According to Pearl, the fountain somehow contains Rose’s “essence”. This is pretty weird if we consider that outside of the gem itself, which cannot be compromised without massive health concerns and/or death, there doesn’t seem to be anything we know of that gems could leave behind. Rose couldn’t pluck a strand of her hair for example- it’d just dissolve into light as soon as it separated from her body.
But on the other hand- it makes sense that the fountain is somehow using Rose’s power. After all if Gem technology can do the same as Rose’s power, then Eyeball would not have reacted to it like she just witnessed Steven turning water into wine (or something with comparable theological significance)
Like- seriously. Eyeball was absolutely floored. Not even just that this was Rose’s “legendary” power but that it was even possible and not a legend.
Getting back to the fountain, though… so how is it doing that?
which Lance is separated from the rest of team Voltron during a big battle and
ends up crashing on a planet in a pocket of hyper dense space-time.
leaves the Blue lion badly damaged and practically non-responsive at the bottom
of the ocean, and Lance is thrown into the middle of yet another war
that isn’t his own.
off spending time slowly fixing Blue with whatever parts he can scrounge up,
working as a mercenary to earn money for food and the more difficult to find
he hopes that the others will be able to find him. He manages to set up a
beacon to hail the castle (with a lot of help from some locals that had taken a
liking to him), but as more and more time goes by he loses hope that they’re
ever coming back.
doesn’t take him much to theorize that they’re all either dead or captured,
because even if they didn’t want to come and find him (Who would
want to? It would be better if they found a new blue paladin, one with more to
offer the team, he thinks to himself.)
then they would at least need to come get Blue and his Bayard.
there is no Voltron.
the universe has next to no hope left.
months (Blue had been counting. She’s gotten good at waiting, but it’s
always nice to know exactly how long it’s been) one of the warring
countries gets wind of his talents and invites him to join their army. Invites
from the other two followed soon thereafter, all of them easily able to see
that he could be the key to breaking the deadlock they’d gotten themselves
months, he conceded and joined one of the armies. All the parts he still needed
to fix Blue were rare and out of his price range, and he hadsworn
to protect her until his dying breath. He couldn’t let her fall into the
Galra’s hands. He couldn’t let Voltron be used by those who sought to harm the
her, even if it killed him.
He was a
quick study in the art of war, winning fight after fight, battle after battle.
But as he rose up the ranks, the death count on all sides dropped dramatically,
much to the confusion of all concerned. By the time he’d become a General the
battles were nearly bloodless.
number of battles started to decrease. He enabled and encouraged peace talks
between the countries, and by the time a treaty had been signed he finally had
everything he needed to fix the Blue Lion.
taken a few years (She still counted, but he had long since stopped asking
her to update him, lost in battle after battle) but they finally managed to
re-entered normal space (not that they knew it until long after) the beacon
that was still active down in the depths of Blue’s mechanics finally managed to
make contact with the Castle of Lions.
Voltron hadn’t stopped searching for the Blue Lion or Lance since they’d
they searched, they were slowly falling apart.
them had really realized how quiet the castle would be without him dancing
around singing as he cleaned.
them realized he’d been leaving plates of food goo when they hadn’t eaten all
day, carrying them back to bed when he could and giving them pillows and
blankets when he couldn’t after they fall asleep in odd places, guiding them
towards the showers when they’d been training and forgotten to change.
hadn’t noticed that he had a knack for finding them and distracting them from
what was worrying them, until they had a breakdown and had to piece themselves
say they were relieved when they located the beacon spewing out the Blue Lion’s
energy would be an understatement of the gravest degree.
been expecting to find the Blue Lion crashed on a planet.
been expecting Lance to contact them as soon as they were in range, spouting
off some tall tale of how he valiantly saved the entire planet single-handedly,
rushing back into the castle where they could shower him in hugs and love and
affection that he would ultimately be confused by.
beenexpecting to reunite and have everything simply click into place.
hadn’t expected to find the Blue Lion, deep scores marking her armour, with
small pieces of what looked to be some kind of alien reef valiantly clinging
on, to be flying at a breakneck pace through the depths of space.
hadn’t expected both Lion and Paladin to be wary of the Castle of Lions, their
audio only transmission fizzling with static as they demanded to know how
they’d come to claim the Castle.
tension in the air was palpable as the Blue Lion gingerly lowered her head and
setting down her ramp, seawater gushing from various cracks and crevice’s.
been expecting to be greeted by a Lance far more subdued and soft spoken than
they could have ever imagined. Despite this, he stood tall, proud (guarded, imposing) as he looked them over with a critical eye (judging to see if it were truly them, or
some cruel trick played by whoever wanted the Blue Lion).
missing pieces of his paladin armour, decked in odd replacements and
accessories, with a cape that shimmered like sunlight on a pool of water. His
face scarred, his eyes heavy and wearing a ponytail
of all things.
(Much later, he joked that it was kind of
hard to cut your hair underwater with a blunt knife, and it almost felt like no
time had passed)
been expecting the few weeks they’d spent searching to have been years for
their Blue Paladin.
expected him to come back so different.
yo fam i read ur grifnut/rvbnut tags,,like just make a post, i want to reblog this
OOH u mean my tags on this post yea? i’ll just make it THIS POST 8))) i was just gonna screencap all them juicy tags but since rvbnut [best term ever thank u for that] is otp, i will retype for better readability + i thought of some extra things to throw in, so here we go:
as mentioned already, there’s donut’s super secret diary where donut describes"gazing silently into each other’s visors” and feeling a connection, as well has having sat in grif’s lap”. i very much believe donut had a crush on grif at some point
there’s some PSA or something that for the life of me I can’t remember the name of, and it might just be a dvd extra cause I found it on youtube not through the rvb channel, where the reds are getting on motorcycles to go somewhere and grif has to share w/donut, and hes Very Hesitant and i dont remember what exactly donut was saying but it was Very Suggestive how he was telling grif to get behind him and hold on tight or w/e, and when grif didnt wanna get on it with him he was like “whats wrong ;(?? dont be shy~”
ive pulled out my book now and donut describes the play they put on for tucker as being about “the band of handsome male survivors braving the elements together” so, donut thinks he + the other BGC members are handsome
“The first thing the doctor did when we got him back over to our base was pin Sarge against the wall with the Warthog. I always thought if anyone was going to ram Sarge up to the wall, it would be me, seeing as how I’ve been angling for a promotion lately” -another entry in donut’s diary. i honest to god have no idea how this could be taken as an innuendo, bc it straight up sounds like donut wants to fuck his way to the top
also in the book, simmons’ self insert fanfiction “Hero In Maroon” has… a special scene with “Donut the Enchanter,” who is “spreading his temptation magic through scandalous dancing.” This is SIMMONS writing this, and simmons has himself say “Tell me what you know about Sarge, else I will have to run you through with my long sword” and, sure, he has donut speak in innuendos and reply to that line with “I like where this is gong. Maybe I’ll keep you here… FOREVER!” but like, simmons literally wrote himself throwing an innuendo to donut. then you have the next few lines “DONUT USES OFFICER HOT PANTS HANDCUFF ATTACK” “”Oh no!” Simmons exclaims. A bed appears behind him. His hands are cuffed to it.” And while the next line is just donut laughing and saying “Now you must watch my rendition of the musical CATS” so while donut wasnt gonna do anything creepy, this really sounds like simmons writing a self insert fic that includes a provocative donut flirting with him while talking about musicals…. simmons dont repress ur crush on donut
^not to mention the officer hot pants comes from donut having dressed up and jumped out of a cake for sarge’s birthday……..
at the finale scene of s13, donut says “I love you, too, Lopez”
Donut lived offscreen with Doc in valhalla, and then was dropped back off there to continue living in valhalla with doc (and lopez’s head) (i could talk for 60 years about them but anyone who’s followed me long enough has heard it all before and i’m tryin to keep the points b r i e f lol)
church has said “I like donut. He’s pretty harmless, man. I-I don’t think he’d hurt a fly.” and upon finding out donut got crushed by a spaceship, he paused his snarking to say “Oh, wait, the pink guy? Oh, I actually liked him!” to which grif replies “Seriously, what’s with all these feelings for donut?”
tucker, thinking donut was a girl bc pink armor, asked donut if he “wanted to date one of us” and then called donut a “tease” when he said he wasn’t a girl
donut polished tucker’s codpiece 3 times when he and caboose were helping tucker get the black gunk off his armor, saying something along the lines of “a 3-coat waxing is just my way of saying I Care :)”
epsilon!tucker, while not canon to actual tucker, is implied to have jacked off to donut bc he thought he was a girl
seems to be implied that tucker and donut were both assigned to the same desert location when everyone got split up, and donut passed out from thirst/exhaustion trying to get tucker’s distress call to the others
in The Best Red vs Blue DVD Ever of All Time, there’s a scene where tucker and donut are introducing “best couple.” Donut goes on about romance, while tucker says couple doesn’t necessarily mean romance, and that “you[donut] think everything is romance! last week you called it romance when i accidentally took a bite of your sandwich” “was it really an accident tucker? was it?” “YES!” “time will tell” “ugh, whatever-” dudes, donut totally had a crush on tucker at least once
i dont have a good source but i remember seeing in a post a while back that there was a scrapped plotline that was gonna be a love triangle between donut, a “confused caboose”, and an unknown third party
i’m willing to bet the confused caboose bit is because caboose seems to have thought (and maybe still does? who knows) that donut was a girl, likely because of the armor. in caboose’s mind, donut’s a girl who says things like “I love caboose, and yet, I’m still afraid of him, he’s so scary :)” [cause he seems to think of himself as intimidating to the red team lol], and then in Head Canon, caboose!donut says something like “i like [something] almost as i like to paint my nails and not talk to boys. i would never talk to boys, especially not caboose for some reason!” which… is hard to make sense of tbh lol, but since everyone in caboose’s mind is how caboose perceives them, it maybe seems like caboose doesnt get as much of donut’s attention as he’d like?? lmfao, it sounds like “not caboose for some reason” means caboose doesn’t really understand either.
donut tearily said to caboose way back in KITBFF: “
Mister Caboose, I just want you to know that even though we are on different teams, and we may never see each other again, whatever happens out there today, I’ll always remember the moments we shared together. You are now, and forever will be… my friend.” very emotional if i do say so myself
there’s this reconstruction deleted scene where i guess donut had gotten transferred to doing special agent stuff w/wash’s division or something (wash calls him Special Agent Donut so, i guess lol). Wash speaks in donut innuendos the whole time he’s talkin about donut [”He’s a back door expert” “if there’s an unsecured rear entrance, he’s your man” “legend has it he can get through even the tightest cracks-” lmfao and they address each other by name, so i like to think they’ve worked together and donut’s… mannerisms… have been Rubbing Off on wash ;p
^also in that deleted scene caboose goes “DONUT! :D” when donut appears and talks, so he’s clearly excited to see him!!!!!!!!!
ahem. point being: the bgc needs to embrace the donut love and i firmly believe that if someone didnt have a crush on donut, donut had a crush on one of them at some point in time
even if you have legitimate reasons to dislike a player, if the only player you boo also happens to be black, you are being racist. You might believe you’re not biased - hell, maybe by some miracle you really aren’t - but at the very least you should be aware enough to know that SOME of the people booing ARE just racist fucks, and your booing is just enabling and contributing to their racism.
Summary: That’s it, the last straw. You were getting pretty sick of your noisy neighbor, unfortunately for you he had to be ridiculously attractive, he knew just what to say to you to get you to forget about your complaint. It was time to take matters into your own hands
A/N: I haven’t done a one shot in a while so here’s some Modern!Kylo because I’ve been in the writing mood lately.
Finally, you had your own apartment. Free from your parents and able to pay the bills, life was pretty good. Except for one thing, your next-door neighbor. It felt like he was a ghost within your room, you could probably listen to entire conversations but that just felt a little too creepy.
You’d only seen him a few times; as you left for work in the morning he returned all bruised and battered, looking down and not even bothering to greet you. There was something suspicious about him and you didn’t even know his name.
It was a Friday night, one of your most relaxing evenings of the week, where you could lay in bed and binge watch Netflix to your heart’s content. Of course your neighbor clamoring about rudely interrupted you. The walls were thin, but you’d never had a problem with any of your other neighbors so you wondered why this one was so loud, or why the landlord hadn’t listened to any of your complaints.
Derek’s relationship with Stiles is about 40% eyebrow conversations, 40% innuendo, 5% puns (on Stiles’ end), and 15% fighting over the radio in the Camaro.
Except when Lydia Martin comes on. Then it’s 0% fighting over the radio, and 0% complaining, and 0% passive-aggressive commentary, or else Stiles will dump his ass, no exceptions.
“Not even when it’s your birthday in a week and your boyfriend is about to spend hours upon hours of his life baking you an unnecessarily complicated Millennium Falcon cake?” Derek asks.
“Not even,” Stiles agrees cheerfully. He cranks the volume a little higher as he says it, just to be a little shit, and adds, with entirely too much fondness given that this is a woman who regularly threatens to crush men’s skulls under her stilettos, “She’s my strawberry-blonde goddess, you know this.”
“Yeah,” Derek mutters, “I know.”
“And you can quit it with the judgey eyebrows, because I know you listen to Celine Dion in the shower.”
Derek shuts up.
It takes a whole four minutes for the song to end. It’s one of her quieter songs, one that doesn’t get a lot of air time. It’s not that bad, he supposes. A little twangier than he likes, a little more saccharine, but–pleasant. Like a lullaby. What makes it annoying is Stiles sitting over there crooning at the stereo and making heart eyes. No song–or singer–is that good.
Stiles sighs contentedly into the last notes and wriggles his butt against the seat. “I know you and I are, like, werewolf-married, but dude, if I ever met Lydia Martin in person … All bets are off, is all I’m saying.“
It’s not like Stiles really means it (does he?), but it still makes Derek’s hands clench into claws on the steering wheel.
"Yeah, if,” he says, and keeps his eyes on the road.
“The bauta (sometimes referred as baùtta) is a mask, today often heavily gilded though originally simple stark white, which is designed to comfortably cover the entire face; this traditional grotesque piece of art was characterized by the inclusion of an over-prominent nose, a thick supraorbital ridge, a projecting "chin line”, and no mouth. The mask’s beak-like chin is designed to enable the wearer to talk, eat, and drink without having to remove it, thereby preserving the wearer’s anonymity. The bauta was often accompanied by a red or black cape and a tricorn.
In 18th century, together with a black cape called a “tabarro”, the bauta had become a standardized society mask and disguise regulated by the Venetian government. It was obligatory to wear it at certain political decision-making events when all citizens were required to act anonymously as peers. Only citizens (i.e., men) had the right to use the bauta. Its role was similar to the anonymizing processes invented to guarantee general, direct, free, equal and secret ballots in modern democracies. Also, the bearing of weapons along with the mask was specifically prohibited by law and enforceable by the Venetian police.
Given this history and its grotesque design elements, the bauta was usually worn by men, but many paintings done in the 18th century also depict women wearing this mask and tricorn hat. The Ridotto and The Apple Seller by Pietro Longhi are two examples of this from the 1750s.“
Ever since we found out that “not everybody’s going to make it out” by the end of Crooked Kingdom, I’ve been torturing myself with ideas about who it could be because why not.
Inej. She’s kidnapped. She could be Van Eck’s bargaining chip, or she could be the Six’s false hope.
Kaz finally confesses that he wants her back. They find where she’s being hidden, and there’s this giddy sense of hope building amongst them because they’re going to get her back, they’re going to get their Wraith back, they just know it.
But Kaz finds Inej a little too late.
She’s slumped in the chair she’s tied to and there’s blood everywhere and he hears Inej’s voice in his head, “Say you’re sorry.”
The jurda parem didn’t get to Nina, but it got to Jesper. None of the six wanted him to do it, but they couldn’t change Jesper’s mind. “It’ll be fun,” he said. We can’t save Inej without this, he thought.
Matthias. He made an oath to Nina, and he told himself and her that he’d never break it, but this sure as hell feels like breaking it.
Nina at the hands of other Grisha because Matthias isn’t druskelle anymore dammit. He’s their friend and he’s hers and he knows better now. Matthias made mistakes and there has to be more to his life than fixing them, so Nina will buy him that time if it’s the last thing she does.
Wylan refuses to get a crow tattoo and Jesper teases him for being afraid of the pain.
Yeah, he’s scared of the pain, there’s no denying it, but he’s also scared of being a part of something. Something real. Something stable. Something concrete.
Wylan was never allowed to stay. His father pushed him away and he wasn’t enough of anything to be a member of the Dregs. He told himself he wanted to keep it that way.
He never expected to survive, but maybe this way it won’t count as leaving them.
Once Inej is safe, once his father is long gone, once Wylan is bleeding out on the pavement and Jesper is clutching at his hand like he wants to break every single bone, he realises that the tattoo wouldn’t make a difference.
Wylan is leaving. He’s leaving Nina and Inej and Kaz and his flute and the Barrel and Jesper. He hates it more than anything in the world.
Inej and Jesper die together. They’ve always had bad taste, but they never expected it to get them in any real trouble. However, they know their place, and neither of them are worth as much as the Lieutenant of The Dregs. If Kaz is safe, everything will be okay. They’ve done their part.
They’re climbing when it happens. Kaz was already at the top, not looking over the edge but waiting for Jesper and Inej at the end of the rope.
It’s not an easy wall to scale in the first place, but the wound in Jesper’s arm makes it worse.
He starts to fall, and Inej reaches for him without thinking, and ends up losing her grip, too
Jesper tries to curl himself around Inej. It’s impossible for both of them to survive but maybe, just maybe she could. For the Wraith to die falling would be a cruel joke.
Inej pushes him away because Jesper picks the worst times to play hero
She just squeezes his hand, and waits for them to hit the ground.
All of them.
Van Eck keeps Jesper and Nina because they’re Grisha and they could be useful. They don’t last long.
Inej is tortured for information on the Dregs but she doesn’t breathe a word about them to Van Eck’s men. Then, she doesn’t breathe at all.
Matthias is thrown back into a cell to rot. He was never meant to get out in the first place.
Jan Van Eck decides that the best way to deal with his troublesome son is to kill him with his own hands
But they let Kaz go
There was no part of Kaz that was not broken that had not healed wrong. When he got back to the Barrel, alone and empty handed, all those parts of him broke once again.
Peter didn’t know where to look the second you two walked into the shop, posters in clothing that left very little to the imagination. So instead of looking around at his surroundings he couldn’t seem to escape, he kept his head down, looking directly at his feet.
That did work, until of course, he walked into a railing of hot pink push-up bras. The crashing of the metal against the floor made you whip you head around in his direction, seeing Peter quickly stand up and pull one of the pieces of underwear off his head.
“Alright there, Parker?”
Peter had been a close friend for years, ever since you’d been partnered up for a science project in middle school, and you two just got closer with each given day. Although the two of you were close, you didn’t spend much time together in school, him being in all the higher classes, your timetables never enabled you to talk, so you treasured moments when you did stuff together. Even if it involved Peter wrecking a bra display.
He met your eyes, then raised a hand to his usually gelled hair, which had been messed up because of his clumsiness, then walked over to you, trying to play it off.
“Fine, just fine.”
Rolling your eyes, you walked towards the back of the shop, where the changing rooms were, and stepped into one of the rooms, Peter waiting outside on one of the sofas there.
He sat there looking very tense, seeing a handful of girls walking in and giggling at him sitting there, as if he was the most hilarious thing in the world. It made him feel quite awkward, Peter never did like attention being brought to him.
When the curtain opened, Peter looked up at you, but only saw your back as you were looking in the mirror.
“Hey, Pete, can you see the bra through this t-shirt?”
Turning around you saw Peter looking anywhere other than you, thinking you wouldn’t be looking at him. His eyes wandered the ceiling, not noticing the burn of your eyes on him.
“Nope, can’t see a thing.”
“Peter you’re not looking.”
His eyes flitted to you for no more than a second, seeing your body leaning against the doorway, your eyebrows raised at Peters behaviour.
“Peter Parker, are you scared?”
“Pft, me? No.”
Bending over slightly to rest your hands on your legs, you started to laugh at Peter, noticing the pink that was beginning to make it’s way from his neck to his cheeks in embarrassment.
Sighing, he finally looked at your beaming face, the sight making a smile on his face as well. You came to sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, still shaking a little from laughing at the boy.
May I please ask how the allies would react to Dug the dog from up, coming up to them and saying, "Hi, I'm Dug! I just met you, but I love you!" in a cute doggy way<3?
Ah! This is too cute! We love Doug the Dog, well…we love dogs… -Admin Jay and Sarah
France: “You’re…kind of cute…”
Francis would blink a few times before awkwardly patting his head. He’s not the type for high energy dogs, and he loves his little dogs, so having Doug run around and follow him would be a bit confusing, but, hey, he is a cute dog, so Francis wouldn’t mind too much. Also, who wouldn’t want a dog who talks?
Canada: “Are you..talking…? And are you talking to me?” Matthew would be shocked that a dog, a real dog, was talking, but be more shocked that said dog was talking to him. Matthew would end up sitting down with Doug and scratching behind his ears or on his belly. He’d think the big goof would actually be pretty cute. He’s loveable and snuggly, what more would somebody want?
Russia: “You are reminding me much of Alfred…” Ivan would take one good look at Doug and listen to his voice before slightly frowning. It’s Alfred. As a dog. Joy. After a few moments though he’d end up petting Doug and patting his head, even giving him a snack if he had one with him. He’ll admit, Doug is cute, but still reminds him way too much of Alfred. In the end he’d send him Alfred’s way since Alfred would love to have another one of himself to talk to…
China: “Oh you are too cute! A little loud, but cute! I love you too! Yao would love how adorable Doug is and how loving he is. Though, the amount of energy Doug brings with him would be a bit of a turn off, since Yao doesn’t have a lot of energy to keep up with the large dog. But he would scratch behind his ears and his tummy as he smiles and laughs. He would make sure Doug finds a good home, probably with one of his friends, and would see him every so often, but his house does not have enough room for a big energy ball like Doug.
England: “Oh dear…hello there…Doug, is it? My, don’t you have a lot of energy…” Arthur would look at Doug and immediately think of Alfred. He is more of a cat person, and is not ashamed to admit it. Having a rambunctious dog like Doug around would stress him out and probably wreck his pristine house, so Arthur would pass him to Alfred after giving Doug a few pets and talking with him. Even though he is not a dog person, he would get a quick laugh out of talking to Doug before it grew old since it would be basic conversation. He would be a little sad after giving Alfred the energetic pup, but he knows it would be better for Doug since Arthur knows he is more on the “grumpy” side, as Alfred puts it.
America: “OH MY GOD DOGGO! WHAT A GOOD BOY! I LOVE YOU TOO!” Dog + Alfred = Heaven. Alfred and Doug are literally the same being. Alfred would be crying for joy as he plays with Doug and talks with him. He would be constantly praising Doug and training him to be his perfect companion. Not to mention, he would love to study the collar that enables Doug to talk. It would be an invention he would love to give to all his pets, so he can talk to them all and have friends around all the time. This is a match made in heaven and the two would be inseparable.
Holy heck guys, I am beyond amazed, I’ve had this blog for UNDER a month? Like 23 days? And the fact that I’ve gained so many lovely follower, and some blessed mutuals ALREADY, really speaks VOLUMES on how wonderful and welcoming this fandom is. I love all of you so much already, but I want to give a shout out to some mutuals and some people that I really look up to!!
I rarely talk about this. I don’t like discussing intelligence as quantifiable. The truth is, I’m not smarter than anyone else for being gifted, I just think differently.
I was diagnosed with ADHD and being Gifted from a young age. I never wanted special education, so I assimilated with the other students. I struggled, and learned to mirror ‘normal’ behavior. That doesn’t make me ‘normal’ though, it just means I can fake ‘normal’. I haven’t even discussed being gifted with my closest friends, because I don’t like being treated differently. But I am different. And I need help accepting that.
If you are a Gifted, Enabled, ADHD, Autistic Spectrum, etc witch - you are in good company. I can relate. I’m here to talk. About any of the things that go along with being gifted. I’m sure there will be a lot of things that make me go “what you too?!” and we’ll have a good laugh.
Please reply or reblog if you fall into any of these categories. I’d love to follow you.