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[lynxfrost13]

^ this is THE HoltxSieben song to me I really don’t do enough with the fact that Holt can absolutely be a horrible old lady about her old comrade huh

[quodekash]

okay bitchessss now for episode 12 we are thoughts/reactions

look at his smile, hes so bbg

Q’S REACTION IM CRYING

BRO HE SSO FLUFFY RN

im losing it

phum announced to peem that he likes him in front of the entire group, and so peem instructed phum to hit on him

guys.

GUYS.

WE'RE PAST THIS POINT

YOU GUYS HAVE KISSED. SO MANY FUCKING TIMES.

ITS BEEN ESTABLISHED THAT YOU GUYS LIKE EACH OTHER ALREADY

I THINK WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT YOU LIKE EACH OTHER

WE WERE PAST THIS 7 FUCKING EPISODES AGO HOW ARE WE STILL HERE 😭

PUN BEING A BIRD DADDDD

HEMEANS SO MUVH TO ME

CHAIM’S HEREEEEE

theyre so in love with each other

theyre dating they just dont know it I swear

I LVOE FRIENDS TO LOVERS HOLT SHIT

im losing it

THE SONG IS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND 😭

I HAVE SO MUCH HOPE FOR THISNEPISODE

THEYRE SO PRETY AND IN LOVE 😭😭😭

Peem’s aunt being phum’s wingman is the best, I adore her so so much

Im gonna cry. Weve had this conversation. It’s been fucking clear that you like each other for SEVEN FUCKING EPISODES ever since you KISSED EACH OTHER UNDER THE NIGHT SKY on an IMPORTANT HOLIDAY, and LITERAL FUCKING FIREWORKS WENT OFF

and since then, you both have, on average, kissed more than once an episode

last episode you kissed at least 5 times but it might be more than that. the episode before that, you kissed 3 times. phum said to you last episode that he wants to be water, because being around water makes you feel good, and he wants to make you feel good. if i recall correctly, at the end of episode 10, he asked if you liked him, and you didnt respond. he kissed you. and then i think you asked him if he liked you, and he kissed you again, and asked if that was good enough of a response. so its PRETTY FUCKING CLEAR that you guys are HEAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER, and you should FUCKING DATE ALREADY

Then why have you INITIATED a kiss with him (checks notes) fIVE FUCKING TIMES??

this is genuinely so frustrating, it feels like we’re going in circles 😭

okay that was fuckin smooth ngl

AND HE FALLS FOR IT AGAIN 💀

CVJHGCVGCHG THEY HOLDEN HANS

FINALMENTE RAGAZZI

thEYRE BOYFRIENDSSSSSS

FUCKING FINALLYYYYY

HE LEANED IN FOR A KISS BUT THEYRE IN PUBLIC SO TOEY GRABBED HIS BAG TO COVER THEIR FACES

IM OBSESSED WITH THEM

THEYRE MAKING OUT

THEYRE BOYFRIENDS AND THEYRE KISSING

THERYE SO FUCKING CUTE

tanfang 😭😭😭😭😭

they said ily to each other

they make me so ehrjgierubgsehgbr

theyre literally my ideal relationship

i cant explain it i just fucking want it

the fact they're making out again after phum asked "when will you finally know that I love you" makes me hopeful that that means theyre boyfriends now and we can stop pretending the several makeout scenes and confessions didnt happen

THE FUCKING HANDS 😭😭😭😭

theres smomething about shots of hands that just gets to me

im full sobbing rn

phum stole someone's horse

this is the first time ive seen a horse in a bl

its such a foreign concept to me that my brain is telling me the horse is cgi, even tho its obviously not, but like im so certain it is

it jsut feels so out of place

Its not real

no way is that horse real

okay welp. that was the episode.

we got barely any punchain, and there wasnt really anything of them in the trailer for next ep

BUT I HAVE FAITH FOR NEXT WEEK

THE PUNCHAIN / MARCPOON MV THO !!

they are THE friends to lovers, istg that was the cutest mv of anything ever theyre so sweet

kill me now

[peterparkerbitthedust]

INCORRECT VOLTRON QUOTES

Lance: I say ooooooo, you say aaahhhh

Lance: ooooooo

Keith: .... vol-tron?

[elysianslove]

please for the love of everything holy, give us attack on titan dick headcanons like you did with jjk and haikyuu 🤲🏻🤲🏻

i've been waiting for this one and i love your fics sm,, you're literally one of my fav bloggers ily <33

havsjdd ONE OF MY FAVE SERIES YES,,, i can’t just do all characters so i did the ones i’m most familiar with (aka mains 🤧) if you want others lmk!!

as always, this is purely for fun!! i don’t intend to be crazy realistic :)

other works; haikyuu captains, setters, middle blockers, aces and jujutsu kaisen

ATTACK ON TITAN DICK ANALYSIS

levi ackerman

as much as this hurts, he’s probably barely average. i mean, to be fair, he was extremely malnourished as a child, but i’ll be generous and say he’s 5.2 inches. such a pretty cock :( like it has a dark golden/brown tan to it, with a pink tip. also idk why but something tells me levi has a birthmark on his dick. don’t ask, he just has like this cool, brown splotch right beneath the tip. anyways, it curves up and inwards, i’m so sure. the girth and length are proportional, and he’s relatively veiny!! cute, thick balls too. is being clean shaven a thing in that universe? if it is, consider it done obviously.

eren jaeger

he has a big dick idc. just so hung i cannot. eren dick print is immaculate i will cry. fat cock, 6.8 inches, veiny as fuck. like thick veins you feel them when he’s inside of you. the shaft is just the tiniest bit darker than his skin, and the tip is dark, angry red, especially he’s all hard and wet. doesn’t really curve, to be honest, maybe a little to the right. oh and he has fat balls. heavy balls. breeder balls. he cums and his balls are still so full — insanity. doesn’t shave at all though like it’s so unkempt <//3 likes to shove your face down when you suck him off as if to make a point <//3

armin arlert

omg his dick’s so pretty. like sososo pretty. pale shaft and the cutest pink tip. like it’s kind a pastel pink but then he’s hard and it gets even darker, like a dark pink. it flushes so gorgeous when he’s hard and dripping for you. he’s like 6.3 inches, and it curves at the tip a little. more veiny than you’d imagine actually!!! his balls and tip are extremely, over the top, sensitive suck on them and he’s gone. oof and if you suck and then blow cold air? he might pass out. obviously clean shaven! sometimes he forgets tho but same way he doesn’t care if you are, you don’t care if he is either. nothing screams thoughtful like armin after all.

jean kirstein

HES SO BIG HELP. idk the timeskip.... he screams bde..... horsecock jean..... 7.2 inches bye. literally mouthwatering pretty, just a tan, bronze-ish shaft, prominent veins, dark pink tip that gets all bright when it’s wet. longer than he is thick but he will rearrange your guts absolutely. stick straight, doesn’t curve, isn’t sensitive so he’ll straight up cockwarm you whenever wherever (cockwarm any of your holes which one is available rn shawty). he trims, and there’s the hottest happy trail from beneath his belly button down to his crotch. when he stretches and it shows fhdbdhcjf

connie springer

my boy has an average dick <3 just 5.6 inches, good girth, good length, no curve. actually it’s kinda fat.... kinda.... might be a stretch taking him.... it’s okay he lives between those thighs anyways. pale pink tip that doesn’t darken all that much when hard, golden shaft, prominent veins. he’s clean shaven because he’s scared you’ll leave him if he wasn’t </3 forgot once and had a freak out session the moment he undressed till he realized it wasn’t that big of a deal.

reiner braun

HOLT FUCK PLEASE. HIS DICK IS SO BIG STOP. he’s 7.7 INCHES NO TAKESIES BACKSIES. hole splinter. pussy/bussy destroyer. cervix kisser. tummy bulger. golden shaft and a dark pink tip. literally so veiny. so much girth you cannot. cannot imagine. just size kink with reiner pls. heavy balls that have so much to give, but baby’s so easily sensitive <3 kind of clean shaven? depends on his mood? the time he has? whether you’re 100% for/against it or 50-50, etc.

bertholdt hoover

why do i get the feel, the vibes if you will, that he has such a big dick. like it shocks people when they see it. he’s probably hella long like 7 inches long, listen i cannot explain it he just has a big dick. dark shaft and the deepest red for a tip. not that veiny, but curves nicely to the right. extremely sensitive balls oh my god. will cry if you overstimulate him <3

niccolo

sasha’s so lucky <//3 big dick i know it. 6.7 inches and it’s gorgeous, with a golden tan to the shaft that flushes out to a bright, pale pink tip. when he’s hard it gets a blush pink/red so pretty. kinda veiny, kinda not. like it’s alright! he has amazing orgasm control his dick‘s tip will be purpling but you have to cum a million times before he‘s okay with cumming. trims, so not 100% clean shaven.

porco galliard

such a fat dick. it’s like 5.1 inches but it’s so fat you will cry taking it. the stretch burns oh my god. also he has no concept of prep so please, teach him. mauve/pink-ish tip, just a light tan shaft. it’s kinda flushed all over tbh, darker at the tip, lighter the longer you go along his shaft. curves to the right a little! doesn’t believe in being clean shaven sorry <//3

kenny ackerman

sorry am i allowed to do him? dilf! or gilf? 🤔 idk i just know his dick is huge. massive. 7.5 inches. so big. the tip is such a dark red, the shaft is dark and tan. hella, hella veins. like so much. not clean shaven obviously. im not gonna say anything else i dont wanna taint my dignity even more.

[perltiaqo]

fav peraltiago moment each season

i don’t wanna study rn so i’m finally gonna do this

season 1- definitely the rooftop date during the bet. it’s the scene that made me fall for these 2 and become obsessed with them (just like how jake became obsessed with amy that night 🥰). plus jake seeing “i’m curious to see what happens” STILL GETS ME LIKE I STILL FEEL LIKE I WANNA SCREAM AND JUST TELL JAKE SO, SO MUCH HAPPENS

season 2- alotta good moments in s2 but my favourite is the heart eyes scene in boyle linetti wedding. the way they look at each other and that’s all u need to feel the tension, the love between these 2. they didn’t say a word to each other, just looked at each other AND U CAN FEEL THAT THEY JUST WANNA BE WITH EACH OTHER! i’m a sucker for good heart eyes scene i tell u and peraltiago really serve in that department.

season 3- their first i love u’s. such a simple scene, all they are doing is dancing on their silly little cruise. amy says ily, jake says it back. and they share a kiss. it’s such a simple moment which is what i love about it. they’re just hanging out, and that’s when amy felt it was best to say ily to him. she loves being with him, just hanging out with him. and the heart eyes after the kiss KILLS ME EVERYTIME! it’s an undderated scene.

season 4- jake’s speech to amy on the rooftop. the cutest thing ever. how i wish i had someone in my life who would motivate and instantly makes me feel better like how jake instantly made amy feel better. and the fact that jake already knew amy was the one during this scene makes it all the more better.

season 5- THE PROPOSAL! it’s my favourite scene ever literally. so so much i can say and i feel like i already have, but it’s just the perfect proposal. it just has everything jake and amy. toyst joke, die hard reference, referencing each other’s butt, and jake just talking about how much he loves amy. and then them looking deliriously happy when charles walks in, i cry everytime i love seeing them that happy 🥺🥺 i would do anything to rewatch this scene for the first time again

season 6- that elevator scene at the end of casecation. another heart eyes scene making it on the list can u tell i love their heart eyes?? first time we see them talking about family planning, and the way amy looks at him with that smile and jake smiles back with a smile 🥺 they were excited for their future ahead with each other, excited to share their life with a little jake and amy. andy and melissa really know how to convey the feelings with just the heart eyes like goddamn. jake and amy can look at each other and i’ll start crying. (and the fact that we got another elevator heart eyes scene? dan goor gets me)

season 7- this is hard, this season had so many good scenes. but if i had to choose, it would be the scene where amy tells jake she’s pregnant. i rmb i watched that scene on loop for like a good 5 mins the day after the ep aired 😭 it’s simple, nothing dramatic, it’s just a normal night where jake’s just playing his silly nintendo game. and then, his world changes forever, her world changes forever. and the way jake’s asks amy if they’re having a baby in the softest voice. and that hug 🥺🥺 JUST SO MANY GOOD THINGS ABOUT THAT SCENE

season 8- this is another tough one, but the finale jake and amy scene we got, where jake talks about leaving the 99. it gave me everything i wanted, jake becoming a stay at home dad, talking about how he loves spending time with his little buddy, him doing whatever for his family, amy telling jake she would anything for him, them just laughing at something silly, ilys, AND FINALLY A KISS! i couldn’t thank dan goor enough for this seriously it’s one of my all time favourite peraltiago scenes. but i have to give a special mention to the scene where amy just looks at jake while jake talks to holt, and jake just says that leaving the 99 wasn’t a hard decision to make. LIKE STOP IT BOTH OF U I DIED WATCHING IT IM NOT JOKING. just sat there speechless cus i couldn’t believe that happened. once again proving my point that i go crazy over heart eyes.

and there ya go, this took very long to type out and i’m sure there’s plenty of typos but at least i managed to do it <3

[amyscascadingtabs]

ok ok, top 10 lgbt characters ? Also ily <33 hope ur doing good queen

only went with tv shows to make it slightly easier heh.. maybe i should watch more new shows some of these are so old

1. rosa diaz from b99 ik this is expected but.. girl i just want her to be happy

2. elena alvarez from one day at a time my baby

3. santana lopez from glee,, god i didn't respect her enough as a child but i do now she was forever the best one in that entire series

4. raymond holt iconic king of course

5. kat edison from the bold type

6. emily fields from pretty little liars bc she was my ✨ gay awakening ✨

7. poussey from oitnb dESERVED BETTER

8. even from skam,,, i fucking miss skam... also isak but i always liked even most

9. cosima from orphan black i just remember loving her so much

10. kurt hummel from glee i loved him when i was 12 he deserved better

[thenighttrain]

🐰

Aren't you ready to "hop" into the weekend? You are welcome to hate me for that joke. What a fun day it has been for us! Should we contuine the fun? I think we should! Animal anon left her 80 hour a week job a couple weeks ago and is now relaxing and having some fun (safely) while she figures out what she is doing next. So I came up with a fun question for you all to answer! So my question is what period would you travel to if you were given a time machine? I'm going to cheat a little and give two answers because I was an undergrad history major and can't help myself. First, I'd like to go to the day Ludwig II died because my parents are from Bavaria and I grew up hearing about the mystery of his death and I wanna know what happened. Second, I'd also love to travel to Tudor England because it's just so dramatic and I've related to Anne Boleyn like my whole life. I know, it's a weird person to relate to and I am slightly concerned what that says about me.

Let's have some fun and remember to tag animal anon (if you so desire) so we can all scroll though your fun responses! And remember, animal anon thinks you are all beautiful talented gorgeous people who are killing it at life! And shoutout to the random blogs today who I messaged today who helped me with this question! ❤

-Animal anon

hello! i love that joke! i'm so glad you're getting some time to relax<3 good luck figuring out what to do next! that's an interesting question oooh, i'm honestly not sure what my answer is? i just feel like at most points in history, the world was a lot more backwards than it is now lol so i'm not sure. but i love your ideas. i just googled ludwig ii's death and it sounds super sus 👀 there was an australian prime minister called harold holt who went for a swim and then disappeared and they've never found his body which is also 👀 and omg anne!! fuck henry viii!!!

thank you for your lovely message, ily and i hope you have a good weeekend!

[theprinceandagcd]

10 Songs I've Been Loving Lately

thank you @igotbellarkeforthat for tagging me!! I love music so this one actually seemed fun lol

I want to point out that I tried to be specific but pls also understand that the Hamilton soundtrack and folklore album are on CONSTANT repeat but anyway in no particular order...

1. illicit affairs - Taylor Swift

2. Lay Here With Me - Maddie and Tae

3. my tears ricochet - Taylor Swift

4. The Schuyler Sisters - Hamilton Cast

5. Never Seen the Rain - Tones and I

6. club - Kelsea Ballerini

7. You should be sad - Halsey

8. hoax - Taylor Swift

9. Momma's House - Dustin Lynch

10. History - Olivia Holt

I basically used my on repeat Spotify list for this lol but anyway a few tags but no pressure!! @bellamyblakru @shaeheda @damn-salvatore @johnmurphysass @nathanmillers @sassqueenblake ily all ❤

[clayfaced]

POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

ily @hopeisthewholepoint i was doing this a while ago and then the draft didn’t save so this is about 30 years late by now whopps. ily thanks for tagging me tho. ❤

1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

My girl Edrisa Tanaka from Prodigal Son bc we’re both socially awkward but at least she’s unapologetic about it. I want to say I have Sam Wilson’s humor and I too do what everyone else does just slower. Raymond Holt because I love fluffy bois and I’m down to fight anyone who says anything bad about my pets. Ben Wyatt because we’re both human disasters and I like making dumb stuff when I’m bored.  

2. Aesthetic

Playing pool terribly with friends, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, colorful rain jackets. Balloons, music playing from car radios, collecting movie ticket stubs. Painted nails, open windows, and fish stamps on postcards. The smell of fresh basil.

3. Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?)

Come from Away. Hands down. Though I will say I saw recordings of the National Theater’s Frankensteins recently and both are very good but the Miller-as-the-creature version is especially good.

4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

Okay this is a bit of an unfair question bc I die at any and all compliments. But one that I thought of today /a couple days ago/ a long time ago when i started writing this that made me happy again was when someone I'm in a club with let me borrow his camera to take pictures during a performance. I hadn't taken pictures in a while and I had so much fun and I don't really contribute to the club so I finally felt like I had purpose. It was hard to see how they came out on the camera but the next time I saw him he said they came out really well and someone else said that he's normally picky when it comes to photos but he liked mine so that made me feel even better and it was overall a very nice time. It wasn't even really the compliment (I mean, it still was but) it was also just the gesture to offer a camera when he heard I liked taking pictures. I didn't have my camera with me until after this and it really made me remember how much I liked it. Anyways he graduated and hasn't been in the club since last semester so I never see him but it made me v happy.

5. How many times have you been in love?

Miss me with that romantic love but I fall in love with friends and people and every little thing everyday.

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?

Bold of you to assume I've recovered from anything embarrassing ever.

This is a bit of a cheat bc it was always funny but my middle school PE uniforms had words and definitions on the back of the shirts (no i don’t know why) and mine said “final: adj. last in place” or something like that and you know what? it was RIGHT.

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

Probably Up. Idk I don’t really have one.

8. Favorite flower or plant?

Probably triostar plants because they’re cute and pink.

9. What’s your favorite holiday?

Halloween 🎃! I love the idea that kids are going bonkers and getting candy and having a good time. And I love that it gives not-children people a chance to dress up and have fun and take themselves less seriously for a day.

EDIT: NO ONE TOLD ME I MISSED QUESTIONS 10-14. NO ONE LOOK AT THIS .LOOK AWAY. IM FIXING IT. HOW DID I MISS FIVE WHOLE ENTIRE QUESTIONS. SMH.

10. Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.

This meme dee just sent me a minute ago. I had a socially-distant dinner with a couple of my friends whomst I love a lot on Saturday and it was very nice to see their beautiful faces in person again and I love them a lot. Time isn’t real I don’t know what happened this week. I set up the Xbox again and I’ve played a little little bit of Assassins Creed (which Im very bad at) and Skyrim (which im only a little bad at) and that’s been fun. Bonus answer of dee, nina, and I have been watching 911: Lone Star together and it’s v v fun.

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

That is way too hard of a question to definitively answer. My music taste varies so wildly and my favorite song is usually the one I've obsessively listened to the last. Using that logic: Bang! by AJR or Wake Me by Bleachers. Or Chris Martin’s cover of Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan. Yeah. The last one.

12. Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.

Being a passenger in a car with music playing though that doesn’t really happen when I’m stressed. I wouldn’t say peaceful because when I’m not good at that when I’m stressed and most of the time when I’m stressed I have too much stress inside of me so I would rather get it out than be peaceful. So I just put earbuds in and listen to music too loudly so I don’t have to hear anything around me and I can just sort of release all pent up energy with the music and calm down.

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

I’m studying film! I’m technically undeclared but I’m hoping to declare soon. :-). Yes I’m going to be unemployed and leech off of dee for the rest of our lives thanks for asking.

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

Um. Definitely sneakers (by default my white ones because I only have one pair) because I like being able to Move. Same reason for my black pants bc they’re not restricting at all and comfy. And then probably my gray sweatshirt which dee will murder me for saying bc it means I have zero (0) colors in my outfit but it comfy. I like having colors but I feel more comfortable in more neutral colors.

15. What is a quote you live by?

Oof oof I don’t know. I think there are a lot of quotes I want to live by and then I forget about them so if I am living by a specific quote, it’s not consciously. I reblog a lot I like to my words tag or text tag, and this one:

 “‘Do you fall in love often?’ Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.” (Jeanette Winterson)

explains me very well. I don’t know that it’s something I live by because it’s just a state of my existence but it me.

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

I wish I had funnier playlist names. One of them is living room couch alone for a very specific mood when it's after 10 o'clock and everyone else is asleep and I'm in the living room alone on the couch and I'm not tired and time doesn't feel real. It's a good mood. I also have one called new york times which isn't funny I just like it.

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

“you know why we do this?" *snap with one hand* "because we can’t always get our arms free to do this” *dramatic arching snap with both hands* 

But that one’s not with dee ( @mrrmiracle ) so give me one sec to think of something else too. Ok here we go: 

"that Andrew Garfield movie"

18. What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?

Stop overthinking and start doing. You can’t sit at home sad your friends aren’t hanging out with you if you never ask them to hang out. Initiate things. Its not as scary as it seems. Also for the love of all things holy please form good habits now. Form all the good habits I have none and I’m tired.

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

um my cats :// im just kidding it’s @mrrmiracle obviously.

20. What’s a secret dream of yours?

Um lol to not be alone. To be employed doing something I enjoy and make enough money to support myself. If I put lol will this sound less sad.

I’m tagging @mrrmiracle, @grayson-dick @valleydean and @daredeviil and if anyone else wants to do it just say i tagged you and i’ll edit it to include you 👀. i just get anxious tagging people bc i don’t want to annoy people and i never know who wants to be tagged or not.

[voyager-into-the-unknown]

This is Part 4 of my Plance fic series. You can read Part 3 here:

https://toocool2btrue.tumblr.com/post/188737473073/yes-of-course-you-should-continue-writing-this

Breakfast with Hunk

Lance woke up on Saturday morning hugging his pillow. He had dreamed of Pidge that night—dancing with her, kissing her, embracing her, and finally, falling asleep with her in his arms. He slid the pillow back beneath his head and then rubbed his eyes. Early morning light was just visible through his blinds, and he could hear the sound of the shower running. Hunk was up.

He checked his phone, and sadly, there were no new messages. He decided to text Pidge. He felt a little nervous about contacting her so early in the morning, but didn’t girls like it when the guy got in touch with them again, right after a date? He didn’t want to seem desperate, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

Lance: Good morning, pretty lady. Did you sleep well?

There was no reply. Maybe she was still asleep. Or maybe she was in the shower. No, he shouldn’t think about that. Well, just because he told himself not to think about that, he thought about it.

Rather than let his mind wander into some rather naughty places, he got up. The shower was separated from the sink and commode, so he could relieve himself, wash his hands, brush his teeth, wash his face, and shave without disturbing Hunk. He then went back to his room, knowing that Hunk would be done with his shower soon enough. His phone pinged. Nervously, he picked it up. It was Pidge!

Pidge: Good morning, Loverboy. 😉 I slept very well, indeed. Thanks for asking.

Loverboy? Lance blushed, remembering all of the times that they kissed yesterday. He was spending the day with her and her parents, but surely he could get her alone at some point and steal a few more kisses, right? He wanted to kiss her again right now.

Lance: I had the best night’s sleep ever. All of my dreams were about you, Pidgey.

Pidge: 😊 Pidgey? That’s cute. You must have had some really great dreams then, if you dreamed about me....I dreamed about you, too.

Lance: Oh, really? ✨😎✨Tell me more.

Pidge: No. That’s private. Of course, yesterday’s reality was like a dream come true.

Lance: Yes. It was the best day ever! I can’t wait to see you again.

Pidge: 😊 I am looking forward to seeing you, too.

Lance: You know that I love you, right? 💙💚

Pidge: I love you, too. 💚💙 I have loved you since arriving at the Garrison.

Lance: You mean, when we returned from space?

Pidge: No, since before we ever left. Before we were Paladins.

Lance: OMG! Pidge!!! 🥰 I had no idea. I am so sorry I didn’t notice. I mean, we were friends even back then, but...

Pidge: I was disguised as a boy. I didn’t want you to notice.

Lance: But after we became Paladins and you revealed that you are a girl, why did you keep your feelings a secret?

There was a long pause, and then she answered him.

Pidge: Allura. Nyma. Plaxum. And so many other girls. I didn’t think I had a chance with you. 😢

Lance: I am so sorry, Pidge. I was such an idiot. You mean so much more to me than any of those other girls, even Allura. I love you.

Pidge: I know.

Lance: Did you just “Han Solo” me?

Pidge: 😂 Yup.

Lance: I have been waiting for Hunk to get out of the bathroom so I can take a shower. I think he’s getting out now...

“Morning, Lance. Who are you texting this early? Is it your girlfriend?”

“Ugh, go put some clothes on, man. It’s too early in the morning to see that. My eyes!”

“I am decently covered by this towel. Tell Pidge I said hello.”

Lance: Hunk says hello. I just told him to put some clothes on.

Pidge: 😂 Tell him I said hello, too. He’s going to ask a million questions about us, but don’t tell him everything.

Lance: You know how nosy our best friend is. Anyway, no worries. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. 😉

Pidge: Thanks, Loverboy. Now go take your shower. We can talk later. ily. 😘

Lance: ily2. 😘

“Pidge says hello too. And also says that she loves me!” Lance called to Hunk through the open door.

“Ha! I knew it! She’s had a crush on you since forever.”

“We can talk about that later. I’m gonna hit the shower.”

“Well, in the meantime, I am going to make us a breakfast fit for kings, so don’t take all day in there.”

Lance went to his bureau, and selected clean socks and underwear. Then he went to his closet, choosing a light blue button down shirt, grey trousers, and a darker blue sweater. She would like these colors on him, he thought. They would bring out the color of his eyes.

Lance went into the bathroom and stripped off his pajamas, then turned the hot water on. Naked, he climbed into the stall and let the spray of hot water relax him. He lathered up with his favorite body wash and sang to himself a song he had been working on for the past week, even before he asked Pidge to go the ball with him. It was a love song, and he had the guitar chords and the melody that he wanted. It was the lyrics that needed work. Maybe she could help him with that. Right then, it occurred to him that girls really loved sappy romantic stuff like that. He should definitely bring his guitar over to the Holts, along with dessert, which he hadn’t actually thought much about yet.

When he was done showering, Lance dried off, combed his hair, and put on some extra strength deodorant and a bit of his favorite cologne. He wanted to smell nice for her, especially since he intended to spend the afternoon dancing with her in her parents living room. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he left the bathroom and went back to his room to get dressed.

He shut the door and dropped his towel. He put on his shorts first, having selected a pair of white boxer briefs for support and freedom of movement that were nearly as comfortable as Paladin underwear, and then a white T-shirt made of a stretchy, absorbent material, which, like his shorts, was meant to wick perspiration from his body. (He hoped he didn’t sweat too much. He didn’t want to reek of nervous perspiration around Pidge.) The socks were chosen to coordinate with dress shoes, rather than his usual sneakers or uniform boots. Next, he buttoned up the light blue dress shirt, which was a bit more formal than the long sleeved T-shirts he usually wore. Grey trousers were next, and a belt, followed by the darker blue sweater. Lastly, his shoes, which were formal, but comfortable, and perfect for dancing. He put his wallet and his phone in his pockets.

“You about done in there, Loverboy? Admiring yourself in the mirror, right now, am I right?”

“No!” Lance said unconvincingly. In truth, he had been admiring his reflection and wondering if Pidge would like his attire. “Breakfast smells great. I’ll be there in a second.”

Hunk had indeed made a breakfast fit for kings: ham and cheese omelettes, crispy bacon, hot buttery biscuits, and hash browns with cold milk and hot coffee. Everything looked and smelled delicious.

“What did I ever do to deserve all of this? Hunk, you’re the best!”

“I know. Now give me details.”

Lance sat down to eat breakfast with Hunk and told him briefly about what had happened between himself and Pidge yesterday, saying nothing too personal, just a general summary of their day. He told him how nervous he was when he asked her out, and how she kissed him in the hydroponics garden. He told him about their trip to the mall and what they purchased there. “We even ate at Vrepit Sal’s! The food was great, but not as great as this breakfast, made by the master chef himself.”

“Aw, Thanks, man.” Hunk ate another forkful of omelette. “So what happened when you got back home? Did you kiss her goodnight?”

“Of course! But she asked me to keep our private stuff private.”

“It was pretty hot, though, wasn’t it?”

Lance’s face was all the answer Hunk needed. He was blushing like a desert sunset and grinning shyly. “Let’s just say for a girl who has never had a boyfriend before, she’s really good at kissing. I am not going to give a detailed description, just a statement of fact: Pidge is a genius in everything that she does.” Lance sighed, and grinned goofily.

Hunk laughed at him. “Well, I hope that you know how happy I am for both of you. Just be careful with her heart, Lance.” He sipped his coffee.

Lance put his fork down. “What do you mean? I just told her that I love her, like, three times just this morning!”

“She’s had a crush on you since she was fifteen. She’s watched you flirt with every attractive girl that has crossed your path since then. She’s had to endure your unrequited love for Allura, and she’s had to watch you ogle any humanoid female with curves in the right places. Dude, she’s cried herself to sleep over you a thousand times. You can’t do stuff like that anymore.”

Lance became very quiet, his expression serious. He was hurt by the truth of Hunk’s words, and angry at himself for being so blind and self-centered for so long. “I know,” he said softly. “I won’t. There were quite a few attractive single ladies around the base dropping hints that if I needed a date to the Garrison Ball, they were interested. I didn’t even consider asking any of them. All I could think of was how to summon up enough courage to ask Pidge to go with me. And at the mall there were lots of cute girls checking me out. I used to be flattered by stuff like that, but now I just ignore them. Pidge is the only girl for me, Hunk.”

“I’m glad to hear that, buddy.” Hunk looked apologetic. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings just now.”

“Don’t be. It’s the truth, and I needed to hear it.” Lance began to enjoy his meal again. They talked about the new engineering project Hunk was working on, and Lance’s work with the new pilots, Paladin training, and the rest of the team. Keith wanted everyone on the Paladins’ training deck at oh-eight-hundred on Monday morning.

“He thinks we’re getting out of shape,” said Hunk.

“Well, I will be if you keep feeding me like this. Not that I’m complaining. This is the best breakfast I have had in ages, Hunk. Thank you.”

Hunk grinned. “You’re welcome, but you know that I had an ulterior motive.”

“Of course. You just wanted to hear about my love life.”

“Ew! No, not really. I just wanted you to know that Pidge is my best friend, too, Lance. She told me that she was bullied all through school for being so smart. The boys were the worst—they called her names and stole her stuff. None of the girls would talk to her either. She was a very lonely kid whose only friend was her older brother, mainly because because Matt was the only one smart enough to really understand and appreciate her, besides her parents. When he and Sam disappeared, she was devastated.”

“I know. She was desperate enough to hack into the Garrison computer network to find out what happened to them. Iverson banned her from the Garrison for life. That’s why she cut off her hair and pretended to be a boy named Pidge Gunderson.”

“And then she was assigned to our cadet training group. We became the first real friends she’s ever had outside of the Holt family. Lance, we are two of the first guys she’s ever been able to trust. Be gentle with her. No matter how much you want her, the female should be the one to determine how far things go and how fast, not the male. And if she wants to wait—“

“I already intend to wait for her, Hunk. He family is very conservative and very protective of her, especially Sam. She’s the girl I want to marry. I want to wait for her. I want her family to like me, too.”

“Well, from what you told me of your little romantic adventures yesterday, Colleen already likes you.”

“Yeah. It’s Sam that I worry about. He’s brilliant, and kind of intimidating.”

“Intimidating? Sam?” Hunk smiled. “He’s an old softie.”

“That’s because he likes you, Hunk. You’re a genius. I’m not, and I can’t help wondering if Sam thinks that I am just not smart enough for his daughter. He probably wonders what she sees in me.”

“We all wonder about that, dude.”

“Thanks,” Lance said sarcastically. “That does wonders for my anxiety.”

“I was just joking! Seriously, you have got to go in with an action plan. Play to your strengths. Impress them with your talents.”

“Sarcasm, puns, and general goofiness?”

“Well, your sense of humor is one. Um, you have good manners, and there’s your skills as a Paladin...”

“I don’t think sharpshooting and flying are going to be enough.”

“You were singing in the shower again this morning. You have a great voice, Lance. Maybe you should bring your guitar and sing for them.”

“I was actually just thinking about that just now. I’ve been working on a new song lately, but I am having a bit of trouble with the lyrics. I was thinking that maybe Pidge could help me with that.”

“Is it a love song?”

“Of course. And it’s about her, well, both of us really.”

“That’s brilliant! You should definitely sing it for her.”

“Do you think that will be enough?”

Hunk got up from the table. “Well, if it isn’t, there’s this secret weapon.” He held up a white paper bag that was on the counter.

“Are those—?”

“Peanut butter cookies, baked especially for her. They are so good, she will definitely want to marry you, whether her father likes you or not.”

Lance laughed. “Hunk, you are the best!”

They cleared the table and Lance insisted on cleaning the kitchen, since Hunk had done all the cooking. Lance sang to himself while he worked, and Hunk watched from a distance, smiling at his friend’s happiness.

[darcyfirth]

I was tagged by @imlowercasemad for the top 10 favourite fictional characters in different media types (TV shows, animation, movies, etc.) so here goes:

1. Harry Hart - Kingsman (without a doubt)

2. Eggsy Unwin - Kingsman (also a no brainer)

3. Tahani Al Jamil - The Good Place

4. Capt Ray Holt - Brooklyn Nine-Nine

5. Ye Xiu - The King’s Avatar (a novel about a fictional mmorpg that lets people create their own weapons!!)

6. Zhao Yunlan - Guardian (my baby Yunlan ily)

7. John Watson - Sherlock

8. Bilbo Baggins - The Hobbit

9. Seo Moon-jo - Hell is Other People (yes this is like the only problematic fave of mine)

10. Ciel Phantomhive - Black Butler (one of my very first fandoms!)

I’m tagging @delphineera @capsicle-the-fabulous @laissezferre @heartharthard @poisonousflower3 @lloydthefan (if they want to do this :3)

[bridgetofwonderland]

2019 year in review; as tagged by @waystobewicked!

top 5 films

frozen 2

descendants 3

captain marvel

us

knives out

top 5 shows ok i know with movies i did only stuff that was released in 2019 but it takes me 300 years to watch new stuff so i’m using anything that aired in 2019 and we’re all going to live with that

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (FX) IT HAS THE BISEXUAL REPRESENTATION WE DESERVE AND FR IT’S SO FUCKIGN FUNNY

legacies

deadly class

light as a feather

she ra & the princesses of power

top 5 songs

‘the bones’ maren morris, ft. hozier

‘bad girlfriend’ olivia holt

‘here with me’ marshmello, chvrches

‘say my name’ beetlejuice obc ( i saw beetlejuice in dc previews last october and GOD i was waiting SO LONG for that cast album bc every song in the show was a BOP and i will die on the hill that boy inferno should’ve made it to the final show but that’s besides the point isn’t it )

‘grade school games’ dessa

top 5 books oh god now i have to remember what books i read that weren’t for class bc there’s no way in hell i’m putting liebniz on this list. the glamorous life of a philosophy major, honestly

wayward son, rainbow rowell ( i would die and kill for shepard, honestly )

the princess and the fangirl, ashley poston ( a lesbian geek retelling of the princess and the pauper??? i cANNOT BELIEVE )

her royal highness, rachel hawkins ( lesbians!!! falling!! in love!!! at a scottish boarding school!!! and one of them is a princess!!! )

the good luck girls ( i really really liked this book and i actually read it after getting an arc from work and i like the arc cover more than the final version shhhh )

the hunting party, lucy foley ( let me JUST say that i love mystery/thrillers and generally am decent at getting the twist, which like never ruins it for me but also when a book pulls the rug out from under me???? i love it. and the hunting party did just that ). 

top 5 positive or happy things that happened this year oh god what even happened last year i’ve blacked all of it out 

moved into my first apartment

saw candlenights w one of my best friends ( shoutout mo ily <3 <3 

the what we do in the shadows show came out and got renewed and for that i am so fucking thankful bc that show is a damn gift to this earth )

i’ve been talking to my therapist!!! about the really hard things going on in my brain!!

ana and i have been doing movie night for a while ( i can’t remember when we started but it’s been a highlight of my week every week )

i tag — @evieoftheisle, @iridescentes, @screaminginternallyalleternity, and @queeruma

[vampireslucy]

Rules: Name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things

Tagged by @gaygusfring thanks kikiiii 🥰

Brienne of Tarth from A song of Ice and Fire 

Sypha Belnades from Castlevania 

Joel Miller from The Last of Us

Elena Fisher from the Uncharted Series

Yennefer of Vengerberg from The Witcher (x 3 cause this is for series books and games lol I love her ok)

Hermione Granger from Harry Potter

Aragorn from the Lord of the Rings

Amy Sosa from Superstore

Mazikeen from Lucifer 

Ray Holt from Brooklyn 99

Tagging whoever sees this as per usual drill. ily 

[almasy-fics]

The Major

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender Chapter: 1/? Rating: T Warnings: None yet Pairing: None yet

Summary: Major Lenore Falsetto, ex soldier of World War III and recipient of many awards and medals for her service decided that her skills were needed elsewhere after the war was over and decided to become a combat and firearms instructor at the American branch of the Galaxy Garrison. When Shiro and the Holts go missing during the Kerberos mission, the staff of the Garrison resign themselves to never seeing the trio again. But then Shiro arrives back on Earth in an alien escape pod and The Major gets tangled up on a bizzare, larger than life adventure.

Notes: Here I am, with absolutely no chill whatsoever with a new fic >_> But this is all completely dedicated to @mashkewrites because my beautiful Mooshie put up with me screaming at her about the series for a while week straight as I binged it. ILY BBY <3 <3 <3

AO3 Link: Ko-Fi Link:

Tagging:  @averyverymary@jastiss @lazarustrashpit@sugarbombxv@fangirlreice7 @major-artery@tehrevving @zetsubou-student-artsu @mashkewrites

“Lance, how many times do I have to tell you that patience yields results? Your stance is too slack and your grip on the rifle is too soft. The resulting recoil will injure you.” The teenager only groaned in response to the Major’s criticism, flinching when she adjusted the stock so it was sitting comfortably between his shoulder and right arm. She stood back, sapphire eyes continuing to study her student’s posture with a disapproving click of her tongue. “Left foot forward, spread apart feet to shoulder width. Good. Cheek into the stock like so and ensure your face isn’t too close to the scope, that’s exactly how Hunk got his black eye last week.”

“Hey!” The resulting swift glare caused the entire class standing behind the Major and Lance to sand stock still with arms and their sides and back straight, the teen beside her shuddering from her fearful aura until her ire turned back to him to get back into proper stance.

“Lean forward into your stance ever so slightly with calm breaths and watch your target carefully. This may be but a piece of paper, but think of it as your enemy, study it and fire when-”

BOOM

The over zealous teen once again blew off the arm of the paper target before she could finish her instructions. A deep breath, a count to three and an exhale, the images of a war that passed long ago then faded from her mind.

“We’re done for today.”

Observant eyes watched the night sky before her, the twinkling stars, planets and constellations revealing themselves to her in the clearest skies the Earth had ever known, the vast desert surrounding the Galaxy Garrison was free from the toxic emissions of metropolis. It allowed her to dream of space, all the while being completely aware of her ever changing surroundings.

The highest rooftop of the Garrison called to her on these clear evenings where she could stargaze to her heart's content whilst the cadets were assumedly obeying the mandated curfew, though moments earlier she noticed that Lance and Hunk were indulging in the same sight she was a few buildings away. She couldn’t blame the kids, really. The skies were something truly beautiful at night, just waiting to be explored.

There was a shift to her right and she already knew who was on the approach.

“Shiro.” She greeted.

“Major.” He greeted back.

“I told you, after hours it’s just Lenore.”

He tried to look complacent, but nothing escaped her observation. His eyes betrayed his inner turmoil, even though he was meant to be happy to be leaving on the Kerberos mission in the next week. Shiro also knew he’d never be able to escape Lenore’s scrutiny.

“Adam broke up with me.” She wasn’t expecting that, nor was she expecting the fingers that sadly carded through her short black hair, “Am I really that selfish for wanting to go on this mission?”

“No.” She immediately replied, “Your condition is at a manageable state, all relevant supplies will be at your disposal during the mission and you have two very capable team members at your disposal if you were to somehow fall ill during the expedition. The Holt family aren’t idiots, the both of them are absolute geniuses in their own right.

“But I am still sorry that it happened, perhaps he will reach some sort of clarity while you are away and realise how much of a mistake he’s making. If he doesn’t,” She grinned manically, “I’ll throw down with him to preserve your honour!”

Shiro barked a laugh.

“Keith found out too, but I think he’ll be okay. He has ‘The Major’ to beat some sense into him if he goes awry.” He sat down beside her, both of their legs dangling off the roof. “How goes the family anyways? Last I heard Annabelle was ready to pop.”

“Phoebe, she’s an absolute angel apparently. I beg to differ.” Phone was instantly out to show him one of the many pictures she had of her niece on the device, the one she chose to show, however was of a happy, bald infant in the throes of a violent ‘poosplosion’. Shiro gagged. “Good thing they’re back home in Australia, huh? This would smell like literal shit.”

“Shut up.”

They shared a laugh before enjoying the sky in familial silence.

The entire Garrison came to watch the launch of the Kerberos shuttle into the outer reaches of the Solar System. For the first time ever in history the human race will finally transcend the Milky Way Galaxy into far off planets man could only ever dream of. The Major watched intently from the Command Centre, relaying messages of goodwill and safe travels, as well as reminding the three on proper firearm etiquette.

She reminded, mostly to Shiro that Matt and Sam were his responsibility and the threats past their system were completely unknown. Perhaps weaponised or hand to hand combat may be utilised if faced by unidentified hostile lifeforms.

“Good thing I was taught by ‘The Major’ then.” He smiled into the camera of the craft’s cockpit. That earned him a smile back from her and Commander Iverson.

“Be safe out there, all of you. And godspeed.” The three astronauts saluted their commander with a ‘yes sir!’ as he saluted them back.

“Prepare launch sequence.”

Adam never reached that clarity she spoke of, as only months into the mission they lost all communication with Sam, Matt and Shiro and they were all but assumed dead. Keith was expelled from the program shortly after the news went live, but Lenore didn’t give up on the kid for even one second, forcing herself into his life as often as she possibly could.

It was probably one of the only things that allowed Keith to accept himself for who he was later in their journey throughout the cosmos, he’d be too stubborn to admit that to her face until many years later.

[sparkle9510]

Highlights on VLD S7

Lots of stuff on the show this season felt lacking :/ but the only good things I liked about it:

- Lance Family Reunion

- Short hair Acxa (she was cuteeee <3) 

- Kosmos 

- OP Space Mice

- Shiro as captain, commanding ATLAS and other stuff ^-^

- Small Keith and Krolia interactions (the ILYs)

- Katie Holt’s family reunion

- OH ALMOST FORGOT! MATT’S HAIR GOT LONGER

- Badass Veronica <3 (Lance was so overprotective of her ^-^)

Well, that’s all I could really come up with right now. The season wasn’t as good as some of the others, and was disappointing at some areas (which you guys probably know). 

Let me know if I forgot any good parts of it. And if anyone wants to rant, hmu!

[panda-noosh]

ser•en•dip•it•y {part 3}{Matt Holt x Reader}

Words: 4,340

Summary:  You and Matt used to be childhood best friends, but that hadn’t been the case for nearly four years now. Whenever your parents insist on going to the Holt family country home for the summer, you may be forced to face old feelings as Matt makes an appearance.

Pairing: Matt Holt x Reader

Notes: p1 - p2 - p4 - p5 - p6 - FINAL; i don’t know what to write here. ily. 

Chapter 3

    Today will not go against me. Today will not go against me. Today will not go against me.

    You forced yourself to echo that statement on a continuous loop in your head as you hauled yourself out of the comfortable confines of your covers at a time that was surely much too early for you to be awake.

    Waking up early had always been a habit of yours. One that annoyed you, though not everybody could understand why. They assumed, just because you were often awake before the sunrise, that you had your life together, that you were healthy and you woke up and went for a jog and drank water and had a healthy breakfast of fruit and toast.

    How wrong they were.

    It wasn’t as if you fell asleep early. Most nights, you were awake at three, four am, rolling around in your covers as you stressed about the school work you had piled on top of you, stressing about that one time you waved at a person who wasn’t waving to you, or thinking about Matt and how much you hated yourself for missing him when you were almost positive he didn’t feel the same way.

    Waking up at 6am after not going to sleep until 4 didn’t do your health any good, but you couldn’t help it. Especially not on a trip like this.

    It was 6am when you rolled out of bed and clambered down the stairs, slippers clopping against the carpeted floor but you were far too exhausted to care. As soon as your eyes had opened, your brain was conjuring up the events that were most likely to go down today - you and Matt speaking. Speaking about the past. Hashing things out as he had once put it.

     Perhaps that was what had woken you up so early today. Anxiety was difficult to sleep through.

    You walked into the kitchen and made immediately for the fridge. You pulled it open, grabbed the carton of milk from the door and downed what was left of the contents in one, swift chug. Your brain froze and you clenched your teeth against the pain, but didn’t stop drinking until the carton was completely empty.

    You slammed it down on the counter at the same time somebody chuckled from the doorway.

    You yelled, flinching backwards far enough for your back to smack against the fridge. You heard eggs fall from the top shelf, felt the cold nip at the small of your back, but none of it compared to the shock that etched itself into your system as you looked up, seeing Pidge standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

     “What the hell are you doing up?” you hissed, one hand covering the left side of your chest in an attempt to calm your heartbeat down. 

    Pidge raised one of her brows, folding her arms over her chest. She had put in more effort than you this morning, already wearing her clothes for the day, already with her hair brushed out though it was still flicked at the edges - usual Pidge style. 

    “You should really keep your voice down,” she said. “Everybody’s still sleeping. Lazy, but you didn’t hear that from me.” She walked forward, ignoring your shocked gaze. “Do you think we can save some of those eggs you just smashed? I want an omelette.”

    “Pidge,” you groaned. “You really shouldn’t be up so early.”

    “Why? It’s 6am, Y/N. I’d be up at this time studying on any normal day.”

    “It’s summer, and you’re fifteen years old. You should be sleeping in till the afternoon, at least.”

    Pidge narrowed her eyes as if the concept of sleeping in confused her. “Well, I guess I just don’t function like other fifteen year olds. Now, budge out of the way.” She nudged you with her hip, forcing you to stumble away from the door of the fridge. She began to stifle through the contents, picking up random fruit and veg, a cup of yogurt, some mince that looked like it had been in there for months though you had been there whenever Colleen had put it in the fridge.

     “This should be in the freezer,” Pidge muttered to herself. “Oh, Y/N? Now that we’re both here, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

     “Hm?”

    “Why was Matt asking Jamie about your past love life last night?”

     You spluttered, head snapping down to look at the girl who was now kneeling on the floor, reaching her hand into the drawer of the fridge as if she was a woman starved.   

     Your heartbeat surely rang out into the kitchen, surely was echoing off the walls right now, threatening to awaken everybody who was sleeping upstairs. A lump formed in your throat, and you tried to swallow it down but it only caused you to erupt into a coughing fit which finally caught Pidge’s attention.

    With her arm still stuffed into the fridge, she looked up at you with a raised brow. “Jeez, it was only a question. Don’t die on me.”

     How could she ask you something like that so casually?

    You stopped that thought immediately - of course she could ask you such a thing casually. She had only been eleven whenever you and Matt stopped talking to each other - she didn’t know your history as well as everybody else did. To her, Matt was probably just being polite, wanting to catch up on your life and what it had been like for you whilst he was gone.

    To you, for some odd reason, it meant so much more than that.

    “I’m okay,” you choked out. “Um, can you - uh - repeat your question, please.”

    Pidge sighed and slumped back against her heels, frowning down at the drawer she had seemingly failed to find food from. “He came into Jamie and I’s room last night and started talking about some really random stuff. He was asking Jamie if you’d had any long-term boyfriends or girlfriends since he left. Asking about what your type was.” Pidge shook her head. “I always found that  whole thing so stupid. Types. As if this is Build-A-Significant-Other or something.”

    You stared at her. Yep, your heart could most definitely be heard beyond the confines of your ribcage. If you listened close enough, you could probably hear the adrenaline pumping through your veins as well.

     “And what did Jamie tell him?” you asked. You winced as soon as you heard the question leave your lips, heard the mild sense of desperation within them, as if the answer to this question decided life or death for you.

    “He just made jokes, to be honest,” Pidge replied, giggling at the memory. “He said you’d been lonely for, like, four years now.”

    Your face flushed red. Jokes. Yeah. Haha.

   “And did Matt tell you why he wanted to know such a thing?” you continued.

    Pidge stood up then, her small height still leaving you to look down at her. She only reached your chest, her craning her neck to meet your eyes. She seemed unbothered by the questions you were asking her, and you took that as a good sign - maybe she didn’t understand.

    You didn’t even understand, quite frankly.

    “Nope. Whenever Jamie told him that you’d been crushing on Keith Kogane from your old high school class, he got up and left.”

      Your brain hadn’t even fully comprehended just exactly what it was Pidge had said before you were yelling out, “Keith Kogane?” in utter disbelief. 

     Pidge flinched back at the volume of your words, eyes widening. The rest of her sentence seemed to filter into your head - you had never liked Keith Kogane. Not in that way. You had never looked at him as anything more than a friend, an acquaintence at school who sometimes helped you with homework whenever Matt wasn’t around to do the same.

    After Matt and you split, Keith had become a personal tutor for you. It was a friendship based on using each others knowledge - nothing more than that. It could never be anything more than that.

    It was the thought of Matt walking around believing that you liked Keith Kogane in that way that had you gripping the edge of the counter and shaking your head in both a mix of anger and disbelief. 

    Why? Why was that such an issue?

    Pidge reached out hesitantly and touched your elbow. You didn’t pull away from her grip, but you didn’t meet her gaze either. She would see the panic in your eyes if you did that. The panic that you would have to explain to her the reason behind, when you didn’t quite understand it yourself.

    “Are you okay?” she asked. Her voice was soft, a direct contrast to the casual and straight-forward tone you were used to hearing from her.

     “I’m fine,” you said. “I just - wow. That’s a shock to the system. I didn’t even think Keith and I looked like we were lusting for each other at all. I wonder where Jamie got that idea from.”

    Pidge shrugged, letting her hand fall. “I don’t know. I didn’t think you and Keith were anything but friends, either, but if you like him-”

    “I don’t,” you assured, much too quick to be subtle. “I can promise you, I don’t.”

    Pidge pouted. “Right. Well, I’ll inform Matt of that if you so wish. There’s no need you getting worked up-”

    “I’m not worked up.” You pushed off of the counter, trying to get your thoughts under control. Your brain was telling you to sort this out. But what was there to sort out? There was no issue here - Matt believing you had a crush on Keith Kogane wasn’t an issue, was it? It wouldn’t go anywhere. After the summer was over, Matt would go back to the Garrison and you would be left behind to do your normal studying at a college you hated with people you hated just as much. 

    But for some reason, you didn’t want Matt walking around believing such a tale. It made your stomach knot, even though you were fairly positive he didn’t even care. Matt would most likely wake up today and not even remember that Jamie had told him such a thing.

     You inhaled shakily and looked down at Pidge once again. She was looking up at you now, her eyes soft with what you could only describe as worry. You forced yourself to smile at her, as weak as it was, as you said, “How about we try and scrounge some eggs, huh? I’m in the mood for an omelette, as well.”

    “Lift with your legs, Y/N!” your dad yelled from across the yard. “This will be great practice for whenever you go on that hike with your class later on in the year!”

    You winced as you wrapped your arms around the log you were due to move. Apparently it was in the way of the hiking trail, and naturally, the adults sent the children out to clear the path.

     You and Matt had been put in charge of moving the logs whilst Pidge and Jamie were busy raking the leaves and sticks that had fallen from the trees from the tiny breeze this place had managed to rack up in the past few days.

     Your arms burned. Sweat glistened off your back, and you were ninety percent sure your left pinky had fallen off after you had crushed it between a tree and a log on accident - you hadn’t been given the chance to look at it as your dad continued to yell what he thought were encouraging words at you.

    “Just a couple more!” he yelled. “Matt, good job! That Garrison workout must be doing you some good, my boy!”

    You rolled your eyes. “Dad, is this really necessary?”

    “We’re cleaning up nature,” your dad insisted. “Doing the world some good.”

     “You know what would do some good?” Jamie said. “Bringing me some water.”

    Your dad chuckled, patting Jamie’s head before he stowed off towards the house to grab the jug Jamie had requested. As soon as he disappeared beyond the tree line, you let the heavy log you had been trying to lift drop from your hands and roll against the grass.

    You slumped against the tree and caught your breath, wiping the sweat off of your brow with the back of your hand.

    “Too much for you?” 

    Matt’s voice startled you. You looked up at him, head tilted back against the bark of the tree and for a moment, you were almost positive Matt had been gazing at your exposed throat. It made you self-conscious. The sweat that must have been coating your skin would have looked-

    You shook your head. Why did it matter? It didn’t. It didn’t matter at all.

    “Just a little warm,” you replied. “You seem to be doing well if my dads chantings are anything to go by.” 

    Matt flushed. He was wearing an old flannel shirt today, a white vest peaking up from beneath the collar. Along with it he wore a pair of loose basketball shorts that did nothing to hide his tanned, muscled and currently dirt-ridden legs.

    “I think he was just being polite,” Matt said. “I’ve moved less logs than you.”

    You took a glance at the two piles of logs you and Matt had collected up - one was yours, one was his. Yours was heaped with around five, large logs whilst Matt had gathered three in the short space of time you had been out here.

    You raised a brow, suddenly impressed by your own work, despite the way your muscles screamed for mercy with every movement. 

    “Not much of an accomplishment, to be honest,” you said. “Moving a couple of logs isn’t something I’m going to put on my resume.”

    Matt chuckled. The noise sounded hoarse, a clear indication that was just as thirsty as everybody else. “If I were to read that, I would be very impressed.”

   “Immediately hire me, would you?”

    Matt grinned. “I would hire you anyway, I think. You just have that hire-able aura to you.”

    God, his words were so innocent. You could tell from his lopsided grin that he meant nothing by them - he probably wasn’t even telling the truth - but something in you fluttered and spiralled and your stomach clenched and you just had to look away. How could he do that? How could he say such simple, friendly things after the years of separation you two had gone through? After that last conversation where you had been so petty, and so young, unable to understand just what you were saying to him.

    You closed your eyes and smiled warmly, trying to make it seem like you were calm and collected and everything was going just fine. You didn’t want to reveal to him that, for the past three and a half days, your brain had been working in overdrive trying to figure out what was going on between you two. 

    He clearly wasn’t having the same thoughts. He clearly didn’t care that much. So why should you?

    You weren’t sure. You just knew that it was eating you alive thinking about it too much, and you wanted it to stop.

    Today will not go against me.

    You inhaled and shoved off the tree. “Tell you what, Matthew Holt. How about we have a little friendly competition?”

    Matt’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he was nodding. “Alright then. What do you suggest?”

    “Whoever can collect up the most logs by the time my dad gets back, wins.”

    “And what does the winner get?”

    “The satisfaction of winning.”   

    Matt’s famous lopsided grin returned. “The loser has to carry the winner back home after the hike this afternoon.”

    Your eyes widened, a laugh escaping your throat. “You want me to carry you?”

    “I never said you would have to carry me,” he said. “But if you’re so unconfident in your own skills-”

     “Deal! Deal! You have a deal,” you exclaimed. “Loser has to carry the winner home after the hike. All the way home.”

   It took ten minutes for your dad to return from the house with the jug of water and some glasses.

    During those ten minutes, you had shoved Matt into the leaves twice, he had cheated throughout the entire thing (you were convinced, though Matt insisted Pidge’s hand had ‘just slipped’ and that was why she was caught helping her older brother haul a particularly large branch to the pile) and you had won.

    You saw your father walking over the hill with Colleen at his side, Colleen carrying the glasses with her usual smile on her face. You whirled around, saw that your pile of logs had grown to fifteen logs, whilst Matt was still trudging behind you with only twelve.

    A yell of triumph left your throat. Matt heard it, spun around and groaned.

    “No way!” 

    “Ah, yes way!” you yelled, throwing your arms up in victory. Your father and Colleen raised their brows at you as you snatched a glass from Colleen’s hand, waving it around as if it were some kind of trophy. “I win this time, Mr Holt! Haha!”

    “That isn’t fair!” Matt exclaimed. He was standing up now, pointing an accusing finger at you. “You had a head start from the beginning.”

    “You agreed to the terms of service, buddy,” you said. “And now it seems like I have a free ride home after the hike today.”

     “What are you two going on about?” Colleen asked. 

    Matt rolled his eyes and nudged you with his elbow instead of replying to his mothers question. You giggled, nudging him back and, for a moment, you were back to the old days. Back to the days when you were fourteen years old, racing up trees, racing down dirt paths and knocking each other out of the way just to help your chances at winning. 

     It felt like that again. There was no uncomfortable tug of tension between you in this moment - just old, childhood memories that you actually welcomed this time. 

     You clearly hadn’t thought this through whenever you agreed.

    By the time the evening hike had ended and you were all turning back to head to the house for the night, you had pondered on what it was you were actually getting as a reward for your success today.

    Being lifted by Matt. Being in Matt’s arms. Being extremely close to Matt.

    He sighed when Sam finally announced that it was getting a bit too dark and you would be heading back. Everybody else started ahead, but Matt grabbed your wrist before you could join them.

    “A deals a deal,” he insisted, and before you could protest, tell him that he didn’t have to do such a thing and that the deal was stupid anyway, he had scooped you up bridal style in his arms and was beginning his trek back down the hill.

    You couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your throat at the feel of his arms wrapping tight and secure around your shoulders, beneath your knees. He barely seemed bothered by the new weight in his arms, walking as if he was as light as air. He kept his gaze firm ahead of him, gawking at the odd bird of squirrel that scuttled by before going back to looking forward.

    It wasn’t silent for long, though.

    “You know, now would be the perfect time for us to have that catch up we were talking about,” said Matt.

    You bit down on your lip, had expected him to bring it up eventually. “Right. Catch up. What have you been up to, then?”

    Matt looked down at you. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

    “Matt, we don’t have to talk about what happened if you don’t want to. You said it yourself - that was us four years ago. A lot has changed since then.”

     “Like we’ve matured?” he questioned. “Because if we’d really matured that much, we’d sit down and talk about what happened. We wouldn’t dance around the subject like it’s some kind of taboo subject.”

    “We’re not dancing around it. We’re accepting that it happened and moving on.”

    Matt suddenly squeezed your legs. The action was so sudden, so soft yet firm. His fingers pried into your knees, causing you to squeal and arch your back away from his arms.

     You looked up at him. “What was that for?”

    “For dancing around the topic and making it awkward.”

    You flushed, falling back into his grip. “Okay then, let’s talk about it. What have you got to say?”

     Matt thought for a moment. He had averted his gaze now, his eyes on the path that you two had cleared only hours before. The sun, as it dipped behind the hills, gave his light brown eyes a hazel glow to them, speckled them with violet.

    “I guess I just wanna know how you feel about it all now.”

    “It shouldn’t be my place to say.”

    “It is your place to say. It was four years ago, and it is now. I didn’t - After you said those things to me, I just thought you were being selfish, to be honest. It made me mad. That was why I said the things I did, as well.”

    You closed your eyes, trying to fight the memory out of your head, not wanting to dwell on it too much. Not now. Not when things were finally looking up for you.

    “Well, maybe you are the reason I want to leave! If you’re gonna try and crush my dreams, Y/N, then I don’t see why I should continue being your friend!”

    Those words had been in-bedded in your head for so long now. 

    “Matt, I don’t want you to go. You’re my best friend. The Garrison is so far away, and they don’t let you leave unless you want to become a deserter, and that’s dangerous. Please.”

    Those words had also been in-bedded in your head for a long time. Your fourteen year old self had been so desperate in that moment, voice wavering with tears dripping down your face. You remembered so clearly the look of pure anger that washed over Matt’s expression, the way he clenched his fists at his side as if he was very much ready to swing for you in that moment.

    You remembered the way he had told you to go to hell, said you were nothing more than a distraction before he had stormed off.

    You had stomped your foot through the tears, yelled to him that you hated him, never wanted to see him again-

    The next day, you remembered waking up and wondering why Matt’s voice wasn’t echoing through the halls of your home. You missed him.

    And now, here you were again, eighteen years old and in his arms, talking about the one day of your life that changed everything for you.

    “I was being selfish that day,” you said finally. “You had every right to say what you said.”

    Matt bit down on his lower lip. “No I didn’t. Because what I said were lies, Y/N, and we both know it. You weren’t just a distraction to me. You were my best friend.”

    Were. The word held more pain than Matt may have realised.

    “I understand now why you didn’t want me to leave,” he continued. “I put myself in your shoes. If it were you heading off to the Garrison, I’d feel the exact same way.”

    “You would never try and stop me, though. Not like I did. You wanted me to be happy.”

    “And I believe that you wanted me to be happy, as well.” He shifted you in his arms, moving so he held you in a more comfortable position. On instinct, you looped your arms around his neck.

    “I’ve always wanted you to be happy,” you said. “I just - wanted you to be happy with me.”

    You didn’t realise how that sounded until Matt’s eyes were snapping down to look at you, a mix of shock and disbelief clouding his irises. You struggled to take them back, though. Not sure if you wanted to. 

     Matt let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes for the space of a second before he opened them again. “How have things been since I left?”

     “Simple.”

    “Elaborate?”

    “I wake up every morning and go to school. Come home. Eat dinner. Go to sleep. Sometimes I’ll go out with friends, but I usually want to go home after a few hours.” You released a chuckle. “It’s not like how it was, that’s for sure. I miss you a lot.”

     Matt nodded slowly. “Things aren’t simple for me, but they’re different. I miss you as well.”

    “You could have phoned me up any day, you know. Even after the fight - I would have answered.”

    “I don’t doubt that. I just didn’t have the nerve to talk to you. Not after what I said.”

    You patted his chest lightly. “Don’t fret over that, Matt. What I said was ten times worse - and, by the way, I don’t hate you. I never hated you. Quite the opposite, actually.”

    He smiled. “And you’re still my best friend. Always have been.”

    “Always will be,” you responded.

    And even though you had spoken, cleared things up, there was still a heavy weight in your chest, because this couldn’t last long. This closeness. This bond. It couldn’t last long because Matt was heading back to the Garrison in a few weeks, and he was leaving you behind all over again. This time, you wouldn’t make the mistake of trying to hold him back. You would let him go, and smile as he did so because this is what he wanted.

    You would have to live with that, even though the thought of him leaving made your heart feel like lead.