idk-i-like-it

“What are you, a virgin?” Keith said, knowing full-well Lance had to be, if he was that desperate.

“Well what about you?” Lance retorted. “You lived in a shack in the desert! You have to be a virgin, too!” He crossed his arms in annoyance that Keith, of all people, was calling him out. Pidge adjusted their glasses.

“Virginity is a social contrust intended to demean women who have sex before marriage.” They stated, making both Lance and Keith turn towards them.

“Besides,” Hunk started, getting in between the Red and Blue Paladins before they could start fighting again. “I’m pretty sure the only person here who isn’t a virgin is Shiro.”

At the mention of his name, Shiro looked over at the group sitting at the table. “What?” He laughed a little. “Sorry Hunk, I’m in the same boat as all of you.” He said, and the group’s mouths dropped open.

“No way!” Lance exclaimed in disbelief. “There must have been people throwing themselves at you back at the Garrison!” Shiro rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about his answer.

“Well, getting intimate without being friends first is just weird, you know?”

The conversation moved to a different topic as Hunk was uncomfortable discussing their current father-figure’s sex habits, even if there were none to talk about. Allura turned to Coran in confusion.

“What is a ‘virgin’?”

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( @therealjacksepticeye)

I know it isn’t whats gonna happen at all, but imagine if in Infinity War, Vision learns to understand the mind stone (like he says he wants to in civil war), and that understanding leads to controlling it. Imagine him then using his mind stone to become one with all the infinity stones essentially acting as the gauntlet, and that is what allows them to defeat Thanos.

there are footprints giving you away,
echoes of your home
seeping from the soles of your feet.

this is not the way either of us
planned on coming here,
but the ties that bind
have knotted for the year
and perhaps- a lifetime.

the gun slips cold and free
from my hands
and you lift my laden fingers to your mouth.

i will draw your love from your lips (the blood will follow) // h.f.i.