there is nothing left to accomplish


Yo! I wrote a thing. Remember when Cat fell out of a plane and Kara caught her? Yeah, it takes place during that. Obviously, I added some stuff.

Cat gripped the seat belt with a desperation she hadn’t felt in decades when an explosion wracked the plane. The fuselage door was ripped off its hinges and the wings disintegrated in a fiery blast, forcing the plane to plummet towards the ground like a giant, metal paperweight.

The sudden jostling threatened her tenuous hold, and letting go spelled certain death, but the twisting and jarring of the plane wrested her loose, and a gut-wrenching realization of impending death engulfed her.

Regrets flashed through her mind as she tumbled out of the plane, a moment eerily reminiscent of the time she’d been thrown off the balcony. The regret foremost in her mind was her lack of courage in telling Kara how she felt. Instead of revealing her feelings, Cat had run. She’d run with the excuse of conquering new seas, telling Kara to ‘dive’ when she, herself, had been too scared to follow her own advice.

The second? Well, the second regret that plagued her was allowing that woman to have the last word. I don’t confab. I command. Cat scoffed. Those words infuriated her, even now, as she hurtled headfirst towards earth.

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Ten things to do in 2017:

1. Take it a day at a time. You don’t have to know what you’re doing the next day or even the next hour. I’ve learned that the more you think in the future, the shorter the day seems and the months fly past you and you’re left feeling discontent and unsatisfied. It’s almost like everything has been in a blur, and you find yourself saying, “the year went by so fast”, even though you haven’t accomplished much. So do everything in the moment of ‘now’, and cherish each minute like it’s the last minute you have.

2. Let it go. You know nothing is going to change, because you can’t change people unless they truly want to and you can’t change the past either, and the sooner you realize this, you will spend more time being happy than in a constant battle with your mind and your heart. They need to rest too.

3. Take risks. If you never take any, the moment that turned out for the worst could have turned out for the best. This works vice-versa as well, but either way, you will learn from these experiences. You won’t forget how rapidly your heart was beating in these moments and how electric you felt. It will be worth it in the end, trust me.

4. Call up that person that you didn’t spend enough time getting to know, simply because you were too distracted with somebody else or just didn’t feel like you’d become something more than acquaintances. Greet strangers and embrace the idea of diversity. Ask questions about different cultures, morals, ideas, beliefs; educate yourself as much as you can.

5. Go ahead and wear that outfit you keep telling yourself that it doesn’t look good on you. You bought it because you liked it, yes? So, show it to the whole damn world. If you do it with a smile and confidently squared shoulders—even better. You are beautiful.

6. Instead of procrastinating and wallowing in self-pity, get up and do something. Sitting around is not going to do much but make you feel horrible, and you’ll create scenarios that may not even exist or be as big in your head that will cause matters to become worse. You want this to be your year of explosive progress? Set goals and strive to achieve them. You want to look back at the end of the year and say, “I did good”.

7. Spend more time with your family or friends. Build a support system so strong, that you will never feel lonely. In fact, this support system will lead you to feeling content even when you are alone, because you won’t feel the constant need to either be with someone or have somebody who loves you, because you know you’ll have people who love you and the more love you surround yourself with, the easier it becomes to love yourself too.

8. Be kind always and be angry when you need to be. Stand up for the ideas that you believe in and don’t back down from them just because you have a different opinion. Learn to love the sound of your voice when it bounces off the walls of a classroom full of people, because your voice has the power to change a million minds. Remember, you are allowed to feel whatever it is you feel.

9. Go on more road trips or just take a few minutes to be outside by yourself. Inhale and exhale the air around you. Watch the stars, the sunset, the sunrise, the birds flying in the sky, the cars passing by. Walk in the rain sometimes without an umbrella, instead of running. Let the sunlight soak your skin more often. God, isn’t the world itself beautiful?

10. Be faithful. This is the year you hoped to be better. Don’t let anything stop you from achieving that, because you are limitless as long as you believe yourself to be.

—  Ten things to do in 2017
The Top 10 Films of 2016

Another year has passed, and since I remember people being interested last time, I have put together a fresh list running down my top 10 films of 2016. Enjoy, and look out for my top 10 most anticipated films of 2017 list @starwarsnonsense (which is my Star Wars blog)!

Honourable mentions: Rogue One, Kubo and the Two Strings, When Marnie Was There and Love and Friendship.

1. Paterson

One line review: An exquisitely understated and sweet portrait of the poetry of the mundane, elevated to the level of transcendence by a marvellously genuine and appealing performance from Adam Driver.

2. Nocturnal Animals

One line review: Not style over substance as some have claimed (though every frame is gorgeous), Nocturnal Animals is a deeply unsettling portrait of a seemingly immaculate life fractured by festering regrets.

3. Moana

One line review: My favourite of all the CG Disney animated movies, Moana is a wonderfully refreshing adventure that has relationships between women at its core.

4. Arrival

One line review: A beautiful piece of cinematic sci-fi that is ultimately a celebration of linguistics and love - this underlines that 2016 is truly the year of Amy Adams.

5. Your Name

One line review: A Ghibli-shaped hole in my heart was filled by this movie, which features wondrously detailed animation and some of the most ingenious and rewarding plotting I’ve ever seen.

6. Midnight Special

One line review: I bought a ticket for Adam Driver but loved Midnight Special for Michael Shannon, who delivers a powerhouse performance as a father willing to go to any lengths to protect his terrifyingly powerful child.

7. Zootopia

One line review: A perky and remarkably imaginative animated movie with a central message that promotes tolerance and compassion without resorting to preachiness.

8. Tale of Tales

One line review: The year’s best looking movie (sorry, Nocturnal Animals!) and one of the best and most authentic presentations of fairy tales I’ve ever seen on the big screen.

9. The Witch

One line review: The year’s most unusual horror movie relies on historical authenticity and the gradual build of a creepy atmosphere as opposed to cheap thrills, and is a remarkable evocation of the paranoia and superstition of the earliest European settlers of America.

10. The Girl With All The Gifts

One line review: This movie basically means Hollywood shouldn’t bother with a film of The Last of Us, since there’s nothing left to accomplish - the killer premise of child zombies is exploited to the fullest extent here, and the weird, faintly surreal ending truly lingers.

shigeo: “the reason you’re so hostile towards me. you hate your own kind. you are a little like me. not the fact that you have psychic powers… it’s your lack of self confidence. take away your psychic power, and you have nothing left. you’d be an empty shell. you know that, and you are afraid. that’s why you want me gone. you don’t want to admit that without psychic power, you can’t accomplish anything.”


Hey guys! I made another quotes list for the philosophers, since I left some out and there were quotes that deserved their own post. Once again, I hope you like these quotes and think they are inspirational!


  • “The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself.”
  • “Intellect is the swiftest of things, for it runs through everything.”
  • “Hope is the only good that is common to all men; those who have nothing else possess hope still.”
  • “Nothing is more active than thought, for it travels over the universe, and nothing is stronger than necessity for all must submit to it.”

Jean de la Bruyere

  • “Out of difficulties grow miracles.”

Francis Bacon

  • “In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.”
  • “Knowledge is power.”
  • “The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.”
  • “Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable.”
  • “The way of fortune is like the milkyway in the sky; which is a number of small stars, not seen asunder, but giving light together: so it is a number of little and scarce discerned virtues, or rather faculties and customs, that make men fortunate.”

Michel de Montaigne

  • “Lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself.”
  • “A wise man never loses anything, if he has himself.”

Bertrand Russell

  • “Anything you’re good at contributes to happiness.”
  • “To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.”
  • “The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”
  • “The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.”
  • “To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness.”
  • “The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge.”

Alan Watts

  • “You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.”
  • “Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.”
  • “The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”
  • “I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.”
  • “You don’t look out there for God, something in the sky, you look in you.”
  • “Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.”
  • “To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.”
  • “No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.”

George Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

  • “Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.”

Jean-Paul Sartre

  • “It is only in our decisions that we are important.”
  • “Life begins on the other side of despair.”
  • “The best work is not what is most difficult for you; it is what you do best.”
  • “Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.”
  • “We must act out passion before we can feel it.”
  • “Everything has been figured out, except how to live.”
  • “If you are lonely when you’re alone, you are in bad company.”
  • “There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”
  • “Freedom is what you do with what’s been done to you.”


  • “He has the most who is most content with the least.”


  • “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

Blaise Pascal

  • “Vanity is but the surface.”
  • “Man’s greatness lies in his power of thought.”
  • “The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.”

Bernard Williams

  • “Talent is a flame. Genius is a fire.”
  • “There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.”
  • “Man never made any material as resilient as the human spirit.”
  • “We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.”
  • “Life is supposed to be a series of peaks and valleys. The secret is to keep the valleys from becoming Grand Canyons.”
voiceless - langst

WARNING - extreme langst suffering :(

Lance loved his voice.

Ever since he was a child, his family proudly displayed his singing talents all over town. They bought him an expensive guitar, despite not being the wealthiest of families, and he learned to write songs and play the instrument. His mama would always ask him to sing the song he wrote for her before bed. Despite it being a very bad song in Lance’s opinion, she would always hug him afterwards and whisper about how much she loved it.

“My precious little secret,” she would murmur through a wide smile. “don’t give it to anyone else, ok?”

Lance was well-known for his voice. In his little town, Lance was very popular, because of his good looks and boisterous attitude, along with his voice. He entered many singing competitions, mostly to earn money for his family, and he won every single one. His family acquired enough money to send him off to the Garrison, which was a prestigious school far away from home. Lance was loath to leave his family, but they encouraged him to accomplish his dream, which was to go to space. No matter how much he loved singing, Lance longed to become a pilot. So he accepted and left, his mother humming under her breath Lance’s song. He would miss her voice. It sounded just like honey.

“Sing it to me when you come back,” was the last thing she said to him with a watery smile. Lance could only nod, unable to say anything other than “I love you.”

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believememylove  asked:

Please, I love when you write for Jack Wilder. Also I just rewatched both of the Now you see me movies and am dying for new stuff

WELL SINCE YOU SAID PLEASE. Basing this off of one of my earlier headcanons!

Imagine Jack just listening to you talk, and before you know it, he’s mastered your voice and he uses it when he’s playing around and mocks you.

Title: Voices.
Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader.
Words: 1069.
Rating: T.

“I’m just saying,” Jack stated rather proudly with a cocky grin that tilted to the left side. His dimple showed itself momentarily and left a warm feeling flutter in your chest as it always had a way of melting even the coldest of hearts. “Imitating voices are easy. I could teach you, if you wanted.” With a flick of his wrist, he sent the deck of cards resting in his hands into a frenzy before relaxing them once again. His fingers continued to tap against them. Being stuck in one place, in what would be considered ‘intense hiding’ was doing absolutely nothing for his restlessness. Sitting in an armchair, his legs dangling over the side with the occasional kick of his feet in a sporadic rhythm. He held himself with such a casual confidence it left you feeling vaguely jealous and wondering as to how he accomplished such a slacked appearance.

Jack gazed up at you with deep brown eyes. The sun sunk through the window across from where he was sitting, accentuating the curves of his face and lightning his eyes so they appeared a shade or two lighter than they actually were. His eyelashes framed his eyes and seemed to be on fire as the sunlight dripped onto his skin. Jack’s eyes spoke many things at once but the most prominent emotion happened to be on the more mischievous side. He flicked his wrist once again and the rapid movement of the deck of cards brought you back into reality, away from the seemingly inevitable daydream sitting across from you. “Have you really heard my voice enough to imitate me?” You finally inquired moments after being mesmerized by him.

Jack’s face faltered for a moment as he thought about it, that once beautiful smirk dipping into a slight frown before turning into a full on smile. It was a dramatic change of facial expressions which was something he was also good at executing. A soft chuckle left his parted lips and with a gentle clearing of his throat, he began speaking. “Yeah, I’d like to think I listen to you. Even when you don’t know it.”

“What do you mean?” You laughed quietly, fixing your eyes on the cards on his hands. “Even when I don’t know it?”

“Yesterday,” He used as an example, “when you were talking to Danny in the kitchen. You were complaining. I’m glad you were, I wasn’t sure what you would have sounded like when complaining. Even when you complain to me, it sounds different.”

Raising your eyebrows in amusement, you smiled and asked, “What do I sound like when I’m complaining?”

Your request seemed to amuse him as he brought his legs down and propped himself properly on the armchair. His shirt rode up for a few seconds with his movement, catching your eyes. Resting his hands on his thighs, Jack leaned forward and shot a more heated grin at you this time. You caught his eyes this time and kept them locked before Jack opened his mouth. He laughed while you expecting to hear him speak. Biting down on his bottom lip, Jack’s smile twirled into a childish expression. “I can’t do it with you staring at me like that. So much pressure.”

He was playing around, you could tell from the tone of voice he had used. Slightly raised and a bit more frantic. “Please.” You laughed your plea and covered your mouth.

Jack laughed as well, looking to the side before clearing his throat once again. “Please.” The sound that came out of his mouth was one that sounded exactly like you did. As strange as it was as well, Jack had moved his face in a gesture that mimicked your expressions..

“I don’t sound like that, do I?” You gasped, throwing your head back in a chuckle.

“I don’t sound like that, do I?” Jack’s voice dipped back to normal at the end of the sentence. He couldn’t control himself from laughing. “You really do sound like that.”

“How awful.” You grimaced playfully.

“Awful?” Jack’s face scrunched into disbelief. “I think you sound cute. Trust me (Name), I spend my nights sitting in bed trying to talk like you, but for the longest time I couldn’t get it just right.” Jack stood up, resting the deck of cards on the table in the middle of the living room. He took a few steps towards you, his heavy boots pattering against the floor as he did. There was no logical sense in being dressed with when you were in hiding, but still Jack found himself getting up and getting ready. It was a precautionary thing, he told you once, you always have to be ready to run. “There’s just something about your voice that I can’t seem to grasp.”

“Maybe you didn’t practice enough.” You teased.

“Nah.” He shrugged his slender shoulders and sat next to you on the loveseat. Gesturing with his hands, he rolled his hand from his throat to you and admitted, “Your voice has a quality that I can’t imitate just right. I guess I love you too much, so it makes it hard to imitate that sort of emotion.” This was something you knew but hearing him say it was something that left you feeling weak in the knees. You were thankful you were sitting because you were sure if you were standing you would have fallen completely. Jack seemed a bit more bashful now as he let that be said. His cheeks held a soft pink color and his eyes were staring straight forward.

It was your turn to shrug your shoulders as you fiddled with your fingers, “Why would that matter?”

“Because I like the way your voice sounds when you speak.” He turned his attention to you finally, his dark brown eyes drowning into yours. His body leaned towards you, “I like the way you talk to me. You don’t talk to anyone else they same way.”

Smiling cutely, you brushed two fingers across his right eyebrow before dropping them down his cheek, “That’s because I love you too much.”

Jack nodded and bit his bottom lip while tipping his head towards your fingers, “You can copy my phrases but you still sound nothing like me.”

“I don’t want to sound like you.” You admitted, “I don’t want anyone to sound like you, Jack. I love the way you sound…”

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Got7 Reaction to their  Girlfriend Showering them with Kisses while Cuddling.


Jaebum would lowkey love it. Both of you would be tangled together on the couch talking about who-knows-what, and when there seemed to be a lag in the conversation, you kissed his cheek. He would look into your eyes and smile, but before he could pull anything, you placed your lips on his nose, then his forehead, the opposite cheek, and finished by lightly kissing his lips. You looked at him with an accomplished look on your face, while he tried to hold back his laughter at how cute you were being.


It was a rare day of relaxation with Mark. Neither of you had left the house, let alone each other’s arms, it seemed. Nothing special was happening either, as you both cycled from sleeping, to playing on your phones, to rambling about whatever came to mind. You looked over at him, lying down beside you scrolling through instagram, and smiled a little before getting up in his face, which made him grin. You quickly pecked his lips before moving on to random places all over his face. “Ahh, Jagi, what are you doing?” He would say through fits of laughter.


Goodness, you were getting yourself into some trouble by attacking Jackson with endless kisses. When you launched up from your seated position beside him and wrapped your arms around his neck, he immediately tried to retaliate, trying to make it a game between the two of you. Eventually though, he would let you win because he can’t resist getting endless kisses from his favorite person.


He soooo wouldn’t admit it, but this boy would love it. You two would be cuddling at the end of a long day and you would decide to brighten up the mood by rolling over a bit and placing a light kiss on his nose. He would shrivel up his nose and his lips formed into a slight grin as his sleepy eyes looked lovingly into yours. You would continue to various other parts of his face as he glues his eyes shut to wait for you to finish your antics. “You’re so silly.” He would say once you returned to your previous position in his arms.


We already know that upon you showering him with kisses he would get smiley and giggly beyond belief. You would be watching a movie on the couch and have your limbs entwined in his and just decide to turn towards him and start peppering his face with random-placed kisses. He would immediately burst out in a fit of giggles as you continued, but he showed no objections. Once you finished, he would look at you, eyes lit up and a big smile on his face: “Ahh, what was that for?”


You guys would be cuddling and casually talking about nothing in particular and for some reason, you just felt like catching him off guard. So, you would get up in his face and smile for a bit, just to add some creepy-factor to the whole ordeal and start planting little kisses on his lips, then his cheeks, and then to anywhere else on his face. He’d probably get super flustered and wouldn’t know what to do, but he would definitely like it, no doubt about it.


It was an off-day for Yugyeom so you two pretty much sat around doing a whole lot of nothing. But, whether it was watching some show, playing on your phones, or cuddling you were just happy to be with him all day. At this point in time you would have your head on his shoulder while watching something you found on television and, to try to make things more entertaining, you moved to face him and started peppering light kisses all over his face. He would smile and chuckle a bit, scrunching up his eyes in a cute way before saying: “You’re adorable, Jagi.”


“You'e weak! And I’ve outgrown you.”

My brother called me yesterday with a stunning revelation he’d had about this scene: intentional or not, this is a perfect commentary on the superhero genre of today, and about one of its greatest weaknesses.

He’s calling Mr. Incredible weak here because the man refused to do one thing–and that was to kill someone. And because he sees him as being unable to kill, he sees him as weak–and childish. “I’ve outgrown you.” Now he is in the realm of “mature” superheroes, where Superman has to snap a man’s neck and Catwoman has to shoot Bane, where the purity of a woman forged by clay is unrelatable and marriage is nonconducive to an interesting story. His is a world where superheroes die to make villains seem impressive, a world where a dark and gritty realism is more important than a fun and adventurous fantasy. 

In the end of this movie, though, the Omnidroid isn’t beaten by Mr. Incredible finding Syndrome and beating an explanation out of him to stop the robot; they solve it through brainwork, audacity, and a fun and creative action sequence. Syndrome dies in the end, yes, but that’s primarily because he keeps trying to push his view, and ends up destroying himself.

But this is Syndrome being Zack Snyder or Frank Miller, and believing that the fun adventures of yesteryear are childish fantasies that need to be left behind: ours is a world where to relate to a superhero, we have to see that superhero be unable to accomplish his task completely, where he has to settle and accept a compromise in order to preserve the greater good. We can’t admire them for being able to do what we cannot–we have to grow up and see that they’re just like us, they’re nothing special. Not really. And that is what true maturity is. A truly mature Avatar would kill the Firelord, a truly mature Superman would have no choice but to fight in the middle of a city, and video games need to be about cover-based shooting and military combat in the real world. With quick-time-events!

And of course, that’s all complete bullcrap, and the sooner that mentality gets sucked into a jet engine, the happier I’ll be. 

Spandex is for amateurs

Blueliner was pretty cute for a superhero, but then again so was Derek Nurse…

Dex had known his day was going to be awful. Nothing bad had actually happened that morning, but there was that feeling in the pit of his stomach. That all too familiar feeling that meant he’d run into him today, which meant Dex left his place wary of everything and everyone.

He was right to be suspicious.

Dex’s face was pressed down into the disgusting carpet, a heavy boot resting on his back. The boot, sitting heavily on an old bruise, was an uncomfortable pressure that got worse the longer it was there. He crushed the urge to shift and lay stiffly on the ground. It wasn’t even lunch yet and his day had gone to shit.

“Hurry up, Chad! That’s enough for now. We gotta get out of here before-“ 

The Chad at the till let out a cry of “Chad!” as the boot, and attached Chad, flew off of Dex and into the wall. He was wrestled to the ground, quickly cuffed, and Money Chad darted for the bank entrance. Before he made it beyond a few steps, Money Chad was trussed up like his partner. It was over in the blink of an eye.

Honestly, what was wrong with these guys.

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Request from anon for a Happy x Reader using the following prompts:

#75 - “Can you stop poking me?!” “I’m not poking you.”

#81 - “It’s locked!” “You mean we’re stuck in here?”

#83 - “Hey! I was watching that!”

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You make a sound of disgust as you pinch your nose with your thumb and index, spraying the air freshener aggressively. You understood when you came to Belfast that you weren’t going to be living in a five star hotel with luxurious facilities and chocolates left on your pillow, but still, you at least expected your company not to be complete pigs.

Satisfied that you’ve used enough spray to cover up the vulgar smell of shit, you wash your hands, before stomping your way to the living room. Currently, it was just you and your number one nemesis left in the residence, the others and Gemma having left for whatever reason a couple hours ago.

“Seriously, you didn’t think of spraying something to cover up the smell of death in that bathroom?” you scold as you reach the sofa, Happy sprawled out across it, his attention solely focused on the tiny TV in front of him.

He shushes you rudely, batting you away with his hands as you stand near his entertainment, him not giving a rats ass about what you’re saying. Scoffing, you turn around, yanking the TV plug out of its socket, sounds of annoyance leaving Happy’s lips.

“Hey! I was watching that!” he growls, standing up from his relaxed position and going to reach around you to put the plug back in. You push him backwards, raising your eyebrows sternly as you demand to be listened to. He shrugs his shoulders in question as he stares at you. “What?”

“Spray next time you shit, it’s that simple.” You glare at him as you wait for your message to sink in, Happy’s eyes in slits as he looks back at you. Once you’re satisfied, you flash him a sickly smile, walking to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

“You know, you might get fucked by an Irish man if you remove that stick that’s jammed up your ass.” Happy says, the TV restored to its previous state, some gritty horror film playing. You slam the cupboard in response, pouring the boiling water into your mug and wishing it was Happy’s skin instead.

“Thanks for the tip. Better not remove the stick in your ass, I dread to think what might come out.” Happy laughs sarcastically as you take a seat with your drink, your mind already whirring with ideas to piss him off. You smirk to yourself as you bring the tea to your lips, slurping obnoxiously.

You act unaware as you pretend to watch the screen, Happy’s angry eyes burning into the side of your face. After a few more slurps, he curses under his breath, throwing the remote in your lap before he heads for the door. “Off so soon?”

He flips you the bird over his shoulder, an accomplished smile sliding onto your lips. He rattles the door handle loudly, desperate for an escape from your company, but to no avail.

“Did you forget how to open a door?” you ask after the rattling continues, the channels on the TV flicking as you search through. Rolling your eyes, you get up, reaching the door and pushing Happy over to the side. “It’s left, not right. Genius.”

Happy watches you smugly as you fail to unlock the door, your brows knotting in confusion as you turn it the correct way, yet nothing happens. You attempt it a few more times, but again, nothing.

“I think it’s locked.” Happy says, loving the fact that you’re not right - for once. He rattles the handle once more for good measure, before smirking at you. “Definitely locked.”

“Thanks for the input, Sherlock. You mean we’re stuck in here? I’m stuck in here, with you?” Happy almost looks offended for a moment, before he walks and slumps back down on the couch, the remote being scooped back into his possession.

“Looks like it, Princess. Better get comfy.”

You grit your teeth, breathing in deeply in an attempt to stop yourself from attacking the man next to you. The torment continues, your last little bit of resolve crumbling. “Can you stop poking me?!”

Happy looks taken aback with your outburst, before his shock changes to smugness. “I’m not poking you.”

“Who’s doing it then? Casper the pokey ghost?” Happy laughs deeply at your words, a small smile tickling at your lips. You catch yourself, however, your serious expression remaining in place. “You’d think that with your job title you’d be able to pick a lock.”

He shrugs in response, the two of you facing each other on the couch. “Who says I can’t?”

Your eyes widen as you stare at Happy in bewilderment. You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t, as if he’s waiting to test your reaction.

“Are you saying that you’re choosing not to open the door?” you ask, slight anger but mostly just confusion brewing inside of you. If he could free the two of you from each others company, why wouldn’t he?

“Yeah.” You gesture with your hands for him to elaborate, a smile on his lips like he’s enjoying tormenting you. “Is my company that bad?”

“Well, no.” Happy’s smile fades as you hesitate, and suddenly you feel as if you’ve offended him somehow. “Wouldn’t you rather be away from me? I mean, we’re not exactly best friends.”

“Forget it.” Happy gets up swiftly, the mood tense. You huff in annoyance, hating the fact that you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Getting up, you follow him as he goes to the kitchen, his hands yanking open the drawers as he loudly throws stuff around.

“Hap-” You reach for his arm, him shoving you off roughly, your back slamming into the counter behind you. You make a sound of pain, rubbing your back to try and ease the sting, Happy looking at you apologetically.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” he says, his tone completely sincere, not that it helps the damage that’s already been done. You turn around, heading for your bedroom to at least lock yourself away, but a grip on your wrist stops you from moving. “Let me explain.”

You spin around, pulling your arm out of his hold. You’ve never seen him look so vulnerable, his eyes unusually soft as they observe you, asking you to give him a chance. “Explain what? Why you’re so confusing? One minute you’re a dick and the next you actually seem decent but-”

You yelp as you’re pushed backwards, your back pressing against the wall as your mouth stays parted slightly in shock. You go to speak, though you’re halted, Happy pressing his lips roughly against yours.

Your eyes are wide as you try to comprehend what’s happening, you unresponsive against Happy’s actions. Noticing this, he goes to pull away, you gripping his shirt before he can. You pull his face to yours, kissing him with just as much hunger as he kissed you.

It’s hard to believe what’s happening as you stay pressed against the wall, the heat coursing through your body something you’ve never felt, something you never thought you’d feel from kissing the man in front of you.

Breathless, you both pull away, your cheeks flushing under Happy’s prying gaze. He pulls away swiftly, cursing under his breath as you hear the door unlock, the others flooding in as Happy disappears into his room, leaving you confused, cold and slightly aroused.

A/N - Hope you liked this! It’s unreal that I’m almost at 800 followers! Thank you all so much for your continued support. Your hearts, comments, reblogs. Even if I don’t respond (bc honestly I’m a granny when it comes to this) I see it all and I’m so completely and utterly thankful. ❤

I was born in 1886 in Quincy New England. MY mother left me on the door steps of a married couple. it was very obvious that something was wrong with me . ten years later i grew up to become a young healthyboy i was sent to school where i was bullied constantly everyday. i suffered and cried but my Parents cared for me and loved me. at 20 i attended an Ivy league school & graduated. but even though i had accomplished so much i felt i had nothing to be proud of. 

i decided to travel the world in the 1920s. during the great depression.  i went to england. china. and also germany. i avoided the draft which is great because that meant i did not die. war sucks. in the 1950s i became an astronaught and was the first man to walk on the moon. i put the aremia flag on the moon. in 1969. later that day i went home to 69 my wife. but yet. i felt no pride.

how ever it was in the late 1980s that i felt i had done something. i was the president of the united states and i met with mikalev gorebachev. i told him to break down the floor. and he fucking did. i ended capitalism as we knew it. i was finally proud to have united germany single handedly. 

and today i come to you and tell you my story. my sexy sexy story. it is 1999. the end of the world. and i’m glad i could have saved it with a bang. Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait…The Earth began to cool,The autotrophs began to drool,Neanderthals developed tools,We built a wall (we built the pyramids),Math, science, history, unraveling the mystery,That all started with the big bang (bang)! a big bang. 


anonymous asked:

Mira Rajput spoke at a women's day event, she basically went on to say working women's children are like puppies... why is even speaking at an event and on top of that dismissing working women's' struggles.

I don’t think that’s QUITE what she was implying with the puppy comment, but there were so many things mildly offensive about what she said:

“I am a housewife and wear that label with pride. Why can’t you be an accomplished homemaker? Accomplishing could mean anything one has their heart set on. I had a tough pregnancy, bringing Misha (seven-month-old daughter) into this world. Now, I love being at home and spending time with my child. I don’t want to spend an hour with her and then rush to work. I don’t want to spend one hour in the day with my child and then rush off to work. Why did I have her then? I want to be there for her as a mother. Seeing her grow up can’t be quantified. She is my baby, not a puppy.”

There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a homemaker, if that’s her choice. But it’s easy to make that choice when you have an insane amount of economic privilege to help you “make” your home. You can accomplish a lot when you have maids and nannies at your disposal. Most women work because they have to, not because they don’t want to spend more time with their kids.

And it’s insulting for women who want to work, as well. I mean, I grew up with a single mother who worked and went to uni at the same time, and I wasn’t…abandoned? I did not need my mom around 24/7, she didn’t miss out on my childhood, and it was good for me to see her work. It’s a positive thing for children, especially daughters, to see their mothers accomplishing things professionally. Shockingly, a lot of women have identities outside of being a mother, and just because they have children doesn’t mean they can’t pursue their own goals as well. Asking why you’d have a kid just to go to work is just…rude. Not to mention easy to say when you’re a millionaire and don’t have to consider your financial obligations to your child.

You’re right, I have no idea why she was asked to speak. She’s done nothing remarkable to qualify her to speak on women’s issues. If she just left it at being proud of her own decision to stay home with her baby, that’d be fine, and that’s a completely valid decision. But her justification was just…completely tone-deaf (and honestly, reflective of the fact that she grew up rich and probably doesn’t know much about the realities of being a middle/working class mother).

Double Tap Mishap

Otayuri Week 2017 - DAY TWO (Feb 21): Social Media (Twitter, Instagram, Skype, Snapchat, selfies, online relationships) OR Celebrations (medals, holidays, birthdays)

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Yuri was always extra careful when it came to his Instagram likes; especially so when a certain Kazakh he happened to fancy appeared in other people’s pictures. But, what happens when he accidentally taps twice on one of Phichit’s pictures of Otabek instead of saving it like he had intended to?

Warnings: Language.

Art by: @nachi0-art

‘Shit,’ he exclaimed in the quiet room as he saw the red heart appear underneath the picture of Otabek, shirtless at a pool, that he had been trying to save a second ago.

He let the phone fall on top of the covers as he put his right arm over his eyes. He could feel a heavy blush and a minor panic attack forming but, he pushed his worries and anxiety away as he tried to come up with a plan. Besides, he was Yuri Plisetsky and he would not panic over such trivial a thing as an accidental like on Instagram.

Or, you know, he would.

He put his phone on the nightstand next to his bed, still displaying his horrendous mistake for the entire world to see, and hid himself under the covers.

‘Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,’ came the endless string of curses.

Why was the universe so cruel to him? It was enough that Otabek, the subject of his year-long crush, was in freaking Detroit training for the summer, but now both him and Phichit would know that he was very much checking his damn phone every morning to see what they had done in those eight hours that he had been wasting away by sleeping.

It was 10 am in St Petersburg, which meant that it was 2 am in Detroit. Remembering the time difference between the two cities helped him relax enough to at least get up and go through his morning routine without wanting to crawl back into bed and hide for all eternity.

In retrospect, he might have been overreacting a little, but this was a shirtless Otabek on Phichit’s Instagram. Of all the people in their circle of friends, Phichit was the biggest gossip of them all. Sure, he meant well and all, but that didn’t erase the fact that Yuri knew the Thai would start plotting something the moment he saw that damn notification.

Of course Yuri toyed with the possibility of backing out, but that would make it even more obvious because Phichit would still get the notification and would see which picture Yuri had liked and disliked in the 3.2 seconds it took him to realise the gravity of his mistake.

Especially considering the fact that Otabek was going to fly to Almaty in just a few days and that afterwards Yuri would not be able to escape seeing Otabek when he inevitably called him over on Skype for their regular chats. He sighed as he put on his trainers and went out for a run. He would have to face the consequences at some point, but for now, music and exercise would be his outlet until the two on the other side of the world woke up.

Surprisingly, the calm remained. No one said anything about his like, not even after Otabek flew back to Almaty. Nothing.

This apparent peace was even more nerve-racking than being on the receiving end of Phichit’s onslaught of messages when he got excited about something. And Yuri had seen the speed at which Phichit was able to message Katsudon one too many times when he went over for dinner to Viktor’s apartment. It was a truly well-developed skill that only those two shared, and they were the only ones able to keep up with each other.

But the calmness didn’t last long.

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My friend learned the hard way to not answer the door to late night trick-or-treaters

by reddit user manen_lyset

We all have that one friend who’s not into the holidays. You know the one: won’t decorate, won’t dress up, won’t wish you a happy -whatever day it is-, and, though he’ll reluctantly agree to come to your themed party, he’ll stay in the back and scowl the whole time. In most cases, the hate is directed at just one holiday, whether it be Valentines, Christmas, Easter, or, hell, even arbor day. My friend Patrick? He hated Halloween with every fiber of his being.

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Secrets - Castiel Version

Requested by anon:  Any Pairing: Reader x ?. I’ve got an idea where (Y/N) is hiding something and acting strange but when her boyfriend questions her about it, she avoids answering. This continues until he accuses her of cheating and during their argument she blurts out she’s pregnant (or something).

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word count: 865

Warnings: None.

A/N: Castiel version! This is it for SPN ones, now off to the Sherlock versions. ;)


Originally posted by subcas

Castiel was patiently waiting at the war room, fidgeting with his fingers as his mind listened absentmindedly to the angel radio. She had been acting weird, and he wasn’t sure why.

True, it was hard to be the girlfriend of an angel who, until a few days before proposing her to be his girlfriend, had no idea what the word meant – less to say what it implied. She had to teach him, not only the meaning but also the correct dating etiquette, manners, details and tips, and whatever they found useful.

She had been patient, more than she had ever been, but humans had a limit and Castiel was pretty sure he had reached her limit.

Maybe he had changed too much. At first, she had fallen for the rogue angel, the badass with the blade and oblivious to anyone and anything around him. But now, after so much time on Earth living with the Winchesters, he had turned into a sentimental being – without mentioning how little grace he had left – and so there was no longer a bad-ass angel but rather a lost baby in a trench coat.

Finally she came back. Castiel got up within an instant and moved fast to face her.

“Back to the no personal space thing, huh?” She joked cheerfully.

“I missed you.” He said mechanically. It was funny how awkward things could get due to his incapacity of human-socialization. Not even after dating her for so long could he find a good line to say whenever she came back home.

“I missed you too.” She said calmly and left a quick peck over his dry lips.

“We need to talk.” Castiel was sure to have heard that line in many movies, and it seemed to have the desired effect on people. However, when (Y/N)’s face fell, he knew he had made a mistake.

“Is everything all right?” She asked, guiding him to sit back at the table in which he had so anxiously waited for her.

“Is it?” Castiel asked back, “You are distant and I know you are keeping a secret from me.”

“What kind of secret would I keep from you? You’re an angel of the Lord.” She snapped back, although her culpability was more visible after being accused.

“You know I respect your privacy and don’t sneak in your mind anymore.” Castiel spoke, “Are you happy in this relationship or do you desire to end it?”

“END IT?” She inquired angrily, “WHY ON EARTH WOULD I WANT THAT?”

“Well, considering the regular symptoms of un-satisfaction in a human romantic relationship, acknowledge in that useful book Sam gave me when we started our own relationship, you are either cheating on me or hiding a bigger secret.” Castiel explained as eloquently as possible, “Unless you have killed one of my friends, which is utterly impossible because I have only be-friended two humans, which are Sam and Dean, and they are upstairs, you are cheating on me. Now, the reason as to why a woman your age would cheat on their romantic partner is because they can no longer get satisfaction; not only sexual but emotional, and if so I would like to know if you want to finish this because I’m fully aware of how difficult it is to maintain a lover with an angel as a boyfriend.”

(Y/N) remained quiet for longer than Castiel expected. She was dumbfounded, trying to process everything Castiel said and, at the same time, wanting to find the proper words to explain her behaviour and let him know he wasn’t planning to leave him – less to say cheating.

“Cas…” She spoke carefully, “I’m not cheating on you.”

“All right, then what is going on?” He inquired softly, trying to act like the whole situation didn’t affect him.

“I think it would be better if you… Checked me.” She said.

“You want to have role-play sex right now?” He asked in surprise and (Y/N) giggled.

“No, I mean it. Check me.” The angel nodded and approached her awkwardly; using the bit of grace he had left to accomplish her wishes, as usual.

“There’s nothing wrong.” Castiel said once he had finished, sitting back at his chair in front of her. “Your soul is in place, no demonic possession, the baby is healthy – three months old – and your immune system is working as it should. Your hormones are a struggling to re-organize but that is only because of…” He froze.

“Yes?” The angel took a deep breath and connected his baby blue eyes to her (Y/E/C) ones.

“You have a baby.” He said, almost a sceptic speaking about ghosts.

“I do.” She confirmed with a shy smile.

“Who’s the father?” Castiel inquired curiously.

“It’s yours.” (Y/N) replied calmly.

“That is…” He cleared his throat, “I’m… The baby will look like Jimmy, are you agree with this?”

“Of course I am.” (Y/N) chuckled, “Cas, we’re going to be parents.”

“Me, a father at last…” A soft smile grew on his vessel’s lips. “As long as I don’t ruin it like I did with Claire…”

“You won’t, you have me by your side now, remember?” She extended her hand to hold his.

“Yes, you’re right.”

| Dean Version | Sam Version |


SPN Tags: @dreamingintheimpalawithdean @roseyhxnt @thisisjessicatalking

I had so much love.
I had so much love to give you
and when you took it all from me,
I smiled.

I smiled because pleasing you
was all I really wanted.
I smiled because I felt accomplished
in giving you something that would
make you feel like your life was
worth as much as you meant to me.

But now you’re using my love to love her.
You’re using my love to burn bridges,
to cage it in mason jars like caterpillars
that will never grow wings.

You took all of my love and smothered it
and now I’m left with nothing.

TLOS6, No words to describe how excited I am. Especially to see how a few story lines are resolved and the cover art did not disappoint.  

There are several characters depicted on the cover that are all key pieces of how Chris has talked about CrissColfer and Darren through his books. Some spoilers follow through TLOS5.   If you haven’t read the series- again I cannot emphasize enough how important that is.  Chris truly uses these pages to speak and to tell a little bit about their story.

MorInA is prominently featured on the front cover. We know when TLOS5 ended she had successfully gotten Alex to inhale the dust from the mirror that would allow the witches to control her.  I think it is important to recall the original description of our villain when she looks in the mirror of truth and her true self is revealed. 

“Her reflection transformed into a hideous young woman with warts, a hunchback, and a club foot.  The ram like horns were the only similarity the witch and the reflection shared.”  

Froggy in the Mirror: We know in TLOS4, Froggy was kidnapped by MorInA before he was able to marry Red.   MorInA and Froggy had once been engaged and when they broke it off, MorInA cursed him to look like a Frog:

 “so it would be my own face I was afraid to show.”   

There is so much we can derive from that line that translates directly to Darren. He has been cursed to hide his true self from the world, and his biggest captor is the woman who claims to be his loving plus one.  

And by the end of the book, it was revealed that he is trapped in the magic mirror:   

“Magic mirrors are irreversible my darling…I’ll most likely be in here……..forever”

“I am afraid the witch has won.” 

And in TLOS5, Red states, when asked how to get Charlie out of the mirror:

“We can’t…Once you’re imprisoned in a magic mirror, it’s nearly impossible to be freed. It takes powerful magic to put someone inside a mirror, but even more powerful magic to take someone out.”

Interesting to me on the picture of Froggy. It is not MorInA who is featured standing in front of the mirror.  (If you recall MorInA is in the Otherworld). Instead, it is another witch, Serpentina, who has not been expanded on greatly, but is described as follows:  Serphentina is a witch with scaly green skin and a forked tongue. She speaks with a strong lisp / hissing sound.  She can crawl up the walls like a lizard, and can regrow her limbs when they get cut off.

I am quite curious if this character is further developed and what her role will play in whether Froggy is freed from the mirror or forced to face eternity stuck inside, never to reveal his true self again.

 On this story line, I will leave you with one of my favorite lines from TLOS4, when Red is learning to fly and is told to think if something inspiring 

“I’m thinking about the day I get Charlie back, and get to slaughter MorInA like the cow that she is!” 

Hmmm… can’t you just her our author saying very similar words as applied to his real life?

Arthur: I am so happy that Arthur is featured on the cover, confirming that he will play a prominent role in this book. I look forward to seeing how the Alex and Arthur story line is resolved. I have made it very clear that I do not doubt for a second that Arthur is Darren and that this relationship, in some ways, mirrors that of Darren and Chris.  

And just a little reminder of the last time we saw Arthur and he is speaking with Mother Goose and finds a renewed energy:

“She [Alex] believes being together would alter my destiny, and I can’t imagine a destiny without her.”

Mother Goose, who is trying to discourage Arthur responds:

“Destiny is an awfully big gamble for one relationship…it doesn’t matter how strongly you feel about something-even the most stubborn people can change.  What if you and Alex grow apart a couple of years down the road? Could you imagine the guilt you’d both feel if you let down the people of England for nothing?”

 Arthur responds:

“Surely there is an outcome where we can fulfill our destinies and be together? Why does it have to be black and white?“ 

 After discussing that Alex left him to fulfill his destiny. Arthur goes on to say:

"then to prove her wrong, I have to prove she won’t be depriving England of anything. If I accomplish everything in the legend she holds me to, Alex will have nothing to put between us!" 

 Mother Goose then promises:

 "heck, Arty, if you founded Camelot, assembled the Knights of the round table, located the holy grail and still have feelings for Alex after you’re were done-I’d take you to her myself.”

 “Arthur excitedly ran back into the field and his spirits changed… Arthur fought with more vigor and purpose than he had ever fought anything before.”

I really feel like this chapter set up for Arthur to be the hero in TLOS6 and to win true love. It parallels perfectly with Darren’s struggle to reach the finish line and to finally be free.  And Chris’ belief that love will triumph. Love wins. 

Lotance: On a whim Part 2

The group returns to the castle in tense silence.

Lance has been captured, however willingly he left, and they could do nothing to prevent it. As a leader, Shiro feels as if he failed. He’s seen what the Galra can do to a person, and yet, he let Lance go. He wonders if fighting back would have accomplished anything; they were very much outnumbered, and overpowered. As a tactical move, letting Lance go was the only option that let all of them live. It doesn’t mean that he agrees with it.

Pidge knows that her weakness is in her physical strength. Fighting was never her forte; so she focused instead on what she was good at: computers. If she had’ve tried harder in training, put in more effort like Keith did, maybe Lance wouldn’t have had to accept the deal. As Allura and Coran flittered about, setting the cryo-pods to heal their injuries, Keith paces the room, almost running into them more than once. His arm still bleeds from the gash on his shoulder, creating a trail of blood where he walks. She wonders how much he blames himself; while Lance is her best friend, he’s Keith’s everything.

Hunk is more sore than injured really. Okay, sure, he has cuts and bruises like the best of them, but that pales in comparison to the injuries that Pidge, Keith and Shiro have sustained. They actually need the cryo-pod. Hunk is only gonna use one because he’ll be more useful not sore. He hopes that they heal fast; it could take up to a week potentially, but Lance shouldn’t have to even spend a day in Prince Lotor’s grasp. He decides not to think about what Lotor is doing to him now. He decides to not think about Lance with a robotic leg or arm of head. He decides not to think at all.

Keith wants to hit something. Hard. He wants to break something into a million pieces, but he can’t, not here. It’s not like the thing he wants to hit is here anyways. Prince Lotor. How had they not expected Zarkon to have a successor? It was almost painful to think of how stupid they’d been. A prison ship, completely uncloaked and close to their last known location? What the hell could it be other than a trap? Keith does another lap around the room, only to almost run into the open door of Pidge’s pod.

Allura frowns. “Enough.” She rests a hand on her shoulder, in a deceptively gentle way; She could break his shoulder if she wanted to, and she knows that he knows it. “You need to heal too. Pacing isn’t going to get him back any sooner.”

Keith almost growls. “Wasting time in a damn pod isn’t gonna save him either.” He stares at his hands, scratched and marred with burns. “I couldn’t save him.”

Allura is quiet when she speaks, her tone softer. “Lance knew what he was doing. Give him some credit; he cared about you enough to willingly walk into the arms of the enemy.” She leads him to a pod. The others are already inside theirs, and seem almost peaceful, as if they are asleep and not in a medically induced coma. “Now heal up, so that you can get Lance back.”

Keith is too tired to argue anymore. His adrenaline rush is finally leaving him, and the weariness of battles lost seeps into his bones. He’s wants to stay awake, to find Lance all on his own, but Allura doesn’t even give him the chance to respond. She pushes him into the pod and closes the door. The last thing he sees before succumbing to sleep is her face, sad and unnoticing of his stare.

I’ll get you back Lance. I promise.


Lance’s neck burns at the touch of his collar. It’s a pretty gold thing, deceptive in its opulence. Every Time Lotor yanks at it, his neck chafes, and he’s sure it’ll start to bleed if the yanking continues.

“Dance with me.” The Galran Prince commands, a hand outstretched in invitation.

Lance shakes his head. “No thanks. I’m good.”

He pulls on the chain, forcing Lance to stumble closer to him. “Dance with me.” He repeats, more forcefully. Lance doesn’t have a choice, so he crosses the distance between them and drops his hand into Lotor’s. The prince smiles, and Lance holds back a shudder.

Music plays from a speaker out of sight, and they dance.


Pidge is the last to heal.

Keith paces nervously, anxiously as they wait for the last few ticks to pass by. Shiro and Allura are still talking battle tactics, and while he knows that it would be more helpful to listen in, to provide insight, he instead chooses to pace. He paces because it’s better than sitting there, doing nothing while Pidge heals and Lance waits, somewhere deep in the grasp of the Galra.

“We may have found him.” Allura says, turning to face him. Her face still looks tired, with dark circles under her eyes and her eye markings a dimmer shade of blue. “But we can’t be sure unless you actually check.” She turned to the console, and pressed a few buttons causing a hologram to expand around them. Mixed in the swirl of lights were several clusters of purple, each one surrounding a darkening purple light. “Lotor knew that you’d try to get Lance back as soon as possible, so he set up several decoys, each one hosting either him or a general, with a cluster of fighter ships guarding them. There are four that he’d be likely to go to.” She points at one of the cluster’s the closest to the decoy prison ship’s location. “Here,” she turns and points to one in the opposite direction, close to a blue sun. “Here,” She moves the holo-map to the left, and points out another. “Here, and…” She scrolls to the opposite side of the map and points at the final coordinates, “Here.”

Shiro crosses his arms. “He was smart. The only way we’ll be able to search without giving away our location, is to split up. We have to attack simultaneously, so that they won’t be able to warn the others about the incoming attack.” Shiro sighed. “Which also lessens our defenses. One lion per sector, is our only choice.”

Behind them, Pidge stumbles out of her healing pod into Hunk’s arms. “Geez.” She wobbles. “That felt weird.”

Hunk helps her out of the room, presumingly to the kitchen.

Keith stops his pacing. “After Pidge eats, we can finally start looking.” The horrible heaviness he’s felt since they returned without Lance finally lifts; they can get him back soon. He’ll finally come home.

Shiro shakes his head. “Not until we have a better grasp on their defenses. The last time we rushed in their half-assed and got overwhelmed. This time, we’re each going out on our own; if we aren’t prepared, someone could end up dead.”

As much as Keith wants to ignore him, go to his lion and fly to the nearest coordinates, he knows Shiro is right. If they all rushed out their half-assed, someone else could get captured or worse, and then they’d be right back to where they started: missing a paladin.

“I hope he’s okay out there.” Keith says, staring at the holo-map. He could be anywhere, he thinks, but Keith will find him anyways, no matter what it takes.