While I don’t actually think Sansa could win the game of thrones, I can’t help but root for her. Everytime I go on a YouTube video where her name is even mentioned the comment section is littered with “I wish Sansa would die already”. Like Why? What has she directly done to hurt you? Then it’s bullshit excuses blaming her for stuff in season 1. Sorry, but no. Everyone loves fucking Jamie Lannister who crippled Bran and literally murdered people but as soon as Sansa makes one shit decision in season1 (12yo) several years ago she’s an asshole forever???? People can say Jamie or the Hound (murdered children as well) has come a long way but not for Sansa???
There is some crazy double standard for Sansa Stark and it only makes me root for her more.
When/if the day comes and she has either won the game of thrones or at least survived I will literally throw a celebration party and bathe in the bitter tears of ant-sansa people.
[End of rant (had to get this off my chest)]
yousef is gonna be so god damn happy when he meets isak and sees how much he loves even and how he’s always there for him because yousef loves even and he definitely feels like he failed him and knowing even has someone is definitely gonna be a huge relief for him
“You’re probably hungry, so please accept this peace offering!”
He wants me to eat that thing?
Okay so, this is a Shance au based heavily on an anime I saw in like 2013 called gargantia on the verdurous planet.
Basically: Shiro has been in space his entire life preparing to fight in a war that’s purpose is to save the human race
But during a battle gone wrong. Shiro and his ship (aka: black lion in mecha form lol) get thrown way off from the objective and become suspended in space, to save the pilots life Shiro falls into a period of cryo stastis and when he wakes up he finds himself on earth. A planet heard of only in legends, and (supposedly) where the humans first originated from.
Earth is now almost completely covered by water, and all the humans (including Lance Keith Hunk Pidge Coran Allura Alfor Shay ect.) live on big floating man made islands.
Now Shiro has to find a purpose for himself, something he’s never even imagined doing, while also adjusting to a peaceful life after years of war and hardships and barely anything enjoyable, luckily he meets a very kind person (ya boy LANCE) who’s more than willing to help him adjust.
Ransom was lying on the floor of the attic, staring up at rafters with his arms splayed at his sides. The bed seemed too far for him to walk when he was in this state. How could he ever walk again when Alexei Mashkov and more importantly, Alexei Mashkov’s ass had been within three feet of him?
“That was so embarrassing,” Ransom moaned, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re going to have to find a new roommate because I’m never showing my face again.”
He’d imagined meeting Tater in various different ways for the last few years, he’d always planned to wow him with his hockey skills. Maybe Tater would show up randomly at one of his games and he’d wait for him after and he’d pull him close and kiss him and tell him that he played beautifully in that thick Russian accent and Ransom would wrap his arms around those thick shoulders and…
“Dude, he’s just a guy,” Holster said, unimpressed. Ransom was vaguely aware of the sound of the mattress creaking across the room as Holster sat down.
“He’s Alexei “Tater” Mashkov,” Ransom said, annoyed. “You’re just a guy. I’m just a guy.”
“Whatever you say, man.”
Ransom’s phone buzzed in his pocket, once, twice…
He reached down and pulled it out
Jack: Can I give Tater your number?
Holy shit. Before Ransom could even process the words Tater and your number in the same sentence his phone buzzed again.
Jack: He asked.
He. Asked. Ransom immediately shot up and ran across the room to fling his phone in Holster’s lap.
“He wants your number?”
“He. Wants. My. Number.”
Ransom’s hands were shaking as he took the phone back and sat down next to Holster on the bottom bunk.
“What do I say?”
“You say yes?” Alexei Mashkov wanted his number. Alexei Mashkov, who had spoken exactly four words to during his entire visit.
Ransom: Yeah. Of course. What’s he want with it?
That sounded cool and calm and not like Ransom was freaking out, right?
“Bro, breathe. Come on.” Holster nudged his arm and Ransom stared at him with wide eyes. “This is your second chance, right? If you text him you can actually think about what you’re saying before you say it and he’ll have no idea that you’re a crazy obsessed fan.”
“Screw you,” he muttered. His phone buzzed again and this time…
“Alexei, I love you, let me call you daddy?” Holser said, smirking.
Ransom waved him off. “Stop. This is serious, dude. What do I say?”
“That’s too boring. He’s going to get bored if I just say hi.”
“Give me the phone.” Holster stood up and grabbed the phone from Ransom’s hand and Ransom immediately tackled him to the ground.
“No! You’re going to say something stupid!” He hissed, as Holster held the phone above his head. “Give it back!”
Holster flipped them over, straddling Ransom’s waist and grinned triumphantly as he typed.
Ransom: Hey. Sorry I didn’t get to talk to you earlier.
“What are you writing? Fuck Holster what are you writing?”
“I just told him you think his ass is better than Jack’s,” he teased, and Ransom let out a wail.
“Get your stupid huge thighs off me and give me my phone!” He exclaimed, pushing Holster backwards so that he could grab the phone from his hands.
Holster handed it back, laughing, and sat up on his forearms, Ransom still half in his lap.
“Fuck. Okay. Fine. This is fine,” Ransom said, looking down at the message. “Shit man, you scared me.”
He looked down at Holster, glasses askew and shirt riding up his torso and laughed. “You’re such a dick.”
“A dick who’s helping you text your idol,” Holster said, grinning and pushing his glasses back into place. “Asshole.”
Tater: Is okay you ran. I have affect like that on people ))))))
“Is that…is he?” That was definitely flirting, right? Ransom couldn’t be sure… He turned the phone to show Holster.
“Dude.” Holster said, sitting up. “That’s gay.”
Ransom sat criss-cross on the floor, phone in his lap. He was just about to reply when the phone buzzed again and Holster hovered behind his back looking at the response.
Tater: Next time will give you autograph
“God he’s cocky,” Holster grumbled, and Ransom nudged his stomach.
“He can afford to be cocky with an ass like that.”
Ransom: Haha that’d be cool actually.
“That’d be cool actually,” Holster mimicked. Ransom glared. Why was he being like this?
“You know I suck at this stuff, man, stop,” Ransom told him. Ever since he broke up with March he’d been trying to get back in the game, and it wasn’t like Alexei Mashkov was queer or even trying to hook up with him, but it was the principle of the thing.
Tater: You are good player too. I watch games with Zimmboni.
“He thinks I’m a good player,” Ransom whispered. Holy shit.
Ransom: Thanks man. Just sucks we didn’t make it farther in the playoffs.
Tater: Some win, some lose )))
“Why is he even texting you, though?” Holster muttered, standing back up.
Ransom looked up, shocked. “Dude. What’s your problem?”
“Don’t have one. I’m just wondering. It’s kinda weird, okay?”
And it was weird, but he was literally texting his celebrity crush and his best bro could be a little happier for him?
“Yeah I mean I don’t get it, but shit man.”
This was…awkward. He watched Holster carefully. He was…tense. After all these years playing together, living together, Ransom knew when something was up.
He opened his mouth to ask when Holster turned around abruptly, looking down at him.
“This is your Birthday Keagster, Rans, let’s go down, alright?”
“Yeah, alright.” Holster held a hand out to help him up and his hand lingered before he ran it back through his hair. So weird.
“And eat something! I will take care of your drunk ass if I have to, but I won’t clean up any of your puke even if it is your birthday,” Holster said, grinning. Back to normal.
Ransom laughed. “I’m the one who took care of your drunk ass when you stripped on the pong table last week, but okay.”
“Fuck off,” Holster said, nudging him in the arm.
Back to normal. Ransom grinned and opened the attic door. “It’s my birthday I’ll get shitfaced if I want to.”
His phone buzzed again with another text from Alexei and he felt Holster physically stiffen at his side.
What the fuck.
He decided to ignore the text for now. He only had a little while longer to enjoy college with his best bud, and even if they were moving in together, everything was about to change.