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“THIS KILLED ME THEYRE JST TALKING N DAN JUST BRUSHES ASIDE A BIT OF PHILS FRINGE FOR NO REASON AT ALL HE JST WANTS TO PLAY W HIS HAIR ITS CUTE N IM DYIN” - @nihilist-toothpaste, 2017

Grell, leaning on Sebastian: oh hey there it’s so crazy that we’d see each other again like this and here of all places you’re as handsome as always how about we go and

Ronald: mom can we go home now

Grell: get back in the fucking car Ronnie

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Space colds, Lance realizes with a huff of annoyance, are an actual thing. Apparently being a defender of the universe doesn’t give his immune system a free pass in the form of a tough barrier of protection.

He’s pulled from sleep with a harsh sneeze that has him jerking up with tense shoulders and sneezing sharply into his blanket. A light groan slips past his lips as his shoulders slump down, deeper than usual as if he didn’t just wake from a full night’s sleep.

For a brief moment, he thinks it could just be a fluke, a sudden tickle in his nose paired with an offset sleep, but he knows better. Years of being around big groups of people, whether that be a family that stretches on for days or classes at the Garrison, have resulted in many cases of a run-of-the-mill common cold, so he knows.

He could rest, but he’s not going to. It’s rare for people to take sick days for something as small as a cold, and he’s no ordinary person, not anymore. There’s no time for rest for the defenders of the universe, at least that’s what Keith always says before training each day.

He swings his legs over the bed, feet landing to the floor with a dull thud. They feel kind of heavy, he thinks as he stands, bones popping and cracking while he pulls his hands high above his head into a stretch. But, it’s okay, he tells himself as he shuffles toward his closet while still blinking away the haze of sleep coating his vision.

He can ignore it until it goes away; he’s used to pushing his feelings back to the far, borderline unreachable, part of his mind. It’s one of the perks of being a paladin after all.

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anonymous asked:

i know you said that in your fic that jeremy is 100% human, but maybe if he did have some connection to a deity of the moon or the water, he would have powers (sorta)? maybe he could control tides (or just water in general) and inspire dreams? i also imagine that he would have a really nice singing voice that could put you to sleep because the moon is really calming? sorry i'm just rambling now but i think moon!jeremy would be pretty cool

omg anon wtf these r so cool!! now i cant stop thinking about this either!! moon!jeremy can control the water but only a lil bit. im so so so in love with the dream powers. nobody notices, but their dreams are always calm and bright when jeremy is around. the possibilities for this are endless, and i kinda love the concept of this esp if jeremy himself doesnt know.

an idea i just got is what if jeremy just…subtly attracted moon-related supernaturals. rich is a werewolf and he has no idea why he always feels safe with jeremy around, but hes been friends with jeremy long enough not to question it. michael, of course, just has his head in his hands all the time because his best friend is funny and caring and sincere, but theres also something else inside of him, an age old voice that sounds like it’s speaking through time and teeth and water that keeps saying very unhelpful things like gorgeous beautiful stunning

concept: local werewolves give jeremy secret admirer gifts. in the background, local bakunawa boy resists urge to growl.