In this scene from the newest short, I could only imagine how angry Winston would have been after seeing his friend (I argue best friend) disappear. Like I don’t really see people mention how good (best) friends Winston and Tracer are!
-Winston makes Tracers chronal accelerator and in her words “But my friend Winston would not give up, he kept at it, day and night.” Essentially giving Tracer control of her powers. Also, he is present her during her training.
- On Winston’s computer, Tracers and his photo sit on top of all the others, including one of Dr. Winston (essentially his dad) and Winston as a baby!
- During the recall, Tracer is the first to answer Winstons call.
-During the first short Winston and Tracer are fighting alongside each other.
- They spend Christmas with each other gosh darn it!
AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF! Winton FUCKING ONE PUNCHES Doomfist after seeing his (best) friend disappear! BFFs.
I want Keith to notice something’s up with Lance. I want him to notice how Lance’s eyes don’t light up nearly as bright anymore as they did before, how his smiles seem strained and fake, like he’s putting up a mask for everyone else’s benefit.
I want Keith to find Lance one late night back in the control room looking at the map of stars and somewhere in there is earth.
I want them to talk and eventually Lance starts pouring out his insecurities.
And all the while Keith is just looking at him confused and he interrupts Lance and starts spilling out about how great Lance is, and how he really is the team’s sharpshooter and pretty much the heart of their team and if it wasn’t for him none of them would be where they are now with Voltron and a family and just…everything.
And he doesn’t realize he’s gone off on a tangent until he stops and his breathing is labored and he realizes it’s gone quiet and the overdue anxiety comes back tenfold as he realizes Lance is silent.
He chances a look up to see Lance with eyes shining and watery and he could’ve sworn he saw a blush across his cheeks too but he’s not given a second glance before he turns away, face burning, hoping what he just said didn’t ruin whatever tentative friendship they had before.
And he’s pretty sure his face is burning when he feels soft lips press against his cheek and hear a small thank you and Lance is leaving the room quickly with his shoulders hunched and fists clenched in embarrassment. And Keith is just sitting there definitely sure his face is the same color as his lion but he holds up fingers to press against the spot where Lance kissed and before he knows it he’s up and running to catch up with Lance.
i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking
aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:
genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????
but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.
and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”
“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”
and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”
and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”
“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”
There’s an angry mob outside the Supergirl studios. Actress, and cast mom, Chyler Leigh has to push her way through to get to set.
She spots LGBTQ+ warrior Floriana Lima on set sending tweet after tweet. Chyler nearly has a heart attack. ‘Floriana, you’re on Twitter?!’
Floriana looks up, bags under her eyes. It’s obvious that she hasn’t slept in a while - she hasn’t, in fact, she’s been tweeting all night. ‘Damage control, babe,’ she says before returning to her phone.
Chyler nods and keeps walking, only to be stopped by Jeremy Jordan and Melissa Benoist running frantically across set. The Irish Goddess, Katie McGrath is in hot pursuit, clutching a chair in her hands WWE style.
‘What the??’ Chyler mutters to herself before advancing. She sees her new castmate Odette Annable in the fetal position by a wall. Chyler rushes over. ‘Odette, sweetie, what’s wrong?’
Odette looks at her, eyes wide and traumatized. ‘C-comic-con,’ she stutters.