#I hope he's just being dramatic

[fairydust-stuff]

I prefer the Akio groomed him idea but since Akio's dead here. I guess this also kinda works

“When I was young, my father told me to grow out my hair. That’s what the customer wanted.”

“The customer?”

“My current father. I was sold.”

jeeeeeeesus

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[piningpercussionist]

Weed smoking girlfriends! But they can just be hanging out if you prefer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Happy 4/20!

[autism-alley]

look obviously i don’t know the guy but i feel like 2009 rick riordan would fist fight 2024 rick riordan

[starflungwaddledee]

offering three cookies 🍪🍪🍪

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[youandthemountains]

it probably is insane how much I wish I could express the thing about spones. the vibes about spones. Like there's the joking fun fandom vibes and I love them, I love to play with them, of course of course. but the THING. the CORE to me. i wish i could capture it and share it.

[elloras]

Ted Lasso: All Apologies

[mcytegg]

do you think zam, with his hands soaked in blood, thinks himself unworthy of holding 4c close? do you think hes afraid to stain 4cs hands with blood too?

[nyssasatelier]

So i finally got my hands on translations of both the Odysee and Iliad!!!

And despite originally caring more about the story of the Odysee i decided to read the iliad first and I'm so incredibly glad i did!

About 20 pages in and two different women are separately kidnapped and taken hostage, Agamemnon and Achilles are at each others throats, the gods are getting involved, Zeus is threatening to beat up his wife and Apollo is spreading the plaque.

Meanwhile Odysseus is somehow on a peaceful road trip and has a sleep over with the boys after a fun karaoke night.

[shannonsketches]

he's so important to me

[eggcromancer]

the chibis are here to boop you!

NAURRRR @crabsnpersimmons you can't just keep making them cuter and cuter !! 💥💖💖💖 THE CAT PAWS AND THE MATCHING RAINCOATS OMG CRABS!!! *shakes you lovingly*

At this rate Sun is going to take them home for good!

But after some (tense) negotiations, I got Sun to return the chibis to their rightful caretaker~

And because I missed out on all the booping shenanigans I hope you don't mind this old fashioned boop instead! Heheh ✨

[callmelyc]

You can't really do much for Valentine's in space, especially if your boyfriend is on the other side of the Universe with the BoM.

No one says a word as Lance mopes through the castle. His messages to Keith were left on read, everyone else was too busy, and not even the mice were willing to spare him a stray moment of comfort.

So here Lance is, wandering around aimlessly sulking to himself dramatically. No one else seemed to know nor care what day it was, hell he only knew bc he happened to glance at the earth calendar Pidge made.

Not that is really mattered. Valentine's Day wasn't exactly a holiday people did a whole lot for if they weren't dating, but it made Lance miss Keith all the more.

A couples holiday Lance was sure Keith wasn't even aware of, spent alone in the castle halls on a slow day.

Oh woe is he.

Slowly but surely Lance realizes his feet carry him in a familiar direction. The path so ingrained that even when he yearns for a Keith that isn't there his feet will lead him straight to the other man's door.

Lance pauses before it, contemplating his options.

How pathetic. How rude. He is stronger than this! He's a bad bitch he doesn't need no man! He can totally survive without Keith!

. . .

Lance enters the room.

Simply walking in and existing in Keith's space makes Lances shoulders ease. He hates to admit how much he misses his boyfriend because Lance knows it hurts him when he does. Yet now he's alone looking at everything this man owns wishing he was here by his side.

He takes his time brushing fingers over the growing collection of photos and trinkets they'd finally managed to get Keith to agree to. They say cozily on the side table right in the entry way for him to look at every time he came and went. It had taken time to get the samurai to realize he was allowed to hold onto something no matter how small it may seem.

It started with a picture, a photo of the entire team on one rare day spent together between missions. From there his collection grew with gifts, trinkets, memories he could think back on with love. All gathered by his hands, all heartfelt gifts from the team, from his family.

Lance smiles softly at every single one. It's all proof that Keith was here, proof that he will return, proof that he considered this home.

It's when Lance lays down clutching a jacket Keith left behind that he realizes how special it is to have this space to see while he's gone. He has Keith's space to move in while Keith likely has nothing....

He makes a mental note to gather things to brighten up Keith's blade bunk, maybe it'll help brighten everyone's bunk. Lance has never been inside but he bets it's bland in there. Would Kolivan even allow such a thing? Lance doesn't care if he doesn't, he'll send Keith with things anyways! Maybe if he gathers enough things the whole of the blade can decorate their ship to be a little less doom and gloom–

Through all his thinking Lance tosses and turns in Keith's bed, rolling in his scent that lingers faintly in his absence. He'd be embarrassed but no one was there to judge him. Keith wouldn't ever know and neither would the team and even if they did Lance thinks he has a fair claim to Keith's room. It's his duty as his boyfriend to wallow in his absence! Lance is but a wife awaiting her husband to return from war....only, they're both at war...and–well, that's not the important part.

Lance squirms attempting to get his mind off the schematics. All his dramatics shuffle the blankets and pillows they'd both collected there for prime cuddle time, then, something pokes at Lances back.

He huffs, annoyed that something would dare cause discomfort during his time of pain and suffering.

When he flips over to look at the offending object he sees the sharp corner of an envelope folded up, it peeks just from under the pillow pile innocent in its appearance as if it always belonged there.

Lance slides it free, looking it over carefully only to find his name on the front.

It says nothing else so he opens it to pull free the folded paper inside.

Where would Keith even find paper in space? Not that it's the paper they were used to it's far too thick and oddly velvety but it's a novelty nonetheless.

He unfolds it. It's dated at the top to a time before Keith left and written like an old letter, not one too terribly long but it's even signed off like one you'd see in movies.

No one wrote letters anymore yet Keiths handwriting stares back at him so clearly.

Dear Lance,

I don't know when you'll find this and I don't know when I'll be back so I thought I'd leave something behind just in case. Hopefully you're reading this on Valentine's Day so that if we spend it apart you aren't without a symbol of my love to you.

Lance reads through the words like a dying man in the desert. He doesn't even make it halfway through the letter before the tears start to fall. Keith is so incredibly thoughtful when given the chance to show it and here's the proof right in Lances hands. The man had made sure Lance would know he was his Valentine because he knew how much Lance loved the silly holiday. It's so stupidly sweet itales Lances heart ache for him.

He writes the things he loves about Lance, he writes the way he feels when he looks at him. Keith writes like he's pouring his heart and soul into the papers pulp. As if he's allowing for Lance to hold his heart in his hands.

It's single handedly the most romantic gesture has ever received.

"Stupid...." Lance sniffles "I didn't get to send you off with any proof that I feel the same." He dries his eyes as to not get the paper wet before continuing to read.

You thanked me once, saying you were grateful to have met me, but all I could think was that I should be the one whose thanking you.

You changed my life, Lance. I should be the one thanking you, god, the entirety of the universe- whoever it is that needs to hear it- because I am thankful to have known you in this lifetime. I am thankful to know I will go the rest of my life with memories of you.

I never knew I was capable of love like this. It had always been imaginary before you. I love you Lance McClain, more than you'll ever know.

If your dream is to fly then mine is to watch you soar, to watch you smile,to watch you get everything I can possibly give to you because you deserve the world...no, the universe and if I could gift it to you I would on a silver platter. But, for now this letter will have to be enough, hopefully you can accept that for now sweetheart.

Happy valentines day, know I am always thinking of you.

-Keith K.

Lance immediately grabs his com-device, he doesn't care if Keith will leave him on read, doesn't care if that bastard won't pick up. He doesn't go to pour out his feelings just yet, no, he'll do that to Keith's stupid romantic face, but he does send him a warning.

Sharpshooter: If you don't come back soon I will hunt you down myself

It's marked read not long after. A brief . . . blinks before vanishing.

Samurai: Happy valentines day to you too Lance.

He blinks down at Keith's response, at the first response Lance has gotten from him in days.

"That son of a bitch!"

Nothing else he sends gains a response, every single message marked with that annoying little read checkmark.

OH. Now it's on! Lance thinks to himself as he begins to plot his revenge.

He will not be out romanced and if Keith thinks he knows what's coming? He hasn't the faintest clue.

Happy Valentines Day! 💘

[nenoname]

folks taking that comic book self insert post i made as an example of ford having a giant ego and

im sorry, did you not appreciate this very important aspect???

[pianokantzart]

This show is going to make me regress into my middleschool self where I spent all my free time feeling emo about Knuckles The Echidna

[greedbent]

the universe didn't let me get into a/rcan/e bc it knew how down bad with an obsession i'd be with si//lco and thus how much suffering would occur both to myself and the people around me

but, see

the universe was not strong enough

[devondespresso]

on the topic of stobin having No Boundaries and because i recently had to experience my period after several months of blissful non-period-ness (healthily and intentionally i promise im not like severely-not-ok):

my lovely only child robin in a household where the women presumably outnumber the man moving in with steve after everything and just. forgetting to take her bloodied panties out of the bathroom sink (the most convenient place to let them soak in cold water before throwing them in the wash) (im hoping to fuckin god here that this is a universal afab experience and not just a me-and-my-sibling-are-strange-fucks thing)

it takes two, mayyybe 3 instances before steves just completely unbothered. hes washed (his own!!) blood out of plenty of clothes at this point and has seen way more gruesome shit than organ lining that at least supposed to leave the body so despite being an amab only child he Does Not Give A Shit. at first he'll just casually remind her its there with that type of euphemism Me and The Girls™ enjoy using to make it sound badass ("Robbie you've got a crime scene left in the bathroom" "sorry ill get it before the police arrive") but after a while it becomes a definitely normal thing so sometimes when robins having a rough week he'll clean it up real quick and not mention it, because after all its just blood and at least no one has to go to the hospital for it this time