched teeth, no words
All this distance taking its toll”
You were sure Harry had texted you that he would be home tonight. As you checked your phone, your heart started racing. Harry surely would’ve said if he had a delay or something. He always updated you.
Just as you remembered, Harry’s text said he would be home Thursday night. Which was tonight. You were upset. You and Harry hadn’t seen each other in two months. Even FaceTiming was difficult, so you were really looking forward to having Harry for a whole week to yourself.
It was nagging at you. Where was he? You didn’t want to seem like a clingy girlfriend by texting him, nor did you want to seem like you didn’t care at all by not texting him. What if he was in a ditch somewhere? What if he was hurt?
You finally picked up your phone and texted him, asking where he was at.
You waited a few minutes before your phone buzzed.
“At Nick’s. He made supper and we’re having drinks now.”
Anger and hurt flooded your body. Harry had already landed and gone to Nick’s. You looked at the table in front of you. It was set and a pork roast sat in the middle. You had brought out the fancy dinner plates, glasses, and silverware. You even put out damn candles, hoping to make the night more special.
The text was right in front of you and it made you upset. You threw the towel that was on your lap onto the table.
“You could have at least let me know. But that’s fine, the roast will just have to do for left overs.” you sent back. You knew Harry would feel guilty, but that’s what you wanted. He hurt your feelings and he should know. It’s not like your feelings were invalid. You put the roast in a container to save for left overs.
“Babe, you know how often I see Nick. We chat maybe a few times a year.” Harry’s response came a few minutes later.
You couldn’t believe what Harry had just said. You sighed and texted back, “Have fun on the couch tonight.”
You gathered a blanket and a few pillows and dumped them on the couch before heading to the bedroom again and locking the door. You didn’t want to see Harry tonight. You didn’t want him to cuddle up to you after having a few drinks with Nick on his first night home in two months.
Your phone buzzed in your hand. Harry was calling, but you didn’t want to answer it. You knew he would end up making you feel guilty and it always seemed like what he did wrong was forgotten. He always brought up the “I haven’t seen them for a while” card. The sad part was that it worked. You always felt bad that Harry couldn’t see his friends as often as normal people could.
However, you started to feel like you weren’t a priority like you once were. Harry would make sure he came to you first, spent a few days with you, and then visited his friends. He would spend all day and most of the evening with his friends. You could understand a day or two, but the first day he came back?
You crawled into bed and put your phone on silent, hoping you wouldn’t hear Harry call if he tried again.
“Too many sleepless nights, I own that”
You jolted awake to the sound of someone’s fist banging on your bedroom door.
“Babe, please just let me in. I’m tired as hell and yeh know the couch isn’t comfortable,” Harry’s voice was muffled behind the door.
You pretended you were asleep by not answering. If Harry could make you feel guilty over the phone, imagine what he does when he’s right in front of you.
“Look, I’m sorry if I actually hung out with my friends. I had fun tonight, why does that upset you?” he asked.
You glanced at the time. It was two in the morning and Harry was bringing this shit up.
“Why can’t you be happy that I was finally able to see my friends?” Harry groaned.
You threw the covers off of your legs as you stomped over to the door, unlocking and swinging it open.
“What the hell, Harry? You’re upset? I’m the one who made dinner only for you to not show up. I’m the one who planned a nice evening for us. I’m the one who’s there for you when you aren’t feeling good. I am always there, Harry, and you have the audacity to be upset with me?” you retorted.
“I’m jus’ having a nice night with me lads, Y/N! What, now I can’t see my friends anymore because my girlfriend is too clingy and won’t let me go out?” Harry shot back.
“Oh, I’m so sorry that I’m concerned about where you are, Harry! I was scared that you didn’t get home at the time you said you would. You could’ve been in a ditch or something. You didn’t even feel the need to text me your whereabouts?”
Harry’s face softened as he saw a tear fall down your left cheek.
“I get that you’re concerned, but I hardly ever see my friends. I at least text you, but I don’t talk with them as much as I do you,” Harry calmly replied.
You crossed your arms.
“I understand that you want to see your friends, Harry, but on your first night back? I haven’t seen you in two months, and the first night back, you’re hanging out with your friends. I’m starting to feel like they’re coming before me,” you mumbled the last part.
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.
“I’m sorry. I really am. You’re very important to me, but I really wanted to hang out with my friends tonight.”
“I put out fucking candles, Harry! I really tried to make tonight special. You didn’t text me or call to let me know where you were and that fucking hurt. Why does it seem like you care more about your friends than me?” you yelled, tired of Harry making up excuses. “I really don’t mind if you spend a day or two with your friends the week that you’re here, but the fact that I didn’t see my boyfriend the first night he got back after two months but his friends did is ridiculous. I’m going to bed,” you closed the door and locked it again. You shuffled to the bed and harshly pulled the covers back over your body. You could see Harry’s shadow leave.
“I want to try again, can we start over?”
You woke up peacefully, nearly forgetting the incident that took place last night. You then looked over and saw the empty bed. It was upsetting, but you knew you would have to face Harry sooner or later.
So, you crawled out of bed and unlocked your bedroom door, strolling downstairs for a cuppa. The smell of pancakes and coffee made its way to your nose. You were confused and glanced into the living room, seeing the blankets neatly folded and the pillows slightly stacked.
You walked into the kitchen slowly, seeing Harry at the stove, attempting to flip a pancake. He already had a small stack on a plate to his left, and the table was set with the candles that you put out last night. There was a mug of coffee to his right, which he grabbed and took a sip out of. You could see his face scrunch; he wasn’t a massive fan of coffee, but he made it for you so might as well drink it. You smiled a bit.
Harry turned around to grab something when he saw you.
“Oh, hi. Didn’t hear you. I made pancakes,” Harry said calmly.
You nodded. You weren’t too mad over last night. It was sill sightly upsetting, but the sleep made you less distressed. It was understanding that Harry needed time with his friends. He still should’ve texted you, but he did text them less when he was away.
You walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a mug before Harry lightly grabbed your wrist.
“Hey, I am sorry about last night. I should’ve texted yeh or just come home. It’s just that Nick texted me asking for drinks and I haven’t seen him in nearly a year, so I really wanted to hang out with him, eh know? So I thought I could make it up to yeh by making yeh breakfast and doin’ whatever yeh like. We can sit and watch movies, or go out to eat. Whatever yeh like,” Harry said.
You felt bad, because you knew Harry was embarrassed. He didn’t like being wrong, but if he knew he was wrong, he would do whatever to make it up.
“I know, Harry. I’m sorry for acting the way I did. You haven’t seen your friends in a while and I should’ve understood that,” you admitted before wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.
You both stood and looked at each other before Harry started smiling.
“You are the loveliest person in the world and I don’t know how I ended up with you,” he leaned down and kissed your lips.
“You’re such a sap,” you said after kissing him back. You filled your mug full of coffee and took a sip.
“Oh and you’re burning the pancakes,” you laughed.
“What? Oh shit!” Harry quickly placed the pancake on a plate and turned off the stove. “It’s still edible,” he smiled.
“It looks… delicious,” you laughed.
He laughed loudly. “I love you,” he stated after grinning for a few seconds.
You smiled and leaned your head against his chest. “I love you, too.”
At a diplomatic dinner, everyone is scattered around, mingling. One of the aliens, a minister and very important is standing there casually belittling everything. Lance’s appearance, clothes, fighting, attitude, and Lance is upset but the alien is NOT mincing his words. He’s being very hateful and rude.
First Kolivan notices. Lance near a corner, with a smile nodding his head, then he notices Lance’s clenched fists and slightly bowed head. He moves to inform the team but they are all occupied with other diplomats, Antok figures out that Lance’s laugh seems off, the fake one he used when trying to hide his real feelings. They decide to head over and figure out what is going on.
They meet other blade members half way there, as another dignitary passes, praising Lance for his strength because he certainly couldn’t stand there and smile if the minister had said THAT to him.
They move a little faster, getting there just as the minister opens his mouth again. “Really, it was only a matter of time before your race was destroyed. There were three other races planning on wiping it clean of the parasites that lived there. That planet was far too rich and fertile to leave it in the hands of such an inferior race.”
Two tears slide down Lance’s Face.
All hell breaks loose when the team sees it
Lance:crying Blade: who Blade: the Antok growling :fuck Blade: made Blade: Lance Kolivan hissing: Cry? Alien: backing away terrified
We’re all apparently big fans of the BoM more or less adopting Lance xD