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not that i’m smart enough to figure out full theories or anything but this definitely seems to have a lot to do with separation and coping mechanisms??? if the girls represent this somehow, jungkook’s girl is probably gone because he has recovered and can walk again, taehyung gave himself up to the police and thus separates himself from the girl in the alleyway, namjoon places the hair tie with the girl and leaves her on the bus, etc. the only one that doesn’t get ‘separated’ so to speak is hoseok, which is an interesting parallel as it was evident in the first reel that he was previously separated from someone in the past.

  • batman: i remember bane. he's the guy that led an arkham breakout which i nearly killed myself multiple times trying to handle, and at the end of it, he broke into my house, brutally beat me, and then broke my spine
  • batman: hm
  • batman: i think i'll pay for him to travel the world and help him discover redemption
  • everyone, inexplicably: batman's a cold-hearted jerk, his feelings atrophy on the way from his heart to his brain. he doesn't feel things.

honestly the fact that some bands perform ‘stage gay’ rubs me the wrong way


Voltron Whump Week day idek what it is: Insomnia

Note: I am fully aware this is a piece of garbage I just wanted to participate in whump week ok

Keith didn’t know what time it was, he only knew that it was way too early for anyone in their right mind to be awake. So why was he? He could hear Lance’s snoring through the paper thin wall to his left. Perhaps privacy was an unknown concept to Coran’s great great grandfather or whoever the heck made this castle.

While loud and obnoxious, Lance’s snores were never the reason Keith couldn’t sleep. Nightmares kept him up sometimes, though he would never admit it, but tonight he felt fine. He’d slept peacefully up until now, but something had woken him up. Something had woken him up at some ungodly hour and he couldn’t seem to figure out what it was or why.

Keith stared up at the ceiling. He let the stagnant, sleepy part of his brain wander, vaguely clasping onto the thought of whether Zarkon ever had to sleep. Then he heard it.

A dull thud. A muffled yelp. Scrabbling. Panting. Not from Lance’s room. Shiro, Keith thought. He blanched. 

Keith leapt from his bed, throwing the sheets back and bolting for the door. Something was wrong with Shiro. There could be an intruder in the castle, he could be hurt, he could be captured, he could be dead. Keith thought of his bayard, still sitting in his room. No time to go back for it.

He slammed a palm into the button that opened Shiro’s door, shoving himself inside before it had time to open completely.

“Shiro,” he called. The black paladin’s bed was vacant, sheets tossed aside and draping into the floor. “Shiro?” the room was almost pitch black, shrouded in a fuzzy darkness with barely a ripple of light. Keith fought to see, to ward off an enemy, but…there was nothing.

“Shiro?” he asked, softly this time. “Shiro, are you in here?” No answer.

His eyes were beginning to adjust to the dim surroundings, settling on a lump, a person, huddled in the corner.

“Shiro,” Keith repeated gently, “Shiro, hey, what’s going on?”

Shiro was sitting on the floor, lightly rocking against the wall. His knees were pulled tight to his chest, breaths coming in short, uneven gasps.

Keith knelt down. He tentatively placed a hand on Shiro’s knee.

“No!” Shiro screamed. He jerked free, scrambling away, stumbling on his hands and knees. He locked eyes with Keith, and both stared, horrified. Shiro’s eyes were covered in a thick, watery glaze, wide and wild and searching frantically for something that wasn’t there. 

“Shiro, calm down. Look at me, you’re okay. You’re okay, Shiro!” Keith raised his voice as Shiro started to panic all over again.

“You need to stop,” Keith growled. Shiro was flailing, trying desperately to get away from God only knew what. Keith grabbed Shiro’s arm. “Stop, before you hurt yourself. Shi-”

Keith staggered back as a glowing hand came rushing towards him. His feet got tangled in the bedsheets on the floor, and he tripped, his entire body crashing down. He grunted as his head connected painfully with the floor.

“Shiro, it’s me. It’s Keith,” he groaned, blinking away the brightly coloured spots that danced across his vision.


“Yeah, it’s me, it’s Keith. You’re in the castle, you’re safe.”

“But…th-the galra…”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“Maybe…yeah, I-I think so.”

Keith pushed himself up off the floor, rubbing the back of his head. Shiro’s eyes widened. “I hurt you.”

“I’m fine,” Keith said quickly, brushing the dust from his clothes.

“I hurt you.” Shiro curled in on himself, tears welling in his eyes. “I hurt you,” he sobbed.

“It was an accident, I’m fine,” Keith assured, but Shiro wasn’t having it.

“Get away,” he said when Keith reached out to him, “you shouldn’t be around me. It’s not safe.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Shiro. I know you. I know you won’t hurt me. Why don’t you get up off the floor, we’ll take a walk, help you calm down. Does that sound okay?”

Shiro nodded. “Okay,” he whispered.

Keith gently took his arm and helped him up. Shiro was shaking like a leaf, and Keith feared he might fall over at any second, but he kept his hands off Shiro so as not to set him off again as they walked into the hall.

During the day, the castle seemed big. During the night, it was vast. A dark, barren wasteland of towering walls and long hallways. It was still home, but it was lifeless, silent, devoid of any sign of life. It was like walking into a school gymnasium with the lights turned off, Keith thought, surprised he even remembered what that was like.

Shiro was still shaking, the occasional shudder running through his body. He walked in line with Keith in short steps, arms wrapped protectively around himself. Keith pretended not to notice the way he kept looking behind him, as if something was about to jump out of the shadows and grab him.

“Why don’t we take a rest?” Keith suggested. Shiro jumped at the sound of his voice, but his features softened when he looked down into Keith’s worried eyes. He nodded.

Keith guided him onto one of the couches in the common area, and he kept a hand on Shiro’s shoulder. Truthfully, he had no idea what the hell was going on. This was Shiro. Shiro, the fearless leader, the voice of reason, calm, collected, and level-headed. But there he was, sitting in front of Keith, shoulders sagging, biting his nails in an effort to stop any noise coming out of his mouth. A whine slipped through.

“It’s okay,” Keith whispered.

Shiro shook his head. Keith became fixated on the way the shadows under his eyes tilted as his head moved. “You don’t under…understand,” he said, voice hoarse and close to breaking. 

“What don’t I understand? Tell me.”

“I’m supposed to be the head of Voltron.”

“You are the head of Voltron.”

“Sure, whatever,” Shiro sighed, “I’m the head. I’m supposed to be in control. I can’t afford to…to freak out like this. Not when you guys are all depending on me. And how on earth am I supposed to expect you to follow my lead after you’ve seen me like this? I’m just tired, I guess. I can’t sleep, not properly. The rest of you have outgrown nightmares, but apparently I haven’t.”

Keith was silent for a long time. He mulled over what he’d just heard. For Shiro to admit any of that was a big deal. And to Keith of all people, who couldn’t comfort a potato, much less the one very human being he cared about the most. He didn’t want to mess this up.

“No,” Keith said finally.


“No, we haven’t all outgrown nightmares.”


“Hunk’s admitted he’s had nightmares over this whole ‘fighting an empire thing’. I hear Lance wake up in the middle of the night all the time, and sometimes I’ll knock on the wall, just to make sure he’s okay.”

“What about…” Shiro began hesitantly. 

“Yeah,” Keith said, sensing what was coming. “Yeah, I have bad dreams too sometimes.” He wasn’t going to go into detail. Shiro didn’t need to know that he wasn’t afraid of the galra, only the fact that he was one of them. All Shiro needed to know right now was that he wasn’t alone.

Keith frowned. A sheepish grin had spread across Shiro’s face. “Why are you smiling?”

“Oh, I, uh…sorry. I just…I thought I was the only one. It feels good to know I’m not.”

Keith wanted to say that it only made sense for Shiro to have trouble sleeping, that being imprisoned by the most brutal creatures in the universe was a perfectly valid reason to feel a little messed up. But he didn’t. Instead he said, “You should get some sleep.”

“I told you, I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Right here. I’ll stay with you. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

Shiro mumbled something that Keith couldn’t catch, but the next thing he knew, a very sleepy black paladin was stretching across his lap, stifling a yawn. Keith laid a hand across his back and shut his own eyes.

“Goodnight, Shiro.”

Before Choices, I’d never been a part of a fandom before, at least not to the same level of involvement as I am now.

I know a big part of it is how friendly pretty much everyone is here. I love the way the community comes together over these stories and things like Becca’s hair. I love that people post diamond scenes for those of us who didn’t get them. I love the fandom jokes over the Bluebelle and the notorious LBD.

We don’t all agree on everything in the fandom but for the most part I’ve seen people be really respectful to each other, and able to have fun. Not to sound hoity-toity, but I for one think we’ve got one of the best fandoms on Tumblr 😉

Happy one year!!