but i'll put him in there anyway

Voltron AU where everything is the same except the Blade of Marmora episode is basically the RING OF FIRE!!! scene from Finding Nemo

Kolivan: Brother Antok, proceed.
Antok: Keith! Newcomer of red and white! You have been called forth to the space between spaces to join us in the fraternal bonds of bladehood!
Keith: … huh?
Thace: We want you in our club, kid.

okay, imagine
  • Simon buys this new awesome car, after baz teaches him how to drive
  • Baz is literally in love with the car

  • because damn

  • what a beauty

  • so they are at their private garage when simon shows him

  • and simon tells baz he’ll give him a ride

  • simon gets in the driver seat

  • and baz sits in the passenger seat

  • simon puts the key into the ignition

  • and baz is awaiting impatiently

  • because simon doesn’t start the fucking car

  • instead, he turns his head left, looking at baz

  • and gets closer, and closer

  • and kisses him

  • and snogs him senseless

  • i mean, so wild that he actually has to sit on top of baz

  • and baz gets so turned on

  • so he goes to take simon’s shirt off

  • except simon stops him and grabs his wrists

  • he tilts his head so his mouth is right beside baz’s ear
  • he opens his mouth and baz can feel his breath tickling his ear
  • it’s so fucking hot, damn

  • and then simon whispers:

  • “front seat’s for people who haven’t been kidnapped by fucking numpties.”
  • (and so simon takes baz to the backseat)

this is for the @carryon-countdown prompt (nov 30th)


Favourite Degrassi character meme: Rasha Zuabi + scenes
 “I’m never going to be Hope. She’s a fantasy and I’m not. I wanted to be Hero because I relate to him. I feel his pain.” 

I make 40 posts about it a day. I know, I’m sorry.

Anakin Skywalker was hella neurodivergent and was doing his best and the council lifted him up and then beat him down and ignored his fairly obvious condition. Not to mention took him from SLAVERY and immediately told him to be a WARRIOR OF PEACE, the whole galaxy’s savior. But that he was too old to be the savior. They taught him he was bad to feel emotion even in the event of his MOTHER’S DEATH which happened in his arms. And then while that was happening they gave him a padawan and then took her, one of his favorite people, away from him. It’s pretty obvious he depends on his favorite people for everything. They mean everything to him. Ahsoka was essentially his adopted daughter. And then she was gone, and it wasn’t fair.

AND THEN- when his paranoia was starting to get out control, Palpatine, who had been hovering and waiting for years, swooped in and told him he was good for something, and that he could prevent the nightmares and visions he had of Padme’s (a person extremely close to him) death from happening. (His children might also be involved in this death, don’t forget.)

And at this point Anakin was in an extremely unstable mental and emotional state and because of the years of hovering, he trusted Paplatine without a second thought. He convinced Anakin easily that if he listened to him, his very overwhelming anxiety and fear of the deaths of his loved ones wouldn’t happen. The events that transpired after that are horrific but they didn’t come out of nowhere. He wasn’t born evil.

I mean watch ROTS. Watch the Mustafar scene. Compare that scene to any from the Clone Wars. He loved both of them so much- and suddenly he thinks BOTH of them are out to get him???? Even though the atrocities he’d just committed was an attempt to save Padme???? That doesn’t seem very neurotypical to me. His mentality and perception of them switches completely. He tries to murder his best friend. His best friend who tells him he loved him before cutting of his limbs and fleeing. His wife dies. It was all for nothing.

Anakin Skywalker is a god damn tragedy and it makes me so sad.



The first time was unplanned. He looked up at me from under that damn tree, his hair sticking up like always. I wanted to be the one making it look like such a fucking mess. I wanted to run my hands through that horrible messy hair of his and to kiss him, and for him to kiss me back.

I don’t know what made me break just then. Maybe it was the way that he bit his lip in slight confusion as I lingered for a moment longer than usual without insulting him. Maybe it was just because I simply could not hold back any longer after all these years. Either way, I broke. As he stood to confront me (probably expecting to be hexed), I took him by the shoulders and pulled him close. Before I could think or her could react, I kissed him. It almost seemed as if he was kissing me back for a moment, that all of my hoping and fantasizing could be brought to reality. Of course, nothing like that could ever happen to me. He quickly shoved me away, his face contorted with confusion and anger.

“What the fuck, Mal-”
His green eyes, his fucking beautiful bright green eyes, went blurry for a moment. He sat back down against the tree. As he refocused, he narrowed his eyes at me.

“What are you looking at, Potter?” I managed to snap at him bitterly, hoping that I didn’t look flustered.

“Sod off, Malfoy.” He spat back, turning back to his book.


The second time happened with intent. After I realized that I could hypothetically continue to snog Potter every time we were alone together, I decided to seize the opportunity before Christmas break ended and everyone got back.

This time, I stopped him in the corridor outside of the Gryffindor common room.

“What do y-”

My lips were already on his, taking all I could out of the moment in the split second before he could push me away again.


I briskly walked around the corner. He would not even remember seeing me this morning.

That night, I lay awake trying to recall every detail of the kiss, of Harry fucking Potter’s lips. I’m nearly positive that it was just my foolish desire screwing with my mind, but it felt almost like he relaxes, even if it was just for one second before I wiped his memory.

But no, that’s not possible.


By the fifth time, it was almost a habit to sweep him away in the corridors.


By the tenth time, it was simply second nature once I neared him.


By the twentieth time, it had become an addiction. In only three days, everybody would be back and it would be nearly impossible to get Harry alone ever again.


I had only one thought in my mind: “I am completely, hopelessly in love with Harry Potter, and I am completely, hopelessly fucked.”


I find myself drawing my mind the moment I see him leave the library. (He’s been spending quite a lot of time in there lately. I wonder what he’s up to.) He looks unusually determined, however. I’ll just walk by this time and pretend to be on my way to- I don’t know, it’s not like I expect him to interrogate me or anything.

“What are you up to, Malfoy?” Potter asks accusingly as if it’s against the rules to stroll the castle.

Or maybe he is planning to interrogate me.

“What’s it to you, Potter?” I reply, continuing to walk. He grabs my shoulder before I pass him.

“Maybe I don’t want to be snogged and obliviated every day.” He said, raising an eyebrow.


This could ruin me.

I don’t even want to think about how many years in Azkaban this will be, obliviating Harry Potter, kissing him, at least 25 times, without his consent.

But why does he look so damn amused? He probably can’t wait to see me behind bars.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Potter.” I growl, glaring at him. His hand is still on my shoulder. I don’t move.

He holds up a book, “Memory Games: Recognizing and Curing Minor Obliviation”.

“I think you do know what I’m talking about, Draco.”

“You can’t tell anyone, Potter. This could ruin me. Please, I’ll- I don’t know, just-”

“I’m not going to tell anyone.”

This takes me completely by surprise. Why wouldn’t he want me arrested, humiliated, ruined? After all, we’ve always been enemies of a sort.


Damn my nervous stutter.

“Well, I said I didn’t want to be snogged and obliviated, but I wouldn’t mind just knocking off the memory-wiping part.”

Is he saying that he wants to kiss me?

“So I wouldn’t mind if you kept it up, minus the obliviating part of course. How does that sound?”

I’m frozen. Harry wants to kiss me. He wants me to kiss him. I want to say something, but I’m just gaping like a bloody fool. His hand drifts down my shoulder and he takes my hand, lightly tugging me just a little bit forward. I’m so close I can feel his breath on my face. He closes the distance between us and suddenly I can move again. This time, it feels so much nicer. I have time to feel his lips on mine, to feel him softly kissing back. It’s not rushed and forceful like all of the other times. It’s slow and soft and filled with emotion. As he pulls apart from me, I gasp quietly. Of course since my emotions are such a fucking mess today, this causes me to blush and I’m sure I look like an idiot.

“It sounds wonderful.” I say, smiling uncontrollably.

“Wonderful.” He replies, leaning back into me.



Do not allow him to consume you. If he does not call, go to sleep. If he does not message, put your phone away and have a fantastic day anyway. If he acts distant when you are with him and refuses to tell you what is wrong, don’t wait for him, go home and do something you love. If he tries to insinuate you do not need your friends now that you have him, spend more time with your friends. If he tries to teach you a lesson through the silent treatment, ignore him completely.
If he plays with your feelings constantly, walk away from him. If he acts like your body is his entitlement when you are not ready, walk away from him. If he says terrible, unforgivable things and threatens to leave you after every argument, walk away from him. If he forbids you from doing anything you love, walk away from him. If he claims ownership of your accomplishments, walk away from him. If he demeans you or disrespects your being a girl and refuses to stop when you tell him it hurts, walk away from him.
I cannot stress this enough, you live for yourself first. He is a secondary character in the story of your life. Do not allow him to turn you into a secondary character in your own book.

— Nikita Gill, Advice for Teenage Girls Finding Their Way Through Love.

8 Renaud @renaudcr7 UTOPIA

I needed cover art for a Darkpath playlist so I drew this up for it, because I have too many songs and I needed to put them somewhere

Also since Hiro gets his mask slashed so much he finally just gave up (later in the story) and only wears half of it. Can’t say I blame him. Poor guy.

Anyway, click for 8tracks playlist if music is up your alley!

Tracklist - 

Make Me Real - She / Unity - Shinedown / The One Who Laughs Last - Downplay / From Roots to Needles - If These Trees Could Talk / Rise (ft Skylar Grey) - David Guetta / Novocaine - Fall Out Boy / Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead / Twilight RX - She / See What I’ve Become - Zack Hemsey / Gone - Daughtry / Not Strong Enough - Apocalyptica / War Paint - Kelly Clarkson / I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young

it had been nearly two hours in the public library and joel had only read one sentence out of his book. he couldn’t bring himself to finish the book ( or begin it, really ) when all he got in return was a worksheet telling him to ‘critically analyze what the author meant on page seventy-four, paragraph three, line twelve’. at least he put in the EFFORT to get good grades, he knew if he didn’t get his F in english up, he wouldn’t be getting the full ride he wanted. he reread the first sentence of the book, his lips moving with the words before he slammed the small, hard covered book down on the wooden table and sighed loudly in frustration. he crossed his arms ( much like a toddler ) and stating aloud, “reading sucks.”

Wrote some Blackmadhi (/beginnings of, anyway) because I’ve fallen into this ship more than I thought I would and I cannot get up.  Has some implied past Blackbright/Phantomquill.  Deals with some PTSD nightmares on Simon’s part.  Slight spoilers for AA6.  Approx. 2350 words. 

Simon couldn’t help but wonder how exactly he got in this position.

How he was in a hotel room with one Prosecutor Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, who had fallen asleep in the bed next to his own at least two hours ago with absolutely no issues.  The monk’s long hair was splayed across his pillows as gracefully as the man himself slept. It was kind of irritating, Simon couldn’t help but think.  It would have been somewhat nice to see Nahyuta’s sleeping state to be the exact opposite of his conscious persona: perhaps some drooling, hair in knots and tangled everywhere…it would have been excellent material for Simon’s phone. But no, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was as…ethereal in his sleep as he was at any other time.

And perhaps, most frustrating, was the fact that Nahyuta fell asleep with no problems whatsoever.

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You know, the thing that hurts me the most, more than the shit She Li tells him or the fact that the fucker thought he’s the best option around (because his situation is bad already, right? needs some saving) is how.. easily Guan Shan gives in. Like it doesn’t matter anyway if he goes to school or not. If he gets in trouble or not. If he’s going to be used, because he’s used to being treated that way. “don’t put on a victimized face” “that is your fate” — he’s told he’s not allowed to fight it (what a disgusting way to fucking manipulate someone). Even if there’s trouble, maybe he doesn’t tell his mother about it. Thinks it’s better to handle it by himself. And I feel like he’s carrying some sort of burden that he shouldn’t carry for his age, but what can he do? He doesn’t, really, seem to find other options. Like, maybe he’s clinging to this hope that things might get better if I do this, and it doesn’t matter if I feel like shit if things end up good. He’s really so desperate, he might do anything to make it work. And it pains and worries me and I really, really hope He Tian reaches out before it’s too late. Makes him believe he’s worth more that, that there might be other options, too, if he allows it. He’s maybe the only one who can make this stop. Because, at this point, I think there’s already some sort of subtle parallel between He Tian and She Li (and I will probably get on that later). At least, that what I’m seeing (?) or maybe that’s what I want to see.

I don’t want Guan Shan to follow this shady, dangerous path, I don’t want him to believe that’s all he’s worth. I’m aware his situation might be more difficult than we can predict, but still, still, he deserves to be safe and happy.

anonymous asked:

Mayu and 8 please! (I ship AkaMayu (OTP), KuroMayu, and literally just anything bottom!Mayu ... but ... um ... whoever you ship him with ... um I don't what to put here ... at all ... um ... I adore your art ... ) I'm sorry.

Hi anon! Thank youu~ >w<! And since I also ship Mayu with those two, I said to myself, “why not ot3?” So here you have~ (Although I don’t know if this counts as AkaMayuKuro ‘cause I failed at trying to think in bottom!Mayu outside the nsfw/lol).

• Special thanks to strangulated-harlot!! She was the one who gave me this idea along with lots of other amazing headcanons of these three~♥ *hugs tight*

“Mmm… This is really interesting.”

I did a little reigen-centric comic set to the second half of the song “Self Esteem” by Andrew Jackson Jihad! (I had to put it as a link and not as an audio post because tumblr is a butt.) Enjoy!!