What she means:
Okay, but Allura never got to finish saying what the Blue Lion's qualities are? Why would she just skip over Lance?! Okay, yeah, he interrupted her, but what was she going to say? Will we ever know? Will the characters ever know? What if she was going to say something about how attached/close the blue paladin can get to people? What if it had something to do with Lance's insecurities? Maybe the blue paladin is supposed to be the confident one, so Allura felt like she didn't need to explain herself? I HONESTLY NEED TO KNOW LIKE IF THIS IS NOT ADDRESSED IN SEASON THREE I WILL RIOT because I need a scene where someone (preferably Keith because Ship™) asks Allura all casual, "oh yeah, what were you about to say?" and it ends up being this extremely deep thing that they all realize describes Lance perfectly and I just hate that Lance got completely glossed over about why he should pilot the blue lion and mAYBE IF ALLURA TOLD HIM WHY HE WAS PERFECT FOR THE ROLE HE WOULDN'T DOUBT HIMSELF SO MUCH. I think about this way too much. I am so distressed.
In one smooth motion, as if a wave passed over them, every candle in the ballroom goes out.
The light chat rises to panicked whispers in the darkness. I begin to choke on the smell of ash.
A sharp gasp rakes through the crowd as the tall candelabras at the top of the stairs erupt into columns of flame, illuminating the tall figure standing there.
They’re wrapped in flowing silk and sumptuous furs that shimmer like champagne in the firelight. Concealing their face is a goat mask. Its crimson eyes seem to glimmer.
The figure glides down the staircase, their very form seeming to flicker like a candle as they survey the crowd. A small laugh rises from them as their golden, clawed hand reaches to pull away their mask.
In the smoke-choked silence, Nadia’s wine glass shatters against the floor. She brings a trembling hand to her lips. Julian squeezes my hand, urging me to step back.
On the staircase, Count Lucio’s eyes blaze with amusement. His grin splits like a wound.
“Surprise, bitches.” he laughs, throwing out his arms. “i bET YOU THOUGHT YOU’‘D S EE N THE L AS T OF ME”
S O I havE SOM E HOPES ABOUT THE MASQUERADE CHAP T ER
oh god guys i’m laughing in the balmera you can literally watch lance coming up with the plan for keith to approach the sentries over the iron-like things in the ceiling. first something falls from above:
‘huh why would fall something fall from above? is there stuff in the ceiling that’s loose?’
‘no wait there are iron bars do they go all the way to the sentries-’
yknow i was talking to someone a week or so ago and he kept using the word “triggered” in reference to LoL/online gaming etc.
now, i’ve had this guy in class before and overall he seems like a pretty good kid so i was equal parts perplexed and irritated by his use of this. i told him he probably shouldn’t be using that word in that context, and he didn’t seem to be getting it and kept arguing back that he was using it correctly. eventually he got to the point where he pulled up the definition of it on urban dictionary and explained why he was using it
“yes,” i said, “that is the way it’s used in the gaming community, but the fact is that it’s a word used for a legitimate thing in psychology and people using it in that way has taken it away from those who need it to describe things that happen wrt, for example, PTSD. now people who are legitimately ‘triggered’ get treated like a joke.”
“oh,” he said. “I had no idea that’s where it came from.” and he more or less backed off after that
and ive been thinking a lot about that recently.
about how if i should just started out with, “hey i’d rather you not use this, and here’s why,” that conversation would have gone a lot smoother than just my flat out insistence and non-explanation of why he shouldn’t
because people grow up using words a certain way, or learn to use them from communities and may not even know how they affect other people around them.
like i definitely could have left the conversation and decided i didn’t want to deal with it, that would have been valid, but i really wanted to figure out why he was using it and see if i could get him to stop rather than immediately deciding he was just a shitty person and a lost cause
it’s usually best to start off a conversation by assuming the person is benevolently ignorant and go from there
You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
- “Saturn” by Sleeping At Last
“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”
Tears seeped through the fabric of Ryou’s shirt and slender fingers dug into his back with a force he’d never thought Keith possessed. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. No support he could’ve offered. He could only wrap his own arms around the smaller figure and hold him.
It had been two months. Two months since Keith fled the constricting walls of the Galaxy Garrison and vanished into the cold desert night. Two months and twenty-two days since Iverson’s spokesman announced the Kerberos mission was a failure. Two months and twenty-nine days since the comms of his brother’s ship went dead.
Noone knew where Keith went that night, except for Ryou. There was only one place in the world Keith would seek out for shelter. It was the only place Takashi had never shared with his twin. Because it was their place. Their shelter. Keith and Shiro. Only them. And Ryou had respected that, content with the fact that his brother had finally found love, even if Takashi himself hadn’t known that back then.
Now that Takashi was gone, he couldn’t help but venture out into the desert more and more often. He felt adrift and numb, left in a state of levitation before reality would finally come crashing in. Always looking for that special place that held so many memories of his brother. The shack.
Packed with supplies - food, water, wool blankets, lamp oil, a notable stock of lighters and all the little things Keith may or may not need by now - Ryou had steered his black hoverbike away from the Garrison this morning and straight into the unforgiving heat of the desert. Always looking for that one spot on the map that still held some of his brother’s very soul. That one damned spot that Ryou knew he should never seek out. For it held the only tangible evidence of his brother’s death. His absence at Keith’s side. And he knew this would break him.
When he finally found the shack, he knew Keith was there before he even saw him in person. The red hoverbike, parked right infront of the small porch, gave him away. Its black twin’s engine purred and finally went silent under Ryou. Before Kerberos, before everything went down the drain, the red bike had belonged to Takashi. A gift, Ryou had made for him. He still remembered the face Taka made when he’d seen his birthday present. Now that day seemed eons away… Surreal and alien like memories of a life that belonged to somebody else.
Keith opened the front door before Ryou could even make it to the porch. And for one moment it seemed like the world had come to a halt, remembering that there was something missing, before it started turning again with cold, regardless indifference. Feigning ignorance towards two now incomplete and broken beings. The universe had greater things to take care of.
Seeing Ryou - the spitting image of his lost brother - must’ve been the last straw. Keith hadn’t cried. Not when Ryou had called him after the ship went silent, not when the announcement came that all crew members were believed to be dead. Not even when he had left the base. He had punched people. He had seethed with rage and he had broken things, but never cried. Now however…
“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”
Now, after three months, shock and numbness, disbelief and repression finally faded… Keith cried.
And it broke Ryou…
So…. uh… this… this got out of hand? All I wanted was to express my headcanon that Ryou and Keith knew eachother from their time at the Garrison and that Ryou visited Keith after he got expelled. And that they both mourn Shiro together. But somehow I ended up writing way more than I had planned. xD Oh well…
The new trailer for s3 kinda left me adrift because WHAT THE FUCK. Why they keep doing this to me with every new season?! Where’s Shiro? Why’s he not in the trailer?! Why can’t we just… have him back and be save for once? Not knowing if my poor baby survives every new damn season has me stressing like fuck! So I felt like drawing Keith coping with losing Shiro. And then I ended up drawing this and feeling bad for poor Keith! Now I feel like I want to cry my eyes out…
Some things in the book that may point to Eddie being gay
A bunch of people sent me asks and messaged me asking to make a post about the scenes in the book that code Eddie as gay. Of course, there’s nothing in the book that straight up says “Eddie is gay,” but there are some things that may imply it:
- The most talked about thing is Eddie’s encounter with the leper. This scene in the book is a bit different than in the movie in that instead of just chasing Eddie looking super gross and disease ridden, the leper in the book offers to give Eddie a blowjob.
This, being Eddie’s biggest fear, can be interpreted in several ways. Of course, the most obvious is the leper itself represents Eddie’s fear of disease and dirtiness. He feels that if he touches it, he will instantly begin to rot from the inside out. However, the offerings of a blowjob at first for a dime and then for free not only shows Eddie’s fear of sex in general (with how much his mother likely repressed him sexually, but also instilled a fear of sex) but also of his fear of sex with men.
- At a point in the book, Eddie talks about how he suddenly began fearing going to church and celebrating communion. He says this fear began after a story that his Sunday School teacher told, but it definitely appears to reach much deeper than that.
He says that he feels “not worthy” and as though he’d be “damned to Hell” which he, seemingly, has no reason to feel that way. It seems as though he knows he’s doing something “wrong” in the eyes of God.
- The very first thing we learn about Eddie when we’re introduced to him as an adult in the beginning of the novel is that he does not love his wife, and that she is nearly a carbon copy of his mother. It is made very clear that Eddie did not want to marry her, and that he only did so because he found the same comfort and safety in her that he found in his mother. This can easily be taken as him marrying a “beard” or a woman just to have a wife.
- In general, Eddie’s mother is very repressing and homophobic throughout the book. That seemed to be obvious, but I just thought I’d make that point clear. That definitely would have added to his internalized homophobia as a child.
- Eddie has many notable similarities and parallels to Adrian Mellon, one of the only openly gay characters in the book. They were both described as fragile, and suffered from asthma.
Another small thing to note between Adrian and Eddie is that they’re called the same nicknames Don Hagarty (Adrian’s boyfriend) and Richie respectively.
- Eddie only talks about having a “crush” on a girl once, and when he described why he liked her he only described her physical appearance. This is typical for gay kids, who want to seem as though they are attracted to the opposite sex but can only describe why they like them in the most obvious senses: the way they look.
- There are some weird sexual innuendo scenes between Richie and Eddie that King decided to put in for whatever reason. I made a post about it. Oh, and while we’re here, here’s my post about scenes with Richie and Eddie in book if you’re interested.
- I don’t know if this would count as something pointing to Eddie being gay, but I wanted to include it anyways. During the sewer sex scene with Bev, Eddie is very much not consenting and seems very not okay with the whole thing. Here’s my post about this that I made a while back and want more people to notice.
- In the miniseries and throughout the whole book, he’s often called a girly boy, a queer boy, a fag, etc.
- Finally, Stephen King gave Eddie characteristics that are often stereotyped with gay men. He’s small, fragile, feminine, clean, and easily frightened. As always, I’m not saying gay men have these characteristics, they’re just characteristics that people stereotype gay men to have, including the other gay men that King wrote in this book and in others.
Sorry this post is so long. I wanted to make sure I could add quotes and references to as many of these as I could to back up my claims. Please feel free to add anything else from the books/miniseries/movie/etc. that you think show this as well!
Steve glances up over his book at
the sound of you entering the room. He
smiles. “Hey, doll.”
You stop dead. “You have got to be kidding me,” you mutter,
taking him in. He’s lounging back on the
bed in nothing but a pair of low riding sweats.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was still growing out his
beard. And—God help you—he was wearing
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: boyfriend!jungkook , smut, comedy, fluff Warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, panty fetish, creampie, graveyard sex, mention of past emo Jungkook lmao Word Count: 8k+ Summary: cryptid hunting with your boyfriend doesn’t go quite as planned…
“Phone, phone, where the CATS is my phone?” Adrien hissed to himself as he rummaged through his gym bag. Fencing had just let out and he needed to call Nathalie to let her know where he was—given how often he’d been disappearing lately, he wasn’t entirely surprised at how paranoid she’d become. But his phone was missing. Had he dropped it somewhere? Ugh, she was going to kill him.
“Looking for this?” said a familiar voice from behind him.
Adrien turned, and there—to his immense surprise—stood Alya Cesaire, dangling his phone precariously between two fingers.
He snatched it from her hand before she could drop it. “Merci a Dieu,” he breathed. “Where did you find it?”
Alya stared at him, then began to laugh. “FIND it?” she giggled. “You seriously still think you lost it?”
“What do you mean?”
Alya tossed her hair over her shoulder. “This is, like, the fourth time Marinette has left you an embarassing voicemail and had to steal your phone to delete it before you can hear it.”
Adrien nodded, sliding his phone into… wait, what?
She’d been leaving him voicemails?
Why would she be doing that? They weren’t that close, as far as he could tell. She was a friend, he supposed, but she barely acknowledged him, to the point of barely ever speaking to him even if she went out of her way to talk to everyone else in the class. Was she trying to prank him? If so, it was poorly executed, because he hadn’t noticed. And why keep stealing his phone? What was the point?
“What did the voicemail say?” he found himself asking.
Alya grinned and pointed at the phone. “You’ll just have to see for yourself, loverboy.”
“What do you mean? Didn’t you delete it?”
Alya shook her head. “Not this time,” she said. “Marinette was too busy screaming.”
Adrien raised an eyebrow. Screaming? What? Why would Marinette…
Oh. Oh no.
“So I’ve got a question for you…” Alya began, barely audible beneath the rushing pulse in Adrien’s ears. He opened his phone screen.
Oh, cats. Cat in a Camembert Trashcan.
“Why do you have Marinette’s number saved as ‘Princess’ on your phone?”
Me: I need to stop beginning new multi-chapter fanfics and focus on the ones I’m already writing
The dwarf who lives in my brain: Sounds like elf talk, my boy!
Imagine demon!Dean beating a guy up to death because he touched you and he got jealous.
“She’s pretty.” you said softly, trying to hold back the hint of bitterness and pain in your voice. Or jealousy for that matter. You couldn’t blame her, who knew with how many women Dean had been with ever since he became a demon.
“And probably his type. But it shouldn’t bother you now, should it chipmunk?” Crowley raised an eyebrow as the both of you didn’t take your eyes off of the demon playing darts as the blonde waitress gave him another drink with a rather flirtysmile might you say.
“Not now, not ever.” Crowley finally turned to look at you “You are not his girlfriend, (Y/n). Never been, yet you are bothered so much by this. I wonder why.”
You scoffed, turning to glare at him “As if you don’t know. Dean is probably the most oblivious man in the world but you never were Crowley. Why would you use this stupid nickname on me if you didn’t?”
“Guilty.” he flashed you a smile, downing his drink “But he’s no longer the man that you remember, love.”
“Right, so that’s why you wanted me here?” you scoffed “And don’t you dare deny it to me Crowley. You didn’t even blink in surprise when you saw me. You’re letting yourself get caught and sooner or later Sam will come walking in as well.”
“I must admit- the only thing that did surprise me was the fact that moose didn’t come in right after you.” he shrugged “But probably- it’s time to finally put him on track-” he looked at Dean “And make him realize how little he is leaving for just how much.”
“Hell? Oh wow, yes Crowley that really is everyone’s dream kingdom.”
“It is one, nonetheless.” he winked at you and before you could say a thing he had vanished right in front of your eyes. You scoffed at him but didn’t have the chance to question him when you turned your head and your eyes locked with his green ones. And just like always they made your heart skip a beat. Because maybe you were always friends but your love for him was undying.
You held your breath as he set his glass down and raised an eyebrow at you. He said nothing to the rest of them men he was playing with and casually strode towards you “(Y/n)” his voice was as rough but a lot more cold “Fancy seeing you here.” and the smirk on his face made it all worse.
“Is it?” you asked in a low voice and his smile dropped.
“What do you want here?” he asked serious.
“Oh so Crowley didn’t tell you?” you scoffed a laugh “He knew I was on your tracks with Sam, he should be here very soon. I managed to get a lead and thought if I could convince you to come back without him having to hurt himself but… I don’t think there is a point in trying.”
“I told you to stay away.” he shrugged casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets “Not my fault you don’t listen.
“You told Sam to let you go, not me. And I thought there was a chance here but- I was wrong obviously. I’m curious how you didn’t see this coming, or even more that Crowley didn’t speak to you about his plans. Whatever those may be. What happened? Don’t you guys tell everything? Oh no, don’t Dean, secrets are bad, they ruin relationships. We know it better than anyone.” you went from sarcastic to completely serious.
He scoffed, putting on a smirk on his face and rolling his eyes “Don’t care what his game is, I am not his toy. I have my own plans and I’m glad that… he made it easier for me.” he looked
“What do you mean?” you frowned when you noticed the predatory smile on his face “Made it easier by letting me find you?”
“I’ll let you know soon, now follow me and let’s out of here. You’re drawing too much fucking attention with those shorts.” he took hold of your arm, dragging you up as he glared at a few men behind you that had been sneaking looks at you.
“Like hell.” you hissed, snatching your arm from his “Why does it even matter to you? Especially now, I am nothing to you. So what if they look? I am free, Dean, hell they can even touch as much as they want to.” you said angrily.
His eyes darkened as he looked “Let’s go. Now.” he said in a low almost growl but you weren’t having any of it.
“Why?” you scoffed a laugh “So that you can kill me now? Or so that she doesn’t see us talking?” you motioned with your head to the blonde that already had her eyes on you. You tried so hard not to show how much this was hurting you.
“She has nothing to do with this. Come on.” he tugged, holding your hand again.
“Right, of course she doesn’t.” you scoffed “With how many have you been exactly all these months?”
“You’d want to know, wouldn’t you?” a satisfied smirk was on his face.
You didn’t have the chance to speak though because another voice spoke up “Is everything alright?” it was a guy you had seen checking you out ever since you came in.
“Yes, everything’s fine actually. My friend here was just leaving.” you gave Dean a look “How about you buy me a drink and we can talk?” you gave him a smile that made his grin widen.
“Yes, of course sweet cheeks.” he wrapped an arm around your waist.
“You’re gonna lose that hand buddy.” Dean growled, and you both stopped before you could leave.
“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow “Did you just threaten me?”
“No, I was giving you a friendly warning.” Dean shrugged with a casual smile.
“Yeah, right.” he scoffed, arm tightening on your waist just to mock the demon and for a second you got scared when Dean’s smile completely fell.
“But you obviously don’t listen very well.” he scoffed and before you could realize it he had grabbed the man by the collarof his shirt and pinned him against a pillar.
“And now- you get to see what I mean when I say that you shouldn’t have done that.” and even if you expected it you jumped when he threw a powerful punch at the man. And the another, and another and another without letting him do a single move. You were almost scared for his life when you saw the mark on Dean’s arm burn that angry red as he kept hitting the guy, blood covering his fist and groans and moans of pain filling the bar along with hushed whispers from other customers.
“Fucking asshole, think you could ever have a piece of that?” he scoffed a laugh, punching more “In your dreams!” another punch “She’s too pure and perfect for a bloody jackass like you. You would never stand a fucking chance.” he growled, punching him more.
You could barely make out any of the things he said after that as the sounds were too much to handle. People shouting, some cheering and encouraging him to keep going. And then you heard her.
“Dean, stop!” she screamed but he didn’t listen to her, as he kept punching with groans himself “Stop! You’re gonna kill him!” she screamed but it didn’t seem to have a single effect on him at the moment.
“Would serve him fucking right.” Dean growled, grabbing his bloody face and making the guy look at you “Do you see that? Do you see her?” he said through gritted teeth “She’s great isn’t she? And you’d really want a piece of her tonight but that would be it. You had some gruesome thoughts for her after that though, didn’t you?” he turned his head to look at Dean “Didn’t you?” he roared and he gave him a weak nod.
“Just like I thought.” Dean smirked “For the first, I’d really just break your hand and maybe face. But for this-” he looked at him darkly and your breath got caught in your throat. If he killed him right there in front of so many people he’d draw all the wrong attention.
“Dean!” you screamed “No, no don’t!” you exclaimed and as surprising as it was for everyone, it caught his attention and he glanced at you over your shoulder. You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head in fear.
“Seems like your lucky day, bastard.” he growled “You’re very damn lucky that she can have this effect on me because trust me your death… it would have not been easy. And she would never give you a single glance because you know why?” he smirked in an almost sinister way “Oh you know why.” he laughed, pushing him to the side and he fell on the floor. He looked down at him for a second, smirking before with a roll of his eyes he turned around and looked at the rest of the customers.
He didn’t say a think, he only scoffed at them and walked towards you.
“D” you found yourself whispering as you stared at him with wide eyes “You would have-”
“I should have.” he growled “Hope you fucking understand I am not playing games here, (Y/n).” he grabbed your jaw with one hand and your heart leapt to your throat when he brought his face closer to yours, your lips only an inch away. You knew what he wanted to do but he stopped himself, looking from your lips up to your eyes. He smiled slightly, running his thumb over your lower lip.
“You are mine, and I’ll make sure everybody knows it from now on.” he said in a low rough voice and you frowned. You knew in what way he meant it, you were no fool with what he had almost done but it still confused you. You were always friends and on top of that even if he didn’t care at the moment as a demon… what really held him back from forcing a kiss out of you? IT felt as if for a moment you saw your own Dean flash through his eyes.
“Only. Mine.” he said in a husky voice in your ear and you felt shivers run down your spine when his teeth grazed over it “I’ll wait in the car.” he added and let go of you, almost leaving you to try to recover from the shock.
But you only had another one coming once he’d left and the waitress spoke to you “You are (Y/n)?”
“Why-” your voice was hoarse as you looked at her “You know me?” and the look on her face only said yes, making you realize there was only person that could have spoken about you to her.
Steve/Bucky whoops drunk texted the BFF you’re into him trope
Bucky: Sometimes I look at you and want you so
badly I forget
Bucky: I forget that we’ve been friends for
over a decade
Bucky: I forget why it’s a bad idea
Bucky: All I think about is touching you and
how you’d taste and that we’re probably perfect for each other
Bucky: I forget to forget
Bucky woke up to the
sun shining in through a crack in his closed curtains and hitting his eyes dead
on. He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes, and rolled over so his
face was smooshed into his pillow. His mouth was dry and tasted like
fermented things, and his head hurt from drinking too much the night before.
He tried to focus on
when he’d finally left the bar and wandered home, but all he could remember was
the string of texts he’d sent Steve and he ended up pushing himself up into a
sitting position so fast he experienced a dizzy moment of vertigo.
He might puke and not
from the hangover.
His phone was plugged
into the charger right where he always left it, looking innocuous and not like
it had betrayed the secret he’d managed to keep for the last five years.
Tentatively he reached out and picked it up, pressing the button to turn
on the lockscreen.
Well, Bucky thought,
maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Maybe he hadn’t sent everything he
thought he sent. Steve was likely to all-caps WHAT to Bucky for half of
his drunk texts, mostly because Bucky got philosophical and started quoting
obscure Aristotelian theories to him. Bucky liked to joke he was smarter
while drunk while Steve rolled his eyes and told him that maybe if he stopped
underrepresenting his own intelligence all the time it wouldn’t seem that way.
Well, Bucky thought a little hysterically
as he stared at the chain of texts he’d sent Steve the night before, where
was all that intelligence now?
Fuck. He was so
He closed his eyes
for a moment and tried not to think about his whole world caving in.
It was somehow worse
that Steve had sent WHAT more than half an hour before and then hadn’t followed
it up with anything. Somehow, Bucky had almost expected to wake up to a
confession in return, or at least something more definitive.
Fuck. He scrubbed his
hand over his face. This was the worst. Now he had to decide whether to
make the brave move again and he wasn’t drunk this time to make it seem
like a good idea.
He was just
considering the merits of haha yeah you’re hot :p but idk what I drank last
night to encourage thisVS.I meant every word when someone
unlocked the door to his apartment.
Bucky was holding his
phone and staring at his bedroom door with a wide-eyed sort of panic when Steve
burst into it.
“WHAT?” he said in
person, staring at Bucky and sweating a little like he’d run up all four
flights of stairs to Bucky’s apartment after speed-walking over.
Bucky stared at him
and then wordlessly held up his phone.
Steve stared back.
“Did you drunk
confess to me?” Steve asked, sounding a bit strangled.
“I’m not going to
sober confess it to you,” Bucky pointed out, wry and vaguely annoyed that Steve
came over for this conversation so he had to actually look at him. Steve
was way too polite and gentlemanly and well raised. He needed to get with the
generation who texted this type of shit like Bucky had, apparently.
not the type of thing you tell your best friend. Oh hey Steve so
sometimes I don’t think of you platonically, so now you’re going to feel weird
around me when we cuddle on the couch during movies and shift away from
“Try this: Oh hey
Bucky, maybe I wouldn’t shift away from them if I knew they existed!”
yelled back, looking way too smug and vindicated for this moment. What an
“I… what?” Bucky
repeated. He stared at Steve silently for a few moments. The moment was
ladened. “Are we going to make out now?”
“It smells like beer
sweats and regret in here,” Steve pointed out, wrinkling his nose. “I’m
going to go home and get ready for work and you’re going back to sleep.
Then you’re going to shower and come over for a movie tonight.”
“Bring your potential
boners,” Steve said as a parting shot as he walked out of the bedroom.