I know I hurt you but I am not sorry for what I did or didn’t do. It feels wrong when I think of us now, because it’s over. I love you, there’s no doubt in that, but I don’t admire you like I used to. I am sorry for that.
The fires of life and love shine even in the darkest pits of despair; hold that warmth close to your heart; never let that spark die, that spark of life and love, even when it seems a single tear can douse the flame.
@dailyshinycutiefly, @occasionallyslowpoke, I’m so, so sorry for your loss. Though my sub-par artwork may not express the emotions I feel whenever I think of you both, maybe my words can. I wish for you the very best, and I admire your strength in situations like these. I hope you two will be all right; I know that Charlene will be watching over us all. <3
“Few of us have chosen
our clubs, they have simply been presented to us; and so as they slip from the
Second Division to the Third, or sell their best players, or buy players who
you know can’t play, or bash the ball for the seven hundredth time towards a
nine foot centre-forward, we simply curse, go home, worry for a fortnight and
then come back to suffer all over again.“ (Nick Hornby, Fever Pitch).
so this is a continuation of this post in which i point out several interactions between keith and allura that could possibly be hinting at a slowburn (or just be platonic, who knows lol) for the sake of trying to separate fanon from canon and see the signs i might have missed the first few times i watched season one in preparation for whatever happens season three, and to avoid being needlessly disappointed simply for not paying enough attention to where the story was going from jump
as always, while this blog is a pro-allura space and therefore a pro-kallura space (and i go into why that is here) if the writers or the vld creative team were to reveal any insight that would make this ship inappropriate, of course i’d drop it immediately, but for now i see it as a cute ship with a lot of potential etc. etc. i’ve said this all before blah blah blah
okay !! so let’s get into it ^^
examples of all the keith and allura interactions i found worth mentioning in season one episodes ‘taking flight’ all the way to ‘the black paladin’ below 💞
When I picked Dauntless everyone had the same warning: “Eric will either hate you or like you, and for your sake I hope it’s the latter.” As it turns out there is a third option: complete and utter disinterest.
I figured, during the first few days, i hadn’t made myself noteworthy; I was the middle jumper, I wasn’t terrible at anything, but I wasn’t the best either. I figured it wasn’t a bad thing, I mean I wasn’t forced to fight the top initiate to be “taught a lesson” ; but I didn’t fight anyone. Literally, there was an even amount of initiates, but they started on the second cycle of fights and I was not included.
Six days into training and I was nonexistent to everyone. Eric never looked my way, Four glanced over me when critiquing everyone’s shooting, the other initiates didn’t know my name. There’s only been one time someone even talked about me and it almost broke me.
We were practicing knife throwing and the city leaders were watching from the observation deck above me to the left. All of the faction leaders were saying their thoughts of the initiates. Their thoughts on me was a quote I’d heard before, when I was younger, in regards to myself. “She was born to be a lover, to make other people’s lives better, and to chase sunsets.” Fallowed by a “she should’ve picked Amity” from the erudite leader. I knew the factioners were surprised when I chose dauntless, then again they’re surprised anytime a kid like me picks anything other than Amity, or to remain where we were: factionless.
I’d like to say I got up early on our first day off and trained so I could make myself known, but I didn’t. I slept in then lied in bed for a couple for hours. I missed breakfast so I aimlessly wandered around dauntless until I found a way out. the hot June sun baked through my black dauntless clothes As I walked down the rubble filled streets of city central. I hated going into The CC. The factioners prided themselves on the buildings they built for their faction but never bothered to clean up the cinder blocks and broken concrete that was littered everywhere. No doubt to make their factions look like the only salvation.
I eventually turned left down a clean sidewalk that led to the west.
Even though it was named the City Center it was located on the Far East side of the city. The huge wall that “protected them” from what ever fantasies their minds made up stops once out of sight of the skyscrapers that still exist. Too costly to finish but too important to the manipulation of the masses to scrap altogether.
The fallen down buildings stoped once I crossed the I 90 freeway. Empty fields lie where buildings used too. Slowly the fields turned to farms and orchards, buildings and houses popped up; most pre war, some post. Yards with green grass and flower baskets hanging from porches. Huge green trees surround parks with kids playing soccer and dogs running around. I made a left on Racine ave toward Little Italy and Arrigo park. Amazing smells came from Restaurants Baking fresh bread and the chestnut trees that lined the streets. My favourite building came into site: a tall wooden Victorian house, thee stories tall with scrolling woodwork and colourful paint. Thousands of flowers planted around the entire house and a beautiful purple Maple tree sat on the corner of the property. I stopped to take inits sight before turning into the building across the street. I small front covered in spray paint art and a neon sign flashing ‘Tattoos’. The bell on the door rattled as I entered.
“Well well well if it isn’t our own little Dauntless.” A voice said from the counter.
“Hey trolley.” I walked over and lay my upper body on the cold glass counter top. Ari, Eli, and Jake came out from the tattoo room to join us in the parlour.
“How’s the infamous Dauntless Initiation going?” Jake asked I snorted.
“It’s really not that bad if no one knows you exist.” No one gave a response so I continued. “Non of the trainers seem to notice any thing I’m doing. They haven’t even made me fight yet.”
“And your complaining about that?” Ari asked. “Seriously Dauntless initiation kills people and your complaining it’s not hard enough?” I rolled my eyes at her.
“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that they don’t think I’m worth their time In training me. I over heard the faction leaders talking about it yesterday.”
“And what did they say exactly?” Trolley asked.
I recited the quote and told them about the Amity comment.
“You would do well in Amity, you know that. You used to talk about how nice it would be to live in Amity.” I groaned
“You aren’t understanding!”
“You feel sorry for yourself and you want us to feel sorry for you, but we aren’t gonna. You want Dauntless to know how good you are fucken’ show em! They won’t teach you to fight get Mr. Troy to train you. You learned how to fight here, you learned how to shoot here, you learned how to protect people here. I get that you need to go to Dauntless to help defend us and we appreciate it, but to them you’ll always be fucken factionless. You want this you fucking do it but stop sulking about it. You have the perfect opportunity to be the greatest underdog in history so fucking do it.” We all stared at Eli as he finished his rant. “Now I got some pieces to show you.” I fallowed Eli to his tattoo station. I lied on the table and pulled my shirt up exposing my stomach. And let the adrenaline take away the pain of the buzzing tattoo gun.
Mr Cullen, I know you will never see and read this, but I’d still like to quickly express my appreciation. I absolutely adore your work, especially Optimus Prime. I know you get that a lot, but one more time can’t hurt. The voice you gave this character is perfect, wonderfully balancing stern authority with loveable sympathy, and the fandom will never be able to thank you enough. Thank you for playing this role for so many years, you have brought us all so much joy. I wish you only the best and a happy birthday, good Sir.
Oh, and just for fun, my favorite Optimus quote is “Somebody’s got to turn off that volcano!”
(Is it still the 28th over there? I hope I made it!)
Never Say Never pt. 6: The Problem with Heat Control
Pairings: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader
Warnings: tiny fight scene
Word Count: 1.4k
During training, Bucky thought about what you had screamed at him. He didn’t get it. He was going to tell you that he didn’t really like it when omegas got attached, but if the omega was you, he wouldn’t have minded. However, you started yelling before he had the chance. You brought up that old issue about natural instincts out of nowhere! And then you called him a hypocrite! After he had changed his views on primal instincts for you! Why were you the angry one? You didn’t even let him finish. If anything he should be upset with you and yet… he felt guilty. He thought about the angry look on your face as you stormed off. Your eyebrows scrunched together, your lips pursed, your nostrils flared…it was kind of adorable.
Suddenly, your shaken up demeanor flashed in Bucky’s mind. It was the first time he had ever seen you at a loss for words. You literally had an answer for everything. You had an answer to bigot alphas that harassed omegas down the halls of the compound. You had an answer for any insult your friends teased you with. Heck, you had answers for questions people never thought to ask! You were usually so quick and lashed out so easily that when you appeared speechless Bucky knew that Kitty crossed a line. You looked so helpless. He had never seen you look so flustered that his alpha instinct kicked in and he threw Kitty to the ground. It was actually the first time that he felt such a strong impulse to protect and comfort anyone.
Suddenly, a fist came out of nowhere and hit Bucky in the jaw and knocked him down.
the fact people deny that ‘they’ can be used in a singular gender neutral context is mind-boggling to me because its been used that way in literature for centuries people use it every day without realising and 'any body in their senses’ (oh look!! its a singular Their! - and a quote from mansfield park which was written Over! 200! years! ago!) should know that. like im sorry but Jane Austin’s disapproving ghost and every dictionary in the english speaking world disagrees with you.
He turned to see Abby hurrying toward him. He stopped, arms crossed. "What do you want?“ he snapped.
At his tone, Abby scowled. "I just wanted to say that I hope we can put this all behind us now. I’m sorry for what happened, but I hope we can move on. I’d like us to still be friends, at least.”
Malcolm sneered. “Friends? Friends? What makes you think I want anything to do with you after what you did?”
“We settled that in there,” Abby said, gesturing toward the courtroom. "I’m going to write the apology and the retraction. It’s going to get printed. The story will get buried. It’s over. I know we can’t go back to where we were before it all happened, but couldn’t we have a fresh start?“
"That’s what you did to me publicly, my reputation,” Malcolm said. "We didn’t settle anything about what you did to me personally. You ripped my heart out, Abby! I loved you! I was ready to marry you! I was! I thought you were what I wanted. And then you stabbed me in the back! And you never apologized for that!“
One by one,
each member of the team made their way back home, closing down their safe
houses and returning to the upstate compound as they all waited for the date of
Tony and Steve’s meeting with T’Challa and the United Nations to finally
arrive. Without any missions to go on
until the Accords had been revised, the team was getting a little stir crazy
and desperate for something to do.
I smiled as i snuggled close to my boyfriend, Hayes, on the couch while watching some weird movie that was on some random channel.
“Babe, what are we watching?” I laughed as a man shouted something absurd on the screen. Hayes laughed as he pulled me closer, leaving me to rest my head on his chest.
“No clue.” He laughed. I could feel the noise ricocheting around inside his upper diaphragm.
“Hey guys!” Nash and a few other boys walked into the room, flipping the light on. Hayes and I quickly separated and sat up to face Nash and the others.
“What do you want?” Hayes jokingly shot at Nash.
“We just wanted to let y'all know we’re going out for a bit. Gotta get some stuff for a video. You two are okay here by yourselves, right?” Nash slightly smirked at Hayes teasingly. Gilinsky quickly intercepted the conversation.
“Just don’t have us walk in on you guys doin’ the nasty.” He teased. Nash turned a little pale with the thought of his younger brother actually performing such actions.
“Just don’t- umh….” Nash tried to establish some other rule.
“Nash we’re fine. And Jack, fuck off.” Hayes assured Nash while poking at Gilinsky.
“Alright see ya.” Nash perked up and lead the crew out.
“Bye Hayes! Bye Y/n!” The crew squawked off, leaving a trail of kissing noises and laughter. Hayes turned to me, evidently red from the previous events.
“Sorry.” I laughed, trying to make the situation ease a little. Hayes leaned in closer, his lips just grazing over mine.
“Babe you’re fine.” He murmured intently. I pulled back a little to tease him.
“Not so fast.” I asserted.
“But we do it all the time! I’m not gonna push you further then you wanna go. You know i’d never do that.” Hayes pleaded.
“Babe! It’s not that! I was just trying to give us a little more time, in case they decided to come back because they-” I made air quotes “‘forgot’ something.” I argued. Hayes pushed me so I was laying on my back, the blanket we used while we were watching the movie was still sloppily snaked around my body. My breath hitched like a bike changing gears, his face hovered my exposed stomach.
“Let them walk in then.” Hayes moaned, allowing his lips to cohere with mine. I rushed to place both my hands behind his head, my fingers traveling in imaginary mazes through his hair. Our lips parted and opened over and over as Hayes began to lower his body onto mine more. I didn’t dare resist. Heated Hayes is uncommon, and a definite delight to have. He pulled away, his fingers toying with the bottom of my white T-shirt. “Damn, you even look sexy as hell in sweats and a tee.” He admired. I blushed, pulling him close to break the silence. Our lips fit together and work like gears to a machine. He pulled my shirt over my head, allowing our kiss to break while I slipped my head out of the hole.
“You too.” I smirked as I assisted him in removing his shirt. By now he was straddling me, which was usually my job, so I flipped him over so I was on top. Now in control, I began to kiss his neck as his hands cupped and squeezed my clothed breasts. As he began to become like play-dough underneath me, he quickly flipped me over so he was on top and in charge again. His hands now exploring my southern hemisphere. His mouth connected to my neck. My head was thrown back in complete bliss. I felt Hayes’ hard against my thighs. His hands slipping past my elastic waistband. Before he went any further, he pulled away.
“Are you okay?” He asked, genuinely concerned.
“Yes.” I assured.
“Do you wanna just stay here, or go further.” He asked again.
“Let’s do what we can, I’ll tell you if i’m uncomfortable.” I reassured him. He nodded and leaned back into a deep kiss, his fingers tracing the lace of my underwear. He’s gentle with his touches, it’s like he knew what he was doing but he was afraid of what he could. I allowed his tongue entry into my mouth. Just as his fingers were about to slip past the thin fabric i bought at Victoria’s Secret, Gilinsky came crashing through the door.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” He screamed, signaling the boys to come crashing into the room. Quickly, Hayes retrieved the blanket and hid me and my shirt underneath it. I pretended to fall asleep as he threw on his shirt and did the same. Nash came running in.
“What’s going on?!?!” He gasped panicked. He saw us and sighed in relief.
“NO I SWEAR THEY WERE TOTALLY GETTING IT ON.” Gilinsky exclaimed and laughed all at once. “Kids got me tricked!” He waved his hands around and walked out. Hayes pretended to be awoken from all the commotion.
“Hey guys.” He smiled.
“Hey.” They all waved, then awkwardly shuffled out of the room awkwardly. Nash stayed behind.
“everyone okay?” Hayes asked.
“You-uh-Hayes?” Nash stuttered on his words.
“What is it?” Hayes raised his voice.
“Nice pink lipstick.” Nash evilly laughed.
“No fucking way.” Hayes said under his breath. Nash left the room in an awkward bundle of store bags.
“Sorry.” I whispered.
“It’s okay baby girl. I love you.” Hayes big spooned me, kissing my neck.
IM GONNA GO DELETE MY INTERNET HISTROY NOW SO MY PARETNS DONT SEE THIS GOONIGHT