rainbows are my friend

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SORTING QUIZZES BE LIKE:

Do you like to read?

A. FUCK NO I’M TOO BUSY FIGHTING DRAGONS AND JUMPING OFF BUILDINGS AND SHIT BECAUSE B R A V E R Y IS KEY

B. Yes, it’s all I do! All day e'r’ day! :)))))) SMART PERSON HAnerdHAHAHA

C. Only with my friends while eAtInG! RAINBOWS fuCK YEaahh?!!?!

D. ssssssssneeeekkkkkkssss

Day Four: Insomnia/Nightmares

Day four of @vldangstweek. It got sappy at the end lol


He never could sleep, not anymore.

He tried, he really did. Drank warm Yellmore milk, watched old movies, read older books, tried counting smeckledorfs jumping over the juniberry bushes. But none of it worked; if anything, he was left more awake each time.

The closest he got to rest anymore were short cat naps, in various places about the castle, sprawled over the couch snoring in the middle of the afternoon for a dobash or two, or curled up in the library. One time Hunk found him face down on the kitchen table snoring into a puddle of drool.

But Coran hadn’t gotten a full night of sleep since he and Allura had been woken from their cryostasis sleep.

Maybe it was because he had spent 10,000 years asleep. Coran figured that was enough to keep anyone going for at least a week. Maybe it was the need to fix the ship, keep it from falling apart, because it was “hella old,” as Lance had put it.

Or maybe it was the nightmares he had when he slept for longer than half an hour, the way he saw the faces of his husband and children screaming as their planet died, the way he had to watch fire rain down on his village time and time again, the teary eyed face of King Alfor, shoving him into a pod alongside Allura so that he could guide her when she woke. The way he could no longer smell juniberries, but instead smelled burning flesh and heard the sound of a kingdom crumbling at the feet of a maniac.

He wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep, he knew that. He found Pidge awake more often than not, weary over her laptop and bags under her eyes carrying more baggage than someone her age should. He would sit next to her when he ran across her, help her with what she was working on until she dozed off, and then would cover her in a blanket and go back to his rounds.

Keith liked to hit the training deck when he couldn’t sleep, taking down bot after bot with such fury that it kind of scared Coran. He spotted him, most of the time not even telling the boy he was there, just watching from the observation deck, making sure he didn’t hurt himself. Keith was good about leaving when he was exhausted, though, and Coran rarely had to intervene.

Hunk found cooking soothing when he couldn’t sleep, and he was fairly open to discussing his nightmares with Coran while he bustled around the kitchen, making better food than Coran could ever hope to. Hunk dreamed about the Galra attacking Earth, attacking his mothers, or coming back to Earth to find that everyone he loved had died. One time, Coran found him sobbing into a bowl of goo, and he sat there with the yellow paladin, hugging him firmly until he calmed down into a mess of sniffles and eventual soft snores.

Coran rarely ran into Shiro or Allura, though he knew from their weary eyes that they never got much sleep either. He had a suspicious feeling that they had started to keep each other company when they weren’t able to sleep.

Lance almost always found his way to the observation room, pulling up the hologram of Earth and staring out at the stars as they drifted lazily through space. Sometimes he would join Hunk in the kitchen, or supply Pidge with a juice box, or, even more rare, Keith with a sparring partner, but most often he was watching the stars. He never spoke about his nightmares, but Coran saw the tear tracks down his face more than once.

He never pushed.

Coran had grown to learn that humans would close up even more if pushed to share their emotions when they didn’t want to, so he gave them space. Ask once, receive a no, ask, “Are you sure?” and then don’t continue. Just be there.

He’d had all of the paladins ask him at least once if he was okay, if he slept, because they always ran into him in the wee hours of the morning when sleep should have hit all. He always said he was fine, joked about having slept for 10,000 years. He knew it didn’t work on any of them; they were all too smart, too empathetic.

If he was honest, he was glad they were perceptive like that. Those days when he would smell something that Hunk had accidentally burned, and he would flashback on his burning family, his dying friends, would freeze and be caught in his own emotions. The days when Lance would flirt, however subtly, with an alien, or whenever they went back to the Balmera and he saw Hunk with Shay, and he would picture his husband’s cobalt eyes in his mind, filled with terror and acceptance.

On those days, they noticed. They noticed when he froze, when he slumped, when he seemed to break, and they all paused whatever it was they were doing to bounce up to him, to clap him on the back, and offer to go do something.

They started finding him at night when they couldn’t sleep, rather than him wandering in on them. Keith, asking for pointers on footwork, Lance joining in to ask questions about hand to hand combat. Hunk, seeing if he would help him translate a recipe that he had found in an old Altean cookbook. Pidge, wondering if he could help her with some upgrades to the lions.

They found him, and as a group, or a pair, or a trio, or however many were awake, they would cluster together, be insomniacs together.

Slowly, Coran found himself able to sleep longer. His husband burning turned to his husband smiling, his children crying to his children getting swept up in his arms, giggles abound. Images of the paladins, playing with his kids, laughing, joking, Lance giving piggyback rides and Keith smiling at bad jokes that Hunk was telling, Pidge teaching the eldest one things that could probably get someone arrested.

The nightmares started drifting away, coming fewer and farther between, and Coran found that he could at least get through the day again, even when he couldn’t sleep through the night.

Pick-Pocket

Because @artsyfalafel and I had a conversation, and this came out of it. 


“-and the daguino was COMPLETELY overcooked!” the old man at the table next to them spat, his saliva literally landing on the alien servers face. “I DEMAND a refund!”

The server nodded hastily, eyes wide, and rushed off to the kitchen area, leaving the man to grumble to his wife about using the restroom.

Lance popped up from his seat with a bright smile on his face, dropping his napkin next to Keith and clapping his hands together. “Be right back, guys. Gotta use the little paladin’s room.”

“Just go to the bathroom, Lance,” Shiro muttered, not even looking up from his menu.

Lance shot the table a set of finger guns and darted out of sight, towards the back of the restaurant that Coran had told the paladins about. “Anyone else think that old guy was being totally unreasonable?” Keith grumbled, glancing at the table next to them and wrinkling his nose.

Pidge grinned and glanced down at her menu, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh yeah. Total asshat.”

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Harry wears rainbows for a reason. For the same reason I wear my rainbow bracelet and for the same reason my friend wears her rainbow pin. It means a lot and it shouldn’t be ignored. 🌈❤️🌈

The Best Night Ever (and Other Cliched Titles)

So @vodka-aunt-coran wrote this post and I had to write it (I changed it just a little, I hope that’s okay)

Not really any shipping, but if you want to read it that way you could. Under a cut for length. 


“Who decided that holding a prom at the Garrison was a good idea?” Keith wondered, nodding to the flyer on the wall behind their table. “Like…a bunch of military teenagers trying to dance? Who came up with that?”

“And where did we get the funding?” Hunk demanded. “They can’t even give us air conditioning half the year, but they can somehow manage to afford one of the fanciest events that most schools ever have?”

Lance snorted, poking at what might have been Jell-O and watching it jiggle under his spoon. “Bet they won’t even get a DJ. It’ll just be Iverson in shades.”

Keith and Hunk snorted and resumed their eating, leaving Lance to glance over at Pidge, who was being suspiciously quiet. “Pidge? What’s up? This seems like the exact thing you’d be making fun of with us.”

Pidge glanced up from her sandwich (at least, it resembled a sandwich). “Hmm? Oh. Sorry. Must have zoned out. Yeah, a prom does seem…really stupid.”

Hunk and Keith instantly looked up at her, both of them with silverware halfway to their mouths. Ever since returning from space, the group had been very in sync with one another, often being praised as the best functioning team at the academy, so they could tell when something was going on with each other. “What’s wrong?” Hunk asked.

Pidge hesitated, poking at her Jell-O with her finger and frowning. “I mean…it’s your guys’ last year here. I’d think you would want to go to something like this.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “No way. We’ve already been to space. I don’t think anything titled “Greatest Night Ever” could top that.”

Hunk and Keith murmured their agreement, still watching Pidge, and the girl managed a smile. “You’re probably not wrong,” she admitted with a chuckle.

There was a long pause, and then Pidge stood up so quickly that she knocked her elbow into Lance. “I forgot to finish the homework for Peterson’s class. I’ll see you guys later.”

She picked up her tray and bolted, saluting the guard on the way out and leaving the three sitting with their jaws dropped. “What was that about?” Keith wondered.

“We didn’t have homework for Peterson last night,” Hunk noted.

Lance, rubbing his arm with a frown, glanced to the prom flyer and then back to where Pidge had left. “Something’s wrong,” he murmured. “Hunk?”

“I’m on it.”

~~~~~

“Okay, so I read Pidge’s diary-”

“You have got to stop doing that.”

“-AND she really wants to go to this prom. Fancy dress, shoes, hair, and everything.”

Lance and Keith glanced at one another and then leaned forwards on Lance’s bed in matching poses, legs criss crossed and elbows on their knees. “She huh?” they chorused.

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i hate seeing people saying harry wearing rainbows doesn’t mean anything, cause honestly if you’re part of the queer community you know what i mean when i say it does, especially when you’re in the closet. its the reason i always  wear my rainbow bracelet and my friend has a rainbow sticker on her school folder and why most of the queer kids at my school wear rainbow something at all times. it is a huge symbol of solidarity and subtle way to always have that part of ourselves on show and to ignore it and claim it means nothing is just so naive. 

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“My name’s Happy. My friends gave me the name. My birth name is Christian, but I don’t go by it at all. I just hitched a ride from Idaho with some people coming back from Rainbow Gathering. Before Idaho, my friend Dumpster Baby and I hopped a freight train from Utah. We spent four hours in a dumpster with a tarp over us while it just rained and rained on us before we left. Now I’m waiting for my friend Rat Boy to come meet up with me. He’s never been to Portland before so he’s off wandering. We might see if we can find a punk show to go to tonight, and then we have a squat house we’re going to crash at.” 

“How is hopping freight trains different than hitchhiking?” 

“Well for better or worse, you’re usually you’re alone for 24 hours on a train. Sometimes the cops bust you. I’ve been busted before. I met some kids that wanted to hop a train and had never done it so I took ‘em. Usually you’re supposed to throw your pack first and then kind of start running before you jump, otherwise you’ll just fall. I watched ‘em do it and they both just rolled. But they were ok. A few cuts and the worst thing was one guy got a bruised knee.” 

“How did you start off this life of wandering?” 

“I grew up in LA, in not the best of neighborhoods. I was used to always hanging on the streets. Then when I was 15 or 16 some friends of mine told me about a squat house in another city and we hopped a train and went there. I love the community of it, kids all helping each other out. There’s even a web forum where people will tell each other where to stay, who to look out for, or a place where you can get fed and things like that.”

“It sounds like such an adventure! I wish I could come take photos of it all.”

“I had a bunch of photos on my phone, but I dropped it on the tracks once, and that was the end of that. It’s not all great though. A lot of kids I know are on meth and I have a friend who got Hep C from sharing needles. Not me, I’m a straight edge. That’s what these tattoos are about.” He held out his hands.

“What about the one on your face?”

“My family is indigenous and my great grandfather completely tried to deny and hide his heritage. And then his son, my grandfather, tried to embrace it. I’d seen a photo of him with these markings, so I had a friend tattoo it on me.” 

“What does it represent?” 

“I’m not sure. My family doesn’t even know what tribe. But I wanted to embrace my heritage.”