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guys.. we are SO BACK‼️
first day skateboarding this year and omfg i've missed it T^T
honestly i thought i was gonna be super out of it but i picked up basically where i left off? skating around was fine and i worked on some backside reverts again askjandjan i'm so happy
SHUT UP WE ARE SK FUCKING BACK WE ARE SOOOO FUCKING BACK!!!!!! BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
the mistletoe comic by @heynhay was so so cute that it inspired me to write this little oneshot about the only red-blue pair ever
most of the dialogue from the beginning to the mistletoe scene is lifted directly from the comic, but then the story just snowballed from there !! it's under the cut and also here on ao3 <3
happy holidays!!!
When it happened, Lance had just put the finishing touches on the Castle’s first Christmas.
“There!” He steps back to admire his handiwork, before whipping around to flourish to the surrounding team. “Now we have an authentic Earth Christmas celebration!” Pidge coughs pointedly. “Well, as authentic as it can be with random alien stuff…but we made do!”
Lance surveys the room, from the makeshift tree decorated by Shiro and Keith to the red and green lights rigged by Pidge, and nods with pride. “We got it all–cozy sweaters from the Space Mall, adorable cookies made by our good chef Hunk, and of course, mistletoe!” He gestures to the drooping plant, taped to the arch of the door by his own two hands.
Allura peers up in question, eyebrows furrowed. “Why have you attached it to the door on its own?”
Lance grins. As the resident aliens, Lance had forced Allura and Coran to spectate the holiday decorating so that they could learn more about Earth culture, refusing to let them lift even a finger to help. They had spent the day learning about Christmas trees and ugly sweaters, gingerbread houses and presents, and now here came another teaching moment.
“Well, princess, anyone who walks under it has to be kissed,” he explains, winking and puckering his lips in demonstration. When Allura simply raises an eyebrow in response, Lance shrugs. “I’m just saying, a little smooch is in the Christmas spirit. You wouldn’t reject an honored cultural tradition, would you?”
He bats his eyelashes and pouts, laying the charm on as thick as he can, but the princess stays unmoved. “I fear in this case,” she snarks back, sticking her tongue out in jest, “I must.”
The rest of the team starts to giggle. “Struck out again, Lance,” Pidge remarks, a sly glint in their glasses. “Can’t take a hint, can you?”
“Ooh, good one, Pidge,” Hunk snickers, the two of them high fiving while Keith rolls his eyes.
Flushing, Lance blurts out, “Well, some say it’s bad luck to leave a mistletoe victim unkissed, and—“
While he lets his mouth run wild to save the last dregs of his dignity, Lance watches Keith march over in the corner of his eye. Faint warning bells ring in the back of his mind, and they grow frantic when Keith stops in front of him, gaze hard and searching.
“Keith? Buddy?” Lance chuckles nervously, all too aware of their newfound proximity and position under the mistletoe. This close, he can see the slightest wrinkle in his teammate’s forehead, and he’s struck with the absentminded thought to smooth it out, just to see how Keith would react. Such an absurd idea makes Lance trail off, uncertainty coloring his last half-hearted laughs, when Keith seems to find what he’s been looking for and pulls him down into a kiss.
For a few short seconds, Lance’s mind is utterly blank, shorting out while he tries to process the fact that Keith is kissing him—him!—in front of the entire team. For once in his life he regrets running his idiotic mouth (but how could he regret it, when it has led him here?) but then all too soon it’s over and Lance is shoved away.
“There,” Keith grumbles, face red and fist still gripping Lance’s ugly Christmas sweater. “Wouldn’t want you to have bad luck.” He lets go and stalks out of the room, leaving a gaping Lance behind.
“Dude,” Pidge says, the first to break the silence of the shellshocked team, “go talk to him.”
Lance jolts out of his reverie, making a mad dash for the door and flinging it open. “Keith!” He calls out into the hallway, ready to start running again. “Keith, where are—“
“I’m right here.”
“—oh.” Turning to the side, Lance sees Keith hunched right next to the doorway, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “Keith, dude, you- you can’t just kiss me and then run away.”
“Why not?” He bites out, which would’ve been more threatening were it not for his bright red ears. “You would’ve kept complaining about your ‘cultural tradition’ until someone kissed you–I just took one for the team.”
“Well, good on you for being a team player,” Lance elbows him playfully, but when Keith raises his shoulders even further he switches gears. “But Keith, you gotta know that you kissing me isn’t the same as Pidge or Hunk.”
Keith snorts. “Yeah, to you it’s worse.”
And Lance knows he needs to be cautious, knows that he has to be wary of which buttons to press to make sure the stubborn bastard right next to him doesn’t run away again, but he has just been kissed by that same stubborn, stupidly-handsome bastard so excuse his lack of judgement in what was surely to be his biggest drama queen performance since the Voltron show.
He lets out a long, obnoxious groan and throws his hands up into the air. “That’s not what I’m trying to say at all.” Now it’s Keith’s turn to gape as Lance rounds on him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “News flash, mullet, you are very enjoyable to kiss, and even before that you were always annoyingly pretty with your purple eyes and your moodiness and your- ugh!”
Rendered inarticulate by a fierce blush, Lance gestures at all of Keith in total frustration before sliding to the floor, covering his face. He feels more than hears Keith sit down next to him, tensing at their closeness for the second time that day.
“I thought you hated me,” Keith says softly. When Lance peeks through his fingers, he sees none of the acid from before–only an honest, unguarded confusion left on his features, along with a flush rivaling Lance’s own.
Lance sighs and lets his hands drop, head thunking against the Castle wall. “I was never serious about that. It was all just an act, my own bravado getting the best of me. I never meant to make you feel like I actually hated you.”
“Oh.”
The conversation trails off, Keith falling silent to ruminate on whatever it is pretty paladins think about while Lance struggles not to scream and draw more attention to himself after his completely unplanned failure of a confession. God, what was he thinking?
“You were enjoyable to kiss, too,” Keith speaks out into the hallway, voice a pleasant rumble. When Lance whips his head around, he smirks, continuing, “and you’re not too bad to look at, either.”
Lance huffs, though his flaming cheeks diminish his act of indignation. “Excuse you, I am a goddamn delight.”
Keith’s mouth curls into a smile, sufficiently drawing all of Lance’s attention as he goads, “Prove it, then.”
Lance is already reaching for Keith’s sweater to pay him back for his mistletoe stunt, but something in the other’s expression gives him pause. Under Keith’s determination, under that familiar flare of competition, there’s a hesitance in his eyes that has Lance wavering.
“I hope you know I’m not doing this for some contest or rivalry,” he mumbles, worrying at the bottom of his lip. “I really do want to kiss you.”
“Good,” Keith lets out a breath, snaking a hand around the nape of Lance’s neck, “because I really want to kiss you too.”
With that, he pulls Lance closer–or is it the other way around?–into a kiss. The angle is awkward at first, a mess of hands and noses, but then Lance winds his arms around Keith’s neck and Keith adjusts his grip on the back of Lance’s head and everything clicks. Keith’s lips are impossibly soft and they taste like the herb Hunk used for the sugar cookies, which is how Lance knows that he was sneaking bites when they were supposed to be setting up, but he can’t find it in himself to care when he’s too busy congratulating himself for running his mouth and landing himself in this situation in the first place.
Then the door creaks open, and the two spring apart.
“Glad to see you two resolved your differences,” Shiro remarks, raising a knowing eyebrow. Hunk slides a snickering Pidge a hundred GAC, while Allura just seems relieved to see that she would no longer be the victim of Lance’s flirting. “Now let’s head back inside–someone is a bit eager to open their gifts.”
At this, Pidge pumps their fist and ushers the team back to the Christmas tree, leaving Lance and Keith lingering in the doorway. In a moment of bravery, Lance laces his fingers with Keith’s, causing the other to jolt in surprise.
“Merry Christmas, Keith.” He squeezes their hands together with a light smile, tugging the other to where the team waited.
When Lance looks back, he’s graced with the sight of a crinkly-eyed Keith, warm with quiet affection. “Merry Christmas, Lance.”
RECRUITING MISTYNAT ARTISTS, EDITORS, WRITERS AND ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO MISTYNAT FANWORKS!
well, we all have been feeling the mistynat content shortage lately and the people have spoken sooooo....
mistynat week is back, but rebranded!
get ready to have some fun doing fanworks of any kind during a whole week, following some fun prompts while connecting with other fellow shippers!
everything will be decided by popular vote. we'll start by deciding the theme, then the prompts and the dates!
hope everyone is willing to join us, send us your suggestions, vote, create!
for more info: @mistynat-season
GUYS WE ARE SO BACK!! PIWON COMEBACK IN MAY LETS FRICKING GOOOOO >:000
On break rn and read the new chapter. Idk about yall but I feel like everything is gonna be solved with how dazai is acting about it
mind control
other versions:
no glasses+no web infront
inspo:
Carroll Borland, Mark of The Vampire
it's one of the promotional photos for the film, i believe
thinking about the fact that a lot of characters in saiki k is originally presented as a trope and a one dimensional character to make us laugh and slowly we see each of them grow to be so different from how they were presented, like nendo is a scary idiot but he actually is a kind person who loves his mom and would put his life on the line for anyone, and how kaido is an immature edgelord who actually is facing pressure from his family and is trying to explore his identity outside of being a former gifted kid, or teruhashi who is the perfect girl who is loved by all but she can’t find any value in herself if it doesn’t come from the male gaze and Kusuo who is presented as emotionless and hates people but actually loves his friends and does so many kind things because he cares so much about people even if he doesn’t show it
the devil's dance, and an angel's struggle
fun fact: I rlly rlly like nyan cat and tac nayn a whole ton and they r literally them and I stim
"We are sure that they weren't human?"
"The girls?"
"No, the guts Shauna... The guts"
Ferrari better not fuck it all up this weekend
Lewis Hamilton securing his first Ferrari pole in his second ever race with the team and breaks the all time lap record in Shanghai before a jubilant crowd
4 guaranteed 4* in a row - Crown of Suit gacha 90 110 pulls
also got a guaranteed four star on my 20th pull
40 & 90 + 110
BABE WAKE UP MAIN CHARACTER OF PAW PATROL BLOG JUST DROPPED
Welcome!
This blog is entirely dedicated to the character of the animated series "PAW Patrol" Mayor Humdinger. Screenshots from episodes, merchandise, arts (reposts) and other stuff will be posted here randomly. The author of this blog greatly appreciates the efforts of the animators in expressing his facial expressions, considering Humdinger to be the most emotional human character in the show. He's too memey and funny, and damn, how can you not love him?
The rules are simple:
✅ The blog is entirely dedicated to Mayor Humdinger, and hate towards this character is not welcome here. Everyone knows perfectly well that he is a villain who does villainous things, and that (blah blah blah) he belongs in prison. Thanks for your useless opinion about it here :3
❌ Political jokes are prohibited, NO POLITICS HERE.
If you still have questions write them to @doclocked-repost-blog.
Enjoy and have some fun!
