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“That Was All You”: A Black Paladin Lance Meta

Alternatively Titled: Local Girl Digs Heels In So Hard She’s Laying on the Ground. “This Is My Home Now,” She Says.

Listen. Listen. No, I don’t know when to quit. Yes, I have a midterm tomorrow and am procrastinating. Shut up.

Now, since this is going to be long as hell (because I really don’t know when to quit), here’s a quick summary of my argument: 1. we’re building up to a leadership arc with Lance, 2. the pilot of the Black Lion depends not just on Black but on the team, and 3. Keith and Red still have a connection.

Blah blah blah, general disclaimer, I am probably could be wrong, lesgo:

Season 4 episode 6 sees the introduction of a new galra super weapon – a planet rigged to explode and take the whole solar system out with it. Right after destroying the galra stronghold on said planet, the team is suddenly surrounded by giant spire things and have no idea what they are.

And it’s Lance that makes the right call. He’s the one that not only says “hey let’s leave,” but also “and here’s how we’re going to do it.” He looks at this situation, sees a need to distance them from it immediately, and knows exactly who to delegate the task to. 

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Consider this:

Sven constantly asking Slav about the probability of meeting that “green Pidge girl” in their reality.

Constantly.

At first, Slav actually runs some calculations and responds, giving new answers as they fluctuate. But he eventually gives up. He just starts making up shit statistics and Sven actually believes him (he trusts his smart buddy and he’s not as cynical as his tortured-by-Galra counterpart Shiro).

Finally, Slav’s had enough. He’s going to find their version of the Pidge paladin even if it costs him his life, so long as Sven finally SHUTS UP. (Additionally, he never knew that there’d come a point when he didn’t want to talk about alternate realities).

As the new season of the Walking Dead approaches, my love for Negan returns. That, in turn, brings back my “jesus christ i need a good fanfic to read” period. And I’ve spent the past few days reading one (Irresistible Danger) by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash and I loooooved it, so I couldn’t help but quickly sketch the main character the way I imagine her to be. It is a self-insert story, plus I feel like me and this character are quite alike in how we deal with emotions (or rather how we fail to do so😅), so I couldn’t help myself but throw in dem glasses😅 Other than that, more or less true to the description
Can’t wait for the next chapter, thanks for your work👏👏

bunny-lou  asked:

Jaylos and harlos prompt! If you'd be so willing, Jay and Harry have been flirting with Carlos and both are on the tourney team. At the next game, Carlos doesn't know which one he should cheer for! Thanks love :)

(so it might not be EXACTLY what you asked for, it sort of got away from me and became a monster lol…I hope you like it! )



“Carlos! Carlos, hey, wait up will you?” Carlos paused in his steps as Gil called out to him, brow raised as the ex-pirate came to a stop beside him panting as though he’d run from the Tourney field, where he had been heading to for practice, to find him. The blond hadn’t been avoiding Uma’s gang since they’d made their way to Auradon Prep at Ben’s insistence, but he hadn’t exactly gone out of his way to seek them out either; still wary of their gangs ex rivals, he was riding on the side of caution with them even if the now-trying-to-be-good pirates made it difficult as they continuously seemed to seek him out.

“Hello, Gil. Is there, uh, something I can do for you? Shouldn’t you be at the field already?” He still winced when one of them spoke too loud, unused to their brash humour being directed at him out of anything but spite or malice, and Gil always seemed too eager to talk to him whenever he approached to make any conversation with him completely comfortable.

“Yes, and yes actually there is!” Gil’s cheerful response was followed by something being shoved into his hands, and Carlos took a moment to give Gil a confused look before looking down.

“Is this a…Tourney jersey?” His confusion, he felt, was warranted; he’d left the team about three weeks prior to join the cheer squad with Jane, finding himself much better at the jumps and flips than he had been on the actual field. Holding up the jersey, he noted the number and name on it; 64, Harry. “Gil, is this Harry’s jersey?” Gil nodded, a wide grin on his face, and Carlos wrinkled his nose as he held it back to the older teen. “Why are you giving me this? It reeks, is this the one he’s been keeping in his locker?” Gil’s grin fell some, and Carlos felt a small tinge of regret at his words.

“I mean yeah, he’s got his other practice one on today but he told me to come find you and get you to wear this to the game tomorrow. I guess I could see about getting you the clean one though,or ooh, I’ll go wash it!” Carlos’ brow furrowed, and he reached to grasp Gil’s arm to prevent him from running off.

“No, Gil, dude you have practice in like ten minutes. Why does Harry want me to wear his jersey to the game?” It made no sense to him- the only people who wore the practice jerseys on game day were those dating the players, not their once rivals. Gil gave him a frown, turning on his heel and grabbing Carlos by the arm to drag him towards the field, the younger teen stiffening in his grip as he was pulled along.

“Ben says that when you like someone in Auradon, you gotta give them presents and stuff to make sure they know you like them. Harry doesn’t have a whole lot, so he thought the jersey was maybe a good start. Plus dude. You’d look really adorable in it! Like, you look really cute in clothing too big for you, everyone saw you in Ben’s jacket that day you got caught in the sprinkler. Precious.” Carlos glared at Gil, attempting to tug his arm free of the ex pirates grasp as he gritted his teeth.

“Please stop manhandling me, Gil. I don’t like being grabbed.” Gil released his arm as though burnt, and Carlos felt some of his irritation melt away at the distressed look on the other teens face. “Thank you. And…what? Harry doesn’t like me, he can barely tolerate being in the same room as me!” Gil snorted, and the two began walking again, the field coming into view as the approached.

“Dude, yes he does. Harry’s totally had a crush on you since we all lived on the Isle and you showed him how to mix pitch that one time. How do you not know that?” Carlos paused in his walking to stare at Gil a long moment before shaking his head, continuing towards the bleachers the cheerleaders were crowded around.

“Well…I had no idea. I’m barely getting along with him, wearing his jersey seems like a big deal.” Gil’s face fell, and Carlos sighed, cursing his soft heart. “You can tell him I will consider it. Now go away, we have practice and if the coach catches you over here we’ll both get in trouble.” Making a shooting motion, Carlos turned to the bleachers and moved to approach where Audrey and Jane stood, seeming to have a heated discussion between them.

“Carlos! I was just about to come find you!” Jane’s usually bubbly voice held a slight edge of panic, and the urge to run swept over the boy as two pairs of eyes focused on him.

“Uh…okay? What’s up?” Audrey let out a loud groan, moving to lean against the rail of the bleachers dramatically.

“Over half the team forgot they signed up for the bake sale today. It’s pretty much just us, and we can’t have practice with three people. You might as we head back to the dorms, that’s what we’re going to do.” Carlos shrugged, nodding towards the field as the girls moved to gather their belongings.

“I’ll do a few laps, I’ve been inside all day and I’m going to be waiting for Jay to go to supper anyways, we’re going to Tiana’s place. His treat!” He beamed, and Audrey made a cooing noise, leaning to lightly pinch his cheek.

“I think it’s so cute when he pays for your dates!” Carlos frowned, swatting at her hand as she giggled and stepped back, Jane giving them both a fond smile behind her.

“It’s not a date, Audrey. You know as well as I do that Jay wouldn’t be interested in me. He’s the star Tourney player and the co-captain of Swords and Shields, he could have literally anyone he wants.” Jane reached out a hand to touch Carlos’ arm, giving him a sympathetic look.

“He wants you, Carlos. Anyone can see that.” Carlos scoffed, and Jane used the hand on his arm to turn him towards the field. “Look at how he’s always hyper aware of where you are. And that dopey grin as soon as he spots you, like everything’s fine because you’re here. He shows off for you when he knows your watching for pity’s sake!” Carlos frowned, but took note of the fact that Jane was at least partially correct. Jay’s entire demeanour changed as soon as he spotted him, going from seriously discussing something with Ben, Chad and Harry to waving at Carlos, the goofiest grin in place. Carlos couldn’t help but wave back, and was startled when Harry beamed at him and waved furiously as well, earning a small shove and a scowl from Jay. Audrey made a noise of interest, shifting against the railing to hip check Carlos, regaining his attention.

“What was that all about? Is Harry Hook into you?!” She looked a cross between scandalized and intrigued, and Jane perked up as she looked from Carlos to the foursome of boys standing on the field.

“According to Gil, Harry Hook wants me to wear his jersey at tomorrow’s game.” He held up the jersey, showing off the name and number and just barely catching the gleeful smirk Harry shot at Jay.

“What about poor Jay!?” Jane asked, her tone distraught as Audrey took the jersey to measure it against Carlos.

“Jay’s never asked me to wear his jersey, no.” Carlos stated teasingly, and Jane swatted at his arm with a frown. “Well it’s true! No one’s ever wanted me to even be seen with them in public before you agreed to go with me to cotillion, Jane.” The two girls made noises of sympathy, and Carlos waved them off with a scowl. “Stop that, ugh. Look, no one is flirting with me, no one actually wants me to wear their jersey, I’m pretty sure this is all some elaborate prank that I’m the butt of, because no one wants to date me. Okay?” His tone was sour, and he turned to slump against the rail as Audrey and Jane exchanged a look.

“Carlos…I know we tease you, but you have to know that you’re attractive. I mean, I had a crush on you, didn’t I?” Jane’s words were soft spoken, and Carlos glanced at the girl before giving a soft sigh.

“I don’t know why. I’m just…” he gestured to himself, and Audrey frowned.

“Just what, a total hottie? Apparently the guy all the bad boys want? Oh, my god, Carlos. They are literally fighting for your attention out there. Seriously. Turn your face around and actually look at the two idiots who are trying to get your attention.” Carlos let Audrey turn him, taking in how though the team appeared to be doing suicide drills (something Carlos 100% did not miss) Jay and Harry seemed to be in some sort of competition with each other, the two occasionally glancing towards the bleachers to see if Carlos was paying attention. Carlos wrinkled his nose, tilting his head slightly as Harry attempted to trip Jay, the ex-thief jumping over the extended foot and flipping the other off.

“Maybe they’re trying to impress one of you.” He offered, eyes following as the two continued their run, the rest of the team trailing behind some, before returning his attention to the girls. “Maybe they’re trying to impress…hum. Ben.” Audrey snorted, giving him a delicate shove as the Coach blew his whistle, calling the team in.

“Oh, they’re coming over here.” Jane grinned as Carlos glanced back towards the two, brow furrowed as they made their way over.

“Hey, C! You guys not doing cheer practice today?” Jay barely spared a look at either girl, leaning against the railing that separated the bleachers from the players benches.

“No, there was a bake sale interference so I’m just going to run some laps while I wait for you today. Hi, Harry.” Harry grinned, half draping himself over Jay as his gaze focused in on the jersey still in Carlos’ hands.

“Carlos. Gil said he gave you my jersey and you said you’d think about wearing it.” Carlos gave a small nod, and Harry leant forward some, grin widening. “Have you thought about it? It would make me very happy to have you cheering for me during the game.” Jay scowled, reaching to snatch the jersey from Carlos’ hands to shove back at the ex-pirate angrily.

“It he wears anyone’s jersey it’ll be mine, right C?” Carlos gaped at the two, and Jay turned back to look at him, a worried look on his face. “Carlos? You wouldn’t wear his jersey over mine, right? He’s been nothing but a jerk to you our whole lives!” Beside Carlos, Jane frowned, shifting awkwardly as she raised her hand to catch their attention.

“From what I’ve been told, you also were a jerk to Carlos for a long time. You changed, whose to say Harry can’t?” She recoiled slightly at the dark look Jay sent her, and squeaked outright when Harry clapped a hand on her arm, positively glowing at her comment.

“Yeah, Jay! You changed, who says I can’t change? I never stole his books, unlike someone.” Jay scowled, reaching to give Harry a shove before turning pleading eyes to Carlos, who simply stood between the two girls, head tilted curiously.

“I didn’t really know you then, that’s not fair. He use to try to push you under the barges when they came in! I always made sure you got onto them!” Carlos hummed, and Harry balked slightly at the accusation.

“Better than what Uma wanted me to do to him! I was protecting him best I could without raising suspicions!” The girls exchanged a concerned look as Harry shoved Jay back, the long haired teen growling as he raised a fist. Carlos leant over the rail, a frown darkening his expression as he grasped Jay’s fist in on hand, Harry’s shoulder in the other to prevent a full fledged fight from breaking out.

“Stop it. I’m not worth getting suspended from the team due to fighting over, idiots.” The words were spoken nearly whisper soft, and Jay dropped his hand immediately, ashamed of his actions. Harry let the tension leave his shoulders, biting his lower lip a moment before glancing towards where Ben stood, looking ready to intervene.

“I do like you, Carlos. You’re smart, and cute, and feisty. But-” he hesitated, wrinkling his nose slightly as though the words physically hurt him to say, “- I know that I can’t force you to do something you don’t want to do. Ben’s been very…adamant about that particular rule. And personal space.” He shrugged, taking a small step back from Jay, giving them both space without really moving away from Carlos. “I would like you to wear my jersey but I understand if you don’t want to. But I would like to try to be mates…if that’s agreeable. Until you’re comfortable with me, and might consider being together with me.” Jay glanced from Harry to Carlos, who had flushed slightly under the attention.

“And it’s not fair of me to just assume you’ll cheer me on, C. But I’d really like it if you did. I like you, I thought we had something but…was I wrong?” Carlos’ stomach dropped at the downtrodden expression on his best friends face, and he shifted awkwardly, unsure what to do.

“I…I don’t know what to do here. No one has ever shown an interest in me before? I…of course we have something Jay, you’re my best friend. And you’re incredibly attractive, like you don’t know that jerk.” He offered a shy smile as an idea came to him. “Couldn’t I cheer both of you on for this game? I was going to be cheering you on anyways, Jay, but Harry did ask me…” the two older teens exchanged a wordless look, silent for a long minute before both nodded, serious looks on their faces.

“That seems fair, and really the two of you can’t expect him to just pick one of you suddenly, the boy didn’t even know he had options until Jane and I pointed it out. So maybe give him a chance to figure it out?” Audrey’s tone was almost bored as she slung her pink and blue duffle over her shoulder, brow raised as she gestured for Jane to get her own bag. “Also, come on Carlos, we’ll go into the gymnasium and practice vaults, you’re clearly too much of a distraction for these two since Coach is coming over here now.” All eyes turned to where the coach was stalking across the field, and Jay chuckled nervously.

“Seems fair. I’ll come get you in the gym to go to Tiana’s after then?” Carlos nodded, and as the boys turned to head back out onto the field, the three remaining teens heard Harry hiss ‘you’re taking him on a date today? That’s cheating!’. Jane giggled, linking her arm with Carlos as the trio started towards the gym. Carlos paused halfway, letting out a loud groan as the two girls gave him a questioning look.

“Now I have to figure out how to wear both shirts!”

pandashrine  asked:

*bangs hands on table* tell me about vinnie

my boy

1: sexuality headcanon

gay but at this point in canon hes still sorta like. hes figuring it out

2: otp

its cavendish, what’re you gonna do?

3: brotp

milo! his son!!! his boy!!!!!

4: notp

with savannah shes gay lads

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

actually a really competent time agent like, has actually worked on some very big missions and stuff before. its just trying to get him to do something he doesnt care about is uh….. it hard.

(also hes has adhd but thats just canon)

6: one way in which I relate to this character

the combination of seeming to not care while also doing lots of unfortunate background jobs that just need doing, and when asked just going ٩( ᐛ )و someones gotta

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

honestly vinnie? a lil desperate buddy a little clingy you gotta play it more cool


8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

HES LITERALLY A TIME CRIMINAL 

(still accepting characters for this meme~!)

tekhearthazenyatta replied to your post: ������

// i was sitting here perplexed by the idea that youre reserved but. then i remembered that i find IMs exhausting. that makes… sense

YEAH like i can talk non-stop on here and through asks (to some extent) but IMs, especially on here, are just… so tiring. i usually have to like know someone for months and months before i’ll add them to skype bc i need to be sure that they’re not going to message me non-stop if i’m being quiet slkfjsdhfdjsf rip.

  • Dorothy: Wait, what happened?
  • Red: I woke you up with true love's kiss!
  • Dorothy: True love's kiss? You're cool and all but we only hung out for like, half a day? Shouldn't we at least, I dunno, get dinner or something between meeting and True Love's Kiss?
  • Red: Look, the episode is called Ruby Slippers. Do you wanna be the one to argue with the title?
I have a headcanon

That Beyond tells really terrible jokes and puns while arranging his murder scenes. Like “is that a knife in your leg or are you just happy to see me?” and “You’re DEAD silent, mate. Did you get some GRAVE news” and disembowling someone like “gotta give it to you, you’ve got a lot of guts” and genuinely finds himself hilarious and ends up telling the bodies how it’s a shame they can’t hear him because he’s hilarious and they would be laughing their heads off.

But this extends to when he sets himself on fire too. Where, just when he’s begun burning, he pauses for a moment to announce “is it hot in here, or is it just me?” before falling to the ground and screaming in agony.

I don’t know. I just feel like puns are something Beyond would be all over.