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.
Let’s create an environment as fans where they feel free to break out of these without criticism; let’s allow them to be actual people, not caricatures they portray on camera.
I love that Seokjin can be really childish and immature. It makes him seem more real to me.
I love that Yoongi’s stoicism is a thin veneer masking deep vulnerabilities.
I love that Hoseok is so selfless, he will set aside his own desires and don a mask so that others are comforted and energized instead of daunted by the hard work that lies ahead of them. I love that all this hides his own insecurities, anxieties, and sadness.
I love that Namjoon’s fluttering hands give away his anxiety; his desire for contact tells me he needs more reassurance than he receives. I love that he plays with his members so lightheartedly, because it shows the boy he had to repress so he could lead.
I love that Jimin is a master contortionist, fitting himself into whatever form the audience wants that day. The world wants him to be cute, so he acts cute, suppressing his aggressive tendencies. The world wants him to be sexy, so he diets and disrobes. The world wants him to take care of himself, so he reassures them, “Yes, I am,” while he bends and bends and bends. When will he break?
I love that Taehyung takes his time thinking through things, and that he comes to his own conclusions instead of adopting whatever the status quo believes.
I love that Jungkook is always analyzing. He doesn’t speak much; he’s not articulate; it takes him a little more time to choose what he wants to say, the exact sentiment he wants to convey.
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
Headcannon request: a Ravenwood 'magic fair' like a science fair but with magic
(This is a really cool idea, oh my gosh.)
It started with a handful of storm students who needed extra credit.
In a fit of caffeine induced insanity, they decided to go above and beyond the simple requirements and hold a booth in Ravenwood showing off their projects and inventions.
The snowball started rolling when a myth student decided she would not be shown up by these idiots. She got permission for an extra credit project to do the same, because Cyrus Drake harbors a not-so-secret hatred for storm wizards (let’s be fair, he hates almost everything, but still).
Soon enough, it became a school wide event, students holding a week long festival with the sole purpose of showing off their improvements. Games and contests soon followed suit.
There are separate areas for each level of wizard, from the young Novices who bring childishly made crayon drawings to the Grandmasters showing off their ridiculously complicated spell casting.
It encourages the students to work harder, to try to make new things based upon their learning. Soon enough, the festival doesn’t fit in Ravenwood, and they move into the Commons because the area can fit more people. Some of the games that are traditionally played are so well liked that they stay year round, right on that hill overlooking the headmaster’s tower.
Years later in a staff meeting, Professor Greyrose comments on how the original storm students are graduated, and how large of a legacy they leave behind.
“Yes!” Professor Balestrom smiles wide. “It’s a shame they never actually had permission to set up that booth in the first place.”
Everyone realizes that technically most of the festivals are full of stuff no one in authority actually gave permission for.