Welp If You're Not Bored Of The Foxhole Court Maybe You Could Draw A Domestic Scene With The Team Hanging

Ah the ronan and adam piece! I finished trk months back but I adore seeing art like yours and having all the original feelings from reading it stirred up again. So thanks and also your art is fantastic and you seem like the coolest person :)

ah this is just the best! it’s my joy to bring feelings to the world. and i shall print this and put it on my wall for the times of need. you yourself seem pretty cool as well! i hope your life is going well and that dogs like you

a ghost of a boy

by @runningwithhellhounds (link above)

“It’s not a phase,” you hiss.

The fucking implication.

A month of watching red and gold on the court, and you hear indoctrinated values; like it’s an event-caused disturbance; like a stage of grief. The fucking words.

''Stop looking at me,'' Lance says, decisively not looking back at Shiro. He gets Pidge out of his range, but she steps back in and jabs him in the face with a pad.

 He is not expecting a response. Shiro will give one, but Lance doesn't mind. He doesn't mind, and calls himself a self-liar, hyphenated. He calls himself a liar like a cheerful punch. Gotta have a relationship with yourself.

 ''Good,'' Shiro says, arms folded, at ease, barefoot. Barefoot. A walking exposed nerve – and assured. Hell. ''You can twist your foot when you knee.''

 What a cliché, what a fucking cliché. I'd still hear – say something like, I'd choose you twice, a cliché like that, and watch m—

 ''You twist your foot when you knee,'' Lance mutters, steps back in defense, too far. Into the pretense of safety.

 ''Mhm,'' Pidge glances at Shiro, and starts circling around Lance, ''head transparency.''

 This is the opposite of losing oneself in a crowd. This is self-awareness you don't know what to do with. Counting your steps on accident. Singled out by himself.

 ''Okay,'' Lance says, ''okay, break time, Pidge. Go go. I'm going.'' This feeling is so him, quintessentially, that he could personalise words for it.

Shiro's arms are folded, at ease, and he's too still be a this distracting. He's smiling. ''You're walking on your tiptoes.''

 Lance steps down fully, stepping backward. Don't hide.

 ''I'm not,'' Lance says, wholly grounded.

 ''I didn't say anything, muffin.'' Shiro is smiling.

 Right there. Right here. Lance's brain screams faux offense, take take, and it screams you choose muffin, and it screams are you making fun?

 Oh, Lance is intrigued. People aren't just distractions. They shape what you look at and you fall into piece-by-piece reappraisal. People are really fucking powerful.

 Lance's mind is screaming: be serious, I'm serious.

He is distracted, and he likes it.

a place made for leaving

@maggie-stiefvater

brogitsune and *da bum tss* part 2 - christmassy (hyst) minewt in matching oversized sweaters ! <3

Vixens!

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