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Always Has Been

Alo! Psh, so, CORAN AND LANCE BONDING MOMENT BC YES. This is like the fourth chapter of Don’t Put Out the Glow fic I have in my Ao3, but yeah! You can read it separetly. 

The main point here is that Lance is beated up as hell (that happens in chapter 1) and he’s bed resting and the team takes turn to watch over him and take care of him and this time it was Coran’s turn!! 

So, link to read from the start is here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9630371/chapters/21758132

But like I said, *shrugs* you don’t have to, just know that Lance is emotional and beated up bc of their last mission. 

Ps. I have the hc that Alteans’s language was …well greek bc I’m not creative enough to come up with cute nicknames in alien language SO GREEK: 

kardiá liontarioú (greek) means lion heart.
mikró ílio (also greek) means little sun.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


“And there I was: Alone with only my flubber and my tutter with at least fifty hundred Deditions. It was hopeless for any Altean…except for me! I stared at the eye of Death smugly and attacked without mercy. Victory was so close I could taste it, quite literal because one of the Deditions fell into my mouth, I might add. Time became slow and it was as I was in a hurricane and there was no escape but do you know what I did,  my boy?”

“What did you do, Coran?” Lance asks quietly, smiling softly at the Altean as he takes a sip from his cup.

“I beat every single one of those Deditions! It was the most satisfying victory of all, my boy!”

The brunet giggles under his breath. “But, Coran, aren’t Deditions like small puppies?”

“My boy! Their piles of cuddles and big shiny eyes could kill an entire army! No one is able to resist their cuteness!”

“Except you.”

“You can survive any outside cuteness when you see this face every day, my boy.” Coran says proudly as he points at his own face and he grins when the brunet laughs gleefully.

“Can’t argue with that logic.”

Coran smiles as he watches Lance chuckle softly. The brunet still has a big bump on his right side of his head, the corner of his lower lip is covered in dried blood and his eye is not as swollen as before but still sensitive and red.

Lance still looks bad but the bright smile on his face tunes out every visible injury and Coran can’t be more grateful with the universe for allowing him to see that smile.

“You know,” He starts after a few minutes in silence, voice gentle and longing, his eyes still looking at Lance fondly, “You remind me of my son.”

Lance’s laughter stops abruptly and then turns his head towards Coran, mouth wide open in surprise and then he’s frowning concern.

“Coran –” He starts, voice small and hesitant but Coran cuts him off by standing from the chair and walking towards the brunet, taking seat on the corner of the bed besides Lance.

“He was a good lad. He had his mother’s hair and eyes but besides that he was a mini me.” Coran chuckles, crossing his right leg across his left one and dropping his elbow on it, resting his chin against his open palm, “His mother used to say that we should have named him Coran Jr; saying that it fitted him better with his wild personality and loud upbeat voice.”

Lance licks his lips nervously and then speaks in small voice, “What was his name?”

“Lyon.” Coran replies calmly, “His name was Lyon.”

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anonymous asked:

i keep fuckin thinking about kent parson's rookie year in vegas. like he's 18 and just went first in the draft and jack's in fucking rehab and. does he know he's been dumped at this point, or is he still trying to call jack every day thinking he might get through this time and everything will be ok again? is he living on his own in a way too empty condo or is he billeting with an older teammate that he doesn't know and trying to pretend like he's totally ok even though he's way out of his depth

Oh my God I have so many feelings and zero answers for you I’m so sorry.

Well, maybe some answers, but to be honest a lot of these things change for me depending on the particulars of the narrative I happen to be telling. 

Some thoughts:

I think Kent definitely knows Jack is rejecting him, but he’s also entirely convinced it’s temporary. I think his emotional IQ is high enough to realize Jack is pretty obviously saying “I don’t want you and I wasn’t in love with you” and that’s probably compounded by Kent’s mental illness(es); he’s pretty terrified of abandonment so like, it’s ridiculously damn easy to see that in what happens when Jack won’t talk to him in rehab (because, uh, it’s kinda true tbh, whether or not you think Jack was right to cut Kent out of his life). BUT Kent is also convinced Jack is his One True Love. His delusion isn’t that Jack didn’t leave, it’s that Jack won’t stay gone and Kent can get him back. The strategy for accomplishing this is what changes the most.

If the Aces management let Kent buy a condo by himself and live there alone I will personally rip a fabric through space and time and crawl into the universe these people live in and strangle them myself. From what I understand, most teams push rookies pretty heavily to at least live with each other, if not someone older who won’t let them eat nothing but ketchup straight from the bottle for three days because they forgot groceries. Unless specified otherwise w/in a fic, my personal headcanon is that Kent lived with Jeff Troy his rookie year and tried very hard to not cry loud enough at night for Jeff and his girlfriend to hear.

Kent Parson vs. alcohol also changes depending on what story I happen to be telling haha, but more often than not I see him drinking pretty heavily as both a coping mechanism and part of his I Am Totally Super Normal and Fine routine. Does anyone see through it? Maybe like, a couple of guys. Jeff, definitely, because he’s perceptive and I also headcanon him with my OFC who takes one look at Kent Parson and kill bill sirens go off in her head about his mental health, and literally kicks Jeff in the ass to talk to this scared child. 

Overall, rookie year is Not a Good Year no matter how you slice it, but I do think Kent had what I’ve heard described as a “pocket of functioning” which is still being really fucking good at hockey. We know from N’s timeline that the Aces won a Cup while Jack was still coaching pee wee, which means either Kent’s rookie year or the year after he basically lead the team to a Cup. So I think that probably makes it even less likely anyone important noticed what was wrong because hey, the kid’s young and in over his head and dumb but we brought him here to play hockey and he sure plays some fucking hockey, eh?

So uh…idk if you sent me this ask because you wanted to hear me ramble semi-coherently about KVP but here you go I guess? haha

Something I read earlier I found really accurate and interesting and I feel I should share it and explain it a bit.

A diagnosis is one persons opinion on your symptoms.

Any diagnosis you get professional or otherwise is affected by perspective and bias, a self diagnosis can be wrong but a professional one also isn’t inherently more correct. Diagnostic labels are in many ways flawed because they’re an attempt to apply singular labels to complex combinations of symptoms.

They can still be important and useful but if you’re ever given one that seems wrong you’re not required to agree. You’ve been living with your symptoms for longer than any doctor has been observing them. Your opinion matters too.

A long while ago I got into a bit of a debate with a friend who is deeply into Greek mythology about how the theoi would rather stay immortal or not. She didn’t know I was a Hellenic polytheist (still doesn’t).

She said that the gods would want to become mortal to really experience the beauty of life itself. And I said to her that the gods would be rather happy where they are. She then said to me “you clearly don’t know Greek mythology then.”

The fact she said that kinda hurt me but I do wonder if she’s right or not. What do you guys think?

brought to you by me spending midnight to six thirty am in the airport, the obligatory “dregs stuck overnight in an airport” post, written by me on no sleep

  • nina heads immediately for the late-night coffee shop
  • matthias is that friend who’s like “we should probably try and sleep” and insists that sleeping on seats in the departure lounge is manageable, also refuses to admit that nobody can fall asleep on them and lies there for a good three hours just to make a point
  • jesper spends a good amount of time just walking around and exploring, wandering in and out of all the shops, going up and down stairs and corridors just to see what’s there (until an irate security guard pointedly redirects him back into the central departure lounge).  he probably drags wylan with him 
  • there’s a small twenty-four hour restaurant that they both end up at and spend most of the night in.  they order full meals and drinks just because they can, and stay way past the time the staff should have made them leave.  wylan falls asleep sometime after four, lying across one of the benches with his head on jesper’s legs
  • jesper is more than alright with this arrangement.  sitting there absentmindedly running a hand through wylan’s hair and people-watching is more peaceful than you might expect a relatively crowded airport to be in the early hours of the morning
  • after a few hours, matthias finally admits defeat and joins nina at the coffee shop.  she grins and wordlessly slides a mug over to him.  they have a makeshift date in the early hours of the morning (matthias tells nina about the book he’s reading.  she makes him listen to an entire album of obnoxious pop music she stole from jesper.) and it’s actually matthias’ favourite part of the whole trip
  • kuwei’s been in the corner with his headphones and a book since they checked in, but will occasionally look up to complain about how uncomfortable the seats are or how long they’re waiting.  he’s also that asshole that can fall asleep anywhere and eventually does just that, curled up on one of the airport seats in the most uncomfortable-looking position, but he’s fine
  • nina finds out the duty free shop is open all night and almost misses boarding with how long she’s in there.  she emerges with armfuls of new purchases and has to sit on her suitcase to make them all fit
  • kaz is Not a fan of airports.  they’re too busy and bright and crowded and there’s nowhere comfortable to sit if you can even find an empty seat, there’s too many tourists, everything is overpriced,
  • he probably just sits in the least-crowded area he can find, sipping coffee and scrolling on his phone.  after a while, inej joins him.  she doesn’t sleep well in airports so they spend a couple of hours just sitting together in silence, until at one point kaz looks up and sees inej has fallen asleep, head resting on folded arms and hair falling across the table.  it doesn’t affect him in the slightest, not at all, he’s definitely not staring
  • (he certainly doesn’t drape his jacket around her shoulders before going back to his coffee and his phone.  nina didn’t see a thing.  shut up, nina.)

anonymous asked:

for the anons who keep asking about backgrounds, google ' tineye labs ' and click on the first result. go to the color extraction option, upload the picture, sidebar icon, etc, and it finds images for you with the same color palette. you can filter the tags by typing "scenery, buildings, beaches" etc. !

ohh man this is so helpful, thanks for this !!

minimikan  asked:

SHOW US THE SHITPOSTS THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL

U ASKED FOR IT….HERE U ARE (KEEP IN MIND SOME OF THIS IS REALLY OLD ART) (ALSO I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER ANON)

also i lied about there being no WoH they’re in here

first up we have the crack AU me and my friends made up: Instead of a killing game, it’s an Uno tournament. If you lose, you’re out.

I forgot how to draw Komaru orz

Next up we have the Naegi sibs strangling Junko

Why did I draw them like rotisserie chickens? I dont know

Next we have a shitpost I made in a skype call. Make of it what you will.

everyone is alive except peko

i really don’t like komaeda but i shitpost about him anyway

me and my friend on flockdraw (hey look it’s that one nagisa)

OKAY SO THIS NEXT ONE IS GONNA NEED SOME EXPLAINING

I was in a Skype call trying to draw with my left hand and my friend and I made up a story…Kotoko is trying to shoot Nagisa (why? Idk) and jataro is trying to backstab Nagisa, Komaeda is trying to stop them and Masaru is gonna jump on Komaeda. Also Hinata is crying.

This is just a draw your squad meme lmao

I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS SHIT

BONUS: THE FIRST DANGANRONPA THING I EVER DREW:

(I spelled literally wrong smh)

we hate batman club begins

blame @batmanrogues for this monstrosity 

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The room was like something out of a bad gangster movie. It was obviously some kind of storage room, so Edward Nigma deduced, judging by the shelves pushed up against the walls of the dimly lit room. A single light bulb flickered directly above him. As it was, he was tied to a chair, bound in rope at the hands and the feet. Perhaps the most humiliating part was the red ball gag in his mouth. He was having trouble not drooling all over himself because of it.

His captors were not ones for subtly. He took a breath and inhaled the stench Malboro cigarettes. Ah, Constantine.

A door behind him broke open with a heavy, metallic sound. “So, you found him?” Another familiar voice. Lantern.

“Well you could say that…” The Englishman came into view, trench coat bloodied and cigarette hanging out of his mouth. John sounded bored.

Lantern followed, glowing green suit a harsh, sharp contrast against the dimness of the room. It made Edward squint. Lantern’s mouth fell open slightly and he turned to John with a baffled look on his face, “You could have just used a gagging spell.”

“True,” John admitted. “But this is far more entertaining, wouldn’t you admit, mate?”

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but the thing is, lydia didn’t just know alec was gay and had feelings for magnus, she was… smug about it? when clary asked her how well she knows him lydia was so condescending with the raised eyebrows and ‘you’re talking about alec’s feelings for magnus? im not blind.’ it just. idk it comes off as her seeing it as some victory for herself that she ‘called it’ i guess, there’s such a vibe i get from that scene that’s like, a straight woman who boasts about having a good ‘gaydar’ and it makes me so uncomfortable. esp. considering that she then goes on about how he’s so noble and honorable for marrying her anyway and she admires him for it which, again. straight women have such a weird obsession with gay men and with their suffering and im honestly just so glad alec got out of that situation and is now in a healthy, loving relationship with his boyfriend.

Hey

If you’re a lesbian and use the split attraction model to define yourself, that’s okay.

If you’re a lesbian and mental illness makes it difficult for you to grasp your sexuality, that’s okay.

If you’re a lesbian and trauma has made you aro or ace, that’s okay.

If you’re a lesbian through trauma, that’s okay.

If you’re a nonbinary lesbian and your gender makes your grasp on your sexuality shaky, that’s okay.

You’re still a lesbian. You’re not fake or Lesbian Lite.

And if you’re a lesbian who found yourself through the split of attraction model but don’t feel you need to use it anymore, that’s okay too.

You’re enough. You’re real and you’re beautiful.

And you’re okay.