a gorl who knows what she WANTS. it’s not enough that the box has a flap that opens! it’s just not and she’s not here for it! she needs an opening in this box that works for HER and her GIRTH and she’s gonna make it happen!!!
Headcanon that Shiro was…really out of it for a while after waking up in the clone’s body.
He had good days and bad days. On his good days he was like the old Shiro, full of battle stratagems and words of encouragement (and the occasional sarcastic remark). On bad days he could zone out for hours at a time, his gaze trapped somewhere in the middle distance despite his friends’ efforts to grab his attention. It was like he was looking through them all, into something dark and nebulous beyond their reach.
On Shiro’s worst days he forgot who he was—what he was doing in space. Those days he’d simply shut down like a broken toy. He only panicked twice, and those times Kosmo knew to teleport Keith to his side. For some reason he always found comfort in Keith’s presence, even when he didn’t know who he was.
(“Your name is Takashi Shirogane. My name’s Keith; I’m your friend. We’re traveling through space now, on our way to Earth—our home. It’s okay. You’re safe here, I promise.”)
Other weird things started to pop up over time. Keith swore sometimes when Shiro stood behind him he could see starlight flicker out of the corner of his eye. On rare occasions Keith would think something and Shiro would reply to it like he’d said it out loud (“What? No, I’m sure you said that. I heard you say it.”) He can’t fly Black anymore, but Keith also heard him talking to the Lions a couple times—very casually, like they were old friends.
Like, Shiro was basically dead for a long time, trapped in the Black Lion’s consciousness. You don’t go through something like that without taking some of death back with you.
Ooooooh I accept this headcanon! Shiro even said to Lance that the whole situation had left him “out of sorts for the last few weeks” so this isn’t out of the realm of possibility.
And yes I love the idea of Keith being Shiro’s anchor during a panic attack!
Adulting tip: before you move in with someone, sit down and have a discussion about what a clean living space looks like. Doing this would have saved me so much aggravation in my life.
“But Jaqui,” I hear you asking, “why should we have to talk about it? Clean’s clean, right?” No, it’s not. And thinking cleanliness is a self-evident concept is a great way for screaming fights to happen down the line.
Here’s an example: to my mom, clean means that all the things in the space are not actively dirty, and are free of crumbs and food stains and the like. It doesn’t matter to her where you put your shit, so long as no one has to worry about bugs or stains or diseases. To my once-stepfather, clean meant that everything had a place where it belonged, and things were neat and organized, and there was no visible clutter. He gave less of a shit about crumbs under the microwave than he did about random papers on the coffee table. So she could spend all day working to make sure you could eat off every surface in the kitchen, and he would come home and be upset because she’d spent all that time and as far as he could tell, nothing was clean. Meanwhile, his obsessive organization drove my mom batshit because he would blithely organize away things that weren’t clean by her standards. Needless to say, that relationship did not end well.
So yeah. Have the talk, and figure out what your “augh, this is unlivable, we need to clean!” points are. You may not always be able to get a shared living space exactly as clean as you want it, but if you figure out what everyone needs to feel like they have a reasonably clean space, you’re much more likely to correctly conclude that, when someone makes an offhand comment about the mess getting to them, you’ll know they mean the dishes in the sink are bothering them, and that they don’t give a shit about the dust on the bookshelves, and can act accordingly.
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