i particularly like the ending here

Out Cold

Prompt: Prompt if its alright-Lance with narcolepsy?- anon

I had so much fun writing this, so thanks so much for the prompt! This is a one-shot, and even though the ask didn’t specifically ask for klance… it ended up in here because, as I’ve said before, I have no self control. It took a bit of an unexpected turn, but hopefully the anon likes it? And other people do? As always, feedback is appreciated!

oh and @taylor-tut if you want to read it, of course


Lance’s entire life was full to the brim with close calls.

Granted, fighting a war against a corrupt alien empire will have its share of near-death experiences. But, oddly enough, another type of close call worried him more.

Lance didn’t particularly want to die if he could avoid it, but he’d honestly prefer that to his teammates finding out.

And he knew there was a chance they wouldn’t judge him for it, wouldn’t think it made him less of a paladin. After all, Hunk didn’t care in the slightest. But there was always the chance that they would.

Lance had always prided himself on being able to hide things. And it was even easier to hide things from the team than his enormous, nosy family. 

His ideas, insecurities, homesickness, bisexuality… he’d learned to bury these things deep down inside himself and try to ignore them.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think of Hulk the pit bull and the media portrayal of him and his breeders? Just curious

Oh boy. Alright, I think I may end up being attacked for this post, because I’ve seen that “Hulk” has quite a few huge following of supporters and I have seen that they that do not particularly like it when anyone criticizes the the dog’s breeders, but I will try my best here, I will try to tread lightly so please bare with me, thank you.

The fact is, “Hulk” is not a Pit Bull. And it would be best if we all stopped referring to him as such.

For anyone not familiar with “Hulk”, he is the record holding “World Largest Pit Bull” bred & owned by Dark Dynasty K9s. This is “Hulk”:

Let’s start with his breeders, Dark Dynasty K9s , who have probably never even seen a real APBT/Pit Bull, and wouldn’t know one if one bit them on the face.

I am not going to demonize DDK9 as dog owners, because I suppose from their photos and videos that they must love their dogs, but what DDK9 is doing as breeders is an entirely different story.

What DDK9 is doing is very irresponsible, unethical, greedy, actually, and even detrimental to the image of the real American Pit Bull Terrier and it’s potentially damaging to the millions of non-APBTs bully breeds that are falsely labeled as APBTs. And because of the size of “Hulk”, this could very well put mastiff-type breeds in the same boat as bully breeds. And “Hulk” is giving public the false impression that Pit Bulls are capable of reaching 100, 150, 175+lbs.

A lot of what DDK9 does as breeders raises countless red flags. The most immediate red flag is that they do not even know how to spell the breed of dog they are supposedly breeding. “Pitbulls”, really?

They advertise their dogs as “XL Pitbulls”, which are essentially just oversized American Bullies (or American Bully x mastiff-type mixes?).

DDK9 claims that “Hulk” and their dogs are registered with the American Dog Breeders Association (ADBA) (as well as the UKC).

However, the ADBA themselves denounced DDK9, stating that “Hulk” is not registered with the ADBA, which you can see from the screen shots below:

And as said by @thembulldawgs - Below is the pedigree of “Hulk”, and not a single APBT in sight. But we see there are plenty of American Bullies listed as being APBTs. Here is his pedigree including images of each dog.

In the pedigree of “Hulk”, you will see a “Razors Edge” dog listed by the name of “Razors Edge Payback is a Bomb” (shown below), highlighted in yellow, which is the ever so highly popular original American Bully line commonly (& falsely) referred to as Pit Bulls.

And, also “Eddington’s Wanna Be A Whopper” (shown below) with a controversial, sketchy history as either an American Bulldog or mixed breed falsely registered as an APBT in the UKC & ADBA, which you can read about here because I really do not want to delve into that.

Below are images meant illustrate the different sizes in this American Bully size chart, including the “Pocket”, “Classic”, ”Extreme”, “Standard”, and lastly the “XL” American Bully.

Because DDK9′s website does not include any of the important details about their breeding program, I decided maybe we should give them the benefit of the doubt…

And so I contacted DDK9 through email, asking them if their dogs undergo any health screenings and evaluations, what their standards are in breeding in terms of health and whether they aim to breed away from certain health issues using screening results to better their breeding program.

This is why it took me a while to get to your question, because I wanted to give DDK9 some time to respond to my email, and well it has been about four weeks now and I have not yet received a response. But if they ever do reply, I’ll be sure to post it.

DDK9 advertise their dogs as being “huge”, having “great wide chests” and that their dogs produce “monsters”. DDK9′s sole goal is to produce more of these massive, oversized American Bullies like “Hulk”, and I have just read that by breeding “Hulk” within their own kennel they are working towards breaking his current “record” as the world’s largest (fake) “Pitbull” at 175lbs with his offspring.

His pups may become XXL Pitbulls themselves when they grow up,” says americanbullydaily.com

I found that one of their breeding bitches in particular was bred twice within a year under the age of two. With how enormous these dogs are, it’s incredibly irresponsible and potentially harmful to be breeding them before they have had time to fully mature, not to mention it was at that bitch’s every heat. While this is just one example of premature breeding, surely this is a common practice at DDK9, especially considering their hurried efforts to prodce another record breaking” “Pitbull”. There is no way that DDK9 is breeding responsibly or with the health and welfare of their dogs in mind.

“Hulk” allegedly weighs 175 lbs, and is clearly overweight. Just look at this dog:

I actually wonder if his breeders have intentionally packed as much excess weight onto “Hulk” as possible, in effort to truly make him the “World’s Largest”? The poor dog is probably one wrong step or hop away from blowing a knee, and not to mention all the other health risks involved in canine obesity, especially a dog of such a massive size.

Below is an illustration highlighting the ADBA’s standard for the American Pit Bull Terrier:

The American Pit Bull Terrier’s UKC standard calls for dogs/bitches to weigh between 30 lbs and 60 lbs, and the ADBA calls for 30 lbs to 75 lbs, with 60 to 75 lbs being on the larger side which are few and far between compared to dogs/bitches of smaller sizes. The American Pit Bull Terriers is a small to mid-sized dog, an athletic breed with great physical ability.

To compare to the above photos of “Hulk”, here are some photos of real purebred APBTs:

( GR CH IV Latin Dream Kennels Beef / This Post of by @thembulldawgs )

( This Post by @apbt )

( Boudreaux’s Badger (ROM, POR) / This Post by @notapitbull )

Below, side-by-side examples of the difference between DDK9’s “XL Pitbull” (aka American Bully) and purebred American Pit Bull Terriers:

The General” is a grandsire to “Hulk”
( Borrowed from @notapibull & @thembulldawgs post here )

Examples of other APBTs, versus American Bullies:

( Borrowed from The Real APBT )

Examples of American Staffordshire Terrier (AST), American Pit Bull Terrier (APBT), Staffordshire Bull Terrier (SBT) & American Bully:

And @notapitbull has an entire tag dedicated to examples of purebred American Pit Bull Terriers here

Another huge red flag about Dark Dynasty K9 is that they “train” their “XL Pitbulls” in “protection”, in their own backyard (I cannot seem to find their credentials in this area, or any titles their dogs have earned).

DDK9 allows all of their dogs to freely socialize / interact with one another, even sometimes including clients’ dogs that are boarded at their kennel / farm.

According to americanbullydaily.com, “Additionally, he [Marlon Grennan, breeder] does not believe in separating each dog whether they are in training or not. By removing any fences, physical restrictions and barriers the dogs train and live together as a pack that teaches them how to socialize with other.

Real American Pit Bull Terriers / Pit Bulls more often than not are known for exhibiting at least some degree of dog & animal aggression, and with real APBTs it would be next to impossible for a dozen Pit Bulls to socialize, interact and roam freely without a fight breaking out. These are not Pit Bulls. And I am understating.

The media hype surrounding “Hulk” has only helped in giving his breeders more reason to charge tens of thousands to half a million by exploiting “Hulk” for stud services and his “XL Pitbull” puppies.

When the media surrounds anything canine related, it makes me terribly nervous, especially when it’s about Pit Bulls, because it tends to be more harmful than anything. When a dog bites, it’s the family’s once harmless “pibble” mix, or in the case of “Hulk”, it’s misrepresenting an entire breed and giving the public a false impression of what a Pit Bull really is.

According to www.peoplemagazine.co.za:The gentle giant is a doting father to his puppies and is even allowed to play with the couple’s three-year-old son. “Hulk has shown the world that when this breed is gentle and balanced, they can be the greatest dogs in the world,” said Grennan.”

No, instead what “Hulk” and his breeders have done for the APBT breed is that they have given the public an altered and damaging perception of the American Pit Bull Terrier as a breed.

A lot of rescue organizations that specializes in bully breeds, have even spoken out against “Hulk” and what his breeders are doing, and have called for the media to stop portraying “Hulk” and his breeders in a positive light.

By continuing to misrepresent dogs like “Hulk” as Pit Bulls, it is seriously damaging to the APBT breed, bully breeds, and to non-APBTs dogs, and just dogs in general, especially when these same non-APBT dogs are involved in dog attacks or are impounded at city pounds / animal shelters. And because of the appearance of “Hulk”, this could be potentially detrimental to Mastiff breeds such as the Cane Corso, Presa Canario, and other similar looking breeds that may find themselves in a dog attack or shelter and are mislabeled as Pit Bulls.

So, end point: “Hulk” is NOT a Pit Bull, so please stop calling him one!

Actually, it would be best if we stopped calling ALL non-pedigree bully breeds/mutts Pit Bulls.

Below are some more articles about “Hulk”

I really tried my best here, but if any others would like to chime in? @notapitbull @thembulldawgs

Tied 

Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)


 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 


 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. “Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying ‘sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.

***

“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”

***

The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.

***

I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

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Anon: Can you please do one where lance is self-doubting and staying up really late and training? Like he gets really sick from not sleeping. Like can’t keep anything down sick. It’s okay if you don’t want to do or you already did this already. Please and thank you!

Anon: Maybe something where Lance is getting berrated (idk why) and Keith comes to his defense like in intensness or something.

A/N: When I started writing this, I didn’t intend for it to be so dark. Hot damn. Deep shit ahead. Also, I’m horrible at pet-names. I tried to write from 3rd person Keith instead of omniscient so here we go ᕕ(ツ)ᕗ

It was a particularly depressing mission.

The Blue Paladin had to make a near-impossible choice. Surrender Voltron, or surrender a resource-heavy planet and all its inhabitants. Death wasn’t mentioned in either scenario, but it was very heavily implied. In the end, Lance made the choice to save Voltron on the basis that they would save many many other planets by defeating Zarkon in the long run.

But that didn’t mean a whole planet’s worth of deaths wasn’t weighing on his soul.

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Sirius Black Headcannon:

-so Sirius finally becomes an animagus, but against popular belief he was actually the last marauder to achieve this so when he finally turns he’s so excited!! 

-running around the grounds as a dog because he’s never felt so free, when suddenly some little girl screams “ITS THE GRIM!” and people start running left right and center, and one kid is scared senseless and is just crying

-so padfoot just slowly approaches, and bows his head, and very cautiously, the kid strokes his head.

-the kid tells everyone that they shouldn’t be scared of the Grim, and slowly but surely he becomes known for something much more;;;

-whenever a kid is homesick, or bullied, or even just lonely, the Grim will find them and be their friend for a time. Sometimes they sit and stroke him, sometimes he nuzzles them, sometimes they run about and play catch, and sometimes they just sit by the fire, but he’s always there for them - it’s as if he has a way to tell when someone’s alone. 

-and then one time Remus has a particularly bad moon,and Sirius ends up hurt, in the hospital wing, and everyone expects the grim to go an help him, but of course no one does. 

-then one day, nervous as ever, that first little kid sticks their head around the curtain and says hello

-and sirius is like why are you here little one?

-and the kid is like “I thought maybe the grim wasn’t here because it thought you were brave? Even brave people need help sometimes.”

Box of Puppies

Prompt:  ooh ooh, maybe prinxiety where roman discovers that virgil is scared of dogs? like virgil KNOWS that this tiny little puppy isn’t going to hurt him but all he can think about still are it’s claws and fangs and what about allergies or ticks or- and roman calms him down and helps him? - anon

Pairing: Prinxiety (can be platonic or romantic)

Notes: Anon, I took a slightly different approach to the why of Virgil’s fear, but I hope you enjoy anyway :) 
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He was expecting the disagreement. That was sort of Anxiety’s thing: Roman would make a (fabulous) suggestion, Logic would make sure it was realistically feasible, Patton would praise him and start fluffing things up with cutesy additions of his own–and Virgil would come in and rain on everyone’s parade by pointing out all the flaws. That was the standard. It was how they worked

But when Roman suggested they make a video of each of them reacting to a box of puppies (what? it was a thing!), Anxiety hadn’t rolled his eyes or called them all saps or complained the whole idea was cliche. Instead, his eyes had widened a little, and there had been a subtle increase in the pallor of his skin. He’d cleared his throat awkwardly and mumbled something about ‘fine, whatever,’ and then he’d disappeared, sinking out of Thomas’s apartment before anyone could react. 

Roman blinked, then looked at the others, finding that the expressions on their faces mirrored the confusion he felt. 

“What on earth was that all about?” Thomas asked. 

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A Little Dream

Summary: AU. What happens when a dream changes your reality?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,778

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, mentions of cheating

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so sorry I’ve been off the radar for over a month now. I got wrapped up in some personal stuff + had really bad writer’s block. I hope you guys still enjoy my writing! This is my submission for @jurassicbarnes‘s One Year Blog Anniversary Challenge. My prompt was 27: “You don’t remember last night at all, do you?” Inspired by the song “Dream a Little Dream of Me.”

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm a curious anon who wants to be not ignorant on asexuality cause i gotta be a good ally, so i was wondering if you could explain it? sometimes i get confused like, they say asexual people also have sex but i thought that would negate asexuality? also how do you know you're asexual, how do you know the difference between romantic attraction and sexual attraction? sorry if i'm asking a lot of questions i just wanna be Educated™

hey there, sunshine!!! OK, let me explain EVERYTHING. 

hmmm.

so, asexuality is when a person does not feel sexual attraction to other people. sexual attraction is - this is kind of hard for me, as I’m ace myself, to explain it without it sounding a bit weird, maybe?! - but it’s the feeling of looking at someone and being turned on by them, I guess? the feeling of looking at them and wanting to have sex with them, and feeling aroused by the idea of having sex with them. this is something that asexual people do not feel.

this is separate from feelings of romantic attraction, which is not to do with sex and all to do with intimacy of heart - and how you express that romantic intimacy varies from person to person. for a lot of people, it involves stuff like kissing and holding hands and going on dates and flowers and stuff. pretty much, if it’s your heart going !!!!!! then it’s romantic, and if it’s your down-there lair going !!!!!!!!, then that’s sexual.

asexuality, like many sexualities, is not an absolute: it’s a spectrum! the spectrum of asexuality includes - but is not limited to - demisexuality (being attracted to someone only after a strong emotional bond has been formed with them), grey-asexuality (feeling sexual attraction to other people very rarely, or very weakly, or a combination of both), and asexuality itself, which is simply never feeling sexual attraction.

as for the question about sex negating asexuality, there are many reasons an asexual person might have sex:

  • to experience physical intimacy with someone they care about a lot, even if they are not sexually attracted to them
  • because they know their partner enjoys it, and they get enjoyment out of pleasing their partner
  • because not feeling sexual attraction doesn’t mean not feeling sexual arousal. you can be asexual but still want to have sex, it’s just that you’re not able to find someone you particularly want to have sex with. I’ve seen an analogy that goes like this: you know that feeling where you’re hungry, and you open the cupboard, and everything you see you’re like… nah… but you’re still hungry? yeah, that. eventually you might end up eating something that you don’t feel especially drawn to, just because you’re hungry.
  • because sex can be really fun! even if you’re not attracted to your partner, sex can be enjoyable (and I am speaking from experience here)
  • to have kids! some asexual people want to raise a family.
  • on a less positive note, society kind of demands sex of people. it’s seen as a young person’s rite of passage, as the cementing of romantic feelings, as a given in any long-term relationship. it’s something that friends bond over, their sex stories; it’s part of drinking games, it’s often part of TV and books and movies, it’s a whole world that demands to be understood or else you risk feeling like - and being treated like - a child. asexual people may feel pressured to have sex, even when not wanting to, just to fit in. this is a not-cool reason.

that is absolutely not an exhaustive list but hopefully it gives you some idea of some reasons why ace people might have sex! still very much asexual before, during, and after.

lastly, you ask how people know they’re asexual… this one is kind of hard to answer. personally, I figured it out pretty late. I’d always assumed that everyone was kind of deciding to be attracted to people, like I was, and it was only after some revealing conversations with friends that I realised - no, most people don’t have to try to force attraction with decisions, it just happens naturally. 

often, the Realisation Process begins with doing a little bit of reading and recognising yourself in the things you’re learning! if you want to know more, I seriously recommend AVEN - click here! - a website which has a crap ton of info!! thank you for your question, I appreciate you wanting to learn and be a good ally - it makes all the difference to have educated, accepting allies out there in the big wide world. you’re wonderful, and hope I helped! <3

Okay….. I am tired of seeing one-dimensional characterizations of Belarus and I know that happens with all characters to some extent, but it is particularly bad with her. So here are some cool facts I found about Belarus that make her a more round character:

-she is really into the occult and is a great fortune teller

-she can see ghosts but Latvia says she’s so intimidating even ghosts would avoid her

-she may or may not speak Polish

-she zones out all the time. Her mind will just go blank and she’ll stare at something (like her bow) for hours on end. One time she watched white noise on tv for three hours. Occasionally she’ll have a jolt realization that the day has ended and night came without her noticing

-she is very strong, both physically and of heart and will, though the latter only shines through in negative ways

-she’s “extremely vulgar” in the calmest, most casual tone of voice

-she’s been into rock music lately

-she’s a good acrobat. Her gymnasium is her pride

-America took her in after the Soviet Union collapsed and she thought only bad things came from associating with Russia

-Russia values her opinion and /they can get along peacefully/. Belarus is pretty attached to Ukraine. Ukraine worries about her

-she has an EXTREMELY negative view of humans

-she thinks philosophically about death, specifically her own, a lot. Since she knows she will die eventually, she tries to appreciate the moment

-she loves her traditional clothing

-she is perpetually annoyed by American ghosts, who apparently don’t even bother hiding, like a normal ghost would

-she prank calls Lithuania. And you know that thing where someone calls you and doesn’t say anything, they just breathe into the phone? She does that to Poland

-when she lived with America she completely sapped that guy of all his endless energy; she made him so tired he started trying to get rid of her

soul-rin-natsu  asked:

Can you recommend any klance fics?.

I can definitely recommend lots of klance fics. As in, lots lots. I am not completely sure what you are looking for/what you have already read though, so I’m just gonna list some of my favorite authors with some of my favorite fics. 

Quick additional info: there are no explicit fics on here, though some are rated mature. All of the stories have klance as their only ship but since I intended this to be author recs rather than fic recs, I will mention what kinds of other ships appear in other fics. 

Now then, here you go, in no particular order:

manamune

- Crossroads (106k): not quite canon verse, not quite AU - check the summary

- Plunged (6k): canon verse, Lance teaches Keith how to swim

Roommates (6k): modern AU, Artist!Keith, Photographer!Lance, exactly what the title says

This author’s writing is amazingly smooth and I particularly enjoy their Keith. Crossroads was my favorite fic for a long, long time until I found some others that were just as good :D [this author also wrote some nsfw and sheith]

magisterpavus 

- He Who Fights Monsters (65k): AU, there are dragons

This author has a style of writing that makes you forget that time exists. Like, you read their stories, look up 2 hours later and go “what the hell I only just started reading 5 minutes ago”. Their fics are pretty action-heavy but the romance part never falls short. [they wrote a lot of nsfw, their newest fic is shklance]

mackerelmademedoit

- Entangled (102k): canon verse, Keith and Lance get mind-melded

- Right-hand Man (4k): canon verse, Keith approaches Lance after the end of season 2 to talk about their roles from now on

Amazing characterizations here. I particularly enjoyed the OS because it seemed like something that genuinely could happen like this in canon… sadly I don’t think it will, but one can dream, right :’D Also amazing art! [they wrote some nsfw]

redburn

- it had to be you (9k): modern AU, Keith and Lance are professors, lots of flirting

- Echoes In Your Mind (7k): canon verse, Keith is turning Galra

- let the whole world know (4k): modern AU, soulmates AU

I honestly don’t know why I like this author so much? Probably because they can squeeze an entire story into less than 10k words, complete with character development and appearances from friends etc. I liked many more of their OS but there are just so many, you should check it out for yourself. [they wrote some nsfw and shallura]

varelsen

- Not That Bad (68k): modern AU, socially anxious!Keith, lots and lots of fluff

- just like that (10k): canon verse, Lance struggles with his crush on Keith

this author just? makes reading feel so good? so relaxing?? Their style is focused on conveying emotions and flows really nicely, I strongly recommend to give it a try. [their newest story is nsfw and includes lancelot]

battleshidge (Amiria_Raven)

- Drive Me Crazy (8k): modern AU, lots of flirting and stupid pick-up lines

- Next Level (33k; WIP): modern AU, online gaming, they know each other but they don’t know that they know each other

The style of writing is really, really good and I love how everyone’s friendships get portrayed. The author is also pretty good at writing conflicted emotions. [they wrote some shallura and shidge]

aknightley

- it’s all in my head (8k): canon verse, mind meld

This author is super good with emotions. You always end up feeling what the characters are feeling and I’d definitely recommend going through their other fics as well - once again, there are just so many that I won’t list them all. [they wrote some nsfw and shallura]

lemoninagin

- You Can Fog Up My Windows Anytime (3k): modern AU, all the awkward flirting

Another author that has a fantastic style of writing and portrays the characters really well. Also another author that wrote so many good things that I can’t possibly put them all on here. [they wrote some nsfw, sheith, shklance, shallura- lots of stuff, check the tags]

MilkTeaMiku

- Moonset Deep (50k, WIP): mermaid AU, lance is the mermaid

- The Quiet (40k, WIP): ghost AU, lance is the ghost

- 7 Days Series (pt 1 - 30k, pt 2 - 30k, pt 3 - 4k): canon verse, lance/keith get turned into babies

Amazing writing, plot-orientated. Don’t let that fool you though, the emotions never fall short. [they wrote some shallura, shance and other ships - also their fics aren’t rated. the ones listed are entirely sfw]

Zizzani

- Drive It Like You Mean It (94k): modern AU, street racing AU, it gets pretty intense later

This writer has a really fluent and nice style of writing and they somehow manage to easily let lots of characters interact. Everyone feels extremely in character and nothing feels forced. Also I know nothing about cars and yet their fics belong to my favorites, so give it a try. [they wrote some shallura]

shipstiel

- Of Don Juan And Elvis (3k): modern AU, soulmate AU

- Barbie Girl (2k): modern AU, soulmate AU, continuation

I’m not sure whether it’s just me but no matter what fic of them I read, they always feel– soft. Easy. Something good for in-between. One of their fics (not the ones listed here) has some pretty heavy topics in it and yet I still feel like that. [they wrote some shallura]

Gigapoodle

- A Moment in the Snow (3k): canon verse, Galra!Keith, snowball fights, fluff

- Carpe Diems and Chrysanthemums (14k): modern AU, hanahaki disease, trans Lance, angst with a happy ending

- A Quarter Past Midnight (14k): canon verse, trans Keith, angst with a happy ending

This author is amazing at writing angst. It just always hits you right in the feels. Like damn. I adore their writing so much but ho boy I was too scared to click the one Chara Death fic they wrote. I couldn’t do that to myself, the two longer OS that I listed here already gave me enough feelings. [they wrote some shallura]

Trashness 

- Nightmares (15k): canon verse, sleeping together, as in snuggling, fluff

- Costumed Identities (42k): modern AU, cosplay AU, they know each other but they don’t know they know each other

This author writes Keith’s and Lance’s interactions really nicely. They also never fail to make me smile/laugh with their fics, they are all really cute!! Lots of light heartened stuff here.

SKayLanphear

- Running Flat (11k): canon verse, thought sharing, lance is trying to figure out who has the crush on him

- A Commutal Contract (24k, WIP): canon verse, bed sharing

I really really really enjoy this author’s Lance!! He feels incredibly in character and I swear I can see him act in canon just like he does in the fics. Their style of writing is fluent, nice and adapts really well to the situation.


[I also really enjoy witty_name’s and freshia’s fics, both of whom usually put background shallura into their fics though so I couldn’t list them here]


Aaaand that’s it for now! :D If you have a specific length/specific topics/specific ratings in mind for what you want to read, feel free to send another message!! You can also visit the fic rec tag on my blog, maybe you’ll find something else there.

/EDIT: now there is a part two with some other of my favorite fics

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For the bittersamgirlclubTop 5 Challenge: Top 5 Most Heartbreaking Sam Moments. Well, thanks to the BSGC for this cruel and unusual prompt. If you’re interested in my thoughts on these five horrible moments then by all means, read on…

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riverdale 201 meta

no one asked me but i’ve got Thoughts so i’m making the post anyway, because it’s been a long time since i’ve done a chunky meta and this is what i’m really here for, SO

all the world’s a stage

first of all, acting was fairly strong all around, strong chemistry, and bughead was particularly excellent in terms of continuing their pattern of healthy communication, even when that leads to uncomfortable truths.

diving into it, i could see the effect of the step they took in their relationship and the change that admitting love had, particularly on jug, all grins and teasing and breathing some much needed light of love into the character

[x]

not just because it was such a spot of happiness amongst the heaviness of jug’s earlier arcs and this episode’s drama

but also because the bigger they are the harder they fall—

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Stupid Sparks

AN: After watching supergirl I couldn’t get this out of my head. This is separate from my Supermom series.

Words: 1323


            There are super villains out there who would beg for this moment; to have Supergirl at their mercy, begging for their help. You however, you would do anything to be about a thousand miles away from her at this moment. You love Kara, you really do. She’s your best friend, and you’d do anything for her. Well… almost anything. “I don’t do blind dates.”

        “Please Y/N. Please. He’s distraught about the breakup. And he needs to get back out there, and you…”

        “What about me?”

        She winces, “Well, you haven’t been out on a date in over a year.”

        You frown, “I’ve been busy. I got that promotion at work, and you know Lew is an attention hog.”

        Kara’s face goes into a deadpan, “He’s a dog.”

        “He’s my baby,” You defend.

        You pause the conversation as the waitress brings your food. When she’s gone you ask, “What about Alex? She hasn’t dated in a while.”

        Kara just shakes her head, “Clark and Alex don’t really get along. It’s a tug of war situation.”

        “Blood vs. Nurture?”

        She just nods, “Yeah, pretty much. Anyways, please. For me.”

        Taking a deep breath, you lean back into your chair and stare at your best friend. You’d known Kara since you were eighteen. You’d been college roommates for four years, and another two after that. She knew your every secret, just like you knew hers. You’d known about her powers since she had shielded you in a car crash three months into sophomore year.

        “I won’t deal with mopey, and if he talks about how great Lois Lane is, I am out of there, and you’ll owe me breakfast for a year.”

        Kara just squeals, “Thank you, thank you so much. It’ll be fun, I promise. James and I will be there with you two, the entire time.”

        You just sigh, “A double date, a blind date, and first date all rolled up in one. You owe me big time.”

        She just smiles and says, “I really do.”

        Three days later you find yourself nervously waiting in a restaurant next to Kara. You’d never been the best at dating. You’d always found it awkward, trying to determine if you’re compatible with someone through a conversation. Looking for some sort of spark. To do so while your very in love best friend and her boyfriend made goo goo eyes at each other, was going to make it even worse.

        You’re midway through thinking up an excuse when Kara squeals. It’s high-pitched, and you’re nearly convinced she’s broken your eardrum, when she bolts out of her seat, and launches herself across the restaurant, and into the arms of a man you’d only seen in pictures.

Clark Kent was a good looking man. There was no denying that fact.

        And from what you’d heard he was a really good guy. Dedicated. Loyal. Protective. Just like your dog. Sitting up a bit straighter in your seat you watch as Kara moves from Clark to James. You can’t help but smile as they make dopey in love eyes at each other before finally kissing.

        As the kiss grows into something more you turn away, feeling as though you’d intruded on a private moment.

        “I’m torn between being incredibly happy for Kara, or ripping Jimmy’s arms off for sticking his tongue down my baby cousin’s throat.”

        Turning to face the voice, you stare at one Clark Kent. He’s taller than you thought, and as he slides into the seat across from you, you can’t help but beat back a blush.

        Clearing your throat, you ask, “Isn’t she technically older than you?”

        He smiles and shrugs, “Details.”

        Glancing back at them you wince, they’re mid make out session. “I shouldn’t turn around should I?”

        You smile at him, “Not if you want James to keep his arms.”

        Clark just smiles back at you, “I’m starting to think we should leave them alone.”

        You smile, “They haven’t seen each other in over a week, that might be smart.”

        “Is there another way out of here?”

        You just smile and say, “Follow me.”

        You end up on the street outside of the restaurant. “So, what’s good to eat around here.”

        You smile, “That depends, are you picky?”

        “Not particularly. With how much I have to eat, I like to keep my options open.”

        “Mongolian BBQ?”

        “That sounds amazing.”

        You end up at a local place you know. It’s small, and more intimate that you would have liked, but the food is simply amazing. Somewhat surprisingly, you end up having a good time.

        “So what kind of dog is he?”

        You swallow your bite of food first. “He’s a Goldendoodle. He’s three years old, and he’s my baby. Sorry, that sounds weird.”

        Clark just smiles, “Not at all. I’m the same way with Krypto.”

        “Krypto?”

        “Krypton’s equivalent to a dog. Basically, he’s Superdog.”

        You smirk, “Does he go around and save the animal kingdom?”

        Clark smirks right back, “Only if he wants a treat.”

        You can’t help but laugh. After the laughter dies down, you admit, “I’m having a much better time than I thought I would.”

        Clark leans back in his chair, “Let me guess, Kara made me sound all pathetic.”

        You shrug, “Maybe, a little.”

        He smiles, “I’m going to contribute that to concern. Lois and I both knew it was ending. We’ve been off and on for years, and she ended up getting an amazing job offer, and we both agreed that it was too good to pass up.”

        Your smile fades a bit, “Why didn’t you go with her?”

        “Metropolis needs me.”

        “That’s a lonely way to live. Putting an entire city of people before yourself. Ending a relationship that you were in for so long.”

        His face goes serious for a minute. “Not exactly. I think, that if it were true love, and she was truly the one, I would have been willing to follow her. Or at the very least, ask her to stay. I loved Lois, some part of me still does. But I don’t think I’ve been in love with her for a while now.”

        After a moment of silence, he clears his throat, “Sorry. The mopey reflection of my ex is now over.”

        You smile, “No. It’s okay.”

        Clark insists on paying for the food. You insist on at least leaving the tip. You’ve just stepped onto the street when your phone starts to ring. Shooting an apologetic smile at Clark, you pick up.

        “He can’t come back to my place.”

        Your brow knits together for a minute, before you’re able to identify the voice. “Kara?”

        “Yes. Look Clark was supposed to stay at my place while he was in town, but James is here, and we’re…”

        “I don’t need details.” You glance at Clark, who’s grimacing, “And neither does your cousin.” Clark throws you a grateful smile.

        “Can he stay with you? In your guest bedroom?”

        You glance at Clark, and have to hold back a smile. His cheeks have gone a bit red, and he looks more than a little embarrassed. “Sure Kara.”

        “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll pick him up in the morning.”

        “Sure thing.”

        Pressing the end button, you simply shrug and say, “Looks like you’ll be staying with me.”

        He clears his throat, “Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out, and I could always get a hotel.”

        “It’s fine, honest. Just a warning though, Lew likes to give kisses. Especially when waking people up early in the morning.”

        Clark just laughs, and then holds out his arm. The gesture stuns you for a minute, before you hesitantly take it. The night has been more along the lines of hanging out than a date. You’d slipped into casual mode without even realizing it.

        But as you take his arm, and Clark places his hand on top of yours, you feel those stupid, wonderful, sparks.

anonymous asked:

'me and daf analysed all of yousef's dialogue last friday and we found out so many new things that just do not add up at all' what things??? I'm curious,please share,Faiza!!

Not really a question: But i feel you with the suspicion on Yousefs story about Even, something doesn’t seem right with how he is describing Mikael and what we have seen from Mikael as of now!!!! Maybe im reaching but i need answers!!!

faiza! hello! please elaborate on the inconsistencies in mikael’s behavior & yousef’s story because i am seeing a ton but feel like i’m going cray because everyone’s talking about the even part and no one’s talking about these! (i really hope they’re not slips in the writing tho lol.)

Hi, Anon!

So, I’ve gotten 3 asks in one go, and me and Daf - @josteninski - are on IM right now, and Daf is literally telling me, “Faiza. Do it.” … So, here we go. 

Me and Daf were on the phone yesterday for like … 3 whole hours? about this. But, urm, yeah, Yousef’s choice of words, and dialogues last Friday. Something’s not adding up.

So 3 lines we focused on were these, particularly the bold bits:

  • You know Even? The guy we used to hang with? I think he’s gay.. Because he tried to kiss Mikael and Mikael is really religious, so he totally flipped out and was really out of it. So it turned into.. Even like trying to cure himself by reading the Quran. And it ended up with him posting different verses from the Quran where it said like.. gay people go to hell. You know he.. tried to kill himself? So I just feel like Islam.. Or religion in general.. Just creates a lot of anxiety in people
  • Sorry, I don’t know. I personally feel like I’ve taken the best of the religion and thrown away the rest.
  • If religion is so good, why does it split society?

And now I want you to focus on Mikael, who “was religious”.

  • Mikael drinks.
  • Mikael wears nail polish.
  • Mikael who is completely okay with being physically affectionate with the boys in the balloon squad, even out open in public.
  • Mikael who talks about polygamy.
  • Mikael who has on a couple of occasions, used sign language.
  • Mikael who still has Even’s phone number.

So, Yousef starts off by saying to Sana, “You know Even? The guy we used to hang out with?” … like, if The Balloon Squad used to hang out at Sana’s place, then … of course, Sana would know Even! She wouldn’t forget Even, she wouldn’t need reminding of Even being “the guy we used to hang out with” … which seems a bit … distant? For Yousef to call Even “the guy we used to hang out with”, because I’m pretty certain he was a lot more than just “a guy they used to hang out with”, they were all friends, part of a circle. Notice how Even called The Balloon Squad, “the boys”, when he asked Sana, “how are the boys”, and Yousef calls Even, “the guy we used to hang out with” … like Even holds them so dear to him, but Yousef seems so distant in calling Even a friend, or a part of them, and instead calls Even “the guy we used to hang out with” … something seems … odd about that.

Then, Yousef says, “I think he’s gay.” He thinks? So, the boys still don’t know about Even’s multiple gender attraction? Yousef “thinks” Even’s “gay”, so … Yousef is assuming here. Yousef is assuming that Even might be gay.

Which then leads onto the next big, perhaps the BIGGEST, most IMPORTANT word in this entire dialogue: “it turned into …. Even like, trying to /cure/ himself.” Notice how, based off this assumption that Yousef’s had that he thinks Even might be gay, Yousef is narrating THE ENTIRE STORY from the point of view OF HIS ASSUMPTION. Not Mikael’s assumption or POV, but YOUSEF’S OWN POV. That Yousef assuming Even might be gay “turned into” Even trying to “cure” himself by reading the Qur’aan. Yousef himself makes these links here, that … well, I think if Even is gay then that must have resulted in him trying to make himself better by reading the Qur’aan. 

Which, to be honest … is that true? Can he really speak for Even here? What if Even wasn’t trying to “cure” himself. What if Even GENUINELY wanted to read the Qur’aan, to gain some understanding? To feel closer to Mikael and the boys? What if Even just wanted to do that for reasons that may not be for “curing” himself? How can Yousef just … ASSUME all these things?, as he again, ASSUMES, when he says “so it ended up with him”. It’s basically Yousef trying to add all the pieces up here from what HE’S seen FROM HIS point of view.

Do you see where I’m going with this? It’s ALL based off, of HIS point of view.

And what is Yousef’s point of view, right now, on religion: that he DOESN’T believe in a religion. He doesn’t BELIEVE in Allah. 

Because “Islam, or religion in general, just creates a lot of anxiety in people”. People? Is he talking about Even here, or somebody else too? “People”,not just 1 person, i.e, Even, who this story is about, but people, more than one person. He means himself. He is the 2nd person here, making “person, into people”.

Do you see the projection here, Yousef is placing into this story? There are little bits, where he is inserting himself into the story, because it’s ALL BASED on what HE believes.

So, of COURSE, when Yousef pauses in between when he says “So it turned into […] Even, like, trying to cure himself”, Yousef is trying to find the best word to fit in and describe the situation, but he ultimately will only, and can only, describe the situation from HIS point of view. And so, keeping that in mind, it’s astonishing (but is it really), that the word that comes into Yousef’s mind to best fit and describe the situation is “cure”. Yousef could have just as easily have said “read”, but no, he used the word “cure”. Again, Yousef is projecting, and inserting himself into the narrative. Because, ultimately, what happened? Yousef became so anxious, that Yousef’s cure to the anxiety was to “take the best parts of the religion, and throw the rest away”, and that’s EXACTLY what “curing” means … curing means to get rid off the negative, and keep and improve on the positive. So, why project that onto Even for, then? 

And also, denouncing your faith. Denouncing your faith, is a HUGE HUGE deal. It’s not something that just happens overnight, or something you do based off of ONE event, especially if you’ve been born and raised within a practising, religious household. So, Yousef MUST have been thinking about this for a very, VERY long time, to the point where he must have been in a conflict of his OWN about religion vs no religion, and him literally trying to see what all the good bits about religion are, against what all the not good bits about religion are. Yousef in HIMSELF was trying to find a cure for HIS anxiety about this whole issue, and I feel like whatever happened with Even, was the final straw, the last nail in the coffin, that thing that sealed the deal for him, that, yeah … i can’t be doing this anymore. 

There is SO much projection here of Yousef, and of HIMSELF and HIS experiences and HIS POINT OF VIEW, that shapes the ENTIRE narrative of the story based on how HE saw it, based on HIS agnostic/atheistic non religious beliefs. So, of COURSE, Yousef would find the word “cure” to be the fitting one here, for him to think it is the best word to explain the situation as to why this made Even do this thing which then made Even do that thing.

But, again, how can he just speak for Even, like that? How does he KNOW? 

And then, perhaps, comes the most contradictory statement from Yousef from the entire night. So, all this time, Yousef’s been saying “he’s take the best part out of religion”, so he agrees, that religion does indeed have some good parts to it, but then, he says “if religion is so good” … which, doesn’t make sense? Because only a while ago, you just said that religion in fact is so good, in fact, the best, in certain key parts, so much so, that you decided to take those parts, which you agreed were in the religion, and implemented them into your life. So now, why all of a sudden, is he saying this, religion isn’t all that good? That religion isn’t so good.

And then there’s that battle 2015 pic …. why “battle” … if both Yousef and Even were friends, or “guys that used to hang out with each other”, why battle over something for?

And then, if we go back to the words Yousef uses, “then then turned into,” “it ended up with” … so what happened in between the points “A to B, from where things turned”? And so if something “ended up” with something happening, then what about the “start and middle” of those things? And how long before or after did the suicide attempt happen? 

So, in short, what else is there that we are not being told? Because we, for SURE, are not being told the full story at all.

Because, I see Mikael now, and …………. I just … cannot understand how he went from, as YOUSEF described, “being TOTALLY freaked out and distant”, to becoming a guy wearing nail polish, who, if he was so insensitive, is shown to be repeatedly using sign language, and still having the phone number of his best friend who made a pass at him that he then “freaked out” from and “became distant” to, whilst going from being so religion, to now drinking openly? To going from being so “freaked out”, to now being completely fine in being openly affection with boys in public, on the road! 

So … where/how/when did THAT happen?

There’s … stuff, not adding up here. Stuff, we’re very clearly not being told here.

alforan headcannon (you asked yeah?)

(submitted by @takashirogone​)

Some shitty alforan hc ;)

  • Basically Alfor is there like ‘Coran no!’ and Coran’s there just ‘Coran yes!’
  • Honestly Coran was such a rebel. He always was, it’s just since he’s with Alfor he mostly gets away with it. Alfor is Done.
  • Coran rambles a lot about the things he likes and knows, explaining the history of different places and 101 uses for nunvil, stuff like that. Alfor doesn’t always understand what he’s saying (though he tries) but he loves listening to Coran talk, see the excitement in his eyes and how he gestures with his hands
  • But when Alfor actually knows about the topic they’ll often get into deep debates. About anything. Coran gets very obviously passionate and angry, as does Alfor but he’s a King and knows how to keep a cool head even when his blood is boiling. It infuriates Coran. Even worse when Alfor gets super passive aggressive.
  • They had a lot of petty arguments, particularly when they were younger, but they could always put it aside when something important came up. It never changed how they felt about each other.
  • Alfor has some tough days ruling a kingdom and being a King, looked to for decisions and so much, and at the end of such days Coran is always there to treat him like an actual person. Alfor can let his guard down and just be with someone who genuinely knows him, flaws and all, and his still here.
Blue lion's home (contd.)

Since the other one blew up (at least on my standards) I may as well add the other jazz I was thinking about,,

Kk so if you haven’t read the other one you can probably find it or just read this summaryish thing here

So this is going along the “Keith is the new black paladin” jazz so yyup. Kk so one night Keith and Lance get in a BAD fight and it ends up in lance packing up and leaving in the blue lion because he’s just had enough. The lion takes Lance to a water planet (Lance doesn’t know why but goes along w/ it). They dive into the sea and enter a cave, to where Lance later discovers that that colony and planet is where he blue lion was created, and he meets the king of the planet soon after (he’s basically worshiped for being the “keeper of the lion”). Lance tells the king about why he was there, his fight with the paladin in charge, and how the blue lion just brought him there. In return the king tells him about the previous paladin and how she was born there, how she would often get overcome with negative emotions due to voltron, and would try to escape through the blue lion, resulting in the lion taking her to the planet. He then explained how one day the blue lion had instinctively returned and all they found was the paladin’s corpse in the pilot seat, the cause of death beings suicide. Lance gets worried, the king reassures him with kind words and gives lance a new mindset on how to take things. He also tells him that he is aloud to return whenever he wishes if he’s feeling down or if he just wants a quick break.

That’s about where I ended it but I was always thinking about if there were more to the story, like if there was a prince or a staff member there that had a liking for Lance, and it being returned mutually, resulting in a jealous Keith. Kk so,, here

It had been a particularly bad day, voltron had barely completed their last mission and this one wasn’t any better. When lotor came into power, with shiro gone and Keith as their makeshift leader, voltron was unable to predict nor parry any of the galras’ attacks. Lance was being bombarded with complaints and orders from his fellow paladins, but they were new and different ones, all given in almost no time, resulting in him being unable to follow through in them, ultimately having the other paladins blame him for their mishaps.

Every time before that, lance had slipped away to the water planet (he now knew it as Amemasu) during the night, while all the others were sleeping to keep it hidden. Nobody knew or cared that he was a bit late for breakfast, or even lunch. It was only when a mission was about to commence, or when someone needed him that anyone noticed. This time he didn’t care. Once they all escaped the planet, lance bolted. At this point he had returned to the planet so many times that he was able to get there without the help of blue. He once again turned off his tracker, and entered the cave, and once he set blue in the middle docking pad and entered the doors to the castle, Seus (pronounced see-us), his “anointed guard” (Aka his b bud) greeted him.

“Evening, paladin,” he poked.
“Sushi,” lance greeted him back, grinning. He was immediately in a better mood.
They continued on with their banter as they walk to the room in the castle the king had had saved when he first started retreating to the planet. “Anything up?” Seus mumbled as they stared at the landscape over the balcony, “it’s been two days since the last time you popped in. It usually takes you at least a week to go into maximum angst-drive” he snickered.
“Shut up,” lance smirked, “you shouldn’t be talking for someone who seems to be pretty keen whenever I stop by, although I get it, I am quite the catch.”
“I swear if that was a gods damned pun I’m,” he jokingly reached for his staff.
“I know, I’m great.” Lance fake-swooned. They continued on with their snarky comments and in the process completely forgot about the previous subject yadsa yadda.

Meanwhile…. the paladins are freaking the FUCK out. They think the galras have done something to lance or the lion, and it’s chaos. They don’t have the blue lion, the trackers off, lance’s comm is off, everything’s gone to shit. Pidge and Hunk are attempting to build something that’ll be able to track lance and or the lion, allura and coran are trying to figure out any galran strategies to try and reverse engineer an explanation to how they could get lance back. While everyone else is going ape crazy, no ones seen Keith anywhere other than the training deck. He blamed himself for why lance left, and his disappearance sure as hell didn’t help his confidence as a leader. He, out of all of them, was the only one who knew that lance hadn’t left by mistake. While he didn’t know where lance went, he still noticed how on particularly bad days he’d slip out, although after a month or so Keith slowly stopped worrying as he noticed that every time lance would leave, he’d return soon after. This time though was different.

Lance hadn’t tried to be sneaky when he escaped. It was upfront, he made sure everyone knew he was leaving. That he wasn’t planning to come back anytime soon. Keith was, to say the least, pissed. He was angry that lance had the audacity to take the blue lion with him and cripple voltron past the inability they already were at. He was angry that lance never told anyone else that he would be okay, he was fuckin pissed that lance had the nerve to leave the team with that amount of anxiety and fear of his safety, with no sense of clarity of if he was actually ok or not, and even more pissed that due to all this Keith had to handle it all due to him being the temporary leader. Even with all the chaos and tension around the castle, the one thing that offset Keith the most was where lance was going all this time, why he came back in such a better mood, every. single. time. Why, with every time Lance would return he’d seem to have a less and less interest in making snarky comments for attention, why he had stopped bickering with Keith. It pissed him off that he didn’t know what or who he was seeing that made him so much happier, and with every time that lance had returned with a smiling face, his confidence in his leadership skills would be quickly demolished. With every thought that passed through, Keith would quickly and hastily destroy another training bot, until Pidge and Hunk had to drag him back to his room to get some shuteye.

Back on the planet, lance was having the time of his life. He was on an underwater planet full of both hot mermaid and mermen of various kinds, Seus, his best friend (next to Hunk) was legally obligated to hangout with him, the kings young daughters reminded lance of his nieces, and gave him comfort when he felt homesick, and the king was a very close father figure to him. Him and Seus would occasionally go zoom around in the lion when blue was feeling up for it, they’d go around town and browse all the weird fish stores, which was exciting for the both of them due to the fact that Seus was rarely allowed outside palace boundaries unless escorting someone of importance to a location, which was very rarely the mall, whereas lance was having a ball, being back in his natural habitat, the summer wear isle, where he would try on various forms of very skimpy clothing as Seus would heckle him for using the articles in the completely incorrect places (since lance isn’t a fish he had to improvise). The two became so close that they evolved from best friends to the “no homo tho bro” stage of friendship, where one of them would be on the verge of doing something ultra gay™ which began with a quick “no homo tho” from lance (a phrase that took a solid 12 minutes for Seus to process). After a few days, lance had almost no remorse for abandoning his team, of course not without the subtle twinge of “this isn’t right”, and “at least tell them”, here and there, then followed with a rush of joy from his antics that quickly washed away any thought of regret.

One night Keith’s given up. Everyone on the team is exhausted, the one mission they were desperately called to answer ended up horridly, and his self confidence has gone into a complete rut. He now knew what lance meant all those time he overheard him talking to coran on late nights, and he hated it. He’d given up trying to solve it as a team and after all that time of waiting, he slipped out. He, like lance did, waited until everyone was fast asleep, and went into the central room. The only difference today, was that he stood on the red lion’s docking pad. as he flew out with his original lion, feeling much more calm than he had when leaving, he told the lion to find blue. To find lance. He never thought it would have worked, Pidge and Hunk had been working on locating the lion for a week now, all to no prevail. But red, the moment Keith had given that order, bolted off to a planet that Keith’s scanners had stated to be “Amemasu”. It was a full water planet, but instead of diving in like the blue lion did, the red lion hovered over the surface until it took a nose dive into the drink. Once in the water, red controlled terribly, only her back propellers worked efficiently, and her targeting systems were almost all down. Once they landed on the ocean floor Keith figured that he would have to take the rest of the trip solo. Once he slowly guided her into an underwater cave out of sight, he got out and began searching for any large bodies of heat.

About a mile or so away, he spotted a faint, but large reading, which looked a lot like a city or colony of sorts. When he finally arrived it was empty. The readings were still there and they were now very clear, in the shapes of homes and buildings, but vision wise, he couldn’t see anything. He approached one of the readings only to hit what seemed like a wall, or an invisible barrier. He speculated it for cracks or entrances and eventually found an opening, where warm eyed was seeping through. He squeezed through it and found himself to be in an almost hyper futuristic water colony, filled with structures and technology he couldn’t even fathom. As he explored through the city looking for clues and or signs to see if this really was where lance was situated, he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was a human in bright red armour, and a clunky helmet, jetting his way through the town checking houses, buildings, and parks for any signs.

Glares and murmuring aside, he eventually spotted a carving in one of the buildings that looked oddly like one of the voltron lions. As he continued down the “road”, these symbols reappeared more frequently, until he was greeted with castle. It was a giant, high tech structure that stood atop a cave. When Keith checked his heat signatures again, underneath the giant mound of land stood the silhouette of the blue lion. Keith, excited as shit that he actually found lance’s whereabouts, quickly checked the perimeter and at the back of the castle, he saw him. Keith was about to call out for lance, tell him that he had come to find him, tell him how worried the team was for him, that was until he saw lance kissing one of the mermen on the balcony.

A few minutes before, lance was feeling homesick. He and Seus were talking on the balcony, today’s conversation being a lot heavier than their usual ones. It was about family, a touchy subject for them both. “My parents were sweet. One of my dads, the shorter one, he was a ballistic, would do anything and everything for me and my other dad. He loved us so much, and he knew the only way he could protect us was by joining the war, by joining the fight against the galra. He died three months after he was sent out. I was 5 at the time, I never understood what it meant. I also never understood why after the day we got the note from the general my other father sent me into Repun (the king). I never saw him again after that. Never knew what happened to my older sister. Never got to have real family time.” Sues sighed, “The king’s tried so hard to make all of us, all the gaurds, all the maids, everyone who’s stayed, worked, or lived here to feel like family. I’ve just never had that full experience I guess.”
Lance looked up at him, “that’s harsh…” he mumbled, looking aimlessly into the landscape below.
“It’s nothing really,” Seus sent a reassuring smile to lance, “it’s hard to long over someone you barely knew. Now, tell me your story Mr.Bluelion”
“Wow ok…” Lance was caught off guard at how forward he was, “well uh… so back on earth, I was a middle child of a huge quiznaking family. I had-” he cut himself off, “have a nephew named Marco, he’s the best, and a niece, Sam. Love em’ to pieces. Got both an older and a younger brother and sis, Jake’s my younger brother, he can suck my ass.”
They both started started giggling, “huh so that’s what siblings feel like,” Seus grinned.
“You’d think,” lance snickered, “yeah, well then there’s my gran and gramps, my abuela and abuelo both passed a few years back. Gran is a fantastic cook, gramps tries. Then there’s ma and pa…” he sighed, feeling his eyes begin to water, “I miss them so goddamn much Seus.”
“Hey, hey, dude, it’s going to be ok,” Sues hugged lance, “you’ll see them again.”
“But what if I don’t,” lance gave into the embrace, “what if the galrans already destroyed the planet, what if lotor found out what planet we came from and destroyed it so we’d be venerable emotionally, what if the time works differently there and all of them are already dead, what if I’m never allowed back on earth because I’m a paladin, what if I-”
Seus cut him off, “shut up. That’s not going to happen,” lance opened his mouth but Seus spoke before he could begin, “before you say something you shouldn’t, think.”
“My team hates me Seus!”
“No they don’t.”
Lance pushed away, “every time I come back from my trips here no one notices, no one cares, I’ve given up trying to poke fun and make jokes because all I get in return are insults and heckling, do you anyone gives a quiznak about it?” Lance was close to shouting now, “I’ve tried so damn hard to help them out, to do anything to keep them safe and happy, I’ve thought of them as family, and the only thing I seem to be to them is ‘the annoying one’, 'the try hard’, 'the one that doesn’t try hard enough’, I don’t want to be a leader, I don’t strive to be the best, but I’m trying,” tears were running down his face, dripping off his chin and seeping out of the bubble letting him breathe.
“Lance, lance,” Seus hushed him, bringing him back into a hug that lance melted into, tears were still streaming down his face, “it’ll sort out, I promise. But you do have to face your problems,” he cupped lance’s face, making them see eye to eye, “it’s going to be hard, I’ll tell you that, but your team needs you, the universe needs you.”

And thus was the moment where lance went in to kiss Seus, unknowing that Keith was standing just outside below the two, staring at them with a mixture of anger, envy, and most of all confusion. It was then and there Keith knew why lance came back so much happier, and it angered him beyond belief, and it pissed him off that much more that he didn’t know why.

I’ll continue it later, I’ve got better shit to do other than make up klangst. If you people want more I’ll provide (cause it’s a chance to think more about my fish babe) but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Double Dimensional Dan

Welp, now that I’m effectively shook by phan in Singapore, let’s try this!!! 

Genre- Hella smutty 

Warnings- Some weird ass dancest 

Word Count- 1195

A/N- PLEASE SEND ME PROMPTS!!! Also I’m probably gonna make a ton of references to current events in this so have fun with that. By the way, I’m sorry for that title. I guess I just like alliterations way too much. 

HERE YA GO YOU SINNERS!


Dan was sleeping in his own bed tonight. He usually ended up in Phil’s bed, but with them moving and all, Phil ended up on the sofa and Dan ended up in his bed. It was a bit lonely there, but Dan eventually managed to fall asleep. He was in the middle of a particularly good dream about Phil when the sudden and tremendous pressure on his feet pulled him into reality.

Dan let out a yelp, finding a figure in the dark but a few inches from his face. He fumbled for his bedside lamp, eventually illuminating the room to find himself staring back at him. “What the hell?!”

“Uh… Hi!”

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I’m Daniel Howell.”

“So am I, but I go by Dan.” Dan was happy to have some slight clarification and difference between the two of them.

“So I’m really in another dimension?” Daniel looked around the room in wonder.

“Huh?”

“I’m a scientist. I finally finished creating a dimensional portal and came through. I ended up in this dimension and came here, since it’s where I live. There’s really not much different between our two Londons, or our two rooms even. What do you do?”

“I’m a YouTuber.”

“What’s a YouTube?”

Dan couldn’t imagine a dimension without YouTube. Worse even, a dimension where he never met Phil. “Well, I guess we’ve found out the difference between our two dimensions.”

Daniel shrugged Dan’s comment off. “What was that dream you were having?”

Dan blushed immediately, remembering the dream. He was dreaming of Phil. “You heard that?”

“Yeah?”

“How much?”

“Enough to know you’re pretty into whoever Phil is.” Daniel obviously wanted to know all he could about his alter-dimensional counterpart, and Dan was fairly confident he could trust himself to not leak any information. At least, not to this dimension.

“Phil’s my boyfriend. Also my flatmate. And my best friend. But the world only knows about the last two.”

“Ah. That would explain the whispered “fuck me daddy”.”

Dan blushed once again. “I guess you heard that too.”

“Odd. In my dimension, Dan Howell is pretty dominant.” Dan noticed his doppelganger glance down at the receding bulge that had formed under his sheets during his dreams. It was the elephant in the room up until this point, but that wouldn’t last long. “You know, I can take care of that for you.”

Dan was taken aback. “But you’re me!”

“So?” Dan took a moment to think. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked himself. In fact, it probably would have been what he’d have done to take care of this problem in the first place. Of course, that’s totally different. But it had to be better than just jacking off.

“Oh, what the hell.” Dan threw the sheets off of his torso. “Go for it.”

Daniel was giddy. “On all fours.”

“What? I thought you were just gonna like, suck me off or something?”

“I said all fours.” Dan sighed and did as he was told.  It was almost odd, hearing his own voice commanding him with such dominance. It was almost… hot. This was something Dan could get into.

Daniel was undressing, and Dan was starting to get impatient. Dan slept naked, so he had to wait for Daniel to undress while he was already naked. “C’monnnnnn!” Dan started nudging his counterpart with his ass, begging him to hurry up. Soon, Daniel was finally undressed, but that didn’t stop Dan. He ended up rubbing his ass all over Daniel’s now bare cock. Daniel, of course, didn’t bother to move out of the way. Both Dans were quite enjoying this.

“Got any lube?” Daniel asked once he was getting hard. Dan pointed him to his bedside stand. Both were glad to hear that existed in the other’s dimension. Daniel covered his fingers in lube and was about to stick one in Dan’s ass when the two heard the door open and both turned their heads to see who had entered.

“Dan, is everything okay in here? I got up to use the bathroom and saw your light was… WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Uh… Hi, Phil…”

Daniel interjected. “This is Phil?” He looked the black-haired boy up and down. “Good pick.”

“I have no clue how there are two Dans here, but I feel slightly offended being left out of this.” Phil was getting a bit of a bulge himself, which both the Dans noticed. Phil tossed off the boxers he was sleeping in and strode over to Dan’s bed. “You…”

Phil pointed blankly at Daniel, not even knowing the name of the boy he was about to fuck. “Daniel.”

“You two freak me out.” Phil took the lube out of Daniel’s hand and squeezed some into his own. “I didn’t say stop.” Daniel proceeded to begin fingering Dan’s ass, as he was going to before Phil walked in. He inserted two fingers immediately, and began scissoring them. All three of them were getting very eager.

Daniel quickly added another finger, pumping his fingers in and out for only a few seconds before they all gave in to the urge and Daniel prepared to penetrate Dan with his rock hard cock. Phil quickly bumped Daniel out of the way. “Hey, he’s my boyfriend. My turn.” Phil penetrated instead, leaving Daniel to move around to Dan’s front.

“Suck me off.” Dan gladly took his counterpart in his mouth, both sucking Daniel and being fucked by Phil at the same time. The three moved in a rhythmic triangle, Dan moving along with Phil’s thrusts and sucking along to the beat Phil was setting. Daniel was soon nearing orgasm, and pulled out of Dan’s mouth. He pushed Phil out of the way and the two switched. Daniel took Dan’s asshole, and Dan started sucking Phil off.

Daniel immediately started hitting Dan’s prostate, and Dan moaned, almost choking on Phil. Dan soon looked up at Phil with his deep chestnut eyes and backed away, giving him the ability to speak. “Daddy, I’m close!” Daniel looked up at Phil, feeling slightly left out, and gave a particularly hard thrust. Dan winced, and Phil looked down at the pained boy.

“Come untouched and finish me off.” Dan moaned, coming all over his bedsheets. Daniel came into him, and fell limp on the foot of Dan’s bed. Dan finished sucking Phil and swallowed his cum, both of them falling beside Daniel.

The three lay there helplessly for a few moments before Daniel finally stood up. “I guess I ought to be going back now. Thank you for the… Research.” He dressed himself, waved, and walked out of Dan’s room.

“I don’t know what that was or who he was, but it was definitely the weirdest hookup I’ve ever had.” Phil was confused and slightly concerned.

“I’m still waiting to wake up.”

“I don’t think you’re going to.” The two looked out Dan’s window to see the slightest gleams of the sunrise. Dan took Phil’s hand. Neither of them knew what had just happened, and they were both probably going to repress that memory. But as long as they had each other, it would all be okay.

Mission Gone Wrong

Originally posted by despairingfever

Summary: After returning from a particularly difficult mission, you don’t want anything to do with anybody. Guilt is eating away at you and you’re finally forced to open up to your friend, Cassian.

Author’s Note: This has been stuck in my head for what feels like forever! It is my first Star Wars fic, so I hope it’s okay. I just love Cassian so much and I loved writing him. I’ve had a lot going on in my life, and I think this piece is really a reflection of that. It is angsty as all get out, so beware. Please let me know what you think!!! Enjoy :)

Warnings: Language; ANGST; seriously, this whole thing is like one big angst fest; smidge of fluff; mentions of murder

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The mission had gone horribly wrong.

Not wanting (or maybe not able) to face anybody, I trudged back to my quarters without so much as a ‘hello’ to anyone after arriving back at the Yavin 4 base. As if on autopilot, I shed my dirty clothes, covered in dirt and grime and blood, and headed for the shower, washing up before following my nightly routine and crawling into bed. Sleep didn’t come.

That’s how it was for three days.

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anonymous asked:

kylo killed his father in cold blood, how do you see him realistically making reparations for that in the film?

Well, I think you’re looking at a fictional story too literally if you believe these actions are one-to-one related to the real world. They are terrible - for SURE! Kylo Ren, as he is now, is a dumbass and a jerk. No arguments there. But those of us who like his character see a potential for masterful storytelling here. Obviously if this were the real world… I’d be terrified of someone like Kylo. But we are talking about a SPACE OPERA here… not your next-door neighbor.

I think one thing anti-Kylo people do is look at these stories through a real world lens… but that’ just bad story and character analysis. You’re not looking at his characterization as a DEVICE for the plot - and ultimately for the core morals and lessons involved in that overarching plot.


Fairy tales and particularly Star Wars are not tales about perfect people who make all the right choices. It’s about people making mistakes, and learning from those mistakes, to ultimately do the right thing IN THE END. It’s about the central messages and themes we take away from it all. Characters serve a specific purpose - to make us learn things and see things anew. You better bet Kylo has that purpose.


And of course, there is even precedent in the Star Wars universe teaches us that anyone can be saved. Just look at the actions of Darth Vader. His actions were at least - and not limited to -

-turning on the Jedi Order and becoming a literal Sith Lord

-killing dozens and dozens of children in cold blood (far more chilling than two old dudes if you ask me)

-accusing his pregnant wife of cheating with his best friend

-accusing his pregnant wife of being a traitor and committing treason

-Force choking his pregnant wife

-killing his pregnant wife

-trying to kill his best friend, who was his father figure

-mass genocide on a grand, galaxy-wide scale

-kidnapping and torturing his daughter

-killing his own father figure and former best friend - Obi-wan

-kidnapping and torturing his daughter’s boyfriend

-freezing his daughter’s boyfriend in carbonite

-kidnapping and cutting off his son’s hand

-trying to manipulate his son to join the Dark Side

-kidnapping his son and taking him to the most evil man to have ever lived in the galaxy - the Emperor

That’s not even everything but I’m tired already. Vader was busy y’all. Yet Vader was redeemed in the end - through the love of his son.


But beyond that, in the context of Star Wars, Kylo Ren’s actions are bad - but they’re not irredeemable bad. I’m not excusing anything he’s done, and I think his character HAS to suffer dearly for it. And I think he will, in many intimate and personal ways.


But, I gotta say, you’re looking at his action out of context. We have seen much more vicious, unrepenting characters in SW, and that Kylo is already showing guilt and shame is a pretty big tip off he’s headed for redemption. And, also, I think this action - being dramatic and horrific as it was - has to MEAN something, in the greater story. More than just, “KYLO IS EEEEEVIIIIL MWAHAHAHA!!!”

First, if you’re a Han Solo fan, you should want his death to mean something - and that’s was Harrison Ford wanted all along too.

But Han’s death is meaningless if he couldn’t actually save his son - like he went there to do. If Ben Solo doesn’t come back, Han died for nothing.

I think Ben Solo - for the sake of the story - had to kill his father to realize that Snoke is lying to him and manipulating him. JJ himself has confirmed that Kylo didn’t want to kill his father but thought he had to. We don’t know why that is yet… but, he thought it was the only way to further whatever cause (which we the audience have not entirely been made aware of yet - keep that in mind) he is trying to accomplish.

The thing is: JJ confirms it didn’t actually help him get further to the Dark Side. Can you imagine how that’s going to play out in his character?? How his trust with Snoke will be shaken? How his interactions with Rey will inform his character arc from here on out?

Why y’all think he failed his fight so poorly against Rey? You think he’s that bad of a Force user that he can lose to a total n00b?? Nah, he was grief-stricken and horrified at what he’d done - Adam’s excellent acting skills should tell that story, even without JJ’s commentary.

NOT SAYING that makes it ok - but in the CONTEXT of a fictional universe, showing your bad guy grief stricken over a terrible act he’s just committed is a huge sign he is not a big bad. It’s a huge sign he’s going to change.

Kylo realized he fucked up, and Snoke is a liar. Now, he will probably stay in denial for a little bit, but eventually he’ll have to come to terms with this. And I think he’s probably going to want to go after Snoke with a passionate vengence - and ultimately help Rey do that.

And that brings me to the next point. SPOILERS FOR AFTERMATH AND BLOODLINE BELOW.

We know from the Aftermath series that Ben Solo had been manipulated, groomed, and preyed upon by Snoke since he was a FETUS. Now, I want you to imagine that. A FETUS is being touched by the Dark Side IN THE WOMB from this terrible dark energy - which Leia confirms is Snoke in TFA. Again, Kylo is responsible for his decisions, but to say that he cannot learn and grow past a lifetime of abuse and manipulation, that he cannot escape that no matter what he tries to do if he learns his lesson… y’all that is some fucked up thinking, not gonna lie.


Finally, and this is the most important part:

WE DON’T KNOW BEN SOLO’S STORY YET.

WE DON’T KNOW WHY HE IS DOING WHAT HE IS DOING.

We are led to believe he thinks what he is doing is ultimately RIGHT and GOOD.

Again - not excusing his behavior - but if we are to understand Ben Solo, I think we have to understand that he thinks his actions are necessary to save the galaxy. Something has happened to convince him that what he’s doing is the only way.

If you thought killing your father would save the galaxy… wouldn’t you do it? I’m sorry, but I probably would if I thought it would save BILLIONS OR TRILLIONS of people. I would hate myself - as Kylo Ren presumably does. But I would probably do it.

Remember, it’s a war, and even in the real world, family on opposite sides of war kill each other. It’s sad and tragic… but it is even a part of our world. There’s no excuse that can make up for what Kylo did… but I do hope it forces him to stop doing the wrong things and realize his way is NOT going to save people, like he may think he is doing.


And, not only that, but

Han himself knew the sacrifice he was potentially making.

As a father, he wanted to make that sacrifice, no matter the risks. I, for one, don’t want to see his sacrifice go in vain. I’d like to see it be Ben’s turning point back toward the light.



Also, we know from Bloodline that when the New Republic learned of  Leia and Luke being Vader’s children, they went after Leia. She even faced an assassination attempt and openly worries what could happen to Luke and Ben - that someone might go after them.

We don’t know what happened to turn Ben Solo to the Dark Side. We are all assuming he found out about Vader and went batshit crazy and killed a bunch of younglings a la Anakin 2.0.

But we don’t actually KNOW that. Wait for the story! Until we know everything, we are shooting in the dark to assassinate a character we know nothing about!

We also know Rian Johnson helped Claudia Gray write certain aspects of Bloodline - that he gave suggestions to plot points to help inform the audience in preparation for TLJ!

My speculation, based on what I read in Bloodline,  is that someone in the New Republic didn’t like that Vader’s son and grandson were playing around with the Force and targeted them - possibly trying to destroy anything and everything Jedi-related, including people.

A betrayal like this from the New Republic to Ben would be everything - it means his home, his family who lied to him for years, his justice system - ALL OF IT - cannot be trusted.

It would explain why Luke went into hiding, too. Luke is a pacifist who would rather walk away than confront an entire government. Even if the government as a whole didn’t do anything, it’s possible individuals in the New Republic would based on such shocking news. I imagine a significant amount of people would be terrified of Vader’s offspring and descendants furthering their legacy in the Force.

Regardless of speculation, we don’t know Ben Solo’s story yet. Wait for the story, see what happens. And, sure, if by the end of it, Kylo Ren is still running around with clenched fists and ramming his sword into every old man and console that comes along his path…

Sure, then we can say, “that guy is an irredeemable asshole!!!”

But, I for one, think they’re going to build a pretty epic story and the big “twist” for TLJ will be something that changes our opinion of Ben and his actions entirely - to the point that he will be redeemable and sympathetic.

The fact is, I think even most anti-Kylo people will be able to accept his character if he starts making good decisions and gets a well told back story. Let’s trust the almighty Lucasfilm gods to give us a great story that challenges our expectations and assumptions - which THEY ALWAYS do! And I also think Rey is going to be integral to that change and they will NEED each other to figure it all out.

anonymous asked:

What are some author recommendations

i don’t read actual books as much, but i consider tumblr writers as authors too!

i’ve reblogged post just now with an infinite list of writers being mentioned, you can check that out!

also as for my personal recs here goes:

the squad’s writing will always be my top faves. 

cat’s @taesthetes style leans towards the cringe fluff that makes you wanna scream because of how cute it is, as proven by the list of fluff on her masterlist. but beware, once cat writes angst, it’s going to hit you hard and you’ll be left with that feeling of… incomplete.

 rys @dreamscript tends to write angst quite a lot. one minute you’ll be reading a romantic comedy and the next, you’ll be weeping over the heart wrenching ending. but also, like i said, she writes great rom-com as well!

here’s to my mutuals who are talented asf writers. (6473829 yrs later and here i am still spazzing over the fact that they’re following me):

@an-exotic-writer [who doesn’t know the fluff queen of all time? missy’s writing always leaves me feeling all fluffed up and happy. the extra conversations of characters at the end of her fics always cracks me up.]

@floofyeol [i think it’s safe to say i’ve read most of sasha’s bts fics on here. she has this easy flowing style that keeps you reading]

@gguked [you don’t need me telling u why she’s good, she just is. ;D]

@hobibliophile [jules’ fics are always a must-read. she has the characterization down in each and every fic. and personally her plots are one of my faves, there’s suspense, anticipation and everything that keeps you on the edge of your seat]

@inktae [all hail the queen. mari writes the most beautiful pieces as most might already know. i’m lowkey afraid of reading her new works bc i know they’re gonna wreck me]

@noir0neko [cait’s writing always has me shook. have u seen her masterlist? it shouldn’t even be called masterlist, it’s like the hall of fame!]

 @jeonseok [my fluff bean who writes the cutest, fluffiest fics with a slice of wit and sometimes angst.]

@jungblue [every time i read her fics, it feels like i’m in a whole new world. it’s like reading a published book and you just have to keep reading to know what happens. her style does that to you]

 @jungkxook [where do i start? alyssa’s style is simple yet capturing at the same time, which btw still has me shook]

@kainks [her writing is so great, it’s like even though you’re reading smut you’re not. what you’re really reading is art all the way]

@yoonminnings [viv’s works are always so breathtaking. her descriptions of the scene and surroundings draws you in and before you know it, you’ll be wanting more]

@taechubs [erin’s masterlist is on my to-read list. i don’t know her writing style per se but she’s good, i can feel it in my bones and through the messages u can see on her blog. *eyes star crossed*]

@taegonia [i haven’t read any of her fics yet but syndromes is on top of my list! also a great writer i can feel in my boneees]

@triptaech [ sam’s writing is so fulfilling. i gotta thank her for giving great endings to the fics she writes]

and moving on, other writers who i’ve had the pleasure of indulging in their works:

@/seokvie is the to-go writer every time i’m craving some hoseok fics. i might have gone over to her blog more times than i can count. what can i say? she’s a great writer. :D

@/tayegi has the style of a goddess, as many know. i particularly like the way she writes the reader. and A1 smut!

@/yoongguksx i don’t know how to explain this but her style is beautifully realistic (for me at least). there’s conflict, drama and a great ending that leaves you wondering wtf was life before her fics.

other:

@/writing-prompt-s not exactly an author but he might as well be one with the way he comes up with unique, interesting ideas

@/caffeinewitchcraft not in the bts fandom, in fact far from it! but she’s so talented that i cannot help but keep up with her works.

there are plenty more great writers on here but i can’t seem to remember. but all in all, just because you’re not in a rec list, doesn’t mean you’re any less of a writer. :D have a great day everyone!