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Little Orange Kitten Copies Everything His Big Black German Shepard Brother Does
I respect and hear and love people who say Lance’s love language is touch. However, I raise you quality time:
When Hunk is tinkering with his gadgets, Lance is thrilled just to ramble on about his day in Hunk’s presence.
Pidge says she’s going to a planet for a rare metal alloy and Lance immediately volunteers to go, just for a change of scenery and a chance to spend time with Pidge.
Allura rubs her eyes late at night, but she isn’t alone, ‘cause Lance is leaning into her as he blinks away exhaustion.
Shiro reading silently and Lance reading beside him, occasionally laughing at his book because he can’t hold it in.
Coran looks for someone to play an Altean board game against and Lance agrees. Even though he hates the game, he loves being near Coran, especially when the man is so bubbly.
And finally Keith, quietly asking if Lance wants to go look for food with him. Lance is so shocked and strangely honored to be asked that he beams, eyes sparkling.
All he ever wants is to exist in the presence of those he loves. Being invited just makes it that much sweeter, makes him feel that much more wanted.
Taylor, on the phone: What’s up, Aiden?
Aiden: I’m sitting in a pool of blood.
Taylor: …Um, is it YOUR blood?
Aiden: I think so.
Taylor: Do you know where the blood’s coming from?
Aiden: Probably the stab wound.
Taylor: YOU’VE BEEN STABBED?!
Aiden: Oh, yeah, definitely.
I needed to hear this, thank you
Listen guys, you don't need to look nice to go outside. Your health is more important than appearances.
I just went on a walk in my pajamas, greasy hair in a shitty bun, acne, and a pair of new balance sneakers. Cars passed by and I said hi to everyone who passed. Did I feel self-conscious? Of course, but it was worth it.
Now I feel a lot better, because I didn't A. Overextend by forcing myself to shower/get dressed/put on concealer beforehand or B. Avoid doing anything because I felt like a mess.
Go outside and be however you are. It's not your job to look good to random strangers, you deserve to go outside.
You have had an absolutely terrible life and decided to go to the fae realm and start screaming your name, hoping to be forgotten or erased. But instead, the king and queen of the fae have gained an odd interest in your existence.
People used to comment on web comics.
People used to comment on fanfiction.
People used to comment on fanart.
People used to comment on OCs.
I hate "content" culture.
I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.
People used to be excited about the art that other people created.
People used to want to share that excitement with creators.
I hate this future.