bad guys and lions are better


’ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ’
’ I despise guessing games. ’
’ Oh, goody. ’
’ Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. ’
’ When I’m King, what’ll that make you? ’
’ You’re so weird. ’
’ You have no idea. ’
’ Sing something with a little bounce in it. ’
’ I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts. ’
’ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It’s our motto. ’
’ What’s a motto? ’
’ Nothing. What’s a motto with you? ’
’ Did I miss something? ’
’ Let me out! Let me out! ’
’ Please don’t eat me. ’
’ Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper. ’
’ I can’t go back. What would it prove, anyway?  ’
’ You can’t change the past. ’
’ You said you’d always be there for me! But you’re not. ’
’ It’s because of me. It’s my fault. ’
’ Ahh, so you haven’t told them your little secret. ’
’ It’s not true. Tell me it’s not true. ’
’ No! It was an accident! ’
’ It’s your fault he’s/she’s dead. Do you deny it? ’
’ Then you’re guilty. ’
’ No, I’m not a murderer! ’
’ Friends? I thought he/she said we were the enemy. ’
’ Don’t ever do that again! Carnivores, ugh! ’
’ We’re pals, right? ’
’ I don’t wonder; I know. ’
’ The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. ’
’ I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. ’
’ Fireflies that, uh… got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing. ’
’ Everything the light touches is our kingdom. ’
’ A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. ’
’ What’s happened to you? ’
’ You’re right, I’m not. Now are you satisfied? ’
’ You know you’re starting to sound like my father. ’
’ The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave. ’
’ So where are we really going? ’
’ Right. So how are we going to ditch the dodo? ’
’ It’s a tradition going back generations. ’
’ Well, when I’m king, that’ll be the first thing to go. ’
’ Well, in that case, you’re fired. ’
’ Nice try, but only the king can do that. ’
’ Your Majesty. I gravel at your feet. ’
’ Why do I always have to save your… Ahhh! ’
’ I know what I have to do. ’
’ Temper, temper. ’
’ I’ve been running from it for so long. ’
’ Ow! Jeez, what was that for? ’
’ It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. ’
’ Oh yes, the past can hurt. ’
’ But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. ’
’ You see? So what are you going to do? ’
’ First, I’m gonna take your stick. ’
’ Good! Go on! Get out of here! ’
’ So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. ’
’ Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me. ’
’ I wouldn’t dream of challenging you. ’
’ Is that a challenge? ’
’ I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool. ’
’ There’s one in every family sire. Two in mine, actually. ’
’ Pinned you again. ’
’ What’s going on? ’
’ Oh, dear, I’ve said too much! ’
’ Well, I’m brave. What’s out there? ’
’ All the more reason for me to be protective. ’
’ Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later. ’
’ Just promise me you’ll never visit that dreadful place! ’
’ You run along now and have fun. ’
’ I wonder if its brains are still in there? ’
’ Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha! ’
’ Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? ’
’ Puh. You can’t do anything to me. ’
’ Oh, my, my, my. Look at the sun. It’s time to go! ’
’ Hey! Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size? ’
’ I’m very disappointed in you. ’
’ You could have been killed! ’
’ You deliberately disobeyed me! ’
’ I was just trying to be brave like you. ’
’ I’m only brave when I have to be. ’
’ Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. ’
’ Whoah. I guess even kings get scared, huh? ’
’ But you’re not scared of anything. ’
’ We were afraid it was somebody important. ’
’ Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder. ’
’ Yeah, be prepared! We’ll be prepared… for what? ’
’ Long live the king! Long live the king! ’
’ If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it? ’
’ If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised. ’
’ You are such a naughty boy/girl! ’
’ You hear that? If you ever come back, we’ll kill ya! ’
’ So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. ’
’ That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. ’
’ You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. ’
’ Ah, you’re an outcast! That’s great. So are we. ’
’ I’m telling you, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities… ’
’ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ’
’ Come on, I just heard about this great place. ’
’ I’m surrounded by idiots. ’
’ I’m kinda in the middle of a bath. ’
’ So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb. ’
’ I’ll show you when we get there. ’
’ The waterhole? What’s so great about the waterhole? ’
’ You’re the king? And you never told us? ’
’ You don’t even know what I’ve been through! ’
’ I finally got some sense knocked into me. ’
’ Please have mercy, I beg you. ’
’ You don’t deserve to live. ’
’ Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie. ’
’ This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. ’
’ I’ll make it up to you, I promise. ’
’ You got to put your past behind you. ’
’ When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. ’
’ Bad things happen, and you can’t do anything about it. ’
’ There’s more to being a king than getting your way all the time. ’
’ I’m so hungry I could eat a whole zebra. ’
’ Listen kid: if you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us. ’
’ Come on, will you cut it out? ’
’ I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure. ’
’ What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? ’
’ I’m not the one who’s confused. ’
’ You don’t even know who you are! ’
’ This is just the way your father looked before he died. ’
’ So what’s the plan for getting past those guys? ’
’ No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain! ’
’ Where is your hunting party? They’re not doing their job. ’
’ Then you have sentenced us to death! ’
’ Well, it sure is a surprise to see you… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It means “no worries”. ’
’ These are rare delicacies. ’
’ You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. ’
’ You are more than what you have become. ’
’ How can I go back? I’m not who I used to be. ’
’ Will you stop following me? Who are you? ’
’ What’s going on here? Who’s the monkey? ’
By who do the zodiac signs fall in love (girl version)

Aries: With that tall and sexy guy who reads books about life in the back of the library, with glasses and black T-shirt

Taurus: With that fuckboy with beautiful eyes and hair , who loves his family but it’s a proud jerk without emotions

Gemini: With that guy that she always speaks online/ with the mind of that guy, with that jerk she has known for a life time but he changed his way of thinking

Cancer: With that athletic blonde guy that has a thing for poetry, who loves kids and is a fan of Santa Claus, that has a strange personality

Leo: With that “old” and good looking guy with money and a big heart that loves ABBA and books and wants a happy life but too scared to open up

Virgo: With that smart guy in the back of the class who knows all the answers but keeps all the secrets, that guy with freckles and a big smile but with cold hands

Libra: With that tall and innocent guy that has a heart made of gold and bright eyes , who can read you like a book and can give u the best hugs

Scorpio: With that popular guy with a lot of girlfriends and no fucks, who loves art and has a room full of paintings and secrets

Sagittarius: With that bad guy with a motorcycle and money that has a problem with opening up , always angry and has insomnia

Capricorn: With that smart ass but with a bad habit like smoking or drinking who work at night and sleeps all day , that guy who reads romantic books

Aquarius: With that sad guy with a broken family and heart that screams for love but he is so beautiful that u can’t avoid him, that guy that believes in God and can make u a better person

Pisces: With that sensible and special guy that sleeps all day in class and nobody knows a thing about him, that small guy with a lion heart and hands of a worrier

anonymous asked:

Hey I don't care if you like the idea of autistic keith, I kinda to too but I was wondering if you could tell me how he is autistic? Symptoms that he is autistic? So that maybe I can try and understand it more (nobody is giving me a serious answer so can you please?)

  • he doesn’t understand jokes or certain social norms (”Vol…tron?”)
  • he sleeps in his clothes
  • he loves hippos (special interest)
  • he clings to a certain object as a source of comfort and identity (the knife)
  • he drinks the juice in a certain way I and a lot of other autistic people drink things (it’s not tongue protrusion but it’s something similar?)
  • he’s a loner and doesn’t typically get along well with other people
  • “Shiro’s the only one who never gave up on me” ie Shiro is the only one who understood his needs and was tolerant of his behavior
  • obsession and hyperfixation (his conspiracy wall at his shack in the desert)
  • got kicked out of school due to a disciplinary issue despite being a prodigy
  • he does a lot of things on a whim without thinking them through and without regard for consequences (it’s the entire thing behind how he was chosen for the Red Lion)
  • touch repulsion (depends on the person though, and he is getting better at it with time)
  • he tried to comfort Lance by implying he was bad at math
  • “we had a bonding moment! I cradled you in my arms!” (basically “that was a very personal thing for me and that’s typically something people do when they are very close therefore I don’t understand why we’re not friends now”)
  • high pain tolerance like when he was getting beat up by the Marmora guys and kept saying “no I’ll keep going”
  • extremely stubborn
  • I could go on and on

anonymous asked:

It's classic movie night at the theater I work at, and people dress up. Several bad guys just showed up. Harley is Dorothy, Catwoman is the Cowardly Lion, Mr. Freeze is the Tin Man. But... Joker is dressed as the Scarecrow. I just... I think I'm offended. #OnlyInGotham UPDATE: Actual Scarecrow just showed up. He's dressed as the clown from It. I feel better now. I think. UPDATE: Riddler's crying in a corner.

Things I very much enjoy about season 3 at first glance


- AND the Galra are purists so they have been hated by the public for a long time… Don’t you love it when tv shows translate over to the general state of the world?

- “hEy MaN”

- Lance is upset about the lion change and how it happens (don’t worry I won’t spoil much) but he transitions well and deals with it better than Keith

- Lotor is super fuckin smart and even though he’s a bad guy he’s reeeally good at what he does

- I mean seriously. He’s baaaad, but he’s goooooooooood.


- Even though Allura is usually in control about a lot of things the only thing that allows her to take control of Blue is to admit she’s a little unsure and have some humility, something she isn’t usually allowed to do as the commander of Voltron and that’s really special

- Lance starts to think he’s the goofball of the team instead of the sharpshooter as stated by basically everyone and it’s really sad but I’m glad they’ve improved his character from being the 2D dumbass from season 2


- *cough* sven *cough*

And this is just the heavily sleep deprived, forced to bed after episode 4 list. Just wait until I’ve rewatched it 5 times and come up with all of the pros and cons of the new series.



I’ve been asked several times what I think about The Lion Guard. I have to admit that I got curious and, despite my old-ass age and despite it being a cartoon airing on Disney Junior, I watched the whole season. My opinions are a bit conflicting, so it’s better if I explain myself in terms of pros and cons.

Pros: first of all, I loved the design. All of it. Characters and sceneries. Ah, the good old 1990s 2D animation! Of course, the quality doesn’t reach that of the original movie, but nonetheless the background paintings and character design were great – we know, after all, that when it comes to character design Disney is the best. The voice acting was great, too! Then, what a lovely bunch of bad guys! I liked how Janja wears his spiky mane backwards like a true gangster, I liked how Cheezi bears an amazing resemblance to Ed, I liked the jackal couple, the cunning committee of vultures… And, not surprisingly, the villains songs are the best. And then, Jasiri! I think she’s the best character in the show so far. Her design is beautiful, her tough and mocking attitude balanced by her good heart make her downright adorable, and the message she carries (Sisi Ni Sawa) is one of the most important things to preach to children. Also, I thought that making up the Guard with different animals was not a bad idea in this sense. Another thing I appreciated was the accuracy as far as the animals’ behavior is concerned (the aardwolves being shy and nocturnal termite-eaters, the honey badger being a little pest and his immunity to snake venom, the zebras being the predators’ favorite dish, the cheetah’s strong sense of independence, etc.), and the fairly more significant presence of other species than what was shown in The Lion King movies and in the Timon & Pumbaa TV show: I found all this potentially edifying for kids, and I hope the producers and writers will continue on this line. Last but not least, I loved the usage of that awesome language that is Swahili: maybe the catchphrases were a bit too much repetitive, but surely the choice of names was damn clever.

Cons: “After all, hyenas are scavengers…” Again. We know it’s not always true; actually, accredited research has shown that this behavior is most of the time attributable to lions. Speaking of hyenas and their enduring bad image in the human mind, it’s shocking how this cartoon criminalizes this species. Okay, it’s a cartoon and bad guys are needed and who better than hyenas, jackals, and vultures if the protagonist is a lion? I get that. But the blind, senseless racism against these species, no. That, I don’t like. Despite the sporadic positive messages like Jasiri’s, the selective racism – or classism is predominant and it is also expressed in the settings: the sunny, luxuriant Pridelands versus the barren, dark, creepy Outlands; the beauty and wealth are reserved to ‘good’ animals, while the ‘bad’ ones (the POOR, the STARVING) are exiled in the ghetto without any clear reason. The song from the pilot, “Tonight We Strike!”, is about a fair rebellion of the outcasts against the privileged Pridelanders, yet it is represented as a vicious, despicable act, without specifying the fact that who is excluded from the sharing creates chaos as a natural reaction. In the same way, that ridiculous Kupatana thing was nothing else than a pathetic, fake pietism towards the outcasts. This leads me to the question of the Circle of Life, which is rightly depicted as the natural balance for survival and preservation of life; but the Guard also has a fanatical attitude towards it, as if it were a goddamn Reich! Like, “You, filthy hyena, you’re ugly and evil, no I don’t care that you have to eat and survive as well, you don’t respect the Circle of Life so you’re out!”, and “You, beautiful zebra, you’re every carnivore’s yummiest dream, I can save you from the hyenas and you can live in the Pridelands, and no don’t worry about me getting hungry and chewing up your stripy ass, it’s the Circle of Life!” To quote Fuli, see what I mean? I know, I’m almost 30, I have an education that has given me the skills to read between the lines, and all this may sound like a bunch of philosophical details kids will never catch. Maybe. But some of these ideas should be rethought, because kids do acknowledge the message, at least subconsciously! Never underestimate the kids’ powers of reception, guys. They notice everything. Their little minds are huge containers and their memory is fresh and amazing. We don’t want wrong stuff to get to them, do we?

That would be all. This is not the first time Disney subtly expresses such ideologies, after all. Anyway, as a cartoon freak and artist, I’ll gladly watch the next season. I think I’ll watch cartoons as long as I’m alive.

Day 3:Farewell

Written for my good friend @iceberg-rose 

But I think @jaspurrlock will like it too.

As soon as the door slides shut behind him, and the bright light from the hallway disappears, Shiro slumps against the wall, as if the only thing keeping him upright was the possibility that someone might see him fall on the hall security cameras the following day. Lance is still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and the quietness and dim lighting of his room are threatening to pull him back into the clutches of sleep.

“So what’s got you running to my room at,” He glances over at the clock on his bedside, which displays both Altean time and Earth time, courtesy of Pidge. “At 3 a.m.? Are you having nightmares again?”

Shiro shakes his head.

Good. It’d be awkward trying to help him with that now, especially since Keith’s been handling all of his PTSD symptoms ever since the two of them broke up.

“Then what? Cause if you’re just here to discuss beauty products or something, I’d really rather postpone-”

“I shouldn’t have left you.” Shiro says, his voice quiet and small. His gaze is focused on the lion slippers by the foot of his bed, as if he’s talking to them instead of Lance.

Lance knows Shiro well enough to know his nervous tics, and it’s as plain as day by the way he refuses to look up, and the lack of volume in his voice that he is. From Lance’s standpoint, this isn’t new news. They hadn’t broken up because of a lack of passion on either side, or because of a fight, or because it was better for Voltron. It was simply because from a logistical standpoint, Keith was the better choice, as always.

“Well, you did.” Lance replies stupidly. What else is he supposed to say? If there was ever a chance of them getting back together, that would’ve been in the first two weeks after, when Keith kept asking the two of them if they still had feelings for each other (they did), and if they’d prefer to pretend that this whole break-up for PR thing never happened before he caught feelings for Shiro too (Lance did).

Shiro sighs, long and heavy, like he’s got the world sitting on his shoulders. “I made a mistake, Lance. You know how hard it is for me to admit something like that.”

And Lance does. They’d only ever fought a couple of times, and each time, Lance would admit to his mistakes before Shiro did. He hated the wait more than anything, and really hated having to pretend he was the bad guy, even when he wasn’t, but he’d learned quickly that Shiro was never the kind of guy to admit his wrongs first; he was sure of himself, confident, because that was what being the pilot for the black lion entailed.

“If I recall correctly,” Lance says, and he knows he does. “You told me that our relationship was a mistake. Keith was supposed to be better for you, better for our cause.” He says the last word like a sneeze.

Shiro crosses his arms, his dull nails digging into his bicep above his prosthetic. “None of that has changed, I just-”

“You just what?” Lance takes a few angry steps towards him, his gaze unflinching and unrelenting. If he’s not here to apologize, or take back his words, then why is he here? Why couldn’t this wait for the light of day, when Lance can actually think clearly? “What’s the point in giving me false hope when you know that I’ve just gotten over you?”

Shiro snorts darkly, and shakes his head. “We both know that’s a lie. Do you think that just because we stopped doing the mind melds together, the bond is gone? It’s not. I’ve gotten glimpses. I’ve seen things. And you are not over me.”

Lance’s face flushes at being called out. He’d thought it wasn’t so obvious. He’d assumed that he’d hid it well. Obviously, he was wrong. “Whatever. Get to the point or get out. I’ve got Z’s to catch.”

Shiro sighs again and kneels in front of him. He raises his hands together like he’s praying, and although his mouth is skewed into a frown, his eyes show his sincerity. “I’m begging you, Lance. I’m literally on my knees right now.”

“I see that.” Lance says humorlessly. “But what are you begging for?”

“One more night.” He says. “It’s all fucked up now and it’s all my fault. All I want. All I need is one more night, with you.”

“One more night.” Lance echoes. Shiro’s never begged him for anything, although it’s true that he’s never had to. Anything he wanted, Lance would freely give. It’s strange seeing Shiro on his knees. It’s stranger still what he’s asking. “You want to have sex with me one more time.”

“Yes.” Shiro confirms, still on his knees in front of him.

Lance taps his thigh. “But that would be cheating. My mother didn’t raise a cheater.” His voice is uncertain. She hadn’t raised a queer son either, but here he was.

“Is it really cheating if it’s just one time? It’s really like a farewell. We never got one last time before, did we?” Shiro offers, as if his excuses will erase Lance’s moral objections.

But really, they hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye. Lance and Pidge had been off on a mission together, and Shiro and Keith had been off doing some sort of meeting with the Blade of Marmora, and when they’d all returned to the castle, Keith and Shiro had been holding hands, and suddenly they were over.

Most couples at least got to have a final fuck, knowing that they were gonna be over soon, or at the very least, had one to look back on fondly. It was only supposed to be once. One time can be apologized for. One time can be forgotten. One time can be easily hidden, brushed under the rug like any old secret.

Lance relents.

Shiro knows it too. He can read Lance just as easily as Lance can read him, can tell by the way his shoulders slump, and his tapping halts mid-beat, that Lance has given in.

“Fine.” Lance says as he walks by him, locking both of the locks on his door, and stuffing a towel against the crack under the door. “One last time. No more after this, no matter what you say. Not even if you break up with Keith. Deal?”

Shiro stands, and grins, as if he’d known Lance would give in from the beginning. Maybe he did. “Okay. Okay. Yes.” He unzips his vest and tugs it off, dropping it beside him.  “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

“Yes.” Lance breathes as he crosses the short distance between. His hands reach up for his hair automatically, tugs him down until their kisses meet messily. It’s strange how easy it is to let himself fall back into old habits, how easily it is to let himself melt into the grasp of the man who’s hurt him so much. “We can pretend, can’t we? That we don’t know that this is it?”

“Of course we can, Lan-” Lance interrupts him with another kiss that trails from mouth to neck to mouth again without once breaking stride. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“You’re the one who came knocking in the middle of the night.” He points out as he shrugs his housecoat away. He tries to pull off his shirt without pulling away, but hits Shiro as he tugs it over his head. He gets tangled, and Shiro steps back with a chuckle as he helps remove it.

“Mid-morning actually.” He corrects. The shirt falls to the ground, slightly ripped in the collar from their excessive efforts. “But your point stands.”

They come together again, backing up towards the bed. Lance is rutting against him already, biting back the moans that threaten to escape from his throat. When Lance falls onto his back, nearly crushing his headphones laying beside him, he has such a disappointed look on his face that Shiro actually laughs. He brushes them aside as Shiro presses a kiss to his puffy nipple, and encloses it in his mouth. Lance tries to stifle his moans, and whimpers and tiny, embarrassing sex noises, but they’ve played this game before, and Shiro refuses to pull away until a moan befit for a porno escapes Lance’s mouth.

He pulls away grinning, and drops down beside him, making the bed shake. “I could smell the lube when I came in, so I’m assuming you’re already nice and stretched out for me, aren’t you?”

Lance looks away, embarrassed. He’d done his best to get rid of the smell, but after spilling half of the tube in the sheets, there wasn’t really much he could do. “Maybe.”

Shiro turns his face with a single finger, and kisses him again. Lance can taste his strawberry toothpaste on his tongue, and a hint of something harsher, like alcohol. It could be mouthwash, he tries to convince himself, it could be something that innocuous. Lance pulls away and wipes the spit away from his mouth.

“Are you drunk?” He asks quietly. If this was all some drunken mistake, wouldn’t that mean that Lance had taken advantage of Shiro? Won’t he see it that way when he wakes up the next morning, the taste of regret lingering in his morning breath?

“‘M buzzed.” Shiro replies, pushing Lance against the bed. He tugs his boxers down with clumsy fingers. “I know what I’m doing, don’t worry.”

So Lance tries not to. Shiro strokes a finger against his puckered hole and then plunges three fingers in, curling them so that he hits his prostate with every thrust. Shiro’s done this so many times, has mapped out every inch of Lance’s body with photographic accuracy, that he knows just how to shut him up without saying anything at all. His back arches up with each thrust, leaving an infinity between his back and the bed underneath.

Again and again, he hits it. Alternating between kissing him, tweaking his nipples and making hickies on his lower neck, where his jacket’s hood will hide it come morning, he drags Lance closer and closer to coming. Lance doesn’t do much more than arch and gasp and cry out in strangled little noises, but Shiro whispers praises in his ear nonetheless.

“Good boy.” He says as Lance’s nails dig into his back, and that’s all Lance needs to come, making a mess of Shiro’s black shirt. “So good for me.” Shiro sits up and shifts to sit beside him as he recovers. He’s grinning, like he’s accomplished something great. Like he isn’t cheating on his boyfriend.

Lance sits up as soon as he’s able and tugs Shiro’s shirt away. “I can be a bad boy too.” He says, somehow managing a straight face, even though he feels like an actor in one of those shitty pornos he’s got downloaded on his phone. He pushes against Shiro’s chest, and he falls back with a surprised little ‘oof’, as if Lance really has the strength to knock him down on his own. “How ‘bout you just enjoy the rest of the ride?”

Shiro tries not to laugh at his horribly cliche delivery, and fails horribly. His laughter rocks his entire body, and Lance too as he unzips his pants and pulls him free with shaking fingers. Are they shaking because he’s excited? Or because beneath all of that, he feels guilt at doing this with Keith just one room over? He lowers himself onto Shiro carefully, unneededly so, as he’s already stretched out and gaping. As he bottoms out, he places his hands on Shiro’s hips, and they stop shaking. He grinds, lifts, rises and falls, finding a steady rhythm in the pace of Shiro’s breaths and grunts. The cresting waves rise higher inside of him as Shiro puts his hands on his waist, bucking up to press even deeper inside of him every time that Lance falls.

Shiro comes first, pulling Lance down against him with enough force to leave indents in his skin when he releases his grip. That final thrust pushes him over the edge, and he comes, loud and vibrant in the stillness of the room. The waves of pleasure washes over him like an eighteen-wheeler, and by the time they recede, the lights are starting to brighten in his room, simulating the rising sun.

Lance lifts himself off of Shiro stiffly and rolls onto the bed beside him, his legs dangling off of the side. “Could I get you a coffee before you go?”

Shiro laughs, but it dies out quickly. With a sigh, he lifts himself off of the bed, and picks his pants up off of the floor. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Your shirt’s over there.” Lance says, pointing. He doesn’t want to confront what this actually is. If he treats it like a joke, pretends that he’s not going to be looking at Keith with distaste and annoyance for the rest of the week, then maybe it won’t hurt so bad when Shiro leaves. “Have fun on your walk of shame.”

Shiro rolls his eyes. He knows what Lance is doing just as much as he does. “It doesn’t count if no one sees.”

He presses a simple kiss to Lance’s forehead before he leaves, and then he’s gone, leaving Lance in a room that reeks of sex, and with a heavy stone of guilt resting in the bottom of his stomach. He cheated with Shiro. Shiro cheated on Keith. Shiro started it. It was just a goodbye.

These facts, which he’d hoped would comfort him, do nothing but make him feel like a homewrecker. The worst part is, now he can’t even deny that he’s still in love with Shiro. If Keith decides to ask again, he’ll see it in his eyes and the line of his mouth, that yes, he does still love him, and that yes, he does envy him the relationship that was stolen from him.

With a sigh, he rips the sheets off of his bed and throws them into the hamper. He’d known that Shiro wouldn’t stay and fall asleep with him after this, but it still hurts, knowing that he’s gonna be alone once more. Somehow, it seems even worse than before; it’s almost like he’s been broken up with twice.

anonymous asked:

Shiro imagine where Y/N has been with the team from the start (like helping Allura and Coran with piloting the castle and providing any needed support for the team) and cute fluff or angst moments

A/N: Oh that is brilliant. Let me try… 

“Hey (Name),” Lance called over the room. He was suppose to be in training to form Voltron but he saw you and took this opportunity to flirt the medic. The young and trained medic from the Garrison. 

“Yes?” (Name) looked up from her screen. “What is it, Lance?” 

Lance smirked and stride towards her. “Well, I need your help to heal my knee. It’s hurting me when I walk. Could you patch me up?” 

- Somewhere in the castle - 

“Have anyone seen Lance?” Pidge spoke up. They were in their Lions, getting ready to form Voltron. 

“Well, he was here… for a second ago…” Hunk added. 

Shiro has a bad feeling about (Name). He got out from his Lion. “I’ll get him.” And started to walk to the healing bay. To where (Name) are. “You guys, get a head start.” 

“Right.” Keith comply to Shiro’s orders. The Red Lion run outside, followed by the Green and Yellow Lion. 

- Back to you - 

Lance sat on a nearby chair, trying to hide his smirk. As for (Name), she was getting her materials to treat Lance’s bruised knee. “Tell me once more. Which one, again?” She sat next to Lance, prepared to treat it. 

“Doc, I think it might be this one.” Lance propped his knee onto her lap. “It hurts so bad!” He whined. 

“O..kay, I see what I can do.” (Name) raised an eyebrow to the Blue Paladin. As she took off Lance’s armour, the door opened, making Lance to gulp. 

“H-hey, Shiro.” Lance was caught red handed. “Whatcha… Whatcha’ doing here?” He gave Shiro a nervous smile. He saw Shiro’s menacing gaze and it was landing onto his knee. Lance quickly put away his knee from your lap. 

“Get back to your Lion.” Shiro spoke up. Sending chills to Lance, except (Name). “ASAP.” 

Lance got up and dash away from (Name), the Healing bay, and Shiro. Once Lance was out of the picture, Shiro released a sigh. “That guy…” 

(Name) giggled. “Leave him alone, Takahashi. Aren’t you suppose to be at your Lion?” 

“I was until a Blue Paladin got out from my sights and went to you.” Shiro leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms in the process. 

(Name) shook her head. “You better go, Takahashi.” 

“Make me.” Shiro challenged her. 

“You asked for it.” (Name) put away her materials. She tied her hair into a ponytail and walked towards Shiro. With each step she took, Shiro’s mind was screaming; this is a bad idea. Abort. Abort. Go back to your Lion, Paladin. 

Last step, (Name) was standing close to Shiro. His was in his armour, not in his casual clothes. She placed both hands onto his helmet and pull it away. To reveal his face and himself. “Hello there.” She smiled at him. 

“Hello-” He was silenced with a kiss. A sweet and subtle kiss. He slowly leaned away from the doorway to let his arm to wrap around your waist and the other to place behind your head. He closed his eyes and try to deepen the kiss. 

“Ahem.” Coran’s voice spilt the couple from their shared kiss. 

“Uh, hi Coran.” Shiro nervously laugh, trying to make the situation not awkward or anything. 

“Paladin, I suggest you return to your Lion. Your team needs you to from Voltron. You are the head, not the hands or the legs.” Coran looked at you. “As for you, young lady. The Princess request for your attention. Meet her at her room.” With that, Coran turn around and walked away. 

“That was… something,” (Name)’s arms were still around his neck. 

“Yeah…” Shiro agreed. He gave one last kiss to (Name) before releasing her. “I’ll meet you at dinner.” She return his helmet back.

“Sure thing, Takahashi.” She took her bag and walked to Princess Allura’s room. Shiro saw her walking away, the opposite direction of where he was going. Once she was gone, Shiro turn around to go where he came from. He put on his helmet and enter his Lion. 

“Alright guys, let’s from Volton.” He said over the comms. 

“YEAH!” They reply back in unison. 

I just had the WEIRDEST dream about Voltron. I was lying in bed when the Voltron crew released sneak peeks for season 3. I was so excited you have no idea how disappointed I was when I woke up. It just felt so real.

Anyways, here’s a list of all the weird sneak peaks I seen:

•I seen Lance’s father singing to Lance’s mother about how he wished he could see her.
•I seen a beat up Hunk being forced into the mouth of the yellow lion.
  •He didn’t have any armor on though which I found weird.
  •And oh my god, his face was so sad it makes my heart hurt just picturing the image..
•Hunk named his lion something. I can’t remember, but it started with a P.
  •Also Hunks lion talked.
  •I can’t remember what he said either.
•I seen Lance and Hunks lions form together.
•I seen Lance half naked and handcuffed. He fell to the floor after being tranquilized, then a Galra soldier proceeded to drag him in a back room.
•I seen team Voltron playing in an ocean, only for Lance and Allura to get swallowed up by the waves.
•I seen young paladins, they had to be about 6, standing in front of a mannequin head. Allura spoke, “Use whatever method you want to destroy the dummy.”
  •Pidge shot peas at it with a slingshot.
  •Hunk punched it straight in the face.
  •Keith cut it to bits.
  •Lance spoke, “I’d rather just shoot it.” Then shot perfectly between both eyes.
  •Shiro wasn’t there.
  •Allura began to explain that they all faced the same challenge, but they all have different strengths and ideas on how to beat it. I found this part of my dream very interesting.
•I seen Hunk, dressed in pajamas, sprinting down a dark hallway. He reached a door at the end which was opened a crack. Peering inside, there were three Galra soldiers. They spoke,
“We’ve found the location of the black lion.”
“Yes, but we can’t trust it until we hear the testimony from someone who’s seen it.”
  •That someone was Shay
  •I didn’t get to hear her testimony. Or whatever that means. Maybe Galras have a court system.
•I seen the paladins worn out after a battle, beat up pretty bad. Keith then came to a realization. He spoke,
“Guys, I know how we can work better as a team. Not only that, but not suck as well. We have to stop focusing on one lion, but every lion. Stop thinking about how one lion feels, but the whole thing as one.”
  •And then I woke up.

I have no idea what any of this means, but I knew I had to write this down because I’d never remember any of it. Do what you will with this information.

Which Character Should You Fight: Starmyu Edition (2.0?)
  • Hoshitani Yuuta: Why would you fight him? ... Then again, try it. He'll make you reconsider your decision and you'll become best buddies and sing a duet together. That's Miracle Hoshitani for you.
  • Nayuki Tooru: Why, though? He's so sweet! Then again, he's not exactly sane and could stab you with a kitchen knife if he feels threatened. Don't.
  • Tsukigami Kaito: You'd probably have a good chance against this nerd, but then all of his brother's friends and fans would skin you alive. Better not.
  • Tengenji Kakeru: The thing about friends and fans is still valid, except the guy can kick your ass himself. But do it. It'll be fun, you boor.
  • Kuga Shuu: Dude was a delinquent in middle school and won bloody fights against groups of people of unspecified numbers. Do you value your life? If so, don't fight Kuga Shuu.
  • Tatsumi Rui: If you're thinking about fighting Princess Rui, you're a terrible person and I hope the rest of Ayanagi Academy kicks your ass. Don't fight him. He's a sweet child.
  • Sawatari Eigo: Yeah, you could win a fight against him. But if he's without his glasses, it's an unfair advantage you got, and if he's with his glasses, you're an uneducated prick for hitting someone with glasses. Either way, you lose the moral ground here.
  • Ugawa Akira: Go ahead. He has grown as a character, but it'll still be fun to see you having your ass kicked by a 160cm guy.
  • Toraishi Izumi: He survived years of being Kuga Shuu's best friend. it means he'll either kick your ass, or you'll end up making out. Well, try it out. Unless you ain't into guys, that is.
  • Inumine Seishirou: That would be like kicking a literal puppy. Don't. (Also, both Ugawa and Toraishi would kick your ass.)
  • Ageha Riku: Only fight this nerd if he's in his pre-"got told by Tsukigami Haruto" phase. After that phase, though, please leave him alone. He has suffered enough.
  • Hachiya Sou: Remember the glasses thing? Besides, you don't need to fight him. He'll trip on his own step and punch himself on the face. Poor thing. Please let him be. He's already fighting hard fights.
  • Kitahara Ren: PLEASE FOR EVERYTHING THAT'S SACRED FIGHT HIM. He deserves a punch. Maybe ten. He'll probably destroy you and call you "guilty" afterwards, but well damn worth a try. Of course, it could bckfire and he could fall in love with you, but you'd feel a cathartic release for having beaten the guy. "Yuuzai janai" or whatever.
  • Nanjou Kouki: You can go ahead, but I'll have to warn you he'll get off on being beaten and you two will probably end this fight on his bed, with his sleeping satisfied smile and your very confused look as to what the heck just happened.
  • Ootori Itsuki: Please fight him. Dude needs some fun in his life and maybe that's just what he needs to have fun. Give the guy some fun. He'll probably thank you later.
  • Hiiragi Tsubasa: What have I said about hitting people who use glasses? Besides, he could get you suspended or expelled, even if you don't study at Ayanagi. Don't.
  • Akatsuki Kyouji: Please do it. He still kinda deserves it. Okay, just a little bit, but...
  • Christian Lion Yuzuriha: Dunno, man. Dude looks dangerous. You know, never trust the girly dudes to be bad at fighting. Last time someone underestimated a girly guy, he punched a nerd square on the face. Dude got knocked out cold.
  • Tsukigami Haruto: Unless you want to be eaten alive by his fans, better not. Even if he kinda deserves it.
  • Uozumi Asaki: He's gonna accept the challenge. And even if he loses, he'll be thankful that at least he got to blow away some steam. You'd be doing him a favor.
  • Futaba Taiga: He's a ray of sunshine! Why would you? But sure! You know he'll probably give you a swift beating all while smiling, but go for it!
  • Saotome Ritsu: What did I say about trying to fight pretty boys? Even more if they have pink hair! He's gonna destroy you so hard, not even your parents will remember your existence. You'll be erased from reality by a pink haired pretty boy.
  • Nayuki Yuki: Nope. Better not. She's gonna kick your butt. And if you're a grown-up, you don't wanna lose to a 13 years old girl now, do you?
  • Nayuki Tsumugi: Beware the quiet ones. Even worse than her twin. Better leave her alone, too.
  • Tavian: She's a cute little cat. You monster. I hope she scratches your face and Tengenji kicks your unmentionables for even thinking about fighting this precious angel.
Once You Play
(Don’t own anything but the idea. This came to me and I just had to write it. Maybe someday I’ll go into better detail, but this is it for now.) It is amazing, how one thing can change a life and, in turn, all the lives around it. Even all the holders of the Sky Mare Ring, with their abilities to see and expect, can’t fully comprehend every single possibility of every single world. As the saying goes, the possibilities are endless. So when one Sawada Nana takes in her home, which seems much lonelier then it should, and her seven year-old son, who loses the shining happiness in his eyes day by day, she comes to a decision. It’s time for the holidays; and it’s summer anyway, so why not go to the beach? The way her Tsu-kun lights up at the words just cement her choices.

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anonymous asked:

Could I request Seven reacting to his s/o loving cats like he does, like smothering them with love? Thank you!

//of course! it’s a short fic though, rather than a headcanon. hope you don’t mind. it’s my first fic (kinda) so i’m not sure how it turned out but!! we’ll find out soon i suppose//

          When you and Seven were going out to your first house-date, he expected you to maybe wear a nice dress or a cardigan. To say the least, when you opened the door of your apartment, he was surprised to see you in themed attire; cats poking out of the stripes on your shirt, and pointy ears standing upright on your boots. Not surprised in a bad way, however. He had a multitude of cats on his bow tie. If you guys were ever going to be judged, at least you would be judged together.
          “We’re twinning!” he exclaimed. 
          You smiled, then complementing, “Well, you sure can clean up much better with cats around your collar than I can.” 
          A light pink blush dusted his cheeks and he grinned sheepishly. He was nervous, but to move things along, you grasped his hand and pulled him inside. There was nothing good playing at the theaters, so you decided you’d just watch one of your own favorite movies, The Lion King.
          You went into the kitchen to make some popcorn and some drinks, a creme soda for yourself and Seven’s trade mark favorite, Ph. D Pepper. You had also managed to find a bag of Honey Buddha Chips while you were at the store, just for him.
          When you walked back to kitchen, Seven was giggling and talking in a high-pitched voice. You weren’t expecting anything less, seeing as your cats were the cutest beings in the world. Jumin insisted that his Elizabeth was far beyond your Bengals. In general, they were playful animals, fitting for him.                   “MC!” he shrieked, looking up from his focus on your cat. He was holding one paw in each hand and dancing with your pet. He saw the snacks in your arms. “You’re much more beautiful than I thought you were!”                                       “In what way?” you furrowed your eyebrows, somewhat taken aback, setting the food on to the coffee table.                                                                           “I mean, I liked you before, but you have actual, live cats too, along with your clothes and shoes!”
          “I’ll take that as a compliment, I suppose,” you replied, laughing at his cheerful dork-iness.
          Your cats snuggled into him as he relaxed into the cushions and you slid the disc into the player. Raising the volume and turning off the lights, you went to go sit next to Seven. However, your seat seemed to be taken by your Bengals. You picked one up to make room for yourself, then placing him back down into your lap. Seven gathered the courage to slip his arm around your side and pull you into him, still having your other cat in his opposing elbow.
           He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tight.
          “I really love you, MC. I know it’s only been a little while, but you’re more than I could ever ask for,” he said sweetly. 
You nestled your side into his, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
          “I love you, too. I couldn’t ask for anyone else.” 
          Seven craned his neck down, strewing staccato kisses along the bridge of your nose. You chortled at his adorable actions, and he pecked all around your face. He placed his lips gently on your own, moving them softly.
          He pulled back, but you continued to cuddle into his soft skin, being enveloped by his welcoming warmth. You sighed happily, draping your arm over his stomach, holding to him tightly. You’d never want to let him go.

  • name - rai
  • age - just turned 17 www
  • height - 5’ 5"
  • personality - his design is based off a lion, so he pretty much acts exactly like one. he’s quiet and lazy, especially on sunny days. because he’s usually quiet people mistake him as a cool guy, but he’s actually very childish. he covers his right eye to focus better when drawing (since that eye is bad). he’s left handed, and loves steak www