so i just really wanted to make something out of this moment

reddie headcanon

warning: some sexual assault, alcohol, drugs
requested by: @whipashwhipash

-reddie decides to go to a party and while the party scene isn’t eddie’s cup of tea, he goes because richie loves going to parties

-when they arrive, eddie practically clings onto richie, holding his hand and keeping close to his boyfriend as they move through the crowds of people in the house

-“i won’t leave you, okay?” richie whispers into his ear, kissing his cheek

-eddie stays close as richie starts talking to people eddie isn’t familiar with

-richie introduces eddie to this friends and all eddie can do is smile and nervously looks around

-when they make it to the least crowded part of the party, like an hour later, richie asks eddie if he’s ready to go home

-eddie knows richie doesn’t want to leave so early, so he plasters a fake smile on his face and shakes his head

-“we can stay a little bit longer.”

-“are you sure? because it’s no big deal if you wanna leave.”

-eddie shakes his head again and kisses Richie

-they sit around in the kitchen a little while longer, talking a little and richie tries make eddie feel more comfortable and tries to make him laugh adn loosen up

-“can i have something to drink?” eddie asks

-richie nods and grabs a plastic cup off the stack on the counter

-“what do you want?” richie asks his boyfriend

-“something that will loosen me up,” eddie says, nervously fiddling with his fingers as he leans agianst the kitchen counter

-richie gives him a look, not sure what’s going on

-“you don’t drink, eds,” he says, laughing a little

-“yeah, maybe i should try it, though,” eddie shrugs, trying not to look as nervous as he feels

-“eddie, you don’t have to have something to drink because everyone else is,” richie says, his voice serious

-“please, rich,” eddie pleads, his eyes never leaving Richie’s

-richie doesn’t want to, but he hisitantly grabs some fruit punch out of the fridge and a bottle of some kind of alcohol (eddie has no idea what it is but richie does so he doesn’t panic as much)

-when richie is done with the concoction he’s made, he hands the cup to eddie

-richie makes himself a cup of the same thing and they clink their cups together before taking sips

-“hey, it’s not as bad as i thought,” eddie says, taking another sip
-richie laughs

-“that’s because i mixed the alcohol with fruit punch, eds.”

-richie decides to go back out to the party, grabbing Eddie’s hand

-when eddie lets go, richie turns back to look at him

-“you’re not coming?” he asks

-“nah, i’ll just stay here,” eddie says, shaking his head

-“oh, okay,” richie says, feeling uneasy about leaving eddie alone

-“you can go,” eddie says, giving him a smile

-“i don’t want to leave you alone, though,” richie sighs

-“i’ll be fine. i really just don’t want to go in there, where it’s crowded with all those people,” eddie says

-“are you sure you’ll be fine?” richie asks

-eddie nods and richie leans over to kiss him

-“if you need me, i’ll be in the living room, talking to that group of guys you saw me talking to earlier,” richie says before smiling at eddie and leaving

-eddie stays in the same spot for another ten minutes, sipping at his drink, bobbing his head to the music he’s never listened to before, and looking around at the stranger’s kitchen he’s standing in

-“you look like youre having a great time,” someone says over eddie’s shoulder, causing the boy to turn around

-eddie sees it’s one of the guys richie was talking to earlier and he smiles, not knowing what else to say

-“you don’t talk much, do you?” the guy asks

-eddie just kinda of shrugs

-“i’m not good with meeting new people,” eddie says quietly, sitting his drink down on the counter

-“i’m chris,” the guys introduces himself (again), holding his hand out for eddie to shake

-“i’m eddie,” eddie says, shaking chris’ hand

-“yeah, richie’s always talking about you,” chris laughs a little. “I understand why now.”

-that last statement makes eddie feels a little uneasy but the more he talks to chris, the more he feels himself getting loose

-“i’ll be back, i have to go to the bathroom,” eddie excuses himself, heading out of the kitchen and down the hall to where the thinks the bathroom is

-when he comes back, chris is still in the same spot, sipping at his own drink

-eddie grabs his drink from the counter and takes a sip, leaning agianst the counter like was before

-it takes another ten minutes for eddie to realize something isn’t right, and the more he drinks what’s in his cup, the worse he feels

-eddie feels sluggish and his vision is getting blurry and he can barely understand chris as he tells eddie they’re going upstairs

-eddie feels his body moving, but doesn’t know where he’s going and he doesn’t say a word as the music gets louder and the chatter of people fills his senses

-and then it’s quiet again because they’re upstairs in someone’s bedroom and eddie’s being thrown on the bed and then the weight of someone else’s body is over his and eddie doesn’t know what’s going on

-“just be quiet and this will all be over,” chris says into eddie’s ear as eddie starts to squirm and wiggle about on the bed

-eddie can feel chris’ lips all over his body and his hands and he doesn’t like this, but all he can do is mumble “no no no stop” as he tries to get out of chris’ grip

-chris has his hand covering eddie’s mouth and that’s when eddie tries to shout

-“richie!” he tries to call out with chris’ hand over his mouth. “richie, help!’

-and that’s when eddie blacks out

-but just a few minutes after eddie blacking out, richie is knocking hard on the locked door adn he’s screaming out for chris to open it

-"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, OPEN THE DOOR!”

-he continues to bang on the door for a few more moments, but then he stops

-and then the door is being kicked open and richie comes storming in, a group of people watching at the door as he shoves a stunned chris off of eddie

-richie looks over at eddie, his shirt not on his body anymore and his jeans unbuttoned and he can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if he hadn’t have gotten upstairs in time

-richie saw chris taking eddie upstairs, but his “friends” held him back from following him, as if they knew what chris was going to do and they were helping him

-richie holds back his tears as he stares down at eddie and then rage fills him as he walks over to chris and punches him square in the face

-richie gets on top of chris as he’s knocked down and continues to bash his face in

-“YOU DISGUSTING MOTHERFUCKER,” richie says under his breath. “DON’T YOU FUCKING COME NEAR ME OR MY BOYFRIEND EVER AGAIN.”

-richie is pulled off of chris by some random dudes, who richie shoves away, walking straight over to eddie and buttoning his pants back up and grabbing his shirt off the floor, putting it back on his body

-richie carries eddie downstairs and outside to his car, lying him down in the backseat

-richie grabs a blanket from the trunk of his car and puts it over eddie’s body before walking around to get in the driver’s seat

-when he’s sat down, richie breaks down behind the wheel and cries so hard

-he can’t help but feel it’s his fault and he hits his hea don the steering wheel several times, mad at himself

-he doesn’t want to go home, but he knows another place he go

-they get to bill’s house and when bill opens the door, seeing eddie unconscious in richie’s arms, he’s scared and confused

-“what happened?” bill asks, moving out of the way for richie and eddie to come through

-“I’ll tell you about it in a minute,” richie says, still crying a little. “where can i put him?”

-bill leads them up the stairs to his room and richie lies eddie down, throwing the covers over his body, kissing his forehead and moving the hair away from his face

-bill and richie go back downstairs and sit down on the couch in the living room

-richie explains to bill what happened and richie breaks down again

-bill pulls him in and wraps his arms around his friend and holds him while he cries

-“it wasn’t your fault,” bill says. “and it wasn’t eddie’s fault.”

-“i shouldn’t have brought him to that party,” richie says quietly

-“shhh…” bill says, still holding richie, “everything will be okay.”

-about an hour and a half passes and bill makes tea for richie and eddie and says they can stay if they want since his parents aren’t home for the weekend

-richie takes his and eddie’s cups of tea and heads upstairs to see if eddie is awake

-he is and he’s sitting up in the bed, staring down at his fingers

-“hey,” richie says, walking over to him and sitting their mugs down on the nightstand

-richie sits down on the bed with eddie and, pulling the covers up over them and wrapping his arms around eddie, pulling the boy closer into him

-that’s when eddie bursts out crying and he holds onto richie so tight, as if his life depends on it

-“i’m here,” richie says quietly. “it’s okay, i’m here, eddie spaghetti.”

-when eddie calms down, he tells richie all that he can remember and he tells him that he calling for him and he was so scared he didn’t know what to do

-“i’m sorry, eddie,” richie says

-“why are you sorry? you saved me, richie.”

-“i just wished i could go back and not bring you to that party,” richie says. “it was my fault. i’m sorry i let you down.”

-eddie makes richie look at him

-“richie tozier, this wasn’t your fault,” eddie says softly. “you saved me. i’m so thankful for you and i love you so much.”

-he kisses richie’s lips softly and richie pulls him back into his body, holding him close and not letting him go


this was probably shit and it’s really long but i almost cried writing it ok

also tagging: @trashmoutheds@stanleyurisisalive @spicyymoon–lovve @king-wheezy-trash @trxshmouth-t0zier @t-rash-m-outh @rainy-kaspbrak @eddie-kaspjack ily guys sm <3

The Secret Book Club Part 4

Originally posted by the-lokis-queen

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: FLUFF, DEATH BY FLUFFY FLUFFY BUNNIES

Words: 1518

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

Authors Note: THE FLUFFS HERE! Not the longest update cause I’ve been soooo tired pulling long shifts at work, but it’s here and I wanted to end it there before I got to the *wink* OTHER STUFF *wink*. So yeah, not the end! SO not the end!

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Title: So Married

Rating: G

Word Count: 987

Summary: “Um, excuse me, Phil? You basically just outed us.” 

“Well, you outed the…dog calendar.”

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witch!au + aphrodisiac (m) 

pairing⇁Namjoon x Reader

genre⇁smut, fluff? || witch!au, enemies to lovers

warnings⇁ dubious consent at the end? bc potion, sexy times in a classroom

word count⇁9.5k

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step one. in one room, gather two people who seemingly dislike each other 
step two. stir in a pinch of snark and four ladles of sexual tension
step three. wait until everything simmers to a boil

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Warnings: inner conflict i guess??

Summary: You’re finding it harder and harder to resist Steve.

A/N: Part two ya’ll! I’m pretty proud of how this turned out. I know it’s A LOT shorter than part one but I think I like it like this. I appreciate everyone’s feedback and support - I love hearing from you guys! :D Keep telling me what you guys like or don’t like, I love it. 

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Monday morning rolled around and you were still all torn up.

Steve had really screwed everything up, and despite the fact he called to apologize, you were still angry. You were angry at him for not controlling his temper, you were angry at Tommy for being such a jackass, but mostly you were angry at yourself for letting your guard down. You knew better than to let Steve in, to fall for him. Yet here you were, having spent the entire weekend thinking about him, and you felt like someone had ripped your whole body in half.

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her voice had been in his head for as long as he could remember, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t seem to understand what she was saying to him. and then one night he did, and everything turned upside down.

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Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: All the amazing feedback I’ve gotten for this fic has been completely overwhelming (in a really, really great way). I’m going to be posting two chapters a week from here on out. I haven’t decided how many chapters I’m going to make this. Originally, it was 15, but I think I may extend it to 20 (we shall see). Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! As always, I would love to know what you think. :)

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Originally posted by loveviral

To the girl I used to be,

Today I felt something. I’m not sure what it was, but it was better than the numb void.

Today, for the first time in a while, I felt like it was going to be okay.

 

Love,

The girl I am now

 


Elain had never felt so nervous.

But she’d also never felt so free. So brave. So ready. So in want, in need of something.

And from the moment Azriel’s hands had found the back of Elain’s thighs, and had hoisted her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist, Elain had no doubt in her mind that she was ready for it.

Ready for him.

She was amazed at his agility, at the way he carried her up three flights of stairs with no issues. At the way his lips stayed held against hers the entire way up.

They reached his apartment and Azriel fiddled the door open without having to put her down, and it wasn’t until after he kicked the door open with his thick, clunky boot, that he removed his lips from hers. “Cass?”

The only being who answered was Shadow, with a soft meow.

They were alone.

Azriel’s hazel eyes met Elain’s honey brown, and her breath halted as she realized what he was asking, without having to say any words at all.

Elain gave him a subtle nod, before running her hands through his hair, and pressing her forehead gingerly against his. “Please,” she asked, a careful plea.

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anonymous asked:

Could we perhaps get some more cute were-lance fluff? I absolutely loved the petting! Or perhaps angst? Maybe lance gets stuck in one form or the other and the team try’s to comfort him?

Here you go! I hope you enjoy it! ❤️


Usually Lance could control when and where he wanted to transform but like the cliched werewolves in fairy tales, he would transform during a full moon. As soon as he could feel the change stirring in his bones, he notified his team. What he didn’t expect was Allura telling him that the moon and sun on this planet worked on seven-day cycles and that he was going to be trapped in his wolf form for the next seven days.

“Why did we stop here?” He wailed with panic. Allura tried to calm him fruitlessly. He helplessly paced around the bridge of the ship as he watched the sun begin to set behind the planet’s clouds. He nervously started chewing on his fingernails.

“Can’t you shift before the moon rises?” Pidge asked curiously coming to stand by his side. He didn’t stop biting his fingers as he swiveled his head to face her. He shook his head before looking back out of the Castle’s screen.

“No, I lose the ability to shift on my own as soon as the sun starts setting before a full moon,” he explained. She only nodded and gently patted his back in sympathy.

“Is there anything we should be worried about before you shift?” Shiro asked joining the two of them. Lance thought for a moment before he turned to face his leader.

“Whatever you do don’t touch me while I’m transforming, I’ll be in a lot of pain because it’s forced and I probably won’t realize where I am until after,” he stated, looking into Shiro’s eyes to make sure he understood the gravity of the situation. He gulped but nodded in understanding. Lance turned to the rest of them, waiting for their acceptance as well.

“What’s going to happen?” Keith asked. He crossed his arms and stood beside Shiro and regarded Lance with slightly worried eyes.

“I’ll probably be disoriented for a little bit, and I might not be able to stand or walk for a bit afterward,” he said with a wince, remembering all the forced transformations he had over the course of his life.

“Don’t worry though, I’ll be good after about an hour,” he said trying to lighten the mood of the others.

“I don’t like this,” Hunk said simply coming up to rest his arm around Lance’s shoulders. Lance sighed and leaned his head to rest it on Hunk’s chest.

“I don’t either but it’s a part of my life,” he replied with a huff.

“Perhaps we should move somewhere more comfortable?” Coran suggested gaining the attention of the paladins. They looked to Lance, who was busy watching as dusk steadily crept closer. He nodded and started towards the doors. He’s done this dozens of times, how bad could it possibly be?


Bad.

It’s bad.

How could he have forgotten how horrible it really was?

He writhed on the floor of the lounge, clawing at his chest, and arms. Anywhere he could reach. He felt blistering hot and freezing cold at the same time. Tears trekked down his face in agony and broken whimpers and wails escaped his mouth.

“Are you sure we can’t do anything?” Pidge asked tears in her eyes as she watched her brother squirm on the ground in pain.

“You heard him, he said not to touch him,” Keith grunted back. He wanted to look away from the scene but felt compelled to watch in case something happened to Lance. Shiro put his hand in her hair to offer her some sort of comfort, while the other went to Hunk’s shoulder who was already quietly weeping.

They winced when they heard the sounds of bones snapping and clothes tearing. They watched fascinated as Lance’s features changed in front of their eyes and fur quickly grew out of his skin. It was only a few minutes later that Lance stopped twitching and laid still in front of their eyes.

“Lance?” Shiro asked cautiously. He inched a bit closer and paused when Lance opened an eye to stare up at him. Shiro slowly crouched on one knee in front of him. Lance’s ear twitched and he carefully staggered up on all fours, eyes never leaving his leader. He put one trembling leg out in an attempt to make it to Shiro but as soon as he put weight on the limb he crashed to the ground with a sad yelp.

“Lance!” Shiro exclaimed lunging forward. He lifted his head and placed it on his lap and stroked Lance’s head and ears back. Lance’s ears perked up and his tail started to thump behind him. Everyone let out a huge sigh of relief and moved forward to collapse around Lance. He looked around excited as everyone put their hands on his fur and started scratching and petting. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.


Keith didn’t think that he would be spending much time with Lance this week, not when he wouldn’t be able to communicate with him very well. He expected for them to laze around in the Castle all week as they waited for the sun to come back up. What he didn’t expect was for Lance to grab his jacket sleeve in his teeth and begin pulling him to the hangers.

“Augh Lance, what the heck?” he growled tugging his sleeve away from the canine’s mouth. He didn’t give him the chance to grab it again and instead obediently started following him. He led him to Red’s hanger and gestured with his head to Keith’s speeder. He looked at him with a quirked brow and confused shrug. Lance huffed and grabbed his sleeve again, dragging him closer to the speeder and laid his hand over the seat of it. He looked up at Lance and noticed him looking at the speeder exit instead.

“You want to go outside?” He asked hesitantly. Lance barked and wagged his tail, turning his body to face the large door. Keith gave Lance one last look before he smirked and revved the engine. He sped forward, the hanger door opening automatically for the speeder. He started falling to the planet’s floor and cursed at himself. How could he forget how far up the fall from the Castle was? He worriedly looked around for Lance and his mouth dropped open when he found him right beside the speeder, calmly letting the wind flow through his fur. With a cloud of dirt they landed on the ground, Keith immediately fell off the speeder in his haste to check on Lance.

“Lance! Are you okay!?” He cried, not yet able to see through the cloud of dirt. He gasped and stepped back when a tongue wet his cheek. He looked to his left and saw the werewolf sitting, perfectly unharmed. He gave a short bark and got to his feet and faced the plains that stretched as far as they could see. Lance started trotting around Keith and the speeder, ears cocked and tail wagging.

“What? Do you want to race or something?” Keith asked looking across the horizon. The moonlight shone brightly on the surface, making everything visible from the plains to the woods he could just barely make out from this distance. Lance stopped pacing and looked at Keith as he asked the question. He stood straighter in realization.

“Wait, do you actually?” He asked for clarification. Lance barked excited and hopped around the red paladin. He chuckled and climbed back onto the speeder, once again revving the engine.

“I hope you’re ready to lose,” Keith smirked. Lance snorted and puffed his chest out. Keith let out a loud cheer as they shot forward, kicking up dust behind them.

They didn’t let up until hours later when a worried Shiro radioed to Keith speeder. They returned exhausted and Lance slumped to the ground as soon as they made it back inside. He grinned fondly and crouched near the ground and scratched behind Lance’s ears.

“You’re pretty damn fast, Lance,” he admitted. Lance’s tail thumped the ground and he let out a happy whine. He leant forward and licked a stripe straight up the side of Keith’s face. Keith sputtered and fell back, wiping his face with his forearm. Lance rolled onto his side and watched Keith with wide sparkly blue eyes.

“You’re lucky that you’re adorable like this,” he grumbled standing up and heading to his quarters. Lance barked in farewell and decided to fall asleep where he was laying. That was the beauty of being an animal after all.


Hunk wasn’t going to lie. He was drained. Emotionally and mentally drained. The worry over Lance’s situation was being less and less important. Lance seemed to be coping fine and the only one really worrying about anymore was Hunk. He knew that Lance would probably be fine by the time this week was done but he could help but worry about his best friend. He wasn’t the most concerned with his health most of the time. He tended to care more about his friends over himself. He was glad that he was able to spend most of the day with Keith yesterday, maybe they would be able to get along easier after this week was up.

He laid back on the lounge's couch. Since they were stranded here for a week and they were down a paladin, they decided that they would take this week to relax and rest up. He wanted to cook but he couldn’t find the motivation to. He honestly just wanted to go to sleep and wake up when the week was over.

“Hmm, Lance?” He asked when the brown werewolf suddenly bounded in and jumped onto the couch beside him. Lance looked at him, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He pushed his head into Hunk’s chest and laid down on his legs. Hunk smiled widely and pulled his hands through the soft fur.

“What’s up bud?” He asked even though he knew that Lance couldn’t respond. Lance gave him a happy little whine, completed with a wagging tail and pushed his head harder against Hunk’s chest, making the paladin topple over across the couch. Hunk went to sit up again when Lance plopped himself overtop of him with his head lying on his chest.

“Dude, you know I can’t resist those eyes,” he complained when Lance looked down his snout at him. Hunk smoothed back Lance’s ears once and groaned when Lance licked the tip of his chin.

“How can you be so cute? You’re a werewolf,” he stated scrunching Lance’s face up. Lance’s face somehow went blank, as if to say ‘I’m always cute,’

Hunk rolled his eyes with a fond grin and gently began stroking Lance’s ears back again. He watched as the blue eyes slowly closed and he began making quiet snores. He wiggled around slightly to try and get more comfortable, trying hard not to disturb the sleeping canine on his lap. He finally understood what cat owners must feel when their pets lay on them.


Pidge kept to herself the days that Lance stayed with Keith and Hunk. She took the time from the team to try and improve various programs in Green and the Castle. It wasn’t really a surprise to her when Lance finally wandered to her corner of the hanger. She gave him a single glance before turning back to her computer. She thought that he would just curl up behind her like he usually did. He slightly choked when he grabbed the back of her collar and flung her up in the air.

“QUIZNACK!” She screamed. She landed with a thump and felt familiar brown fur under her hands. She peeked open her eyes and saw a smirking wolf look back at her. She gave him an unimpressed glare in return and crossed her arms.

“What the heck are you doing Lance?” she asked moodily. Lance ignored her and took a few experimental steps around the hanger. She sighed but decided to humour him. He walked towards the door and stepped out into the hallway.

“Lance, I need to get back to work,” she huffed making a move to slide off his back. With that, Lance bounded forward causing Pidge to twist her hands into his fur. She gave a shriek and tightly held on to his neck. He sprinted up the hallways, taking sharp unexpected turns making Pidge’s head spin.

“I’m going to kill you, Lance,” she hissed into his ear. He didn’t give any indication that he heard her, save from the suddenly drooping ears. She pouted wanting to be mad but sighed and pet his neck, even as they were still flying through the hallways. They passed the other residents of the Castle, barely missing them by a hair. She gave an excited whoop every time they passed someone. By the time the two of them got back to the hanger; Lance was panting and flopped to the floor and Pidge’s hair was pushed back and a large smile was splitting her face.

“Lance! That was awesome!” She said excitedly. Lance shuffled over to her and laid down with his head in her lap. She giggled and indulged the teen, happily scratching him on the top of his head.

“We gotta do that again!”


Shiro would admit it.

He was jealous.

He was jealous that Keith, Hunk, and Pidge had gotten to spend so much time with Lance. He pouted as he carefully brushed Kaltenecker, he promised Lance that he would take care of her while he was indisposed. He leaned down to put the brush back into the galvanized bucket and yelled when he was suddenly flying over the bucket and onto his back in the grass. He stared up with wide eyes and let out muffled cries when Lance flopped his front legs and chest over Shiro’s face.

He yelped when Shiro grabbed around his chest and rolled him onto the grass. He hopped up and leaned forward on his front legs, tail wagging in the air. There was a split second of hesitation before Shiro jumped up and started chasing him around Kaltenecker’s pen. They playfully circled each other and when passed the bucket, Lance grabbed the brush Shiro was using before. He trotted up to him and dropped the brush at his feet.

“No way,” he grinned looked down at the brush at his feet. He picked it up and watched Lance’s eyes follow it as he waved it in front of him. With a grunt, he threw it as far as he could. Without further ado, Lance broke into a run after it. Shiro let a wide smile come across his face as Lance practically pranced back to him with the brush clamped in his jaws. Every time Lance back the brush Shiro would obediently throw it again until Lance dropped the brush and instead flopped onto his side in front of Shiro.

“You’re gonna kill me one day Lance,” he commented immediately dropping to his knees to pet Lance. Lance yipped and squirmed on the ground to rest his snout on Shiro’s knee. Shiro bit his fist in order to stop the strangled squeal that wanted to escape his throat.

“Hashtag blessed,” he whispered into the meat of his knuckle. Lance groaned and happily wagged his tail at the attention he was receiving from his friend. This time with Lance may have had him miss Koko more but at least he wasn’t feeling jealous anymore.


Honestly, Allura didn’t think that Lance would go to her for any sort of werewolf bonding time since Altea never had any myths of the creatures like Earth did. So he didn’t have to reassure her of anything. However, she was curious about what it would be like to look through his eyes. So when he wandered into the kitchen, where she was getting a late lunch she took the opportunity to circle him with inquisitive eyes. He quirked his head in confusion and kept his eyes locked on her form.

“Hm, I wonder,” she hummed putting her finger to her chin. She kept her eyes on Lance’s form as she started shifting down closer to his level. She saw the blue eyes widen in shock as her form started morphing. As she finished her transformation, she shook the now white and brown fur that covered her body. She grinned as she looked over her body, not noticing any problems with her form. She looked over at Lance and laughed at his wide open mouth and staring eyes.

“Are you alright Lance?” She asked. He shook his head and excited bounded over to her.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” he barked. She jolted in shock but let the grin widen.

“Lance, I can understand you,” she said excitedly. She felt her tail wagging and saw Lance’s was doing the same.

“Oh man, I’m so glad I finally get to talk to someone,” he said with a relieved sigh.

“Now, then,” Allura said seriously. Lance looked at her, the tone of her voice setting off alarm bells in his head. His tail stopped wagging as he focused all his attention on her. She grinned slightly at the concern that Lance was showing.

“Teach me all about being a werewolf,” she said. At that, all the excitement that Lance was feeling before came rushing back.

“Alright, what do you want to know?” He asked sitting back on his haunches. “The behaviour of werewolves are most like dogs on Earth, which would probably be a yupper,” he admitted. Allura thought for a moment.

“What did you and your family do with your free time?” she asked. Lance had to search through the many memories that he had with his family but the ones that stuck out the most were the ones where he was playing with his siblings in their wolf forms.

“Um, me and my siblings would play a lot, you know chasing, play fighting, that sort of stuff,” he said hesitantly. Considering how well put together Allura usually was, he wasn’t sure how willing she would be, even though they had gotten closer over the past months.

Allura could see how anxious Lance was and she felt a sort of sympathy for both Lance and herself since he didn’t seem to believe Allura wanted to spend her time with him.

“So, what are we waiting for?” She asked exuberantly.

“R-really?” Lance asked with wide eyes. She huffed out a laugh.

“Of course, Lance,” she said fondly. He hopped up with a howl.    

“Let’s go!” He cheered running out of the kitchen doors. He looked back expecting Allura to be struggling with her now four legs. He yelped in surprise when he saw that she was right beside him with a cheeky smirk. He huffed and pushed himself harder, skidding around the corner that led to Kaltenecker’s pen. The cow barely acknowledged them and they barrelled in. They raced around the pasture, barking and nipping at each other playfully. Lance thumped to the ground when Allura bumped into his side, her Altean strength still remaining even in wolf form.

“Oh, Lance! I’m sorry!” she said worried stepping closer to him. He lifted his head off the ground and shook it to get rid of the grass that stuck to his fur.

“It’s fine Allura, I’ve been worse,” he said. She sighed fondly and laid beside him. Side by side, Allura looked quite a bit bigger than Lance. When he noticed this, his ears flattened and it almost looked like he had a pout on his face. Allura only puffed her chest out slightly and gave him a wolfish smirk. He ignored it and laid his head down on his paws, he wiggled slightly to press against Allura’s side.

“It’s almost like I’m laying with my big sister again,” he said quietly. Allura’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him in surprise. She noticed that he was tense as if waiting for her response.

“Well, I am older than you,” she started. She watched his ears swivel back slightly to listen to her, “and I do see you as a little brother,” she said affectionately. Lance turned to look at her and said nothing when he nuzzled under her chin before quickly laying back down in embarrassment. She said nothing and laid down beside him, with her head laying over his neck in a form of protective embrace.


It was nearing the end of the week when the prolonged form he was stuck in began to catch up to him. He felt tired, and nauseous and didn’t want anything to do with anyone or anything. He wandered through the halls and peeked into the lounge, he saw Coran trying to hook up the GameFlux that they bought in the mall. No one had been able to play it yet and he wanted to set it up for Pidge and Lance when he was back to normal.

“Oh, Lance,” he said with a smile when he heard a whine and felt a head being pressed against the back of his leg. He turned and frowned when he saw the sad state he was in. He was trembling where he stood and swaying unstably.

“I heard what Allura did yesterday,” he said gently stroking Lance behind the ears. Lance looked at him in confusion but once again found himself in shock when Coran started transforming before his eyes. He almost choked when he noticed that Coran still had a bit of his moustache even after transforming. It wasn’t especially noticeable but one his uncle back home had a handlebar moustache just like it so he knew what it looked like.

“How’s that?” Coran asked proudly. Lance looked at him with envious eyes. If he thought that Allura was big than Coran was gigantic. He easily towered over Lance and looked down at him with big blue eyes.

“Honestly, I forgot that shapeshifting was an Altean thing and not an Allura thing,” he deadpanned. Coran cocked his head at Lance’s tone, not used to the teen being this blank.

“What’s wrong my boy?” He asked with concern. Lance seemed to deflate in front of him.

“I’m not supposed to stay in this form for so long,” he admitted. “I feel disgusting, my head hurts, I’m tired, I just want to human again,”

Coran looked at him with pity and walked around him to lay down against the couch. Lance looked at him curiously. Coran gestured for him to come over with his snout, which he did after a brief pause.

“Lay down, Lance,” he said quietly. Lance curled up in front of Coran, letting the warmth of the other wolf surround him.

“I know that your mind is plaguing you just as much as your body, you can confide in me, son,” he said. Coran licked a stripe up between Lance’s ears, calming him slightly. Lance slowly relaxed laying his snout on his paws and letting Coran groom him quietly as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“I miss Earth so much, I miss my family and my other friends,” he finally said. Coran didn’t stop, letting Lance continue his train of thought on his own.

“I’m angry at myself because I don’t miss them as much as I thought I should,” he admitted, which shocked Coran a bit. “Especially because you guys help me forget a lot of the time,”

“I’m glad that I can be of assistance,” Coran replied honestly.

“This whole week or movement I guess, has shown me how much everyone cares about me and that means so much to me,” he whispered. Coran wanted to say more to the paladin but it seemed like the restlessness finally caught up to Lance and he was out like a light. Coran laid his head down over top of the smaller wolf and curled around him tighter. He was glad he had this time with Lance, even though he would have a mouth full of fur when he transformed back.


They were all glad when the last night started ticking by. Lance wasn’t able to get himself up off the ground anymore, he was trembling too violently to attempt it. He had already thrown up everything in his stomach and they suspected that if he was human right now, he would be bawling his eyes out.

“Don’t worry bud, there’s not much longer until the sun rises,” Shiro said stroking the fur on his neck. It was worrisome that his tail didn’t even wag anymore, usually, it wagged just at his friends being nearby.

“Here buddy,” Hunk said throwing a blanket over top of him. He whined and tried to throw it off of himself. They didn’t want to cover him until they were close to sunrise, knowing that he would be overheated. Keith leaned over and weighed down both sides of the blanket, earning a snarl from Lance.

“Hey! Do you want everyone to see your dick?” He asked annoyed, scowling at the wolf. Lance huffed but didn’t try to remove the blanket again, even though they knew he had to be uncomfortable. His writhing suddenly came to a halt and he relaxed as he began shrinking and losing hair. They watched with relieved eyes as he reverted back to his human form.

“Hey, how you feeling?” Shiro asked brushing his hair out of his face. He could feel that he was soaked with sweat. He looked up at him with bleary eyes and gave him a small smile.

“Better,” he said with a raspy voice. They all let out sighs of relief and stood up from the ground.

“I’ll go get you some clothes,” Keith said looking at the blanket that was covering Lance’s now shivering body.

“You must be starving; you did throw everything up, I’ll get you some food goo,” Hunk said with sympathy taking note of Lance’s pale face.

“I’ll go with him and get some water pouches,” Pidge said nudging Hunk with her arm. She got a smile from Hunk and they turned towards the door.

“Coran and I will get the Castle off this quiznaking planet,” Allura said crossing her arms. Both Alteans nodded at each other as if they were about to destroy the planet for the hurt it brought their paladin.

“I guess I’m on Lance duty,” Shiro said. Lance huffed but didn’t stop him from smoothing his sweaty hair out of his face. Only when everyone was making their way out of the lounge did he perk up.

“Guys?” He called out hoarsely. They turned to him in question.

“Thank you for spending time with me this week and taking care of me,” he said gratefully. They all gave him soft smiles in return.

“Dude, you’re our family you don’t need to thank us for that,” Hunk stated softly. Lance leaned back with a smile as they left. He felt the ship start lifting off shortly after and couldn’t help but give a wide smile. As Shiro’s hand continued to card through his hair, he couldn’t help but be grateful for the people around him. Even though he was billions and billions of light years away from his biological family, he still had the family he made for himself.


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au dump

non-au

he never realises until it’s pointed out to him.

“stop staring at jimin and listen to what i’m saying, hyung!”

“if you think jiminnie looks good then you should probably tell him, don’t just sit there and drool all over yourself.”

"yoongi. why do you have so many pictures of jimin on your phone and none of me?”

"hyung, are you even paying attention?”

“hey.”

jimin leans back in his seat with a sigh and folds his arms over his chest. “yoongi hyung!” he whines, and at that point yoongi stops recording and quickly locks his phone before slipping it into his pocket, smile still on his face.

“of course i was paying attention, jimin,” he says as he picks up his iced mocha, taking a sip whilst jimin watches from across the table with a pout.

“you weren’t though! you were playing with your phone.”

“i was…” so mesmerised by your laugh that i may have whipped out my phone to record it so that i can keep it forever, is what he really should say, but instead he goes for: “just replying to a text from my brother.” he then folds his arms on the table, fiddling with the straw of his iced mocha as he continues. “finish your story then, i wanna know what happened.”

jimin raises his eyebrows as he drinks, eyes wide, and yoongi has to press his lips together to stop himself from laughing as jimin swallows the mouthful of his frappe.

“really?” he says after clearing his throat, “i don’t want to bore you hyung, it’s fine.”

guilt pools in his stomach, smile faltering, when he realises that jimin’s being serious. “i mean it!” he reaches forward to cover jimin’s hand with his. “you’re never boring to me, jiminnie.”

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Half-Italian Iwaizumi headcanons

These were inspired by lovely @aira–elenabarilliart and @latestphase that fueled my secret love for half- “insert not Japanese nationality” Iwa.


- His mom comes from Lombardia, land of incredibly good food and contradictions. She was an Oriental Studies university student that ended up falling in love with the Very Handsome and Exotic™ exchange student, namely Iwa’s dad. They fell in love and, in the end, she decided to follow him back to Japan, where Hajime was born.

- She’s from Milan, but of Bolognese descents. Not the pasta, but as in part of her family comes from Bologna, a city Dante named “la grassa, la dotta, la rossa” (the fat, the savant, the red) for very precise reasons, but what it’s interesting to us it’s the first name, “la grassa”. Why? Because Emilian cooking is rich, hearty, and very very tasty. Of course, Mama Iwaizumi taught his son everything she knows about it. And she knows a lot.

- Since Hajime was a kid, she made sure to have him around whenever she cooked. She started to involve him in the cooking process bit by bit, teaching him how to do pasta, how to do risotto, mixing with him traditional Japanese dishes with typical Italian techniques. Sometimes the results were good, sometimes were not, but they always had fun together. Cooking in time became one of their things.

- Surprisingly, Italian and Japanese culture share a fair amount of similar traits. Respect your elders, value family and work, respect your parents and be grateful for them, so there were never educational conflicts in the Iwaizumi’s household. 

- Also, if not for his slightly darker complexion, Hajime doesn’t look in the slightest like his mom. He’s the younger version of his father for which his mom is really grateful for mainly two reasons: her husband is really really handsome, and her son never had to face any form of discrimination through school. 

- They moved next to the Oikawas soon after Hajime was born, when Oikawa’s mom was in the last stages of her pregnancy. The two mothers soon became friends and bonded over the journey through their maternity, so Hajime and Tooru have known each other since the very first moment.

- Tooru loves Mama Iwaizumi. She made sure to always give him extras to take home with him, whenever she cooked something Italian. Let’s just say Tooru made sure to ask Hajime every day about what his mom was making for dinner.

- Despite what one could expect, Hajime’s favourite dish his Oikawa’s mom agedashi tofu. Mama Iwaizumi still doesn’t know how his son came out like that. Unbelievable.

- Obviously, Hajime had the best bentos while growing up. Sometimes they were very traditional (rice, vegetables, chicken), but other times - other glorious times, Makki would add once in high-school while seeing Iwa’s lunch -  it was full Italian leftovers power. His mom would tell him to take his “schiscetta” (literally, lunch made of leftovers in dialect). Lasagna, pasta al ragù, risotto allo zafferano, torte salate, whatever was left from the previous dinner was his. 

- Once, he took all the leftovers at school and shared with Oikawa, Makki and Mattsun. Mattsun brushed away a tear of happiness at the sight of tutto quel bendiddio. (Yes, Hajime taught them some Italian expression like this one).

This is becoming really long, so I decided to put a “read more” and let you enjoy the rest like this.

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queenoflightnings  asked:

"Okay, fine, maybe we are friends." Marichat or Chloe and Nath, pleaaase.

“Okay, fine, maybe we are friends,” Chloe admitted as Nathaniel slid another foil out of her hair. 

“I would hope so at this point.” He tossed another purple streaked foil in the trash can. “Although I’m still surprised I’m the one you called to help with this. Surely Sabrina would’ve been willing.”

“Of course she would have but Sabrina doesn’t know anything about hair color.”

“And I do?”

“Please, Kurtzberg, you may be a natural redhead but not that hue.”

He flushed as he continued to free her hair of the foils. “I may help it along a little.”

“And I didn’t want to go to a salon because what if it doesn’t look good? No one can see me with bad hair.”

“It doesn’t look all that great right now,” Nathaniel chuckled, wiping his gloved hands on a towel. “You’re kind of rocking a wet dog look right now.”

Chloe’s eyes narrowed as she stared at Nathaniel’s reflection. “Watch it, Red.”

“Ready to rinse?” he asked, trying not to laugh.

“I guess. If you make my hair fall out, I will kill you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He led her to the massive bathtub. “Here, I put the towel on the side so it doesn’t hurt your elbows too much when you’re leaning over.”

“Thanks.” Chloe got down on her knees and hung her head over the bathtub. She waited for the water to start but nothing happened. “What’s taking so long?”

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Let’s promise each other something: because darling, oh darling. I know you want to press pause on the movie that is your life, because I do, I do. And I know you sometimes get so tired of carrying the weight of the world on those slim shoulders. I know you look into the mirror and see plain features and feel roaring waves of inadequacy, I know, I know.

I know you’ve got a little voice whispering inside of you you’ll never be good enough. I know you try to protect yourself, to shield yourself to not care because you fear the heartbreak that comes with caring to much but doing this makes you put yourself on the sidelines, makes people stop inviting you and I know, God, I know how much this hurts.

So let’s promise each other something: whenever this happens, this little voice trying so hard to protect us and only winding up hurting us: let’s promise each other to cry a little, to cry a lot. To take a shower, to listen to music and really, truly listen, think about nothing else. To write about wanting to give up but to keep on going, to eat something healthy too, even if we eat up a whole pack of potato chips or chocolate cookies, to grant ourselves this small reprieve instead of hating ourselves afterwards for the way we can pinch our belly between skinny fingers.

Listen to me, please, let’s promise each other to take a walk, to walk past a bridge or a body of water, to admire the darkness but remember the coldness and to keep on going. Remember that stranger that smiled, the one that helped you reach a high shelve, that picked up some change and gave it back, to remember the bus driver that waited on that busy intersection to let you get on, to remember all those little kindnesses from strangers you’ll never forget and to remember that we, too, have got so many little kindnesses to give and that there must be a stranger out there somewhere that remembers these plain features, these brown eyes and not so white teeth.

Let’s promise each other, that, please, please, but let’s also promise each other to sometimes let go and cry and to look after ourselves. Let’s remember that being kind and nice and good does not mean letting people walk over ourselves. And let’s define ourselves: if we like to be alone, sometimes, if we like to close the curtains against the world and drown in music and song, why be jealous of that one friend that is always talking to someone if the mere idea of holding more than three conversations is exhausting. If you love that girl everyone else seems to find annoying, hold steady to it, say “I like her and I like you and is there a problem?” because nothing will feel worse, and of this I am so absolutely certain, nothing will feel worse than betraying yourself.
Darling please, let’s promise each other, that on those lowest moments, on those darkest nights, when we feel like no one will love us ever, we’ll think of our achievements, even if they were something that feels so small and insignificant, like eating one cookie less or getting out of bed, if we were proud of them they matter and so do we. So do we.

And let’s promise each other we’ll think of our families, or about the friends we’ve had and that even though it always felt like we were the second choice, we were a choice, so they wanted us in their lives. Let’s think of the stranger we once helped, and think that maybe they remember us. Let’s think of the things that we love, and let’s think about the fact that the CO2 we expel from our lungs feed plants and bacteria and that we matter. That we have done some good in this world and that hopefully we’ll be able to do some more. That everything will be all right someday as long as we keep going.
Darling, let’s promise each other, that though we are strangers that may have never met, I’ll love you and you’ll love me, and we’ll think about each other sometimes, because we understand each other so perfectly, because I know that voice in your head as well as you know the ache in my bones and the tiredness of my eyelids, and we’ll keep on existing and breathing and loving and not giving up no matter how many times our heart breaks because we know they are not alone in breaking and so maybe, just maybe, they will not be alone in healing either because we will have each other to think of, to remember and to smile through the tears together.

OK people keep pointing this out and honestly it’s so true?

When Keith is leaving this is Pidge’s reaction, she’s visibly sad and you can tell she’s obviously going to miss him

And Allura is sad too, but she seems more proud of Keith because he’s going off to do what he wants to do

But then there’s Lance?? 

I don’t even know what he’s really feeling tbh, he just looks like he’s trying so hard to hold something back, like he’s pretending to be OK when he really isn’t. And I don’t think they focused in on his reaction for no reason (especially when they could have showed Hunk, Coran, or even Shiro again) this obviously means something. 

Considering his “Yeah, who am I going to make fun of?” Came after Pidge’s “We’re really going to miss you.” It’s pretty obvious he’s going to miss Keith…But just for making fun of him? That seems a bit empty and he’s most likely not saying everything he feels, because you know, this is Lance. He hides his true emotions underneath his confidence and charm, even though he has more insecurities/problems than anyone else out there. Every once in a while though they do slip out, and I think it almost did here but he was doing his best to hold it back for the sake of the team. 

So honestly…I wonder how he was really feeling in this moment to see Keith go… 

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laila attempts to come out as bi(sexual), but her mom hears bai.

Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir)

Title: Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir)
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel, Adrien/Ladybug
Rating: Teen
Notes: mentions of sex


“Adrien, your photoshoot has been moved.” Gabriel pushes open the door to his son’s bedroom, eyes scanning the tablet in front of him. “Nathalie will send you your new schedule for—”

His gaze flickers up, locking on the blonde sitting on the edge of his bed as well as the red- and black-spotted heroine crouched in front of him. Her hands on his knees, spreading his legs wide, face mere inches from his crotch, her blue eyes are wide with fright. A bright red has stained Adrien’s face, from the tops of his ears to the nape of his neck. Neither make an effort to correct their precarious positions.

There’s a stillness that follows his arrival, and all occupants freeze as they realize the predicament they’ve found themselves in. Gabriel’s mouth drops open, questions he’s not sure he even wants answers to on the tip of his tongue, but he still feels the need to ask.

“Adrien,” he begins, “Why is there a superhero in your room?”

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Keith Kogan: A Portrayal of Homosexuality Done Right

I always tell people that Voltron is a lot more clever than it gets credit for. It can spin a cliche/trope on it’s head beautifully, and while all the characters are easily digestible archetypes (i.e: the nerd, the loner), the creators add layers to them that not only make them feel like real people, but also makes social commentary on those very archetypes.

In no better way do they do this than with the character of Keith.

Before I get into how and why Keith deviates from you’re typical gay male protagonist, I want to establish as a fact that Keith is homosexual.

If you don’t see - what I consider to be - blatant evidence that Keith’s gay, well, I can’t say I blame you. Most people have ingrained heteronormative lenses, meaning they’ll miss the subtext of homosexual characters. Us in the LGBT community are much more attuned to seeing these because, well, for one, we’re queer, and two, because up until around the 1960s, the portrayal of gay characters in the media was illegal and could only be shown subtextually.

So it makes sense that people overlook the very nuanced portrayal of Keith’s sexuality, but if you’re willing to take off those lenses, it’s certainly there.

The first standout appearance of this is in season 1 episode 6: Taking Flight. Or as I like to call it, the day the shows name officially changed to Gaytron: Legendary Homosexuals

I think one of the disconnects for some viewers is that they don’t completely grasp the saying, “Show don’t tell,” the mantra of pretty much every writer. Not always, but typically, showing is better than telling. Or more accurately, telling needs to be used at the correct times and for the right reasons.

So how do they show us that Keith’s gay in this episode? Through three things, body language, actions, and juxtaposition.

You don’t have to be a body language specialist to understand the clear meaning behind Keith’s posture. Leaning, looking someone up and down, and a small, lingering smile/smirk are all subconscious signs of attraction. They’re also common ways of depicting male attraction in the media.

Speaking of depicting male attraction, lets look at how Lance’s flirts in the same episode.

Leaning. Check. Lingering smile. Check. Engaged eye contact. Check. The biggest difference is how blatant they are in their intentions, but that comes down to pure character difference. Keith is self assured and more genuinely confident. He also has a lot of walls up and isn’t so open. While Lance puts on a show/over compensates so that he might appear cool. You can also see this in their respective ‘I’m-checking-you-out’ postures. Lance’s body is open, he’s engaged and his eyes are on Nyma’s eyes. While Keith’s posture is interested, but more in an appreciative way. His body is closed off, and instead of looking Rolo in the eyes, he looks at his - um - physique. This is really fitting for Keith’s character, who again, has walls, and who also puts this mission first, and most likely has no intention of letting this attraction lead to anything other than having a nice piece of eye candy around for a couple of hours.

This is textbook juxtaposition. So moving along now.

I don’t want this to be a shippy post, so I won’t add all the times I think Keith shows attraction towards Lance, but I do want to mention this scene.

The use of the rainbow(the most recognizable symbol in the gay community) over lapping the bi flag colors is relevant for the same reason why the use of purple to symbolize the Galra is relevant. Purple represents royalty, imperialism, but also gloom and danger. The use of these colors and symbols are conscious choices.

While the above scene shows that Keith is attracted to men, this scene shows that Keith is also not attracted to woman.

What I love about this scene is that it’s such a cliche, and like I said up above, Voltron is good at turning those on their head. Here they utilize the tiered and true trope of accidentally falling into each others arms. If this was a hetero-centric Romcom than this moment would’ve been obviously meant to establish attraction, but instead, it does the opposite. Rather Keith personally likes Allura or not, she’s a knock out. So, if he’s attracted to women at all, and isn’t use to having that contact- which hes not - he should be at least somewhat shocked/flustered. If it had been an attractive guy that fell into Keith’s arms, I have no doubt that his reactions would be something beyond that blank stare. Considering he literally gasps every time Lance touches him

The last piece of “evidence” I want to show isn’t as blatant and may just be my perspective, but it’s worth mentioning.

The themes of Keith’s Galra arc are very reminiscent to coming out. He’s discovering parts of himself. He’s internalizing and hiding away said parts. He’s scared of what the people he cares about will think of him when they find out. If this is intentional, it’s brilliant, because while Voltron is set in a futurist world where sexuality is supposedly not an Issue, it still is for the youth of today. Meaning by having these similar themes, Keith becomes more relatable to LGBT people.

This is the part where, if you still don’t think Keith’s gay, I’ll have to calmly yet firmly ask you to get off my fucking lawn. For the rest of you, onward to victory!!!

LGBT individuals have a history of being badly represented in the media, especially now that gay characters have become a marketing strategy for a more progressive consumer base. Their whole character is often reduced to stereotypes or used as a giant walking gay pride flag that reads: look at us, we’re hip and with the times. Meaning, the majority of these characters plots and personalities are based solely on their sexuality. Which is a problem, because not only does it not help to normalize homosexuality, but it’s just not relatable to LGBT people.

I’ll give you an example. My mom’s a lesbian. She married to a woman and has two daughters, one who is trans and one who is bi. But despite how “gay"her life may seem, she very rarely describes herself as that way. She’s not active in LGBT issues. She doesn’t involve herself in the community. Shes not lesbian first and everything else afterward, and she is certainly not alone in that experience. Don’t get me wrong, LGBT individuals are more aware of their sexuality than cishet people, but it’s typically only because others point it out and remind us that its not "normal.” Still, for a lot of LGBT people, our sexuality is just one part of our personal narrative, not the whole damn book.

Another problem with LGBT representations is that their often just built off of stereotypes. Gay men are feminized and their sexuality is typically made the butt of a joke. They are shown as being promiscuous and having commitment issues. These are the standards.

But Keith abolishes all of those, and in such a seamless way too.

While Keith’s character is in no way excessively macho, he’s certainly not feminine either. He doesn’t mind getting sweaty. He’s temperamental and has anger issue. He lived a pretty low maintenance life in a desert shack, sleeps in his jeans like a heathen, and probably uses a dagger to peel oranges. Keith is a masculine character. He’s confident and self assured, but not vain. He’s emotional, but in a very private way. Whereas many other portrayal of gay men depict them as almost theatrically sensitive, confident, but only in their sexual prowess, and self absorbed, but only when it come to their looks and not when it comes to their skills.

This is already an impressive deviation, but what really makes Keith’s portrayal stand out is the way his sexuality is but a mere footnote in what makes his character his character, and how that fits into his personality and story arc so well.

The first thing you have to realize about Keith is that, while he certainly wants to connect with people, it’s not his number one priority. He has barriers. He fears rejection, and despite wanting to feel as if he belongs, its not hard to see how Keith has been conditioned to assume he’ll inevitability be left behind, and therefore places personal relationships low on his list of priorities. Meaning, yes, he was checking out Rolo, and yes, I believe that he’s very very fond of Lance, but I can’t imagine that Keith really sees these relationships becoming something substantial or romantic, and thus doesn’t put too much effort into perusing them. You can really tell what’s important to a character by what they focus their time on. Take Lance for instance, he’s a character who blatantly cares about friendships and has no problem openly flirting. That’s not to say Lance doesn’t care about the war, just like Keith’s reluctance to pursue meaningful bonds doesn’t mean he doesn’t want them. It just means that relationships and love obviously mean a lot to Lance.

So what does Keith focus on? Well, he shows the most focus on relationships in season one, when the connections he had with his makeshift family was the post pressing thing going on. (You cant really form Voltron if you don’t connect with the other members) But after season one, with all the changes Keith goes through, we see a big shift in his priorities. First he finds out about his heritage, then Shiro disappears and he is thrust into leadership, and then most recently, he joins the Blade.

By framing Keith’s character like this, it allows the creators to make his sexuality natural and relatable in a very interesting way. Because as LGBT people know, our sexuality isn’t the most important part of our lives. Just like Keith, we have more to focus on.

That’s not to say that his sexuality will never be shown explicitly. Like I said, I don’t want to get too shippy, but I truly believe that Laith is endgame. So if and when that happens, his sexuality will naturally come into play. Sadly, their will be a lot of people who call it forced because they missed the subtext and are use to seeing gay characters depicted more as spectacles than real people.

Voltron has really done something special here. They’ve create a universe where sexuality isn’t an issue, and they make it believable by never bringing it up outside of naturally occurring, unforced, appropriate context. Even better, because the Voltron universe is so vastly different than our own, it would’ve been easy to make LGBT characters that we couldn’t relate to, but they don’t. They manage this so well that I honestly can’t phantom Keith’s sexuality being anything but homosexual despite the fact it’s never been explicitly shown.

But most importantly, they’re creating a higher standard for LGBT representation. They are normalizing it on a show aimed towards children who are heavily influenced by the media they consume.


That, my friends, is worth applauding.

Peridot, Lapis and The Land Where Nothing Grows

So yeah. Stevenbomb 8 was about breaking up and grieving. I think Peridot’s feelings regarding her relationship with Lapis, her grieving and her way of dealing with both of those things were explained to us in one of the most beautiful metaphors  she show has used yet: Back to the kindergarden. 

I think that last piece of dialogue at the end of the episode actually reflect Lapis and Peridot’s relationship, as well as the posibility for both of them to move on. Here’s what I mean:

I. RELATIONSHIP: “I was a fool to think we could reinstitute life there”

“Guess the country side here is really beautiful…but who cares?! I wanted to have this for the kindergarden!”

Lapis, as we know, is a deeply damaged individual. She has never actually confronted her traumas, never dealt with her feelings and so we have her circling back to defense mechanisms whenever something slightly threatening shows. Her first instint is to fly the fuck away and never be seen or heard of again because if they can’t find you, they can’t hurt you, throw you to war or trap you in a fusion or a mirror. She has “safe” tattooed on her brain, and while none of these things make her a bad person™, they do make her someone who should seek out help before making harsh decissions. 

Peridot, on the other hand, is shown to have gone above and beyond- not neccessarily a good thing- to make Lapis happy, to make her feel safe, to provide that bubble-like environment that would give her security and would make sure that nothig bad or threatening ever, ever, EVER, touched her again. She found more artistic outlets as substitutes for her creative, curious mind. She stayed away from CG business (mostly), and instead gardened and grew a wall of crops. She made everything domestic, soft and quiet. In her never ending fear (bc Peridot is shown to be fucking frightened of inconveniencing Lapis) of disturbing Lapis in anyway, Peridot behaved like and enabler, lost herself in the bubble that did nothing to prevent Lapis from losing herself as well. 

Lapis and Peridot’s relationship is the land where nothing grows. Is the product of hiding from yourself, running from your issues, numbing your emotions, being afraid of the other. Nothing good can grow there, nothing will bloom in a foundation that lacks equality, communication and trust. 

The moment Peridot gets emotional, Lapis invalidates her. The moment she starts being anything other than the goofy, soft and slightly quirky gem and shows herself as a complex individual with worry, fears and irrational attatchments, Lapis can’t deal, so she snaps. And Peridot doesn’t know how not to be  an enabler either. This was doomed to fail but still they tried. Peridot tried, Lapis too, in her own way, and damn, it still ended.  

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II. GRIEF: “once you messed something up, it’s ruined for good and nothing will be able to grow again!”

This one’s pretty self explanatory: Is the classical post- breakup hopelessness. If you failed so bad at something you loved so much, then obviously nothing’s going to work out for you ever gain. Ever. You’re a ruiner so stick it, sucks to be you. 

III. ACCEPTANCE: Even if there was nothing we could do for that one patch of land, there’s still a whole earth blooming all around us!” 

The stages of grieving are well known, and Peridot is just inmerse in her process to actually see a light out, so is Steven the one in charge of exposition this time. 

The key here is “nothing we could have done for that specific patch of land”. So yeah, relationships don’t always work out. Sometimes, regardless of how much love you put in there, how much work and sweat, nothing grows. And that’s ok .

Some people are adequate for you, some aren’t. The same goes for you: It may be not work out due to compatibility issues, or maybe even you weren’t what they needed at a given time, like Peridot and Lapis. I’m sure they loved eachother, but they just weren’t adequate for each other at the moment. Doesn’t mean that any of them are doomed to solitude or damaged beyond repair, it just mean you couldn’t grow something with that specific person, in that particular patch of land. 

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IV. She’ll survive: “why don’t we try gardening in literally any other place? it’ll be easier than trying in the kindergarden…that dirt doesn’t care how green your thumb is.” 

The clousure of the metaphor is a message of hope: You just invested in one of the lands you could have never helped. That friend or partner that no matter how hard we tried, we could never get them out that hole. Peridot could have never heal Lapis single-handedly, Lapis had to actually want help first. Enabling her tendency to bury emotions was not going to help her. Without communication, without Lapis input and drive to get better, to deal with herself, Peridot could have folded herself in a million ways, and still would not have been able to safe her. 

I’m not saying Lapis is bad, I’m saying her relationship with Peridot wasn’t healthy for either of them. The narrative is saying break ups suck, but are sometimes inevitable. They are not foretelling your whole affective life, they’re not dooming you to loneliness, they’re just a painful but neccessary part of life, and maybe your green thumb did not work for that soil, but hey, it doesn’t mean is useless or broken, we should just garden somewhere else. 

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BTS replaced you. - pt.2

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Originally posted by fairybcby

After the conversation we shared I muted the conversation, there was nothing I wanted to hear anymore and nothing I wanted to do but sleep. I was curious of what they had to say, if anything at all but at the same time I didn’t want to know because they probably don’t think it’s a big deal they’ve missed my birthday three years in a row. I sat at my dining room table, staring at the candlelit cake in front of me. It was their favourite, strawberry flavour and just looking at it reminded me of them and how they won’t be here again to share this too large cake for one with me.

For so long I believed that we were best friends, that we were inseparable and nothing or no one could come between the friendship we shared because we had been through so much with one another. But I was wrong. They let her get between us. I don’t want to be a selfish brat that I’m seeming to be, but they just forgot me so easily after spending a week with her, wouldn’t that hurt you? They used to be the first people to say happy birthday to me, even if they were away they’d never forget to FaceTime me at 12am - but this year, even though we were supposed to celebrate, they didn’t call at 12, they didn’t send me a text. Because they forgot, and they left me waiting for them like a fool standing outside the restaurant in the winter cold holding my own birthday cake. They promised. They promised that they were going to celebrate with me this year for sure, they even made sure they had no schedule clashes today so that we could celebrate, but just like that they forgot and I was replaced with someone new, someone better.

People looked at me funny, people who walked into the restaurant, had their meal and came back out to see me still standing there alone - they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. ‘That girl must’ve got stood up’ must be what they were all thinking. Yeah I was stood up by my seven best friends. The entire week they’ve been hanging out, the entire week they’ve dismissed me. ‘If it was important we would have remembered’ ‘Clearly wasn’t all that important’, that hurt to say the least, it only told me how much I didn’t mean to them, making it clear to me that they don’t need me in their lives anymore because they have someone new, someone that let’s them have the personal space that they needed and I understood now. I was only ever thinking of myself and what I wanted. Maybe they didn’t forget, maybe this was their way to tell me that our friendship is over. 

I blew out the candle without making a wish, wishes don’t come true. I’ve wished for the same thing the last two years and each following year I end up getting disappointed. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, eyes slightly wet from crying. But a few hours later, I heard my phone ring; I picked up without even checking the caller ID. 

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There’s a Ball?

So, this was a prompt. I have included the ask at the very end this time because I don’t want to give away the spoiler! Another one that was slightly longer than expected. Oh well. 

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            “Did you hear?” A boy whispered in delight, voice echoing around the now silent corridor. Draco rolled his eyes heavily. What was with immature people being obsessed with gossip? One would think that there would be better things to talk about than mindless shite.

             “Harry Potter is coming back for the Remembrance Ball next month!”

               Draco froze as he fought the urge to demand the boy to spill his sources. It wouldn’t do well to bring himself attention, especially about Potter.

               Excited whispers broke out as they all waited for Slughorn to open his door for class.

               “Where did you hear that?” Smith asked doubtfully. “Someone else brought up Potter at the beginning of the year but it turned out to be false.”

               For once, Draco was rather grateful for the Hufflepuff’s insight. He just hoped that it wouldn’t be a recurring thing.

               “I overheard McGonagall telling Flitwick about it when I was passing by the staffroom.”

               Draco furrowed his brows. If Potter was stopping by for a visit, Granger or Weasley would have acted like it, wouldn’t they? He shot a look towards Granger, who had a book on Modern Goat Conspiracy Theories compared to Anciently Deceased Theories open in one hand and their Potion’s book in the other. Surely, she couldn’t be reading both, right? Weasley had his head resting on Granger’s shoulder and appeared to be asleep. His mouth was open and Draco was pretty sure he saw drool.

               The clang of the door opening had Draco putting this behind him. It was no doubt just gossip.

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               “If Potter is coming back for the ball, who do you think will be his date?” Abbott asked as Draco sighed heavily, a few seats away from her in History of Magic.

               “Who says he has to have a date?” Macmillan asked with a scoff. “I’m going stag and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

               Finch-Fletchley snorted loudly. “You’re going stag because everyone you asked turned you down.”

               Draco was incredibly sick of everyone talking about Potter. This was getting out of hand. What was with everyone being obsessed with the savior? Merlin, there had to be better things to talk about.

               “That’s because he is blind to Abbott’s desperate pining after him.” Draco snarked, not bothering to turn around. He was just fed up with the whole conversation.

               There was a stunned silence that filled the room. Macmillan sounded as if he was choking on his own tongue and that was certainly the highlight to Draco’s day.

               “Is—Is Malfoy telling the truth?” Macmillan whispered, sounding awed. As if he hadn’t noticed that the girl had been in love with him for seven years.

               “I—umm.”

              Draco spared a miniscule moment of guilt as the girl sounded positively miserable. But it was for the best. He knew how this would end. And really, what was a little pain as long as it ended in happiness? Well, if they actually lasted as a couple that is. As a realist, he predicted those two would break up after one or two children.

               “Would you like to go to the ball with me?” Macmillan’s tone was scared, which had Draco rolling his eyes.

               “Yes!” Abbott squeaked out far louder than was necessary, causing Draco to nod approvingly.

               And if a small smile also escaped, well, no one had to know.

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If You’re Too Busy For These 5 Things: Your Life Is More Off-Course Than You Think

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Despite turbulence and other conditions keeping airplanes off-course 90 percent of flight time, most flights arrive in the correct destination at the intended time.

The reason for this phenomenon is quite simple — through air traffic control and the inertial guidance system, pilots are constantly course correcting. When immediately addressed, these course corrections are not hard to manage. When these course corrections don’t regularly happen, catastrophe can result.
For example, in 1979, a passenger jet with 257 people on board left New Zealand for a sight seeing flight to Antarctica and back. However, the pilots were unaware that someone had altered the flight coordinates by a measly two degrees, putting them 28 miles east of where they assumed to be.

Approaching Antarctica, the pilots descended to give the passengers a view of the brilliant landscapes. Sadly, the incorrect coordinates had placed them directly in the path of the active volcano, Mount Erebus.

The snow on the volcano blended with the clouds above, deceiving the pilots into thinking they were flying above flat ground. When the instruments sounded a warning of the quickly rising ground, it was too late. The plane crashed into the volcano killing everyone on board.

An error of only a few degrees brought about an enormous tragedy.

Small things — if not corrected — become big things, always.

This flight is an analogy of our lives. Even seemingly inconsequential aspects of our lives can create ripples and waves of consequence — for better or worse.

How are you piloting your life?

What feedback are you receiving to correct your course?

How often do you check your guidance system? Do you even have a guidance system?

Where is your destination?

When are you going to get there?

Are you currently off-course? How long have you been off-course?

How would you know if you are on the right course?

How can you minimize the turbulence and other conditions distracting your path?



1. Organizing Your Life

I don’t think I’m alone in being slightly scattered and sloppy about certain areas of my life.

Life is busy.

It’s hard to keep everything organized and tidy. And maybe you don’t want to have an organized life. But moving forward will require far less energy if you remove the excessive baggage and tension. Everything in your life is energy. If you’re carrying too much — physical or emotional — your progress will be hampered.

In his book, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, Stephen Covey explains that some things are important, and some things are urgent. Most people spend their life prioritizing urgent and “shallow” activity (e.g., answering emails, putting out proverbial fires, and just day-to-day stuff).

Very few people have organized their lives to prioritize almost exclusively important and “deep” activity (e.g., learning, health, relationships, travel, and goals).

No one cares about your success more than you do. If you’re not a meticulous accountant about the important details of your life, then you aren’t responsible enough to have what you say you want.



So how do you organize your life?

Environmental Energy

  • Is your living space cluttered and messy or simple and neat?
  • Do you keep stuff (like clothes) you no longer use?
  • If you have a car, is it clean or just another place to keep your clutter and garbage?
  • Does your environment facilitate the emotions you consistently want to experience?
  • Does your environment drain or improve your energy?



Financial Energy

  • Do you have unnecessary debt?
  • Do you know how many dollars you spend each month?
  • Do you know how many dollars you make each month?
  • Are you making as much money as you’d like to be?
  • What’s holding you back from creating more value in other people’s lives?
  • Most people don’t track their expenses. But if they did, they’d be shocked how much money they waste on stuff like eating out.
  • I’ll be honest, as a creative and right-brained person, administrative and logistical details bog me down. I procrastinate and avoid them. But this lackluster behavior is holding me back from the very goals I’m trying to accomplish.
  • Until I can hone in on my finances, I won’t have a healthier financial life, regardless of my income. Until I take complete responsibility of my finances, I’ll always be a slave to money.
  • And so will you.


Relational Energy

  • Are your relationships the most meaningful and enjoyable part of your life?
  • Do you spend enough time nurturing the relationships that really matter?
  • Do you maintain toxic relationships that no longer serve you?
  • Are you authentic and honest in your relationships?
  • Like money, most people’s relationships are not organized in a conscious manner. But with something so critical, we should take better stock of our relationships.


Health Energy

  • Do you eat with the end in mind?
  • Are you conscious of and in control of the foods you put in your body?
  • Does the food you eat improve or worsen the other areas of your life?
  • Does your body reflect your highest ideals?
  • Is your body as strong and fit as you want it to be?
  • Are you healthier now than you were three months ago?
  • Health is wealth. If you’re bed ridden, who cares how organized the other areas of your life are? It’s so easy to put our health on the side, such as foregoing sleep, over consuming stimulants, and making poor eating habits.
  • Little things become big things. And eventually everything catches up.


Spiritual Energy

  • Do you have a sense of purpose in life?
  • Have you come to terms with life and death in a way you resonate with?
  • How much power do you have in designing your future?
  • Death, it turns out, is not your greatest fear. Actually, your greatest fear is reaching death and having never truly lived.
  • When you organize your spiritual life, you become clear on what your life is about. You become clear on what you stand for, and how you want to spend each day. You develop conviction for what really matters to you, and what is a “distraction.”
  • No matter how well defined, everyone has a moral system governing their behavior. Most people believe in being honest and good people. But until you organize your spiritual life, you’ll experience internal conflict when acting contrary to your values and vision.


Time

  • How much of your time do you feel in complete control of?
  • Is your time being wasted on things you don’t intrinsically enjoy?
  • Are the activities you spend your time doing moving you toward your ideal future?
  • Are you spending most of your time furthering your own agenda or someone else’s?
  • What activities should you remove from your life?
  • How much time do you waste each day?
  • What would your ideal day look like?
  • What activities could you outsource or automate that take up your time?
  • Until you organize your time, it will disappear and move quickly. Before you know it, you’ll wonder where all the time went.
  • Once you organize your time, it will slow down. You’ll be able to live more presently. You’ll be able to experience time as you want to. You’ll control your time rather than the other way around.


Stop What You’re Doing and Get Organized

Getting organized and conscious of your present circumstances (e.g., your environment, finances, relationships, purpose, and time) puts you in a position to build toward the future you want.

The fastest way to move forward in life is not doing more. It starts with stopping the behaviors holding you back.

If you want to get in shape, you’ll make more progress by stopping your negative behaviors than starting good ones. So, before you start exercising, purge the junk food from your diet. Until you stop the damage, you’ll always be taking one step forward and one step backward.

Before you focus on making more money, reduce your spending. Detach yourself from needing more and become content with what you have. Until you do this, it doesn’t matter how much money you make. You’ll always spend what you have (or more).

This is a matter of stewardship. Rather than wanting more, more, more , it’s key to take proper care of what you currently have. Organize yourself. Dial it in. Your life is a garden. What good is planting if you don’t prepare the soil and remove the weeds?

Why do most people stay stuck? They never organize. They try adding more, or being more productive, or taking a different approach. So before you “hustle,” get organized.



2. Plan And Invest In Your Future


“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.” — Chinese Proverb


Taking these foundational areas of life and organizing them is essential to creating your ideal future.

Very few people consciously plan and design their life. It’s actually startling how few Americans are investing in their future. Most Millennials are terrified of the stock market and long-term investing. Most Baby Boomers never developed the discipline to invest, but instead maintained an addiction to American consumption.

Even still, you have complete power over the details of your life the moment you decide you’re worthy of that power. That decision is manifest in tangible behaviors, like fixing or removing troubled relationships and saying “no” to activities that are nothing more than a waste of your time.

You get to decide right now.

“If you fail to plan, you are planning to fail!” — Benjamin Franklin

Your vision should be based on your why, not so much your what.

Your why is your reason, your what is how that is manifest. And your “what” can happen in a ton of different ways. For example, my why is to help people get clarity on the life they want to live, and to help them achieve their goals as quickly as possible. My what could be blogging, parenting, being a student, going out to dinner, and several other things.

Too many people think creating a vision is about nailing down exactly what they want in the next 20 years. The problem with this mega long-term approach to goal setting is that it actually slows your potential.

Instead of having a pre-set plan of what he wants to do, Tim Ferriss executes on 3–6 month experiments that he’s currently excited about. He told Darren Hardy in an interview that he has no clue what the outcome of his experiments might be. So there’s no point in making long-term plans. He has no clue what doors will open up, and he wants to be open to the best possibilities.

But his why doesn’t change.

When you are proactively creating and collaborating with many different people, the whole becomes different and better than the sum of its parts. This is why you can’t plan for everything. Because at the highest level, you’ve transcended your need to have things exactly how you want them. You know that with the help of other people, you can do things 10X, 100X, or 1,000X bigger and better than you could ever conceive on your own.

Rather than expecting a particular outcome, you are completely confident that the best outcome will ensue. This is how you create and contribute beyond anything you could ever comprehend. Collaboration and synergy lead to new innovations and ultimately, human evolution. It’s how the old and outdated rules are redefined and replaced with new and better ones, thus changing the global environment.

Invest in Your Future

When you choose to forego momentary gratification in order to have an enhanced future, you are investing in your future. Most people fail to do this successfully.

Most people don’t purposefully invest in their finances, relationships, health, and time. But when you invest in yourself (and your future),you ensure your future present moments will continue to get richer and more enjoyable.

Thus, your life will continue getting better and more in line with your ideal vision.



3. Tracking Important Metrics


“When performance is measured, performance improves. When performance is measured and reported, the rate of improvement accelerates. ”

— Thomas Monson


Getting organized and investing in your future are futile if you’re not tracking. In regards to the most important areas of your life, you need to be on top of what’s going on.

Tracking is difficult. If you’ve tried it before, chances are, you quit within a few days.

Research has repeatedly found that when behavior is tracked and evaluated, it improves drastically.

If you’re not tracking the key areas of your life, than you’re probably more off-course than you think. If you were to be honest with yourself, you’d be stunned how out-of-control things have become. As J.M. Barrie, author of Peter Pan, has said:

“The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.”

The cool part is, once you get organized, make a plan, and start tracking, desired change happens quickly.

Track the things that are closely related to your core priorities. As Jim Collins said in Good to Great, 

“If you have more than three priorities you have none.”

Your priorities reflect your why, and thus, your life should be build around your priorities. Not the other way around. Consequently, if you’re serious about improving upon the foundation of your life, track your priorities. 

For example:

Your key relationships

Your finances

Self improvement (such as health or how you use your time)

You can track whatever priorities you have. But I can absolutely promise you that once you do, your conscious awareness of these things will increase. You’re ability to control these things will enhance. Your confidence will wax strong. And your life will become simpler.

You’ll be living a simple, yet organized and refined life. You’ll be responsible, which put another way is freedom.



4. Prayer and Meditation To Reduce Noise

“I have so much to do today that I’m going to need to spend three hours in prayer in order to be able to get it all done.” — Martin Luther

There’s a lot of emphasis on hustle these days.

Hustle, hustle, hustle.

But all the hustle in the wrong direction isn’t going to help you. Yes, by hustling you can fail often, fail fast, and fail forward. However, as Thomas Merton has said:

“People may spend their whole lives climbing the ladder of success only to find, once they reach the top, that the ladder is leaning against the wrong wall.”

This happens way too often. We get caught in the thick of thin things. Far too late do we realize that in our mad rush, we were pursuing someone else’s goals instead of our own.

But spending a large chuck of time in prayer and/or meditation does more than provide clarity to what you’re doing. These things open your mind up to possibilities you can’t get while busy.

For example, a few days ago I spent the entire morning praying, thinking deeply, listening to inspirational music, and writing in my journal. A few hours into this process, an idea came to me that is absolute gold.

I also got insights regarding important relationships during that time, which when those insights came in, I immediately sent out emails or texts to those people. Amazing collaborations and mentorships were the resultant outcome.

But there’s more.

Your thoughts are incredibly powerful. They actually govern not only you but those around you. Think about it, if you think positively about the people you’re around, their lives are better. This is why people “send positive energy” or pray for other people. It actually makes a difference.

Your thoughts create endless ripples — even waves — of consequence all around you.

While praying and/or meditating for a large portion of time, the level of your thoughts will elevate. And interesting things will begin happening. If you’re uncomfortable with the idea of miracles, you can think of it as luck.

Whatever you call it, when you spend large portions of time every day in deep reflection mode, luck strikes. Stuff happens that is completely outside of your control for your benefit.

For instance, during my deep dive into my mind and soul, one of my favorite authors came across my blog. He re-tweeted one of my articles and reached out to me. Now we’re friends. We’ve spent lots of time together. He’s helped me get a book contract. He’s even had me speak at one of his events!

If you’re skeptical of these ideas. Give it a try. Why do you think the majority of the world’s most successful have rituals such as these? There is a higher realm you can tap into that unlocks limitless possibilities.

The only thing holding you back from those things is your mind.



5. Move Toward Your Goals Every Single Day

How many days go by where you did nothing to move toward your big goals?

Probably too many.

Life is busy.

If you don’t purposefully carve time out every day to progress and improve, then without question, your time will get lost in the vacuum of our increasingly crowded lives. Before you know it, you’ll be old and withered, wondering where all that time went.

As Harold Hill has said: 

“You pile up enough tomorrows, and you’ll find you are left with nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays.”

After you’ve gotten yourself organized, made plans, started tracking, and gotten into the habit of prayer/meditation, taking action and hustling will be automatic. You’ll be focused on the right thing and in the right frame of mind to actually execute.

Its good practice to do these kind of things at the beginning of your day before your will power depletes.

If you don’t, it simply will not get done. By the end of your day, you’ll be exhausted. You’ll be fried. There will be a million reasons to just start tomorrow. And you will start tomorrow — which is never.

So your mantra becomes: 

The worst comes first. Do that thing you’ve been needing to do. Then do it again tomorrow.

If you take just one step toward your big goals every day, you’ll realize those goals weren’t really far away.



Conclusion

It’s really easy to get off course in life. Like airplanes, we constantly need to make course corrections.

But we can ensure we get where we want in life by organizing ourselves, planning for our future, tracking our progress, heightening our mindset, and hustling.

Do this long enough and you’ll be shocked.

Go!