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Ada Limón, from “World Versus Girl”, Sharks in the Rivers

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reaching by europa_report

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Keith falls for Lance the day he watches him fall in love with someone else.

Sounds dramatic, he knows; he and Lance are barely acquainted, barely seventeen, and Keith can barely stomach friendship, let alone love.

Lance is more object than person, and in a year he’ll cringe at his idealistic notion of ‘them’. But they’re barely seventeen, and Lance is a wild smile and tussled hair and late to every class. He’s a distinctive voice in the hallway and an overt laugh in the cafeteria, he talks at the speed of sound and has won the affection of the determinedly shy boy in their physics class (Hunk, Keith thinks his name is). Lance plays volleyball in spare period, and Keith grows attached to the way his voice cracks on the cheer during their pre-game huddle, and to the blue tank top adorning his tanned shoulders. As the match progresses it bleeds bluer as sweat makes the fabric heavy; Keith feels the same weight sinking his stomach.

It's a hopeless affliction. That’s Keith’s problem: he can never touch the things he cares about. He’s too brash, only knows how to push and grab. It draws the wrong kind of attention; nothing he grabs wants anything to do with him.

He watches Lance from afar, because if he makes his move he knows it’ll only come out as a push or grab, as a fight he wasn’t even asking for, because that’s the only way Keith knows how to get anything. So he watches and he slips, and though his fingers grapple for the slope, eventually he falls. He falls for Lance and the day he realises it, Lance drops to his knees in the middle of the library and unabashedly begs Cindy Owens to go on a date with him.

They become the talk of the Garrison, largely because they’re the most insufferable couple Keith has ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on (and he considers most couples a misfortune to lay eyes on). They spoon-feed each other lunch in the cafeteria, and trade kisses in the back of calculus class, and pass encrypted notes over the public messaging system while the whole class is learning to navigate star clusters. By the time Lance is spotted crying into Hunk’s shoulder cause they’ve broken-up, Keith is so sick of his disgusting romantic gestures toward Cindy that he’s blown their relationship to shit. He pushed, didn’t even attempt to grab, and from that moment on it’s Lance and Keith, neck-and-neck, finger on the nerve, and they don’t stand a chance.

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Congratulations! You are now a Magic-User!!

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People know that the whole "don't portray [harmful action] because viewers might recreate it" thing is a rule for children's shows right? It's supposed to be shit like "don't show peppa pig playing with fire so we don't get sued if a kid watches it and burns their house down." Not like, fanfiction for adults.

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if you’re white and wanna write a poc character and feel awkward about it i implore you to ignore any twitblr stuff treating it as a massive ethical burden and instead come in more with the same mindset you’d have if you wanted to write about idk firefighters but didn’t know anything about firefighters so you do... research. Like fuck off with the weird kinda creepy calls for spiritual introspection you’re not writing about god damn space aliens you’re writing about humans and if you think you need more perspective of different life experiences just read?

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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

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fucking losing it over this thumbnail

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why don't you read this piece where odysseus is a trucker speaking to athena on the radio and maybe you'll calm down

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She can’t remember anything, but he will remember her every day how much she means to him.

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what if Zelda doesn’t remember anything after her dragonification.

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love the word “rapscallion”. like not only are you a rascal but you’re also kind of spring onion about it too

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Goddessdammit Linky, pull yourself together!! I headcanon that after the "The Dragon's Tears" and "Crisis at Hyrule Castle" quests, Link's behavior is so erratic and self-destructive that Purah and the sages strap him to chair and make an INTERVENTION!! They are WORRIED!! 😢 Poor Link misses Zelda so much💔💔💔

But! he has FRIENDS and they CARE FOR HIM ♥♥ ------

PS: Yup, it's a shameless homage to Edna Mode

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Top-Tier Villain Motivations

They will be safe. It doesn't matter who else or what else burns as long as They will be safe.

I will be safe. The hunger and the cold will never touch me again.

Fuck any bitch who's prettier(/cooler/better-liked/better at making dumplings) than me.

Yes, Master

Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. LOVE ME!

I know the terrible things these so-called "heroes" will do if I don't stop them (<- is absolutely wrong)

I don't want a better future, I want a better past!

No other way to get performance art funded these days

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dialogue prompts for ~injury~

!!please credit/tag me!!

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”

“I know, I know it hurts.”

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."

“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

“Where are they? Where are they?!”

"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."

"You just watched them die."

"This is going to hurt, okay?"

"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"

"I came as soon as I heard."

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

"Help them! Please!"

"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."

"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."

"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."

"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”