a few strange ideas

Watching Voltron Legendary Defender I began to notice something that the entire team has in common: they all without question protect Pidge. The team will go out of their way to make sure Pidge is safe, and anyone who attacks Pidge is immediately dealt with. 

Pidge draws the attention of the commander?

Turn the commander’s attention onto you.

Falling down a slide of death? Put Pidge on your shoulders out of reach.

Pidge is almost never standing by themself. Someone is always near them, and normally? It’s Shiro and Hunk, the two biggest guys on the team.

You will almost never see Pidge on the edge of the group, Pidge is never exposed. 

Not even the sloth thing touches the Pidge.

Everyone else is complaining? We can keep going. Pidge has a breakdown? REST TIME.

It was all verbal until the Princess threw food goop at Pidge?

GAME ON, ALLURA. Immediate retaliation from Keith.

There’s a thing falling at you, no way is Shiro going to let his Pidge get squished.

Nothing harms the Pidge.

Alien has Pidge held in painful grip, rest of the team can’t do anything?

LANCE WAKES UP FROM A F**KING COMA TO SHOOT THE ALIEN!

In our previous installment, I claimed that Sam implied he’s both in love with Dean and dying to bone him.  And now we’re going to see it suggested, through subtext and our first real taste of emotional dependency, that Dean returns the sentiment.

But first, I’m going to take a moment to expand on something else I mentioned last time: Dean’s trying to get a rise out of Sam by pinning his own insecurities on him.

“Sam wears women’s underwear,” Dean says in an attempt to drag Sam’s attention from his Palm Pilot.  (Seriously, a Palm Pilot.  I think I woke my roommates up laughing at it.)

But Sam doesn’t even react.  (He’s too busy Palm-Piloting away.)

I swear I’ll post something NOT related to this fic one of these days. I’m just on a roll now.

World Ain’t Ready by idiopathicsmile / idiopath-fic-smile

Picture 1:

 ”He’s a douchebag,” says Eponine flatly. She wiggles her toes.

 If he was, this would all be so much easier, thinks Grantaire.

 ”He’s really not, though,” he says. Because that’s the thing. Enjolras wants what’s best for the world all the time, so earnestly that it’s almost hard to watch. He loves his friends. He loves his country. He believes in people. Just not, you know, Grantaire.

“No,” says Eponine. “He is. He makes you sad, I get to call him a douchebag. That’s how it works, get with the program.” She starts in on the other foot. “Hey, when I’m done, want me to do your toes?”

It’s early March, so it’s not like anyone’s going to see Grantaire’s bare feet for months.

 ”Yeah, sure,” he says. He picks his head up off the ground long enough to give her a weak half smile. “What would I do without you?”

Picture 2:

There’s something surprisingly intimate about laughter in close proximity. Grantaire sort of wishes he’d known that ahead of time, could’ve taken it into consideration. The sense-memory of being crowded up against Enjolras as his body shakes was absolutely information Grantaire didn’t need. The better it feels, the worse this is for Grantaire in the long run, and it feels very good.

Picture 3:

 “Are you looking out for my honor right now?” Enjolras asks. “It’s not an issue. I didn’t have any grand ideas about my first time.” A corner of his mouth twitches, and Grantaire realizes belatedly he’s being quoted. “Anyway, it’s not sex. It’s not even kissing. It’s letting someone bite you, one time, kind of slowly. I’ve never understood the appeal.”

 From Grantaire’s very limited experience, this is doing the act a disservice, but he can’t think of a way to say, like, ‘this is gonna involve a lot more sucking than you seem to realize, dude,’ without sounding incredibly creepy. And it would be convincing, he can see that. The longer they stay in this room, the more they’re going to need a cover story.

 “If you’re sure,” he hears himself say.

 “I’m sure,” says Enjolras. His brow furrows with sudden concern. “Are you alright with this? I mean, don’t feel pressured or—”

 “I’m fine,” says Grantaire, trying to smirk. “I mean, I hear it’s just biting someone, one time, kind of slowly.”

Finally the hickey scene! Oh my god, how was this even so difficult? Somehow it was just impossible to get it looking okay. I couldn’t figure out their positions and it just took me forever…

I mean, I’m not like blaming you, anon, for requesting this or anything. x) I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t want to do this. It just turned out to be way more difficult than I thought.