the repair boy

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Why isn't the Heroes of Olympus a TV show? Why can't every chapter or two be one episode and every book be one season? Everything would come together perfectly. I mean, Rick's writing style already suits an insanely awesome action-packed TV series, let's all be honest. Plus, this would open up so many more gif-making and fanfiction-writing opportunities for the population of tumblr. I wish Rick would open his heart to turning his work into a TV show/movie once again even though his precious masterpiece that is Percy Jackson was trashed and shamed by the movies. I would watch the hell out of that show. And let's be honest, we all want Percabeth, Frazel, Caleo, and Jasper brought to life on the screen, don't we? DON'T WE?
Langst Fic Idea!

- Sheith is alive and strong

- cue insecure Lance. You know that original story of the little mermaid where each step she took was like a thousand pinpricks of sharp needles on her feet, and she danced and danced all night long, ignoring the pain because she was dancing with her prince, and to turn herself into sea foam instead of killing her prince in exchange for her tail back? Yeah, that was totally Lance.

- he jokes around, making everybody laugh, annoys the hell out of Pidge and Keith… he becomes the Lance that the team needed. Not a sharp shooter. Not a capable fighter. Not a strategist. Not a good pilot. Not a person destined to be a defender of the universe. No, Lance became the jester. He became the person that changes the atmosphere when it was too serious or overbearing through ridicule and self deprication hidden beneath a clown mask.

- he convinced himself that that was his role to play and he was good at it. ‘Smile, Lance. The team needs an emotional punching bag and you got the short straw so suck it up.’ He says to himself when they’re in the common room and everyone paired up: Keith and Shiro all curled up in the sofa, whispering things to each other only they can hear; Hunk and Pidge huddled up in one corner tinkering and discussing robotics and the necessary code needed to make the thing work; Allura and Coran discussing diplomatic and trade advantages of the planet they will be visiting. And where was Lance, you ask? He was there, standing in one corner of the room wondering where he’ll sit. Just like high school all over again, oh where should the foreign student sit? The couple’s table? The nerd table? The class president’s table?

- They were about to land on the planet’s surface when they saw hundreds upon hundreds of Galra ships already waiting for them.

- They couldn’t form Voltron so close to the planet’s atmosphere for there may be collateral damage. So the Lions tried to lure the Galra ships away from the planet but it didn’t work. The Galra won this fight, thought Lance as he tried to clear an escape for the other paladins.

- But Shiro didn’t give up. He fought and he fought until he was surrounded by Galran forces. Shiro was caught and Keith screamed as his heart broke into a million pieces.

-Lance was the one who brought back the Black Lion but was unsuccessful to retrieve Shiro.

- The team was a mess, and Lance was there to take the punches. They blamed him for not fighting hard enough, for not making a clear exit for them, for not bringing Shiro back, for not taking the mission seriously… he took it all in.

- But despite everything, Lance was there to comfort his friends. He helped Pidge in completing her prototype, helped Hunk figure out the mechanics of Pidge’s invention, helped Coran in the castle’s maintenance, helped Allura broaden her search parameters, and lastly helped Keith mend his broken heart.

- He felt sick taking advantage of an emotionally vulnerable Keith but he was emotionally beaten too. Keith sought Lance’s humor to take some of the pain away and Lance was happy to oblige.

- Small touches turned to hugs and cuddles. Pecks on the cheeks turned to hot make out sessions, and eventually turned to sex. Lance indulged himself to enjoy these moments with Keith despite the Little Mermaid in him.

- But it didn’t las long.

- One night, after they cleaned up, Keith refused Lance to cuddle him. They sat on opposite sides of the bed and Keith decided to stop whatever they were doing. That Keith’s conscience can’t take it anymore, that he still firmly loved Shiro, and that he thought Lance could take Shiro’s place. He confessed that he sometimes- if not all the time- imagined Lance as Shiro and that he couldn’t so it anymore.

- To be honest, Lance already expected this but he didn’t know that it would hurt this bad. He allowed himself to feel love and gave love more than he should. He should know by now that it would bite him in the ass someday…

-Lance’s heart was beyond repair, so broken that the jagged little pieces no longer fit. He failed in making a clear exit, he failed as a Paladin, and he failed to make Keith happy.

- Lance snuck out that night, grabbing rations from the kitchen and said goodbye to Blue before buckling himself down in one of the fighter jets in the hangar.

- When they woke up the next day, Lance was gone. They checked the cameras and saw Lance take off into the night.

- They were now searching for two paladins of Voltron. They later found out what Lance did to the team’s dynamic, that without him the room is just cold and lonely…

- Days turned to weeks, turned to months, and still no Lance or Shiro.

- it was on day 253 when one beat up space ship crash landed on the castle’s hangar and there emerged Lance…

- he was bleeding profusely on one leg, limping as he shouldered most of Shiro’s weight who was equally as wounded. They were both battered and bruised, all violet, blue and broken bones. It was no mystery that Keith was the first one on the hangar, the first to rush towards them… and it was definitely not a mystery that Keith rushed to Shiro’s side.

- They were escorted back to the castle, but between the crying and the worrying, Lance was able to stealthily slip out of their grasps and limped his way to another fighter jet.

- when they were back in the castle ship, they noticed that Lance wasn’t there. They looked and looked and then realized that Lance flew a fighter het alone, heavily injured, and they have no clue as to why.

- Little do they know that he was captured by the Galra too… that after months of torture and illusions, Lance finally made a deal with Haggar: to let him deliver Shiro to the castle ship and in exchange, take Shiro’s place as their prisoner. Lance thought that it was a good idea for his friends needed Shiro. They needed a leader not a jester.

whew… i was feeling a little down and needed an outlet. Sorry for the Langst?

I made a part 2 and a part 3!

“It’s Lance. Voltron paladin, blah blah.. You’ve heard all this before. Things.. don’t look all that great for me." 

From one of my favorite Voltron fanfics by Remember_Me called What a Healing Pod Can’t Repair


Don’t imagine Dean sitting in the impala listening to the mix tapes he gave cas, as he cries missing his angel realising how much he loves him

Don’t imagine cas coming back lost and confused and broken just trying to find dean

Don’t imagine sam having to hunt alone because Deans too distraught and can’t move from his bed

Don’t imagine dean sat sharpening his weapons vowing to kill lucifer in the name of castiel

Don’t imagine cas’ face as he staggers to the destroyed bunker that’s been repaired enough that the boys can just about live in it, thinking that the Winchesters are gone

Don’t imagine Deans face as he sees a man with dark hair and a trenchcoat from behind as he runs to him and it’s not cas

Do imagine Deans face when he sees cas for the first time since the end. And he pulls him in close and just tells cas he loves him

Do imagine cas getting confused at Deans outburst to find out that he was dead for a lot longer than he realised.

  • simon: You look like CRAP
  • simon in Iron Sisters: *closes eyes for an almost kiss, completely confused when it doesn't happen*
  • [...]
  • raphael to elaine: simon is safe with me
  • simon: You threatened my mother
  • raphael: YEA WELL
  • [...]
  • also simon: can you fix my mom 'cause she saw some bad shit
  • elaine: can you fix my simon
  • also raphael: [internal monologue: what the fucking fuck] it'll have consequences but yes
cracked screens and broken hard drives

“It’s broken,” was all Will could say.

The other boy didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile. But his stony expression - always blank, a bit angry - that twitched just the slightest. One point for Solace. 

The other boy didn’t move to examine the pathetic piece of tech, only giving Will a long, judgmental look. “Again?” He only asked, in that dry voice of his.

Will swallowed, “I…I don’t know what to say.” He winced. “Sorry?”

The other boy finally leaned forward to collect the laptop, clicking his tongue. “Could you please describe your problem, sir?”

He said sir like some people would use a vulgar curse word - like a whip, slashing through the air.

He begins messing with a few of the buttons of the side, his nametag - Nico - flashed against the light, the peeled smiley sticker just as bright and misleading as ever.

Nico glanced up at him, and Will had to throw himself back into the moment. Nico was talking to him.

Will cleared his throat. “Oh you know, um, I think another virus? It keeps flicking on and off, and it won’t let me use chrome.”

Nico frowned at him, “Another virus? Did you install that software I recommended?”

Will scratched the back of his head. “I, uh, didn’t get around to it.”

Nico gave him a stern look. Will, helplessly, looked back.

He had to know.

It was so….obviously. So embarrassingly obvious.


Because this wasn’t Will first visit to his local tech repair shop.

It wasn’t his second either.

Hell, it wasn’t even his third.

This was Will’s sixth visit to the shop.

In the past two months.

Nico was frowning down at the laptop like he could tell Will had done everything in his goddamn power to install heaps and heaps of digital trash onto the hard drive. “If you just take care of your tech you wouldn’t have to be here nearly as much.”

That’s the point, you oblivious nerd.

“I’ll have Leo look at it.” Nico finally seemed to decide. “He’ll have to take it apart, I think, if the problem’s with the screen as well. You’ll have to come back in a few days.”

Will was already nodding enthusiastically. “I - I can do that. Come back. Here.”

Nico gave him a strange look. “Good.” He finally said, “Cause you’re gonna need to pick up your laptop so.”

“I’ll be here.” Will vowed, his voice probably too serious.

Nico nodded, writing out a slip and carefully - with more care then what Will performed on his own tech nowadays - set his laptop aside.

“Wednesday.” He slid the paper across the counter, like he always did. “Noon. Be here.”

“On the dot.” Gods. Will was breathless. He was so pathetic.

I needed to get out of my writing funk and I wrote this for warm-up and yeah I’m totally headcanoning this ending by Will just throwing his phone against a wall, begging Nico to fix his ‘accident’ and Nico just fixing the screen and adding his number to Will’s contact list with a plea to please stop harming your poor tech, Will. 

anonymous asked:

Heeeelloooo, will be a bedtimestory? Haa

Once upon a time there was a little boy with a lightning scar on his forehead.

He really did not like this blonde boy in his class. He had white eyelashes. He sneered. He had a whiny voice.

So the lightning boy ignored his hand and walked past him.

(Not hearing his whiny tears.)

Years passed, and the blonde boy turned more and more annoying. He became even blonder. Taller. Whinier.

(He was excellent in writing songs and making badges, but the lightning boy didn’t particularly like those anyway.)

Then they grew up. A terrible war came. And the two boys met in this terrible, lonely bathroom, and hurt each other beyond repair.

The lighting boy left him, bleeding and scarred, off to save the world.

He did so. The lighting boy stood in front of the devil and accepted his death: in doing so, he saved everyone -including that blonde boy he had refused to save a few years prior.

They met again, on those same steps in the same -now ruined by war- school. The boy with the lightning scar looked at him, looked at the boy with the white eyelashes and the whiny voice and the sneer.

And he kissed him until everything but them disappeared.

the end


9x07 “Bad Boys”
Repairing Cars, Fixing Things, the Dean Winchester Healing Business

Posted as part of the Series “Of Blood, Bone and Darkness”:
A Carver Era Rewatch Hiatus Meta-Series

I have spoken many times before about the connection between Dean and cars (two examples with the Impala as a metaphor for Dean’s psyche/soul here and here) and how the Impala often times serves as a visual representation for state of Dean’s pyche/soul and this scene here is completely in line with that. Because fixing a car has strongly been linked to Dean working on “fixing” himself and mending himself. Especially the puzzle reference I adore, because it t me speaks heavily about the puzzle and riddle of figuring yourself out, which fits well into the framework of this episode that is literally showing Dean in his adolescence. Though to me on SPN we still are seeing Dean’s individuation and coming of age arc playing out. Plus: The line about responsibility here speaks volumes about the weight on Dean’s shoulders as a mere 16-year-old.

Some ideas seem good only at 3 am