jays mind

Thoughts full

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“AHHHH!” A loud shriek pierced the otherwise silent ship, starling the occupants from their state of relaxation. The paladins sprinted towards the source of the sound in a panic, all finding themselves in front of Lance’s door, panting, weapons at the ready.

 Shiro, who arrived first, burst through the door and scanned the room for immediate danger. Seeing the room empty he relaxed and moved further into the room that smelt distinctly of sea. 

 He rushed over to Lance who was slumped over his desk, signs of his previous tasks pushed to the floor, the others close behind. Lance was on the floor, curled up in pain, sweat streamed off him in fountains. 

“Lance? Can you hear me?” Shiro asked firmly, he got no response. He reached his biological hand down and onto Lance’s forehead, hissing as he got burnt. 

“He’s burning.” 

 Hunk ran out in worry, headed for Coran and the healing pods. Shiro quickly picked Lance up but almost dropped him when Lance began thrashing around, weak whimpers making their way through his lips as his face screwed up in pain. 

 The remaining team sprinted out of the room, Shiro careful not to jostle Lance too much as they made their way to the medical bay. Ahead of them they saw Coran quickly setting up one of the pods. 

 "Does he need a suit?“ Pidge asked in a rush and Coran shook his head. 

“We can do that if he needs long term recovery!” Coran said and opened the pod, Shiro handed Lance over to Coran who gently placed him in the pod. It hissed close and immediately began scanning. 

 "What happened to Lance?“ Allura asked after a tense silence, Keith looked up. 

 "We’re not sure,” Keith said and Hunk quickly added on. 

“We just heard his scream and then we found him on the floor,” Hunk said and twisted his fingers together nervously. “Maybe it’s a fit?”

“The pod is almost finished scanning.” Coran said and a loud beep resonated from the machine, the team huddled around as Coran read the symbols popping up on the monitor. Corans twirled his moustache in confusion. “It’s not detecting anything wrong… Just a heightened magnetic energy coming from his brain.”

“What would that mean?” Pidge asked as she tried to read the report. 

“It may be a migraine,” Coran suggested and sighed. “But having him in the pod will not help him any, we’ll have to pull him out.”

“….” The paladins watched in unsure silence as Coran pressed a few buttons and he pod once again opened, Lance slumped out and Coran caught him. He carried him over to a bed and winced when Lance moaned and grasped his head.

“My boy,” Coran whispered and Lance’s eyes slowly- painfully- opened. 

“Coran, my head hurts.” Lance said and winced. “What’s the matter? Why is everyone talking?” 

“No one’s talking.” Shiro whispered and Lance cried out in pain. 

“You’re all talking too much, stop, it hurts.” Lance whined and curled up into himself.

Everyone stayed silent, staring at Lance in worry. 

“Please.” Lance moaned out in pain before his eyes fell shut once more and he slumped into the bed. Everyone looked at each other but before anyone could talk Allura ushered them all except Coran out of the room.

Coran hadn’t the slightest clue what was wrong with the paladin.


Lance awoke, the blank ceiling staring back at him, as if to taunt his existence. He heard whispers, silent murmurs pass through his mind. But he felt nothing but the slight, dull pain in his mind.

He really needed a drink.

So, he got up- wincing at a sudden pain that passed through his mind- and made his way towards the kitchen. The whispers grew louder and Lance tried to block them out- but he couldn’t- they were at the forefront of his mind, demanding attention. He still couldn’t make out what they were, but he had to wonder if he were simply hearing things, if he had gone crazy. Gotten some type of cabin fever in space.

He finally made it to the kitchen but he winced as one of the voices took prevalence over the others, he began to recognise the voice. The worried thoughts, endless with questions, filled with an intelligent undertone. Pidge.

He had no clue why he was hearing Pidge. Maybe he had banged his head, maybe he truely was going crazy. Or maybe Pidge was simply talking loud.

The kitchen was empty when he made it there, he quickly got himself a drink of water before gulping it down and filling the cup once more. Then he made his way out, going in search of the others.

He first found Keith, Keith’s voice got louder and Lance clutched his head in pain. Keith turned and raised his hand to greet Lance but dropped it when Lance ran out of the room.

On his way back to his room he bumped into Pidge. Whispers ran through Lance’s mind like a scream and Lance cried out, unused to the invasion of his mind. Pidge held her arms out for Lance in worry but cried out when he bolted from the scene.

He finally made it to his room, Lance locked the door behind him and slid onto the floor, tears pouring from his blood shot eyes. The whispers in his head calmed down, every now and then a more alert and clear voice would cut through the canopy of murmurs and every time Lance would wince.

He was going crazy. Officially bonkers. Lance pulled at his hair desperately.

‘Where is Lance?’ Lance whipped his head around in search of the posh voice. It was Allura. 

He’s probably in his room.’

There’s no way Lance had heard Allura talking through the door. He was loosing his mind. 

Was this his room?’

Lance shook his head, there was no way he had heard any of that. But surely, a knock sounded and Lance yelped in shock. A variety of sentences came through to Lance’s mind and lance blinked back painful tears. “Lance?” The muffled voice came through the door and Lance wavered.

There were other words being spoken, some he couldn’t catch others he could get a vague meaning of. But none of them spoken aloud, none of them muffled through the metal wall separating them. All of them in Lance’s mind.

Lance opened the door and Allura took in his tearful, dishevelled appearance and blinked in surprise. “Lance, are you feeling fine?” ‘He looks bad, maybe I should cut them all some slack’

“Yeah. It’s just a head ache but the others might appreciate a break too.” Lance answered absent-mindedly.

“Pardon?”‘Did I miss a part of the conversation?’ Now Lance was confused.

“No…. You didn’t miss any of the conversation?” Lance said questioningly and Allura gasped. 

“Did you hear that?” Allura asked and Lance frowned. ‘Can you hear this?’

“Yeah” Lance asked looked at Allura weirdly. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I didn’t say that aloud.” Allura answered and frowned. ‘Watch my lips.’

Her lips didn’t move, not even an inch. Yet he could still hear her. 

“…..” Lance stared at her in horror as more thoughts flooded his mind, thoughts of her home planet, thoughts of her life before. But mainly her hatred for those who destroyed her planet. Hatred for Zarkon.

All thoughts she couldn’t stop, they were a constant stream. Never ending.

“Lance, please don’t freak out, it’ll make this all worse.” Allura tried to calm as she noticed the hazy look in Lance’s eyes. Sweat formed between Lance’s brows and he looked faint. 

“I-I can read- your mind?” Lance questioned and Allura looked as lost. 

“Possibly” Allura said and looked down. ‘I’ll have to see if Coran knows about this.’

Allura left. Lance concentrated on the whispers passing through his mind. They were his teammates.

Hunk’s anxious stream of though. Keith’s brash word. Pidge’s blunt though process and Shiro’s tortured whispers.

All within Lance’s brain, waiting to be deciphered. Lance rubbed his temple, trying to rid the headache.

Lance could read minds.


Lance cautiously made his way down the hallway of the ship, headed to the medical bay. Everyone was already there, waiting for Lance. Lance knew that of course.

He walked through the door and cringed at the flood of voices. Thoughts mixed with real conversation, leaving Lance in a muddled haze.

He could hear many things directed his way, thoughts and actual words as the team crowded around him. 

“My boy,” Coran’s calm voice pierced through the confusion and Lance focused on him, feeling a hand on his shoulder. “Listen to my voice only.”

The other paladins had stopped talking and Coran walked closer. “Do you feel the separation?”

Lance nodded, feeling the voices recede. There was a distinct wall between his own consciousness and their thoughts.

Coran took Lance’s face into his hands. “Now, focus on pushing the voices away, thickening that wall.”

Lance did as told, pushing his friends worries and thoughts and secrets away. Wincing when a particular thought would yell out. Finally, the thoughts receded and all they were was a small whisper in the back of his mind.

Lance released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and grabbed Coran’s arms for support. “Breathe my boy,” Coran whispered and Lance felt like crying.

The headache was gone. 

“There will always be a wall beween your thoughts and ours,” Coran stated and patted Lance’s back. “Just remember that and use it to control it.”

“How did you know that?” Lance asked after a long pause and Coran smiled sadly.

“I should have realised sooner,” Coran looked down in thought. “It’s a trait the former blue paladin gained, after all.”

Shopping in the Guys Section

A Guide to Masculine Apparel

Hey, it’s mod Jay again! This past weekend I went shopping, looking exclusively for men’s clothing (rather than glancing at the men’s stuff then taking shelter on the women’s side lol). That in itself was an experience, so I thought I’d share a few tips for shopping in the men’s section, what to look for in terms of masculinizing your wardrobe, and some store and website recommendations. Buckle up, cause this is a long one :P 

First. As nerve-racking as it may be, no one will care that you are looking in the men’s section. Women and afab people shop in the men’s section all the time for many reasons—They could be shopping for a partner or a family member. They could simply prefer the style and fit of men’s clothes better. Cashiers and workers will not care if you are in the men’s section or buying men’s clothes. This is not to say it still can’t be nerve-inducing (I was still pretty anxious the entire time, despite passing relatively well as male),  and felt like everyone was staring at me and wondering what I was doing. Just remember, people generally do not care what strangers are doing unless you are somehow making a dramatic scene lol. If shopping in the men’s section is something you really want to do, do not let the fear and anxiety stop you from doing it. It can help to bring a friend or family member who is willing to help you. They can give you solidarity, tell you what looks good on you, and help you shop without feeling like you’re alone and singled out. 

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I remember walking down dark NY streets in my Timbs and leather jacket with headphones BLASTING Reasonable Doubt. That was MY record!! MINE. I lived it, I breathed it, I knew every word.

The stories that he spit described this underworld of NY that I dodged daily. The way he put together lyrics was a poetry that challenged the songwriter in me to dig deeper, to try harder to find more inspiration in the everyday stories that surrounded me.

I was and continue to be greatly inspired by JAY Z. He is relentless. He has an intelligence that is subtle and deeper than most can comprehend.

It baffles me that only now an MC is being inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame, yet at the same time it makes perfect sense that He is the first.

So congratulations to the Boss for being the epitome of the American Dream and for writing the soundtrack to inspire generations forever!!

Love and blessings!!

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i had this in my drafts for like a week i think idk bc i wanted to edit/fix it but oH Well just take it [x]

Though it’s a little hard to tell, Jay’s a silver blue tabby cause I always thought it was a shame that none of Crow’s kits had silver too

Spider-Man Homecoming // Peter Parker Playlist
  • Billy Joel: New York State of Mind
  • Jay-Z: Empire State of Mind
  • M.I.A.: Paper Planes
  • MGMT: Time to Pretend
  • Weezer: Perfect Situation
  • The Killers: This River Is Wild
  • The Academy Is...: New York (Saint In the City)
  • Fall Out Boy: Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things To Do Today
  • Jonas Brothers: What I Go to School For
  • The Academy Is...: About A Girl
  • Ramones: Blitzkrieg Bop
  • Ramones: Spider-Man
  • The All-American Rejects: Dirty Little Secret
  • Lit: My Own Worst Enemy
  • Billy Joel: Vienna
  • Liz Phair: Why Can't I?
  • Blink-182: First Date
  • Hey Monday: Homecoming
  • The English Beat: Save It for Later
  • A Flock of Seagulls: Space Age Love Song
  • Orchestral Maneuvers In The Dark: If You Leave
  • Fall Out Boy: A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me
  • David Bowie: Rebel Rebel
  • Supergrass: Alright
  • Hayley Williams: Teenagers
  • MIKA: We Are Golden
  • Brandon Flowers: Crossfire
  • Kanye West: Power
  • Fall Out Boy: Champion
  • CHVRCHES: Bury It
  • William Beckett: Great Night
  • Blink-182: Going Away To College
  • Tame Impala: New Person, Same Old Mistakes
  • College: A Real Hero
  • Gerard Way: Don't Try
  • Rob Thomas: Little Wonders
  • David Bowie: Heroes
  • Jimmy Eat World: The Middle
  • Patrick Stump: This City
  • (sorry I tried to make this on Spotify but they didn't offer all the songs)
  • Listen Here: https://goo.gl/JFJq3u
  • (Sorry the link won't open from the tumblr app but if you just copy and paste into your browser it works)
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What’s up everybody? I decided to give y'all a some more Weeknd/Polaroid-style album covers. These have been very successful for my blog and I gotta thank everyone who has been liking, reblogging, commenting, everything. It is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!