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Benjamin Schiff Platt Who?????? “See ya, Loser”’- Faist, M. (2017)


Wonderfalls (2004)

Pushing Daisies (2007 - 2009)

Hannibal (2013 - 2015)

Okay, I apologise for the terrible editing and all but just really wanted to highlight one of the more underrated running jokes from the fullerverse that absolutely cracks me up.

  • Hunk: you know you really really shouldn't do that
  • Lance: I know I know
  • Lance: like it's a really bad idea
  • Hunk, sighing: you're gonna do it anyway aren't you
  • Lance: oh yeah, because you know what my favourite thing is
  • Hunk, unimpressed: fucking your self over
  • Lance: HELL YEAH *proceeds to do the thing that makes Shiro have 6 mental breakdowns in the space of 3 mins*

Stay For The Night~*✲゚*✧~*✧⋆

Don’t want the world to know what makes me weak
Don’t want the world to know that side of me
When I never even leave

Don’t want the world to know I’m by myself
Don’t want the world to know I’m on your shelf
But if you want to try at all

Stay for the night, tell you why nothing’s right if you’re gone
Stay for the night, if it’s all a lie, I wouldn’t mind if you’re wrong
Stay for the night, we’ve been alright for so long
There’s no coloring around us anymore
You either know or you don’t

(In which Clarke gives into her feelings, still shaken by the idea that Lexa could have died and Lexa comforts her.) 

11 days until Voltron season 4 can i get a FUCK

White Hair Keith: a Poem

I do not like Keith with white hair.
I do not like him anywhere.
I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not like him in the rain.
Not in the dark! 
Not in a tree!
Not in a car!
You let me be!
I do not like him in a box.
I do not like him with a fox.
I will not like him in a house.
I do not like him with a mouse. 
I do not like him here or there.
I do not like Keith with white hair!

anonymous asked:

Angst prompt! Hanahaki disease, any couple :D

Urban Dictionary: a fictional (emphasis on fictional) disease, often used in fanfictions, where the victim regurgitates and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from unrequited love.

It had started like a normal cough. A tickle in his chest, a scratch in his throat, both easily relieved with some hot, bitter alien tea Coran had given him.
But after a few weeks had passed and the symptoms only got worse Lance began to suspect something wasn’t quite right. He found himself running out of breath a little faster each day, his stamina during training dropping significantly until simply changing his clothes was enough to have him winded, any strain beyond walking down a hallway throwing him into violent coughing fits.
He spent several nights in a healing pod without any results beyond a relief to his sore muscles and not even the numerous scans Coran conducted managed to reveal what was wrong with him.

Until one morning, just after taking a ridiculously exhausting shower, Lance figured out exactly what was wrong with him. The humidity paired with the questionable strain of drying himself had sent him into another coughing fit, doubling over and heaving until, finally, he spit out a handful of deep red, crinkled flower petals into his palm.
He stared at them, mind blank and shocked to his core, until Shiro had entered the communal showers and he quickly hid the petals in his chest before feeling the room without a single word, panic creeping into every fibre of his being.

It was impossible. He was in a relationship. A very stable, fulfilling relationship. Hanahaki didn’t happen to people like him. People who had soft, loving, supportive partners, people who were happy.
But then it happened again. And again. He just kept coughing up these flower petals, sometimes tiny, sometimes larger, in deep shades of red and purple and light pastel pinks. It happened more and more often, so often that it became hard to hide from everyone else. Every cough during a meal or training session making panic flare up in his stomach when he had to crush the petals in his fist, hoping no one would notice the colourful stains in his palms.

He could feel Pidge giving him strange looks and Shiro becoming more and more worried each day as Coran ran every diagnostic possible with the ships incredibly advanced system to no avail.
But of course it was Hunk who caught him in the end, having dropped to his knees in the middle of his room in another violent coughing fit, clutching handfuls of bright pink petals to his chest, strain and desperation forcing tears to well up in his eyes as he looked up at his boyfriend.

“Is that … what I think it is?”, Hunk started carefully and Lance could already feel his big, soft heart starting to shatter, a painful squeeze answering in his own chest.
“Yes…”, he wheezed, voice hoarse and raspy. “No … I … I don’t know?” Hunk fell to his knees in front of him and Lance could barely swallow a helpless sob as that warm, deep gaze found his, large hands reaching out to wrap around his cold, sweaty ones to carefully pry his fingers open.
“I don’t know what’s wrong…!”, he insisted, a shiver running through his whole body as Hunks thumbs traced patterns into his palms, crinkling the delicate petals and making some of them drift to the floor. His eyes started to burn, tears welling up more and more until they spilled over, dripping down his cheeks.

“I love you!” This time it was a sob. “I swear to god I love you!”
“I love you too”, Hunk said, honest and warm but he sounded so small and Lance wanted to scream. “So it can’t be because of me.” Lance shook his head, eyes squeezed shut and forcing more tears to spill.
“It’s not! It’s not because of … but I don’t…” A hiccup interrupted his words and made him cough up another handful of tiny petals, silently falling into his lap.
Hunk reached up and cupped one of his wet cheeks with his wide, warm palm. Lance nuzzled into it without even thinking.

“Is it Allura?”, Hunk asked and Lance grit his teeth against another cough, sniffing. “Shiro? Ah, maybe it’s Keith…”
“It doesn’t matter!”, Lance wheezed before coughing again because he didn’t know, he didn’t even know. Why was this happening to him? “I can’t force anyone to love me!”

Strong, steady arms wrapped around his quivering body as Hunk pulled him into a tight hug, hooking his chin over Lance’s shoulder and muttering, in a soothing voice:
“It’s okay, we’ll find a cure. There has to be one, right? I bet Alteans can cure anything. You’ll be fine, you hear me? You’ll be fine, Lance…”
It sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as his boyfriend.
Lance squeezed his eyes shut, let his tears soak into Hunk’s shirt and allowed himself to be lulled in by the soothing sound of Hunk’s voice, giving in to the illusion that there was a chance this wouldn’t end horribly for both of them. And for a few, blissful moments, he even managed to ignore the insistent scratch in the back of his throat.

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anonymous asked:

Oooooo if we're getting into angst, do you think you could do college!au shklance where Lance gets sick and refuses to admit it and ends up in the hospital?

It hadn’t been too irrational. With three tests that week and two exams the next, one essay due and two presentations to give as well as one final project to wrap up nothing seemed irrational.
So what if he’d been running a fever for close to five days already and was having vivid hallucinations of ominous purple clouds puking kittens into his bed? It was only two more weeks. He’d worked his ass off for the last few months and would finish the semester strong.
Or at least that was what Lance told himself until he fainted halfway through his ethics presentation.
He was drifting in a wavering state between conscious and unconscious for what they later told him were about two days. When he wasn’t surrounded by oppressing darkness he was seeing things, unsure if it was distorted reality or crazy dreams.
There were more clouds, wafting along the high, white ceiling, getting darker the longer he blinked at them. People were especially creepy. He could swear Keith and Hunk visited him at least a few times but their faces were washed off, voices so deep and rumbling he couldn’t understand a word they said. There were nurses and doctors, distant white and pastel shapes floating through the room once in a while, sometimes touching him with frozen fingers, prodding his face and his arms.

But the nights … the nights were horrifying. He couldn’t sleep, not for long, the shadows wafting around him hiding tall, inhuman shapes in the corners of the rooms that started to drift closer when he was so much as dozing off, reaching for him with bony, long-fingered hands and staring at him from empty eyesockets.
He woke up screaming more than once, the night nurse saving him for a short while when she came to check on him but ultimately left him to the lurking creatures again.

His fever broke on Friday afternoon, allowing him to finally drift into a peaceful sleep.
When he awoke the next morning Hunk was sitting on a chair close to the bed, munching on a slice of dry hospital bread and scrolling through his phone with his free hand.
The second bed was empty but beyond it there was another person curled up in an armchair tucked into the corner of the hospital room. Keith was dozing, the half closed blinds throwing stripes of early morning sunlight across his face. It didn’t seem to bother him in the least. There were books piled onto the windowsill, a binder stuffed to bursting and a tablet balancing precariously on top of the tower.
Oh yes, it was finals week.

Oh shit. It was finals week.

Lance twitched violently, trying to push himself into an upright position but failing when his arms buckled under the weight of his body and a sharp headache shot into his temples. Falling back into the pillows he let out a pathetic whimper that caught Hunk’s attention.
“Lance?”, he asked, throwing his phone onto the empty hospital bed. “You awake? How are you, man? Ah wait, let me call the…”
Behind him Keith stirred, blinking into the sunlight and pulling a face as he rolled off the armchair and stumbled over to them. He looked horrible, paler than usual with dark circles under his eyes and  deep worry lines etched into his forehead. But for some reason Lance had a feeling he still won at the prestigious game of looking like shit.

Hunk wolfed down the rest of his bread before clambering to his feet and hurrying off to fetch a nurse or whatever. Keith stayed back, hands stuffed into his pockets and squinting down at Lance with very obvious distaste even though there was something else in his pissed expression, something hidden and raw.
“You’re a reckless idiot”, he grumbled, voice hoarse and scratchy. Lance tried to grin but the movement alone sent another stabbing pain through his head and he winched instead, giving a subtle shrug.

“You like it”, he teased and fuck, what that his voice? Would it stay like that forever now?
Keith scoffed and crossed his arms in an oddly defensive gesture.
“Yeah, I’m super into you almost dying”, he snarked back. “At least then you’d shut up.”
Before Lance could wreck his suffering brain for an adequate comeback Hunk returned with a nurse in tow who promptly checked him over before adjusting whatever had been fed into him via the IV.
The guy was hot, tall and beefy with kind eyes and experienced movements, but Lance was way too done with the world to do as much as drop a comment.

When everything was over Hunk took his place in the chair again as Keith reluctantly settled on the edge of the bed. Between the two of them they filled him in about what he’d missed while being delirious in the hospital, exhaustion weighing them down.
It still annoyed Lance endlessly that he’d probably have to take the exams next semester instead and had to hold another presentation but … it was easy to forget about these things when by mid day Hunk and Keith were both curled up beside him in bed, making up for some of the sleep they’d lost worrying about him.

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