then it goes down in one motion

RETROGRADE PLANETS [IN THE BIRTH CHART]: A retrograde action is a planet slowing down. In contrast to the velocity of the Earth, it appears to be going backward. No planet ever goes backward or leaves its orbit. It is always moving forward. The apparent backward motion of a retrograde is simply the loss of velocity. The Sun and Moon never go into retrograde motion.
Retrograde planets represent work that must be achieved in this lifetime because it was not accomplished or reconciled in a past life.

MERCURY RETROGRADE: A Mercury retrograde usually occurs every three months, so that there are three or four Mercury retrograde periods per year, each lasting exactly twenty-one days. When Mercury goes retrograde, if you were born during a Mercury retrograde, it is a time to really make contact with yourself. You will be inspired and moved to recognize your ideas and thought processes with clarity.
When a person is born with a Mercury retrograde, he has a communication problem. He can tell you what he thinks, but he can’t tell you what he feels. He doesn’t make contact with his emotions because Mercury blocks it. There is also difficulty communicating with the self.

VENUS RETROGRADE: If you were born during a time of a Venus retrograde, your inability to appreciate the self is obvious. You are unable to express self-love. You don’t know how to get what it is you want or how to satisfy the self. You must learn not to expect such things from others but, instead, develop them within yourself.

MARS RETROGRADE: The inability to act is created in a Mars retrograde. It is as though you have been victimized by others because you are not using your aggressive qualities correctly – you either don’t know how to be aggressive or you fear aggression. You water down your energies. This does not make for a happy person; it creates a person who internalizes his aggressions and anger. This is dangerous because a retrograde Mars can lead to brooding or nursing old wounds and, eventually, to health problems ranging from ulcers to anxiety. Angers that cannot be externalized wind up being internalized, which impacts one’s health. Retrograde Mars in a chart indicates the inability to displace its natural energy in a positive or productive manner.

JUPITER RETROGRADE: A retrograde Jupiter usually leads to an overbearing individual, especially if placed in the fourth house – it is a tyrant in that house. It creates an inability to empathize with others, which results in an insensitive and isolated individual.

SATURN RETROGRADE: Saturn retrograde relates to self-worth. The inability to judge oneself accurately shows up in a retrograde Saturn. Saturn, as a maturation planet, puts your self-worth into proper perspective. People who tend to place more importance on themselves than others will certainly learn the lesson – Saturn will restrict them until they balance their own worth with the worth of others.

URANUS RETROGRADE: For those born with a retrograde Uranus, the action of Uranus, which is slow, becomes even slower. The unique and unconventional quality of Uranus ceases to be because something is underdeveloped or undeveloped that must be caught up with. This creates the late bloomer, one who doesn’t readily discover his rare individuality.

NEPTUNE RETROGRADE: Neptune in retrograde is a humdinger. Neptune is a difficult planet, so in retrograde action the negativity of Neptune becomes prominent. Neptune has a depth that can be lifesaving; but when it turns retrograde, it goes underground and doesn’t resurface. All of the wonderful concepts, ideas, and creative forces that are generally in Neptune when it is well-aspected will produce irrational fears and anxieties when in retrograde position. These fears are considered irrational because they are usually not created within the context of this lifetime, but from past-life issues and unfinished business.
If born with a Neptune retrograde, it is necessary to maintain faith and courage in the face of all challenges.

PLUTO RETROGRADE: Pluto is generational. During its long revolution, many people will be born within each of its aspects. If Pluto is in retrograde motion, which it is for about six months of the year, half of the population will be born with a Pluto retrograde. This group of people is not necessarily going to act according to the rest of the group. These individuals will, sooner or later, stand out within that generation. They will either be famous or infamous.

—  Ada Aubin and June Rifkin, The Complete Book of Astrology

this is for @ilgaksu because she had a bad day and we’ve been chatting spy au and she gave me an idea and i want to cheer her up. all those reasons

Running the surveillance van is generally considered the boring job, but Matt doesn’t mind it. He can people watch to some extent, and he has Neil here to keep him company in watching the screens. It’s quiet and requires no acting, which makes it preferable to being in Andrew’s position right now.

On Matt’s screen, Andrew is leaning back in his seat, cards held in one hand and a low glass next to the other. He’s pretending to be a Russian magnate with a taste for the dirtier side of capitalism and also for killing people he doesn’t like. He looks relaxed, swimming with sharks. Probably because he’s the deadliest predator swimming in these waters.

They’re well into the game in there when Neil says something low in a language that definitely isn’t English, and then, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What?” Matt asks. He’s instantly alarmed, because it takes a lot to make Neil lose his cool – the last time he said something similar, he was bleeding out from a hole in his gut.  

Neil is already on his feet. “I’ve got to go in there.”

Neil is definitely not supposed to go in there. He’s only here in the van because of a concession on Wymack’s part, mostly because they’d all believed he’d find a way to get involved in the worst way possible if he weren’t included in an official role. Things have gotten a lot more complicated since he and Andrew started working together, including the frequency with which Neil gets bullet wounds.

“You can’t,” Matt says. “You’ve got your orders.”

“Do you really think I care?” Neil replies. “Andrew’s about to get his cover blown, and I can’t warn him from here.”

They couldn’t send Andrew in wearing an earpiece because everyone inside was searched for tech, so the only support they could provide was watching like this. “How do you know you won’t get him killed storming in there right now?”

“What would you do if it were Dan? Sit in your ass here in the van, or go?” Neil asks. Matt looks away from the screen to his face, taking in the brutal determination with which he looks back.

Matt and Dan are married, but he suspects mentioning that might not be worth the air he’d waste in the process. Whatever bond it is that Andrew and Neil have, it’s probably just as significant, as close and as unbreakable. He says instead, “Who did you see?”

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*kicks down the door* ok i’m tired of not seeing any Coran appreciation posts so here we go

-is a big enthusiastic goofball which is honestly really nice because having someone so humorous and cheerful and upbeat on the team helps the others relax while under the incredible pressure of fighting an intergalactic war

-like honestly, if Coran wasn’t around i feel like everyone would be 15x times more stressed out

-puts everyone’s needs before his own, is honestly the true team mom

*lets the paladins take breaks during their training, makes the paladins food (and while his cooking isn’t the best in the paladins’ opinion, it’s the thought that counts)

*fusses over Allura after her healing the Balmera

*comforts Lance when the homesickness strikes

*tends to the castle by cleaning, repairing, rebooting systems, etc. have you guys seen how big that castle is?? jfc Coran. please help him

*is very mindful of how to properly extract Balmeran crystals. he and Hunk were in a rush to get the crystal back to the castle and help Lance (who was /dying/) and he still performed the ceremony anyways!

-he’s had like no time at all to grieve for everything that he’s lost, he’s hardly lost his composure over the course of season one. he’s doing his best to be strong for everyone, especially Allura. please give him a hug :(

-he’s so smart and full of so many neat facts? please tell me more about Altaen culture Coran

-is often times left alone on the ship to pilot it when Allura goes down to join the paladins on missions. poor guy must be so lonely all by himself?? do you think he worries about something happening to the rest of the team? i know i would.

-on top of all this he’s a total badass????

-i mean???

get fucking dunked on. Coran effectively deflects Keith’s food goo attack and returns fire, hitting all of them at once in one swift motion. imagine if that wasn’t food goo, what if it was something actually deadly?? good fucking bye enemies don’t mess with the space butler

“what’s that? you want me to land so you can board my ship?”

“NAH”

#goodfuckingbye

he’s so cool?????

some

BODY ONCE TOLD ME

“CORAN ATTACK! I’VE WAITED 10,000 YEARS FOR THIS!”

“yeah don’t mind me just gonna face an entire galra fleet while the paladins get Allura no biggie :)”


in conclusion: Coran deserves way more appreciation & recognition in the fandom! he’s so awesome!! don’t just write him off as a side character when he’s done so much for the team. he’s like the backbone to Team Voltron!

what the FUCK you guys.  I meant for this to be a cute drabble like thing but it just kept going?  like I wanted this to be a fun piece to write to take a break from Homecoming but then I got invested.  lol @ me.  it’s also been a long, loOOng time since I’ve written smut so I hope it’s okay.  this is 80% slow burn, 5% smut, 15% jasmine trying to be a good friend.

title: elevator of shame
fandom: hamilcast
pairings: daveed diggs x reader
rating: soft m
word count: 6418 

prompt: We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together

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The Lost Legacy of Doom’s Hitscan Enemies

I’m dancing. My feet follow no pattern and make no sound as I glide effortlessly over the terrain, but the rhythm of the Super Shotgun guides my every move. I weave to and fro among the soaring fireballs and scything claws, spotting opportunities, darting near and far, catching hellspawn in efficient point-blank bursts of scattershot. Boom, click, ker-chunk. Boom, click, ker-chunk. Boom, click, ker-chunk. Somewhere in the back of my head, I’m dimly aware of the familiar noise of a pneumatic door sliding open, barely audible above a tinny MIDI rendition of ‘Fear Of The Dark’. It’s catchier than you’d think.

Somebody roars. I’ve heard the sound enough times to recognise it as a ‘somebody’. Startled, I pivot to catch sight of the new assailants: two heavyset bald men, cradling imposingly large guns, furious piggy eyes as red as their bulky chestplates. Chaingunners. Before I can close the distance, they open fire, tearing an abundance of new holes in my circle-strafing, road-running backside. I put them out of action, but the damage is done. Was that a fair exchange? It’s not as if I could’ve outpaced their shots. Are they a fun enemy design in this, the most famous of all famously fast-paced first-person shooter? My kneejerk response is ‘no’, but Doom—because of course, it’s Doom—is a lot smarter than it seems.

Few games can claim to have lived as long and as healthily as Doom. Of course, it’s had the unwavering support of a community on its side, constantly tweaking and touching-up and doing everything in their power to stop the wrinkles under its eyes from showing, but its simple formula and flexible combat were always going to hold up well against the test of time. Doom has influenced the design of the modern first-person shooter in more ways than I could possibly articulate, with a little bit of DNA in everything from ARMA to Ziggurat, and yet… I feel there are one or two lessons from it that never quite caught on.

See, the concept of the ‘old-school’ first-person shooter, while not especially formally defined, is very much a thing. We’ve seen bits of it in the likes of Painkiller, Strafe, Tower of Guns, Dusk, Desync, Devil Daggers, and yes, even Doom 2016: games that buck dominant design patterns to focus on swift, streamlined, evasive movement, and a host of enemies that force you to make the most of that movement. Out of style, but by no means out of their depth, these games take after Doom more than most, but no matter how much they borrow from it, there’s one particular feature that many seem to skirt around. Something regarded almost with a kind of hushed, ‘we don’t talk about that’ shame, like the uncle at the family get-together who isn’t allowed to leave the country for reasons that nobody’s quite sure of. Hitscan enemies, a regular staple of Doom’s encounters, have near-vanished from the contemporary games that bear closest resemblance to it. What happened?

Well, at a glance, they do seem to clash with the desired experience. Doomguy can outrun a lot of things—many of which need at least fifty supervised hours logged before you can operate them independently—but he cannot outrun bullets, nor buckshot. You can’t dodge a hitscan enemy’s attacks by just going fast; the nature of Doom means that they take no time to pivot and have impeccable aim, other than the inherent spread patterns of their weapons. Your only recourse, it would seem, is to get out of range—a bit of a tall order, in most scenarios—or to take cover, which sounds like it would go directly against the fast, exciting experience of running around with the wind in your hair and a rocket launcher under your arm. ‘Cover’ is a dirty word; one that brings to mind hunkering behind a chest-high wall, plinking away at a succession of targets and crawling out only when a grenade gets tossed into your lap. To be in cover implies one is at rest, without any of the spatial analysis, fast-paced action or thrilling escapes that characterise the rest of the combat. You can see this stigma manifest frequently in retro first-person shooters, which often come hand-in-hand with the attitude that cover is for babies, and charging blindly into battle with your enormous, impenetrable testicles hanging out on display is the only acceptable combat strategy for ‘real men’. You could probably write a hefty tome about how unhealthy pulp action-hero masculinity has seeped through various layers of media and eventually pooled, like a discarded half-finished McDonalds’ thickshake, in nooks and crannies of gaming obscurity, but that’s a discussion for another time.

The thing is, Doom itself doesn’t actually work that way. In fact, it does a number of things to ensure that hitscan enemies don’t stifle the player’s movement, but instead add an extra set of considerations and trade-offs, forcing them to look at the play space—and when and where they position themselves in it—in a more nuanced manner. Like most of the ingredients that go into a first-person shooter, the way Doom’s hitscan enemies work is subject to its encounter design—a surprisingly diverse field, as custom WADs frequently demonstrate—but there are a few qualities to them you can count on in every sensible encounter.

Let’s break this down, piece by piece. Of the five enemy types in the first two Doom games with hitscan attacks, the three most common ones by a large margin are the ‘former humans’: undead soldiers who utilise conventional firearms—provided your definition of ‘conventional’ extends to a portable belt-fed chain gun, I suppose—and have all the durability of a cardboard cutout of Master Chief that somebody left out in the rain overnight. Upon noticing the player, they give a suitably enraged bellow and enter their attack routine: move, pause, shoot (if possible), repeat.

This pattern gives us time. Like a fireball whistling through the air, it gives us a chance to handle our predicament by reacting and moving quickly. It only takes an undead sergeant a few tenths of a second to level his shotgun barrel at yougive or take a bit of bumbling around, as they are wont to do—but in the world of Doom, it’s enough to at least start on a decisive manoeuvre. Doomguy runs quickly enough that you can very likely put something between yourself and your foe before they fire—it doesn’t even have to be a wall; other monsters serve perfectly well—and since the poor daft AI has no concept of suppressing fire, you need only be behind it for the split-second it takes them to return to their ‘move’ state. Consequentially, cover is less about clinging to the warm, comforting bosom of a solid wall and more about rapidly, momentarily repositioning yourself when the situation demands it; diving around corners, circling pillars, making use of the nearest solid thing in a pinch and immediately darting back out again. Taking cover is every bit as much about clever, well-timed movement as circle-strafing a pack of imps, and to be honest, probably demands far more split-second decision-making.

Another quality that’s critical to the success of the former humans is their relative squishiness: you can usually count on a single shotgun blast to put one out of action, and even glancing shots are likely to interrupt their routines long enough to buy some extra breathing room. A crowd can be swiftly dealt with by just raking a chain gun across their ranks—conveniently, the exact weapon dropped by the strongest former human, the Chaingunner—and pointing anything bigger at them is usually outright wasteful. This is key because it means that they’re only a very short-term threat—or, in larger battles where they’re mixed up with other enemies, only a threat for as long as you ignore them. Ducking behind a pillar once to evade a sergeant’s buckshot is a rush, but having to go through the same motion two or three times is stagnation. By letting you remove the former humans from the fight almost as quickly as they appear, Doom lets you quickly lift the restrictions they impose and expand the space where you can freely move, ensuring you’re never tied to one piece of cover or trapped in some godforsaken alcove.

But not every hitscan enemy in Doom goes down so easily, does it, hmm? I’m going to gently refuse to acknowledge the Spider Mastermind—a rare, highly-situational boss that squats unpleasantly at the end of the first game like a cane toad under the wheels of your dad’s Hilux—and instead concentrate on the notorious Arch-vile, whose pale, emaciated, lanky form is enough to set off half a dozen panic alarms in any Martian marine’s head. It’s everything the former humans aren’t: fast, durable, and capable of suddenly blasting half your health clean off from the far side of a munitions bay—to say nothing of its ability to revive fallen monsters, unravelling your work more and more the longer you leave it standing. Crucially, however, while the Arch-vile makes for a more persistent and punishing threat than the former humans, it also gives us much more time to work with. It takes about three full seconds of dramatic posing for an Arch-vile to wind up its hitscan attack—a pillar of infernal fire that explodes around its target—and once again, you are only required to actually duck behind something for the split-second when the attack connects to avoid taking damage. 

Consequentially, while our vitamin D-deficient friend does rather firmly, briefly force players into hiding, it also affords us the opportunity to stretch our legs and take nontrivial actions in between its attacks, giving it a distinctly different effect to Doom’s other hitscan enemies. Between every Arch-vile’s attack, there’s time enough to dart around the immediate area, change cover, take care of some lesser enemies, or—most likely—run up to it and empty both barrels into its repulsive mug. At an abstract level, the Arch-vile clamps down on the player by forcing them to be out of certain zones at certain times, but doesn’t make those zones inherently damaging to cross, like a crowd of former humans does.

Putting everything back together, Doom’s hitscan enemies are designed not to eliminate movement, but to carefully squeeze it; to force the player to take action, moving along vectors towards positions of safety. Restrictions on where in the combat space you can safely be are what make Doom’s fights engaging, and the restrictions that hitscan enemies provide are every bit as important to your positioning as a Revenant’s homing rocket or an Imp’s tossed fireball—they just take a different approach. Yet they’re also designed to ensure you’re never required to linger at your destination a moment longer than necessary, either by being easy to remove from the battlefield, or by only periodically applying their particular brand of pressure. Like every enemy in the game’s toolbox, they can be abused and used outside of their ideal roles—take a peek at The Plutonia Experiment, half of Final Doom, for some truly breathtakingly rude Chaingunner placement—but their basic principles are every bit as valuable as their peers.

Doom will force you to move, but it will never force you to stay. And that’s the philosophy that every first-person shooter should be built on, really.

EXO Reaction ~ Accidentally Moaning While They’re Giving You A Back Massage

Request: Ok, so this is pretty much the opposite of my previous request. XD May I please have EXO react to massaging your back to get all the knots out after hard day when you unexpectedly moan REALLY erotically? XD Thanks!

A/N: Ok we gunna post a few things, I’m gunna update the masterlist and clear out any requests we aint gunna do then requests MIGHT or MIGHT NOT reopen (depends)


Xiumin:

“Well, well… I wasn’t expecting that but I’m certainly not complaining…” *feels overly achieved for turning you on with just his hands on your bare back*

Sehun:

“That… What the hell was that…” *Litro takes a few moments to realize that you moaned out of sexual pleasure* “…Can I have a turn?”

Luhan:

“Well I don’t have that good good for nothing, now how about I show you how to blow it like a flute?” *Very badly suggests sex through his songs*

Kai:

“How about we fix those knots later, I got some other ideas in mind” *Internal scream for adorable and innocent Kim Jongin*

Suho:

“Just when I thought we were going to have a relaxing evening, you woke the SuDaddy in me” *Goes down on you heavier than his money on bank scales*

Chanyeol:

“Oh my goodness why, Jagi…” *Both of you young horny fuckers get turned up like a furnace*

Tao:

“I’m going down in the history books for what I’m about to do to you, just you watch y/n…” *almost tears his gucci off his body in one quick motion*

Kris:

“After that little stunt you’ll be seeing the stars of the galaxy tonight… My style” wink wonk

Baekhyun:

“Oh damn, you legit thinking what I’m thinking… Because I’m thinking of Netflix and Chill” *Smirk smirk*

Lay:

*You don’t get anything but constant eyebrow wiggle from this kid and a sudden background music of ‘What U Want’ and ‘Lose Control’ playing from his phone*

Chen:

“I knew I was good with my hands Jagi but I didn’t know I could make you shake the whole building with one moan by giving you a back massage” *Will tease you all the fucking time for this*

D.O:

“Honestly, I just wanted to treat her to a normal and relaxing night in but no. What does she do? Moan as sexually frustrated as the beagle line is, I can’t fucking deal with this shit. One relaxing night, just one and she gave me the most noticing boner ever.” *Is ashamed, pissed and just generally doesn’t know what the fuck and how the fuck to feel*

Yours

I met you online a few months ago and as we grew closer, i shared all my fantasies with you. Over time i told you everything. From my need to be dominated to my impregnation fantasies. The day finally came where we agreed to meet. We scheduled a time and place to meet and today was the day. I knock quietly on the door, it opens and i see you in person for the first time. “Hello” you break the tension first. “Hi”, I respond shyly. You move to let me in and i tentatively take a few steps forward, before the door even shuts you’ve taken my face in your hands….my mouth the first of many things youll claim that night.

You relase me and i instinctively lower to my knees and release your massive cock from its confines…i drool at the sight and i slowly wrap my soft pink lips around its head…sucking gently as i push to suppress my gag reflex and take as much of you as possible. But you’ve had enough of my slow pace and grab my head and shove your cock down my throat. I gag hard as your cock invades my throat and tears spring to my eyes. You proceed to thrust into my mouth like it’s just a hole for your pleasure. Finally, your cock spasms and i feel jet after jet of warm salty liquid pour over my tounge and down my throat. I swallow as much as i can, but a few rebellious drops escape my mouth and roll down my chin. I look up at you through my glasses, eye makeup smudged from my tears and hair a mess from the force of your hand. You help me to my feet and undress me, slowly, painfully slowly…button by button my shirt comes undone. You groan when you see im not wearing a bra. The zipper of my skirt goes down inch by inch and you find me without panties as well. You push me backwards onto the bed and take off your own clothes. You get on top of me and start fondling my breasts. “Are you ready babygirl?”, you whisper, your breath moist in my ear. “Are you ready to lose your virginity….to a man old enough to be your father?” I nod my head, dumbstruck and speechless with nerves. I had been waiting for this day but now that its here….im nervous.

You aren’t gentle. You thrust into me in one hard motion. I cry out in both pain and pleasure. My attempts at masturbation were nothing compared to this. I wrap my legs around you as you enter me deeper and deeper…“Faster”, I cry, “Deeper, Harder, Rougher”. Its my mantra and I keep repeating it as you thrust into me… “Please daddy”, I moan, “please, fill me with your seed, Make me a mommy!” You start to thrust harder, something i didnt think was possible. “Are you ready little girl?”, you growl. A soft whimper is my only response. “Then take it, take all of my seed into your willing womb, take it as i claim you as mine”. With this you thrust deep into me and are still as your cock spasms in me. I moan and cry out as i cum in time with you and you fill me with your cum.

Afterwards we cuddle and as i gently fall asleep i smile. “Im yours”, I whisper, “Yours forever”.

Hi, this is my first submission so please dont be too critical. You can call me LovelyChaos, if this story becomes popular ill post more. :) Thanks for reading!

mix-tape45  asked:

“You wouldn’t be in this bad of shape if you just knew when to quit.” Marichat pls

I love a good battle-damaged Chat being patched up by his Princess, so here you go, @mix-tape45. :)


“You wouldn’t be in this bad of shape if you just knew when to quit,” Marinette grumbled, gently smoothing the gauze over Chat Noir’s chest.

“I quit when the akuma goes down,” he muttered.

“One of these days, you’re going to be the one who goes down if you aren’t more careful, kitty.” She taped the gauze in place and leaned back. “Where else are you hurt?”

“You’ve done more than enough.” Chat Noir started to ease his shoulders back into his suit, but Marinette put her hands over his, stilling his motions.

“Tell me what else hurts, Chat.”

“I think I hurt my ankle but I can’t do anything about it while I’m transformed.”

“Well, you can’t go home on a bad ankle either. I won’t have you falling off a roof on my watch,” she said stubbornly.

“Are you trying to unmask your knight, my dear Princess?” Chat Noir smirked. 

Marinette felt her cheeks warm and busied herself with cleaning up the medical supplies to hide her red face. “I just…does Ladybug know you don’t heal after attacks anymore?”

Chat Noir’s face shut down. “She doesn’t need to know.”

“Of course she does!”

“I have to protect her, and I have to beat the akuma. If she knew…it’s better this way. Trust me.”

Marinette bit her lip, holding the first aid kit loosely in her hands. “It’s not better this way though, Chaton.”

He blinked up at her. “What…did you call me?”

“You’re as stubborn as you are cute,” she sighed, shaking her head. “You may as well drop your transformation, kitty. I’m not letting you leave until I get a look at that ankle, and then we’re going to find out from our kwamis why the cure isn’t working on you anymore.”

“My Lady?” he whispered.

“Come on, don’t be dramatic. You’re making me embarrassed now,” she flushed, looking away. “Just…we should’ve done this a long time ago anyway. I’ve been thinking about it and…you’re hurt and you’ve been lying to me–”

“Not lying,” he interrupted.

“Fine, withholding then,” she conceded. “Do you trust me?”

“Claws in,” he said immediately.


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Just A Little Bit More: A Feysand Mini Fic

A light weight on his shoulder and a short motion out of the corner of his eye is what silences the table.

The wine glass Mor holds pauses en route to her lips. Cassian’s booming laugh cuts off. And Azriel sets his utensils down from where he’d been picking apart the meat with a faint clinking on his plate. Amren alone remains quiet, smirking over her glass of Rhys doesn’t want to know what, the only one who seemed to anticipate this moment.

Rhys looks to his left and finds Feyre with her head on his shoulder and she’s…

Asleep.

His entire body goes still in that moment, his heart the only thing bursting with life inside of him. Feyre’s only been in the Night Court for maybe a month and sleep has been hard to come by. But she’s sleeping now. Next to him. On him. And she seems oddly peaceful about it in a way he’s never seen her before.

He remembers the nightmares. He remembers all of them. But none of the terrors that flashed through him in a flurry of panic and sweat for three months after he came home from that mountain compared to the one he had to wake her up from himself. How Feyre had thrashed on the bed, talons ripping the sheets, the anxiety on her face when she’d finally gotten a hold of herself and had to fly to the bathroom before it all came screaming up her throat.

The blood. The tears. The pain. Miles and miles of pain choking the life out of her and all Rhys could do was sit and watch it unfold, hoping she wouldn’t stop him from rubbing circles on her back until it was over. He’d tucked her in that night, stayed a while. Didn’t leave her side until he was sure she was okay again.

He wonders if this will be one of those times, except…

Keeping his entire body rigidly still, Rhys moves only his eyes and catches Morrigan staring at Feyre. She glances at Rhys and a soft reassuring smile blooms on her face. “You were saying? About Cassian’s last trip to Adriata?”

And that’s that. That’s all she says. And Rhys goes on telling the story that only moments ago had Cassian in stitches about his own antics and Azriel quietly shaking his head.

And the entire time, Rhys sees Morrigan, the cousin who knows every secret he has carried for weeks now, staring at him. Staring at Feyre. Staring and smiling. Because they both know that Feyre can barely fall asleep in her own bed, much less in front of their inner circle. Because they know this means something. Because they know this is the beginning.

Because they know that maybe Feyre had been about to smile too before she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on her mate without knowing it.

And Rhys feels this little seed of hope inside him crack, a tiny sprout peaking out to see some sunlight.

The rest of dinner is pleasant. Feyre doesn’t move once. When Rhys scoops her up to lay her on the sofa so he can go over updated plans for the mortal realms with Azriel on the balcony, she remains ever tranquil. Cassian begins piecing out dessert on the table and Mor digs in before she has even finished plating it in front of her. Amren shakes her head but doesn’t say anything.

Dessert is nearly finished when Cassian cuts off telling his version of visiting Adriata, the table going eerily quiet again. Rhys freezes because he just knows. He felt Feyre even before Morrigan put her hand on him and whispered, “Rhys.”

Feyre twitches on the sofa uncomfortably. Rhys can see her eyes rolling back and forth rapidly beneath her closed lids. Her hands curl into fists and constrict around her chest. Sweat begins to pull across her brow.

He’s up in a heartbeat.

“Feyre,” he says kneeling next to her and his voice is more a sob than a plea. “Feyre, wake up.”

Rhys shakes her. Shakes her until she groans and wakes up, sitting bolt upright, the hands just on the verge of letting those razor sharp talons inch out of her digging into his shoulders as she grabs him. He doesn’t even feel the pain.

“A dream,” he tells her. “It was just a dream.”

She’s breathing deeply. Her eyes flit to the table where Rhys’s friends - her friends now - are watching and quickly flit back to find Rhys’s eyes. They’ve never seen her in such a state of panic. And it terrifies Rhys how she’ll feel about that.

Suddenly, Feyre sucks her lips in and he knows she’s holding it all in. He starts breathing with her, deeply and loud enough for Feyre to hear. She mimics him.

“In,” Rhys says. “Out. In. Out.”

She shakes her head, more at herself than him, and he hears the words past her broken mental barriers.

I’m not going to throw up. I’m not going to throw up. I’m fine. I’m okay. This is okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. This is real.

When she murmurs ‘this,’ her talons release on Rhys’s shoulder, but her fingers left in their place give a little tug on his tunic and Rhys instinctively leans forward. He doesn’t move nor stop his labored breathing for her until she slows down, until her lips release, and her grip slackens.

But she’s tired. He can see how utterly exhausted she is despite sleeping all through dinner. A thousand years of sleep might not be enough to erase the kind of fatigue he and Feyre both suffer from.

Feyre looks at him, the blue-grey of her eyes more grey tonight than blue.

She had been so peaceful, he thinks.

Can you take me back? She asks him through the bond. She doesn’t even have to ask him to lower his shields for her to come through. Pl-

Rhys has her in his arms before the word is even finished in their heads. He will never make her beg him for anything. And then without another word or so much as a look at anyone else, they’re soaring off the balcony into a smooth flight through the night wind.

Rhys tells Feyre to look up at the stars, but it makes no difference. She’s asleep again long before they reach the townhouse.

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Legit- (Dylan O‘Brien)

Originally posted by teenwolfmazerunnerunited

Characters: OC’s, Dylan O’Brien and (Y/N)

Word Count: 1219

Warnings: none

Pairing: idk man I got bored I guess some Dylan x Reader

Summary: an interview with your fellow cast mate Dylan goes totally aloof 

(Y/C/N)- your character name


“Run!” (Y/C/N) yells into the darkness of the hospital. Lights flash, the elevator opens. A shadowed figure starts laughing. Stiles grabs (Y/C/N)’s hand and starts dragging her down the hospital corridors, the running is slow motion. The lights shut off. Silence. 

The hospital scene fades away on the large screen behind me and the audience begin to clap and cheer. Dylan and I grin at each other, already knowing what happens after that scene. 

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whitebeltwriter  asked:

Trini trying to teach Kim yoga but having a hard time cuz Kim is used to fast cheerleading moves and has no patience; 'til Trini stands behind her to guide her through the movements.

Idk how I feel about this one, but here you go!

Kimberly knew she had a hopeless crush on Trini, she knew that she was in deep, that she couldn’t help that she always got lost in Trini’s warm brown eyes, her bright smile after Kimberly made a dorky joke or after their little ‘fights’ over food, the way she always smelled like pinewood and cedar, normally Kimberly didn’t like the smell, but on Trini it just fit, the earthy smell was comforting and grounding, like her, her smug smirk, which Kim wanted to kiss off her soft, smug lips, every time she saw it. She accepted that she liked Trini, a lot, well maybe more than a lot. Trini was always on her mind, whether she wanted it or not, she could not stop thinking about the other ranger, how small she was, how she would fit perfectly in Kimberly’s arms, how adorable it’d be how if they kissed, Trini would have to stand on her tiptoes to kiss Kimberly, how her tiny, soft hands would fit perfectly in her Kim’s. Kimberly audibly groaned every time she had the thoughts, which was more often than not. She knew it was very inconvenient, especially since the other girl was one of her closest friends, and insisted on them training together, which always ended up in Kim getting her ass kicked, cafe ‘dates’ together, were Kim never finished her food, always too busy focusing on Trini, studying together, Kim never got any work done. All these occasions ended in Kimberly getting smacked in the face with the gay, realizing how hard she was crushing on her best friend. Kimberly also couldn’t say no to the other girl, not for the life of her, so when Trini suggested that they do yoga together on top of the cliff face, Kimberly didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. She did happen to notice the stunned look on Trini’s face of how quick she said yes, and she tried to correct herself.

“Uh..Yeah I’d be down, that’d be cool.”

Kimberly utterly failed at trying to compose herself, and she could feel the blush creeping up her neck and face. Trini nodded her head and replied, looking at Kimberly suspiciously.

“Oh..Okay, well I’ll see you here tomorrow after school, four-ish work?” Trini asked, studying Kimberly, who once again answered much to fast.

“Yes..I mean, um..yeah four should work, uh, I’ll see you then.”

She corrected herself, stuttering profusely, her blush intensifying, a small bashful smile spreading across her face. Trini had a small smirk on her face, but it wasn’t smug, more like surprised, as she confirmed.

“Alright Princess, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

She says smugly, before leaving the pit, scurrying up the rock wall. Once Kim knew that she was out of earshot, Kim let out a loud sigh, leaning against the rock wall, sighing loudly, muttering.

“Fuck.”  

“Oh yeah, you’re screwed dude, have fun with that.”

Zack pops out from behind the rock face, causing Kimberly to jump slightly, as he chuckles scurrying up the wall, before she could say anything about him spying on her and Trini. Kimberly would normally be very angry and would chase after him, but she just picks up a lone rock and tries to chuck it at him, sighing exasperatedly as the rock lands just in above of his head, just missing him. Zack looks back and smiles smugly, as Kimberly makes a face at him, giving an exaggerated smile, flipping him off. He chuckled before running out of sight before Kim could chuck another projectile at him, but not without shouting good luck at her. Kim groans again, asking herself how the hell she got herself into this situation, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited, in the most terrifying way possible.

Her phone told her it was four o’clock, and she knew that she had to go see Trini, she knew she shouldn’t bail on her, but everything inside of Kim was telling her to run, to get away, knowing that she was gonna make a fool out of herself, embarrass herself, and then replay it in her head the rest of day. Kim took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare herself, but as she saw Trini, she could physically feel herself getting slapped in the face with how tremendously gay she was for the other girl, or bi, or whatever she was, which was not the priority right now, considering that Trini was standing at the cliff face, in nothing but extremely tight black leggings, which were very form fitting, making it impossible for Kim not stare at her ass, and a yellow tank top, which was basically see through. Kimberly couldn’t look away, her eyes widening, taking in a large breath, trying not to make any noise, as Trini was already doing her poses, seemingly very relaxed. She had to have done this on purpose, she had to have noticed Kimberly’s long stares, how she stuttered whenever talking to the girl, a blush permanently on her face, Trini had to know how much agony Kimberly was in, she was basically torturing her, and Kim could do nothing about it.

She took another deep breath, and as she was about to walk forward ,Trini spoke, her eyes still closed.

“So are you gonna keep staring, or am I actually gonna get a chance to teach you?”

Trini asks, the stupid smug smirk on her face, which made Kimberly want to kiss her, badly, the outfit wasn’t helping either. Kim can’t get any words out of her mouth, just mumbles and stutters, so Trini just nods her over, and they begin, Kimberly’s heartbeat intensifying the closer she got to Trini. This was going to be hell.

Kimberly should’ve known she was going to be bad at yoga, she’s a cheerleader, she’s used to fast movements, her body anxiously waiting for the next formation, she always had to keep moving, but that wasn’t what yoga was about. It was about being calm and centred, not worrying about the outside world, it was slow and gradual, each position held for longer than the other. Trini was balanced perfectly, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and steady, while Kimberly was struggling to balance, her eyes focused on the ground, her breathing uneven and shallow, her heart racing anytime she looked up, considering they were on top of a cliff, only a few feet away from the edge. She was trying, very hard, not to make a sound and balance herself, without disturbing the other girl, who looked so peaceful, but she was failing miserably. She shifted her feet again, trying to regain some balance, and Trini finally said something, her eyes still shut.

“I can literally hear you struggling, Princess.”

There was no trace of irritation in her voice, only enjoyment, as she opened her eyes, an amused smile spreading across her face, as she saw how awkward Kimberly looked, her body contorted in the oddest position. Trini lets out a small laugh, causing Kimberly to huff in frustration, returning to a regular standing position. Trini teases her again.

“I didn’t know your body could bend that way, cheerleader.”

Kimberly felt her entire body flush, having to bite her tongue, her breath hitched at the comment. She took a moment to regain her composure before teasing back.

“Well I’m sorry Miss. I-do-yoga-on-top-of-a-mountain that we can’t all be as well balanced and steady as you are.”

She says teasingly. Trini makes an odd, unreadable face, as if she was taking what Kim said into consideration. She nods her head before stating.

“Okay, fine. First position.”

Trini says simply, as Kim’s face contorts into confusion. She asks, her heart beating faster as Trini moves closer to her.

“Uh..Wh..What?”

She stumbles over her words again, as Trini moves closer, the smell of cedar filling Kimberly’s nose, as Trini says, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

“First. Position.”

Her voice was low and sultry and Kim’s breath hitches again. Okay now Trini was defiantly torturing her, on purpose. Kim goes into the first position Trini showed her, her balance off, her feet stumbling, and her breath uneven, until she feels Trini’s hands on her arm, Kim’s back against Trini’s front. Kimberly’s eyes go wide, which thankfully Trini can’t see. As Trini guides Kimberly’s motions, each point of contact sending shivers down Kim’s spine, but her skin also heated up at each point of touch. They fell into a rhythm, as Trini guided Kimberly through each movement, her hands never leaving Kimberly’s body, as Kimberly started to melt into her touch, her eyes shutting closed, as they moved as one, Kimberly’s heartbeat so loud, she was pretty sure that Trini could hear it. Kimberly was able to move through the motions much easier, and as Trini led her through the last motion, bringing Kimberly back into a regular standing position, Trini pulled her hands away slowly, but she didn’t move back, her body still impossibly close to Kimberly, but yet, still not close enough. Kimberly turned around to face the other girl, their faces not even inches apart, the tension around them so thick Kimberly was sure she could cut it with a knife. Trini’s eyes visibly drop to Kimberly’s lips, and instinctively she licks them, as Trini’s eyes slowly moving back to meet Kimberly’s eyes. Kimberly swallowed loudly, waiting for something to happen, the anticipation literally killing her, then Trini moved closer. She moved in slow motion, her lips meeting Kimberly’s ever so slowly, much softer than Kimberly had ever imagined, not like she imagined this, not at all, okay she had, more times than she wanted to admit. The kiss was impossibly slow, it was as if time stopped, all Kimberly could focus on was the feeling of Trini’s warm lips against hers, everything seemingly fading away. Their lips moved together, as one, just like when Trini was guiding her moments ago. As Trini pulled away, Kimberly caught herself chasing after the other girls lips, and as she opened her eyes, she was greeted with Trini’s smug smirk, her breathing shallow, her brown eyes sparkling. Trini is the first to speak, breathless.

“Not bad, Princess.”

She says teasingly, a pleased smile spreading across her face as Kimberly couldn’t help but blush, her face tomato red, and she didn’t care, she didn’t care as she kissed the stupid, smug smirk off of Trini’s face, something she had wanted to do since the first day they met, and all she could say, was that it was as pleasing and fulfilling as she had imagined. Trini had to stand on her tiptoes, trying to kiss Kimberly, and as she did, the world faded around them, all they could focus on was each other, and Kimberly knew, that her crush on Trini was much more than a crush, and she couldn’t care less.

~From Sour to Sweet~

When you find a new friend in the strangest way.

cat hybrid!yoongi/reader

Word Count: 5,704

What were you thinking?

You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.

The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.

“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.

You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

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i see you (post Season 4)

Raven gets them down with minimal turbulence as promised. 

“Could have been smoother,” Murphy chirps, unclasping his seat belt. 

Raven groans from the pilot seat casting a bright smile over her shoulder.

“Should have floated you while I had the chance.”

“We gotta move,” Bellamy says, gruff, moving to the hatch. “We need to get to O.”

“Relax, Bellamy.” Harper chides. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

Monty nods. “Yeah, Bell. No Grounders trying to kill us.”

“No mountain men.” Echo whispers in disgust.

“No crazy AI’s.” Murphy smirks. 

“No death wave.” Raven finishes. 

Bellamy rolls his eyes and opens the door.

It’s been 6 years and 12 days since they’ve seen the sun and their eyes take a while to adjust to the bright light flooding the cockpit. They climb out one after the other. 

Bellamy’s boots hit the ground first. He breathes long and deep and tears spring to his eyes as he remembers the first time he tasted Earth’s sweet air. From behind him he hears the clang of boots on metal and then six thuds as each member of his family lands back on solid Earth… the twisted mistress. 

“Good to be home,” Emori says looking around at the green forest before her. 

“I thought you liked space,” Harper says pushing her shoulder. 

“I did,” Emori says smiling at her friend. “But if I never go back I won’t be sad.” 

They laugh together. Murphy senses Bellamy’s tension and pokes Monty in the rib. 

“Okay guys,” Monty claps. “Let’s get to Polis.” 

Echo snorts. “What’s left of it.”

Murphy rolls his eyes. “Oh cheer up, Grumpy. Wake up and smell the daisies!”

Raven cocks her head. “What?”

“It’s an expression, genius.” Murphy says rolling his eyes. 

Bellamy squints. “That’s not–”

“Shh!” Murphy drags his fingers over Bellamy’s mouth and strides past the older man as he sputters. He turns when he reaches the tree line. “You guys coming or what?”

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They’ve been walking for no more than 5 minutes when suddenly Echo halts at the front of the group. As an Azgeda spy, she’s able to sense danger from miles away, a trait her space vacation failed to take from her. The others know this… they stop too. Instantly dropping into defensive positions. They don’t have weapons but it’s better to be safe than sorry. 

A figure with red streaked blonde hair drops from the trees, back to them, as she crouches eyeing the forest before them. Her movements are full of purpose yet graceful… almost feline. It’s her. The Princess. They gasp in unison. Bellamy’s heart beats so fast and hard in his chest that if you looked hard enough you’d see his thin t-shirt jump with the vibrations. His voice cracks when he tries to speak. 

“Clarke?”

She turns. Blue eyes meet his brown and for a moment, the last six years and twelve days don’t matter… but then her eyes harden and she turns back to the trees. 

“We have to go,” she whispers. “Now.”

They follow her, of course, when she starts moving perpendicular to the path they were on. 

“How did you…?” Raven wonders, in a daze just like everyone else. She doesn’t finish her sentence but Clarke throws a smirk over her shoulder at her friend. 

“Nightblood.” She answers simply. 

“Are we running from anything in particular or…?” Murphy quips. 

Clarke’s shoulders shake with a startled laugh. “I missed you Murphy,” she says as she throws him a quick glance. “But yes.”

She leads them to a wooden hut. It’s big but quaint, shrouded by impossibly tall trees and covered in blooming algae, the door hidden beneath a thick sheet of the vibrant, green flora. She holds it open and motions for them to go inside never taking her eyes off the trees behind them. Her friends pass her one by one and she locks eyes with each of them, smiling as they pass. 

Bellamy Blake is the last one in. He stops in front of her, gazing down into her blue eyes. He sees the tears well and she smiles. He’d almost forgotten what she looked like. She jerks her head toward the others and he spares one more glance before he goes inside. The door closes with a soft thud. 

Clarke turns… seven pairs of eyes on her. She’d forgotten this feeling. To have so many people looking at her all at once. It’s strange… it stings. Leaves her chest feeling tight and her throat feeling swollen. She doesn’t realise she’s been fidgeting until Bellamy crosses the floor with long strides and engulfs her in his arms. 

They cry. 

The others join the hug. The eight of them circled around the girl with the golden hair. The girl who saved their lives. Whispers of “thank you” and “I’m sorry” float through the air between sobs. 

Everyone steps back. 

Except for Bellamy Blake.

His hands cup her cheeks and he leans his forehead against hers. Her grip on his jacket tightens. 

“I’m sorry,” he starts and it’s hard for her to shake her head with the way he’s holding her face but she does it.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She says snaking her arm around his waist. 

He smiles. The brightest one she’s ever seen on him… but then it fades. A single tear rolls down his cheek from his closed lids.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he says, voice small. 

“I talked to you everyday,” she says pressing her body closer still. 

“Clarke,” he sobs. “I’m so–”

“No,” she says. Moving her head so that he looks her in the eye. “We’re okay.”

He nods. 

“This is cute,” Murphy says smugly from across the room. “But can you tell us what we were running from?”

“Klark? Ste bilaik yu?” A small voice comes from a room above them. 

Clarke’s eyes leave Bellamy’s for a moment to look up the staircase behind her friends. She looks back to Bellamy her eyes filled with a new kind of emotion and she smiles brightly. 

“Madi, em ste alright. Em ste nou em. Em ste ai friends.” 

A dark haired girl emerges from a dark doorway at the top of the stairs. The others watch as she descends and makes a bee-line for Clarke. She looks no more than 13 and stands proudly at the blonde girls side. 

“This is Madi,” Clarke tells her friends and already she can see Bellamy is in love. “I found her after primfaya.”

Madi nods at the group and they all smile and laugh for two beats, then Raven looks over Madi’s head at Clarke. 

“Clarke,” she says, a crease forming at her brow line. “What’s out there?”

Clarke frowns, a face they’re all so used to seeing. A face they never thought they’d see again. 

“They came five days ago,” Clarke begins. 


BOOM OUT. 

starforged  asked:

sharp tongue - reylo

Her legs ache, her lungs burn; Rey relishes the wordless challenge Ahch-to lays down before her every time she returns more than her reason for being here. Idly, she wonders if this is her lot in life, chasing after rogue Skywalkers and dragging them back into society.

Well. Not society, not in this case. But there’s use for a man like Ben Organa out in the galaxy, and Rey is climbing a damn mountain to remind him of that fact.

She can feel the jagged edges of him through the Force as she nears the top of the island. Not a wound, not anymore, but something barely healed over. It pulls her in, as much as she’d like to think she came up with this all by herself.

Thanks. His voice rustles drily across the open stretch of grass and rock between them as she crests the ancient steps, echoes in her mind. She rolls her eyes, not bothering to respond mentally or otherwise, tucking her hands into the pockets of her pants.

The dark smear of him sits cross-legged on a precipice - about as far from the outcrop where she’d first handed Luke his father’s lightsaber as a person could be and not fall into the ocean. He doesn’t turn as she approaches, doesn’t even open his eyes. But she can see his hands from a distance, pale and ungloved and resting on his knees. She the way long fingers curl in on themselves the closer she gets.

His presence in the Force vibrates, an energy barely leashed by his willpower. She hasn’t even touched him yet.

“I’d say I can come back later, if you’re busy,” she says, squinting out at the horizon. Other islands dot the endless ocean, all of them empty. Even with navigation to this planet better known about these days, no one seems to want to come here. “But I’m not going to.”

He stills, an impressive feat for someone who already wasn’t moving much. Even his breathing stops, like he’s waiting for her to correct herself before he tries to speak.

Rey says nothing.

“What,” he manages finally, “are you talking about?”

She shrugs. “At first I thought, all right, this makes sense. Your mind was in a delicate place, and so was your handle on the Force. No one knew if you were going to snap and fall right back to the Dark Side again if given half the chance, so giving you a planet’s worth of space seemed like a good idea.”

“I was not in a delicate place.”

Hollow words, and they both know it. Rey had flayed him open and carved out what she found there, laying it out for the light to get to. Putting him back together had been a…task, and one she still isn’t sure had been completed.

What she is sure about is that Ahch-to is not the place for finishing anything. Ahch-to is a held breath, a place where the entire universe is put on pause. Rey refuses to live like that.

She’s not convinced it’s living at all.

“I didn’t come here to argue semantics,” she snaps. Stars, but he has that way of getting under her skin, even after all this time. She’d never had much of a temper, not until she’d encountered Kylo Ren. He might have retired the name, but that didn’t mean the person had just disappeared into the ether. Ben Organa is a promise still unfulfilled, to her mind.

He unfolds himself in a single motion, towering over her. The scar is stark against the pallor of his face, and her fingers itch to trace the furrow she’s left in his flesh, like they do every time they meet again. Her chin juts out, feet working into the dirt. There’s nothing he can do or say to threaten her these days, and no one has ever out-stubborned Rey.

For a second it seems like he’s going to try anyway, but she clocks the sag to his shoulders before he sighs, dark eyes focussing somewhere over her left shoulder. The Force sings with the strength of him, but he keeps it reined in tight, careful not to brush up against her.

“Then why did you come here?”

“To give you a chance.”

“Half the galaxy would argue you’ve already given me too many of those.”

“More like three quarters.” She grins despite herself, bites it back. He closes his eyes in one slow motion, and it’s unclear if that’s supposed to be a long-suffering gesture, or - or a defence against her smile.

(She’s not an idiot. She knows what lies between them, vast and unspoken and shuddering with possibility).

“I’m glad you’re entertained,” he mutters. “You haven’t answered the question.”

“All right. Try this. Neither of us clawed our way back to the Light to spend a life in quiet contemplation, and if I owe a debt to the galaxy, you’re practically bankrupt.”

His eyes snap open, and there’s that old fire. Corralled now but no less full of heat for it, and Rey can’t deny that her heartrate picks up at seeing it. Not bothering with subtlety, she places her hand on her lightsaber hilt a warning.

He doesn’t notice. His powers of observation, she’s noticed, tend to fail when his emotions get going.

“If you think I’m going to crawl back to the tatters of the Republic to bow and scrape and beg for forgiveness–”

“I don’t,” she bites off. “Although we both know you’d deserve that. You’re a war criminal, Ben, and the fact that I’m here at all–”

Makes her complicit. But Rey has long since come to terms with that. There are things she’s willing to live with, and things she can’t survive, and this man straddles the divide in ways that are…difficult to deal with. That keep her up at night, well into the morning, exhausting herself with the same argument time and again while knowing the answer won’t change.

She has given him too many chances. She won’t take any of them back. They are tied together, Ben and Rey and Kylo, and she has to find a way to live with that.

She sucks in a breath, calming herself. Ahch-to helps, in its own quiet way, the crash of water on rock soothing the irritation simmering in her chest.

“Stay here if you want to,” she says. “Hide away from the galaxy and the hurt you’ve caused, if that’s what it takes to keep it safe from you, and you safe from it. But I won’t be returning here as long as this is where you remain. I have work to do. You’re welcome to join me.”

Incredulity is a good look on him, or maybe Rey just enjoys taking him by surprise. His expression twists, made worse by the scar, and she gives in to the urge to touch it. The calloused pads of her fingers dip gently over the scored flesh, and there he is, holding his breath again.

“Is this you trying to convince me?” he growls.

If it was, it’d be working. But she keeps that to herself (maybe because it’s another thing they both know), letting her hand drop back to her side.

He reaches for her wrist before he can stop himself, large hand curling around it. Not tight enough to hurt, just maintaining the contact.

“No,” she says. “It’s not my job to convince you of anything. I’m not here to save you. I’m here to let you know you have a choice.”

“To spend the rest of my life serving people who have every reason to hate me?”

Rey gives a single-shouldered shrug. “If that’s how you want to look at it. No one controls how you think any more. You have to decide what you can live with. I’m just here to let you know what I can live with.”

And she slowly, gently, removes his hand from her. The air itself seems to shiver with disappointment when they’re no longer touching, but she’s gotten good at ignoring that sort of thing. She draws in a breath and takes a firm step backwards. And then another, and another, until she’s pivoted on her heel and his making her way back to the stairs.

“Is this it?” The wind catches his words and tosses them after her, but she thinks the desperation on them is all his. “I come with you now, or I never see you again?”

“It doesn’t have to be now,” she shouts back. “I’m not here to give you timelines, either.”

Silence. She makes her way down those ancient steps without being interrupted by anything more than the squall of wildlife and the incessant rumble of the sea.

It’s not disappointment sitting in her chest, as she lowers herself into the pilot’s seat. But there is something heavy there, something that she’s going to have to take a closer look at one of these. Maybe when–

The Force shifts. Not dramatically, or violently. Just one of a trillion small yet significant motions that it goes through every day. Something tickles in the back of her mind. His voice.

Wait.

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Jungkook: Broken Paradise part 4

 Previous parts: part 1 part 2 part 3


 A week has passed with barely any words from anyone. She stayed hoping this nightmare would turn around but the only change was now everyone was tired of her. “Was it some sick joke to have me stay longer?” “Why did I listen?” With a heavy heart she goes through the motions of security. Finally she’s seated in the plane but is this the right decision?

“They were lying! They had to be” He didn’t believe them. They are just trying to teach him a lesson. That’s how he felt until the news came on. Every news station in Korea was covering the story. He runs out of the building going wherever his feet would take him. His tears flow down his face but he doesn’t care. He runs to the secret spot only the two of you know about. You found it while hiking one summer and its been your special place ever since. How can this be true?… The once strong Golden Maknae is now broken.

 TO BE CONTINUED! I’m planning one more part so let’s see how this goes

Exploring (Tom Holland Imagine)

Disclaimer: Okay so this is my first Tom imagine so please bear with me. I just really wanted to write about him.


Late night adventures in the city with Tom

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I put in my earphones as I get comfy in bed. As I am about to click play, I get a call from Tom.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, wanna do some exploring?”

I check the time. “Tom it’s almost 10. You really want to go out this late?”

“Yes, I’m bored and thought of going around the city with you. But I guess you’re not up for it so I’ll jus-”

“What did you have in mind?” I cut him off. I knew if I didn’t say yes then he’d guilt me into it.

“Well I figured we could just see what happens.”

“Okay but if we end up stranded somewhere, it’s your fault.”

He laughs. “Okay, I’ll be right over.”

I change out of my pj’s and into my favorite tee and a comfy pair of jeans. I slip some sneakers on as I hear a honk outside. I shiver a little from the cool breeze. Crap. I should’ve brought a sweater.

As I get into Tom’s car, he reaches over to the backseat then hands me his sweater. I smile. “Thanks.”

“I figured you’d forget something.”

“You know me so well.” I put it on and can’t help but smirk a little because it smells just like him.

“Ready to have the best night of your life?” he says with thrill in his eyes.

“Yes.”

He revs the engine and we speed off into the night. I roll down the window and feel the wind blow through my hair. I shout a bit then look over at him to see his reaction. He has a huge smile painted on his face.

He pulls over at a diner that’s open late. “We’ll start this adventure off with some food.”

“Good idea.”

We head inside and instead of sitting in the booth, he jumps and lands on it. His legs are strewn across one side so I have to sit on the other. I shake my head. What a show off.

A waitress comes over and hands us some menus. “Let me start you off with some drinks. What would you like?”

“One chocolate, one strawberry and one vanilla milkshake”, Tom says, not missing a beat.

She writes down the order and asks me next, “And for you?”

Before I could answer, Tom interrupts. “The three shakes will be fine.” I shoot him a look after the waitress leaves. “We can share, right? Plus we get to try all three flavors! It’s a win win. Unless you wanted something else..”

“That sounds more exciting than what I was going to get. We’ll stick with the shakes.”

I skim over the menu and feel like ordering one of everything. I look up and catch Tom staring at me. His eyes look away, pretending he wasn’t just watching me a moment ago.

“See anything you like?” I tease.

“Umm…” His cheeks begin to turn a light pink.

“I have no idea what to get. If I could, I’d get everything!”

He chuckles. “Probably not the best idea to go out to eat when you’re practically starving.”

“Definitely not.”

“Why don’t we get some burgers and fries?”

“That sounds good.”

The waitress comes back with our shakes. “Ready to order?” she asks then takes our orders and the menus.

“Which of the three do you think will be the best?” Tom asks.

“Vanilla.”

“You sure? Isn’t vanilla too plain?”

“Not to me. I find that it has a good balance, the perfect amount of sweetness.”

“I’ve never looked at it that way before.”

“You shouldn’t judge something based on the outside. You got to dig deep and maybe you’ll find something sweet inside.”

“Good point. So since vanilla is best, shall we save it for last?”

“Sure.” He hands me the strawberry and he takes the chocolate. We sip at the same time, taking a few seconds to rate the taste.

“Wow, that is really good!” I gush. “What about yours?”

“Not bad. Let’s switch.” He switches our glasses, takes a sip and nods his head. “That is delicious.”

“You were right about this one, it’s alright.”

We then move onto vanilla. Tom takes a straw from one of the other glasses, wipes it then dunks it into the glass. We sip at the same time and ‘mmm’ in unison. I try not to keep eye contact with him as we continue drinking the shake. 

The waitress comes back with our food, making the moment a bit more awkward. 

“I’m starving”, Tom says, breaking the silence.

“Me too.” As we enjoy our burgers and fries, an idea comes to mind. “Say, have you tried dipping your fries in a shake?”

“I haven’t.”

“You have been missing out my friend.” I place the vanilla shake in between us and dip a fry in. I take a bite and savor the taste. Tom does the same and his eyes go wide.

“Wow. That is amazing!” 

I laugh. “You’re welcome.”

Late night dinner fills with chitter chatter about anything and everything. After we finish, we decide to see the touristy sites. And boy, are they more beautiful at night! 

“Let’s pretend we’re visiting the city”, Tom says. I take some quick snaps of him and laugh at his idea. “Aww don’t tell me you took bad ones!” He runs over to me to look at my phone.

“You never take bad pictures. Your idea is what amused me.”

He grins at me. “We should try their Starbucks over here! See if they have any interesting drinks.” 

We head on over to the 24 hour Starbucks and find no line. “We should go here around this time to avoid the busyness”, I joke.

He laughs. “For sure. What would you like?”

“Just get me the usual.” As he places our orders, I take out my phone, open up my camera and capture this moment. I flip through the pictures I took as we wait for our drinks.

He goes up, grabs them and motions me to go outside. “Since there’s no one else in there, I thought we should enjoy our warm beverages in the park.”

We walk to the park which isn’t far. Tom sits down on the grass, placing his coffee beside him and lays down. I follow his lead. “Wow”, I say out loud as I take in the beautiful sight of the stars above us. 

“Incredible, right?”

“Absolutely.” I look over at him and just smile. “We should do this more often. Maybe, make it into some sort of tradition.”

His eyes meet mine. “Yeah, I’d like more nights like this. As long as it’s with you.” 

Am I self perfecting myself into Lance? Yes. Yes I am. Anyways, here’s some langst.

He can hold himself together by the jokes he tells and tries to be he best for his team.
But if you took a closer look, you’d be able to see him falling apart. No one ever took the time to take a closer look.
After Shiro is missing, Lance ends up spending a lot more time by himself.
He spends his time in his room wide awake and sitting or laying in silence. Everything wrong with his personality, every bad thing he’s done, everything he hides and hides and hides from everyone and even himself start to creep up.
No one knew he bugged everyone so much because when he’s alone, his own mind worked against him so much. It was when everything, his insecurities and lack of self worth showed itself to him. And how he’d sit/lie there, believing everything it spoke to him.
How he’d try so hard not to cry and when he’d cry, “I’m pathetic. I should be better than this. I really am nothing.” Would play in his mind.
“They’d be better off without you. You should’ve been the one to disappear, at least they could replace you. Shiro meant so much to everyone, and you? Nothing. Even if they did miss you, it’d pass and they’d forget about you.”
“You’re not really close to anyone here. You’re just an extra, not really needed. Why can’t you be a better fighter?”
He lets the hot tears fall, staying as silent as he can as he takes in shaken breathes. The tears feel like they burn his face.
“Why are you still around?”
His breathing becomes more erratic, each breath a struggle. As the thoughts come in more harshly and more quicker and angrier with himself.
Lance curls up into a ball, hands over his ears because every noise is too much right now. The slight buzz of electricity running though this ship, the muffled sounds of noise. His breathing is too loud, his sniffling too harsh on his ears.
Soon all he can hear is the piercing sound of silence. His breathing getting more and more shallow.
“Calm down, calm down. You can’t be this pathetic, just calm down. You’ve beeb through worse, don’t fall apart so easily. It’s not like anyone would notice anyways.” He forces himself to even his breathing. The tears have stopped. His head hurts and he feels nothing.
Nothing feels real to him. He gets up, walks over to the bathroom connected to his room and avoids looking in the mirror.
Blows his nose, washes his face, goes through the motions.
He goes back to his bed, laying down and falls asleep.
The next day, he acts like himself and no one noticed his puffy eyes.
He’s used to this. It’s just, sometimes he wishes someone would at least ask him if he’s okay.
This wasn’t the first time this has happened and it won’t be the last, he knows that. He just hopes he can hold himself together a bit longer.

Operation: Space Cat

Written for @kiiyudono


“What…is that?”

Everyone turned to follow Allura’s line of sight to Hunk, who was standing in the doorway of the common room with an absolutely massive cat in his arms.

“It’s a cat!” Lance said in delight.

“Well, what looks like a cat,” Pidge corrected. “We found him on the rescue mission.”

Allura turned her glare to Shiro, lifting an eyebrow for an explanation. He shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. “Uh…I said we could keep him? Didn’t see any harm to it. Plus, he is kind of cute.”

The cat in question purred loudly, flicking it’s reptilian tail in delight. It most closely resembled a Maine Coon cat from Earth, save for the tail, similar to a small alligator’s, and the ears, which were wider and much longer than a normal cats, to the point where they flopped like a rabbit’s. The ears were prehensile, as was the tail, and the whole animal was a dark green color. The only reason they had found him in the first place was because of Hunk’s headband, dangling in the wind as they searched the ruined city for survivors. Apparently space cats enjoyed dangling strings just as much as Earth cats.

“No harm to it?” Allura spluttered. “There are mice on this ship!”

Pidge held up her hands in a placating gesture. “No, it’s okay, we already-”

“Absolutely not! The survivors have been moved to a camp on the other side of the planet, they can take care of him. But I don’t want that cat on my ship!”

She spun around and stomped out of the room and the paladins slumped, turning to look at the cat. The purring had died to a small thunder instead of a full on storm, and the big blue eyes that gazed up at them were almost somber. Lance sighed and scratched behind the animal’s ears. “Sorry, Perce.”

“Perce?” Keith asked.

Lance glanced up at him, a smile flickering on his face. “Um, yeah? Like Percival? Come on, tell me this cat isn’t a Percival!”

Keith scoffed. “Um, no? He’s totally a Magnus!”

Lance wrinkled his nose. “You can’t be serious.”

“Guys,” Shiro interrupted. “Please. You heard Allura, we have to take him back to the villagers…besides, he’s definitely a Grendel.”

“What is this, English class?” Pidge demanded. “Look, I’ll take him down in Green and we can drop him off, be back here in a couple minutes.”

She held out her arms and Hunk deposited the cat into them, the whole team cracking a grin at the sight of Pidge carrying an animal that was almost half her size. She turned to head for the hangar, the cat’s rumbling back to jet plane level, and then glanced back, shifting him in her arms. “And his name is Alvern.”

The group followed her out, protesting that Alvern was a stupid name, leaving Hunk to stand alone with a bewildered look on his face. “I wanted to name her Denver,” he muttered to the empty room.

~~~~~

They were halfway to the camp when Pidge threw her hands up and halted Green mid-air. “Do we have to take him back?” she whined, turning and running a hand over the cat, who was curled contently around Pidge’s headrest and licking at the girl’s cheek.

Shiro bit his lip, fingers twitching at his sides. “Well…Allura really seems to think-”

“Shiro, please. We looked him up, we know his species doesn’t eat live prey! The mice were why we checked that in the first place, remember?”

A smile started to creep over Lance’s face. “What if we pretend to take him back?”

All eyes turned to him and his grin grew. “My siblings and I did that once with a stray kitten back home. We found him on the road, but our mom didn’t want any more pets, so we had to sneak him into Isabel’s room. We kept him a secret for months.”

“And how did that turn out?” Keith asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Lance imitated the gesture with a smirk. “Just fine, actually. He’s our parent’s favorite cat now.”

Hunk shrugged. “I’m sure we could hide her long enough. I could probably find something safe to eat, and there’s some bigger rooms downstairs in the base of the castle that no one ever goes into.”

Pidge hummed thoughtfully. “We already have a ton of stuff for Kaltenecker that we could use for like, bedding and litter and stuff. If we put him close enough to Kaltenecker, we could even just sneak out his used stuff with hers.”

Hunk frowned. “Uh, guys-”

“Perfect!” Lance declared. He spun on Shiro, clasping his hands together and sticking his lower lip out. “Pleeeaaaassssse Shiro?”

Pidge imitated the motion, and Hunk smiled warmly. Shiro studied them all before finally looking to Keith. “Keith? What do you say?”

Keith glanced down at the cat and gave a fond grin, scratching it behind the ears. “I say…Magnus and Kaltenecker will be pretty good roommates.”

“We are NOT calling him Magnus!”

~~~~~

The amount of times they almost got caught by Allura with the cat (whose name had still yet to be agreed on) was almost comical.

One moment, Lance would be playing fetch with him down the hall, and the next, Pidge would be sprinting around the corner, gasping about Allura coming their way. The first time it occurred, they got him hidden within seconds and were leaning over Kaltenecker’s pen as Allura came around the bend, smiling and waving innocently while she walked past. The second time, they actually had to hide him in Kaltenecker’s pen. The third time, Pidge had to go about jabbering to Allura so that she wouldn’t glance down and notice the alligator tail peeking out of Lance’s jacket.

They discovered early on that he actually liked food goo, and thus Percival-Magnus-Grendel-Alvern’s pen became the dumping ground for all the uneaten mush they could sneak away from the table.

None of them could agree on a name, so they took to calling him “GAMP” whenever they were together and their own personal names when they were alone. Hunk thought this was absolutely ridiculous, for a multitude of reasons, but he decided to sit back and play along, see how long it would take someone to notice.

Coran discovering Gamp’s existence was completely unsurprising; he took it well, especially when the paladins raced around showing him that Gamp didn’t eat mice, that Gamp was actually friends with the mice. The man agreed not to tell Allura, on the condition that the paladins didn’t let the cat take away from their responsibilities.

The biggest problem, however, was not Coran, or food, or even Allura.

No, Gamp wasn’t house trained.

Honestly, he had no reason to be, having been an outdoor cat in the village he had lived in, but the first time they discovered this, it was because Pidge took a very nasty spill upon walking into his room.

They covered the entire floor in hay and straw after that, pulling from Kaltenecker’s supply, but Lance informed them that they had to train him at some point, or else he would never learn.

Thus began the trials of “House Train a Space Cat Before He Pees Somewhere Allura Can Find.”

They tried everything from treats to toys to compliments to get Gamp to go to the bathroom in his designated corner, but no matter what they tried, that darn cat would find the time to go pretty much anywhere but the spot made up for him. It was irksome, to say the least, but they kept at it for days on end, finally seeing progress when they tried to lure him in with Hunk’s headband.

Hunk wasn’t too pleased about his headband being used as a cat toy to potty train with, but it was better than cleaning and replacing an entire roomful of hay every two days, so he let it go.

Of the paladins, Gamp seemed to like him the most. Whether it was because of his headband or his perfect scratches, Hunk wasn’t sure, but it was gratifying to walk in alongside the other four and have her race to him. The others got used to it, teasing Hunk about being a “mama lion,” and would set to cleaning up while he distracted her. He’d leave eventually, because he did feel bad about hogging what they considered a group pet, but for the most part, if he was in the room, Gamp was with him.

It happened one day while Hunk was busy helping Coran and Allura install some new bits and bobbles to the control panel in the main room. He was on his back, practically inside of the machine, when Lance came sprinting in, Pidge directly behind him.

“Hunk!” the teen yelped.

Hunk smacked his forehead on the inside of the console, groaning and rubbing his head as he scooted out from inside. “Lance, what’s-?”

“It’s Alvern,” Pidge whined, and it was then that he noticed both of them were on the verge of tears.

Lance didn’t argue about the name, which was how Hunk knew it was serious. “He won’t move, and we can’t get him to eat, and I don’t know what to do. We never had this problem with our cats!”

“Excuse me?”

They all froze and turned to Allura, whose arms were crossed over her chest. A frown rested on her face. “Did I just hear what I think I heard?”

Lance huffed. “Yes, we kept the cat, yes, we know it was against the rules, but it doesn’t matter, he’s sick, Hunk! And he likes you best, so I don’t know, we thought maybe you could help!”

Hunk stood up and dusted his hands on his pants. “Yeah, okay. I’m coming.”

He ran out alongside them, Allura and Coran on their heels, while Lance and Pidge rambled about his symptoms. Hunk had a pretty good idea about what was going on before they got there, just based on the last few weeks, and it was only confirmed when they turned into the room.

Gamp was stretched out along the hay, his maw resting on Keith’s thigh and his eyes shut. His ears twitched weakly under Keith’s fingers and Shiro was pacing in the back of the room. Both froze when they spotted Allura, but then Keith’s eyes flickered to Hunk’s pleadingly.

Allura glanced around the room as Hunk moved over to Keith, her gaze landing on Coran with suspicion. “You knew about this, didn’t you?” she demanded.

Coran gave a sheepish shrug. “To be fair, Princess, he doesn’t eat mice. Plus, he helped them bond!”

“He’s a girl.”

Everyone whipped around at that, jaws dropping as Hunk ran his hands delicately over the cat’s body. He peeked up at the silence, eyes twinkling and lips curved upwards. “I tried to tell you guys like, seven different times. She’s a girl.”

Lance clapped a hand to his forehead. “How did we miss that?”

Hunk shrugged and shooed Keith away, continuing his rub down and letting Gamp lick his hand halfheartedly. “I did a little more research than just what her species eats.”

Everyone glanced down, toeing at the floor, and then Shiro froze. “Wait, wait…you’d only be telling us that if-”

“Yup.”

~~~~~

One week later found each of the paladins, plus Allura and Coran, cradling their own mini version of the officially-named Denver, all of them satisfied with Hunk getting to name the mother so long as they each got to name one of their own.

“I’m gonna name you Malulu,” Allura cooed to the one she was holding, grinning in delight as the baby licked her nose, tail whipping back and forth.

Keith, who was lying on his stomach alongside Pidge and Lance watching their space cats trip over their too-long ears, glanced up with a lifted eyebrow. “Thought you didn’t want any cats?” he teased.

Allura flushed and cuddled Malulu closer. “I take it back. I want all of them.”

anonymous asked:

awh get better but here's a prompt? I just came up with this for you to feel better: lance being the castle's walking spa, like if anyone (you can pick) is feeling sad they just go to him and he has everything to make them feel better and fresh, maybe even memorizes everyone's likes or dislikes (he probably keeps Keith's mullet silky and soft even though he 'claims' to hate it)

anon, i have been gushing over this prompt this whole weekend with my friends and then… i accidentally wrote a little drabble

my hand slipped


The mission had been long and hard, and everyone was exhausted. As Lance landed Blue in her hangar, he quickly hopped out of her and ran up to his room, grinning from ear to ear despite the tiredness that clung to his limbs, making his movements rather sluggish.

While he heard the others shuffling around and complaining through their comms, Lance muted his own and hummed a bit as he gathered everyone’s baskets. After a day like today, they all deserved a break. A moment or two to just relax!

“Lance, hey, it’s time for debriefing upstairs, come on. We’re waiting for you.” Shiro tells him before the radio goes silent– everyone probably took their helmets off. Arms filled with small baskets piled on top of one another, he headed to the control room.

He noted when he entered that the others had already started, setting each thing down before taking a seat next to his best friend and listening to Shiro and Allura speak. It took a few minutes, but once they were done, Lance stood excitedly. “Um, excuse me!”

Shiro raised a brow at him, turning back to the group just as he had been about to walk away to the training deck, motioning for Lance to continue. The Cuban boy bounced on his heels in excitement before addressing them all. “Okay! So, I have these things…” He begins.

As they sat their on the round couches Lance explained how his mother used to always explain to him how important self-care was, how she would always take care of her babies when they were down.

“I want to do that for you all now. We had…  a tough time out there. We all deserve a little bit of R&R time.”

At this Allura tilted her head, arms crossed over her chest as she spoke. “Um, Lance, what’s ‘r and r time’? It sounds… Odd.”

Lance merely smiles, hands stuffed into his pockets to hide the slight tremble they had gained from talking about his family. “Well, it’s basically just when you take time to take care of yourself and relax. A human saying.”

Allura agreed to let Lance ‘take care of them’, as he had put it, and with that he began to hand out each person’s individualized basket, himself included. “I’ve been collecting these things every time we go to swap moons! I made each one based on what you all like and what would be best for your skin types and stuff!”

“Like, Mullet, I put the tea tree oil shampoo in yours because it makes your hair soft and keeps it less greasy, and I put what I hope is similar to a hydrating mask in there to keep your skin from getting super dry.

“But Allura got a lot of the same stuff I have skin wise because we have similar skin types! And Shiro got coconut oil-ish stuff because it’s gentler on scars but still keeps skin healthy–”

A hand found it’s way to Lance’s back and gently patted it, making the tanned boy jump a bit in surprise. “Thanks Lance, that’s really nice of you.” Shiro tells him with a kind smile, looking down at him with slight admiration while Hunk and Pidge voiced their agreement.

“So… Space family spa day?” He questions, looking around at the group.

“Space family spa day.”