I was really struggling this week. Working way too hard, skipping breaks and meals, not staying hydrated, not showering, not taking my meds. it was bad. even at the busiest times, self-care is so so important. if I needed help, then I’m probably not the only one. all of these lil ideas are small and relatively easy and I highly doing something nice for yourself, even if it’s not on the list. hope you all have a wonderful day/week/year.
(my personal favourites in bold)
drink some cold water
wash your hands and face with cool water
make some tea
get a blanket and snuggle it around you
snuggle an animal/stuffed animal
buy your favorite candy from the gas station
close your eyes and listen to your fav song on repeat for 10 mins
put on some throwback jams (high school musical, mamma mia, 90s, u do u) and dance around ur room in ur undies
make a calming playlist
call a friend/relative just to say hi and hear someone else’s voice
rewatch cute/funny/happy clips from ur fav tv show/band/movie on youtube
put on a skirt and twirl (yes boys/agenders/trans u can do this too)
scribble really hard with black pen on a blank page and scream
look at the sky/moon/sunset/sunrise/stars
watch kitten/puppy/small animal live streams on youtube
go outside, even if its just by ur front door, and take some deep breaths
eat something - fruit, veggies are best
change ur contacts/clean ur glasses if you wear those
change your underwear
if u can’t get urself to shower, wash off w a damp washcloth/baby wipe
put on a cute/comfy outfit that makes you feel good about urself
dont put eye makeup on so you can rub your eyes & they wont feel heavy
stretch, do some yoga or meditate
get a breathing/meditation app and use it (headspace is gr8)
take a nap
go to bed before 11 pm
brush your teeth
turn off bright harsh lights and use smaller, warmer lamps
unplug. give your eyes/brain a break from screens for a half hour
get one of those pet/family apps/games and care for someone else for a change
find cool people on tumblr and send them anonymous compliments (that you actually think are true - spread love)
find a quote, write it/print it nicely and stick it on ur wall
watch a new movie
boil some cinnamon sticks/vanilla bean for 5 mins so ur house smells pretty. if in ur room, use essential oil drops or candles
make your bed
wipe down ur desk w some disinfectant
clean something - a backpack, small area, fluff ur pillow, put away one shirt
do your makeup all pretty and nice just because/dress up just because
research into your dream job/vacation/city/whatever
open up pages/canva/photshop/etc and make something just for fun
build a fort and crawl under it
find an easy diy and do it/ be proud of ur creative genius
make a list of things that make you happy. stick it somewhere you’ll see it all the time
print a picture of someone/thing that’s pissing u off and throw things at it (tape it to a dart board if u have one)
reread a book that makes you happy
clip your nails, clean the dirt from under them
send some good old fashioned snail mail to someone u like just for fun
take some selfies if you’re feelin it (see #40)
fuzzy socks. enough said.
make yourself a fancy meal/cocktail/coffee/tea latte/drink/whatevs
open ur window or put on a fan/air purifier. get some air circulating
draw, even if u think u suck.
reach out to kids help phone (canada) or a suicide hotline if you need to talk to someone about more serious matters. you deserve help and care and support. (message me if you need resources)
donate to a local animal shelter (if u have the means obviously)
go for a walk/run/bike ride
put on a face mask
take a bubble path
shave ur legs and moisturize
bake some cookies
go on spotify/youtube and find some new music you love
make a really fun upbeat playlist for next time u get the aux cord
scroll through some wholesome or funny meme accounts. whatever you’re in the mood for.
take some cool pictures of whatever you want
change up your room in any small ( or big) way that you can
teach urself a new skill on youtube (simple like a hair style, or complicated like an instrument, whatever u want)
sign up to volunteer at a library/homeless shelter/soup kitchen/retirement home/daycare center/etc. help those who need it. be giving.
put on sad music and cry. let ur mascara run. be dramatic. let it out.
put rock music on and stomp and scream throw (soft) things. let it out.
teach urself the words to a fast rap song thats cool right now so you can impress ur friends/classmates/family
print off some kid colouring pages and dont stay inside the lines
brush your hair, take it out of a ponytail if its been like that for a while, or put it up if its down and in ur way
diy a hair mask (coconut oil) and do that
exfoliate ur whole body and feel like a whole new person
clear out ur phone/laptop. delete old messages, numbers of people u dont like/hang out with, get rid of photos of shitty friends, apps u dont use, etc
find cards against humanity online (or if u have it use the cards) and play with urself - make funny matches just because
empty a drawer (or multiple) and fold ur stuff neatly
do something that will make u sweat (gym, dance, clean) then take a nice shower
take a second to listen to ur body. unclench muscles that are clenched, fix ur poster, massage/stretch tight areas
move to a different area of the house for a little while. clear ur head.
go out, anywhere. window shop, go to a coffee shop/library and work. people watch if ur broke.
update your planner
make Pinterest board/real life vision of things that make you happy for when in this situation again
find a youtuber you like and watch their videos
lie on the floor, listen to music and do nothing for a while
give yourself a pep talk in the mirror and then stand like superman for a few mins. sounds silly but it works. its called powerposing. look it up.
repeating this bc important: hydrate!!!
start a new tv show
order something online so u have something to look forward to
go sit with a family member and keep them company. u dont have to talk to them.
the app ‘trump dump’ will make u feel better about the current us political situation
read happy news: find stories of students doing something cool, women kicking ass, men being amazing, whatever. bonus points if this inspires u
sort your garbage from recycling and help the environment
smile at people you see just because. smiling is good and nice.
look at old pictures of u and ur fav people
go through old yearbooks and take a second to appreciate how far you’ve come
go to a park and watch kids play. remember what it’s like to be young. realize you are still young. go on the swings and go as high as u can
There’s something I need to point out with this whole “art style stealing” issue.
And that’s yes, maybe alot of young artists “copy” other art styles. But we all do it. I’ll pay anyone who can show me their art from when they were first starting out and have it not look like some anime’s art style, or their favorite cartoon. It’s how we learn. Over time the pictures you draw develop from looking like Invader Zim to your own unique look, and that’s how it’s always been.
For example, here’s a drawing by @spibbles, someone whose dealt with this alot.
and here is a drawing I made just now, my attempt to draw this same picture exactly, their style and all.
even when I am blatantly trying to recreate the exact same picture, you can tell they were done by two different artists. You can’t copy an art style exactly. Can you be influenced? Yes. Is that wrong? No.
And I promise you if this was ten years ago, my drawing would look like this, just like hundreds of yours would.
Cause everyone starts out using someone else’s art style.
If they aren’t tracing or stealing the artist’s creations themselves, leave them alone.
whatever you do, don’t look through old twenty one pilots social media albums.
don’t scroll through the 2011s, to the 2010s, all the way to the 2009s.
don’t look at Mark’s late-night sketches of equipment and cameras he longs to own. don’t look at his excited facebook posts about the “incredible amount” of about 15 people that bought his reel bear posters. don’t find his first still photographs of Tyler and Josh, when the three of them were just broke college kids.
don’t scroll down Brad’s twitter until you find days that he desperately tried to get work as a photographer. don’t scroll until you see his desperate inspirational posts. don’t scroll so far that you see the cameras he used to dream of.
don’t look at Michael’s posts from when he traveled the world with his best friends. don’t find videos of him and Tyler joking about how he’s “not a real security guard”. don’t find his grainy photos of the team traveling in a little white van. don’t scroll on Michael’s instagram until you see his long, heart-felt goodbye posts to the clique, and to Tyler and Josh.
and for the love of everything, don’t find the whole facebook albums that tired, beaten down Tyler filled with pictures of the few people that came to his shows. don’t see his old pictures filled with captions like, “thanks for showing up.” don’t find pictures that young Mark took of Tyler’s eyes open in passion, hoping the bartenders would turn and catch a glimpse of his show. don’t find where Tyler used to post reminders to be at the shows, because he never knew if someone would show up. don’t read the old posts about how he had to say goodbye to Nick and Chris.
don’t find Josh’s first pictures where he wrote poems in the captions, and used sad words in his posts. don’t look at his excitement when he got to be a part of twenty one pilots. resist the urge to find pictures of his brown-haired self sleeping in the back of a crammed van.
don’t do any of this. unless, of course, you want to end up like me: silent and at loss for words in front of a computer screen, tears in my eyes. don’t do this if you don’t want to feel a deep pride in your heart for how far this band has come. don’t find the old posts if you desperately miss the old crew. don’t read the comments on old posts unless you want to desperately write over and over again to Brad and Tyler and Josh and Mark that, “keep going, keep working. it gets better. you get the equipment, you get the second chances, you get the big shows, you get the recognition. keep working past crew members and band. keep working for what you believe in, it will come to you.” don’t read the old captions if you don’t want a feeling of helplessness as you wish you could go back in time and tell them that it will all work out.
speaking of being a massive ecology nerd, guess what season it is, folks!
That’s right, it’s FLEDGLING BIRD SEASON here in North America, which means it’s time for an annual reminder that most species of birds have almost no sense of smell. Someone probably told you that if you touch a baby bird, the mother will smell you on it and reject her baby. THAT IS NOT THE CASE.
Pictured: a young Mourning Dove, after being rescued from the tender mercies of my dog, circa spring 2005. It’s a fledgling! Note how it has most of its feathers, but still looks a bit awkward and scruffy, and, being unable to properly fly, can be caught by an elderly husky or a child.
Hatchlings: IF it is covered in fluffy down (or partly naked) and cannot flutter successfully, it’s a hatchling, and has fallen from its nest prematurely. Look for the nest- if you find it and can reach it, return baby and then gtfo and let the parents return. If you can’t find the nest, or if you find it in pieces on the ground, use a small box lined with dryer lint or dog hair or similar fluff and attach as close as possible to where you found the bird or where you think the nest was. Return baby!!!!
Fledglings: If you spot a young bird covered with feathers on the ground, chances are it’s a fledgling (bird tween, can flutter) who is not doing well in flying 101, but it is probably NOT injured or sick. Hanging out on the ground is part of the learning to fly process! If it looks like it’s in immediate danger (i.e. of being run over, stepped on, or eaten by a cat or dog), the best thing you can do for it is to gently scoop it up and place it in the branches of a nearby tree or shrub, and then LEAVE. The parents are likely nearby, and will return once the coast is clear of humans/predators. If it flutter-hops away from you and you can’t catch it, then don’t worry! It just successfully avoided a predator (you), and therefore can probably continue to do so.
DON’T DON’T DON’T: Try to feed it, bring it into your house or car, or take it to your local vet or animal shelter.
IF it IS actually for-real injured, you can catch it and contact a local wildlife rehabilitation professional (and then listen to whatever they tell you), but keep in mind that they get a LOT of fledgling birds, and those birds have a pretty high mortality rate. They may tell you that there is nothing you or they can do but allow nature to take its course, and that’s hard, but important to hear and respect.
A/N: Guys, this is one of my favorites. I’m loving it so far!
Steve stopped mid-step, forcing you
to move past him and close the door. He was completely solid, unmoving, eyes
darting everywhere as he took your semi-empty apartment. You tilted your head
and gave him a curious look before you remembered.
He lived here. This was his home.
His eyes teared up again. “It’s—”
His voice broke before he gave a breathless laugh, loaded with the sadness
inside him. “It’s so different, but it’s still the same.”
Those four words held so much power. You felt a definite tremor inside your chest as you watched Baekhyun’s face closely. He had looked up into your eyes when he said it and his hand gripped his phone. It jumped around as he waited for something to load, staring down at the small screen with his eyes darting around and his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth.
hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…
and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…
and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…
and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah
and for the first time, what’s past is past..
this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…
call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…
and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…
this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…
you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…
two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…
we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…
distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…
but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…
my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..
time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…
and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…
will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..
remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…
you were all i wanted, but not like this….
you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..
remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….
your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…
now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…
i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…
Well you never have to worry about that again, Miss Swan. I will always save you.
SWITCH to a LONG SHOT with Emma and Regina staring at each other. And FINALLY in a moment of despair both women embrace into a hug as a beam of light takes over and
EXT. NEW YORK. DAY.
FADE into the streets of New York. CLOSE UP to a young man running down the streets, through some stairs as he enters a church. Henry in a FUCKING HURRY. And we SWITCH through a couple of scenes until he finds a white door. And we find Emma in a bride’s dress.
Did you find them kid?
Oh good! I can’t believe we left the rings at home.
There is a knock on the door and David walks in with a radiant smile on his face as he sees his daughter.
Oh Emma… You look beautiful.
She’s with Regina.
Is she ready?
They are. Everyone is waiting.
CUT to Regina standing in front of a mirror, as she admires her long white dress.
You’ve never looked more beautiful than today.
Thank you. For everything.
SWITCH to David and Emma beginning to walk through a hallway, SWITCH to Regina and Mary Margaret also walking through a hallway. Both woman walking. wearing beautiful white bride dresses. CUT to everyone waiting at the altar. CLOSE UP to some of our favorite characters, THEN we CLOSE UP to Robin and Hook dressed in tuxedos. The doors open and Emma walks in first with David by her side as he is walking her down the aisle, as her and Hook exchange looks and a small smile. SWITCH to Regina walking in with Henry next and also exchange looks with Robin. It’s obvious it looks like a double when SUDDENLY Robin and Hook step aside AND Regina and Emma turn to face each other knowing they finally found their happy ending. And slowly the image transitions into a drawing and we realize we are looking at a picture. In Henrys book.
A man sits next to a young girl (8-10 years of age) and we realize this is Henry reading to what will possibly be his daughter.
“‘I do’ said the savior and the evil queen. And so what started as a battle between good and evil turned into the most unique tale of all fairy tales. The story of how the savior and the evil queen fell in love. And they lived happily ever after.”
Again daddy, again.
Again? Oh no, it’s time for you to go to bed my little princess.
How about we visit your grandmother’s tomorrow and they can tell you how it all happened?
Henry smiles and turns the light off. SWITCH to the young girl who is sitting in her bed, still staring at the drawing of Emma and Regina as she finds something oddly familiar. CLOSE UP to a picture of Emma and Regina and she smiles and its clear she realizes who the evil queen and the savior are. She closes the book and settles it next to her bed. CLOSE UP to the tittle “Once Upon a Time” as a beam of light shadows the tittle.
Anyways, we all know Michelle well enough to know that she wouldn’t put 20+ Hours into a piece with no symbolism in it (To note, rough estimate for time allotment but given how detailed this painting is I wouldn’t be surprised if it took longer even considering it was a collaboration piece) First off:
The clock. The important parts here would be the young boy, who we can safely tie together with Odin since the painting already strikes a feeling of nobility to the viewer. The boy is looking up to a portrait of a man wearing a crown, who we can assume was a past ruler. This could also be Odin’s own father whose not in the picture of a ruler who predated the boys birth. The boy is looking up the Man, he is grasping the bottom of the portrait while the womanly monarch figure is holding the top end of it. This could show that while the boy is in the line for power, he is still not at the stage where the female monarch is (Since she is holding her hands above the Mans image)
The Family Crest is worn proudly over his chest.You see the same square motif require in a lot of Odin’s art but I feel like that’s more design tracing back to the “Stoicness” than anything new for this painting.
More Jewels, pendants, and crown to continue to show the nobility aspect. It’s interesting to note that the only Jewelry that Odin had been shown with prior to this update was his Mothers red ring.
This may be a reach but that could symbolize that it was his Mother that married into the Arrow bloodline.
It’s Winter! Odin’s symbolic season is indeed Winter, yet compared to the last one this is still a happier scene. Similar to the I don’t know if its vastly important is the ferns. Could just be the familys plant?
Now, talking about reaches, I don’t know if this was intentional or not but:
Odin and his dam left hip. While the pose in the painting is by no means uncommon, the similar attention to the torso area has been an recurring theme for Odin. probably the only thing holding back the theory that his death was caused by drowning is the mystery hip. #MysteryLowerTorsoGate2017 Back to seriousness-
The Face. I can’t stop thinking about how the painting in this world looks like it’s a painting and not another panel of the comic. With the almost porcelain like skin you could just imagine this as an oil painting straight from the Louve.
Yet, that’s not the important part. Odin age here has to be of an at least 10+-year-old boy. While he is currently 18 in the comic and we all know Wrathia died 15 in the past. If Pedri had died the same time as her and bound himself with Odin, Odin would have only been three at the time. As we can see the pupils are still black that is not the case. Personally, I am a fan of the “Pedri was captured by Titan before he could kill himself” theory. I don’t think Pedri would be one to go against Wrathias wishes as he was deeply in love with her. I think the most likely answer to how Pedri died was sadly tortured/captured by Titan.
The painting honesty just opens up more questions. We still don’t know how either Pedri and Odin died. We also don’t know why Olai is so fixated on Odin death. But that’s another Meta for the morning.
When I was gonna do a drawing for an ask I ended up really liking how young Yellow looked so decided to draw her instead.
This is for the gemlings AU and I have some few headcanons on how they grow and the main one is that even if a gemling grows similar to a baby human, they mature WAAAAAAY sooner than humans, like in this picture Yellow would be in her early/mid teens but has already royal duties and colony projects.
And Blue is asking her to fill in for her while she takes care of baby Pink, haha.
I probably went a little too far with this, oh well. Although, this was probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far. Anyway, his was a request from an anon, hope you enjoy :)
Your boyfriend of one year, Jimin, decided for your anniversary he was going to take you to your favorite place, Disneyland. You two loved watching Disney movies together. You especially loved Beauty and the Beast and pretty much any princess movie. Jimin decide to even called you his princess. For your anniversary he made sure to get some time off so you two could spend a long weekend together.
Ok throughout my time in the fandom, I have seen a lot of hate directed towards the ship otayuri, but honestly since the first WTTM clip was released I feel like it’s gotten worse I I just can’t stay silent about it.
Let me put this simply; otayuri isn’t pedophilia. Pedophilia is the attraction of an adult FIVE YEARS OLDER than the victim. I don’t have to be good at math to know that 16+5 doesn’t equal 19.
That’s another thing, Yuri is canonically 16. So you can’t even use the “oh but he’s 15” argument. Just look at this page in the OFFICIAL pages in one of the books released by the creators of Yuri on Ice (as pictured above).
That’s right. Yuri is 16. Case closed. It’s not pedophilia.
Now I completely respect your opinion if you don’t ship it or if it makes you uncomfortable, but you can’t go around labelling it as pedophilia when it’s been proven on numerous occasions that it isn’t. That’s just belittling a serious, serious issue and that’s not okay.
The antis comment a lot of how Yuri can’t be in a relationship because he is too young to have sex, which I agree with, but who says their relationship has to be sexual? Who says everyone ships otayuri sees it as sexual? I know there are some people out there who do, and I honestly don’t agree with that, but why should a small group ruin it for everyone? Cos honestly, most otayuri shippers I’ve seen and spoken to just value the innocent love in their relationship. So are the antis telling me that every relationship is sexual? As an asexual, I know this is not correct.
Now I do agree with the antis on one thing (wow surprise); no one should be drawing sexualised art or writing sexual fiction featuring otayuri. If you want people to respect your ship, you have to respect that it’s not okay to portray a 16 year old in a sexual relationship. I know that some 16 year olds are, but we still should not be fixating on that. I even agree that we shouldn’t be aging the up just to have them in a sexual relationship. Like, why does it matter? Surely it’s not just me as an asexual that doesn’t see why people must fixate on that aspect of a relationship and neglecting the other important parts of a healthy relationship, especially one that is developing. We should be focusing on the love Yuri and otabek have towards each other without that aspect.
That’s all for now my dudes, so please enjoy WTTM, respect each other’s opinions, and don’t use the word pedophilia incorrectly or draw otayuri in a sexual relationship ✌🏼
A/N: I’m gonna be quite honest. These past weeks I’ve been staying up until 6 am and waking up at 2 pm. One day I woke up and found I had written this in my notes. I don’t really remember writing it, but hey. Why not?
Spencer Reid meets his guardian angel and she’s nothing like he would have ever imagined.
I NEED more of your mafia au in my life. So please continue, I'll make it worthwhile. *slides you Shiny Ninetails Pokémon card and a pack of Trident two layer gum*
Okay everyone, I would just like to say that yes, there will be a Part 4 because I still have some scenes in mind. But the fact that you take time to send me asks about the MafiaAU: Lance Salazar really made my day as well as when some of you commented on the post itself. And thanks to those who liked it and special thanks to those who shared it!
Also @charming-langst….how did you guessed that I like nine tails? *narrowing my eyes at you* are you spying on me? Joke! But really, it was such a coincidence that you guessed my favorite!
the age of eight, Lance’s studies about their world started. His childhood
became limited ever since he showed his intelligence level once during the
family’s recreational activities. Honestly, Lance thought that they were just
playing a simple board game. His father explained to him the rules and for
little Lance back then, it was fairly easy. He beat his father five times in a
row. It was after a few years passed when Lance discovered that his father was
a genius chess player (Vongola Decimo always called his father for a game or
two) and strategist.
the age of twelve, Lance sneaked into the meeting room of his father due to a
dare from one of his siblings. He didn’t manage to get inside the room though
for a certain man caught his attention. Maybe the man was near his fifties but
his features still showed that he was one of those types that could easily get
the attention of others. Later on, he discovered that the name of the man was
“Reborn” and that he was the most trusted adviser of Vongola Decimo. The guy
was also known as the number one hitman in the Mafia world. Maybe this Reborn
person saw something in him for the next day Decimo himself visited Lance
personally. They chatted for a bit and play some board game called “Games of
the Generals”. Lance managed to win 2 out of 3.
was a natural charmer. He could melt anyone’s heart (hearts that were not
frozen cold) and he knew this himself. Sometimes he used it to his advantage
whenever he was kidnapped. But if things got worst then there was a reason why
he was trained how to use the gun.
was no stranger to blood. Once or twice he passed through their interrogation
rooms and the sight of bloodied and dismembered bodies became a norm for him.
Lance made his first interrogation at 15 when he and his youngest sister got
kidnapped. A few exchanged of gun shots here and there, and Lance managed to
turn the tables around. The hunter became the hunted, a phrase said from a
number of his favourite movies.
was labelled as “Young Demon” that day.
because he was used to the sight and smell of murder didn’t mean that he wanted
to live his whole life like this. Lance has dreams of his own. He has dreams
that he wanted to reach with his own hands.
of Lance and not the hands of Salazar’s.
knew that the Vongola Decimo favoured him from the rest of the children of
their allies. Though he never knew the reason why, Lance used this to his
advantage. He listed all the reasons why he wanted to get out, why he wanted to
be freed. Of course all of his reasonings were weak, Lance knew this and the
Vongola knew this. But still, Decimo talked to that Reborn person and after a
few hours of waiting, they escorted Lance back to the Salazar’s mansion and
talked about the future with the Salazar Don.
the age of 16, Lance was no longer a member of the dark world. He was just an
knows you could never escape the underworld, especially if you were born inside
deal made was consisted of: one, Lance would stay in the vacation house given
to him by Decimo himself and located in Cuba. Two, some Salazar’s men would
check up on him personally every other week. Three, he was not allowed to
invite any civilian (even though Lance was technically considered as civilian
also) in his house. Four, he was obligated to meet or talk to the family in
important events which was birthdays and Christmas.
all in all it was like he had just taken a temporary vacation away from the
it was a good thing he only cut the Mafia ties but not his ties as a blood
Lance loved his family with all his heart, never question him about this.
was beyond irritated right now. Who would have thought that Lance was a
Salazar? That Salazar. It was like
suddenly all the pieces clicked together into their own proper places. She
thought Lance was born in a family of soldiers or just used to play strategic
games during his teenage years.
never freaking expected that Lance was born inside the Mafia.
was lunch time and everyone was eating together. When Pidge said everyone she
did meant everyone. Lance just gave
his servants one look and they all settled themselves with the rest of team
Voltron on the dining area after they put down all the foods and drinks.
table was a bit similar to the one they used in the castle. It was long and elliptical
in shape, she was used seeing Allura to be on what the Paladins had dubbed as
the head part of the table so seeing Lance in that position was very unusual
for Pidge. Lance kept cooing like a baby when he saw the foods and drinks on
the table, at least some things hadn’t changed. Pidge didn’t really know if she
knew Lance that deep despite being stuck together in space for five years.
Esmeralda, your cooking is the best! No offence, Hunk.” Lance added the last
sentence as an afterthought when he took a bite of what he called ropa vieja.
taken, Lance. This taste really good.”
Pidge assumed it was the woman sitting across from her, smiled when she heard the
praises of the rest of the Paladins and the obvious delight of the two Alteans
when they started to eat also.
you. We really missed your presence here, Young Master.”
say stop calling me ‘Young Master’ but…”
we will just keep doing it because someone needs to remind you what is your
real position.” It was the head butler named Alejandro who spoke before
cleaning his lips using the napkin and Pidge was reminded of those movies where
people try to learn proper table manners in just one night. Good thing Lance
didn’t care about proper etiquette inside his own house.
me a break, Alejandro. I’m already 24 years old! I’m not that young boy
yet you are still that young boy who almost gave Master Halberd a heart attack
when he saw you waving a gun.” One of the maids named Juliana commented as she
poured Allura’s cup with apple juice.
was one time! And it was Falcata’s fault for leaving her gun on her study
table.” Pidge could not believe it, Lance was pouting because his servants were
ganging up on him. She could not consider this as sharing embarrassing stories
because imagining little Lance waving a gun with the safety either on or off
was not a really good picture in her mind right now.
to think of it, isn’t it because of that that Master Khanda started teaching
Young Master Lance how to hold a gun?” Marcelo looked up at the ceiling as if
it could verify his words.
the word hold. Mistress Flyssa threw
a fit when she saw her older brother teaching Young Master Lance how to shoot.”
Benita snickered when she refreshed the memory of her twin brother.
because of that, Master Halberd was forced to step in and declared that Young
Master Lance will only be allowed to shoot a gun when he reached the age of
you are just two years older than me, Learco! Why are you calling me ‘Young
Master’ too?! And why are you guys sharing my childhood stories to my friends?!”
Lance started hitting the table with his right hand like a petulant child as he
focused his gaze on the left side of the table where his butlers and maids were
it’s fun~” Sylvia sang as she waved her fork around.
two years is still two years. Which means that you are technically my ‘Young Master’.” Learco grinned but ducked under the
table on the last second when Lance threw his glass towards him.
can’t believe this,” Lance held his chest in a show of mock hurt, “betrayed by
my second family. After five years and this is the welcome that I get? I should
have fired all of you before I got blasted in space by a sentient lion.”
really missed you, Young Master Lance.” Pidge heard the oldest human male in
the room and she saw that the man was giving Lance a fatherly smile which their
Blue Paladin returned with an equally soft smile.
Only Grandpa Eterio lives up to his name!”
that is because Grandpa Eterio likes to baby you, Young Master.”
yelped when Lance took hold of the knife beside his plate and jumped towards
him. The rest of the maids and butlers just continued eating and coaxed the
Voltron team to do the same while Learco was running for his dear life because
Lance has long legs and the stamina to run a five kilometer marathon.
this was the people that Lance considered as his second family then Pidge
thought that she must ready herself in meeting the main family.
wonder Lance asked them to bring their bayards.