i’m re-watching season one and honestly. the fact that keith had no clue shiro was in that crashed space ship makes everything about the fact that he ends up rescuing shiro from evil garrison scientists so frickin funny, lmao. i can’t believe this dude, lance is so right. keith doesn’t even have to try half the time to be successful. like, the boy’s only guardian goes to pluto and never comes back, so keith acts out in anger and gets his ass expelled from the garrison. then he just starts living alone in the middle of the goddamn desert, where he discovers some ancient prophecy about some alien something-or-other crash landing in said desert. and he’s like “seems legit" and so he sets up some explosives (which he got from ??? who knows where) and waits for the prophesied alien ship to crash land. then he blows up the explosives he set to distract the garrison guards, gets on a (most likely stolen from the garrison) hoverbike wearing a cropped red and white jacket, black jeggings, go-go boots, and a bandana to cover the bottom of his face, strolls into the garrison’s lab and knocks out everyone on sight with his bare fists. JUST out of curiosity to see what was in that alien ship. and it’s only after aaall of that that he looks at what they found, sees it’s shiro, and is like “oh word? been looking for this guy” i’m. i just.
Hi my name is Keith K’ogane and I have ebony black hair that’s longer in the back than the front (its NOT A MULLET) and dark purple eyes like limpid grape juice and a lot of people tell me I look like Zuko (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m part galra but i dont have any fur. I have pale white skin. I’m also a paladin, and I pilot a lion that joins up with four other lions to become a giant robot man (I’m an arm). I’m a goth texan (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a dark gray t shirt, black skinny jeans, red and white boots, a belt with two fanny packs, black fingerless gloves, and a cropped red motorcycle jacket. I was walking outside the Castle of Lions. The particle barrier was fully functional, which I was very happy about. Lance stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.
strawberries, cherries, and an angel’s kiss in spring
( he / him please )
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Happy Valentine’s Day @cami-nts I hope you enjoy! - your VSV
numbers and formulas and words floated about against a blackboard background in
Lance’s head, colliding like gas molecules. A cloud of chalk dust flew into his
line of sight like a disturbance. Lance thought the dust had a weird voice. He
almost felt his brow furrow.
“I said the
library’s closing, sir!”
awake, his head flying off the open book where it had landed when he fell
asleep. His joints ached and his whole body was stiff. He looked up to see a
guard standing over him, glaring somewhat judgmentally.
(In this, Shiro and Keith are brothers. That’s not really important at all, but I thought I’d mention it just in case.)
English paper. Physics test. Chemistry lab. History report. Math homework. Soccer practice. Student Government Association meeting. RA work.
The list only continued to grow with each passing second. Every time Keith blinked, something new was added to the heavy catalog that was his college career.
He was told as a young, budding freshman that in order to keep his full-ride scholarship, he’d have to maintain a 4.0 GPA on top of being an exemplary student across the campus, and he did.
For two years, he pushed through each day with a wide smile, but as a junior now, he was tired, his grades were starting to slip, and he wasn’t sure what to do.
One slip-up, and he was done. He could kiss all the hard work Shiro had put into getting him there goodbye.
And, just the thought of disappointing Shiro was the tipping point.
It had been a slow build up over the last few weeks. It started when he made a C on a Physics midterm, it grew when he got chewed out by his boss for allowing a few students to sneak alcohol in, it escalated when he fell at soccer practice and rolled his ankle, and now he was here, and he couldn’t breathe.
So! Some of you were really salty I did a Bonkaifan preview and not an SE update and some of you were wondering where the hell the review for 1x08 is. Well, I’m doing the review now and I wrote an SE one shot which I was going to upload yesterday but work got in the way, lol. It’s fulfilling one of many one shot requests, which was for me to do a drabble/one shot of Elena showing up to the Steroline wedding. I hope you enjoy it!
Stefan paced the room, loosening and re-tightening his tie, rolling his shoulders back; the suit felt too tight even though he new it couldn’t be — Caroline had made him promise to have his clothes tailor-made for the wedding. Anyway, it wasn’t just the suit — it was the room, everything felt small and close, he was hot and he couldn’t breathe, he was agitated and anxious. No. Those were the wrong words. Excited and nervous. That was what was how he felt. It was his wedding day, a certain level of anxiety was to be expected. He gritted his teeth. He felt like climbing walls. Patches of sweat dampened his shirt — a less desirable side effect of being human once more. Everything felt so claustrophobic, he was suffocating —
Stefan paused. He exhaled. He relaxed.
After a moment he furrowed his eyebrows and turned around.
She stood in the doorway, blue jeans and sneakers, red tank-top, cropped leather jacket — the spitting image of the memory he carried of her in his head. The sight of her made Stefan feel faint and his knees threatened to buckle beneath him, it was as if a dream had found its way into reality just to torment him. But he knew it was real. The intensity with which his heart ached told him so. He couldn’t even be happy to see her, he couldn’t even embrace her, feel her realness, he couldn’t be anything but angry.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said finally.
Elena didn’t look surprised by his words, she only nodded slightly. “I know,” she said, inching into the room and closing the door behind her. “I just …” She swallowed hard. “I heard what was happening and I just wanted to say congratulations.”
Stefan nodded. He felt like he was going to keel over. “Thank you,” he said.
Elena smiled slightly. She walked over to him with slow, almost brittle steps. When she was only a foot away from him, her smile widened as he stared down at her.
“Congratulations,” she said again.
She stood up on tiptoe and hugged him and Stefan pressed her against his torso. He could feel Elena nestle her head into the crook of his neck and he closed his eyes at the familiar sensation of her nestled in his arms — he hadn’t realized how desperately he’d longed to hold her all these years, how his entire body felt devoid of real warmth i her absence. The piece of himself he’d been missing all this time had finally found its way back and he felt like himself again, felt whole, felt complete. It was Elena. He wasn’t truly living unless he was living with her. He —
Stefan’s eyes snapped open and he took a step back, shaking his head. “Why couldn’t you say congratulations at the reception like everyone else?”
Elena exhaled heavily. “I woke up and I was alone and I saw an RSVP on the kitchen counter and I just …” She closed her eyes. “I needed to see you before it happened. Before you became hers.”
Stefan glared at her. “And what about what I need? What about what’s best for me?”
“What are you —?”
“I never stopped loving you, Elena,” said Stefan sharply.
She pressed her lips together, silently screaming at the fact that the words she always wanted to hear were the words that also hurt her the most because nothing could be done about them.
“I know you know that. Everyone knows that. Caroline knows that. And you came anyway? I can’t see you today.”
“You think it’s easy for me seeing you here? Easy for me to wake up after how many years to find out you’re marrying my best friend? Well it isn’t, Stefan. I feel awful and I feel awful for feeling awful but I thought —”
“No, I thought, Elena. I thought that this would be us.” Stefan gritted his teeth and hung his head. “For a long time, I thought somehow, some day you and I would end up together and the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was accept that that wasn’t going to happen.”
Elena’s felt her throat tighten but she bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying. Stefan’s stare blazed with raw intensity. “You being here is messing with my head and that isn’t fair to Caroline.”
“I don’t want to hurt Caroline. Or Damon.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I never stopped loving you either, Stefan,” said Elena. “Did you really think I did? No matter how serious it got with Damon, no matter how much you tried to take a step away from me, you were always with me, you never went away, it wasn’t even something I could begin to fight, I never don’t love you. I just—”
“What did you say?”
“I needed time.”
Stefan’s eyes widened and Elena put her hands to her head. “And what was I supposed to do, wait for you to fall out of love with my brother?”
“No, of course not —”
“He was going to take the cure for you, you two were going to have a human life together.”
“I wouldn’t have let him do it.”
“You made a choice, Elena.”
“And so did you! You’re marrying my best friend.”
“And you slept with my brother!”
“I know!” said Elena.
Stefan paused and looked at her. “I didn’t want to cause any problems between you and Damon.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“I didn’t want to pine for you and haunt your steps and make you feel guilty for us not being together.”
Her tone flattened. “I know.”
“I wanted to be happy again. I wanted a life.”
“I know,” she gasped.
“I love her,” said Stefan. “Caroline? I do love her. It’s not, it’s won’t be, it’s —”
“I know, Stefan, I know,” said Elena. “I just… “ She cleared her throat. Her face was getting hot. She couldn’t cry. “I love you so much and I had to see you before it happened. I want you to be happy, Stefan, I want you to be so so happy because you deserve everything and Caroline is great, she’s kind of the perfect woman.”
Stefan stared at her.
“That’s what I wanted to say,” said Elena. “Be happy.” She turned around and opened the door and before he could think twice about what he was about to say, Stefan started to speak.
“I’ll … I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, Elena,” he said. “I just … I can’t. You’re the love of my life.”
She paused at the door and turned her head to face him. “And don’t ever think I could ever love anyone the way I love you. You’re the one. The minute you bumped into me in the hallway I knew you were the one.” She smiled sadly. “You make a dapper groom Stefan Salvatore.” And then she left, closing the door.
When Elena heard the door click behind her, she bent over and started hyperventilating, trying to catch her breath. She didn’t even hear the footsteps in the hallway.
“Elena? Elena is that you?”
Get it together, Elena, please, get it together. She stood up, subtly trying to control her breathing as she did. “Bonnie?”
They stared at each other for a moment, both of them paralyzed in a shocked happiness and then they ran toward each other and hugged.
Elena smiled. “I’ve missed you,” she said.
“I can’t believe this. How is this possible?” said Bonnie. “How did you—?”
“I … I don’t know, I thought you did it!”
“No,” said Bonnie, shaking her head. She hugged her tighter. “No, I wish I did. I wanted to try, Elena, but Kai said —”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Elena, smiling. “We’ll figure it out later, let me just …” She pulled away to see Bonnie and giggled as she touched her face. “You’re real. This happening. I can’t believe it.”
“Oh my God, Caroline is going to freak! This was the best day to wake up!”
Elena’s smile faltered slightly but she did her best to perk back up, hoping Bonnie didn’t notice. “Yeah it is. I, um, I wanted to wish her well but I still don’t quite right so I think I’ll just see her and then go.”
“Yeah,” said Bonnie. “Yeah if you’re not feeling well. Let’s go.”
She took Elena by the hand and led her through the hallway and down the stairs. “Wait until you meet Josie and Lizzie, they’re the cutest things in the entire world. If Caroline doesn’t watch out, I might steal them from her. Is that a bad joke to make since they were kind of kidnapped?”
“Sorry, you probably have no idea what I’m talking about,” said Bonnie. “How long have you been awake? I’m guessing you didn’t get to read any of our journal entries yet.”
“Only a few…”
Bonnie opened a door with white tulle over the frame. “I’ve got a surprise for you!”
“Bonnie! A surprise? I’m having a meltdown here, Josie spilled something all over her flower girl dress and —”
Caroline stopped speaking when she turned around to face the door. She looked from Elena to Bonnie and back again. “Elena? Is this … Bonnie, what did you do?”
“I didn’t do it, she just woke up and —”
“Oh my God, this is amazing!” Caroline exclaimed. She ran over to Elena and hugged her. “It must be a June wedding miracle! Even if it isn’t in June but whatever, that’s not the point. Elena, you’re here!”
Elena smiled. It was the strangest sensation to feel so utterly glad to see her friend again and to be completely devastated about the circumstances with which they were seeing each other. She pulled away. “Congratulations,” she barely gasped. “I just …I wanted to tell you congratulations.”
“Wait a minute,” said Caroline. “Why are you saying it like you’re not staying? You’re a bridesmaid.”
Elena’s eyes widened slightly. “I don’t have a dress.”
“OK you might think this is crazy but I sort of had your bridesmaid dress made and I brought it with me. I know it’s a little insane but I don’t know I just needed to feel like you were here too and bringing the dress here just made it feel like you would come to put it on. I’m a total nutcase, right?”
“No,” said Elena. “No, that’s sweet. I just … I don’t feel quite oriented, you know, like I just woke up and —”
“But it’s my wedding day,” said Caroline. “You and Bonnie are my best friends and it’s all a girl really wants, to share one of the greatest days of their lives with their best friends, right?”
Each of Caroline’s words felt like a blow to Elena’s chest, causing her to hold her breath. She felt like she was going to collapse. “OK,” she said. “I’ll get ready.”
Stefan could feel the emotion swell in his gut, choking his windpipe but he cleared his throat — he would endure and he would endure dry-eyed. As long as Elena managed to leave then it would be fine, he would be fine. A knock on the door.
“Come on, little brother, it’s show time.”
Stefan sighed. He could do this. He would do this. He would be happy and in love and it would be with Caroline Forbes, a woman he very much cared for. His promulgations felt much less hollow in Elena’s absence and now that she was back, she awakened in him all that he’d been missing for nearly five years but he made a choice, he made a choice and he was seeing it through because it was a good choice, a rational choice.
“Stefan, man, let’s go.”
“Yeah, Damon, I’m coming.”
He wondered if he should tell him Elena was awake but then it would bring about too many hurtful questions, like why Elena went to him first and not Damon. Stefan was sure Elena went to see Bonnie and Caroline, they could be the ones to tell Damon she was awake.
Stefan opened the door and smiled when Damon saw him. “Looking sharp,” he said. “Ready to end your life as a free man?”
“Funny and original, Damon, thank you.”
Damon grinned and clapped Stefan on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”
Stefan stood at the altar, looking out at the tons of people sitting in the rows of chairs in front of him. He knew probably five of them and two of those people were Matt Donovan and his father. The decorations were extravagant but poised, everything very much a reflection of Caroline’s taste; rather than feeling like the groom, he felt like a groom, like he was playing a role for a magazine shoot.
The music sounded and Stefan smiled fondly as Josie and Lizzie littered the aisle with pink rose petals. Bonnie walked down after them with that easy grace only she could ever possess and that Stefan had always admired. A woman from Caroline’s work walked down after her and Stefan smiled politely when she made her way to the front. He turned back toward the aisle, preparing to see Caroline, no preparing to see his bride, his soon-to-be wife, his —
Stefan’s stomach dropped.
Elena walked stiffly down the aisle, her eyes lowered to the bouquet she held in her hands.
Stefan barely heard Damon’s whisper. “Elena?”
A hole had gnawed its way through Stefan’s gut, emptying his very centre and his heart thudded painfully, everything inside of him was screaming. She couldn’t be here. Every step she took toward him felt like a jab in his chest and he was desperately thankful that he was not a vampire because he didn’t think he would be able to bear the anguish that was currently working its way through him if he was still subjected to that condition; if he had still been a vampire, the pain would’ve broken him apart.
Elena made it to the altar and Damon shifted to go to her but she shook her head slightly. “After,” she whispered.
She shifted her focus to Stefan who looked at her with angry betrayal. How could you do this to me.
Elena furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I had no choice. I’m sorry.
Stefan closed his eyes for a brief second and then took in a deep breath. We will endure this.
Elena swallowed and then found a spot next to Bonnie, tight-lipped and staring straight ahead directly past Stefan.
The wedding march sounded and all the guests stood up. Stefan turned toward the aisle again and saw Caroline walk down the steps toward him. She did look very pretty. Beautiful. Her blonde curls radiant in the sun but Stefan could only look at her, he couldn’t see her, not really, not with his entire being because it was attuned elsewhere, synced to Elena and he felt her everywhere as he watched Caroline walk toward him.
He should do it, call it off, no one would have to know why, he could be the asshole who humiliated Caroline at her own wedding, it had to be better than this, right? It had to be better than shackling her to him instead of bonding her, leaving her wanting for something he couldn’t for the life of him give her.
Stefan jerked as if he were about to move forward and speak but something held him back, a strong aura, a silent plea. Elena. He could feel her screaming at him even though he wasn’t looking at her and she wasn’t speaking. He knew in her mind she was yelling at him to stop, to endure, to be happy, to make Caroline happy, he’d made a choice after all.
He couldn’t breathe.
Caroline made it to the altar and Stefan took her by the hand as she moved to stand in front of him. He could see Elena in the periphery, just behind Caroline and a little to the right. Her head was turned toward them like the other bridesmaids but her eyes were lowered. Stefan looked back to Caroline who was smiling incredulously. She put her hand on his cheek.
“Aww, your face is red,” she said. “Are you going to cry?”
“No,” Stefan whispered. He smiled. “I won’t cry, I promise.”
Damon started the proceedings and something within Elena shrunk painfully, there was a weight on her chest that made her want to sink onto the floor. It hurt her to be so devastated with grief on her best friend’s wedding day and she wanted to the ceremony to be over so she could feel ashamed in private, so she could endure the extent of her sorrow alone because watching the two of them together opened within her a wound beyond healing
“The couple has prepared their own vows…”
Elena closed her eyes at the words. Is this what she woke up for? To suffer for a choice she thought she needed to make but that only caused her massive destruction.
Caroline fumbled with the piece of paper she’d written her vows on and it fell to the floor. When she bent to pick it up, Elena took this moment to glance at Stefan. Just once. When he wasn’t paying attention. She lifted her head slightly to gaze at him and saw that he was already looking at her, raw-eyed and clenched jaw. Her lips parted. Something within her contracted. And she felt the tears before she knew what was happening; she didn’t sniffle or blubber, she merely cried silently, stoically, accepting the warm streaks down her face.
The emotion that had been swelling in Stefan’s chest burst beyond repression and a tear dropped from his eye as he watched Elena cry. Caroline stood back up, blocking most of Elena from Stefan. She looked at him.
“You did cry,” she said.
“Sorry,” he gasped as another tear fell. “I am so sorry.”
Caroline smiled and started to read her vows as Stefan and Elena kept each other in their sights, staring at one another through the corners of their eyes, as one tear fell after the other.
Damon turned to Stefan. “Brother, your turn.”
Stefan’s eyes fluttered. He refocused his attention to Caroline who beamed at him. “Caroline, I …” He pressed his lips together.“I am not a perfect man and I never want to hurt you. Ever. You’ve seen me through so much. So I … I vow to you today to do everything in my power to be the man that you deserve…”
Elena chewed on her bottom lip as another tear fell, the salty sadness stinging her tongue. Stefan powered through even though he was torn inside with longing and guilt and shame and sadness.
At the back of the venue, behind the guests, two people listened to the ceremony with lazy expressions; one was picking at her nails and the other was eating some of the wedding cake with his fingers.
“I have to say, I’m disappointed. All I heard in Hell were stories about the Infamous Katherine Pierce and your flare for making an entrance. All you did was wake up Elena Gilbert. Not to brag, but the last time I crashed a wedding, the bride died and so did, like, fifty guests. This is just boring.”
Katherine turned to Kai. “This is more personal than that. I don’t just want to kill them for what they did to me, I want to destroy their lives and everyone knows, including Caroline but she’s just being an idiot, that Stefan Salvatore and bland, simple, self-righteous Little Miss Elena Gilbert are each other’s One True Loves. They will never get over each other. And nothing pleases me more than Stefan watching Elena watch him marry her best friend while Damon watches Elena’s reaction to Stefan marrying Caroline and Caroline being Caroline and burying her head in the sand, acting like none of this is happening. It’s going to rip them all apart until finally one of them snaps and I’m going to be there when that happens. They’re going to destroy themselves over this little love rhombus and then when they’ve psychologically and emotionally torn each other to shreds, I will kill them all.”
*Fun fact* I was trying to recreate a scene from a Chinese drama called The Princess Weiyoung: