In Chaos There is a Kosmo, In All Disorder a Secret Relationship (Klance)
(Title - partial quote from Carl Jung)
“Hey—stop it!” Lance hisses, bolting from his office to where Keith is mindlessly toying with his Harry Potter Legos—his Harry Potter Legos (and all his Legos, really) are intensely important to him, and if Keith breaks any part of that glorious castle—
“I’m being careful,” Keith insists, pulling the Lego Hermione out of Lance’s reach, “I promise.”
Lance melts. He can’t not when Keith is looking up at him with those soft eyes and jutting his bottom lip out the slightest bit. Lance sits down across from him.
The castle sits next in the midst of a wide, glass coffee table in their little living room. It’s the best place for it, and it makes a nice centerpiece. Keith hadn’t been sure about it at first, but he came around once it was actually built.
It is pretty cool, he’d said.
“Sorry,” Lance mumbled, “You're a fully adult man, I don’t know why—“
“It’s important to you,” Keith interrupts, “I get it. I should’ve asked.”
Lance smiles softly—they haven’t always been this… functional. If they were still sixteen, they’d definitely be arguing about this. But here they are, twenty-two, behaving like a well-oiled machine.
It burns something warm and full in Lance’s chest, that he and his partner have been together six entire years and have only gotten better at it. He can’t wait to marry this man, can’t wait to see his face when he proposes. God, he’s hopeless.
Lance crawls over and pulls Keith’s lips to his own. Lego Hermione is discarded carefully on the table as Keith focuses all his attention on Lance. Fingers cupping his head, mouth earnest—that’s his boy.
Three knocks on the door.
They tear apart.
“Who the fuck—“
“Open uuuuuup,” that’s definitely Hunk, which would not be such an issue if Hunk knew. But nobody knows, least of all them. Lance was gonna tell them before he proposed, sit them down around a dinner table and lay it all out piece by piece, lie by lie.
This is bad.
“Oh my fucking god,” Keith breathes.
“We’re fucked,” Lance agrees, getting to his feet and helping up his boyfriend. “We’re so fucked. They’re never gonna forgive me—“
“Where do you want me?” Keith asks, “What do I do? Hide?”
“Yeah, you and every picture of us on the wall?” Lance hisses.
Hunk and Pidge have only been here in passing, never once stepping foot in Lance’s “bachelor pad” which they so affectionately and inaccurately called it. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to—they’d asked him to host a ton of times, but he’d always make some excuse or flat out say he didn’t like the idea of people in his space.
Little did they know it’s because he doesn’t live alone, he’s nowhere near a bachelor, and he hasn’t been since high school.
And he never told them.
In six years.
He’s unforgivable.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he’s muttering. Keith hurries into the bedroom as another round of knocks and some teasing come from behind the front door.
Furiously red and figuratively shitting his pants, he goes to answer.
“Busy?” Pidge asks when he opens it—and of course they’re here, too. As if this situation was not already bad enough with just Hunk—if they ask to come in Lance is well and truly boned.
“Is that Lizzie?” Hunk asks, and for a second, Lance is absolutely perplexed. He’s wedged in the sliver of the door he’s barely opened, trying to block their view of the apartment he very obviously could not afford by himself, and Hunk’s talking about someone named—oh. His brow furrows—but yes, reckless driving by Lizzie McAlpine is softly floating out from the Alexa somewhere behind him.
“Yeah,” he says, “What are you doing here?”
Hunk’s grin falls away. Lance feels a sharp pang of guilt in his chest—he wants this to be simple. He should’ve told them years ago, but it was complicated. Hell, Keith’s brother doesn’t even know and he stayed here for a week.
One hell of a week.
He could say they value their privacy, but mostly they’re just selfish. Contrary to popular belief, Lance is a quiet lover. Shouting it from the rooftops? Sure.
Coming home to something that’s inexplicably his? Not having to answer questions, not having people constantly asking after his boyfriend?It’s just… nice. It’s nice to be known so intimately. It’s nice to be them. No one else—just them.
“We brought takeout,” Hunk says, lifting up a bag Lance had not noticed, “We thought—“
And then, proving once and for all that the universe is not and has never been in favor of Lance McClain, Kosmo darts through the narrow space between Lance’s ankle and the door frame, and shoots down the hallway. Pidge jumps back, startled, and Hunk catches them by the shoulders, dropping the takeout. Lance, endlessly more concerned about Keith’s cat than his dirty little secret, throws open the door and is bounding down the hall in a second.
He hears a door open and close—Keith has clearly heard and is also blasting out past Hunk and Pidge, which is good, because where Lance is fast, Keith is agile. Lance gets around Kosmo and in front of the steps, at which point the animal does some insane, ineffable maneuver that sends him back the other way. When Kosmo tries to dodge Keith’s grasp, the boy literally jumps, tucks and rolls, snatching Kosmo firmly against his chest.
The cat doesn’t even wiggle—it’s as if this has all been a fun little game of tag and now that he’s safely back in his dad’s arms, everything is alright.
You know, except Hunk and Pidge.
“Look what you did,” Keith accuses sweetly as Kosmo bumps his nose into the boy’s chin. “You got papí in trouble.”
Kosmo meows in response. Keith returns to the apartment while Lance wracks his brain for what to say. Hunk and Pidge are torn between gaping at Keith—who they have rarely seen since high school—with wide eyes, and Lance, eerily silent and so, so boned.
“Go on in,” Lance says finally, gesturing toward the apartment, “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”
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sorry but if you actually think Cancel Culture ™ is a thing then you're kinda a dumb fuck. Cancel culture isn't real, holding people accountable for their actions is a thing, but this whole narrative around Canceling that's evolved over the past few years isn't real. It's never been an actual thing. Its just a fear mongering tactic to further vilify the groups who were being harmed in the first place and victimize the person who did something wrong.
Your fav being called out for playing an antisemitic video game that directly gives profits to a hugely influential TERF, who's said openly she sees getting profits / royalty cheques from her franchise as endorsements for her bigotry, is not "cancel culture". It's called the consequences for your actions.
You have every right to do and play whatever the fuck you want, but that goes both ways. If you go out of your way to build up and financially support these people who're openly advocating to take away trans people's rights, then you get to deal with people not trusting you because of it. You get to deal with trans and Jewish folks not feeling safe around you, not wanting to be around you or not wanting to talk to you. Because you have shown that you care more about nostalgia and temporary personal emotional gratification over the wellbeing and safety of those communities in the real world.
People have explained why supporting HL is wrong, people have explained why it's harmful, people have explained in detail the issues with this situation. You. Just. Don't. Care. You don't listen, or read, because in the end, you can't be bothered enough to put in the effort of having 1 moment of critical thinking.
It's not that folks don't have arguments or evidence, it's that it clearly does not matter to you. It's that the value of an antisemitic game full of one horrific thing after another is worth more to you than the real, living breathing people who are going to be, and have been, affected by this.
You come across as a bad person. Not because some person on Twitter determined you must be, but because your actions speak far louder. And they're screaming red flags.
I'm not going to argue with you over your own bad decisions and life choices. You've made your bed and are mad that people are telling you to lie in it.
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❤️ FEATURE: @glowingbrickette
Today, a photo from the Harry Potter universe will be in the feature. A very beautiful composition created by our former mod Sara.
This photo immediately appealed to me because it looks like a postcard. I can imagine it perfectly on a display in a Hogsmeade store.
The most attractive thing about this photo is that it presents a very wide scene. It's a very difficult exercise but the result is always stunning. The exercise requires working with more perspective and a broader objective, but I strongly invite you to try.
The light in the background simulating a sunset allows us to highlight the school Beauxbatons carriage as well as the very particular and recognizable silhouette of Hogwarts Castle.
She also took care to photograph from a low angle to give more importance and grandeur to the whole.
Thank you for this beautiful composition
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*Defending their son*
Ominis: He'd mock Dumbledore in a subtle way, with discreet sarcastic remarks. If he knew Dumbledore was following Tom, Ominis would distract him with "worries about some students". It helps that there are a pair of Weasleys that are always in trouble, and as their Head of House, Dumbledore must listen to other professors when they want to talk about them.
If Ominis heard Dumbledore gave Tom detention, he'd investigate if it was warranted and either take over or come up with an errand for Tom to run. sometimes he'd tell Professor Flitwick to call Tom for him, so it's not that obvious that he's helping his son to get out of trouble with the Senior Transfiguration Professor.
MC: She knows what it's like to be a half-blood in Slytherin, even if in her time it wasn't as bad as it was in Tom's. She hates that some families treat Tom like the plague. Tom doesn't much care, he has his own powerful allies/friends, but MC can't let them call her Tomtom names only because they're bitter because Ominis didn't marry into their family, choosing her, a half-blood, and Sebastian, even keeping the Sallow name instead of "the noble name of Gaunt".
The Rookwoods especially have it against them. MC can't fault them, she did kill Victor Rookwood when she was fifteen, but she won't allow them to hurt Tomtom because of that. If they had a problem, they could look for her, not him. So, when she hears Augustus Rookwood call Tomtom a "dirty halfbreed", she doesn't even care that she'd get in trouble for attacking a student. The boy was over seventeen, he was an adult (and no one actually saw her cast the jinx that turned his hair into ugly flowers - and no hair would grow again).
Sebastian: He doesn't think anyone would dare to do something against Tom. Both Ominis and MC were scary enough, and Tom himself had a dark aura that demanded respect along with his Gaunt blood and his friendship with the Malfoys. However, he still teaches him everything he knows, everything Tom could use to protect himself or those he loves. He leaves hints about his work in the Ministry for Tom to find and helps him discover and understand whatever it is.
Only once had Sebastian had to intervene himself. Tom had been still a small boy, going to tutoring along with other kids from the hamlets near Irondale. The old witch in charge had decided to punish Tom herself after a beautiful burst of accidental magic (the kid summoned a bunch of snakes and made them play with him and "his friends", scaring half to death). Ominis blamed his blood, reminding them that parseltongue was considered Dark, but MC and Sebastian refused to tell Tom to hide his ability. Back to the old witch, Sebastian had wanted to torture her for laying a hand on his Tom, but Ominis would be mad if he did something stupid, so he settled on cursing her with endless nightmares... Later, everyone would say she died of old age, but only Sebastian knew the truth, and only MC had a slight suspicion, but rather than being angry, she looked proud.
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