least not by himself

A Commutual Contract

After a terrifying experience during which Lance, seemingly, dies, Keith is haunted by horrible nightmares of holding his comrade in his arms while he took his final breath. To the point where he can’t sleep unless he knows for absolute certain that Lance is alive.

And while the attention is surprising, Lance doesn’t really have a problem with Keith checking up on him. Or the fact that Keith only seems totally comforted when he can cuddle Lance close and hear his heart beat. After all, there’s nothing wrong with two bros cuddling. It doesn’t MEAN anything. Or, at least, that’s what Lance keeps telling himself.

Chapter 15

It’d been a week since Lance had rejoined the team fully and during that whole time, Keith hadn’t said a single word to him. Nor had Lance said a thing to him. Which put them on two weeks since the camel’s back had broken.

Most of their training had been kept inside the castle, all of them working through bonding exercises that neither Keith nor Lance were forced to work together during. Voltron training, as in forming the robot itself, hadn’t been attempted. It seemed everyone was in agreement that it’d likely be impossible, all things considered.

Everyone, even Pidge, knew something was wrong, yet it was never acknowledged outright. Which drove Keith crazy, of course, because he hated dancing around things. But he also knew full well that he couldn’t approach Lance to do anything about it. It wasn’t his place to try and speed up Lance’s acceptance of him.

He did wonder how long they could keep on like this, however. They had to be able to form Voltron. Whether Allura and Shiro were being sensitive to the team’s needs or not—even for the sake of a better team—they were still at war. And war waited for no one. Even Keith could tell that, the longer the team went on in such a state, the more nervous Allura became.

“Okay, so you all need close-combat practice,” Allura was saying, the paladins gathered around the edges of the training area. “No matter your bayard’s form, this cannot be avoided. Therefore, Keith and Shiro will be leading the exercises today.”

Standard form as of late—working on things that, true, the team needed work with, but that would have been put on the backburner were they capable of more important training. Not to say the ability to fight in close combat wasn’t important, but Voltron training might have taken precedence had Voltron been possible.

Keith ended up working with Hunk, while Shiro worked with Lance. Pidge—though she wasn’t nearly as good as Keith or Shiro—flitted between, her bayard granting her more experience than either their long-range attackers possessed.

The point was to simulate battle using what they’d already have at their disposal, and so it was up to Keith to teach Hunk how to use his bayard at close range. Not so much as a weapon itself, but mostly as defense. Hunk did have an advantage in being able to throw his weight around. And so though Keith advised him to remain generally defensive, when the opportunity arose, he should feel comfortable going for the offensive. He didn’t have a blade or a robotic arm, but his canon would do well in knocking someone across the room if he bashed them hard enough.

The lessons went slowly—Hunk wasn’t very receptive to Keith’s teaching methods. He wasn’t supportive and Hunk required a great deal more explanation to feel comfortable. Which would have worked fine with Shiro seeing as that was generally how he approached lessons. Go slowly and explain as you went. Whereas Keith was more the “this is what I’m gonna do, now make sure you’re thinking enough on your feet to block me.” He didn’t go slowly, though he tried, and both he and Hunk generally ended up frustrated at some point.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t work well together, they just didn’t practice well together. Which had Keith missing Lance all the more. Before, when they’d done these kinds of team-building exercises, Keith had generally ended up paired with Lance, barring that he and Shiro weren’t together (but they really only partnered up when working on their more advanced close-combat). Lance was a fast learner and though he usually ended up knocked on his ass before he got the idea, he didn’t flinch away every time Keith knocked into him. And he didn’t require a tutorial every time they considered a different technique. Generally speaking, Keith and Lance hardly said anything to each other when practicing close-quarters combat. Unless Keith saw something that Lance needed to correct.

It might have been rooted in initial dislike for one another, but it worked.

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anonymous asked:

Could you draw some Matt x Matt ? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Matt has at least five life-sized cardboard cutouts of himself this is canon.

tried and true: our time.

Pairing: Evfra x f!Ryder.
Words: 2,148.
Rating: G.
Summary: Evfra finds Ryder alone on Aya, long after sunset, and decides that it’s high time he discusses something with her.

Claire Ryder was unlike most people he knew. Everyone around him was capable, most were intelligent, at least half were exceptional, but the difference between those around him and Claire was her quiet confidence.

Evfra had no time for someone unwilling to speak loudly. Or, at least, that was what he believed of himself. Claire spoke clearly and carefully. She was a thoughtful woman, but unlike Governor Paaran Shie, she understood necessity. She understood violence, even if she didn’t seek it out.

That was a blessing, even if he didn’t like to admit so.

Claire was on his mind as he took a rare moment of respite to walk around the quiet city. It was night, and – save for a few guards – his people slept.

He hadn’t expected to see her, looking out at the Scourge ravaging the planet. Was she attempting to study it? Why spend your time staring at such a destructive force?

Evfra made a low hmph under his breath. It made no difference to him what she was doing or thinking… yet, like always, he found himself drawn to her.

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When Thor says, “Our paths diverged a long time ago,” I wonder when that is for Thor? In the first film, Thor appears quite shocked by the state Loki is in. As far as he knew, they were okay. They were best friends, besides brothers.

Since then, Thor has experienced immense emotional growth. While he hasn’t had much time to himself, I feel that Thor has at least thought about when things changed. After all, from the first film until now is not a long time ago for Thor. 

I mean, part of that scene is Thor playing with Loki’s emotions as a means to reach him from underneath all the bitterness. However, I imagine Thor looking back at little things in their childhood that may have driven them apart. 

The choices that were made for them in their youth. The roles they would take on in society by virtue of their nature and their ability. No matter how close they were, their differences being used against them. “You’re you, and I’m me.” 

that’s not a proper confession, Baku


…the world cracked open.


“Dreams are so important. You need to have big goals and expect a lot of yourself but you have to enjoy the ride too.”


endless list of favorite characters ≡ mr. wednesday | american gods

You got more talent than me. I got two. One is I can sleep anywhere, any time. The other one is that I usually end up getting what I want - on average, over time. It’s all about getting people to believe in you.

YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - 4 Koma


The kids are…interacting with their peers. Yurio does his best to be a good dad, I mean, encouraging violence is bad regardless of the cause, right? (*sweatdrops at own childhood*)

Victor does not even try.

(Featuring OC kids Yasha and Shura daycare age, whatever that may be)

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INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

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I imagine before he got to know them, Kravitz absolutely HATED the IPRE crew. Like, the dude is competent, but the guys have a habit of completely humiliating anybody they end up fighting.

Let’s rewind a few years. Kravitz is doing his thing. Kicking ass, reaping souls and killing liches. Heads back to his office in the Astral Plane (because i refuse to believe that the afterlife is anything but a stupidly complicated bureaucracy) and checks in on his current list of bounties.

There’s the usual list of necromancers, immortals, escapees from the stockade and users of profane rituals, you know the types, the guys who have the twelve syllable names and such. But there are seven new people he needs to hunt down. And all of them have died at least eight times. You hear that? It’s the sound of Kravitz getting paid.

So who does he go after first?

Merle Highchurch, fifty-seven deaths. God. So much reward. Kravitz hunts anybody by the name of Highchurch down, but nobody has any clues as to where the guy is. Kravitz heads back to the office and checks out all the information he has on the guy. And surprise surprise, he’s a follower of the god of bloody travelers. Krav could hunt down this guy for the better part of a decade, and he’d only find the guy by luck. Great. Wonderful. Fine. He has six other bounties to check out.

Magnus Burnsides, nineteen deaths. Okay, so Magnus is MUCH easier to find than Merle, if only because Magnus announces his name to anybody who asks. Lives in somewhere called Raven’s Roost. He’d been there a few times, not a bad place. So Kravitz heads over there. And great, the entire bloody town is on FIRE and the populace is DEAD. As a reaper, he’s legally required to take care of wandering souls he finds wandering around. So he has to take a good month or so wrangling a good 600 people into the afterlife. Much to his surprise, Magnus has a wife who recently died. The woman stares at him for a moment before laughing, because apparently Magnus can get lost in a goddamn hallway and it would take a goddamn miracle for Kravitz to track him down. Goddamn it.

Taako Taaco, eight deaths. Taako is, unlike the others, a complete goddamn ghost. The most he can gather is that the guy is a wizard and an elf and that is generally it. It is by pure luck he’s assigned to the Glamour Springs case, and hears about Taako Sizzles It Up. Okay, THAT is easier to track he thinks. Except Taako apparently did a show in literally EVERY TOWN in the world at some point and is charismatic enough that nobody is willing to tell him much of anything. And then, like both Magnus and Merle, he has apparently vanished into the mist and NOBODY KNOWS WHERE HE IS GODDAMN IT.

Lup Taaco, twelve deaths. Kravitz is not surprised that Lup is related to Taako because she is even harder to find than Taako. There is literally nothing except the fact that she died in some cave near Neverwinter. There are literally no souls in that cave, and he checked. Twice. So where the hell is she? Who the hell knows. Who even cares.

Davenport, nine deaths. Is somehow just as elusive as anyone else. Because these people hate Kravitz. Kravitz checks everywhere. A few merchants in Neverwinter remember having met a guy named Davenport a few years back, and he seemed pretty cool, and he bought a can of soup once. Great. THANK YOU MERCHANT MAN. SO VERY HELPFUL.

Barry J Bluejeans, twelve deaths. Barry fucking Bluejeans. BARRY GODDAMN JAY GODDAMN BLUEJEANS. Kravitz has no end of words for this asshole. Unlike the others, Kravitz has met this guy. He has no idea what goddamn class Barry is other than a magic-user because WHAT SPELLS DOESN’T THIS GUY KNOW GODDAMN IT. Oh oh oh and get this, he’s fueled by the power of love. Love. As if a normal lich isn’t annoying enough to deal with, but this guy apparently refuses to leave without his wife. A wife who, COINCIDENTALLY, has the name of LUP. And Kravitz knows. He goddamn knows, in the depths of his heart, that this Lup is the exact same one as Lup Taaco. BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE HATES HIM.

Lucretia, ten deaths. Somehow even worse than Taako, Davenport and Lup combined. Because he has nothing on her. At all. No class, no god, no spell-list, no ANYTHING. Alright. Fine. Detective Kravitz time. Her name is spoken very very rarely, and she is apparently the leader of some mysterious organization called a Bureau? Fine. Where is this Bureau. What’s that? It’s hidden? You can only summon a way there if you’re a member? Of course. Obviously. Wonderful. Why not. Cool. Great.

So now. Let’s advance to the start of the story. Kravitz is called out to investigate Phandalin. He arrives, and is immediately hit by a wave of pure fire. When he wakes up? He sees four figures in the distance. And three of them are Magnus. And Merle. And Taako. And Kravitz is about to fight them, when a goddamn orb appears from the sky and carries them to a goDDAMN SKY BASE WHAT THE HELL I HATE THESE PEOPLE

And then he finally meets these people by complete chance in the lab of Lucas Miller. And he is so happy. Because for the first time in six years, he has THREE OF THESE JACKASSES in front of him. There is no possible way they can escape this.

Guess what happens next.

So now, finally, let’s advance to post-Story & Song. And he has all seven of these assholes in front of him. Defenseless. He could reap their asses right now. But he can’t. Because the Raven Queen has declared they’ve earned a pardon.

A few hours after the celebration party, Kravitz warps back to his office and screams for a solid hour.

EDIT: Somebody mentioned the whole Barry dies like twenty times over the course of a decade so now I have to establish that at least five of those were Barry staring Kravitz dead in the face, killing himself instantly and rising out of his body as a lich. Just so that Kravitz can know EXACTLY how petty Barry Bluejeans will be.

The Signs as Quotes from “The Great Gatsby”

Aries“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”

Taurus: “Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.” 

Gemini: “People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.”

Cancer: “It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.” 

Leo: “And so with the sunshine and great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

Virgo: “Let us learn to show our friendship to a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.” 

Libra“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him.” 

Scorpio: “So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.” 

Sagittarius“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among whisperings and the champagne and the stars.” 

Capricorn: “There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.” 

Aquarius“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a tender sort of curiosity.” 

Pisces“A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.“


Draco was tired of waiting.

He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with their life.

And he had wasted a lot of his life already.

He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.

He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.

He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.

And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.

For years Draco had been waiting.

He had waited in vain. But not anymore.

Draco was sick of waiting.

What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?

He probably would have to wait forever.

No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?

Yes, it was time to act.

Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.

He was sick of waiting.

He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.

There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.

He was so sick of waiting.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.

Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.

Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.

“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”

He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.

Because he was so tired of waiting.

His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.

Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.

He had waited for this so long. This was it.

Or was it?

Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.

Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.

Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.

If only he had stopped waiting sooner.


Suicide Squad isn’t the first time we’ve seen Joker having a hard time with Harley Quinn’s absence. This scene from the animated series gets me every time.

The Clown Prince of Crime can’t even find his god damn socks without Harley.