#never again xd

[mikkiina-mikina]

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[pocketfulofgalaxies]

I remember it all too well -for Y'shtola (her talking about losing Haurchefant at the Vault)

"Sadly I was not present. I had heard he was a great man, with a gentle heart and very kind. His passing was emotional for many people." Y'shtola had been doing something else at the time, however she had stopped by the home of that mans father to pay her respects.

"You shouldn't bring up the things which happened in the past. As I am sure you had been told to keep moving forward, as we have endured many sacrifices and losses throughout our journey."

[hangeslefteye]

Do you guys think if I ever accidentally orphaned an AO3 work just because I wondered what that button do?

[icypantherwrites]

Hunk + Insecurities Prompt Fanfic

One of the fics I did for donations for my Ko-Fis for Koalas event to help Australia, request of Hunk + insecurities :) 

(are any of these going to be anywhere in the realm of 250 words? Any of them not go over 500 by several hundred? xD)

xxx

Timeline notes: pre-canon

“Nope, nope, I can’t do this, I can’t do this.”

The pen clattered to the table, rolling across the introductory letter Hunk had spent the last several weeks writing for his application to the Galaxy Garrison.

All he had to do was sign it.

He couldn’t sign it.

Why had he ever thought he could do this?

All of the words — accomplishments and awards — blurred beneath his eyes.

They meant nothing.

Not to the Galaxy Garrison. 

It didn’t matter how good he looked on paper if he couldn’t measure up in person.

That letter didn’t tell the truth.

It didn’t say how he got anxious over the thought of failure. Of how he was really shy and what kind of military academy wanted someone like that in their ranks? It didn’t mention his nervous stomach, his habit of both vomiting and word vomiting. It didn’t talk about his fear of flying, of how even a bumpy car ride made him feel sick and they wanted him to fly in a battle cruiser? 

Nope nope nope.

It didn’t matter how badly Hunk wanted to go because at the Galaxy Garrison he would be able to study engineering in ways he’d never even allowed himself to dream, would be able to build the greatest machines to advance Earth’s quest in exploring space.

Would be able to be right there to cheer Lance on as he worked to become a fighter pilot.

None of it mattered because he couldn’t go.

They wouldn’t want him.

They’d take one look at him if he got asked for an interview, politely dismiss him, and then laugh behind the closed door at how someone like him could have ever thought he’d make a good candidate for their prestigious program.

His stomach lurched and Hunk moaned, hunching over the table, willing himself not to puke in the library again.

Hunk felt his face flame at the memory of last time, of having to walk through the high school halls with vomit all down his front because he’d been so concerned with trying to save the book he’d been reading. 

He couldn’t do this.

He couldn’t he couldn’t he couldn’t he—

“Hunk?”

Lance’s voice came out of nowhere and Hunk’s knees slammed against the underside of the table as he jerked upright.

The pen rolled off the far end of the table to land at Lance’s feet.

His best friend picked it up as he made his way towards Hunk, brows drawn but a small, comforting smile on his face and dark ocean eyes seeking out Hunk’s honey brown.

Hunk looked away first.

He didn’t want to see Lance’s disappointment when he told him he wasn’t going.

“What’s wrong?” Lance asked quietly.

Hunk shook his head.

He could sense more than see Lance look to the table and his letter and then to the pen now in his hand.

“Hunk—”

“I’m not going,” Hunk cut him off before he lost his nerve. “I, I can’t go.”

“Yes, you can,” Lance said firmly. 

Hunk shook his head again.

No. He couldn’t.

He heard Lance give a soft sigh and he winced. 

He was already disappointing people.

Lance leaned past him then and Hunk heard the click of a pen.

His head jerked up, just in time to see Lance signing Hunk’s name with a flourish on the letter.

“L-Lance,” his voice wavered. “You, you can’t do th-that.”

“I just did,” Lance grinned, picking the letter up and sliding it into the envelope Hunk had previously prepared.

“It’s fraud,” Hunk whispered.

“Are you gonna stop me?”

As teasing as the words were there was something serious in Lance’s expression. He would hand the letter back, no questions, no pleas or cajoling or ultimatums if Hunk said so.

Hunk paused.

And gave a slow shake of his head.

“Then let’s get this baby in the mail,” Lance cheered. 

Hunk felt his stomach lurch again.

Not with nerves though.

With… with hope. That maybe…

Maybe he could do this.

And two interviews, one exam, and four months later, and standing proudly in line with his fellow first year Galaxy Garrison cadets, Lance at his side, he had.

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[nicholas-wolfwood]

@finncomet

"No, but live offa just lemons long enough an' dying of dehydration don't look too bad anymore."

[squisharasho]

can you draw an abstract art piece of hajime?

I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO ABSTRACT AND HONESTLY IF YOU DIDN’T SUGGEST IT TO BE HINATA I WOULD HAVE GIVEN UP. I hope this is okay for you anon XD

[sxpaiscia]

anon asked: “ Heyo! Fluff Week prompt! Human!Lopez getting a makeover from Donut!

first time drawing human Lopez, but i think he would enjoy some pampering even if from Donut, looking how they sometimes treat him... thanks for the ask <3

[cowcat44]

Ahhh man feels good!

Second LR on global *fist pump*