#but all im saying is that you guys gotta realize that 18 is fucking young

[wizardgrey]

wanting someone to be better and excusing them about being shitheads are two different things yall.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Love Me Less

A/n: This was up on Patreon a week before I posted it here, I release fics around a week early over there and have some Patreon exclusive drabbles, fanart, so feel free to check it out at my Patreon. Commissions are also always open. I’m going to be doing profiles and such for characters here too, so stay tuned!

Summary: Jimin is an undercover cop, and you know he’s lying to you. But he’s trapped in a huge mess, and he doesn’t want you in the crossfire. Multifandom Mafia AU (BTS, EXO, Got7)

Warnings: Some violence, mention of drug use, angst

Word Count: 2892

Jimin winces when the door shuts too loudly, but it doesn’t matter anyway, because you’re sitting at the kitchen table and there’s a bag packed by your feet and his heart sinks to his toes. Suddenly he’s so tired he can barely hold his head up, and you’re looking at him warily and he can’t help thinking about how this all started.

Jimin couldn’t help but notice you bartending at this little place near the freeway, a dive bar called the Dirty Dozen and owned by Min Yoongi, who was well known for playing all sides of the game, letting certain gangs drink free depending on who owned the area that month. He’d been trying to blend in, trying to be just another thug ordering soju from you, but he couldn’t help catching your eyes when you brought him a drink in these little cut off shorts, asking you about the tattoo on the long line of your thigh.

It’s second nature, flirting with a bartender, especially one that looks like you, and your easy smile made the two years he’d already been undercover seem just a little bit lighter. It’s fun and casual and easy, and he tells himself it’s just for intel, buying you soju so that your tongue gets looser, maybe you’ll slip out something about Kim Yugyeom since he was always hanging around you at the bar.

A month later, he has a drawer at your apartment and he’s spending four nights a week there, barely making it out of the house to meet with Namjoon and Hoseok because he just can’t stop kissing your upturned mouth.

Hoseok gives him a wary look the sixth time he shows up with your nude lipstick on his collar, and throws a few pictures on the interrogation table. Jimin only glances at them, sees they’re mostly of you with those long thighs draped over his lap at the bar, and looks up at Hoseok expectantly.

“What? You gonna tell me you never got some strange while undercover?”

Hoseok shrugs, sits down across from him, slumped in the chair a bit, legs spread wide.

“Sure. But that’s not what this is, and we both know it.”

Jimin leans back in his chair, smirking a little, putting his hands behind his head. He hasn’t even seen Jung in a couple of months, not since he’d given him the poke and stick “Nevermind” across his ribs, telling him if he’d be telling people that he’d done time, no one would ever believe he got away without a mark.

“It’s not? You know something I don’t?”

“I know you’re spending an awful lot of time at her place.”

Jimin shrugs. “That Yugyeom kid from the Im gang is sweet on her. Sometimes he tells her stuff.”

“Yeah? You think he’ll keep doing that after you threw him up against the bar wall last night?” Hoseok says, deadpan, and Jimin laughs a bit.

“What can I say? I’ve always been a bit territorial.”

“Just tell me you aren’t getting too deep, Jiminie,” Hoseok says, softly, and Jimin loses his smile, sighs and places his forearms on the table.

“Maybe I am. I don’t know. It’s hard to tell, Seok. At first it was just a pretty smile and long legs and intel, but now… I’ve been in this what? 18 months now? It’s easy enough to believe a street kid from Busan chose a different path. Hell, sometimes I believe it myself.”

Namjoon comes in, then, with a huge file, and Hoseok groans.

“Fun’s over. Christ, look at that paperwork.”

“It’s good news,” Namjoon promises, throwing it down on the table with a thud. He looks as if he’d had one too many late nights, his white button up wrinkled and stained with coffee, hair mussed and too long at the collar.

"Good news?" Hoseok looks skeptical.

Namjoon slides a photograph out of the file and flashes them at Jimin.

"This is your girl, yeah?"

Jimin stiffens a bit. It's you, all right, piggybacking on this muscle pig's back, he'd recognize those legs anywhere.

He nods. "Who's the beefcake?"

"Lee Hoseok. He was high up in Hyunwoo's crew until he went ghost a couple of months ago. Everyone thought he was dead along with Hyunwoo, but turns out both of them have been in lock up over in Daegu. Turned themselves in, been ratting out all their friends for weeks. We just got the file."

Jimin groans. "So you're telling me the crew I've been trying to bust for a fucking year and a half just rolled over? Just like that?"

"Just like that," Namjoon agrees, but he's rifling in the file again and Jimin knows there's more.

He slides a photograph across the table to Jimin.

Jimin looks it over curiously. The guy is tall, lean but his suit is expertly tailored and there are muscles there, for sure. His first undercover stint had been in an underground fight club and he hadn't broken the habit of sizing people up. Probably not too strong, but fast, likely, well balanced. His hands look manicured so he probably didn't get his hands dirty, and that suit…

"New player? Family ties, I'd guess?"

Namjoon nods. "Good eye. He's Kim Junmyeon's cousin, and mostly we'd dismissed him because he stays quiet, to himself. Lately he's been seen with Do and Zhang, though, and the rumor is that he's up to take over for Kim."

"He looks young," Jimin muses. He's handsome, full mouth, charming smile.

"He's only a few years older than you. We'd expected Minseok for next in line but he's been in the spotlight so much, been arrested five times this year. This kid... Jongin... he's clean. No record at all."

Jimin throws the photograph down on the table. "What's this got to do with me?"

"Turns out he drinks at your girl's bar. Not only that, Min says he tips double when she serves him."

Jimin frowns. "Min's giving intel again?"

Hoseok snorts. "Yoongi would sell out his own mother for a few thousand won."

Namjoon nods, his eyes going wide and bright like he gets when he's chasing something.

"Your girl has all the connects. She used to live with this Lee Hoseok and now someone from Im's crew and Jongin have the hots for her? You've gotta stick with her."

"She's popular," Hoseok grins, and Jimin wants to punch him in his perfect teeth.

"So you brought me in to tell me to use my girlfriend for intel?"

"Oh, she's your girlfriend now?" Hoseok teases, but Jimin ignores him.

"She's got ties to three of the major players in Seoul, Jimin. You know how to pick em."

Jimin leaves soon after, popping the collar of his leather jacket against the wind. He's pissed off, having them tell him to stay with you as if he'd ever had any intention of leaving.

Hoseok was right. He'd been in over his head since the moment you'd smiled at him and now that he knew you lived and worked in a snake's den, it made panic claw up his throat to think that he couldn't protect you.

First, Kim Yugyeom with his predator's eyes and wolf's smile and now the fucking future head of the Kim crew?

Jaebeom and Hyunwoo were small potatoes compared to Kim, dabbling in carjacking and marijuana mostly.

Kim had his fingers in all the pies, heroin and cocaine smuggling, black market guns, whores, every crime you could think of, they were committing...and most of them got away clean.

Only a couple of them even had records and it was for petty shit like battery or simple assault.

Jimin would have stayed with you anyway because of the way he felt waking up with your long leg looped over his hip, the way you'd grumble and tuck your face into his neck in the mornings.

But now? He had to make sure you were safe, no matter what that meant for him.

It's less than a month later when everything falls apart for Jimin, and he can't tell you a single word of it.

Jimin manages to track this low level crew boss, a foreign kid, not even 21, goes by Lucas to an opium den.

He catches him outside the abandoned building, has the arrest warrant based on pictures and intel already. There's no one in the alley so Jimin cuffs him on the spot as he whines in protest. Then he hears a familiar verse and drops the kid on the ground, cursing.

"Well well well," Yugyeom drawls. "Park Jimin the piglet. I can't fucking believe it."

"Don't fucking try me, Kim. I could bust you right now."

"Bet you won't. Bet you won't want that pretty little thing of yours knowing how clean you really are, yeah? She wouldn't like you as much."

Yugyeom is grinning, eyes glassy from alcohol or weed or god knows what and he's getting closer to Jimin.

"Don't-" Jimin warns, already instinctively spreading his legs, in a fighting stance while barely realizing it.

"Baby likes it dirty," Yugyeom continues. "She likes to slum it, I should know."

Jimin's hands are itching to clock him, right on the chin because Yugyeom isn't protecting himself at all, too drunk or stupid to block, but he waits for him to get closer.

Yugyeom is tall and lean, has a higher center of gravity and the closer he gets the better, and they always do, the tall ones, think because they tower over Jimin they have the advantage.

But they're easy, always go high, swing wide without protecting their middle and when Yugyeom swings, Jimin ducks and punches him in the gut, a sharp jab that takes the younger man's breath.

While he's gasping for air, doubled over, Jimin grabs him, swings him around and puts a knee in his lower back, taking him to the ground easily.

Yugyeom is still laughing and Jimin presses down on the back of his neck, grinding his face into the gravel.

Lucas is staring wide eyed at them, having turned over on his side, but Jimin ignores him.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Jimin growls, and Yugyeom's snorts, blood spurting from his nose when Jimin presses down harder.

"Now I get to do whatever I want. You can't fucking touch me."

Jimin's heart sinks and he hauls them both into the station but of course, Yugyeom is right, he sings like a canary and now he's an informant and Jimin can't touch him with a ten foot pole.

Now instead of shoving him into the bar wall for palming your ass when he slips a tip into your back pocket, Jimin has to grit his teeth and ignore it.

Jimin buys a ring after nine months, keeps it in a sock in his underwear drawer because he can't get down on one knee when he's lying to you.

He starts to drink more than he should, stays out too late because he can't bear to come home and lie to you about where he's been.

The third or fourth night he gets home and you're already asleep, you wake when he plops down clumsily on the bed, turning over and trailing your hand across his chest.

"Baby," you murmur. "What's wrong?"

There's something stuck in his throat, all the secrets he's been keeping from you and he snakes an arm around you, squeezing you tight.

He can't bear to say "nothing" because that'd just be another lie so he tugs you on top of him and kisses you silent.

When he's got you flipped onto your back, buried inside you, he says the one thing he can, the one truth he can tell you, over and over.

"I love you, jagi. You know I love you, yeah?"

But of course, love isn't enough.

He ends up here anyway, with you looking at him with hollow, wary eyes.

"Jagi-" he starts, but you cut him off.

"Is there someone else?" You ask, your voice low and shaking.

Jimin scoffs. He's barely noticed other women even exist since you'd come into his life, but when he puts himself in your shoes, he supposes it isn't a far stretch.

"Not since the moment you smiled at me, jagi," he says earnestly, and your face softens.

"Then what is it? What's going on?"

You stand up, come around the table to wrap your arms around his waist and Jimin wants so badly to tell you everything, to pour out all the secrets that burn like acid in his throat.

"You're leaving me," is all he can choke out, his voice hoarse, and you sigh and rest your forehead against his chest.

"I don't want to," you admit, locking your hands at his back.

"Then don't. Jagi. Y/n. Please don't."

You shake your head against his chest and Jimin's heart cracks right down the middle when you look up at him, tears standing in your eyes.

"All you have to do is tell me the truth."

His throat works and you sniffle.

"Jiminie...please. I don't care what it is. We'll work it out just...just tell me."

He feels tears rolling down his face and he doesn't bother to stop them.

"Please," he pleads, and you release him, put a hand on your suitcase and Jimin wants to rip it from you, throw it across the room but all he can do is stand there and watch you, a sob catching in his chest.

He can't watch you leave, stands with his back to you, and when he hears the door close behind you, quiet and anticlimatic, something inhuman rips from his chest and he grabs onto the back of the dining room chair when his knees give out.

Jimin lets himself wallow, turning off his phone so that he doesn't call to beg you to come home, crying into your pillow because it smells like your shampoo, going only as far as the corner store to replenish the soju he replaces all his meals with.

It's Hoseok that finally nearly breaks down his door and Jimin stumbles to the door and jerks him inside, rubbing at the stubble on his chin and blinking at him blearily.

Hoseok looks around at the bottles of soju littering the table and Jimin gives him a look.

"Don't, Jung."

Jimin expects him to berate him, tell him he was stupid for falling in love and losing all their intel, but he doesn't.

Hoseok just puts a hand on his shoulder, pulls him into a hug, and Jimin can't stop the tears that are always so close to the surface.

After Jimin is sniffling instead of sobbing and Hoseok has gathered all the bottles to throw in the garbage, he sits down at the kitchen table.

"Jimin...I came to tell you something."

"Fuck," Jimin mumbles, rubbing a hand across his face and taking a long sip of the glass of water Hoseok had brought him.

Hoseok nods. "Jongin is spending four nights a week at the Dirty Dozen."

"Let me guess," Jimin says tiredly. "Only the nights Y/n works."

"Bingo. Joon has been going in your absence, he's gotten close to the other bartender. Y/n is living with her and Joon says…" Hoseok pauses and Jimin drops his forehead to the table.

"Just spit it out, Jung." He says miserably, keeping his head on the table.

"Joon says Y/n went home with Jongin a couple nights ago."

Jimin had been bracing himself for what his friend would say next but he hadn't been prepared for this, how it took the very breath from his lungs.

"No," he wheezes through the pinhole that has become his throat. "No, he's wrong, it's only been a couple of days, she wouldn't-"

"You've been mia over two weeks, Jimin," Hoseok says softly.

Jimin gasps in a breath, lifts his head.

"We've got an unmarked car following her. We'll watch out for her, you don't have to-"

Jimin barks out a bitter laugh. "Shut up. Just shut up, Seok. Of course I do."

Hoseok sighs and nods. "I told Joon you'd say that. Word of advice?'

Jimin looks at him.

"Shower first."

So Jimin ends up right back where he started, sitting at a table at the back of The Dirty Dozen breathing in the fog of tobacco smoke and the errant joint, watching you walk toward him with a bottle of soju and a shot glass.

"Hey," he says dumbly, and you give him a ghost of your easy smile that makes his heart skip.

"Hey, Jiminie. Long time no see."

You pout the shot and go to leave but Jimin takes your wrist.

"Ah, leave the bottle."

You frown at him, and he wants to tell you he has to stay a certain level of drunk so that he doesn't beg you to come home, break down when Jongin inevitably shows up and arrest him the second he smiles at you, to keep the steady ache in his chest just numb enough.

You leave the bottle, though, going back behind the bar, and sure enough, Jongin has already slipped in while Jimin was distracted, leaning across the bar with a big smile.

Jimin takes in a shaky breath and downs the shot, thinking he had a lot of long nights ahead of him.

[sevdrag]

dreamwidth update: isolation

(content warnings: i just talk about the shit that's going on rn cause i gotta, but if any of it is triggering for you, be careful or scroll past)

so, as it turns out - as anyone could have predicted - i'm behind AF on nano.

look, a lot of it is that the first week of november got tied up in the hellhole that was america's election. fuck. i had done a lot of research and i knew what to expect and i STILL DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT. that entire week was draining as fuck and even the relief of them finally calling it for biden was destructive and devastating in its own way. (i cried. i dont ever cry. i fucking bawled.)

and some of it is another lesson in preparation. i have a great outline for this novel! i know all the plot beats for all three plotlines! but i didn't practice getting into either character's voice, so while im still writing, it's very third-person-onmicient type, very distant, rather than the third-person-intimate that im going for.

and ive become STUPIDLY hung up on that! LIKE, ITS STOPPING ME FROM WRITING. i realize i just need to forge ahead and i'll find their voices eventually, but like, brain matter no go. head empty no thots.

SURPRISINGLY, though, if i count all words i've written (including nano, patreon, work words, fanfic, etc) i am on pace to hit the 50K. guess what I might be doing, rather than focusing entirely on the nano words. fml. etc.

my two oldest nieces are coming this weekend for their birthday celebration. when they were young i decided that instead of birthday gifts, what each girl got was a weekend alone, just with me, where we would do super fun things and they get to have all of the focused attention from their aunt and uncle. it's worked great, but this year, because of the rona, their schedules are all fucked up (you would not BELIEVE what my bro and SIL have had to work out to manage both of their jobs with 3 children under the age of 7 at home; it's crazy), and we wanted to limit the travel as well. so both girls are coming together to stay with me, to celebrate together. i'm very excited, but wow, that's also been a whirlwind.

i had to clean the entire house. the thing is, when you've been in house since march, and you're already disabled, and you're depressed, and you're tired, and you have 5 cats, the house can quickly get to a pint where you really give no more fucks about it. hugely. bigly. i had to summon my mum, Crown, and murder husband to help me out with it, but now the house is gorgeously clean and i am happy. doing all the work at once was kind of a sledgehammer to the face tho, RIP me, but i did it.

fought with Crown over a bunch of stuff too. it's resolved and we are in a better place after having it out, but that also hit me like a fucking pickup truck, thanks.

also didnt help nano.

isolation is weird. i dont mind being alone - i love being stuck in my house alone, that's like, my dream world - but i feel like i've hunkered down here in other ways as well. friends i used to talk to daily, i check in like once a week. a BIG part of that is, well, having nothing to really say. my new contract remains in covid limbo, my other work continues, and my desire to write a novel to sell is just aksjdlkasdjggs, so like, ??? why bother to talk, there's no news here, etc.

im also just not very good at staying in touch because of (reasons) and the situation is compounding that and really doubling down on it. how can i reach out to people when im spending most of my mental energy not going completely batshit??? "hey demons. it's me. your boy."

i mean i also feel like other friends are pulling back as well, probably because none of us really have anything new to say. it's just an interesting side effect of isolation, i guess?

plus it's the jazz hands depressssiioooonnnnn ~! for all of us!

i really just exist on discord these days. honestly.

ANYWAY.

i haven't yet given up on the novel, nor have i given up on trying to grow my kofi and patreon to help me out in these terrible times. (crankyoldman, thanks so much for the Kofi! that covers this month's entire Chewy order! <3 <3 aaaaaaa ILU and i miss you guys!!) it's just such a bizarre fucking time to be a conscious thinking creature and that's weird, i guess.

went to target and bought a bunch of men's shirts for the winter. sorry but for what i want men's clothes are vastly superior. you can't get a women's t-shirt that's long enough to go over hips or really be tucked in unless you find a "tunic length" and they're like $25. i got 3 mens tees for $18. i also now have a giant hoodie with thumbholes. bless.

plus big ass sports bras. i just want my tits to be comfortable. dont always bra them, but like when im cleaning they gotta be held. gently. softly cupped in place so that they don't get tossed around too much. i dont know where im going with this.

i just want to be comfortable here in my private cave.

the stasis of isolation. such an odd year it's been this last month.

Ko-fi for the cats || Patreon for CYOA and the novel || Sev's Pub, my creative works discord || carrd for the rest

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[ohbelladonna]

All the gay

jesus fucking christ

1. describe your idea of a perfect date

tbh??? chilling like. going to a park, around town or having a netflix day w/ cheesy-ass movies

2. whats your “type”

like??? i’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and i’ve realized im into futches-butches 

3. do you want kids?

dEPENDS BUT OVERALL I WOULD LIKE A CHILD

4. if you do, will you adopt or use some other form of child birth?

if we were to have a child through one of us i’d like to be the one carrying the child tBh but im all good with adopting as long as i know the genetics and all that

5. describe the cutest date you’ve ever been on

i lowkey don’t wanna think about that soOO

6. describe your experience having sex for the first time (were you nervous? or was it easy peasy?)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay?

both??? i stay up late and get up early so it’s all crunched together

8. opinion on nap dates?

jesus christ take me

9. opinion on brown eyes?

jesus christ take me

10. dog gay or cat gay?

i,,, Dog gay

11. would you ever date someone who owned rodents or reptiles?

i used to own a shitload of mice so fuck yeah hmu with them hELL YEAH

12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someone

eating habits

13. what is a misconception you had about lgbt people before you realized you were one?

that we go to hell, but its like hEY live while u can

14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self

hey buddy pal amigo yeah its me. 19 y/o u. yeah motherfucker u lasted this long u shithead u did it man. u tHOUGHT IT WOULDN’T HAPPEN BUT UR STILL FUCKIN AROUND PISSHEAD. also yeah ur gay u like girls/nb ppl hell yeah bro thats a Mood keep it up

15. (if attracted to more than one gender) do you have different “types” for different genders?

same status lOL

16. who is an ex you regret?

im bout to get #shady alright yall noah offense but lemme tell u??? the dude shes seeing now i can tell ya my fucking clit is bigger than his dick probs. my dick vision never lies. but her like?? lol if we being honest here yeah u hurt me and YEAH i halfway forgive u but hey, i gotta love those crippling trust issues lmAO

17. night club gay or cafe gay?

BOTH

18. who is one person you would “go straight” for

okay this is gonna sound so fucking weird okay sO FUCKING WEIRD BUT @cockbiteproductions and i have been talking about fucking,,, bLeach and we BOTH AGREED WE WOULD GO STRAIGHT FOR BLEACH MALE CHARACTERS OKAY 

19. video game gay, book gay, or movie gay?

video game/movie gay

20. favourite gay ship (canon or not)

rn my fave ship is amberprice (I think??? thats what its called) but yeah thats my fave rn

21. favourite gay youtuber

i loveee lucas and shane dawnson ahshhdhd

22. have you ever unknowingly asked out a straight person?

thank fucking god nO but i have flirted with one on accident 

23. have you ever been in love?

yeah boi

24. have you ever been heartbroken?

yeah boi

25. how do you determine if you want to be them or be with someone

its a gut feeling that starts screaming “hey!! look at them” and its “oh. fuck.”

26. favourite lgb musician/band

i fUckING LOVE STARS THEY’RE GREAT

27. what is a piece of advice you have for young / baby gays

take ur time don’t force yourself cause it’ll be super overwhelming. baby steps my friends you got this. it doesn’t matter how old you are, it’s okay to take the baby steps cause i know that in the end you’ll find your safe place.

28. are you out? if so how did you come out

ohhhhh myyyy goddd this story is long and ohhhhh my GOD. 

okay so i had a bf and blah blah blah he wanted to kiss me at homecoming and blah blah blah i found out i was not into guys rIGHT AS HE ASKED TO KISS ME AND I WAS LIKE “OHHHHH MYY FUKCIGNNNG” so i went to the bathroom to call my mom to say quote “hey i think im gay what do i do can we get mcdonalds afterwards” and then like two or three days later i broke up w/ him and to this day he’s still fucked up over it cause theres this dude named trevor (@ friends YEAH that guy) and for two years without my knowledge he teased my ex bf that he turned me gay and it fucked him up legit. but yeah thats how i found out and coming out was a progressive progress. i first told a small portion of my friends and then slowly i began to alter my appearance (clothes, hair, etc) and then it became pretty self-exclamatory

29. what is the most uncomfortable / strange coming out experience you have

in my econ class my teacher made a HUGE deal when he found out i was gay like (okAY ITS ROBBINS @IRL FRIENDS) and it was a Time

30. what is a piece of advice for people who may not be in a safe place to express their sexuality

i can’t say it’ll be okay for now, but it will be. it will take time. there will be moments where it’ll be tougher and harsher, but it will someday be okay. it’s not immediate, but there will be a time when it’ll click, leading to the acceptance that you’ve longed for. it may not be okay right now, but i promise that it will be soon.

thats legit all the questions whoops

[ready-press-start]

Mega Dump of Content Because, I Mean Look at This Blog, It's Just Full of Neglect, It's Like the Bastard Child That No One Likes, and It Just Stays in Its Corner, And Doesn't...I'm Droning On, Aren't I? 😓 Oops...MEGA DUMP OF HISTORY!!!!

Jesus Christ, look at all the cobwebs and shit in this place! I'm obviously not a very good Tumbleweed, or whatever the young ones call it these days... (Tumblyolo, Tumblswag, Tumblame, whatever it is 😂) I started one of those 30 day challenge things in the birth of this blog, literally, the first post, and I've only gone up to Day 6! 😅 I should be finished by now, jeeze I slacked off! But anyways, let's try and finish this challenge in one sitting, and then upload this on the shitty Internet that exists in Portugal, shall I? 😂 (I swear, Portugal actually has absolute shit Internet, it makes me miss that crappy McDonald's wifi everyone uses but is super slow...but it's blazing fast, compared to here. 😫 I almost miss decent Internet as much as I miss Banana ❤️ but anyways, LET'S DO THIS!! 👍)

Day 6: How I'd Spend $10000 (not pounds, fuck Britain! (Thank you for helping discover Canada, much appreciated, Papa bless))

I'd invest in stocks! Stocks are guaranteed to succeed every time! (What? No! They don't! 😅)

In reality though, I'd probably spend it all on Banana, or I'd just give it all to her for her to take care of. If I spend it on her, I'd just travel with her everywhere, I know she would love to travel, and you can travel to a lot of places for 10 grand, right? ❤️

(Oh, and btw, Banana is my girlfriend/bae/future wife 😋❤️ shes not an actual banana, even though she says she looks like a banana in a dress. I don't think that's true though, in fact, I think she's smoking in a dress 😍😉❤️) Day 7: Things I Like/Dislike About The Way I Look

Likes: MY HAIR! I can do whatever, cut it short, grow it out, use product and style it, this mane of hair just comes out looking like a million bucks, every time! 😂 But yeah, I also like my upper body, and my legs.Oh, and not to brag or anything, but I gotta say...my butt. I think I got a pretty great badonkadonk. 😏😋

Dislikes: I got a gut...I'm rockin' the dad bod'! I'd like to lose the pillow a bit though.. 😅 Day 8: My Last Night Out In Detail

My last night out? I'm an old fart, my nights out here in Portugal are always the same, I go for a walk/run at the park, and I talk to Banana. 👍❤️ And then I see all the other old farts walking while I'm doing my walk/run thing, and it makes me realize how much of an old fart I am now.. 😂 I need to go back to Canada, and go back to people that are my age, then I'll have some variety in my life. 👍 Day 9: Something That Makes Me Sad When I Think About It

That I'm here in Portugal when I want to be with Banana... 😔❤️ but it's only a month left until I go back, soon enough, we'll be in each other's arms again! ❤️❤️

Plus, she made me a couple videos to cheer me up whenever I miss her, and those really help! 😊❤️ Day 10: One Thing I've Lied About

That I'm the best...I'm not the best...I'm such a liar...I'm only second best...I've been living a lie...how can I be the best if Banana is the best? 😋❤️

But yeah, if you really want something I've lied about, ask my parents when I was a teenager. It was just lie after lie at that time. If I wanted to hang out with my friends at the time, it had to be. So many "projects" that I had to do with them then. Those were the days... (I don't miss them 😂) Day 11: Would I Rather? Desert Island. Someone I Love for 10 Years. Someone I Hate for 1 Month. Survive. Discuss. Long Question. I Make Short. Go Me. 👍

Someone I hate for 1 month. No question. I can survive on a desert island for that long, I'll just drink my own pee or something. That'll both give me nourishment and chase away the person I hate, because I SEE THOSE JUDGEMENTAL EYES YOU'RE GIVING ME, YEAH, I'D DRINK MY OWN PEE LIKE BEAR GRYLLS! I GOTTA SURVIVE, AND THAT'S ALL THE SURVIVAL SKILLS I KNOW! 😂

(Btw, if this was a "dessert" island, I'd bring the person I love for 10 years. An island full of desserts?! We'd both enjoy that! 😂❤️) Day 12: Something I'm Currently Worrying About

I'm worrying about Banana. ❤️ I love her, and I'm always gonna worry and care for her, so it's just a natural thing that'll always happens. I'm sure she can relate, I'm sure she's always worried about me too. ❤️ Day 13: Name one person off Tumblr that I'd throw off a cliff, one I'd marry, and one I'd shag

Banana for all three. 👍😋 The marry and shag, well duh ! ❤️ But the throwing off a cliff, she's probably like "WHAT THE HELL?! 😤" But I can explain! .....don't you wanna go bungee jumping sometime? 😂😂 Day 14: Something Disgusting I Do

Everything. I fart, I pick my nose, I grab my crotch, whatever, I'm a dude! Dudes are disgusting!

(Banana, if you're reading this, this isn't true, I'm as clean as can be! This is just to keep up appearances, make sure they guys still look at me like another guy, but you know me, why would I do any of that stuff I just said?!?! 😂😂) Day 15: Lyrics That Apply To My Current Situation/Mood

Pace Is The Trick by Interpol, great song, and I think the lyrics apply to the situation I'm in too. I'll just put the link --> https://genius.com/Interpol-pace-is-the-trick-lyrics <-- 😋👍 Day 16: A Drunken Story

ST. PATRICK'S DAY! I'm sure Banana can recall that day. 😂 Let's just say someone consumed a little bit too much, and the other someone had to help that first someone out a little bit. 😋 All in all...not a bad day. 👍😂 Day 17: Something you Regret

NO RAGRETS!! I'm not really one to regret many things, a lot of what I've gone through, I've learned from, and it's helped shape me into who I am today. 👍 Day 18: To-do List

Finish this post, go back to Canada, get a proper job that pays well, get a place to live, have Banana move in, get married to Banana, travel with Banana, have kids with Banana, grow old with Banana. 😊❤️

Oh, and another to-do...Banana! 😉😏❤️ Day 19: Post a Picture Without Makeup/Hair Done.

THERE YOU GO! Day 20: My Best Sexual Experience/My Sex Life or Lack Thereof

Sex? Never heard of him... 😂 Day 21: Press Ctrl+V and Post

OH NO, IT'S TWO PICTURES OF ME WITH NOTHING DONE, I'M HIDEOUS!! 😂😂 Day 22: Post a Bit of My Last IM Conversation

Nononononono, no thanks, I'd like to keep the conversations between Banana and I private, thank you very much! And then with my friend, James...he just gloats about how much farther he is than me on Diamond Dynasty in MLB The Show 17...it's like...how rude... 😂 Day 23: 5 Things That I Want to Change

1) The fact Banana isn't with me! ❤️ 2-5) See number 1. 😋👍 Day 24: My View on Being Tumblr Famous

Oh, it's amazing! I wake up every morning and just feel so honoured! I'm so thankful for each and every one of my follower!

That's not a typo.

I have 1 follower.

Tumblr famous, my butt... 😂 Day 25: Someone I'd Like To Be For a Day and Why

I'd probably be Banana for a day, and why I would is pretty simple, I just wanna know what it's like to have boobs and stuff, you know? I'm sure every guy thinks that, I mean, it's all guys think about, boobs, right? HIGH FIVE GUYS!! (Again, Banana, if you're reading this, this isn't true. Like I said, appearances, need to seem like a dude, you get it... 👍😂) Day 26: 5 Things Within Touching Distance Right Now 1) My Phone 2) My Tablet/Laptop Hunk-O-Junk 3) My charging cable for my phone 4) My Wallet 5) ...you know... 😏 (My basketball, wow, think dirty much, jeeze! 😂) Day 27: Name and Shame from Facebook Or Whatever

Facebook? Never heard of her... 👍😂 Sounds ancient anyways 😅 Day 28: An Embarassing/Socially Awkward Situation You've Found Yourself In

Stripping down in a men's change room at a gym or swimming pool with no stalls. I don't know, I just can't do it...there's just so many old man balls hanging out...and then I just start thinking to myself...how can my new man balls ever compare to all those years of experience?! 😅😂😂 Day 29: Something I'm Not Proud Of

I can finish two bite brownies...in one bite...Oh hell, what am I saying, I'm proud of that!! 😂

I'm probably not proud of how I behave under pressure though, I panic, I become all flabbergasted, and I don't think clearly, it's pretty embarassing... 😓 Day 30: The Last Argument I Had

Should I have that last piece of chocolate? No, you shouldn't, you're trying to lose weight. Yeah, but I've been doing so good... No, you don't need it, just let someone else have it. *Eats last piece of chocolate* I told you not to eat it, what are you doing?! What? I really wanted it! Oh my god, you're so weak! Shut up, I'll do better next time! And that was an argument I had with myself when I wanted to eat some chocolate... 😅👍 AND BOOM, I'M DONE! SUCK IT TUMBLR!! 😂😂 (In all reality, Tumblr, if someone accidentally deleted their post, why don't you have a way to retrieve that goddamn post, I had to do this twice! Twice! You trying to kill me or something, Tumblr?! I am disappoint. 😑) But yeah, this was my mega post of epic whatever I said at the top, I don't remember, it was ages ago, and I'm an old fart. 😂 Tune in next week for more cobwebs! Buh-bye! 😋

[bleusarcelle]

VoltronFamily.jpg

Uuh, I don’t usually post my fics in Tumblr buuuuut I thought that posting one chap of the Chat Fic I’m making might be fun? So, yeah.

Er, it’s angsty?? But it also has fluff??? I dunno? I just know I worked hard on this chap so I wanted to share. 

Also; it’s based on that Au of mine where the gang is in a Radio Station and each of them have a show in it, well except Coran, he has a bakery. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me, sha la la. 

26/FEB/2017

DBluePal >>> Voltron’s Five Limbs + Two Ears

[15:28 pm] DBluePal: lmao guys! Guess who was able to do a cart wheel with one hand?

[15:31 pm] SpaceDad: Hunk

[15:32 pm] DBluePal: Yes! Lmao, isn’t he the best???

[15:32 pm] DBluePal: also, you won’t guess what just happened to me this morning! So you know that vending machine on building fourth that is a little crocked but still functioning? Well! Today I bought something from it and I got thrice the product! Lmao, my breakfast was three muffins that might have been expired

[15:32 pm] DBluePal: oh my god and then! One of my professors did such a sick move! He was in the middle of the lesson and then he stopped and went like “ok, who wants to do a rap battle to have extra credit” the whole classroom when HYPE and the rap battle was SICK, I got like 30 extra points for that #bless

[15:33 pm] NotPokemon: shut up lance

[15:33 pm] NotPokemon: you are so fucking annoying

[15:34 pm] AlteaQueen: Pidge

[15:34 pm] SpaceDad: Pidge!

[15:34 pm] DBluePal: woah, little lady what’s wrong???

[15:35 pm] NotPokemon: fucking shut up ok? Jfc im so done

[15:36 pm] DBluePal: okayokay just

[15:38 pm] DBluePal: okay

[15:40 pm] ThatElvisSong: pidge, are you okay???

[15:50 pm] ThatElvisSong: pidge?

DBluePal >>> ThatElvisSong

[15:55 pm] DBluePal: do you know what’s wrong with pidge??

[15:56 pm] ThatElvisSong: no, I don’t

[15:56 pm] ThatElvisSong: I was about to text you actually to ask you the same thing

[15:56 pm] ThatElvisSong: u okay tho?

[15:57 pm] DBluePal: yeah yeah, im fine, I know she didn’t meant it

[15:58 pm] DBluePal: im just worried about her

[15:58 pm] ThatElvisSong: wait wait wait

[15:58 pm] ThatElvisSong: dude, today is that day

[16:00 pm] DBluePal: what

[16:00 pm] DBluePal: shit, today was her lab exam

[16:00 pm] DBluePal: with Mr. Sendak

[16:00 pm] ThatElvisSong: do you think something happened???

[16:01 pm] DBluePal: I mean, I don’t think so?? She probably nailed the exam, she’s pidge come on

[16:01 pm] ThatElvisSong: yah, but you know how Mr. Sendak pisses her off

[16:02 pm] ThatElvisSong: remember how she almost punched him when he poked at Matt’s leg prosthetic

[16:02 pm] ThatElvisSong: matt wasn’t even out of his coma and the Dick dared to poked at that

[16:02 pm] DBluePal: don’t remind me, it took all of me to hold her down and not punch him myself

[16:02 pm] ThatElvisSong: you at home?

[16:02 pm] DBluePal: no, im at the station

[16:02 pm] DBluePal: but im heading home now

[16:03 pm] ThatElvisSong: okay, I will talk to her in the meantime

[16:03 pm] DBluePal: okay that’s fine

[16:03 pm] DBluePal: I think we will need a cuddling session tonight

[16:03 pm] ThatElvisSong: I think yeah

[16:04 pm] DBluePal: im gonna pick some peanut butter muffin from Coran’s on the way

[16:04 pm] DBluePal: that might cheer her up

[16:04 pm] ThatElvisSong: got it

[16:04 pm] ThatElvisSong: drive safe

[16:05 pm] DBluePal: always my dude

ThatElvisSong >>> NotPokemon

[16:17 pm] ThatElvisSong: pidge

[16:17 pm] NotPokemon: I know I know I know

[16:17 pm] NotPokemon: I was way out of line

[16:17 pm] NotPokemon: I fucking suck

[16:17 pm] NotPokemon: I just …fuck!

[16:17 pm] ThatElvisSong: okay, firstly, I need you to take a deep breath

[16:17 pm] ThatElvisSong: and realize that none of us are mad ok?

[16:18 pm] NotPokemon: …okayok

[16:18 pm] ThatElvisSong: we just want to know whats up

[16:19 pm] NotPokemon: it just that fucking professor

[16:19 pm] NotPokemon: he can’t fucking deal with the fact that someone’s smarter than him

[16:19 pm] NotPokemon: he fucking pokes at the students’ insecurities and make them feel less and it’s so frustrating not being able to fight back!!!

[16:19 pm] NotPokemon: but fuck, hunk, I fucking lashed out at lance bc of that Dick, im sooo mad about that

[16:20 pm] ThatElvisSong: hey come on, I just talked to lance

[16:20 pm] ThatElvisSong: he’s just worried about you

[16:20 pm] NotPokemon: fuck, I fucking lash out at him and he’s worried???

[16:20 pm] NotPokemon: hunk he’s a fucking saint

[16:21 pm] ThatElvisSong: just apologize, pidge,

[16:21 pm] ThatElvisSong: I mean, I know he already forgave you but still

[16:21 pm] NotPokemon: yeah yeah of course

[16:21 pm] NotPokemon: im just waiting for him to come through that door

[16:21 pm] NotPokemon: I really am sorry, hunk

[16:21 pm] ThatElvisSong: I know pidge, and it’s okay

[17:34 pm] ThatElvisSong: my class is over

[17:34 pm] ThatElvisSong: im on my way to the apartment now

[17:34 pm] NotPokemon: okay, noted

[17:35 pm] ThatElvisSong: did you guys settled everything down?

[17:36 pm] NotPokemon: ???

[17:36 pm] NotPokemon: whatcha mean?

[17:36 pm] ThatElvisSong: ??? u know, Lance said we were having a cuddling party tonight

[17:36 pm] ThatElvisSong: didn’t he tell you?

[17:36 pm] NotPokemon: lance hasn’t come home yet?

[17:36 pm] NotPokemon: I though he was at the station?

[17:36 pm] ThatElvisSong: no, he left a little after keith’s hour started

[17:36 pm] ThatElvisSong: he told me he was at the library but was on his way to the apartment

[17:36 pm] NotPokemon: …where is he then

[17:39 pm] ThatElvisSong: he’s not answering my calls

[17:39 pm] NotPokemon: oh my god, HUNK where is HE???

[17:39 pm] ThatElvisSong: let’s check with the others, maybe they know?

ThatElvisSong >>> Voltron’s Five Limbs + Two Ears

[17:41 pm] ThatElvisSong: hey guys,

[17:41 pm] NotPokemon: LANCE’S MISSING

[17:41 pm] ThatElvisSong: pidge

[17:41 pm] NotPokemon: IM JUST REALLY WORRIED OK

[17:42 pm] SpaceDad: What’s happening?

[17:43 pm] AlteaQueen: Ok, what’s happening

[17:44 pm] ThatElvisSong: we can’t get a hold of lance

[17:44 pm] ThatElvisSong: I talked to him like an hour and a half ago and he told me he was on his way to the apartment

[17:44 pm] NotPokemon: but he never arrived??? I was there the whole time and he never came

[17:44 pm] ThatElvisSong: and he’s not answering any of my calls

[17:45 pm] NotPokemon: or my texts

[17:45 pm] SpaceDad: Guys, relax, maybe his battery died

[17:45 pm] ThatElvisSong: but he doesn’t go out without his extra one, you know

[17:45pm] AlteaQueen: I’m calling him, hang on

[17:46 pm] ThatElvisSong: maybe he’s at Coran’s?

[17:46 pm] NotPokemon: @CORAN

[17:47 pm] TheGorgeousMan: Yes?

[17:47 pm] NotPokemon: LANCE’S MISSING, HE WITH YOU?

[17:48 pm] TheGorgeousMan: What? No. the last time I saw him was around four? He ordered Pidge’s special and then left.

[17:53 pm] AlteaQueen: Guys, meet me at the Altean’s Memorial Hospital

[17:53 pm] ThatElvisSong: what why

[17:53 pm] AlteaQueen: Lance has been in an accident

[17:53 pm] ThatElvisSong: oh my god

[17:53 pm] NotPokemon: what

[17:54 pm] TheGorgeousMan: I’m on my way

[17:54 pm] AlteaQueen: Shiro, cut the channel, this is an emergency

[17:54 pm] SpaceDad: On it

[17:57 pm] HalfAlien: um, what the hell??? Shiroo???? You freaking cut me off in the middle of a breakthrough????

[17:57 pm] SpaceDad: Keith and I will meet you there guys

[17:57 pm] HalfAlien: wait what, where

[17:59 pm] HalfAlien: WAIT WAIT, WHAT

[18:00 pm] HalfAlien: WHERE’S LANCE

[18:00 pm] HalfAlien: GUYS WHAT HAPPENED?

[18:04 pm] HalfAlien: ALLURA

[18:05 pm] AlteaQueen: Keith, it’s okay, it’s fine, just go with Shiro, ok? I’m already at the hospital

[18:05 pm] HalfAlien: WHAT HAPPENED TO LANCE???

[18:05 pm] AlteaQueen: I don’t know yet, that’s what I’m trying to find out

[18:05 pm] AlteaQueen: I already have my dad on the case, ok? We’re going to find out Keith

[18:11 pm] NotPokemon: we are here

[18:11 pm] NotPokemon: hunk’s just parking the car

[18:12 pm] AlteaQueen: We are at the waiting room guys

[18:12 pm] HalfAlien: oh my god, oh my god

[18:12 pm] HalfAlien: we aren’t even half way there????? FUCK

[18:12 pm] HalfAlien: allura, please, pelase please pelase, tell me he’s okay

[18:14 pm] ThatElvisSong: keith, it’s okay, she’s talking with her dad, he says Lance’s about to go into surgery

[18:14 pm] HalfAlien: WHAT SURGERY, WHY SURGEY???

[18:14 pm] HalfAlien: WHAT HAPPENED TO YM BOYFRIEND HUNK

[18:15 pm] ThatElvisSong: we will explain once you guys get here

[18:15 pm] HalfAlien: Is he at least okay??????

[18:17 pm] HalfAlien: hunk?

[18:18 pm] HalfAlien: hunk please

[18:18 pm] ThatElvisSong: im sorry keith

[18:18 pm] HalfAlien: why are you telling me that

[18:18 pm] HalfAlien: why aren’t you telling me that he’s okay

[18:19 pm] TheGorgeousMan: Keith, lad, remember that trick I taught you?

[18:19 pm] HalfAlien: coran not now

[18:19 pm] TheGorgeousMan: Keith

[18:20 pm] HalfAlien: count to five and think something nice, count to five and think something nicer count to ten and think of something you love

[18:20 pm] HalfAlien: I can’t exactly do that when something nice is lance’s smile, when something nicer is lance’s laugh and when something I love is lance

[18:20 pm] HalfAlien: I don’t know if he’s okay fuck please

[18:20 pm] TheGorgeousMan: Try then

[18:20 pm] TheGorgeousMan: Because you aren’t going to be much help to lance if you can’t control yourself, young man

[18:20 pm] HalfAlien: I’m

[18:20 pm] HalfAlien: im sorry

[18:21 pm] TheGorgeousMan: Do the trick

[18:21 pm] HalfAlien: okayokay

[18:45 pm] SpaceDad: Thanks Coran

[18:45 pm] SpaceDad: We are on the parking lot, we are on our way

[18:45 pm] TheGorgeousMan: Good

[18:45 pm] TheGorgeousMan: Alfor just went inside the room

[18:45 pm] TheGorgeousMan: Now all we gotta do is wait

[18:45 pm] TheGorgeousMan: I’m gonna talk with the police man, alright? And then head to the observatory to watch over the surgery

[18:46 pm] SpaceDad: Got it

[18:46 pm] SpaceDad: I will stay with the bunch

NotPokemon >>> HalfAlien

[20:58 pm] NotPokemon: keith

[21:04 pm] HalfAlien: what what? Sorry, I didn’t feel my phone vibration

[21:04 pm] HalfAlien: whats up?

[21:04 pm] NotPokemon: im sorry

[21:04 pm] HalfAlien: ?? pidge what?

[21:04 pm] NotPokemon: it was my fault lance left the library earlier

[21:04 pm] NotPokemon: it was because of me he went to coran for that stupid muffin to cheer me up

[21:04 pm] NotPokemon: it was my fault that he was on his car on his way back from the bakery and that a fucking drunk ass hit him on a green light

[21:04 pm] NotPokemon: it my fucking fault and now we don’t even know if he’s going to make it

[21:04 pm] NotPokemon: im sor sorry keith

[21:04 pm] NotPokemon: its all my fucking fault and I cant

[21:05 pm] NotPokemon: Im not strong enough, I almost lost matt

[21:05 pm] NotPokemon: now im fucking losing lance too

[21:05 pm] NotPokemon: I can’t I just can’t

[21:05 pm] HalfAlien: pidge

[21:05 pm] HalfAlien: I need you to read me right now

[21:05 pm] HalfAlien: do I have your full attention?

[21:06 pm] NotPokemon: im sorry keith

[21:06 pm] HalfAlien: pidge, please

[21:08 pm] HalfAlien: pidge, honey, come on

[21:08 pm] NotPokemon: okayok, im reading, sorry

[21:08 pm] HalfAlien: it wasn’t your fault

[21:08 pm] HalfAlien: I can see you typing, stop that

[21:08 pm] HalfAlien: it wasn’t your fault. None of it.

[21:08 pm] NotPokemon: I fucking snapped at him

[21:08 pm] NotPokemon: it wasn’t HIS fault my professor’s a dick and that I cant handle my emotions well

[21:08 pm] NotPokemon: I fucking drove him to his death keith!

[21:08 pm] HalfAlien: pidge, lance cares for you

[21:08 pm] HalfAlien: you’re like a sister to him, you know this

[21:08 pm] HalfAlien: of course he was worried about you

[21:09 pm] NotPokemon: I don’t fucking deserve it

[21:09 pm] HalfAlien: He loves you

[21:09 pm] NotPokemon: stop

[21:09 pm] HalfAlien: I love you

[21:09 pm] NotPokemon: keith

[21:09 pm] HalfAlien: all of us love you

[21:09 pm] HalfAlien: it wasn’t your fault

[21:10 pm] HalfAlien: I don’t believes so

[21:10 pm] HalfAlien: hunk doesn’t neither, or does allura or coran or shiro or matt

[21:10 pm] HalfAlien: definitely not lance, that’s for sure

[21:11 pm] NotPokemon: im just

[21:11 pm] NotPokemon: im just so scared keith

[21:11 pm] HalfAlien: welcome to the club buddy

[21:11 pm] HalfAlien: but here’s the good news

[21:11 pm] HalfAlien: we are in this together

[21:11 pm] HalfAlien: he’s gonna pull through pidge

[21:11 pm] NotPokemon: how do you know

[21:11 pm] HalfAlien: because he’s a stubborn ass

[21:11 pm] HalfAlien: and he hasn’t watched Supernatural’s newest season

[21:12 pm] HalfAlien: there no way he’s missing that shit

[21:12 pm] HalfAlien: and I will kick him if he ever leaves me

[21:12 pm] HalfAlien: I saw that twitch in your mouth

[21:12 pm] NotPokemon: shut up

[21:12 pm] HalfAlien: I heard that snicker

[21:13 pm] NotPokemon: oh ym god

[21:13 pm] HalfAlien: come here, mini genius

SpaceDad >>> AlteaQueen

[20:42 pm] SpaceDad: Any news?

[20:44 pm] AlteaQueen: Not yet but it seems everything’s going smoothly according to Coran

[20:45 pm] AlteaQueen: He’s supervising the surgery from above

[20:45 pm] SpaceDad: That’s good

[20:45 pm] AlteaQueen: Did you talk to Lance’s parents?

[20:47 pm] SpaceDad: Yeah, they will arrive tomorrow morning tops

[20:47 pm] AlteaQueen: Good

[20:48 pm] AlteaQueen: I was

[20:48 pm] AlteaQueen: I was really worried Shiro          

[20:48 pm] SpaceDad: I know princess

[20:48 pm] SpaceDad: Me too

[20:50 pm] AlteaQueen: I’m still so scared for him

[20:50 pm] AlteaQueen: This is lance we are talking about

[20:50 pm] SpaceDad: I know

[20:50 pm] SpaceDad: But that’s also why we know he’s going to pull through

[20:50 pm] AlteaQueen:  You’re right

[20:50 pm] AlteaQueen: He’s going to be fine

[20:57 pm] AlteaQueen: Has Keith calmed down?

[20:58 pm] SpaceDad: Yeah

[20:58 pm] SpaceDad: He seems to be calmer now

[20:58 pm] SpaceDad: He’s just staring into the wall

[21:06 pm] SpaceDad: Wait wait

[21:06 pm] SpaceDad: He’s texting?

[21:06 pm] SpaceDad: Oh oh, I think him and pidge are texting

[21:09 pm] SpaceDad: Something serious?

[21:12 pm] SpaceDad: Pidge’s crying???

[21:12 pm] SpaceDad: Oh okay, apparently I don’t have to internvine

[21:13 pm] SpaceDad: They are hugging

[21:14 pm] SpaceDad: thegrumpykittenshug.jpg

[21:14 pm] AlteaQueen: Well, that’s one problem down

[21:14 pm] SpaceDad: I would say

[21:14 pm] AlteaQueen: What about Hunk?

[21:14 pm] SpaceDad: He’s taking a power nap

[21:34 pm] SpaceDad: He just snored

[21:34 pm] SpaceDad: and woke himself up

[21:34 pm] AlteaQueen: Classic

ThatElvisSong >>> Voltron’s Five Limbs + Two Ears

[21:42 pm] ThatElvisSong: Hey guys, im going to the cafeteria

[21:42 pm] ThatElvisSong: Anyone wants something?

[21:42 pm] AlteaQueen: Coffee

[21:42 pm] SpaceDad: Granola bar

[21:42 pm] NotPokemon: peanut butter bar

[21:42 pm] HalfAlien: alcohol

[21:42 pm] SpaceDad: Keith

[21:42 pm] HalfAlien: apple juice*

[21:43 pm] ThatElvisSong: got it

[21:43 pm] ThatElvisSong: let me know if there are any news

[21:43 pm] SpaceDad: You got it

[22:02 pm] AlteaQueen: Okay, dad just arrived

[22:02 pm] AlteaQueen: Lance’s okay

[22:02 pm] AlteaQueen: He’s resting now

[22:02 pm] AlteaQueen: Coran’s with him right now

[22:03 pm] AlteaQueen: Hunk, meet us at his room, A341

[22:03 pm] AlteaQueen: it’s on the east wing, the private section

[22:03 pm] ThatElvisSong: got it

[22:14 pm] SpaceDad: Ok gang, we must be real quiet

[22:14 pm] SpaceDad: We don’t want him to wake up, ok? He needs his rest

[22:14 pm] SpaceDad: So we are texting to communicate ok?

[22:14 pm] ThatElvisSong: of course

[22:14 pm] AlteaQueen: Yes

[22:15 pm] TheGorgeousMan: That’s alright

[22:17 pm] NotPokemon: ..can i

[22:17 pm] NotPokemon: can I be with him? Is that okay?

[22:17 pm] ThatElvisSong: pidge, keith already climb on the bed with him like a koala

[22:17 pm] ThatElvisSong: im pretty sure you can too

[22:17 pm] SpaceDad: Just be careful

[22:17 pm] AlteaQueen: And gentle

[22:17 pm] HalfAlien: come here, pidgey

[22:17 pm] HalfAlien: you know how lance gets when he’s not cuddling

27/FEB/2017

DBluePal >>> Voltron’s Five Limbs + Two Ears

[3:01 am] DBluePal: MySpacefpm.jpg

[3:01 am] DBluePal: you guys look adorable in that cuddle pile

[3:01 am] DBluePal: LikeKittens.jpg

[3:01 am] DBluePal: btw, look at this adorableness’???

[3:01 am] DBluePal: the two grumpies of the group

[3:01 am] DBluePal: keith and pidge

[3:01 am] DBluePal: cuddling on both of my sides

[3:01 am] DBluePal: can you believe????

[3:01 am] DBluePal: im blessed

[3:01 am] DBluePal: and im totally taking advantage of you guys sleeping for black mail

[3:02 am] DBluePal: bc im so drugged rn lol

[3:02 am] DBluePal: kinda bc I can type YO!

[3:02 am] DBluePal: Superhero Lance that types while drugged

[3:02 am] DBluePal: wait wait, why do I have a cast on my leg???

[3:02 am] DBluePal: and oh my god, I know I said it was adorable

[3:02 am] DBluePal: but keith’s drooling on my shoulder

[3:02 am] DBluePal: im fucking spaming you all until one of you wake up and wipe that off

[3:05 am] DBluePal: SHIRO I SAW YOU TIWCHED

[3:05 am] SpaceDad: Oh ym god who is talking this hour

[3:05 am] DBluePal: the one who came back from the death PULL HIS DROOL OFF ME

[3:05 am] SpaceDad: LANCE?

[3:05 am] DBluePal: SHIRO THE DROOOL

[3:09 am] DBluePal: thanks

[3:10 am] DBluePal: nono, wait, don’t pull HIM away, I want my bf with me

[3:10 am] DBluePal: I just don’t want his drool

[3:10 am] DBluePal: yeh, like that, thts perfect

[3:11 am] DBluePal: take a picture

[3:12 am] SpaceDad: AwTwoSleepingKittensAndAInjuriedOne.jpg

[3:13 am] DBluePal: thaaanks

[3:14 am] SpaceDad: No problem

[3:14 am] SpaceDad: I’m glad you are okay buddy

[3:14 am] SpaceDad: You had us worried for a second

[3:14 am] DBluePal: im sorry

[3:14 am] SpaceDad: It’s alright, buddy, we’re just glad you’re okay

[3:14 am] AlteaQueen: I CAUGHT THAT MOMENT

[3:14 am] AlteaQueen: SpacedadAndSpacesonHugAndForeheadKiss.jpg

[3:14 am] AlteaQueen: Adorable

[3:14 am] AlteaQueen: Lance, sweetie, do you want me to call my dad?

[3:15 am] DBluePal: no, its fine

[3:15 am] DBluePal: I just cant talk much, I prefer to text

[3:15 am] DBluePal: but im feeling fine

[3:15 am] AlteaQueen: Okay sweetheart

[3:16 am] AlteaQueen: But try to get some sleep??

[3:16 am] DBluePal: okayokay

[3:17 am] DBluePal: you guys wont leave right?

[3:17 am] AlteaQueen: Never

[3:17 am] SpaceDad: Never

[3:17 am] DBluePal: <3

HalfAlien >>> DBluePal

[8:15 am] HalfAlien: you scared me

[8:15 am] HalfAlien: I was so scared lance

[8:15 am] DBluePal: im sorry, cielo

[8:15 am] HalfAlien: please never do this again I don’t think I can

[8:15 am] HalfAlien: please

[8:15 am] DBluePal: amor, it’s okay. I’m okay. We’re okay

[8:17 am] DBluePal: come on

[8:17 am] DBluePal: let me see that beautiful smile

[8:19 am] DBluePal: keeeeeiiiith hooooneeeeey

[8:20 am] DBluePal: I saw that twitch!

[8:21 am] DBluePal: god, look at that bright glow in your face

[8:21 am] DBluePal: you’re honest to god the most beuaitful star in the whole damn universe

[8:21 am] DBluePal: you’re my star, babe, today, tomorrow and always

[8:21 am] HalfAlien: and you’re my sun

[8:21 am] HalfAlien: so please never leave

[8:21 am] DBluePal: I told you

[8:21 am] DBluePal: I wont ever leave you, amor

[8:21 am] HalfAlien: I love you

[8:21 am] DBluePal: I love you too

[8:24 am] HalfAlien: wait what did you said in the group?

[8:24 am] DBluePal: uuh

[8:26 am] HalfAlien: I don’t DROOL

[8:27 am] HalfAlien: LANCE

[8:27 am] DBluePal: BABE WE WERE HAVING A MOMENT

[8:27 am] DBluePal: A BONDING MOMENT

[8:27 am] DBluePal: U WERE CRADLING ME IN YOUR ARMS

[8:28 am] HalfAlien: …

[8:28 am] HalfAlien: ok come here

[8:28 am] HalfAlien: you’re lucky I love you

[8:29 am] HalfAlien: I really really do

[8:29 am] DBluePal: and you have no idea how thankful I am every day for that

[8:30 am] DBluePal: I really really love you too

NotPokemon >>> DBluePal

[4:38 am] NotPokemon: Im sorry

[5:58 am] NotPokemon: im sorry

[7:18 am] NotPokemon: im sorry m sorry im

[8:33 am] NotPokemon: im sorry m sorry im sorry im sorry im sor

[8:35 am] DBluePal: holy shit, pidge wha

[8:35 am] NotPokemon: LANCE! I’m sory1!!1!

[8:35 am] DBluePal: pidge

[8:35 am] NotPokemon: im sorry lance

[8:36 am] DBluePal: beautiful

[8:36 am] NotPokemon: im so sorry I can’t I Just

[8:36 am] DBluePal: I love you, pidgey

[8:38 am] DBluePal: honey, no, don’t cry, come here

[8:38 am] DBluePal: come ooon, if I can deal with keith’s drool I can deal with your snot

[8:39 am] DBluePal: you hiccup like a kitten pidge

[8:41 am] DBluePal: look at the cute little red nose

[8:41 am] DBluePal: *poking said cute red nose*

[8:43 am] DBluePal: there’s that tiny laugh

[8:43 am] NotPokemon: gosh lance

[8:43 am] DBluePal: I love you pidge

[8:43 am] NotPokemon: I love you too lance

[8:43 am] DBluePal: and there’s nothing to forgive

[8:43 am] DBluePal: none of it was your fault, ok?

[8:43 am] DBluePal: I need you to understand that, beautiful

[8:43 am] DBluePal: please say you unsderstand

[8:44 am] NotPokemon: but i

[8:44 am] DBluePal: none.of.this.was.your.fault

[8:44 am] NotPokemon: ok

[8:44 am] NotPokemon: okayokayokay

[8:44 am] NotPokemon: you’re my brother u know

[8:44 am] NotPokemon: and I love you so so much I need you to know

[8:44 am] DBluePal: oh pidge

[8:44 am] DBluePal: I have always known

[8:45 am] DBluePal: <3<3<3

[8:45 am] NotPokemon: <333

ThatElvisSong >>> Voltron’s Five Limbs + Two Ears

[8:50 am] ThatElvisSong: KlanceCraddle.jpg

[8:50 am] ThatElvisSong: LidgeHug&Tears.jpg

[8:51 am] HalfAlien: HanceHug&Waterfall.jpg

[8:51 am] AlteaQueen: CoransFavNephew.jpg

[8:52 am] SpaceDad: TheOneWhereMattPhotoBooms.jpg

[8:54 am] SpaceDad: GroupSelfieWithTheInjuried.jpg

[8:55 am] ThatElvisSong: VoltronFamily.jpg

[8:56 am] DBluePal: I love you guys

[8:56 am] DBluePal: but can someone get me a new shirt? Keith’s drool smells

[8:57 am] HalfAlien: u know what

[8:57 am] HalfAlien: just for that im drooling on your pillow tonight

[8:58 am] DBluePal: BABE

[8:58 am] SpaceDad: and the universe kept its course

[allofbeercom]

Trump says he is ‘kicking ass’ in Florida – but will his crowds vanish at the polls?

Polls have shown that the Republican frontrunner is leading the pack, but many attending a rally for him this week said they were just there for the show

Donald Trump looked across a crowd of 12,000 screaming people on Wednesday night and, for just a moment, he seemed shocked by his own success.

Trump is kicking ass in Florida, he said. Can you believe it?

If Trump is splitting the Republican party, the fault line runs across Floridas geographic corner. People here say of the southern peninsula, the farther south you go, the more north you get its a land of snowbirds and retirees and New Yorkers. But the states panhandle, to the west, identifies more closely with neighbors Alabama and Georgia, and with hunters and military veterans.

Trump knows how to find an audience. He made his first Florida campaign stop at the Pensacola Bay Center, in the far west of the state, surrounded by numerous naval and air force bases. His strategy became clear as a series of introductory speakers took the stage. They included retired naval captain Allen Brady, who spent six years as a prisoner in Vietnams infamous Hanoi Hilton, and retired army ranger Gary ONeal, who claims that he once decapitated a man with his bare hands, then threw the head at another enemy. He told the crowd how he bled on seven continents, which quieted the room for a moment while people did the math to include Antarctica.

The clearest outline of Trumps appeal came from Kathryn Gates-Skipper, the first female marine to fight in combat. She talked about her veteran husbands struggle to claim benefits after a duty-related injury, and then leaned into the microphone. Donald J Trump is gonna fight for his veterans, right? The crowd exploded.

After the introductions, the Bay Centers speaker system pumped out Eye of the Tiger, and Trump emerged to the sort of screaming welcome usually reserved for boy bands. He worked his way slowly toward the podium, arriving halfway through the second verse.

Amazing! Amazing! he said.

His speech lasted about 70 minutes and he did not use a teleprompter. Instead he roamed across subjects in what has become his trademark campaign style, offering broad declarations:

Really dishonest people. Bad people, he said, gesturing to the press area.

Later: The Persians are great negotiators.

And: So we have a president whos African American. Great. I love that.

And: Theyre great people, the evangelicals.

And of Mexico: One way or another, mark my words, theyre gonna pay for the wall.

The declarations came in packets, in call-and-response form, so the crowd could respond with boos (Persians) and cheers (the wall). The talk didnt arrive at any destination or offer any solutions, but the general theme was of toughness and winning, about leveraging Americas might against China, Mexico, Iraq, Iran, Europe in general, Syrian refugees, and the audio engineer who installed Trumps microphone.

I dont like this mic, he said midway through the speech. Whoever the hell brought this mic system, dont pay the son of a bitch that put it in Dont pay em. Dont pay em. You know, I believe in paying, but when somebody does a bad job like this stupid mic you shouldnt pay the bastard. Terrible. Terrible. Its true. And youve gotta be tough with your people So, were not going to pay. I guarantee, Im not paying for this mic.

The crowd cheered wildly: hes tough on audio issues.

There was one brief scuffle with protesters, who chanted Fuck Trump and waved a poster bearing his name and a giant middle finger. But Trumps security force, which was pervasive, hustled them from the auditorium in seconds. Most people didnt seem to realize anything had happened.

What remains unclear is whether any of it the crowds, the declarations, the cheers will mean anything in voting booths. In November, a Florida Atlantic University poll found Trump leading the Republican pack at 36%, far ahead of Senator Marco Rubio of Florida at 18% and the states former governor Jeb Bush, at just 8.9%. But many in the Pensacola crowd said they just came to the rally for a show.

Casey Geloneck, a young pilot from the Pensacola area, said he didnt plan to vote for Trump, but came for the spectacle, mostly, and to hear what he has to say.

Is there anything Trump could say to win his vote?

Yeah. Gimme some details. Any kind of plan, Geloneck said. Hes all about the platitudes. Thats asking me to trust someone without knowing what hes going to do.

In the end, he said, he expects hell vote for Rubio.

That was common, among even the supporters waving Trump placards; they wanted to vote for someone else but came to see the show, especially considering Trumps commanding lead in polls over other Republican candidates. I planned to vote for Ben Carson, said Marcello Caridi, who runs a ministry in Pensacola and said Carsons spiritual side appealed to him. But its just not happening.

The day before Trumps appearance in Florida, Barack Obama made an oblique but clear reference to Trump in his final State of the Union address, saying: Thats not telling it like it is. Its just wrong. It diminishes us in the eyes of the world, which may not be surprising from an outgoing president.

But then South Carolinas governor, Nikki Haley, a rising Republican star, delivered the mainstream GOP response and stiff-armed Trump just as firmly. Some people think that you have to be the loudest voice in the room to make a difference, she said. Thats just not true.

Her speech signaled a shift in the party, and it didnt escape the attendees at Trumps rally. The establishment seems to be saying, We dont want any part of that, Geloneck said.

After the rally, a small group of protesters assembled on a sidewalk outside the Bay Center. They decried Trumps plan to temporarily ban all Muslims from entering the country. A Trump supporter emerged from the building and immediately clashed with the knot of protesters: A buddy of mine died two months ago, courtesy of who? The hajis, he shouted, using battlefield slang for Muslims. His name was Andy Kermpy, and he wore a military haircut and camouflage jacket Trumps targeted demographic for the night.

What if I told you I was Muslim? the protester shouted back.

Id say Im sorry, you want to go out and get some bacon?

Kermpy walked away, yelling toward the sky, Bikinis! Bacon! And beer!

But a few minutes later, asked whether he plans to vote for Trump, Kermpy dialed back his bravado. Ill say, I love the guy to death, he said.

So hell vote for Trump?

I wanted Ben Carson, he said, almost whispering. He was a childhood hero of mine, as a brain surgeon. But he doesnt have the funding and the connections.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/trump-says-he-is-kicking-ass-in-florida-but-will-his-crowds-vanish-at-the-polls/

[dogjaws2]

the older i get: the more i find myself writing things about how i am getting older.. And The more I find myself saying things like, "the older I get, _____" like I've won my right to wax poetic about growing. Growth. The transition from one dimension of suffering, to another. Only in the beginning, it doesn't seem like suffering. I don't know. The older I get, the more I suffer. I just accept it now. And Parts of me still fight, but my brain is just like, "yo man that's just how it is going to be. Ok?. Ok." Accepting a reality that you don't agree with is hard. Its like your constantly hating the world and yet still choosing to live in it. The older I get, the more I realize I am just going to have to live through the shitty parts. there is a certain versatility to getting older though. where in, you stop caring so much about fitting into whatever fucking thing you were trying to fit into when you were young. Cool shit isn't really a priority anymore. Cool things become kind of like this bonus part of your life. Like oh hey wow that's really cool. Or at least that's how I feel. I feel like I used to be cool. Maybe that was an illusion. I feel like a loser now. And when I stumble into some cool shit I'm like oh dope I'm hip. What up. I don't know. I guess you become familiar with losing. Unless you're like a fucking jock or something. But You realize that the world can really fuck your shit up. It can take things from you, without asking. So you learn the hard way, that you gotta hold on to the good stuff.. even though sometimes the good stuff is slippery. Sometimes the good stuff doesn't want you to hold on to it. Where am I going with this. Fitting in. You don't put the effort into it like you used to. You're to busy to worry about fitting into some mould. Fuck the moulds man, the moulds are the devil. You want to be the cool guy with the leather jacket and cigarette, nah man that's a hollow fucking identity. With any luck, you start to develop a sort of moral integrity that acts as a compass in social situations. Should I stay and do cocaine all night with these 3 sketchy people? Or should I go home and sleep. Well lets do the math. What do I want out of life. What do I need to do tmrw. Who do I want to be? Morally speaking, is this a good idea? I don't know. The older I get, the more I realize that I have all these great ideas about how to help myself, but I never actually follow through on any of them. You know? Like I end up staying and doing the Cocaine with the 3 sketchy people. Because I cling to the fun side of things still and that's not always practical but its hard to have fun now in days and so when I have the option I'm like fuck ya. I don't know. The older I get the more I realize I don't follow through on things. Getting older has this versatility though, that's where I think I was beginning with this whole thing. Like listening to music for instance. I just have this crazy ability to listen to whatever the fuck I want, and not worry about what anybody else will think. its the effort that starts to slip, i think. i used to be stuck listening to certain genres like a sucker because i thought it had some affect on how others might view me. Seriously. Like I wanted to be perceived a certain way so I had to edit my life accordingly. I couldn't listen to country music because it would mean I'm not cool. Not that I want to listen to country music now but you know what I mean. I'll listen to anything now, because I don't feel like the music I listen to, reflects that much information about me. The only people that would judge me on my music tastes are assholes, and see then fuck those people anyways, right? And yet people are still sooo particular about their music. Like is tied into their ego. Like if you put on the wrong song, you're a loser. sometimes its like its tied into their ego. and i get that, you wanna be about your interests. You wanna seem metal or punk or- eventually you realize that there are things you need to hate, and things you dont. feelings are involuntary most of the time, but experience allows you to develop some sort of clarity in regards to when and where you want to feel stuff. at least thats what i pretend. And so I have stopped hating genres of music, because I feel like that's a waste of time. I know this guy who acts like he knows the best music. Only him. Like if you put on a song and he doesn't like it, he's like all snobby about it and its like. Fuck off. You're being an asshole. I used to be like that but man I have since then learned to appreciate a wide variety of music. I feel like the older I get, the more accepting I am of lots of things. And maybe that is because most of the things I didn't accept when I was young, I was taught not to accept. So somebody else was forming my opinion. I saw somebody else do something and I thought ok ya me too. But when you get older you start really taking stock in your individual tastes in things. You start investing in your own preferences, and its fine and fun to go your own way. When you are young, and you try to stray from the pack, people criticize you for it. I remember people saying to me, "oh you're just trying to be different" "oh Greg always has to be different" and its like, fuckin eh. I was trying to follow my own nose. I was trying to listen to myself instead of just doing what everyone else was doing but it's lonely sometimes. And that's why people always come back to their egos because they feel like it protects them from loneliness. They feel like it insulates them from being looked at as a weirdo. I invested so much time into my ego when I was a kid. Because that's what you think will help you get laid. But Its so liberating to just let go of all those expectations. I can put on spice girls in my truck and fucking blast it with the windows down and roll down the street and not even give a care. When did that happen and like how did that happen? Why was I so afraid when I was a kid. Is that just like part of it? Like you follow the group for survival, and then you realize you can survive on your own so you start celebrating that fact? anyways, i feel like i can listen to anything, freely now. and in part, that is also due to the fact that music is literally accessible from my pocket. it takes me about 34 seconds to find the song i want to listen to. and if i feel like looking for new music, there are limitless opportunities for me to discover new bands. But to be honest, half the time im just trying to remember all the songs that have slipped away from me. all the music i used to listen to, before mp3's were the norm. or at least, all the music that was on my computer, 6 computers ago. and if im not trying to trace those songs down, im looking up new songs, by those old bands. i feel like music should just stop for awhile so i can catch up on all the old stuff. it shouldnt even be an option that you can listen to a single song by itself. it should be the entire album or nothing.like a record. I should buy records. i have heard one song, by 3 million different bands. And I feel badly about that. Maybe the rest of their music is fantastic? But I'm so busy listening to 6 thousand other bands that I only have time for this one song. No that's not true actually I have tried to listen to some albums in full, and in realizing there is only one song i like, i develop a sort of hatred for the band. like, uh ok so i spent 30 mins on this shit and there's nothing catchy. This band sucks. Although I would never say that. okay so then i take back what i said about how you should have to listen to the full album. the fact that you can look up a single song and download it and sing along to it and show your friends and maybe even put it on in the car or at a party and dance to it, thats so cool. and so ya anything goes now. i was looking through the archives of old music blogs i used to visit, and found some 2006 shit and it brought me back man. 10 years ago. i found all these songs and bands that i listened to back then, but never really understood the lyrics to. But now when I listen to that music, with a better understanding of the world, it all sounds a little different. The same. But different, like I can extract more meaning from it or I can see the desperate parts more clearly. also, there was obviously this big high of nostalgia. because it reminded me of myself, back then. in 2006. i graduated in 2006 and life was so fucking different. and its fun to have an excuse to launch yourself back into those memories. some of those memories i never would have remembered had it not been for some of that music. the songs had latched onto the moments better than i had, you know? all of a sudden its like your watching this movie of yourself at 17 or 18, except its not a movie its just music but with that same amount of colour and motion. i can see my friends back then and my old house and i can feel the energy almost. i can feel where my head was at. like my brain is being put into an old shell of itself, but it expands and fits into it like a glove. like ice cubes freezing into a tray. and im there. i think everyone in the world has a love affair for the music from their youth. its got this really sad poetic glow to it, that you can only see when your looking at it from where you are now. there is a song somewhere that has lyrics about something like that "how you can only see the magic password when your looking at it backwards, or through a rear view mirror" or something like that i dont know. and i like that idea in itself, too. i like that idea of reflection. mainly because im at an age where it still feels fun, and not forced. im 28 so its kind of a stretch for me to sit there in a rocking chair and recall my teenage years. i see older people talk about when they where young and its depressing because they are so fucking far away from those days. its literally been a lifetime since they've done some of the shit they talk about. my youngness doesn't feel out of reach. and maybe im delusional because you obviously cant travel back in time, but it still kinda feels like i can talk about it without people rolling their eyes at me. for the record, i do like hearing older people talk about their youth, i know i will get old too. and i dont mean to sound like a hypocrite but. now that i am older. ish. 28. i can listen to anything i want. and that same sort of freedom can be translated to other parts of my life as well. i can eat what i want. i can say what i want. both obviously have repercussions, but nobody will stop me. anything goes for me right now. i do have some financial limitations, and presently, some legal limitations, but nobody is telling me not to have chocolate cake for breakfast. nobody is telling me i can't talk about how trippy the human eye ball is. in fact, i've made it so that the people i spend most of my time with, accept most of the things i do and say. i've surrounded myself with friends that even encourage me. they support my ramblings. they think its cool that i eat chocolate cake. if they didnt think it was cool. i wouldnt hang out with them. Instead of vice versa. one thing i do care about still, is how i dress. it gives me great anxiety to get on the bus in a dirty shirt. i still have trouble finding pants that fit. i am self conscious about how i walk. i can't seem to stop worrying about my physical appearance. high school was way worse, but i just can't shake the feeling that people are paying attention to my outfits or my facial hair or my skinny elbows or my really skinny legs god do i hate my skinny fucking legs. And this is just me being honest. I fucking wish I didn't feel this way oh my god I wish I could just put on pants and a t shirt but nothing fucking fits properly. I see these people who walk into a store and grab the first shirt they see and it fits. I'm like woah how did you do that. Being tall and lanky is a fucking curse when it comes to clothing. maybe this is reflective of my own interest in others physicality. maybe it shows that i am still interested in what other people wear. if i can change my outward perspective, maybe i can change my inward perspective. im gonna work on that. it takes time to learn things about yourself. so much of your young life is spent just doing things because you want to. when you start to figure out why you want to do something. thats when things become complicated. then you develop this ability to feel guilty about your decisions. when you are young, you can avoid all that sort of emotional, moral, responsibility. but when you are older,ish, 28. you don't just see your face or your body in the mirror you see this whole entire life. you see everything its connected to, you see last night and you see the meeting you have tmrw morning and you see this fucking bill you really have to pay but you just cant afford it because you spent all your money on alcohol. again. I guess sometimes you can get away with a good hair day. sometimes you can be on some fucking weird trip that allows you to look in the mirror with confidence. and in those moments, its just a mirror. its just some shiny thing that lets you see how you look. maybe for that moment, you look how you want. sometimes you look in the mirror and you are content. but most of the time, you want something from yourself. when i think about the freedom i have now, vs the freedom i had when i was a kid, i stand on a fence. nobody tells me what to do anymore, but that is also kind of the scary part. i think that freedom to make your own decisions is much more important though, because that's where the individual begins. I miss having my dinner made for me and my food paid for but like i have way more options now. being young, i tried so hard to be this cool guy, that i wasn't even really myself. it was like i was creating a video game character. i was so into myself, that i could barely understand things that didn't somehow have to do with me. like a sunset. i saw it, but i wanted it to be about me somehow. i wanted someone to know i was seeing it or i had to be with someone to prove it was there, maybe? now i have found that i can experience moments in life, by myself and i can let them change me on their own. and that can be my interaction. that is enough on its own. But im not on some conquest to be lonely here either, thats not what im saying. even in moments with people, like the man at the store who i talk to for five minutes. i know ill never see him again and i know he cant do anything for me or my image or whatever, but i actually enjoy talking to him and learning about whatever the fuck it is hes saying. does that make sense? i dont need anything from it. i just enjoy the experience itself. there is that versatility again, like the music. i can listen to anything i want to right now and if someone was to look at me and say, "greg are you fucking listening to dmx," i would say fuck you man this music is what i want to listen to. and i would have conviction saying that. because i believe it. on that front, i have complete freedom. i feel like i can listen to anything. but my favourite thing to listen to, still seems to be, the music that i grew up with. Weird.

[kimicapucciny]

OK LETS MC FUCKING GO I HAVE LIKE 236253782587518752 HC RN

1. Hunk is an awesome cook thats canon so like, Rugg, as we both know, cant taste shit  but once she tries actual good food shes go ne and so on, sO IMAGINE HUNK COOKING FOR EVERYONE AND HER GETTING SO HYPED??? AND HUNK FEELS SO PROUD OF HIMSELF AND WOULD THEN ALWAYS ASK HER TO TRY HIS DISHES (because i mean with all dat alien stuff someones gotta try it) AND YEAH BON D I NG.

2. The cook and Hunk also bond I’m talking about cooking battles and exchanging receips for alien food

3. Hunk, Pidge and Rugg would totally bond over machines I M E AN

4. Pidge and Rugg get along really great too?? I mean, two space machine kids are bound to be friends. Pidge, master at coding and Rugg, master at building, work together to bring chaos to the palace aww yeeee

5. Pidge and Taru oh my  G O D ok so, put two smols together and u get the best lil shiets you’ll ever meet. They like to fuck around with Lance lol

6. Lance and Sindro would basically crash like Keith and Lance, but they somehow end up talking together about pick up lines??? And their experiences at flirting???? idk how but they end up being friends (’and then she dumped me’ ‘im so sorry bro’ ‘its ok bro’)

7. Sindro is a lil shit to Lance. Keith is a lil shit to Lance. They were m ea nt for each other. rip lance tbh

8. Yeah so like we might as well ship the captain and Allura. TWO BADASS AND CLASSY LADIES SITTING TOGETHER AND HAVING PERFECT TEA PARTIES AND EVERYONE IS SO OVERWHELMED LIKE OMG SUCH BEAUTY

9. They throw shade on their enemies together. Slay queens, enough said.

10. Shiro and the Captain share stressing stories from caring for their children and end up being best friends.

11. Not tea, but they bond over a cup of coffee. Cap and Shiro, best parents plus Allura. THE ULTIMATE SPACE PARENTS TRIO.

12. I feel like Taru would get along with Hunk too!!! He’s basically a Pidge but replace her love for hacking to love for insects and d o n e plus high jumping. IM GETTING THESE ‘Taru no!’ ‘Taru YES’ VIBES YO

13. Shiro loves Rugg she’s such a good kid why cant his children behave like her. (little does he know she can be a lil shit too lol)

14. Coran also loves Rugg because she’s the only one who will happily eat his creations and not act like they are repulsive at all. She’ll probably say she loves it and coran cries.

15. Keith can’t comprehend Rugg, but will give her a thumbs up when she rejects Lance’s advances in the most br u t al way (by not even realizing hes flirting rip lance again). Rugg is confused because the mullet guy will nod in approval in her direction? But she somehow feels good about herself when he does so so its fine xDDD

16. The Captain w i l l adopt Keith sorry young man but u gotta cut dat hair

17. Lance will, of course, try to flirt with both The Cap and Rugg but he shant succseed a t a l l

18. The Cap is just like ‘awww, nice try kiddo’

19. Rugg doesn’t even r e  a lize he’s flirting.  BUT RIP LANCE BECAUSE SHE SOMEHOW ENDS UP FLIRTING BACK WITHOUT KNOWING?? SHES JUST BEING GENUENLY HONEST?? ‘‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’‘ ‘‘Uh… I wouldn’t really know, did it hurt for you?’‘ *cue lance fainting lol i want them to be friends*

20. EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND THEY’RE ALL FRIENDS

@mast-french-toast

Karms like our soace fam should have a spin off where they meet the voltron crew

oh my god yes

Shiro and Captian would just sit and drink tea while they talk about their space children™ and omg Pidge and Taru would be best friends holy shitI could also see Rugg and Hunk being great friends!

and Sindro and lance would either hate each other or get along great