the longer i look

Yay Klance sickfic herewego

Lance hadn’t been looking fine all week, so today, Keith had told him to stay home, to relax. Asked him if he would be okay (”Update me through texting, ‘kay?”), which his boyfriend answered in the affirmative.                           However, when he came home, slightly worried he hadn’t gotten new messages in the past hour or so, he found Lance stumbling towards him, mumbeling something about feeling sick and proceeding to throw up on the carpet, later that night spiking a fever and complained about a tightness in his “breathing area”. Finally, it seemed, he was able to fall asleep, Keith soon following.

Soon after (it felt like seconds) he was awakened again by ratteling coughs. Worry instantly flaming up, Keith sat up and looked, borderline stared, at Lance , who was aggressively twitching in his sleep.

“Hey, baby, wake up“, Keith whispered, he didn’t want Lance to choke. Lance opened his eyes almost immeadiatly and managed to choke out “Im gonna throw up.”    Worry now changed place with panic (getting vomit out of bedsheets would be hell, he supposed) and Keith immediatly scrambled out of bed and basically flew over to where their trashcan was - he didn’t have time for anything else- and shoved it under Lances chin, not one second to late.

Watching someone throw up was not a nice experience, Keith learned that that night. Lance heaved and retched, without much success, the pain and contractions bringing tears to his eyes and eventually falling down his cheeks. Keith felt his heart break at that sight, wanting only the best for Lance. “h-hurts”, came a painfully small whisper, before another painful retch tore through him and he (finally) felt warm liquid come up his throat and past his lips, landing in the trash with a sickening splash

Keith slid in closer than he thought  possible, put his head on Lances back and rubbed his arm, which was grabbing the trash with an almost inhuman strength. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise, baby”, he tried to shush him, without much success, Lance only sobbing harder, until finally, finally the retching stopped, reducing Lance to a crying mess, grasping the bucket for dear life .

“I want to go …..home…. it hurts, Keith, it hurts, please make it stop.”, he brokenly whispered, making keiths heart breaking some more.

“I know, baby, I know. It’S just a virus, it’ll pass, you’re going to be okay.”

Lance fell back into Keith and buried his face into Keith’s neck.

“Tell me you’ll stay”

“Forever. Do you want to sleep, again?”

“Yes………Keith, you’re the best”

“ I know”, keith kissed his boyfriends cheek, he already slipping off his shoulder, having managed to fall asleep instantly again.

“Sleep well, my prince.”

i’m on acoma pueblo reservation over spring break with a group of people who took a comparative studies class on native america and palestine this past quarter led by my friend who grew up here……currently grappling a lot with thoughts on indigenous and diasporic identity and feelings of loss and home……i can’t articulate it but right now i’m feeling a painful and beautiful nostalgia for people and places i no longer can go back to. anyway my kufiyah looks like a talit. don’t reblog


happy wednesday my dudes <3

(mila says something like “i want to take you to bed but don’t worry you wont’s sleep”, and georgi says “anya” :’) )


3rd year koganegawa & some fellow 3rd year!first years

(worry not… the adidas hair will make a comeback…)


I’m rarely ever patient with backgrounds and shading, but I couldn’t help myself with this one! Thank you so much @thecottonproject for creating such a beautiful and fun lineart for the @pjocoloringbookproject! There was so much included, but not so much that it was overwhelming to color in! It was the perfect amount! It was so much fun adding all the little details! You did a lovely job and I’ve always loved how you drew these characters! Thank you so much!!!