Lance knows that he’s not the best member on the team, he sees all the looks from Shiro and Allura. Yeah he tries his hardest but fighting has never been his thing. Back at home he would wrestle with his siblings but that was the extent of his fighting skills.
On days he would let his mind wander too far he would go to the training deck and try to fight out his anger like Keith does but that never really helped him.
One night he went into the training deck to get some extra practice when an idea came to him. He plugged in his music player into the control system and activated the training bot.
Never before had he fought with such ease. With the music playing he was able to turn it into a dance, a fast paced, dangerous, and absolutely stunning dance.
He trained like that for weeks, his skills steadily improving. But he never told the others. He’s not sure why he felt the need to keep it a secret from the rest of the team, but he did. Maybe he thought they would laugh at him for training that way, maybe he was afraid that wouldn’t let him train that way anymore cuz that’s not how soldiers fight.
Maybe it was both.
It was a day after a particularly hard mission that they found him. The missing went off, things didn’t go as planned and while no one got hurt, the mission was still a failure.
Lance had waited for everyone to go to sleep before he went to the training deck and started from level one. When the others woke up, on the way to the dining room they heard music. Not loud but definitely there. Together they followed the sound to the training deck doors, only for them to be locked. Allura then led the group to the training decks observation room.
They were all in shock to see Lance fighting. Beautiful and deadly. There were training bots scattered all across the deck, and the castle was having a hard time clearing the broken bodies with the rate Lance was dropping them. They watched for a while, totally captivated by the Lance was moving his body. Allura was the first to regain herself and ended the training session. Just before the the console shut off, it displayed the level it had ended on. Level 23.
yeah, i have a plan. well, it’s technically more of a scheme, i guess. and you guys have to swear not to tell…anyone with common sense, really.
i’m gonna make a Trashcan Turkey.
what is a Trashcan Turkey, you ask? let me enlighten you to possibly the most brilliant, terrible, wonderful bird-cooking method i have not yet tried. i’ve talked clint and johnny storm into helping me with this, it’s gonna be a disaster.
(this is not to be confused with the Dumpster Bird incident, where sam and clint both wound up in the same dumpster, and then hulk thew the whole thing at an evil giant crab, not knowing they were inside. but don’t worry, they were fine. eventually.)
anyway, a Trashcan Turkey is exactly what it sounds like: a turkey cooked inside a trash can. you take a long, sturdy wooden stake and drive it into the ground (or better yet, take some rebar and weld a crossbeam so the turkey can’t slide down) and then cover the stake and the surrounding ground in tin foil. if you wanna catch the turkey drippings, you can put a bundt cake pan on the ground with the stake in the center. then you mount the turkey on the stake, all seasoned however you like.
then you take a new–and that part’s key–NEW metal trash can and put it top-down over the turkey.
and then you light a bunch of charcoal on fire.
you heap the burning charcoal around the base of the trash can and put more burning charcoal on top. i’d recommend a shovel for that job, if you don’t have a fireproof metal hand or a really flammable inflammable dude to just grab them directly. thanks, johnny.
then you keep it all burning for awhile. i’ve been told that the formula is 1 hour for a 10 pound turkey, plus ten minutes per additional pound.
when the time’s up, you remove the coals and the trash can. that part can be a little dangerous, because everything’s very hot, but again: fireproof friends/hands.
you should have, at that point, a perfectly cooked Trashcan Turkey.
i’m sure why you can see why this is appealing to me. there’s fire, food, potential for disaster–it’s all the most important parts of life combined in one family holiday event.
The other one your friend? The woman? I used to have them. Used to watch football on Sundays. Went to church. I know I did, but I can’t picture it anymore. It’s funny how you don’t even notice the time go by. Horrible shit just stacks up day after day. You get used to it.
Lance snorted and ducked forward, leaning into Keith and tipping his braided head back. He planted a kiss to his forehead from behind, and both of them froze in place, eyes wide. Keith felt like a vat of lava, eyes flicking confused and uncertainly between each of Lance’s frozen ones. The crown of his head where Lance was kissing felt fuzzy, and his tingling hands felt like cotton.
When Lance moved again, removing his lips from Keith’s forehead, he slapped his hands on the lower’s shoulders and stood on the couch quickly, clearing his throat as loud and frankly painfully as he could. “Right!” He almost screamed, “So, uh! There you go! I’ll see you at dinner!”
Keith learns to relax, and Lance learns talents can be utilized in different ways
Jessica, first of all, I love you. Second, what's it like being a part of the first class that was 50% female?
Thank you! The best part is that I think the fact that our class is 50% female simply reflects how far our society has come, and that is a great thing! To us, there really is no difference on whether or not we are female or male, what backgrounds we come from, etc., we are one team, one family, all contributing to the same cause (which is an extraordinary feeling!). I’m definitely very proud and honored to be part of the 21st astronaut class.
Oh my gosh all this Lafluff on your blog has me smiling so much my cheeks hurt it's such a wonderful concept so now may I present to you: Lafluff where Lance likes to go down to the hangars to chat with Blue and while he's there chats with the other lions as well like everything from what he did that day to what he's thinking about and basically just bonding with them all cause they're sorta sentient and just making them all love him to bits and low key sending that feeling through the others
ANON YOU ARE THE BEST THING EVER OMG.
Keith feels it first. He’s in the training room drinking from a bag of water when Red suddendly shoves him a big wave of emotion. It’s warm, soft and it hold a spark of amusment. Keith doesn’t really understand where it come from but it left him smiling, stomach unknoted and it’s easier to breath.
Hunk feels it next, a few days later. He’s used to Yellow sending him random moments of emotions, usually when Hunk’s backing or just playing with an old Altean’s technology, just to keep the Paladin company. This time was different. This time Hunk felt a familiar warm around him, like a side hug, a playful pat on the shoulder, something friendly, brotherly, and so so just….home. Hunk holds to that feeling from the rest of the day.
Then it’s Shiro, roughly a week later. He’s tense, staring at the hologram map of the galaxy they are currently hidding in, when the sudden wave of emotions hits him, almost knocking him over. His bond with Black has grown stronger as the days pass by, and when she reaches out it’s usually because Shiro is almsot at his limit of stress, but this time, he doesn’t feel reprimands for not taking care of himself; he feels a familiar praising, a touch of worry and a steady feeling of kindness and determination. He feels as if someone is having his back, easing his paranoid mind, and then, just then, Shiro can let go of the breath he didn’t even knew he was holding in. He turns off the hologram and leaves the room to joing the rest of the team.
Pidge is last but not least. She’s used to Green’s poking insde her mind, especially when he’s into de-coding a new Galra program, offering her input from time to time. It’s a comforting feeling, but one particular night, when she’s almost at her limit and she’s rubbing her right eye behind her glasses in frustration, brushing away the tears, she feels it. It’s like a blanket, fluffy, soft, warm and it makes her tear up because she feels so protected, right there, right now. She lets out a small gasp and she’s quick to push herself up, running down her hagar because Green is literally tuggin inside her to come and when she arrives, she sees Lance.
Lance, who is cross sitting on the floor in front of her Lion, turning his head from side to side so he can catch every Lion’s eye. His arms are all over the place, happily carrying away his tale. The entire team’s names pass his mouth: fondly, playfully, and so teander.
Pidge can only stare because she hiccups and Lance is quick to turn to her, eyes wide in surprise but he inmediatly opens his arms, the blanket on his shoulder like a cape, and Pidge doesn’t hesitate, not even a tick, before she falls in his arms and hugs the shit out of him.
That night, Pidge has the best sleep since they arrived.
I’m so sorry, I got carried away. I just….hsdkjfhdskjfhsdkjfhsdkj this concept is so so lovely, thank you for sharing it with me!!!!! <33333333333
I’m recently getting back to watching NCIS Los Angeles and I’ve completely fallen for this show and Densi (one of the best most beautiful and healthy OTP’s I’ve ever had) once again and I would love to see more of it on my dash! So please like/reblog if you post or reblog about NCIS Los Angeles or/and Densi and I will check out your blog!