I like having fun. I do. But maybe you think that the guy who did what he did to your friends wasn’t me, like that was some sort of put-on, like I’m not the guy with the bat… I’m just the guy who makes your kid spaghetti. Oh, shit. Maybe this is on me. Maybe this is all on me. I gotta make it right. I guess I gotta start all over again.
I think the best thing about Keith and Lance is that these two hated each other in the beginning of the show
But slowly as it went on, even though they still didn’t agree with everything that they did and they still had some arguments, you can tell that they started to care more about each other
Look at Keith being concerned for Lance
(I can’t get over this part, he was so impatient for him to come out because he wanted him to heal so badly)
And look at Lance after he found out that the Red lion was attacking the base in the Blade of Marmora episode, he knew Keith was possibly in danger and he looked so concerned for him
(Especially the way he says “Allura?” too)
Lance and Keith’s relationship is slowly progressing as the seasons go on, and I personally think that it will be the most valid in season three now that Shiro’s gone.
Shiro was always the one that came between them so that they would stop fighting. Now that he’s gone and they’re probably going to have to find him, they’re going to need to work together (not just as teammates but as friends/acquaintances too).
Their relationship was set up to reach this point, rivals at first, but when they both lose something important to them, their bond/connection/team work matters now more than ever.
We already know that they actually are a pretty decent team when they want to be
(Getting out of that elevator together)
(Going on missions)
And there are so many more moments, but now it goes beyond Voltron and it’s a matter of can they work together as Lance and Keith, and not just as Lance and Keith the paladins.
That’s going to be the ultimate test, but I personally think they can it’s just a matter of how and when. They’re going to be very important to each other in season three, I can tell.
Jason: yes, you love Stephanie, we know, you love Stephanie so much, she’s the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stephanie we KNOW, you love Stephanie you fucking love Stephanie okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEPHANIE FUCKING PATRICK. WE GET IT.
okay but i want a fic where the enterprise is like on the outskirts of federation space and they pick up survivors of a half-wrecked cardassian freighter and one of the refugees is sybok who totally knew the attack was coming and low key orchestrated it but thats another story because when he gets beamed aboard he and spock have a reunion and it’s very logical and all but kirk is like holy shit spock you have a brother??? why did i not know?? and spock is like you never asked and sybok takes one look at the two of them interacting and realizes how bad his baby brother has it for his captain and says wow spock way to introduce me to your t’hy’la and spock BUGS OUT and gets all flustered and kirk has never seen him act like that before and is like wait what does that mean and spock won’t tell him and practically runs away and sybok is too busy laughing and getting debriefed, and then for the rest of the mission spock won’t look at kirk and he starts to wonder what that word actually means so he keeps trying to work it out of sybok or uhura but they won’t tell him and spock avoids him like the plague, and kirk starts to get dejected because maybe he’s done something wrong, somehow offended spock or something, and sybok realizes that the human is stupid in love too, and bribes scotty to lock them in the turbolift or a supply closet or something because they’re both just idiots and they need to make out and of course scotty does it because its been painfully obvious to everyone on the ship for months that the captain and first officer are SO IN LOVE, LIKE GO FUCK ALREADY JESUS
I drew a crop top yuuri because I’m trash and I couldn’t help myself
And also I was told to tag @zephyrine-gale by my good frien hazel (who i have to thank for helping me to fix this) so uhh,,, yea,,
Enjoy my trash @ anyone who actually sees this
what i LOVE about that fight scene is flint’s strategy against billy
like although billy has youth and physical size on his side, flint has had real naval training yet you see both cunning and pure brutality in his movement- forcing billy into close quarters so he can take him off balance and legit body checking him to the ground to keep him defensive because he knows billy could win with stamina if the fight lasted so he’s quick on his feet and so aggressive, you can see it in his face as the way he lashes out he’s fuckin deADLY! and you can perfectly see his personality in his fighting- that darkness behind the intellectual, his fighting smart AND animalistic and i have to stop now !!!!!!!
Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?
“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here
Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been
ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.
“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back
here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just
the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”
Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay
quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back
in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s
driving him absolutely nuts.
“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the
woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.
She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her
other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in
to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s
“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but
his voice still has a rattle to it.
“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just
like I said before.”
“Well, you don’t look
fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”
Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before
shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t
really matter right now anyway.
“Yeah, see—Sam thinks
so. You should lean back a bit.”
“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”
Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas …
I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”
“I am okay … I
have already told you—”
“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits firmly from the front of the car—glaring at
him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel
and her eldest son.
He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally
understanding that the only one not
fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is,
will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in
Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to
him. “Alright then … better?”
Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”
The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to
trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat
fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit,
man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.
Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following
Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered
mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already
lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the
magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean?
What are you …”
Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in
the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the
black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.
“Hold on … almost …”
Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but
he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!”
he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the
car to see.
Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just
continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that
“Okay, Cas. Your
turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on
“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s
expected to do.
“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long
pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he
doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him
himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had
“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix
this, don’t you?”
Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.
“I am an angel … I
have the power to—”
“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in
And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in
defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims,
quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free
from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on
him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you
snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake
against the angel’s chest.
Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the
car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but
the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the
cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.
The man then stills for some time—never looking away and
holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.
“You see, Dean … I’m
Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly
falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming
torn as to where to look now.
After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out
of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since
they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like
anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of
their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down;
although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which
doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.
Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid
that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like
Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips
one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake
“Ah—jeez, Cas …
you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly
to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.
But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the
worried Winchester—his charge, his
family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re
right. What would I do without you?”