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Mistake

Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Series: Vegas

Note: The moment you all have been waiting for… Hold onto your caps, people, because this one is a roller coaster.

Word Count: 3586

Warnings: Language, angst…no smut in this one, guys. 😳

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You knew you’d fucked up.

The second those words flew out of your mouth, your eyes shot open and your breath caught in your throat. You were quickly shaken from the spell Daveed had placed you under, and as reality settled in, you began to panic.

Without delay, you pushed Daveed off you and clambered off the bed. He was silent and you didn’t know if it was because he was in shock or because he was still coming down from his high, but either way, you knew you had to get out of there before he started speaking.

You were pulling your jeans on hastily when you finally spoke up. “I uh…I-I gotta go.” You said, trying to hide the fact that you were on the verge of tears. “It’s really late and I think I forgot to do something back home.”

“Y/N…” Daveed breathed softly, pushing himself up on his elbows to look at you.

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Neil Gaiman/Terry Pratchett’s “Good Omens” and the evidence that Destiel has always been real

I don’t know how many of you are fans of Neil Gaiman, but I’m sure you know how much the general idea for “Supernatural” and its plotlines was inspired by Neil Gaiman’s works. Like, his Lucifer is literally based on David Bowie (so yeah, Lucifer is a glam rockstar deep down); Tessa the Reaper looks a lot like Death from Sandman; Cain is a prominent character there; Abaddon’s look is suspiciously similar to WAR from “Good Omens”, SPN’s Death looks a bit like Famine in the same book - practically the whole Apocalypse in season 4-5 is based on the plot of that book. Sandman starts with a bunch of people summoning Death. And so on, and so on.

So, beware, because I will spoiler the shit out of “Good Omens”, but I would like to show you how I believe they always were very deliberate with Destiel from very early in the show. 

The two main characters in “Good Omens” are demon named Crowley (yes, our Crowley inherited his name) and an angel Aziraphale. They met in the Garden of Eden, where Aziraphale was practically Gadreel, guarding the gate, and Crowley was the snake. Unexpectedly, they became frenemies, and now, six millenia later, they are best friends officially, but most of the time they seem more like a very unusual married couple.

Crowley likes well-taylored leather jackets, wearing shades inside, and to drive his super cool, old black car. Most days he pretends that he is more of a badass than he actually is - demons don’t really respect you if you don’t show them your tough, smooth-talking facade - but mostly he would just like to travel, walk through a park, feed ducks, eat good food, drink wine, and talk for hours, with the angel Aziraphale - instead of doing evil hell business, ever. 

The cool image is everything in hell, but once his angel is in trouble, our demon has no problem running into flaming buildings, screaming his name like a crazy person, and falling apart when his angel seems to demise.

Crowley also listens only to “Best of Queen” while driving, because somehow all his tapes turn into the classic rock album when left in his car for longer than a fortnight (you think Dean has a similar problem, and all of his Taylor Swift tapes turn into AC/DC?) He has a soft spot for pot-plants, a nice apartment downtown, and he generally just wants a quiet life with his angel, far from the heaven or hell business.

DOESN’T HE SOUND LIKE SOMEONE WE KNOW?

Aziraphale is a badass angel when he needs to be, handling flaming swords and such, but on everyday basis he is an old-book lover who owns a little second-hand book shop in London. This beautiful description of him says it all really:

“Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Two of these were wrong; Heaven is not in England, whatever certain poets may have thought, and angels are sexless unless they really want to make an effort. But he was intelligent. And it was an angelic intelligence which, while not being particularly higher than human intelligence, is much broader and has the advantage of having thousands of years of practice.”

Yeah, except for the English part, this could be Cas. 

Aziraphale is the one who seems more gay in this odd couple, but Crowley definitely seems to be more openly emotional about his angel. When Armaggedon started to unfold, and everything seemed to go to hell (not literally, but almost), it is Crowley who calls Aziraphale a lot, and gets hurt when the angel doesn’t answer, or seems too busy to talk; it is Crowley who eventually loses his angel and tries to find him for several chapters, showing great emotional distress. Again, SOMEONE WE KNOW???

AND THROUGHOUT THIS WHOLE BOOK EVERYTHING IN THEIR EMOTIONAL STORYLINE STAYS IN THE SUBTEXT. Neil Gaiman said that it’s up to his readers to decide if the relationship is romantic or not - he only said it probably wasn’t sexual since angels and demons (ex-angels) are sexless. But you know, “unless they really want to make an effort”, so who knows? Anyway, we got a green light from the authors to ship them as husbands, so we do.

This has been, for the longest time, my biggest Destiel anchor in the sea of gaslighting from the cast and crew. Because Eric Kripke is A FAN OF THIS BOOK TO THE POINT THAT HE STOLE SEVERAL STORYLINES FROM IT. And the rest of the writers are too - the Megatron/Metatron joke in season 7 is also from it! And the whole Nephilim storyline.

You are not telling me that when you base your TV show on a book with a subtextual romance between an asexual angel and a guy in a cool, old, black car who pretends to be cooler than he is, and somehow your TV show seems to have a subtextual romance between an asexual angel and a guy in a cool, old, black car who pretends to be cooler than he is, IT’S A FREAKIN’ ACCIDENT! Because you know, accidents don’t happen accidentally.

I am POSITIVE they decided that Destiel was real the moment they realised Misha is not going anywhere, but they put it in the subtext for safety, and because that’s what Kripke saw in his favourite book. And no one will ever tell me it hasn’t been there since as early as the end of season 4. So, yeah.

Tomorrow: “Good Omens” and the Nephillim. Because the new writing crew are also fans of the book.

Second time out/back from seeing Beauty and the Beast **SPOILERS ABOUND**

(aka bear with me b/c this review is a week and a half late and I can actually comment on stuff I loved throughout it. It might end up being long af so I’m sorry in advance bc I talk about when everyone got cast too. This is probably filled with typos.)

PPS: I am the minority who loved it deeply, and don’t have nothing to complain about. Except a few words on the group of people who sat beside me tonight and would not shut up during Evermore and the transformation scene aka MY MOST FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS EVER)

So lets get down to it. I LOVED this movie the first time I saw it. As I have stated numerous times through tags. Ill be real here I was skeptical as hell about this being turned into a LA remake. But as the casting was announced my worries went away completely?

BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST WHAT A FABULOUS CAST! I don’t even know who to start with honestly? All of them ARE JUST SO GOOD???

We’ll just start with the most obvious choice (and the one who had the most flack after being cast)

And that is the absolute wonder and light of my life DAN FUCKING STEVENS

BECAUSE THIS GUY. OMG. ANYTHING HE DID IN THIS MOVIE JUST…BLEW. ME. THE. FUCK. AWAY??? And I’m just so grateful and forever indebted to him for bringing quite possibly the best reinterpretation of the Beast/Adam to life. Like honestly the Beast is my favourite character ever he has been since I was 5 and I just…NO AMOUNT OF WORDS COULD DESCRIBE IT. (actually I have TONS of words and i’ll get more into this later) but I’m moving on for now.

Emma Thompson I love Emma T so much I have since forever and she’s so charming and soft hearted as Mrs Potts. Say what you will about the accents used in this movie I loved that she was English….

And Luke Evans I knew about him prior to this and vaguely, through watching him in The Hobbit and that god awful movie version of the Three Musketeers (same can be said for Dan, b/c before I watched some of his other stuff I had only know him from Night at the Museum 3)

Anyway…

Luke brought such a great energy to this character and I loved how Gaston started out as an okay dude but slowly dissented into his villainy? The way he portrayed this was astounding b/c as soon as the script called for the change up he handled it with such ease? And wow I just love Gaston so much in this movie.

Josh Gad we gotta talk about FUCKING JOSH GAD I’m not getting into the knitty gritty of things since its not my place to comment on such but I LOVED HIM IN THIS ROLE SO MUCH MORE THAN I LOVED HIM IN FROZEN? He’s so hilarious.  AND HIS LINES WERE A+++

He just brought so much classiness to LeFou and he just made him so likable?  and the fact that HE FOUGHT TO KEEP IN THE SNOWMAN GAG FROM THE ORIGINAL VERSION. I honestly hope they give me all the deleted scenes from this movie.

FUCKING EWAN MCGREGOR AND SIR IAN MCKELLEN AS COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE I just WOW WHAT A GREAT ACTING COMBO (aka all ive ever wanted from the remains of my dull life.)

AND AUDRA MCDONALD AS GARDEROBE AND STANLEY ‘ACTUAL KING OF EVERYTHING HE IS IN’ TUCCI as a sassy piano THAT WAS LITERALLY CREATED FROM SCRATCH FOR HIM? (more on these two later as well because omg they are everything to me and stole my heart??)

AND KEVIN  FUCKING  KLINE omg I loved him so much in this movie just PERFECT honestly.

I’m trying to keep this short so I can move on to my next bunch of thoughts. And not just yap about the casting. (Bullet points listed below, bc I’m getting into the changes) And to begin:

THE SCENARY AND CGI IN THIS MOVIE WERE FUCKING ASTOUNDING? I DIED? IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, say what you want about what the beast looked like. Dan Stevens exhausted himself entirely for 2-3 months just to make the beast into a computer animated caricature. AND I LOVED THE ANIMATION ON THE CASTLE STAFF? I also really loved the backstories for everyone it just filled in so much that I found lacking in the original. Just everything that filled in all the plotholes were A++

  • THE PROLOGUE and it being narrated by the ENCHANTRESS.(Side note: I loved the technicalities and consequences with this new curse)
  • DAN STEVENS GRACING ME WITH HIS FAB TALENT AND NOT SAYING A THING DURING SAID PROLOGUE AND JUST LAUGHING EVILLY AND YET FLAWLESSLY GETTING THE POINT ACROSS THAT THE PRINCE BEFORE MEETING BELLE WAS AN ABSOLUTE PANSY ASS DICK? Also him in the black get up with the black swan make up?? a lookTM
  • THE CLOSE UPS OF GARDEROBE AND CADENZA AND THEIR LITTLE DOGGO FRU FRU BEFORE THE CASTLE IS CHANGED INTO OBJECTS?? THE FACT THAT FRU FRU IS THEIR DOG?  
  •  THAT WHOLE OPENING SEQUENCE IS INTENSE AS HELL
  • Omg when Gaston stepped on Belle’s cabbages THERE WERE LIKE 3-4 KIDS THAT GASPED. It made me smile omg.
  • When Maurice and Phillipe were heading out of town and in the woods heading to the castle. One child was like “aww look at the horsey” I mean…
  • WHEN MAURICE IS IN THE CASTLE AND MEETS CHIP everyone laughed like honestly I was blessed with actually being a a cinema room full of people that laughed and reacted to stuff b/c last week when I went there were crickets, some child mad an off hand comment later on in the movie when Beast invites Belle to dinner and he does the smileTM I kid you not I heard “look his tiny teeth” I love his tiny fangs so much hes just so awkwardly endearing altogether.
  • OKAY OKAY OKAY SO WHEN BELLE HEADS UP TO THE CASTLE TO FIND HER DADDO AND SHES AT THE CELL IM PRETTY SURE THEY PLAY THE SCORE TO EVERMORE? its like lowkey but I NOTICED IT AND IT WAS GLORIOUS.
  • all the songs in this movie and the additional lyrics woven into the film added 30 years to my life.
  • THE WHOLE “GASTON” NUMBER WAS FABULOUS AND EVERYTHING AND MORE ITS BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL VERSION THAT WHOLE MOMENT WHEN THEY BREAK TO CLAP AND STOP ON THE TABLE AND THE FACT THAT THE SCORE FOR THAT BIT SOUNDS LIKE A CAVALRY CHARGE AND THE WHOLE “SAY IT AGAIN” BIT AFTER THE “I USE ANTLERS IN ALL OF MY DECORATING” LINE.
  • BUT LIKE THERE IS MORE BECAUSE OMG THEY GAVE COGSWORTH STUFF TO SING DURING “BE OUR GUEST” INSTEAD OF JUST “SOMETHING THERE”. LIKE THE ONLY OTHER TIME HE SINGS IS IN THE ORIGINAL DURING “HUMAN AGAIN” I love the flawless smooth transition from SIR IAN MCKELLEN belting out the COURSE BY COURSE bit of that verse and Ewan being like ONE BY ONE immediately after? honestly I always fist bump during that moment when I listen to the soundtrack. AND THE WHOLE NUMBER IN THE MOVIE IS JUST SOO GREAT. I love my crotchety old clock and dramatically extra candlestick. the best BROTP.
  • Ok, so the people I sat beside started laughing during little Adam’s part in Days In the Sun and omg I was off hand annoyed because it ruined my chance to start the water works even though I still cried.
  • BEAST TRASHING ON ROMEO AND JULIET WILL FOREVER BE ICONIC to me I LOVE WELL READ BEAST SO MUCH I’m tired of the ‘but I wish he would have stayed illiterate’ statements.
  •  EVERYONE. AND WHEN I SAY EVERYONE I MEAN EVERYONE ERRUPTED INTO LAUGHTER WHEN BEAST HAULED THAT BIG ASS SNOWBALL AT BELLE’S HEAD.
  • ALSO any time Beast gave Belle his little smiles??? they were so pure and cute
  • So seeing this movie a second time the yellow dress discourse is quiet frankly ?? to me I loved it AND I LOVE THE FACT THAT DAN STEVENS MADE THE BEAST UTTERLY DISTRESSED OVER ASKING HER FOR A DANCE IN THE BALLROOM? (THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS)
  • LIKE…I JUST LOVE HOW MUCH LIFE AND PERSONALITY AND 3 DIMENSIONALISM HE GAVE HIM B/C I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS PORTRAYAL UNTIL IM DEAD AND IN THE GROUND.
  • Which brings me to the make up scene everyone laughed and I almost could not stop laughing at the scene change.
  • Emma Thompson’s version of Beauty and the Beast is so wonderful. I love it.
  • THE FIRST TIME I HEARD EVERMORE IN THE MOVIE I WAS STUNNED INTO SILENCE AND JUST DAN STEVENS AGAIN GRACING ME WITH SUCH RAW EMOTION AND TALENT. SIGH I JUST LOVE THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE, I WOULD HAVE LOVED IT EVEN MORE HAD I BEEN REALLY INTO THE SECOND TIME SEEING IT BUT ALAS THE PERSON BESIDE ME WAS LAUGHING AND I WAS JUST LIKE… RUDE. HONESTLY THOUGH THE PAIR OF PIPES DAN STEVENS HAS HE HAS SUCH A BEAUTFUL RANGE AND WHEN HE SINGS ANGELS DESCEND FROM HEAVEN, AND JUST THIS WHOLE FUCKING SONG GAVE ME THE LAARGEST EARGASM THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT. LIKE HONESTLY GOD BLESS ALAN MUSICAL GENIEUS KING MENKEN
  • Honestly everyone is at war against whether Josh or Dan’s version is better and I just prefer Dan’s version so much. I found Josh Groban’s version too slow even though he sings like an angel too.  
  • tt.tt  THE MOB SONG and the castle staff going up in arms was always my fave in the 90s version. And it did not disappoint.

Bullet points are done I am heading into paragraph summarizing my thoughts on the last 30-40 minutes. BECAUSE THIS SHIT WAS UNREAL, and HARROWINGLY DARK. AND I LOVED THESE CHANGES FROM THE ORIGINAL.

THE WHOLE CASTLE TURRET CHASE SCENE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I HAD MULTIPLE HEAR TATTACKSTHE FACT THEY SWITCHED UP THE HUNTING KNIFE AND REPLACED IT WITH A PISTOL that moment when the Beast gets shot oh god.

Like when Belle comes back and sees the Beast and he literally SHOUTS OUT HER NAME I am crying?? and deceased?? and then he gets shot 2 more times honestly this was equally amazing and heartbreakingly brutal.

And let me tell the whole concept of the castle actually breaking apart as the petals fall, that is just such a neat spin and I love it.


So like I said I found the twist with the curse fascinating because in the original the only thing it focused largely on was the Beast, Mrs Potts, Plumette, Lumiere , Cogsworth and FruFru. I LOVE THAT THE MOVIE CEMENTED AND ROUNDED ALL OF THE CASTLE STAFF AND GAVE THEM A LARGER SPOLIGHT THAN IN THE ORIGINAL LIKE THE CASTLE STAFF MAKES UP HALF OF THE CAST/CHARACTERS FOR THIS MOVIE. For the past week and a half people have said why was the inanimate scene so long and drawn out? Because the castle staff are the greatest and the only family the Beast has besides Belle that’s why… the end. Also I ship the hell out of Cadenza & Garderobe, Plumette and Lumiere AND MR AND MRS POTTS OMG.

THE WHOLE INANIMATION SEQUENCE HAD MY ENTIRE SOUL IN SHREADS, IVE ??? NEVER?? CRIED??? SO MUCH IN MY LIFE??? LIKE LUMIERE HOLDING PLUMETTE IN HIS ARMS AND SETTING HER DOWN GENTLY AND MRS POTTS NOT BEING ABLE TO GET TO CHIP AND CHIP ALMOST FUCKING BREAKING BUT THE COATHANGER CATCHING HIM THE LAST SECOND AS HIS SAUCER BREAKS?  CADENZA AND GADEROBE REUNITING AND HER TELLING HIM THAT HE IS BRAVE JUST BEFORE SHE FADES AWAY AND HIM BEGGING HER NOT TO LEAVE HIM?? I MEAN THAT IS THE TEXTBOOK DEFINIITION OF PURE AND UTTER DEVOTION RIGHT THERE FRIENDS.THE SADDEST THING ABOUT THEIR INANIMATION SCENE IS THE FACT THAT THEIR DOGGO FRU FRU BECOMES INANIMATE BETWEEN THEM. COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE SAYING GOODBYE. NEED I SAY MORE.

BUT THEN THE TRANSFORMATION SCENE HAPPENED AND I COULD NOT BREATHE I LOVEED HOW THEY FILMED THIS SCENE AND HOW EMMA AND DAN PLAYED THIS SCENE. NEVER IN MY LIFE WILL I LOVE ANYTHING AS MUCH AS I LOVE THIS SCENE.

Everyone is like “well why didn’t they say anything?”

I LOVED that HE DID NOT NEED TO SAY ‘BELLE, ITS ME?”

this iconic masterly filmed sequence only needed to be filmed with sheer BODY LANGUAGE, VISUAL EXPRESSIONS AND EMOTIONS COMING FROM BOTH DAN AND EMMA AND I JUST AM ASTOUNDED? EVERYTHING THEY FELT COULD BE SEEN BY THE AUDIENCE I FELT THAT SHIT DEEP IN MY SOUL AND IVE ANALYZED EVERYTHING LEADING UP TO THE KISS. FROM THEIR LOOKS OF DAZED WONDERMENT AFTER BEAST TURNS BACK INTO A HUMAN, AND HIS LITTLE HUFF OF RELIEF AFTER HE INTIALLY TURNS AROUND AND FACES EMMA, TO DAN’S HEAVY BREATHING, BELLE PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR AND HIM THREADING HIS FINGERS THROUGH HERS IN TURN? THE FACE TOUCH AS SHE IS LOOKING FOR ANY SIGN THAT THIS IS INFACT THAT GUY SHE LOVES?? (HONEST TO GOD THAT SHOT OF DAN HE IS ALREADY A BEAUTFUL GUY BUT HOLY HELL HE LOOKED SO GOOD IN THIS SCENE) THE CLOSE UP SHOT OF HIS EYES. HER RELIEVED LAUGH AND THE IMMENSE GENTLE CAUTION BETWEEN THEM JUST BEFORE THEY KISS AND THAT GIANT ASS INHALE DAN TAKES AS SOON AS THEY MAKE CONTACT ALSO MENTIONING THE FACT THAT ONCE THEY DO KISS HER HAND MOVES FROM HIS CHEST TO HIS WAIST.

THIS WHOLE SCENE IS LITERALLY THE LIVING EMBODIMENT OF THE PATRICK STEWART ACTING GIF

I LOVE THIS KISS SO MUCH HONESTLY ITS MY FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS.

The best was when they all became human again and reunited and were left with parting gifts from the curse. I laughed out loud when they showed Stanley Tucci with no teeth. 

UGH AND THE LAST SCENE WITH CADENZA BEING SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SMILING AS THE WIFEY IS SINGING again.

EMMA AND AUDRA singing the final number omg the whole coronation dance scene was everything. 

AND JUST THIS WHOLE MOVIE IS FABULOUS AND I NEEDED THE DVD TO BE RELEASED YESTERDAY.

Not Now

Who would have that that this is the way he would go?

It was a mission they could handle. They had been assured that many a time. So, why had it all gone so wrong?

-

Lance and Keith had been tasked in going on ahead to scope out the ship, and make sure that it was truly empty as they had assumed it to be.

But maybe that was their first mistake.

-

The two Paladins had realized things were too quiet when they had found there to be no traps whatsoever. There had to be at least some traps in all of this.

“Keith, i-it’s too quiet here. Something’s wrong here.” Lance whispered, body taught as he looked everywhere he could. Not having anything happen was worse than having something happen.

“Yea, I agree. Maybe we should - ” Keith would have continued, but a soft ‘woosh’ through the air next to his head alerted him.

“Shit - !” He wheezed, turning his head to follow the arrow-like object, only to see, in a sort of slow motion, the object make its way straight toward his partner.

-

The Blue Paladin had turned to see what had caught Keith’s attention, but felt the air rush out of him quickly.

He fell backwards, not quite able to tell what had happened. All he knew right now was that something hurt like the hottest flames of hell in his chest.

-

The Red Paladin ran for his fallen friend, sliding on his knees next to him. He picked him partially up gently, laying his torso in his lap as his eyes glanced from spot to spot over him.

“Lance, holy shit, are you okay?!” He breathed before his eyes came to rest on the arrow lodged deep into Lance’s chest. It had just barely missed its target - just slightly below his heart.

-

The edges of his vision were beginning to get hazy. He knew where he was - kinda - but thought it strange that it was warm.

Wait.

Floors are cold. So …

Ah.

He was in Keith’s lap. Well then. At least he was warm now. Screw cold floors, he liked this much better.

He heard mumbles. A voice? Oh, Keith. Right.

Dazed, Lance looked up at Keith, blinking before his vision cleared a little bit. He looked - scared? Were those tears??

-

Said Keith was in fact beginning to cry as he held Lance.

The arrow was too far in to try and get out without causing major bleeding. And he was afraid that if he tried to get Lance back to the castle to a healing pod, that it would take too much time.

But he had to do something. He couldn’t just let him die. Not now. Not in his arms.

-

The Blue Paladin could tell he was fading. His insides hurt way too much for there not to be something wrong.

“Keith?” He asked, his usually loud and boisterous voice now scarily quiet.

“Keith … am I - am I dying?”

-

“No. You’re not gonna die. I’m gonna get you out of here, safe, and very much alive.” Keith rattled off, glancing around to see what he could use to possibly help them.

And to his great luck, there was fucking nothing.

-

“Keith …” Lance whispered, even quieter now. The rest of his thoughts were interrupted by his own coughing, which led to blood coming up.

It splattered over his armor, the deep red a stark contrast to the slightly dirty and offset white it normal was. The blue of his symbol was tainted with the blood.

“K-Keith … I-I’m not gonna make it, am I?” He sighed, sagging a little as he began to accept his fate.

He was going to die here. In Keith’s arms. On a supossedly abandoned Galra ship.

What a boring way to go.

-

Keith felt his blood boil.

“Don’t you *dare* give up on me, McClain. I am going to get your sorry ass out of here, whether you believe it or not.” He spat, coming to the conclusion that it may have to be their best bet to just bring Lance back to the castle.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, okay? You’re gonna live, a-and, you’ll get to see your family again. Cuba, right? Veradero Beach?” Keith tried, hoping to instill some motivation into the fading Blue Paladin.

-

Wow, Keith was really pretty, wasn’t he?

“Keith, you have r-really pretty eyes, ya know that?” He pondered, voice barely there now. His eyelashes were fluttering as he fought to keep his eyes open.

But he just wanted to sleep. Sleep sounded nice right now. Maybe he could just take a little nap …

-

A blush filtered to Keith’s cheeks.

“Wh-What? What’re you saying right now?” He rushed out. He was getting worse.

Oh god he was closing his eyes.

“Lance. Lance, stay with me buddy. Stay awake for me, okay? Please.” He pleaded, gently tapping Lance’s cheek to try and wake him up.

-

Man, Keith was really warm. His hand too. Oh, that was nice.

He leaned into the touch, smiling softly as his eyes closed once more.

“Y’re s’ w'rm, Keith~” He hummed, voice unbelievably soft. He felt comfy, and safe.

He was always safe with Keith.

Always.

-

Keith could feel himself losing it. He was scrambling to keep Lance awake, but he knew it was a losing battle at this point.

“L-Lance, no. Come on …” He muttered, eyes wide as they began to tear up again.

He couldn’t lose someone else. Not now.

But it might be the sad truth at this point.

-

Lance’s vision was darkening. It had been, but now he could really tell. It felt like the lights had been turned out.

“Keith?” He asked, one last time, slowly curling into the warm chest plate of said Paladin. He winced at the pain in his chest deepening.

“Keith … tell my family I love them, 'kay? A-And the others. I -” More blood spit up, but more came with the hacks this time. His vision went darker.

“I love you, too.” He whispered, opening his eyes as much as he could to get one last good look at Keith.

The sleek black hair hidden under a helmet looked like the night sky. The violet eyes reminded him of a sunset on the ocean.

He reached a hand up, and cupped Keith’s face ever so gently.

“I love you.”

-

No. No no no no. No. He refused. He refused to have Lance die in his arms.

His breath hitched at the confession. God damn it. This idiot had the worst possibly timing.

“Lance - I … I love you too.” He choked out, tears coming full force now as he cradled Lance in his arms.

The tears stung badly, and he leaned into the gently touch, laying his own hand overtop Lance’s.

“Don’t leave me. P-Please.” He sobbed, tears now falling onto Lance’s visor and face as he wept.

-

Keith was so pretty. Even when he cried.

“I’ll see ya later, Keith. And then … th-then we can be together, yea?” He sighed out, his breaths more raspy and of less oxygen now.

He could feel himself going. It was … peaceful.

-

“S-See ya 'round, K-Keith …” were Lance’s last words before his body finally sagged, now lifeless.

Keith would never see those beautiful blue eyes sparkle as he talked about Earth.

He would never see that stunning smile take over when he looked at him.

He would never be able to kiss those plump cinnamon lips, and would never hear them utter those three words again.

-

No one spoke that night as Keith came back, carrying the fallen Paladin in his arms.

No one spoke of the tears running down Keith’s face.

No one spoke of the heartbreak they all felt.

No one spoke of how Keith cried himself to sleep, gripping an olive green jacket to his curled up form.

Never Have I Ever

(my first klance fic~ thanks to @kageyama-tobiyo for the encouragement!!)

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The last time the castle malfunctioned, its system had been poisoned by a Galra virus.

This time, it’s Pidge’s and Hunk’s fault. 

Keith stares at the crack between the floor and door, watching the frantic shadows run across the marble floor. There’s a vein throbbing in his forehead.

“Seriously, who thinks it’s a good idea to play with the castle’s systems while we’re trying to clean?!” Lance yells, smacking the door lightly. Keith can really only see his shoes; his eyes are still adjusting to the darkness. 

Outside, Hunk whines. “We’re sorry, man! We’re trying to fix it!” 

“Well,” Keith sighs, leaning against the wall, “At least there’s enough room for fresh air to get in.” 

Lance hums and moves away from the door. “Good excuse to stop cleaning, too.” 

Keith chuckles quietly. Lance smiles a bit as he looks around the room, searching the darkness. Boredom is already kicking in. Soon enough Coran will come back to check on their progress; he’s kind of looking forward to all the yelling that’ll happen. At least it’ll be entertaining to listen to.

“Hey.” Keith doesn’t respond, so Lance says, “Let’s play a game. Let’s plaaaaaay… Never Have I Ever!” 

“What’s that?”

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Merry Christmas, @omghoechlinplease!

It’s a quiet day– the best kind of day as far as Derek’s concerned. He’s settled on the couch, knee deep in the first half of next week’s required reading. His face is just barely out of range of a ray of sunlight that’s been steadily creeping across his living room floor towards him. In about twenty minutes that’ll become a problem, but for now?

Bliss.

The doorbell rings– probably the biography of Abraham Lincoln he ordered off Amazon. With a lazy stretch, Derek drops his book on the end table and gets up to answer the door–

–and the world spins–

–and he finds himself standing in a grimy, poorly-lit warehouse, staring down the barrels of at least six automatic rifles.

“Uh,” he croaks, hands twitching upwards on reflex, when someone captures his wrist in a vice grip and yanks. A rough voice shouts get down, dumbass! and he follows obediently, more out of shock than anything else. He folds his legs under him and throws himself to the ground behind some waist-high metal container, biting back a curse when he hits concrete elbow-first.

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Old Love.

- Bobby x Reader

- Angst, fluff

- An exhausted Bobby learns the hard way to be careful with what he wishes for. 

- Random drabble I forgot to post.

- Random S/O: @masual , @muujum thanks for the kind comments 😍😍😘

Originally posted by verygood-climax


The thunderous slam of the front door this late at night could only means one thing, an overworked boyfriend fed up with the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life. You understand his frustration of course, being worked to the bone without having a comeback in months would do that to even a saint. Adding the constant travel for show and lack of sleep had turned the boy with stars in his eyes into an insufferable grump. You never minded being his therapist, being the only person he could complain to without any filter. He’d often laid with his head on your lap, gritting his teeth angrily at one thing or another. You’d just let him talk with a hand smoothing comforting circles over his firm chest, melting his rage back into its cage. Some days he’d ask for your advice knowing just how unreasonable he could get, others, he simply needed a pair of ears. Although rare, sometimes the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life includes you. 

You hadn’t expect him tonight honestly, not after the blow out last night. Curl up in the cold king size bed that might as well have been two twin beds for the past week, you stay quiet, listening intently to any little sound coming from the living room. Jiwon loves skin-ship despite that tough macho image on SMTM and explosive stages of Ikon. He continuously expresses his displeasure in Hanbin lovey dovey gestures but you know for a fact he loves it. He just couldn’t get himself to let the poor boy knows he secretly revels in every moment because Hanbin being the cheeky monkey would never let him live it down. With you in the privacy of your shared apartment, there was not a second spent here that he didn’t have some sort of contact with your skin. You don’t even know what was the point in him buying a bigger bed when he cuddles up to you at night so close, you both use a mere 25% of the spacious bed. Lately however, he’d come home late at night when you’re already asleep and fall into slumber as far away from your body as possible. 

An exasperated groan follows by heavy footsteps yank you out of your reverie of happier time. He was searching for something and for the sake of your peaceful sleep tonight, you hope he finds it soon. Sure enough, a mere second later, the bedroom door swing open with a bang resembles much of the one earlier made by the front door. In burst Jiwon, eyebrows furrow and that sharp jawline clenches under what must be a raging storm. You wanted so bad to just run up to him as always when he gets home and envelop him in a big hug, telling him everything will be okay. Tonight, you don’t dare with the fury that’s flashing bright red on that handsome face. 

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Little things I love about Hamilton, in no particular order
  • The seamless transition between Winter’s Ball and Helpless
  • “Did you forget Lafayette?” asks Lafayette with his hair down
  • All of Hamilton’s monologue in The World Was Wide Enough
  • The strains of It’s Quiet Uptown that can be heard at the end of That Would Be Enough
  • Aaron “Talk Less” Burr going off at Hamilton in court “Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?”
  • Madison’s quiet, sobbed “Please.” after It’s Quiet Uptown
  • “Daddy’s calling.”
  • “Call me son oNE MORE TIME!”
  • All of Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story
  • “Oceans rise, empires fall”
  • The overlapping melodies near the end of Nonstop, all coming to a head under Washington’s refrain of History Has Its Eyes On You
  • “I’m not hear for you.”
  • “Where have  you been?” “Uh, France.”
  • Farmer Refuted, aka Hamilton thinks you can shut your fucking mouth you dumbass
  • Burr somehow being surprised that Hamilton shows up to his house in the middle of the night
  • “Meet me inside.”
  • “Geoooorge Washington!”
  • All of It’s Quiet Uptown
  • “Washington cannot be left alone to his devices.
  • “You must be out of your goDDAMN MIND”
  • T Jeff’s smug ass during The Reynolds Pamphlet
  • “Siddown JohN YOU FAT MOTHER-”
  • “Aaron Burr, sir” with every single meaning it has throughout the show
  • The transition between Hurricane and The Reynolds Pamphlet
  • “You don’t have the votes”
  • The transition between Aaron Burr, Sir and My Shot (that brought tears to my eyes the first time i heard it without youtube loading and every time since)
  • “I’ll show you where mY SHOE FITS”
  • “John Adams shat the bed”
  • “That’s an order from your commander.”
  • “The fact that you’re alive is a miracle” 
  • The fact that Hamilton literally threw away his shot during his duel with Burr
  • Phillip’s heartbeat during the Stay Alive reprise and it’s subsequent faltering and fading away
  • The less sad fact that Burr killed Alex because he couldn’t stop talking shit
  • A. Ham basically telling Burr that he wasn’t sure which bout of shit-talking Burr was referring to during Your Obedient Servant, but I meant every single one of them
  • Alexander “will destroy everyone including myself” Hamilton making that name true during The Reynolds Pamphlet
  • Both Burr and Ham sound like they’re gonna cry a little during Dear Theodosia
  • Aaron and Alexander’s intricate relationship, constantly flickering from sibling to foe to friend 
  • “ ‘President John Adams’, good luck!”
  • Burr’s awe and bitterness in The Room Where It Happens
  • “I arranged the menu, the venue, the seating.” for three people
  • Anthony Ramos plays both Hamilton’s boyfriend and his son?
  • Take A Break, also called Eliza’s Pretty Sick Of Your Lame Excuses, Spend Some Time With Your Fucking Family
  • “I know I don’t deserve you Eliza”
  • “There you are an ocean away, do you have to be an ocean away?”
  • Guns And Ships, all of it
  • Actually, all of Lafayette
  • “John Adams doesn’t have a real job anyway.”
  • Best Of Wives And Best Of Women, aka Alex Acknowledges That Eliza Is Way Too Good For Him
  • “Southern, motherfucking Democratic-Republicans!”
  • Jefferson and Hamilton are literally always ready to fight
  • Also every single one of Jefferson’s lines
  • everything
  • i love everything
  • i’ve been thinking about this list for almost twelve hours
  • i love this show
  • shout out to Lin Manuel-Miranda for making me obsessed with some old dead dude who literally never stopped talking and also happened to help found the country and set up the basis for our monetary system

Prompt from klance-o-matic

Keith and Lance have been flirting unconsciously in the form of relentless competition for months. But when it goes to far and Keith gets hurt, Lance begins to question his feelings for him, realizing he might just loose the love of his life.

I hope this turned out how you wanted :’’)


Lance couldn’t remember when the competition went from simple, almost playful challenges to this.

He grunted at the feeling of the hilt of Keith’s bayard slammed into his gut, sliding backwards and letting out a slightly strained breath.

The two ‘trained’ together often and usually, one of them would end up with some kind of injury that would lead to the others scolding them for it. Lance and Keith were both used to it and it actually made them stronger, they got used to pain so it was easier to keep fighting on when going against the galra.

Lance raised his rifle, shooting at the Red Paladin and grunting when he blocked the shots with his shield, moving when he charged towards him. The Cuban has always been quick, though now he was getting faster from having to dodge Keith’s hits. Just as they were getting into the training, Shiro’s voice snapped them out of it.

“Both of you, knock it off! We got a distress signal, come on.” He ordered before heading for Black’s hanger. The teens looked at each other slightly before both took off to their lions.

“This isn’t over, Kogane.”

“Of course it’s not, McClain.”


How had they managed to drag their competition into the mission? They weren’t sure which on of them had started it, but now they were trying to see who could take out more robotic sentries than the other. At that moment, they were back to back, soft pants leaving both teens as they stared at the sentries around them.

The mission was supposed to be simple, they were just going to free some prisoners and then get out of there. They didn’t know that there were so many sentries, robotic and living, guarding the place. Pidge and Hunk were distracting anyone outside the ship while Shiro, Keith, and Lance infiltrated it. The Blue and Red Paladin decided to distract the guards while Shiro went and freed the prisoners and they were quickly beginning to regret it.

“You keeping up, Keith?” Lance panted out, grunting when the sentries’ shots hit his shield. He looked back at the other and felt an odd sense of worry for the other at how exhausted he looked.

“Of course I am.” The other growled out, clenching his fist and looking back at Lance slightly. The marksman had his bayard out once more and was returning fire at the sentries, his skill showing with how he took down many of the robotic sentries. Keith turned back around and began to fight the sentries on his side once more, trying to push down the concern he felt for his teammate.

“Both of you, back to your lions! The prisoners are with me!” Shiro’s voice came over the comm, snapping them out of their fighting daze. They looked at each other and nodded slightly before both took off towards where their lions were waiting for them. Lance would turn around while they ran to shoot at the sentries behind them while Keith would take down any that were in front of them. Their numbers seemed to go down, much to the paladins’ relief, and then were finally able to put their bayards away.

Of course, they should have known things wouldn’t be this easy.

They skidded to a stop at the sight of living as well as robotic sentries guarding their bubbled lions, bodies tensing as they sentries drew their guns. Both paladins brought their bayards back out, glancing at each other.

“Whoever gets to their lion first gets first servings of whatever Hunk makes tonight.” The Blue Paladin felt butterflies in his gut at the smirk that found its way onto his teammate’s face.

“You’re on.”


“Dammit, Keith, move!” Lance yelled, eyes following the last sentry as they fought the Red Paladin. They had taken all of the other sentries out, leaving them with one last living sentry. Sadly for them, it was one of the living sentries, so the galra actually knew how to do things better than the robotic sentries did.

“No! I got this!” Keith snapped over his shoulder, using his shield to block the shot before moving to block the sentry’s shot. Deep down, he knew this was ridiculous, he knew he should just let Lance take the shot, but his competitive side won over as he tried to take down the sentry.

“Keith!”

“What is going on over there?!” Shiro’s voice came over the comm, snapping Lance out of his concentration and making him let out a frustrated growl.

“Keith, fucking move!” Lance snapped, tightening his hold on his bayard. His stomach churned when Keith had turned to face him, lips parting in a yell he hadn’t gotten out before the sentry had let out a stream of shots. Violet eyes widened as the shots connected with the middle of the Red Paladin’s back, a choked sound leaving him.

Keith.

Lance watched his teammate fall to his knees, pupils dilated.

Keith.

His finger twitched on the trigger before the Blue Paladin let out an angered yell and began to shoot at the sentry, only stopping when Red had powered up and brought her large robotic paw out to smack the sentry across the room where they laid, completely still. He let his bayard disappear and scrambled to the other, who’s chest was heaving.

“Keith? Keith, I’m gonna pick you up, okay?” Lance tried to keep the panic out of his voice, blue orbs wide as he stared down at him. Keith’s nod was shaky, but it was enough. Lance was careful as he hooked his arm underneath his knees and moved behind his back. He tried to block out his friend’s pained sound, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

“Lance, what happened? Where’s Keith?” Shiro’s voice echoed through the comm just as Lance climbed into Blue. He kept the smaller male on his lap, keeping him supported as he left the large station, Red on his heel.

“He’s hurt, bad, have Coran ready a cryopod and hurry.” He heard Shiro’s voice shouting out orders, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He was pretty much letting Blue fly herself, eyes glued to Keith’s face. The younger’s chest was heaving, his body trembling in the Blue Paladin’s hold. “Don’t you dare die on me..” Lance had murmured, hearing Shiro’s murmur of ‘Lance’, though not thinking anything of it. All that matter right now was Keith.


Lance’s eyes were glued to the cryopod that Keith was in, not looking away from the other’s face. He could hear the others talking behind him, but their voices seemed muffled. He couldn’t focus on what they were saying and by the looks they would send him when he’d glance at them from the corner of his eyes, they knew.

“Lance?” Shiro’s voice was cautious as the older male approached, placing his flesh hand on the smaller male’s shoulder. Concerned pooled in his gut when Lance didn’t answer him and he gently squeezed his shoulder, trying to look at him. When he finally turned his attention from Keith to their leader, there was a distant look in his eyes.

“I could have lost him today, Shiro…” His voice was quiet as he stared up at the other, blue orbs finally focusing. Shiro had parted his lips when Lance spoke once more. “I could have lost him and it’s all because we’re fucking children who don’t know when to keep personal shit out of the missions!” Lance’s voice slowly rose in volume as he spoke, gaining the others’ attention. There was a pained look in his eyes as they glossed over with unshed tears. Something in the older male’s chest clenched and he wrapped his arms around the shaking paladin, holding Lance’s smaller form close to his chest. A broken sound fell passed the cuban’s lips and he pressed into Shiro’s hold, letting his tears fall freely.

“He’s going to be okay, Lance..” The Black Paladin murmured into his hair, hand rubbing small circles into his back.

“I can’t lose him, Shiro..” The teen whimpered out, hands clenching the older male’s shirt tightly. Shiro let out a soft sigh, tightening his arms around him slightly.

“You won’t..”


Lance rarely left the med bay, only leaving when either Hunk, Shiro, or Pidge made him leave so he could eat and sleep that night. When the others had woken up, they found Lance leaning against the cryopod Keith was in, soft breaths leaving him as he slept against the freezing cold metal.

“He cares about him more than he lets on..” Allura had commented, arms crossing over her chest as she stared at the scene.

“Of course he cares about him, he loves him.” Hunk stated matter-of-factly, just as Lance had stirred awake. His best friend let out an affronted squawk of denial, startling the others, but making them laugh. Despite how he denied it, deep down, Lance knew it was true.


When Keith had fallen out of the cryopod that morning, sometime after breakfast, he collided with a hard chest. Two slim arms wrapped around his waist tightly, holding him upright as a relieved breath left the person holding him.

“You’re finally up.” Keith’s body tensed at the sound of Lance’s voice, the words being murmured into his hair. He squirmed slightly in the arms around him, but the larger teen only tightened them around him slightly. “You know, I was worried about you..”

“Lance..?” Keith’s voice was slightly strained as he hesitantly looked up at him. Lance finally looked down, blue orbs meeting confused violet eyes, and the Red Paladin’s heart clenched. Lance’s expression was soft, he had never looked at him like that before, and it sent butterflies all through him.

“Never do something dangerous like that again, idiota..” The older male’s voice was soft, arms finally loosening around the smaller male. Keith stared up at him for a long moment before nodding slightly, a shaky breath leaving him.

“I…okay..” He breathed out, his mind only just now processing just how close Lance was to him. If the Red Paladin really wanted to, he could lean up that small distance to press their lips together. Would that be a good idea, though?

Lance beamed down at him, the smile making Keith’s heart hammer away in his chest. The feeling of lips against his forehead brought heat up to his cheeks and he was quick to look down so the other wouldn’t see it. A quiet chuckle rumbled from Lance and Keith could feel it through his chest and wow, has he always had such a hard chest-

“Keith?” The younger snapped out of his daze and he looked up at him. Another soft chuckle left him and a small, amused smirk curled his lips upwards. “I said, do you need some help getting to your room?” Keith hesitated for a moment before looking off to the side slightly.

“I dunno, maybe?”

“‘Maybe’ is not a good answer.”

Keith had parted his lips to ask what he meant when he was quite literally scooped up. He let out a fairly loud yelp of surprise, arms flying around his teammate’s neck. Lance just snorted before leaving the med bay to take Keith to his room. When they had passed Shiro in the hallway, Keith tried not to think anything of the small curl of his friend’s lips, instead just looking up slightly at Lance.

He has a pretty face.


After the galra incident, Lance all but refused to accept any competitive idea Keith dropped whenever it came to fighting. It confused the younger teen, but he tried not to push too hard. He also seemed far more protective over the Red Paladin nowadays, trying his hardest to protect him during missions.

It was on this day, after a long mission that left all of the paladins tired, that Keith finally decided to confront his teammate.

“Lance?” Keith’s voice was quiet as he entered the other’s room, eyes scanning the room. His eyes landed on a lump beneath the blanket, hiding from the light that was coming in from the doorway. A tired ‘what’ left him, prompting Keith to come further into the room. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.” The tired male murmured, finally moving the blanket enough to look at his friend. Keith’s breath hitched, eyes taking in the Blue Paladin’s appearance. For once, Lance’s hair was a mess and his eyes were barely open, just a slimmer of blue able to be seen.

He was cute and Keith didn’t know how to handle that.

“I, uh…wanted to know why you keep…protecting me?” His voice grew quiet, though it was obvious that the other had heard him with how he snorted, rolling onto his side so he was facing him better.

“What, can’t protect the person I love?” Though Lance’s voice was slightly slurred from how tired he was, there was a sincerity in his voice and eyes that hit Keith deep down.

“The person you love..?” His voice was quiet as he took a step closer to the half-asleep male, tensing ever so slightly when Lance reached out and took hold of one of his hands.

“Mhmm..” Blue eyes closed and Lance tugged on Keith’s hand ever so slightly before his hold became loose as he dozed off. The Red Paladin stared down at him for a moment before smiling softly, gently squeezing the sleeping male’s hand. He was careful as he moved to sit beside Lance, letting the older male move closer to him, a content noise leaving the Cuban.

“I love you, too, Lance..”

When the others checked in on them, they decided not to ruin the sight of the two of them sleeping, all curled up in each other’s arms.


yaayyy, i finally finished a prompt

dunno if this is how you wanted this to turn out, but thanks for the prompt :’)

Amends (part four) finale

Carter Baizen x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing, abduction.

A/N: last part! It gets a bit real and kinda sappy. Hope you enjoy it! x

This is what you get for coming back to the upper east side. This is the shit you get in to for coming back to this cesspool of goddamn degenerates.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry..”

“Carter.. please don’t”

“Shit.. fuck, no, I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me”

“Stop it, Carter..”

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A New Friend

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes
Warnings: this revolves around Y/N having social anxiety, there’s a panic attack, and light cursing
A/N: I personally do not have social anxiety, so I’m basing this off of what I’ve read and heard from my friends. If I got this wrong I’m very sorry, but I hope you enjoy it!
Word count: 1642

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“Hey, Bellamy, is that group back from the hunting trip yet?” You hear one of the delinquents ask. You already know the answer. No, they’re not. If they were, your best friend Alex would have already run up to you to tell you all about the adventures he had while venturing past the almost finished walls.

You’d been friends with him since you were both children on the ark. The two of you had been neighbors. It’s always been hard for you to talk to people and put yourself out there, but with Alex everything just seemed to naturally flow between the two of you. Alex was great at making conversation, but could also enjoy the silence you two shared when you just didn’t know what to say. He understood how hard it could be for you to talk sometimes. At one point your social inefficiency worried your parents so much they took you to see Dr. Griffin. She came to the conclusion you had social anxiety. She wanted to give you medication, but couldn’t due to the fact that it wasn’t a life threatening disease. You would just have to deal with it.

So that’s how your life proceeded on the Ark. You kept to yourself during the day at class, but when you got back to your room you finally came out of your shell around Alex. He was, and still is, your anchor. Everybody thought you were weird, treated you like an outcast really, because of how difficult it was to talk to them. You have no idea how you would have gotten through everything life has thrown at you without him. He’s been there for you through it all– your mom getting sick, you getting arrested after you tried to steal medicine for her, her dying, and he even got himself arrested so you wouldn’t be in the Sky Box by yourself.

Then it all seems to come crashing down around you, as you stop reminiscing. They weren’t back yet. They’d been gone since morning, and right now the sun was on the verge of setting. This wasn’t good. Something must have went wrong, but what? Did they get lost in unknown territory by accident? Did grounders attack them? Your mind was racing, heart beating so fast you thought it was going to burst out of your chest.

You leave your job of sorting food, walking toward the drop ship. Once you’re inside you find a corner, and proceed to let the panic attack you’re having consume you. Your back is pressed against the wall, knees drawn to your chest, and arms hugging yourself as tight as you can. Deep breaths in and out, you think. That’s what Alex would always tell you when you got like this. It was no use, everything seemed to be spiraling out of control in your head. Tears started to roll down your cheeks, oh god, what would you do without him? He’s been your only friend for years, the only person who knew that you could be loud, funny, and even sarcastic. There’s something, or someone, making noise but you can’t focus on it. You feel yourself floating, no longer having your anchor to tie you down. Suddenly, a hand was on your shoulder.

Murphy’s voice wafts through the air into your
ears, “Are you okay?”

That was weird. Murphy never gave a shit how other people were feeling. He was always yelling at people to get back to work, no matter what injury or illness they had acquired. For a second you wonder if you should say yes, but then he’s going to make you go back to work and you can’t in the condition you’re in. You shake your head side to side signaling no.

“I’ve been trying to ask you what’s wrong,” he says, still crouching next to you, with a hand on your shoulder. He must have been standing there for awhile, that’s the murmurs you pushed to the back of your mind. You keep expecting him to raise his voice at you, or spew derogatory comments your way. He doesn’t. Instead his voice is gentle, fingers drawing light, calming patterns where his hand is.

“A-Alex,” is the only world you’re able to get out of your mouth. Your breathing is still erratic, it’s calmed down since Murphy has given you something to think about other than your dark thoughts.

“Oh, the dude you’re always with. He’s on the hunting trip, right?” The first sentence he says sounds, disappointed? That can’t be right, why would Murphy, of all people, be disappointed you were worrying about your best friend.

“T-they’ve b-been gone, for a really lo-long time,” you stutter through the sentence, tears slowly stop falling from your eyes.

“That’s what you’re freaking out about? Y/N sometimes hunting trips take longer than half a day. Besides, they’re probably on their way back now with a huge amount of game,” he lowers himself next to you. His arm makes its way around your shoulders, so he’s pulling you into his side.

“You think so?” You whisper, looking up at him.

“I know so. So, stop worrying about your boyfriend, everything’s going to be okay.” His hand tightened the tiniest bit when the word boyfriend left his lips.

“Alex isn’t my boyfriend,” you tell him, glancing at him with a confused expression across your face.

“Okay, then what do you two call what you’ve got going on? You’re always with each other, and you only talk to him. It’s obvious you two have something going on behind closed doors,” Murphy explains as his signature smirk crosses his lips. You nudge him lightly, in a joking manner, with your shoulder.

“He’s my best friend, and I talk to only him because I’m bad with people. I want to have more friends but, I can’t. I freeze up when I talk to people,” your voice gradually gets quiter as you speak. You’ve been wanting to tell people that for years. You want them to know you’re not judgemental, just scared.

“Well, you’re talking to me. Actually, I think this is the most I’ve ever heard your voice. Ya know, for awhile I thought you were just a bitch that thought she was too good to talk to us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s because you were raised on alpha station. Your dad was a doctor, and your mom had a good chance of becoming chancellor in the future. There was no reason to dig deeper. Why would someone who’s always had it all want to associate with the good for nothing kids who’d committed crimes?” Murphy leaned his head back against the wall, eyes aimed at the ceiling. You saw his jaw clenching, he had hated you, you realize. The anger in this boy was monumental, the pain he held was just as large, but hidden.

“I don’t think that.” He looks over at you, your eyes lock. “That you’re good for nothing, or that I’m better than you. I kind of envy you actually. You can talk to people. Yeah sure, you mostly insult them, but I can’t even get a measly ‘hi’ out most of the time. Plus, some of you are here for the same reason I am, trying to help someone you love. And that’s not a crime.” Your speech comes to an end, and Murphy has gotten closer to you. His expression was calculating: watching the way your face moved as you talked, listening to the conviction in your tone, being aware of how close your bodies really were.

“Wow, that’s bullshit,” you can’t help but deflate a bit at his words. “You don’t envy me, just the way I communicate. Trust me, my life isn’t rainbows and butterflies. Also, if you haven’t noticed, you’ve been talking to me just fine for the pas-” Murphy’s sentence gets cut off.

Someone is screaming about how the hunting party is back. Before you can think you’re on your feet ready to run to them. You stop in your tracks, right as you were about to sprint, and turn to Murphy. You look at him for a moment, you wonder if he’s going to go back to the boy you thought you knew before this conversation. That is unnecessarily cruel, but now you know there’s some part of him that cares about others. Sure it might manifest in, unusual ways, but none the less it was still there. You take a chance, you hold out your hand offering to help him up.

“Well, are you coming?” You ask shooting him a small smile. He looks shocked for a second before concealing his emotions. He takes your hand.

“Don’t think this is going to get you special treatment, Doll,” he says slinging his arm around your shoulder before steering you two out of the drop ship.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” your voice is quiet, only he can hear your words. You don’t want to draw attention to the two of you, knowing what they’ll say. All caution is thrown into the wind when you see Alex. You run to him, engulfing him in a giant hug.

“Don’t ever leave me like that again,” you mumble, your face pressed into his shoulder.

“I won’t, I won’t. Now, what was that about?” Alex asks, head motioning over to the spot where Murphy stands. Once he notices the two of you looking at him, he diverts his gaze to the person next to him.

“We just talked,” you say with a smile.

“You? Talked? With someone besides me? And Murphy no less?” Your best friend continues to rattle off questions. All you can do is answer them one at a time while thinking about what this might mean, have you added a new friend to your list? Hopefully, you think.

School AU Prompts (based on my experiences)

* “A bird flew into the classroom and our teacher who is very afraid of birds is screaming and diving behind us to seek shelter” au

* “We’re playing field hockey and you hit the ball so high that it hits me in the face, but I’m fine and keep playing and two minutes later you’re screaming at the blood on my face and oh that’s unfortunate” au

* “We both have transparent rulers and we’ve never spoken before but you find this to be the perfect opportunity to start talking to me. Really? This of all things? Matching rulers?” au

* “You asked me if I was emo and Christ, that’s the third time I’ve been asked that today *deeply inhales* BOI” au

* “I have a love for learning French and am determined to be the top student but your first language is closely related to French, so the subject comes naturally to you bUT YOU SLACK OFF AND NOW WE HAVE AN UNSPOKEN RIVALRY” au

* “I’m not athletic and get nervous real easily so instead of participating in gym, I keep scores. While your team switched places in volley ball you whisper to me to sneak your team a couple points and I’m too awkward to realize it was a joke and you have to stop me” au

* “You’re the top student in chemistry, but you often get lazy on homework and I’m failing, but when the teacher says I was the only one to have a perfect score on a test, we all get a taste of your petty side” au

* “I blank out during a test, but you mistake it for me not knowing the answer so you whisper the answers to me. I thought I was hearing things, but I hover my pencil over the letter you suggested and you whispered ‘yes that one’ damn I’m gonna ace this” au

* “We have an assignment to write a bunch of poems in English class and I got too into it, so you gawk at my four page poems making me uber uncomfortable” au

* “I know jack shit about this subject, but I’m well versed in random 80’s pop culture, so when our nostalgic teacher tries to make references so we can understand the material, I’m the only one who gets them and you think it’s because I failed the subject so many times that I lived through the references” au

* “I have my head leaning on my fist and crack my knuckles against my chin, but you can’t figure out where the noise is coming from and I have to hide my laughter.” au

* “I started daydreaming and forgot to pull out my work, so the teacher asks me about it and I panic saying it’s already finished. You and your friends start getting loud, so the teacher points to me and says to follow my example and don’t you give me that look” au

* “You teach me phrases in sign language, so when you start talking during a lecture, I sign to you to stop talking because I didn’t want to be caught talking and somehow I’m still the one who got in trouble” au

* “You start off singing 'let it go’ really quietly and progressively get louder until you’re standing and doing the moves and- wait, now you’re sassily walking out the door and is the teACHER SERIOUSLY JUST GONNA LET YOU LEAVE?” au

* “Another fight broke out and a rumor started that it was over buttpads and you keep reminding people. It’s my third class of the day and I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR THE WORD 'BUTTPAD’ ONE MORE TIME” au

* “You just waltz into the band room where me and all my friends hang out in the morning and offer to read a fanfiction you wrote about two of the teachers” au

* “I misspoke and accidentally said something that sounded like a pimp name so I shouted 'if anyone is in need of a pimp name, I just came up with one’ and without missing a beat, you said 'your offer intrigues me’” au

* “I stuttered over my words and accidentally said something really bad and you were the only person who I could convince to punch me and now you feel really bad, it’s okay, my bruises heal quickly, I had it coming, here’s three dollars” au

* “I have nothing to do until play practice which is hours later, so I hide in a storage closet and you’re the one to find me while searching for your tuba” au

* “You think you’re some fancy salesman, selling useless car parts and junk from the streets, but hey I guess the jokes on me, I bought an antique, broken street light glass off you for fifty cents and now I have to carry it around all day, using it as a paper weight” au

* “We share the same birthday and I sit directly behind you in class and one of your friends says 'happy birthday’ to you and now every. single. person is now wishing you a happy birthday, including the TEACHER and not a soul says it to me I MEAN SERIOUSLY THEY ANNOUNCED BOTH OUR BIRTHDAYS ON THE LOUD SPEAKER THIS MORNING” au

* “The teacher is speaking with someone and we hear them point out that we’re the only two people with curly hair in the class and you turn to me and say 'there can only be one’” au

* “We both have a cold and have to sniffle frequently, and we accidentally got the whole class sniffling as a joke and- hey buddy, you started it” au

* “I’m quiet in chorus but when we have a concert with my favorite song as a piece, I make myself HEARD and after the concert you compliment me and say I should sing louder more often and dammit, I shouldn’t fall in love with everyone who’s nice to me” au

BONUS:

* “You’re the lead in the school musical and I work backstage, but it’s my first time and I’m nervous so I call a friend, but you take my phone from me and start saying ridiculous (but hilarious) things to them like its nothing and… hm, I’m not so nervous anymore” au

* “You’re vocally homophobic, but only to impress your conservative friends because you’re scared they’ll leave you, but when we were in kindergarten, I had a crush on you and we kissed on the playground, and I recently came out as trans, so I just have this blackmail on you that you kissed a boy, just try me fucko” au

anonymous asked:

G. Pike/Kima(/Allura) or O. Pike/Keyleth

pikeleth + the stars or space

aka the Vox Machina Are A Bunch Of Spacers And Pike Is Real Gay AU

“So you’re Grog’s sister!”

Pike stares up––and up, and up––at the beaming redhead. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. I’m Pike.”

The redhead offers a hand, shaking Pike’s enthusiastically. The drink in her other hand sloshes over the rim of her cup, foamy brown and splattered across the already-grimy floor of the backwater dive. “Keyleth! It’s great to meet you! Grog talks about you all the time.”

“Good things I hope?” she asks, a little teasing, and the redhead––Keyleth––smiles, almost wistful.

“Yeah. He really likes you.”

“Aw, yeah. That’s Grog.”

Keyleth shifts her drink to the other hand, looks around the bar. “So, um. Are you looking for him?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” She hesitates, then tilts her head to the back corner where a motley group of spacers sit crowded around a table too small for the lot of them. “Um, you had better come sit down. There’s uh, a lot to talk about.”

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Summary of Hamilton Songs
  • Alexander Hamilton: Yo I'm Alexander Hamilton and these are all the bitches I've fucked and/or fucked up
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: Let's see how many things rhyme with Burr (also BRRAAAAH BRRAAAAH)
  • My Shot: Hamilton's not throwing away his shot or the fucking mike like holy shit this song is good
  • The Story of Tonight: We are best buds and this song is in no way foreshadowing sad events what are you talking about lets have another round
  • The Schuyler Sisters: WERK BITCH
  • Farmer Refuted: Hamilton: "My dog speaks more eloquently" Everybody: "OOOOOHH!"
  • You'll Be Back: The king's an abusive boyfriend who can't let things go and is also really cute--DA DA DA DA DA
  • Right Hand Man: HERE COMES THE GENERAL MOTHERFUCKERS
  • A Winter's Ball: We're reliable wITH THE LADIES!!!
  • Helpless: Eliza is a cinnamon roll who needs her happy ending stfu
  • Satisfied: Angelica fucking wrecks it like holy shit this song will bring me back to life
  • The Story of Tonight Reprise: "She's married to a British officer" "Oh shit..."
  • Wait For It: And we all fall in love with Burr cuz he tears this shit up
  • Stay Alive: "I'm a general! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!" (And Hamilton will fight anyone like holy shit boy calm the fuck down)
  • Ten Duel Commandments: The awesome sounding counting game of fUCKING DEATH
  • Meet Me Inside: Hamilton gets called to the principals office
  • That Would Be Enough: Dude seriously Eliza just wants you to not fucking die like how hard is that
  • Guns and Ships: Just...I just can't...just listen to this one fucking french asshole give it all he's got
  • History Has Its Eyes On You: Basically Washington telling Hamilton not to fuck up
  • The World Turned Upside Down: America wins the war and this shit is intense (also "Immigrants, we get the job done")
  • What Comes Next: The king is still bitter--"AWESOME! WOW!"
  • Dear Theodosia: Dads and their kids make me cry every time also we see parallels between Burr and Hamilton like holy shit this is cool
  • Non-Stop: Hamilton slow down you're scaring ppl
  • What'd I Miss: Jefferson arrives 15 minutes late with Starbucks
  • Cabinet Battle #1: EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY
  • Take A Break: Ok am I the only one who notices the beat of nothing when the sisters are like "Angelica, Eliza...the Schuyler sisters" like where the fuck is Peggy is she dead i think she's dead holy shit NO
  • Say No To This: Hamilton you dumb fuck say no to this
  • ...also Maria can belt like you won't believe
  • The Room Where It Happens: Burr is done with everyone's shit (also this song is life)
  • Schuyler Defeated: Burr drops some major foreshadowing with "I swear your pride will be the death of us all"
  • Cabinet Battle #2: "...France"
  • Washington on Your Side: Hamilton better watch his back
  • "Southern motherfuckin' dEMOCRATIC-REPUBLICANS!" "OH"
  • One Last Time: Washington has had enough of everyone's shit and is going home (like seriously he's the smartest person in this play he leaves before shit hits the fan)
  • I Know Him: Oh King George! We were wondering how you were doing...still creepy?...ok moving on
  • The Adams Administration: "Sit down John, you fat motherFUCKER"
  • We Know: Hamilton fucks up and no one's surprised at this point (also I love the little "No one else was in the room where it happened" addition from Burr like it just rubs salt in the wound here for their "friendship")
  • Hurricane: More Hamilton backstory/Wait For It Reprise
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN I REPEAT SHIT HAS HIT THE GODDAM FAN (also Angelica: "I'm not here for you" Everyone: "Oooooohhh!")
  • Burn: Ok let me just say Lin-Manuel Miranda has done such a good job with Eliza's character like for someone who we don't know anything about history wise, he really brought her to life in ways that make me want to cry
  • Blow Us All Away Reprise: philip no
  • philip no
  • PHILIP NO (also ha ha ha with the name of the song ha ha ha I'm laughing so hard I'm crying)
  • Stay Alive Reprise: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
  • It's Quiet Uptown: I'm dead there's no god there's no light at the end of the tunnel everything's helpless and there are tears flooding my cheeks
  • The Election of 1800: Everyone is thirsting after Hamilton like leave the man alone at this point dear god
  • Your Obedient Servant: Burr and Hamilton are passive aggressive af
  • Best of Wives and Best of Women: I HOPE HAMILTON REALIZES HOW LUCKY HE IS TO HAVE ELIZA HOLY FUCK IM SO PISSED
  • The World Was Wide Enough: Reason for my death: Burr's "Wait!" when he shoots (and dear god I hope someone learns something from this like sometimes a fight isn't worth everything please I'm begging you learn to forgive)
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Eliza I'm so proud of you and I hope you find happiness in the end because I FUCKING DIDN'T THIS SHIT HAS ME BAWLING MY EYES OUT
  • ...time to listen to it all over again
Resistances and Dalliances

Chapter 13: Magnetic Flux

The airlock finally unlatched and Ryder stepped aboard the Tempest, gun first. The only sound she could hear was the breath in her helmet and the muted vibration of her footsteps on the Tempest’s eerily quiet deck, a pool of cool blue light following her gaze where she pointed the only illumination, but there was no one aboard the bridge to aim at as far as she could see.

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Ice Cream

Requested by anonymous 71: “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

Nessian - modern au


“Hey, Nes, icecream tonight?”

“And that’s exactly what he said?” Elain questioned for the fourth time.

In response, Nesta shoved the phone in her sister’s face. “See for yourself.”

Feyre, dangling over the edge of the bed, upside down, interjected, “I still don’t see why this is such a big deal.”

The two other Archeron sisters’ heads whipped to the youngest. “Oh, I forgot, you have the perfect boyfriend who never sends mix signals because you have perfect communication.” Nesta meant it like an insult but it held no bite. Feyre finally sat up, realizing how drastic the situation was if even Nesta couldn’t come up with a good snub.

“You really want my help dissecting a four word text?” Feyre asked finally.

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Crazy Girl ~ Crazy Life

The continuing story of Negan and Number 6

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV in this, but I have labeled the changes

Warnings-sexy Negan times & language. This chapter delves a bit into Number 6′s past, which isn’t happy, possible triggers including child abuse.

In the last chapter, I mentioned the reader’s childhood dog and how it died from a bite. I changed how it died to better fit the story.

I wanted to get this out so I’m not too sure if it’s good or not, for that I apologize.

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disneyland shenanigans

SUMMARY: Sebastian decides to get a bit dirty on the back of a ride.

WARNINGS: fingering. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this came to me because yesterday when i went on pirates, i changed in and out of a shirt. the ride is basically pitch black for like 95% of it. you can’t see SHIT. definitely a ride you could get down and dirty on. i dont think i would recommend it lmao. ANYWAY, this is based off the Anaheim, CA park so idk if it varies for any other Disney park around the world. 

Enjoy!


You arrived to the park early and went into the hat shop to find the perfect set of ears for the day. You tried on a couple and modeled them for Sebastian who would either give you a thumbs up or down. You decided on the classic Minnie Mouse ears headband. Sebastian chose a black cap with the silhouette of Mickey Mouse and you snapped a picture of him before paying for your headwear and heading out to Mainstreet USA. You two held hands as you walked through the crowds of people. You pointed out the characters that were out meeting everyone and Sebastian smiled at the excitement on your face.

“What are we going to ride first?” He asked.

You leaned into him and leaned your head on his shoulder. “How does Pirates of the Caribbean sound like?”

“Yo-ho, yo-ho a pirates life for me,” he sang and you giggled.

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CHASING SUNS: Chapter 10 Hell Spawn

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Tagging my bae’s @blindbae, @nifwrites, @themissimmortal <3

Cindy turned up first thing as promised and had the truck in working condition by ten. The bill was hefty, but she graciously accepted two hundred gil and an I-owe-you. Back in business, the group of four departed Lestallum, en route to HQ.

Greyson had just eased off the gas, heading into the winding turns before the tunnel when they saw it.

Or at least it’s silhouette in the mist, which in comparison seemed all the more frightening.

A colossal, quadruped beast prowled along the outskirts of the forest treeline, two impressive horns protruding from its corrupt, catlike head. Fangs the size of full-grown men glinted in the truck’s headlights. Incandescent yellow eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.

“Behemoth.”

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anonymous asked:

Wait, American here. What's happened? Why are we fighting with the Australians. Everyone knows not to fight with the Australians, they're our allies ffs. Oh god, he's going to start WW3.

G’DAY MATE LEMME SORT THAT OUT FOR YA. Scroll to the bottom for a TL;DR.

*Clears throat* #auspol, please correct me if I’m wrong on this, I’m just repeating what my mother told me and I’ve read absolutely nowhere about the Central American refugees thing, so let me know if I’ve totally cocked this one up.

Right. Before we get started, lemme tell you about Australia’s version of the Mexican Wall (detention centres! Human rights violations for everybody!), and how this relates to Trump throwing a tantrum on twitter and Malcolm Turnbull either being the most unimpressed politician ever or the biggest doormat ever, depending on who you ask.

See, the big issue in Australian politics (when it’s not the annual Leadership Spill) is the People On Boats.

Because of that whole “island nation” thing, we don’t have people fucking over here over the border because our border’s the fucking ocean, so they have to get on a goddamn boat to do it. To get on the boats, they pay people smugglers, go across a few countries, then get on more boats (possibly not in that order, I don’t know, I don’t have a bachelor’s degree in this), and then wind up here.

There’s a couple of problems with this, “AAAAAH BROWN PEOPLE!!!” from the racists in the peanut gallery notwithstanding:

Problem #1 – People smugglers know that those boats are one-way-trip only, so they give refugees the shittiest possible boats they can. Every now and then, one springs a leak earlier than intended. (Yes, “earlier than intended”, more on that in a tick.) So every now and then we’ll see on the news that the navy found an empty boat or one full of corpses or answered a distress call only to find no boat at all. Either way, refugees can and have died to get here – either as an accident, or as a tragic consequence of – 

Problem #2 – I don’t know the specifics, but the Australian navy, when it intercepts boats, is… I don’t know if they’re supposed to somehow turn the boats back, all I know is that they can’t let the refugees on board.

Unless the boat is in distress.

The solution to that? Blow a hole in the boat.

IDK if this still happens, or if this is just my Liberal mother filtering it, but what I’ve heard is that the only way the refugees can get rescued by the navy is if they’re in danger. So the refugees sabotage their own boat, and the navy has to rescue them.

As you can imagine, sometimes this doesn’t go as intended. Sometimes the navy’s too late, or someone slips – there’s families on board those shitty boats. People’s children have died.

Anyway, because of problem #1 and #2, there’s a real risk of people dying. Now, look, a lot of people who don’t want refugees here are just plain racist and could actually hardly care less about drowning refugees, and all of this could be solved by the navy just rescuing them anyway before the refugees are desperate enough to kick a hole in the hull, but fact of the matter is, there’s people profiting off the life savings of vulnerable people, greasing the wheels of corruption and putting people in danger, all the while promising that they’ll get settled in Australia if they remember to blow a hole in their own ship.

and then we stick them in a detention centre for years or more anyway.

So basically, all Australian politics ever talks about is Stopping the Boats (or not stopping the boats).

So somebody – IDK if this was the Lizard King or Turnbull’s idea, or even Obama’s. But at some point, Aussie politicians made a deal with Obama.

And, again, correct me if I’m wrong because the only source for this is my Liberal (as in, right-wing Liberal) mother, and I’m too lazy to google, and have heard nothing about this anywhere else, but – 

The idea is that we’d swap refugees. America gets our refugees, and we get Central American refugees. Two thousand, I think. I expect that’s just to start off with because I would’ve heard about it earlier if this was a thing that had been going on for a while. Either we end up with a few hundred extra refugees or it’s one for one, I don’t know, all I know is that it was two thousand on each side or less.

Anyway, this is win-win! 

  1. People smugglers (hopefully) get less business because it’s kind of bad for business if you tell your clients they’ll go to Straya and they wind up drawing a short straw and winding up in Murica instead. (Word gets around, refugees find this stuff out so the people smugglers could only bluff for so long.)
  2. People who are genuinely concerned about refugees not drowning are soothed because hopefully less refugees coming = less drownings.
  3. Closet racists have to deal with brown people anyway and have no choice but to shut the fuck up or out themselves as actual racists.
  4. People who are all for accepting refugees will be satisfied as the refugees get to go to a better life than the one they left behind anyway.
  5. Basically the Australian government probably thinks it’ll get some peace and fucking quiet from all sides, when in reality we’ll just move on to marriage equality.

Now, again, I don’t know if this is actually what it is or not. I live in a Liberal (ie Republican, not left wing like it means in the States) household. I’ve never even seen left wingers here talk about people smugglers so I don’t even know how much of that is or isn’t true.

Whatever it is, we were supposed to ship a bunch of refugees over to the States and then the Carrot’s ass got elected, started going on about banning muslims etc and Washington DC Canberra went, “Oh, fuck.”

So! Turnbull, our PM, called Trump or vice versa to chat about it.

Then Turnbull told Straya that the deal was going ahead and that he Stood Up For Australia during this phone call. 

Australia went, “umm…. sounds fake but ok” because we’re Australian, not stupid, we got more coverage about the last US election than we do about all our elections ever combined. We know perfectly damn well that you either stand up to Trump or you get your own way, not both.

Then the Washington Post leaked what actually happened on that phone call a few days ago and now the Australian media is losing its shit.

What happened?

Apparently Trump went on about his penis size inauguration crowds, pitched a fit about the deal and how he “intended” (note the wiggle room that word gives you) to follow through on the deal, called that phone call with Turnbull “the worst” phone call he’d had that day (yes, to Turnbull’s “face”), and then hung up on him 25 minutes in out of the hour that call was supposed to take.

The Washington Post leaked it a few days later, and the Australian media lost its shit.

And after the Washington Post leaked it, Trump (ETA: oops, fixed that error, it was definitely Trump!) complained publicly on twitter that the whole deal was “dumb” and implied he was gonna try get out of it.

Australian media lost its shit again.

Now, regardless of your opinions of Turnbull – I think the guy actually did stand up to Trump. (I shouldn’t have said that out loud on tumblr, that’s like the Australian equivalent of saying “well I heard Trump petted a dog once?”) He can be a bit of a people pleaser and seems to be pretty laid back rather than go-for-the-throat. Or so I’m guessing because political news has been a lot quieter since the Lizard King was deposed.

But look, first off, we’re fucking Australians. We despise rank, it’s in our blood, our ancestors were convicts who wanted (and frequently tried) to shank their British overlords. Ranks are formalities on paper that should stay on paper. You wouldn’t even dream of the President of the US making chitchat with, say, a garbage disposal man, but in Australia if we found out our PM didn’t treat one as his equal we’d lose our fucking minds at the politician’s arrogance. Unless the garbage person was brown, because at the end of the day, Australia is p damn racist. Even the biggest doormat of a PM would have their inner Australian chomping at the bit the second Trump so much as insinuated he was more important than them. 

And come on, even people who live under rocks just know how big Trump’s ego is and how long Trump can be expected to go before he insinuates someone is beneath him even a little bit.

Secondly, the American pro-Trump media is implying that Turnbull pissed Trump off because they spun it as “well, Trump’s other phone calls went fine!”

And thirdly, I really don’t think a manchild like Trump would hang up the phone on someone unless that person was acting with a sliver of self-respect. Like hell, Turnbull could breathe too loudly and Trump’d be offended.

But then, Turnbull might’ve stood up to him and still been a doormat by our standards, because he is not telling the media his side of the story. At all. Probably because he doesn’t want to piss off Pence whoever winds up in charge after Trump goes, because at the end of the day, sucking up to the States is a sport that’s even more popular than our annual leadership spills.

Also, Australians hate politicians in general, so we’d probably call Turnbull a doormat if he bought a plane ticket and pissed on Trump’s hair personally, so.

TL;DR – Washington Post leaked that Trump humiliated our PM over the phone and now Australia’s going “Oooooh, shots fired!”