look i’m not back and i haven’t even watched s7 but i know without a shadow of a doubt that @frequencied is the devil
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@frequencied
look i’m not back and i haven’t even watched s7 but i know without a shadow of a doubt that @frequencied is the devil
GAMMA FACTOR, OR: WHAT IT MEANS TO BE OLDER
matt is eight years, eleven months, and twenty three days older than pidge.
"so you take the reciprocal of the square root of one minus the speed over..."
"matt," pidge protests, pen clattering loudly against the desk.
"you wanna be in the garrison someday, right? you're going to be doing these kinds of equations all the time."
pidge looks at him with brows furrowed (skepticism), lips knotted tight like she's bit into a lemon (distrust). this wouldn't be the first time matt's led her on for a joke. but his tone now conveys nothing but honesty (not the first time) and simple patience, tapping the tablet's screen. a couple small equations are scribbled in pidge's hand: here, the distance to kerberos. there, the speed of the ship matt and sam will take to get there. the proposed time of the journey. pidge may have only just started learning algebra in class but there's no way in hell matt's sister is going into middle school without a grasp of the fundamentals of calculus. she's a holt.
GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE VOLTRON IS ACTUALLY, LITERALLY A NEON GENESIS EVANGELION FANFICTION
oh no. OH NO.
"Do you normally go this long without sleep?"
MEME. MEME TAG. INBOX. ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! @pinkbonded
matt isn’t an insomniac so much as he’s obsessive. he might steal hours of consciousness with some imprecise combination of -ines ( honey’s the chemist, not matt ) but sleep always creeps its way back over him, taking its time back with interest. this is a fact he grows acutely more aware of as time stretches on, eyes occasionally drifting out of focus— he doesn’t even hear allura enter tha hangar, and it takes him a second to decrypt her words into something meaningful.
“well, my record is five quintants. two usually isn’t a problem. sometimes if I really need it, I jack up the O2 on my ship so I can stay awake longer,” with tiredness comes rambling. his gravelly, sleep-deprived tone cries out for a soft bed in the face of matt’s willful defiance of his circadian rhythm. “besides, I’m so close.”
his cloak hides the complex tangles of his legs under him, hunched over a terminal like some cyberpunk gremlin. his limbs don’t lock together quite like they used to; matt used to be all gangly, too-long legs and arms that have since grown toned out of necessity, but while he’s outgrown the nerdish physique, the mannerisms prove far more difficult to shake. only the faintest wavering on his feet hints at his complete and utter exhaustion.
"I recalibrated the engine on this ship. did some sensitivity analysis and found an injection rate that’s eight percent more efficient,“ he raps his knuckles against the hull. “it’s pretty sweet.”
Insomnia starters
"It's nearly two in the morning, what are you doing up?"
"I'm pulling an all-nighter."
"I can't sleep."
"I'm having nightmares."
"Will you stay awake with me?"
"Why am I still awake?"
"I should've gone to bed by now, but..."
"I don't think I can sleep after that."
"It's past midnight, why are we still up?"
"Do you normally go this long without sleep?"
"God, I wish I could just pass out right about now."
"I'm an insomniac, this is just normal."
"I work best at night."
"It's that late already! But it feels so early..."
"Can we stay awake together?"
"Everything is prettier when everyone else is asleep."
"I like being the only person awake sometimes."
"Is it too late to go to bed, or should we wait for the morning?"
"I can't sleep - I've tried everything."
"Let's get you some sleeping pills."
"You should really get some rest."
"I don't want to fall asleep without you."
"I'll stay with you while you're up."
Make Me Choose ↳ askkira-td asked: Honey Lemon or Gogo Tomago
I want to say I’m being bullied by @bomba-tea and @jawblade but this is a common reaction at this point
someone: kicks over a garbage can matt holt: nice praxis, comrade
*killmonger vc* is this your beer pong king????
pls don’t reblog unless ur @jawblade or @frequencied
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in my defense, i was left unattended
it’s rare for them to have downtime, rarer for them to spend it together. and it shouldn’t be a surprise that they spend it here, on a remote field hundreds of kilometers from life and light pollution. matt can find the reflection of the moon in his eyes in otherwise perfect darkness, and knows him now by the warmth of the thigh his head lies on, by the steady beating of his heart. calm is a luxury not often afforded to either of them. but right now matt’s at ease enough to fall asleep right here, blanketed by starlight.
they arrived here not by rusted compact but by oversized black cat, but otherwise, matt thinks, this is identical to the nights they’d spend out in the outskirts of the garrison.
“ hey, shiro, ” he extends a finger towards one of the thousands of nondescript points of light in the sky— one star among billions and billions. “ you see that star? ”
JAWBLADE GETS A THING
how many holts does it take to fix a magic lion? apparently more than two, because they’ve been at this for at least an hour with little sign of progress. and matt had ribbed her for it ( it’s your ship, pidge, how do you not know how it works? ) between the back-and-forth troubleshooting that was only stopped by the setting sun, night as all-encompassing as their mutual frustration.
it’s matt that hits the open air first, needing to breathe something other than recycled air. it’s cool on his skin, and compositionally 24% oxygen— only three percent higher than on earth, but it’s enough to make matt’s head swim just a little bit. his eyes flutter shut as he lets his head fall back and breathes, visualizing oxygen as small points of light travelling from wind pipes to bronchial tubes to alveoli, popping like bubbles as they hit the surrounding capillaries and are carried away by eager hemoglobin.
and when he opens his eyes, he’s met with a sky full of light.
“ pidge, ” he touches her shoulder, feather-light, and tilts his head ever so slightly upwards to signal where she should direct her gaze. “ look. ”
above them, the sun’s glow has faded and the stars have taken ownership of the sky. this planet is tiny, meteor-pocked, with no moon to protect it— or reflect light. a brilliant band streaks across the southern portion of the sky, and twinkling stars arrange themselves in unfamiliar patterns above their heads.
matt’s voice holds the soft, hushed notes of awe. “ isn’t it incredible? no one’s ever seen these stars before. not like this. ”
GREENBONDED GETS A THING
honestly I talk a lot about how matt is a goddamn prodigy with a flawless gpa and you'd think that would mean he's a model student but lmao, no. matthew holt is headstrong, idealistic, stuck in his ways, too smart for his own good and has absolutely no respect for authority. when matt decides something, it's final. and there's nothing that can sway him from it. boy's heart will stop and he'll continue through sheer force of will because he just does not give a single fuck about what his body wants, he has a job to do.
matthew holt was a fucking nightmare to raise and teach, because he challenged you on everything and learned way too fast. and while I think his parents reinforced his son's fierce independence and drive, they probably fought just as much.
less gentle reminder that matt holt will not hesitate to use himself as shield to protect someone, anyone, but especially innocent strangers and people he’s close to. he’s definitely taken his far share of near-fatal injuries protecting te-osh or olia or the other rebels because he just— doesn’t even think twice about it. matthew holt protects people. that’s what he does.
gentle reminder that if you share a bed with matt holt you are the little spoon, no exceptions, even if you’re two feet taller than him and covered in sharp spikes. he will find a way to wrap his lanky ass arms around you and tug you in close.
💔 obviously
HAPPINESS IS OVERRATED.43. Our muses at a mutual loved one’s funeral.
Everything felt so pointless- ALL FOR NAUGHT- as Keith for the third time in his life had to look at the picture of someone he loved propped next to a damned casket and for this face it wasn’t even the first time… but it would be the last.
So, once again a large unfillable hole was forming in Keith’s chest, barely able to look at the smiling image of a man he’d never see again. A man who he had NEVER SAVED and who had never heard what Keith needed to say because the ears his words had fallen upon were those of nothing but a false replacement.
❝ It’s all my fault… ❞ He lamented, only faintly registering the presence of the brunet stood at his side who was also the only other person he trusted to actually KNOW what this meant for him and KNOW who this man even was beyond an arbitrary title of Garrison Golden Boy or Black Paladin because he was always so much more than that.
❝ I couldn’t do anything even when I-… In the quantum field I saw glimpses of the past AND THE FUTURE and I thought that- that maybe if I knew something bad would happen I could stop it because WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT of even knowing if you can’t do anything about it right?! You can-… You’re supposed to be able to try and CHANGE IT and-… and-… ❞ His crumbling composure finally failed him, fists clenching tightly at his sides and teeth grinding together as angry tears began to fall.
There was so little keeping him from SCREAMING when that’s all he wanted to do. To scream and RUN AWAY and go right back to the days when he was little more than a barely-contained vessel of anger and resentment.
❝ He was right there. He reached out to me AND HE WAS RIGHT THERE but he used the last of whatever he had left to help me. He-… It’s my fault he’s gone. I wasn’t strong enough on my own to get back to everyone and now he’s gone and this time it’s FOREVER.
❝ He’s gone, Matt. ❞