i think it’s really cute how on some level we all kind of believe in magic. you can practically wish upon anything whether it’s a shooting star, a fallen eyelash, or even a dandelion. somehow kissing your true love is bound to save the day. cool rocks and flowers can be used for different kinds of magic. even just the concept of people who can conduct magic is adorable. the belief in magic is literally apart of everyday life whether you choose to see it or not and if that’s not the cutest shit idek what is
grumpy old man keith: no you don’t ‘still got it’ calm down lance, no one wants to see you break a hip trying to show off
old man lance: we’ve been married for over sixty years and you still think you’re better at this than me, unbelievable
keith: well my memory isn’t what it used to be but last time i checked, yeah
lance: oh please keith your stories are always so boring
keith: if by boring you mean factual, you can’t even tell it the same way twice
their grandkids: granddad, grandpa, can you please just get on with the story
lance: oh right, of course, where were we
grandkids: you were getting to the part where you guys formed voltron
lance: oh right!! (strikes a pose) so there i was, in the thick of it, the universe’s only hope, your favorite grandpa, a little more ripped and youthful than he is now but (dabs) it was me, nonetheless
i dont hold a grudge against my parents for the things they said about gay people when i was younger because they’ve both changed a lot and supported me immediately after i came out, but…… i really cant stress enough how deeply harmful it is for a gay child to grow up with parents who just assume their child is straight
it’s so so easy to see heterosexuality as the default and unwittingly disparage your children to their faces. it’s never YOUR kid that’s gay, it’s always your neighbor’s kid or your boss’ kid– when you’re ignorant and straight it’s easy to think that way. and i swear to god, my upbringing and my struggle to come to terms with being a lesbian could have been so much easier, soooo fucking different, if my parents had just every once in a while been aware enough to realize they might be talking to a gay child when they told me that: pretty gay women are a waste of beauty, gay relationships are something children shouldn’t be “exposed” to, gay people are “freaks,” and finally………… they’re glad their child isn’t gay because they wouldn’t want a loved one to have that burden.
and the thing is, overall, day-to-day, week-to-week my family was not overtly homophobic. those comments were spaced years apart, and usually gayness didn’t even come up in our household. but i fucking remember everything they said, every remark they made, because it made me panic and it made me deeply, deeply sad. i can forgive and move on from those moments, those pivotal moments when i was impressionable and vulnerable, but i can’t unhear anything that was said. and they can’t take any of it back. i have a great relationship with my parents now but that pain is still there, because that little 8 year old, 12 year old, 15 year old kid heard those things and absorbed them.
parents should always remember their kid is listening, and– SHOCK!– their kid isn’t necessarily straight!!!
ever since learning genji knows some of the kinjaz dances, it took me way back to when my cousins and i used to watch abdc religiously
so hc, the shimaboys most dEFINITELY watched americas best dance crew every week and would go out their way to copy some of the moves because ‘anija, WE are ninjas, THEY are ninjas, IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE’