down with this ship

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I was gonna do a lyric one but since that failed I decided to just do gifs of the dynamic duo. I love how they are with each other honestly, they have a really cute close friendship with each other.

Jak and Daxter are pretty much like Yin and Yang, they bounce off each other pretty well and I just love how awkward or dorky they can be around each other.

Like you almost forget they’re still kids (like 17) at the end of the day and they’re doing such a dangerous journey that could result in death and yet during it they can like smile and laugh.

Alternate Titles For Every Futurama Episode, Part 1

Season 1

Space Pilot 3000: Who Orders A Pizza On New Years Eve?
The Series Has Landed: First Proof That This Show Will Make You Feel Things
I, Roommate: The Frender Romcom
Love’s Labours Lost in Space: We Predicted Trump. We Are Sorry.
Fear of a Bot Planet: Bender Is Just An Asshole With Feelings
A Fishful of Dollars: At Least It Wasn’t Pineapple
My Three Suns: Best Fry Episode, Hands Down
A Big Piece of Garbage: Heroes-slow-walking-to-get-to-their-ship-and-save-the-world Trope
Hell Is Other Robots: The Devil Can Sing And It’s Amazing
A Flight to Remember: fake-relationship / Titanic AU 
Mars University: A Monkey Is Smarter Than Fry, But Not Cuter
When Aliens Attack: Tv Knowlage Saved The Day
Fry and the Slurm Factory: Grossest “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” Take So Far.

Season 2

I Second that Emotion: Bender Is Just An Asshole With Feelings, Part 2
Brannigan, Begin Again: We Saw You Liked Our Trump, So He’s More!
A Head in the Polls: And Now, Who Would Make A Bad President?
Xmas Story: We Like To Create Villains, Merry Christmas.
Why Must I Be a Crustacean in Love?: Zoidberg Is Ace, So I Tell You
The Lesser of Two Evils: An Evil Bender That’s Somehow Not As Evil As Bender
Put Your Head on My Shoulders: Amy And Fry, But Like It Goes Very Wrong
Raging Bender: Wrestling With Leela’s Bad Childhood Thrown In
A Bicyclops Built for Two: How Many Married… with Children Reference Can You Make In 20 Minutes?
A Clone of My Own: Cubert Calls Out All The Inconsistencies In The Show (he’s also very annoying)
How Hermes Requisitioned His Groove Back: The Famous “Do a flip” Moment
The Deep South: Southern Little Mermaid
Bender Gets Made: Stereotypical Mafia, But They’re All Robots
Mother’s Day: Mom And The Professor Banged
The Problem with Popplers: Waterfall #1 Is Down
Anthology of Interest I: Coolest 20 Minutes Ever Animated
War Is the H-Word: The War/Mulan AU You Didn’t Ask For, But You Wanted
The Honking: Frender And Werewolfs
The Cryonic Woman: Dammit Michelle!

(loosely based on x)

[Part 2] [Part 3]

me: I am going to sit down and write an open RP story with @ask-springsecurity based on the next itunes song that come on, so don’ fail me now. Eggs Benedict and Springtrap story. Play something cool.

itunes: *AGGRESSIVELY SUGGESTS LOVE SONGS*

me: why would you even ——

concept: going into the allenbert and westhawne tags without seeing iris/westallen hate

(aka, shippers need to chill the hell out and stop putting the canon ship down just because they didn’t get their way - especially when it’s a healthy relationship) 

anonymous asked:

prompt the reptile store is closing down, ship tag team ? it made me laugh

“Missy, where are you exactly?”

“Okay, okay, but you can’t get mad at me.”

Pranks listened with growing worry, fascination and hilarity as Missy explained the situation going down on their end of the line.

The zoo was closing down, and currently no one knew where the animals were going.

Thus was the reason Missy was now trying to adopt every snake from the reptile exhibit-Every snake.

Tythan Rant.

As most of you saw Ethan’s post last night about tythan, you can understand what this will be about. It makes both of them uncomfortable with all of the NSFW stuff and I don’t blame them. We all promised to keep this ship pure and not turn it into Septiplier. Please keep it like that. We don’t want to ruin the friendship between Ethan and Tyler. It’s okay if you ship something but please keep it out of their tags. We can’t stop people from creating fan art, but just watch what you put out there okay? I know there aren’t a lot but there are enough to make a difference and make them uncomfortable. This is coming from a tythan shipper. I’m not saying don’t ship them, just be careful with what you ship. Keep this ship pure and don’t push it to far. Down push it down their throats. Like I say about every ship, if it happens it happens and if it doesn’t, then it doesn’t. Don’t throw a fit about it. Tythan was a great ship but now it’s sinking because of all the NSFW posts.

Again, I’m not telling you to not ship it just be careful.

anonymous asked:

It seems like characters are just generally doomed to being watered-down stereotypes in shipping fanworks. (Or prone to a recurring theme and roles) Despite that people are free to do whatever they want in their work and shouldn't be policed for it, sometimes, I can't help but feel like it's a insult to the characters. (With the challenges of getting the pair to work is taken away, the sense of development and progression is surgically removed)

Pretty much.

Personally, when it comes to writing these guys, the fun for me lies in portraying these delightful characters as being true to themselves because the way they’re portrayed by Sonic Team is oftentimes interesting.

If I wanted to write them as OoC, I’d write an entirely different character instead of subverting an already existing one. Because I find writing them specifically as being true to character as one of the biggest draws of creative writing.

Every time I see a Bughead fan say that Bughead isn’t endgame I die a little inside.  Are we too jaded and worn down by shipping tropes that we can’t even consider this couple as endgame as a possibility? I have no magic crystal ball to see into the writers’ minds but I don’t understand why people are ruling it out.  Because of the BAV triangle’s prominence in the comics? Because Kevin said Betty and Archie were endgame in the pilot? Because Archie will get what he wants as soon as he gets his head out of his ass no matter how Betty has grown and changed and developed since the pilot? Because pilot couples (even though Archie rejects Betty) always end up together? Ummm…

Originally posted by p-erfectlyi-mperfect

So, anyways, it just makes me sad that fans are already setting themselves up for disappointment when this show is still so new and a whole bunch of things could happen.  And, if the Bughead story goes the way I think it’s going to go by the season finale, I think we should at least consider endgame a possibility.

Blush (Final Rose)

Her Imperial Majesty Averia VII was blushing so hard that it was a miracle that she hadn’t already passed out. Perhaps it was because she couldn’t afford to pass out. No, she had to keep on reading.

A few weeks ago, an Imperial archaeological team had uncovered ancient relics on a downed ship. What made this particular downed ship so interesting was that it had once served as a transport for Queen Elsa of Remnant, shortly after civilisation had taken to the stars. The ship had gone down after being rammed into a particularly large and vicious Grimm that had been attacking one of the Empire’s earliest colonies.

It had supposedly been lost in the attack. However, excavations had managed to recover parts of it, including some of its data storage devices. The devices had been promptly shipped off to the empire’s finest scientists for analysis. After careful study, the analysis team had managed to decrypt the data and transfer it to a more user-friendly format since millennia old computers weren’t exactly common.

As empress, Averia had the privilege of examining any data believed to be related to her ancestors first. Well… the data was definitely related to her ancestor although not in the way she’d expected.

Ancient records had depicted her namesake, Averia Yun-Farron, to be somewhat cool and stern in demeanour. Indeed, the diaries and other records written by her sister, Diana, had frequently referred to Averia as an ‘overprotective, psychotic hedgehog’.

Indeed, even the ancient records that spoke of the love shared by Elsa and Averia noted that Averia was not as publicly affectionate as either of her siblings were toward their spouses. However, those same records suggested a far different story in private.

The data the empress was reading through most definitely concurred.

She was reading what appeared to be a series of message exchanged by Queen Elsa and Averia. The messages were… explicit. In no uncertain terms, Averia described what she wanted to do to the queen and how thoroughly and frequently she was going to do it.

Previous messages attributed to Averia had generally been quite dry and to the point, the exceptions being those written to her family, which were often laced with a sort of exasperation. This… this was raw, and fiery, and passionate. It confirmed that the marriage between Queen Elsa and Averia was most certainly not a marriage of convenience. No, nobody could have written the things that Averia had if they weren’t utterly in love with their wife.

And, really, the empress couldn’t stop herself from reading. And then she got to the part where Queen Elsa replied, her own messages no less graphic and intense than those of Averia.

If only Averia hadn’t been reading the message in front of Claire and Jahne…

“So…” Jahne drawled. “Are you going to tell us what the data was, or are you going to keep us in suspense?”

“I’m not sure I want to know,” Claire said. “Look at her face. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her blush so hard before.”

“I bet its porn,” Jahne said. “You’d be amazed by how much porn we find on old data recorders when we dig stuff up. Sure, we don’t always know its porn if it belongs to aliens, but, yeah, I think out of the twenty or so archaeological digs I’ve been on, at least half have recovered porn of some sort of another.”

“It’s not porn,” Claire replied. She paused. “Wait… that look on your face.” She leaned forward and stared into Averia’s eyes. “It’s totally porn, isn’t it. Let me see that!” And she grabbed the scroll and began to skim through it with the speed and efficiency that only a bearer of Saviour could possess. Seconds later, she dropped the scroll like she’d been burned. “Seriously?”

Averia could only nod dumbly.

Jahne glanced at the screen. “Huh… it was porn. Or should we call it smut?” She snickered. “On the upside, I don’t think anyone can say your ancestors didn’t love each other after reading this although I guess it would be awkward since you share the same name as your ancestor, and Queen Elsa is quite… blunt about what she wants her Averia to do to her.”
Averia twitched.

“Still…” Jahne said. “I guess this answers another question we’ve always had. Were the ancients more flexible than us? If even half the things being suggested in this are true, then the answer has to be yes.”

anonymous asked:

I haven't seen TFA but I've seen some of the reylo/anti-reylo drama go down so I was wondering... why would Reylo be an abusive ship? Isn't it just enemies-to-lovers?

enemies to lovers implies that both parties have been equally terrible to each other, or that they’re both kind of… caught on different sides of a conflict, and even more often the stakes aren’t as high as life-and-death and more like “we’re on different baseball teams” or initially clash or w/e

think ben and leslie from parks and rec: initially she hated him because he was part of the people who were brought in to basically cut her office, but eventually she realized that he had good intentions and they grew to become friends, and then lovers. or sawyer and juliet from lost: again, initially they disliked each other, but they gradually realized that the other one had been manipulated into a situation or was just trying to do the best for the group of people that they’re allied to.

OH! OR LIKE KANE AND ABBY FROM THE 100: they were initially opposed with life and death stakes, but had a mutual respect of each other and then worked together against a bigger bad & common goal.

reylo would be abusive because kylo has already been abusive to her. he’s stalked her, kidnapped her, tortured her (in a scene that was likened by the director to rape), killed her father figure in front of her eyes, and severely injured her best friend. people try to say that “it’s not abuse because she fought back” which is absolute bullshit, as if a survivor fighting back makes their experience invalid. kylo is a villain — so many people fucking forget that because they love to woobify him. he’s murdered hundreds of people, possibly even children (as he was the one to destroy luke’s new jedi order). it’s not that he and rey are on opposite sides that are just as bad as each other, or are clashing because of personality, it’s because they fucking hate each other.

to go back to lost, think of it this way: sawyer and juliet is a non abusive ship. they definitely have their ups and downs, but they gain mutual respect for each other. shipping juliet with ben, who brought her to the island and refused to let her leave, manipulated her, emotionally tortured her, killed her lover, had constant surveillance over her, and “laid claim” over her, would be an abusive ship.

Kingsman Tumblr Meetup

That time already, eh?

*waves* I’m Beth, though I answer to trekkie just fine. *points above* That’s my face. I got into Kingsman on March 5th, 2015 (I use a planner and therefore have the EXACT date I went to go see the film). It took me another month or so to dive into the fandom, but Kingsman (and let’s be honest, Taron) had my heart before it was halfway through the film. Here in fandom, I’m a writer (when the wind is in the right direction) and sometimes beta (which reminds me…). I ship Hartwin until my dying day, though also love Merhartwin and…whatever Merhartwin plus Roxy is. Merhartwinrox *cackles* Oh, I like that. Also Percilot because it makes no sense why we decided those two characters were in love, but I will go down with this ship, my friends. Also have a small soft spot for Michelle/Percival that I will be putting in one of my fics if my inspiration fairy ever returns to me. I write a lot of fluff and domestic stuff because canon hurts my loves enough; I want happy endings (in all ways *waggles eyebrows*) for them in my fics. Even when I throw in angst, it doesn’t last very long. I’m pants at slow burns. I wrote a Secret Garden!AU that I’m still hoping Frances Hudgson Burnett forgives me for in the afterlife. I’m Queen of the Taron Egerton Fandom (I’ve glued the crown to my head and ya ain’t getting it off).

I do have a RP blog at @thechasezgirls that is currently involved with @roxannemorton and I’m trying to get get into threads with @mannersmademan (who is my fave RP blog in this fandom, go follow now!). RP is an Original Character who I made up at a Skype wedding (because what is my life?).

ANYWAY. In real life, I’m an actor (I just got my SAG-AFTRA membership FUCK YEAH) and huge nerd who also dances around in the Supernatural, Leverage and a few other fandoms. You will know the day I work with Taron Egerton because this blog will be stripped of all posts like these with identifying markers. :)

Awesome people in this fandom who I love to bits include: @krissielee @dashustrik @liprouvaire @faedreamer @zombiisheep @insanereddragon @elletromil (who wrote me a story in which Harry cuddles a Johnny from Sing plushie and for that she has my allegiance for life) @speaking-of-tailors and plenty of others who are precious darlings (whose fics I’m going to write one of these days, swear down). I’ve been needing some financial help recently (and kinda desperately), so I put a ko-fi button on my tumblr and it’s 85% Kingsman folks who have been helping me out, so I love this fandom and its people.

Preview: Onward to the Edge (Shidge Space-Time au)

[just a little something I’m working on. Eventual Shidge, everything subject to change]

It happens with less fanfare than he expected.

The Paladins of Voltron defeat Zarkon.

It’s not as though Shiro anticipated an intergalactic parade, or some sort of medal ceremony. He didn’t become a pilot or a soldier for the glory; he became a paladin to help people.

Still, as the tense negotiations for peace come to a close, the treaties signed and prisoners released, Shiro can’t help but feel like the whole thing was rather… Anticlimactic.

Sure, victory came with more than its fair share of joy, and he’s happy for it. Never has he seen Pidge smile as brightly as she does when her brother and father stride down the ramp of a recovered Galra ship and into the hangar of the Castle of Lions. Matt and Samuel together catch her in an embrace when her knees buckle, and not even Keith can the tears from escaping as he watches the reunion. Not long after, Lance stands up at the dinner table, wraps Keith’s hand in his, and announces in a loud but shaking voice that they are in love, and had been hiding their relationship for over a year. Keith rises, slow and unexpectedly shy, and leans his body against Lance’s. All of the others in the Castle had known for months, or course - how could they not, as obvious as those two were? - but each one of them knew that war was never the ideal time to question the nature of a relationship. Keith and Lance had their reasons for keeping things as secret as they could.

Shiro is happy for them, as he is happy for the Holts, and happy for Hunk when he tells the rest of Team Voltron that, now that the war was over, he was going to be working with Shay and her people to coordinate with those living on other Balmera. There’s talk of a United Balmera, and the prospect of being the first new coalition recognized under the Altean Galactic Alliance.

Things roll out with a strange normalcy after that, with a kind of ease that belies the fact that they just won a *war*. Their return to Earth is met only with the excitement of those who had thought them dead the past six years; no one planetside was even aware of the vicious battle waged and won by five of their own species. If anything, the trip is taxing for Shiro who, lacking anyone to come home to, relegates himself to the headache of dealing with The Garrison. Three days into paperwork and bureaucracy, Shiro gives up, informs Iverson that he’s just going to have to file to become a member of the Alliance if he wants access to more information (“Alliance? What Alliance?”) and retreats with Kuro to the dark side of the Moon. He remains until Allura summons him back to the Castle to meet with the other paladins, newly returned.

They eat one final meal together in the hall of the Castle of Lions.

Hunk and the Yellow Lion head off to the Balmera as envoys of the Alliance. With Allura’s blessing and a shiny set of badges christening them as official Diplomats, Keith and Lance set off to make contact with some of the outermost edges of the galaxy. In private, Shiro questions the rationale between sending the two most impulsive paladins to set up an embassy on a planet too far-flung for Shiro or the Castle to reach on enough time to avert a political disaster. Allura just smiles and insists the responsibility will be good for them.

Pidge leaves for Earth the next day. Hers is the first announcement since the end of the entire conflict that he registers with shock. The latter half of her teen years had been spent in space, surrounded by information and technologies far more advanced than anything that had ever been conceived of on Earth. It had been a given in his mind that she would continuing travelling with Allura, adding mastery of each new planet’s tech to her repertoire. As insatiable for knowledge as she is, he’d expected her to stay.

Instead, Shiro stands motionless by the side of the Green Lion and watches as Pidge wraps Allura in a clinging hug. The women hold tight to each other for a long time, voices mixing in a hiccuping symphony of laughter and tears. Coran worms his way in between them and sweeps Pidge up in his arms, spinning her around a few times before setting her down on unsteady feet. While they discuss setting up a long-range transmission between Earth and the Castle, he beams down at her and runs a hand over her hair as if she were still a child.

Pidge gives Coran and Allura one final hug, then turns to Shiro. As she approaches him, the Green Lion kneels down and drops her jaw, readying herself to take Pidge back to Earth.

Stopping in front of him, Pidge crosses, then uncrosses her arms. The skin around her eyes is puffy from crying, and her smile watery.

“Ready to go?” he hears himself say. She nods.

And then she throws her arms around his neck and buries her face into his neck.

When Shiro was a child, maybe six or seven, his mother had taken him to Okinawa on holiday. He remembers nothing from the trip but for their day at the beach. Further out than he should have been, he’d been alone when a wave rose and broke above his head, alone when the water clawed him down below its surface. For a moment, time had seemed to stop. The world around him was no more than a muted roar, blue and weightless. Not until his lungs began to ache did he start to struggle, flailing against the water’s pull. When his head finally broke the water’s surface, his senses were unprepared for the painful clarity of what waited above: the sun, too bright in his eyes, the crash of waves, deafening, the sting of salt like crushed glass down his throat.

It is like that now. Shiro resurfaces from a depth he hadn’t known. He takes a gasping breath. Pidge’s low sob pounds harder than his heart against his ear drums, and the hangar lights are blinding. He blinks against them, feels dampness there. He’s not sure which way is up as Pidge pulls away long enough to say, “Come visit, okay? Mom, Dad, and Matt all want to see you.”

“Be safe, Katie,” he says. The sound wobbles on its way up.

“I’m always safe,” she protests.

Her pout is unconvincing, and she lets loose a fractured chuckle a beat later. It’s too much. He tugs her to his chest, giving himself a moment of respite from the torrent of emotions that whip across her face and flood their shared paladin bond.

“If you were safe, I’d never have to tell you that,” he murmurs. “Please try to keep Earth and yourself intact while we’re away.”

Pidge looks up at him. Through the tears that gloss over brown eyes, there’s a hardness there, the resolute determination of a soldier. Shiro knows it in her unwavering gaze, in the premature lines that have settled along her brow, in the square clench of her jaw.

“As long as you promise to take care of yourself while I’m away,” she says.

“I will.”

She frowns. “I mean it.”

Her order is stern and commands compliance; his “Yes ma’am” is automatic. Shiro wonders when she’d picked up that tone from him, marvels at how three short words could make him feel like a cadet again.

“That’s more like it,” Pidge says, softening into a smile. “I’ll miss you, Shiro. Don’t be a stranger.”

Before he can respond, she raises up on her toes and presses her lips to his cheek.

Pidge pulls away with another word.

Watching the taut line of her body disappear as the ramp to the Green Lion begins to retract is like feeling the water slowly close over him once more.


Time, Coran explains over dinner one evening, is little more than a matter of perception. To try and measure it by the passage of light and dark is unreliable at best. Consider the planet Urukul and its four hundred quintants of relentless sunshine. Consider quintants, how they stretch slower than Earth-days. Consider “dinnertime” and “evening” in the black dead of space, where the Castle’s carefully calibrated computer system dims and brightens light in a facsimile of passing time.

Of course, Coran, Allura, and Shiro have just returned from a diplomatic meeting on the moon of Myjorn, where Coran had found a particularly potent bottle of nunvil. He’s three glasses in to Shiro and Allura’s one, and by now they’re used to his uncanny brand of inebriated philosophy.

Even after all of this time, Shiro hasn’t quite figured out the Terran to Altean equivalents, and asking Coran now is likely to lead them down a rabbit hole that neither Allura nor Shiro have the patience for after the day’s negotiations, but he does know that it has been 1,137 quintants since last visiting Earth. Maybe something like three years, or forty months. Maybe more, maybe less. Maybe unimportant, if what Coran has to say about time holds any bearing. For time to no more than a trick of the brain holds strange merit, since the longer that time has passed since the end of the war, the more that is has seemed to slow. Sometimes Shiro feels as though he’s wading through it.

Coran pours Shiro a second glass of nunvil without asking. He barely feels its burn on the way down.

dancefl00r  asked:

hi! i've been looking for a picture of anya when she was looking down from the ship in her blue dress but i can't seem to find it. would be great help if you could link me to the picture!

this picture? lol

or something more similar to this? she mostly just dances in this dress, unless i’m thinking of the wrong one

-toosha