the angry ones are the train ones

7 Reasons Why

So…. I am currently watching the new tv show “13 Reasons Why” and my mind decided to make a tragically-beautiful connection tooooo can you guess what?? YUP LANCE!! So here are my thoughts once again… hope you enjoy and feel free to comment any other ideas!!
*NOTE* I’m lowkey crying as I’m writing this. My heart isn’t okay. I’m not okay, okay?? *MORE NOTES* So this came out kinda different than the show/book but i hope yall kinda get the idea

  • Lance was dead. Had committed suicide to be exact. And he left his story behind.
  • The tapes appeared from nowhere. No one knew where they came from or where they disappeared to. No one knew that the tapes contained so much in such a small amount of time. No one knew that these tapes would become an ugly part of them.
  • “Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain (KINDA LOVE THIS LAST NAME) here. Live and in stereo.”
  • Lance starts off by explaining his “7 Reasons Why” (hahaha get it? Cuz he’s the seventh wheel?? *cries*) he committed suicide and his two rules.
    • “Rule number one. You must listen to the tapes. I’m not gonna lie. This is going to be hard to do but you MUST LISTEN.”
    • “Rule number two. When you are done, you must leave them where you found them. And if you, oh lets say, decide to throw them away, tsk tsk tsk…. bad things will happen.”
  • “First and foremost, our mighty and heroic leader, Shiro.”
    • “I wasn’t good enought to be praised by you.” Lance explains that Shiro was a good leader, a great leader one might say. Unreplacable, “unlike me.” So why was it that he never told Lance “great job” or “thanks for the help.” Why did he alway care so much for Keith? Told him “great job out there” and patted him on the back after every battle. Why did he always take his side even when he was in the wrong? Why did he treat Pidge like a little sister? Always taking care of them and making sure they were getting enough sleep. Always being so nice and caring to both. “You were always my hero but why did you not act like it?” He never payed attention when Lance didnt get enough sleep or didnt eat or was sick. Always making him work and train. Always pointing out his flaws without helping him improve them. “Why, Shiro, did you not care for me?”
  • “Can you guess our number two?? Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me this time. *laughs* First time being number two, our excellent number one paladin, Keith!”
    • “Keith my man, I loved you.” (Klangst? WHY TF NOT?!?) Lance always loved Keith, always looked up to him too. He loved to joke around with him, loved to rile him up, loved to bicker with him because thats how he got to talk to him. He knew that they were playing around so why did it hurt so much? “Why Keith, did you always tell me I wasn’t good enough?” Always telling him to leave you alone, always “you’re annoying me” and never “please stay.” Keith always reminded Lance that he was never good enough, never up to his level, never realizing how lance felt. But how could Lance blame him? However, sometimes Keith, you, took it to far to the point where my heart was too broken to put back together. “I’ve always loved you but you made it so easy to hate you, too.”
  • “My favorite green paladin, my little space sister (female pronouns for this), my gaming buddy, Pidge.”
    • “Pidge, did you even ever realize that I saw you as my sister?” Lance saw his little sister in Pidge. He always, like Shiro, did his best to make sure they stayed healthy. He was always fussing over her eating and sleeping habits. So why did she never appreciate him? “Pidge, you never even said thanks you.” Lance just wanted to be a brother to her. So why did she make him a disposable replacement for her missing brother? Always using him when necessary and then throwing him away when it got too much for her? “Leave me alone Lance. Im working.” Pidge sometimes said really hurtful comments to Lance and she never let him help her because why would she let someone “annoying” help? In, reality Pidge was his sister but according to Pidge, “You are not my brother, Lance. Matt is.”
  • “Hunk, my precious beautiful friend. You did nothing wrong but you also did nothing at all.”
    • “Where to start?” Hunk had always been Lance’s best friend but after Voltron things changed. “I noticed that you and Pidge would hang out together, without me.” Lance just wants to be part of their group again. He tried so hard so join, to contribute, to help. But all he got was “you’re distracting us.” Although they didn’t hang out as much, Hunk was the first one to realize that something was wrong with Lance. “You left me alone.” Hunk saw him getting worse and changing throughout the days. He saw but didn’t do anything. “Hunk, why did you not do anything, if you noticed?” Lance wondered why Hunk left him by himself, why he didn’t try to reach out to him, why he didn’t invite him over, why didn’t he? “You could have helped but you didn’t.”
  • “Our beautiful space princess who will save the universe without moi, Allura.”
    • “Sometimes, your pushing for perfection was too much, not just for me but for everyone.” Lance always felt like the odd one out. Everyone was good at something but he never had a “thing” and Allura’s nagging didn’t help. “Keep up Lance!” Keep up with Keith in the training stimulator. Keep up with Pidge’s new machinery. Keep up with Shiro’s battle plans. Keep up with Hunk’s nee inventions. Keep up. “Again.” No matter how hard Lance tried, Allura was never satisfied. Never complementing him, never saying “good job,” never letting him rest, never telling he was good enough. “Why, Allura, did you never see how hard I was trying?”
  • “Lets talk about our seventh wheel, our number one *snickers* sharpshooter, Me! Lance!”
    • “In my opinion, I was the number one at fault for this occurrence.” Lance hated himself. He hated himself for feeling jealous, angry, sad, homesick, depressed. “I just wanted to be like the rest of you all.” Lance wanted to be as good as Keith and as strong as Shiro. He wanted to be as nice and comforting as Hunk. Wanted to be as smart as Pidge and as powerful as Allura. “I wish I wasn’t so selfish.” Lance thought he was selfish. He wished to get “thanks you’s” from the rest. Wished he get praised from Shiro and Allura. Wished Keith would feel the same way. Wished he was home with his famiy. He wished and wished and he hated it. “I wished I was home.”
  • “My favorite alien, Coran, the one who took care of me and who noticed me struggling. Yes, he tried to help but I guess it wasn’t enough since I’m dead now.”
    • “You let me walk away.” Coran tried helping Lance in his own way. But how could an alien understand some Earthly emotions? “We talked but sometimes it was just you talking.” Coran tried to get Lance to open up to him but failed. He always cut off Lance with his own stories so he never let Lance say what was bothering him. “Coran, you were like an uncle to me.” Coran reminded Lance of his uncle and it kinda hurt him. He was constantly reminded of his family whenever he was with Coran. This made his emotions even worse when he talked to Coran because sometimes Coran didn’t understand him. The day Lance died, Coran had told him to just “move on.” Lance just got up and left but he secretly hoped that Coran would come after him. He didn’t. “You wanted me to move on from this and I did.”
  • “I’m sorry.”

Alright as much as I adore Yuuri and Victor being ridiculously in love and basically joined at the hip, I also love the idea of Yuuri, introvert that he is, just needing to be alone sometimes. After all, no matter how much you love someone with all your heart - a friend, a partner, a sibling - if you spend every waking hour of every waking day with them, that can be exhausting. They sleep together, train together, eat together, and are really only apart when one of them runs errands alone or one wakes up early to walk Makkachin in the morning while the other sleeps in, and sometimes Yuuri just needs to be by himself. 

Victor doesn’t understand at first. This whole thing is new to him anyway, and he doesn’t get that Yuuri isn’t mad at him when he retires early into movie night or occasionally seems to prefer the dog’s company to his. He’s frustrated that Yuuri won’t just tell him why he’s angry, and Yuuri is frustrated that Victor doesn’t understand that he isn’t. He really isn’t. 

It takes them some time and a few minor quarrels, but Victor slowly starts to realize what he means - that as much as Yuuri loves him (and he doesn’t doubt that Yuuri does), he needs time to himself, a place of his own. They share everything - a home, a bedroom, a bathroom, a rink - and Yuuri has very little to call his and his alone. 

So when Yuuri is away on a trip to visit his parents in Hasetsu - a trip that Victor knows he needed to take alone, just this once - Victor gets to work. 

He clears out the old dusty boxes and books from the small extra room, finds new places for some things and donates the rest of them. He vacuums and dusts and puts down a fluffy rug over the cold hard wood, puts in a kotatsu because he knows Yuuri’s feet get cold easily in the bitter Russian winter, and piles the love seat by the window high with every blanket and pillow he can spare. As a finishing touch he even puts in a doggy door so that Makkachin can come and go as he pleases even whenever Yuuri wants to keep the door shut.

When Yuuri comes home and gets unpacked, Victor hustles him over to the room with a grin on his face. And Yuuri is confused at first: “Vitya, what is this?” And Victor just smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek. “It’s your room.” 

At first he can see the tiniest glint of anxiety flitting across Yuuri’s eyes, can practically hear him wondering if Victor is kicking him out of their bed, and he is quick to correct him. To tell him that he knows he doesn’t understand fully what goes on in Yuuri’s head, but that he also knows Yuuri needed his own space. To keep him sane, to keep him calm, and when Yuuri realizes - really realizes - what Victor has done for him, he could cry.

Sometimes they curl up together on the loveseat and watch snow fall outside, or eat together with their feet tucked warmed under the kotatsu. Sometimes Yuuri lounges with a book or his music and Makkachin on his lap. Sometimes he keeps the door open, and sometimes he shuts it, and that’s okay too, because he always comes out eventually, and he seems lighter, more rested, more calm. 

Victor doesn’t need to spend every second with him to know he loves him. Knowing Yuuri is happy and comfortable makes the time they spend together so much sweeter.

jigglejaggle  asked:

Can you write this prompt of yours? Lance and Keith are dating and sometimes bicker but one day it turns out into an almost real fight and Keith goes to push him( they were training before they were fighting and they’re in the training room) and as he does Lance just stumbles back. He bites back with angry words and Says something bad (dunno what) and Keith just swings at him. He stops immediately as he sees Lance flinch inwardly, eyes shutting and body stiffening, like he’s used to being hit.

Yup. Can do. Honestly it’s one of my favorites that I’ve come up with. I love langst. It’ll be kind of tooth rotting fluff after all the langst. (This’ll take after Shiro was gone but they got him back. But the stress from the incident not gone yet)

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Lance didn’t know what had started the “argument”, all he knew was that he was pissed. Keith just had to run his mouth all the damn time. All the time. Even if Lance was doing his best to be useful to his boyfriend and his team. They had been doing great as a couple so far. But the stress from being cooped up for so long making everyone grumpy.

“No wonder you’re so fucking useless all the time,” Keith remarked, pushing Lance by his shoulders since he was so close and it made Keith angrier. Keith really didn’t mean it, but Lance was just so frustrating. So full of himself but he couldn’t do one simple thing right at times. He loved Lance, but the things he used to find endearing were starting to frustrate him more and more.

Lance felt his heart crack at the comment, biting the inside of his cheek. The metallic taste of blood coating his tongue as he bit into it harder. He pushed Keith back, anger covering his usually happy go lucky features that were on his face. “Maybe if you weren’t such a hot head then maybe you could actually have protected Shiro when he disappeared,” he growled back, it was a low blow. Lance knew that.

Keith’s eyes darkened and his mouth thinned into a straight line. Lance’s stomach dropped as he saw the look on his face. He had seen it so many times. On his ex’s faces and his parents faces as he told them he was Bi before he left for the Garrison. His heart’s pace picked up as adrenaline flushed throughout his body.

Keith was seeing red by now, Lance knew he hated what had happened. Then he had to bring it up, especially right now. A small growl rumbled In his chest as his body moved on its own. He swung straight for Lance.

Lance saw how Keith’s muscles contracted and his glare seemed to tear deep into his heart. As he saw the punch coming he prepared himself like he used to. His old habit of flinching and seizing up whenever someone moved too fast towards him or lashed out their arms quickly. His scrunched his face up and his body stiffened as his breathing quickened. He was waiting for it. The similar feeling of pain flashing against his skin and sending him tumbling backwards and tears rising up to his eyes. Though it never came.

Slowly he opened his eyes to see Keith’s fist stopped an inch or so away from his face. His eyes wide in obvious surprise and realization as to what Lance’s reaction was. Lance deflated, not wanting to spill about his past. He couldn’t, especially not with Keith. Keith who “hated him” at times.

Keith was surprised by Lance’s reaction. It was terrifying. Realization sunk into his gut and tightened his chest as he knew that Lance would have never reacted that quickly if he hadn’t seen that scenario before many times. His hand uncle cues from the tight fist he had it in and he slowly relaxed. Worry bubbling up his theist as he looked at Lance, who was looking at Keith with the most terrified look. That look stung Keith’s heart and could probably end even the worst battles.

Lance was shaking, afraid of Keith. Afraid of what Keith was going to do. “Oh my god… Lance..” he whispered and looked at him sadly. Slowly he carefully gathered a shaking Lance up into his arms. “I’m so sorry. Lance. Baby..” he whispered. Lance let out a choked sob as tears gathered in his eyes. He didn’t have to explain to Keith of what had happened in his past because Keith knew his reaction from experience.

Had Keith actually hit him, Lance wasn’t sure what would’ve happened. He had a feeling he would’ve returned to covering up everything with his usual facade of a happy go lucky boy. Keith’s heart shattered at the sobs that escaped Lance’s lips. “I’m so sorry Lance,” he was sorry for what had happened in the past and what he had been prepared to do at the time.

One of my least favorite things in the Prisoner of Azkaban film is the handling of the Scabbers-Crookshanks narrative, and more specifically how in the movies it’s a far more one-sided fight completely in favor of Hermione. In the movie we get one scene of Ron warning Hermione to keep her cat away from Scabbers—a Scabbers who is apparently not ill or who Ron isn’t bothering to medicate like in the books, and a Scabbers that Ron can apparently almost forget to bring to Hogwarts necessitating his mother to run after the train to give the rat to him.

Jump to Scabbers suddenly being missing, Ron accusing Crookshanks with no evidence and Hermione defending her cat. The two are angry, but there is no real emotion, no actual hurt behind the words. Crookshanks could have accidentally spilled Ron’s inkwell and he would sound just as angry.

Then not minutes later, they are in Hagrid’s Hut where their friend miraculously produces the rat—not without chiding Ron “you should take better care of your pets” which automatically frames the situation as Ron’s fault to the audience. To drive the point further home Hermione, rather than simply be relieved and happy for her friend that his pet was not actually eaten, immediately starts in with “I think you owe someone an apology”. Ron purposefully acts obtuse, and further removes himself from the audience’s sympathy by replying “Next time I see Crookshanks, I’ll let him know” allowing Hermione a self-righteous “I meant me!” as if this is the greatest affront of her life.

And none of this is how it is in the book. At all.

Firstly, Crookshanks makes multiple attempts on Scabbers’ life throughout the novel in front of the Trio. This is partly because Hermione continues to allow her cat near Scabbers despite Ron repeatedly telling her not to. Because he cares about Scabbers. Despite him being a hand-me-down and a bit dull, Scabbers is his pet and Ron cares about him. He gets him—likely expensive—tonic when Scabbers begins losing weight and fur, he takes to carrying him around to keep him safer from Crookshanks. Scabbers is his pet and we are shown that Ron would be very upset if he were to lose him.

This sets the stage for when he does, when Pettigrew as Scabbers fakes his death and frames Crookshanks. Keeping in mind Ron’s feelings about Scabbers this whole previous year, his resulting actions make perfect sense. He is incredibly upset with Hermione and confronts her, only for her to deny her cat had any involvement.

And yeah, maybe it seems like he’s being mean to Hermione by shutting her out—something that Harry also does during the Firebolt fight that is conveniently left out of the movie—but look at it from Ron’s point of view. Hermione’s pet was attempting to kill his pet all year. He repeatedly requested she keep her pet away from his, and Hermione largely did not respect that boundary. When confronted with pretty damning evidence considering the circumstances, Hermione still refused to admit any possible blame and defended her cat who almost certainly—again, considering the circumstances—ate his rat. And just a note, Harry is equally convinced Crookshanks did it, even if he’s not as emotionally charged in his conviction. Why shouldn’t Ron be angry with her? Why shouldn’t he want her to admit her cat’s fault? His friend refused to listen to him all year and is now seemingly disregarding his feelings because she’s too proud to admit she’s wrong.

But here’s the thing. Once Hermione comes to Harry and Ron with the news about Buckbeak losing his trial—something far more important—they make amends. In fact it is Ron who does the most. Just to refresh everyone’s memory:

“They can’t do this,” said Harry. “They can’t. Buckbeak isn’t dangerous.”

“Malfoy’s dad frightened the Committee into it,” said Hermione, wiping her eyes. “You know what he’s like. They’re a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There’ll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can’t see any hope…Nothing will have changed.”

“Yeah it will,” said Ron fiercely. “You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.”

“Oh, Ron!”

Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.

“Ron, I’m really, really sorry about Scabbers…,” she sobbed.

“Oh—well—he was old,” said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. “And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.”

(Prizoner of Azkaban, pages 291-292, Scholastic Hardback Edition)

Harry barely says anything in this scene, and it is mostly Ron who extends the olive branch. This makes sense as the matter primarily concerns him and Hermione, but I just want to make it clear that Ron is not pressured into forgiving her, he is not grudging about it. In fact, he is already offering her his help before she even apologizes, and once she does he immediately tries to downplay his hurt feelings over Scabbers’ loss—mostly out of a fourteen year-old’s discomfort with crying and hugging from girls they may or may not have a developing crush on. He doesn’t gloat over the apology or being right, and he instantly drops any hostility.

This is chapter fifteen out of a twenty-two chapter book. Hermione and Ron are not feuding up until nearly the end of third year, as depicted in the movie. Hermione does in fact apologize about Scabbers while Ron is not an ass about it, and the narrative leaves them off on mostly even ground. The rest of the book consists of Ron working on the appeal for Hermione as she prepares for all her exams, worrying over her impossible schedule, her health, and so on. They barely even bicker that entire duration.

Ron is a great friend to Hermione. The movies just didn’t want to show that.

anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.

Moody

Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Fluff, angst, PMS, period talk, swearing

A/N:

A sharp pain wakes you from a peaceful sleep, and before you even open your eyes you know what it is. Your period was a week early. ‘Fucking great,’ you think. Another stab of pain comes from your uterus and it makes you groan. This month seemed to be worse than usual, your mother did always say that extensive exercise made cramps worse. And with the Avengers increasing your work out load, in order to get ready for starting missions, your body was proving your mothers words right.

You quickly jump out of bed, knowing that once you stood it was a race between you, time and gravity. And you really didn’t want to ruin your favourite PJ pants.

Luckily, you won this time. Breathing a sigh of relief, you suddenly clutch at your abdomen; another cramp. You could already tell that this week was gonna suck, you were going to be moody, constantly hungry and probably in a lot of pain for the next few days.

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anonymous asked:

but like imagine junkrat, zarya, and mccree, pining after somebody who is literally perfect in their eyes, like they dont think theyll ever get together cause theyre not in their leuge, they still stalk then and pine after them of course, but imagine their surprise when this god/goddess in their eyes kisses them!

(Admin A here, sorry if these suck or don’t really feel that yandere. Though they are really fluffy :3 Anyways, We have finished up what we have left and we did rush them so sorry if they’re bad. I feel I did a bad job on this one so if so I’m sorry but I hope you can enjoy it nevertheless. I do feel that this one was hard to make yandere, it took more of a stalker specifications which made it hard for me to be more creative. For future ref please make your ask as yandere as possible and don’t set to many limitations on them cause it makes it harder on us. After this is posted the box will be open so send in as many as you want.)

Junkrat:

♡ At first site Junkrat knew he was in love. All it took was for their eyes to meet his and in that moment he felt his heart flutter. He had never laid eyes on someone so perfect before, never had anyone spark this type of kind of emotion in him before.

♡ He found his thoughts flooded with them, everything from their hair to their lips. He knew that they were far to amazing for anyone on this planet, including him. The thought made him feel wistful, knowing that he’d never be good enough for them. Despite telling himself that everyday it didn’t make it any easier. He wanted them, no. He needed them in more than anything, so he started to make friends. Becoming closer to them everyday.

♡ At first this was enough, being able to get close and talk to them everyday maybe even get a hug every now and then. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. He could still remember how it felt to hug them for even a moment. Having their arms wrapped around him and his around them. He felt warm and at ease, holding them close was everything.

♡ He found himself needing more though. Their touch now gone left a sensation of wanting more. So he started stalking them. He’d often follow them to the store maybe talk to them like it was pure coincidence. Going into their room in the cover of darkness just to caress their cheek.

♡ This would go on for weeks, Junkrat hanging out with them during the day, and watching them at night. Whenever he saw them talking to someone else he felt jealousy flare up inside him and the person would always be reported dead the next day. He knew that they were far too perfect for anyone, he knew that no one deserved to have them. So when someone tried to take them, they’d die. It’s as simple as that.

♡ The day’s turned to weeks and before he knew it a few months had passed. Everything being the same till this day. Feeling a soft tap on his solder he turned only to be greeted with the lips of now lover. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, taking in his s/o.

Zarya:

♡ When she first saw them she didn’t think anything special, they looked small and week as if they could be crushed like a bug. She felt the need to help them become stronger. So she volunteered to train them, helping them become stronger.

♡ As she trained them she grew to see them as much more than what she first thought. They were strong, not wanting to give up and always trying to do better. No matter how tired out they were they never gave up. She began to admire that about them.

♡ The moment she realised that she had feelings for them she felt herself melt, her mind becoming clouded with thoughts of them. When helping them work out she’d most often find herself lost in her thoughts, thinking about confessing how she feels. That is till it hits her, she goes to get a drink only to come back and see someone flirting with the one she loves. She feels angry but keeps a calm exterior acting as if nothing is bothering her.

♡ That night she kills the one who chose to flirt with her crush, she says how they deserve so much better than anyone on this planet can offer. She upset, angry with herself knowing that she’s not good enough but then thinks. If she works harder and improves herself even more than maybe she’ll be good enough.

♡ She starts training even harder knowing that one day she can be good enough for her crush. Well training one day she didn’t expect to see her crush being harassed by a man. Going over to them she’d threaten and if they chose to not listen she’d deck them before telling them to run. Once the man has fled she’d make a mental note to find them later and finish them off. She’d ask her crush if their okay, only to be greeted with a pair of lips against her own. She’d hesitated before kissing back smiling knowing that she’s the only one good enough for her s/o.

McCree:

♡ McCree has always been the type to joke around but when it came to his crush he often just because a blubbering mess. Everytime he see them is like the first as he falls in love all over again. Eyes become fixated on them taking in every little detail. How their hair shines in the light to how they subconsciously tug their shirt when nervous.

♡ He knows that he’ll never have them, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want anyone else with them. Oh no no. He doesn’t want anyone to taint what’s so perfect. Good thing he knows how to hide a corpse.

♡ He loves everything about his crush, and has come to terms of not being able to have them. Though not being able to date them doesn’t stop him from crawling into his crushes bed and holding them in his arms as he watches their sleeping face.

♡ He knows everything about them, from their middle name to the toothpaste they use He can’t help but have them on his mind 24/7 and when their in the same room talking he’s completely lost in their eyes, ignoring all the words that leave their lips. It often results in him coming back to reality embarrassed that he had zoned out and then jokes about it. Only to have himself completely fixated on their laugh. It’s like music to his ears and the oxygen he needs to breath. He needs it.

♡ In a blissful moment is when it happened. A small kiss was placed upon his lips, he felt himself freeze but as his crush pulled away he reached down to grab their face, pulling them into a desperate kiss. Something he’s dreamed about since the day he met them. He held them close as if they’d disappear from existence if he let go.

anonymous asked:

Hey hey heeeey!!! (Heh) I'm addicted to reading your top 5s! Can you please do a top 5 for the most underrated characters in your opinion?

Top 5 underrated Haikyuu characters!!

can you please do the top 5 most underrated characters in haikyuu? love your posts

Due to popular demand…here we go with the top 5 most underrated characters of Haikyuu. I mean, there are LOTS of underrated characters, mostly all the secondary characters are, but some of them deserve way more love and recognition. 

I would like to clarify that of course this my opinion and it’s heavily influenced by my fandom experience but, after all, anyone could see who are the fandom favorites (yes this list is based on fandom recognition, otherwise it would have been impossible to make). 

1. Ennoshita. I could sit here and talk all night about how Ennoshita Chikara is just…the most important person. His backstory broke me in half and, because of all his suffering, he’s gonna be an amazing captain, the embodiment of his parents best features: strong and reliable like Daichi, loving but yet sassy af like Suga. I can’t wait to see him in action

Originally posted by tetsuruo

2. Tanaka. He’s one of the most consistent member of the team, he basically always scores, he would die for his team, he’s one of the funniest and most supportive characters ever and yet no one seem to notice him. I mean, I know we ALL love him, but just have a look at the tags of my top 5 reasons to love Tanaka and you’ll see what I’m talking about

Originally posted by akaneko-san

3. Asahi. Our glass heart ace deserves all the love possible. He’s one of the characters that had the most character development in Karasuno, he grew up so much during this three seasons and I’m infinitely proud of him. Starting at his very bottom, almost quitting volleyball for good and then becoming a supportive senpai and an always reliable ace. It’s so heartwarming to watch how quietly confident he is now :’)

Originally posted by tsugumi

4. Yaku. I’ve talked with the #1 Yaku fan out there (my dear @haikyuuliberos) and we agreed on the fact that Yaku is so much more than what meets the eyes. For sure he’s sassy and and angry little kitty, but still he’s an incredible player, he’s extremely passionate about volleyball and he has a huge heart in that tiny body of his. After all, he’s the one in charge of training Lev…he deserves an award just for that

Originally posted by mairieuxs

5. Ukai Keishin. I have a gigantic soft sport for him, he’s a hard worker, he’s competitive, he’s determined and will literally die for his crows. Even if they truly manage to get on his every possible nerve, no one loves them as much as he does. Overall, every single thing Karasuno accomplished, they own it to him.(the fact that he’s a fine piece of pastry too it’s another story….or is it?)

Originally posted by enncshita

- bonus: of course my thoughts go to Narita and Kinoshita, to Konoha and Komi, to ALL Dateko, and to all the other secondary characters out there. You’re all amazing and we love you very much a lot. 

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Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: Seth Rollins has been single for a while. He can have one night stands without feeling guilty. He don’t want a woman in his life and of course, he don’t want to get marriage. And he was very proud of it. Until (Y/N) came to his life.

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A Simple Guide to Fire Emblem Gaiden Units

Alm
-news alert: angry racist teenager with inconsistent hair color choices one-rounds all enemies with little effort

Celica
-purest white girl you know; a better mage, healer, and dps machine than every other unit on her route

~Alm’s dudes~

Gray
-alcoholic in training, slow as molasses

Tobin
-prime choice bench material

Kliff
-Lu Bu if Lu Bu was a kawaii magical boy

Lukas
-tough human torch gets progressively slower until he becomes the bench itself

Silque
-healer

Clair
-early game poker, late game one-shotter

Clive
-literal garbage

Forsyth
-THE POWER WALL

Python
-stoP FUCking MISSing you blind sHITheaD

Luthier
-mage; not Kliff, so in the garbage you go

Matilda
-the only good horse in Alm’s earlygame

Delthea
-mage; not Kliff, so in the garbage you go

Tatiana
-healer

Zeke
-holy movement range Batman! He is a Char, so of course he moves 3x as fast

Mycen
-old man solos maps because he thinks kids these days are too weak to help themselves

~Celica’s dudes~

Mae
-outranges everything, but not strong enough to survive a brisk wind

Boey
-bleh

Genny
-healer

Saber
-GET IT, CUZ HE USES A SWORD HAHAHA yeah he’s alright

Valbar
- #big&meaty

Leon
-ARCHERS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ACCURATE YOU FU

Kamui
-news alert: seafoam colored sword slaughters hundreds overnight

Palla, Catria, and Est
-game breakers

Atlas
-even with that Str base, still not strong enough to support his family. into the garbage you go

Jesse
-b e n c h

Deen
-edgy and fast, he pokes swords in your ass

Sonya
-a mage comparable in magnitude to Kliff, finally, except it’s too bad most people choose Deen because he’s badass or because Sonya’d be your fifth f u c k i n g mage

Nomah
-oh boy another mage and this time he’s old and fragile yaaaaaaaaaay

Can’t wait for Echoes!

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Pairing : Crowley x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Soulmate!Reader, Sam
Word count : 7594
Author : Mel
Request : @angsty-unicorn - What if Crowley raised Reader.

A/N : I decided to go with Reader only meeting Sam and Dean later in life when Crowley needs help.

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Sam and Dean were in the library, two laptops on the table, but one with their nose in a book. Dean jumped when he appeared. “Jesus Christ, Crowley.” He growled. Sam looked up confused. The demon looked afraid.

“I need your help.”


You stood under the warm shower spray just starting to rinse your hair, and suddenly the water was gone. With closed eyes, you reached out and felt a tap. Sighing, you turned the water back on and leaned your head back as you turned. That’s when you realized it felt different under your feet. Wiggling your toes you realized you were standing on tile. Your shower was stone.

Wiping your eyes, you cracked one and looked around. You growled as you finished up rinsing and turned off the water. Lucky for you, there was a decent sized towel near by, and you wrapped it around yourself before walking out of the large room, not caring that you were dripping everywhere.

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Cheshire~Part 1 (Remus Lupin)

A/N:  Gif’s not mine. This was supposed to be a one-shot but it got kinda long so I had to split it up lol

Summary: You, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter come up with a nickname for you, the fifth marauder

Word Count: 938

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x reader

Warnings: Swearing (there’s always swearing)

Other Parts: Part 2-Part 3-Part 4

Originally posted by nellaey


It was the summer before 6th year. The marauders had finally finished becoming animagi. James could now turn into a stag, Sirius a dog, Peter a rat and me a cat. We had decided that we needed nicknames for our new animal forms. After coming up with Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail, we were trying to decided on one for me. I was small with (Y/H/C) hair and when I was in my cat form, my normal (Y/E/C) eyes were magnified.

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Angst trash soulmate au where there are no obvious tattoos or timers just a vague sense of knowing unrelated to how long you’ve known the person

-Victor and Yuuri meet at a young age and know instantly

-It (accidentally) gets swept under the rug as one of those things kids tend to say because they don’t understand

-Yuuri and Victor still believe but they’re kids and have a 4 year age gap so they just become friends and don’t really talk about it much

-Little by little Yuuri begins to internalize it

-It gets worse when Victor goes off to college and Yuuri goes to high school

-Senior year Yuuri is stressed (he’s still a figure skater) over his future and the uncertainty around his status with Victor starts to get to him

-Someone teasingly brings up the story of how they proclaimed they were soulmates as one of those wacky memories and Yuuri inwardly snaps

-He’s embarrassed, confused, and angry that no one seems to believe him and ends up taking Celestino’s offer to train at a university in Detroit and leaves asap to the bewilderment of those who know him

-Victor comes back home from college ready to compose songs and choreograph for his soulmate but is greeted with the fact that Yuuri left

ame505  asked:

if you don't mind could you do angsty headcanons for Logan, like when he's angry or whatever

a/n: i kinda changed this up a bit to when you guys are fighting bc it’s kinda similar :)) and gosh i live for the angst


LOGAN HOWLETT HEADCANONS WHEN YOU TWO FIGHT: 

  • When Logan is angry, he has the tendency to push people away, especially those that are the closest to him. The one who will be pushed the farthest away is the one closest the him, being you. 
  • He tends to isolate himself, meaning that he spends more time training or alone in his room. 
  • Logan also needs an outlet for his anger, so most likely if you were looking for him, you would find him in the training area. 
  • Definitely he is a force to be reckoned with, so most of the younger mutants and even the more experienced ones, know to stay out of his way. He is usually blinded by his anger, and will not hesitate to push anyone who gets in his way. 
  • With his anger, comes lots of sadness and feelings of worthlessness. Especially if he’s dating someone, he wouldn’t understand why someone like you would wanna be dating someone like him. 
  • Most of your arguments stem from his anger, whether he takes it out on a younger mutant or he ends up distancing himself too much from you. 
  • It always starts with a simple conversation, but esculates into a full blown screaming match between the two of you. 
  • He usually ends up ignoring you for weeks at a time, and if you two share a room, he ends up coming to bed really late or not coming at all.
  • When you manage to confront him about his behavior, he attempts to brush you off, stating that there is nothing wrong with the way he’s acting. 
  • As you attempt to get him to open up, he ends up lashing out at you, saying you couldn’t possibly understand what he’s going through and you didn’t understand anything about him. 
  • Of course this hurts, but you don’t let it deter you. Instead, you pursue him, which only frustrates him more. So much so, he once unleashed his claws and held them up to your neck. 
  • In one swift move he could have killed you, and you would be lying if you didn’t fear for your life in that moment. Once he saw you whimper away, him immediately withdrew and disappeared. 
  • You searched for hours, trying to locate him, but it was as if he vanished into thin air. Finally, after enlisting the help of Jean, you found him spending hours upon hours at the punching bags—nearly ripping all of them to shreds. 
  • He wouldn’t talk to you, nor even glance in your direction. You could see the fear in his eyes, as he was so afraid of hurting you. For weeks after he would make sure he stayed a good few feet away from you and wouldn’t let himself touch you, nor would he let you touch him.
  •  It took some time for him to touch you again, most of them being as light as feathers. But still, you were sure something had changed within your relationship. 
  • Even then, you knew your relationship would never be the same ever again. 
Intertwined - (Bucky x Reader)

A/N- I wrote this for @bionic-buckyb​ who is having an AU writing challenge celebrating 5k followers and this is my submission! Congrats again Kait and I hope you like the fic! Also inspired by the song Intertwined by Dodie, definitely check it out the music video is dope AF!

Prompt- “Just because I don’t physically show you that you hurt me, doesn’t mean you didn’t.”

Words- 1.9k

Warnings- Swearing, and I mean A LOT of swearing, angst but do you guys honestly expect anything different from me at his point. ALSO EVERYTHING IN ITALICS IS A FLASHBACK it will make sense when you read it.

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dear-kristine-15  asked:

Companions react to a child mage Inquisitor losing their shit and accidently blowing a good 5-foot crater in the middle of Skyhold's courtyard

Cassandra: It startles her. Well, that’s a vast understatement, but anything else would be beneath the dignity of a Seeker. After it happens she stares at them for several long moments before steering them directly to Dorian or Solas or Vivienne for training without a word. Later on, after her heart settles, she will feel bad about her reaction, and sit them down to explain that she is not angry or disappointed, but rather simply surprised at what happened.  

Solas: It startles him a little, particularly for a da’len to have such power, but he doesn’t react badly. Magic is a touchy subject in this new world that he’s awoken to, but it is a gift had he intends to make sure they know it. To that end he starts taking into the Fade for lessons, and lets them develop a relationship with spirits that helps to grow their confidence and power.

Sera: After her initial fear and suspicion wears off, the Red Jenny is keen on a repeat perfomance and plans several key places that need…redecorating. Her reaction lightens the child’s heart- especially if they are feeling guilty- and the world of magical pranking is opened.

Vivienne: This is why the circles are needed, but it is hardly the child’s fault that radicals have torn the system apart. She is quick to reassure them of that, and to start them on lessons and studies that will help them learn the control that is needed to function as both a mage and a political figure.

Blackwall: Well that was…something. It scares him witless for just a moment but the Inquisitor is obviously more upset and so he is able to put it aside. It takes a few moments to reassure them that he is not afraid of them, the sound just startled him, and then he encourages them to learn more so that they can keep themselves and others safe.

Dorian: He starts to applaud, because of course he does. In Tevinter magical mishaps are more or less par for the course, and really this southern nonsense isn’t doing the child any good. His nonchalant manner about the incident settles the child, and soon they are off to the library to indulge in a good session of magical theory on the best- and safest- ways to make things explode.

Iron Bull: The part of him that will always belong to the Qun immediately flinches back and starts to look for control, but Bull tamps that down and is gentle with the child. He tells that that lessons are required for everyone, even himself, but that if they want they are more than welcome to train with Dalish and her…bow.

Cole: “Scared and angry, people always watching, too much to do and too much too much your hand hurst and you don’t understand. But it’s alright– the ground doesn’t mind. No one else will either.” And anyone who has a serious problem with it suddenly forgets where the crater comes from, while Cole begins to appear right when the child’s control begins to waver. Usually with a barn cat or one of the mabari puppies.

Voltron- TransLance Headcannon

When Lance was going through Garrison training and first meet Hunk he was the only one to immediately accept his identity with no problem. Hunk even went out of his way to treat Lance like a real friend when he didn’t have a reason too. Like some people snickered at Lance one day at school and Hunk went off on them and probably would have gotten into a fight with them if a teacher hadn’t been there. Lance just constantly flirting with girls thinking its the “manly” thing to do, and Lance really suffering with the issues of toxic masculinity.

Lance getting angry and frustrated during the fitness part of the their training because he can’t keep up with the squad, well that is till Hunk looks back and see Lance catching his breath and he runs back to keep pace with him. Just Hunk being the greatest emotional support when Lance fails their first fitness test as Lance doesn’t feel like he’s good enough. 

Lance seeing Pidge at the garrison and giving her pointers on how not to look like a girl and convince people that she was a man. Pidge nearly jumps out of her skin when lance calls her out on her disguise but then realizes that of all the people that wouldn’t try to out her it was Lance. Lance and Pidge really bonding together at the garrison. Lance overcoming the predigests placed on him and he starts to excel at the garrison with pidge and Hunk’s support.

Like Lance and Hunk doing extra training because Lance doesn’t feel “Man” enough and Hunk reassuring him its ok to not be able to wrestle a bear, but still being there and supporting him through his workouts. Lance and all his hard work paying off later on when he outscores everyone on the next test, Lance running up to Hunk and giving him flying tackle and Hunk catches him and spins him around their both so happy.

Lance getting a letter one day from home and Pidge and Hunk walk in on Lance crying and they immediately assume that someones dead or something but Lance just laughs and points to the letter from his family and they read the first lines “To our patient and loving son, Lance.” and Lance is just so happy its the first time his parents call him their son, and then Hunk and Pidge hug him.

And then they go off and have episode 1 happen and Keith and Lance just constantly arguing and having their “Rivalry” happen and it 100% stems from Lances crush on Keith that they’re both oblivious too. When Lance finally does acknowledge his crush he tries to suppress it because it makes him question his identity “Why did I go through all this just to love a boy again?”, “Does this make me less of a dude for liking dudes?” and just Lance having breakdowns in space wondering if he’s good enough or if he’s a real and valid person.

Then we get to episode 6 where Keith goes to untie Lance but when Keith unhooks Lance he notices how he’s all moody and down. And Its because Lance feels so useless being the “Damsel in distress” and it makes him not feel like he’s living up to “Being a Man”, and as Lance always does he brushes off his emotional instability with jokes about how Keith’s worrying too much. And then after Crystal Venom Keith finds Lance in his room crying because “I had to have someone save me again why can’t i be good enough?” and Keith comforts Lance and helps him break down toxic masculinity because living in multiple foster homes really forced Keith into developing those same attitudes and he had to eventually over come them. And Keith reassuring Lance that it’s ok to not be Mr. Macho and no one of the team thinks any less of him for anything he does. And Lance takes Keiths advice, he stops flirting with every alien female he sees, instead he flirts with Keith every chance he gets. 

Jealous!Wanda Maximoff Headcanons:

  • First off: Jealous Wanda is the best Wanda.
  • She get’s really really protective when she’s jealous. 
  • And very easily triggered too. Someone could just look at you with a hint of lust and she’ll eye them down until they leave.
  • It’s not that she doesn’t trust you, of course. It’s more like she wants everyone to know that you belong to her, and she belongs to you. And no matter what no one can tear you apart.
  • Wanda has no problem with straight up making out with you in public and flipping whoever was flirting with you. 
  • (She’s such a good kisser when angry.)
  • And i’m not saying she’d totally lead you to an empty hallway or closet to show/tell you how much she loves you but….
  • If your at a club together she’d pull you closer to her while you dance, whispering to you that you’re her everything, and that you shouldn’t doubt it for a second.
  • And ohhhhhh boy if it’s one of your teammates?
  • Let’s just say next training sesh she’d kick their ass.