some bizzare

Something I love about being a Homestuck is. Non Homestucks always get annoyed at us for making eeeeverything about it like NOT EVERYTHING IS HOMESTUCK GUYS but like. Once you’ve read it. Your brain’s wired that way for life. You have the Homestuck Glasses on and. Im sorry but it is. Literally everything is Homestuck you guys.


“But just then, for that fraction of time, it seems as though all things are possible. You can look across the limitations of your own life, and see that they are really nothing. In that moment when time stops, it is as though you know you could undertake any venture, complete it and come back to yourself, to find the world unchanged, and everything just as you left it a moment before. And it’s as though knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.” 


good afternoon i made some yukako pride icons bc im gay and i love her

if ur flag isnt here (or if u want another character) lmk and ill make it!!!! 

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking, if real!ciel is some sort of bizzare doll, how would he be able to grow up? Wouldn't his body still be 10? Could undertaker have possibly ressurected him with his reaper ability? What are your thoughts on this?

Yeah it’s pretty confusing! I had expected RC to be a Bizarre Doll in some way, but I’d never thought he’d return looking the same age as OC. With all of the knowledge we have on BDs and Undertaker at the moment it doesn’t entirely make sense… but of course there has to be a way.

I don’t really have a strong theory, but I do have two ideas! These would be them, ranging from weakest to strongest in my eyes:

RC was alive the whole time

RC never actually died but OC believed so and respectfully buried RC’s body in the premises before, all burning down the cultists’ hideout. UT later salvaged RC’s near-dead body and had been working on saving him ever since.


  • How could RC be alive without a soul?
  • How could RC have been alive after the blood loss and OC’s removal of the ring in his stomach?
  • Even if RC had been alive, he’d have suffocated upon being buried.
  • If RC was still living, why didn’t Sebastian sense his life force and alert OC of this? Considering that OC asks “Sebastian, you wouldn’t ever lie to me would you” in CH128 it’s presumed OC once asked the demon if RC was alive… and Sebastian doesn’t lie.


  • The assumption that RC was never dead makes it easier to explain why he has grown.

RC died, but his body was soon-after discovered by UT

Before burning down the cultists’ hideout, OC respectfully buried RC’s body in the premises. Undertaker later salvaged RC’s corpse, brought him back to “life” using imperfect BD techniques and maintained this state until his technology was strong enough to resurrect RC fully as a “perfect” BD - this took four years.


  • Though in a coma-like state, RC seems to be occasionally conscious and not in a permanent stasis. He even speaks to Violet!
  • How would UT have known where the body was?
  • How would UT have brought him back to life and then kept him “alive”, all without a soul and three years before even the most rudimentary BDs existed?
  • There is a lot of assumptions here which don’t really have proper backing.


  • It would explain why RC had grown.
  • It would fit alongside UT’s ‘timeline’ of the BD advancements and give reason for their existence in the first place.
  • It would explain why RC’s skin looks so corpse-like at times.
  • If he was being slowly revived, this would explain the purpose of the strange liquid and blood transfusions.
  • RC wouldn’t need a soul for this to happen, which is good since Sebastian probably ate his.

The second idea would be the one I believe but due to the issues it has I’m hardly convinced! Yana’s actual idea is likely quite complicated, so I’m open to hear any better ideas than my dodgy ones!

love how sometimes on this site there are just some really bizzare ass things that you can’t explain to people without sounding like an aboslute buffoon like “oh hey, have you heard of The Woodys?” and no one would fucking get it like you wish it wasn’t fucking real but it is The Woodys are out there

Au where machi and paku want to have a baby together but they also want one of the troupe men to be the ‘father’ so they spend a week picking out the most desirable features from each until they have their man

balanced-ram  asked:

62 with Peter quill please? love your writing btw <3

62: “Do you have a ride home?”

(Thank you! <3 Great prompt choice fyi)

Part of my 1000 Follower Fun drabbles set

Originally posted by darlingpanslove

The leather seats under the bar were all kinds of gross in the crummy fluro lighting as she slipped into a booth, clutching some sort of bizzare toxic-looking blue drink. She was never one for high society, but even by her standards this was crummy.

“…And what did I say, Quill?” a harsh voice hissed behind her, startling her.
“Not to shoot at the guy with the rocket launcher” a second voice responded
“And pray tell, what was it you did, Quill?”
“Hey, back off man. I saved your scrawny ass for the third time today. Consider yourself lucky I didn’t let that asshole fry you!”
The voices went silent before a small, striped creature walked passed the table towards the bathrooms, his furry face pressed into his small claws.
“I’m gonna die on a ship full of idiots” he muttered, pushing the door to the bathroom open and walking straight through.

She swung around to see who had taken the brunt of that thing’s anger; she could only see one guy sitting at the bar. Xandarian, maybe? He had a worn leather jacket on, cropped dirty blonde hair flicking onto his forehead.
He was a looker, but he looked like he smelled like gasoline and chewed up hide. Ravagery. Bad news.

She sipped her drink, the bitter sting riding down her throat.
“I’ll have what she’s having” he waved to the bartender, sliding into the booth opposite her.
She raised her brows, leaning back against the seats.
“Guessing you don’t recognise me. Not that we’ve ever met” he said, cocky smile pushing its way at his upper lip.

Ugh. If he wasn’t so charming she’d be out of here like a shot.
“How do I know I want to meet you?” she retorted, leaning her elbows on the table as she looked him dead in the eyes. Brownish green, greenish brown. The colour of sludge.
The man sighed, leaning one arm over the top of his chair.
“If there’s someone who doesn’t want to meet me, I haven’t met them yet” he grinned, his eyes darting to her lips.
She snorted.
“I’m almost impressed. Got a name, Star man?” she asked quizzically, taking another sip of her drink.
“Star Lord. Or Peter. Star Lord’s my real name, but I’m a bit of a celebrity - Peter’s my undercover alias” he added as the bartender walked over, setting his drink down on the table.

“Well, Star Lord. Just what did you do to piss of your weird little friend?” she asked.
Peter wrinkled his nose.
“He’s not my friend. He’s a pain in my ass. And even if he wasn’t a pain in my ass, he still wouldn’t be my friend. Because he’s an ungrateful, stupid-”

“Quill!” the doors of the bathroom flew open, the stripy little alien holding a modified gun “they’ve found us, we’ve gotta get the hell out of here!”
Peter swore under his breath, taking a huge swig of his drink.
“Do you have a ride home?” he breathed, holding out his hand to her.
She looked around; the bar was basically dead, her plans for the evening being to just sit here and do god knows.
“I do now” she grinned.

Summer Lovin'

Prompt: Lance finally got Keith to agree to take a night off to go to a bar with him. Keith gets a little bit more drunk than he thought.

(inspired by that one scene from the flash :3)

(i swear it wasn’t supposed to be this long but it happened)

word count: 4536


After hours of convincing, Lance had finally gotten Keith to crack, and allow him to take him on a night out for drinks.

“C'mon, Keith, can’t you just have one night off? Just for tomorrow night?” Lance pleaded as he watched Keith wipe down the counter for the evening.

“Lance, six hours of every five days of my life revolve around making coffee, why would I wanna go out to be surrounded by more drinks?” Keith tossed the rag aside, finished, and removed his apron.

Lance rolled his eyes, “To hang out with me, of course!”

Keith scoffed, failing to fight off the smile coming to his face. He came around and joined Lance, sitting beside him.

“Plus,” Lance continued, playing with the straw of his caramel frappe, “You really look like you need a night off. I think all that coffee aroma seeped into your brain and lost all your will to have fun.”

Keith raised an eyebrow, “You work here too, you know.”

“I do,” Lance nodded, sipping more of his drink, “The morning shift. And since we have no classes tomorrow, I suggest you ask Shiro for the night off too. That’s an order.”

“What about Hunk and Pidge?”

Lance waved his hands, “Those two are working on their project tomorrow night too. It’ll just be you and me, two friends, hanging out in a bar.”

Keith fiddled with the keys in his hands, his mind contemplating on what to do. On one hand, he’s got to deal with annoying but tired college students complain to him about the amount of assignments they had to do. On the other hand, he could take a night off, alone, with the guy he’s had a crush on ever since Pidge introduced them.

Well, a night off doesn’t sound all bad after all.

Keith sighed, looking back at Lance with a small smile. “Fine, but I’m not getting drunk.”

“We’ll see.” Lance winked, slurping the frappe empty.

Sure, it wasn’t exactly a ‘date-date’ he wanted, but Lance decided to think of it as one step closer to the day he finally grows the balls to ask Keith out on a real date. But for now, the night was going to be about drinks, dancing, stress relieving, and it’ll be just the two of them. And that’s good enough for him.

Anyways, that’s what led the two of them here, at the Altean Bar, watching a happy drunk guy sing karaoke in the microphone without a care in the world.

The audience clap, cheering the guy on. Here at the Altean Bar, no one cared if you were a good singer or not. As long as you got the guts to get up on that little stage and sing some karaoke, you’re okay in everyone’s book. Lance likes to come here whenever he feels down about a heartbreak, or stressed over his classes.

He looks over to Keith, wondering how the guy reacts to all this. Thankfully, he sees him laughing at the drunk man amusingly, clapping along with the audience.

The more he stares at him, the more Lance realizea that he just loves seeing this side of him, the Keith letting himself go loose, like the weight of his shoulders has just been lifted.

He wouldn’t mind getting bubbly himself, and turns over to one of the bartenders he recognized, “Hey, Michy, can you open up a tab for us?”


Keith claps a round of applause with the audience, hearing the song finish with the guy holding his arms up at the sky. Honestly, he had never seen someone so hyped to sing, yet do so terribly and not give a single crap of what everyone else thinks.

Well, maybe he has. I mean, Lance does have his moments.

“Man, drunk singing, can you imagine!” Keith turns around in his seat to face Lance, who was sipping a drink from a glass.

“What’s that, tequila?” Keith teases, moving his eyes from Lance to the drink playfully.

“Cherry coke, actually,” Lance chuckles, waving the drink to Keith’s face, “I gotta say, I’m a little offended.”

Keith rolls his eyes, seeing another drunk singer take her place onstage. An intro of a pop song he doesn’t remember the name of began to play, egging the audience on. Lance lets out a loud whoop, raising his glass, shouting, “YONCÉ!!!”

Keith shakes his head at Lance’s excitement, and decides that maybe a little drink wouldn’t hurt anyone. He catches a bartender, and pulls out some money. “Can I get a Long Island Iced Tea?”

The bartender nods, not even accepting the money that Keith had offered.

“It’ll be on your tab, buddy,” he answers, smiling, turning away from him to make his order.

“Tab?” Keith asks, facing back over to Lance with a confused expression, “You started a tab for us?”

Lance downs the rest of his cola empty, and smirks, “Is that a problem?”

Keith turns into a light shade of pink, shaking his head in response. The bartender came back with a tall glass with lemons stuck at the rim. He thanks the man, and takes a sip of the drink. Keith took control over the sour expression he feels his face make, wincing a little by how quickly the flavor tinged his tongue, and feel it burn as it goes down his throat. He just shrugs it off, trying to get himself used to the taste, and continues to drink until he can no longer feel any more of the liquid in the glass.

“Woah,” Lance chuckles, staring at Keith with wide eyes of surprise, “That’s…that’s fast.”

Keith slams the glass on the counter and gasps, like he had just ran a marathon. He turns to back at Lance with a lighthearted chuckle. His vision became a little blurry, the images of Lance began to sway. And there he is, Lance, not even a little tipsy.

“That -hic-,” Keith shakes his head, blinking a couple times in an attempt to regain his focus, “Feels goo-d.”

“Guess I’m the designated driver,” Lance chuckles, checking out his empty glass, “Good thing cherry cokes ain’t all bad.”

“Hey, ex -hic- scuse me,” Keith hiccups, calling over the spinny image of the bartender again, “Do you think I can get…uh..couple shots of Dying Bastard?”

The bartender raises his eyebrow, but doesn’t question it. Keith lets himself lean back on his seat, before realizing that he was sitting on a stool and almost falls.

Lance catches him just before he completely lost his balance, letting out a soft laugh, “I’m starting to think you don’t handle alcohol very well.”

Keith scoffs, “What -hic- makes you say that?”


Lance shakes his head, admiring the pink tinge of color on Keith’s cheeks whenever he downs one shot of Dying Bastard after another.

The rest of the drinks Lance had were just different styles of soda, which to be honest, he cant complain, as he sees Keith laughing and smiling, slowly becoming drunker by the minute. Lance was sober to see all of it in action, and he wouldn’t mind remembering all of this stuff tomorrow.

Lance learns a lot by this though, like how he learns that Keith is a happy drunk, and smiles more than usual. While drunk, he tends to talk about some bizzare conversations and answers to Lance’s ridiculous questions, like he had just gotten his wisdom teeth taken out. Apparently, drunk Keith is more open to his emotions than the regular emo Keith, which Lance doesn’t seem to mind, but intrigues him so.

Gradually, he becomes more drunk, drunk enough for Lance to hear the slur deepen in Keith’s voice. Lance knows the limit amount of shots that are enough to come back hurling out from the stomach, and decides to take away Keith’s alcohol privileges for the night. That’s when he decides to secretly tell their bartender, Michael, to switch his shots to something more subtle, like a club soda, which thankfully, Keith was too drunk didn’t notice the big difference in the taste.

Lance lost track of time, it couldn’t have been that long, but seeing Keith already let loose, and how fast he’s gotten from tipsy to drunk, time doesn’t seem to matter.

Lance is having a great time with drunk Keith, asking him random questions, balancing cherries on his nose, enjoying that drunk, breathtaking smile he doesn’t get to see often.

From one drunk singer to another, some time has passed. Keith giggles, and stands up, wobbling a bit. Lance offers some help, but he just waves him away.

“I j -hic-ust need to -hic- bathroom,” Keith smiles, stumbling away from Lance to where he sees the restroom sign, “I -hic- got this!”

Lance chuckles as he watches him disappear, hoping that he just needed to release the dam, and not to let all those drinks slip out of his mouth into chunks.

Just that image alone made Lance get up from his seat, and make his way to the washroom, where he sees a pool of a mess.

He spots one guy vomiting into the toilet, with a friend of his patting his back, saying comforting words. Now that reminds him of Hunk. Wonder how the project with Pidge was going.

He sees other guys actually doing their business, the rest of the stalls were empty, and Lance hasnt spotted that recognizable mullet anywhere here.

He left the bathroom, shivering as the scent in the air changes when he went back to the bar. He walks back to where he sat, hoping Keith was just stumbling his way back to him.

He turns back to the bartender, but this time a woman, who seems to be distracted as she talks with one of her coworkers.

“Excuse me,” Lance says anyways, pushing his empty glasses aside, “Can I get a Blue Lion?”

The woman doesn’t seem to react, because she just walked past him with an unamused expression.

“Hey-” Lance tries to get her attention, but was cut off by the sound of a voice booming through the microphone.


Lance whips his head around to face the stage, confused by who just called him by his name. His jaw drops in surprise as he sees the one and only, Keith Kogane, on the karaoke stage.

“COME ON DOWN!!” Keith laughs drunkily,  motioning Lance to come to him, “Come on!”

Lance shakes his head, flustering a nervous smile as Keith doesn’t seem to give up just yet.

The audience’s attention turns to him, and Keith starts to chant his name.

“Lance! Lance! Lance! Lance!”

The audience joined in, clapping in rythm, urging Lance to come forward.

“Lance! Lance!! Lance!! Lance!!!!”

After a few seconds of hearing his name repeat over and over, Lance caves, and stands up from his seat. From the moment he does, the bar echoes with the sounds of applause and cheers from the audience.

“Come show us what you got!!” Keith slurs, giggling as Lance steps on stage.

Lance chuckles, standing in front of the second microphone on the stage. He smiles back nervously at the roaring audience, leaning over to Keith, “I’m not much of a singer, and you’re not much of a drinker.”

The audience’s cheering dies down, and Keith gives Lance a wink, causing him to blush red all over.

“We’re gonna bring this place dOWN!” Keith slurs again, and the music starts up. Lance recognizes it immediately, a song from one of his favorite musicals. He lets out a short laugh, surprised to know that Keith was the one who chose this song.

Keith starts off, and in his drunken state, of course, he sings off-key, bouncing to the music.

“Summer lovin’ had me a blast

Summer lovin’ happened to fast…”

Lance realizes he was going to sing Danny Zuko’s part, and smiles. He’s sober, and what more to do in a bar karaoke than to amaze everyone with his voice, his tone harmoniously, all with a smirk on his face.

“I met a girl, crazy for me…”

Keith scrunches his nose and looks back at Lance, his expression looks either offended or confused. He still sang in an off key tone, his voice cracking when his tried to hit the high notes, but it wasn’t like he had any control over that.

“Met a boy cute as can be,”

They sang the next lines together, not exactly in perfect harmony, but it made Lance’s smile grow wider.

“Summer days drifting away to oh oh the summer nights…”

Keith sways his head back and forth as he sang the next lines.

“Oh-well-oh-well-oh-well-oh uh!”

They went on with the song, and the audience loved it. The two of them were on fire, drunk or sober, it still felt like they really did bring the place down. It was fun, up to the point where Keith started to dance on the tables. Before Lance could stop him, he doubled over in laughter, because no matter how drunk Keith gets, it doesn’t make him a better dancer.

It’s when he starts hopping from table to table is when Lance collects himself from his laughter in amusement, and follows after Keith before he hurts himself, hurts someone, or gets himself kicked out.

“Keith, come on!” Lance chuckles, “Down, boy!”

Keith looks down at Lance amusingly, and jumps down from the table. Lance stretches his arms out on instinct, and catches Keith, having all the air knock out of him before they both hit the ground.

Keith gives another giggle and hiccup. He sits up, not acknowledging the weight of Lance under him.

“Again!” He slurs, throwing his arms up in the air.

Lance groans, struggling to pick himself up from the ground. He looks at how childish Keith has gotten, and one look on his phone made him jump.

“Woah!” Lance gasps, “I think we should get you home, now. It’s half past midnight, and I promised Shiro I’d bring you home. Unharmed.”

“No,” Keith whines, holding onto Lance’s hand, “I like it here, Lan -hic- ce. With you.”

Lance feels his face heat up as a new shade of red steams, stopping the gears in his mind to work. Did Keith really just said that? No, no, he’s drunk, Lance. This is the part where you take him home safe.

Lance shakes his head, and lifts him up, “Come on, Keith, I’ll take you home.”

Keith lets out another giggle, this time, it sounded more tired than the last one. Lance sighs, knowing that any minute now Keith was going to pass out anyways.

Just as Lance was about to walk away, Keith grabs his hand again and mumbles, “Carry me?”

Those two words from his mouth is all it took to make Lance into a stuttering mess. Keith was giving him that damn smile he had grown to love, those pleading eyes that would make him do anything for him, and that pouty lip that always wants to make Lance lean down and kiss.

But, not to tonight. Not when Keith was drunk.

Lance lets out a breath of confidence, and looks for a place where he could carry Keith. Over the shoulder? Nah, he’ll probably find a way to fall over. One arm over himself like a side hug? Nah, he’ll just drag himself on the ground.

“Just wait a tick,” Lance says, before remembering that their tab was still opened up. He tells Keith to sit tight and just stay, and he’ll be right back.

Lance left Keith and his mullet behind and pulled out his wallet, going over to the bartender that’s been serving him and Keith’s drinks for the whole evening.

“Hey, Michael,” Lance greets, pulling out the maximum amount of money to pay for his and Keith’s drinks, “Tab’s closed and all.”

Michael smiles, and takes the money from him to put in the register, “So, you and your boyfriend going so soon?”

“I wish,” Lance blushes at Michael’s tease, but he found the words to respond with, “Tonight, it’s just us as friends, I’m taking him home before-”


Lance and Michael hear the shout echo around the bar. He turns around, choking back on his laughter and blush red as he sees Keith, dancing back on the table, but with his shirt off, waving it in the air. Lance tries so hard to look away, but he just couldn’t. He could hear his heart pumping to a stop, struggling to break itself out of his body like a prison, and run over to claim Keith as its own.

The people around him seems to love it, taking pictures and videos of him, laughing drunkily along with him.

“Yeah,” Michael chuckles, pulling Lance’s attention away for just a second, “He’s a keeper.”

Lance gives Michael a two fingered salute, before running off to fetch Keith from the tables again.

“Lance!!” Keith slurs, smirking back at him with excited eyes, “Catch me!!”

“No-!” Lance tries, before Keith starts to lean forward, and Lance catches him with his body again.

“Keith,” Lance groans, turning over to get Keith’s attention back. He was going to give him a small, playful lecture, but he figures that was Shiro’s job as his big brother. “Let’s go home.”

Keith picks himself up, followed up by Lance.

“Do you…still want me to carry you?”

Keith nods, yawning, allowing Lance to pick his whole body up bridal style. He was heavier than Lance thought, but he can still manage to get him all the way to his car.

Lance feels the heat radiating off Keith, and pulls him closer, finding comfort in it. Keith wraps his hands around his neck, and his head finds a home in the crook of it, burying his face. Lance catches his breath, turning full red and almost loses his grip on Keith. He shifts his weight in his arms, and smiles at the adorable latter he was cradling in his arms.

It took him a minute to notice the crowd that surrounded Keith were now staring at them in amusement, echoes of “aww’s” went around the room.

Lance lets out a nervous chuckle, “Good night, everybody!”

The crowd claps for them, whistling and cheering, as Lance carries Keith out of the Altean Bar with confusion. Instead, he pushes all that bar stuff behind, and focuses on getting sleepy, drunk Keith into his car and home safe, making it his first priorities.


Lance fought back to ignore the sleepy slurs from Keith throughout the ride home. He even wrapped Keith up in his jacket, just so he wouldn’t catch a cold.

When Lance pulled up Keith’s driveway, he tries to shake him awake.


No response. Just more sleepy slurs. And it seems that Keith had attached himself onto Lance’s jacket too.

Lance sighs, and unbuckles his seatbelt. He walks around to the other side of the car, and opens the door. Of course Keith passed out. He drank more than enough for him to start dancing on tables. Lance chuckles at the memory, even though it was less than fifteen minutes ago.

Lance decides to take Keith’s weight in his arms again, and carries him bridal style to the front door.

With his free finger, Lance pushes the button, hearing a muffle of one ring of a bell inside the house.

He wonders if Keith, who seems to have a pretty tight grip on both Lance and his jacket, has the set of keys in his pocket or somewhere.

Just before he could search his pockets, the front door creaked open, revealing Shiro, Keith’s older brother, wearing a Flash t-shirt, boxer shorts, and animal slippers.

“Lance?” Shiro mumbles with a sleepy tone in his voice, showing that he had just woken up, “What are you- Keith? It’s almost one am!”

“Good thing it’s not a school night, then,” Lance chuckles, shifting Keith’s weight in his arms, “Keith got a little more bubbly than I thought he would.”

“Just put him in his room,” Shiro yawns, making no effort to smile, and widened the door more for Lance to come in. “And you can spend the night if you want, I know the university isn’t that far, but I’m not letting one of our friends go out alone at one in the morning.”

Lance smiles, grateful for Shiro’s offer. He walks towards the door that he knows was the entrance to Keith’s room, before hearing Shiro’s voice again.

“No funny business, Lance,” Shiro warns, trudging his way back to his own room, “I’ll know. These walls are thin.”

Lance felt a shiver down his spine, looking back at Shiro with the most serious face he could do. “Never.”

And with that, Shiro shut his door closed, and Lance shut Keith’s door closed.

He’s seen his room before, he’s been over to Keith’s house a lot, come to think of it. But right now, getting Keith to bed was also a priority tonight.

Lance felt a shiver run through Keith, and immediately walks towards the bed. He settles him down, gently, unlocking his arms from his neck. However, Keith still made a home by gripping onto the jacket, but Lance doesn’t seem to mind. It looks like that it gives Keith a calm effect, like a ground for him to hold on.

As he looks down at the sleepy Keith, Lance felt that warm feeling of fondness grow in his chest again. He pulls the blankets over him, and hears Keith mumble a couple words in his sleep. Lance can tell that he’ll be feeling all that alcohol in the morning, and he’ll be here right beside him when Keith hunches over the toilet in the bathroom.

Speaking of bathroom, Lance took a small whiff of himself, and he can smell all the alcohol from the bar rub off on him.

Maybe a nice little shower wouldn’t do any harm.

So Lance stands up, and starts searching for any pajamas Keith had in his drawers. He found a nice red tank top and black basketball shorts that were perfect, and took them with him into the bathroom, and starts freshening up.


Okay, what’s one night without his skin care routine going to do? He can live with one night, no problemo.

Once Lance lets himself out of the bathroom and back into Keith’s room, he sees Keith up on his bed, awake, and snuggling with Lance’s jacket. He looked more tired with the bags under his eyes, and looked like he was about to pass out any minute.

“Keith?” Lance calls out softly, staring back at the boy with an endearing expression, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Keith looks back at Lance, a small frown on his face. He wiped his eyes like he was wiping a tear away, and in a small voice, he says, “I thought you -hic- left me.”

Lance shakes his head, shifting comfortably in Keith’s clothes. “Never.”

Keith smiles, and faceplants into his jacket. Lance assumes he had just passed out again, before he sees Keith raise his head and sigh, “Your jacket smells nice.”

Lance can’t take this drunk cutie anymore, and before he knows it, Keith drags himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I have the same shirt.” Keith slurs again, chuckling quietly.

Lance looks down on Keith’s attire, and decides that he was not going to sleep in that.

“Uhh…here,” Lance turns over to Keith’s drawers, and picked up the first pajama clothes for Keith to wear, “Put these on.”

He gives the clothes to Keith, which were similar to the ones he was wearing. A blue tank top with gray basketball shorts. Keith sets Lance’s jacket aside, and takes the clothes from Lance.

Lance grins, and turns around as he hears Keith strip himself out of his clothes to put on pajamas. Sure, they were both guys, but seeing Keith wearing nothing but his underwear was something Lance had to fight to look at, because no matter what circumstances, his mamá had always taught him to be a gentleman.

Plus he wouldn’t be able to function properly if he did see Keith in bed and shirtless.

“A little help?”

Reluctantly, Lance turns around to see what the problem is, and boy, does he see it.

Keith manages to strip his bar clothes out. It’s putting on the pajamas himself is what’s troubling him. Sitting there wearing nothing but his boxers, Keith managed to get his shorts on his head, and one of his foot was through the head hole of the shirt.

Lance shakes his head, sighing, before stepping forward to help Keith put his clothes on the right way, catching his breath in minimals.

Once the deed was done, Keith found Lance’s jacket again and cuddled himself into it. What was up with him? Seeing Keith this adorable, it just does things to Lance, you know? He’s never seen him like this, honestly, he looks just as vulnerable as a stray puppy who just got rescued. It makes his heart feel like it ran a marathon, like the air from his lungs was sucked out of him by a dementor, and he just melts into softness of it all.

Lance led Keith back to his bed, and pulls the covers over him once more. Keith made himself more comfortable as he sinks into the pillows and wraps his arms around both the jacket and blanket.

“Hey, Lance?”

Lance hums in response, tucking in Keith like his mamá would when he was a kid.

“Thank you for tonight…”

Lance smiles proudly, making the bed more comfortable for Keith.


Lance goes over to close the lights of Keith’s room, allowing the dark to fill in for the night’s sleep. Just when Lance was about to sleep on the nearest bean bag Keith had in his room, Keith spoke up in a small voice, but just loud enough for only Lance to hear.



He shifts in his bed, laying down on his side to face Lance.

“Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Lance raises his eyebrows, even if Keith couldn’t see him do it. He stands up, and walks over to where he can make out the edges of the bed.

“Yeah,” Lance answers, dipping the mattress down as it takes in the new weight. He rubs Keith’s side to comfort him, humming a song his papá likes to sing. He imagines the soft, calm look on Keith’s face, picturing the way his mouth would slightly pout as he sleeps, and the way his cheeks squish into the pillow as he sinks further into it like a marshmallow. Even in the dark, where Lance can’t even see him, Keith looked absolutely perfect.

Keith feels himself melt under Lance’s touch, and not knowing that the next morning was going to be hell for him, at least he’s got Lance there to take care of him and just be there for him. Keith’s got Lance to wake up with, as Lance did fall asleep in bed with him that night, feeling his warmth take over him like the summer.


Some doodles of Joanna ft. her stand Wondaland 「 ワンダーランド 」 

I still think Two has the saddest regeneration. He doesn’t just die; he’s executed. By his own people. And not only does he lose his current body but his best friends are sent away and almost completely forget him, and he also pretty much loses the TARDIS - or at least how to fly her.

Ten’s little “I don’t want to go” really can’t compare to Two’s frantic cries as he’s executed with some really obscure and bizzare Time Lord power - and then just cutting to black. Again, I can’t imagine how fans in the sixties must have felt watching that and then having to wait so long for what was, in a lot of ways, a very different show.

But - my favourite Doctor is up next! And I think I’m gonna keep a counter of how many times Three gets knocked out or captured because, if I remember right, it happens a lot considering he’s supposed to be the most actiony! 

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Monsta X Reaction To Their Girlfriend Being Dirty Minded


*He was changing and you walked in the room.*
Y/N: “What a great time to give you back your boxers”
“Woah there, WHY did you have my boxers…?”
Y/N: “Girl stuff”
*But you escape and he just stares at the closing door, half-naked, highly disturbed*


*He’s dancing around happily to some good songs with Minhyuk and you watch him*
Y/N: “Can you change your sweatpants to some normal trousers that’ll actually hold you together? Something just keeps dangling and it’s distracting.”
Minhyuk: “OH MY GOD”



Y/N: “Those trousers make you look big.”
“Oh… Really?”
Y/N: “Yeah, leather always made your bulge look like you hide a monster there”
“W… Why did you have to say that…”


Y/N: “Hey, Wonnie~ You like sleeping?”
“Are you asking me now? Obviously yes”
Y/N: “Then we should do it together!”
“… You know you…?”
Y/N: “I do”
Y/N: “You want to?”
“Well… Kinda”
Y/N: “Hehehehe~ You dirteeh”
“Hey! You started!”


*Looks at your internet history out of curiosity and finds all the smut you’ve read, 90% of them being about him*
“But… I’m beside her most of the time, why would she… This perv…”


*You ask him for help counting the amount of tulips in a park for some bizzare reason*
“66, 67, 68, 69…”
*You giggle*
Y/N: “You said 69…”
*Tries not to laugh himself*
“Oh God can we just continue on?”

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