I’ve seen posts about the paladins making up their own memes while in space, but I don’t think I’ve seen anything in regards to them referencing Earth memes and confusing the shit out of poor Allura and Coran.
*everyone hears about Hunk’s cooking at the space mall* *proceed to throw Gordon Ramsey jokes everywhere*
Pidge, running in circles: “WHERE IS THE LAMB SAUCE???”
Keith, holding Lance’s face between two pieces of bread: “What are you?”
Lance: “An idiot sandwich”
Shiro, squinting at a plate of food goo: “This goo is so green, it could be coming out of your nose.”
Allura and Coran: ??????
Lance, to Keith after an argument: “Catch me outside, how bou dat???”
Allura: “We’re in space please do not exit the castle????”
*Lance slips and falls on something*
Pidge: “I can’t believe Lance is fucking dead.”
Coran, befuddled: “He’s perfectly fine all of his suits functions show-”
*loses Keith in a crowd* *Lance climbs onto a chair*
Lance: “LANCE IS A USELESS, SEVENTH WHEEL”
Keith: “WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY”
Lance: “There he is”
Allura, to Hunk: “Do humans often scream self deprecating sentences over crowds of strangers?”
Allura, in the middle of a fight: “WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP”
*cue paladins singing “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley*
Allura: “We are in BATTLE”
Coran, discussing infiltration plans for Galra base: “And then Shiro and Keith will enter in through the main doors.”
Shiro: “One does not simply walk into a Galra base.”
Coran: “That’s…that’s what I just said. Were you not listening?”
Summary: After learning some unexpected news, Abby Griffin struggles to hold the weight of the world on her shoulders while the man she loves remains in Polis. Trying to solve the various problems related to nuclear radiation is one thing, but keeping a secret from Marcus - at least until he returns - is another.
A.K.A. - the babyfic no one asked for that I wrote at midnight one night and then decided to continue.
“Abby, you need to rest.”
Jackson’s suggestion was gentle but
firm, pliable but backed with steel. As a doctor she knew there was truth to
be found in it, and as an expecting mother she’d need to get her rest for both her
health and her child’s. It had become obvious after Jackson’s tests that she’d
no longer be adhering to her former “Chancellor Griffin” hours, burning the
midnight oil until only smoke remained at the rosy dawn of a new day.
Yet she couldn’t force herself out
of the med bay. Not yet.
“I’m fine, Jackson,” she insisted,
eyeing the datapad in her hands. But her statement wasn’t quite strong enough
to dispel her companion’s concern, nor was the yawn she tried to disguise only
moments later helping convince him.
“Abby-“ he started, softening his
tone even further, but she interrupted.
“Give me one more hour,” she said,
marveling at the ludicrousness of her situation. Not only had she gotten
pregnant despite her use of a contraceptive chip, but now she was arguing with
her assistant, on Earth, to let her have more time in Medical. And on top of it
all, they only had two months…
Her gaze trailed down to her mostly-flat
stomach, and she swallowed hard, shoving the bleak thought from her head. They’d
figure something out. There was still hope. And Luna’s blood had given them the
beginning of an answer, a few pieces to a puzzle they had yet to fully solve.
“Fine,” Jackson said, resigned.
“Doesn’t Kane usually radio you to say goodnight at midnight, though?”
Abby frowned, eyebrows drawing
together as she stared at rows of black numbers against a blindingly white
background. “How do you know about that?”
Jackson smiled. “Your mood improves
around eleven forty-five every night, without fail. John said he heard you talking to
him one morning, so I just assumed he contacts you before you go to sleep.”
“He does,” Abby said after a beat,
wondering how she and Marcus could be so discreet and yet so obvious. Part of
her thought that even if they could communicate telepathically, Arkadia would
somehow find out about it. Their private lives were never really private.
Jackson seemed to read her mind.
“Have you told him yet?”
For a moment, the room was filled
with the low beeps and faint humming of machines. Abby’s tongue felt like lead
in her mouth, her heart sinking lower and lower as if caught in a whirlpool.
“Not yet,” she said. “I didn’t hear
from him today. If we had talked this morning, I would have asked if he knew
when he was coming home.”
i really don’t get random guys who ask for nudes. like a) i did not give any indication that i was willing/prepared to send nudes, and b) do you realise that you can literally google “naked hot chicks” and get millions of results in seconds without needing to wait on me, a person who will never send you nudes, to send you nudes lmao
I’m confused abour why people hate Pete and Andre so much tbh. I can get Pete I guess? He’s an asshole at the beginning, definitely with everyone there, but then he proceeds to show concern, to look for his friend rather than getting himself (and his cameraman) out alive instead. Then after being captured he’s stabbed until he collaspes, but still finds the energy to literally fucking launch himself at someone about to attack Clancy and actually save said man’s life at the cost of his own.
And Andre? All he ever did was call out Pete when he was being a cunt, before getting impaled on a pipe. Literally that’s it.
Idk, I don’t understand the sins they committed I guess ???