i also really hope that we don’t just… never hear about Bill’s birth mom again. because there’s a story there. the Doctor went back in time and befriended that woman, before Bill was born, probably in the 80’s/early 90’s, and she was essentially his muse. he can’t have just taken that one photograph of Bill’s Mum, and he couldn’t have taken it in secret (i mean… let’s hope not…). she was looking away in that photograph where he was in the mirror, her guard was down with him, and she was smiling, she’s happy and comfortable around him.
what happened? what’s the story about those two? the Doctor is at the very least friends with Bill’s Mum. i want that story. i NEED that story. don’t waste that opportunity. with Bill knowing the Doctor is a space-time traveler now, she must’ve put together that he travelled back in time to get/take pictures of her Mum for her after she told him she didn’t have many.
please, i am BEGGING that Bill asks him about it, and that piece by piece, we get a sweet little story about the Doctor and Bill’s Mum’s friendship (or maybe more…? who knows? i for one wouldn’t be shocked if he developed feelings for the woman, though Bill’s Mum probably wouldn’t have returned them, but that’s just me!), and by extent, and more importantly, closure for Bill.
In 1959 Mabel Chinnery went to visit her mother’s grave. She spent the day at the cemetery with her husband snapping photos and visiting with her deceased mother. As they were leaving, Mabel decided to finish off the roll of film by snapping a picture of her husband. They were shocked when they developed the picture. Seated behind her husband is Mabel’s mother, who has been dead for many years.
There’s a difference between shocking your readers
effectively and killing off characters because you have no idea what to do
next. In short, you want to shock your readers in a good way.
Keeping your readers on the edge of their seats does not
mean you have to be constantly throwing things at them all the time. Here are a few ways to successfully shock
Make Sure There are
Ups and Downs
If you want to build to a shocking moment, it’s important
that you don’t try to fill your novel with them. Every story should have ups and
downs, highs and lows. If you want to kill off a character and have the
audience care, you need to build up to it.
Learn About Tension
Tension is so important if you want to successfully shock
your readers. This is what I think the Hunger Games series did so well. Every
chapter ends with a cliffhanger that basically forces you to keep reading. The
reader is constantly given a little bit of “shock”, but every moment fits the
story. We’re always on the edge of our seat. Understand tension by reading and
figuring out your favorite tense scenes.
You’ll quickly understand what makes them work.
Set the Tone
You need to set the tone within the first chapter of your
novel. Shocking moments will just anger and frustrate your readers if they
think they’re reading a light-hearted novel. The Game of Thrones shocks work
(for the most part)
because we know from the start what kind of novel we’re
reading. We know that people can die at any moment. We get attached to the
characters, so we really feel the impact.
Avoid the Easy-Out
Shocking moments don’t have an impact if you immediately
take them back. Don’t have easy-outs built into your story. If a character
needs to get out of tough situation, for example, don’t suddenly make the
villain explode out of nowhere. Avoid deus ex machinas! Commit to your ideas
and avoid breaking the tension by taking them back.
Many novels build up to the critical choice. Your
protagonist has to make a decision and they have to commit to it. They are
usually torn between two different choices, both with pros and cons. Shocking
moments are often made out of the aftermath of the critical choice. Think about
how this will shape your novel and lead to future problems.
Yeah (Y/N), when are you and Alex having hot angry sex?
Intro: You are the actress who plays Njæla on History Vikings. After the season finale of season 5B, you and the cast are at Comic Con. Fans ask about shocking events, romantic developments and try to squeeze out some teasers for season 6. At the beginning of season 5, you and Alex started to date in secret. Your castmates suspect something but both of you have denied any gossip. That until there is asked a very spicy question…
I watched Comic Con panels all day instead of learning… Worth it? Probably. Going to regret it tomorrow? Probably.
( Making up because i am having to deal with writersblock for Óhræddr pt. 3 #perfectionist)
“Alex how could you have killed Lagertha?!” A girl screamed hard through the microphone. You laughed and laid your hand in a comforting matter on Katheryns, who sat at your right. She pouted and lifted her shoulders as she was applauded. It was your third time at Comic Con but everytime it excited you more. You had just rolled a killer season and had received such good feedback from all the fans, Micheal was truly a genius.
Saying Yuuki Yuuna is just a weaker rehashing of Madoka is stupid.
I’ve been saying it since episode 1. Though they may seem similar, these two shows are almost completely different.
colorful fighting environment
fight against nameless (I know in madoka they have names and in yuyuyu they have astrological classifications but it’s a figure of speech) monster behemoths
That’s a few similarities I’ll give it that. Let’s check out the differences.
yuyuyu is character driven while madoka is plot driven
yuyuyu spends time characterizing every girl while madoka focuses on developing 2 of the 5 girls
yuyuyu justifies its literary diegesis through subtle world-building and lore while madoka info-dumps a pre-existing scientific phenomena and attempts to tie it into the magical girl genre
yuyuyu’s main theme is discovering the hero within yourself in the face of overwhelming adversity while madoka’s main theme is self-sacrifice (these two themes may overlap at some point but are still vastly different)
yuyuyu’s character interactions are meaningful and pay off when the girls start to rely on one another while madoka’s character interactions comprise of brooding and self-loathing, causing the characters to shut themselves off from one another and deal with their problems alone
yuyuyu’s existential struggle is how to deal with not being able to die while madoka’s struggle is the fear of imminent death
yuyuyu spends time building tension and human emotions before executing while madoka opts for left-field twists or shocking developments before we even get to understand certain characters or their motivations, hampering our attachment to them
yuyuyu’s organization is using them to save the world from an imminent threat while madoka has kyuubey using the girls to save the universe from a threat that is estimated to occur billions of years from now if not longer
yuyuyu’s girls’ solution to a daunting revelation is to help each other and slap some sense into their friends when they need it while madoka’s girls’ solution to crisis is to kill each other to end their suffering
yuyuyu’s secondary theme is finding solutions to despair as a team while madoka’s secondary theme is trying to escape fate or despair (through the use of time travel)
yuyuyu’s hero system has side-effects if too much power is used fighting the adversary while madoka’s magical system and “emotions” are the direct cause of the show’s adversary
due to the nature of the plot itself, Madoka is unable to be properly characterized and she is thus underdeveloped, while Yuuna’s characterization, though subtle, hints that she is adaptable to many situations and is a key player in the group rather than just a mascot or overly-genki girl
due to the nature of the plot and the elements used, madoka is painted as “black and white” while yuyuyu opts for a more “grey area” interpretation of the girls’ struggle
though madoka girls are fighting witches to save people from despair, they are also being granted a wish as incentive for putting their lives at risk. yuyuyu girls are fighting vertices for no gain other than to help others
yuuki yuuna is not madoka kaname
fuu inubouzaki is not mami tomoe
mimori togou is not homura akemi
karin miyoshi is not kyouko sakura
itsuki inubouzaki is not sayaka miki
So it’s “a worse Madoka” eh? Yeah, you can leave now.
P.S. And in case you were wondering, I actually do like Madoka Magica. I just recognize that they are almost completely different shows and more people need to recognize that too.
Request: ‘Hi! Could you write like a Keith x reader where Keith
is like the school’s punk and the reader is the pastel flower child and then
Keith flirts with them a lot and her friends (lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura) are
like “heck he like you that not good son” but Shiro (Keith’s best
friend) is like “Yo he ain’t that bad.” Wowie this is long sorry’
A/N: I based this version of Keith on some fan art I saw
a while back. I really love this request! Thank you anon for requesting it! You
guys are welcome to request more ideas like this
(High school AU) Punk-ass! Keith x reader
high-school on Monday morning you weren’t prepared to face the clamours of
multiple people as they chattered about a rumoured new kid like a group of
hungry chipmunks. Galaxy Garrison tech was one of the best high-schools you
could get accepted into in like…the world! You were so happy when you found out
you got in, because it was your dream to get into a high-school that you
actually enjoyed going to everyday. One where you wanted to get up every one morning without hesitation towards the
blaring alarm. You loved high-school. Some people thought you were crazy for
ever thinking that.
As you reached
your locker, your happiness towards school was short lived as the one and only
Lance McClain crashed towards the locker door next to yours. “Hey Y/N~” He
drawled as sexily as he could. “Hey Lance.” You said without even sparing him a
glance, just focusing on the books you did and didn’t need in your small
locker. Your door decorated with memories of long ago when you, Lance, Hunk,
Allura and Pidge were still in middle school. Middle school was the
best, but you found it so hard. You didn’t care if some people didn’t find
high-school since you found It easy. Things of Space coming easy to you. Brushing
the dust off of your orange pastel and short skirt, you glanced back up at
lance, placing your hand on your hip as sassily as you could. “What do you
want?” You snapped towards him. He recoiled slightly as your tone before
stuttering “A-a D-date?” his breaths came out in short puffs as he awaited your
“No way in
hell.” You spoke venomously, slamming your locker door shut for emphasis. With
a rejected look on his face, Lance walked right back over to his friend, your
friends, Allura, Pidge and Hunk. Telling them how him asking you out went. But
that was when shock over took your face, YOU LEFT YOUR LOCKER KEY IN YOUR
LOCKER DUMBASS! You yelled at yourself, alarms blaring in your forehead as you
tried to wrestle your door open. But then was when he walked over, not that you
noticed. You were too busy trying to open your locker and get your books for
first period. You didn’t even notice when he opened the locker next to your,
the same one that Lance had bumped into and left a dent in before. But the new
guy didn’t care. He opened his new locker with ease and staretd to unload his
pristine new books into his new home for the school year. “Need help there?” He
chuckled at your panicked expression.
stupidly slammed my locker shut and I can’t get my ke-” You cut yourself off as
you turned to face the hottie that happened to be right next to you for the
rest of the school year. “What is it? Am I missing a piercing?” He laughed at
your new expression. “Uh, ah, no.” You mumbled before turning back to your
troubled locker, trying to ignore the huge blush on your face. The new guy had
black hair that formed a mullet around the back of his neck, he had piercings
all over his right ear and you were pretty sure you saw a metal ball on his
tongue when he was talking just now. Holy shit, he was hot as fuck. All the
black on his body right now drew you towards his awaiting body, if anyone else
had been wearing that you definitely would have been repelled by it. But this
guy attracted you due to his dazzling personality and his amazing looks.
“I’ll help you,
ten different high schools sure taught me something about stuck lockers.” He
said as he scooted closer towards you, his black flannel moving against his
hips and his black vans squeaked across the pristine (in comparison) floors. As
his shoulder touched yours, you felt sparks fly across the gap between you two,
but if the guy felt anything he ignored it and continued to bang on your locker
three times, almost rhythmically. Your locker door popped open as if on
command, whereas you gaped at the new skill you had acquired whilst watching. “That
was awesome!” You gushed as you took out your pastel jotter and shoved all your
chemistry books into your arms. Making sure you had your key before closing the
door this time.
“Thank you so
much…mister no name.” You laughed at the nick name as you started to walk off,
holding eye contact with the punk as you went. “Keith…Keith Kogane.” He
whispered to himself, watching you walk in Chemistry as he tried to fight off
the blush coming to his face. Lance watched his chemical -like reaction to Y/N
as Keith covered his mouth, almost as if he had actually been blessed by a kiss
from the pastel angle herself. But Lance couldn’t stand for it. Vanishing into
the shadows, he began to plan his ways of winning Y/N back. Keith just stood
there, even as the bell rang, cursing softly as he grabbed all his new books and
ran in the direction, he hoped, of his first class.
-2 weeks later-
It had been two
whole weeks and you hadn’t talked to Lance or Keith throughout the 14 days. But
you didn’t mind. You’d rather talk to Keith anyway…Lance had become distant
though and that worried you. He was still your friend, even if you had rejected
him. You two had been friends since kindergarten and you had hoped that nothing
could break you two apart. Apparently not… You frowned at the thought as you
printed things off for the principal. It was your free period, but for extra
credit, you had been assigned to be the principal’s assistant for the whole
week. Little did you know what that had gotten you into as you knocked on his
door. “Come in.” Principal Alfor called out as you stepped into his musty
office. The smell of the juju berries on his desk a reminder that this wasn’t
what an office should smell like. As you looked over the paperwork, you didn’t
look up to see who the principal was tending to as you filed his files into the
Turning back to
go out the way you came, you wiped your dusty hands on your pastel blue graphic
tee before you faced the beaten up faces of who principal Alfor was telling
off. Gasping at the multiple bruises on the two boy’s faces, you knew that had
tried to beat the crap out of the other person. “What the hell?!” you stormed
over to Lance, tempted to slap him as he held an ice pack to his forehead.
Whereas Keith got off scot free, with just a few bruises and cuts on his face
along with a gnarly black eye. “You know these two Y/N?” Alfor asked you as the
shocked expressions of the boy ran over your face.
for me, yes. They are my friends.” You snarled, both boys sighed with a
dejected huff as you friend zoned them both in an instant. “Well…they were
found beating each other up in the school parking lot, if it weren’t for Mr.
Coran they probably would’ve had much more severe injuries.” Alfor informed you
as you sat on the corner of his desk disappointedly. Trying to fight the horrified
expression that would take over your features any moment now. But it was too
late. “We’re sorry Y/N-” “Yeah, he’s sorry I’m not.” Lance cut off Keith’s
heartfelt apology, wincing slightly as the icepack fell down his face slightly,
grazing the sore bump on his head. “I’m not angry at you guys…I’m just
disappointed in both of you.” You
looked up at them, pity was all you held in your eyes as the boys looked at you
with horrified expressions. You were disappointed in them? This was hell on
it?” You whispered to Alfor as you discussed quietly next to his desk. Away
from the prying ears and eyes of the two beaten up boys. “A girl, I think. I’ve
only had scraps and pieces of information fall out of their mouths as we
talked, well…tried to.” Alfor told you, stroking his white beard nervously as
he gazed up at you from his desk chair. “Boys, what was this all about?” You
turned to the two, tightened the blue and white flannel around your slender
waist. Making both boys gulp simultaneously under your penetrating gaze. “We…we
uh.” Lance stuttered, unable to answer. “We were fighting about you alright?!”
Keith shouted out, scared that he would get beaten up by you if he didn’t say
anything. Even if that would turn
him on. “What?” You gaped, Alfor along with you, shocked at the new
development. Yet happy that Y/N had gotten some results. “Well then…” Alfor
said, stroking his beard once again out of being pleased by the case closure. “DUDE
WHY DID YOU GO AND SAY THAT?!?!” Lance screamed down Keith’s ear. Temporarily
deafening him. Squiggling a finger down his ear to get his hearing back, Keith
answer. “I WAS SCARED SHE WAS GONNA BEAT ME UP OKAY?!?” he shouted back, not
caring if the office people in the background heard.
-5 weeks later-
It was getting
closer and closer to the formal dance and nobody, absolutely nobody, had asked if you wanted to go with them. You
hoped Keith would ask you, but every day you went to your locker and left at
the same times, all the while Keith was next to you, collecting his stuff, but
he would either say the imperfect greeting or just ignore you. Too focused on
other things…you guessed. But that wasn’t what he was thinking about. He was
thinking about all the ways he could ask you to the dance without being noticed
by Lance. Without a second thought, Keith took his old and scratched Walkman,
pressed a random heavy metal CD into the player and listened into his
headphones as he walked sullenly down the hallway. Ignoring your longing look
aimed directly at his back as he walked towards the school entrance. You still
waiting behind him for what you wanted.
onto the sunny boulevard, you saw Keith leaning against one of the pillars that
support the roof of the school that hung out over the courtyard. “HI Keith.”
You mumbled, knowing he couldn’t hear you because he had his headphones so
instead…you walked past him, sitting down on a bench nearby to wait for your
ride home. “Y/N!” Damn, he spotted you. These were your intentions, hoping he
would ask you. Surely he knew you didn’t have a date to the dance, even as a
friend? You wouldn’t even mind if he asked you to go with him as friends. Nothing
more, nothing less. You were locker neighbours after all.
You put on a sunny kind of expression, ignoring how melancholy you actually
felt. You didn’t want your expression to match the colour of your blue pastel
skirt. As he strolled over, he sat down next to you on the warm wooden bench
and slung his arm over the back of it, so close to touching the bare skin of
your shoulder. “How are you doing Keith?” You asked, not making eye contact.
More preoccupied with your indie shoes instead. You didn’t want to get caught
in those eyes of his.
over and over again, refusing to give up the thought that he might actually be into you. But…you
couldn’t help thinking that would never
happen. You hated yourself for always thinking that the hot guy would fall
for you…but this time, it was different. Keith fought for you against Lance,
the creep who wanted to go out with you, purely based on your looks. Even
though he had known you since, well…diapers.
You already knew his parents and everything there was to know about him…there
was nothing to tell each other about…each
other. That’s why you didn’t want to go out with him, Not because he was
one of your best friends and it would hurt like hell if you guys ever broke up
and never talked to one another again. Sure, he was annoying at the best of times, but he was your best friend. And you didn’t want to let him go
because of that…no matter how much he wanted you. Clearly, he didn’t want you
enough to take you to the dance. SO
here you were sitting with the preferred
Supposedly, the guy of your dreams. But he didn’t know
that…he would never know that. A guy
like him would never fall for a girl like you. “So…the big dance.”
Keith started. Your heart thudded and stopped.
Was he? “Who are you going with?” He asked, turning away from the sky, his
headphones slung around his neck as he faced you. Wanting to see the expression
on your face when you told him who you were really
going with to the dance. “Uhm…” You
turned away from his blue-black eyes, refusing to look into his eyes as a light
blush adorned your face.
‘Fucking ask me.’
asked.” You mumbled to yourself, closing your eyes, ripping away the fear like a
week old Band-Aid. ‘Fuck me’ was all you could think when you were met with
dead silence. “Did you hear me? Nobody wants to take me, Miss goody two shoes
Y/N Y/L/N to the fucking dance because she is a fucking loser!” You shouted,
fighting the tears. “Y/N… I never knew…” Keith muttered sadly as he took the
headphones off from around his neck, resting them on his haphazardly drawn on
books, resting on the bench. And instead, he rested his hand on top of your
trembling one, trying to sooth you. Trying.
“Nobody wants to go with me because…I, I’m fucking worthless.” The tears freely
cascaded down your cheeks now. You swiped your hand from underneath Keith’s so
you could cover your tear sodden face, so he couldn’t see you.
worthless…Y/N? Look at me?” He asked, taking your face in his hands, luring
your face closer to his and making you instinctively drop your hands from your
red and puffy face. Looking into those sky grey eyes, you could distinctively
see the hints of blue in there. And knowing he had a hint of perfect in his
imperfect soul was what made you want
him even more. “Keith…” You trailed off, not knowing where you were going with
the sentence anyway. “you…you are fucking beautiful. And if you ever saw a
simple bit of what I saw, you’d believe
me because of how freaking true it is.” Keith spoke as your lips got closer
and closer together.
A loud beep
drew you both out of the love stricken daze you were in. “Yo! Y/N, come on let’s
hit the candy store!” Allura joked as she pulled up to the school in her pink
mini. “Coming!” You shouted back before turning to get your bag and…oh, Keith. “Do
you wanna come with?” You asked him hesitantly, feeling utter hatred towards
Allura for interrupting your almost
first kiss. You didn’t care if Keith kissed you now or not, you wanted him to come with you to the
parlour. “Sorry, Candy’s not really my thing.” He joked, crossing his legs and
arms simultaneously as he watched you saunter over to Allura’s car. “I’ll see
you on Monday!” You shouted over to him. “Sure!” He laughed, not daring to show
the disappointment hidden behind his frequent mask.
“Who was that
cutie? And were you making out?”
Allura asked as she pulled up to the candy store, which happened to be only a
mile away from Garrison tech. “That was Keith and no, we weren’t making out.
But we would’ve been if you had just
gone round the block at least once.”
You threatened her as you checked your makeup in the car rear-view mirror. “Don’t
worry…I can tell you’ve been crying and can tell that he said something that
really resonated within you.” She winked. “What exactly did he say?” Allura
asked, tucking strands of wild white hair behind her perfect caramel brown
ears. There were numerous perks to being the daughter of the principal, and one
of them was that she could be in any club, she was immediately elected as the
leader for the only reason that her father was the principal. But she was so
damn good at leading people.
fucking beautiful. And if you ever saw a simple bit of what I saw, you’d believe me because of how freaking
true it is.” I quoted him word for word, the words still resonating within
my head. “Fucking wow. Way with words or what?” She laughed, fluffing her hair
up before getting out of the damn mini. “Fuck.” You mumbled before following
her into the store. Stepping into your sweet world, you took in the scent of
the candy and savoured it like you were gonna die tomorrow.
-2 days later-
Back at school,
you sucked on a lollipop left over from the candy store as you organised all
your books, making sure everything looked pretty even though you were the only
one that would look into it for the next few hours. A book flew out of your
locker, you were completely unaware though as you savoured the taste of the
candy on your lips. “Missing something?” A familiarly beautiful voice laughed. “Keith?”
You turned, slamming your locker shut as you pressed your back up against it. “Woah,
didn’t mean to scare ya.” He laughed as he handed you, your much needed chemistry
book. “It’s fine.” You said, popping the black berry lollipop out of your
for a moment as he watched you take the sweet candy out of your mouth, your
tongue sliding sexily against the purple surface as he held your book out for
you to take. ‘Holy shit.’ He couldn’t help thinking. “Um…thanks.” You swallowed
in sync as you took the book off of him, your fingertips brushing against his
as you did so. That familiar spark still hanging over you guys as it happened.
Keith’s mouth was dry; he couldn’t fucking
breathe. Were you feeling what he was feeling this time? But as you started to
walk away from him. He tugged on his helix earring, hoping it would rip out of
his ear so he had something to distract him from the pain of you walking away
from him. That was when it came to
“Y/N, wait!” He
yelled down the hallway, as well as ran. Squeaking down the hallway, he skidded
to a stop in front of you, making you look him dead in the eye. He gulped
nervously before shoving his fidgeting hands into his pockets. “I was wondering
if…since you still don’t have a date to the dance…if you would like to go with?”
He stared down into your pastel Y/E/C eyes as he asked you this. SO much
nervousness found in his voice. “Oh! Um…yes! I would love to!” You almost
shouted to the whole school. It was loud enough for Lance to hear and hit his
own locker door in pure jealous as he saw the pure joy in your and Keith’s eyes
as you realised you both cared about each other.
As you walked
out of school that day, you couldn’t fight the smile ever growing on your face.
You finally had a date to the dance and it was the first person you wanted to
go with anyway. And as if you couldn’t get him off of your mind already, Keith
was sat on your bench. The one where
he had practically declared that he liked you more than anything on. Running
over to him, you covered his eyes, him jumping a little since he was in a world
of his own with his heavy metal punk music of his. “Guess who?” You whispered
as quiet as you could whilst he took his headphones off, resting his hands on
your wrists. “From her beautiful voice and incredibly soft hands I’m guessing
Y/N.” He made it very specific. “Woah,
dude.” You laughed as you uncovered his eyes, letting him look over his
shoulder and right at you.
breathed, watching as you sat down next to him at the bench. “What are you
listening to?” You asked. “My chemical romance…wanna listen?” He offered. Your
eyes widened, you never would’ve guessed that he would ever let you listen to his music with his prized headphones. “Sure.”
You smiled, letting him slip the comfortable well-worn leather beats headphones
onto your heads, his fingers tangling into your hair as he pulled them away
from you. Don’t. Listening into the music, you realised it wasn’t exactly heavy metal. If anything it was
beautiful. You watched Keith as he laid back over the back of the bench, stretching
slightly, letting you get a good look of his abs as his shirt lifted up a
little. Licking your lips for a split second your eyes wandered up to his
perfect face. This guy could break me in moments. Was all you could think to
yourself. Fuck me. Leaning forward, you pressed a brief kiss to his jaw in the
snapping over, they wandered over to you with a crazed look. For a moment you
panicked. Wondering if you were overstepping your boundaries, but instead.
Keith lunged towards you, knocking over his black vans backpack as he crawled
towards you on the bench so he could kiss your forehead, nose, cheeks. Your
breathe came out in quick hurried puffs as he looked you in the eyes, asking
for permission as he got closer and closer to your plump and perfect lips. Oh
wow. “Just do it.” You heard yourself say as you slipped the headphones off as
they rested around your neck. He clicked his tongue before edged forward, so
ready to kiss you.
But ohhhh~ no.
You had to be interrupted
again. “FOR THE LAST TIME ALLURA, TAKE A HIKE!” You yelled at the black
mustang. Biting your tongue, you realised it was one of the seniors and the
head jock of your school’s basketball team. Takashi Shirogane. Shit. “I AM SO
SORRY!” You yelled once again, straightening out your mustard yellow pastel tee
shirt as you grew nervous of the older guy. “You comin’ Keith or are you gonna
spend more time with your girlfriend~.” He drawled. Girlfriend? Oh, right that
was you. Wait…what?! Turning to Keith, you watched as his pale cheeks turn a
dull pink. “Shiro! She…yeah, she’s my girlfriend but that doesn’t mean you have
to call us out on it!” Keith scolded as he got up from the bench, shouldering
his backpack as he made his way over to the midnight dark mustang, ready to
leave already even though he looked over his shoulder and sighed longingly at
your awaiting figure on that damn bench. “I’ll see you on Friday.” He barely
been in school for the rest of that week…you didn’t know why. Was he alright? Was
he severely sick? Was he still coming to the dance? You didn’t have his number
so you didn’t fucking know. Why didn’t you ask for his fucking number? You had
his fucking Walkman anyway. He didn’t ask for it back…because you hadn’t heard
from him for the past couple of days. He hadn’t even been to school the day of
the actual dance. Was he still coming? You had stalked the basketball court to
try and find his older half-brother Shirogane, number 1, but he was nowhere to
be found. One of his jock friends told you he had gone on a quick holiday
upstate to visit his dad with Keith. Shit. You had accused him of all sorts of
things in your mind, such as skipping the country just so he didn’t have to go
to the dance with you instead of just saying ‘no’. simple as. Break your heart
simply and quick. But then when you realised that he would be back in time for
the dance, you let out a sigh of relief as the jocks all laughed at your
aren’t Shirogane’s ‘Amazonian princess’ are you?” The friend who had told you
asked. “WHAT?! NO I’M GOING OUT WITH HIS BROTHER KEITH.” You shouted at the
prick of the senior. Eliciting more laughter from the jocks surrounding you. “His
punk ass brother. Man, he got lucky.” He looked you up and down quick. “Guess
some freshmen do have the luck though, right guys?” The head jock asked the
others. Guess he was in charge whilst Shirogane wasn’t here to tell them off
for their rude behaviour. So, before you could get told to do something
unforgivable, you shoved the middle finger in front of their faces and walked
out of the gym.
Who was Shiro’s
Amazonian princess anyway?
As you walked
down the hallways of Galaxy Garrison tech, you didn’t notice the tall, jock
jacket clad, figure walking towards you. But you were so deep in thought that
you didn’t even look up at first when you bumped into him. “Oh shit, so-Shiro?”
You questioned, looking into the Asian boy’s eyes briefly before you averted
your gaze, looking everywhere for Keith. “He’s not here.” Shiro assured you
quickly, shutting down your hopes. “Oh.” You sighed. “Where is he then?” you
asked, crossing your arms over your black graphic tee, you decided to go punk
ass today ‘In memory of Keith Kogane, if lost please return to his worried sick
girlfriend at galaxy garrison high.’. “He’s still upstate with dad.” Shiro
scratched his neck after telling you this. Nervous about your reaction you
suppose. Although he was shocked when you took it like a solider, not even
bothering to lift your gaze. There was still tonight…right?
As you stepped
out of your house, already haven your parents take multiple photos of you in
your ‘big dance’ dress. It was black and poofy with black fabric underneath so
you could take the poofiness off if you got to uncomfortable during the dance. Waiting
for Allura or maybe even Keith, although he doesn’t know where you live so fat
chance of that happening. But neither showed up and Shiro did instead. Getting
into his mustang, your parents shocked at your date being a jock who drove a
fucking mustang for Christ’s sake. But you shook your head as your mom fake
swooned at the sight of him, your dad’s confused gaze looked on your mother’s ‘fainting’
He wasn’t your
date, and you knew it. “Where’s Keith?” You asked, buckling yourself up in the
passenger seat as Shiro pulled out of your driveway. “He’s at home, don’t
worry, he’s just got back and he’s getting ready for you. He isn’t the ‘big
dance’ type y’know?” He told you, comforting your worried thoughts. “Don’t
worry…he’s my brother and I know he
will be there at the dance. He doesn’t ditch the people he’s close with.” Shiro
advised you. He was really good at fitting the ‘big brother’ role.
As you pulled
into the school car park, people of all different roles, shapes and sizes were
filing into the school auditorium, trying to get a head start at requesting
good music you guessed. Fucking shit. “But there is one thing he wanted me to
give you. He handed you a small black box with a pink post it note on top of
it. With your name in careful cursive letters written onto it. Keith, you big
lug. As you placed the precious note in your golden tote, you opened the black
box to find a black rose corsage with a black lace wristband. It was so
comforting. It was almost a silent promise that he will be there. With you and for you.
Later on, you
saw Takashi start dancing with Allura, both of them absolutely happy as they
danced into their happy ending. And most likely get crowned prom king and queen
since they were such the ‘perfect’ couple. Everyone was dancing, even the nerds
and burnouts. This felt like shit. Shiro had dropped the both of you off at the
school over an hour ago, and there hadn’t been one single sign that Keith was
doors slammed open, revealing a new figure as he made a dramatic entrance. But you
were too distracted and slightly heartbroken to care, resting your head in your
hands as you sat on the side-lines on the bleachers. But everyone in the auditorium
watched as the new character walked over to you in his perfect black (rented)
tuxedo. To offer his hand to you, this caught your attention. Looking up
hopefully, you saw the eyes of someone who cared for you deeply. And to enthuse
your point, you took the almost-stranger’s hand.
As he pulled
you onto the dance floor, you recognised the feel of his hands as he slipped
them around your waist, introducing you to the sway of the music as you wrapped
your arms around his neck. The proper prom dance pose. Fisting your hands into
the scruff of his mullet you felt a nervous bundle of butterflies’ multiply in
the pit of your stomach. Keith Kogane was perfectly sexy to you, and you didn’t
care about the fact that he was clearly a bad boy. You would run into his arms
if it meant you could spend the rest of your lives together. “Keith…where’ve
you been?” You asked, wanted to know, oh so desperately. “I went back to Texas
to see my dad and I stayed a little longer to get you this.” Keith took one of his arms from around your waist as he took
out a ring. He wasn’t? was he? “This is a promise ring Y/N. I know we haven’t
been together very long, but as my locker neighbour. I was hoping that after
high school or maybe even college that you would want to get married?” Keith
asked, sending the nervous butterflies into a frenzy of fireworks.
Keith let out a
sigh of relief as you accepted his ‘proposal
for a proposal’. You could feel that familiar spark again as Keith slipped
the ring onto your ring finger. It had a black pearl in the middle of it, not a
big one, but small enough for it to be comfortable to sleep in. You were unofficially engaged. Hugging him close
to your chest, you made sure you never let go of this very special boy. You liked this guy too much to let him go. You had
been tired as of late…but tonight…tonight you were brand new. Regular life had
become boring, but you knew after this that your life would lose its
regularity. Permanently. Pulling away from his shoulder, you looked Keith deep
in the eyes. You knew what he wanted and you wanted it too. As the slow song
went into full swing, he brushed his lips against yours gently, teasing you. Smiling
at him, you pulled his head forward by the scruff of his hair and forced your
lips onto his. You loved this guy. Pushing and pulling your lips together, like
magnets. It was beautiful.
To me the 'blue eyes means you killed an innocent' always felt like the writers were like 'oh shit. the fans came up with a really good theory about the eye color but we don't wanna give them credit so we need to do something different' while at the same time piling even more shit and hurt onto Derek. 'Cause Derek mercy killing his gf and her blood was the reason Jennifer was able to live and do her sacrifices, essentially putting the blame on him for it was fucked up.
I think you’re right, and this is something JD has outright admitted to doing in other contexts. (I wish I’d saved a screenshot of it, but there was an interview where he talked about pairing Chris and Melissa, despite people have been shipping Melissa and John for years, and his response was basically “well, that was the expected thing, but I figure you always have a choice. Do the expected thing or the unexpected thing. Isn’t it more interesting to do something different?”) He hates doing what’s expected (even if it’s the thing that makes the most sense) and seems to in many cases prize shock value above character development or, really, his arc making sense.
So if he got wind of fandom at large assuming eye color had to do with genetics, he would have probably felt the need to do something else.
And… yeah, I am right there with you anon, the show takes every possible opportunity to beat Derek down a little further; basically every character arc and plot point he has is another punch in the gut, another tragedy. 3A alone gave us two beta deaths (when it turned out the Alpha pack didn’t even actually want him after all, what the hell??) a sister returning and nearly dying, Derek being wounded so badly in an Alpha battle that his whole pack thinks he died from it, another woman using, lying to, and betraying him, the loss of his Alpha powers, and also the introduction of Paige as a past tragedy and the fact that her death (Derek mercy killing her) was the whole reason any of this was happening at all?? That’s a hell of a lot of grief for twelve episodes.