It was good. Really good, even though his lips were chapped and Keith kinda smelled like sweat, actually it might’ve been because of that that it was so good. 

Lance had imagined what it would be like to kiss Keith, a lot, like a lot a lot and it was never like this.

He imagined the kissing on the battlefield, Even though kissing in the middle of a mission is just asking to get shot.

Keith would be all stoic like "See you on the other side," with his mullet blowing in the wind. Then Lance would be all like "Not if I see you first." Then they would make out. Rough, both of them pushing too hard. Keith would make Lance forget his own name and hopefully bite him, but the whole thing was ridiculous. 

Keith really isn’t even that stoic, honestly he's kind of a dork, and really gullible, and Lance thinks a little shy.

They had started hanging out on the observation deck most nights after Lance had saved Coran. They never discussed it. Lance would come after tossing and turning for hours, trying and failing not to think about everything he left behind. His mom, the picture of Nadia on his bedside table, the rain. He would come here and trace his journey through all the planets they visited. He practiced the story he was gonna tell to his Mama and family. Thinking about how he would have to keep out all of the near death experiences. 

Keith would join him after he got too tired to train, but not before he took a shower, which Lance always teased him for. 

Then they would talk. Keith was a good listener and if Lance talked for long enough Keith would share too. Lance had all sorts of Keith trivia stored up. His dad was a firefighter, his shack didn't have running water, and when he couldn't sleep he used to sit up on the roof and look at the stars.

Lance also learned that he really really liked him. Which was embarrassing, and he was never ever going to tell anybody this.

But, he was going to keep coming to the observation deck. Apparently that was enough of a confession, because here he was, and Keith had kissed him. He was still kissing him, and it wasn't a fight like he thought it would be. It was just nice, and good, and Lance didn’t forget his name, he felt more like himself with Keith.

He wondered what his Mama would think about Keith, she would probably take one look at his big sad eyes and demand that he had to stay for dinner. Then definitely laugh at Lance for all the times he called home to rant about Keith.

Keith suddenly bit Lance’s lip and pulled away. "Stop thinking so loud."

"What?" Lance said, dumb with kisses.

Keith leaned in again, bumping his nose with Lance's. "Don't think so much."

"Yeah," and it was less of a word and more of an exhale of sound "Yeah, okay" and Lance closed the distance.

It's a nice day to be a normal fucking woman with no problems whatsoever

A non-comprehensive list of media that makes me go "your house really shouldn't be doing that, man":

House of leaves

Piranesi

Blue Prince

house md

also why is the first torturing spike by forcing his head underwater. did the writers forget that he doesn't need to breathe........

ohhhh of course, i should have realized........

i don’t want to be angry anymore i’m never going to hate again unless someone says something really stupid or if i see something i don’t like at all or maybe just whenever i feel like it

“So this fic has been abandoned but you should read it anyways because…” hold up. Have you not been reading all promising fics regardless of completion this entire time

Today I learned that an alarming number of yall are filtering fic by “completed works only” which is WILD to me because some of the best shit I ever read was incomplete. Just like how some of the best friendships fade, the best experiences end, the best partners pass away before you’re ready. Nobody wants good things to end but they do and that doesn’t make them less meaningful. And sometimes a tree must be nurtured before it can grow

everyone being soooo horrified by anya suggesting that buffy starts charging money for slaying is so fucking funny. baby that's the angel investigations business plan!

Changing the relationship status to "Stalemate"

Changing the relationship status to "Uneasy truce"

Changing the relationship status to "Mutually assured destruction"

Just found out Dawn’s whole deal, that’s so awesome

McGonagall is strict about seating charts. She separates James and Peter because they distract each other. She separates the Prewett twins because they cause explosions.

But she never separates Sirius and Remus.

One day, a substitute professor takes over Transfiguration and immediately moves Sirius to the front and Remus to the back to stop them from whispering.

The lesson is a disaster. Remus, usually top of the class, can’t get his teapot to sprout legs. Sirius, usually a natural, ends up shattering three teacups in frustration. The air in the room feels heavy, static, and discordant.

When McGonagall returns, the substitute complains about their lack of focus. McGonagall just sighs and moves them back to their shared desk.

Immediately, the static clears. Remus casts a non-verbal spell perfectly. Sirius leans back, relaxed, his magic settling instantly.

"It’s called Magical Resonance," McGonagall explains to the confused substitute, watching them bicker over a quill. "Mr. Black’s magic is volatile and chaotic. Mr. Lupin’s is controlled but often suppressed. When they are within three feet of each other, they create a perfect circuit. They don't just work better together, they literally balance each other’s magical cores. Separating them is like trying to split an atom. It just causes a mess."