“erm…well, we used to. But back in 2nd grade, some jerk thought it’d be funny to tell Huey that there are evil ocean spirits that lurk in the water to drown ducklings…We tend to go to the pool now, or a lake, river, or creek if need be. But we can’t call those beaches or else Huey flips. It’s the one non-scientific thing Huey can’t stop believing in.”
can you make a checklist on how to get into the gorillaz?? It seems like there is a lot out there and its hard to follow when i'm getting into it late.. thank you!!
Sure!!! I personally got into them by watching their G-bitez and music videos and it all kinda spiraled from there.
The band itself was made by Damon Albarn (Lead singer of Blur, does vocals and writes lyrics for Gorillaz) and Jamie Hewlett (Co-creator of the comic book “Tank Girl”, draws and animates for Gorillaz) after they were both watching MTV and they were like “hey music today sucks you know what’d be cool?? if we made an animated band” “cool we could call it ‘gorilla’ because we were both born on the year of the monkey!!!” sadly animal planet had already copyrighted “gorilla” so they just added a z to the end of it to make it cooler.
Something to know about Gorillaz is that they have “phases”. Phase 1 was in 2001, when they released their albums “Gorillaz”, “G-Sides” and “Laika come home”. Phase 1′s art style was cartoonish and used very thick lineart. Phase 2 was in 2005, when they released “Demon Days” and “D-sides”. Phase 2′s art style was a bit dark and looked more realistic. Phase 3 was in 2010, when they released the albums “Plastic Beach” and “The Fall” in 2011. Phase 3′s art style was almost the same as phase 2′s. Then we have Phase 4 in 2017, their new album “Humanz” is coming out April 28th. It’s art style is the one that stands out the most to me, you can find most of the art on Jamie Hewlett’s Instragram (Hewll)
Alright, a big part of me getting into the fandom was my love fore the characters. I’m assuming you’re not a fan yet, so let me introduce them to you (i’m going to use powerpoints to explain each member if u don’t mind):
This lovely lad here is Murdoc Faust Niccals.
- He’s the band’s leader/bassist, and he makes sure EVERYONE knows that’s it’s his band and only his. - He went through multiple other bands before he formed Gorillaz. - He was born on June 6th, 1966 in Stoke-on-Trent, England. As an infant he was abandoned on his father’s doorstep. - Had a very rough childhood, his father, Sebastian Niccals, would force him to preform on stage for booze money and it was absolutely humiliating for him. - His nose has been broken a of total 8 times. The first time was from a bully at his school, the 2nd time was from his older (and only) brother, Hannibal, because Murdoc had touched his records and the other 6 times were from Russel when he got caught “doing it” with 2D’s now ex-girlfriend in the bathroom stalls of Kong Studios
- His middle name was originally “Alphonse” but he changed it to “Faust” after making a deal with the Devil in phase 1 to make Gorillaz the “biggest band in the world”. That’s also how he got his bass, “El Diablo”.
- did i mention he was a satanist bc he is - He hangs around in his underwear a lot (especially in phase 2) - He likes to either get naked or start pelvic thrusting in like every video, so be careful, young anon. - He’s very crude but sometimes he can be very nice and adorable in some interviews ??? It’s so weird - He likes making weird noises, like, a lot. - Apparently can speak French and Spanish - His reason for turning green all of the sudden in phase 2 is either because of alcohol poisoning or due to him tanning himself green. Jamie himself said that it’s because he’s an immortalist and his skin is now rotting but I’m not sure how true it is. - He had a pet raven in phase 2!!! His name was Cortez and no one really knows what happened to him but Murdoc seemed to love that bird. - He also had a cape in phase 2 that he loved and wore like all the time but he lost it. Poor baby. - He was based off of a young 1960′s era KeithRichards. - He has a tongue longer than Gene Simmons’ and I’m not even kidding. His tongue is like a foot long - His genuine laugh can cure cancer - He had his own MTV cribs episode - Here’s a playlist of every interview he’s been in if you’d like to know a bit more about how he acts. - All of this sounds horrible but like half of the fandom sees him as charming and funny and the other half sees him as repulsive and downright mean so i guess listen to some of his interviews and make your decision (i’m part of the half that loves him)
This is 2D!!
- He’s the band’s singer, sometimes he plays the piano and melodica too. - He’s anxious and a bit timid around people. He’s not that intelligent, but he’s an absolute sweetheart to pretty much everyone. He’s … a huge dork. - He was born on May 23rd, 1978.
He was born in Hertfordshire, England and was raised in Crawley, England. When he was 10 he fell out of a tree and landed on his head, his hair fell out and grew back blue. He’s had horrible headaches since then, but his mother was a nurse and gave pills to help him out. - His real name is Stuart Pot - He loves horror films!!! Especially zombie movies. - Apparently he smells like butterscotch - He’s VERY tall. he’s like 6′1 and his legs make up most of his body. He towers over the rest of the band. - His voice actor is Nelson De Freitas, but Damon Albarn provides his singing voice - The lack of his two front teeth gives him an adorable accent - He has a crippling fear of whales - His eyes are black due to an 8-ball fracture that Murdoc gave him before the band was made when he crashed his car into the music store 2D worked at. - His eyes turn white when he’s stressed or scared. - His nickname “2D” stands for “Two Dents”. He’s called that because Murdoc’s car crash also gave him two dents in his head. - Murdoc is seen physically abusing 2D throughout phase 1-3, but there’s a very likely chance that he’s going to stop and make amends in phase 4!!! - Here’s a playlist of interviews that he’s been in
- Everybody loves him. I love him. I don’t think it’s possible not to love him.
This is Russel Hobbs!!
- He’s the band’s drummer. He makes remixes too!!! - The living embodiment of “looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll” - Quite possibly the most underrated character in the world - He was born in Brooklyn, New York on June 3rd, 1975. He got possessed by a demon as a kid and fell into a coma for four years. After he woke up the demon got expelled tho - When he was a teen, him and his friends were involved in a drive-by shooting. Russel was the only survivor and all of his friends possessed him, but the only one we really get to see is his closest friend, Del, he raps in Clint Eastwood and Rock the House, but we haven’t seen him since phase 1. - Russel misses Del very dearly, poor lad. - After the whole shooting incident he was sent to the UK to live with his uncle. - HE SAVED 2D FROM BEING EATEN BY A WHALE. HE’S SO UNDERAPPRECIATED - He’s an actual giant in phase 3 because he ate some radioactive algae - He loves fezzes!!! - His hobby, besides music, is taxidermy. - He’s the dad friend - Here’s a playlist of interviews that he’s been in
Last but not least, this is Noodle
- She plays guitar for the band. She also sings and writes songs sometimes - Noodle is very energetic and nice but she can also kick your ass - She was born in Osaka, Japan on October 31st 1990
- She joined the band when she was around 10 but she’s like 26 now. I forgot to mention that the band ages with real time - As a kid she was a part of a classified child super solider project under the management of a japanese scientist named Mr. Kyuzo. this is where she learned how to be badass. She knew professional karate at like 10 how cool is that - All of the children in that project were deemed too unstable and dangerous, so they canceled the experiment and Mr. Kyuzo was ordered to kill all of the children (fuckin dark i know). After killing them all, Mr. Kyuzo was reluctant to kill Noodle, so instead he put her in a state of amnesia and smuggled her to the UK by shipping her to Kong Studios in a FedEx crate. - She didn’t remember anything!!! The only english thing she was able to say to say was “noodle” and that’s where she got her name. - She learned how to speak english and remembered her past in phase 2. - Murdoc, 2D and Russel raised her (mostly russel tho). Noodle considers Murdoc and 2D her brothers and Russel considers her his daughter how CUTE IS THAT - She loves Pokemon - She had a flying windmill island in phase 2 it was incredible - She had a cute radio helmet in phase 1 - She also has a robot version of herself called “Cyborg Noodle” in phase 3. It’s a long story but Cyborg might be coming back for phase 4. - The interviews that she’s in can be found here!!
The backstory is too long for me to write down, but you can find it over here! I hope i explained everything clearly- if not, or if you have any questions, feel free to send me a message!! I hope this helps you c:
(for @yoituuri and @starryfeathers. I accidentally deleted this whole thing once so hopefully it doesn’t happen again/ it’s not rushed. I hope you enjoy you two, and anybody else who reads this!)
I made a post about my favorite boy Victor not too long ago, and I mentioned a shot in passing that I really loved, but because it wasn’t the focus of the post, I didn’t go into it. I would like to now. Here it is:
This is the first glimpse of Victor we get within canon. Well, beyond the opening sequence with Yuuri watching Victor skate as they grow up but I think we can all agree that was outside of canon and can be discarded here.
It’s a damn good first glimpse. As you’ve probably already noticed, Victor’s eyes are covered. Deliberately. Dude fuckin does a twirl and the camera is framed in such a way that we don’t get to see his eyes until he looks up for the cameras. That’s an interesting touch, for several reasons.
First, when a character’s eyes are not visible, it implies something is hidden within them. A trait, motivation, true emotions, etc etc.
Secondly, the fact that we can’t see Victor’s eyes until he turns to the cameras with that fake-ass media smile. In this scene, we’re being treated as the public. Victor is immediately hiding from us and the rest of the world. You know, something he does all the goddamn time.
Victor is scarily good at masking. For those who don’t know what I mean, masking is the act of hiding one’s true personality, desires, and/or emotions to conform to society. I mask due to past trauma. Victor masks to meet public expectation.
You’ve probably guessed already that masking is incredibly unhealthy–it’s repression, after all. If it gets bad enough, you’ll stop knowing where masking ends and you begin. Sometimes it takes me months to figure out how I feel about something because I need to sort through so many layers of masking and anxiety and doubt. It’s really difficult sometimes.
We see tons of lovely examples of Victor masking throughout the show. Here are a few off the top of my head:
(^absolutely terrified vitya trying to be smooth)
(^living up to his press image)
(^so incredibly upset on so many levels but he doesn’t dare show it)
(^pissed enough that yuuri picks up on it. and then acts dishonestly w/ yuuri by trying to come off as pleasant)
(i love that yuuri is comfortable enough by this point to call victor out on his bs. if you’re gonna get mad, get mad)
(you can actually see Victor’s hand shake if you watch the scene. boy is so pissed and he’s holding it in)
Victor is actually incredibly reserved in all the emotions he shows, especially if it’s anger or sadness. For most of the series, he only lets himself go in front of Yuuri or alone. Victor hides from himself, he hides from Yuuri, and it helps no one in the end.
The beach sequence, actually, is important to this idea too. As we know, Victor asks Yuuri what he wants them to be.
And then he lists off all these options before essentially asking to go out with him, but in a way that says he’s too scared to do it outright.
Now, this is partially to gauge Yuuri’s feelings towards him, but it’s also highly revealing of Victor’s self-worth. He’s willing to put on any mask, any persona to be with Yuuri. Yuuri, of course, doesn’t want this at all.
🚨 HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP ALERT!🚨
And looking at Victor’s reaction (guarded surprise)
This may be the first time Victor has been asked to just be himself.
So if Victor was a world champion at 16
(boy is 15-16 in that article)
He must have been skating for a while beforehand. We can probably approximate by saying he started competitions around the time Yuri did, which I estimate to be about 12-13. However, Victor does say this
And if we’re to believe him, 27-20=7, and therefore something happened at the age of 7 to force Victor into backing away from others and working himself to the bone. Uhm, wow. I don’t know how accurate it is to say that, but regardless, he’s been in the public eye for a long fuckin time.
Victor has spent this long fuckin time building an image: elegance, confidence, charming yet untouchable. The perfect playboy, in a way. This is the person he presents to the public. I think he’s been masking like this for so long he forgot that this isn’t who he is–Victor has the ability to be all those things, but it’s not who he is. Victor is excitable, bubbly, caring, vulnerable, depressed, lonely, hardworking…Yuuri, by asking Victor to be himself, released a metaphorical floodgate on Victor’s emotions. He’s broken that carefully crafted persona.
Victor is now publicly goofy and affectionate
(i love how he hides his face a little here…how cute and shy while showing off that he’s yuuri’s)
And can drop his composure comfortably
(also vitya always wears gloves to competitions until they get the rings and then victor keeps the gloves off completely :v)
I love that Victor’s relationship with Yuuri has allowed him to find himself again, and peel away those masks to live and breathe and love as he was always meant to.
This lady up here is Andrea Romano, the voice director behind “Avatar: The Last Airbender,” and “The Legend of Korra.” Because of her, not only were we able to be blessed with such wonderful voice actors as Dante Basco, and Janet Varney, but it’s her direction that really helped bring to life the characters that Bryke created.
Moments that I am personally thankful for:
The way Asami’s voice shakes just a bit when she mentions her dad in the finale
Pretty much everything uttered by Zuko.
But especially in “The Day of Black Sun, Part 2,” when he confronts Ozai, and you can hear Zuko’s voice catch in his throat when he says “My father,” like he’s truly realizing just how fucked up his relationship with Ozai was.
The way Aang’s voice warbles in “The Storm,” when he says “I don’t want to talk about it,” and earlier in”Winter Solstice,” when he’s talking to Hei Bei, and you can hear his voice crack just a bit when he says “You’re upset and angry because your home was burned down.”
Korra. Need I say more?
The way Mai’s voice breaks just a bit when she breaks up with Zuko in “The Beach.”
Actually, everything related to Mai, really, given what we learned at Fan World.
Estamos cansados. Somos un hermoso país que lo han llevado a la ruina. Antes la gente venía a nuestro país por el cálido clima, las hermosas playas ¡incluso el Salto Ángel! (que todos conocen por Up). Y ahora todos se van. Ya sea por el aeropuerto o un ataúd tres metro bajo tierra. Me duele mi país. Me duele ver que mis amigos se van porque saben que su futuro aquí ya no vale nada. Me duele ver como los niños/adultos/jóvenes se mueren a diario porque no hay insumos suficientes para todos. Me duele que no puedo salir a una disco o a casa de un amigo, incluso a caminar de noche porque corro el riesgo de ser asesinada sólo por un celular. Me duele ver que los chamos están dejando su vida por nosotros en la calle protestando mientras que a muchos no les importa. Me duele ver niños toooodos los días comiendo de la basura porque sus padres no tienen para llevarle ni un pedacito de pan a ellos o lo peor sus padres no pudieron conseguir alimentos porque nos hay NADA en este país. Se lo han robado todo que hasta el miedo se nos lo llevaron. Yo se que algún día te recuperaremos, mi amada Venezuela. Se que pronto todos volverán y lloraremos de alegría porque volveremos a ser un país hermoso, seguro y alegre. Pronto mi Venezuela. Pronto serás nuestra otra vez ¡QUE VIVA VENEZUELA NOJODA!
PD: Necesitamos que estas fotos den la vuelta al mundo para que sepan lo que sufre nuestro país. Por favor, ayúdanos a que todos sepan por lo que estamos atravesando, se nuestro granito de arena, de verdad necesitamos que el mundo vea la crisis que estamos atravesando los venezolanos. Por favor… Les prometemos que no les tomará mucho tiempo
We are tired. We are a beautiful country that have brought it to ruin. Before, people came to our country because of the warm weather, the beautiful beaches, even the Angel Falls! (Which everyone knows about Up, the movie). And now they all go. Either by the airport or a coffin three meters underground. My country hurts. It hurts to see my friends leave because they know that their future here is not worth anything. It hurts me to see how children / adults / young people die every day because there are not enough medical supplies for everyone. It hurts me that I can not go out to a disco or to a friend’s house, even walking at night because I run the risk of being killed only by a cell phone. It pains me to see that young people are leaving their lives for us on the street protesting while many do not care. It hurts me to see children every day eating from the garbage because their parents do not have to take a piece of bread to them or worse their parents could not get food because there is NOTHING in this country. They have stolen everything that even the fear took away. I know that someday we will recover, my beloved Venezuela. I know that soon all will return and we will cry of joy because we will be a beautiful, safe and happy country again. Soon my Venezuela. Soon you will be ours again! LIVE VENEZUELA NOJODA!
PS: We need these photos to go around the world so they know what our country suffers. Please, help us all know what we are going through, it is our bit, we really need the world to see the crisis that we are going through the Venezuelans. Please … We promise you it will not take too long.
I want to take you to the movies and i want to pay for your ticket i want to buy a large popcorn for us to share so that i have an excuse to touch your hand and i want to look at you whenever there’s a joke so i can see you laugh and it will warm my heart. i want to stand outside the theatre at midnight while you wait for your dad to come get you and i want to here you talk about the movie i want to see the combined light of the coming soon posters and the moon on your face.
I want to take you to the beach. i want to put up the umbrella while you laugh every time i think it’s in the sand but falls over a few moments later. i want to see you dive headfirst into the water, i want to stand there in awe of your bikini clad confidence while i stand in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. i want to hold your hand as we walk in the surf i want to feel the water hit my ankles, i want to swim out as far as we can go and see who can hold her breath the longest.
i want to rake leaves with you, with our little brothers… i want to listen to you talk about how much you love him, i want to watch your eyes light up, i want to grab your arm and pull us into the giant pile of leaves. i want to collaps laughing beside you as the sun starts to dip below the horizon i want to notice the leaf in your hair and laugh as i brush it away.
I want to take you ice skating, at the rink they set up in the park next to my house. i want to hold your hand because it’s been so long since i’ve worn a pair of skates. i want to fall on my ass and then on my back because i’m laughing so hard, i want you to land next to me. i want to give you my coat and take you home when you get cold. i want to make you hot chocalate and throw marshmallows for you to try and catch in your mouth. i want to cuddle in front of the fire underneath a huge blanket and tell you how cold your hands are.
i want to take you to the fair at the end of summer. i want to win you something at one of those games tables. i want to scream and giggle with you while we ride the zipper i want to swear that i’ll never do that again but know that i’ll be back next year. i want to eat cotton candy while we sit on a bench watching people walk past us. i want to get stuck at the top of the ferris wheel with you, i want to talk about how small everything looks from up here i want to tell you that no matter how high i got i’d still be able to pick you in a crowd.
I want to take you stargazing. I want to climb onto my roof with a blanket and a bottle of wine. I want to listen to the leaves rustling beside us and i want to listen to your wine drunk ramblings about how the stars are so beautiful. i want to show you how even though we are so very small in this universe i couldn’t feel more comfortable and significant lying here with you.
i want to go shopping with you. i want to find the dress shirt i need in ten minutes but stay in the store for hours because you can’t decide between the hundreds of dresses you see. i want to sit in the chair outside the dressing rooms. i want you to show me every dress, i want to tell you that you look amazing in every single one of them, half because i want to leave this chair but also because you do look amazing in anything you wear.
i want to take you to the school football games. i’ll have to bring my camera i want to end up having just as many photos of you as i do the game. i want to kiss you every time we score, and because that doesn’t happen very often at our school i want to kiss you every time the other team scores. i want to end the night drinking that crappy hot chocolate that’s really just chocolate syrup and boiling water.
i want to meet your parents because they’re so much more accepting than mine who will still think we’re just friends. i want to hold your hand under the dinner table. i want to pretend to be casual and confident when really my heart is racing my stomach is doing backflips and i can’t catch a breath.
i want to hold you in my bed. i’ll be the big spoon because i want to protect you and keep you warm. i want to put my laptopat the foot of my bed so we can watch movies. I want to play with your hair and kiss your neck. i want to feel you breathe against my chest. i want to pile as many blankets as i can find on top of us. i want to let you fall asleep on my chest. i want to stay awake for as long as i can because i want to savour that moment i want to memorize the curve of your body and the smell of your hair and the rythm of your breathing. i want to only sleep when i can no longer hold my eyes open and dream of nothing but you.
i want to take you on cheesy dates and hug you so hard that you forget everything wrong with the world. i want to kiss you so hard you forget to breathe.
Finished my watercolor Lapras for #WorldWaterDay 💦
My obsession with water isn’t just for looks guys, there are so many issues threatening our oceans with the worst being pollution. However, we can do our part by recycling every day and participating in beach and park cleanup activities.
If we don’t have a drop of clean water left on this planet, then what point is there?
Please do your part to help keep our waters clean!!✍🏽🌊💙💧
We can make a difference guys!
Air rules me but so does water. I am split down the middle between the two. Water is chaotic and memorizing, and there is much you can do because it is one of the two elements that you can actually touch. Just like my other post, Working with Air, we will be exploring different ways that you can connect more deeply with water. Enjoy dearies!
Here is a list of different ways to work with water:
We must drink water to survive, so when you are about to grab a glass of water (whether purified, tap, or bottled) before you pour it in your glass or before opening your bottle, enchant it by holding your hands around the glass/bottle (with your eyes closed or open) then say something along the lines as “I am one with the running waters of the Earth.”
Go to the beach. Collect seashells, rocks, and sand. Dip yourself in the ocean. Feel the powerful waves crash against you. NOTE: Be careful of any animals that live within the ocean, be respectful. Don’t collect anything that can be harmful for your health or illegal. EX. feathers.
Showers are powerful. If you are one who likes to take showers in the morning, imagine the water energizing you for the day ahead and see yourself conquering all that lies before you. If you are one who likes to take showers at night, imagine the water rinsing off to cleanse you from long day you had and see yourself washing away everything so you are fresh and new. No matter what time you take a shower, allow the water to freshen up your spirits.
Baths are very calming and relaxing. When one cannot go to the beach, this is an excellent way to substitute. Fill the tub, surround yourself with blue/purple candles, seashells, and crystals that relate to water. Put in herbs or essential oils within your bath to connect you to the ocean waves of the deep, vast blue. Bonus, you can put on ocean sound music to set the mood. NOTE: Do your research, do not put in herbs or oils that are harmful to your health. Do not put crystals around the tub if they can be toxic or if they deteriorate in water. Your health is always most important.
When it is raining, go outside and let the rain fall upon you. Close your eyes and let the water cleanse your being. Then if you would like, play. Splash in puddles, run around. Enjoy yourself.
Make a sigil that means “I connect with the waters of the deep, beautiful sea.” or something along the lines. (Again, I am not a sigil maker but something I would like to include for others who are) Wear the sigil on you as you go to the beach or are working at your water altar.
Make a special water altar, preferably facing west. Fill it with mermaid items, chalices, colors of dark blues and purples, seashells, etc.
Research mermaids. Merpeople swim in the deep depths of the sea. They are beautiful, alluring, and mysterious. Unfortunately, I haven’t found any sources on how to communicate with them so here is a small list of ways I have personally used to connect with them.
Go to the beach, sit in front of the water and sing. Whether it is a mermaid song (like Jolly Sailor Bold) or your all time favorite song, just sing your heart out. If others are around you on the beach, sing quietly or have your headphones in. If you are alone, then sing as loud as you want.
Collect seawater in a jar, then when you get home make an oil using essential oils and herbs that mermaids love. Then before you go to sleep, take a small inhale, then fall asleep. Let the mermaids come to you in your dreams. NOTE: Do your research, do not use oils that will harm your health. This is more for aroma, not placing on your skin.
While you are at the beach, leave the mermaids small offerings that you feel they would enjoy. NOTE: Do not leave anything that is harmful to our environment, like jars filled with items. Be respectful to our Earth.
If you cannot go to the beach, take a bath and surround yourself with mermaid items; like statues, mirrors, seashells, etc. Fill the bath with herbs and oils that relate to merpeople then while you are bathing, sing. Look in the mirror if you would like, allow yourself to become one with them. NOTE: I don’t really care that I repeat myself so often but for real, do you research. Do not use herbs or oils that will harm your health.
Be careful as you would communicating with any kind of spirit. Protect yourself and be respectful while you contact.
Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!
Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.
why do i only ever hurt lance
“Figures,” Lance grumbled.
“Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I
don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t
stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”
“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving
voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only
ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom
fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”
“Yeah, okay, but why do I
have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is
way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”
“Quit whining,” Keith snapped,
glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep
us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up
Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to
catch up to him.
“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is
the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and
faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,”
“Wish I had help navigating the
terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were
currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t
explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”
“Because going on solo missions to
unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star
Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable
snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”
“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we
out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to
freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space
camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.
“What the hell are you
“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to
marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those
movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”
“Would you two take this mission
seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing
his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes
adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go
prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy
“Prancing? Shiro, I don’t
“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted
him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It
would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures.
“Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”
“Yep,” she told them. “The
hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”
Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go
“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is
huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance
protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the
“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s
ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then
we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot
worse than this.”
“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know
that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?”
Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his
armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.
“It looks pretty thick,” she
mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with
your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”
“See?” Lance smirked at
him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”
“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check
the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something?
Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this
isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke
so fast it was almost difficult to understand.
“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance
observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake
is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get
to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”
“Nope. No animals down there,”
Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up
“I still have a really bad feeling
about this,” Keith mumbled.
Lance turned towards him with a grin.
“We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should
see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want
to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer
than I have to.”
“He really is the true pilot of
Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh.
“Impatient as all hell.”
“Hey!” Keith and Lance
exclaimed at the same time.
Pidge snorted. “Just get going
Lance wasted no time in starting out
across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still
hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward,
Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark
moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t
she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but
just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.
He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling
away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear
the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended
into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice
wrap around Lance’s legs.
He rushed forward, but it was already
too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by
the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.
The water was murky, and dark. Lance
could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him
further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to
activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.
He felt the grip of whatever held him
tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break
Lance forced himself not to panic.
Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned
his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but
with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to
the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.
Judging by the shriek of pain and how
the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He
kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However,
with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but
ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled
to find the hole which he’d fallen into.
Lance was just starting to give up
hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and
yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.
Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the
water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was
foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith
kneeling over him, breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands
hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”
“What—” Lance coughed again.
“What was that… that thing?”
“I… I didn’t scan for plants,”
Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there
would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”
“Now will you listen to me
when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way
to relieved to actually come off as angry.
Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I
c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed
“Why’s he talking like that?” he
asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”
“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice
was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed.
“Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the
castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come
back to the planet in Blue later.”
Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his
arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red.
“Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”
“You.. you were r-right,” Lance
admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.”
His eyes started to slide shut.
“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay
awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”
“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s
freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his
eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll
just take a little n-nap.”
“Lance, no, you’ve got to—”
Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his
Lance fell unceremoniously out of the
healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the
floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned.
“So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”
Keith bristled. “That’s all you have
to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid
decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times
has it been now?”
Lance ignored him. “Where are the
“None of them wanted to stay
overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many
times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance
had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the
entirety of his weight.
“And yet you stayed,” Lance
grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”
Lance’s smile turned quickly into a
smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going
Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance
onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at
that exact moment and kissed him.
It didn’t last long, but Keith was
blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a
little flustered, too, though.
“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For
saving my life.”
“Um,” Keith started, brain still
trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I—
is this— what?”
Lance laughed, finally stepping back
from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get
some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”
Keith watched him go, and stammered
out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.
‘ they used to send flowers to my dressing room. ’ ‘ you’d have to be an explorer to find your way around in this fog. ’ ‘ the mice do not like the mist. ’ ‘ you are in terrible danger. ’ ‘ what am i in danger from? ’ ‘ i’m your other mother. ’ ‘ we’ve been waiting for you for a long time. ’ ‘ it wasn’t the same here without you. ’ ‘ we were here before you fell. you will be here when we rise. ’ ‘ i’m going outside to explore. ’ ‘ we’ll just wait here for you to come back. ’ ‘ i am not the other anything. i am me. ’ ‘ we could be friends, you know. ’ ‘ that’s because you don’t know who you are. ’ ‘ we know who we are, so we don’t need names. ’ ‘ it was sensible of you to bring protection. ’ ‘ it won’t hurt. ’ ‘ we only want what’s best for you. ’ ‘ if that’s what you want. ’ ‘ i think i’ve probably become a single child family. ’ ‘ she’s vanished under mysterious circumstances. ’ ‘ they aren’t going to come back, are they? ’ ‘ then i suppose there is only one thing left to do. ’ ‘ when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave. ’ ‘ you know you’re talking again? ’ ‘ how fortunate i am in having a traveling companion of such wisdom and intelligence. ’ ‘ you don’t frighten me. ’ ‘ you will always be safe here with me. ’ ‘ calling cats tends to be a rather overrated activity. ’ ‘ no need for names. ’ ‘ she wants something to love, i think. ’ ‘ i’d go inside if i were you. ’ ‘ and what do you think you’re doing? ’ ‘ nothing to find here. ’ ‘ maybe i just got turned around in the mist. ’ ‘ but how can you walk away from something and still come back to it? ’ ‘ spiders’ webs only have to be large enough to catch flies. ’ ‘ still, the proudest spirit can be broken with love. ’ ‘ i have no plans to love you. ’ ‘ you can’t make me love you. ’ ‘ how long have you been here? ’ ‘ i’m not running away. ’ ‘ we temper our justice with mercy here. ’ ‘ everyone knows that a soul is the same size as a beach ball. ’ ‘ i’m not afraid. ’ ‘ you know that i love you. ’ ‘ well at least you didn’t jump out at me. ’ ‘ i don’t want whatever i want. nobody does. not really. ’ ‘ what kind of fun would it be if i just got everything i ever wanted? ’ ‘ i hope you don’t mind my getting involved. ’ ‘ we are going to go home. ’ ‘ this is not a good place to be in. ’ ‘ i’m sorry i threw you at her. ’ ‘ i fell asleep. ’ ‘ i just miss you sometimes. ’ ‘ i’m just pleased it’s all over. ’ ‘ go away or you’ll be sorry. ’
The jostling of the moving car bumped you left and right, the
almost inaudible chug of the engine the first sound you could make out. Your
eyes clenched tightly, a small stream of sunlight hitting them through the
window. Your mind was slow to process what was going on and where you were, the
worn leather of the seats making your back sweat profusely.
Wait, you thought
to yourself, your eyes cracking open to stare at the roof of the vehicle above
your head. Why am I in a car? The last
thing I remember was falling asleep on the roof…
You sat up startled, glancing around at your surroundings
hoping to figure out where you were and what was going on. A million thoughts were
running through your mind, none of them making any sense. You glanced out the
window in front of you, watching the trees pass by. You were in a moving
vehicle, make and model unknown, person driving it most likely having kidnapped
“Glad to see you are finally awake,” the driver spoke. You
glanced at the person, meeting their eyes through the rear-view mirror. The
male’s honey brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight, but more than familiar to
your well-trained eyes. “Did you have a good nap?”
Your mouth fell open, not believing what you were looking
Stiles Stilinski is
right in front of me. What the fuck?
Sure, there are coastal towns with the word ‘Beach’ in the name.
But people here do not go ‘to the beach’.
‘Beaches’ are were you go to sunbathe, play volleyball, swim in the moderately-to-very pleasant temperature water. They are warmish, inviting, a place where you can wear sandals and a swimsuit, maybe have an ice cream cone or flirt with a lifeguard. You might be concerned about sunburns, stingrays, sharks, or stepping on coral. You might worry about looking fat in your swimsuit, or being ‘too pale’.
We go ‘to the coast’.
We go to the ragged edge of the continent, where the Pacific ocean (the name seems laughably ill-fitting, even deceptive at this latitude) meets the Ring of Fire. Where the water hovers around 50 F year round, where rip tides, sneaker waves, driftwood, hypothermia, and powerful storms sometimes kill. We know that our section of the Pacific coast is known as the ‘Graveyard of the Pacific’.
We know, when you visit the coast, that you pack your rain coat, a hat, your warm clothing, in layers. Spare shoes, when the first pair inevitably get soggy and full of sand. A towel or two– but not because you plan on sunbathing. We know that the inevitable rain drops are fat, plenty, and sting like rocks when they hit you. We know that they come at you sideways, driven by the howling coastal wind. We know that umbrellas are laughably useless.
We have waded out into those waves, pants rolled up to our knees. We have waded back out a few minutes later, unable to feel our feet. It’s almost a rite of passage. We do not swim at the coast. Not without a wet suit and a buddy system.
We keep one eye on the tsunami escape routes, just in case we lost the cosmic lotto system and were on the sand in time for ‘the Big One’.
We love our rugged sea mounts. Our sea lions, giant octopus, killer whales, tide pools, and massive fir trees inhabiting our coastal old-growth forests. We love the whales that pass through in winter. We love the soaring cliffs, the fresh seafood, the raw salt air, the spectacular sunsets. We love to hole up in a hotel room or restaurant with a view, warming ourselves with coffee or clam chowder, and watch the waves thunder upon the shore, and the wind bends the trees into tortured shapes. We treasure the rare days when the sun is shining, there’s no wind, and the temperature is warm enough for t-shirts.
We love that we can point due west and say ‘The closest land mass in that direction… is Japan.’
We love our beautiful, inhospitable coast. We just don’t trust it.
The thing I’m looking for the most in a relationship is not love but rather understanding. I just want someone who can basically stand being with me I guess. Someone who can accept the fact that there are days in my life that I won’t be able to get out of bed because I find no reason to live. Someone who can learn that loving me won’t be pretty because I detach from reality sometimes and it’s just hard to feel connected in times like that. I just want someone who can be aware of all of my defects and still love me not despite of them but because of them.
I just want to know that if one day I lose my mind we’d still be together no matter what. And we go to the beach together because that’s where I feel safe the most, and she tells me that everything’s going to be okay and that it’s okay to smile despite everything that’s going on in my head. And then she says my name, and it sounds different in her mouth, and I feel safe there. And then I tell her something that I’m terrified to tell her because I’m terrified that it will make her stop loving me but when I do it just makes her love me more.
Or I tell her something very dark and honest like wanting to kill myself, and she doesn’t panic, and we just talk about the things that have been bothering me, and she tells me that she believes in me because she believes that I am a very strong person despite being so fragile and vulnerable. She tells me that no matter what she’ll always understand. She tells me that no matter what she’ll always be there for me even in times when I need space. She tells me that her love for me would always be there waiting whenever I am ready.
Summary: A family gathering at the Winchester household turns into an embarrassing mess for Dean and the reader.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,361
Cassie’s Classics Challenge -
“I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Gone with the Wind @death2thevirgin
“Ha! Suck it, Winchester!” You boast obnoxiously, dancing around Sam in a circle. You just won the third air hockey game in a row and the feeling of victory never gets old.
“Just wait, Y/N. You’re awesome at air hockey but everyone knows you’re shitty at pool. And I can’t wait to kick your little ass!” Crouching down to your level, Sam condescendingly pats the top of your head with a shit eating grin.
“I can’t wait to see that, Sammy. Honestly. We all know you need a little confidence…since that hot girl Erica shot you down. Must hurt the ego.” You giggle at his bitch face before bolting out of the game room. You may be ridiculous but you’re not crazy, Sam’s go to move when annoyed is chucking his drink at you.
Growing up across the street from the Winchester family has equipped you to easily deal with the two brothers in any scenario. It definitely comes in handy knowing which buttons to push.