3 way meme

“Being in the snow with my lover like this immerses me in a special feeling. I like it.”

Has this been done yet?

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some WIPs from my upcoming Halloween animation meme!! which unfortunately won’t be finished in time for Halloween but shhhh it’s fine it’s fine

tbh they look a little jittery n fast without the audio for context but trust me they’ll be fine in the final video I promise (also I think the gif website I used screwed em up up and made em blue??? click them for better quality I guess but huh that’s weird :\)

I really like the Persona series but it doesn’t do a good job in simulating life. Not everyone I meet is extremely good looking 0/10

ashinan  asked:

Hey. Hey Onions. Hey. Micro fill time: Shiro. Star Wars AU. First time he felt the Force. *finger guns*

okay you had to have known there was no way this was going to stay micro


Shiro’s known the Force for as long as he can remember.

Even if this isn’t the first first, it’s certainly one of the most defining.


“It is too late,” the Pashoni leader says. Her face is ashen but firm, her beetle-like eyes and the green markings of her crown of office stoic and unyielding. “I am sorry, young Jedi. There is no way we will reach them in time.”

“But my Master’s down there,” Shiro cries.

The training bond in the back of his mind has been silent for six terrifying minutes, stretching on to seven. Eight. Shiro’s tried again and again, but there’s no response. There’s nothing, nothing but the horrified whispers from the Pashonians gathering with Shiro at the top of the hill and the dust rising from the rockslide at the bottom.

Stay here, Master Ulaz had said. The cart down into the mines had only been big enough for one person to join the workers heading below.

Stay here, Master Ulaz had said, laying his large hand on top of Shiro’s head, thumb pressing gently against the center of Shiro’s forehead. It is a calming gesture for the Galra people, with their sagittal crest; Shiro’s used to it. At the tender age of thirteen he still barely comes up to Master Ulaz’s waist.

Stay here.

Here, staring down at the settling remnants of the rockslide neatly blocking the only access to the caves.

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shiro [08:34 pm]: i want you to lead voltron

shiro [08:51 pm]: keith, answer my texts

keith [09:04 pm]: i can’t, i can’t find my phone

shiro [09:12 pm]: okay, let me know when you find it

shiro [03:26 am]: you’re an awful child. you’re killing me. you’re killing your father 

pickingwinkles  asked:

Ooh ooh Kylux and 18. Pretty please.

Okay so this one definitely got away with me, it’s 3.5k and somehow wandered into kidfic benarmie territory? I hope that’s alright, the idea bit me (or should I say stung me? ;) ) and I couldnt let it go!! 

also this is a modern au and they reference star wars, but Han’s name is still Han so um, ~~~magical realm where both exist~~~

warnings for winnie the pooh references and abusing the italics function.


18. “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”


Crash Bandicoot is squashed flat under a huge digital boulder for the third time in a row, the screen of his little boxy tv flashing an obnoxious yellow GAME OVER. Ben groans and tosses his Playstation controller into the empty beanbag chair opposite the one he’s sinking into. He’s been working on this level for two whole days now and it’s way too hard, and that boulder is stupid. He’s halfway standing and contemplating walking over to Rey’s house and making her play knights with him when he hears something tap sharply against his window.

It taps two more times before he can un-fuse from the beanbag chair, so hard it’s rattling the glass. When it taps a fourth time and he peers down into his backyard he scowls, hoping his annoyance is clear through the glass. Hux is throwing rocks at his window from across the fence that divides their backyards, which is fine, except he’s using his fancy slingshot his dad got him for Christmas last year and Ben has told him a million times not to. The last time he knocked a pebble-sized hole in the glass Ben had told his mom that a woodpecker flew over and thought his science project sitting on his desk was a real tree (because he’d done such a good job painting it, with hardly any help at all) and pecked through his window to get to it, and he’s pretty sure she won’t believe him if he tells her it happened again.

He wrenches the window open angrily and snaps out, “What?” He’s about to yell at him about the slingshot again but he stops short when Hux stares up at him with his face all screwed up and splotchy red.

“Ben!” He shouts up at him, high-pitched and almost whining; A very bad sign, Hux never whines. “Millie got out!”

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bailci  asked:

i have to say i'm a little scared sending this, because i don't how you feel about solangelo..but it would be ok, for the otp meme, solangelo + 17? thank you either way :3

otp meme thing: 17. who would make a blanket fort? would the other help?

will would start to make the fort, nico would continually try to fix it up. and then, exactly two minutes after nico has it just the way he wanted it the whole thing just…um……..

Oh man oh man, you guys. I am OVERJOYED to talk about this! <3

Jaal’s first “oh, damn” moment came during the initial excursions on Havarl. He, Vetra, and Gemma had been slogging through some dense plant growth for hours when he spotted a shortcut from his childhood. It involved a lot of climbing, and Vetra gave him a (gentle) hard time about it, but what Jaal remembers is Gemma staring up the incline, a little frown on her still-strange face. When he asked her what she was doing, she said “I’m trying to figure out if I can do it in four boosts, or three”. Then she grinned at him, and said “I bet three,” and took off. He watched her jet to the first outcropping of rock, catch it, and leverage herself up, and then keep going. 

She made it in three, and laughed when she reached the top. 

He lost his handhold just before he reached her, the rock crumbling under his hand, but Gemma was already there, so fast he never even knew she had moved, and she had her hand locked around his wrist before he could yell for help. And to this day, he remembers the jolt that went through him at the contact, and how her grip did not falter – and how bright her eyes were as she pulled him up. Oh, he thought. This feels familiar. 

No, he added, only to himself, when Gemma – this alien woman – grinned up at him, this feels good. 

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Gemma’s moment came later; it was seeing him on Aya, after they rescued the Moshae. She found him on a balcony, looking out over a forest so green it hurt her eyes. For the first time since she woke up, she had a moment to pause, and breathe, and not worry about getting attacked, and she was happy to just bask in the sunlight and the rustle of wind through the leaves with a friend. 

She would have been content to stay quiet – Jaal didn’t owe her conversation after all her prodding back on the Tempest and in the Nomad – but he started pointing out the farms where he had worked as a teenager, his favorite place to watch the sunset, the races he and his siblings used to run near that river to the west – and she felt every knot in her spine coming undone. 

He spoke with so much love for everything around him, and Gemma was so tired and lonely and hating being either of those things that she started crying. She’d always been one for a good stress-relief cry, but this was exhaustion, and longing for home, and grief, and the pressure of knowing everything depended on her. 

She tried to keep quiet about it – not really good diplomacy to start bawling in public, especially if you were the damn Pathfinder – but when Jaal noticed, he just put his arm around her shoulders and told her no one would shame her for this, of all things. 

Gemma tried to make a joke – cover my back for a few minutes till I stop looking like a boiled tomato, okay? – but he was looking at her so sincerely, so gently, that she just nodded and maybe – maybe – leaned into him a little. Jaal was alien, half his people wanted to kill her, and she didn’t really blame them – but he was warm, and solid, and he didn’t let go till her tears were done.