#Lance's Birthday

[tangledbea]

Do you have any headcanons for the birthdays of Tangled and TTS characters?

I headcanon that Rapunzel's is June 21st, because the summer solstice can be from June 20th to June 22nd, so I put it on the date that's right in the middle of that. Why not have the sun princess have her birthday be on the day that has the most sunlight falling on the earth? Plus, "When Will My Life Begin (Reprise)" implies her birthday's in the summer: Just feel that summer breeze/ The way it's calling me

The only other two birthdays we see in the series are Eugene's and Arianna's, so they're the only other headcanons I have.

Since the series doesn’t show Corona experiencing extreme weather pattern changes for most of the year, it’s difficult to mentally account for when Eugene’s and Arianna’s birthdays might be as compared to Rapunzel's. 

However, for Eugene’s birthday, I headcanon he was born in spring, since his birthday is about six months from Arianna and Frederic’s anniversary (as stated in “Cassandra’s Revenge”), which took place in “Queen For a Day,” which seems to have taken place in winter, but could have been fall (it totally snows in the fall in lots of places). And since Eugene’s birthday is between the “almost a year” of “Destinies Collide” and Rapunzel’s 21st birthday (at the end of “Plus Est En Vous”), I headcanon it as being in the spring.

Arianna’s birthday (”The Way of the Willow”) takes place at a time when it’s warm enough to camp at night without taking extreme measures for being out at night, like coats. According to production order (as opposed to airing order), “The Way of the Willow” happens only three episodes before “Secret of the Sundrop” (which is Rapunzel’s 19th birthday). Since “The Quest for Varian” happens mere days before Rapunzel’s birthday, it’s safe to say that Arianna’s birthday is also in spring, but specifically late spring.

So I put Eugene’s birthday in April and Arianna’s in May. (Which would, in turn, put Arianna and Frederic’s anniversary in October.)

Oh, but I do headcanon that Lance neither knows nor cares when his birthday is. (But if Kiera and Catalina decided to assign him one, like Rapunzel did for Eugene, he'd be thrilled.)

[rottenseaweed]

for his b-day Lance is almost getting thrown out of the airlock

[linipik]

Lance, with watercolor and sketch style tattoos 🌊

[wyvernity]

holiday doodles from the past week! hope everyone is enjoying these cozy times :]

[abibbi]

HAPPY BIRTH LOVERBOY LANCE

(I just found out that I have a lot of my favourite characters have their birthday this July)

[badsongpetey]

Happy birthday Samurai There is an equal chance that Lance is tenderly kissing Keith or giving him a raspberry

[leenfiend]

a sunday funny (on a friday) for @mintcaboodle for no special reason at all

[millkboxx]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANCE!!!

[jajanvm-imbi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOY LANCE VOLTRON

TE AMO MI HIJO PRECIOSO TAN LINDO

🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

[shatterinseconds]

Keith dabs disinfectant across the deep gash through Lance’s eyebrow, the wound having narrowly missed blinding his left eye. “It’s going to scar,” Keith mutters, mouth stretched to the side as he concentrates.

“A sexy scar though, right?” Lance asks, fighting off a grin. It’s very difficult to stop himself from moving the muscles in his face too much, less he pulls on the cut that Keith so lovingly attends to, the healing pods still out of service after the last attack.

“Seriously?” Keith snaps his head up, lips pulled back, nose scrunched as if he can’t believe what he just heard. His gaze flickers across Lance’s face, probably wondering if Lance did end up suffering a concussion—which he did not; this is an honest question. “You get beat up, kicked, thrown, left for dead, unconscious by the time we found you, and all you care about is if it’ll be ‘sexy’?”

Lance almost laughs at how incredulous Keith is right now. His eyebrows rise high enough to completely disappear under his bangs and his eyes pop wide. But Lance controls himself in time, biting the inside of his cheek as he shrugs. “Yeah?”

“Unbelievable.”

“You not answering is not making me feel any better, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

“Sorry.” Lance sighs. “You’re not making me feel better, Mullet. That’s like your one job here.” He glares as he taps his fingers on his thighs, hissing as Keith passes over one more time with the disinfectant.

“Fine, fine.” Keith lightly growls and snaps out through the heat rising on his pale cheeks. “It looks good on you. Brings out a rugged handsomeness.”

Despite everything, Lance’s smile grows, spanning past the wince of his bruised skin and exhausted body until it takes up his entire face. “You think I’m handsome.”

“Shut up.”

“No, you do! I just asked if it looked sexy. You’re the one who said I look handsome.” He stops Keith before he can bandage the gash. Catching Keith’s arm mid-air, he gently circles his fingers around Keith’s wrist and makes sure Keith only focuses on him. “You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you? You can admit it. This is a safe space.”

Keith doesn’t try to move, doesn’t try to slip out of Lance’s grasp; he remains completely still, staring and saying, “You’re the worst.”

“And you can’t get enough of me.” Lance cups Keith’s jaw as he leans forward to place a kiss on his forehead. He smiles against Keith’s hair. “Thanks for patching me up, Mullet.”

Lance leaves Keith sitting on his heels, mouth agape and confused, unable to respond. Lance will deal with the beautiful aftermath tomorrow. Today, he wants to revel in his win.

[kickis-conan-king]

Being apart of the vld fandom on July 28th. (HE DESERVES IT)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANCE MCCLAIN

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA MY ONE TRUE LOVE!!! CAN I HAVE SOME PERCY AND TONKS CONTENT TO MAKE MY SOUL CONTENT PLEASE ✨✨✨

There are several titles that fall under the auror. When the ministry was first established, it was just inferior and superior, meant in the Latin way, but that fell out of favor rather quickly for obvious reasons. There was some talk of adopting the ranks of a legion used by the Romans, but since such ranks are still in practice in magical Italy, it didn’t the smartest idea. Tonks thinks that it was probably a Zabini who suggested it. Now their ranks are just numbered, from fifth to first, and junior, standard, and senior.

Everyone starts the same – fifth ranked junior auror – and works their way up one by one. Training is a year and if they make it through that, they’re a junior agent who better make it up to the first rank by the end of their third year, otherwise they’re likely getting cut.

There’s a track to speed through the junior phase and get to the land of securely employed standard auror, but that’s for people that have combat or specialized experience, usually for people who aren’t entering auror training straight of school like she is. Or for when they’d needed to replenish their ranks during the war and those applying had been fighting anyway.

Which is why she’s looking in confusion at the thick roll of parchment that Shackbolt has shoved under her nose. She’s only a couple months into training and while she thinks she’s doing pretty good, she’d also tripped over her literal two left feet during the first week of boot camp. Sometimes she changes in her sleep and doesn’t notice for a while, okay? It’s not like she did it on purpose. She’s pretty good at dueling, her mother made sure of that, but they haven’t even gotten to that part yet. “I’m confused.”

“Fill this out and give it back to me by the end of the week,” he says, already turning away from her.

She makes her arm extra long so she can grab his elbow before he gets too far away. “But I don’t have anything that qualifies me! There’s no way Bones will approve this.”

He raises an eyebrow and looks down at her arm. “Are you sure about that, Trainee?”

Oh. But she hasn’t really gotten a chance to show those skills off either, and being a metamorphmagus is impressive, but not that impressive. But she does as she’s told, leaving it on his desk and trying not to think too much about it.

Bones approves it.

Being on the advanced track has it advantages – blessed job security – but it also means she just gets a jump on desk duty, really. Apparently they don’t just send newly minted aurors out to battle dark wizards to the death, for some reason.

She sighs. She’s never been very good at paperwork.

How very not good she is at is proved when during her very first week when Percy Weasley shows up at her desk, looking even more sleep deprived than he had as a runty fourteen year old, which is impressive. He’s a lot taller now. Late growth spurt, perhaps. Or maybe she just wasn’t paying that much attention. He drops a stack of paper on her desk and she recognizes her own messy scrawl. “These are filled out incorrectly. I can’t process them like this.”

Her shoulders slump. She’d tried to pull other reports and fill them out the same way, but it was all so confusing. How she’s supposed to know how to categorize these things? Why are there thirteen different codes for a house robbery, anyway? And there are so many different sections, and she wasn’t even there, she just has other people’s notes to go off of, and they take notes like she did in History of Magic.

She’s going to be here all night redoing them and they’ll probably still be wrong and Kinglsey will regret ever pushing her through the advanced track and her mother will have been right, which is really the worst of all –

“Hey,” Percy says, and she blinks several times before looking up at him so she doesn’t embarrass herself. “I can – if you’re busy, I can just,” he reaches for the papers he’s dropped on her desk.

She slaps her hand over them to stop him, but instead his hand ends up trapped beneath hers. “No! No, it’s okay, I have to learn how to do this. It’s important.”

He stares at her with a look she can’t explain. “It’s just paperwork.”

“It’s my job,” she says stubbornly, “it’s all important. I’m going to be a great auror – the best auror. And that includes my paperwork.”

He smiles at her, which is suitably distracting from her own ruined night. She doesn’t know if he’s ever smiled at her before. He’d always seemed so stoic, nothing like his brothers. “All right. If you’re sure.”

“Yes,” she says, freshly determined, finally lifting her hand off his. Everyone else has figured out how to do this. She can too. She will. “But thanks.”

“No problem,” he says, then, “My dad has a muggle coffee pot in his department lounge. If you want. The password is rubber duck.”

She does prefer coffee made the muggle way. That’s how it’s made in her house, of course, with her muggle father, and there’s something to the taste that she thinks coffee loses after it’s third hour of being charmed hot or squeezed through by magic instead of just hot water and a little patience.

How does Percy know that?

Before she can ask, he’s already turned and walking away from her, and she barely has the chance to shout, “Thanks!” before he turns the corner.

[vldlance]

naptime 💤

[mothmanavenue]

i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream

[kagooleo]

riley may have fallen first but lance fell even harder 😳👀

[drawmebabyblue]

Happy birthday to a singular cranky good boy 💖