the best thing about the it (2017) fandom is that there’s no shipping discourse. like, you ship stenbrough? fantastic. stike? amazing. reddie? sign me up, too. billverly? yes sir. kaspbrough? great. benverly? hells ya. just like, as long as they’re happy, we’re good with it
Okay so I’m guessing Matt is at least in his early 20s (probably between 20-22) and since he flirted with Allura that means she has to be over 18 since the Voltron writers wouldn’t have an adult flirt with a teen (if we’re going off the book then most likely 19 although she does seem older but 🤷♀️) so there shallura, mallura, shatt, etc. are NOT pedophile so please stop calling it that alright thanks :)
we know that pidge was just starting middle school in the flashback at the end of episode 2 of season 4 because she says that she has to go through middle school without Matt there (because he will be on the kerberos mission)
most middle schoolers start at age 11 (turning 12 during the year) meaning that in the flashback pidge would have been about 12 years old. in the pilot we learned it takes months to get all the way out to kerberos so that would have taken some time.
in the pilot we are shown pidge a year after the failed kerberos mission which would have been a year and some months after the flashback in season 4 allowing the time for the kerberos mission to launch, fail, and have a 1 year anniversary of that failure. therefor pidge would have been about 14 at the time of the pilot.
we also know that pidge is 15 now which means that in canon from the time of the flashback to season 4 pidge would have aged 3 years and matt would have aged 3 years as well.
with the assumptions that the garrison is a high school program, said high school program wouldn’t send a student who hasn’t completed the program on a mission, and that most high schoolers start at age 14 (turning 15 during the year) and graduate when they are 18, then when matt went on the kerberos mission he would have been at least 18 years old.
this is also supported by the fact that keith, hunk and lance are all 17/18 year olds and were still part of the program and keith was the top student in the class but still wasn’t chosen to go on a mission. none of them were. they were all still being trained in the pilot which leads to the idea that the garrison wouldn’t send people to space until they completed the program/graduated. so again matt would have been at LEAST 18.
if he was at least 18 when he went on the mission and 3 years have passed in canon since the flashback scene, that would mean that in season 4 matt would be at least 21 years old.
I’m not sure how some people find calm in meditation…any time I close my eyes and try to find peace I end up opening old wounds. I’m not hopeless though. Eventually I’ll find tranquility out there, & I imagine it’ll be…good.
this was written in like half an hour in because i was really digging 3 really cutesy songs and i felt bad that i hadn’t put anything out for petey boy in ages so?? it’s not really an imagine more a blurb sue me + the songs i was loving was toothpaste kisses by the maccabees, i’m yours by jason mraz & bloom by the paper kits
He was yours.
Cradle me, I’ll cradle you
I’ll win your heart with a woop-a-woo
Pulling shapes just for your eyes
The gentle hum of traffic through the crack of his bedroom
window, the buzzing of a radio slightly out of tune and the comforter that was
rich with warm beneath you—the things pulling you closer to sleep, keeping your
eyelids closed and your breathing deep.
But there was an odd empty space beside you that meant you knew
something was absent. Stretching out and feeling sleep begin to drain, your
eyes still closed, your fingers grasping the empty sheets gave you the answer.
With a yawn and a blink, you opened your eyes with a frown at the absence of
your boyfriend beside you in bed. But the confusion only lasted a minute before—
“Frick! Are you kidding me?”
With a clutter and a bang, you smiled as he made himself known
in the apartment, stumbling and noisy just like you were used to. Just how you
liked him. Pushing yourself up slowly, you let the final parts of sleep trickle
out of your system, another yawn passing your lips before you climbed to your
feet, wandering towards the cluttering sounds of your boyfriend with a lazy
And there he was. Swaying his hips to the tune on the radio in a
very inelegant way, tousled hair and barefoot — your Peter. He didn’t look
particularly angelic, no swift way he moved that captivated you, no halo of
light from the sun rays: all the reasons your heart couldn’t help but ache for
him. It was almost pathetic but you were sure you could have stay there
all day, watching Peter hum and dance half-heartedly as he cooked in the Sunday
So, with toothpaste kisses and lines
I’ll be yours and you’ll be
Peter turned, a smile already playing on his lips as he nodded,
letting you know the mug that sat on the counter was for you. Gleeful at the
thought of coffee, and your considerate and very kind boyfriend, you perched on
the barstool and wrapped your hands around the coffee. Peter smiled adorably at
you and the question of how you got so damn lucky, rang through your mind
again. Spinning back around, he shimmied the spatula under the pancake that was
currently cooking, subconsciously shuffling to hide the plate of burnt pancakes
Taking generous sips from your mug, you closed your eyes for a
moment: breathing in the morning. Opening your eyes, you gently set your cup on
the counter and took to your feet, stepping quietly closer to Peter. You felt
his chest rise in intake as you wound your arms around his middle, shifting so
he could grin down at you. Pushing onto your tippy-toes, you pressed a delicate
kiss to his jaw, watching as he smiled wider and turned to hide it, a slight
flush to his cheeks.
“You can’t hide from me, Parker.” You whispered and he turned
with an exaggerated roll of his eyes but lazy smile still present, hesitating
for a moment before lent the soft press of his lips against yours.
Lay with me, I’ll lay with you
We’ll do the things that lovers do
“The pancakes are gonna burn.” Peter mumbled absently against
your lips, his kisses not ceasing despite his own warning — he was too warm,
there was too much comfort in the tender kisses.
“You’ve already burnt six.” You quipped back, pulling back from
his intoxicating lips with a grin to let him know he hadn’t hidden his pile of
failed pancakes well enough and Peter smiled sheepishly, averting his eyes
“Mine?” The timid question escaping Peter, paralleling your own,
which couldn’t help but make the organ in your chest beat a little bit faster.
Not ready for ‘i love you’, it was his own way of questioning, of saying and
giving his love to you—hidden in his question and shy eyes, bitten lip.
ok but imagine modern!reddie and Richie always sends snapchats of him either lip - syncing to or just listening to music, and Eddie, each time he gets a snap with music in the background, will look up the words he could hear in the snapchat until he can finds the song, and then makes a whole playlist out of the songs from Richies snaps, and one day Richie and Eddie are just hanging out idk and Eddie tells Richie to play music off of his phone and when he goes into Eddie’s music he finds a whole playlist just dedicated to him called something like ‘my boy’s music’ or ‘richie’s music💞’ and his heart just gets all fluttery and he pretends he didn’t see it