you just can't sit with us

First-Meeting Sentence Starters
  • Several different scenarios that can be combined or modified for your pleasure:
  • "Uh, hi there."
  • "I was here first. Go to the back of the line!"
  • "Excuse me, is there any way you could let me go before you? I'm in a hurry."
  • "Service here is TERRIBLE today!"
  • "Is this seat taken?"
  • "Do you have a moment to talk?"
  • "Hi, listen, there's someone following me, and I'm paranoid so can you talk to me for a few minutes to make it look like I'm not alone?"
  • "Here, take this and run with me. I'll explain later!"
  • "Do you have some cash? This vending machine just ate the last of mine..."
  • "Hey, were you going to use this machine next? It gave me a free bag of chips, and I don't need to eat that many!"
  • "Do you work here?"
  • "Look, I'm not an employee, but the ____ are right over there."
  • "Hey, is this yours? It was by your feet."
  • "Are you from ____ or ____?"
  • "Hello, ____."
  • "I swear I've seen you on TV."
  • "Yes, I'm ____, and I can take a picture with you if you want."
  • "Oh my gosh, can I pet your dog?!"
  • "Sorry, there was a hair hanging off of your sleeve, and it was bothering me."
  • "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you!"
  • "Wait a minute! I think they mixed up our orders."
  • "Ugh, this isn't my food. Did anyone here order a ____?"
  • "You look so cold. Do you want to borrow my jacket?"
  • "H-Hey, I'm freezing. Is there any way I can s-stand close to you and maybe get warmer?"
  • "You poor thing, you look like you're cooking! Here, take a bottle of water."
  • "It's so hot I think I might pass out. Can you help me?"
  • "Are you okay?"
  • "Oh, good, you're awake. What happened to you?"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "Get in! You're in danger!"
  • "Please, let me ride with you. There's someone after me!"
  • "Grab the spare helmet and jump on."
  • "Are you playing ____?"
  • "Hey, do you want to trade friend codes?"
  • "Hi, my date just stood me up, so now I have a free ticket."
  • "I'd love to take that free spot as long as you don't mind sitting next to me."
  • "Have you seen a lost child around here?"
  • "I found this child, and by the look on your face, I think they're yours."
  • "That coat isn't real fur, is it?"
  • "If you can't tell the difference between real animal pelt and fake, you shouldn't be harassing people on the street."
  • "Are we locked in here?"
  • "Can I use your phone?"
  • "Here, take my phone. No questions asked."
  • "What's cookin' good lookin'?"
  • "If you're trying to flirt with me, you may want to try again."
the signs as people from my university
  • Aries: That girl who loves partying and socializing with people, she's a fangirl of so many buffed-up singers and she's so pretty. She's kinda judgmental and she's homophobic but she follows so many gay people and likes their posts and nobody in my generation really understands why. She can be really impulsive sometimes and she hates classes but she's a good friend and a funny person
  • Taurus: That girl who is always late, she has social anxiety and she's silent af. Grades are not her forte'. She tries to socialize very hard and everyone is annoyed by the fact that she tries to discuss things that she really doesn't know shit about. She is afraid of some professors, she is christian af and she is kinda lost, but she's a good girl who believes in the supernatural and she always invites us to coffee at her place
  • Gemini: The girl who loves spending time with people, she always loves to discuss about every topic, she knows so much about many things, she's doing great with her grades and she's among the top 5 students in the entire generation. Also, she has PERFECT, sonorous American accent and everybody loves it. She always initiates coffee gatherings but nobody really comes because she's not that much of a leader and her voice is so soft so nobody could really hear when she's talking. She's also a passionate gamer AND in the same time she finds time to maintain her grades and social life
  • Cancer: That (jock) guy who's the tallest one, he's blonde, buffed-up and he's the definition of a straight white boy. He's childish as fuck and he can become very boring sometimes. Once, my colleagues have shooed him out of the cafeteria because he was bothering them. He also tells so many stupid dad-jokes and laughs at his own jokes, flirts with some professors, has been single since forever (not that he's ugly - he's average looking but he's so much boring sometimes because he doesn't have any real friends and he gets excited about people so he doesn't know WHEN to stop). He literally flirts with every single female human being that he can find and he pushes them all away because he's pushy af. He's also introverted and doesn't really know his way with girls
  • Leo: That girl who's one of the top students in the generation. She's always smiling, she has the best grades, she always tries to present this "perfect" image of herself. She is very intelligent and she loves reading, she gets drunk like every second day but that doesn't stop her from maintaining her perfect grades. She's very successful and she's a good leader, she knows all the fresh gossip and she always sits in the first row with her best university friend. In fact, she and her best uni friend are hated by everyone because they're just so successful and everyone's jealous of them. She also secretly hates everybody and gossips with her best uni friend. She and her friend have tons of screenshots ready to blackmail people if anyone says anything against them lmao. But everyone (every zodiac sign) in this generation pretends we like each other so...
  • Virgo: That professor who's VERY detail-oriented and she's a big perfectionist but she can't fix her awful handwriting. She's very successful and she has TONS of potential, she literally KNOWS EVERYTHING about her subjects but sometimes she can really drain us physically and emotionally. She gives us tons of assignments and homework and she always gives us lectures on the most difficult courses. Jfc she behaves like we study in Cambridge / Oxford. But don't get me wrong, she's NOT a bad person. She's actually a VERY good person and at the end of each semester she buys us coffee and tea, she talks with us about our experience with the course and she just wants us to learn some things that we should learn, that's why we perceive her as "difficult" and "problematic"
  • Libra: That girl who loves hugging, has great communication skills and is a social justice warrior. She thinks that she's everyone's friend and she always tries to criticize everyone's opinion, thinking that she'll seem and sound more intelligent. She also listens to rock and metal, she loves children and she smokes a lot, she's very sensitive and she's very friendly. Once, on the Facebook group of the university, she tried to accuse Pisces of something he didn't do and he literally ruined her in front of all those people, that was one of her biggest mistakes she's ever done in uni because she didn't know that that guy can be pretty evil when someone tries to insult/hurt him. The next day in uni she was on the verge of a mental breakdown because that guy really hurt her with his words, making her look stupid and pretentious, and everybody stopped talking to that guy for like, a month or two
  • Scorpio: That girl who's late in class 90% of the time, and those 10% she's not present in class. She is very quiet and she doesn't show particular interest in anything. She doesn't have a taste in fashion and style, unlike most Scorpios that I know. She just wants to go home all the time and nobody knows what she's doing in her life, she's so mysterious and she's not a good teamworker because she doesn't really care about her grades
  • Sagittarius: That girl who can't stop talking and she's always arguing with someone but we all love her. She's very communicative but she's insecure at the same time. She has tons of likes on Facebook and Instagram. She's a VERY open-minded girl, she hates racism, homophobes, nazi scum and racists. She's a really good friend with Leo and Pisces but Capricorn is her bff and her roommate. She has an excellent taste in fashion, style and music and she has S_L_A_Y_I_N_G eyebrows. I think that she's bi/lesbian but maybe she's closeted. She always hugs Capricorn and gets beaten by Capricorn because Capricorn can't stand people touching her
  • Capricorn: That girl who loves vintage notebooks, loves taking studyblr photos and uploads them on tubmlr and Instagram, she loves journeys and we haven't heard her talking for THREE GODDAMN YEARS. She is very antisocial and introverted but she has excellent taste for art, film, music and she's like 24/7 on her phone because it's obvious that she can't stand most of us but she's always sweet and supportive when someone approaches her. Sometimes she doesn't want to talk and she just smiles as a response. She's Sagittarius' best friend and roommate and they've became really close friends. She also loves journeys and she's a daydreamer but she's very intelligent. Her grades are not that good, she's not an attention whore and she tries to be "invisible" but she simply can't
  • Aquarius: That guy with his cockney accent who has insane memory and loves football. He's actually a loner, he's a bit creepy and weird, le loves britpop and indie nd he was one of the best students in the first two years of uni but his grades dropped. He's like, very secretive and he can be pretty arrogant and you just can't sit next to him because he's telling jokes all the time which takes your attention away. He is a loner and once he publicly told us that he used to have cyber sex with his girlfriend because she lived in another country and they've never met in real life (I mean, who tells such things omg Aqua get your shit together). He tries to insult people and he tries to be sarcastic but he can only be sarcastic with the stupid ones. He also thinks that he's a know-it-all and that he's the most intelligent person in the world. He can be really judgmental sometimes and he pushes people away with that
  • Pisces: That guy who always sits in the first row with his best university friend and is one of the top students in the generation. He's also a model, nerd, gamer, works out and whatnot. He is sweet to everyone and talks to everyone but he can be very sassy at times. He was the one who had a verbal fight with Libra because Libra triggered him and he destroyed her verbally. He's really skinny and dreamy and he has a very deep voice and an excellent taste in fashion and style. His style is kinda dark and he's so aesthetic. He listens to some music that no other people in the world listen to but he also listens to some mainstream music. In fact, he listens to whatever he wants and he doesn't really think about what other people think about him. He tends to roll his eyes a lot and he cares about his physical beauty more than he cares about his love life. He's too egotistic and self-centered and he's extremely picky, which makes him single most of the time.
  • My Tolkien Professor: So what did you all think of Beorn?
  • Student: People are very hospitable to strangers in The Hobbit
  • Student: First the eagles, now this bear-man
  • Professor: I know right! Middle Earth is so charming!
  • Student: You wouldn't find that in the First Age
  • Student: Fëanor would just be like
  • Student: "You can't sit with us."
  • Student: "You're not even doomed."
Part 2 of Lachesism! Lance

Hey guys! Since everyone has been asking for a part 2 for my lachesism I decided to continue it (also you guys are too sweet seriously)! I hope you enjoy it :)

You can find that post here : Part One

You can check out some of my other mini fics here


There in the middle of the hangar, sat Lance surrounded by a hurricane of black that swirled faster with each passing second. His eyes were squeezed shut, not seeing the paladins, yet they all felt like he just knew. It was when he opened his eyes that all hell broke loose.

Lance’s eyes glowed a pale blue amidst the chaos of the black storm surrounding him. He almost seemed to stare at the team unseeingly, his eyes shining unnaturally. 

“Lance?” Shiro asked,”…What’s going on?” He didn’t reply, the only movement he made was the slow blink of his eyes. “Buddy, I need you to work with me ok? What is happening?” Shiro tried again, only to be greeted by silence. The team was beyond freaked out at this point, because where the Lance they knew? What was this, this thing in front of them?

“Lance you better knock it off! This isn’t funny man!” Hunk yelled, taking a step forward, “Let us help you!” 

Lance cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowing. “Blue is someone here?”

If the team thought they were freaked out before, then damn, they were terrified right now. Lance’s voice was creepy, it was as if someone layered his voice a thousand times, each one seeming farther away than the one before it. 

“Can he not hear us?” Pidge whispered, her voice sounding smaller than usual. 

“Blue can you please tell Lance that we’re here to help?” Shiro asked, but the Blue Lion was not listening. Her eyes were fixed on Lance and Lance alone, who was now slowly standing up, the storm around him condensing to two black orbs that sat in each of his hands. 

“Whoever it is, can you please tell them to leave? I’ve almost got this part down! See,” Lance said, dispersing the two orbs into multiple orbs that circled his head,”I’m finally getting the hang of this thing!” The team stared at the menacing blackness that loomed over Lance, who seemed unaffected by the eerie energy it was giving off. 

“That’s it, the show is over,” Keith growled, stomping over to Lance determinedly.

“Keith no! We don’t know what’s going on!” Shiro shouted, reaching out for Keith, only to just miss him. He could only watch as Keith made his way to Lance and grabbed his arm. 

The movement above Lance’s head stopped as he turned to face Keith, his eyes still glowing that pale blue. 

“Snap out of it Lance! You need to tell us what’s going on!” Keith shouted, gripping Lance’s arm tighter. 

“Keith? W-what are you doing here?” Lance stuttered, his eyes going wide and his breath beginning to stiffen. “Blue? Why is he here?” He began to shake, the black orbs above him started to reform into a storm. “Y-you need to let go of me Keith. Y-you n-n-need to let go of me r-right now.”

“Like hell I am!” Keith yelled, “You need to let us help you Lance!”

He didn’t seem to be listening, his eyes gaining that unnatural glow to them once again. The hand touching Lance’s arm began to burn, causing Keith to let go briefly. The effect was already beginning, however, despite Keith letting go. Big fat tears welled up in his eyes and hole seemed to form in his chest, this aching feeling setting root within him. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m sorry Keith, I-I didn’t mean to give that to you, let me help ok? Let me just-” And just like that, the feeling was gone, contentment taking its place. Keith could only stare at Lance with his mouth open in shock. The glow began to dim from his eyes, returning them back to normal and the darkness practically vanished in moments. 

“How the hell did you just do that?!”

“Umm… what do you mean?” Lance asked, playing with his fingers. 

“What do I mean? How about the whole, my-emotions-just-went-from-fucking-depressed-to-sunshine-and-rainbows in two seconds??” Keith shouted, causing Lance to shrink into himself even more. 

“Um.. well you see-”

“Hold up, wait just a moment. What just happened. Like right now, in this moment, what is going on?? Because there was a huge storm above your head like a minute ago and now its gone??? You had glowing blue eyes and did something to Keith?? What is happenning?????” Hunk interrupted, stepping in between Lance and Keith. 

“Uhhh, well-”

“What the fucK?? Don’t give me that look Shiro, because I just watched some freaky shit happen. How did you even do that? When did you even start doing that? Could you always do that? What even is that? What-” Pidge rambled, gesturing around her as Lance refused to meet any of their eyes. 

“All right, how about we all give Lance some space ok? Let’s all go to the lounge and talk about this peacefully, alright?” Shiro intervened, going to place a hand on Lance’s shoulder before hesitating. “We’re going to need you to tell us what’s going on, ok Lance?”

Lance continued to stare at the floor, simply nodding before leaving the hangar. 


Lance was in a state a shock at the moment. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was, what idiot lets their biggest secret get discovered that easily? He barely even put up a fight and now here he was, sitting in the lounge, about to explain to the team how much of a screw up he was. He let out a sigh and stared at the empty couches in front of him. Maybe he could just take their anger away so they wouldn’t kick him off the team?

No, that would just prove he’s more pathetic than he already was. For once, Lance wished he couldn’t feel, that all these dark emotions would disappear like he had done for others in the past. 

“Lance can you explain to all of us what happened in the hangar?”

Explain? 

“Well umm… I was practicing,” Lance said, twiddling his fingers nervously.

“Practicing?” Allura questioned.

“Yeah I was practicing my…powers. Trying to make them stronger I guess.” He refused to meet anyones’ eyes, choosing to stare at his fingers instead.

“And what are these powers?” Shiro probed, leaning forward a bit,”What are you able to do?”

“I can, I can… control emotions. Not like that! Like I can take away emotions and kinda harvest them I guess? And replace the emotions I took away with different ones,” Lance clenched his fist, forcing himself to explain further to avoid having to look at his teamates, his friends. “I was trying to put them into a physical state, so I could use them in combat and just to get them out of me. I’ve never tested one of the orbs on someone, but I know if you were to touch one you’d feel all the emotion pent up in there.” He created a small one, reaching inside of himself for that energy that was always there, ignoring the slight gasp that came from Allura. Lance shrugged half-heartedly, “It’s something I’ve been able to do since I was fifteen.”

“Have you ever…took some of our emotions?” Hunk asked quietly, placing a gentle hand on Lance’s shoulder. 

“I uh…yes. I just, I couldn’t stand knowing you guys were upset and that I could do something about it. Everyday I could feel your emotions and I just felt so, so guilty that I wasn’t doing what I could to help!” Lance spit out bitterly, rubbing a hand through this hair. 

“Lance… you shouldn’t have done that. Those were our emotions and you shouldn’t just take them from us without even telling us!” Keith yelled, standing up, “You had no right to make that decision!”

Lance looked up at them all, his eyes beginning to glow once again. “What did you want me to do? J-just sit there and let you feel that pain, watch as it festered and boiled inside of you? How could I do that to a person, to my friends?” Lance clenched his fists, his eyes slowly turning to that pale blue color. “Why can’t you just let me feel useful for once?”


Part Three

SEVENTEEN as things I have heard in the band hall
  • Seungcheol: Hey I have only used cork grease as chapstick in dire situations
  • Jeonghan: Ugh those color guard uniforms look like the 80's just vomited on a turkey
  • Joshua: Band camp is basically bible camp, right?
  • Vernon: If I put a match is a flute and blow, would I have a liable weapon?
  • Minghao: I locked a kid in a trombone locker, does that count as hazing?
  • Jun: lmao dude look the "bass clarinet" music says "ass clarinet"
  • Woozi: Who took my phonebook? I need to sit on them so I can reach the tuba mouthpiece
  • Seungkwan: *plays an octave above the rest of the clarinets just so he has a 'solo' during grand nationals*
  • Dino: The bassoon sounds like a giant mosquito but I think I like it
  • Hoshi: Oml you can't touch my flags I spent 5 hours sewing it together just for this freaking show
  • Seokmin: I'm not better than you, I just play the trumpet
  • Wonwoo: Is it possible to strangle yourself using a tambourine?
  • Mingyu: I swear to god if you empty your spit valve near my chair OnE MoRe TiMe
Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanfiction: Chapter 2)

Here is Chapter 2! I haven’t started on Chapter 3 yet but I promise it is on the way! I’m SO SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER THE LAST TIME. Hopefully the ending to this chapter isn’t as bad? Maybe! Anyway! Enjoy!

Want to read the first chapter? Here you go!

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/156859812181/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficiton

CHAPTER 3 IS HERE: 

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157047198811/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-3

SO IS CHAPTER 4:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157157013206/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-4

AND CHAPTER 5:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157254073496/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-5

AND CHAPTER 6:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157296304031/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-6

AND CHAPTER 7!

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157378879001/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-7

CHAPTER 8:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157547824756/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-8

CHAPTER 9:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157710839871/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-9

CHAPTER 10:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157841715481/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficition-chapter-10

Lance is left behind on the Galra ship with Prince Lotor as his personal torturer. Lance isn’t holding up well and the rest of the team have to act fast if they want to save him in time. 

Chapter 2: Well, What the Hell.

It had been a long time. Or it felt like a long time. But the steel that had covered Lance’s emotions was still there even though he was sure that his body could take no more.

Prince Lotor visited Lance often. He shoved tiny metallic needles into every place he could think of. The needles had long thin tubes attached to them. They could send electricity or drugs through them into Lance. Both were extremely painful but between the two, Lance would take electricity any day. Sure it messed up his body but the drugs, they were worse. Lance would be seizing in pain for hours unable to think, hear, and barely able to breathe. It felt like someone was pushing on his chest, stabbing every part of his body while burning it at the same time. After every session Lotor would ask him questions which Lance either answered with snide remarks or nothing at all. But Lance’s lack of cooperation made Lotor even more excited.

Lance had learned this: Prince Lotor is nothing like his father. Sure Zarkon was scary but he wasn’t very patient. He would rather fight head on than take the time to plan every detail. But Lotor, Lotor could wait and that was even more frightening. He was methodical and manipulative. Crazy and smart. In some ways he was definitely worse than Zarkon ever was.

Lance was aware that his body was getting worse, the cut on his head also come with a sizable bump which throbbed like a never ending drum beat on his skull. The vision in his left eye was completely gone now although he was getting used to it. His back hurt and itched all the time. The skin on his back was rough from the burns and every small twitch was agony. His hands and arms were littered with small deep cuts from the needles. Some were healing while others were new, blood dripping onto the floor. He couldn’t feel his legs anymore. He was in a constant state of pain and numb but it didn’t bother him much anymore. The pain kept him awake and aware. If he was getting out of this, and that’s a big if, then he’d bring back with information of his own.

Lance had gathered this about Lotor:

 1. He was Zarkon’s son that Zarkon didn’t like very much

2. He was on his way to meeting the witch druid lady after Voltron beat Zarkon’s ass in that last fight

3. He had a harem of aliens 

4. He was really creepily obsessed with Allura.

 Lance himself was obsessed with Allura cause she’s beautiful but not like this guy. If he got out of this he was going to apologize from every flirty thing he ever said to her.

But right now he was more concerned about the Lotor in front of him. The weird thing was that Lance was pretty sure he was hallucinating or dreaming. Lance couldn’t really tell which, if there was even a difference.

“Your team abandoned you. They’re never coming back.” Lotor said.

Lance shook his head, it throbbed painfully but the pain kept him awake. It kept him sane.

“Why would they? You’re just the jokester. The comic relief. You don’t have a special skill. You’re nothing to them! You’ve said it before! Shiro is the leader. Keith is his favorite and the best pilot of his generation! Compared to him you’re nothing but a cheap replacement for him, for Shiro’s favorite pet! Hunk is a genius and a kind soul. He deserves a better friend than you. And Pidge? She’s the smartest person, a genius beyond her age! Allura is the princess and the only one who can control the castle. Coran is the only one who can take care of the castle, he’s smart and kind. They all have their thing. They all have a purpose. But you don’t. You’re worthless.” Lotor spat at him, enraged.

Slowly his face began to change. Lotor quickly faded away and was being replaced by someone else. Himself. Lance was staring at himself. He was going crazy. The hallucination shouted at him, continuing to yell all the thoughts that Lance had kept under check. That Lance had tried to conceal.

WHY DO YOU EVEN BOTHER TRYING TO PROTECT THEM?! They haven’t done anything for you! They tell you to SHUT UP, to FOCUS, they don’t WANT you! They don’t even NEED YOU! GIVE IN! YOU WOULD BE BETTER OFF DEAD!!

Lance tried to shut him out. But how many times had he stared at his own face. How many times had his own face yelled his worse fears? I guess this is a new way to look at the phrase beating yourself up, Lance let out a small laugh. Then the laugh grew louder. And the worst part was it that he couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying. But he said nothing back. He just laughed and laughed as tears streamed down his face.



Keith was pissed. It had been one week and three days since they left Lance behind on a galra ship where they were doing god-knows-what to him right now. Keith had never NOT liked Lance, in fact he’d say they were friends, although he knew Lance wouldn’t say the same.

Keith had been concerned for weeks before they left Lance behind. Maybe months. Ever since the wormhole gone wrong when the lions were split up. Lance had become quieter, didn’t say as much, and didn’t joke as must. He lashed out at Shiro during the mission where Keith learned about his past and being part galra. But afterwards when he confessed to the group Lance was the first person to tell him it was fine, the first one to say anything.

“Yeah so what?” Lance said, standing up from the table.

Keith was shocked, honestly with the way things had been going between the two of them he expected something else.

What? This is serious! I’m part Galra, like the species that ruined the whole universe.” Keith practically shouted.

Lance looked unfazed.

“Well yeah but you’re still Keith, you have been the entire time. It’s not like you’re any different then you were before. You’re still the best pilot with a stupid ass mullet. It’s just that you know more about yourself now. So like, congrats I guess.” Lance smiled.

He walked away from the table waved to the rest of the stunned faces around the table.

“I’m gonna take a swim, you guys have fun getting over your angst!” Lance shouted over his shoulder while he left the room entirely.

After that they were fine for the most part, Keith hadn’t thanked him though. He regretted that now. After that Shiro had gone missing. Keith was in shock he couldn’t think but Lance had grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face him directly.

“Keith, I know you don’t want to think about it right now but you’re the leader now. We need to focus. We’ll find Shiro, don’t worry too much.” He said. 

Yeah they had butt heads and thank god Keith didn’t need to be leader long, they found Shiro after three days, but Lance was still quiet and still not himself. Keith was worried. But he never said anything, never talked to him. They were always doing something else, after this mission I’ll talk to him, but something always came up. Always.

That’s what Keith most regretted. Or maybe it was the look on Lance’s face when he threw him and Pidge over the edge into the vent before the ship exploded. Lance’s face was expressionless, eyes hard and smile sad. He knew exactly what he was doing and Keith hated it. He was an idiot. Now he had to get him back.

It wasn’t like they were sitting around sulking this entire time but Allura had insisted that this time they needed help, allies that could help bring Lance back. They needed ships and plans. But it had been too long, it was taking too much time.

Keith barged into dining room where everyone was gathered discussing something that was related to the plan to get Lance back. Hunk was pale as he was these past several days, worry had etched wrinkles into his forehead that never went away. Pidge was concentrated on the details refusing to think of anything else so her mind didn’t wander to places that she’s rather not think about. Shiro had his full attention on Allura and Coran but he wore a frown that had not strayed from his face. They looked over at Keith, shocked as he slammed his hands on the table.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING?!” He shouted.

Everyone looked back shocked, Allura was staring at him looking a little scared, Shiro and Coran were stunned into silence, Pidge and Hunk looked concerned.

“What-what do you mea-?” Allura began before Keith slammed his hands back down on the table.

“I mean that Lance is on a Galra ship and has been for a week and three days suffering god-knows-what and the hands of some asshole and we are just sitting here coming up with plans!” Keith paused to release a breath before continuing hopefully sounding a bit calmer, “Why did you order us to fall back? Why did we abandon him? Why do we need allies to take down a small fleet when we have never had trouble doing that before?” Keith asked, he was practically pleading with her.

Now everyone was looking at Allura, even Coran looked at her with curiosity. Allura’s breath hitched a bit but she took another breath that went down a bit smoother. Keith didn’t like being so aggressive but he was pissed and needed to know.

Allura swallowed before she spoke.

“The reason that we needed to leave is because I recognized the ship that was taking Lance. It was the ship belonging to Prince Lotor.” She said.

Coran gasped, finally understanding.

Pidge spoke quickly, “Who the hell is Prince Lotor?”

“Pidge, language.” Shiro said softly.

She let out a huff. Muttering under her breath about Keith saying the words ‘asshole’ and ‘hell’ two seconds ago. Shiro ignored her.

Allura continued.

“Prince Lotor is Zarkon’s son, although I understand that they were not close. When Zarkon was the black paladin, he and my father were close. It was natural that the children of said men would play together. Lotor was a kind child at first. We rather liked playing together. But something changed in Lotor, he became disturbed as he got older.” She took a breath before continuing, “He would, torture creatures. He said he was playing with them but I knew what he was doing. One day he killed a child we were playing with. He claimed it to be an accident but we knew better.” She paused.

“Obviously Lotor was sent away from his father to a faraway planet that helped Galra who were too aggressive or that is what Zarkon claimed. That’s where Lotor stayed. I heard it only got worse from there. However Zarkon was also acting strangely and then he betrayed the paladins. I was told he began to change after his wife, Prince Lotor’s mother, died.” Allura finished.

“After we awoke from our 10,000 year sleep I tried to catch myself up on all I could. I learned about Zarkon as best I could and Lotor. He has become ruthless. Kidnapped species all over the galaxy to keep as glorified pets. Tortured prisoners, disobeyed every order Zarkon ever gave him, was given his own fleet which is known for not losing a single battle. In some galaxies Lotor is known as the planet killer. So that day we… left Lance I knew we couldn’t fight him, down one paladin and already under attack. So I ordered us to fall back. If we can get a few more allies to stand with us we can take him long enough to get Lance off that ship and back home.” Allura said looking into Keith’s eyes.

“I beg you, give me a few more days. We will save him and bring him home. I promise.” Allura looked each and every one of them in the eye making sure they knew exactly how serious she was. Keith’s only concern was if Lance could last that long.

ihearttoys  asked:

Hello Wil, Longtime fan. What advice do you have for someone that has lots of story ideas but can't seem to get them on the page?I get all these ideas and they bounce around in my head and I work out details of character and plot, but find myself at a loss for actually sitting down and typing them out in a productive manner. Thanks!

I bought a white board, and I wrote all the ideas I had on it, one line at a time. Some of them had log lines, some had elevator pitches, others were just titles or images I wanted to use someday.

I looked at those ideas all the time, while I worked on other stuff, and let my brain decide which one it wanted to get into first. 

There is nothing better than finishing one of my ideas, and then erasing it from the board. It’s such a great feeling of accomplishment, it’s supremely motivating.

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Halsey lyrics // aesthetic things

catch my hopeless romantic ass zoning out and fantasizing about being domestic with the love of my life sitting on the floor of our apartment eating take-out  in our underwear

anonymous asked:

Pk, I wasn't originally planning on sharing this story because it felt so special to me, but here we go: my friend and I recently visited Scandinavia and one stop obvs was Oslo. So we're there for 3 days and on our second day we're in this park whose name I just can't recall like I've been trying so hard it's driving me insane, but anyway. We sit down on a bench and I hear someone laugh and I turn my head and like 20m away from us is Henrik, sitting on the grass with friends. (1)

(2) and you can imagine how I felt, I was really baffled and intimidated and unsure what to do next as he was with his friends. So, I just tried to shake it off and me and my friend enjoyed the nice weather that day. But in my head I was obviously still thinking about Henrik fucking Holm sitting literally right beside me and I kind of tried to steal a few glances every now and then and my friend kept telling me that if we approach him carefully he surely wouldn’t mind us chatting with him.

(3) but I didn’t want to so I snapped at her (which I regret now). The , like 30 minutes later, I saw Henrik and his squad get up and they all literally walked our way and he seemed to be in a really good mood so I thought, fuck it, why not. So I got up and when he passed us I was like “excuse me, I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you looked familiar, do you happen to be Henrik Holm” and he like smiled really brightly as us (you know when his eyes do that crinkly thing? They did that)

(4) and he was like “yeah, that’s me, how are you” and so I proceeded to tell him how much I love his work and how talented he is and that his depiction of depression was so realistic and that his entire performance really hit the nail on the head and he was so….sweet and surprised almost? Like he looked really smitten, he was like “thank you, thank you, that’s always so nice to hear” and he obvs has heard it before but it still felt like it meant the world to him to hear it again?

(5) and so we talked a bit, he asked us where we’re from and how long we’re staying and what we’re planning on doing and he said we should come to his mum’s restaurant and we were like yeah maybe we will (we didn’t go there) and his friends were just waiting for us to finish up in the background they were so sweet and then as the conversation came to an end, HE was like “can I give you a hug?” which was very surreal and so we hugged and he like rubbed my back and squeezed my shoulder and stuff 

OH GOSH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! ❤❤❤ You got to talk to and hug THE sun! And I am in no way surprised how nice Henrik was because he’s a literal sweetheart. I was so happy reading this. I’m sure he gets smitten all the time people give him these compliments which he deserves. All of them! Literally all of them! Thank you!

2017 New Years Resolutions
  • Violin: Lock yourself in a practice room until a random passerby hears you begging to be let out. Have fewer distractions while in the practice room.
  • Viola: Continue to keep yourself composed every time someone mistakes your instrument for the other one. Maybe just learn to play a different instrument.
  • Cello: Become a more social and successful version of yourself. Also you need to floss more.
  • Bass: Invent a robot that carries the bass around for you. Wear more sunscreen.
  • Piccolo: continue the never-ending pursuit to not going deaf, and start going to the gym, which you might (will) get to busy to keep doing by February.
  • Flute: become first chair. If already first chair, beat down all the other flutes trying to become first chair. There can only be one.
  • Oboe: cry less, make more friends
  • Bassoon: practice more & work on crippling self image issues
  • Clarinet: Try not to murder that one guy in your section who doesn't have a clue what intonation or practicing is. Actually, maybe murder him.
  • Bass Clarinet: Do more with your life and become more involved in activities. You sit at home too much. If anxiety plagues you and you can't, go for more walks alone.
  • Saxophones: Eat healthi- oh look, pizza.
  • French Horn: Drink more water
  • Trumpet: *didn't have a resolution*
  • Trombone: Become a better musician, work on improving that one character flaw that keeps you awake at night.
  • Baritone/Euph: Try new things, don't start online dating.
  • Tuba: call your grandparents more, rediscover the will to live
  • Percussion: learn to tie a bowtie for realsies, instead of just using a clip on.

anonymous asked:

1/4 David was sat up in bed fully engrossed in his phone yet every once in while he noticed the sound of Gillian tossing and turning beside him. After some time, he felt a light tap on his shoulder and peeled his eyes away from his phone to see Gillian's big blue eyes staring up at him, “I can't sleep. Will you read to me?”, “Of course, what would you like me to read?”, “Whatever it is your reading on your phone." David looked to his phone, then back to Gillian and back to his phone again,

2/4 “You sure?”, “Yeah I just wanna hear your voice. It’s soothing.”, “Okay.” With that David took a minute to figure out where he had left off before he began reading out loud, “We make it to Chili’s with no further interruptions. Scully picks a booth behind the retaining wall, which is, incidentally, not the one the waiter wants us to sit in. That’s my Scully.” Gillian suddenly sat up in bed with a look of confusion on her face, "David what the hell are you reading?”, “Uhhh…”

¾ He knew Gillian would be surprised by his choice of a bedtime story but was hoping she would find it funny or cute and not completely strange and inappropriate. “It’s this really famous story in the x files community.”, “About a Chili’s?”, “Well I haven’t gotten to the best part, we…I mean… Mulder and Scully do it in the booth of the Chili’s.” Gillian laughed both at David’s slipup but also at hearing about where the story was headed, “Every time I think x files fans can’t surprise me..”

4/4 David was starting to feel ashamed and like he had made a terrible mistake, “It’s silly, I know.” Gillian turned to look David right in the eyes and she suddenly seemed incredibly intense and serious, “Silly? It sounds so hot, keep reading!”. And so, David continued.

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OMG! Why did you stop there? You need to send me the rest of it, you know that, right?

Explaining misophonia to teachers is the worst. Like, how do you say “I can’t sit next to this person because they breathe loudly” without sounding like
A) a special little snowflake, or
B) some kid that is getting REAL creative with their excuses to sit next to their best friends

  • Adult Steven: I wanted to tell you one story, uh, this is the story of the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, ok? It happened when I was 14 years old in Beach City where I grew up. I went to a place called Fish Stew Pizza with my gay rock mom Pearl. We walk in to the diner one day and they had a jukebox there, ok? And the jukebox was three plays for a dollar. So we put in seven dollars and selected twenty one plays of 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)'. And then we ordered and waited. Here’s the thing about when 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' plays over and over and over and over and over again; the second time it plays, your immediate thought is not “Hey someone’s playing 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' again.” It’s “Hey, 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' is a lot longer than I first thought.” The third time it plays you’re thinking “Maybe someone’s playing 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' again.” The fourth time it plays, you’re either thinking “Whoa, someone just played 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' four times.” Or at least “Someone played it twice and it’s a really long song.” So the fifth time is the kicker, alright? Now Pearl and I, we’re watching the entire diner at this point alright? Most people have gotten wind as to what’s going on and we’re staring at this one guy and he’s sitting in a booth with is stupid kids jumping around and he’s like, staring at his coffee cup like this *stares intensely and his hand starts shaking* - and he’s been onto us since the beginning - and he’s sitting there, and his hand is shaking and he had this look on his face like, oh like he had just gotten his thirty day chip from anger management and he’s staring like this *resumes intense staring* and the fourth song fades out, it’s dead quiet, then - I don’t know if you know this but the song begins very quietly; *singing* “I CAN'T HELP IT IF I MAKE A SCENE” And he goes “GODDAMMIT!!” and he pounds on the table, silverware flies everywhere, and it was fantastic. But a word about my gay rock mom Pearl and what a genius she is, because when we first walked into the diner, ok? And we first got there, and I’m punching in the 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)'s alright? I’d punched in like, seven at this point and Pearl says to me “Hey hey hey, before you punch in another 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' let’s drop in one 'Everything Stays'” Oh yes, that is when the afternoon went from good to great. After seven 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)'s in a ro- it played seven times. Suddenly; *singing* “Lets go to the ga-” and the sigh of relief swept through the diner. People were so happy. It was like the liberation of The Crystal Gems. Y’know for years, scientists have wondered; can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing 'Everything Stays'? and the answer is: Yes. You can. Provided that it is preceded by seven 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)'s. It’s true. And on the other hand, when we went back, holy shit. ‘Everything Stays’ fades out, it’s dead quiet… *singing* “I CAN'T HELP IT IF I MAKE A SCENE?” It went insane, people went outta their minds, no-one could handle it, no-one could handle it. And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff that was just like *starts sweeping* “Yep, same crap as always.” They unplugged the jukebox after eleven plays and that was the best meal I’ve ever had.
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when ur too eager to show ur friend ur gainz 

(disclaimer: this was taken with my stomach sucked in, make-up on, hips tilted back, posed to look flattering in good lighting etc etc etc. i don’t look like this normally. i just wanna show dem massles growin. dont compare yourself to this pic as if i look like that all the time, because i dont!!)

anonymous asked:

I genuinely don't have a single 'friend'. It's been months and I've been convincing myself I'm fine with it but I'm not. I tried telling someone I used to trust a while ago but everyone thinks I'm fine cause I have people I sit with, but I Barely talk and just sit there to avoid being alone. There are plenty of people who don't mind me but I can't stand being with people who are so fake/ have nothing in common with, I have no one to talk to. Are my standards too high? Am I overreacting?

I think its more damaging to you to force urself to be around people who ignore u than to just be alone. I dont really have any friends who I can hang out with anymore, just internet people and people in class who i can chat with then we part ways. Im alone basically all the time and sometimes i get sad about it when i see other people hanging out with friends but I’ve found that u can learn to be comfortable by urself and I’d rather be alone than force myself to be around people who dont care about me u kno? Its up to u what u think is best for u 

この世には正解なんてない
  • Apostasia: Stop, Arme. Just stop what you're doing.
  • Arme Thaumaturgy: Apostasia...
  • Apostasia: Pity? Is this pity? That's what this is, isn't it?
  • Arme Thaumatury: ... That's not it.
  • Apostasia: Do you consider me a failure? A failed version of you? Is that why you're doing this?
  • Arme Thaumaturgy: I can't... just let you go on like this. I can't see you suffering... so please...
  • Apostasia: Take a good look, Arme. Do I look like I am suffering?
  • Arme Thaumaturgy: ...
  • Apostasia: Just look at us and tell me which one of us is the one that needs help right now.
  • Arme Thaumaturgy: ...
  • ----
  • Erbluhen Emotion: ...
  • Apostasia: ...
  • Erbluhen Emotion: ^^;
  • Apostasia: -_-
  • Apostasia: What do you want?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: Oh, no, nothing. ^^
  • Apostasia: You've been sitting there and watching me read for the past 30 minutes. If you have something to say, then spit it out.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I just. Uh, how should I say... I heard you and Arme arguing earlier.
  • Apostasia: Don't bring him up.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: He only cares about you.
  • Apostasia: ...Don't tell me you're going to try to "save" me as well.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: No, nothing of that sort. I just... want to keep you company.
  • Apostasia: ...?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: Arme is Arme because he is someone who needs to be in control, meticulously perfecting everything. He will try, if he could, to do everything in his power to correct what he believes is wrong. Seeing you in your state has ruined him. He feels responsible.
  • Apostasia: But I am this way of my own accord.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I know, I know that. Arme just can't... He can't accept the irregularities in life.
  • Erluhen Emotion: But nothing in this world is be perfect, isn't it? Life is imperfect and that's precisely why it's so wonderful.
  • Apostasia: ... What are you trying to say?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I understand why Arme is that way, but that also means I understand why you are the way you are. I may not agree with everything that you do but I do accept that you have taken that path because you believed that path was the one for you.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I know this sounds extremely cheesy, but I really do believe everything happens for a reason. If the Goddess created us for us to take our own paths... then maybe in your world, the path you chose was the one you were meant to take.
  • Apostasia: Are you saying this was my fate...?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I'm saying, if the world was meant to be like this, then I like it the way it is...
  • Erbluhen Emotion: And,
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I like you the way you are.