The ship touches down and before the door can open completely Matt pushes through, heart still in his mouth, blood rushing in his ears.
He knows he’s okay, he knows he’s been saved (by their enemy, what the actual fuck, when he was right there he should have been the one that helped—) but he can’t emotionally process it; not until he can see with his own two eyes that Keith’s alive and safe and breathing.
He pushes past his friends without apology or excuse, brushes past Pidge and the rest of the paladins (who had cheered after Keith almost died and he shouldn’t blame them he knows he shouldn’t be angry at them they didn’t know but still—) and he’s the first to reach Keith’s side, to arrive by the lone hijacked Galra ship that’s been half destroyed. The door opens and Keith comes out of it on unsteady feet, Blade of Marmora suit as sleek and black as the night, contrasting sharply with his pale skin. His hood is down, so Matt can see his expression without problem—lips bloodless and tightly pressed together, eyebrows drawn in worry.
And the worst thing is, Matt knows the worry isn’t even remotely linked with his own situation.
“Shiro? Where’s Lotor?” Keith says into his communicator.
Of course. Of-fucking-course. Of course the stupid, self-sacrificing idiot would be most concerned with the location of their enemy than the fact that he almost died.
Matt snarls. “Who the fuck cares where Lotor is?” The words are rough and angry, tinted with fear and concern that Matt does not care to hide. Keith startles and looks up, gray-blue eyes widening in surprise as they connect with Matt’s.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” He isn’t quite sure when he got so close to Keith, but both hands are now on his shoulders, shaking him a bit. His eyes roam over his face, cataloging every twitch, every spot of dirt. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt? Fuck,
you ever do that ever again.”
His hands are no longer on Keith’s shoulders. They are on his arms, on his forehead, running through his hair, down his neck, cupping his cheeks, making sure that he is, in fact, as uninjured as he seems to be.
Keith is like a frozen statue, barely breathing. His eyes are blown so wide and there’s such a lost look in them that Matt’s heart breaks.
“I don’t—I mean—”
“You almost died, Keith. You—” Matt closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to keep the tears he can feel prickling at his eyes at bay. There’s no use. They roll down his cheeks when he looks down again, making Keith’s eyes widen even more. Matt tries to smile, but it’s a tremulous, fragile thing that’s more a grimace than anything else. “You tried to sacrifice yourself.” He swallows. “Why?”
Keith snaps his mouth shut, and then there is a moment of silence in which it seems that he’s not going to answer. His eyes are shining, though, fiery and defiant and full of stubbornness.
A tic, two, and then—Keith’s shoulders slump; he averts his eyes. “It was the only way. The team, the blade, the coalition… everyone would have died if the weapon wasn’t destroyed. And…” His eyes find Matt’s again. He straightens his spine, juts out his chin. “I was the only one who could do something about it. So I did.”
Matt closes his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose. He thinks he’s trembling (Because of fear? Powerlessness? Suppressed rage? He isn’t sure.)
The thing is, Keith is so… so convinced that what he did was what was best, that everything would have been fine after he…
“Hey. I’m—I’m fine, aren’t I? It’s fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”
Matt whines—a high-pitched, wounded noise in the back of his throat that he can’t suppress—and crushes the stupid, stupid brave idiot with a heart of gold and too much worth that he won’t see why to his chest in the tightest hug he’s given anyone since his reunion with Pidge. Keith grunts, small and confused, but readily hugs him back, and Matt just tightens his hold on him, hiding his face on the crook of his neck.
Then Keith’s team is there: Shiro and Pidge and Hunk and Lance and Allura and Coran, all of them hugging Keith—and therefore Matt, because Matt was there first—and talking one over the other while crying.
“What he said… Is it true?”
“Keith you didn’t—”
“Why would you even—”
“You can’t do that, mullet, what the fuck—”
“Oh my God, Keith, are you—”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t—”
“—not fine why —”
“—n’t do this without you—”
“—Voltron needs you, we need you—”
“—n’t do that again!”
The arms around him twitch, then squeeze. The fingers on his back tighten around the cloth of his uniform, and then Matt can feel dampness spreading on his shoulder, there where Keith has hidden his own face after the avalanche of words and feelings started.
Keith’s crying. He’s crying with them, clinging to them, and Matt feels that he can breathe easier.
It’s a small step, just a breach of the barrier, a scratch on the surface of the problem, but they’ll get there. He doesn’t know why Keith thinks so poorly of himself, why doesn’t he see his own worth, and he isn’t sure he even wants to know. (He’s afraid of his own reaction.) But one thing is certain: he isn’t going to let that stand.
He runs his hand through Keith’s hair; Keith hiccups and pulls him closer still.
No, he isn’t going to let that stand. He’s going to help, whatever it takes.
“We can expect strict militant fighters with advanced technology and carefully rehearsed strategy.”
Yeah team FNKI wasn’t the image that Weiss envisioned. They look more fun and even weird (I mean they are based off of memes) but personally I feel like there’s still strictness when they battle. I just can’t help but notice how Neon repeated “Never miss a beat” like it’s her mantra. To never miss a single beat in battle. And the combination of Neon and Flynt is a force to be reckoned with. They separated Weiss and Yang so that it’d be easier to deal with, especially with the speed based Neon against a slower tank like Yang (compared to Weiss). And Flynt made sure to put every misposition of Weiss to his advantage. I can only imagine what the other half of FNKI are like. Meme glorified and hella tough.
As promised, time for some good ol’ Tsuritama trivias. This is the TsuriRadio comic featured in theeee Tsuritama Visual Fanbook. A few notes on this:
I went with Japanese name order here, personally I find it really awkward to use honorifics with names in Western order, but I wanted to use Western order for these releases like interviews so IDK WHAT I’M GONNA DO FOR THE FOLLOWING ONES HAHA gomen.
“How beautiful a thing it is to have good friends,” an old quote by Mushanokouji Saneatsu.
Irino refers to the radio show title, ‘TsuriRadio - Suki Katte Talking!’, in which suki katte basically means doing something - in this case, talking - whatever way you want to - again, in this case, more like talking about whatever the fuck you want.
The Japanese use the expression 'fruit au lait’ to refer to, as you might guess, a sort of fruit juice and milk mix.
And that’s that for now, hope you enjoyed the quick reading, and know I’ll probably be working on an interview next so keep an eye out for that!
So I got my college textbook for my “Intro to digital media” and it’s the latest issue 2016 (holy shit). I stumbled across this, emoji is a fucking vocabulary word and they even have fucking examples of it all.
I am cackling right now, where did we as human beings go wrong? Did science and innovation go too far?
The future of my channel… I never really thought about it till now, where is this channel even going? To be honest, IDK man.
I started in late 2010 / early 2011 with crappy animations and I still do animations but they’re more like stillframes videos.
Then started doing comic dubs during my homestuck phase and I did it for fun also to get myself out there. I also wanted to do singing so I did my first live cover at a karaoke and I just kept singing, even when I know its pretty bad!
Back to animation; I kept making them on flipnote studio on my dsi, until flipnote hatena’s demise. My art style grew and I learned how to make animations better from flipnote.
in 2012 I started filming my cosplay videos to Acen and anime midwest. I got more open and started showing my face more with vine and other silly videos. In fact, that’s what I wanted to originally do when I started youtube.
I wanted to make a live action cosplay videos with my friends but that was hard considering I didn’t get friends till high school.
Now when I got to my first 100, I thought “If i get 100 subscribers every year, I’d get to 1000 by the age of 18.” and past me was right. As soon as I made Steven universe and Undertale related content in 2015 my channel blew a fuse. It was ridiculous I was like “I’m famous now? omg I’m untouchable.” And most of that came from comic dubs.
I met 2 of my fans at Anime Central last year and omg what a rush of joy that was! I was recognized! But as I started uploading more of my OCs and animation and less comic dubs the more I realized something. That you guys love comic dubs and I’m a variety channel so I’m a mixed bag when it comes to content.
I can’t always do comic dubs because of 3 reasons 1. People are bound to use the same comic as you so it’s hard to find a comic no one has done yet.
2. Other people have lives and I don’t, so both you and I as much as I’d love to get voice clips from my friends. Just respect that other people have their own problems and delemas to deal with and that I can’t always get male voices. And when I do end up doing those male voices people yell at me because they can easily mistake me for a prepubesent.
3. I don’t live on my own yet. I gotta respect that my parents and sister have to deal with me recording so usaully on school days or when my sister is out on a saterday I record. And even then it’s not easy.
So now what happens? I’ll tell you what happens, I’ll keep moving forward. I am not a one subject channel, I’ll keep throwing things to the wall to see what sticks; I’ll keep drawing, comic dubbing, singing, cosplay videos, animating! Maybe in the future I’ll try something new. Who knows what’s gonna happen; as long as you’re here for the ride I’ll still be here. Even if it seems like I’m changing and growing as a channel I’ll try to keep up with the old stuff as well as the new. I’m gonna do my best ok!