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sun-snatcher · 3 months

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🌾 ・ OF CLARION CALLS

summ. The rebellion runs into trouble, & Jet takes the brunt of it. In the aftermath, you fight to keep him alive. pairing. Jet x f!medic!reader w.count. 1.5k a/n. So little Jet fics/imagines around so i had to take matters into my own hands. Enjoy!

The moonlight casts a halo above your head, and for a brief moment, Jet thinks you’re a divine spirit, perhaps a goddess— or whatever it is his mother used to read to him before bed.

( In some ways, you are. )

…Jet, he hears, distant. He can’t pinpoint exactly where— every sound is either muffled or echoing, and the world keeps tipping in and out of a blur. All he can sense through the haze is the belt of dull pain creeping up his chest, and the cotton-numbness engulfing his head. Right. He’d been shot clean through his armor plate by a wayward arrow after he’d jumped infront of Sneers to protect him. He remembers now, vaguely. It had been an ambush on their way home.

...et, stay with me.

Jet.

“Jet!”

The world focuses. He inhales, sharp, and the pain blinds him white as he gasps.

“Easy there, handsome,” you joke (not really), holding his twitching body down and trying to meet his dazed look. The blood is thick enough to taste, and one look is enough to tell he’s walking a tightrope between life or death. He's growing colder, and losing colour by the minute. You make quick work to staunch the gaping wound in his chest, hope he can’t detect the shakiness in your hands, or the tears gathering in your eyes. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“Will he?” comes a voice behind the two medics crowding him. It’s Smellerbee, standing at the step of the medical tent; her voice sounds uncharacteristically frightened, and it sends a pang through your heart. I’m fine, Jet instinctively wants to insist, but you answer for him instead. “Yes. He will." ( And, well, surely such a small deception would not count against you, not when it was meant to give the others some measure of peace. )

Jet blinks, finally orienting himself enough to look at you and not through you— and blinks again. You’re lying. He could feel it. He could always tell, whenever it comes to you.

…Stay, he thinks, suddenly and senselessly, and clasps his bloodied hand around your wrist. He calls your name, voice straining in pain. But he must’ve said it aloud instead, because you’d smiled at him as gently as you could— even when it looked as if the effort of doing so would wound you— and said, calmly, convincingly: I promise, I’m not going anywhere.

“With me?” he asks, again, even when he knows he must’ve sounded like a madman. Perhaps it’s the bloodloss. Likely, it was. It wouldn’t be such a bad end, though, so long as you stood by his side. He wants to tell you this— been wanting to for a long time, now— but the strength has left him, leaving him floating somewhere between the world of waking and dreaming.

“With you,” comes your reply.

You catch the ghost of his trademark smile just before he slips away.

Jet survives.

That’s the first surprise.

The second is that; you’re here. Just as you’d promised.

He must have been out for longer than he thinks, because the atmosphere in the medical tent seemed to have ebbed to something much more conducive than last he remembers. The tinctures of alcohol and sedatives surrounding him and his bloody bandages that night are now replaced with dry ingredients; yarrow half-crushed in a mortar and pestle, mixed herbs and colourful liquids corked in tiny bottles and tins he couldn’t begin to name. His armour had been stripped from him, lying above a chest by the corner.

Ever the leader; “Sneers,” is the first word out his mouth, once he’d stirred awake on his cot and recognition returned slowly to him. It’s early sometime in the morning, judging by the colour of the sky outside the tattered tent flaps and the still quietness in the air. Beside him, an incense of sandalwood burns. “Sneers—”

“Is alive, thanks to you,” you override. The faint bitterness in your voice is not lost on him.

Somehow, someway, seeing him conscious now seemed to make you bristle. You think— no, you know— that it’s unfair of you; that it’s simply the pent-up frustrations and stress overflowing from the night he’d been hauled back to camp with one foot in the grave. But Longshot’s harrowing clarion call for a medic from the trees still rings clear as a bell in your head, just as much as the cold shock that had seized you the moment you realised the birdcall was for Jet.

“Good.”

“Not good,” you correct, “Not when you of all people pay the price.”

( Jet doesn’t delude himself into thinking that there could possibly be another meaning to what you said. It would be impossible. ) “You would’ve done the same,” he bites back, and takes your silence as quiet agreement.

“You’re upset,” Jet points out, narrowing his eyes. “Why?”

A sigh. “You just woke up,” you dismiss, if only to get him off your scent. “We can talk another day.”

“We’re already here, so let’s settle it now. The mission went well, and as far as I can see, I’m the only one in here, which means nobody else got hurt on the way back but me. Atleast, not as badly.”

It’s a debrief, you recognise. A coping mechanism for him— to spur himself into action and settle himself. Given the stress and trauma his body has been enduring the past days, you let it pass.

It’s only when you shift out from your seat by his cot, standing to begin putting away the bowls of medicine prepared, that Jet realises your fingers had been holding his wrist before. You must have stayed up for, what he can only imagine to be long nights, to keep track on whether his pulse was still beating. ( Something inside his chest burns. He can’t tell if it’s your doing or the injury being fussy. )

“I’m sorry,” he huffs, sighing out. “If that’s what you wanna hear.”

“For what?” You set the mortar down on your table with more force than necessary, and looked at him sharply from over your shoulder. Jet, damn him, still looks at you straight in the eyes, confident as ever. You want to kiss him. You want to break his nose. “For being a hero?”

“No.”

“Playing martyr?”

“No.”

“For saving Sneers? Everyone?”

“No—”

“Then what?”

“For scaring you,” he says, simply.

Your heart starts.

A frisson runs through you, and you feel the back of your eyes begin to burn.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that,” he emphasises, and doesn’t say, I’m sorry I made you cry, because your prideful self would have denied it instantly, even if he remembers it clear as day. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”

He yanks at a loose thread on the blanket you’d laid on him a night ago. It must have been terrifying to see him be dragged to the table, half-dead with a broken arrow in his chest, and leave a mess of blood and horror in his wake. It must have been terrifying, indeed, to be the one responsible for him against Death itself— to carry the weight of his life on your shoulders, while the rest of the Freedom Fighters watched on.

“It’s, it’s my job,” you turn away to close a drawer of medical instruments, because you’re not quite sure you can stand meeting his gaze. Not when it only reminds you of just how much he lived, breathed and bleeds chaos and revolution; not when you know this accident definitely won’t be the last.

You can’t handle him. Or maybe it’s yourself you can’t handle, when it comes to him. “Just, be careful.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he salutes mockingly, albeit with a wince. The flinch is what kicks you back into action.

“You’re staying in bed until you’re better,” you order, curt, ignoring his groan. His wrapped shoulder still seems painfully defiant despite all the numbing you’d given him; it would be a couple of weeks longer before he’d be fully healed, but knowing Jet— he’ll be up performing duties within a week. “That means no strain at all. No scouting or recon or hunting, got it?”

He lulls his head, but there’s a dash of humour on his face. “Since I’m bedridden, does that mean you’re at my every beck and call, then?”

Your face twists. He lets out a laugh when you answer, "In your dreams, Jet."

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

You roll your eyes, though without heat, and place a bowl of fresh water by his side. There is, at the very least, a smile on your face, and Jet’s sure he can sleep well tonight knowing you both are, at the end of the day, okay.

“Hey,” he calls your name, once you've begun making your way out the tent. You try to ignore how much more sweeter it sounds coming from him. “I really am sorry. I’m serious.”

He had caught your sleeve when he spoke, so your fingers now brush against his. You try not to focus on the touch too much. “So am I.”

“We can’t lose you, Jet,” you continue, unsteady; because saying I can’t lose you would have been unthinkable.

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womp-womp-waa · 14 days

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Daniel watched as his son peacefully slept covered in layers of blankets. He didn't know what happened in the other world that the children get trapped in, but all he knows is that his son was in pain there. Son. He knew that Aiden was his son he watched him grow up (did he really?) But he didn't know anything about him. Somebody of his blood, but in the end they were nothing but strangers to eachother. Deep down he knows that he should know more about his son. He knows that he should be a father.

Is it too late to be a father? Is it too late to make it up to Aiden? To show that he isn't in this alone? Maybe he still had a chance, he was only 16. Aiden is still a child, maybe he could be a father.

But how? How could he get closer to Aiden? He was always too busy with work to find out anything about him, so what does he and Aiden have in common?

Maybe it was too late to be a father, but he could still try.

#I know somebody on here made this hc #That Daniel wants to get closer to Aiden bit doesn't know how #Whoever you are #Please tell me #So I can give credit for the idea #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #aiden clark #sbg (webtoon)#sbg #daniel clark #jessica clark

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uncanny-tranny · 2 years

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Your life isn't a to-do list. You're allowed to exist, to take life as slow as you'd like. The dreams you have won't suddenly disappear. It's okay to stop and smell the roses, or to engage with "childish" things, or to recover, or do what you need to.

#positivity #encouraging words #life doesn't need to be a speedrun or a 100% run #sometimes it feels like i'm wasting my life but... who gets to tell me what is wasteful? i'm surviving out here and that's okay #and it's okay if you're also somebody who people think is 'wasting your life'#that's such a meaningless and frankly a very cruel thing to say to a person #because you'll see people call somebody's life wasteful because they're simply coping with disability/mental illness/grief/ect #it's a meaningless saying to tell somebody how YOU think they're wasting life. your life isn't a waste point-blank #we ought to be kinder to ourselves for choosing what we want/need out of our lives rather than placating to what is imposed on us...#...or the expectations we impose on ourselves #be kinder to yourself whenever you can. it's hard as hell but please choose kindness toward yourself #just something i thought about and felt like it was impirtant to me #i couldn't complete high school 'on time' because of covid and because i was in crisis. i felt so much shame about that. i felt stupid...#...i felt unworthy. but who decided that i am those things? the crisis i was in could have killed me. i couldn't deal with school then...#...it humbled me because i had to learn that i am not immune to needing to be kind to myself. i am human - i'm not a mindless drone...#...you aren't a mindless drone either. you are an individual. you deserve to feel safe. you deserve understanding and compassion...#...but not ONLY from others. you deserve it from yourself as well

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terribleoldwhitemen · 1 year

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Look after them. Dad won't understand.

#itv endeavour #originals #gifs #not me giffing this scene for the sake of miserable disheveled thursday no sir your honor sir #but can somebody PLEASE tell me what it means that morse follows him inside. like what does that conversation look like.#'yeah she's gone. no she didn't say. why was I parked outside your house at dawn in the first place? well you see--'#[but in seriousness what does it mean?? does thursday intend for him to follow? is it a silent invitation?#do they all just have the world's most morose breakfast together? okay I'm back to being flippant again it seems]

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runningatypufullspeed · 2 months

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I AM BEING FORCED TO ROLEPLAY AS SCYTHE FUCKING GODDARD FOR MY SCHOOLA SISIGNMRNT CAN SOMEONE END ME PLEASE END ME NOW

#CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME?? LIKE GIVE ME SOME POINTERS #arc of scythe #only talking about the first book btw I forgot literally everything else #IVE ANNOTATED HIS CHARACTER FRONT AND BACK BUT LIKE DESPITE ALLAT IM STILL REALLY SHIT AT ROLEPLAY #also I SUCK at 0aying these sorts of villains if he was creepy that’d be a different story but he’s just pompous #and greedy and sadistic and power hungry like YEAH he is KIND of creepy but not like. captain beatty #weird comparison but *vague hand gestures #scythe goddard #I actually think it’s really interesting how both he and scythe curie glean for the sake of solving stagnation #it’s just that scythe curie gleans handpicked stagnant people whereas #goddard thinks that EVERYONE is stagnant thus he feels the need to not only glean them but traumatize them as well #‘’remind them of their mortality’’ or whatever bs I CANT ACTUALLY TELL IF HES BEING GENUINE BUT #THATS WHAT I GOT FROM HIS JOURNALS #who knows maybe that’s just an excuse to end lives excessively ugh he’s such a #I don’t wanna say shallow character? but. but #SOMEBODY HELP ME? PLEASE?#I WANNA GO BACK TO F451ING

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felizusnavidad · 19 hours

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it's so funny when someone tells you you look happier now because you smile all the time when in reality you know damn well you couldn't get out of bed today

#it's so easy to pretend when you're at work tho #but like it's really bad right now #what the hell does he know #also coming to my store only to tell me this is weird af behaviour like #why are you coming here to talk to me and tell me about your little daughter and show me her pictures #we're not friends #just do your fucking job and leave me alone #stop being hot and funny and cute in front of me #it makes me feel depressed #i wanna cry for hours i hate this guy #i'm a fucking clown #somebody please just give me a gun #the unwanted delivery guy*#but sincerely can you hear me?*

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local-femboyhooters · 6 months

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"Fuck you. My child is completely fine."

Dude... Your child watches JJK.

#not sure if somebody has made this #and if they have please tell me so I can delete this #I dont wanna steal anyone's idea #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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miscellaneoussmp · 8 months

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I've been writing a lot of fluff, so I am back to writing angst. Anyways, here's something about soulmates and below average body temperature (cw/tw: General Pac trauma and blood/violence mentions):

Pac's always ran a little colder than everyone else. That's just a fact of life. It's always been like this. Pac's body temperature always surprised people, too. Nobody seemed to expect his hands to be cold or him to shiver when others were sweating. Maybe that's why he took to running. You can't be cold when adrenaline forces your body to warm your muscles to run for your life. That's a bit of an exaggeration, but that's beside the point. Pac's always been cold. Mike never questioned why his other half's hands were always cold to the touch, accepting it as fact. His hands were warm, melting the cold from the very beginning. That's just how it is.

Pac had always exaggerated when he said he's freezing. Then, he was laying on cold concrete. Every little bit of warmth was draining from him, even though his lungs burned as they expelled whatever oxygen they could to produce sound. The scream turns to static in Pac's ears even now. Then, he's stabbing himself in the thigh with a needle, his hands shaking. Adrenaline. It spread warmth around his body. Forcing his heart to keep pumping just a bit longer. Cold metal and plastic replaces flesh, Pac thinks it's fitting.

Even when he's cold, wet, trapped, and most importantly alone, Pac can still feel a sense of warmth. It's somewhere in his heart, or soul, or something like that. It's been there for years. He knows it's Mike, even when they're apart. It's love, their version of it, sitting comfortably in his chest. Love is warm as it's meant to be. He knows there's more love than what exists in the fabric of his very being. This love is easier to hold onto, a spark that keeps him from freezing. Then, people are saved from the motionless frost. Pac finds family in the frost. Tubbo's hands are cold like his. There's no temperature difference in shared materials. It's almost exciting; the shared cold. Fit's hands are warm, burning like a flame, but that might be Pac's exaggerations again. It's almost exciting; having an external heat. Then, Mike falls into inky black void. The spark disappears with him. Pac wonders if he'll finally freeze over now.

Pac thinks he's getting colder, physically and emotionally. His spark is missing, and he's terrified to find out who will leave him next. He's offered a way to stave off part of the freeze that threatens his being. The pills are white like snow. They buzz under his skin with artificial electric warmth. It's exciting; his tears and blood rushing from his nose don't threaten to burn him from the inside out. The electrical buzz of artificial warmth keeps him from freezing solid. It feels so good to be warm. Then, he's trapped in cold metal bars again. Pac's handed another needle, his hands shaking. Stabbing the needle into the thigh, which is still connected to flesh and bone, sends a rush of cold throughout his body. Cellbit's hands are warm, as he helps Pac stand again, they hold a promise. Pac wonders if he'll ever be warm on his own.

It's cold. It's really cold. Mike's hands are cold, too. That's new and terrifying in an unfamiliar way. Pac can't feel the spark, even as he stands in front of him. The spark was reduced to nothing but a fading ember lacking warmth but still glowing red. He can't warm Mike's hands within his own. Pac's other half's hands are just marginally still warmer than his. He tries to ignore the way they both shiver in the sun.

For as long as Pac could remember, he's held a pointed icicle at his own chest, over his heart. The sharp ice always just far enough away to not be an immediate threat but close enough to be noticed. It was always melted by the spark, sharp point dulling in the process, and pulled away by Mike. He wouldn't let Pac freeze. Now, there's a hand over his, coming from behind him instead of infront, and the other at the blunt end of the ice pushing it closer. The icicle now threatens to pierce his heart as it sits barely touching his sternum. It's love, their version of it, threatening his chest. Love is as cold as it's supposed to be. Maybe, just maybe, Pac thinks, freezing over wouldn't be so bad if it was caused by the person he loves and trusts the most, his soulmate. Maybe, just maybe, if Pac uses enough force, he could pierce both their hearts.

#qsmp #qsmp drabble #qsmp fanfiction (sorta)#qsmp pac #qsmp mike #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp tubbo #qsmp fit #qsmp cellbit #half of this was written from 1-3 am so please enjoy my tired ramblings #we love pac here prommy #my ass and symbolism somebody should stop me /silly #im a member of the always cold club can yall tell?

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floatyhands · 2 months

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Because it’s really hard to figure out how Gilda would teach Harvey how to sculpt stuff (I have been informed that he had been shown at least once to sculpt with clay very well), I have decided to show Gilda wearing Harvey’s baseball tee while he teachers her how to swing a bat.

If any Americans and/or people who understand baseball can tell me if this looks plausible that would be neat.

Reference for bat-swinging below the cut (yes it’s Steven Universe Ruby and Sapphire baseball gif)

#gilda dent #gilda gold #harvey dent #headcanon doodles #my art #also can somebody please tell me what the Gotham baseball team is named? Knights? Mammoths? Griffins?#doings of the dents #floaty does dc

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captdedeyes · 4 months

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Valerie would get SO much done had it not been for this one fatal flaw 🛌

(No text version & the base meme under the cut)

#original characters #valerie #my art #also can somebody PLEASE tell me what manga this meme is using I couldn't track it down :(#curious to know if said manga is worth reading

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lyxchen · 6 months

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I'm pretty sure that this is David Tennant's hand and if it's not... well then I just drew a random very hot hand

(Reference picture is under the cut)

#i'm not sure if i might be too obsessed with drawing hands...#but they're so much fun to draw and very pretty #i just saw that picture on pinterest while looking for david tennant pictures (that man has so many good pictures i can use for art)#so i'm like 97% sure that this is his hand #if somebody knows where the picture is from please tell me :3 #lyxchen's art #drawing hands #david tennant

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sewerpalette · 2 months

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Holy crap, the AO3 subnautica tag is so active, it was radio silent like a couple months ago and now something new is popping up every other day. That’s kinda unusual with how small this fandom is.

Well, let’s hope it stays that way.

#subnautica #video game fandom #ao3 #idk if you can use bad words on this app somebody please tell me

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m00ngbin · 4 months

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I need to find someone who makes animatics and beg them to tell me what program they use and how they match the drawings up with the songs they're using

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thaliagrayce · 8 months

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i've been talking abt my voltron playlists and @iveofficiallygonemad asked to hear them and i want to share with anybody who wants!! i know they're not perfect, i'm working on them & trying to make them better. if you have any recommendations for any of them, let me know!! there's like A Lot and i want to give a lil explanation for most of them, so i'm putting them under the cut ^-^

SO first i have my favorite one <3 it's just. all of them. it's the whole team. it's a mess and it's a bunch of different genres because it's them fighting over the aux cord on a road trip. it's them trying to make each other laugh or annoy each other or play something catchy enough it will infect everyone in the vicinity with brain worms.

Hunk: i'm pretty happy with my Hunk playlist! chill vibes. he strikes me as the kind of guy who listens to calm music to try to find his own calm, and that's what i got here :)

Pidge: this is messier and less cohesive than my usual playlist because frankly i think pidge would have a shit taste in music. all over the board. this is a mix of meme songs and 8-bit covers and vocaloid and stuff that i think pidge would genuinely connect with, and i think pidge listens to all their music on shuffle without any regards for genre or mood because they're a gremlin. nobody gives pidge sole control of the aux.

Coran hears 80's music for the first time and loses his mind. He thinks ABBA is humanity's single greatest achievement.

Lance: i have ideas about where I'm going with this but haven't really settled yet. Lance seems like the kind of boy that loves to dance (is that canon? i forgot) so most of these are Bops That Make You Move in some way or another. he likes to present an upbeat face to the world, so there's no angsting in this playlist! we are clinging to the things that make us happy with both hands until our knuckles turn white!

Keith: i'm gonna be honest. i made him a playlist but i honestly don't think he cares about music very much. it's very important to some people! he's just not one of them! i haven't cracked this playlist open in a while but i'm pretty sure it's full of songs that i think he would conceivably train/work out to.

Shiro: this playlist involves the dumbest headcanon i have for shiro that has just not left me alone since i first thought of it. most of the playlist reflects the fact that he had an emo phase in middle school (that one isn't a headcanon, you just have to look at him to know) but BUT there are a few songs on here that are on here because. little known fact. he also went through a Twilight phase that he told nobody about. (keith knows. keith was there.) he has the entire twilight soundtrack memorized. he moved past the story but the music stays forever. he used to daydream about slow dancing to Flightless Bird, American Mouth. the first time Coran mentions that they have to avoid a place because there's a supermassive black hole there, he has to bite his tongue in order to keep a straight face. do NOT ask me why i believe this so wholeheartedly.

Allura's playlist sucks right now. I think it's because in my heart of hearts i know that, were she on earth today, she would go fucking nuts for taylor swift. i have ambivalent feelings for taylor swift. i cannot do allura justice like this. if you see my vision and have recs as to what might actually fit her, PLEASE.

Klance: i haven't done it yet but i'm gonna go through this and sort it to be a sort of progression of their relationship, starting with the more combative Rivalry songs, then slipping into "oh shit oh shit" songs, then maybe ending on the more lighthearted purely romantic songs <3

(i have two songs in a shallura playlist which does not at all encapsulate how much i'm obsessed with them. the tiny cop inside my head is just constantly screaming at me that i'm going to get yelled at for liking shallura. i am going to kill the cop inside my head.)

#mj talks #oooooh i don't know if i actually want to put this in the show tag. that's a lot of people. that's a lot of people that might see this.#fuck it we ball #voltron #anyway. as i said if you like music and you have songs that you think fit please send em over #also who wants to talk about shallura? i want to talk about shallura.#i rewatched the first ~3 seasons (the best part of the show and some of season 3) with my roommate a while back and.#ngl if we're strictly talking about the show itself and not fanworks. i care about shallura SO much more than i care about klance.#oh i should probably tag #klance #in case anyone has that blacklisted and just doesn't wanna see it #BACK TO MY POINT.#rewatch seasons 1 and 2 and you will see there was a REASON everyone included shallura in the background of their fics #and it wasn't just shoving 'space mom' and 'space dad' together #there is a very real and very compelling dynamic there. the mutual respect. the connection that comes with taking responsibility.#watch shiro's whole deal after allura gets herself captured so that he can go free and try telling me it's all in my head. just TRY.#anyway i have a lot of complicated thoughts about shiro's sexuality and most of them boil down to I Don't Think It Was Planned #i think they shoved it in last minute because somebody higher up #(not the writers i don't blame u writers i know that you have people breathing down your necks telling you what you can and can't do)#some higherup didn't like any queer storylines that might have been in the works and pulled them from the show #but then there was fan backlash because... gay people are loud now? people wanted A Queer In Space? wild thought #so they had to save their ass and actually deliver on what they had promised in interviews/on the internet/idk i didn't keep up too much #because it was so clumsily revealed! there was no buildup!#it felt very shoehorned to me unfortunately. when a) they had already built a solid and compelling potential relationship for shiro #(see above)#and b) klance was? right there? like. dude. you /had/ to have seen that. or at least some of it????#backstory dead fiance was not the best move vis a vis queer representation and i reject him #if you want me to care about a relationship try going back to storytelling basics and Show Don't Tell :)#not giving you brownie points for that 'queer representation' :)#anyway. that's my shallura manifesto in the notes.

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