i need to follow more australians bc my dash is so empty at night
-clears throat-
g’day mates what a lovely arvo it is. i love me some beaut shallie ships and im big on jeith and heith atm so please give this post a bloody like if you post heaps of that stuff !! righto !! ta !!
“Aw man I wish you could like go on ~platonic dates~ with friends and like sleep in the same bed as your friend and cudddle with your friends and have someone that you don’t just hang out in groups with but like, have long deep conversations and share secrets”
I don’t know what the fuck happened to you guys younger than me in your formative years but literally everyyyything you’re describing is something that was included in the concept of ‘best friends’ as it was repeatedly presented to me as a child and teen.
SOmething happened along the way that got so many people thinking that ‘friend’ is ‘anyone and everyone you repeatedly have ‘friendly’ contact with’ and that’s NOT TRUE.
We need to seriously bring back the word ‘acquaintance’. You need to familiarize yourself with it.
Because all of you complaining about having friend groups full of people who talk shit about you or exclude you? You don’t have friends, those are acquaintances.
Those ‘friends’ who don’t actually know much about you and aren’t that concerned about you? Acquaintances.
Those ‘friends’ you know who wouldn’t go one on one with you shopping, to lunch, to the movies? Acquaintances.
You are acquainted. You know each other. You are friendly towards each other. But that’s it. You’re not friends.
Somewhere along the way the term ‘friend’ became ‘anyone you know and talk to in a positive manner’ and that’s fine but in that case we ALSO need to re-legitimize the term best friend.
Because to a one, every post whining about ‘platonic mates’ and pining for ‘platonic dates’ is literally just someone wishing they had a best friend.
All of them.
Addition: You can be friendly to someone without being friends. Everyone who is friendly to you isn’t necessarily your friend.
And that’s okay. Having people in your life that are not and never will be your friends is normal and good.
It helps you see and thus value who your friends actually are. They’re special people for a reason.
the concept of cuddling or sharing a bed with a best friend (who isn’t my spouse) is horrifying to me, OP. people’s boundaries fall in different places and having extremely intimate physical contact with friends who aren’t romantic partners is *not* intrinsically included in the definition of friendship.
Hey.. honey…
Did you know that just because something exists doesn’t mean you have to do it?
Just because YOU don’t want to lay next to your best friend doesn’t mean it’s suddenly not normal for anyone to do it. And it doesn’t erase the fact that for children AND adults, it’s normal to lay in bed together and talk, fall asleep together, sleep over, hug, etc.
You may prefer friendships without intimacy. That’s on YOU. That doesn’t suddenly mean it’s not within the realm of the Normal Human Experience of friendship to do so.
Your issues are YOURS. Whether or not YOU want to sleep with your friends is irrelevant to my point at large, which is that the relegation of intimacy to romance is atrophying friendships, and the idea that everyone you ever meet and interact positively with is your friend. I never said ‘go sleep with your friends you have to now’ (wtf)
ok hc keith is good at cooking but only in large quatities his dad used to bring him down to the fire house and hed help papa kogane cook on his days so keith is utterly incapable of cooking for less than five ppl like five is just the smallest he can go it just feels too little if not ,,,,
i? fn love this?? headacanon? so? fn? much? like,
keith is really great at cooking from scratch. the firehouse kept a lot of the same staples on hand at all times so keith can work wonders and make diverse meals out of just beef, beans, some veggies, assorted spices, and cornmeal. just. the wonders. hot sauce goes on everything. which is why hunk and he dont like to share a kitchen. “how can people taste the food if youre burning their taste buds, keith?!”
and honestly this headcanon is so fn perfect for ketihs found family which,, IS HUGE. basically this headcanon is the best way to highlight hte fact that keith grew up surrounded by people who loved him, protected him and doted on him– went through the biggest tragedy a child can face– only to come out the other side with a slew of people who literally walk side-by-side with him through hell. so of fucking course hes gonna whip out those cooking skills and sit them down and teach them about the magic of using a tortilla for every meal of the day.
I made more..
So he only knows how to cook in large batches for like 5+ people,, and we’re talkin 5 firemen,, so really like batches for 8+ people- a lot of food. Perfect for the journey back to earth
Please imagine the team stopping on a semi-lush planet, and hunk’s doing the “scavenging for food thing” and keith just,, pops up. Out of a bush. Like a daisy. “Hey hunk, need help”
And so they sass around the mulberry bush,, lookin for noms
And they get back to camp and keith just goes into “the cook” mode, choppin shit and separating it out, lightin fires and what have you. And hunks just,, “okay.. Gotta feed /counts/ 9 people? Plus a wolf” keith “lol i got this”
Starts throwing stuff in the pot (in my head its gotta be a stew, i just see keith being really good at making chili) hunk is lowkey disturbed at how casual keith is about eyeballing his measurements, nervous cause hunk doesn’t /know keith can cook.
But anyways keiths got that food simmering, stirring and tossing scaps to the wolf like “yea he prefers raw food, i almost got him to fetch once by tossing some chunks of food around and bribing him to come back mid-bite with more food,, still didnt work”
Hunk learns a lot about keith’s journey while they cook (and by a lot i mean at least *some* things as compared to the rest of the team which knows 1. Space whale 2. Galra mom 3. Altean colony, see: romelle 4. Space wolf 5. Fuck lotor)
So the foods done cooking and everyone gathers round (they weren’t there to watch the food cook cause Reasons(™) so they just assume keith was there to help serve and nothing else. They start complimenting hunk on how delicious the food is and “man, youve outdone yourself”
Hunk is really quick to be like “LMAO hope you all don’t die this was made by keith” as he takes in a large mouthful of his own portion.
Romelle just hums happily while hugging her bowl. Pidge and allura are studying the aroma, coran starts going off about how the spicy-ness reminds him of some wild shit pop pop wimbleton used to make. Lance has to put the bowl down to properly gesture ‘YOU CAN COOK?!’
Shiro “thank the ancients we wont starve if we survive this war”
I would like to run a panel called ‘So you’ve discovered your favorite content creator is an asshole, what now?’
My next panel will be called ‘How to describe dark-skinned characters in fanfic without making them sound like an item off a starbuck’s menu’
It’s called “The Writers Weren’t Tricking You: How to spot the difference between legit queerbaiting and you just being delusional over two dudes who just stand next to each other.
My mother suffers from migraines that are often triggered by scent. This can range anywhere from cleaning products, scented garbage bags, cologne/perfume and so on. As such, she’s had to ask for accommodations in the facility she works. This has included wearing surgical masks, industrial respirators, and having a perfume/cologne free work environment.
Here’s the thing, since receiving the accommodations, my mother has gone to the hospital more than six times for perfume exposure. Why? Because her co-workers deliberately wear excess amounts of perfume or cologne to trigger her migraines because they believe their right to wear perfume outweighs her right to live. This is not an exaggeration, my mother’s doctors have repeatedly stated that any one of these incidents could actually kill her.
Oh, and let me be clear, these are deliberate incidents. These are documented grievances with witnesses. Witnesses who saw co-workers put on perfume before interacting with my mother or workers deliberately crossing in my mother’s work area despite not even working in the area. Workers who have admitted to exposing her on purpose. Even worse, some of those who’ve exposed her are supervisors.
People don’t believe my mother when she says her migraines are triggered by scent. Because they can’t see it, they don’t think it can possibly be that bad. It has taken her literally being hauled off in ambulance for some people to understand the severity of her condition.
Illnesses or disabilities, whether visible or not, are not jokes. Don’t play with someone else’s health or well being. It’s fucked up.
When I was living in a homeless shelter I woke up to a bunkmate spraying perfume on my sleeping body after I had politely asked her the night before not to spray it in our room because I have asthma
its come to my attention that the threshold between what is yellow and what is orange is much closer to orange for me than other people. like. I describe this color as a yellow.
But people keep telling me its orange and I’m like no thats just…a warm yellow….like I think of this color as “golden” yellow in my mind. Like in my mind if jade and olive can both be green i see no reason why me considering this yellow is weird. We are all valid.
So I just went with my buddy while he got a rib tattoo, and they hurt like a lot, so he’s over there grimacing and being a huge manbaby so I just reach over and grab his hand so he can squeeze it because I’m a good person who helps others
And he’s clinging to my hand like it’s a life preserver and I’m being me and talking about nonsense like Grimace from the McDonalds commercials and how R2D2 is always ready to throw hands, and whatever, and the artist keeps glancing over at me and I’m like do your tattoo bro I’ve got my buddy handled
But then I realize he’s like, looking over because he can’t tell if he’s seeing something or not, and I glance down and I see my rainbow scalemail bracelet, and how I’m talking to my buddy all fondly and I’m like stroking his arm like he’s a wounded animal, and right as it clicks in my head the tattoo artist asks in his most nonchalant voice possible, like intentionally bland, I’m just talking about the weather haha what do you mean voice:
“So, are you guys close?”
And my gay ass is over to the side internally screaming because yeah, I am gay, but like this is just me being a good bro and my buddy is COMPLETELY OBLVIOUS TO WHAT IS HAPPENING BECAUSE HE’S A GARBAGE STRAIGHT PERSON AND HE SAYS
“Yeah of course, that’s why I asked him to come”
SO NOW THE TATTOO ARTIST THINKS HE’S RIGHT AND HE HAS A GAY COUPLE GETTING A TATTOO AND MY BUDDY HAS NO IDEA AND I’M AWKWARDLY SITTING HERE LIKE SHOULD I STOP HOLDING HIS HAND??? SHOULD I CORRECT THIS TATTOO ARTIST??? SHOULD I LET MY BUDDY KNOW??? MY GAY ASS DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE BEING INCORRECTLY ACCUSED OF BEING GAY, WHAT DO YOU DO
So that tattoo artist is like “Cool man, that’s great. Good for you.”
So then my buddy is like can I get some water, and the guy comes back with one bottle of water and my buddy takes a drink and then hands it to me, and I’m like obviously he has to lay down and needs me to hold his water so I just hold it in my hand, but turns out he was offering me water, so he turns to me and is like Colton, drink some water, and I take a drink and my garbage lizard brain is like “You’re drink sharing in front of the tattoo artist, now he KNOWS he’s right”
So we’re talking about tattoos with the artist and I mention that I’m getting a tattoo in September and my buddy is like “Yeah I’m gonna go and hold HIS hand for that one haha” and the tattoo artist FUCKING SAYS “I mean, I should hope so”
I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO
I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO
AND NO ONE ACTUALLY BROUGHT IT UP. I KNEW WHAT THE TATTOO ARTIST WAS THINKING BUT DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO CORRECT HIM. NOW WHEN MY BUDDY GOES BACK AND GETS HIS NEXT TATTOO IN THE FUTURE AND I’M NOT THERE HE’S GOING TO GO “OH WHERE’S YOUR BOYFRIEND”
plot twist: the introverted character who doesn’t like big social gatherings or speaking in front of people is still an introvert by the end of the story because introversion is not a character flaw and it doesn’t need to be overcome
Look, I’ll go on your stupid adventure, but you better leave me the fuck alone when we get back.
Bilbo Baggins.
NOT A GOOD EXAMPLE HE WAS SO INTROVERTED HE USED A CURSED OBJECT TO GET AWAY FROM PEOPLE
are u kidding excellent example 100% relatable big mood
listen…listen…why are we all fighting about ships? there’s more that connects us than tears us apart. we are, all of us in the voltron fandom, rooting for the aliens to bang the humans and life gets that much better when we’re all able to acknowledge that.
for your hospital story: keith being the last one to wake up, and shiro being d i s t r a u t. (also: keith being the last one to be FOUND, and shiro being d e s p e r a t e) ((also also: bless you and everything you do for this fandom <3))
Shiro doesn’t find out
about the Lions until later, until Atlas is detransformed and parked and that
turns out to be an ordeal all its own, one that occupies him for hours.
Piloting Atlas takes as much from him as the Black Lion did—more, in some ways,
but it gives, too. By the time they’re back on solid ground, Shiro is exhausted
down to his bones and alive like he hasn’t been in years.
He needs it. That
energy, that faith, that confidence are all that get him through the next two
days. That’s how long it takes them to dig Keith out of his Lion.
i’m getting a little weary of seeing posts talking about how it’s homophobic that shiro has suffered in the show, because i feel like y’all really aren’t seeing the big picture here. this is not the example of “bury or torture your gays” that you guys believe it to be.
for one, i think it’s really important to remember that shiro is not the only character that has suffered. he is not the only character who has been ‘brutalized’ as so many posts have described it. have his issues been more overt lately? yes, of course. because that was a plot arc. but remember that the others have suffered, even if perhaps not AS MUCH as shiro.
allura has lost her entire civilization, her father died at the hands of a former friend, she literally woke up from a 10,000 year sleep still reaching out for him. she thought she had found an ally and companion in lotor, only to realize that he had brutalized what few remained of her people for CENTURIES.
coran lost everyone he loved, he watched a family he’d loved perish, he watched as the sole surviving daughter suffered that loss. he has suffered and stayed strong through it all.
keith has lived a life of solitude without his family, losing his father at a young age (and as someone who lost their father at about the same age as keith, i can tell you that this is absolutely emotionally brutal). he believed his mother had abandoned him. and he’s had to see the person he cares for and loves most suffer through a war. he literally had to fight the person he cares for and loves most in hand to hand combat. he literally accepted that he was going to die too if shiro was going to die, and was okay with that. if that isn’t suffering, i don’t know what is.
they’ve come near death - lance practically died until allura brought him back (as she did for shiro as well!).
pidge lost her father and brother for years, and was the only person who believed they were alive. also she’s a CHILD in the middle of a fucking intergalactic war. sam and matt holt SUFFERED at the hands of the galra too. they were brutalized too. matt became a rebel fighter, in tons of dangerous situations, because of this. but we don’t see as much of the suffering because they aren’t our protags.
hunk’s family too! hunk’s family was imprisoned by the galra, and he couldn’t do anything about it! he came home, and his family was gone. he came home expecting to see them, and they weren’t there because his enemy had gotten to them first. that’s suffering.
look, i get it, the last couple seasons have had a lot of focus on shiro and what he has gone through, but that is mostly because it’s been relevant to the primary plot.
you guys are also so focused on the fact that adam died that you can’t see the bigger picture. adam died along side tons of other fighters, straight, lgbt, or otherwise. but adam was never meant to be the rep. it was shiro. shiro is the rep. and before you scream at me that well, he’s gay and he’s suffered, i want you to remember what that suffering means in the bigger context of the show. it’s not pointless suffering, and he’s not the only one suffering.
has shiro suffered? of course. as have all the paladins. but you know what shiro has also done that is literally REVOLUTIONARY to LGBT characters in mainstream media? HE HAS SURVIVED. just last week, happy posts were going around about how there should be a reversal of the ‘bury your gays’ post, where a gay character is just impossible to kill, and shiro was always mentioned. because YES. that’s IT. he’s literally flipped ‘bury your gays’ on its head! why are y’all forgetting that now??
he has suffered and he has made it through EVERY FUCKING TIME. he has endured trials and tribulations, while always coming through those trials, always surviving, always coming out stronger, always excelling.
y’all are so so focused on his hardships that you forget that they have written him, not to suffer, but to SURVIVE.
this is not “bury your gays”, this is “your gays will not be fucking stopped”
i really had to get that off my chest. thanks for coming to my ted talk.
When Shiro rounds the corner of one of the garrison’s
winding corridors, Keith is waiting for him.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Keith tells him, leaning against
the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Shiro gets the sense Keith was
aiming for casual but there’s a tension in his frame that Shiro recognizes instantly.
“Want to tell me why?”
And that was Keith, wasn’t it. Straight to the point.
“Keith,” Shiro sighs and runs a hand over the back of his
neck. He’s tired. It’s been a long day, meeting after meeting with the other
leaders, trying to make sense of how they were going to fight back. He doesn’t want
to get into this now. “It’s late.”
“So?” Keith unpeels himself from the wall and stalks towards
him. The glint in his eye makes Shiro wary.
“So, I’m tired and I want to get some sleep.”
A flicker of concern crosses Keith’s face and Shiro feels vaguely
guilty for playing on it. He knows Keith’s been watching him like a hawk since
Allura had placed his essence back into this body. He’s mostly recovered now,
but he’s still tired. And Keith is right,
Shiro has been avoiding him.
“You okay?” Keith finally asks him. He’s taken his hands
away from his chest and shoved them in his pockets instead. His shoulders hunch
a little.
“Fine,” Shiro rushes to assure him, to brush it off. “Just
tired like I said. It’s been a long day.”
He starts walking again, down the quiet halls towards his
quarters and Keith falls into step beside him. He slides Keith a glance.
“Shouldn’t you be getting some rest too? You have that mission tomorrow.”
“I’m fine,” Keith shrugs. They walk in silence for a few
moments longer, until the door to Shiro’s assigned quarters loom ahead. “Is that the only reason you’re avoiding me?”
He doesn’t quite recognize the tendril that curls around
Keith’s words. It sounds faintly like hurt, or maybe a quiet resignation and it
hits Shiro hard. It’s hard to reconcile, he doesn’t know what to make of it,
and as much as he wants to take Keith and scrub it away… Well, what can they do
anyway? There’s a war to fight and it wasn’t about them.
“I’m not avoiding you,” Shiro says mildly but even he can
hear the lie in his voice. He busies himself by fishing his access card out of
his uniform pocket and swiping it across the door panel. The door swipes open with a low hiss and
Keith follows him inside without breaking his stride.
“Yes. You are,” Keith says once they’re sealed inside. The barracks
are underground in this portion of the base, dimly lit and stuffy but it’s painfully
familiar. Keith hovers by the doorway. “Are
you… is this about Black? Are you mad at us-“
“What? No. No, of course not.”
Silence falls between them.
“Then what?” Keith demands. He doesn’t move from his position
at the doorway, ready to make a hasty retreat… or maybe to block Shiro’s own
exit. Shiro feels a bit like he wants to
run right now. He’s not ready for this. He’s not ready to face the way his
feelings for Keith have changed. He’s not ready to admit how only sadness and
regret remained when he stood at the memorial and traced his fingers over
Adam’s face. He’d loved Adam, he truly did once, but the memory of that love
feels pale and soft under the sheer raw emotion that he feels for Keith now.
And what could they even do about it? With Sendak lurking in
orbit, fighting for their lives, for their planet’s very existence, what could
confessing his feelings really achieve but serve as a distraction for Keith.
Shiro wasn’t going to put that on him.