so everyone knows that seeing great comet in person is an Experience but you don’t really understand how much of an Experience it really is until Dolokhov shoves his guitar into your hands during Balaga and shouts over the music “HEY WILL YOU HOLD THIS FOR ME? ITS VERY EXPENSIVE. I HAVE TO GO DANCE.”
… I’m still alive! and tomorrow I’m going to post Yellow ♥ (Yes, yes, of course I’m postponing the lettering, of course).
In the mean time humor me with this Altean!Lance - I wanted to draw my own version this AU for months now, and of course when I choose to doodle it I was in a full “Oh, Aladdin, I want to rewatch Aladdin. Hey.”
Keith wandered through the halls of the castle.
He didn’t really know where he was going, just walking for the sake of walking to just give himself something to do.
The funeral had been much larger then any of them had expected.
The news that the blue paladin had died during battle spread throughout the universe.
What had been planned as a small ceremony on a earth like planet to honour Lance’s memory, ended up stretching all across the universe, to almost every single planet they had ever visited.
All those beings had been touched by Lance in some way…
And he had never even realised how much he was worth.
Keith doubted he would ever be able to forget the blue Paladins final moments.
The two of them had split away from the rest of the team to check for any left over prisoners in an abandoned Galara base.
Keith had been in a bad mood charging ahead so they could get out of there as fast as possible. He hadn’t seen the trip wire until it too late.
One second he was walking then he was being shoved to the ground by Lance right before an explosion rocked the building.
When the dust cleared Keith was ready to yell at Lance, then he saw him.
Lance was limp a metal beam impailed right through his stomach with blood dripping from both the wound and his mouth.
His eyes were wide and panicked as he looked at Keith.
He had looked so scared, in utter agony unable to even scream the pain was so intense.
Keith surged forward. Trying to tell him everything would be ok, that they would get out of there together.
But more explosions in the distance rocked the base and sounds of approaching Galara became louder and louder as the seconds ticked by.
Lance shook his head and pressed his bayard into Keith’s hand.
“I..I’m g-lad I… was the o-ne. Ev…ery…. one else… imp-ortant.”
Keith was horrified as Lance smiled at him as his eye slowly closed and his face went slack.
Keith screamed. He screamed and screamed even when Shiro arrived and pulled him away.
They had to leave Lance’s body.
The Galara were outside and they had to fight to get away, but a few days later Pidge returned in the green lion to try and get him so they could take him home.
But the base had collapsed burying Lance forever under tons of rock and rubble.
Keith had felt empty after they returned from the ceremony.
He couldn’t cry like the others, he didn’t deserve to cry.
If he had just watched where he was walking then the castle wouldn’t be so quite now.
Lance would still be here to call him names and make his life a little brighter.
Some how Keith ended up in Lance’s room lying on the floor.
Somehow it seemed wrong to even sit on his bed, like Lance would walk in any moment with his face mask on asking if Keith planned to spend the night in that stupid fake flirting way he always did.
But he wouldn’t be back.
And Keith would never be able to tell him just how much he loved him and find out how Lance felt in return.
He was staring under the bed when a envelope caught his attention.
Keith slowly pulled it out reading it in surprise
‘Paladins of Voltron’
Keith tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he opened the letter with shaking hands and began to read.
‘If your reading this I must be dead…
AN: HERE IT IS! I’m sorry it’s not super long… Thanks to @teen-mendes for.. well I think you know why and @saysweartogod bc I needed to be threatened Shit also thank you for the insanely overwhelming response for the first pt. It was incredible and hopefully this lives up to it
I almost knock on the door, considering how I’ll feel if I see her face again. If she sees me, again. Will she yell? Beg me to leave? Ask me to say? Give me a look of pain, wondering what came over me to suddenly show up? Will my craving of her finally turn back to my reality?
Instead I leave the letter on the ground, covering it so it won’t blow away. Just that simple task gives me hope she’ll read it. Of course she will. No matter how many voices in her head tell her no she’ll have to know what words I wrote.
“So it’s done?” I nod, slipping out of me shoes and the jean jacket she gave me. Aaliyah is leaning again the wall, but I can’t figure out the blank expression on her face. I know it’s been hard on her. To keep herself together when I’m the one who’s affected in a different way, but I won’t pretend like Aaliyah isn’t hurt. That’d be stupid.
“Do you want to do something today? We could drive into Toronto? Go to the mall?”
It’s a long-standing tradition for the sitting president of the United States to leave a parting letter in the Oval Office for the American elected to take his or her place. It’s a letter meant to share what we know, what we’ve learned, and what small wisdom may help our successor bear the great responsibility that comes with the highest office in our land, and the leadership of the free world.
But before I leave my note for our 45th president, I wanted to say one final thank you for the honor of serving as your 44th. Because all that I’ve learned in my time in office, I’ve learned from you. You made me a better President, and you made me a better man.
Throughout these eight years, you have been the source of goodness, resilience, and hope from which I’ve pulled strength. I’ve seen neighbors and communities take care of each other during the worst economic crisis of our lifetimes. I have mourned with grieving families searching for answers – and found grace in a Charleston church.
I’ve taken heart from the hope of young graduates and our newest military officers. I’ve seen our scientists help a paralyzed man regain his sense of touch, and wounded warriors once given up for dead walk again. I’ve seen Americans whose lives have been saved because they finally have access to medical care, and families whose lives have been changed because their marriages are recognized as equal to our own. I’ve seen the youngest of children remind us through their actions and through their generosity of our obligations to care for refugees, or work for peace, and, above all, to look out for each other.
I’ve seen you, the American people, in all your decency, determination, good humor, and kindness. And in your daily acts of citizenship, I’ve seen our future unfolding.
All of us, regardless of party, should throw ourselves into that work – the joyous work of citizenship. Not just when there’s an election, not just when our own narrow interest is at stake, but over the full span of a lifetime.
I’ll be right there with you every step of the way.
And when the arc of progress seems slow, remember: America is not the project of any one person. The single most powerful word in our democracy is the word ‘We.’ 'We the People.’ 'We shall overcome.’
Yes, we can.
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Note: Dedicated to my fellow hoes in @bangtan-bookclub. I love you ALL. This isn’t full smut, but it’s pretty explicit (which is why I tagged it the way I did).
“You owe me cookies,” your friend reminds you, nudging your shoulder with a cheshire cat grin. “And you can bake them on his abs. God he’s so hot.”
Jung Hoseok stands across the room bathed in warm lighting as he poses for the photographer. He’s nearly naked save for the small, tight scrap of cloth covering his essentials. Boxer Briefs.
You shudder as you pretend to work while sliding Hoseok discreet looks. The boxer briefs he’s wearing is a reminder that (A) you lost the bet by thinking he wore regular briefs, and (B) you needed to get laid ASAP if you were this close to losing your cool over a random underwear model.