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anonymous asked:

Klance, galra rescue, if that's okay with you??

If Keith doesn’t cradle carry an injured Lance at least once during the series then what even is the point

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           Lance closed his eyes, breathing slowly through his nose, concentrating on the faint sound of the footsteps, just audible through the reinforced prison door. One two, two two, three two, four two, five two, and they drew even with the door. Six two, seven two, eight two, nine two, ten two, eleven two, twelve two, thirteen two, fourteen two, fifteen two, and they reached the end of the hall. Perfectly consistent, every single time. It would be 600 seconds before another soldier passed by his door. He turned away from the door and slid his butt back towards his feet, which were the real problem. He’d figured out everything except his feet. He had a way to get the door open, he knew the routines of the guards well enough to circumvent them, and he had been on enough Galra ships at this point that he knew how to find the emergency escape pods. He just had to pray they were close enough to a planet where he could land and hide until he could get a message to the castle. His feet, however, were still posing a problem.

           The Galra had cuffed them together as soon as they’d stripped off his armor, and as soon as they’d brought him to a cell, they had locked the cuffs against the floor. Since then, Lance hadn’t moved from this spot. At least they gave him a bucket they emptied fairly regularly. He wondered morbidly if he ought to be flattered, in a way, that his interrogators came to him. Did they really think he posed such a threat that it was too dangerous to even move him from one part of the ship to another? Still, it was conundrum for Lance: they weren’t cuffs like anything he had ever seen, made of shimmering purple light and yet somehow solid. If he had to guess, it was probably some kind of druid magic mixed with technology.

           He massaged his bare feet absently while he thought. They had gotten swollen and sore from being still for so long, and had developed a habit of falling asleep all the time, waking Lance up with painful pins and needles. His best solution at the moment was to fake some sort of collapse, since he was reasonably certain he was still valuable enough to the Galra to be taken to a medical facility – but every time he thought of inviting needles and scalpels and god knew what else near him, a vision of Shiro’s metal arm flashed before him like a specter and made him set the idea aside with a shudder.

           A sudden impact against the ship threw him sideways, his elbow smacking painfully against the floor. As he pushed himself back to a sitting position, the ship shuddered again, and he thought he could make out the distant sound of blaster cannons firing. He strained his ears, hardly daring to hope—

           The door of his cell flew open with a bang, the crumpling, sparking form of a broken guard drone tumbling after it. Keith stood in the doorway, breathing hard. His sword retracted into the bayard handle, flashing back to his waist, and he rushed forward.

           “Lance!” he cried.

           “Keith!” Lance gasped, finally overcoming his surprise, only to be knocked speechless again as Keith dropped down and caught Lance in a tight hug.

           “Guys, I found him. He’s alive,” Keith said into his helmet. Right next to his head as he was, Lance could faintly hear the tinny sounds of the cheers of his teammates. “Lance, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

           “N-nothing a night of sleep in my own bed and a good face mask can’t cure,” he stuttered, bringing his arms up to return Keith’s hug. “Did everyone else make it off Uveer okay?”

           “Yeah, we’re all fine,” Keith said, and Lance could’ve sworn his voice cracked just slightly. “Even Blue’s back safe and sound in the castle, waiting for you.” He pulled out of the hug and grabbed Lance’s hand. “Can you walk? Come on, let’s get out of here.” He pulled, snagging Lance’s feet against the cuffs.

           “Keith, wait— I can’t,” he said, pointing at his feet. Keith looked down, noticing the problem for the first time, and drew his bayard. “Wait NO—” Lance shrieked as Keith brought his sword down. It bounced off the cuffs, which sent an arc of lightning up Lance’s body. He screamed and collapsed to the floor.

           “Lance?” Keith asked, dropping back to his knees, sliding his hands under Lance’s head and back and lifting him up. “Lance, are you okay?”

           “Every time you try to break them, they do that,” Lance panted, muscles still limp. “I have no idea how to get them off.” Keith frowned.

           “Guys, can anyone else make it into the ship?” he asked his helmet, and paused. “We need to find the key for Lance’s cuffs, I can’t break them,” he explained. After a moment, he cussed, glancing between Lance and the open door of the cell, where red emergency lights washed the whole ship in the color of blood. He gently lay Lance back on the floor and stood. Lance struggled back to a sitting position. “I’m going to go find a key. I will be right back, I promise,” Keith said. Lance stared up at him, feeling hope slip away, despair settling back into his limbs like lethargy. Keith must have read it in his face, because he crouched down briefly and brushed Lance’s cheek with his fingertips. “Lance,” he said, his voice low and soft and rough. “Look at me. I’m getting you out of this cell and off this ship. I promise you won’t spend another hour here. I promise.” Their eyes met, and Lance felt a tear slide down his cheek. He nodded slowly. Keith hesitated, and then pulled off his helmet and settled it over Lance’s head. “Say hello to everyone else in the meanwhile,” he told him. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Lance nodded one last time, and Keith disappeared out the door.

           “Hey guys,” he said, his voice shaky, and was greeted by a chorus of his name. He felt a smile spread slowly across his face. “Yeah, it’s good to hear your voices too,” he said. “Everyone doing alright? Hunk? You holding up out there? Hopping Voltron around on only one leg?”

           “Yeah, we look pretty silly without you,” Hunk said. His voice, so warm and familiar, seemed to fill Lance with a sense of security he hadn’t felt in weeks.

           “Just hold on, Lance, Keith will be back any minute,” Shiro said. “He’s been on a warpath to find you ever since you didn’t make the rendezvous on Uveer.”

           “Really? Keith?” Lance wondered. There was no reason to doubt Shiro’s words, and yet Lance had figured Keith would be the one advocating they leave him behind. He closed his eyes, seeing the intense sincerity in Keith’s face as he promised he would be back, and something fond stirred in his heart.

           “Yeah, he—” Pidge’s words were cut short as the helmet was ripped from Lance’s head. He froze at the feeling of a blaster pressed against his temple. The Galra soldier standing above him pulled the helmet onto his own head.

           “Stop attacking, or your friend dies,” he said. Lance’s breath came shallowly. The blaster was cold, barely an inch from his eyes. “Now,” the Galra insisted. Abruptly, the ship stopped shuddering, and the distant sound of the blaster cannons went quiet. “Abandon your lions, return to your ship, and we will send your friend to join you.” Lance was afraid to blink, afraid to move, his heart thudding painfully against his chest. He flinched at the sound of his name.

           “Lance!” Keith shouted. “I found the—” He skidded to a halt in the doorway, taking in the scene. Lance stared at him wide-eyed, willing him to escape, to turn and run, to take Voltron and go because he wasn’t worth this, he wasn’t worth losing Voltron and he certainly wasn’t worth getting another Paladin killed. The Galra said nothing, only pressed the blaster closer against Lance’s head.

           “Get away from him,” Keith growled, low and dark.

           “Put the bayard down or he dies,” the Galra said.

           “If you harm a hair on his head, I swear,” Keith said, something dark and ugly and murderous in his tone that Lance had never heard before, “I swear I will kill every last Galra on this ship with my own two hands.”

           “Put it down.” Keith didn’t break eye contact with the soldier as he slowly bent and set the sword down. Lance shivered at the look on his face. He had never seen so much rage in Keith’s eyes before. “Good,” the soldier said, and Lance noticed he was a little breathless. He’s afraid, he realized. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. “Now, uh, put your hands up and, um, walk over to the wall.” Keith didn’t move, still glaring at the soldier. Lance, heart thudding so loudly he could barely hear, made a very stupid decision.

           As fast as he could, he reached up, grabbed the blaster, and pulled it away from his head. The Galra pulled the trigger in panic. Luckily, it missed Lance’s head. Unluckily, it managed to clip the edges of his cuffs, sending the worst arc of electricity he’d felt yet screeching through his body. It knocked him backward with such force that he took the soldier with him and the blaster went skittering across the floor. He struggled to breathe, his chest tight and his heart stuttering arhythmically. Keith was already on top of them, dragging the soldier away from Lance. Lance couldn’t turn his head to see what was happening, but the sickening sound of rending flesh and the soldier’s garbled, gurgled scream made him decide he didn’t want to. Moments later, Keith was kneeling over him, his helmet back on his own head, unlocking Lance’s cuffs. Lance twitched his feet, sighing in relief.

           “I told you I’d be back,” Keith said, smiling softly. “Are you okay?” Lance managed a nod.

           “Just a little… just a little out of breath,” he said. Keith gently pulled Lance’s arm up around his neck, and tucked his arms under Lance’s knees and back.

           “Let’s go,” he said. “Healing pod first, then face mask, okay?” There was something infinitely soft in the way he said it, and Lance felt some of the tightness in his chest ease.

           “Sounds good,” he murmured.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]

Everything Goes To Hell

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Words: 3, 264

Summary:  Gabriel gives Sam and Dean a lead and while they go investigate it, they leave you at the motel to keep an eye on him. Unimpressed with being stuck ‘angel sitting’ you decide to get drunk. Gabriel, on the other hand, wants to have some fun.

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Drinking, Sex on various pieces of furniture. The cliche of playing Twister… 

Everything Goes to Hell

               “Why be sweet, why be careful, why be kind?

               A man has only one thing on his mind.

               Why ask politely, Why go lightly?

               Why say please?

               They only want to get you on your knees…”

                               -Everything Goes to Hell – Tom Waits

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pastababah  asked:

Hello I know I have asked before but I have another question. ;3; sowwy. But again I have to say how AMAZING your blog and how much I love it~! X3 and I love your profile pic as well! :D My question is how would the 2p's react to being turned into children? thanks!

((you’ve asked something before? i don’t remember u v u ))

2P: *poof, suddenly gets turned into a child*


2P!China: *face drains of all color* w-why would you do this nOOOOO– *quickly turns around, looks down his pants* hOW AM I SUPPOSED TO IMPRESS GIRLS WHEN MY BALLS HAVEN’T EVEN DROPPED YET AJDHSKSDJFA I WANT MY BODY BACK–

2P!England: *curiously inspects hands and arms, then glances over the rest of his body* I… am adorable again! Wheeee, look at me!~ *prances around like an innocent child* let’s play ballerina, yes?! ; 7 ;

2P!France: *looks into mirror, glares, furiously slams fist into it, probably shattering the glass and cutting his hand but he doesn’t care* change me back you asshole

2P!Russia: *stares down at the heap of coat + scarf surrounding him because now they’re fifty times too big* i would like a change of clothes as well as an explanation please

2P!Italy: *discreet maniacal laughing* this body may be unattractive but now, no one would suspect anything if i were to, say, ‘find’ their wallet…hehehe~

2P!Germany: wait how am i supposed to get into bars while looking like this– !!?!

2P!Japan: *glowers* alright you’ve had your fun, now change me back into an adult. now.

2P!Canada: yeah i’m gonna go climb that tree over there brb

2P!Romano: ooooh, this brings back so many memories!~ let’s go play hopscotch and then make some flower crowns in the backyard later okay?! :D

2P!Austria: *admires younger self in mirror* i must say, i made an unbelievably handsome man but i sure do make the most adorable child as well~

2P!Prussia: mm… i strangely feel comfortable with this… h-hey, do you think you can hold me? please? ; w ; *looks up at you and holds up tiny arms*

A Winmills Christmas- Day 6

Welcome to A Very Merry Winmills Christmas!

This is a challenge hosted by @waywardlullabies! I was given 12 prompts, one for each of the 12 days of Christmas. I have taken the prompts and turned them into a fluffy, smutty, feels-y love story about Sam Winchester and Jody Mills, and I hope you love them as much as I do! (Also, shout out to my loves @unadulteratedstorycollector and @littlegreenplasticsoldier for their general wonderfulness.)

Read Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5

Day 6 prompt: Decorating + sweaters

Warnings:  light smut

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated on this one, guys! I hope you enjoy this Christmas gift from me to you! XOXO

Sam blasts the Christmas music as loud as Jody’s ancient stereo system will let him, and then he waits.

It only takes a couple of minutes for Jody to stagger down the steps, wearing only Sam’s undershirt from the day before.

“What the hell?” she groans, wiping at her eyes.

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Birthday- Omaha squad imagine

;requested:  Well my birthday was today and I had this idea in my head that your at one of those restaurants where they make food in front of you and all the boys are there and then some and one of them tries to do it and it’s a fun birthday. Thank you so much. 💕💕

First off, happy birthday, love! I really hope you enjoy this. I made it about the whole day in general rather than just dinner. As always, feedback is appreciated ;

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Y/N, Happy birthday to you” I woke up to a chorus of boys singing very off key in my room. I rubbed my eyes before opening them, seeing Jack G, Sammy, Nate, Jack J, and John standing in my room smiling, a breakfast tray in hand. I sat up in bed, smiling at them. They set the tray in front of me, and I noticed they had made all my favorite foods; eggs, crepes, toast, with a huge side of fruit.

“Aww, you guys. You made my favorite” I gushed at them, taking a bite of the toast. I patted the bed next to me, indicating for them to sit down. They all took various spots on my bed.

“We had to start of the day right for our special girl” Johnson said, beaming at me. I giggled and continued to eat my breakfast.

“So what’s on the agenda for today, birthday girl?” Nate asked me, cozying up to my side.

“Well I wanna go to the mall, and then I was thinking we could go out to a nice dinner if you guys are up for it? Then come back here and hang out; we could invite the rest of the guys over” I said, right as Sammy reached over and took a piece of my fruit. I swatted his hand away and he pulled it back, looking at me with a shocked expression.

“I’m hungry” he whined, and I laughed at him.

“Then go get your own. This is mine” I told him, making sure to shove a piece of fruit in my mouth to remind him.

“Alright, well you finish your breakfast. We’ll go feed dumbass over here, and then go to the mall. Today is your day” John said, kissing my temple before standing up and dragging Sammy off the foot of the bed and downstairs. I chuckled as all the others left me to go eat, letting me know they would be ready in about an hour.

I had just finished getting ready when I heard my phone ding, indicating I had a message.

From: WammySilk

You almost ready?

To: WammySilk

I dunno, are you gonna try and eat my food again?

From: WammySilk

Y/NNN you know how I get when I’m hungry

To: WammySilk

Fine. I’ll be done in 2.5

I locked my phone and slid my shoes on, grabbing my purse as I walked out my room. I walked down the stairs and heard a low whistle as I approached the boys in the living room.

“Damn, ma, you sure don’t disappoint” Jack G said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I blushed at his comment, looking down at the ground; I had on a blue and white printed romper, the straps criss-crossing in the back. My shoes were white wedges, and my hair was down. I felt an armwrap around my waist, causing me to look up, meeting Nate’s eyes.

“Come on, Princess, let’s get you to the mall” he said, leading me out to the car.

45 minutes later we had parked in the parking lot, and were piling out of the car and heading inside.

“Where do you want to go first?” Johnson asked me, coming up to my side. I looked around at the stores before deciding on J. Crew. The boys followed me in, and soon my arms, along with theirs, were filling up with clothes. I tried them on, deciding to get a nice emerald green colored halter dress for tonight, along with some other shirts and pants. I walked to the counter, placing my items in front of the cashier.

“You’re total is 245.64” She said, a polite smile on her face. I reached in my purse to grab my wallet, but someone beat me to it.

“Here you go” Sammy said, handing his credit card to the cashier. I looked at him in shock, and he just winked at me.

“Think of it as payback for this morning” He said laughing. I blushed and thanked him, grabbing the bag from the woman.

We made our way through Victoria’s Secret, American eagle, H&M, and PacSun before leaving and heading home. We pulled into the driveway, and I ran inside and upstairs, yelling to the boys I would be ready in about an hour. I quickly changed out of my clothes and into my new dress. I curled my hair, running my fingers through it to soften the look. A dramatic, smokey eye finished my look, along with some deep nude lipstick.

As I walked down stairs, I saw all of the boys stop and stare. I couldn’t help but get more confident in how I looked.

“You look stunning, lil mama” Nate said, coming up to me and grabbing my hand in his. I smiled at his gesture, turning to the rest of the boys.

“Are you all ready?” I said, giving them my biggest smile. They nodded, and we headed outside to the car. I got in the passenger seat, Jack G driving, and we made our way to my favorite hibachi grill.

We were seated fairly quickly, and the chef came over to our table. I had Nate and John on either side of me, and the other boys surrounding us. The chef quickly got to work, throwing veggies and rice onto the grill, sending them aflame with oil. He gestured to Jack G, motioning for him to come around the side of the grill and try. Jack stood up and walked around, joining the chef. He handed Jack some utensils, and motioned for Jack to just chop through the rice.

Jack was able to keep up with that pretty easily, so the chef had him mix the vegetables with the rice, which he accomplished with ease. The chef then got a piece of broccoli on his spatula, hitting the top of it and landing it in Johnson’s mouth. The chef nodded and smiled at Jack, who had a nervous smile on his face. He got some broccoli on, and then fumbled with hitting it into Sammy’s mouth. He hit it too low and too hard, causing it to smack Sammy right in the chin. We all burst out laughing, and Jack came back around and sat down.

“Sorry about that, man” Jack apologized, and Sammy just gave him a shrug.

“So how has your birthday been?” John whispered in my ear. I turned to him and grinned.

“One of the best birthdays ever”

poetic-updo  asked:


Okay, I’ve been wanting to answer this question all week but had no time.
I’m so sorry! I know you need this by tomorrow so let me stop talking and get this written. I’m gonna do this in the same vain that I did the Dwayne Wayne costume:

The two easiest options when going for Kim Reese appeal is to either go straight with bangs or big and curly. Or her classic short cut.
I see you have natural hair, so you might as well go with big and curly :)
Now, if you’re gonna go for classic, suited Kim, you’re gonna need a matching hat. If you’re gonna go classic, chillin and study in Kim, what goes on your head doesn’t matter, the hair is essential

If you’re going for classic suited Kim, go for a strong colored, stiff shouldered blazer that matches your hat.

If you’re going for classic chillin and study in Kim, its all about either a printed/ one of a kind sweater (Hillman sweater?! If you have one) or a plain, long sleeve sweat shirt. Or! A tucked in button up .

Or! Like Dwayne, Kim was a huge fan of lit jackets. Keep in mind that earrings are essential for Kim. When she’s chillin: large and gold. Dressed up? Chandelier, dangly, shiny. etc (Side note. Bohemian dress and big hair works, too. She had those moments.

Classic suited Kim: She usually doesn’t match her top to her bottom. A bold hat and blazer usually equals either a pitch black skirt or pants, with her.
Chillin/ Studyin Kim: She usually goes for fitted high wasted jeans (with a solid colored belt) or some colorful hammer/ harem pants. Shoes….???? She was all over the place. I’ve seen boots when she’s wearing flannel, heels when dressed up (but also flats?). Keep in mind that Kim was real, and typically dressed for how she felt that day. If she could stomach heels, she’d do it, but a lot of the time home girls was in flats. I believe in your discretion.

STEP 4: ACCESSORIES!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here is where you get creative and let people know you’re definitely Kim Reese:
-Print out a Hillman logo and secure it to a folder with some text books underneath.
-Apron! (wear over one of her casual outifts. Maybe write “the Pit” on it in creative lettering?

OR! You can dress as her in her sorority outfit or her medical school scrubs.

I’d love to see pictures if this post inspires your costume tomorrow.
Or! you could go as Dwayne Wayne (click here for layout)