terrible weakness


Lance is gone, and Keith is the only one who remembers. But his memories are breaking, and he’s starting to doubt himself. There’s a voice in his head that sounds a lot like Lance. But it’s…incomplete.

I blame @y-annah for all of this.


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“It’s good to see you again, Inquisitor. It has been too long.”

Never regret the past. It’s a waste of time. There’s a reason for everything – every mistake, every moment of weakness, every terrible thing that has happened to you. Grow from it. The only way you can ever get the respect of others is when you show them that you respect yourself, and most importantly, do your thing and never apologize for being you.

“People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.”
― Neil Gaiman

Pisces Rising: Once you realize you are responsible of yourself and that you should take care of it just as much you take care of your pet or your favorite plant, then you will no longer feel terrible or weak. You are all you got, as for everything in the world comes to an end one day but you got you every day you wake, so love you cause you deserve this self love before going out and putting love in others. 

Pisces is ruled by Neptune, the planet of dreams and illusion but it is also about solitude and spirituality. You will never figure out a Pisces, you can try but you will fail. They are ambiguous, with soft aura that keeps inviting you when but you tend to find the door in closed. Pisces is an ocean of mystery, chaos, depth and emptiness all in the same time. Pisces don’t only escape from responsibility and reality, they also try to escape from themselves. They might try to deny that they are alive, existing in a real world where they have to actually exist and do stuff. Pisces wants to be everywhere yet nowhere, it wants to be found but it also loves being lost. This duality is the thing that can drive people crazy wanting to know more about Pisces and try to figure them out. 

Pisces rising aura is always ethereal, soft and hypnotic as if you are under a spell when you look at them. They are the type of people you won’t notice when you are a round you but somehow they always find a way to stick into your mind and slowly you will discover you can’t stop thinking or dreaming about them as if they live in a corner in your head and won’t leave. Once you have a taste of Pisces rising you will come for more as you start to see them as a deep ocean filled with dreams and secrets and needs to be explored. Their ability to endure the harshness of life and yet somehow be able to give back love and optimism will always be a reason to love Pisces rising. They may view life in a different way but we do need people like them who sees the good in everything.  

With this rising you will have on your 7th house/the descendant the sign of Virgo. It is your opposite sign and it suppose to indicate the type of partners you like and how you will behave when in love. It is your opposite sign and it is the sign that balances you out, you may think of it as your shadow side when you are in private or in love. With Virgo on 7th on the descendant you desire someone who is who can pick up on details that you may miss. Someone to sober you up when you are way up in dream land, someone to balance you. Someone to be patient with you and shows you how to be a little more realistic. You want someone who can tell how things truly seem when everything becomes unclear. You want someone to be your helping hand when you feel lost or lonely.

Features: They depend on the planets that exist on the first house, so having other planets can change your features from your typical Pisces rising.  

The eyes tend to be big or wide and they tend to express how they feel through their eyes. The nose to be crooked a little and it tends to be small and has a strong tip at the end. The lips are plum, the upper tends to be thing but the other tends to be full. They also usually have dimples and their face gives lots of innocent vibes. 

infpqueen  asked:

Sorry I'm not sure if you're still taking prompts but can I have Klance with guitar playing Lance? Your writing is just beautiful!

WITH ABSOLUTE PLEASURE and thank you so much <3 <3

Can you tell I have a terrible weakness for making these two get overwhelmed and just kiss because they’re terrible at talking

           Keith still couldn’t quite believe it. He ran his hand across the wood and the strings, gently tweaking the tuning machines, strumming gently. He felt a soft smile spread across his face. It had been years since he had owned a guitar; he had never thought to find one in space. Granted, the people who had sold it had called it a thrummo and he had to adjust the tuning, but it was indisputably a guitar. He hesitantly tested his fingering, moving slowly from one cord to another, then speeding up, a bud of warm joy growing in his chest as the music flowed beneath his fingers. As he found his fingers remembered all their patterns, knew where to go and when, he started to improvise a tune, something simple, stealing half-remembered lines of melodies drawn from fuzzy recollections of learning to play, watching online videos over and over, fingers slipping on the strings until they bled, day after day until he’d grown calluses to cover them. His eyes slid halfway closed, listening to the music, occasionally wincing at a sour note, until eventually he found his way back to the tonic cord and let the vibrations fade into silence. He sat back with a smile, eyes closed, tilting his head back and reveling in the peace the music brought up. Until, that is, he was jolted out of his by soft applause. His head jerked up to see Lance standing in the doorway, clapping. When Keith’s eyes opened, his hands spread in apology.

           “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” he said. “I heard the music, I didn’t realize… I was wondering what you had bought on Gripzin. I had no idea you could play the guitar!” Keith’s temper, so ready to flare up at the mere sight of the Blue Paladin, fizzled at the sincere admiration on Lance’s face. He shrugged.

           “I’m probably not that good anymore,” he said. “It’s been a couple years.”

           “You sounded amazing to me,” Lance said. “Um, do you mind if I…?” he hesitated with one foot over the threshold.

           “…Sure,” Keith said, though he held the guitar slightly closer to his chest. Lance sauntered in and plopped down on the floor next to Keith, staring at the guitar.

           “My little brother was just starting his lessons when I left for the Garrison,” Lance said. He sighed and leaned back against the wall. “I bet he’s amazing at it by now. That or he’s terrible and everyone at home hates him,” he chuckled.

           “Do you play anything?” Keith asked, still clutching the guitar a little tighter than was necessary. Lance shook his head.

           “Nah. I’ve never exactly been a natural at numbers and physics, so studying to be a pilot was pretty much my entire life. I wouldn’t have had time for practice.” He sighed wistfully. “I love music though. I had a player tucked in my pocket when we left the Garrison, I must have listened to every song on it a hundred times since we got here.” Keith chewed his lip, considering. He bent over the guitar and strummed and experimental cord. Lance sat back up straight, looking at him.

           “What song are y—?”

           “Shhh,” Keith hushed him, and strummed the cord again. He began a quick tune full of sharps and clashing cords, shifting under his fingers as fast as he could move them. Lance was watching him with rapt attention, but Keith carefully avoided looking at him as the key of the song changed, bringing in a swell of major fifths and octaves, soaring and plummeting back into something quiet, soft, and sweet, fingers picking out the melody slowly and carefully, letting each strum hover and fade before the next. The song ended on a question mark, the melody not quite fully resolved. Keith sat back slowly, still not quite looking at Lance.

           “Keith,” he heard, murmured softly. “That was beautiful. What song was that?” Keith swallowed, briefly considered bolting, then considered lying, and finally bit the bullet and told the truth.

           “It’s mine. Or, actually, it’s… yours. I… made it up for you. About you. It’s a song about you.” He winced, waiting for a response. Lance was silent so long he finally dared glance over. Lance’s lips were parted slightly, his eyes shining.

           “Keith…” he said. “I… don’t know what to say.”

           “You don’t have to say anything,” he said, moving to put the guitar down, but Lance stopped him with a hand on his arm.

           “No, I… I do. That was… It was beautiful, Keith. Really. I’m not just saying that because I’m supposed to or whatever, it really, really was, it—” Keith spun abruptly and pressed his lips briefly against Lance’s cheek. He quickly jumped up, put the guitar down gently on his bed, and hurried out of the room, an uncontrollable smile cracking his cheeks.

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fun fact piper has such a strong aversion to letting herself cry that whenever she panics or feels a really bad need 2 just start crying for whatever reason she darts off to a private place, covers her mouth w/ her hands and takes one or two really deep breaths to get herself to quit its incredibly unhealthy