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yes.

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Klance Headcanons

Ok but listen. The crew decides to do a secret santa. They put up a tree and everything because Allura wants to experience this "earthly holiday"

Keith and Lance get each other for their secret santa.

Keith doesn't know what to do. He goes to Shiro for help, but Shiro responds that he should "give from his heart", whatever that means.

Pidge isn't much help either. She just grins and gives him a knowing smile.

Lance ends up going crazy with yarn. He gifts Keith matching socks, mittens, scarf, hat, and a sweater that he knitted himself. He's proud of what he's made, but is suddenly worried it'll be too much. Good thing it's secret.

When they swap gifts, Keith immediately knows it's from Lance. He's the only one who can knit.

Lance is confused when all the gifts are gone and he hasn't gotten one. He looks around expectantly.

Keith ends up giving himself to Lance. It's a gift that's "from his heart" and is meaningful.

Lance is not disappointed.

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I drew a thing! A friend of mine is writing a story and I designed the character based off of me. Yes, I realize that the hair is flowing the wrong way and yes. the face is horrid, but I didn’t really want to leave it blank. >< Ignore the wonky arm :)

(the art blog i share with @sunbell is kinda dead so... just putting this here)

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Tada! (Please excuse the fact that there are like 4 bites on my hand. There's been a mosquito camping out in my room for the past few days)

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I bought myself a stone black band to wear around my middle finger and then me, being me, broke it after three days. (waiting to get a different, prettier black ring)

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Me arguing with my friend. Obviously he doesn't know what's up ><

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‘ello I’ve been tagged bu @celiawhatsherlastname to do this challenge (IVE NEVER DONE ONE BEFORE IM SO EXCITED). A lot of my choices are probably the same haha

Rules: write your 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and the tag 10 people shoot, do I KNOW ten people?

here goes I guess:

1. tamara rajavi (magisterium) 2. sadie kane (kane chronicles) 3. annabeth chase (percy jackson) 4. hermione granger (harry potter) 5. PIDGE gunderson (voltron) 6. samirah al-abbas (magnus chase) 7. maia roberts (shadowhunters) 8. tessa gray (the infernal devices) 9. livvy blackthorn (the dark artifices) 10. yuuko nishigori (yuri on ice)

I’ll tag..... I don’t know anyone who hasn’t been tagged T_T IF YOU SEE THIS go ahead and do it and say I tagged you, yeah? Yeah. :)

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Gone

Hi uh... ok this is the only fanfiction I have ever written in my life. I kinda shoved it away because I thought it was awful, but coming back to it, it doesn’t actually seem that bad. Watch me regret this. Anyways it’s just a really short something I wrote in February. It’s sad I think. I was prompted to post it by @magisteriumcalron. Ok here goes... *hides in the corner*

There is a common saying about the calm before the storm. But no one ever talks about the deafening silence after the storm hits.

Call stood in the empty common room amidst the hard couch and small wooden table. There was a stillness about the room that added to the tense atmosphere. He didn’t move. He felt as if all the fight had drained out of him, leaving an empty, unfeeling shell.

Tamara had been shut up in her own separate room processing her own thoughts. The place had been eerily silent for the past week, no sound, no conversation, no movement.

Call wouldn’t, couldn’t accept that Aaron was gone. He’d left Call with nothing. He’d carved out a space for himself and then left, leaving an Aaron shaped hole in Call’s soul. Without him, he was lost, his mind stuck wandering aimlessly through everything and nothing at once.

Call sat on the floor from where he had been standing, feeling the sharp coldness of the stone seep into his entire being.

He sat there for what seemed like hours before reality finally hit him. Grief and sadness stabbed his heart, wrenching it and squeezing. It hurt, more than anything Call had ever experienced before. It pained him worse than his maimed leg, worse than finding out who he was, and worse than knowing he’d never have a mother to love and care for him. Call had never known such agony and sorrow.

He wept and wept, feeling his tears roll down his face and drip off the edge of his chin. He collapsed, lying on the hard ground, shaking violently in a heap of pain and tears.

The touch of Aaron’s hand moments before he fell to his demise lingered in Call’s memory. Call would miss many things: the little smile Aaron would give him before going along with whatever stupid idea he’d come up with, the way he’d laugh at Call’s poor attempts at jokes, and the way he’d pat him on the shoulder to remind him to give himself a break. Call would miss all of those things, memories that nothing else could replace.

For the first time since meeting Aaron, Call felt completely alone.