@therealjacksepticeye should do a video mirroring a snickers commercial where it’s like
Anti:*creepy glitchy murdery mess*
Person: you’re not you when you hungry *hands snicker bar*
Jack: That’s better
This week has been awful so I’ve been making a list of things in Mass Effect that make me happy. Just because. Anyway, I might as well post it. It’s all random.
Here goes: -“I delete data like you on the way to real errors.” -Din Korlack and Calyn’s bickering in ME1 -Grunt yelling “I AM KROGAN!” during fights -Bringing Legion to Tali’s loyalty mission and the reaction of the Fleet -That glitch that happens when you pick something up but it’s the end of a sad loyalty mission and right when it’s over you can hear Shepard screaming “THIS COULD BE USEFUL!” -James Vega finally getting to work with his hero, Shepard, and earning their respect -“Once more, the Salarian Union formerly requests that you not touch that.” -Garrus imitating Liara: “By the Goddess” -“Shepard! My friend!” -Jack taking care of her students in ME3 -Miranda leaving Cerberus -The elcor bouncer reacting to the guy who wants to get into Afterlife -Story time with Zaeed -FShep and Miranda being troubleshooting space divas together -Shepard telling Khalisah Al-Jilani to “keep asking the hard questions” -“Maya Brooks” managing to fool the crew -Mordin singing -Harbinger now ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL -Kai Leng trying to troll Shepard -Every message Shepard gets that says “thank you for everything you’ve done” -Ashley’s character arc -“After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began.” -The shortest interrogation ever -Liara and Shepard’s bickering during Lair of the Shadow Broker -Ann Bryson in the Leviathan DLC -The one-liners after a Renegade action (“Too slow”, “You talk too much”) -EDI asking question after question in ME3 -Shepard always making sure to tell Samantha that she did a good job, and never in a condescending way -“The Normandy isn’t equipped to land in exploding volcanoes. They tend to fry our sensors and melt our hull. Just for future reference.” -The fact that Samara can meditate away from others during the Citadel party and no one forces her to dance or talk -Grunt surviving the mission with the Rachni -The Normandy being reborn -“I am a biotic god!” -Nyreen being the much respected leader of the Talons -Garrus being awkward, which happens more often than you would think -All the Ashley and Kaidan interactions in ME1 -“I’m looking for my father, you bosh'tet!” -The descriptions of planets, with some being just a list of elements they contain and others being like “DO NOT LAND! DANGER!” and you land anyway -When the Suicide Mission is over and everyone survived -Joker laughing for what seems like three hours in the Citadel DLC -“No deal.” -Tali and Legion ending up as friends -Thane having a chance to reconcile with Kolyat -Bray -“I’m getting a lot of bullshit on this line” -Kasumi commenting on everything that’s happening in ME2 (also: Kasumi in general) -Ashley wondering if anyone ever drowned in the lake on the Presidium -Joker imitating Legion with Shepard giving them a look that says ‘please stop’ -“I have to make friends with the one turian in the galaxy who thinks he’s funny.” -That guy who went to Aria to get Shepard’s address and she gave it to him -Shepard’s look on their face when their clone tell them “I should go” -Flying with the mako followed by Critical Mission Failure -EDI and Legion talking to each other in ME3 -The cool stuff in Dr Bryson’s lab -“Hackett out.” -Scientists calling Liara “the real deal” -Ashley talking about her family -Blasto -“What’s with the Volus?” -Purgatory Club Song -Aria saying “I’m the boss, CEO, Queen, if you’re feeling dramatic” after doing something pretty dramatic -Samantha’s toothbrush -Going underwater in the Leviathan DLC -Mordin trying to make Bakara and Garrus a thing, with Bakara replying “For the third time Doctor, I’m not interested!” -Veetor'Nara -“I have to spend all day computing pi because he plugged in the overlord” -Shepard’s speeches -Steve and James’ friendship -That moment in the Citadel DLC where they all start shooting at the same time
I should probably stop right now, that’s already a lot.
Synopsis: Requested by Anonymous, original post can be found here.
Warnings: Smut, Swearing.
Pairing: Fionn Whitehead x Reader
Word Count: 1K
Author’s Note: First off, Thank you to everyone that read and liked the last Fionn smut I posted, it currently has 200 notes which is insane to me! Once again, thank you! Secondly, if you are reading my story Daisy (and if you are not you should check it out, links to all three parts are in my masterpost!) the next part will be coming out something this week, I promise it will be worth it! I should probably stop rambling now.
Since I know you're a fan of stupid theories being debunked: do you have any favorite SSMs or the like that have rendered those theories moot? Or more broadly, any bits of information that you've found particularly intriguing or which challenged any assumptions of yours?
As for challenging my assumptions and theories – probably the biggest one was his “NO” response to when his editor asked if Coldhands was Benjen Stark. That was very annoying, because I really did believe Coldhands was Benjen. (Hell, the GoT guys seem to have said fuck it and gone with that theory anyway, which should tell you a lot about the show and its relationship to the upcoming books, rather.) I don’t think the Waterstones pitch letter actually challenged anything I believed, even though it was extremely revealing about GRRM’s original ideas about ASOIAF – because, like, when people do try to bring up the original plot as proof of something or the other, I respond “so you think Jaime’s going to murder everyone and take the throne, then? And that Tyrion’s going to have a deadly rivalry with Jon over Arya’s love?” because honestly that’s just as valid. :D
Anyway, unfortunately I don’t tag posts with SSMs or interviews (I should, I
haven’t, it’s probably too hard to fix now) so I can’t find all of my
favorites right now, alas. (My GRRM tag has a lot, but I know not everything.) I very much recommend going to the So Spake Martin archives and reading them all, though, there’s so much good stuff in there. A lot which aren’t picked up by the SSM search engine, too, because they’re links to interviews, and oh man can those interviews be amazing. (Like this one! And this one! And this one! And… ok, I’ll stop now.)
Royal Paint Brush Bendy and Sammy… well. More Bendy than Sammy XD.
This is exactly what you wanted when you requested this Anon and you cannot convince me otherwise XD. @sammy-lawrence
(((Pfft, I’m just going to tag you in all my posts from now on with Sammy in them XD. If I get to annoying with this you can ask me to stop and I will. I just like to think I’m funny XDD))
Thank you Anon for requesting this!
“We should get out of here,” I tell him before I can stop myself.
His eyes widen and he quirks an eyebrow at me, “Are you suggesting we leave together?”
“I’m suggesting we should do something instead of sitting here, talking about how much we hate people who are in love,” I tell him in one breath. With the reminder that I will most probably not remember what happens tonight, I put down my empty glass and says, “So, Harry, do you want to do something crazy?”
Howdy folks! It’s been quite a while since I posted anything and I haven’t really been content with the drawing I did a while ago. It really hasn’t changed much but I still like it more than the other editions I made. I’m sorry that it is a little unclear and sketchy though. I don’t have the opportunity to draw digitally (And I probably was too rough on the paper).
I started making it first hand because I couldn’t deal withSatine's death. I felt so sorry for Obi-Wan and that he never got to tell her how much she meant to him. Or at least not as Jedi Master. This drawing is what I always wished for to happen as soon as I saw Satine for the first time in the clone wars.
But now I’m sitting at home writing fanfics, doing fan art and hoping for anObi-Wan Kenobi spin-off when he was sent to Mandalore to protect her with Qui Gon Jinn. I know, I know. But I’ll probably not stop goofing over this in a while. And I hope you liked the drawing by the way :)
Hmm… Should probably soon start making new drawings instead of editing the same over and over again ;)
Klangst - Don’t Keep it Bottled Up, part 3 (and the epilogue)
I had planned to post this a couple of days ago, but alas the epilogue wouldn’t stop growing, and has now ended up being longer than the first two parts combined. ( @treasuredbuns and I decided it should probably be called a sequel, but eh - hope you like it btw!)
Anyway, if you haven’t read BOTH part 1 and part 2, please do so now!
Well, I hope you enjoy the bit of fluff (I really could’ve put more in…) and the resolution of the angst. I’m sorry for any mistakes/OOCness!
To put it simply: Keith was exhausted. Though an extra
couple of hours of sparring after a day of intense training would do that to a
person. However, despite his physical fatigue, it had taken forever for him to
work off his energy. After the initial anger and shock had worn off, his mind
too had succumbed to his tiredness. The day had just been full of surprises.
If you had asked Keith to describe Lance before that
afternoon, he would’ve created a picture of a guy whose character consisted of
awful pickup lines, suggestive smirks and a loud mouth which might occasionally
spill something intelligent or thoughtful. Now, however… Keith didn’t know. All
he knew was that he couldn’t face Lance.
All his previous confusion had been buried beneath a surge
of fear. Keith was a secretive and defensive person by nature. He’d often found
himself envious of how quickly Lance could accept and trust someone. It took
Keith time to open up to people, to build up that kind of trust. He first had
to get to know the person, and so, as time went on and he had got to know the
others better, he had found it easier to relax around them. To not have to
think as much about what he revealed in what he said. Physical interactions had
also become a lot more natural.
Whilst the team didn’t have big heart-to-hearts, Keith felt
like he knew their personalities well. The Lance he’d seen that day did not fit
the image of him that Keith had built up. It was as if he was a different
person. Now Keith couldn’t help but wonder just how much he knew Lance, knew
any of the paladins. Keith had been so /sure/ when it had come to Lance’s
personality. He was the most open of the paladins, after all…or was he? Keith
didn’t know anymore, but that wasn’t the main source of Keith’s fear.
Keith had been opening up to the team as they slowly grew
closer, but what he’d done today, what he’d shown lance, was too much. Whilst
Keith may have been able to predict how /his/ Lance would’ve reacted, he didn’t
know how /this/ strange and unknown Lance would react. Keith /hated/ not
knowing. He always had to come up with theories to explain anything which
didn’t make sense or follow convention, but now Keith realised how little he
knew Lance, he couldn’t trust any predictions or theories his mind conjured up.
He hadn’t been ready to reveal so much of himself to Lance,
knowing it would undoubtedly change Lance’s view of Keith and thus their
relationship. What relationship had he had with Lance? He thought he knew. He
thought that their arguing had turned into light teasing. He thought that the
trust he had felt was mutual. He thought Lance had been open with him. Now he
wondered what Lance truly thought of him, though going by his outburst, he
didn’t think much of Keith.
All of his confusion and fear left Keith feeling unbalance
and lost, but after spending all his energy, the churning of his stomach and
contractions of his heart relented and Keith wanted nothing more than to pass
out on his bed.
Somehow he managed to make it to his quarters and his bed
before his feet gave out beneath him and he collapsed onto his sheets,
eventually rolling onto his back when breathing became a necessity. He closed
his eyes, wanting sleep to end this nightmare, but it seemed the day held even
Only when Keith heard the swish of his door did he even
remember the lock’s existence. He opened his mouth as he turned to face the
door to ask whoever had come to kindly let him sleep, but the words never came
as Keith watched the last person he’d ever imagine entering his bedroom doing
just that. Arms stretched out blindly before him, Lance crept forward after the
door softly closed behind him. Keith felt his throat close up in panic as his
surprise wore off. He wasn’t ready for this. He couldn’t face Lance.
Realistically, however, he knew it would have to happen
eventually. Besides, Keith couldn’t stand the uncertainty anymore. Thus Keith
prepared himself to ask why Lance was in his room, why he’d come to see someone
he obviously hated. He intended to, but words failed. And so, it was to Keith’s
utter embarrassment that when Lance had leaned over him, FAR too close, that
the first sound he made was an awkward croak as he cleared his throat. He sat
up abruptly as Lance jumped, falling backwards as he overbalanced. The silence
lay heavy between them as they both sat in Keith’s room, wondering what the
hell they should say.
Lance recovered first, springing up so suddenly that he
almost overbalanced again. He kept starting sentences, only to stutter and
backtrack. Unfortunately, due to the lack of light, Keith was unable to make
out Lance’s face, his eyes only adjusted enough to make out his blurred
silhouette. Yet, from his tone of voice, Keith could only discern
embarrassment, though it lacked Lance’s usual forced laughs. The difference was
stark to Keith’s ears.
A crinkling sound brought Keith’s gaze lower, to where Keith
assumed Lance was holding… a piece of paper? Odd. He didn’t know whether Lance
could tell that he had looked down, or whether he’d just remembered the paper
he’d been twisting, but Lance quickly shoved both of his hands behind his back,
effectively hiding the paper from sight. Not that Keith could read it at the
moment. At last Lance managed to form a coherent sentence.
“Sorry, Keith. I didn’t mean-… I didn’t want to- I’m sorry,
I didn’t think you were here. I’ll just go and I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow?”
Keith’s heart clenched at the words. Apart from the high pitched squeak at the
end of the question, Lance’s tone was so /familiar/. Not the Lance whose eyes
were wild with rage nor wide with shock, but the Lance with whom he spent more
time bickering than speaking. This was his Lance…but that wasn’t right. Keith now
knew there was more to him, and he couldn’t face it. Then Lance moved.
His body twisted and after a second his arms raised slightly
to balance him in the dark. Keith watched, his silence still unbroken, his
mouth failing to form any words, as Lance took the first couple of tentative
steps. Was this how it was going to be between them? Stilted silences heavy
with awkwardness? He’d rather have Lance’s sharp retorts from when they’d first
met. It felt like this moment was foreshadowing their future. He couldn’t face
it. But, if he didn’t do anything…
Lance’s small noise of surprise shocked Keith out of his
thoughts. He looked down in confusion, only to blink at his hand and its grip
on the bottom of Lance’s shirt. He ripped his arm back, cheeks burning as he
turned to look down at his pillow. What the heck?!
“Keith?” Now unwilling to speak for fear of the sound of his
voice, Keith settled for shuffling along his bed, clearing space for Lance. It
took a few moments before Lance actually sat, though as Keith considered the
oddness of the situation, he felt the hesitation was justified. Keith, after
all, was a secretive and solitary person. He barely ever had anyone in his
room, and he’d certainly never invited them to his bed (*clears throat*).
Keith had to say something. He needed to understand, he
needed to apologise.
“I’m sorry.” It was not the first time it had been said, but
Keith was still shocked to hear the quiet apology. “I didn’t mean what I said
back there. I don’t even remember most of it. I just…I lost it. It wasn’t your
fault!” Lance hastened to add, his voice raising from the low murmur he had
adopted. “You were just in the wrong place, wrong time. Please just… just
forget about it. Can we just pretend it never happened?” Keith at last fond his
voice, brought back by the relief and panic that Lance’s words ignited. He
wasn’t angry with Keith, but they were just going to ignore what happened? Put
up fronts for one another? Before he could voice his dread, Lance had already
started speaking again.
“No, wait, that’s not fair. I can’t, /we/ can’t, forget what
we saw… Right! Ok. This is fine. Um, do you…do you mind if I just talk?” The
question was uncertain and quiet, another glimpse at a Lance he didn’t know,
but now wanted to, needed to, so that they could move past this. Keith nodded
his head, only afterwards considering how dark it was, but luckily Lance seemed
to have seen the motion because he began to talk.
Keith listened as Lance began to tell him about himself. He
didn’t know what he had been expecting, but Lance started telling Keith about
his family. He told Keith about how big and warm and loving his family was.
Names rolled fondly off his tongue, though Keith found it hard to keep track.
He found it hard remembering names at the best of times.
Every so often, Lance’s voice would break or stutter, and
Keith wondered whether Lance’s eyes glistened with homesick tears. It was nice
to learn more about Lance, instead of having to try and piece it together from
the glimpses of memories he’d see during mind-melding training. Lance spoke of
being a middle child, something that Keith had never known to hold any
significance before now. He spoke of fond memories of playing with elder
siblings and looking after his younger ones. Then his voice started to lose the
warmth it held.
He spoke of how sometimes he wished he was older than his
siblings, so that his accomplishments didn’t feel like a competition with his
“Not that they ever made me feel that way! I just couldn’t
help but compare us… Y’know, part of the reason I actually joined the Garrison
was just to get away from that feeling. Of course, I wanted to be an astronaut,
but the fact that it was something my siblings had never attempted…well I think
it helped convince me…” Lance went on to speak about his younger brothers and
sisters. He loved them, it was clear to hear in his voice as he chuckled at
private memories, but he spoke about his lack of personal time. He had to help,
since his elder siblings and parents were often busy, and he didn’t really mind
that. He accepted it with a smile, and never spoke up about how he wished he
could just have some time to go out on his own and actually make some friends
his own age. How could he speak up after everything they’d done for him? Lance told
Keith how he ended up bottling everything away. Lance felt like no one deserved
to hear the thoughts and anger that would occasionally ring in his ears.
Not once did Keith speak, scared to break whatever resolve
Lance held. By the end, Lance sounded quieter, his posture relaxed so that he
leant back against the wall.
“I never hated you.” The admission was shocking considering
the animosity Lance had clearly held towards Keith at the beginning. “You…
frustrated me. You had an amazing talent, as everyone knew, but I know you
worked hard. I wasn’t angry at you for getting good grades and praise. I was
angry at myself for not putting in as much effort as you. Of course I wanted to
do well! But I find it hard to sit still and concentrate. I always ended up getting
distracted, and then would distract myself from acknowledging that I could do
better. I made myself busy so that it didn’t feel like I was just avoiding
studying, but that’s exactly what it was.
“You weren’t my rival, not really. You were an… an i-idol,
or a goal of some sort, someone I wanted to be. Someone with whom I could be
rivals, because that would mean that we were equals. It would mean that I /had/
worked hard, and that I did have skills…” Lance’s voice gradually grew quieter
until the last bit came out as a whisper. The dark and quiet of the room made a
very private atmosphere. Keith felt like he didn’t have to hide, and so at last
he spoke. He told Lance about his childhood, but in far less detail. He dragged
out the good memories, uncovering some that he had completely forgotten, and
tried to skip over some of the worse ones. But he didn’t hide how ugly some of
his past was. He was going to be honest with Lance.
He lost track of what point he was making. Had there ever
been one? He didn’t know, and right then, he didn’t particularly care. He felt
lighter the more he spoke about his past. It was something he’d kept hidden
away for so long, that the relief of not having to hold back made his shoulders
sag and he lay down on his bed as he recounted the many memories of faces and
names he’d long forgotten.
After a while he fell silent. His throat was dry. He hadn’t
spoken so much in a long time.
“Hey, Lance? I do think of you as a rival, just so you know.
I think you just don’t realise the skills you have, as they just come naturally
to you. There’s a lot about you to be jealous of… It just makes me thankful
that I know you, and maybe, from being around you, those qualities will rub off
on me…” Suddenly a weight fell onto Keith’s side and he realised with a shock
that Lance had collapsed. His worry fell away as he heard, felt, the deep,
heavy breaths coming from him. Keith chuckled lowly before he yawned, his own
exhaustion catching up with him. He looked to Lance, considering waking him to
save him from any cramps due to his odd sleeping position, but couldn’t muster
up the nerve to do so.
He fell easily into a sleep in which he was conscious of the
constant warmth and weight at his side. As he thought back to his childhood he
smiled. Keith wasn’t alone now. He never had to be again.
Epilogue (or sequel, however you want to think of it)
“Keith, are you coming to practice?” At the call of his
name, Keith groaned. His mind was foggy with sleep, and he realised, with some
surprise, that he had managed to sleep through the entire night. “Keith? Oh,
you left your door open.” What? But he always locked it. He must’ve really been
tired last night.
At the sound of his door opening, he groaned. Whilst he was
normally grateful for the chance to spar with Shiro, this morning he felt
delightfully comfortable and drowsy, and for once was reluctant to get up.
“Oh, umm, tell you what, we can spar later!” Shiro’s tone
had a hint of amusement that put Keith on edge. When he cracked his eyes open,
the smirk on Shiro’s face was even more disconcerting. What was it? Was he
drooling? Nope, didn’t feel like it. His bed hair? He raised his right arm to
feel for it. Or at least he tried, but something had his arm trapped. Keith
looked down, only to be met with a curly mass of brown hair.
…what the heck?! He blinked, but the hair remained and he
became aware of the weight of the person across his side and, yes, as he looked
past the hair, he could spot an arm draped across his chest. Why was Lance in
his bed?! He desperately thought back to the day before, ignoring Shiro’s
comments as he left. When it came back to him Keith was overwhelmed by the
memory. So much had happened, had changed, between them. However, Keith felt no
panic or uncertainty as he lay there, contemplating whether to get up. He felt
his heart constrict at the sight of Lance sleeping peacefully. He must’ve been
as tired as Keith. He thought of going back to sleep, knowing how easy it would
be, but then remembered Shiro’s wicked smirk. And the fact that his door was
He looked down at how Lance and he were embracing, and
winced at the thought of the others reading into it. Pidge and Hunk would never
let them live it down if they were to come in. It was this which convinced him
to manoeuvre his right arm so that he could gently shake Lance’s shoulder. It
proved not to be enough as it only resulted in Lance snuggling more into Keith.
With phantom steps ringing in his ears, Keith ignored the guilt as he shook
Lance more firmly, calling out for him to wake up.
Eventually a deep groan escaped Lance who finally rolled off
Keith, only to stretch and end up punching him in the face. The contact seemed
to shock Lance as much as Keith and he sat up, turning to look down at Keith
with wide eyes.
“Uhhh…” To be fair, Keith suspected he would’ve said the
same thing in Lance’s position. Keith wished he could explain the situation,
though why he would need to explain it, he didn’t know. Lance’s mouth continued
to open and close as he obviously tried to remember why he had been sleeping
Just as Keith resolved to try and break the awkward silence
between them, Lance’s stomach grumbled. He quickly wrapped his arms around his
stomach, as if hoping it would silence the noise. His reddened face and
embarrassed pout were too much. Keith laughed. Keith laughed until he was
clutching his sides. Then his own stomach complained about not having enough
food and Keith’s laughter paused as he looked up to gauge Lance’s reaction. As
he looked up, Lance met his eyes and after a couple of seconds the two of them
To be honest, Keith didn’t really know why they found it so
funny, but he felt so giddy that he just couldn’t stop. He suspected the relief
from the night before was partly to blame. They were both breathless by the
time their laughter died down.
“Shall we get something to eat?”
“Sounds good.” With that they headed off to the dining room,
pleasantly surprised to find that Hunk was up, and he quickly offered to serve
them both. They started eating in silence, and though the tension had
disappeared between the two of them, Keith felt a little lost about how he
should behave around Lance. He now knew that the appreciation he held for Lance
was mutual, but did that mean they wouldn’t bicker as much, now they knew the
Suddenly Lance’s spoon dived into his bowl, taking out an
enormous scoop of Keith’s breakfast. Keith watched in shock before he
protested, grabbing a hold of Lance’s arm and trying to wrestle the breakfast
into his mouth. Eventually he was successful and he glared over the top of the
spoon as Lance pouted before raising his hands in a shrug.
“It was your fault for being such an airhead, Mullet. Your
breakfast was just wasting away as you contemplated how to use your cutlery.”
“Wha-?! Why would I be thinking about cutlery?!”
“You tell me. You were certainly glaring at it long enough,”
Lance snickered. Keith felt his cheeks burn, before he smirked.
“Well, at least I still /have/ cutlery,” he retorted, waving
the two spoons he held tauntingly. Lance spluttered before launching forward,
trying to make a grab for his spoon, but Keith had seen it coming. Lance
continued to chase after the spoon as Keith got up and they dodged between the
chairs in an impromptu game of chase. Keith easily kept out of reach, Lance’s
moves so easy to predict. The thought slowed Keith down for a second, long
enough for Lance to pounce, cheering as he snatched his spoon back.
Keith took note of the fond exasperation he felt. It had
been a common emotion around Lance before, and as he turned to find that
trademark Lance smirk upon the blue paladin’s face, the familiarity of the
situation made him breathe in relief as the last of his worries faded. Maybe
they didn’t have to change, not if they didn’t want to. Keith enjoyed their
relationship, minus some of Lance’s more stubborn moments, and it was nice to
know that they could keep the easy banter and bickering. However, a part of
Keith knew it would have to change in some way.
It happened not even a fortnight after their night together.
Though nothing was said by anyone, though Lance acted like his usual self, the
tension radiating from his body was tangible. There was also a strain to his
smile, and his eyes wouldn’t light up as they usually did when he laughed. It
had started after they came back from their recent mission.
Keith knew the others could tell from their shared worried
glances, and though they tried to casually, carefully, ask if something was
wrong, Lance just brushed off their concerns. Keith couldn’t stand it when
Lance acted like this. After what they’d been through, he shouldn’t have to
hide anything from Keith. Yet, if Lance didn’t want to speak to him, Keith
wouldn’t force him. He still felt like he ought to do /something/.
Keith didn’t see Lance the rest of the day, but ran into him
leaving the dining room the next day. He contemplated for a moment how to
approach him, deciding speaking to him, only to change his mind as he watched
Lance try to smile and avert his gaze from Keith’s. Hardening his resolve,
Keith caught Lance’s wrist in a light grip, firm enough so that his intention
was put across, but gentle enough so that Lance could shake it off if he wanted
to. He didn’t.
Keith led Lance down the corridors of the Castle, not
knowing whether this approach would work, but knowing that right now Lance didn’t
want to talk. So Keith reckoned he should try the next best thing. Whenever Keith
felt tense or stressed, he would always resort to training. Yes, it was not
always effective, but since talking was out of the question, it was the only
other way Keith could think of to help Lance.
Surprisingly, Lance didn’t question or struggle against Keith
guiding him to the practice room. Only once they entered did Lance question
what they were doing, and only when Keith replied that they’d be sparring did
Lance show any reluctance. Luckily it didn’t take too much persuasion (read: goading)
to get Lance to adopt a fighting stance. And so it began.
The two of them spent a good hour circling around the room
as they threw punches, kicks and blows at one another. Although Keith was
slightly better at hand-to-hand combat, Lance didn’t make it easy for him by
weaving around most of his attacks, his agility making up for any skills he
lacked. Keith was impressed.
After the hour was up, Keith called for them to take a
break. He watched Lance out the corner of his eye as they both took a well-deserved
drink. He noted how whilst Lance’s posture had relaxed slightly, his face was
still set too tight, still etched with tension. Although there was clearly
improvement, there was still a ways to go. However, Keith judged from their
previous heart-to-heart that what Lance needed was to voice his worries or
troubles. He needed to let it out. Apparently he couldn’t do that just through physical
exertion, as Keith often did. The question was how to be there for Lance to
talk to, without Lance worrying about him listening or judging whatever was
It took a couple of minutes for an idea to form in Keith’s
mind, but when it did, the longer he thought of it, the more he became
confident in it. This might actually work. He excused himself as he ran off to
set his plan in action.
As lance watched Keith disappear behind the door, he sighed,
frustration and anger making his head pound and his stomach churn. Annoyingly,
most of it, if not all, was directed at himself. He knew he was making the
others worry again, but no matter how well he tried to hide it, it obviously hadn’t
worked. At least, going by this impromptu sparring session with Keith. He was
actually very grateful to work off some of the energy he had built up since the
day before. Jeez, even thinking about it made him tense up as his anger spiked.
To take his mind off it, he thought of how Keith was trying to help him. It
helped, his muscles relaxing as a warmth spread through his chest at the
Lance was wondering idly whether Keith’s sparring was a
result of their night together, when a sudden booming sound filled the room,
causing Lance to cover his ears for fear they’d burst from the volume alone.
What the quizak?! His hands did little to shield his ears from the tone that
shook the room, his only solace was that the monotonous sound was not high
pitched, only leaving his head buzzing, rather than splitting his ears with its
Lance was rushing to the door, to get as far away from the
sound as possible, when Keith ran in, quickly covering his own ears as he
grimaced. Lance made to dodge around him, but Keith’s arm swung out in front of
him before he could reach the door. He looked to him in confusion. Didn’t Keith
want to get away from the sound too?! He shouted as much to him, and as he
started, Keith slowly pulled his other hand from his ear, his eyes fixed on Lance’s
mouth as he yelled. When he was finished Keith just shook his head, his mouth
opening and closing rapidly.
It took Lance far too long to realise that Keith must’ve
actually been shouting, the drone of noise too loud for Lance to actually hear
anything he said. As Keith signalled that he couldn’t hear lance, he nodded to
show his understanding, before gesturing to the arm still blocking his way and shrugging
in question as to why it was there. It seemed as if Keith didn’t understand,
either that or he ignored Lance as he pushed him back to the centre of the
room. Lance’s struggles became weaker the further they got into the room. By
now his ears had become used to the noise, and though his head was buzzing and
he could feel the threat of an oncoming headache, the initial shock had worn
off, and he could stand the noise without covering his ears.
When Keith finally stopped shoving him, Lance turned, ready
to make a break for the door, when a fist came flying at his face. Lance
narrowly dodged it by dropping to the floor and was going to shout at Keith when
he shrieked as a foot collided heavily with his back. Lance growled as he
looked up at Keith from where he lay sprawled across the floor, frowning as he
watched Keith’s mouth work in what he assumed were very loud shouts, judging
from how deep the breaths he was taking. Had he forgotten that Lance couldn’t hear
him?! Lance couldn’t understand how that was possible with the endless noise
filling his ears. Lance couldn’t hear any of Keith’s insults or provoking, so
why would he use up energy yelling what was on his mind, if no one could hear
Lance froze at the thought and watched Keith closely,
dodging a couple of jabs as Keith’s mouth continued to form words which remained
beyond Lance’s understanding. Lance yelled back as he took his next swipe at Keith’s
midsection, a move that was easy deflected. Lance, however, was not paying much
attention to his own moves, eyes tracking Keith’s expression. He didn’t even
twitch at the insult. Feeling more confident, Lance shouted again, for longer and
even louder than before. Keith’s face showed no reaction to the words that
Lance felt strangely giddy as he continued, even as his
words became less teasing and angrier, more hurtful and directed at himself.
His head was so consumed by the never-ending drone that he couldn’t even hear the
words. Strangely, he didn’t feel at all embarrassed or frightened as the words
left his mouth, comforted in the knowledge that whilst he wasn’t alone, his
words would never reach Keith. Couldn’t hurt him. So Lance screamed, all his
frustrations with his failings in the last mission torn away from his mouth
before he could even hear them. All the while he never stopped moving, his
actions becoming more precise as he learnt more of Keith’s attack patterns.
Without the weight of his thoughts on his mind as he let them spill from his
lips, lance found it easier to actually concentrate on their sparring match.
After a couple of close calls, that grazed Lance as he
dodged them, he spotted an opening. He pounced. Having spent the majority of
their match on the defensive, the sudden switch to full offense caught Keith off-guard.
He fell easily as Lance threw his weight at him, landing hard on his back.
Lance watched as Keith’s expression morphed from pain to surprise and finally
to a pout accompanied with a blush that spread from his cheeks all the way too
his ears. Oh, wait! If Lance’s eyes weren’t deceiving him, he could spot traces
of red making their way down Keith’s neck. It was too much. Lance laughed.
He giggled, the sound probably mirroring that of his little
sister’s, yet Lance couldn’t feel any embarrassment as he didn’t have to hear the
offending sound. He laughed with the same sense of relief and giddiness he had
felt when Keith and he had woken up together. Speaking of which, said red paladin
apparently /did/ feel embarrassed about Lance’s laugh, even if he couldn’t hear
it. He began squirming to get a grip on Lance to throw him off, and Lance quickly
rearranged his legs and arms so that Keith’s were trapped. Though this left him
leaning over Keith’s body as Lance straddled his waist, his shins and feet
pressing hard into Keith’s thighs whilst his hands wrapped around Keith’s
wrists, pining them either side of his face. Lance’s laugh barely faltered as Keith’s
flush deepened and his struggles intensified.
Eventually Keith went slack as he finally gave up. Lance couldn’t
help but grin down at him, smug and ridiculously happy over winning just a
The tone abruptly cut off and Lance felt Keith jump beneath
him as they both looked up in surprise. Lance’s ears rang uncomfortably, and
from the sound of Keith’s groan, his did too. Lance wondered whether the
exposure to such a loud sound for so long had actually caused any damage to
He didn’t contemplate it long as the door opened and
everyone rushed in, their shouts merging into a mass of noise that made Lance’s
head pound. Luckily the shouts quickly cut off. He sighed in relief until he
spotted their faces, equal mixes of surprise, shock and, most worryingly, glee.
The last came mostly from Shiro and Pidge whose smirks were so foreboding, they
sent a shiver down Lance’s spine. He followed their gaze back to between Keith and
himself, only just taking note of what position they were in.
Lance scrambled to his feet, surreptitiously straightening
his clothes. Or not, judging by the badly concealed snort from Pidge. Luckily, Keith
and Lance were saved from any of the paladins teasing by a sudden scolding from
Allura. Apparently blasting a loud drone, which echoed through the entire
Castle, was not a good idea. To be fair, how was Keith to know that was an
Eventually they all make their way back to whatever they had
been doing before hearing the alarm, leaving Keith and Lance in the training
room. However, with their sparring over, they headed off to wash and change.
They didn’t speak as they walked, and whilst Lance couldn’t feel any tension,
he still felt as if he had to say something. Ughhh… Why did he always struggle
to come up with the right words when it really mattered? In the end, he thought
about how he didn’t want to disguise his gratitude, and just went for the
simplest way of phrasing it.
“Thank you.” He didn’t turn to face Keith, not knowing what
expression he’d make.
“Anytime.” The honest and truthful tone made Lance look up
to find a soft smile on Keith’s face. The implication that he could, would, do
this again made Lance unable to do anything but return the smile.
Maybe showing his true feelings wasn’t so bad.
Well, congratulations if you managed to make it through this entire headcanon (short story?), and I really hope you enjoyed it! If you did, please check out some of my other headcanons on my headcanon masterpost.
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*sees a cool post* oh wow cool wonder what’s on that person’s blog *goes to their blog* damn they got a good blog *reblogs a post* OH shit they do art too oh my gosh *reblogs that* fuck wait I should probably slow down *continues liking/reblogging their work* okay,, now I really gotta stop *click* they might think I’m creeping their blog *click* wait- *click* shit- *click* well shit I fucking liked and reblogged their whole fucking blog. fuck.
me: i would like to write the smut now my brain: the land is a metaphor for will’s psyche me: okay but that doesn’t matter i just want them to bone my brain: his garden should be at least 2 acres… my brain: your grandma planted on 2 acres every summer but remember how much help she needed? my brain: is a 1,200 acre property too big? that seems like a lot. my brain: the size of this ranch isn’t sustainable without help me: …….. my brain: he sees an elk one day and it’s very significant
I am so sick of setlist bitching. I am so sick of setlist bitching. I. Am so sick. Of setLIST BITCHING
– spoken as someone who should probably stop visiting the boards and following certain accounts on twitter, but HONESTLY I’m seeing, like twelve posts about HERES HOW TO MAKE THE SETLIST BETTER; how about sit DOWN? “21 SONGS? HOW LAZY????”
Hey now buckos, I was in the Metallica fandom and we got like 18 or so songs sometimes and I felt fucking BLESSED for that even when I paid nearly 200
dollars to see them AND YOU BETTER BELIEVE MY LIFE WAS COMPLETE BY HEARING NOTHING ELSE MATTERS PLAYED LIVE. EVEN WITH PEOPLE ON FORUMS SAYING IT SHOULD BE DROPPED BECAUSE ITS BEEN PLAYED SO MUCH, ISN’T IT TIRED? ISN’T NOTHING ELSE MATTERS SO GODDAMN TIRED AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?
You know who it wasnt tired for? This sad little Australian who had never heard it played live and had been waiting all her life to hear it played live. You best believe I cried my ass off. And god, don’t even get me started on my reaction to Fade to Black. DON’T EVEN GO THERE.
But enough about Metallica, because you know who is happy with U2’s setlists? The thousands upon thousands of fans who have likely never seen them live or have but it might have been years ago, or it might have even been recent but still they’re going into these concerts thinking God when I hear them play One I’m going to cry, I know I am–because that song means the world to them–or God if they play SBS it will be chilling… I’ve been waiting ALL MY LIFE TO HEAR SBS LIVE IMAGINE FINALLY HEARING IT IN PERSON
PLAYED BY FUCKING U2 …that’s what they might be thinking. Maybe not that aggressivelike, but you know …
These concerts aren’t just for you, they who complain on forums after seeing your bands perform live oh so many times. They are for all of the audience. SO SIT DOWN, have a nice cup of chill your shit, and stop making countless threads about HERE’S WHAT U2 NEEDS TO DO TO FIX THEIR SHIT because you know, at this stage in their lives, I really do not think U2 need such helpful guidance. They’re doing juuuuuuust fine.
Also while we’re at it, lets stop talking shit about how MU-U-U-U-U-U-UCH Bono has aged in the past couple of years oh my god, hush the shit up, he looks great, and bitch even if he didn’t, you try breaking half your body in a devastating accident and see how you end up on the other side, after all that stress and pain and heartache you silly little wanks.
(this is not directed at anyone on here, you know I love you all, but I am tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired of hateraters)
okay you know what pisses me off? the fact that every other love interest kara has had, it has ended because of things that happen have even to her and mon-el
with adam, she didn’t think it was meant to be because they were always interrupted (via kidnapping or other means). with james, it was the same damn thing. they were getting interrupted constantly. that led her to think that the universe was telling her not to do it, that she wasn’t ready and needed to focus on her
now, i’m not knocking that. i’m knocking the fact that that same shit happens with mon-el. their first kiss was under a poison/drug induced mon-el who pretended it never happened. their other “flirtations” were interrupted or kara showed obvious disinterest. and their latest “thing” was interrupted again. but kara will bend over backwards to make this work, right? because he’s basic straight cis white boy #3 and that’s who she’s meant to be with because oh don’t the cw just love their basic white boys who give nothing to the plot but take everything from the leading ladies and the men of colour who should be getting the screen time (and the girl), and also the lesbians
“I don’t doubt that you can do all of this on your own,” he said softly, eyes focused on his feet or the tiny scuff mark her sneakers had left on the floor. “I know you can.”
His shoulders moved and she could feel him staring at her when he talked, hand tightening again – but Emma wasn’t sure if he meant to do that or not. “I care about you,” he said slowly after a few moments, voice measured, like he was focusing on each letter in each word, determined not to stutter over anything.
AN: Oh hai. You guys continue to make me blush with every single click and comment and reblog and it’s a lot and I can’t overstate how much I appreciate it. As always @laurnorder & @distant-rose are the absolute best for reading and creating and just general flailing.
this is for all the haters and everyone who doubts that ALL of bangtan absolutely adores jimin…ok basically this is shameless jimin/everyone appreciation.edit: part 2 here.
anyway, lets start with our charismatic leader kim namjoon-ssi;
joonie finds jimin absolutely adorable.
what about our oldest?
do i need to remind everyone how seokjin literally walked across the damn stage so that he can hug jimin bc he was hurting? like he went to jimin SPECIFICALLY for comfort???
do you SEE the way yoongi is looking at jimin?
describe that expression to me. hate? no? didnt think so.
like, do people need to be reminded how MUCH hobi ABSOLUTELY ADORES jimin?
i need to stop before this turns into a jihope post bc i could go on and on. lets move on to taetae;
find someone who looks at you the way taehyung looks at jimin.
seriously…look at taehyung’s look of absolute adoration. DAre to TELL me otherwise. you cant. since im jikook trash i would like to point out how jungkook is looking at jimin as well.also i had to stop myself from turning this into a vmin post.
i will shamelessly insert this gif every chance i get. fight me.
conclusion: everyone loves jiminie <3333
next up: probably thirsty!bangtan i really should be studying right now