I couldnt sleep last night so I thought up lance coming out to shiro (since that picture where they are together holding the lgbt sign) and it went something like this:
Lance took a deep breath and knocked on Shiro’s door before he had the time to realize how bad of an idea that was and walk away. Shiro opened up and a puzzled expression appeared on his face when he saw who was knocking.
“Hi, uhm, can i talk to you?”
“Sure,” said Shiro stepping aside to let the boy enter. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, I just… need to say something? I think… I need… advice?”
“Oh, uh, sure, you can tell me anything.”
“Yeah… hmmmm…. I… you know I like girls, right? Like, I reeeaally like girls.”
“Yees…? You kinda remind everyone every single day…”
“Yeah.” Lance laughed nervously, crossing his arms. “I really like girls. I like them so much. I like flirting with them and–”
Lance stopped and stared at his own feet, unable to make himself look at Shiro in the eyes.
“I think I know where you are going with this speech,” said Shiro, putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder. “But I won’t say it for you, so just go ahead and say it, it’s okay.”
“Yeah…? I mean, I get how you must be feeling…”
“Ho… you get it?” Repeated Lance, a confused line between his eyebrows. “You like boys too?”
“What?” Blurted Shiro, eyes widening, “I thought we were talking about Allura!”
“What!” Shrieked Lance, taking a step back, “You like Allura??”
“You like boys??”
Lance laughed nervously, “no way, ha ha, I was joking… jeez, you believed that…” he turned towards the door, wanting nothing more than to lock himself in his room and call himself a dumbass for the rest of the night. This had been a mistake. A huge, nefarious mistake.
“No, Lance, wait!” Shiro called after him, “that came out wrong, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Like what?” Said Lance stopping.
“Like it’s a big deal. It’s… okay. If you like boys.”
“Why shouldn’t it be?”
“Because… I like girls.”
“The two aren’t mutually exclusive. It’s just called being bisexual.”
Lance gasped softly. “That’s the word, quiznack,” he whispered, “I knew I heard something like that…”
Shiro smiled. “Lance, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, okay? If you ever feel like telling the rest of the team, know that I’ll be there to help you out and support you. And thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”
“Uhm, sure, whatever. Thanks? I guess.”
Shiro covered the few feet that divided them and hugged Lance tightly.
Lance let Shiro squeeze him like an empty toothpaste tube.
“Don’t tell Allura about… you know.” Shiro whispered, without letting him go.
“Sure,” said Lance, fighting for breath, until Shiro loosened his grip, “You don’t tell Keith.”
“Omygod.” Lance pulled away, pretending to look at the nonexistent watch on his wrist, “look at time!! I gotta go! Bye Shiro, t'was nice talking to you!” He cried darting out of the door, leaving Shiro with his arms raised and his mouth open.
if peter parker really /does/ get seriously hurt in infinity war,
i want tony stark to walk straight up to thanos. i want thanos to look at him, even taunt him for being foolish, because maybe tony doesn’t even have the suit on. i want thanos to ask tony what he thinks he could possibly do to defeat his power, to stop him from taking over the rest of the galaxy.
i want tony stark to look thanos dead in the eye, expression as serious as we’ve ever seen in any film yet. and i want tony to plainly tell thanos that he’ll do whatever it takes. he’ll do whatever it takes to stop him from hurting more people. because why?