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[georgialandersllclifecoach]

Game-based fitness

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[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

"The first step to fixing a problem is admitting you have a problem"

"No, I'm not fixing my problem. I'm just self aware"

Could be Langst or Klance or both

I give you klangst 

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Lance politely excused himself from the conversation he found himself in, borderline storming out of the ballroom. He mumbled curses under his breath as he headed to the observatory deck. 

He always came here when he was upset or missing home more than usual, usually the former than the latter. 

He plopped down on the steps, hugging his waist. Stupid mullet, stupid mister perfect. He could oversleep every single day and yell at everyone and still be the #1 best teammate. He looked up at the stars, begging for some peacefulness. I hate him. 

Okay, hate is a strong word, Lance felt the opposite regarding his fellow team member. He had a ridiculously unrequited crush on him. He knew it wasn’t Keith’s fault he was prone to jealousy and didn’t know how to manage it. It wasn’t Keith's fault that he compared nearly every aspect of himself to him. It wasn’t Keith's fault he was just Lance. 

Lance was always an insecure guy, being the youngest meant he had to fight for attention. His parents loved him and he knew he was loved but he never felt good enough; it was a weird feeling.

He just wanted to feel worthy for once. He wanted to be applauded for something he did, for a plan he created, for saving a species, for something.

Tonight just tipped him over the edge a bit. He and Keith had infiltrated a ship together, stopping a new Galran weapon from destroying an entire planet.

It was Lance's idea to go on the ship, it was Lance's idea to have the team distract the fighters from the sky as Keith and Lance made their way through. Keith had tagged along due to his Galra biology and he opened the doors for him. It was all Lance's idea.

So why did Keith get all the praise at the celebration?

The team clapped with everyone else and Lance gave a couple of weak claps before leaving. Lance didn't feel part of the team, he didn't feel valued as a team member, and he just wanted to leave.

He wanted to take Blue and just fly anywhere that wasn't the castle or the Galran empire. He knew he was being selfish. The team wasn't even aware of his issue so he couldn't really blame them.

He really hated his mind most of the time. He rationally knew he was valued and wanted but most of the time he couldn't convince himself that he was.

"Thought you'd be in here." Keith's voice rang in the darkness of the room and Lance rolled his eyes.

"What? Already tired of people chanting your name? Go, Keith! Our savior." He wrapped his arms around his knees, pressing his forehead against them.

He heard Keith sigh and take a couple of steps into the room. "If you didn't run away so fast you would have heard Allura correct them. Tell everyone you came up with the plan."

Lance scoffed, "sure whatever."

"I'm serious." He heard Keith sit down next to him, keeping distance between them.

"Wow one point for Lance, like twenty for Keith."

He heard Keith groan in frustration. "I'm sorry you hate me. But if I can make you hate me any less could you please tell me?" Keith said in a slight huff.

"I don't hate you."

"You don't like me."

"It's not," Lance lifted his head up slightly, not being able to face the other boy. "I'm just, angry with myself."

"Why do you take it out on me?" Keith's voice was laced with slight anger.

"I don't know."

"Bullshit. Ever since we save Shiro on Earth you've been trying to start something with me."

"Maybe I don't like your mullet." Lance turned to face him, Keith staring back at him with fire in his eyes.

"It's not a mullet!"

"Yes, it is!" Lance stood up, staring down at the other boy. "If you took like a minute to look at yourself in a mirror you would see that it's a mullet."

Keith stood up, "why are you obsessed with my hair?"

"It's not just your hair."

Keith crossed his arms, "what else do you hate about me then?"

"Just-Just you're perfect at everything! You're Keith Kogane! Shiro borderline adopted brother. You've never been scolded or belittled or told to do better. I'm just a fucking boy from Cuba stuck in space with mister can-do-no-wrong constantly reminded that I'll never be up to your standards. Or anyone's standards. The only thing I have on you is I didn't flunk out from the Garrison. Even when you were still top of the class." Lance looked at the ground, "I only go fighter because you left."

"Lance-"

"And maybe I'm just upset because I want to have that." He looked back up at the other boy, who was staring back at him with a somber expression. "I want for once to be the center of praise or approval. Not begging for someone to just acknowledge what I'm capable of."

Lance shifted his gaze up, looking out into the stars. "I'm the youngest, and they say the youngest gets spoiled but by the time I was born all my siblings were in high school. They were going into college, getting scholarships, and I was just...left behind." He wrapped his arms around his waist, "my family loves me. I know they do, but I always felt left out."

"I always wanted to find my place somewhere, somewhere I felt important or needed. Then you," he brought his gaze back down towards the other boy, "had to come into space with us and once again," his voice became barely a whisper. "I'm in someone's shadow."

Neither spoke for what felt like forever, the silence looming over them like a fog.

"I didn't know you felt like that."

Lance rolled his eyes, plopping back down on the step with a huff.

Keith looked down at him, "I'm serious."

"Okay."

Keith returned to his spot next to Lance, the air tenser between them. "You're not just a boy from Cuba, I hope you know that."

"I'm not much here. Just the 7th wheel if you ask me."

Keith shook his head, "I'm sorry you feel like that but Lance, you're more than that. You're vital to the team."

Lance scoffed, "sure."

Keith released a small sigh, "I'm serious. Without you, we wouldn't be Voltron."

"Allura can fly blue."

"So what?!"

Lance turned his head at the boy's outburst, his shoulders rising and falling as he tried to compose himself. "So I'm not needed."

"So that's it?! Someone else could fly your lion so you have no worth all of a sudden? You have worth, you are a part of this team you're-"

"I'm leaving the team." Lance surprised himself. He had always entertained the thought but he never spoke the words out loud.

Keith sucked in a quick breath, clearly not expecting those words to be said. "What?"

Lance took a shaky breath, keeping his eyes trained forward on nothing in particular. "I'm leaving the team. No matter what I do I'm not needed here."

"Jesus Lance, listen to what you're saying. If you didn't come up with your plan on that ship we would have been captured or killed. You did that, if you weren't here no one would have thought of that."

"You don't know that Keith."

"Well, you seem to act like you know what our lives would be like if you left." Keith's voice sounded a bit sharp in the quiet of the room and Lance couldn't blame him. If the roles were reversed he would be just as upset as Keith.

"I just want to belong."

Keith's face fell slightly and his body relaxed ever so slightly. "I'm sorry you feel like you don't. I wasn't aware you felt like that. I don't think any of us were."

Lance opened his mouth to respond but no words tumbled out. He suddenly realized how exposed he felt, how he basically spilled every insecurity he ever felt in his life to his crush. "I need to go."

He stood up, making a beeline towards the door, a gloved hand grabbing his arm and twisting him around. He was face to face with Keith, a bit closer than they usually stood. "You have a problem."

"Excuse me?"

Keith shook his head, "that came out wrong. I just...look I'm not good with words but you need help? Support I don't know."

Lance looked down at Keith's finger wrapped around his arm.

"The team will want to help you, I want to help you. Please just, don't leave before we get the chance." Keith looked down at his own hand, then back up at Lance's face. "Shiro used to say that the first step to fixing a problem is admitting you have a problem."

Lance met his eyes, quickly shifting his gaze to the scenery beside his head. "No, I'm not fixing my problem. I'm just self-aware. Me leaving will at least be a step towards something." He tried to turn again but he couldn't shake his arm from Keith's grasp. "Let me go."

"I can't. Not until you listen to me."

Lance stopped fighting against his teammate, this might be the last time he was able to touch Keith in any capacity so he might as well savor it. "I'm listening then."

Keith gave him a slow nod. "You're part of this team. Without you, we wouldn't have been able to access the Blue lion. She was waiting for you, Lance. You fought Sendek, you've come up with plans on the fly, you make the team laugh, you just...without you we wouldn't be the team we are today."

Lance didn't say anything, just simply staring at the spot beside Keith.

"You're our sharpshooter, you've saved all of our asses more times than we can count. We can explain how you feel to the team. We can all advocate for you, get you the credit you deserve." Keith tightened his hold on his arm ever so slightly, "please I don't want to lose you."

Lance was leaning forward before he could stop himself, softly pressing his lips against Keith's. He tried to pull back, but Keith held him close, holding on to him like he was a life raft.

When they eventually separated Lance slid his arm out of Keith's grasp. "I'm sorry," and he quickly left the room, trying to decide if he should go lay down or go get an escape pod.

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Ambiguous ending? I just,,,love writing angst sorry not sorry.

I hope I did this idea justice <3

Thank you <333

[itsupermanti]

What's your favorite fairy tale?

Interesting question, but okay.

I’d say, that my favorite fairytale is “The Boy who Cried Wolf”, due to it’s unique nature of serving as a cautionary tale.

[itsupermanti]

Your Reincarnated Pyrrha AU gave me the idea that Jaune and Ruby would name second child Penny, maybe third child Summer, basically after people they have lost, to the point a friend (not sure which) jokingly asks what are they going to name their next kid once they run out of dead friend’s names. Needless to say, nobody liked that.

Just a thought that made me laugh and wanted to share.

I figured that they’d do that to.

[iobartach]

@localwebslingers [mcu!peter] asked; tend

via the system of touch prompts

Not a word has managed to slip out of his mouth upon being found. Upon being shepherded away from the sight of bloodied deeds so freshly committed. The slumped form that had laid so eerily still at his feet had left the Society's leader transfixed, stationary in both posture and train of thought as he...tried to process that happened here. To put into comprehensible terms what he-- they-- had done. Together.

Didn't that feel t̵h̡r̕i̕l̡li̵ng̀, Miguel?

The intrusion of a second voice, so terrifying and near kickstarts his sense of awareness, pushing the rattled Spider to come to with a pained groan, causing a clench of fanged and pinched shut eyes as hands-- the real, flesh and blood kind -- steer him towards a flight of stairs. Each step is mounted with a strained effort, those same palms never once letting go of his covered sleeves -- since when did he start wearing a jacket?! -- until they're passing over the threshold to apparent sanctuary.

To a safe-space within which grievous deeds could be assessed and analysed.

"Where are--" we? There's an attempt pitched to speak, hoarse tone cutting out as that voice once again cuts through his mind, sounding as near as to be standing directly behind him, if for the fact that he now appeared to be seated, back pressed against the cushion of a couch. Rendering such an encounter almost impossible.

"I don't-- understand--" More words slip through, even as he begins to fatigue, showing clear signs of fading as the rest of his morbid form stays the extract same way as when first found. The base of his hard-light costume still remained, though with the addition of a black leather jacket covering his shoulders and arms. The mask, too, once a crucial piece of kit, had been done away with, unveiling in turn eyes the colour of rubies, as well as a parted mouth, the discomfort caused by his fangs clear to see in the angle of his unlatched jaw. Intact, too, remained his bloodstained arms and claws, the most incriminating aspect of his bearing that, along with the corpse they'd left behind, painted him as an apparent killer, intent on drenching himself with the blood of his victims.

"Where am I, Parker?"

[georgialandersllclifecoach]

Being loved by God, who sent His one and only Son to die for us.

What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

[georgialandersllclifecoach]

Jesus, who laid down His life for us, inspires me deeply. I aspire to embody His compassion and love in my own life.

What motivates you?

[georgialandersllclifecoach]

The area

What do you love about where you live?