I feel annoying constantly talking about lotidge, but imagine Voltron has Lotor in a cell to make sure he doesn’t do anything and each of them have sessions with him in which they’re supposed to be asking him questions and talking about important stuff, but Pidge mostly just hangs with him. Like over time they just kind of chill and enjoy each other’s time. And like she gives him snacks and keeps him from being bored. AND IMAGINE THEM JUST TRYING TO HAVE FUN AND SO THEY LIKE DANCE WITH EACH OTHER TO MUSIC SHE HAS. BUT LIKE THEY CAN’T FULLY TOUCH SO IT’S JUST THEM REACHING THROUGH THE BARS TO COME IN CONTACT. What if like Lotor dances weird and awkward, but Pidge doesn’t mind because she thinks it’s cute and funny. Lotor dances that way on purpose just to hear her giggles and see her smile so he doesn’t tell her that he’s just pretending. Omg them keeping it secret from the Voltron team, like mid-dancing Keith walks in and immediately they stop and pretend like Pidge is all serious and it’s tense (even though they were just boogey dancing like). Pidge leaves saying, “We’ll continue this later.” all stern and stuff, but Lotor knows what she really means. And he finds himself becoming impatient for his next session with her.
Allow people to enjoy and miss OT5. Allow people to enjoy and miss OT4. Allow people to enjoy and immerse themselves in the solo era. Allow people to like one of the boys’ solo music and not the others’. Allow people to like and enjoy what they like and enjoy.
Dear neurotypicals, please stop making “autistic shrieking” jokes and using autism/autistic as an insult. It’s not funny and it never will be. When you use autistic as an insult you are implying that being autistic is something that is bad and that you should be ashamed of, which just isn’t true. As an autistic person I personally get really upset whenever I see an autistic shrieking joke or someone using autistic as an insult. Using autistic as an insult really shows how immature and ableist you are.
okay but…james rhodes’ mad scientist aesthetic. the kid went to MIT to study aviation engineering, he is a little nerd, okay. so like. imagine mit era rhodey and tony renting out a lab space in school to share for the school year (other science/engineering students are like “???are they allowed to do that???” and honestly the professors don’t know but they’re pretty sure howard stark came and made the dean cry when he tried to tell them no so they’re just letting it happen.)
everyone expects Tony’s half of the lab to be messy and for him to always have something slightly on fire.
what they don’t expect is rhodey’s fucking catastrophe of a work station. there are spare piece of metal everywhere, empty coffee cups, old to-go boxes. his computer is missing its back panel because he cannibalized it for parts. he once fell asleep there with goggles on and had an indent on his forehead for days. There was an Incident That We Don’t Talk About™, that left his neck and chest GREEN. (D O N O T A S K W H Y H E I S L E G A L L Y N O T A L L O W E D T O S A Y)
He’s not quite covered in oil or grease, but his dark circles are in a league of their own, and his hands and arms are permanently littered with bruised and cuts and burns from building prototypes, and experiments gone wrong.
Just, James Rhodes’ being a scientist.
yura gets some stretch marks after hitting a growth spurt, he grumbles about it to beka because its just another sign that his body is changing which will fuck up my balance and i wont be as flexible this is awful and other angst and general teenage grumpiness blah blah ,,,
trying to think of ways to make him feel better, beka says, “well aren’t you happy the outside matches the inside now?” yura just gives him a blank look through his computer screen. “you call yourself the ice tiger of russia right? looks like you’ve finally got your stripes”
yura screeches and throws his pillow at the screen but he has to admit that thinking of the new scars as tiger stripes makes him feel like 20.4% more badass than before
He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with their life.
And he had wasted a lot of his life already.
He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.
He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.
He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.
And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.
For years Draco had been waiting.
He had waited in vain. But not anymore.
Draco was sick of waiting.
What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?
He probably would have to wait forever.
No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?
Yes, it was time to act.
Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.
He was sick of waiting.
He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.
There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.
He was so sick of waiting.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.
Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.
He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.
Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.
“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”
He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.
Because he was so tired of waiting.
His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.
Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.
He had waited for this so long. This was it.
Or was it?
Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.
Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.
His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.
Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.