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âTruthfully, Lance was here to understand Keith. But not as a leader. Truthfully, Lance couldn't care less that Keith was leading them now. Because who would want Lance as a leader anyway? Perks of being a seventh wheel, he thought bitterly.
No.
Lance was here for love.
Deny it as he might. Lance couldn't refuse the gravitational pull that slingshots him to Keith every time they so much as see each other. Not anymore, anyway. Lance could even pin-point the exact moment he realized his budding feelings.â
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Chapter Song: dodie - Sick of Losing Soulmates
Thank you all for voting for your favourite week and prompts. Now that one week has passed we can happily present you all the results of our votes for the Soudam Week
The event will take place on the: 11th June - 17th June
As 2 different dates had the same number of votes, we used a randomiser to choose one of them In the case that you canât make this week, you can of course submit or let your works be reblogged at another date. If you wish for a reblog outside of the assigned week, please send us a message or @ us
The prompts that were voted by you all are the following:
Day 1: Non-Despair/School Life Day 2: Royalty/Servants Day 3: Talent-Swap Day 4: Soulmates Day 5: Fantasy Day 6: Alternate Universe Day 7: Illness/Sickness
The order of the selected prompts was decided by a randomiser We also had used the randomiser to decide between a few of the prompts, as we had 3 too many in the end. To lower the number onto 7 we placed the 4 with the lowest and same number into a randomiser and took the first one
If you have any question to the votes or anything else regarding the event, you can always ask us
Thank you everyone who has voted and we hope that we all will be able to have fun at this even
- Mod Nek
Web weaving about being in unrequited love with a best friend
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forgive me, friend i've grown greedy for your goodness
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rogelio de egusquiza's tristan and isolde / clementine von radics / l . m dorsey / alejandra pizarnik / herbert james draper's flying fish / taylor swift, "youâre on your own, kid" / the crane wives, "never love an anchor" / mwangi hutter's ours to hold and caress and cherish / mitski, "i will" / fka twigs, "cellophane" / mitski, "i bet on losing dogs" / albert joseph pĂŠnot's la petite cigale / taylor jenkins reid / madeline miller, "the song of achilles" / mary stevenson cassatt's on the balcony / mirabai
rose - describe your crush.
cherry-blossom - do you believe in love at first sight?
daisy - whatâs your best childhood memory?
daffodil - which colour suits you best?
peony - do you put more value in honour or truth?
iris - favourite 90s song?
sunflower - sun or moon?
narcissus - your best physical feature?
freesia - are you still friends with the person you considered your best friend two years ago?
orchid - favourite fruit?
violet - have you had your first kiss?
gypsophila - do you prefer many distant friends, or a few close friends?
gerbera - neon or pastel?
carnation - does true love exist?
alstroemeria - dream vacation?
anemone - were you ever interested in greek mythology?
cymbidium - sexuality?
rhododendron - whatâs your biggest fear?
tulip - lucky number?
gladiolus - who do you look up to most?
snapdragon - favourite mythical creature?
hydrangea - proudest moment?
heather - whatâs your favourite musical?
delphinium - whatâs your star sign - does it suit you?
ginger - least favourite food?
Keith found him outside. It's where his dad would usually escape to at night. With a bottle of whiskey by his side, Mr. Kogane would just sit there. Rocking back and forth of the porch swing and stare up at the sky. Until he either passed out from exhaustion or the whiskey. But it was usually the whiskey. Keith never disturbed his dad whenever he was like this. But Keith, still only six, had a very pressing dilemma before him. He couldn't sleep. So what else could he do but go to his dad? With his little heart beating in his chest, the little boy opened the mesh door of their house to venture outside. With his dad. Mr. Kogane was a huge man. Rugged from his work both on their farm and in the auto shop he worked at. He was handsome to, according to Keith's gossipy teachers. But Keith didn't find the worn lines on his father's face attractive at all. Just scary. "Dad?" Mr. Kogane startled, looking for the source of the voice. Eyes meeting his son's. He looks sad, thought Keith. There was a weakness to his otherwise strong father in that moment. A wetness to his eyes that startled Keith. Mr. Kogane trying to choke something out of his fumbling mouth. The moonlight washing over them. "P-Pal! What'er you doing up so late?" "Couldn't sleep..." Keith looked down at his bare toes on too-small PJs instead of his father's face. Still started by the sudden weakness in his otherwise strong father. "Pal...Aw c'mon. Get over here." Keith obeyed. Hoping onto the porch swing while his dad tried, in vain, to discreetly put the whiskey away. But that didn't matter. His father embracing him. How could Keith not melt into it? How could he not take comfort in the bigger, warmer body all around him? Sure, his dad smelled like whiskey and oil. But he was his dad And Keith loved him. "You're a lot like your mom, you know that?" Keith stilled. His dad never talked about his mom. EVER. "You got them smart, sharp eyes. Can hardly keep up with ya Pal." His father laughed, big and booming as he pulled back to ruffle Keith's hair. Tears in his eyes. "Sometimes...Sometimes I wonder if she can us from up there. If she loves us just as much as we love her. If..." Turning his head, Mr. Kogane pointed with a callous hand at the stars above them. Shining, glittering. Like pretty things Keith and his dad couldn't even HOPE to have. His father started sobbing. Pulling Keith close, the grown man sobbing into his son's rumpled PJs. Wailing like his heart was being crushed. And maybe it was. "If we could ever give you the life you deserve Pal."