cast in place

Black Paladin Week Day 6: Duty/Choice


‘Paladin,’ said the shadowy priest before him. ‘You must choose, or both lives are forfeit. The Prodigium will have its prize. The quintessence of a paladin of Voltron will sustain our planet for Deca-Phoebs to come.’

In front of him, Pidge and Keith hung by their feet over a broad and smoking pit. Both were beaten and bloodied, Pidge unconscious and with half her uniform torn free, and Keith with his right arm dangling at a horrible angle. He bled freely from his nose and mouth. His hair was stiff with it.

‘Shiro,’ he said, weakly. Desperately.

Shiro pulled at the iron-cast arms holding him in place. They were utterly surrounded: comms dead, Hunk and Lance light years away with Olio and Matt, and the castle ship in the cold atmosphere far above them. The black bayard burned against Shiro’s thigh, but with his hands restrained he was powerless to do anything.

The room shook as the planet gave a great, shuddering sigh. The amassed guards screamed in terror, throwing their arms towards their leader, beseeching him: solve this, make the sacrifice. They’d wanted all three paladins thrown to the Prodigium, a gargantuan beast upon whom the Prodigiers had built their society. But Shiro, ever diplomatic, had bargained: his life so the others could go free. But the priest had denied him. He was “impure”. His arm would not please the beast. Better the flesh and bones of his comrades.

The planet-beast howled and a great cloud of mist rose up from the hole. Keith screamed, his skin scorching red. Pidge stirred where she hung.

‘Choose!’ cried the priest. ‘Or I will cut them both free!’

‘No…’ Shiro’s eyes darted between them both. It was impossible. Impossible. Arms restrained, comms down, comrades broken, strung up like dead calves. ‘No…’

‘Shiro…’ Pidge called, her voice fluttering with terrified confusion. ‘Keith?’

Again, the room rumbled violently. Debris shook loose and fell on the shoulders and heads of the priest’s guards.

‘Choose!’ roared the priest.

‘Shiro?’ Keith was reaching with his good arm, his torso bending to bring him just one inch closer to Shiro. His eyes shone like opal, bore into the back of Shiro’s skull. Please, they said. Please.

Pidge was struggling now, whimpering with horror and helplessness. ‘Keith? Shiro? Keith? Keith?’

‘Paladin!’ the priest was livid. Spit flew from his mouth. ‘You will choose now or I will cast them both into the flames of eternity!’

‘Shiro!’ Keith called. His left hand shook, straining for Shiro. His eyes said please, please, please, please. But he couldn’t help him. He couldn’t– 

‘I’m sorry!’


A sound tore itself from Keith’s throat, and in the same moment came a sudden weightlessness at Shiro’s thigh. A bolt of purple lightning shot across the room: the black bayard. It flashed in Keith’s left hand.

‘No!’ cried Shiro. 

But the blade was swift and true.

kristenanniebell: Shout out to the props and art Dept on @nbcthegoodplace.
Here is the homework they handed us for Chidis ethics class:

Moral Particularism: Why Everything I Say is Right and Why Everything You Say is Wrong.

Moral Particularism: And Other Things I Learned From Claire Danes Father In Law.

Moral Particularism: Literally Everything You Could Ever Know About Moral Particularism.

Moral Particularism: The Greatest Unsolved Mystery. BY JASON MENDOZA, Age 27


some of my fav cast tweets from 2.10    [all episodes]



#kdramawomensweek: day 8 // age of youth love-fest | happy international women’s day!

So I pretty much put together some of my favorite scenes from Age of Youth. They’re all scenes that really hit me hard emotionally or just personally resonated with me. When Jin Myung, whose feelings have slowly been bubbling underneath the surface, finally overflows with emotion, full of rage and agony. She finally demands the apology she’s been silently asking for. When she fell to the floor in sobs, I cried with her. I felt that grief. When Yi Na realizes she’s been holding herself back and finally lets herself go. Dammit, that scene just hit me. When Eun Jae blows up and just begs for the housemates to be nice to her I could personally relate to her pain and just how nervous she must have felt to finally let that out and tell these almost strangers how alienated they made her feel and how much it had hurt her. That’s not easy.

As you can see, most of my favorite scenes include the girls all together. The relationship that developed between these girls, different in pretty much every way, from being strangers just living in a house together to sisters that loved and protected each other in any way they could was really the main strength of the show. Even that hilarious scene when the girls beat up Eun Jae’s boyfriend because they think he’s some stranger out to hurt her shows just how willing they are to protect each other. I mean, they burst out of the house the second they heard Eun Jae scream. The girls immediately went to comfort Ye Eun when she finally broke up with a boyfriend she loved so much. And when Eun Jae finally comes home after being out all night, the girls just hug her, saying that everything is okay because she’s here and she’s safe. I’m tearing up just thinking of the scene. That love for each other that made them one of the best friendships of 2016 and just in general.

What I love about the girls individual stories is the journey they went through during the drama and where they ended up. They don’t end the drama suddenly complete and whole, but you know they’ve set themselves on that track. They learn to start forgiving and loving themselves. The ghosts they’ve lived with are never completely gone but they’re not held back and tortured by them anymore.

Anyway, what I really want to say is that I love these girls so so so so so much. There’s really nothing I can say that can convey the amount of love I have for this drama and the Belle Epoque girls. It warms my heart when I think of them and I’m just so happy there’s going to be a season 2.

emimelon  asked:

is michael taller than jeremy or the other way around??? 0: i keep seeing it differently everywhere-- also i love your art so much and it gives me life when i get your blog's notifications, i'd fight for u

michael is taller!