basically i ship them all

  • Me: I don't think I like That Ship™.
  • Artists: *draws cute art of That Ship™*
  • Me: This just in, I was wrong.

Do you ever like, get so much into fanon that when you reread/watch canon you realize that oh these guys aren’t actually in love, but then you keep reading/watching, and you’re like, oh, nevermind, they're totally together.


sooo thanks to reading heartstrings by @taylordraws i was up til 3am doodling this garbage. god help my lost soul.

also i’d been talking to @littleblackchat all day about it and she was designing up what she imagined Mari’s dress from chapter 3 looked like, and I doodled this version based on her descriptions and early doodles of it xD so it’s a little different from the one she posted. Also I pointed out that the keyhole in the dress was perfect for Adrien in that scene, since he put his hand there and gyid7573943778hsjdfj IMAGINE IT GUYS imagine it


“On a night like this, a man might believe anything’s possible.”

Me: *already has anger issues*
Antishipper: Fuck yo ship
Me: *yelling and fucking crying inside* whatever…You know what I change my mind FUCK YOU

  • Most Reylo fans: Yeah, if Rey and Kylo Ren are related, I'll stop shipping them.
  • Me *A hardcore mythology, Arthurian legend, and Game of Thrones nerd*: I don't give a damn if they are related. I'm still shipping that shit!

anonymous asked:

hey ya can you please share some nice head canons about Marlene mckinnon? cause i see so many where people see her as a female version of sirius but polar opposites in looks. which is fine but he’s very screwed up and has major problems. He doesn’t like himself very much, so he shouldn’t be expected to like someone extremely similar to himself. If Sirius Black falls in love with anyone then that person should make him happy and laugh and be bright and funny.

  • There’s a fullness to Marlene McKinnon, even when she doesn’t see it, even when she grasps at flesh in the bathroom mirror or scribbles on the back of her hand with Muggle, fluorescent markers.
  • She’s her own person, even though her heart can feel unhinged and flighty and as though it’s not her own, and there are deep, fitful nights in the dormitory when she thinks she can feel herself slipping, and though there are times in the corridors when she thinks she sees her shadow pull and splinter from her fingers, she’s her own.
  • More often than not, she feels fragmented, she feels dull.
  • But Lily and Mary look at her and see light spilling from her, bleeding through the cracks, and they know that light is forged in her core.
  • The deepness, the intensity of the blood that thrums through the prominent veins on the back of her wrist, it’s more than a sum.
  • She might not be everything all at once, but she’s enough.
  • Marlene has the lyrics of scratchy vinyl records on her tongue.
  • As a kid, as a Muggle, there was heat rising up her back, the rush that belonged, that she could create and bend in her hold on her lacrosse stick, the netball, the hockey stick, the tennis racket, whatever.
  • Marlene McKinnon was sporty.
  • And Quidditch just isn’t the same.
  • There’s a difference to it, the rush of air, the sky that cleaves arcs in your chest, that it just won’t cut it.
  • On the ground, feeling her legs pumping against sweat-slicked shin guards, mud and grass beneath her cleats, her skin searing, was where she needed to be.
  • Marlene has a knack for giving presents.
  • Sure, Lily’s good at it, too, but she really thinks about it.
  • Marlene doesn’t have to do that.
  • In her aching fingertips is something to give, and it comes out in flippant gestures in Flourish and Blotts or Zonko’s; she knows exactly what to get Mary, Remus, Peter.
  • She’s not overly sentimental. But she knows.
  • Where Lily’s hands are covered in ink stains, Marlene’s are covered in paint.
  • She likes bright colours, but never wears them. Instead, rivulets of pink and green trickle from her hands.
  • She’s not good at painting, but she fills pieces of parchment with washes and smudges of colour, fills margins with straying, repetitive doodles.
  • She’s abstract.
  • Something that people forget is that Marlene can drink everyone under the table.
  • She likes the burn of alcohol in her throat, on her tongue. Apparently it’s not something to be proud of.
  • The Marauders disagree.
  • They like Marlene, they really do.
  • She doesn’t think she’s good at talking to people - she’s not particularly interested in talking to people.
  • But snark and bitterness rolls of her tongue like some ancient language.
  • It gives Remus the slip - Marlene’s cool.
  • James likes her ability to hold a conversation - she talks to him about sport.
  • Like, a lot.
  • Peter’s drawn to Marlene in a way that doesn’t make any sense.
  • But Peter likes anyone enthralling or sparky, which is what Marlene is, but she doesn’t live in the heavens, so when Peter reaches up from the dirt, her fingers brush his.
  • She doesn’t like him back. She wishes she did.
  • And Sirius loves her, but not like that.
  • Marlene is bright, burning, but it’s slow-going. She’s a dying star.
  • And iron is forged in the core of dying stars.
  • But Sirius is always on fire, spiked by gasoline, burning high into the air.
  • He doesn’t need iron.
  • He needs to be satiated by water, or an effervescent light.
  • Lily’s like light, and she goes hand-in-hand with Marlene’s metallics.
  • They weave their arms around each others’ shoulders and flick paint in each others’ hair and nick each others’ clothes.
  • Marlene likes sneakers and heavy car coats and fraying band t-shirts she thrifts at flea markets; Lily likes muddy converse and oversized, tag-lined t-shirts and floaty, floral dresses that flap around her legs.
  • And Marlene, who is ultimately unknown to us and potentially chivalrous in the House of red and gold, can be brave and wonderful and snarky, but she’s her own.
  • Because, so often, she’s not.
  • So often she’s Sirius’s, or Lily’s, or the Marauders’.
  • But Marlene McKinnon is her own.
Peridot Harem AU

AU where Peridot is roommates with the Crystal Gems in an apartment building but then she realizes she’s gay and they’re gay everyone’s gay and Peridot ends up with three girlfriends subconciously competing for her affections
and then Jasper and Lapis move a few doors down and they both fall in love with Peri and it’s just one huge battle for Peri’s heart and Peri’s super flustered but secretly loving it

I can’t believe my reasons for not shipping Ichi//Hime could be summarised in a four word quote from Aizen:

“Admiration is not understanding.”