Subtext in everything

so without thinking or even considering the aftermath when his and keiths swords clashed and they began pushing against eachother he decided to use his special tactic…

He looked directly into Keiths eyes and smirked

“Hey gorgeous~ come here often?”

And Keiths face went RED but before Lance could dwell on it for long Keith fumbled with his sword, for a second Lance felt victorious

That is Until he realized the amount of force he was putting on Keith was a little much and actually made him fall forward

Suddenly the two of them are on the ground, Keith letting out a grunt as a Lance sized weight landed directly on his chest and Lance instantly lifted himself

Panic immediately began to fill his chest as he watched Keith begin to recover

“Quiznack-! Sorry Keith I didn’t-“

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

Keiths yell definitely took Lance off guard but Lance didn’t miss how his words had basically Zero bite to them, if Lance was hearing right, he might say Keith actually sounded flustered, and THAT definitely entertained Lance to no end to the point his smug grin instantly returned to his face, and instead of answering normally he decided to have a little fun

“Just a small distraction,” lance started nonchalantly, “I wasn’t expecting you to fall for me like this though, does this mean I win?”

Keiths eyes widened for a moment as his blush reached his ears but his shocked expression instantly turned into one of embarrassment then anger as he tried his best to hide how he was currently feeling

“S-SHUT UP LANCE! AND GET OFF ME!”

Lance let out a lighthearted laugh and grinned victoriously

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century

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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long

Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.

The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue

It’s not a paradox. Tolerance is an agreement and an exchange and if you break it you don’t get to be protected by it and you will suffer the consequences of breaking it. Period.

Tolerance cannot extend to intolerance and bigotry because they are antithetical to the entire framework of the exchange and exist to destroy the people and things that tolerance/acceptance is meant to build and protect.

Ow

What time?

Good, not late

Five more?

Sure

It’s passed

How’d you sleep?

Cool cool

Now?

Okay

I’ll get up

Which ones?

Here

Ready?

Let’s go, then

Blinds up

Fuck

Coming?

I’ll make some

Which bag?

‘Kay

It’s on

Won’t take long

My turn

Cup

Grinder

That’s enough

Filter

On

Now milk

It’s still good

Nice foam

Pour

Rinse out

Time to sit

Por fin

Ah

*camera switches to interview where dog barks and mounches on the reporter’s mic (who allows him do it)*