the reason i want Lance to be the black paladin is because it would be so good for him, and not JUST Lance, but the rest of the team too. say what you want about Allura being a better candidate, and while it would be logical to have her lead, she already has her leader traits fleshed out. but something she and the rest of the team really need to learn, is supporting each other.
we all know Lance is really insecure about himself, and suddenly being thrusted into the role of a leader would be very overwhelming for him. he will need support from his teammates to help him get through this and have him learn to believe in himself. this means the team will have no choice but to learn to support Lance and accept him as a leader figure. they will have no choice but to start taking him seriously and not brushing him off. they will have to learn to respect him more than the teammate that cracks jokes and flirts around with aliens. they will have to learn to respect his choices and follow his lead. everyone will have character development if Lance becomes the black paladin. he is the best option, he can make a wonderful leader if people would give him a chance and the time to develop.
I got ambitious and made this insanely high res for some reason or another so that made it take thrice as long to get through.
But it was worth it because this is more fanart for @themarydragon, who I think I’ve previously mentioned is a writing wizard, but it’s worth saying again, especially in case I haven’t. This is from Chapter 8 of her fic Calm Waters Run Deep, at some interim point of the night. Good stuff.
Also, Mary, if you happen to want the 18x12 in, 300 dpi version to print, just message me. It’s the least I could do for ya!
"You're drunk and throwing up and I'm holding your hair back but I somehow still find you attractive" jily
James Potter is about to piss his pants.
He’s just been handed another bottle of goodness knows what, poison seems to be a better word for it, from his drunken best friend when James remembers that he hasn’t been to the freaking loo since arriving at this rubbish party.
“You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“I look like I’m about to piss my pants, Sirius. Which I am.”
Drunken best friend, Sirius Black, who’s on his seventh drink of the night and is still taking annoying snapchat photos of James when James is not ready blinks.
“Then go and piss. Release your kraken, set the captives free.”
“I don’t even know where the toilet is.” He’s bordering on desperate now, clinging onto his empty bottle of rosé
like it’s his lifeline (which it technically is by this point).
Sirius doesn’t mean to be an ass, he just is one by nature. So when the boy pulls a face, shrugs his shoulders and says, “Follow the smell?” James doesn’t even bat an eyelid.
“Right, thanks Sirius. You moron.” Empty bottle of drink slams onto the table. “Okay. I’m going on an expedition. Hate you.”
“Love you too.”
It takes him about ten minutes of trying to squeeze himself through crowds of people, trying to not push into three snogging couples and trying to not tangle himself into a game of spin the bottle before he makes it to the upper floor.
There’s a couple canoodling in the first room he opens.
“Sorry!” He closes said door in a flash, sighs and squeezes his thighs together as he moves to the door which looks like a bathroom door (it’s got the letter ‘T’ stuck onto it, so he supposes that’s a sign?).
Door bangs open and hands fly down to his zipper. That’s when he realises there’s a girl lying on the floor.
“Hello.” She lifts up her head and James gets this pang straight in his heart.
She’s the girl who he saw several hours ago, dancing on a table and belting out the lyrics to Call Me Maybe. He doesn’t really believe in true love at first sight, but if that wasn’t a sign then he truly doesn’t know what is. She knew every single line of it, even winked at him as she twirled and kicked her legs out as she tried and failed to tap dance.
He blinks. “Uh. Hi?”
She’s clinging onto her mobile phone, legs in a tangled mess as she pulls herself up. She wavers on her feet unsteadily for a moment before reaching out a hand.
“James. Hi. Ah, are you uh… okay?” He runs a hand through his hair.
She looks at him, green eyes piercing through his very soul.
She’s gorgeous. And so very, very drunk, which he doesn’t realise until she grimaces, wobbles and then sprints to the toilet and plonks her entire face into it.
“Oh.” He scratches his ear and then calculates his options, which are rather limited at this point.
This is the only toilet and a beautiful and painfully attractive girl is currently chundering into it like it’s an olympic sport.
His bladder will have to wait.
He steps forward and then he’s placing a supportive hand on her back. “There there…” She groans and her body hunches up again. His hand flies up just in time to hold back some of her hair before she retches again.
Is it weird that he still finds her attractive? Even when her face is, quite literally, in a toilet and she’s sprawled out on the floor.
“I hate everything.” A small voice echoes out and then an ice cold hand flutters to rest against his thigh. He shivers.
“Do you want some water?”
She grunts and he takes that as a yes. Luckily there’s a couple of unused glasses stacked by the windowsill (someone was obviously prepared for this type of thing) and so he passes her one with shaky fingers.
She doesn’t say anything as she slurps and he pulls out his phone, looking at Sirius’ snapchat story in which he and a small brunette girl take about a dozen crazy selfies.
“Sorry about uh, all that.” She’s pale, but a little bit of colour is slowly coming back to her cheeks. He notices she lets out a shiver and immediately he’s shrugging off his jacket and resting it on her bare shoulders.
“It was my pleasure. Uh, I mean. That I enjoyed… bollocks, uh. Just-”
She’s laughing, it’s music to his ears and then they both hold onto each other as they stand.
They’re still holding hands as they walk through the landing, balancing onto each other and giggling as they stumble down the stairs. Then he walks with her to the kitchen, handing her some Jacob’s crackers which she takes with a giddy thanks.
He only remembers about his desperate need to pee when he sees a lad doing just that in the small inflatable paddling pool outside. It’s like he’s on fire and he’s amazed that he even forgot about his desperation.
Lily’s pulling on his hand, asking if he’s okay.
“I really need to uh pee.”
They’re grasping onto each other again, pulling themselves through the rooms and making sure they don’t get pulled into the same game of spin the bottle before they conquer the stairs again.
He’s basically hopping as he finally makes it to the bathroom and when he’s done she’s still there. He doesn’t know why he’s a little surprised, but he’s happy.
“If it’s Carly Rae Jepsen then totally.”
This time they do get pulled into the game of spin the bottle and he can’t even believe the odds when the empty vodka bottle stops on him. Even before the bottle can decide the poor sod who has to kiss him, he’s being pulled towards Lily. And she’s snogging him senseless.
He’s melting into her, fairly sure this has to be a dream. But it’s not. He supposes this party wasn’t as rubbish as he thought it was.
OK, I really, really need to give my brain a rest from playing Overwatch, and probably Miraculous Ladybug too.
Seriously, ever since this morning in my mind the combination of Miraculous Ladybug and Overwatch characters have been buggin me.
These are very rough sketches and I dont know if im going to make clean versions and although i dont like to use direct references for poses, I had to use some to end this as fast as I could and find some rest.
He’d had time to pour over
the briefing from S.H.I.E.L.D. and only enough time to try and process in the
quinjet on the way to what Coulson was calling a Helicarrier.
He felt both awe and
reticence when he watched the files on Stark.
He was intelligent and reckless and made Steve think a little of himself
and, much like he felt in his own skin, he wondered how much of Stark was a
He felt guilt watching
Banner. Of all the advances made in the
twenty-first century and still Erskine had been so beyond his time that no one
had yet caught up to him. The
fascination with the serum – with what Steve represented – had led Banner to a
prison made out of his own skin. (He
would wonder, later, how far off the trial serum had been in Banner’s case, I’m always angry, echoing in his head).
He felt dumbstruck at the
possibility of Thor’s existence. For all
that he had seen in the life he’d had Before, he never thought – he’d seen the vast expanse of the cosmos,
before Schmidt had disappeared into it, but he hadn’t thought that there’d be
something else –someone else – out
there. It made him wonder if Schmidt was
still out there, too.
He’d watched and
re-watched the footage of Strike Team Delta – Natasha Romanoff and Clint
Barton. He was. He was awed, and looked forward to meeting
them most of all. As far as the
information from S.H.I.E.L.D. had noted, they had no enhancements. They had pasts, sure, but they had no serum
or otherworldly abilities or suits worth millions.
They were human, made of blood and sweat and hours
upon hours of practice and (to read their files) abuse and perseverance and
they were as skilled and fearsome a team as any of the others recommended on
Steve thought of his time
Before, he and Bucky, back alleys and bloody lips and scraped knuckles and how hard it was to survive and here were two
people so dedicated, so skilled they may as well have been a two-person
Commando unit. Were, as far as Steve was concerned. He was anxious to meet them.
Imagine opal taking chainsaw to school to show for show and tell she's like "my dad pulled her out of his dream just like me!" And the whole class just laughs while the teacher looks concerned in the back of the class
I’m just picturing the teacher in the teacher’s lounge after this being like “Man I thought the ‘babies come from the stork’ thing was ridiculous enough but wait til you hear how this one dad told his kid she was born”
Okay so lest totally just forget about nsfw shance for a few minutes and look at domestic shance i’m gonna start making a a few of these for different activity’s.is this even domestic i don’t even know.
-Lance and Shiro using the bathroom at the same time complaining about how bad the others dump smells.
L:“What the hell have you been eating.” S:”oh i don’t know maybe your cooking.” L: *makes an fake offended noise with his hand on his chest.”
- Bathroom pranks. Lance messing with Shiro’s shampoo so it dyes his forelock light purple, shiro getting payback by putting pva glue in lances face mask and freaks out when he thinks his skin is pealing off.
- Shiro switching the temperature of the water while Lance is using the shower and screams like a little girl.
- Having relaxing bubble baths together after a stressful day of work. Shiro washing Lances hair because he knows how Lance loves his hair being played with.
- Lance and Shiro brushing their teeth together at the sink, both half asleep Shiro’s head resting on Lance’s shoulder. Lance complains at Shiro about getting toothpaste on him.
- One sitting with the other rubbing their back while they lean over the toilet and throwing up, one making sure that the other sips some water and cleaning them up.