jimmy the lock

my writing professor keeps making jokes about all us millennials are “born with ipads in our hands” but like ??? bitch i was born in 1997, i’m a year older than most of the other direct-from-high school freshmen here. we’re the ones who grew up during the technological whiplash over the last two decades. I went from watching blue’s clues and spongebob on vhs on clunky box tvs to dvds and blu-rays on flat-screens. I had an N64 and i still have my old mp3 and walkman stashed away with my DS cartridges. my first phone was a cell phone with a pop-out keyboard. I’m hyper-aware of technology and how fuckign amazing it is. I’ve seen people on campus riding LITERAL HOVER DISCS, that’s crazy cool!

man i don’t know, i just so super peeved every time he says it. save your “biting commentary” for another 20 years when the real “ipad kids” show up to art school you depressed fuck.

N O T  R E A D Y ❦  k e i t h

+ for: anon

+ words: 700+

+ genre: pregnant s/o

+ summary: could you maybe do Keith with a pregnant s/o? your blog’s really cool and i really like what you’ve written!

+ key: _____ = your name

+ request? + masterlist?

+ hunk + lance + shiro

“Hun!” you called from the bedroom. Keith was in the bathroom for longer than usual and you had become worried about him.

There were thousands of thoughts running through your head, you weren’t sure why he was taking so long so you quickly stood up and made your way to the bathroom. You knocked loudly on the door, “Keith!” you called, dropping the pet names in your worry.

He didn’t reply after five minutes of your incessant knocking. You looked around the room, moving to the nightstand and opening the bottom to get your tools. You quickly jimmied the lock on Keith’s door and opened the door, not really caring if he was naked or not.

“Ah ha!” you exclaimed, jumping up and pointing a finger at him. He quickly hid something behind his back, turning to face you wide eyed. “What’s that?” you asked, noticing his hand behind his back.

“What’s what?” he asked innocently, holding his free hand up. You pointed at his other hand and he raised it as well, nothing in it. You narrowed your eyes, spinning your fingers around. He started to spin but was quick to leave the room instead leaving you staring after him.

He made his way into Lance’s room, he had a love-hate relationship with the guy and he hated to admit it but he was one of the guy’s who knew him the best on this damned ship.

“What is it, man? Has ____ finally dumped you for me?” he asked with a smug smirk.

“No,” he said hesitantly.

Lance noticed his abnormal demeanor and leaned off the bed. “What is it, man?”

“Uh, well… I noticed this in the trash and…” he muttered, pulling a stick out of his pocket and handing it to Lance to take a look.

Lance glanced at the stick and his eyes widened marginally, and looked up at Keith. “I’m… Wow… I can’t believe it!” he said, his eyebrows reaching up into his eyebrows.

“What do I do?”

“How did she get a pregnancy test in space though?” Lance muttered to himself, flipping the stick over a few times. He shook his head and looked at Keith, “Wait, what?”

“What do I do? I can’t be a father, I’m only seventeen!”

Lance stood up, looking determindedly at Keith, “You’re not giving up on this kid or your girlfriend. You made the decision already.” He poked Keith in the chest pointedly, Lance never had been so serious to Keith before in his life.


“Hey man, it’s not my decision, but if you think you’ll be a live man after you ditch then you’re dead wrong because ____ has all of us behind her ready to skin your ass,” Lance threatened.

“Okay, okay. I would never leave her anyways. I love her too much, it’s just… a lot to take in.”

“It’s okay, Keith. It would be big news for any of us. So, you need to go tell her you’ll be there for (her/him/them).

Keith nodded, took the stick from Lance and returned to your room. “_____!” he called, you sat up from the bed to look at him.

“Are you alright? You had me worried when you ran to Lance of all people,” you laughed, throwing a ball into the air and catching it.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” he nodded, looking really nervous. You raised an eyebrow as he walked over to you and sat down beside the bed and took your hand into his. “Whatever happens, I’ll always be there for you.”

“Thank you? But you’re the one going out there and getting shot out. I’m just a passenger who’s never left.”

“No, I mean… this,” he explained, holding the pregnancy test up and you looked at the thing in confusion and then back at him.

“Oh, you think…” you started to chuckle at him. “You think that’s… that’s mine? No, no… Ahahaha, that’s… that’s Shiro’s girlfriends,” you explained. “That’s not mine!”

Keith sighed in relief, “Is it bad I’m kind of relieved?”

“Yeah, it’s alright,” you told him with a smile, taking his face in yours and kissing him.

“I’m kind of upset too,” he muttered. 

“Well, I think we can fix that,” you grinned, pulling him onto the bed.

+ request? + masterlist?


Ah yes, gaze upon my trash collection. I was not kidding when I said I’ve been watching almost nothing but 8oo10Cats/TBFGQOTY for the past few weeks. So pretty much everything is just an assortment of face studies and junk I found funny.  Rachel’s face comes directly from here  cause it’s fucking beautiful. 

I need to do a page of just Joe being a beautiful freak and Jon being adorable cause right now it’s mostly Jimmy causeIreallylikehisface. 

I really need to work on personal stuff ahahahawhoops. 


The problem is that there isn’t enough energy, and there’ll be blackouts this winter.

It’s possible that Sean is just very good at acting and playing along, but I prefer to believe that he genuinely took that long to notice that he was getting trolled.