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mabeljonesrock · 4 years

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Wu Laohu

Alias: tiger face monk

Affiliation: the tiger temple(formerly)

Age:28

Birthdate: 25th of March

Place of birth: the tiger temple

Occupation: former travelling warrior monk, owner of the Shaobing shop

Hobbies: meditation, training, working in his Shaobing shop, climbing trees, drinking milk, fishing, taking a stroll, cooking Shaobing

Favourite food: Shaobing, milk

Species: human

Gender: male

Height: 180 cm 5’9ft

Hair colour:black

Eye colour:maroon

Blood type: O

Appearance: Coffee skin, largish eyes, small pointed nose, wavy shoulder length hair, stubble, broad shoulders, lean yet slightly muscular body, sharp teeth, had a big scar on his forehead which he hide it with a headband

Attire: gray cloth wrappings around his ankles to his toes and around his forearms to his palms, black and white karate Gi with sleeves ripped off, white torn shorts with black side stripe, cloth wrappings around his waist, Buddhist bead necklace, orange vambraces, orange greaves, orange headband, a tiger-skin cape

Goal:to Kill Seven to avenge his fellow monks and tiger temple(formerly), to find the one who is responsible for the destruction of tiger temple and murder of monks(current), to help Seven regain his memories

Weapons/abilities: Wooden Bo staff. His fighting style is tiger style Kung fu, drunken boxing and bo staff wielding. He can engage in melee, hand to hand combat and brutal force.

Personality: a hot blooded and very determined warrior who work and train hard to reach his goal. Wild, stubborn, brash and aggressive when threatened, he believes that he is truly a tiger like his fellow monks and prefers to follow his instinct. He can be short-tempered and bit violent whenever being provoked. While his tough exterior makes him intimidating towards his opponents, he's really a gentle giant who is caring and extremely loyal to his allies like Seven and his friends. After opening and working in his Shaobing shop, He meet and befriend allies. As time went on, he eventually mellows out and has slowly become less serious and becomes a bit curious about some minor things such as the meaning of fun..

Backstory: A very skilled warrior monk who travel all over the world to find the person who destroyed his tribe and temple. 27 years ago, the tigers find him as a baby in the forest Cold and hungry. He was abandoned and was on the verge of death. Thankfully, the tigers took him in their temple and nursed him back to health. For many years, the Tigers raised him as their own and they train and teach him about kung fu, monastery, religion, nature and the way of the tiger. The tiger monks distant themselves from the society and humans and they did not want Wu Laohu discover his humanity. They had to tell him he is a tiger who is cursed with “a furless body with no tail, claws and a weird nose”. Wu Laohu believed them and grew up not knowing his human heritage.

Meanwhile, Wu Laohu went into the forest to fetch some woods for the fireplace. After fetching a stack of wooden logs, he went back to the temple but to his horror, The temple is on fire! He drop the logs and rush into the temple to save his fellow tigers. He ran into the burning temple but he was too late to save them. He saw all the tigers in the monastery being slaughtered in gory fashion. He saw a shadowy silhouette standing while they finish brutally killing the leader of the tigers. They had a sinister grin on their face. Laohu Roar in anger and charge at the murderer who took the lives of his loved ones and destroyed his home. As he was about to attack them, the murderer hit him and throw him off out of the burning temple crashing into the wooden logs he dropped. That when everything turn to black..

The next morning, he woke up in bandages and find himself in a hut. He freak out when he remember everything what happened last night but could not remember what the person responsible for the death of his fellow monks and destroying his home look like. An old lady walk in with a friendly smile and was holding a tray of breakfast. She calm him down and she explained to him she was taking a stroll in the forest when she found him lying unconscious in logs of wood with bruises and a bleeding forehead. She took his unconscious body to her home and healed his wounds. He then explained his Story to her. The old lady feel sorry for the poor young man and ask him if he like to stay in her home. Wu Laohu agreed to stay in the old lady’s hut.

Surprisingly, the old lady agreed and she help him and pack things for his quest. For few years, The traveling monk search endlessly and trying to hunt down the murderer to avenged his loved ones and home. He trained hard to become strong and fast enough so he defeat the person who is responsible for his loss.

One day, he heard the strongest, most ruthless shadow killer of Xuanwu named “Seven”. Thinking and suspecting he was the one who destroyed his home and killed the tigers, He then went to Xuanwu to hunt down and confront Seven. Unfortunately, he was too late when he heard about Seven’s supposed “death”. But Laohu refused to give up his revenge and become hellbent on finding him. He is determined he isn’t dead and theorised he may have fake his death to escape. Two years later, He eventually came across a rumour That a particular unknown someone defeated the PoS on Chicken Island. He learn Seven is alive and was glad that his theory “turn out to be true”. But when he enter chicken island, he ends up finding Seven and is astonished to learn he has some serious amnesia. He decided to stay in chicken island and open up a shaobing store to keep a close eye on him. However, as time went on, he grew to care for Seven and his allies and he slowly learn the truth that Seven isn’t the one who is responsible for the destruction of his clan and home...

Trivia:

•he is loosely based off Wu song from water margin

•he didn’t know he is human and he believed his a tiger who is cursed with a strange appearance. That is until Seven revealed this to him.

•he had a fear of drowning and isn’t a very good swimmer.

•his shaobing shop is next to Seven’s hair salon

•he isn’t interested in dating and romance and he prefer to focused on his goals.

•he pretty much the Genos and Scotsman to Seven’s Saitama and samurai jack.

•he hates shoes and refused to wear them.

•because he grew up being raised by tigers, he act and think like a tiger. He sometimes run on all fours.

•bi disaster

•he hates guns

•he will appear at the beginning of scissor seven. Seven meet him as a sole worker at the Shaobing shop.

•he had a bad chewing habit and often Sleep-chewing.

•Despite being raised by carnivorous Tigers, he is a vegetarian due to being a monk but he can eat dairy, eggs and seafood. Seven went to Wu Laohu’s Shaobing shop. He learn the only Meat they had in Shaobing shop is fish and seafood.

#au #scissor seven #Wu laohu #oc #Scissor seven oc

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ask-sincerely-memes · 5 years

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Connor ur a bi disaster and ily

according to my boyfriends, I’m actually a “gay plant” (their words, not mine so don’t come for me), tho I am still a disaster that appreciates the kind words.

sincerely, connor from dairy queen

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carmenlire · 5 years

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Magnus smiles as the door above him chimes cheerfully. The display is mostly the same, though he’s intrigued as he sees a sign advertising a midnight story hour at the bookstore in a few days, in celebration of Halloween.

It seems like the year’s gone by much too fast, Magnus reflects. Before he knows it, the snow will be falling and he’ll be trying to fit in his Christmas shopping into his bursting schedule.

This time around, there are several people milling about Lightwood Books, though no one spares him a second glance. Magnus doesn’t immediately see Alec but now that he knows to look for it, he can detect Lightwood’s background in the casual elegance and quality of the decor.

Magnus had met Maryse and Robert a few years ago before their divorce at a charity gala at the Four Seasons in Midtown. They’d only spoke for a few minutes but it had been like pulling teeth, Magnus overwhelmingly aware of what the couple thought of him.

New money, he’d hard Robert sneer to Maryse as they’d turned and walked to catch up with other friends.

That had been enough for Magnus. He’d poured his blood, sweat, and countless tears into his company and he didn’t need bigoted assholes condescending to him.

When he’d heard a few weeks later that the Lightwoods gave money to anti-LGBT groups among other equally conservative causes that caused him to gnash his teeth, Magnus had scoffed as he’d edited the story, unsurprised. They seemed like people who’d look down on anyone who didn’t fit their arbitrary, far-too-narrow mold.

It doesn’t look like their eldest son took after them though. Thank God, Magnus thinks.

Alec had been nothing but warm and welcoming the last time Magnus was here and he hopes to see the man again. Though really, he doesn’t know Alec’s schedule in the least and he might just be wasting his time on a fool's errrand.

Wandering through the aisles, Magnus picks up a book on botany for Ragnor as he makes his way upstairs. Looking down at his watch, Magnus makes a note that he has around an hour to kill before he needs to go back to his apartment and change for dinner with Camille.

Looking down, he doesn’t see the person he runs into until it’s too late. He’d clipped them on the shoulder and as he lifts his head to apologize, Magnus can’t help the instant grin that comes over his face.

“Alexander,” he greets warmly. “Fancy running into you here.”

He has a brief moment to worry that perhaps Alec didn’t remember him. It had been a few weeks, after all, and Alec was sure to see countless customers in his shop.

Before he can worry too much, however, Alec is smiling down at him, continuing down a few steps until they’re the same height.

“Hey, Magnus. I do work here so not so unusual, I’m afraid.”

Alec’s voice is dry but Magnus is deeply interested in the flush that starts to crawl into his cheeks.

“And how are you this fine autumnal afternoon?”

Laughing a little, Alec readjusts the box in his arms, settling it on his hip. His biceps might bulge a little but Magnus does not stare.

“I was just restocking and straightening up the children’s area. We had a busy morning so the place was a bit of a disaster.”

“And now,” Magnus asks, shifting a little closer.

Alec raises a brow, considering. “Well now I suppose I could take a break. If that was what you were hinting at?”

Laughing, Magnus shakes his head a little, unrepentant. “You can’t blame me if I want to spend a few minutes with the proprietor of this lovely bookstore. Maybe I want to pick your brain for the next bestseller.”

“Well, then if it’s alright with you, let’s head upstairs to the cafe and we can talk recommendations.”

Alec turns to go back up and Magnus isn’t complaining. No, he’s absolutely thrilled to follow Alec. Not only will he get to spend some time flirting with his favorite bookworm but he’s treated to a delectable view of Alec’s ass.

It’s a win-win as far as he’s concerned.

Settling them down at a table in front of a window, Magnus takes a few seconds to look outside as Alec sets his box down on the table. The busy Manhattan street is positively teeming with people. It’s a little after three and there’s the usual mix of tourists, businessmen, and teens that always seem to be in a hurry. Magnus feels removed from everyone else and it's not an unwelcome feeling even if it does rarely happen.

“Are you in the mood for anything or do you want me to surprise you?”

Magnus looks up at that. Alec is standing behind his chair, not yet having taken a seat. He thinks for a minute before shaking his head.

“Surprise me, though I’d prefer anything you have be made with soy milk or some other alternative.”

Alec nods once before smiling and turning toward the barista working the coffee counter.

Magnus watches as Alec approaches the counter and orders. The barista grins at him and the two seem to engage in a round of playful bickering before the blonde turns to the espresso machine. He looks more suited to playing beer pong in a dilapidated frat house than making cappuccino foam art but Magnus just finds that it adds to the charm of the shop.

Taking out his phone, Magnus ignores the speculative look he sees the barista throw his way and instead focuses on the dozen emails that have accumulated since he arrived, taking a minute to look through them. When he sees Alec walking toward him, two mugs in hand, he resolutely shuts his phone off and shoves it in his coat pocket.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got you a triple white chocolate mocha. Don’t worry, it’s all dairy-free.”

Magnus smiles and just knows that it’s too open and happy for such a simple thing.

Accepting the drink, Magnus blows over the top before taking a sip, humming at the subtle sweetness that doesn’t take over the bitter coffee. “Thank you, Alexander. This is really quite good.”

Settling down across from him, Alec wraps his hand around his giant white mug. He looks relieved that Magnus likes the drink and distantly Magnus knows that he’d have lied and said that it was the best damned thing he’d ever had if Alec would continue looking at him like that.

“I know people usually have very definite opinions on coffee. Some want it to taste like they’re drinking straight from the espresso machine and others need at least a cup of milk and twice as much sugar to make it palatable. I’m glad I guessed right.”

Alec sounds pleased and his words are calm. There’s an undercurrent of that damned warmth that Magnus wants to reach out and touch.

It feels like time slows when he’s in this shop, when he’s with Alec. This is only the second time that he’s been here, but Magnus thinks that it’s his new favorite place. He can almost, almost feel his stress slipping through his fingers and as the tension eases from his shoulders, he takes another drink and studies Alec with a content expression.

It’s quiet for a few minutes and Magnus is surprised that it’s not uneasy or expectant. Instead, it feels natural and Magnus can’t remember the last time he was content to just sit still and enjoy someone’s company, to enjoy his own.

He’s always running around like a dervish. From the time he wakes until he collapses into bed, Magnus is working. He’s always being pulled in a dozen different directions but he wonders what it would be like if he just gave it all up, right this moment. Stopped everything and stayed here, watching as the fall sunshine paints Alec in gold and as the air smells like toasted marshmallow and coffee and ink.

Magnus almost hates to ruin the silence but he can’t help himself from asking, “So, Mr. Bookstore Owner. Tell me about the next big book.”

Alec chuckles as he takes a lingering sip of his own coffee. From what Magnus can see, it looks like Alec likes his light and sweet.

“It depends on what you’re into. I try to only give recommendations that I think my customers will really enjoy. So, what do you like to read?”

Humming as he thinks, Magnus narrows his eyes at Alec. Alec waits patiently with a raised brow and Magnus can’t resist the challenge.

“I like romance,” he says slowly. “My work deals with the news and when I stop and slow down enough to read for pleasure, I want to lose myself in something light that ends happy. I don’t like a lot of angst and I’d be perfectly fine if the story had no conflict whatsoever.”

A lot of people can’t believe that Magnus Bane likes romance. He loves it in all its forms and many subgenres and while he also likes other genres as well-- he can’t deny the appeal of YA or a good thriller-- Magnus has enjoyed romances since he was in high school and looking for something to do at home.

He’d ended up finding one of his mother’s romances and hadn’t looked back since.

Alec stares into nothing for a minute, thinking, before his gaze snaps back to Magnus. “Would you mind if it wasn’t straight?”

Intrigued, Magnus raises a brow. He definitely would not have thought Alec would ask something like that, not given who his parents were.

Not to mention, Magnus loves LGBT fiction. Unfortunately, he bites back a sigh as he figures that he’s probably read whatever romance Alec is about to suggest. In Magnus’s opinion, there weren't very many authors who wrote LGBT romance well and he’d read most of their books several times already if they did.

“Considering I’m bi, I’d hope to hell I don’t have a problem with that. Lead the way, darling.”

Magnus throws out his response and he can’t help the angle of his chin. It’s not defensive but combative. He just gave Alec an opening and in Magnus’s opinion, homophobic people can never stop their instinctive distaste for those who aren’t straight.

Plus, Magnus doesn’t have a subtle bone in his body and if he’s feeling Alec out-- letting him know that there’s one less potential barrier should he feel something-- then it’s two birds with one stone.

Magnus has always prided himself on being efficient.

Alec just laughs and shakes his head a little. Magnus prays to God that he’s not imagining the interest in Alec’s eyes and the way his gaze drops down to his mouth for a fleeting second.

“In that case,” Alec says, “I want to recommend Higher than the Big Trees. It’s a m/m romance that takes place in the city. There’s no angst whatsoever and it’s a classic romance between a professor and a celebrity.”

“That sounds perfect and I haven’t read it yet. Do you have it in stock?”

Magnus settles back in his seat, crossing his legs as he reaches for his coffee. He’s glad when Alec nods.

“Of course I do,” he says dryly. “Not only are they my favorite author but I can barely keep it on the shelf.”

“How haven’t I heard of this book if it’s so popular?”

Shrugging, Alec just says, “I’ve been suggesting it to everyone who likes romance. It’s mostly word of mouth sales, really. They’re a new author and that’s their first book. I have high hopes for their next one, though. I hear there’s a journalist involved.”

Magnus smiles at Alec’s enthusiasm and can’t deny that he’s looking forward to this book and potentially discovering another writer.

Not to mention, he thinks dryly, that if they were going to write about journalism than he had to read it-- if only to catalog the many mistakes they were undoubtedly going to make about his career.

The two of them talk for awhile longer and when the blonde barista comes around to collect their now empty mugs, Magnus grins a little as he sees the silent conversation he has with Alec.

They must be close, maybe best friends, Magnus wonders and laughs a little as he sees Alec send the barista a deadpan look that could rival Raphael’s when he feels particularly put upon.

The blonde leaves and Alec turns to look at Magnus only to see that he’s already being studied.

“Sorry about that,” Alec offers sheepishly. “Jace is my brother and still hasn’t learned how to behave in public.”

Magnus waves that away. “Don’t worry about it, darling. I’m well familiar with family that doesn’t know when to stop. Now, I believe that we were just talking about favorite children’s books and the perfection that is Percy Jackson--”

Whatever Magnus was going to say stops as he feels his phone start vibrating. Not many people have access to his personal cell number and he grimaces in apology as he catches Alec’s confused look.

When he takes the phone out, Alec’s face relaxes in understanding and he waves Magnus on.

Seeing that it’s Simon, Magnus rolls his eyes a little as he answers.

“My dear little assistant, the building must be falling down or someone had better have just lost a limb. Which is it?”

“Magnus, where are you? You have dinner at Chartreuse BonBon in thirty minutes and your driver just called the office to say you’re not answering. Where are you,” Simo repeats and Magnus’s eyes widen as he wrenches his sleeve up to look at his watch.

“Shit,” he hisses. “I’m out, Simon. What does the traffic look like?”

Simon doesn’t answer for a moment and Magnus hears muttering going on in the background. Finally, he replies, “For a Thursday evening, it looks like there’s just the standard after work traffic. Why?”

Furiously thinking, Magnus immediately decides that he’ll just have to go straight to the restaurant from the bookstore. He doesn’t have time to go home or even to the office and change into something a little more formal, a little more crisp.

Appearances might be everything to Camille but Magnus still looks fresh, no matter that he’s been on the go twelve hours. Luckily, he’d chosen one of his more austere suits this morning and the burgundy shade was a perfect power play.

“Okay, I’m going to head there straight from where I’m at. Tell Elias that I’ll just need picked up from the restaurant at the end of the evening and I’ll get an Uber there. Thankfully, I’m still in Manhattan so I should get there right on time. Thanks for the call, dear.”

Magnus hangs up and looks at Alec who’s staring at him with something that seems like wistfulness in his eyes. “I take it you’re running late for something?”

Moving his chair back, Magnus shoves his phone in his pocket and stands, Alec following.

“Unfortunately, I lost track of time and I have a dinner meeting that I can’t be late for. I’m sorry, Alexander but I’m afraid that I’ll need a rain check for our YA debate.”

“No problem,” Alec says easily as he looks over his shoulder. “I understand how important meetings can be. I didn’t know you were such a big shot, though,” he teases as they start heading down the stairs, Magnus calling his ride. Unfortunately, he’s so focused on the phone that he can’t just stare at Alec’s ass again.

Magnus laughs a little. “I do okay,” he mutters, trying desperately not to tell Alec just who he is. It’s nice to have someone who treats him like a regular person, like Magnus instead of turning into a fawning mess when they realize they’re talking to Magnus Bane, the CEO of Bane Enterprises and the most famous man in the news industry.

“Just okay,” Alec repeats skeptically. “Whatever you say.”

Magnus looks up at that and as they start walking to the front door, he can’t help but feel like Alec’s just humoring him.

Deciding not to think about that, though, and the potential consequences, Magnus turns to face Alec as he takes a step back. “I’m sorry to run out, darling, but I really do need to leave.”

“It’s fine, Magnus,” Alec says softly. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”

Studying Alec for a minute, Magnus takes another step back, reaching a hand out behind him to the door knob.

“Something tells me it’ll be sooner than sometime before I come back.” He throws one last smile Alec’s way before he’s turning and opening the door, rushing out into the fall chill just as his car pulls up.

He’s halfway to the restaurant when he remembers that he never did get that book Alec recommended.

As he watches New York fly by thanks to a particularly scrappy driver, Magnus wonders what it is about Alec that seems to pull him in.

Stepping out of the Uber just a few minutes later, Magnus sees that he has five minutes before Camille is set to arrive.

As he smooths down his suit and shoots his cuffs, Magnus walks toward the doorman who opens the door smoothly and unobtrusively as he approaches.

He’s escorted to his table and immediately given a wine list, which he peruses absently as the waiter fills his water glass.

Murmuring his thanks, Magnus isn’t paying attention to what he’s reading as his thoughts seem left in the bookstore.

With a sigh, he shakes his head a little and reaches for the water to clear his throat and his head. He’ll need his wits about him if he’s about to go a few rounds with Camille and as he starts to review everything he knows about Bellecourt and its struggling, he smiles.

Anyone who knows him knows that it’s the look of a shark circling its prey and Magnus fully expects to come out the winner of their little tête-à-tête by the end of the night.

He stands as he sees Camille’s lithe figure striding toward him on her signature Louboutin pumps and as they lean in for a European greeting that has Magnus rolling his eyes, he can’t help but think that he’d prefer vastly different company for dinner.

Company that looks an awful lot like Alexander.

#white blank page #my writing #malec fic

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saigang · 5 years

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mmkay hoe revenge time. gimme lisa headcanons.

Lisa Carol Attaway Headcanons

Lisa knew she was a lesbian for a long time now but she was ashamed to open up about it due to the Attaway family’s Christian views. Dana helped her come out of the closet and accept herself for who she was and surprisingly her mother was actually supportive. (let’s be real, Evelyn has that disaster Bi™ mood)

Her estate is close to the Old Bullworth Vale Garden and she often heads out there to get some sun on her skin.

Whenever she & Danny head out to restaurants together she would absolutely have a go at the server if they attempt to give Danny anything containing dairy products despite her instructing them not to. Basically a huge cousin protective figure.

She & Danny can never agree on whether dogs or cats are the better pet. While Danny owns six white pomeranians, Lisa is that one cat mom with three ragdoll cats, two persians and is currently looking to buy a Savannah.

A lot of Dana’s interest in the Furious 50s rubbed off on her. Danny really doesn’t get the appeal in the aesthetic but who is he to judge?

#ocs #lisa carol attaway #headcanons #.txt #ghastlyrosemaiden

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a-corndog-named-schibbs · 5 years

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Secret Admirer - Chapter 1

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I know I just finished up a multi-chapter fic not too long ago, but this one is quite a bit shorter and I wanted to share it before S8 is released and the fandom goes crazy again. It’s a fairly standard high school au starring Lance as his usual disaster bi self. Clichés and (eventual) shameless fluff abound!

Enjoy!

“It’s now or never, guys. I’ve just gotta grit my teeth and do it.”

“You’re asking a girl to homecoming, Lance, not sawing a limb off.”

Lance rolls his eyes in Pidge’s direction, “Just because you don’t stress about this stuff doesn’t mean no one does. In fact, some of us, namely me, need psyching up before they ask their crush out. Which is me asking you to help psych me up, by the way.”

“Well, hurry up and do it already,” says Pidge, “If you don’t ask her soon, I’m sure someone else is gonna snatch Allura up sooner or later.”

“Oh, you’re no help at all,” says Lance. He turns to Hunk, who’s leaning against a set of lockers, “Any words of encouragement, buddy?”

But Hunk doesn’t seem to be in an encouraging mood today, “Listen, I didn’t want to have to pull Mom Friend rank, but someone’s gotta think reasonably here. Are you sure Allura’s open to the idea of going to the dance with you?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“No, no, no, listen, I just mean that Allura’s a very popular girl and she might have her eye on someone else already. Like…listen, this is gonna sound harsh but does she actually know who you are? Have you two ever spoken together?”

“Oh, yeah, dude, she’s in my drama class! That’s how I know she secretly digs me. We were reading Romeo and Juliet in that class and Mr. Smythe made me read Romeo and Allura read Juliet and let me tell you, sparks flew! They flew! Allura was super into it.”

“Are you sure she wasn’t just acting?” Pidge interjects, “You know…the thing you have to do to get an A in that class?”

“Encouragement, Pidge, encouragement. I need happy thoughts sent my way.”

“Okay, here’s another question,” says Hunk, “If Allura ends up turning you down - I said if, Lance, don’t give me that look - do you have a backup plan?”

“A backup plan?”

“Yeah, like someone else you could ask to the dance if she says no.”

“Oh!” says Lance, “Yeah, no, I’ve got that covered too. I’ll just ask Shiro.”

“Shiro?” says Pidge, “As in Takashi Shirogane?”

Lance nods and sighs, putting a hand to his heart, “The dreamboat himself. Imagine how jealous people would be if I showed up to the dance on Shiro’s arm.”

Hunk pinches the bridge of his nose, “So let me get this straight. Your plan, if you get rejected by the most popular girl in school…is to ask out the most popular guy in school?”

“You know, Hunk, you’re not exactly showing a lot of faith in me.”

“Where do I start?” Hunk sighs heavily, “First of all, do you even know if Shiro likes guys?”

“Oh, he definitely likes guys. You remember last month when a bunch of the football guys came to school wearing blue, yellow, and pink? That was because Shiro came out to the team as pan and they wanted to show solidarity.”

“Okay, that’s a promising start, I guess. Next question, have you actually talked to Shiro before?”

“Totally, dude! He asked me to help him with a senior prank just last week!”

“He what?”

Pidge frowns, “Matt didn’t say the seniors were doing a prank.”

“Well, I assume that’s what it was. He asked me if he knew anyone who owned a cow and I told him I had an uncle who kept a dairy farm. What else would he need a cow for? Anyway,” Lance waves his hand, “that’s not important. What’s important is that I ask Allura to the dance as soon as possible.”

The whole time he’s talking, Lance keeps an eye on the school entrance near where he and the others are standing. If he can catch Allura as she’s walking in, there won’t be time for anyone else to ask her.

He hears the doors open and perks up.

“Calm down, Romeo,” says Pidge, “It’s just Keith.”

Sure enough, there’s Keith, strutting into the building like he owns the place (or so it seems to Lance). He’s got his backpack slung over one shoulder and he’s holding his motorcycle helmet and chatting with the blonde girl walking next to him.

“”Hey, Keith!” Hunk calls, waving amicably.

Keith looks up, sees the group, waves, then goes back to talking with the blonde girl.

“Ugh,” says Lance, “What a poser.”

“What’s your problem with him?” says Pidge, “He’s not even doing anything, he’s just talking.”

“What’s my problem with him? He thinks he’s hot shit just ‘cause he drives a motorcycle and has a cute girlfriend.”

Pidge looks confused about that last statement, but says nothing.

Lance has no time to worry about Keith, though, because at that moment, Hunk taps him on the shoulder and says, “Allura’s here.”

Allura is, as always, a vision. She’s wearing a tasteful pink-and-blue number today that shows off her figure without being too flashy. She tosses her long, luxurious white locks over her shoulder as she laughs at something one of her friends says. Her smile is brighter and more dazzling than the sun itself. Lance is glad he’s got a set of lockers to his back or else he might swoon.

“Wow,” he says, breathless.

“What are you still standing next to us for?” says Pidge, “Get over there and talk to her!”

She shoves him in Allura’s direction and it takes a great deal of effort for Lance not to bowl his crush over.

“Oh!” says Allura, startled but happy to see him, “Hello, Lance, how are you today?”

“Uh…huh…hi, Allura!” says Lance. Great start, McClain, really cranking up the charm. “I-I’m doing great! How are you?”

“Very well, thank you. I really liked the reading Mr. Smythe gave us for last night. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah,” says Lance, who couldn’t do the reading last night because he was too nervous about this moment, “Listen, Allura, I was meaning to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“It’s, uh, it’s about homecoming next week…”

“Ah, yes, that’s coming up soon, isn’t it? Have you asked anyone yet?”

“Well, here’s the thing…”

Lance never gets to complete his sentence, though, because just as they’re coming around the corner, Allura gasps and stops dead in her tracks.

Standing in the middle of the hallway is Takashi Shirogane. And several other football players. And a cow with a banner hanging over its back that reads:

Allura,

I could dance with you till the cows come home! Be my date?

Shiro

Allura is laughing and smiling and turning red and Lance feels like theres a large rock in his stomach.

After taking a moment to calm herself, Allura runs over to Shiro and gives him a big hug. Lance can hear her say, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Shiro is grinning like a fool, “Do you like it?”

“It’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever seen. I love it!”

“It’s all thanks to Lance, you know. I never would have been able to set this up if he didn’t know a guy who had a cow.” Shiro turns toward Lance and gives him a pat on the shoulder that nearly knocks Lance over, “You’re a life-saver, buddy. I don’t know how I can thank you enough.”

“Make him best man at your wedding,” one of the football players says and everyone gathered around seems to think that’s hilarious.

“Is that true, Lance?” says Allura, “That’s so sweet of you! What was it you wanted to ask me again? You had a question for me earlier.”

“I forget,” Lance mumbles, unable to look her in the eye.

“Well, let me know if you remember,” says Allura and she goes back to gazing into Shiro’s eyes. She’s looking at him like he’s the most beautiful sight in the world and he’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful sight in the world and they’re both so caught up in each other that Lance feels like a creep just standing there next to them.

He shuffles off to first period. He doubts either of them noticed him leave.

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ONE THROUGH SIXTY-FIVE :D

OH HECK ALRIGHT LETS GET THIS DONE

1. This is such a strange question… I’m gonna say no… Santa is real

2. Most of the time 1 but on the rare occasion it jumps up to 3

3. The physical manifestation of the face eater…

4. Loaf

5. Quaking aspen or white birch

6. I’m avoiding the mirror today… I probably look disappointing

7. I got my white tank and green hoody for extra comfort… probably smells… It’s sunday, I got no reason to dress up

8. Transmasculine 90s kid Bi and a walking fucking disaster

9. I only sleep in damn near isolation tanks with wifi

10. hanging out at a few twitch channels

11. 8

12. Mother

13. myself

14. A default win10 background but my phone background is this from Boogwerks

15. I have the capacity to like almost anyone but I squash any budding emotions with my crippling depression and gender dysphoria… they’re probably not into someone like me

16. ZAYN - Dusk Till Dawn ft. Sia was played to end Plea’s cast last night

17. myself

18. I suppose a neo-nazi

19. buhhhhhh I’d enslave friends to play video games with me for an entire day

20. I’m quite a fan of my legs especially with how well they get muscled when working but I feel weird about sharing them

21. ≖_≖ I would… look like me? I’ve always been pretty middle of the road and a source of bafflement to all strangers…

22. I don’t keep many secrets… I guess I have a pretty good grasp on tone

23. the face eater

24. Footlong chicken and bacon ranch melt on italian herb and cheese, untoasted, avocado, lettuce, green pepper, red onion and banana peppers.

25. probably gonna pay my bills…

26. SWEDEN and I’d wait at the airport until Jonibae was able to arrive from Malaysia no matter how long it took and we’d both go party with our fave swedes Pasta and King

27. I’d like some Kauffman Luxury Vintage Vodka please

28. If an action will cause harm to others then all are required to sleep on it before acting

29. Shite

30. My computer…

31. I personally believe past experiences build character so the only thing I’d want to erase was when I rolled the car because I think I already have enough anxiety and ptsd

32. What was the question? I’m nomadic af I would never stay put in one spot long enough especially now with super-powers

33. I honestly don’t see much good coming from bringing someone I personally know back. I’d probably request death choose someone they would think is deserving of coming back

34. I recall something about feeling exposed and uncomfortable af over something probably gender related…

35. I’m getting pretty good at dealing with catastrophic situations

36. yeh I’ve had reconstructive surgery as a child and last year I’ve spent a night after an altercation resulted in me being removed from a household for my own safety

37. I lived my whole life in Canada and I may have built 10 snowmen

38. I am notoriously bad for not wearing socks… if I do they’re very likely black

39. I can’t pin down a specific genre I like more than others but overall I’d say I know more indie rock bands than others

40. Sunrises tho I usually miss them

41. I don’t care for dairy beverages so alternatively I’ll say the Mind over Matcha with strawberry sorbet instead of yogurt from Booster Juice is bae

42. CFL Eskimos

43. Do I ever… The ones on my arms are less noticeable but I got some real nasty ones on my legs. I also got some cool patterns on the roof of my mouth from my reconstructive surgery as a kid

44. Boy… I didn’t wanna be me hah! Originally I wanted to get into some sort of science but instead I got sucked into industrial construction. I’m in the process of changing careers

45. I wish I were bigger

46. I’m told I am but you gotta give me plenty of time to prepare, none of this out of the blue babysitting bs unless you feed me, pay in booze and the kids will be sleeping the entire time

47. Where should I go from here or what should I do to make it better?

48. I’m usually pretty chill on most things, you gotta really mess up to get me angry and even then its not so much a grudge but more of something I suffer regret over.

49. An elephant and a giant squid… because wouldn’t that be neat?

50. Probably somethin bout my cock… I can talk circles around sex education but its the first time I been flustered about that topic

51. If its for the purpose of a game or in light humour then absolutely I am but if its for any other situation I’m largely incapable of lying and should I somehow do it likely due to anxiety I immediately regret

52. In general a few days, to another person probably longer than a week but I’ve never intentionally tested my endurance on that matter

53. That one year I spent hundreds of dollars on a red streak dye job and I ended up having an allergic reaction to it for months.

54. naw I’m spooked with cooking

55. I’m pretty good at imitating sounds but I can’t do accents out of the blue most of the time. I swear I’m not intentionally mocking others when I imitate accents, I genuinely like the sounds they make

56. a fried egg

57. I drew that sunshine boy for some reason a few nights ago but then I realized the scanner cable went missing so it didn’t really result in much

58. I’ve always sorta wanted a Mitsubishi Eclipse

59. I sing if the house is empty and I got musics, it’s therapeutic sometimes

60. I totally think it’s possible for life to exist in space, we’re not the only ones lucky in this universe. Grey men showing up and fucking with us though? I’m skeptical on the source of those

61. For fun on occasion, I also like personality quizzes

62. R

63. Dragons

64. They’re sticky, icky and stinky but they are cute when they laugh

65. Anyone wanna play sum vidya games?

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