i must ask you a question

Don’t You Forget About Me

anon asked: Heyyoooo! Do you mind writing a fic where Sam and dean have a 13 year old sister and it’s basically just what it would be like if she was inserted into the scene where Jody talked about birth control at the dinner table😂? Ik ik weirdd request but I think it’d be funny. Can she like try to leave and Jody’s like ummm no you must listen to all my lecture! And like she should ask questions and make everyone else feel uncomfortable cuz like why not. ANYWAYS THANKS LOVE BYEE❤️🤷‍♀️

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, sister!reader, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, and Alex Jones.

Warnings: season 11 spoilers, talk about sex and birth control. All that stuff.

Word Count: 1,301

A/N: I’ve actually thought about this before!! So excited to finally write it. And yasss, all the gifs! Also I feel like this is a good fit in time for Thanksgiving, lol.

Originally posted by ahoyspn

You, Jody, Alex, Claire, Sam, and Dean all sat around the dinner table at Jody’s. Sitting down and having a home cooked meal as a “family” wasn’t something you got to do a lot, so you were trying to enjoy yourself, until the peace was ruined.

Dean let out a loud “mmm!” obviously enjoying the meal. “Oh, this bird is fantastic.” “When you mix it up with - the potatoes and the, the beans, you guys eat like this everyday?” Dean exclaimed.

“It’s just chicken.” Jody said.

“It’s shaped like chicken! Not a patty, or a nugget!” Sam added.

“Can we get to the case?” Claire blurted out.

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SECRET SANTA IS ON!

THE NAMES HAVE NOW BEEN DRAWN. (Randomly by a machine so it wasn’t me!) You will get the name of your gift-getter via the email you gave me. When you have that name, message me and I will pass on that person’s address. If you have not already, please add a whishlist on the SneakySanta site to help your Santa know what you may like. As always the gift is up to the giver but some guidance helps! If you don’t know your person well, and snooping around their blog doesn’t help, please send any questions my way and I will ask them on your behalf or have a friend on here do so, whatever you prefer. Whoever got me, please ask @jessinthesky for my address, she will give it to you for me. PLEASE REMEMBER THE GUIDELINES LINKED HERE. But the most important rules are: Gift budget is 10 pounds or less, keep your parcel light so you don’t spend too much on postage, you must use airmail or your parcel will take months to arrive, and you’ll need to provide me with a receipt showing proof of postage by December 1st. We want everyone to get a gift, and if you can’t go ahead please don’t be shy and tell me as soon as possible so someone can replace you. If you have any questions or struggles or concerns let me know and I will help you out! I ran international swap groups for years (nerd alert) so I can give you any advice you need on postage and packages and fees, you name it. This is gonna be so much fun and I can’t wait to see all your gifts! Everyone has been so sweet and humble and begged people not to spend too much with their requests, you’re all so awesome. Yeah sorry I can see those but dang you’re all cute x 

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sexuality.

You could almost say I’ve been studying Laurens behaviour from 2012-16 in correlation with her sexuality. I’m finding it extremely difficult to see anything ‘questionable’ about her sexuality, other than her interactions with Camila. When I watch these interviews with the girls, Lauren touching or looking at the girls is clearly platonic. There’s nothing that even hints at anything within her sexuality through her behaviour with the girls. But with Camila, there’s something different. Those longing stares weren’t platonic, how they touched and interacted with each other, wasn’t platonic. The only part of Laurens behaviour that showed us she was also attracted to girls, could be seen through moments with Camila. There’s no doubt in my mind that C played a huge part in Laurens self-acceptance. In an interview a couple months back, Lauren spoke about her sexuality at #beautyconNYC: (3:10-)

Lauren saying “what are you looking at when you see that” is blatantly obvious to me. Camila. The only factor fans could use at the time when/if doubting Lauren’s sexuality was Camila. The interactions and behaviours that the two shared, fuelled the speculation and presumptions about not only Lauren’s sexuality, but Camila’s also. She mentioned when she was younger, she “wasn’t ready to accept it about herself”. Presuming she was questioning her sexuality in her mid/late teens, the only person around her whom she publicly showed attraction to via these little secret looks and touches was Camila. She didn’t show anything intense towards the other 5H girls as she did with Camila. You could tell her interactions with Dinah, Ally and Normani were purely platonic and even from early X-Factor interviews, Lauren was always extremely protective and admiring of Camila. She spoke about “not being ready” to come out so at the time she must have already had existing doubts about her sexuality. I wonder which girl caused her questioning? Fans labelled her before she even had a chance to accept and fully understand it herself. So this coincides perfectly with Camila’s Facebook live, where she’s asked for her advise on an LGBT relationship where the other half isn’t ready “to come out”. (12:40-13:50)

Watch Lauren’s interview first then watch Camila’s. Compare their descriptions and understandings of ‘coming out’ and note that they are EXACTLY the same. C fills in the gaps L missed out in her interview and vice versa. It all falls in place like a little puzzle. Their words are spoken parallel to each others. Aren’t they basically both explaining how they personally reacted during that specific time? You can tell both are speaking from experience. C’s “I’ve learned that” was a massive slip up on her behalf.  I mean the only way you learn something is if you study it, or it happens to you. Camila must be super invested in the LGBT+ community to be able to articulate a response as intricate as the one she gave in this particular interview. There’s no doubt that each individual played some sort of role in the acceptance of each other’s sexualities, whatever those may be. 

Remember though: “All you can do is just love them”.

I wonder who did the loving in this scenario? Was it Camila? Was she loving Lauren as they both finally understood and accepted their feelings towards one and other? Is C’s Hurting the struggle in which she/Lauren were unable to view their sexualities in a positive light after the pressure of shipping and criticism from labels and PR teams? Is the Healing her coming to terms with herself and starting to gradually share to fans a huge part of her that is ‘forbidden’? Is the Loving the final ‘fuck it’, C accepting and being proud of being who she is? I wonder how many more “she” pronouns will pop up in the album. 

Everything is a process, sit tight.

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He Sean,

I really hope you read this. I’m writing this now since it’s still fresh in my head at the moment. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes, btw.

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I had the best (Thurs)day and evening ever with you, Wiishu, Dan and Arin. I waited with my sister for you at the airport. It took a while but there you were with Wiishu. You were surprised but delighted at the same time. I wanted to say so many things and all I could say was: You must be tired, and rambled on about how long your flight must have been and what not. Everything except for the things I actually wanted to say.

That’s ok. I still had Friday evening and the Q&A. The moment was there. We all could ask questions and I had one at the ready, but every moment Vernon came near I started to feel more and more nervous and my social anxiety kicked in hard. At that moment I asked my sister if she wanted to ask my question. Well… you may remember she didn’t ask a question but said how much you meant and still mean to me. Last year was…rough. You and Mark helped me to stay positive and not lose hope in humanity. You both keep me smiling. 4 Video’s a day I had to look forward too (2 from you, 2 from Mark). This year was finally a year where everything is falling in to place in my life and I sort of know what I want eventually. I’m working hard on it. I’m having such a good time at the moment that I have trouble to find time to watch your videos! 

Even now I still don’t know how to put my feelings in to the right words. The trouble I’m now facing is that I get emotional every time someone says it’s ok, “give yourself some credit too” and other uplifting words. I’ve always heard that it’s gonna be hard for me, what I want to do. I shouldn’t be doing this and that. Not by my parents and siblings, though. All the love for them. But it’s really demotivating to pick anything up when other’s don’t see the hard work you put in things and doubt you as a person.

Anyway, my sister caught me of guard with her speech. My anxiety was already on a high level and her putting me in the spotlight broke me down. I’m definitely not mad at her. She said the things I couldn’t say and I’m glad she did. I still feel like I want to say more, but I just simply can’t find the words. I just really hope you read this letter and hopefully I’ll see you again. May it be at VidCon Europe (*wink wink*) or at your EU tour of your own show.

Again from the bottom of my ♥

♥ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING! ♥

Love,
Paula

@therealjacksepticeye

triggeredmedia  asked:

I demand you buy me a Ferrari. If you don’t you are denying my right to one. How is that different than you demanding I buy you food and healthcare? If you say “I need food to live” then you are saying I owe you labor because you exist. The fact that it’s a little labor or a lot of labor doesn’t equation. No one owes you anything just for existing.

So, essential goods are the same as luxury items?

This is the argument you make when you have nothing better to say. When you have no real argument against something this false equivalency bullshit is what you have to resort to. 

You see the world full of individuals who purely exist to exchange labor. What I see is that our society has been built collectively over millennia. Together we have built governments and architectural marvels, sustained our existence and built everything you see around you. There was no single person who labored to create anything, it has taken collective knowledge and skill. 

Now we must ask a question why do we have people that do not have enough to eat?

If we are to believe capitalism, it is because food is scarce and that there is not enough to feed everyone. In this line of thinking, we produce not enough food and supply and demand requires that those that can afford our limited supply are able to secure food while those that don’t have the means cannot. 

But we produce enough food to feed 10 Billion people, while there are only 7.5 billion people in the world.

So if we are producing enough food to feed all, why does everyone not have access to food? How does a system that is dependent on Supply and Demand create a system where there is a surplus of food while 1 in 9 people do not have enough food to lead a normal lifestyle?

Artifical Scarcity is why. We create a system where supply and demand do not actually apply, where companies regularly discard large amounts of perfectly good food in order to drive greater profits for their “perfect food.” This is why you don’t allow capitalist near anything that is a necessity to live. In order to turn a profit, they must create scarcity in something that is not scarce. 

So, if we collectively produce more food than we need worldwide, why can we not feed the world? 

We are calling for taking our existing system and saying, we produce more than enough food for all, everyone must be able to eat. This is not a difficult thing to pull off, and if we lived in a truly capitalistic system the price of food would be so low that everyone could afford it. Basic Supply and Demand would set pricing. 

But to take it a step further, if food was available to all, the price of feeding oneself would be less. In the end, you are arguing that you should pay more for food and healthcare so that a small group of people can become wealthy beyond their wildest dreams while another larger group dies. 

When you argue that a good that is not constrained by supply should be limited all you do is argue that you should pay more so that others cannot have access. 

Do you really have to feel special that bad? Oh, I guess that is why you asked for a Ferrari…

- @theliberaltony

The whole “ADHD is fake” argument really pisses me off for so many reasons. One of which being that you see people claim that children are naturally hyperactive and inattentive, so ADHD must be fake!

Okay fine, I’m going to ignore all that bullshit and just ask one question: what about all the other symptoms of ADHD?

You know, the memory issues, RSD, emotional regulation, insomnia, irrirability, mood swings, and all the other symptoms that combined with hyperactive and/or inattentive will likely follow the child into adulthood.

The thing is, they likely don’t even know about the other symptoms at all.

And the fact that they can just say all of their bullshit without even educating themselves pisses me off.

everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.

-

“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”

-

Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”

“Shit.”

I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you

-

“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.

“Beyoncé.”

His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.

-

Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?”

“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.

Imagine Bill talking about how nervous he was during your first meeting and letting it slip he has a crush on you during an interview.

Originally posted by karlmordo

“So I- I didn’t ask you at first and don’t think anybody has let it go-” Jimmy said with a chuckle and Bill grinned to himself, nodding his head “But uh you said you met (Y/n) almost eight years ago? That’s- that’s a very long time you know.”

“Uh yeah” Bill rubbed the back of his neck a little nervously “My father had uhm he had invited me actually on set, to bemore specific, and I could never miss a chance like that. And- and that’s where I met her.”

“Hmh” Jimmy nodded his head “On the- on the set of Thor, right? Her character, and her as a person, has many fans that love her and is quite famous and so are you. Yet nobody has noticed a thing for all this time, it’s quite remarkable how you kept so low you know?”

“Oh uh” he chuckled “Well, it wasn’t that easy I will tell you. But we uhm had a friendship that we really wanted to last and for us to enjoy it we- we made the decision to be as subtle about it as possible. Our families knew of course, and so did our- our friends but uhm-” he cleared his throat, trying not to get off topic and let something slip of the two of you being more than just friends “It was all sort of- sort of us… living the moment every time, trying to make it just about… us?” he tried to explain with hand motions, hoping it didn’t come out so much as it being more than a friendship.

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One Missed Call (Angst)

A/N: Prepare yourself. It’s quite a ride. This is my first time doing angst so feedback is definitely appreciated. Enjoy! 

After what feels like forever, the plane finally touches down in his home city of Toronto. Shawn lets out a deep, strangled sigh, rubbing his eyes. He’s exhausted from the extended time that he’s been away from home, but he honestly wishes he was still on the road for just a little while longer. He knows he should be excited; he should be happy even. Today is the day he will finally see her after months of being apart, but when she comes to mind, his stomach turns and he’s disgusted with himself. All he can think about is what he did. He shakes away the thought in his head and pulls his carry-on over his shoulder as he makes his way to his designated baggage carousel to collect his belongings. It takes him 15 minutes to find all his bags before he continues down the long hall towards the revolving exit doors. Geoff is outside the airport for him. His plane was early, but he didn’t want to bother her to take off work and have to come get him. He isn’t ready to see her just yet anyways. He just needs a little more time to think. He walks out the doors and props up his suitcase. While waiting for his friend to show, his eyes wonder upward, gazing at the black sky, contemplating what the hell he should do when he gets home. He can’t hide it forever; his guilt will eat him alive.

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Hello guys!

I come to announce that the

Commissions

are officially

OPEN

and you can already request your commission with me! Just read the next infos to know what to do. So let’s go! 

What to ask for?
You’re more than free to commission me an illustration of some character you like. Being a fanart or OCs. I’ll be free to draw whatever you ask for. But take note, the only things I WILL NOT draw are: Comics, Furries, nsfw or any image that has immorality. These types of drawings I don’t accept’!

How to make an order?
You will make your request through my e-mail carolgarciapr3@gmail.com In this you will tell me in a brief summary (please be as brief as possible) of your commission, informing the character, details, pose, some accessory (animals are seen as separate character) or something extra chosen. All this within a form

Remember to check the price table if you want another character or background. These are priced separately. Animals are also classified as a character. At first, I will only do one character and no background, if I don’t inform any extra addition to your commission.
Upon your request, I’ll be giving you the feedback with my evaluation, the deadline and the commission price established. Please, if I don’t respond immediately, be patient, my dear Padawan!

If you have any questions, my ask box will be free, or you can send me a question via email, or where you feel better :D

Payments!
Paypal or Ko-fi only. The commission process will be done after payment of the same. You have two options: you can either pay me the full amount first or pay half the amount, and then pay for what is missing. So we can guarantee the service’s fidelity to both sides. I do not accept payment afterwards.

All Commission must be filled in according to the format below: Copy and paste the form in your email:

- Please include in the subject: “Commission” your URL or user from where you came from (Tumblr, Instagram, Facebook, Deviantart, etc.)

-Your name: (Url or user - Tumblr, Instagram, Facebook, Deviantart, etc.) 

- OCs must submit description and references so that I can make work as true to their request.

-Type of commission: (Sketch: 1 character (fanart or OC), half body + extra background + extra 2 characters, etc.) This is an example.

What you want in the Commission: (type of facial expression, clothes, colors - if you want you can inform me a color palette -, background or etc.) You are free to send reference pictures attached to your email.

Illustration format: (portrait or landscape)

Notes: Any other extra that is not included in the price table, will have an addition of $12 + each.

Commission Process

  • You will send me your request to carolgarciapr3@gmail.com, with the form filled in according to the model above. The forecast for feedback is between 24H, but I can take a little longer to respond you as there are other work in progress for me;
  • After evaluation and acceptance of your commission, I’ll tell you the total price along with the payment options. Remembering Paypal or Ko-fi only;
  • During the period, you are free to request the cancellation of your Commission. Just send an email with the subject “Cancel my Commission”
  • After payment, I will be notifying you of the receipt;
  • Having done all the above process, you have the freedom to tell me how you would like to receive your commission, be it the file format, the size of the image, etc; 
  • I’ll then send you some previews of your Commission process wherever you wish, so you can evaluate and approve, or request some changes before I start coloring. Make sure it is according to your desire;
  • Once approved, I will begin coloring and show some WIP of the process;
  • Upon completion, I will notify you and send you the full image in your attached email, along with a copy of the PS file (if you wish). Also I ask if you will give me permission to post on my blog, otherwise you that will make the disclosure on your blog;
Night Activities

I don’t know if someone has already done this and sorry if you have. What if Aliens like don’t get nightmares and like humans sometimes scream in their sleep and they wake up in a cold sweat. Like and sometimes people don’t want to sleep because they are afraid that they will have nightmares. Also when people talk in their sleep or sleepwalk.

*BANG*

Kritchlyi aroused from their reenergizing cycle at the loud sound. They traveled over to where they believed the sound had come from. When they reached the spot they saw a strange sight.

“Human Teresa what are you doing, it is not yet a completed energizing cycle” Kritchlyi voiced in surprise at the sight of the small human. The human was still wearing their “night” clothing items and had not yet put on the uniform for the day. 

Kritchlyi looked around for what might have caused the sound and they saw that a shelf of scrolls written on the habits of “dolphins” had fallen.

“Are you looking for information?” Kritchlyi asked human Teresa who had still not responded to the previous question. 

Human Teresa turned around quickly their bright pink hair covered feet could not find traction on the sleek floor and they fell over with a loud bang.

Kritchlyi rushed forwards in surprise.

“HUMAN TERESA!” they yelped concerned for the health of the small lovable human

Human Teresa sat up and rubbed their small head. 

“What happened, how did I get here?” They asked confused.

“What has happened why can you not remember the reason you entered this room?” Kritchlyi asked in shock, “Have you gotten a ‘concussion’“

Human Teresa’s lips curled downwards,”That’s weird”

“Must I retrieve the nurse?” Kritchlyi asked concerned

Suddenly Human Teresa began to release a series of heavy pants and strange squeaking noises. Kritchlyi believed the humans called this laughing.

“What amuses you?” they asked confused.

“Oh, nothing…sorry I woke you I was just sleepwalking…I haven’t slept walked in years” Human Teresa replied.

“What is “Sleep Walking”?“ Kritchlyi asked

“Oh, sleepwalking is when someone walks or performs other complex behaviors while asleep” Human Teresa responded.

“Is it safe?” Kritchlyi asked

Human Teresa shrugged, “I mean yeah but as long as they don’t find anything dangerous while they are doing it”

Kritchlyi stared at her 

“Good night then” Human Teresa stated as a conclusion to the sentence and began walking away.

“Human’s are strange” Kritchlyi stated as they watched Human Teresa walked back to their room.

Mystery

Pairing: Peter Parker x Barton!Reader

Request:

Can I get a request where the reader is Clint’s Daughter and it’s reader x Peter?            


Peter has created a chatroom: hello my beautiful girlfriend that i love so much

Peter has added Y/N.

Peter:

Peter: Me last night when you wanted me to help you design your new suit.

You:

You: Me last night when you showed me designs you made just for me.

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Overworked

Prompt: “Your eyes are red…were you crying?”

Fandom: Sanders Sides
Pairings: Heavily implied analogical, obviously haha
Warnings: None that I can think of~
Word Count: 2,015 (This one got away from me a bit…)

Enjoy, anon!


Virgil sat in the common area of the mindscape on one end of the rather large brown couch. He had his headphones over his ears, drowning out the sound of Roman and Patton playing a video game close by. Patton kept winning and Virgil was tired of hearing Roman’s loud complaining But you don’t even know how to play this game!!

Virgil played with the strings on his jacket absentmindly realizing that ever since the most recent video, they hadn’t done much of anything. Patton was happier for sure, constantly asking Roman to conjure up more and more puppies. They couldn’t stay forever and eventually had to disappear. Roman made sure to always bring back the little black one. Patton had named him Logan Jr. much to the dismay of the real Logan.

Logan…

“Hey… guys?” Virgil said, pulling off his headphones.

“What?” Roman said shortly, not really paying attention. His tongue was sticking out of his mouth as he tried to focus on the screen.

“Can you… please focus on me?” Virgil asked. Without question, Patton paused the game causing Roman to sigh in defeat, and they both turned to look at the dark trait. “…when’s the last time anyone’s seen Logan?”

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I’VE GOT MY MOTHER’S EYES

BUT I DIDN’T INHERIT HER THRESHOLD FOR PAIN


To give and give and give

Yet still feel undeserving

To love so much more than you

Could hope for in return

To birth your third child

While my father reads the newspaper

How did you stomach it?

How do you still?


She says I must detach to self-preserve

She says A woman’s empathy is not a bottomless well

She says I must be more careful when speaking

She says I must always bleed discreetly


But where do I put it?

All of this rage

that I’m expected to stifle?


She says

Why do you insist on asking these questions?

When you know I’ve got no answers that soothe?

Mothers do not console their crying daughters by telling hopeless truths


She says

No bandage will cover the entire surface area of this wound

You must learn to pretend it isn’t needed

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HELLO! XENVITA HERE!

I’M HOSTING A FUN ACTIVITY FOR THE NINJAGO COMMUNITY CALLED ‘‘NINJAGO FASHION’’!

For this month November 2017, anyone can participate by making an artwork, cosplay, toys etc. each day that follows the theme that’s listed. Similar like Inktober! The rules is simple, everything must be safe for work & can be done with any character(s) that’s in the Ninjago universe! Also, share your works by tagging #NinjagoFashion2017 !

Most importantly, please be civilize & no need to push yourself when you’re unable to do it at some point!

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me!

HAVE FUN!

This activity is hosted on Twitter & Tumblr.

anonymous asked:

you do know that YOI was actually created by a couple of straight women with a female audience in mind right? Personally enjoying it doesn't actually change what the series is.

I’ve literally interviewed the people who created it. With that plus that I’ve watched all of Yamamoto’s other anime, I think I have a better understanding of where they’re coming from with YOI than you do, anon.

I guess I would ask you and the rest of Tumblr fandom who like to circulate this reductive, shallow argument in a complete vacuum why you assume that people who don’t label their sexualities (and that you know they can’t publicly, because they are are in a position where they can’t really talk about that topic at all) must be “straight.” I think there are some heterosexist assumptions y'all need to question before you can start tut-tutting others about it.

Regardless of all that, it’s obvious to me (as an LGBT person but also just as someone who studies cinema, and anime specifically, and is deeply familiar with the medium’s history of LGBT representation) from just watching YOI that it’s been created with much more affection for and knowledge of LGBT people and relationships than any other sports anime, and in a way much closer to other queer-themed anime with an actual queer audience in mind. For example, Kunihiko Ikuhara’s work. Despite being a man, his portrayal of lesbian issues in anime like Utena and Yurikuma Arashi is very obviously different from your more standard yuri-for-straight-people, dealing with complicated issues lesbians face like compulsory heterosexuality and fetishization and criticizing that. YOI is different because it’s less obviously political, but it treats gay men like people, and shows an awareness of actual gay icons and culture (e.g. the repeated references to actual gay men in Victor’s character design) and relationships that you just don’t see in stuff that’s just “fujoshi pandering.”

It’s interesting to me that, people uncomfortable with how sexual his work is aside, Ikuhara being a male director who Gets Lesbians/LGBT Stuff is largely taken as a given on this site. And I’m not disputing that! But you have a woman who makes a show about gay men, even one that’s obviously different from all the other anime like that, and people assume she MUST be fetishizing and “BL-pandering.” Hmmm. I would unpack that? Also note that it’s the same thing sexist male anime creators (like that Welcome To The Ballroom director) are saying about those creators and that show. What does that say about what you think about women if you’re echoing them?

So long story short: no, I’m not just “excusing it because I like it.” I think the common Tumblr argument about it is wrong. And this whole mode of “criticism” that says “oh person of X identity made a thing about Y, ergo it’s bad, no actual thought or engagement with the actual work required!” is stupid and beneath me and probably beneath you, too. 

As Ikuhara himself would say:

Two Nights Stand Part 10 ( Final part)

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1895

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. Fluffy loads of fluffy.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

Originally posted by everythingrelationshipsx

Credits to the gifs owners

You wake up with the sound of people talking, their voices aren’t familiar and you can’t recognize what they are saying but they seem happy. They sure are laughing a lot. You move around still in bed, feeling a strong pair of arms around your waist holding you in place.

When you open your eyes, you see Bucky sleeping beside you with a content smile on his lips. There is no doubt that the last 24 four hours were chaotic, for a moment you felt like you were feeling insane but now it all feels natural.

You gently trace your fingers on Bucky’s jawline, if the last 24 hours were emotional to you, you can’t imagine how it was to him. “Should we wake them up?” You hear a woman asking from outside the room, you hope that the person who she is talking to says no. You are not ready to face anybody, especially after your behavior yesterday. Why did you have to be so awkward?

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3,000 FOLLOWERS GIVEAWAY

Alright, kids. It’s that time of the year again (?

So I just reached 2k followers, and it happened astronomically faster than I expected. So instead of doing a giveaway for that, I’m gonna do it for the 3k milestone :D

BUT THIS TIME, THINGS WILL BE A BIT DIFFERENT.

As in the previous occasion the prizes are:

  1. A Glade Born Tree tarot spread (19 cards, no questions, this is a spread where the Tarot conveys whatever it feels it needs to say)
  2. A Daemon reveal session (I prefer using the term daemon over totem or spirit animal since it’s not directly associated to any specific minority or culture). This will have to be done via private chat, Skype, or a similar medium and can take a long while, even several days and different conversations.
  3. Up to five questions (to be discussed with me beforehand so we can formulate them the best way possible) to be answered by an Oracle deck of my choice (I’ll pick the best depending on the questions you want to ask). Each question will be answered with a spread of one up to five cards.
  4. Five sigils created specifically for you. I can help you word the request but it’s not necessary, you can simply give me the final consonants and I’ll draw them for you, no questions asked. I will later on publish the sigils if I feel they should be shared because others could benefit from them, but I won’t disclose those with private meanings nor your association with them if you don’t wish me to. Also you don’t have to ask for all five sigils at the same time, although I don’t recommend you wait years in case, I don’t know, I die?
  5. One spell or hex designed specifically for you according to the ingredients you have access to (I refuse to create spells that will harm someone undeserving of being harmed, mess with somebody’s free will, threaten somebody’s sexual consenting abilities, or disproportionate if they’re meant for punishing).
  6. Help and tips in building your altar and/or witchy supply storage (especially recommended if you’re a closet witch). We can skype and I’ll give you ideas of where you can hide stuff. I’m incredibly shady so I know where you tuck things so nobody will notice. This is more of a practical prize, but shit, I’ve been seeing a lot of witchlings who could use a hand!

HOWEVER, TWO MORE, VERY INTERESTING PRIZES WILL BE ADDED TO THIS LIST:

7. A flash course on alternative spirit work. Specifically how to tame, bind, banish, and exorcise spirits. This will come along with a small handbook for you to have as a resource for future reference.

8. A tarot reading by Yeyé. I really have no idea of how many cards, she usually needs about three, but it varies. This one will take a while because you would have to give me your questions and when I saw her I would let her know so she can do the spread for you. She requires a few things, so don’t choose this prize if you’re not comfortable with sharing: age, name (just first name), date of birth, place of birth, and time of birth.

All of these prizes can be adapted to your needs.

RULES:

1) NO TAGGING THIS AS GIVEAWAY, you’ll ruin it for everyone, don’t be that guy.

2) I RESERVE MYSELF THE RIGHT OF REFUSING REQUESTS THAT GO AGAINST MY MORALS, meaning helping you in racist, homotransphobic, islamophobic, etc. ways. YEYÉ CAN ALSO REFUSE TO ANSWER QUESTIONS SHE DOESN’T FEEL COMFORTABLE ANSWERING.

3) Each reblog counts as an entry. Likes can be used to bookmark. Maximum three reblogs per day. YOU MUST BE FOLLOWING ME.

As before:

As soon as I reach 3k followers, I’ll be picking the winner randomly using the page RANDOM.ORG. I’ll record it and search for the winner during the video to show the contest’s transparency.

I’ll get in contact with the winner via PM or ask. If these options are disabled, I’ll try to do it via tag. In any case, the winner will have FIVE DAYS (120 hours since the moment I announce it) to reach me back, else I’ll pick a different one.

Have this photo of my Yeyé with a big ass leaf, just because she’s cute.

This giveaway is in no way associated with Tumblr.

Basic Horary Astrology

Introduction

What is Horary Astrology? Horary Astrology is the ancient branch of astrology that tries to answer questions. It does this by using the time of birth of a question to create a chart. This s the time the question was first exactly heard and understood by the astrologer. 

How to ask a Horary question

Some common topics for Horary questions are “When will I meet my next love?” “Will I be rich or poor?” “Will I get the job?” or even “Am I cursed?” In order to ask a Horary question you have t formulate it as a sentence. For example “Will I be rich?” You may add onto this with something like “Will I be rich and if so when?” But you cannot add in unrelated extra questions such as “Will I be rich and will I get the job?” Those must be asked as separate questions. It’s best to ask whichever question is most pressing to you first, then wait at least a few days before asking another. You also cannot ask any questions that assume a positive or negative answer. Thus questions such as “How do I get _____ to date me?” or “When will I get fired?” won’t work. This is because horary astrology is to tell you if there is going to be a positive answer or not, it isn’t to tell you how to get the outcome you want. Also, you must always ask the root question. So rather than “When will ____ contact me?” but you actually just want to know if that will happen so that there is more of a likelihood or a relationship, instead ask the root question of  “Will I end up in a relationship with _____?” It is also best to ask the questions (formulate the sentence and thus establish the time it was formulated) when you feel the most concerned by or desiring of the answer to the question. It is also the “received” time that is used for the question. This being the time the astrologer received the written sentence.

Analyzing the horary chart

First, it would be best to know where the subject of the question is represented in the chart. So you look at these houses/planets if the subject is…

1st house: You, yourself
2nd house: An object, like your lost keys
3rd house: sibling or neighbor
4th house: Your mother
5th house: your child
6th house: your boss, your pet
7th house: boyfriend/girlfriend, enemy, ex
Sun: men in the prime of their lives (late 20s-early 40s), husbands
Saturn: older people, father figures, authority figures
Moon: women, wives, younger people
Venus: girlfriends, partners
Mars: boyfriends, sexual partners

Secondly, try to keep your Horary readings more simple than Natal readings. For the most part what you’ll need in Horary readings are:

  1. The 1st house ruling planet
  2. The planet ruling the house of the subject of the question
  3. The Moon

When it comes to aspects to these points, don’t let their be interference. “Don’t read a chart as: ‘First the Moon conjuncts Mars and then it sextiles Jupiter and then it squares Saturn and then it trines my planet!’. The answer will usually stop at Mars.” It is also important to know if a planet is moving towards (applying) an aspect or moving away (separating) from an aspect. Hardly ever is there an exact aspect. 

No aspect between planets = no relationship
Separating aspect = end to something 
Applying aspect = something is moving together

It’s all really symbolic tbh. Such as in a relationship question if the planet that signifies the subject of the question is in conjunction with Venus it means they are already with someone. Unless you or the subject is represented by Venus, of course. 

The Moon is often thought of as a ‘co-significator’ for the person asking the question, and the Moon can also be thought of as what drives the chart. “What is the Moon doing? What house is she in? Is she in a strong house (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th)? […] Is she applying to one of the significators, or to an important angle? Is she separating from a significator? Is she Void of Course?” Void of course could be signaling that there isn’t much drive in the chart at the moment, the moon is most effective when it is applying an aspect. 

Thirdly, don’t forget about context. People may easily believe that a square means “no” and a trine means “yes.” “You must understand the context of the question, and the reason they asked the question in the first place. A square can still mean a ‘yes’ if the planets are friendly to one another and are applying: this might mean ‘yes, but you’ll have to work hard for it’. Likewise, an applying trine in a question of divorce might mean that they won’t get divorced, but will reconcile instead.” 

Timing 

If planet is in
cardinal sign
Angular houses that is days/hours
Succedant houses that is weeks/days 
Cadent houses that is months/weeks

Mutable sign
Angular houses that is weeks/days
Succedant houses that months/weeks
Cadent houses that is years/months

fixed sign
Angular houses that is months/weeks
Succedant houses that is years/months
Cadent houses that is time unknown/years

Bye

Well, there you go. The very basics of horary astrology. Hope this was helpful and informative, good luck finding the answers to all of your questions~! 

Genius Lance Pt. 2

After a long, painful writing session, I bring you part two! I hope everyone enjoys as much as the first part! <3           


“Blue Paladin!” Kolivan called looking to each side when he left the bridge. Lance looked behind him with a slight wince, but at noticing that it was Kolivan relaxed a bit.

“Sorry about all of that big guy,” he said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“We must talk Blue Paladin,” he stated, walking towards the boy.

“Oh, um, okay,” he started. “Is the lounge okay?” he asked.

“Wherever you are comfortable,” Kolivan replied putting his hand on Lance’s back. Lance nodded his head and started leading him to the room. They sat down on the couch and Lance looked down at the ground waiting for Kolivan to start. He expected the leader of the Blade to berate him for storming out of the room and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt his hand settle on his upper arm. He turned to look at the galra, unlike usual, he had a soft open expression on his face.

“Please explain to me Blue Paladin, why does this upset you so much?” he asked calmly.

“You can call me Lance you know,” Lance muttered moving his gaze to the other side of the room.

“Lance then; I’m afraid I don’t understand much of what happened on the bridge, would you please explain to me? If you don’t mind,” Kolivan asked. Lance took a deep breath and nodded his head in understanding.

“Basically they were making fun of me, calling me stupid, saying that I didn’t understand anything they were talking about,” he said bitterly. He clenched his fists up on top of his knees glaring at the floor.

“But that isn’t true,” Kolivan finished for him. He nodded and closed his eyes against the rage that was building in him again. Just as quickly as it built, it fell and sadness grasped him instead.

“No it isn’t, in fact, it’s the exact opposite,” he said looking into Kolivan’s eyes. “Where I’m from, I’m considered a genius,”

“Is that so?” Kolivan drawled giving the young man a calm smile. Lance gave a small nod and looked forward.

“Yup,” he said popping the p at the end. “In Varadero, I was top of the class and ready to join the military there just like the rest of my family, but then the Galaxy Garrison found out about me and my skills as a tactician and programmer. They offered me a full ride scholarship and me and my family citizenship if I accepted, I mean how could I even think about refusing? I mean I don’t know how citizenship works in space, but I must have been somewhat important if they offered it to me,”
He couldn’t stay still anymore and leaped off the couch to pace in front of Kolivan who sat quietly to listen to the upset paladin. His face scrunched up a bit in confusion when Lance mentioned citizenship, but decided not to ask questions yet.

“So that’s what we did, I accepted the offer and started learning English which isn’t fucking easy. But that’s okay because we made it, and I had my family with me too which is something a lot of people can’t say,” he paused to take in a shaky breath and pushed his fingers into the bridge of his nose. He stood stiffly, letting himself take a few breaths before he continued.

“So the Garrison!” He cheered trying to perk himself up. “They offered to give me all of these things and in exchange, all I had to do was get a spaceship to Kerberos,” Kolivan quirked his eyebrow at the statement. “I know, easy right,” he said sarcastically.

“I thought the Green Paladin said that the mission that brought the Black Paladin here was the most advanced your planet has been with space exploration,” he said. Lance puffed up his chest and gave a smug little smile at the statement.

“Of course it was, that was why I was so important,” he started only to slump a moment after. “Well, I didn’t do it alone, of course, so I guess I’m not that important; never mind, we’re getting off topic,” he shook his head as if trying to dislodge the distracting thought.

“It is correct to assume that this Kerberos mission is important though?” Kolivan asked. Lance’s head whipped around to look at him with his mouth gaping.

“Yes! Its basically the only reason why I was at the Garrison in the first place, as I said before I was just going to join the military in Cuba with my family but this opportunity was to die for,” he stated, squeezing his eyes shut. He thought of the opportunities that opened up to them when they moved and sighed.

“Anyways, we went to America and next thing I know I’m at orientation for classes and I was going to just join the generic fields engineering, computer science, meteorology you know; but that morning before I went to go, my mamá sat me down and told me to find something that I would grow to love and I would never grow tired of. I was kind of confused because at this point I was so sure of my path, that I already had my class sheet filled up and ready to hand in at the end of the tour,” he thought of his mamá and the smile she gave him before he walked out that door. Looking like she already knew that he was going to have a great day.

“She was so adamant about it and I didn’t know why, I already knew what I liked and I was going to gain the key to my future as well, I thought she was crazy,” he admitted shaking his head and dropping to sit next to Kolivan again. He was about to open his mouth to comment but stopped when he saw the easy smile stretched across his face as he got lost in memory.

“That is until we visited the flight simulators; they walked us in and it was just the pod and blank space and suddenly it just got pitch black, we were all freaking out. But then, there was this big flash and there were stars everywhere and planets, galaxies and meteorites, just everything and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life,” he gave a breathless chuckle as he looked at Kolivan. “Then the sim started and I was just mesmerized; whoever was in that booth was dominating the front lines, no one could get close to them and I must have stood there for twenty doboshes with my mouth hanging open, watching them. But then, they turned off the sim so we could meet the pilot and ask questions about the classes and stuff; and after a few minutes out pops Shiro,”

“I didn’t realize that you met the Black Paladin so soon,” Kolivan commented. Instantly Lance shook his head and waved his hands around frantically.

“Met is a loose term! A very very loose term, I didn’t even speak to Shiro until we saved him in the desert before coming to space,” he said flustered. Kolivan only nodded his head and looked forward.

“I see,” he said coaxing Lance to continue his story.

“Well, anyways, Shiro got out to do a little talk about the classes, what a pilot in the Garrison does, and all about the missions he had already been on; and when he talked about piloting I could see in his eyes how much he loved it, and that’s when I knew that I wanted to fly and when I decided that Takashi Shirogane was my hero,” he admitted quietly rubbing the back of his neck. “I was right, I did love it, it was the one thing in my life so far that was actually difficult for me to learn, and I wasn’t good at it. I-I knew that I wasn’t but it didn’t matter because I loved it so much, it made me feel human sometimes,” His face was glowing with happiness, but as soon as it appeared it was gone again and the boy was looking dejectedly at the ground.

“I don’t know when Pidge and Hunk started thinking that I was stupid,” he said curling into himself. “I wasn’t around much during the first while of the Garrison, whatever free time I had I spent it with the other scientists working on the Kerberos mission. I guess it started when I used sneaking off into town as an excuse when they asked why I was gone for so long,” he let out a humourless laugh and felt his throat tighten. “Now that I think of it, it does sound like something an idiot would say,” Kolivan could see the paladin slowly breaking down beside him and scooted closer to offer some sort of comfort to the boy.

“Keith I understand, he hates me,” he muttered trying to blink away the tears that were forming in his eyes. “All he’s seen from me so far has been an empty-headed flirting mess,” He clenched his jaw tightly, he didn’t want to cry about this, and it was a dumb reason to. He curled his arms around himself and lifted his legs onto the couch.

“But Shiro, I thought he saw more to me than the others did, and it hurts but I guess I deserve it after getting him and his crew stuck in space,” he choked finally letting himself sink into the pain. Kolivan let out a quiet rumble and pulled the boy to his chest to rest underneath his chin. After a moment’s hesitation, Lance gripped onto Kolivan’s suit tightly and let out a sad wail. The galra continued to rub his back and let out comforting noises.

“It was okay at the Garrison because I had my family to talk to and they knew, but out here they all thought I was some clueless idiot,” he whispered to Kolivan listlessly. “I’m nothing without my brain, so what was I even worth to them?” Kolivan closed his eyes and cupped the back of Lance’s head to cuddle him closer.

“Lance, you are worth much more than you realize,” he said softly. “You are an exceptional pilot, a glorious marksman, and now we realize you are a genius. Your teammates are the ones that assumed you to be something you’re not, now they have to face the consequences of their actions, not you,”

Lance didn’t answer and only nodded his head from where it rested on Kolivan’s chest.


The team turned to the doors when they heard them hiss open. Kolivan’s face was blank but he had his hand on Lance’s shoulder. Lance smiled up at the galra and walked to his friends who immediately started apologizing.

“I’m so sorry Lance!” Hunk cried grabbing him by the shoulders and sniffing as tears poured down his face.

“I’m sorry too!” Pidge joined latching onto Lance’s legs when Hunk lifted him in a hug. Lance gave them a weak smile and patted Hunk gently on the arm when he started sobbing into his shirt.

“It’s okay guys, I forgive you,” he replied. “Can you please let me down now?” he asked kicking his feet around.

“Sorry!” Hunk wailed as he placed his feet on the floor. He wiped his eyes and nose and looked guilty down at the ground as Keith walked up to Lance.

“I’m sorry Lance,” he said sincerely. “You’re right, I’m a condescending jerk sometimes and I let it get out of hand,” he shifted from foot to foot and avoid looking at him. Lance let out a huff of laughter that made Keith’s head shoot up.

“I forgive you,” he said punching him lightly in the shoulder. Keith gave him a hesitant smile and stepped back when Shiro came forward. He had a sad frown on his face and his eyebrows were wrinkled in guilt.

“I failed you as a leader and as a friend Lance, I should have paid more attention to my teammates, I am so so sorry,” he said weakly, guilt evident in his voice. He tried to keep his eyes on Lance’s face but slowly found himself looking to the floor instead. He looked back up when he felt a hand on his shoulder and found Lance giving him a soft smile.

“We all have something we could work on, that doesn’t mean you failed us as a leader Shiro, I forgive you,” Shiro let out a breath of relief and put his hands on his knees.

“Shiro?” Lance’s voice asked hesitantly. He stood up and looked at the paladin.

“Yeah?”

“I know it wasn’t really my fault but I need to get it out, so I’m sorry I got you captured on Kerberos,” he announced. Shiro’s face scrunched up in confusion as he looked at Lance.

“Huh? But you didn’t have anything to do with Kerberos,” he said cocking his head. Lance twiddled his thumbs absentmindedly and scuffed his shoe on the ground.

“Actually, I planned the entire voyage and programmed the ship,” he admitted not looking up from where he was looking. There was a beat of silence before they let out various sounds of disbelief, Pidge grabbed him by the shoulders and madly shook him screaming.

“I never noticed your name in the reports,” Shiro said thinking back, trying to pick out names from the papers.

“Oh, I had the codename Cub,” he said. At that Pidge’s arms and mouth dropped in shock.

“You’re Cub?” She asked, he nodded and gave her a smile. “Oh my god, you’re the best hacker I’ve ever seen, I based all of my codes off of yours,” she admitted, still in shock.

“Wow, thanks!” He said scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“How the hell do you manage to pull this off?” Keith asked astonished. Lance looked around at his amazed teammate. They may not be the most perfect people in the world, but they were family to him. He put his hands on his hips and gave them a grin.

“Would you like to hear the whole story?”


Part 1