-“at the matinée” -the way jerm pulls his leggies into his pants -he doesnt get to finish his belt before stretching -BUT THE STRETCH -“d-uGHh, dAaAAAD” -it strikes me as funny that its jenna handing him his shoes, maybe because she was at payless? idk -and then brooke gives him the cardigan??? yall are these just coincidences or what -it might just be the girls tho bc then chloe gives him his bookbag and idk how that correlates -THE ENTIRE BUS PART AAA AAA AAA AAA AA -LIKE LOOK AT MICHAEL ON HIS PHONE AND BROOKE LIKE SLEEPING OR SOMETHING -AND THEY MOVE LIKE THEYRE SWAYING ON THE BUS -I LOVE IT -jeremy just wants into his locker save him -richs voice “y oOO DOnt toUChhH ME TalLASS” -“you wash that off” LIFT “youre de a d” SHOV E -“i navigate the dangerous hall-” AND THEN THE KIDS IN THE HALL -AND MR REYES WALKIN AFTER SOME OF THEM TO SCOLD THEM SNDNDKDJS -yall jerm was Totally Excited abt the play signups but he just didnt do em bc he didnt wanna get called gay -christine. All show -the Legg (Trademark) at that little trill thing. she STICKS her leggy out REAL FAR -christine putting on lip gloss is me attempting to do any makeup -jeremy starts walking over to her but as soon as she looks hes like “nOPE NEVERMIND” -then when she catches him the slow turn and “,, y-eah” -“i dont wanna be a baller” when the kids start bopping mr reyes just looks around like “,,,,,, what” -then he starts lowkey bopping -the he CLOSES HIS BOOK and TAKES OFF HIS GLASSES and YOU KNOW WHATS COMING -“if i continue at this rate the only think ill ever date-” HEADBANGING “is my macbook pro hard drive” -and im always too focused on mr reyes to figure out where the lunch tray came from -michael. -michael is like dancing around to his music but jeremys occasional bops are very important -T H E H A N D S H A K E -michaels KICKIES -he holds up a finger in jerms face -the way they rearrange themselves to make “boyf riends” -mikes headphone cords swinging gently……… -michael casually sipping on his slushie -christine being e x t r a signing up for the play -rich interrupts the extra to yell gay -mr reyes, again, walking off to scold him -jerms hands in his pockets, the entire time _“WHYYYYY cant someone” -i cant help focusing on michael during the dancing -jerm ur in class get off that chair -“you dont have to do this” r e l i e f “of course ill mock you forever if you dont” pat. michael w h y -jerm psyching himself up -this entire exchange -“yYYOOoooo,,,” -“yooo!!” -“u-uh, i-is this where u,,,, meet for th e play,,,, , ,,” -silence -“no, this is where you meet for the Swim Team” -awkward jerm -“im joking!” -“oh! uh- oh- uh- w-well I M JE R E M YY” -“,,,,, are you ok” -he probably does always sweat that much honestly -“you never forget ur first p l a y r e h e r s a l” -i imagine i love play rehearsal as christine telling jerm abt that yeah but theres also the fact that jeremy doesnt get a word in at all -“i also have a touch of add!!!! ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, where was i” -i dont think jerm cares tho he just likes listening to her talk -“or BLANCHE DUBOIS AND C A N I M E N T I O N” -christines slav squat -“it made me feel like there just arent strong for women in the theater these days, p a r t i c u l a r l y highschool theater! do you find that because i totally find that!!!!!” irony -“WHY-EEAY-EEEAYAYAYYY” -shes so excited -kick -“BLAEEGEHHHHH- UH-UH-UH-UH-UHHHHHH” -the leg cross -“LETS HAVE A PARTAAYYYYY YEAHHH” -“a midsummer nights dream” “Y E S” “and today that dream dies” “what” -“frisbee,, golf,,,,,,, team” jake punches the air -“DONT YOU CARE ABOUT SHAKESPEARE” “the man is dead l e t i t g o” hug -“so whats the story with jake and madeline” -jeremy awkwardly sitting there during jake and christines conversation -“im glad that girls not,,, dead. Before i got the chance to know her” -ONCE AGAIN THERES BEEN A TAKEDOWN BUT I GUESS IT COULD HAVE GONE WORSE AT LEAST I DIDNT HAVE A BREAKDOWN THEN HAVE TO GO TO THE NURSE -dont even need to survive? jerm what -R I C H A R D -“i told you N O T TO WASH THAT OFF” -“uhh wheres my homework????” -“hunched over and scared, mmmmmm, all the time?” -hip rolls “confidence” -rich zipping up and wiping his hands on his pants -“i was gross” u still are richard -the voice crack at “i would trip” -“ive never heard of it before!” “nyeaah, well thats the point!” he hand motions -richs voice deepens on “its from japan” and i cry -the hand motions -“WHAT thats not even possible” -he grabs jeremys wrists when he apologizes and its cute -“and you might want a squip of your own” he dance -richs facial expression when jerms like “so,, so its like,,,,,,,, drugs???” -he DROPS TO HIS KNEES THERE HE GOES ITS FROM JAPAAAAAAN -the “its preprogrammed” bit is a big fave -“helps you act correctly” he mocks jeremys stance and jerms like “Oh” -TEENAGE ROCKSTAR SPLENDOOORS -hes very excited to tell jerm what he is on the school social map -his voice kinda shakes on “youll go from sad to interesting” -jeremy FLAILS -“arent you gonna wash your hands” -He d a n c e -LIFT THE SHIRT AND ROLL UR STOMACH R I C H W H A T T H E F U C K -hips dont lie -then jerm does the spiel -BEANBAG JUMPSCARE -michaels legs -the boyes f o c u s -“scamming you SUPER WEIRDLY” -michaels LASER FOCUS ON VIDEO GAMES -controller switch -michaels dancing -they high five and then michael waves him off like “get the fuck out of my beanbag jeremiah” -they SLAPP to start video game -MICHAELS DANCING DURINF “COOL IN COLLEGE” -he tickles jeremy when jeremy doesnt pay attention to him -michael f l o p -jeremys impatience -STOLEN CONTROLLER -T H R O W C O N T R O L L E R -“oh!” straight up and down -michael flops forward and his hood goes up and hes dead -“is that a girl are you in here with a girl?” michaels TRANS -so is jeremy -they both are i love them -“hey mr heeeere” -jeremy is SO MEAN TO HIS DAD -J E R E M I A H B E N I C E H E S D O I N G H I S B E S T -at least michaels worried -“hey!!!” -“will you be too cool for mmm,,” SLAPP “video games,,,?” -(do dee do doooo) -THE GAY -“is it reaaallly true?” l e a n “im your faaaaavowite pewson?” -JEREMY FLIPS HIM OFF J E R E M Y -THE SHOULDER TOUCH -T H E G A Y -S L A P P -the jump -THE RUN -DA N CE -dont dance on those chairs tho ur gonna fall -“TWO PLAYER GAYYYYYYYYYYYY” -T H E H A N D S H A K E AJDJDJDJJD -michael with his hood up -how does this boy ever get his weed if hes like this -“i like your sideburns” michael turns like wtf “wolverine, right?” -“its from japaaaan” -mike and jerm looking at each other -MICHAELS FAKE COUGHING -“ladies running shoes” -“ATATATATATATA” -“SHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHH” -sniff -“DONT MASTURBATE” jeremy sobs -“take it with mountain dew I DONT KNOW WHY” HE POINTS AT MICHAEL AND MIXHAELS LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO” HE HOLDA UP HIS HANDS DEFENSIVELY -“WERE SOLD OUT” “of….. shoes??” “oh…. Oh Youre Here For Shoes” “,, payless,,,,” “my bad” -a lovely pair of pumps -“$401. dont forget the mountain dew” STEP STEP STEP STEP STEP STEP -“i-i dont think thats how it works!” michael shut up you just dont trust it -“how does it taste?” “,, minty” “uh how do you feel????”“ “like,,,,,,,,, a CHUMP” -“try to say something cool!” -“its like regular pepsi!!! ,,,,, JUST CLEAR!!!!!!” -im going over this at school bc i wont remember when i get home and my friends watching with me and she just went “theres a lot of slapping” -“SBARROS!!!” -jeremy is so awkward -HE FLOPS DOWN ON THE FLOOR -the way he stands at “WAITWAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT” -“AAAH!!! GAHAGHH!!!!!!!! AGAHAGHAAHAGHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Can u imagine those people digging up the forest though. Like the cats were there long enough for skyclan to be forgotten the poor dudes must have stared at the upturned bones of twenty generations of buried feral cats and gone "huh. This is something."
“gerald holy fuck”
“harrison what the hell is it this time if you found another one of those ‘cool rocks’ i’m gonna hit you on the head with this shov—harrison holy fuck”
The bounding steps were paired with a grand wave to the skeleton he’d spent the last week chatting with, and a low giggle left before his wide strides carried the scientist off into the dense woods with long and drawn out steps that pressed into the powdery snow to crunch through what leaves lay buried beneath.
A wide and sweeping wave of his hand conjured a sparkling rush of brilliant green energies, a flash of resilience flickered and swirled, beckoning the image of the familiar door that marked the edge of the Ruins before humming contentedly.
The radiant rush of familiarity; quick to read the signals of the timeline that appeared before his eyes and humming to himself before kicking up from the ground as an all consuming flash of radiant green consumed him
The rushing sensation of falling overcame him in a staggering sweep, plummeting through the air when… oh dear… this fall was a bit further than he’d intended it to be.
Ground did not meet his feet in the next step, and as the rushing green energies flickered out of his line of sight he gave a startled peep, spying the ground a good ten feet beneath him, so with a quick drop through the air, and a spooked shriek… the scientist dropped through the air and crashed into the thick layer of snow.
Toppling in a quick rounding bounce over the powdery surface, the inventor grunted with each bounce before finally slowing to a stop.
Oy vey, that landing had… been rougher than what he was used to, and he could’ve swore he’d taken down a sapling with him in his landing. Creaking open to let pale green eyelights search for the source of the weight over top of him, there was a quick squeak.
His face lit up a brilliant harlequin green, oh dear… that–
Th-that had not been a sapling he’d taken down in his tumble…
How DO you say "You're a disappointment to the empire" ????? that post got me thinking. and i realized i don't know klingon
wo’Good question, this one.
The Terran “You are a disappointment” usually applies to some person or object which has not met with expectations; a failure. The entire Klingon Empire would look upon such a person with disdain if the word got out.
So the best way of expressing this would be something like
tu'HomI'raH SoH ‘e’ Sov wo’
You are a thing notable for its uselessness; the Empire knows this.
Pronounce it as
TOO! - khommy! - RAKH shokh !EH! shov WO!
with glottal stops at each exclamation point. The stressed syllables give the mu'qaDcurse, insult (n) a lyrical flow.
Summary: (Based off of a request from a precious anon for a feverish pukey Noam and Ellis being the mommy he basically is <3)
Noam had the type of obedience that overruled his feelings. So when Ellis told him to eat more soup, he ate more soup…
It was around 11pm when Noam appeared in the living room. Ellis wondered how long he’d been standing there. Noam had his comforter bunched up under his arm and a pillow hanging from his hand. Ever since he was as little as four years old, Noam could find Ellis up late at night watching tv. The eldest would gather Noam’s small body up in his arms, put him over his lap and rub his back. Even now, at 17, as tall and as lanky as he was, Noam would still bunch his body over his brother’s lap for the comfort.
For most of the night, Ellis had been alone lounging on the couch watching movies. No one seemed to want to join him tonight; Gideon could be heard singing with his guitar upstairs in his room. And Noam was supposed to be asleep.
When Ellis finally noticed Noam standing at the doorway, he frowned a little. He watched Noam plop himself next to him, a little sweaty and pale, with the collar of his loose cotton tee drooping a bit off his shoulder. His lips were pressed together and turned up in a sour grimace right as Ellis heard his stomach suddenly turn with a low squelch.
Noam could feel Ellis’s hand rest on his head. “Stomach still bothering you?”
He only answered with a nod. His stomach was knotting itself into a cramp. He had to bring his knees to his chest for some relief. It moved through him so slowly that it was nauseating to breathe through. He could feel Ellis crouching over him in concern, lightly brushing grazing circlers on his back.
When the cramp finally eased off, Noam lifted his head and puffed out a shaky exhale. With a dry swallow, he pressed a hand on his stomach. It was tight, full of the liquids he’d been forcing himself to consume all day despite his nonexistent appetite. His stomach was giving him problems all afternoon at work earlier. He figured it was just the result of indigestion from eating pizza late the previous night, an indulgence he rarely took part in; Noam’s stomach had proven to be more sensitive than his brothers. Ellis had made his baby brother soup with plenty of greens and veggies when he returned home that afternoon, said it would help his digestion. Noam had nothing but bowls of that and Gatorade for the rest of the day.
Noam had the type of obedience that overruled his feelings. So when Ellis told him to eat more soup, he ate more soup; Ellis always had Noam’s best interest in mind, after all. He was so sure the soup would work.
“I feel worse than this morning.” Noam mumbled. He leaned against the sofa cushions and let his head fall back, blowing up at his bangs to get them out of his face. Ellis pushed them out of the way for him, passing his hand through coffee brown hair a few times.
“I’m sorry to hear that, nono.” Ellis said, pecking Noam’s clammy temple. Noam flinched a little, his stomach emitting another low rumble. Ellis stayed close, calmly unfazed.
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t indigestion anymore.” Noam moaned, his Adam’s apple exposed and bobbing.
“I’d have to agree with you on that, unfortunately.” He touched his neck, then his forehead, but the warmth coming off his body was enough to confirm he was feverish. Whenever Noam got hot or had a fever, color rose in his cheeks and ran across his nose. Gideon often teased him by saying he looked like a bunny, which irritated Noam to no end, since he’d been trying to grow out of his naturally baby-like face since he hit puberty.
“It’s probably not smart to be so close then.”
“Eh, probably not,” Ellis said, but he wrapped his arms around his brother’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze. “I’m pretty sure I’m immune to you by now. You’re basically my child.” This made Noam laugh a little, but then he swallowed convulsively when a wave of nausea rudely washed through him. A sour burp gurgled up his chest and he turned away so it wouldn’t blow in Ellis’s face. And then another one tore through him, all wet and heavy, and it brought up some acidic Gatorade that he had to swallow down. Ellis kept him steady, giving his shoulders a squeeze.
“You okay?” Which, at this point, meant you’re not about to throw up, are you?
Noam nodded again, keeping his lips pressed together. He swallowed hard with a grimace. “Yeah, I think I’m good.” He weakly said through his teeth. Ellis started to get up.
“Let me get you some water. And probably some Pepto too, right?”
“I’ll get it. I can’t stay still right now,” Noam said, using Ellis’s shoulder to push himself up. “Stomach’s cramping and stuff.” Ellis could hear the heavy pattern of his breathing. Sounded like he was struggling to keep his stomach out of his throat. Noam stuck a hand up his shirt and Ellis caught a glimpse of his brother’s swollen middle before he wobbled out of sight to the kitchen.
“Jeezis, that looks like it hurts, Nono,” Ellis exclaimed, his eyebrows knitting together in surprise. He twisted himself around so he could keep his brother in sight as he fished around the fridge for a tall water bottle.
“Take a full cap of it.” Ellis instructed, once he told Noam where to find the Pepto.
Noam drank more than half of the bottle of water with the Pepto, which did nothing but seem to rile his insides even more. His intestines were downright angry with him. He’d spent the next 15 minutes pacing from the kitchen to the living room, stopping to bend over the nearest surface or curl over himself each time a cramp rippled through him. They’d become so frequent that he was becoming uncharacteristically vocal about it, panting harshly and moaning deep in his throat from the pain. Ellis could only helplessly hover, since Noam seemed so irritable with how he was feeling, he didn’t want to be touched.
“God.” Ellis heard Noam hiss before he disappeared into the bathroom down the hall. Ellis hurried after him, but Noam had quickly locked the door.
Liquid could be heard pouring into the toilet bowl, splashing and plopping after short pauses. Noam was groaning, whispering words of distress to himself. He sounded muffled, like he might be biting his hand or something. Ellis tried the door again.
“Hey, Noam?” Noam’s trembling panting was putting his older brother in a panic. He hoped it hadn’t shown in his voice. That was the last thing Noam needed.
“Just gimme a minute, Ellis. Please, just—privacy please?”
“Oh, oh my god. Sorry, okay. Call for me if you need me. I’ll be on the couch.” Ellis had to wrench himself from the door, he felt so bad. It killed him to hear Noam in pain, but he forced himself to be calm.
30 minutes later, Noam finally came back to the couch, looking shaky and grey. His full lips were pale. Ellis had been itching to check on him, so the moment Noam sat back down, Ellis’s hands were busy examining him. He lifted Noam’s shirt, discouraged by how bloated he still was.
Noam bent over to get the water bottle on the floor, bringing it to his lips. The water cooled down the burning in his throat, but it added to the fullness he still felt. Ellis’s hand went back to Noam’s back gently.
“How’s your stomach?” In which Noam just shook his head and closed his eyes.
“Cramping stopped, but now I’m just nauseous. Like,” he swallowed dryly. “Really nauseous.“
“Better or worse?”
“Worse.” He answered with a pout. Ellis kissed the side of his head again.
“I’m so sorry, yobo.”
Noam whimpered a little and placed his pillow on Ellis’s lap. Ellis opened up expectedly and invited Noam to curl across him. The moment the pressure of the pillow was on his stomach, a belch rolled right out of him. His body shuddered; it can’t have felt good, but it was bringing up the trapped air. Ellis made a sympathetic noise and pushed up his brother’s shirt, working his hand over the expanse of his warm back. Periodically, he gave him a few pats, and Noam’s stomach would gurgle into the pillow before his spine would ripple and another sharp belch would hurtle out of him.
Ellis tried to distract Noam with a movie, but his brother was too nauseated to focus, throat too tight to even make a comment, so Ellis kept a soothing hand on Noam’s skin, dragging his fingers up and down his spine.
Gideon came downstairs for a snack right when Noam started getting noticeably worse. His hiccups were getting deeper and his burps were starting to bring up more than air that he was struggling to swallow down. He lifted himself from the pillow, breathing through his nose. Looking completely frustrated with himself, he looked sullenly at his brother with glazed over hazel eyes before pressing himself into Ellis and hiding his face into his chest.
“Oh my baby.” Ellis crooned, rocking Noam a little. He could feel Noam’s active stomach sloshing against his own. Noam audibly swallowed something that must’ve risen when his abdomen clenched. He let out a shallow gag and pressed his face into Ellis’s warm neck. He had Ellis’s shirt clenched in his fists.
“Ellis,” he gasped out. His voice was quaking. “I need—,” but then something gurgled up his chest and abruptly escaped him with a wet but unproductive heave. It was so violent, Noam’s body had lurched over the couch. Ellis grabbed him so he wouldn’t go falling on his face.
“Oh crap—Giddy, I need something now. Noam’s throwing up.”
Gideon knew Noam hadn’t been feeling well, but he was shocked to hear Ellis calling for him past Noam’s sudden retches that cut through the air.
With a burning belch, Noam heaved over the couch, sending a torrent of liquid splattering onto the ground. Ellis was rubbing his shoulder blades, doing what he could while still being pinned down by Noam’s shaking body. Gideon hurried over with a trashcan. Thank God, they had hardwood floors; a wide puddle of chunky broth and Gatorade now littered the floor, seeping under the couch.
“Shit, okay,” Gideon shoved the trashcan under Noam’s dripping lips, right before his head disappeared into the bin with a forceful heave. Gideon placed a steadying hand on Noam’s shoulder. It scared him a little. Noam’s heaves were hitting him so rapidly, he could barely take in a breath. His throat made a strangled whimper.
“Shh, it’s okay, Noam. You’re okay, yobo. Breathe when you can, you’re alright.” Ellis whispered, pressing kisses into his baby brother’s shoulder. Noam’s stomach was clenching relentlessly against Ellis’s.
“You’re okay. Just get it out. You’re alright.” Gideon added. He stayed close until Noam’s gagging had gone dry. Ellis gently coaxed Noam to get up so they could get him to the bathroom, holding Noam close to him while he turned him around. Gideon quickly came around the couch to lift one of Noam’s arms to get him to stand.
The moment he stood, Noam let out a sob before lurching forward yet again, more liquid pouring past his lips and into the trashcan. Both brothers stood with him, holding him as belches wracked his body. Ellis had a hand on Noam’s stomach. It had gone down some, but was still alarmingly puffy and it was writhing into his palm. He was still bringing up surprising amounts of vomit; the bin was getting heavy with how full it was getting.
Just when it seemed like Noam was done, lifting his head and looking ahead hazily, nose dripping with snot and eye’s red and tearful, he jolted with a hiccup and curled over with a retch so deep his ears turned red.
The convulsions made his knees buckle under him. Ellis followed him down while Noam held onto the bin with a shaking death grip. He was panting into it, his breathes agitating the plastic bag lining of the container. Gideon had taken to rubbing his back, eyes wide with concern, because now he was scared. Noam was alarmingly, violently sick. His skin was burning.
Ellis used his other hand to run his fingers through Noam’s now sweaty hair. Gideon watched as he asked Noam questions to see what he was feeling, what he might need from them, and he was completely unresponsive. All he seemed able to do was keep himself from falling over. A string of thick saliva dangled past his open mouth. His eyes looked vacant.
Ellis set his jaw and got up, urging Gideon to stay with Noam while he grabbed his keys, his wallet, put on his shoes. He shoved a baseball cap on his head and crouched down to have Gideon lift Noam onto his back.
“Call mom for me,” Ellis said, already heading to the front door. Gideon nodded, getting his shoes. “Tell her to meet us at the emergency room.”
Creepypasta #631: Anyone Here Remember The Old News Story About The Dismembered Feet?
Story length: Super long
basement apartment flooded just in time for Christmas. Ho ho ho. Don’t worry
about me though, I’m staying with a friend who has a kickass oceanfront view
which beats the hell out of my old shoebox. Speaking of boxes, this flooding
thing finally forced me to root through all the old junk boxes I’ve been
carting around for so long. A lot of my stuff was ruined by water damage, but
there was one sheaf of hastily stapled papers that might be of interest to you
back when I was a poor, sheltered home schooled student (I know) I’d spend my
free time on the public library computers browsing livejournal for decent fanfiction
(I know, I know). One wikiwalk led to another and I found myself linked to
another website with the blog of a guy who crowed about solving the mystery of
where the feet were coming from.
might not remember this news oddity but it had a lot of experts stumped.
Basically, human feet were washing up on the West Coast with disturbing
regularity. Just the feet tied neatly in their shoes and nothing else. Go ahead
and google ‘British Columbia feet’ if you don’t believe me.
some authority figures got together and declared that was just how human bodies
decomposed in water; separating at the joints. The buoyant rubber soles of the
shoes caused the feet to float away from their unfortunate owners and they
bobbed along the currents until they would end up ruining some early morning
jogger’s day by showing up on the beaches.
of the bodies have been identified and some have not. The police assured the
public that a link between the victims was very unlikely, that many of them
were simply suicides. This blogger wasn’t contesting that. He merely wanted to
point out that he’d found the origin of the bodies - the place most of them had
entered to water.
was a bit of a hullabaloo in the comments about how unscientific his methods
for tracing ocean currents was. Because my curfew was about to be up I copied
and pasted the whole thing and printed it off for ten cents a page, intending
to read it later. I promptly lost the papers and they stayed lost for years,
until yesterday when I rediscovered them while sorting through my storage for
original post and the map that came with it is a multi colored blur. I’ve
transcribed the surviving comments as accurately as I can below:
U don’t get it!! there s no way any one can pinpoint wher they are from just
from 'tracking currents’ ! if u could do this scientist woud do it all the
wow. Was that even meant to be English, trRustM3? Your words are such a garbled
mess I can’t even tell. And what do you mean by 'scientists’, hmm? You do know
there’s different disciplines of science, right?
theory! I;d love to hear more about your methods!
water is cold
u u entitled grammar nazi
guys are missing the point. if we know where the bodies are coming from why
don’t we tell the police?
me and a certain yaranaikabot were on skype talking about shovel knight and she mentions that the first meeting between shovs and black made her think of that faker scene with sonic and shadow so i edited the thing and
it kinda seems like fucking believeable in-game dialogue fucking shit fuck this game fuck these guys i’m out
Note: Haha so this was the one I was supposed to have posted on Monday (or Tuesday at the latest). I had a lovely anon who reminded me and so it’s thanks to her I’m posting this at all because I totally forgot I was supposed to do that XD
Summery: Raph writes a letter that he deeply regrets, only to regret it a lot less later on. Takes place after Casey Jones versus the Underworld.
My pastel decora coordinate from the Friday of MCM comic con London~ (thanks to @decora-girl-shov for the casual walking surprise shot that turned out to be non-hideous, and for featuring her beautiful face-corner)
PAIRING: Keith/Lance PROMPT:ice water // fire [ KLANCE WEEK DAY 5 ] WORD COUNT: 2101 RATING: Mature (just to be safe its rly not that heavy) ADDITIONAL TAGS: || Klance Week 2016 || Making Out || Established Relationship || Fire || i feel free after writing this || set like three years into the voltron gig || makeouts and heavy introspection and ‘oh shit im in love’ || also an overuse of fire imagery ||
When Lance was eight years old, his abuelita sat him on her knee and told him; love is a leveler.
At the time, Lance had had no idea what she meant. Love was still a rather far-off and foreign concept, but he was enamoured with the general idea behind it, even if it seemed a bit confusing. He hadn’t known what the word ‘leveler’ meant at all, but he hadn’t wanted to bring attention to that, especially when abuelita always praised him for being so smart.
The phrase stuck with him, but had ultimately been pushed to the back of his mind when he couldn’t figure it out.
Now though, his back arched against the wall and Keith burning caustic kisses into his skin, he thinks he might get it.