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In Honor of National Thread The Needle Day... Have some Lance

(yes that’s a real thing)

Originally posted by the-reinthirs

  • Lance actually was called “The Tailor” in his first year of flight school, but not because of his flying.
  • In reality, a classmate saw him mending a tear in the sleeve of his jacket and told the whole class. Lance changed the story to make himself sound cooler.
  • Truth is, Lance is only decent at sewing. It’s mostly just that everyone in his family had to know how to fix minor holes, how to hem a pair of pants, that sort of thing. There are lots of siblings and cousins in his family, a million and a half hand-me-downs, and way too many alterations to dump on one person.
  • He’s kind of embarrassed by this skill, kind of proud, because it is really useful, especially when you dump five Earthlings in space without a change of clothes.
  • Coran also knows sewing, and they make a tradition of getting together to fix the team’s clothes.
  • What no one at the Garrison knows is that Lance actually really likes to knit.
  • It was a family thing. New baby? They get a baby blanket. New neighbors? A scarf or a dischloth.
  • Everyone in the family gets a special afghan for their eighteenth birthday - we’re talking all the stops pulled out. Best yarn, special pattern made just for them by Lance’s abuelita. Everyone knits at least one row unless the end of the world keeps them away from home for a full year before the big day.
  • (Lance’s 18th birthday was about three months after he found the blue lion)
  • ((His family keeps the blanket on his bed just in case he’s still alive and makes it home someday.))
  • Anyway, that’s why he wants to knit a sweater for the Arusian who comes to the castle. It’s just what you do for a new neighbor.
  • Except he doesn’t have needles.
  • Or yarn.
  • He finds some eventually, way down the line when he’s hell bent on knitting Keith a hat. And then he just sort of…explodes.
  • See, Lance has two speeds when it comes to knitting:
  • 1. Hyperfocused, nothing-can-get-between-me-and-this-project, finish the whole thing in two days, or
  • 2. Knits a row, goes three months without picking it up again, and in the meantime starts like twenty other projects.
  • Early on, he cranks out gifts for the rest of the team:
  • a scarf for Shiro, super long and fluffy with the Voltron symbol worked into the pattern
  • mismatched socks for Pidge that are dorky and cute and have stripes of neon green
  • really super warm gloves for Hunk because his hands are always cold
  • an extra blue hat for Keith, because Lance is a little shit
  • a pretty, lacy shawl for Allura that she wears to anything she considers a formal occasion
  • the ugliest Christmas sweater imaginable for Coran (except Coran gets waaaay too enthusiastic about it, and Lance comes to regret his decision after Coran wears it with the most horrendous pair of polka-dotted pants Lance has every seen)
  • Plus like 300 unfinished projects, scattered throughout the castle-ship
  • Allura finds the mice asleep in a ball of yarn or abandoned project on more than one occasion.
  • Lance has sketches of afghan designs for the entire team, but he can’t bring himself to actually work on them.
  • Eventually the aliens they’ve rescued start to notice Lance’s knitting and sewing, and he becomes sort of famous for it.
  • Shiro is Champion, Keith is the Galra Paladin, Pidge is the terrifyingly brilliant Saboteur, Hunk is the Protector, and Lance?
  • Lance is the Tailor.

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Pairing: Arenlor “Arie” Aeducan/Leliana
Rating: G
Word count: ~300, drabble written for the Warden day of @dwarfappreciationweek :)

Were she a storyteller, she would describe her with only the most lovely of terms. She’d paint her in all the colors of the surface world: in sparkling river-blues, burning sunset-oranges, and pale, petite petal-pinks. And yet, all that leaves her mouth for now is ‘friend’.

Friend, comrade in arms, a blade at her back and a body by her side.

Friend, who sits with her by the fire; whose long, elegant fingers unwind her hair from the shapeless chestnut lump on the back of her head and braid, brush it into complex shapes the likes of which she hadn’t worn since the exile, just for fun.

Friend, whose soft breaths make fine red hair dance in the darkness of the tents on those long, cold nights- nights when she struggles to fall asleep, and amuses herself with counting the long lashes that hide those pretty pale blues.

Friend, whose pupils swallow all color when she rouses at an errant sound and they exchange whimsical words made of more breath than voice till sunrise.

She has always admired the way language can condense all these meanings, this matrix of emotions and all the relations they have with one another -comrades, sisters-in-arms, women sharing their tents and food and breath with one another- into one word; friend.

But right now, as Leliana’s face lights up and her fingers curl around the stem of a pale blue flower the same color as her eyes -a silly, pretty, wonderful little thing- she prods at the word, turns it in her mouth, seeks purchase where there is none.

But she’s never been a storyteller. She can’t paint with river-blues, sunset-oranges or petal-pinks, yet she can no longer collapse all that is swelling in her heart and sweep it under the shroud of ‘friend’.

Still, it’ll have to do. For now.

Aight so its time for me to start getting ready for work, &&. I promise to get some replies out when I get home tonight since I don’t work for the next two ( maybe three? ) days, so yeah!!
&&. if you want to, you can even like this post for a starter!

nothing about the new ghostbusters was intended for male consumption. nothing. the main cast is all female. of that cast, the young hot blonde one is a lesbian. the men in the film are very flimsy characters without substance. it just makes me so happy to see a movie that was specifically made by women for women. i want more.