Ok guys, major nerd-out post here regarding Shiro's arm!
As a student in their 4th year of undergrad for a degree in prosthetics, I’m absolutely SMITTEN with Shiro’s bionic arm (and the guy it’s attached to, obviously). But as much as I adore all the art and fics, there are a few things that are driving me nuts that I’d like to share in a few points here, just for reference if anyone wants it. I’ve seen very few fanworks with a proper presentation of artificial limbs, so here goes!
#1. Under NO circumstances does anyone sleep with their prosthetic limb on.
You read that right: under NO circumstances! This also goes for taking a shower. It might look sexy until you get shocked with however many volts he’s got in that thing, But even if it’s waterproof, what is the purpose?? of having it in the shower? when your supposed to be washing the residual limb as well??
“But Wait!” I hear someone say. “Isn’t it implied that Shiro’s arm is permanently attached somehow, and he can’t or doesn’t know how to take it off?”
To answer your question, yes, it is implied. And I’m here to tell you how that is ABSOLUTELY NOT POSSIBLE.
He finds Lance waiting on his bed for him when he returns to his room, and can tell from a single glance that Lance knows. That somehow— either because Matt or Coran told him, or because he just understands Keith that well, even after so many months apart— Lance knows exactly what happened while Voltron was fleeing Naxzela. What Keith had been prepared to sacrifice. What he’d nearly done.
Lance looks up at the hiss of the door sliding shut. He hasn’t even changed out of his paladin armor. Not fully. His arm guards and chest plate have been removed and discarded on the floor, but otherwise he looks just as he did when Voltron finally reached the Castle again— singed, disheveled, and staring at Keith with large, mournful eyes.
Keith can’t bring himself to meet those eyes. They’re even more blue than Keith remembers, and so full of hurt it makes Keith’s chest ache. Lance should never have to look that way about anything. Particularly not because of him.
Keith turns away and takes his time removing his black, Marmora armor. He can’t bear to see Lance so upset. Can’t stand the heavy silence between them. The thick tension just waiting to snap. Can’t stand it at all, but also can’t think of anything to say to dispel it. Words were never his forte, after all. He was much better with actions. Except, this time, his actions are what’s causing this situation, and he doesn’t quite know how to handle it.
He hangs his armor in his closet— the one spot of black among all the red and white he’s so used to wearing. A visual reminder of all he’s left behind. All he’s given up so his team can keep moving forward. Across the room, Lance shifts. He shifts, and he clears his throat, and Keith closes his eyes, waiting, as always, for Lance to cut through the tension. For the berate that’s surely on his tongue. For the angry words and endless rants he’s come to expect from Lance.
It doesn’t come, though. When Lance finally speaks, it isn’t loud, or enraged, or anything Keith’s used to. It’s soft, instead. So soft he barely hears it. And so rough and broken it nearly breaks his heart.
“Keith,” Lance murmurs, voice shaking even over that single word. “Why?” Why did you leave? Why did you abandon us? Why did you give up? “You glorious, reckless idiot. Why did you do it?”
Why did you almost let yourself die?
Keith swallows thickly. “Something had to be done,” he answers. “It was the only choice.” He glances over his shoulder at Lance and gives him a sad smile. “After all, the universe needs Voltron. It doesn’t need me.”
“We need you,” Lance protests, standing. He crosses the room in three quick strides and turns Keith to face him, hands gripping Keith’s shoulders like iron vices, and the most serious expression Keith’s ever seen across his face. “I need you.”
And if that isn’t the most ridiculous thing Keith’s ever heard. Because if either of them needs the other, it’s not Lance. It’s not this boy who shines so brilliantly, who is everything Keith has ever wanted to be and more, who could probably charm the whole universe into peace if he really put his mind to it.
Keith’s smile turns wry and he shakes his head. “No you don’t, Lance,” he says, emphatically because he needs Lance to understand. “You don’t need me. Just look at everything you’ve done.” Look at all the people you’ve saved and inspired and encouraged in a way that I never could.
It’s not enough to convey everything Keith thinks about Lance, of course, but he honestly doesn’t think any words in the English language (or any language, even) will ever be enough. There’s no way to describe the way Lance shines in his element. The obvious joy he brings to his flying, and the fierce passion that flares through his fighting. The excitement he exhibits whenever they find a new ally. The way he draws people to him without any actual effort. The way he cares and protects and gives hope wherever he goes.
He’s a much better paladin than he gives himself credit for, and much more valuable to the team than Keith ever could be. Keith’s absence over the past few months has proven that. Has shown Voltron can continue, and even thrive, without him. That they would continue to do so even if Keith had died. They’d still have their heart, after all— it’s right there inside Lance. He’s the drive that pushes them all forward, and the glue that holds them all together, and if Keith can keep that alive by sacrificing himself, he doesn’t consider death too great a loss.
Clearly, however, Lance doesn’t agree. “That’s not what I meant,” he chokes out, voice watery and blue eyes shining with unshed tears. “That’s not what I meant at all, you idiot. This isn’t about the team, or Voltron, or even the whole goddamn universe.” His hands shift, sliding across Keith’s shoulders and up his neck to cup his face. Keith fights not to lean into the warmth of Lance’s hands, but when Lance gently tilts his head back he knows it’s a lost cause. He’s so weak to the man standing in front of him. Weaker still to the way his bright blue eyes bore into Keith, more intense than they’ve ever been before. More urgent. More desperate. More filled with longing.
“I’m your right-hand man, aren’t I?” Lance asks softly, so close now that Keith can feel his warm breath against this skin. “We’re in this together, you and me. I’d follow you to ends of the universe. So just please,” he pleads. “Please. Promise me you won’t go where I can’t follow.”
And how can Keith say no to that?
The tears are falling down Lance’s cheeks now, wet streaks against his dark skin. And, this time, seeing Lance so upset over him, over the near loss of him, Keith’s heart does break. It cracks and shatters under the weight of Lance’s grief, and Keith already knows it will never fully recover. Even if he tries to tape it back together and pretend it’s all alright, there will still be fragments missing— little shards that will belong to Lance, and Lance alone, whether Lance realizes that or not.
Keith closes his eyes and lets out a long breath. He turns his head into Lance’s hand, pressing his lips lightly against Lance’s skin, and if Lance is surprised by the gesture, he doesn’t show it. Doesn’t try to pull away or even protest.
“Ok,” he murmurs against Lance’s hand. “Ok, Lance. I promise.”
He’d do much more for Lance if Lance ever asked it of him, but supposes this promise is a good place to start. And when Lance smiles for the first time all day, and then pulls Keith into a tight embrace, he wonders why he ever thought leaving was a good idea. Lance’s arms are warm around him, more comforting than anything Keith’s ever known, and beneath the palm Keith’s spread flat against Lance’s back, he feels the faint, steady thump of Lance’s heart. Takes comfort in the fact that Lance is alive and well and right there with him. Takes comfort in the fact that Keith himself is still alive to feel it.
he came into bighit as a rapper- an underground rapper from daegu who only performed for crowds of two and made a couple of cents off of his tracks, which came up to not even be enough to buy ramen.
and when he began training at bighit, he didn’t want to burden his parents either so he paid for everything himself by getting a part time job even though he was a busy trainee/student. sometimes he would have to make the choice between eating that day or not having enough money to pay for the bus fare and being forced to walk two hours to get to where he needed to be. he went to school with wealthy students who would get foreign-made cars for their graduation present and he would have to swallow down his jealousy after seeing them get what they wanted so easily. all of this while fighting with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and compulsion since he was eighteen years old.
yoongi came into bighit thinking that he was going to be in a hip hop group with namjoon and some of the original members of bts, but even though the group concept changed- he still stuck with it because he desperately wanted a chance to be on stage and create his own music. he learned to dance and even acted as a backdancer/mv extra for a little bit despite originally having the intentions of just being a simple rapper and even when he shattered his shoulders from an accident during his part time job as a delivery boy, he still persevered and worked hard to improve himself and prepare for debut.
and the only point where he wanted to truly give up was when he thought that the day of his debut was never going to come. like, this man has been through so many physical/mental difficulties and changes- he literally gripped onto the thought of a chance to be on stage to survive and the only point where he wanted to give up was when he thought that he was never going to get that chance.
I don’t know how to even put this in words and I don’t want to come across as simply using his life story for attention, but yoongi’s life is the ultimate example of hardwork and determination. I have no idea how he was able to handle all of b-free’s demeaning comments so well and I have no idea how people can say that b-free “got it right”.
and just knowing that yoongi still works himself to the bone till this day- working on his music and bringing his equipment wherever he goes ( whether it be during his vacation or on the airplane or in the waiting room) and staying in his studio until the very early morning- and still dealt with battles with his mental health and physical health after his debut just amazes me because he never lets it show or he never lets it take him aback and somehow we still have the audacity to just label him as “lazy” and “coldhearted”.
yoongi truly is a symbol of persistence and dreams and he really is a role model for me. his lyric “though the beginning may be humble, the end will be prosperous” really did become a reality for him and it only came to him because he never gave up despite all what life threw at him. he motivates me to keep on moving forward in my life and I really do hope that all of you guys see and love him for all that he stands for.
THIS MOMENT. THIS IS THE MOMENT WHERE I GOT ALL THE WAY ONBOARD WITH THIS COMIC. I enjoyed moments from the beginning, I absolutely screamed at the vision that the kyber crystal showed him, but this moment. “This is all there is.” is THE single truest Darth Vader thing.
The kyber crystal he’s trying to force into a Sith crystal, to crush its will beneath his own, fights back with throwing at him what Anakin Skywalker still wants to do, the right thing to do, saying that it’s still possible. It shows him that it’s still possible.
But Vader refuses it. That path is no longer possible, it would go against everything he’s sacrificed to get where he is, his betrayal of the Jedi, his killing Padme (so he thinks), his turning his back on the Republic, the murders he’s committed, the monster he’s made himself, it would all have been for nothing if he turned back now. All he would have on that path is nothing, Vader thinks.
Never mind that he would have the right thing, never mind that Obi-Wan would see him as Anakin again and would have forgiven him, would have taken him back, never mind that he could have saved the galaxy from Sidious’ cruelty and horrors.
Vader still forces himself to believe that all of that would be nothing. He has to keep moving forward, the sacrifices he made, the things he did and will do, have to be worth it, and that won’t happen on that other path. This new life is his only choice now.
“More than being optimistic, I think he is making a constant and consistent choice to move forward. He knows there have been a lot of things and the world is probably a crap place and there’s so much hurt and so much pain going on, and he still chooses to believe that if he keeps his head down keeps moving forward that he can cause good in this world.” - Jared Padalecki
— I didn’t rlly get what u meant but I tried my best !! sorry if it gets dry later on, I’m tired and just want this up before I sleep 💕—
You and your friends were at a concert sitting on the grass, waiting for the performer to get on stage. As you guys were talking, one of your friends came back with tacos. Each one of you gets one, beginning to dig in. You pretend to look upset about your taco, making a face and furrowing your brows. “What’s wrong?” a friend of yours asks you. You bite back a smile and turn to her. “I don’t want to taco bout it.” From behind you hear a high pitch laugh, almost like a windshield, one that wouldn’t stop. “Oh my god hyung shut up-” You turn around and see a handsome group of boys, all of them looking embarrassed. “I’m sorry about him-” You begin to laugh too and shake your head. “Honestly, its fine. I appreciate people who like good jokes.” The guy who laughed calmed himself down, offering you his hand. “I-I’m Ji-*windshield laugh* Jin.” You try not to laugh at his laugh and nod. “Y/N.”
You and a couple of friends were at a sports game, watching the players play. All your friends sat to your right so that meant a random stranger was to sit beside you. Indeed, a stranger did sit besides you. You watch as he and his 6 other friends sit down, eyes widening at how attractive they all were. You stop staring before they look at you weirdly. Once the game ends the coaches say some speeches, their faces appearing on the big screen. One of the speeches was about the coach leaving, thanking his players and such. A lot of people in the crowd were touched. So you being you, decided to make a joke. “That was so deep Adele was rolling in it.” You heard a loud laugh besides you, along with a chorus of oh my god’s. It wasn’t any of your friends so you turn to the group of boys beside you. The one who you found the cutest was laughing loudly, face red. His dimples showed on his cheeks and you grin. You then begin to laugh along with him, despite being a stranger. “I’m- I’m sorry it was just so unexpected and generally funny.” You shrug, giggling. “I don’t mind. I’m Y/N.” He smiles back. “Namjoon.” You two talk some more until the game is over and everyone is allowed to leave. Your friends motion towards you, telling you that you’re going to a restaurant. “I gotta go-” Before you left, Namjoon called out to you. “Could I get your number? It was really nice talking to you.” You try not to grin and nod, inserting your number into his phone. You call yourself and hang up. “See you.” He nods and you walk away with your friends.
Sitting on bleachers, you cheered on for your friend who was playing soccer. He was really good, fighting for the ball against a member of the opposing team. Strangers surrounded you, some with your team some against it. You didn’t mind though. The person from the other team shoved your friend, making him fall. He face planted on the ground, making you gasp. (ok but based on my personal experience,,I got grass in my mouth but hey at least I kicked the ball and hit a kid from the other team in the face lmao) Not only that but he face planted in mud. When he got up, his whole face was covered in the brown dirt. He wiped his nose and looked at you. You began to laugh loudly. “YOU LOOK LIKE ELMO” you scream. Someone besides you laughed, though not so loud. Turning, you see a cute boy sat there. He saw you looking at him and coughed, calming down his laughter. You giggle, your hand going to his shoulder. “Thank you for laughing, I’m not that funny. The fall was more funny.” The cute guy nods, chuckling. “Yeah, it was pretty funny. I’m uh- Yoongi.” You smile. “The name’s Y/N.”
Your friend took you out for dinner to hang out, and your food finally arrived. You ordered a plate of pasta, while your friend got a salad. You two ate, talking with each other about nothing. All of a sudden a joke came to mind. You drop your fork and act shook. Your friend looks up at you. “Are you okay?..” Shaking your head, you point to the pasta. “This isn’t what I ordered. It’s a- it’s an impasta.” Laughter was heard nearby, making you curious. You make eye contact with a man with a cute smile. He hit the table while the guys beside him whispered to him. They were probably embarrassed. You laugh too, appreciating the laugh at your lame joke. Your friend across from you giggled at the situation. “What’s your name?” you ask, smiling at him. “Hoseok. You?” “Y/N.”
“Are you sure about this?” your friends asks beside you. You smirk at her. “Of course. Trust me, we’re gonna rock.” You two were at a karaoke bar, and since your friend had a great voice you decided to show it off. “One, two, three.” Big Bang’s “Loser” plays, and your friend begins to sing and rap. You wave your hand as she does, loving the softness of her voice. Finally, your turn came. “Sumswigijocha himgyeo- WO” You sang badly on purpose, dramatizing the words. Someone in the room laughed loudly so you look for the person. You see a cute boy sat with 6 other of his friends, a wide smile on his face. You guessed he was the one laughing. “Hey, dude who just laughed.” He looked up and kept on laughing. “You’re great.” You two laugh and your friend has to finish the song without you. Once she’s done you head towards the guy. “I’m Y/N.” He chuckles and gives you his hand. “Jimin.” You nod. “Well, I said it already but you’re great.” Jimin smiles. “Just like your singing.”
Your foot taps on the floor impatiently, throwing daggers at the person who was currently ordering. This is a coffee shop not a five star restaurant. The person was being very specific and picky about their drink. “And my name is Tanisha. T-A-N-I-S-H-A. Did you hear that? T-A-N-I-S-H-A.” You roll your eyes, clenching your first. “Okay we get that your name is Tanisha can you just fuCK OFF.” you whisper yell to yourself. Someone behind you chuckles. “I agree.” You meet their gaze, almost choking on your spit at how handsome the guy was. Was he real? “Next!” You move forward in line but still keep facing the guy. “Oh look there goes T-A-N-I-S-H-A.” you say, looking at Tanisha sit down. The guy laughs again, making you laugh along. “You’re funny.” he says. “I thought I was Y/N.” You make him laugh again. “I like your humor, Y/N. I’m Taehyung.” Moving up in line, you thank him. “I’m going to order my drink now. Talk with you at that table?” Taehyung nods. “For sure.”
“Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” All around you people you chanted, encouraging the two girls in the center of the huge crowd that had formed. There was drama between them and they finally decided to end it with fists. All of you were behind the school so a teacher wouldn’t intervene. You were confused on why everyone was hyping this fight up. None of them were throwing fists. They just clenched their hands and spitted insults at each other. It wasn’t merely entertaining to you. You were just watching since everyone kept telling you to. “OOH LOOK AT THEM THROWING THOSE INSULTS.” You roll your eyes. “If you’re going to throw something let it be fists. God, I honestly rather be playing video games.” You start to exit the crowd, but turn around when you hear a laugh. “It’s funny how much I relate.” the boy who laughed says. He jogs up to you, but when he sees you up close he stutters. “What?” you ask. “Nothing. I-I’m Jungkook.” You smile and just thought he was shy around girls. “Y/N. This fight is boring, huh?” He nods, laughing. “There’s an arcade nearby. Wanna go?” You’re hesitant but Jungkook looks trusting enough so you nod. You two end up getting along really well. Jungkook is still a bit shy around you lmao.
Okay, so my twin and I have come up with theories to Seventeen’s comeback.
We all understand that the concept revolves around the idea of fears and being alone. We see in all the videos an introduction to this fear and by the end of the trailer, they acknowledge these fear.
So we think…
Vernon: His fear could be wandering aimlessly, unsure of his path. He just walks around, letting time pass by him. He acknowledges this fear by continuing to use that compass until he finds someone familiar to him.
Jeonghan: His fear could be his image or his image in front of the camera/media. It could be that he takes photos because he has an image in his mind of how things look to him, but the outside world may not view his perspective the same. Through media, that can be altered and it can shine a different light on an artist. By facing his fear, he leaves the comfort of the home. By doing this, he accepts how the world is going to view him.
Mingyu: His fear could be related to having this incomplete half to himself. We see him alone, but everything is in two like he once had someone who shared the same similarities and now he feels responsible for filling this void. We could take it another way. We also see a disconnect, especially in the scenes with a mirror. It may portray a disconnect between what he feels inside and what he sees on the outside. I can see this in Mingyu since he often feels uncomfortable with his body. Mingyu faces his fear by finally taking a step back and away from the mirror, almost saying that he will no longer let his physical features define him.
DK: His fear could be not improving. We see his running pace remain the same, and then he eventually drops the timer. DK would be the type of person to always strive to be better and to always work to improve, and not being able to accomplish that can haunt him. By dropping that timer, he allows himself to improve at his own pace without the stress of a physical and materialistic goal.
Woozi: His fear could be related to his talents, his brains. It looks as though he’s trapped in a library, like all this knowledge is kept inside, unable to be shown to the world or appreciated by the world. He may be afraid to share the world his talents.
Jun: He is surrounded by memories. His fear could be that this brotherhood he has with the others will eventually be lost and all he has left to fill this empty space are the memories. He’s afraid to get in touch when a long time has passed since we hear Jisoo’s voice from a voice mail. He faces this fear by finally going out and visit.
Dino: We see him land on the space “turn to the first space.” This could signify his fear of starting from scratch when they have already put so much work into their team and their music. We see him continue to roll the die like he’s waiting for a new fate, but every time he ends up with the same number that landed him there. This correlates with the “seventeen project 2017” they are portraying, that they are starting over with a re-debut with this new and improved group.
Wonwoo: The fear shown in his teaser is boredom and disinterest. We see him at the beginning staring at a blank wall as he steps out in the hallway. He also see him looking out the window and often sitting and contemplating. He picks up the TV remote, but he just flips through the channels, unable to pick something that interests him. We hear cheering, like fans clapping and cheering but his facial expressions don’t change. He could be afraid of no longer finding interest in what he does, or he could be afraid of fans no longer be interested. But it looks to be resolved as the scene ends with him settling on a channel showing the very place where we found Vernon wandering to.
Hoshi: Another hard one! He’s waiting for a phone call, but we don’t know what the other line of the phone is saying. The environment in the room changes to something cold when he answers the phone. But after he hangs up the first time, he calls the number on the piece of paper. His fear could be receiving and relaying bad news to others. We see him struggle when he opens the piece of paper with the phone number on it, but he continues to call anyways almost showing us the urgency and importance of the message he received.
Seungkwan: Money. Money is anybody’s dream and nightmare. We see Seungkwan twirling a coin in his hand. This could signify fear of being greedy, or it could signify his fear of not being able to provide. Either one, we see him accept this has he leaves the coins on the counter of the laundromat.
The8: Minghao’s fear could be being left. We see him arrive at this home with groceries. When he arrives, no one is home to greet him. We see a note on the kitchen counter where it is obvious for someone to see. When he reads it, we see devastation in his face. This could be that a significant other had left him. We don’t see much of a resolution of Minghao’s fear, but we see DK arrive in time to comfort him. We also see the spinning magic 8 ball, which is suppose to determine your luck, and Minghao happened to get the short end of the stick.
Joshua: His was sooo hard omg. He could be afraid of betrayal. It could him betraying someone/the group, or it could be someone betraying him. We see in the water that one of the two people puts their hand on the other person’s shoulder and then walks away. He washes his face, almost showing discomfort and irritation and then we see him walking in the hallway only for him to turn back towards the camera.
S. Coups: Coups fear may have to do with going in circles, or lacking direction in general. We see him walking and then he stops to turn around. He continues to walk around only with signs all around him saying “Wrong Way.” When he finally does decide to move forward, he keeps circling the block. This could signify his fear the team going forward, but keep going in circles, or not finding a path to improvement.
They’re alone to show how each member has their own, unique fear. They all experience it differently. With members shown at the end of the clip, it suggests that no matter how often their fears come and no matter how small they may be, “even though you’re being alone, remember we are on your side and don’t be afraid of all the fears you have.”
We see a cycle through the thirteen boys and it finally ends with leader S. Coups. His lines at the end of his video are more special.
“I was afraid and anxious since I was all alone.” This is representative of all of the boys’ fears because we see them all tackle these fears alone.
“Nevertheless we met on thirteen paths and eventually.” This ties in why the all showed up in each others videos. It shows that though they came from different places, different worlds, different opportunities, all of their paths eventually crossed.
“A complete bond has formed leading us to our brightest moment.” We see that S. Coups finally meets with Jeonghan, bringing all of the videos in full cycle. This shows that together, they will be their best.
not to be that person but…. hating a movie before it comes out because you THINK your favorite character might be getting a storyline you didn’t “want” is really immature and creates uncessary drama over nothing. if it happens AFTER you see the movie? make a fucking scene! but before? just….chiLL
Obi-Wan gets a lot of shit about the “Dreams pass in time.” comment but this is not the face of someone who doesn’t care or who is dismissing what Anakin is feeling, as we see over and over that Obi-Wan very much does love Anakin, of course he cares about what Anakin’s going through and wants him to feel better. And we have the foreknowledge of what’s going to come of Anakin’s dreams and the tragedy that happens because of them.
But Obi-Wan doesn’t know any of that.
He just knows that Anakin is lingering on something that is upsetting him and wants to help Anakin get past it, wants to help Anakin regain emotional balance. I have been in that exact place so many times–when someone I care about is hurting, my immediate instinct is to fix it, fix whatever’s wrong so that they feel better and are happy again! I love them and so I want them to not linger on this thing that’s hurting them.
If they’re worrying over nothing, this is good advice, and for all that the characters know, this is nothing, because they’re Jedi, they do have dreams that might seem important, but will pass in time. It’s a tragedy that this isn’t one of those times, it’s a tragedy that Anakin had these dreams and then had to live through what happens later, but this moment wasn’t for lack of care, it was precisely because Obi-Wan does care for Anakin that he’s trying to help soothe what’s bothering Anakin.
Wild Space covers this as well:
Obi-Wan reacts to Anakin’s pain with sorrow and regret, but he won’t let go of Anakin, because he loves him too much for that. And:
“I would have saved her for you if I could.”
JUST LEAVE ME HERE WITH MY FEELINGS ON THE TRAGEDY THAT IS HOW MUCH THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER BUT DON’T ALWAYS KNOW HOW TO CONVEY IT PROPERLY.
Just. Leave me here with my feelings on how guilty Obi-Wan would have felt, how much he would have wished he could have changed things, how of course he would have saved Anakin’s mother for him if he could have, that Anakin belongs with the Jedi, in Obi-Wan’s eyes, but that doesn’t mean he would just let someone die like that, would just let Anakin suffer through that, wouldn’t understand exactly what it’s like to lose a parent and wish that you could change it, even if you still have to get up and keep going and move forward again. OF COURSE HE UNDERSTANDS AND WOULD HAVE SAVED HER FOR ANAKIN.
When Jeongguk got a tune in his head, he wouldn’t stop whistling it which had lead to your current predicament, your hand squeezed his cheeks together as with the other you continued to type your essay up, “I can’t focus, if I let go will you stop?”
Jeongguk’s eyes sparkled with the challenge, his eyebrows raised as you slowly let your hand lower and just as you began to type, the clicking of the keyboard calming your nerves because you had managed to leave your homework until the last second again, the whistling started.
Why do you guys assume Lance talks a lot in his lion? For the most part it’s Keith and Pidge who do the most talking other than Shiro.
Now, I headcanon Lance with ADHD and depression because I have it and he acts a lot like me. Now, the thing with ADHD is that sometimes, even without medication, you become so focused on getting a task done and disruptions are very stressful because you have to work and work and /work/ until the thing is perfect and you still aren’t happy with it.
But others times…other times it’s laying in bed, immobilized with anxiety because you know what was have to do, but you just /can’t/ do them.
I think Lance works the same way, because at the beginning of season two, he’s really quiet, just informing Shiro about a rocket thruster or something. Other than that, it’s all Keith and Pidge.
Lance is staying quiet because he’s very focused and he’s trying his best to support everyone, to make sure they are where they need to be. Hell, he didn’t even try to show off while in Voltron all of season two. He just kind of…stayed back. This is also evident when the team decided to go visit the BoM base and Lance stayed behind. He was there for back up and support because he doesn’t have a big gun to keep people off or the skills to hack into the computers. Also he was still probably embarrassed because he considers himself the ‘sharpshooter’ and he couldn’t hit a guy run towards him in a hallway. That’s a bruise to the already shaky ego he has.
He was bubblier in season one, and you can see he’s toned down a lot in season two, only talking excessively in a scene or two, and those are mostly when he’s not with the paladins or explaining something to one person and the audience. In fact, it seems all of his moments of real doubt show up when he’s alone, and that happens to me all the time.
When people are around, an ADHD brain is too busy and buzzing to focus on something bad or negative unless it’s heavily affecting, and sometimes it just goes away for maybe an hour or two, but as soon as the stimulation calms down, you’re stuck with your brain still buzzing, but those busy thoughts turn inward to pick apart everything in your personality or looks or brain that you don’t like.
He’s too distracted from his problems because 'people!!! What are they doing!!!’ Lance is probably always engaged, but as he gets older, he learns where it’s okay to talk.
I don’t know if it’s maturity, or he’s losing hope, but he’s becoming a different person and losing a lot of what made him so fun in the beginning.
Season 3 needs to address the fact that Lance is growing, he’s changing and no one has ever commented on it, especially the people he looks up to, like Coran, Shiro and Allura. Still, Keith and Pidge earn a ton of praise because their somewhat open with their growth.
Lance isn’t really like that. Hell, we don’t even know his last name! He keeps things to himself a lot more, and started off trying to talk frivolously to make up for it, but he never said much that had a lot of substance. It was just chatter and he’s using it to kind of keep people from getting too close. For what reason is still unclear.
He’s even began to like…separate from the group a bit? He doesn’t consider himself on the level of his peers and therefore stays back to let them shine and he stays in the background for support. That’s where he feels he can get the most done as back up, in the back of the pack watching everyone’s back, but as that happens, everyone keeps moving forward and he feels left behind, emotionally and now it seems intellectually.
He talks himself up so much because he thinks that will disguise him to be on the same level as them, but it seems outrageous to others because they don’t see Lance beneath them. They see him as their relative equal and they think his self aggrandizing behavior is putting him above them, and that’s why they shoot it down. The team assumes its Lance attempting to be superior, when really he just thinks he’s putting them on even ground and why it rocks his world when they disregard it. Lance sees it as them acknowledging they he’s worse than them.
I love the soulmate series you guys are doing! They’re all so cute!!!! Can I ask for one with The8/Minghao? -Aries
a/n hiii anon aries, thank you so much! & of course!! i hope you enjoy!
Summary: in which you a am incomplete tattoo which completes itself once you meet your soulmate
you’ve always thought of yourself as a free spirit even when you were little
dreamed of going everywhere and having adventures
you’d rather travel the world then live in one place
and so with the incomplete mark of half a bird on your wrist
it represented your desire to go where you wanted
but it was incomplete
even more than wanting to go on grand adventures
you wanted someone to be there with you a
and have adventures with you
your parents were supportive of you deciding to try to find your soulmate whoever they were
but they knew the chances were slim
so they let you take a break for a year from college
o just travel the world exploring
like you always wanted to
maybe on your travels, you’d meet someone
and then your bird on your wrist might finally have a chance at soaring
your first stop: England
then France, Germany, Italy, Hong Kong, South Korea, Japan
you knew you had to be very careful, the bird mark could complete itself once you met your soulmate but if you weren’t paying attention, they might be lost to the crowd
you talked to many people in Europe, your multi-culture studies over the years paying off since you were such a polyglot
so by the time you had set down in Seoul
your hopes were down
how ridiculous to think you could find your soulmate this easily
might as well just enjoy the rest of your vacation without worrying about it
and the number one priority no matter where you travel to
try all the food
eat as much as possible
so after buying some steaming fish cake on a stick
you start strolling down the city street
someone bumps into you and you drop your change
he says in Korean and bends down to pick up the change and hand it back to you with a small smile
"it’s ok” you answer back a bit awkwardly in your basic Korean and return the smile
he laughs gently and drops his board and starts pedaling away
you look down at your watch to check the time when
on your wrist is a completed mark of a soaring bird
you call louder trying to see if you can spot the guy on the skateboard amongst the crowd of people
you start running
maybe staying in shape should have been one of your goals, you think to yourself as you sprint
this was not going to be literally "the one who got away"
not because of you not running fast enough
but then you see him
he’s pedaling towards you as fast as he can on his board
staring at disbelief at his wrist
while people leap out of the way
you both stop right in front of each other
huge goofy grins on both your faces
and without even saying anything
he wraps his arms around your waist as he lifts you up into a hug
whirling the both of you around much to a passerby’s staring
and you both laugh amazed and incredibly happy
and you both walk towards a near-by park to escape the crowds
“my name’s Minghao."
names are exchanged and you get to talk about stuff
"I’ve never been on a skateboard before."
"Really? Here let me show you! I love being on a board, I feel like I can go anywhere"
you laugh that’s how you always wanted to feel
he places both hands lightly on your waist as you stand on the skateboard all wobbly
"Just try to keep your balance…” he says right as you feel yourself moving forward and slipping
the board flies from under you rolling about ten feet away
you however land
in Minghao’s arms
he laughs, his whole face lighting up
both your faces inches away from the other's
you laugh too and thank him as he helps you up
“welp you fell for the first time, that’s progress. Necessary for the learning process. Should we go get something to eat?“
"I wanna buy a board first"
you drag him into a skate shop near the park and buy yourself a similar board to Minghao's
he bravely takes your hand when you’re walking out of the shop carrying your board
one of his arms secured around his skateboard
and his other hand in yours
as he shows you some of his favorite places to skate and hang out and eat
you learn that he’s in an idol group called seventeen
"Wait you’re an idol?"
"So you sing and dance?"
"And martial arts and skateboard yes"
"You’ve traveled the world though"
you both laugh finding more things in common in your personalities
Minghao was so sweet, cute, and good looking
swooning, you couldn’t believe he was your soulmate
multi-talented as he was, you felt boring in comparison
"I’ve always wanted to see the world, since there’s so much to explore and so many possibilities. My stage name The8 means infinite possibilities. I think you’re incredible to have gone on adventures like that"
you’re so surprised but happy to know he didn’t find you boring at all
"Let’s go on adventures together in the future"
“deal” you both smile at each other and round the final corner before reaching your goal
a convenience store
ramyeon is a must
you both start to walk up to the store when the store doors open
twelve guys walk out holding bags of snacks and munching happily
“Oh no…” Minghao looks at them eyes widening
“Who are they?"
"My group members” he says right as they look up at you two
“Isn’t that Minghao?"
"Is that a girl with him?"
“He’s gone for like two hours and gets himself a girl?"
"YAH MINGHAO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Minghao starts laughing and pulls your arm, putting down his board telling you to put your board down too
"Before they catch us hurry!"
you hear the twelve boys start running after you and Minghao
you drop your board
"But I still don’t know how to ride!” \
“it’s ok you have me here nothing will happen to you” he smiles at you and takes your hand
you both pedal on your boards away listening to his band mates throwing snacks at you both trying to get your attention
“MINGHAO YOU BETTER EXPLAIN THIS WHEN WE SEE YOU LATER”
“SHE’S MY SOULMATE” he yells back at them
and then you’re both riding away
eventually you both come to a stop at a park
sitting on the bench, hand in hand, you both stare up at the sky
and maybe at each other
“Can I get your number?” you say, after mustering up the courage
and chuckles and you both exchange phones for a moment
you notice his background is a picture of all his members holding a trophy
“when was this?"
"ah, that was when we won 1st place on a music show for the first time, i was very happy that day"
your eyes scan each and every member, noticing some were a little puffy eyed
but then your eyes settled on his face
he showed the same exact bright smile as he had when he meet you
it warmed your heart
"so can I listen to a song?"
and so you sat there, him explaining each and every song
to the title songs, the performance team songs, to his own duet with his fellow Chinese member
and then he let’s you listen to highlight, and you say to let you guess his parts
when the song’s over you giggle
"i’m like a bird?"
he laughs and wraps his arms around you happily, resting his head on your shoulder
prompt: May I request an imagine for Eggsy Unwin from Kingsman? Preferably before he was recruited into kingsman and he was living with his mum. Could it be where him and the reader are friends and are deeply in love with each other but don’t want to say. Eggsy takes the reader to a club for a night out and he gets extremely jealous because other men try it on with Y/N, leading him to tell her how he feels? Sorry it’s a bit vague. I absolutely adore your writing and I love you ❤️ (anon)
People feel terrible because Teddy’s an orphan, just like Harry. But let me explain my headcanons:
Teddy exists so Narcissa and Andromeda can have an excuse to be family again.
Teddy is the reason Harry feels like he has a purpose after everything.
Teddy is born so Draco can learn to love in the purest sense of the word.
Teddy makes Harry and Draco become friends - and maybe more.
Teddy exists so Hermione and Ron don’t grow apart from Harry, because they spend a lot of time helping him (he is terrible with babies at first).
Teddy is there so Hogwarts can keep moving forward; he stops fights and makes all the houses work together; he’s a Hufflepuff, a Black, a Marauder kid; he’s friends with Slytherins; he’s part of the change.
Teddy exists so his hair can be a thousand colours like his mum’s; his smile can be kind and secretive like his dad’s; his mind can be as astute as a Marauder’s; his magic as great as Harry’s; his interest in muggle books as lovely as Hermione’s; his heart as big as Ron’s. They make him as pure and beautiful as they all were, but without war and hate, he grows up to be better than all of them.
Teddy is born so an orphan can have a life full of love and forgiveness; he’s what Harry was to the Marauders, but with a very different ending.
Everything’s normal for them all—or, well. As normal as a family full of
vigilantes can get. But things are running smoothly. Almost too smoothly, Dick thinks at one point,
but he decides to take what he can get while he can still get it. He takes the
lack of rogues and prison break outs in Gotham all in stride, and spends his
time patrolling Blüdhaven, stopping muggings and rapes and murders before they
can happen, and the world doesn’t have that dark, dingy tone to it he’s come to
Hell, it even looks brighter.
Which. That just doesn’t happen.
So Dick takes it in stride and keeps moving forward, like he always
does. He keeps his head up and his ears open, though, because he may be able to
move forward, but he isn’t stupid enough to think that he’s not going to hit a
bump in the road.
He always hits a bump in the
road. It’s how his life seems to work. He’s come to expect it at this point,
this calm before the storm. Because, just as there’s always a bump in the road,
there’s always a storm.
you keep moving forward. life does not end (even if it does feel that way) when one stupid boy decides to break your heart. pick up the pieces and let life carry you away, away from him and the past. live your life for you, not him
im on mobile so idk if you have rules but if you take requests would you ever write fluh having a panic attack nd blackhat helping?
Despite what Demencia said, Flug didn’t have panic attacks all that often. Besides, she was thinking of ‘anxiety attack’ when she said that, which Flug had never experienced. Two different things.
But that didn’t mean he’d never had a panic attack. Once or twice or- a handful more. Flug was starting to think he might have some sort of panic disorder, it might help to explain his skittish nature, somewhat.
The problem about panic attacks, at least by Flug’s experiences, was they tended not to have any cause. They just happened.
The screwdriver bounced off once- then twice. He couldn’t understand why he suddenly couldn’t hold the tool straight, he’d been doing fine so far. He dropped the tool- it bounced again, off the table onto the floor- Flug grabbed the casing, twisting it around and trying to push the wire to sticking into the device-
He dropped the whole thing, clenching his chest. He needed air- he gasped in as much as he could, but it wouldn’t go down- it trapped itself somewhere in his throat, rushing out and leaving him breathless- he hit the table before he knew he was moving forward, trying to keep himself up and his last meal down.
The world spun around him suddenly- he was on the floor, crawling, bumping into a wall and curling up, hiding from them the eyes they could see him had to get away-
Nobody would know if he just died under this table. 505 might find him, but who knew how long that would take with all the bear was expected to clean. Demencia might assume he was sleeping and just draw on his bag- couldn’t- had to- he tried to uncurl himself, couldn’t move- had too-
Flug didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand. The word bounced off his head, meaningless. Something moving- near-
Black Hat lowered himself to one knee slowly, eyes locked on the mortal. His scientist was wound up tight in a little ball, shaking like a leaf and looking at nothing.
“Look at me Flug.” Black Hat said as clearly as he could, holding out his fingers and snapping them twice. When the man didn’t respond, Black Hat knew it was a touch to late to stop the worst of Flug’s attack.
He crawled under the deck, removing his coat as he did so to drape over Flug. The coat dwarfed him- hiding him. Black Hat pulled Flug closer, letting what parts of Flug shown through the coat hide against his chest, slipping his hands under both his coat and Flugs lab coat, beginning to rub and soothe the tense muscles.
The man slowly began to stop shaking as much, clenching to Black Hat’s shirt.
“Good… Good doctor.” Black Hat muttered, drifting his hands up to Flugs shoulders. “… now, you’re wearing a paper bag on your head. Breath into it.” Black Hat commanded. “These have never lasted long, haven’t they? You’ll be fine.”
He didn’t think Flug could really understand a word he was saying.
“In… out… remember you’re exercises, doctor. Why a human needs to practice breathing as always been beyond me, but you have no excuse not to fail them now.” Black Hat tugged the edges of the bag down, pinching the bottoms closed on either side of Flug’s head. The bag began to expand and collapse with Flug’s breaths.
He counted along himself, letting the bag go to allow the rush of clean air back inside, allowing Flug to rebalance himself, then did it again.
Flug’s breathing soothed out, bit by bit, his body finally stilling as he simply laid against his boss. Black Hat kept a close eye on him, slowly pulling off those goggles, watching for any signs of resistance, before the bag swiftly followed.
Flug’s eyes still held a touch of panic, but he breathed out slowly and gave his boss a fake smile.
“Tha-thank you J-jefecito.” Flug muttered, tugging the others coat higher onto his body and snuggling in.
Describe Misha. (I'm trying to describe Misha to my bro… but I'm bad with words. He makes fun of me for liking him so much, so can you help me out?)
It is hard to describe Misha, because Misha is a surprise.
Every moment of every day, he’s up to something new; but he enjoys that. He
enjoys the shock, the newness—the adventure, and he enjoys bringing that out in
other people. He’s that one crazy friend who always gets you to break the
rules, and even though it scares the shit out of you, you always feel more
alive when everything is said and done. Misha isn’t inherently “good” even with
all the charity work that he does. He likes to tease people; he makes mistakes
and will cuss up a storm. He’s lewd and has no problem with making everyone
around him blush with the dirty, dirty things he’ll say … but you find that you’re
grateful for all these “imperfections” because they all make him human. They
make him approachable. They make him relatable;
and that I think is what makes us
love Misha the most.
He is like us …
he’s goofy and nerdy and messes things up over and over again. He’s a giant
child in an adult body. He opens his mouth and lets his brains fall out onto
the floor, and sometimes it looks like modern art, and other times it looks
like a homicide—but he keeps moving forward no matter the mess he left behind
him, because he knows the ultimate
goal is just to keep living. Misha keeps dreaming.
He’s relatable, yes … and that
then makes us focus on him; and when we do, we see all the effort he puts into
each and every day. He is always fighting, always trying to better the world,
always wanting to make people smile, whether it’s with a kind act or a dirty
joke. He does have his moments of complete, mature, adult responsibility and
those inspire us too. He is a beacon to all of us who are struggling just to
get by—shining through the fog and saying “Hey, people like us … we can be happy.” Yes, the man brings smiles to faces, but he also
teaches people how to keep them there. He shows people how tofind happiness within themselves; and that’s a talent that not enough people posses.
I think if you tell your brother that, then he just might begin to see why you love Misha so much.