Very clean but she has a huge stack of medical books on her desk built like a fortress.
Always fretting over her roommate to make sure they are taking care of themselves, exercising, eating healthy, sleeping at a decent hour (honestly when you are in college wtf is sleep)
Always a great study buddy during exams or needs general advice
The room has to be clean and follow a specific aesthetic on both sides of the room or else it will drive her crazy.
Cleans and moves items around every day so the space looks “presentable”
Generally very quiet and distant but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to be your friend. She just isn’t the best at socialising at times.
Loves having cute small plants in the room to give it some…life, haha.
Very energetic roommate who insists on spontaneous outings whether that is going to McDonald’s at midnight or going to one of Lucio’s parties
Pretty clean room overall but she often leaves her hoodies scattered all the place. Girl can’t stay committed to one jacket in a single day.
Instantly become BFF’s with this gal as she is very open and LOVES to talk about dating or gossiping.
Insists that every Friday you and she go out to have a girls night. It could be anything that the two of you like whether that be shopping, watching a movie, getting a pedicure, a n y t h i n g.
So. Many. Bloody. Posters. All colourful of her favourite video games and K-Pop stars.
She is very cool as a roommate but beware you will have to stay up late every night when D.Va streams and is playing video games. So noise may be a problem.
Has a terrific fashion sense and will always hook you up with a cute outfit depending on the occasion (she will dress you up for a party or a date, no matter what)
She isn’t the one to go to for studying as she is the master at procrastinating. Somehow she does everything last minute and gets decent grades.
You barely see her that much in residence or on campus since she is either working out or practising with her competitive team.
Kinda like a big sister figure who is totally down to crushing some guys who were being dicks.
Because she isn’t around much, the room is relatively clean and barely do you have to remind her to do her part of the cleaning. She always takes her vows seriously.
The closet space is full of Zarya’s weights, sports balls, and other equipment.
Pretty shy and has the cutest smile. Like you want to engulf her in a hug upon meeting her and omg you were so lucky to have her as your roomie.
She is always so positive and an early riser. While you might feel a bit dead inside this girl has brought you a cup of coffee to see if it will give you that wake-up call.
A great study buddy when needed. She knows everything about geography and various sciences. This girl always gets straight A’s in everything she does.
Loves buying you cute small gifts when you are stressed. Bless her soul <3
Has so much tech in the room that it looks like a hacking centre rather than a bedroom.
While she might look a bit shady she is pretty darn cool and will be brutally honest with you.
Always has some random person in the room. Often times she is helping them get back at another person for their douche behaviour. Sombra is like the avenger for all broken hearts.
Does this girl get any sleep? Or leave the room? Whenever you get back from a class, Sombra is always seated at her desk doing god knows what. When you remark on her hermit skills she just laughs and says, “You don’t even know half of what I do sweetheart.”
Really clean, simple, minimalistic look space.
A polite and honest guy overall. He isn’t really into parties but isn’t a hardcore introvert who stays in his room all day.
Always willing to help and always knows when something is on your mind. He just sits in his seat and watches you carefully before speaking if you are alright.
That guy who will always invite you to go to the dining hall with. He just wants you to feel comfortable and included <3
Like Jack, his room is pretty average and simple but carries his go to basketball, small weights, jump rope,
I swear this man have so many pairs of sweatpants. That’s all he really wears so the laundry basket is always full of his dirty sweatpants.
Really chill and can be such a tease and a pain. But if you are stressed or pissed about something this guy will insist you two go out to town or exercise that toxic out of your system.
Did I say that he gives great advice and is the perfect wingman? This guy knows how to make chicks soon and he always has a guest over.
So much anime posters and one inspirational quote is plastered on the door. Despite his weebness he is really cool and inspirational to others!
The room always feels so clean and calm. Genji always makes sure that a nice scent of peppermint is circulating in the air.
Wakes up very early in the morning and is so quiet about it. Like if you had a busy night he will make sure the next morning that he is extra careful to not wake you up.
Will unexpectedly bring you a cup of tea every day. The flavours vary and it is always exciting to see what he brings the next day.
Dude’s got cool lights attached around the ceiling and glow a faint light that isn’t too harsh for the eyes.
So excited and hyper to be here! Honestly, this sweet guy is asking all kinds of question such as where you from, your name, what program you are in etc.
Encourages you to go to parties. He is little too great at persuading you to join him. But the night always ends on a good note so who cares.
Always asks for your opinion on his demos. If you don’t like it, he will work on it again until you are satisfied with it. Seems like you got a good music taste.
The room is like military clean on the first week but afterward it is pretty messy, with McCree’s shirts and pants littered all over the floor that didn’t quite make it to the full basket and more dirty clothes.
If you need a friend to binge watch a tv show or movie series, this guy is so down with it. He likes to just sit back, share a case of beer and have fun.
He snores very loudly at exactly 4 AM and it drives you crazy. The cowboy on rare nights does have bad nightmares and when you wake him up to ask if he is okay he will just smile and shrug it off.
Probably spends most of the time in the common lounge room as he likes to sit back and talk to anyone who may be around. Literally brings the floor together with his cheesy jokes and natural charms.
The room looks like a bomb went off….oh wait a bomd did just go off!
Crazy messy that honestly it is probably best that you burn the room and start all over (don’t give Junkrat any ideas now!)
Junkrat is rather wild but when he isn’t doing something dangerous he is just fun to be around. Dude always has the most wicked sense of humour.
This guy barely studies but in certain courses he is brilliant. No one on the floor expected this kid to be really smart at something. Don’t be deceived by his wild looks.
Looks like a space station. Kidding. But he does have a poster of Albert Einstein.
Has the biggest stash of peanut butter tucked away under his bed that no one knows bout except his roommate.
A gentle fellow who always encourages you to reach your potential. He is amazing at teaching and giving very heartwarming lectures about working hard and doing what you love most.
Is the floor representative and all the RA’s in the residence building loves him for his optimistic attitude (plus he doesn’t break the rules…unlike Junkrat).
Hello from the queue! By the time you read this, I will hopefully be out having all sorts of adventures. I know I’m sick, but I’m so excited to be on the East Coast, friends. I’m jazzed. I’m ready to sprint down the Freedom Trail barefoot and arm wrestle the ghost of Goody Proctor, but at the time of writing it’s 3 am, so I’m going to hold off on that.
Anyway, here’s Wonderwall Darkiplier, just as promised. I’m still not great at the art thing, but I really like the tie! Hooray, progress! Sort of. Well, I had fun, anyway.
I’ll leave you with some words of advice from @markiplier: If you want to do anything, anything at all, all you have to do is start. You started just by getting up today. I’m so proud of you! Keep it up!
Sherlock: Headcanon being Mycroft's daughter and skipping school for "working" with your uncle
Can this actually be my life please I wanna work with Sherlock. I had fun writing this AHHAH thanks for the request anon!
Being Mycroft’s daughter and skipping school for “work” with your uncle:
Sherlock likes taking you along to cases for three reasons: to annoy Mycroft, your deductions are entertaining, and sometimes you make good suggestions.
“This case is particularity gruesome, Sherlock.” “Call a cab, John, we’re picking up (y/n).” “Did you not just hear me say ‘gruesome’, Sherlock?” “I know. Perfect for (y/n).”
Mycroft obviously doesn’t drive you to school everyday, one of his assistants do.
Sherlock is already at your school, waiting for your car to drive away.
“Sherlock, I really don’t think we should be taking (y/n) out of class-” “Shut up John, the case is much more interesting than whatever Literature class (y/n) is in right now. She’s much too advanced for that educational nonsense.”
Sherlock goes to the school office during your first class.
“(y/n) Holmes, please report to the office. Your uncle is here saying there is a family emergency.” “Family emergency? I don’t think- Sherlock!”
You love hanging out with Sherlock and John. John likes hanging out with you too, but he disagrees with Sherlock on taking you out of school. Sherlock doesn’t care.
Sherlock always asks for your opinion before John’s. That kind of pisses John off, but then again he’s secretly fascinated at how tolerant and nice Sherlock is to his niece. Watching the two of you interact restores some faith in John that Sherlock is actually human.
“Ew, Sherlock look! That’s gross!” “Yes, good deduction, very articulate. Gross indeed.”
Sometimes Lestrade is there, and he’s always confused when he sees you.
“(y/n)? Isn’t she supposed to be at school?” “No, Lestrade, she’s here to help replace Anderson. And don’t you dare call Mycroft.” “I already did.” “George!” “It’s Greg!”
So Sherlock has to rush you back to school before Mycroft is there, but his car is already waiting outside the school.
“Hi dad.” “Don’t ‘hi dad’ me, (y/n). Where’s your uncle?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Really, (y/n), you’re as difficult as your uncl- SHERLOCK! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
So Sherlock has to sit next to you in the car and the both of you usually get a lecture. Mycroft lectures Sherlock about taking you out of school to see dead bodies and he lectures you about actually going with Sherlock.
But that doesn’t stop Sherlock from taking you to more cases and it doesn’t stop you from joining him.
Elriel (with a side of Nessian). Adorable with a touch of smut. Elain’s POV.
“Excited to be an aunt?”
I look up to find Azriel standing above me with his hands in
his pockets and his head tilted slightly to the left. He’s dressed casually in
his training pants and an old tunic, he must have just come from the rooftop
with Rhys. Sweat has forced his dark hair to be matted against his forehead and
his shirt to cling to his sculpted chest, his arms, his abs.
It is only when he approaches me that I realize I’d been
“Yes,” I yawn, reluctantly. “Can’t you tell?”
He smiles, softly. “You should get some rest. I’ll let you
know when it’s coming.”
“It should be soon!” I argue, although I do not know that to
be true. “Any minute. Really.”
He senses my lie, but instead of pushing me further, he
scoops me into his arms and walks down the hallway.
I do not protest. Sleep does sound marvelous. I’ve been
sitting outside Nesta and Cassian’s door since before breakfast. It was almost
nightfall, and her contractions are nowhere near where they need to be. All I
hear is Nesta screaming and cursing, damn
you Cass for doing this to me being the most popular.
In which Cassian laughs and replies, you’re welcome, beautiful.
Feyre has been coming and going all day with buckets full of
ice and cold water and new, dry towels. Although I cannot contribute much,
except for the occasional head pop-in to ask how things are going and if
anything else is needed, I haven’t been able to force myself to leave my spot
in the hallway.
Just in case.
Azriel, apparently, does not see the point in that.
“You’ll come get me when it’s time?”
“I would not have said yes otherwise.”
“Are you getting sassy with me?” I lift my eyebrows, in
which he replies with a breathy laugh.
Azriel and I have become good friends in the last two years,
since my living here became permanent after the war with Hybern. Although, I
would be lying if I were to say I did not find him beautiful, and kind, and
completely perfect in every way.
Some days I think he’ll make his move, reveal his feelings
for me, but then I remember that it’s Azriel and find myself embarrassed for
even thinking such a thing. But now, with my head on his shoulder listening to
the rapid beat of his heart, realizing that he’s still carrying me in his arms down
the hall, I wonder if those thoughts were not made up after all.
One of his wings brushes my back, making me gasp, and his
body turns rigid from my reaction.
He kicks open my door with his muddy boot and I notice the
shadows beginning to creep around his shoulders.
“Rhysand will not be pleased with the muddy footprint on his
door,” I scold.
He lies me down on my bed and pulls off my boots, one by one.
“Rhys can come find me if he has a problem. I’ll tell him I was escorting a
beautiful woman to her bed.”
Realizing his words, he begins shaking his head, thinking
I’d take offence. But, instead, I burst out laughing. Perhaps it’s the lack of
sleep, or the glass of wine Mor had brought me an hour ago, and then refilled
twice, but I am feeling bold. Giddy, even.
“Does your escorting end here?”
He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, but
nothing comes out.
My cheeks turn red. It must be the buzz. Az doesn’t think of
me like that. I am like a child to him. A friend, nothing more.
“I thought you wanted me to keep an eye on Nesta,” he says,
instead, an underlying question in his statement.
“And what do you
want?” I say, before I can stop myself.
Yes, definitely the wine.
He watches me for a long moment and I realize I must look a
mess. I haven’t bathed since yesterday. I haven’t even brushed my hair, for
Cauldron’s sake. He must pity me, my rumpled clothes and smudged makeup.
But, as he takes a step closer, I realize that is probably a
question that he does not get asked a lot. And, for a moment, he looks
And when he takes a step toward me, then another, then
slumps to his knees before me as I sit on my bed, I can’t stop the heat from
spreading from my cheeks, to my stomach, to places I wasn’t aware that heat
could be felt.
“I want…” he pauses, placing his head in my lap, then taking
my delicate hands in his scarred ones before looking back up to me. “I want you
to know how beautiful a person you are. I want to know what it’s like to love,
and be loved, by someone like you.”
I am so stunned that I cannot properly string a sentence
together. He watches me, lips slightly parted, as if he just revealed the secrets
of the universe. And, in a way, I feel like he did.
Here is a male who has been alive for hundreds of years
before I was even thought of and formed in the womb, a male who has slain on
the battlefield, a male who has met thousands of females who would no doubt
love him….and yet, he is before me, on his knees, sweaty, dark hair falling
into his eyes and large, membranous wings looming behind him, looking no more
than a shy boy, a dark soul, a fallen angel.
I take his face in my hands and kiss his forehead, gently.
“There has not been a day in a very long time that I have not wondered the same
Something broke loose in him, then. Something wild,
animalistic. The wild fae beneath the bashful male.
I had always associated him with utter gentleness. But, the
male before me was anything but gentle.
A question looms in his eyes and I nod before I can second
guess, if a second guess would ever even come.
I doubt it.
He slides one arm behind my back and lifts me further back
onto the bed, until my head is sinking in my collection of floral pillows.
“Elain…” he whispers, but stops, as if any other word he could
say would not be good enough for this moment.
Instead, his lips brush mine in a soft, tender rhythm. Once.
Twice. Thrice. Harder, and a little more confident, until my fingers are intertwined
in his hair and his abs are pressing against my stomach.
A small gasp escapes my lips as his mouth moves to the hollow
of my throat, and he thrives on that gasp as he kicks off his muddy boots and
they hit my floor with a thud. His bare
feet, rough and calloused, run up my shins before I wrap my legs around his
He unbuttons my dress, slowly, one by one, keeping his eyes
on mine, in case I were to protest. I don’t. I won’t. I can’t, I am completely
His lips find mine, once again, and I do not stop until we
are one in the same, two beings in the same space, two bodies in search for the
He thrusts once, twice, three times until I am begging him
He is gentle, but rough, and I have trouble breathing as I
can’t find where my body ends and his begins. I was never loved by a human man,
but I can’t imagine it would be anything close to this. This is magic. This is
beauty. This is a love that only comes around once in a lifetime, even if that
life is immortal.
By the time I realize how loud I’m moaning his name, how I’m
holding onto him, afraid he’ll disappear into the shadows, it’s over, and I
instantly want him again. That nearness. The closeness. The feeling of utter
He’s hovering over me, still, shuddering, sweating, kissing
me gently. He brushes the brown locks out of my eyes and laughs, gently, before
wrapping me in his wings and holding onto me, afraid I’ll disappear into the
After we catch our breath, we fall back into our dance, into
The sound of crying jolts me from my sleep. Azriel is still
lying next to me in my bed, an inked arm draped across my stomach. I slither
out of his grasp, making my best attempt not to wake him, and fall onto the
cold, wooden floorboards. I grab a shirt off the ground and toss on my robe
before freezing at the sight of his bare body lying upon my blankets. I blush,
force myself to look away, and ease into the hallway.
Faelight leads me down the hallway as the crying stops.
Feyre is standing outside of the door, eyeing me as I approach.
“Is she here? Is it a she? A he? Feyre, answer me!”
My younger sister laughs. “We don’t know yet. It just
happened, Cassian will come get us when it’s time. Nes just wanted it to be the
two of them.”
I nod, understandingly. “Okay, good.”
“Don’t worry,” she winks. “You didn’t miss anything.”
She takes me in, then, for the first time. Her eyebrows
raise and her lips open, slightly, then turn into a bright smile. “Is that
I glance down and curse myself softly. A dress. I wore a
dress, today. I pull my robe closer around me and shrug.
practically squeals and I hastily shhh her.
“How was it?”
“Was he timid? Was he rough? Oh, was he-”
“Is it true about the wingspan?”
The door swings open, leaving us both silent as we take in a
sweaty, panting Cassian. His cheeks are red, as if he’s been crying. We both
run into the warrior’s arms, the new father, and congratulate him before
sneaking further into the room.
Nesta sits propped against her headboard, looking far too pristine
for just giving birth, cradling a tiny, brown-haired infant in a bundle of
She looks at us, pure pride radiating off her. “Meet your
aunts, little love,” she whispers, and Feyre and I are instantly by her side.
“It’s a girl,” Cassian says from behind us, exhaustingly,
“What’s her name?” Feyre asks.
Cassian opens his mouth, but Nesta speaks first. “We don’t
know, yet. We can’t agree.”
That doesn’t surprise me.
I take the baby in my arms, and Nesta freezes. “Is that
Cassian gasps from behind me, and I turn to find his
eyebrows wiggling uncontrollably.
“Wingspan?” Nesta whispers.
“Mmm,” Feyre sighs. “I asked the same thing.”
“You are all ridiculous. A baby was just brought into the
world,” I scold.
“We’re discussing this later,” Nesta orders.
“A discussion in which I will also be present for,” Cassian
I can’t help but laugh as I look down at the baby sleeping
in my arms. If this baby has Nesta’s will and Cassian’s humor…Mother help us
“She’s beautiful,” I say, wondering if I will one day be
blessed enough to have one of my own. “Will she grow wings?”
“She will,” Cassian sits at the foot of the bed and pulls
Nesta’s feet into his lap. “She’ll be able to hide them though, like Rhys,
since she’s half High Fae.”
“I hope she doesn’t.” Nesta watches her Mate, her eyes
growing misty as the reality of her new life settles in. “I hope she never
Tears dwell in Cassian’s eyes, forcing them to pool up in my
own. If this child has Nesta’s undying love and Cassian’s goodwill….a queen.
This child will be a queen in her own right.
They had to pry me off her. Octavia, they named her. Strong.
Azriel and Rhysand found us mere minutes after Feyre and I
entered the room. Mor snuck in not five minutes after them, and we all wept,
joyfully, for the new member of the Court of Dreams.
We passed her around while she cried and watched us
curiously with her gray-blue eyes, the eyes of our mother. Azriel stayed close
to me, his hand constantly brushing mine, for the majority of the night, having
gone to get himself another shirt before joining us. You look much better in my clothes than I do, he told me at one
point, making me blush furiously among our circle.
Rhys eyed my shirt curiously throughout the whole ordeal and
I am convinced Feyre spoke to him through the bond, most likely promising him
details later, because he eventually stopped.
Now, my heart is overwhelmed as I lie awake, tracing circles
on Azriel’s bare chest. He’s breathing, softly, steadily, sleeping like
everyone else. My mind is running wild, though, at this newfound romance, at
the birth of my beautiful Octavia.
I laugh, silently, to myself and snuggle up next to my
Illyrian warrior, my fallen angel. I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat,
his hands holding me tightly against him, his wings wrapped around us both, and
I thank the Cauldron my life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.
the main dude has all of the makings of the broody antihero lead but is actually a chill puppy who just cares about the kids in his life
the main brains of the show are a black pilot, a lesbian doctor, and a teenager with adhd
“i’m the asshole who raided the pharmacy. singular.” “i’m also a single asshole.” is the FULL EXTENT of any kind of flirtation/romantic anything between the main male and female characters (even before jake finds out ally is gay), and is their first interaction
related to the above, there is no jealousy or bad blood or anything gross between ally’s girlfriend and jake (who is now her close friend) when they meet
no threat of sexual violence used toward anyone, even though we’re in an apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic world and that’s become the ~norm in dystopian fiction
the main guy is seeking redemption for the death of his sister and mother (in which he is blameless, but feels guilty), and the main girl is just trying to save the world and find her girlfriend - pretty much a swap of the typical action dynamic
ally isn’t sexualized, even by the male guard near her when she is in her underwear
most people in this world are super willing to help each other??? like it’s not ‘let’s exploit this situation for personal gain’ at every turn which gets hella irritating in dystopian fiction
Hi!! I love that you write for Riverdale now. Could you do prompts #1 and #10 for Jughead? Thank you!
Prompts:#1 “You’re the only thing left that is important to me now.” #10 “There was this perfect moment. This perfect moment where everything that I wanted was clearly in front of me… and I understood.”
a/n; this is really bad, sorry.
Word Count: 386
Pairing: Jughead Jones X Reader
The door being knocked on continuously was slightly scaring me as I cautiously made my way over, I let out a sigh when I saw the familiar grey beanie through the window. “Jug, what’s up?” I smiled, opening the door, to see my best friend/kind of boyfriend standing on my front porch, backpack and all. “Can I come in?” He asked, not even waiting for me to say yes, he just walked in while he was talking, not that I minded.
“Everything okay?” I asked, watching as he set the backpack down on the floor, glancing back at me. “There was this perfect moment.” He started off, waiting for me to come join him, which I did, interested in what he was going to say. “This perfect moment where everything that I wanted was clearly in front of me…” He trailed off, I was about to speak but then he added something. “And I understood.” I gave him a small nod, I think most people have those moments but, I’m not entirely sure what hes getting at.
“But now, now I’m not sure about everything.” He sighed, wiping his hands across his face. He went on to explain his home situation, or there lack of. I tried to hold back my sadness, not wanting to make him feel worse, he explained how Archie’s dad had fired his dad for taking supplies from a job sight. Which I understood, he didn’t have a choice, you can’t have employees stealing from you. But I also understood how Jughead felt, and how after that everything went down hill. His father– now a South Side Serpent, knew that his son was living in the drive-in. But didn’t even attempt to do anything.
“I’m so sorry, Juggie.” I squeezed his hand reassuringly, “you’re the only thing left that is important to me now.” He mumbled, I couldn’t help but let the smile work its way onto my face. “we’ll figure something out.” I told him, giving him one last squeeze of the hand.
I noticed you mentioned that you're invested in Klance because it has the best opportunity to be steered towards canon. But what are the thoughts on Kallura? That has some better development in terms of character growth and developing a bond between. So could that necessarily be canon?
Warning! If you really like Kallura, you may not want to read what I’m about to say. I don’t have an actual problem with the ship itself, and I would never dream of hating on anyone who ships it, but I’ve been asked a question and I will answer it honestly.
If I’m answering this objectively, I see far less development in Kallura than Klance. Klance fights, yes, but they have history and emotional involvement. Kallura has a bit of that, but it happened very suddenly and then was resolved very quickly. If a romance was to be formed between Keith and Allura, their conflict should have been stretched out to cause drama (like the continuing Klance conflict), but they resolved their differences very neatly (too neatly, in my opinion). Which tells me that Kallura was not the main aim, not romantically. The Keith-is-Galra conflict seemed like an excuse to develop Keith and Allura’s relationship in general (as well as Allura’s character, mainly), but it wasn’t a romantic lead-in, not with how it was structured. Also, it was… fairly awkward all around. And when Allura was captured that one time, Keith was actively, like, “let’s maybe not rescue her.” Like, even if they have a working friendship because of their situation, they don’t have much chemistry. A romance between them would seem forced, at least as it stands now.
Now, my views on Kallura personally (which are a bit more bitter and ranty, so get ready).
Kallura actively makes me uncomfortable, if I’m being totally honest. It doesn’t have anything to do with the characters themselves, really, but the implications behind the ship. Keith is the hotheaded hero and Allura is the princess. While she is perfectly capable of handling herself, this relationship is so entirely reductive and overdone that the thought of seeing something as diverse and interesting as Voltron plagued by such a relationship actually makes me upset. It’s so stereotypical–especially if Keith becomes leader (which I also hope doesn’t happen). It’s part of the reason why Shallura seems so plausible–because it’s the same potential “leader character falls for princess, etc, etc, etc.” Like, I don’t mind Shallura because it seemed like an obvious option from the beginning due to this same/similar trope (which meant I accepted it from the beginning), but, like I’ve said before, I won’t be butthurt if it doesn’t happen–I’m not emotionally invested because it’s so predictable. And I view Kallura the same way, because–to be frank–if the writers are going the way of Kallura, they’re probably going the way of Keith being the leader too and that’s a story that’s been told so many times before. Kallura is a romance that’s been played out over and over and over and over again. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of the bad boy and the princess. To the point where it nauseates me thinking about it.
It’s not a matter of developement between them–I hope they do develop a better relationship–but as is, development could justify any romantic relationship in the show because every relationship between all the characters are so underdeveloped. But Kallura is the easy way because it’s a story that’s been told time and time again. Keith is the bad boy with the sketchy genes that make him somehow inferior, while Allura is the pure, morally correct princess type that initially disapproves of him.
I do not want to see this romance again. Honestly, if it goes the way of Kallura, I’ll likely stop watching. I’ve seen it too many times. And I think it would be a royal waste of the potential this story has. They have such a diverse cast and such dynamic characters. I want to see something new and fresh. Yes, I am invested in Klance because I want to see these boys who hate one another become friends and realize they have feelings for one another, because it’s a story we see in fic, but that is never followed through within mainstream media. Kallura does nothing progressive and, in my opinion, is more hurtful to a narrative that is trying to bring in diversity than it is helpful. Keith and Lance have chemistry–be it antagonistic or not–and I want to see that followed through on for once. I don’t want to suffer the same disappointment I did in, say, the new Star Trek movies where the perfect relationship–Kirk and Spock–was set aside for some heteronormative trash that hurt both the characters involved (mostly Uhura). It is canon–as said by the original creator–that Kirk and Spock share a relationship strong enough to be physical, if that was the “style” of the time, yet that chemistry and potential was completely ignored.
I’m tired of this. I’m tired of these heteronormative relationships with no chemistry cropping up into spaces that are perfectly viable for other relationships. I’m tired of writers being unable to see the potential because of some stupid societal expectation that everything needs to be cis and straight.
I don’t care if Kallura was a thing in the original show or not, VLD is new and totally different and like they took a chance in making Pidge a girl/struggling with her gender identity, I want to see that trend continue. I want to see this diverse cast become even more diverse. I want it to be a thing that the lions chose these different, faulted people and that all of them represent different ideas and they can still be heroes and role models.
If Keith does become leader, can you imagine how progressive him being gay would be? A gay, none-white leader and main character? Like, yes please!
The narrative doesn’t have room for Kallura without overshadowing other potential LGBT romances. So I don’t want it. I don’t want to watch another show fall into a boring, been there, done that love story when I could get a love story–albeit in the background–that is something progressive and fresh, at least to mainstream media.
Kallura would ruin the show for me in so, so many ways and the idea of it happening literally pains me. I’d rather have no canon relationships than Kallura.
And if you ship it, that’s fine. I’m happy you can enjoy it. But I really, really can’t no matter how I try. I’ve been trying to love every ship in Voltron, but I just… can’t with this one.
“Well that’s always a great way to end a workout” Trini said as she and Kimberly landed at the top of the cliff after they jumped up the chasm and through the water, soaking wet as always.
“Tell me about it. Even though I hate getting soaked every time we leave the ship, I can’t help but appreciate how refreshing it feels.” Kimberly replied. The two of them stayed to train a while after the boys had left, since they enjoyed sparring alone occasionally.
The sun was still setting so they decided to sit on one of the cliffs and let the sunlight dry them off a bit before they headed home. They hiked up the path to their usual spot, still feeling exhausted after their recent training session. Trini pulled her water bottle out of her backpack and let Kimberly have a sip of her water before she drank some herself.
- too cool 4 u - superstar.mp3 - so perfect he literally created another version of him that’s basically his raggedy alter ego - said alter ego is just nikolai playing with ships instead of subjects - ALSO somehow has even more sex appeal than the original which is like… holy shit wow a+ 11/10 would bangbarabangbang - yo ho ho a pirate’s life for me (and a bottle of kvas) - brilliant, talented, showstopping.gif - better than your faves 2kforever - will probably smack his face into the mirror one day bc he’ll be too busy flirting w/ his own reflection - but according to sturmhond crooked noses are in so it’s fine - allergic to the word impossible - meteor shower boy™ - has this really nasty kink called treating your crush/partner with respect and supporting them no matter what. disgusting right - will (and has) sacrificed himself for his kingdom/people……. seriously someone kinkshame him like wtf how dare he - …… be so perfect - did i say perfect? bc p e r f e c t ✨✨✨✨✨✨ - how do you flawless™ - 2 sexy for your crown - nikolai: i don’t like drama!!!! also nikolai: 👀👂🔍 - will steal your heart and never give it back like once you meet him that’s it. bye fam it’s been real i’m forever enchanted by this perfect man… this perfect fictional man
JIM KIRK/LEONARD “BONES” MCCOY ACADEMY ERA FIC RECS (AOS UNIVERSE)
ok so i am bad at writing rec lists and have just had these bookmarks languishing for a while so i’m throwing them out here.
basically my fav type of kirk/bones fanfic is the academy era stuff. in my head it’s just grumpy fuck-up space grad school with a lot of medical shit thrown in. i know what i’m about, friends.
if you have any recs that are not on this list, please send them over. NB: do not link me to switch. i have read a good chunk of switch. it’s very good. i hit a particular trope in it that i find it hard to deal with and don’t know if i will go back to it or not.
I took my mom to go see Wonder Woman today and OH MY GOD. The hype is real. It’s an AMAZING movie. I was in tears probably five times and that’s just a guess.
The AMAZONS. Holy crap. These women could conquer the world. These are not your average female superhero characters. Some wear makeup, but they are not airbrushed, caked, and contoured. Some lip stain and some eye makeup, but that appeared to be it. Instead of the glamazons we could have gotten from a different person’s vision, these women are BRONZED and FRECKLED from the sun. Their skin proudly bear scars. The older ladies appear legitimately older, rather than appearing unrealistically young and too similar to the younger ladies. The movie allowed them to show their age, because it wouldn’t MATTER on Themiscira! And every single one of them was still gorgeous. Their clothing is designed for free and easy movement, rather than to show off their fantastic bodies. They are thick with muscle. I mean THICC. The muscles ripple and flex and brought me to TEARS, I tell you.
The only cheesecake shot was of Chris Pine’s beautiful naked body. Oh, that man’s blue eyes, omg, so blue… He makes a gorgeous damsel.
Also, when I saw Robin Wright’s name next to Antiope, I hadn’t even recognized her! But I instantly thought “Well, I guess I know what Princess Buttercup did in her retirement.” LOL
Gal Gadot was beyond perfect. Seriously. I would say more, but that’s really it. She’s perfect. She IS Wonder Woman. I love her now and forever.
The most amazing fight choreography I’ve ever seen.
The time period specific dialogue in the heavier moments, it really gave the film weight. It made Diana’s decision even more meaningful and spoke to the audience at the same time about the wars of the past, something important in our current landscape.
The script itself is really awesome, it’s so witty! I laughed so many times!
Just… this movie, you guys. THIS MOVIE. It is the ultimate PUMP IT UP movie. I felt SO DAMN EMPOWERED. Everyone should see this movie. Girls will see that they can do anything and boys will see that women are to be respected. Because women are WONDERful.