How can you say that when the most important things in your life, the things that matter the most, the things that you’re supposed to share, you kept all of them from me? You lied to me about everything. (insp.)
Thank you buccellati for acknowledging that I am better at fashion. Now, let me tell you what I think…
It does suit you if you’re aiming to be a walking green plastic bag. Not only it looks like
a badly made raincoat, it also looks like a parachute got stuck around your neck. I mean, come on, buccellati… I know your gang have bad sense in fashion, but how come you find this interesting?
No wait, how come anyone think of this as fashion?
Who the fuck walk down the street with this abomination???
just saying but most iconic front women from rock/music history have had lesbian relationships. janis joplin? joan jett? josephine baker? debbie harry? amy winehouse? the godmother, the QUEEN, of all rock music sister rosetta tharpe? ALL have expressed in public (or private) their attraction for women as well as men. lesley gore, the 60s pop artist who gave us “you don’t own me”? a lesbian. ma rainey, a blues artist who gave us one of the first recordings of actual, non-subtextual lesbian content in “prove it on my blues”. and these are just the women who are, for the most part, well-known for their music and image. women who love women have done so much for music, and this is most likely only scratching the surface
Sanji wanted some revenge after the gang teased him about his breakup (viola left him at a mc donalds lol) so he put sleeping pills to their dinner. And soooooo, when everyone fell asleep…this happened
ALRIGHT BRACE YOURSELVES BECAUSE THIS IS A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG POST (literally, 40 images)
I’M SO SORRY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEASE FORGIVE MEEE THIS IS SO LONG OMG I’m sure y’all gonna be like WHAT BITCH PLEASE I AIN’T READING THIS THING but GIVE IT A GO I SWEEAR IT’S WORTH IT
I want for the Paladins to a “spring
cleaning” in the Castle and the Lions and that they find all sort of stuff,
especially from the paladins before them that once piloted their lions.
I want Lance to find a small heavy box
filled with small squares that resemble photos and in all of them a young happy
ex-Blue Paladin is smiling bright and big at the camera. I want him to go
through all the photos of their adventures where they are on with blue paladin
armor along with the rest team and photos of the planets and people they saved.
I want him to be motivated of that and push himself to do as good as his senior
Paladin did; to help, save and care.
I want Hunk to find video clips of the old
paladin of his lion where he’s almost video blogging and he’s narrating the
adventures. The videos start as a formal report but then slowly turn into a
journal and Hunk is mesmerized by the story telling. The stories become more
personal as the videos go on and then, in one of them, there’s a second tiny
person besides the old yellow paladin, cradled in his arms and Hunk gasps out
when Alfor whispers Allura’s name as he stares fondly at the small Altean baby.
I want Pidge to find all kind of dry plants
and flowers in one of her lion’s compartments and for her to being curious
enough to look their meaning and components, to see if they were related to the
nature back in Olkari, but turns out they are just harmless simple silly
plants/leaves/flowers/petals from different planets. I want her to find the old
Green Paladin notebook with the characteristics of each plant and it’s enough
for Pidge to search and wonder why they were so important to the past paladin.
I want her to feel this soothing calm breeze inside her as she learns more and
more about nature and feels a better connection with her Lion.
I want Keith to find sketches. I want him
to find sketches of aliens, planets, explosions, Red, all the lions together,
Voltron itself, the castle. I want him to see through the old red Paladin’s eyes
and see their reality, to see the calling and good and belonging they had and
wishing he could be part of that. I want him to pick up that extra empty
journal he finds, covered in dust and falling blank pages, and start doing his
own sketches, making up his mind and starts portraying his home, his team, his
family he has found and creating his own path slowly.
Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”
It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.
“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”
Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.
Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”
“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.
He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”
“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”
“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.
Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”
His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.
His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”
“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.
Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”
He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.