unce unce unce

*finishes being 22 while socializing with 65 year olds shooting a dermatology open house in Chapel Hill*

*next, photographs business roundtable with heads of medicine & major politicians*

*drives home*

*comes back to that message*

*Salvatore the cat gif-bombs because that’s just what he likes to do*

I present to you: a day in the life of the least-sense-making (but best sock-having) somehow-actually professional photographer on the planet. 

anonymous asked:

LANGST PROMPTS OKAY SO WHAT IF LANCE PICKS UP AN ALIEN VIRUS THAT MAKES HIM SUPER WEAK SO EITHER HE GETS SEPERATED FROM THE TEAM WHEN JT KICKS IN AND HE GETS REALLY BADLY INJURED O R HE GETS SEPLERSTED AND THEN PASSES OUT AND T H E N GETS HURT REALLY BAD

Sick Fic!!!!! I changed it slightly (sorry!)

Lance sprung his eyes opened, bolting into an upright position before running to his personal bathroom, dumping his dinner out in the toilet. He felt shaky and his vision clouded over with dizziness, his hands gripping the warm metal as he attempted to keep himself stable. 

“Ugh, my head hurts.” Lance placed his right hand on his forehead, feeling the heat roll off his skin. Am I sick? How would I get sick in space? He felt his stomach lurk again and heaved himself forward. After a few more moments of Lance pushing everything out of his stomach he washed his mouth with water before crawling back to his bed, his body was consumed in shivers as his forehead was dripping with sweat. I need sleep, he closed his eyes and prayed that his head would stop pounding enough for him to get some much needed rest, yet the universe had other plans. 

“PALADIN! PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR LIONS, WE RECEIVED A DISTRESSED FROM A PLANET BEING ATTACK FROM THE GALRA. THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE.” Allura’s voice boomed over the intercom and Lance grabbed his head in pain.  Fuck! Why now? He rolled out of bed, falling on his knees hard, get it together Lance, don’t bring the team down. He swallowed quickly before forcing his legs to support his weight as he reached for his armor.

-

Lance fought back a groan, wishing he could wipe his forehead through his helmet. They had landed on the village, rushing to help the species, Hunk and Shiro directing the citizens to safety, Pidge flying her lion around using Green’s invisibility to smash into the Galra ships. Keith was running around, using his bayard to slice through the centuries as Lance covered him from the building rooftops. 

Yet Lance couldn’t get his eyes to focus on anything, blurs consuming his vision as he attempted to aim his sniper at the centuries. 

“Lance! Can you give me more cover?!” Keith huffed a few times, running towards another century.

“mhhtrying, kinda…hard.” Lance knew his voice was slurred but he could barely bring himself to care.

“Lance…are you okay?” Shiro carefully chose his words, mumbling directions and orders to Hunk. 

Lance wanted to respond, he knew he needed to but soon he was falling on his back, his bayard falling in front of him. Shit, I can’t keep going, he looked up at the sky, the orange color shining down on him. “I’m sorry everyone.” 

Panic filled the coms as everyone attempted to figure out what had happened to their beloved Blue Paladin. “Guys, Lance is passed out on the roof, want me to get him?” Pidge spoke quietly, already landing her lion before anyone could respond. 

She ran out of her lion, drapping to her knees by her friend head. “He’s burning up, I can feel it through his suit, I think he’s sick.” 

Hunk swore over the coms, Keith yelling something about taking him back to the ship and Shiro told Pidge that they could leave the mission with Lance, they would be fine. 

Lance mumbled something that wasn’t coherent and soon Pidge was dragging the boy who she saw as a brother towards her lion. 

-

The next few days were complete torture for Lance, every hour he would wake up, either on the verge of emptying his already starving stomach, shaking from the cold or sweating like a hot day in Varadero.

Everything hurt and Lance would scream out in pain constantly, his knuckles going white from his grasp that he had on the sheets. 

Coran has explained that this was a virus that was common in Alteans, basically a more intense version of the “common cold” back on Earth. There wasn’t a cure for it except sleep and water. 

Nobody could do anything for Lance but listen to his whimpers of pain, as he twitched in agony. 

“Ma-ake it s-s-s-stop Coran.” Lance kept his eyes shut tight as he rolled over, grabbing his stomach. 

Coran frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands running through Lance’s damn hair. “I wish I could boy, unfortunately all we can do it wait.” 

Lance moved his head back and forth, “I’m brin-bringing th-the team do-down.” 

Coran glared at his favorite paladin, grabbing another wet towelette. “Your sick Lance, you can’t rush recovery. You’re not bringing the team down, we’re not going anywhere, they just want you to be better.” 

Lance wanted to nod, but all that happened was his teeth starting to chatter when violently chills started to take over every part of his body. 

Coran motioned for Hunk to grab another blanket as he stood from the bed, “just focus on getter better my boy, you’ll be soon in a day or two.” 

I hope I did okay!

Sorry it took so long!

Thank you <33333333333