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Modern AU and morning routines

- You’re getting good at this allura… 

 - …and i really enjoy doing it if i say so myself  

- So is this official now?

 - Only if you promise you’ll do my hair as an exchange…

 Deal then.  

Allura learning how to do the eyeliner thing to shiro as my entrance for shallura week! this was suppose to be for ‘tradition’ (?) but i’m not even paying attention to the prompts at this point…

the signs as favorite quotes from mtv's 'scream'
  • aries:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • taurus:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • gemini:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • cancer:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • leo:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • virgo:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • libra:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • scorpio:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • sagittarius:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • capricorn:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • aquarius:"haha" - kieran wilcox
  • pisces:"haha" - kieran wilcox
{Open To All}

Keaton laid down his lover that he had just met that night on his large kind sized bed. They were beautiful…no matter their gender, they could be anything and he would jump them in a heart beat. 

“Fuck, teasing me on the fucking dance floor…” He hissed, sitting up and taking off his leather belt. “…all up in my face and shit…who do you think you are?” He hissed, holding them by their throat and giving it a small squeeze. 

@meowindie

@cristinatheincredible

@realxlifexdisney

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yet another struggle of being a kpop stan
  • *after someone figures out you like kpop*
  • person:*sees asian writing*
  • person:what does this say?
  • me:uh I don't know, why?
  • person:well you listen to kpop so you should know
  • me:....please exit
“Don’t Worry Citizen. You’re Safe Now”

Something silly and short after all the drama of the night. Enjoy!


Date night had been a success, if Jonathan’s loose limbs and clear mind had anything to say about it. It was late, and the streets were practically deserted as he made his way home from Evan’s apartment.

He probably should have just stayed at Evan’s, or at the very least called a cab, but they both had early mornings, and Jonathan was more than content to walk home, despite the late hour.

It was a simple night in, a movie and a pizza, which quickly turned into a heavy make-out session that headed into the bedroom without much preamble.

Quite frankly, Jonathan wasn’t sure why they hadn’t moved in together yet; Evan was pretty adamant about them having separate living spaces, due to their weird and often opposing work schedules.

Jonathan understood, though he wasn’t necessarily happy about the arrangement. The next weekend would mark their second anniversary, and he figured that sharing a living space was the next logical step in their relationship.

It wasn’t as if he thought Evan was stepping out on him; Evan was not that type of guy. Besides the fact that every moment that they were not at work, they spent together.

Jonathan was shaken from his musing by a deep gravely voice. “Give me your wallet, and your phone, and you won’t get hurt.”

He turned slowly, facing his mugger, and came in close contact with the barrel of a gun. “I should have taken a fucking cab.” He hissed out.

“Shut the fuck up! Empty your pockets!” The mugger yelled menacingly.

Out of nowhere, there was a piercing cry, and the attacker suddenly fell to his knees, having taken what looked to be a stone owl to the head.

“Don’t worry, citizen. You’re safe now.”

Jonathan spun on his heels. “Evan?”

Standing there, in a tight black spandex suit and owl mask, was unmistakably his boyfriend. He would recognize the body and the voice anywhere.

“I am Night Owl, defender of Los Santos.” Evan said, and Jonathan could tell that he was desperately trying to mask his voice. “Let’s get you away from this criminal.”

Suddenly, Jonathan was being manhandled over Evan’s shoulder, and they were flying through the sky, propelled upward by a grappling hook towards the roof of the nearest building.  

“Evan! Put me the fuck down! Do you even know what time it is?”

“Quiet, Jo!”

“And you’re out here in your pajamas…I just left your house. How did you even have time for this?” They were almost at the top, and if he weren’t terrified to fall, Jonathan would have been trying to wrench free of Evan’s grasp.

“Not so loud!” Evan hissed as he climbed onto the roof.

“Don’t you dare tell me to be quiet! Put me down this instant!”

Evan released him and stepped back quickly, as if he was afraid Jonathan was going to attack him.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jonathan asked.

“Saving you, actually! I told you to take a cab, Jo!” Evan took the mask off and ran a hand through his flattened hair.

“It was a nice night to walk…hey! Don’t change the subject!”

“How did you even know it was me?” Evan inquired, eyebrow raised.

“We’ve been dating for two years. If you didn’t think I’d recognize your voice immediately…hang on, did you kill that guy?” Jonathan asked.

“No, I didn’t kill him! He’s unconscious. The cops are on their way.” Evan said quickly.

“How could you not tell me about this? Is this why you don’t want to move in together?” Everything was starting to become crystal clear to Jonathan.

“If anyone ever found out about you, you’d be a target. I could never let anything happen to you, Jo.” Evan was gradually getting closer. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry.”

“That’s a stupid reason, Ev. So you suddenly think you’re Batman and can save the whole city?”

“It’s worked well for me so far.” Evan said, wincing.

“I’m going to push you off of this roof.”

“Look, I’m sorry. It was to protect you, okay? How can I make this up to you?” Evan placed his hands on Jonathan’s hips, pulling him closer.

Jonathan really should have pushed him away, considering how angry he still was at the man. Instead, he grinned menacingly, an idea forming in his head. “I’m moving my stuff in tomorrow. And Night Owl just got a sidekick.”

When will ya’ll realize that shipping is not about whether or not your ship ever becomes canon?!?!

Like….some parts of this fandom (Br/ven and  Cl/xa to be exact) love to wave that flag around as if it means something, as if we can not ship what we want just because our ship never had sex or confessed their love for one another.

Newsflash: Sex does not equal a relationship and love does not mean a relationship will stand the test of time. A canon relationship in one season may never exist beyond that season. 

All shipping is, is people taking previously created characters and putting them together as a pair. Shipping is just a general term for fans’ emotional involvement with the ongoing development of a relationship (and now for those of you who don’t understand the definition of that word and believe it only applies to romantic partners: a relationship is the way in which two or more concepts, objects, or people are connected) in a work of fiction. Shipping often takes the form of creative works, including fanfiction and fan art, most often published on the internet. 

Like…historically the first “ship” ever created was Kirk and Spock. They are literally the reason we refer to certain types of fanfiction as “slash” fics, because their ship name was usually written as: Kirk/Spock or K/S. Did they ever become canon? (The answer is no.)

 Before Cl/xa became canon people shipped them and made fanfiction and fanart. Before Br/ven had sex people shipped them (and still do-even though both have had romantic partners since then-including a time period when both parties were single for 2 Seasons and never revisted a romantic or sexual relationship). 

The fact that ya’ll don’’t viciously attack Princess Mechanic, Murphamy, Montamy or any other pairing (save Ice Mechanic) really leads me to believe that the only reason ya’ll go so hard when it comes to Bellarke is because ya’ll can see what we see. 

spaceczerny  asked:

oh my god oh my god do you write? like fanfics or something? because your headcanons are already perfect and goddamnit your star wars au im??? i live for this?? please write you're my Hero

Yeah I’ve written a couple of fics for Voltron but I’m absolute bullpoppy at updating lmfao

Ngl I have a ridiculously hard time believing that black eye everyone’s making a fuss about is even real for many reasons.
Like if you’ve ever had a black eye you’d know damn well that’s not what it looks like or how it forms and they sure as hell don’t go away within a 2-3 days (srsly where’d it go??)
Nor are they easy to cover with makeup, you’ve got to spend a dumb amount of time color correcting with multiple different color correctors to eliminate or at least diminish the appearance of the spectrum of colors a black eye has. But even then your average person with average makeup skills won’t be able to cover a black eye easily lol. 
Idk man maybe I’m an asshole for saying this but I know what a black eye looks like and at the very least I HOPE I’m right because if not that chick needs to get the fuck out lol. But the two are constantly doing whatever they can to get attention on here so like????? Wow why not fake a black eye to concern the anti community that they like fucking with so much??