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The third-year photo theme was: Third Years!

And the second-year photo was: Badges!  

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Ghostbusters + times Erin’s blue eyes looked especially b l u e

Fic: The Stables

A companion piece to The Kailyard. Another short one, this one a shameless PWP.

Hope you enjoy it :-)

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She led him to the back of the stables. They were mostly empty, the usual occupants still enjoying the last of the fine weather before snows made it impossible to graze. She turned and took his hand leading him into the semi darkness of the last stall. He turned her towards him and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She sighed against him wrapping her arms around his neck, one hand tangled in his hair.

She gasped as his mouth left hers and made its way downwards. He nipped gently at her throat making her shiver. He untucked her kerchief exposing her slightly to the chill air. Goosebumps sprung up on her flesh and she in turn adjusted her grip on him, furrowing under the layers of his clothing and untucking his shirt from his kilt.

He jumped slightly as she placed a chilled hand on his warm stomach before turning his attentions to her laces. He made short work of her gown and stays and his lips followed his hands as he pushed her shift down to her arms. She let her head drop back as she concentrated on the pressure of his lips of her skin. Despite the coolness of the day and her state of undress, she felt a warmth in her core which radiated outwards.

She reached forward, grabbing him by the belt and pulling him towards her. With deft hands she unbuckled it and with a tug his kilt laid pooled at their feet atop the vast swathes of material that made up her gown. His eyes met hers and there was a shift in the atmosphere. The playfulness of mere seconds ago was replaced by something else. Something more animal in nature. She could feel her heart pounding and hear the sound of the blood rushing through her ears as he looked at her. Her pulse felt like it was coming from between her legs. He was looking at her like he might devour her and she wanted him to. Making love with Jamie could be anything from utter tenderness to near riot and right now she wanted the latter.

As if pulled together by magnets they clashed together. Mouth met mouth, tongues danced together. She bit his lip and he gasped a little before fastening his own lips around her neck moving steadily downwards biting and nipping as he went. His mouth fastened around her nipple and she groaned at the sensation. Her knees were starting to give and only his strong arms on the small of her back and behind her head kept her upright. She grabbed at his hair and cried out. He cried out himself as she pulled at it and in one deft move he had her off of her feet and lying on her back amongst the straw. She pulled him up between her legs.and sank her teeth into his shoulder. He reared up with the sensation and with a jerk of his hips thrust himself home. He supported his weight on one arms whilst the other came up under her behind pulling her closer and deepening their connection. He moved in her fiercely, not fast but with force. She raked his back with her nails as she returned everything he gave her back to him. They were both panting now and with a considerable display of strength he raised himself onto his haunches pulling her onto his lap. Once again their mouths connected, tongues dueling. He had a hand in her hair, whilst she wrapped her arms around his neck drawing her closer to her. She needed to feel all of him. Pressed together, flush down their fronts she could feel the wiry texture of his his chest hair rubbing against her taut nipples and the gooseflesh on his back and shoulders. Their lips never parting her came into her harder and she moaned. The hand that had been on her back slipped lower and she felt his fingers in the crease of her backside. Gasping she released his mouth and bent her head to his ear taking it between her teeth. He let out a hiss and his hand dropped lower, pressing a finger into her. Returning to his mouth she relished the feel of him, He filled her completely in all the ways it was possible to. He waggled his finger slightly and she arched against him. She rode him hard as she felt her climax rising within her. She could feel that he was close too. His body had tensed, his breathing grew erratic and he was calling to her in gaelic that she could not quite decipher. They rose and tumbled from the peak together, each crying the others name.

He held her to him as they shuddered together, each trying to collect themselves in the aftermath of such intensity. He pressed his forehead to hers and her hand came up to stroke his cheek. In the aftermath of an encounter that was almost violent in its intensity, she now felt such gentleness, such love and tenderness for this man that tears sprang to her eyes. Feeling them, he pulled his head from hers and met her eyes. He spoke to her in gaelic and though she not know the words she knew their meaning. She loved him too.

The Klance Elevator Conspiracy

So we all know that scene in Eye of the Storm when Keith and Lance climb up the elevator shaft is basically just a scene from the Emperor’s New Groove, but there are a few distinct differences between the scenes that I find… interesting

Emporer’s New Groove scene:
   - They fall into a rockface unintentionally (unsafe current location)
   - There is a swarm of aligators under them waiting to eat them (obvious               danger from below)
   - Directly above them is a nice safe cliff edge if they can reach it (obvious            end point)

Voltron scene:
   - They are initially in a safe elevator, and decide to climb up and out of it            because reasons
   - They are now in an unsafe current location (if they fall/the power comes          back on and the lift runs into them)
   - They have no destination in mind (Keith only finds the air duct halfway up        and there is very obviously no other way out)

(seriously, if not for the duct where else were they going to go?)

So why did they leave in the first place??? Surely they could have just sat around and waited until Allura or Coran turned the power back on?

I’ve read other headcanons about Lance remembering and then wanting to imitate the ENG scene (which I am totally on board with) but why does Keith agree with what is an objectively terrible plan? 

This is my current working theory…

Lance: Have you ever seen the Emperor’s New Groove?
Lance: *proceeds to explain the plan*
Keith: That is I think perhaps the dumb-
Theatre of Pining Keith’s mind:   

Keith: Greatest. Great plan, it’s a great plan

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look at his lovely smile aksdjsakj 😭💘💥

  • Henry: Where do you think she went?
  • Regina: There's no way to know for sure, but I bet she ended up with Wish Robin.
  • Henry: What? Why would it send her to a world where she's a wanted criminal who's just killed the reinging monarchs, made off with the princess, and has a price on her head? I wrote 'the evil queen gets a fresh start' not 'the evil queen has a public execution'.
  • Regina: I'm sure it'll work out.
  • Henry: Didn't you say Rumple was trying to kill you when you left too?
  • Regina: I'm sure it'll work out.

All the ingredients of a lovely Daily Mail pointless letter: not much happening, rambling storytelling, a bit of Margaret Thatcher and a dash of pidgin English when them foreigns are talking. Classic.

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i think this is the first time i didn’t look incredibly awkward while smiling!