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Originally posted by rukiimi

I try my best! Welcome to hell my blog!

I’m your conductor, Skoop. Your neighborhood friendly dude-man with an interest in skeletons, robots and frilly pink shit. Creator of many arts you’ve probably already seen but don’t know it’s Skoop’s and known for very little other than some little ship child of Paperjam and Omni.

Hope you have a good time here! I promise to be a faithful conductor.

The Wedding Planner - Chapter 9

Fandom: OUAT

Pairing: Rumbelle

Rating: T

Summary:  Wedding planner Alan Gold doesn’t have much faith in romance, and little to none in marriage. A chance encounter with sweet librarian Belle French has him almost reconsidering his beliefs until he receives a nasty shock: she’s the bride in the most important wedding of his career.


Chapter 9 - Gold has a bad day.

“Gold, please.” Tina folded her hands in front of her and fixed him with a beguiling, wide-eyed stare.

“I’m a busy man, dearie, and I have my own wedding to take care of.”

“Come on, I know you. You have everything squared away by now, you always do. It’s such a tiny favor! Just go to the courthouse and pick up the license for me!”

“Why, exactly, can’t you go to the courthouse yourself?”

“Because one of my other brides called me yesterday and is freaking out because she just found out her sister is pregnant and she needs to change the bridesmaid dresses but her college roommate refuses to wear empire waistlines and…”

“Oh, for God’s sake, be quiet,” Gold sighed. “I’ll go, a’right?”

“Thank you! You’re the best!” Tina clapped her hands and dashed out of his office, nearly knocking Jefferson to the ground as he came in.

“What’s up with Tinker Bell?” he asked.

“Don’t call me that!”

Jefferson chuckled and closed Gold’s office door. Gold raised his eyebrows. “Something on your mind?”

“I’ve found the perfect location for our shop!”

Our shop? I thought I was running the shop and you were working for me.”

“Semantics.” Jefferson waved a hand. “It’s not far from your house, it’s got plenty of space, and the rent’s more than reasonable. Wanna go see it?”

“Another time. Apparently I have to go to the courthouse and pick up the license for Tina’s wedding.”

“Oooh, yes, I heard about the bridesmaid dress kerfuffle. The bride’s sister is being ridiculous: everyone looks fabulous in empire waistlines.”

“You are, of course, welcome to go and share that viewpoint.”

“Thanks, I prefer to keep my head on my shoulders.” Jefferson leaned against the door. “How are things going with the Lefleur-French wedding?”

“Her gown is almost complete, and all that’s left is for the final payments to be made.”

“I phrased that question badly. How are you doing?”

Gold carefully moved his desk calendar so that it sat flush with the edge of his desk, and then picked up his suit jacket, shaking it once before putting it on and smoothing it down. “Fine.”

Jefferson sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“What? I said I was fine.”

“Yeah, I know.” Jefferson crossed his arms. “I guess I was hoping she would turn out not quite as perfect for you as she seemed.”

“I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“Well, you’ve got to do something…”

“No, I don’t,” Gold snapped, and Jefferson blinked. “I don’t need to talk about it. I don’t need to think about it. I just need to get on with my work and get through the next two weeks without humiliating myself.”

“Okay,” Jefferson said slowly. “I didn’t mean to overstep, I’m sorry.”

“If you’d kindly move away from that door, I have an errand to run.”

Jefferson held up his hands and moved to one side, and Gold pushed past him. The boy was wrong, and so was Neal. Talking about this - whatever it was - was the very last thing he needed. He had two weeks left, and he would be fine.

He hated how often he had to repeat that to himself.

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Aries: “The floods have passed. You stand victorious now, gold medal around your neck. You have conquered and won every required.  Let the flames come roaring home. Let them carry your spirit, because I know you’re tired. Let joy fill you again. The time for war cries have passed, it is now time to sing. Let the flames drape you in warmth and illuminate world. Let them restore all that has been laid to waste. It is the healing era.”

Taurus: “You’ve been at war against change for so long, ironclad in your stubbornness. If only you could see that this time is going to bestow your wings upon you. Preparing for you to take flight; from a caterpillar cemented to the ground, into a stunning butterfly. You just have to be willing to take the leap and enter your chrysalis first. This is no easy feat since there is no instant gratification here. You must put in the effort and persevere. You can do it.”

Gemini: “Time to grow quiet and reflect. You’ve wallowed in naïveté, and played in a childish mindset for too long, my dear. Being loud, screaming and laughing, jumping up and down until the ceilings rattle with joy. It’s time to silently ponder and deliberate carefully; especially in regards to what fate has in mind for you. It may not always be easy, the road may be rough. But hold on. Have faith that it all changes with time.”

Cancer: “I know sometimes the change looks scary, but it’s time to let it come. You already wore the crown and your reign was glorious. Let someone else take the stage, and pass the baton. You aren’t stepping down, just stepping aside. You don’t always have to be the image of sheer perfection. Let yourself fall every once in awhile. Being held up on a pedestal has to get exhausting every once in awhile.”

Leo: “This is it, your shining moment. All eyes on you, watching you light up the room like the sun. Take the risk, step up to the plate and give it your best shot. Aim your arrow and point it true. You cannot miss. Be sure of your steps because you’re heading in the perfect direction for you. We are all cheering you on. Can’t you hear us? We want nothing but the best for you right now.”

Virgo: “The world applauds you for all that you’ve done, but the time has finally come. Lock the door, lay down, close your eyes and breathe. Feel the weight of the world fall off your shoulders.  You do not have to carry the burden of everyone’s sins anymore. You are not responsible for kissing every single scraped knee better, and mending each broken heart. Allow yourself to focus on what you need. You can’t expect to save anyone if you yourself are drowning, my dear.”

Libra: “I know the storm is raging. The thorns sprouting from your blooming roses deprive your buds of the little sunlight they initially had. You’re feeling just as suffocated and trapped right now. Everything around you is a whirlwind of chaos, but don’t let that break you. Stand stronger than the storm pounding against you. Learn to make yourself big, even in the smallest of places.. Purchase some weed cutters; treat yourself to a solution, even if it’s temporary. Have faith in knowing that the storm will pass and the sun will radiate once more.”

Scorpio: “Heed my warning you stubborn child. Listen to me, I’ve been here before. This isn’t criticism or condemnation. It is just firm advice from someone who only wants to see the best in you. Who only wants to watch you succeed. By allowing the red haze of fury to cloud your mind, you surrender your better judgement. Every time you drink the poison you lose another piece of yourself to make room. The pressure builds inside you like a volcano and when you erupt; your pride, and joy will be your only casualties. You’re strong enough to let this shit go so, do it.”

Sagittarius: “Your words drip like venom from your fangs, digging under others skin. I know you think it shouldn’t hurt, but god does it ever. And yet, here you are, a beacon of optimism with a grin plastered on your face. What a beguiling cluster of traits you are. I can’t figure you out, and I suppose I’m not meant to. But if we could find some kind of peace that doesn’t give me anymore scars or leave you any more upset, I would call that a victory.”

Capricorn: “You’ve locked yourself in a tower for so long. Thinking that the only way to stop missing the sun’s warm glow is to never feel it in the first place. Open yourself up again. I know it terrifies you inside. But just because it gets rather cold some nights doesn’t mean the heat isn’t worth it. You can’t survive on your own forever. Eventually you’ll need to reach out. Just know I’m here waiting. Hand outstretched, waiting for your firm grasp.”

Aquarius:  "Time to look forward to a new sunrise. Grab your jacket and let’s go! You have so much to show the world and so much to accomplish. The church bells are ringing for you. Your time has come. They are calling you, coaxing you into glory. Do not be scared, this is the blank page you have been craving for. You just have to take the risk and jump. To push your fears aside, leave them behind. They won’t do you any favors.“

Pisces: “Use your innate strength as fuel for your inner flames and utilize them. You are a goddess and you own that shit! Time to start acting like it. Make these flames dry your tears, make them dance for you beneath the spotlight. Use them as a shield, or a deadly weapon. Make them your tool to carve art onto every inch of your world. Whatever you do, just make it yours. Because, Honey if you can tame the roaring flames within you- you can tame anything”

—  This Week In Astrology (Co-Written by @babygirlastro )
i think it’s time i told you (i’m a fan of your universe) (1/1)

Years after Hawkmoth’s defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a conversation about life, love, and marriage.

Ladybug checked her communicator for the third time that night, and frowned.

The green pawprint blinked idly back at her, resting at a junction between city streets—the same place it had been every other time she’d checked.

They hadn’t arranged to meet up that night. It was her turn for a solo patrol tonight, and there hadn’t been any trouble big enough to make calling for help a necessity. She’d stopped a couple muggings, interrupted a robbery—normal, small things. Nothing that needed an extra pair of hands.

And, sure, they both transformed just for the fun of it sometimes. Sometimes they caught one another out on morning strolls or midnight snack runs or impromptu patrols, but usually those involved moving around.

Chat’s tracker hadn’t moved in the past two hours.

She shouldn’t worry—Hawkmoth had been in jail for the past three years and Chat wasn’t in a bad part of town right now—but…


The green pawprint blinked at her from the same junction, at the same pace, unmoved.

Ladybug abandoned the end of her route and headed downtown.

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why baby gays shouldn’t watch the l word

Hello I have seen a lot of people take interest in The L Word because of the reboot and I am here to tell you *not* to watch it under any circumstances if you’re a baby gay / looking for good wlw representation.

  • The L Word’s non-white representation is basically a joke. Actually that’s putting it nicely. It does have some black characters - Bette and Kit are main characters, Tasha joins in later seasons - and it also spends about five minutes on a storyline on Bette’s mixed race heritage in the first season. 

    But the show also cast Sarah Shahi (who isn’t Latina) as Carmen (who is Mexican) and Janina Gavankar (who also isn’t Latina) as Papi (who is Latina.) Brown women aren’t interchangeable @miss Ilene Chaiken.

  • It’s got biphobia out the wazoo. Alice (another main character) is bisexual but her friends spend way too much time making jokes about her picking a side? In general, her bisexuality is just treated like a joke. If you’re bi, stick caution tape all over The L Word and walk the other way.

  • It’s also incredibly transphobic. The entire Max storyline is so horrid and so offensive I’m lost for words. Like, The L Word aired at a time before being transphobic would have caused a huge firestorm (2008/9 seems like forever ago) but even then it was atrocious for its time. There’s nothing good to say about Max’s coming out storyline, really.

  • Bury Your Gays. As a show with a majority bi / lesbian cast of characters, if The L Word was going to kill anyone then it was always likely to be a bisexual or lesbian character (not that there aren’t a few ugly straight dudes who could have got the chop, mind you.)

    Anyway, I won’t spoil it if you don’t know and for some god forsaken reason you still plan to watch the show after reading this, but it kills off two of its gays. Heartbreaking circumstances that are likely to affect you, especially if you’re a baby gay.

So there you go. Yes The L Word has more bi and lesbian women than any other show! Sometimes it’s extremely funny! it also isn’t afraid to let a lesbian touch a tiddy (all these other shows are Shooketh)!

I watched it when I was first coming out because there was literally nothing else to watch (Emily hadn’t even come out on Pretty Little Liars.) But now there are other, better things you can watch that are much less likely to fuck you up, okay.

Please hmu if you’re a baby gay looking for better rep or if you have better suggestions. I’m sure that we’ve all watched enough shitty wlw content to figure out what’s decent between us. 

Protection Pouches

These little beauties have always worked for me, and actually seemed to keep my mother from being killed or paralyzed by a bad car accident last year, so I have a lot of faith in them.

You’ll need:
🐝 A small square of fabric, or a small sewn pouch if you have one already available.
🐝 The following supplies:
Basil, Cinnamon, Clove, Dill, Mint, Lavender, Rosemary, and Sage.
A small black stone or a small piece of quartz or tiger’s eye
And one black and one white candle.

Spell Work:
🐝 Place the herbs in the fabric square or pouch while invoking earth.
🐝 Light the candles, the white on the left and black on the right. Invoke fire.
🐝 Meditate lightly to dispell negative energy and press positive energy onto the stone(s), which should be held in your hands. Invoke water.
🐝 Extend your aura over the bag while placing the stone in and tying it shut. Visualize a shield of spirit and invoke air.
🐝 at this point, I find that a lot of people like to preform some sort of chant to better embolden and access the forces:
“May whoever keep this charm,
Be protected from every harm,
Cast off all bane and ill,
Upon this wish, I cast my will.”
Invoke spirit (active) during this portion.
🐝 Finally, invoke any patron or matron deity you may worship, follow, or are dedicated to. Then cleanse your circle with a smudge of Sage and you’re done!

*a pentagram configuration is certainly not necessary for this, but for some it does provide ease and structure during the ritual.

Best wishes darlings!

YOI Fan Rec Friday

Sorry this was uploaded so late! I had a long day at work and spent the night at the pride block party! 

Rec’d by @primavitya:
What Now? by shereadsthestars, Mature, 15k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov, Niki to his closest friends- well, closest friend, singular, prefers to keep his nose clean. He’s not the type to hold a strong presence in the room, or even dominate the conversation. He’s quiet, and mindful. And would really just like to finish out the rest of his college career in peace. So it’s no question that his unwavering, slightly over-the-top infatuation with one Yuuri Katsuki is a bit of a problem.

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Rec’d by @fisukisuki:
cubicle gods by counterheist, Teen, 13k (WIP)
An AU about cubicles and the people who work in them.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
You were too much (then all at once you were just enough) by BoredMoose, Teen, 8.3k
You Barged Into My Dorm Room At 4 AM Drunk Off Your Ass And Begged Me To Sleep On The Floor Because You Couldn’t Remember Where Is Your Room!AU

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Rec’d by @vityanikiforova:
he’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds by wingchestr, Explicit, 22k
Viktor and Yuuri move to St. Petersburg and can’t keep their hands off each other.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Dog With A Capital D by BoredMoose, Teen, 2.2k (WIP)
In which Yuuri and Phichit try to smuggle into their dorm and raise a dog named after that cute animal shelter employee that Yuuri may or may not have a crush on.

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Rec’d by @fisukisuki:
take me higher by jinlian, Teen, 13k
Victor stares at Yuuri. He wonders if he looks as confused as he feels; and he already looks at least a bit of a mess with his hair mussed from how he’d carefully styled it, his costume twisted and his jacket unzipped. Yuuri stares back. They’re both trying to find something in each other’s faces, searching and asking without words until one of them provides the answer. “What,” Victor finally demands, “does winning have to do with our getting married?”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
On Bedhead, Bullets, and Bargains by AlexWSpark, Mature, 18k (WIP)
Yuuri (GamerLevelEros) and Victor (GAria_VNikiforov): Gamers, streamers, friends, lovers. Families will unite, love will be spread and, of course, games will be played. But, as their relationship progresses, Yuuri will discover that their time apart carries much more weight that he could’ve ever imagined. 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Heel Sit Stay by neck_romancer, Gen, 5.2k (WIP)
Yuuri gave up a skating career to care for his ailing dog four years ago. Now he’s at the 2016 World Dog Show in Moscow, his faithful partner Vicchan in perfect health. They’re athletes of a different sport now–doggy agility–and they’ve come to defend their titles as reigning champions. For Yuuri, though, it was just a nice way to pass the time. Nothing truly nerve-wracking ever happened at these dog shows. He really should have realized that there was a high chance he’d run into a certain Russian dog lover.

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Rec’d by @funny-little-owl:
This City’s Walls by FunnyLittleOwl, Explicit, 11k
“I like this city’s walls, Yuuri,” Victor faltered, “Because they resemble yours.”
Yuuri turned to look at him.
“I don’t hate them, I don’t resent them,” Victor said, exhausted. “I think they’re beautiful. I only wish you’ve kept me inside them, not out.”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Red As Carnations by v_larr, Teen, 1.5k
“You made flowers grow in my lungs, and although they are beautiful, I can’t breathe.” ~~Unknown

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Our Future Comes First by nagoyadelay, Explicit, 4k
There’s only one downside to being in an established relationship with Yuuri Katsuki - given his incredible stamina, it’s impossible to have a quickie with him. Or so Victor thought, until…

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Silverlight by Mazarin221b, Explicit, 16k (WIP)
After the Grand Prix Finals, Victor takes Yuuri on a vacation to Greece. They need quiet, and privacy, to figure out what happens next.

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Rec’d by @danaanthereal:
The Space Between by Sherya, Teen, 33k
In which years have gone by, and what happens post-post-canon. Where has life led them all? What kind of lives do they have? Now that they are older, what challenges do they face? And can love be found again, once it is lost?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Roommate Trap by impolitecanadian, Mature, 2k (WIP)
Victor doesn’t believe in marriage. So when Chris, his best friend and roommate of 6 years, tells him he’s going to have to move out so he can get married, Victor is reasonably upset. Good thing Victor’s upstairs neighbour is looking for a roommate and maybe a little (okay, a lot) more.

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Rec’d by @chroniccombustion:
yuuri!!! on fire (the superhero au) by hinatella, Teen, 60k (WIP)
A detailed exposé of what working with an ex-villain is like, as told by a very distraught Yuuri Katsuki. (P.S.: it isn’t the fact that he’s an ex-villain that Yuuri is close to losing his mind.)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Courtesan by haganenoheichou (bondageluvr), Mature, 51k (WIP)
Viktor is the most popular Courtesan in Hasetsu House. He is beautiful, he is graceful, he is everything Yuuri has always wanted to be. Except Yuuri is an Untouchable virgin at the age of twenty-three and a universe-class klutz. What happens when Viktor takes an interest?

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Rec’d by @sacchariwrites:
Half a Bowl of Katsudon by Saccha, Gen, 1.4k (WIP)
In which Yuuri Katsuki, Dread God of the dead, abducts Victor Nikiforov, the god of grace and beauty. Except not.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
How to Build a Life by theblindfriend, Teen, 3.1k (WIP)
Yuuri has found excuses his entire life to be alone, but some people will fight to change that.

Thank you for all your recs! ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎

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anonymous asked:

I was thinking about Dean falling in love - apart from any specific person, (hypothetically) what kind of characteristics do you think this person would need to have? How would their realtionship need to progress so that Dean would fall in love? To have a healthy and serious realtionship? There is a lot of meta on why Dean and Cas are perfect for each other, but I didn't find any from this point of view. Love your blog and your meta :)


Dean :

From the start is set up as sublimating, so we have to look deep beyond what he is repressing, we learn little by little who he is and what he wants:

Originally posted by dmitri-mish-ackles

- he’s overcompensatingly straight ergo he will end up with a dude / in a queer relationship of some kind.

- he has no faith ergo he will end up with someone associated with faith.

- he has no self worth ergo he will end up with someone who gives him faith in himself and helps him achieve self worth.

- he does not accept himself as he is, warts and all, ergo he will end up with someone who will know him inside out and love him regardless and tell him so openly.

- he craves love and affection ergo he will end up with someone who will give this to him with no preconceptions that this is unmanly or strange.

- he craves things that are not macho-manly things like disney movies, comfy socks, nesting, cooking, again, he will end up with someone who doesn’t have preconceptions or think these are unmanly or weird.

- he is a hunter of the supernatural, ergo he will end up with someone who is a supernatural being. He doesn’t believe in Angels, then believes they are all dicks, an Angel is pretty much set up as his endgame very early on.

- he needs someone he can be an equal with, who will treat him with love and respect but also take no shit. Someone strong minded yet soft when the time arises.

- He has always given up his life and himself for others, ergo he will end up with someone who gives something huge up for him.


Has always been different, with a chink in his chassis so his endgame is to be himself completely and experience Humanity for himself.

- he needs someone to make him feel like he is important for himself and not as a tool. Someone to think of him as CAS, not an IT.

- he needs someone to make him feel like he belongs as part of a supportive family with no orders and ultimatums but being treated as an equal. Someone to think he is FAMILY.

- he is in love with Humanity and loves watching it, but he wants to experience it.

- he needs someone he can be an equal with, who will treat him with love and respect but also take no shit. Someone strong minded yet soft when the time arises.

- He needs someone to introduce him to all the aspects of Humanity and experience it together, to be his guide, someone who embodies Humanity would be a plus…


Cas is repeatedly said to be in love with Humanity, the Winchester’s love slave, that he always chooses them, it’s usually always focused on Dean. DEAN IS HIS HUMAN WEAKNESS…

Dean is also repeatedly told that he is ‘pretty’ or has queer jokes made about him. He is repeatedly threatened with the fact that Cas doesn’t feel the same way for him, made to believe that he doesn’t deserve love and has learned over the years that love can be a good thing, especially queer love (repeated MoTW queer couples and being told to follow his heart e.g. 11x11,11x16,11x19) or is even baited with Cas because of his love for him (e.g. Naomi, Meg, Amara).

Then we have Kripke’s own comment about Dean’s ideal love interest:

“Dean would be attracted to someone who walked in the door, slaughtered everybody and walked out, then he would say “who’s that?””

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan

I wonder what this could all mean?

Rest Stop Part 3

The nest always felt so empty without Lance. 

Keith knew his wings flickered with the thought. The soft nest of blankets hidden in the corner of the common room was well rounded with seven out of eight of the team cuddled up inside, but without Lance, it felt like there was a desolate spot, a blank filled with grey longing and melancholy. Keith frowned. He wanted Lance to fill that space.  

The others did too. Pidge sat in Shiro’s lap, and Allura leaned against Coran like always, but this time everyone stared at the empty spot next to Keith. The spot Lance would fill.  It was normal, expected even, the cuddle a teammate or family member before they went off to do something dangerous by themselves, like Pidge was going to, but Lance still hadn’t come. Did he still feel unsafe with the team, distrustful and unsure, lacking trust in them to show his wings? He never let them out either. It wasn’t healthy, for Lance or for their relationships. Keith was so surprised when it hadn’t hindered them forming Voltron. Was it like the first time on repeat for Lance, all about survival and having to or die?  

Lance hadn’t come, even after Keith had caught him in the nest after he skipped a preening session. He always skipped, or was pulled away, or was sleeping. Keith was hoping he had reassured the other, at least enough for him to come and have his wings cleaned and cuddle a little. Apparently, he hadn’t. There was no way they weren’t filthy. Was Lance, who loved skincare and being clean, deliberately leaving his wings dirty so he wouldn’t have to show the team, show Keith? Was he really that suspicious and uncomfortable, did he have so little faith in them, even Hunk?  Keith wasn’t sure to be hurt or concerned. 

Deep down, he knew. He was both. 

“Lance, c'mon! we’re going to fly with Pidge before she leaves!" 

He sighs at Hunk’s call. Just how long until they know? 

He pokes his head in the doorway.  

"I want to, but Blue needs some re-wiring. I promised her I’d do it this morning.”

“You could ask Hunk to do it afterwards.” Shiro kept deliberate eye contact. “Blue probably wouldn’t mind an engineer like Hunk fixing her up so you could fly.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind either. Space ships were going to be my career anyway. It’s no trouble, Lance.” Hunk appealed. His arms were crossed reassuringly, and there was a cocktail of emotions on his face. Lance didn’t miss the fleeting glances out the open hangar doors.

“I would, but…” Lance trailed off, eyes sliding away.

Blue’s commanding roar echoed from her hanger.

Thank you.

“The lion has spoken.” He finished, slipping into the hallway, away from the team, away from Shiro’s disappointed-dad frown, Hunk’s sigh and sad eyes, Pidge’s frustrated huff and scuffling feet, from Keith’s melancholy stare and lonely apathy.

I’m sorry.

Holy hell.

Slicing through a sentry, Keith kicked it down to finish it, letting the others coming at him trample it. The rescue mission hadn’t gone as smoothly as hoped - they had had to clear the hallways and send the prisoners into escape pods through the PA system, instead of straight to the castle when the work camp surprised them with a small fleet of jets crowding around the castle. The prisoners had been ejected around the planet, some floating in the water and others on islands. It had been Lance’s idea, and it made something warm like pride tickle Keith’s chest. It was safe, it was sturdy, it was clever. Better than anything else they had come up with.

Now, they had to finish off the connected hangers filled with Galra robots and soliders.

A bright blue laser, a streak through the mundane purple ones, cut past Keith, knocking a solider to the ground. He kept hacking and slashing, sword pulling through cold metal bodies, but a small smile was hidden in his helmet at Lance covering him. The fluidity of them working together always brought Keith home from the battle, from the war he was fighting, from the war he wasn’t fighting alone. From the sharp knives and purple fur and screaming aliens.

Lance never left him alone.

Keith sends three hunks of metal crashing to the floor, wings arched high. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see a sentry lining a shot at his wings. He can see the hand pulling the trigger squeeze. He can see Lance jump over him.

He can see Lance get hit and fall to the floor hard enough to bounce, clutching his arm.

He can see the blood spilling on the floor, not purple blood, not purple, red, red, crimson, scarlet, red, paladin-

The half dozen robots in front of him are done away with a few swift movements, he’s screaming at Shiro and Coran through the coms, and he doesn’t recognize what they’re saying other than “bring him to medical”. Lance is staring in shock at his arm, and then Keith is picking him up. The others materialized from thin air and create an opening that Keith dashes through, and if there’s anything following him, he’s lost it in seconds. Lance is still in shock, but his good arm is gripping Keith. His wings knock the shit out of a sentry when they turn the corner, then the castle is in front of them, and he’s running up the ramp, giving Lance to Coran. He spares a moment to stare at Coran rushing Lance down the hallway, the bright red trail behind them worrying him.

Don’t leave me, Lance.

He spins on his heel, and heads back into battle.

Coran doesn’t waste time inputting the code for the pod to put Lance in the medical suit when he walks in. The pod rises from the floors, cool steam escaping into the room, and he sets the half-conscious paladin inside. Blood loss out in space without human donors is dangerous, Coran had figured that much day one, so he sets the pod to do a full scan and heal as fast as he can.

“Sleep well, Lance.” He nods, locking the pod closed on the boy he sees as a son. Wistfully, he stares at Lance’s sleeping face, before placing a hand on the glass. With a sigh, he pushes off and strides out into the corridor, heading back to help the princess destroy the Galra who hurt his grandchild.



It is extremely gory and Graphic they were not kidding but just touched the surface with the over all story.

its fucking 4. 20ish minute episodes.

The Animation is beautiful and so is the art direction. Not only have I been waiting / dreaming for a Castelevania show to come out since I was in middle school. ( when I played my first game )


IF you do not like Intense gore I understand but spread the word please. I want to see my family become so much more!

Voltron season 1 got 10 episodes ( cause its a kids show ) this only got 4 to test the waters. (Since again I said it is Graphic)


I wont lie I had my doubts half way through but the last episode GIVES ME EXTREME HOPE

Picking each of the Bros at the end to escort Cindy.

(and even though I already posted the “shouldn’t have sent Prompto in” banter during the battle, I stuck it in there again so everything would all be in one place)

Prompto: Who, me? Then I, Prompto Argentum, solemnly swear to protect Lady Cindy with my life!

Cindy: Well, keep an eye out for me, will yah?

Gladio: We shouldn’t have sent him with her.

Ignis: Have a little faith.

Noctis: It may take him a while, but he always comes through in the end.

Gladio: I’m on it. After all, wouldn’t be right of me to let a pretty lady fend for herself out there.

Cindy: Well, keep an eye out for me, will yah? 

Prompto: We can’t keep this up!

Noctis: Not if Gladio and Cindy don’t get their asses in gear!

Ignis: Patience! We only need to hold out a bit longer!

Ignis: As you wish. I’ll take pains to keep her safe.

Cindy: Well, keep an eye out for me, will yah? 

Prompto: I can’t take this much longer!

Gladio: We should have asked Iggy for a plain!

Noctis: I’ve got one: don’t die!


episode six - a murder of gods.

  • ❝ you saved me. thank you. ❞
  • ❝ you already know my name. ❞
  • ❝ what are they ?
  • ❝ oh motherfucker, you never just answer a fucking question
  • ❝ that’s not a question, ___ , a question would be: what do you believe you saw ?
  • ❝ i don’t know what i believe. ❞
  • ❝ it was a warning to me, and a sacrifice to them. ❞
  • ❝ sacrifice ? like –– like what, for –– for a god ?
  • ❝ what’s a god ? can we even know they exist ? people believe things, which means they’re real. that means we know they exist. so what came first ? gods ? or the people who believed in them ?
  • ❝ where was all this before i met you ?
  • ❝ there’s always a window. but people are frightened to look through it. it’s safer in the prison cell. ❞
  • ❝ we’re not safe now. ❞
  • ❝ who are you ?
  • ❝ i believe in some things. ❞
  • ❝ your wife obviously has a temper. not used to getting her way, huh
  • ❝ your dearly departed has departed and i suggest we should do the same. ❞
  • ❝ was she a ghost ? i mean, do you think you saw a ghost ?
  • ❝ you know, you’re not questioning any of this. i’m questioning everything right now. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not so young nor so narrow to assume the dead are dead, and there’s no spectrum or spectral in between. in my experience, the dead that aren’t rarely come back without purpose. ❞
  • ❝ her purpose was to let you go, now get in. ❞
  • ❝ now you’ve seen who’s after us, and you know what they’re capable of. you can hang around here if you want, but i’m getting out of here. ❞
  • ❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car !
  • ❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car
  • ❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞
  • ❝ worse things out tonight than you. ❞
  • ❝ isn’t she lovely ?
  • ❝ i’ve done the math. this times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way i’m gonna get what i need is if you give it to me equals the only way you’re gonna give it to me is if you don’t need it. ❞
  • ❝ like my friend jesus christ, the only thing you need, ___ , is resurrection. ❞
  • ❝ did you just name drop jesus christ like you know a guy who knows a guy ?
  • ❝ i can be very convincing. ❞
  • ❝ is this you being convincing now ? because you suck at it. ❞
  • ❝ i’m trying to convince you to live. real living. not whatever rot living this is. ❞
  • ❝ why don’t you put that on your fucking scales and weigh it
  • ❝ what the fuck are you ? i mean, what the fuck are any of you, but first, tell me, what the fuck are you ? seriously, what the fuck are you ?!
  • ❝ please stop stealing my cab. ❞
  • ❝ i have been traveling in the direction of mecca for days, looking for a jinn. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll tell you where to find a whole murder of gods, demi and otherwise. every god damned one of them. ❞
  • ❝ i know a charm that can lift grief from a grieving heart. ❞
  • ❝ do you know a charm that can stop bleeding ?
  • ❝ i know a charm that can cure sickness and pain and a charm that can turn away the weapons of enemies. i know a charm that can heal with a touch. ❞
  • ❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞
  • ❝ there’s always been a god shaped hole in man’s head. trees were the first to fill it. ❞
  • ❝ mr. wood was the trees, mr. wood was the forest. see, he was a very old god who saw something very new. he saw a god fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. so what did he do ? he sacrificed his trees, he sacrificed his forest, and he became something else. ❞
  • ❝ well, at this stage it’s ‘we’ll see’, or, ‘time will tell’, but if it’ll rest your weary head, then yeah, it’s gone. ❞
  • ❝ religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of fucked up. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not scared of anything anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i’m scared you’re never gonna shut that flapping hole of yours. i’m sitting here having a fucking anxiety attack because i am genuinely terrified that you are never gonna shut the fuck up. ❞
  • ❝ did you kill ___ ? i won’t tell. ❞
  • ❝ my name is ___. or … it was ___. i do not know what my name is now. ❞
  • ❝ i just realized that i’m never gonna see my mother again. i’m never gonna hear her say my name again. i’m never gonna eat her cooking again. ❞
  • ❝ are you dead ?
  • ❝ this is my afterlife, ___. ❞
  • ❝ did you pray for another life
  • ❝ i do not pray to ask god for things. i pray to thank god, for bringing me where i am. to this time, to this place, where i finally know what i must do in this life. ❞
  • ❝ i pray i find ___. he is my afterlife. i knew him. we knew each other. and now i wish to know more. ❞
  • ❝ people will defend the warm safe feeling their america gives them. they will defend it with bullets. ❞
  • ❝ less a funeral than a celebration of a sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ if i know my friend, somebody got tossed into the volcano. ❞
  • ❝ this was a human sacrifice ❞ 
  • ❝ that’s him. head of the crowd. the one they flock to. ❞
  • ❝ please, go in peace. ❞
  • ❝ what rock did you crawl out from under ?
  • ❝ playing a little hide and seek. hiding from the proverbial them, and seeking … you. ❞
  • ❝ i need you to believe in me. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞
  • ❝ we’re at war already, and we’re losing. you, me, all of us. they’re taking honey from our mouths. ❞
  • ❝ i have no use for shame. ❞
  • ❝ it’s easier to pass for the living in the dark, if i felt the need to pass. ❞
  • ❝ your heart’s not beating for this life anymore, ___. this life is done. ❞
  • ❝ that doesn’t obligate him to feel shit. ❞
  • ❝ perhaps i misjudged the kiss. ❞
  • ❝ death do us part, take the fucking hint. he’s gone. your man came, saw you, tasted death on your tongue, and he fucking left. ❞
  • ❝ your kind of love, ___, is the worst kind of love of them all. you can love somebody even when you know they don’t like it. even when you know they don’t want it. ❞
  • ❝ that’s some profound fucking knowledge for you right there, wrapped up in a quaint sexual metaphor. ❞
  • ❝ people do tend to behave if they know they’re being watched. they like being watched. ❞
  • ❝ somebody’s watching. somebody’s always watching. ❞
  • ❝ what did you do to become the god of this little universe that you’ve created ?
  • ❝ you’re no stranger to sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ they don’t sacrifice anymore. not to me. ❞
  • ❝ you could always sacrifice yourself. you’ve done it before. ❞
  • ❝ you ever see a man hanged, ___ ? throat crushed, gasping for life. it’s a terrible way to find your faith. faith doesn’t have to leave the faithful dangling. ❞
  • ❝ you are what you worship. ❞
  • ❝ the power of fire is firepower. ❞
  • ❝ not god, but godlike. and they believe. ❞
  • ❝ god bless the believers. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll make you a blade worthy of a god. ❞
  • ❝ i know who he is, and who he’s always been. i can depend on that. ❞
  • ❝ you’re not here at the moment. you’re distracted. i wonder why. ❞
  • ❝ she’s out in the cold, but … she doesn’t feel it anymore. or maybe … maybe it’s all she feels, now. ❞
  • ❝ they make blood sacrifices to you. ❞
  • ❝ you could use a blood sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ you sold us out. ❞
  • ❝ you saw what i was. i was a story people forgot to remember to tell. and they gave me a gun. they put power back in my hands. and i gotta tell you; it feels good. ❞
  • ❝ i never needed my religion to be moral. ❞
  • ❝ moralizing religions are materialistic ones. they all need their martyrs. ❞
  • ❝ i’m laying down a curse. i’m cursing the whole fucking thing. ❞
  • ❝ god is great. ❞
  • ❝ life is great. ❞

screamingunicorntblr  asked:


using this ask as an opportunity to respond to some people’s opinions about Arnie & Mia without having to answer anything rude :-)

  • No, it’s not awkward that Mia is with Arnie even though he dated her sister. If you think about this logically time-wise, Arnie and Maisie dated for maybe 3 days when they were in the beginning of their teens. Arnie and Mia have been dating ever since. There’s a big difference there. I like to imagine that Maisie and Arnie dated for a couple months when they were like 14. Now they’re all probably in their early twenties.
  • Mia isn’t pregnant (yet) so it’s not a ‘shotgun wedding’
  • Everyone’s out here calling Arnie ‘trash’ and a ‘bad person’ but this is solely because he kissed Mia back that one time. When they were like 14. Realistically, Mia is the problem in that situation. She’s the one out kissing her sister’s boyfriend. And this was years ago. I don’t think any of them are concerned about it anymore. I get that it’s a little sketchy, but it’s a thing of the past! Let it be!
  • Otherwise, Arnie is an all around stand up guy. He comes from a good family, has a good job, has been completely faithful to Mia, and they have a ton in common. And they’ve been together forever! Of the recent Huntley relationships (lookin’ @ u young Teagan + Max) this is most healthy.

Look, I’m just gonna keep playing my game regardless of how people feel about the relationship of someone that isn’t even the heir, but I hope this cleared some stuff up.

p.s. sorry @screamingunicorntblr, you just sent me a great meme and somehow ended up being wrapped up in this, but thanks for (unintentionally) letting me use your ask as a place to ramble. You’re great.