best damn line in the world

i’d like to know where any of the “gabriel reyes is the boss from hell” stuff spawns from because have you listened to his actual voicelines? yeah he sounds kinda rough but like 1/3 of his lines are dead guy puns and one is him purring “haven’t i… killed you somewhere before?” like its the worlds best pickup line. gabriel seems like the kinda boss that lets you stop by a pizza place on the way back as long as you get extra breadsticks. he seems like the kinda boss that’ll let you skirt around the deadline bc he knows you’re exhausted and nobody ever turns anything in on time around this place anyways. made the blackwatch uniforms armor and whatever the hell else you wanna wear, he doesn’t give a damn.

JACK is the one with the “you didn’t make the cut” and the “thats SIR to you” lines like ???? how yall always getting this backwards


The feeling of music wrapping around your body, soul, and mind is unlike anything you can understand if you’ve never been to a concert.
The giddy feeling of seeing other people with the same taste in music the closer you are to the venue. The shaking hands at the gate getting your ticket checked. The pounding of your heart in your ears as you hear the crowd. The soaring feeling of first entering the main concert area. The fleeting nervousness of wondering if it’s everything you’ve been building it up to the past few months. The jumpy starts and ‘wait it’s starting’ that you say 100 times thinking you see the artist entering. The roaring of the crowd with the excitement filling up your whole body, soul, and head. The dead silence of all the lights suddenly turning off. The anticipation of the whole crowd filling your whole body in an overwhelming breathtaking excitement. Those few seconds of the best type of agony in the world waiting for those opening lines. And finally.

The blog rushing in your ears, and the louder-than-a-bomb screams, the heart soaring and feet stomping and screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs until you just know you won’t have your voice again for a few days. The few moments where you take a step back to realize where you are, to savor it, to engrave this feeling deep into your heart and never forget it. Because you’ve been waiting for months upon months for this concert and not a damn soul is going to ruin it for you. The first song you will always remember, because even if you’ve only heard it live once it’s permanently engraved deep into your brain, the thunderous ear and heart pounding yells the sudden change from neck breaking anticipation to the heart swinging, foot stomping voice breaking pure unadulterated joy and adrenaline when you finally hear the first cords.

And of course, every concert has a few songs that take you back in time. Whether it’s songs from their first album, or songs you grew up hearing your parents playing on Friday nights when the neighbors came over and you’d dance till your feet were sore in the living room. Maybe a slow song that gave you a different type of joy. A heartbreaking joy that reminds you of the good old days, of how time is still moving forward whether you like it or not. Reminding you that just for a few hours time doesn’t exist, the songs come one after another again and again. Maybe a heartbreaking song from the past instead of reminding you of the old days and how you’re moving forward it reminds you that it was a different kind of broken perfect. It makes your heart want to pause time and cry for hours on the floor or the safe corner in between the bookshelf and the wall. But instead you hold your head high, unabashedly crying, because the people and music surrounding you make you stronger. And you’re. Not. Giving. Up. Today.

And suddenly the music is back again. The music that makes you stomp your feet and swing your head and shout the lyrics till your voice is hearse.

And then… it’s over before it feels like it even started, hours streaked by in what seems like seconds. You want to turn back time. You leave your seat, or the pit. Awestruck, maybe with leftover tears on your face, or fresh tears. You get a shirt, because this place will never leave your heart. It’s forever engraved in your heart. You’ll visit this place in your dreams, you’ll talk about it for weeks on end. Just to make sure you don’t forget a single detail. If you came with a friend or alone, you’ll sit in awestruck silence on the way home, your brain still remembering and replaying every memory. Certain bits played again and again in your head like a perfect broken record.

And then your home, and you’re so exhausted that you can’t fall asleep. You play back the videos you took. Relishing in the moment. But it’s not the same. The sound is, empty. It’s not the same. You know you’ll go back. You have to go back.

Because that’s what I live for. The heart pounding, feet stomping, head swinging, whole body experience of a concert. Because it’s not just the ears. It’s my soul, my body, my feet, my eyes. Every sense and ten other that you didn’t know existed coming to life.

You’ll be back, maybe a few months, maybe a few years, you don’t know when, but you know you will. Because this is not the end. This is not your last. The music and the crowd will always draw you back, back to a place where you and I can both feel safe.

Imagine exchanging love letters with Jensen on your wedding day.

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the EIGHTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, If you’re not living the life that you want, you fight for that life. It will be highlighted in the fic. The line was picked by the lovely @chaos-and-the-calm67 Bev, I hope you like it. You requested flangst, but I’ll be honest, there isn’t a damn bit of angst in it. This was where the line took me. I hope you aren’t too disappointed! This is a fic that belongs in my Best Friends Universe. It can be read in isolation or you can put it in that world. 

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anonymous asked:

Have you done a top 5 Tanaka yet? I feel like he doesn't get enough attention. I don't even mean shipping etc, just he actually does a lot for his team mates on and off court but doesn't get the same recognition the others do!

Oh my dear, you’re so right! In the fandom it’s almost impossible to find a person who doesn’t love Tanaka, but at the same time there’s not so much content about him…let’s fix this! :D other than specific moments, this is gonna be a Top 5 reasons why everyone should love Tanaka (more)

1. Because he’s the most supportive. We see this since the very beginning, Tanaka woke up I don’t even know how early to let Hinata and Kageyama, people who he didn’t even know, practice together in the gym before the others got there. Or when he was ready to pay with his own money to get them to the training camp and literally begged his sisters to help him. No matter how hash his ways are sometimes, how much he yells, screams, gets frustrated over his underclassmen, he’s always the first to cheer for and with them, to motivate them and gets SO MAD when people start doubting themselves (*cough* Ennoshita *cough*). He would die in every way possible for them and this warms my heart so much. 

Originally posted by khvanitas

2. Because he’s an adorable dork. His funny faces are legendary and he’s the character that makes me laugh the most. He’s so extra and dramatic about everything and his every appearance add at least 10 years to our life span

Originally posted by reikyuu

 3. Because he’ll fight everyone for his team. He even teamed up with Tsukki to sass Yahaba and Kindaichi (iconic), he’s ready to get in a fight every time someone tries to get close to Kiyoko, he scolds his juniors every time they don’t respect Daichi or when they’re not supportive with each other…he’s that friend that if he hears someone talk shit about you he’ll literally scare them to the point of making them cry blood…that’s my boy, and I’m really proud 

Originally posted by plscallmesenpai

4. Because he has all the qualities of an ace. Let’s not forget that Tanaka is a regular in the Karasuno starting line and he’s a damn good spiker and the one who’s destined to take Asahi’s place on court. So he’s not only yells and funny faces, the boy truly is talented, powerful and fierce as fuck

Originally posted by kishou

5. Because….he looks good with a banana. (I’m still so ??? about this moment but I’m not in the position to disagree)

Bottom line, the world needs more people like Tanaka Ryuunosuke and we all should love and appreciate his presence more, and more, and more. He’s so important :’) 

- Bonus: the Haiku, this sums him up really well. He really is the best senpai a kouhai could ask for <3

Originally posted by heroinewithoutashell

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anonymous asked:

Why do you like Ruby? As in what exactly made you like her

So many things. So so many, I just…Ruby is my ideal heroine/lead character. 

Here, let me explain…

The very first time we meet Ruby, she is standing in front of her mother’s gravestone. Even if we didn’t know that at the time, we knew it was significant. It already grounded her - it gave her character a base. As we’ve gotten to know more about her and seen her talk about/to her mother, it’s only shown more of how much Summer meant to her in such a short time. 

Ruby based her entire look of of her mother, because she wants so desperately to make this woman she barely was able to know proud. She’s perhaps idealized her mother, but that’s okay - it’s made her who she is. Ruby has a lot of baggage and I hope that as the show continues on, we get to see more and more of it. She grew up very lonely, mostly by choice. Not interested in social interaction and not very good at it either. That was incredibly relatable to me. 

Also, she is a bad ass. She is so tiny, but carries around this giant weapon that she loves so much and made herself which is amazing. I have these images of little Ruby up all hours of the night putting this thing together - working on it without breaks until Yang finally has to drag her away to eat and shower and sleep. Ruby’s drive to be a huntress is admirable and yet it’s built so much on this foundation of good. 

The most vital quality Ruby has is her heart. It’s huge and it’s pure. When she talks to Blake about why she wants to be a huntress, it’s perfect. Yes she loves hunting monsters, but she wants to keep people safe. She wants to do her mother proud and protect the innocent - to keep up that fight. Much like the passion with her weapon, Ruby is a character that would have to be dragged away from someone in need. She wouldn’t be able to help herself from helping someone else. Even at her own expense. 

Also, Ruby’s growth (and not just the hair growth which I also love and want MORE). When we first met her, she was a loner who only wanted to fight and be with Crescent Rose and a few weapons magazines. Still, Yang advised her to try and make friends and she did. She tried with the hardest subject she could find in Weiss Schnee and not only did they become friends (along with the rest of RWBY/JNPR/SSSN/Penny), they became almost a family and Ruby would do anything for them.

(ignore the text, old gif, all I have) This brings me to Penny and how important Penny is to Ruby’s story and why I love her. The significance of how Ruby accepted Penny spoke volumes. She didn’t hesitate, not for a second, in just accepting that Penny was a robot and that she wasn’t any less because of that. So much so that even Penny was surprised at how well she took the news. Ruby sees people as they are - good or bad. She accepts it and them and she tries her hardest to make them feel welcome. She did the same with Blake. Blake being a faunus only mattered to Ruby because she thought the ears were cute. That’s the only thing that changed in Ruby’s eyes when she found out. 

Resiliency is one of the greatest things a hero can have, and Ruby Rose has it in spades. She lost so much at the fall of Beacon, most of all her innocence that the world was, for the most part, as good as she wanted it to be. It would have been easy for her, at 15, to drop her fight and succumb to the fact that bad things just happen. She lost her team, her education at Beacon, her sister had even given up. Ruby didn’t - she was determined to continue to fight and to protect the world like she’d always wanted. Her innocence may, at times, be a flaw - but I also think it’s wonderful because it’s so filled with hope. I love hope when it comes to heroes. I want the hero that smiles and laughs and shows they care instead of pretending they don’t.  

She’s funny too, like one of the most underrated aspects of Ruby’s character is just how damn funny she is. A lot of that credit goes to Lindsay Jones, her voice actress, who delivers the lines so perfectly times and even the ones she ad-libs (like Blake enjoying tuna) just bring so much personality to her. Subtle things like answering Oobleck with a “yo” when asked who wants first watch or giggling like crazy at Jaune’s hoodie. She sees the joy in the world, even when it’s dark and I LOVE that. She’s a giant dork in the best way possible.

I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am to see where this girl is going and who she’s going to become. I want to see her develop all of her talents and be the leader and hero she’s destined to be. I love Ruby because she’s good, purely good and not an anti-hero or cliched dark/emotionless warrior. She’s a kid with a gigantic high impact sniper scythe who loves cookies and fighting monsters and will do anything to keep the people she loves safe. 


Sketch Random + Fanfic Translation.

Translation by: @miguelcool2000

A One-shot follow up story to the comic “Random Sketch”

Title: “If he just…”

“Kill him”

For a second, that idea crossed her mind while her finger trembled over the trigger of her gun.

Her heart would beat painfully inside her chest, suffocating her, the purest and most gruesome hatred was born within her being, rising like hot lava in her esophagus and choking her throat.

The bovine laughed maniacally in front of her , twisting and bending, mocking at what the act one of his henchman had accomplished.

She looked at Nick’s body lying still on the floor, blood starting to form a puddle around his figure.

Judy fought back her own tears.

-          Oh, come on, lieutenant Hopps, don’t tell me you really care for that piece of scum.- Del Toro stated in an annoyingly fancy manner and licking his own lips while stressing each word.

“Kill him!”

-          Shut up! – She rose her voice using all her will not to pull the trigger in that very moment.

“Just kill him at once!”

She heard again her own voice in rage trying to impose its actions. But she couldn’t. She was a police officer, a Lieutenan . She couldn’t let her emotions be shown so easily.

-          Anyway, who’s gonna miss such a scumbag loser like him? It’s a fox, a species that is just a plague to this world…

That was the last straw. How did he dare to say that? What did he know about foxes? What the hell did he know about nick?

“Kill him!”

This time she would follow her instinct.

-          You son of a…

-          Judy, don’t! – shout a voice she thought she was never going to hear again and turned around, her eyes meeting the fox’s looking back at her from the ground, his own shining with an emerald glow, trying to communicate thousands of thoughts, since shouting has left him exhausted – …you are better than that… dumb bunny… - murmured the vulpine with a weak voice and lost consciousness in consequence.

-          Nick!

-          Lieutenant Hopps! – exclaimed a gray hare getting close at full speed while followed by a group of mammals. He went towards his female counterpart whereas the other officers cuffed Del Toro. –Are you ok?

Wilde had interfered at the right time. He have saved her from doing something stupid. She could barely see the metallic cuffs around the ex-politician’s hooves and without even answering to her subordinate she hurried herself next to Nick.

-          Just if you hadn’t save him that day at the court, that idiot would have died long ago and you would live a simple life and I would have everything I ever wanted! – She heard the claiming of the furious criminal, but she ignored him.

-          Nick? … Can you hear me? … Hey Nick, Nick! She said without getting an answer. She remembered the first aid course and pressed her trembling paws against the wound. She had to do something, she had to stop all that blood, but the hemorrhage didn’t seem to stop. – Savage!

-          The ambulance is on its way lieutenant. – He claimed as he checked the fox’s vitals. - You’d better hurry. His heartrate is declining hastily. – He shout over the radio on his shoulder.

A few seconds later the sirens could be heard.

-          Listen to me Lieutenant Hopps – said one of the caribous who checked the one with the emerald eyes – Don’t stop pressing, the wound is in a critical state and your paws are the only thing that keeps him alive at this moment. So, until we can make it to the hospital, don’t let go. Understood?

She nodded and the paramedics performed some maneuvers in order to get them both inside the ambulance.

Everything else was blurry in her mind when she less expected it, she was already sat on one of the enormous chairs in the waiting room of the Memorial Hospital Zootopia.

-          You should take a break – claimed Jack Savage forgetting the formalities, after all despite she being his superior, they were old childhood friends. He offered her some coffee.

-          No. I’m not leaving until I know he’s fine… - answered Judy while accepting the bitter drink.

-          The surgery they are performing will at least take another 10 hours and we still have to prepare the reports of the case – but she didn’t move an inch.

-          I can’t leave him – her eyes filling with guilt.

Jack stared at her intensively and sighed – Well, at least go take a shower, your clothes are a mess.

She was about to refuse again when the one with the blue irises interrupted her.

-          Go to my apartment – he held the keys in front of her – it’s conveniently located just  a few blocks from here, it won’t take more than 30 minutes, I’ll stay here and will call you in case anything happens. OK?

She doubted a little, but ended up accepting and headed to the house of her once neighbor and younger brother’s best friend.

As if she were a zombie, she crossed streets and every mammal she came across stared at her covered in blood, which caused some of the predators to have problems with their collars so she hurried her steps.

She made it to Jack’s place and went straight to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and became horrified, Nick’s blood was everywhere, her hands, face, clothes, her badge…

In a frenzy, she took off the clothes and quickly went inside the cold water pouring down from the shower since the blood was already dried. Otherwise, it would be harder to wash it from her fur.

Damn it!

How had she let that situation end like it did?

She strongly punched the wall, her knuckles went numb due to the pain.

-          Damn it! - She yelled with rage. She was at her limit, and couldn’t keep enduring her own feelings any longer.

She allowed herself to cry. She cried out of powerlessness, anguish, fury, pain and fear.

She cried for Nick Wilde, a predator, a fox, who she had unrightfully called a murderer and turned out to be the most noble, and kindest of the creatures; someone who was just trying to make his dreams come true and help others with their own.

Someone she labeled as untrustworthy and became my only ally. Someone she came to fear, but now felt a deep regard for to unsuspected levels; because he had earned through all means a very special place in her heart.

Those things she had tried to forget due to the involving circumstances that created a barrier between them. But all those circumstances had vanished the moment she saw him falling hurt, all her prejudice disintegrated in an instant.

Sincerely, what made them different from each other?

Being pray and predator?

A fox and a rabbit?

Male and female?

Though that could be said, that wasn’t what really made them different.

The only thing that could draw that line, where the obedience collars. Those damn collars. She felt embarrassed of the fact that she once thought those artifacts were the best invention in history.

She was wrong. The whole society and she were wrong. It was just a horrible tool to keep the divisions between pray and predator, the generator of an endless cycle of hatred.

Something that wasn’t necessary at all as predators weren’t some insensible beasts. Those things only took away that which thousands of mammals presumed to have granted them, their freedom.

And Nick had been the one to teach her that. He had shown her a whole new world, a cruel image and a beautiful reality of which was actually wrong.

And how did she pay him back?

By letting someone with his own stupid ambitions shoot him right to the heart.

Did she really deserved to carry a badge if she tolerated that the innocent were victims of such atrocities? Not if he died, it would just be a terrible confirmation.

A chill went down her spine.

Nick could really die any second and she was standing there dumbfounded thinking about stuff that didn’t matter in that precise moment.

She shook her head franticly and crouched in the shower.

-          He’s not going to die…- she told herself.

After bathing herself, she turned off the faucet, put on some of Savage’s clothes and hurried back to the hospital.

She made it back faster than she took to leave.

-          Jack. – She called the name of the gray bunny as she made her way to where he was sitting.

-          There aren’t any news yet. – He claimed as he jumped down from the elephant size chair.

-          Good, thanks for the shower, I’ll give these back – she pointed to the black outfit from the ZPD she was wearing – tomorrow. Is that OK?

-          Sure. You know you can give them back anytime.

Five hours passed without any of them saying a word. Hours in which Judy’s heart never stopped beating painfully and aguishly in her chest, just expecting to get some news on the fox’s health.

Her friend’s phone broke the silence that reigned in the waiting room, after all they were in the most desolated wing of the hospital.

The hare with the sapphire colored eyes stepped outside to take the phone call and came back a few minutes later.

-          It was Captain McHorn, he says Superintendent Bogo has given Del Toro’s case top priority, and he wants us to write the reports as soon as…

-          You should go to the precinct first, I’ll call the boss and write the report later.

-          Alright. Do you want me to get your laptop from the office?

-          If you could, please.

-          Ok. Then, I must take my leave. I’ll come back later. Cheer up Jude, that fox is gonna make it – he called her as when they were kids while he smiled at her and pressed her shoulder – excuse me Lieutenant Hopps  - he straightened up before departing and she nodded.

Each minute seemed like an eternity, she looked at the clock on the wall, 4:15 am. The 10 hours Jack had calculated the surgery would last had already passed, but there was no signs of any doctor so far.

As soon as that thought hit her, the red light on the sign “Surgery in process” turned off and an elephant came through the sliding doors.

-          Nicholas Wilde’s family? – He asked as on cue and the lieutenant immediately got close.

-          He has no family, I’m his tutor. - She claimed showing her badge. - How is he doing?

-          He lost a lot of blood, the bullet pierced an important artery and got stuck in a difficult area to operate, he also suffered two heart attacks while on surgery, but we could resuscitate him. The surgery has been a success. We will take him to Intensive Therapy and he will have to stay in observation for the next days, and depending on his evolution we’ll be able to transfer him to a private room.

Her heart burst with joy.

-          May I see him? – She asked after listening attentively to the doctor.

-          Of course, but it must not be more than a few minutes.

-          Thanks doctor.

-          Don’t worry. I’ll tell the nurse in charge the instructions so you can see him, I’m leaving now.

Hopps brought her hands to her chest and squeezed them against herself, shedding another couple of tears, but this time she cried out of relief.

Thank goodness he was still alive.

-          Thanks. Thanks. – She repeated while crouching.

She never thought the day she would be happy to hear the beeping of a vital signs monitor, because it gave her the certainty that, though a bit weak and paused, Nick Wilde’s heart kept beating.

She sat on the booth near the hospital bed, which to her fortune was the right size for the vulpine species.

With some fear, she took his paw between hers, squeezing it gently, trying not to hurt him nor messing with the tubes with saline solutions that were plugged into him.

She admired his red-haired face and noticed how exhaust and haggard he appeared to be, also his fur seemed a bit pale somehow, and she felt a deep sorrow to see him in that state.

She infinitely thanked the fact that by medical procedure the collar that slaved him had to be removed.

-          Thanks for staying alive. Thank you for saving me…

Had he died, she would have gone and killed the son of a bitch who shot him with her own hands. If Nick hadn’t stopped her, she would have become into a murderer. If he had stopped existing, she wouldn’t care about anything anymore.

But he was still here, in the same world as her, and from that moment on she swore that she would do anything within her power and even more to make his dream come true.

To create a world where anyone can be anything they want to be.

However, she knew it wouldn’t be easy, but it didn’t matter. If he just stayed by her side to fight for it, the time they would take to achieve it wouldn’t matter.

After all, she didn’t need anything else but him.

-          …Carrots?…

The End

okay like I have a really difficult time understanding why people find Chaol’s character to be interesting /at all/. I find him to be so annoying because he’s like that moderate liberal white boy who thinks women should be allowed to have abortions but also wants a wife who stays home in the kitchen. Where she belongs. He’s like, a total Dean from Gilmore Girls. He’s /so/ convinced that he’s a nice guy who knows what the right thing to do is all the time. 

Like even in Tog and CoM he’s that textbook guard character who is bound by some unrealistic sense of honor and duty and thinks he understands the ins and outs of morality. But of course that honor doesn’t allow for things driven by emotion. That honor doesn’t allow for survival unless it plays by his rules. That honor doesn’t allow for power in the hands of women. And that honor doesn’t allow for killing those who have wronged you. Chaol is like…the least likely character to succeed in a zombie apocalypse. He holds everyone to some moral code, and damns them when they don’t live up to it (he does this with Celaena in CoM and basically all of QoS). Inflexible morality and honor inevitably leads to problems because it doesn’t allow for understanding of emotional conflicts, nor does it allow for forgiveness when those emotions drive people to do bad things. Chaol damns Celaena for killing Nehemia’s murderers. Rowan just accepts it and is like “good.” Chaol thinks Aelin’s power makes her a monster. He thinks less of her because she is fae. Rowan is like “okay you’re fae. whatever. show me what you’ve got.” Rowan is infinitely more interesting than Chaol, as a love interest, and a man, because where Chaol’s sense of honor is based on some hard lined Moral Code™, Rowan’s sense of honor is based on protecting those close to him. Once he claims Aelin, its clear that his moral compass now has one direction: protect and help and love and serve Aelin Galathynius to the best of my abilities, and the rest of the world be damned. Chaol’s love for Aelin is bound by his inability to reconcile her past as an assassin and her fae heritage with his immovable and someone flawed moral code. 

In the end, it becomes clear that Chaol is just pissed that Aelin is so much more than he is. Greater than anything he will ever be. Rather than supporting her and attempting to help her, he pushes her away, damning her for not fitting into his carefully crafted view of the way humans are supposed to act. 

Maybe some ppl like Chaol and his sense of honor, but I’ve read enough books on medieval chivalry to know that that bullshit ain’t for me. 


Laila Mahdi: USC Trojans

Pronounced ‘lehla mahdee’. 21. French Muslim raised in SoCal. Hijabi. Vegetarian. Friend to all dogs, but the best dog is my pug, Fabio. Fashion Design major and Arabic minor. Lover to my girlfriend, friend to all. Very into inspirational quotes. What is love? Love is earned (30:45). Love is rewarded (3:134). Love is steadfast (3:146). Love is reliance on God (3:159). Love is humanity (4:36). Love is not obsessive (4:36). Love is intimate (7:189). Love is sibling rivalry (12:8). Love is material (14:3) Love is true sacrifice (2:177). Love does not corrupt (2:205). Love is purity (2:222). Love is brotherhood (3:103). Love is fair (49:9). Love is following Muhammad (3:31). To love is difficult (2:216). Love is a Divine sign (30:21). Fake love is replaceable (5:54) Love is temporal (3:14). Immaterial love will die (29:25). Love is addictive (100:8). Love can become lust (12:30). Beware, love can turn to hate (60:7). Real love does not decay (49:12). Allah is love (11:90, 85:14). السلام عليكم 

Off His Rocker

Luggage Swap AU

The fuck is this?!

Staring at the contents of the suitcase that is unquestionably not his, Trafalgar D. Water Law grimaces, palm pressing into the side of his face and slowly running down from his temples to his chin.

This is bullshit, what the hell?!

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Otp thing! Everyone!! ~ starboy-rolled-in-stardust

@starboy-rolled-in-stardust I’m sorry I’m getting to this so late!!!  I had a bunch of stuff to do after work and I’m just now getting some down time!!!  (Also, I hope when you say “everyone” you meant every one of the questions. If not…well…)

1. Who is the most affectionate?

I think this depends on you definition of “affectionate.”  I imagine Lance equates affection with touching and physical contact.  Meanwhile, Shiro likes to show affection through action and small things, like gifts and recalling old conversations.  So, I guess they’re equally affectionate?

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

Shiro is little spoon.  Lance’s arms are just long enough to get around Shiro comfortably.

3. Most common argument?

“What are you doing with your feet?” “Nothing.”  “Well, I don’t want them under me.”  “Well, they’re cold.”  “Don’t you have socks.  Or more blankets or something?”  “My socks are in the wash and someone stole all the blankets.  You’re warm enough.”  “Okay, but, your feet–”  “What about my feet?!”

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

Watching movies.  They tried to start a couples-only movie in the lounge, but three minutes into the first night Pidge and Hunk walked in asking what they missed.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Lance tries to carry Shiro, but Shiro is too big, beefy, and beautiful heavy.  Now, we all know that Shiro can carry Lance no problem, but he doesn’t like to do it very often.  Beyond when he had to do it when the Castle of Lions was under siege, he carried Lance to his room once after Lance fell asleep on the Bridge and another time to…well…uh-hmmmmm.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Shiro loves Lance’s eyes and his ability to stay upbeat, no matter the circumstances.  Lance loves Shiro’s voice and his patience and resilience.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for each other?

Lance cleans his act up.  He stops flirting with girls so much.  He gets serious.  All of his focus is on Shiro and who he thinks Shiro wants him to be.  Shiro, on the other hand, gets protective.  He always assigns Lance to him during missions.  If it doesn’t make sense for Shiro and Lance to be on the same team, Lance is put into a safe strategic position away from the main action.  Natrually, this leads to misunderstandings…

8. Nicknames?  & if so, how did they originate?

Shiro calls Lance just about every variant of “baby” you can imagine.  Unironically.  Shiro doesn’t get a nickname.  Like most of Lance’s nicknames, none of the ones he tried stuck.  (Lance did ask Shiro why he goes by “Shiro” instead of his first name.  Shiro shrugged and explained that it’s partially a Japanese thing – you go by your last name unless you are familiar with the person you’re talking to – and partly because some of the kids he went to school with couldn’t always pronounce “Shirogane.”  “Shiro” ended up being easier in the end.)

9. Who worries the most?

They both have a lot of responsibilities.  Saving the universe.  Keeping the team together.  Making time for each other.  Not to mention Shiro’s PTSD.  I think Shiro edges out in the general worrying category, but Lance worries about Shiro so deeply that sometimes it hurts.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Lance, because Shiro only eats three things: chicken nuggets, cup ramen, and macaroni and cheese.  (Another common argument: “Dammit Shiro, why don’t you just eat a salad for once?!”)

11. Who tops?


12. Who initiates kisses?

Lance.  He just.  He loves to kiss.  Especially Shiro.

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Shiro, especially when he’s worried or upset.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Shiro can be…very passionate at times.

15. Who wakes up first?

Shiro does.  He has a hard time sleeping in the first place, and he does like getting up early to work out.  It’s about the only bit of peace he can get some days.  

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Peace can be a bit overrated sometimes, y’know?

17. Who says I love you first?

Lance says it playfully.  Shiro is serious when he says it.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch?

There’re not a lot of chances to make packed lunches in the middle of space.  Lance did drop a short inspirational quote into an emergency food pack one time.  He’s pretty happy to know that Shiro doesn’t know what he wrote.

19.  Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

The first people to know about their relationship are the rest of Team Voltron.  There’s not a lot they can do to prevent them from finding out, really.  Not a lot of space to hide secrets.  They don’t make a formal announcement, per se, but they tell Coran and he pretty much tells the others for them.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Everyone’s generally pretty accepting.  Allura think they’re cute.  Hunk is ecstatic for Lance ‘cause GOD he’s had this huge crush on Shiro for ever and ever and it’s FINALLY paying off.  Coran has given them both shovel talks.  Pidge wants them to be happy and safe and teases them a lot.  Keith originally was pretty skeptical.  Really?  Lance?  But he saw how happy they were together, so he went with it.

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Lance.  He finds any opportunity to dance.  When he’s happy.  When he’s sad and misses home.  Shiro isn’t the best dancer in the world – hell, sometimes he can’t even keep up with Lance – but he does his best and sometimes that’s all Lance can ask of him.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Shiro cannot be trusted with anything more complicated than a microwave.

23.  Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?

C’mon?  Who do you think?  (And who do you think falls for them, even just a little, every single damn time?)

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Shiro is pretty unflappable.  He’s got a good poker face.  Which makes it funnier when he goes from telling Lance all of the things he wants to do to him that night straight into giving battle orders to the rest of Team Voltron.

25. Who needs more assurance?

Of their relationship?  They’re pretty comfortable in it.  In general?  It depends.  When was Shiro’s last nightmare?  How did training go for Lance that day?  When was the last battle?  Did they get hurt?  Did their friends get hurt?  When was the last time they saw daylight or a sky or anything other than vast, nearly empty darkness?

26. What would be their theme song?

Lance thinks it’s “Boom Clap” by Charlie XCX.  Shiro thinks its “Truly, Madly, Deeply” by Savage Garden.  Really, it’s a little closer to “Sight of the Sun” by fun.

27. Who would sing their child back to sleep?

They both have good singing voices, so they both do it at some point.  Lance does it first, singing the “Go Back to Sleep, Oh My God, Go Back to Fucking Sleep” song.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Lance is probably hanging out with Hunk and/or Pidge.  Shiro is maybe doing serious adult things, like coming up with training regimens or working out or strategizing with Allura and Coran.

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart.

Shiro will wake up some mornings and, before he’s completely awake, is convinced that the last few months have all been a dream.  Voltron doesn’t exist.  He never escaped the Galra prison.  Lance is a figment, another Galra trick.  Each time, he panics and tries to fight his way out.  Lance has to talk him down and convince him that no, this is real.  He really got out.  He’s really here and Lance is really, really real.

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it.

The first time they talk about the future together – a future that doesn’t involve Voltron, a future where they can live on Earth with their families in peace – Shiro brings up the possibility of getting married.  Lance hadn’t necessarily thought of himself getting married.  Like, he’s thought about it, joked about it, always assumed that he would get married at some point, but when Shiro asked him if he would be interested it was the first time he actually believed that he had found someone who loved him and wanted to spend the rest of their life for him.


Royai Week Prompt: Day 3 Catalyst

Title: Catalyst

Word Count: 18058

Rating: Teen for cursing and innuendo.  The usual.

Summary:  A ‘ Life as We Know It’ AU where Roy and Riza become guardians for Elicia after her parents die.     In this AU they know of each otehr but haven’t formally met yet.

AN:  WIP that got polished out for this prompt as it fit so well.   No greater catalyst in Roy’s life than the death of Hughes and here he has no choice but to dedicate himself to parenthood instead of revenge.   It is a little weird in this format due to being written as a chaptered fic, but it will work.


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I have seen so many people complaining about Rip in s3 already. (Even though we have not seen anything of it yet). And I don’t think they get what the whole thing of him “being against the team” is all about.

In s1 he put the team together to rebel against/fight the Time Masters. He wanted/needed to stop them because they were bad and they were allowing a tyrant to become powerful and rule the world.

BUT even then, Rip ALWAYS did everything he could to do this by NOT going against the universal rules of time travel. He has ALWAYS tried to minimize the damage to any time line, he has always done his best to not create aberrations or NOT to break time. And the Legends have always ignored him, they’ve always found a way to go against the rules and to do things their way because they are arrogant and uncontrollable and they don’t give a DAMN about rules.

It worked in s1 because Rip was there to keep the damage to a minimum, in s2 he wasn’t around - and it showed. I know most of what happened looks like it was done for fun (like Mick’s statue and stuff) but it doesn’t change the fact that they created so many aberrations that they eventually broke time.

So, for Rip to want them to stick to the rules in s3 - that is NOT him going against the team. That is NOT him betraying them or suddenly working against them - it’s Rip doing what he has ALWAYS attempted to do: To keep them in line and to keep the damage to time to a minimum. It’s him criticizing the team’s METHODS, but NOT their intentions. He doesn’t think of them as bad people, but they ARE inexperienced. They are NOT Time Masters and it shows.

And the thing is: It’s not Rip’s fault that meeting yourself in the past breaks time, he didn’t make the rules, but he has to find a way make sure that the Legends don’t keep running through time behaving like the proverbial bull in the china shop.


To break the color lines, let’s work together to improve our way of life.

Join voices in protest to social injustice.  

This is the test: No struggle no progress.  Lend a hand to help your brother do his best.  

Things are getting worse, we have to make them better. It’s time to give a damn, let’s work together!

A generation full of courage come forth with me! People of the world unite! Strength in numbers we can get it right!

Incredible moments from “No Regrets”

Careful for *SPOILERS*

First of all, oh my God! All Framework episodes are making me cry for real. I mean whenever I sit down to watch the next episode now, I know it will make me an emotional wreck but I always wonder if it could be worse than the previous episode, but the truth is, it always is!

My best/worst/most emotional moments of this episode were;

-Seeing Trip! I mean… You have no idea how much I started sobbing and crying so much at the first sight of him! Knowing that he is there and alive (well, alive ?!) in this fake world and we will get out of here, our babies will work this out and this world will be destroyed and he will be gone again! This broke me so so so much. I missed him more than I thought I did. It was (still is) so marvellous to see him but I’ll hate to let him go for another god damn time! And he was perfect! He was amazing as always, badass and clever like he always was. Coulson and Jemma calling him “Trip!” almost so naturally. So, so beautiful.

-Grant Ward apologizing Jemma for every single bad thing he had done in the real world. This was amazing of AOS writers, maybe their best move of all time to give him this line. Yes, Ward has done some real bad things in the real world, he hurt Jemma and Fitz so much and I will never forgive him for that but despite all this, we never forget about first season and the original team going on adventures together, Ward saving Jemma’s life jumping out of a plane etc. Despite everything he had done, Grant Ward is an important character for us, for the series, for other people in the show. He is important to us and it was great to see his apology, his real self telling Jemma that he is actually sorry for anything he might have done in a world he doesn’t know exists. AOS writers gave us this scene so that we would remember Grant Ward at his best. Chapeau to that from me!

-”Snap out of it, May!” Correct me if I’m wrong but in this world, in Framework, May and Coulson aren’t supposed to know each other, and they actually don’t. Coulson probably never saw May before in Framework, he is simply a teacher after all. But in that scene while he is trying to convince her to do the right thing, Coulson speaks to her like he knows her, like he remembers her alright and he is aware that May isn’t supposed to be doing what she is doing, that it is not who she is and she has got to snap out of it, come to her senses, realise what is going on and do the right thing. This was a beautiful moment, this line, along with Patriot’s sacrifice was what May realise that this isn’t right. This is what snapped her out of her fake self in Framework.

-Mace’s sacrifice… This scene was legit the most emotional one of the episode. First of all, he died being a hero, like he had always wanted to be, this was such a way to go for him. I couldn’t be sadder that we lost him, especially Jemma’s reaction here was so real because she knew that he is now gone, forever. But despite his loss, I think this would be the best way for him to go, saving a child’s life. Finally that picture in his room will actually have a meaning. I can already imagine Jemma picking up that picture as a remembrance of him and giving a whole speech about his heroism when they’re back to the real world. 

-Fitz’s father manipulating him for being in love with Madame Hydra !? Excuse me AIDA but your brainwashing techniques will come to an end soon. This was very low, even for you, to use Fitz’s father against him so that you’d turn him into a deadly weapon. Like Radcliffe said in this episode, “one sentence or one person missing from your life could change your life forever.” Take Jemma out of Fitz’s life and add up his manipulative abusive father into it and the whole world falls apart.

-The final scene! This scene was the first thing that gave me a relief about the things are finally turning around and it is started to get better from now on. Now we have May from our side (thanks to Coulson and Patriot) and Daisy’s inhuman powers. Framework Hydra will not last very long now and I can’t wait to see what there is to come.

give me my evil Fitz going all soft at the touch of Jemma please thank you.

anonymous asked:

hi babe ! i feel like u don't talk about ur personal life as much these days. what's going on in bex's world? i always wonder how you're doing, u should talk to us about ur life if u feel like it. also i love the thing u just uploaded, 'if it even fits into your heart at this point in time/maybe i should just keep it in mine' 'we could've had blood orange' 'thank god we fell in love somewhere before sunscreen' like damn. those lines really got to me bb. i am wishing u the BEST and all my love ❤

hi cutie xx you are soo so sweet and kind !!! i’m so glad u liked that poem it means a lot !!!! i’m good i’m okay i’m currently living in brooklyn and i’ve been really hung up on this person for a while but they kind of have been hot and cold (i like you, i don’t know if i like you, i like you but i dont want to be with you) and it’s just been really draining and tiring and frustrating and i guess i was just waiting around for them to change their mind or something but eventually enough was enough, u know? so basically now i’m just tryin to get space from the whole situation and i’m just sad n kind of Getting Through It n it took like a weird toll on my self esteem so i’m tryin! to heal! !! . u are so kind for asking about my life i’m v flattered and i love u lots i hope you’re doing ok !!!! 


Request: yoongi + prompt 3

3) A member from your bias’s group confesses to you. How does your bias respond? 

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: BTS Suga x Y/N x (ft. JHope)

Type: Angst

Yoongi’s POV

“Hyung,” Hoseok smiled, leaning over to me. We were in the middle of dance practice and I had a feeling I was about to get a loving lecture as to how I was continuing to be a middle ground dancer. I needed to branch out, I needed to push myself harder.

“Ya,” I grumbled, not bothering to look up.

“What do you think about Y/N?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and smiling into the distance.


“I think she’s okay, as far as girls go,” I muttered. I was lying through my teeth. I thought she was more than okay, much more. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was a trainee when we were and her raps and dancing were stellar, completely not of this world.

I had been watching her from afar for awhile. I tried my hardest to not make my feelings obvious when she came around the boys. She was especially close to J-Hope and the 95 line, but who wouldn’t be? They shit sunshine most days. I tried my hardest to pretend I didn’t care, but damn was it hard to keep up a front that was thin at best.

“She’s pretty, don’t you think?” he continued, the same cheesy smile staying put on his face. “And she’s such a powerful rapper, she could probably give Namjoon hyung a run for his money.”

I nodded, trying to stay disinterested.

“And the way she dances,” he sighed. “When she performed at the golden disc awards? I thought my heart had exploded in my chest, I really did!”

“What are you getting at Hoseok?” I spat. I usually had unwavering patience with J-Hope. He was sensitive sometimes, and could understand me even on the deepest level, I tried to stay the least irritated with him out of all the dongsaengs.

“I like her…” he whispered, nodding. “I like her a lot.”

“Who do you like?” Jimin asked, plopping in front of us.

“Y/N,” he smiled, kicking Jimin in the knee. “What do you think about it?”

“Ah!” JImin cooed, a large smile filling his face. “You need to confess to her hyung!”

“You think?” J-hope asked excitedly, looking at me again. “What do you thing min genius?”

“I don’t care what you do,” I sighed in exasperation. I wasn’t even beginning to be prepared to listen to this conversation, much less be a part of it.


“Kookie,” I giggled as he tugged me along. “I don’t want to go to the practice room, I want to get ice cream. Tae said we were getting ice cream!”

“Tae lied to you!” He chuckled, shoving me into the practice room.

I was met by the sight of the other six members of Bangtan sitting in a semi circle, facing the door. They were laughing, shoving each other and taking what I assumed to be a much needed water break. As soon as I appeared in the room though, their voices went hushed and they looked at me with wide eyes.

“Um…” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “What’s up?”

“Aish, give the man some room,” Rapmonster grumbled, pulling himself to his feet and beginning to shoo some of the other members from the room. I looked at Taehyung and Jimin desperately as they began to walk past me with wide smiles on their faces. I looked to Yoongi who was following behind them. As per usual, he wouldn’t make direct eye contact.

“Ya,” I squeaked, making the noise I had heard so often come from his mouth. “Yoongi-oppa, what is going on?”

His eyes travelled up my body to rest on my own eyes. He shrugged and grimaced. Why did he always look like he was in pain when he had to look at me?

Yoongi’s POV

I should’ve told him, god damnit, I should have let him know that I was hopelessly and desperately in love with her. If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t have hesitated to jump in, but Hoseok was so emotional. He was so fragile. If I told him I had feelings for her, he would have immediately stepped to the side, no questions asked. He would’ve tortured himself every time he saw her and his endless happiness would diminish.

I would torture myself, but at least I was better at not conveying it than he was. Everyone thought I was grumpy anyway.

I stood in the doorway, watching as J-Hope poured his heart out to Y/N. I hoped she wouldn’t break it, but at the same time I hoped she would.

But why would she? Because she had feelings for me? I hardly have said two sentences to her in our entire career of knowing each other.

I guess that’s why it hurt so much when I watched her fling her arms around him and he picked her up joyfully.

She had accepted.

I was a fool to think she wouldn’t.

I slowly took a few steps back and felt my back hit the wall. I slowly slid down it and put my head in my hands. Was my friends happiness really something I wanted to taint? Or was my own sadness something that was less heavy for me to deal with?

Namjoon slowly walked up to me, plopping down beside me and heaving a sigh. “You know he won’t shut up about this for centuries, right?”

I looked up, nodded, and gave a weak smile. “He doesn’t shut up anyway.”

“Aish,” Namjoon chuckled. “He deserves it though, ya?”

I nodded again. But did he deserve it more than me?

“I know you liked her Yoongi,” Namjoon whispered.

My head snapped up quickly and I drew my eyebrows together. Exactly how in the hell did he know anything?

“I know you all by now,” he nodded. “And I know this hurts for you, but you’re a good friend.”

“Ya,” I chuckled bitterly. “But at what cost?”

Originally posted by oneofthekpopers


Ten Minute Fic #1

Had to go a little dirty with it. And didn’t get as far as I wanted, but really wanted to stick to the ten minute time limit! I suppose this leaves room for future ten-minute parts.

A little nervous about this. Be nice with the feedback, will ya?

Prompt from doctor-director-professor: “Where the hell are my pants?”

Title: Plans for Your Pants

Word Count: 536 (And I type really quick. So sad.)

“Dean Winchester!”
I yelled from the laundry room of the bunker. After spending the better part of the last month on the road, hunting the freaks and geeks of the world, I was happy to finally be back in a place I could call home. The main source of my happiness? Take a damn hot shower and running three weeks’ worth of disgusting, guts-and-gore-covered clothes through the laundry.
The moment I stepped into the bunker, Dean had insisted that I kick back and have some shots, eat a burrito, take it easy.
“As soon as I’m clean.”
I’m not a germaphobe. Fuck. Yes. Yes, yes I am. I’m obsessive-compulsive and I hate germs. Hunting isn’t the best line of work to be in with a condition like that, but what can I say? I make it work, no medication involved. Once I figured out that chewing gum can ease anxiety, I bought stock in Trident. Takes the edge off, it really does.
So here I was now, freshly showered, in clean undergarments and a clean shirt. I’d been waiting the last few minutes for a load of jeans and sweats to dry. When I went into the laundry room, however, the whole load of bottoms was gone. Disappeared. Bermuda triangulated.
The accused in The Case of My Missing Pants opened the door to the laundry room, took a step inside and sipped whiskey from a glass, his other hand hidden behind his back.  
“What is it, dearest?”
The mischievous look on his face gave him away. I planted my hands on his chest – okay, more like his abdomen. I’m short. Leave me alone. – and shoved hard. “Where the hell are my pants?!”
Dean threw his head back and chuckled. “So, so, so, very worked up. You see, this is why Sam and I don’t go case to case anymore. Better to come back here, refresh, re-charge your batteries.”
He presented his other hand; another glass of whiskey, for me. I reached for it, but he took it away. “I swear to God, if you don’t give me the whiskey and my pants …”
“You’re not going to do anything,” Dean scoffed as though I were a petulant child. “I’ll make you a deal. Come into the kitchen with me, drink this whiskey, and I’ll give you your pants.”
Not having much energy left in me to argue, I accepted the whiskey and marched my pretty little ass to the kitchen. I hoisted myself up on the counter, downed the whiskey in three gulps, and demanded my pants.
“Fuck,” Dean mumbled. “That didn’t work out like I wanted it to.”
“How did you want it to work out?”
He came closer, in between my legs, and softly ran his hands up my thighs. “Well, I’ll admit, it wasn’t an idea I had until you pranced out of your room in those lacy boyshorts. I’ve told you before, they make me crazy.”
I smirked. I had the upper-hand now. “If you ever want to see these lacy boyshorts again, you’ll give. Me. My. Fucking. Pants.”
Dean kissed my lips. “Oh, I have other plans for you, your pants, and those boyshorts. Most of it involves my bedroom floor.”
Hamilton: A new song written by AI — Deep Writing
I trained an LSTM Recurrent Neural Network (a deep learning algorithm) on all the song lyrics from Hamilton.
By Max Deutsch

I trained an LSTM Recurrent Neural Network (a deep learning algorithm) on all the song lyrics from Hamilton. I then asked it to produce a new song based on what it learned. Here’s the song.

All the words and character assignments are from the AI. However, I added a bit of formatting to aid readability. Also, I tried to add strategic line breaks (//) to make it rhyme as best as possible (i.e. my interpretation on how it should be sung or rapped). I bolded my suggested rhymes and soft rhymes.

Tryin’ for a glass! Split, college. Oceans same. // Outmanned Grandpa’s go… ‘specially four. To the city will stay.

Sir, this way

I challenge

Let’s know, they have two States. There is a second? // And his way Empires duel to go. Just damn it // They know wonders upside I’m on, ya number // Maybe a side! So she’s a father, sir

Work! dadada its world // show it could tell all

what the flaming fuck is even going on here