except for the yellow

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Tumblr, I understand why you have a ten image limit, but it’s annoying as balls. Human gem edits to get out those headcanons. Will do the fusions next, here’s a preview of those with Garnet bc it couldn’t upload her(or Holly Blue but shhh) with the rest


[Aquamarine and Topaz]

[Fusions]

Keith and Lance are so similar and they don’t even know it.

From the way they sit (with their legs spread out lool)

To their facial expressions

To what they do on their free time (swimming lol)

(And also wanting to be fighter pilots at the Garrison??)

To what they wear (their swimsuits are so similar!!)

(And this is probably a long shot but white collar, white hoodie, similar random yellow stripe on their clothing except Lance’s is just a bit darker and on his arm?)

To their hair, look at their bean sprouts LOOL

To the way that they look at each other (kinda like “What the hell is going on in his head?”)

And bonus, those cute smiles that they give each other sometimes

Can we reverse the Naruto timeline and get a spin-off about Minato's upbringing instead

like tbh idc about boruto i want the full, unabridged backstory of naruto’s badass father

Originally posted by thenarutofandom

White Diamond is innocent

I know at the moment the swift gavel of mob justice has already struck the podium. White Diamond’s mysterious absence from the trial of her sister’s murderer is enough to convince most of the fandom to take up their torches and pitchforks (good luck using those on unbreakable fireproof rocks), but I believe in evidence, and I’m not backing down from my client without a fight

The claim that White Diamond is guilty hangs almost entirely on Yellow Diamond’s reaction to the revelation of Rose’s innocence. She attacked the opposing lawyer and her own, attempted to murder the defendant and generally made it clear that Pink Diamond’s murder was an inside job, but despite all of that she has not been held personally accountable for the event. I guess racist, ecosystem-destroying world leaders with stupid-looking blonde hair just get a pass these days.

It should be obvious that Yellow Diamond is killed her sister. If you’re going to tell me that White Diamond is guilty and Yellow isn’t then I call Habeas Adamas; Show me the diamond. Actually, you know, I’ll show you myself, and you can see what Yellow Diamond did to her

Surprise, Bitch. I bet you thought you saw the last of me.

The rest of you may have forgotten the pyramid temple as soon as Pink Diamond was confirmed but I sure as hell did not. This mysterious tomb, which contained our first evidence of the war and the diamond authority, was powered or even made up of a single enormous gem embedded inside its core. When I say enormous I mean enormous

I apologize if this is hard to make out (tumblr compresses images to hell) but careful pixel measurements reveal that the gem is about 50% the size of Pearl’s head. By comparison Yellow Diamond’s is only about 33%. While sizes in this show do tend to vary a little, this stone could only have come from a gem on the scale of a diamond. It’s even the right shape and color!

Is that not enough for you? Let me present exhibits B and C

Compare those cupped hands above to the murals of white diamond both new and old. It’s her signature pose! Don’t tell me you think that’s a coincidence. No other gem is depicted with in that position except her!

Yellow Diamond – a power-driven dictator who has to share the throne with 3 sisters – tried desperately and obviously to cover up her involvement in Pink Diamond’s murder, and we turn to blame another sister who’s also mysteriously missing when a near identical gem was found imprisoned in a trap-filled temple on a monster-riddled planet that Yellow Diamond knew would be destroyed?

Yellow Diamond is grabbing for power, and Blue is next!

I rest my case your honor.

Vincent van Gough was known to drink yellow paint because he believed it would lift his spirits, he physically inhaled toxins to cure his depression. I do similar, except my yellow paint isn’t yellow paint, it’s his words that he whispers into my mouth, his eyes that I can get lost in for hours, and his face, oh his face. I just can’t get enough.
My friend's commentary during the first episode of Voltron part 1

•"Damn you were right Keith is really pretty"
•"What’s skunk hair [Shiro] doing now?“
•"Pidge is so cute I love him”
•"Oh my god their faces in the blue lion" *laughs*
•"What is he doing. Also, daammn those eyebrows.“
•"I low-key ship the guy with the belt and eyebrows guy, wait, Lance, right?”
•"Shiro is like space dad.“
•"I ship Allura with space dad. She’s like space Mum. And space child.”
•[about Voltron forming] “gO GO POWER RANGERS”
•[about Hunk] “He should be the belly of Voltron”
•"yeah, belly guy and Lance /are/ brotp.“
•"seems like a chill dude.”
•"omg I feel like space dad is gonna be really overprotective of Pidge. Wait, is he gonna be like that guy on his mission space dad was really overprotective of?“
Me: “you mean Matt?”
•[my friends brother walks in] “Jesus Christ what is that? It looks like messed up Power Rangers.”
•"I ship it”
•[about Coran] “hes like their uncle and everyone is like ‘wyd’”
•"they’re all like ‘keep it chill’ and he’s like 'I can’t there’s a party in ma pants’“
•[about Allura] “Ok but she is like low-key the boss of everyone. Including space dad”

“But she’s indecisive”
•"Well that’s convenient”
•[Her brother leaves muttering 'good god this is stupid’]
•[imitating Allura] “I must keep speaking but I also must maintain this British accent even if it’s shit”
Me: “it really is”
•"yass"
•"hes like 'I don’t think the gut will fit’. Fat shaming 101"
•"round? Really?“
•"aww little guy.”
•"ship ship ship"
•"whenever anyone talks to anyone else I’m like “ship ship ship.” Except that green guy hes precious. And yellow, I guess"
•"dad"
•"aww space dad is trying to keep Pidge out of trouble.“
•[batman theme tune but 'space dad’ instead of 'batman’]
•"i feel like the rest of them are on the main plot line and those two are just, idk, playing with mice”
•"wait that’s low-key sexist. All the guys get weapons and she gets [*vague gesture*] mice.“
•"quoting space dad 101”
•"cute small sidekick"
•"conveniently smart cute small sidekick"
•"hEY IM BONDING WITH YOU GET OVER HERE"

sarcasticallyinspired  asked:

Director Sanvers prompt: The trope "Person carrying an absurd and improbable number of weapons must remove them all (to the bewilderment of those around them)" with all 3 of them unloading an endless supply of weapons from all sorts of places for whatever reason. Oh and thanks for calling me a minion :)

It had always been a rule at family dinners: No Weapons At the Table. Period. End of Story. (No Kara, Kryptonian Yellow Sun Superpowers are an exception). Only when Eliza was around, really, because Kara and Alex were far too used to unexpected emergencies popping up to follow it. But then James became Guardian, Maggie and Lucy came into the picture, and suddenly Winn and Eliza were the only two walking into dinner unarmed.

It was their third Thanksgiving after Alex came out when Eliza had finally had enough.

“I mean it, take all of the weapons and put them on the side table.”

James just has a knife and a small hand gun. He quickly joins Kara and Winn at the dinner table.

Maggie puts her service weapon on the table. Alex and Lucy do the same.

Lucy pulls a small blade out of her boot.

Maggie’s backup weapon comes out of the holster at her ankle.

Alex pulls a Swiss army knife out of her jacket pocket.

Lucy takes some dangerously sharp hairpins out of her hair.

The space gun leaves its place at the small of Alex’s back.

It surprises even Kara as the mountain of weapons beings to grow. The pile is teetering slightly when the doorbell rings. Kara shakes her head and welcomes Lena into the apartment. Lena, who was made aware of the rule in the same manner as everyone else, halts halfway into the apartment to stare at the growing pile of weapons.

Lucy pulls a knife out of her boot.

Maggie drops brass knuckles on the table.

Alex pulls a handful of razor blades out of her wallet.

When all’s said and done, there are five guns, sixteen knives, thirty-two miscellaneous blades of different types, and a half dozen close combat tools.

Eliza stares at them, her arms crossed and her face blank.

Alex sheepishly drops one last knife on the table, pulled from the heel of her boot.

Eliza sighs and turns back to the kitchen, waving them to the table.

Kara is the only one who sees Lena pull a small gun from her purse and add it to the pile.

anonymous asked:

What... magic... is this? It doesn't match to any known logic we seen/know, nor the brand... What could possibly be making it... and how? I haven't seen ANY tobacco plants, plus, I don't think they would be able to grow in Snowdin... haha, snow. But in the case OF magic, they don't seem to exhibit any special properties besides a normal cigerate. Except... the bones not turning yellow. I'm not sure at all how it works. Also, what could/would even light it? Do they carry lighters? And what brand?

This is where the weed comes from [???]



Just joking lol. I don’t really know. And yes, Sans carries a lighter with him.

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local gay spends the night at his crush’s house, what happens next will warm your heart

tags: high school au, pining keith


@freedom-of-peaches


The one thing Keith knows is that Lance smells amazing.

It’s first thing Keith had noticed about him. He smells like lavender; it’s his shampoo, Keith found out after spending the night at Lance’s in freshman year. The sweet smell reminds him of those Lush stores Shiro used to drag him to. Shiro’d ask him which conditioner he should buy for Keith because yes, Keith, you should take of yourself. Keith would point to whatever and try not to stare at the gorgeous employees. He likes the loud ones, with nice bright smiles and lips that aren’t chapped, pretty boys with–

“Hey, Keith-a-roo, are you listening to me?”

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red and yellow are zayn and liam’s colors and they’re the colors for mcdonalds which is where they first met and i just wanna know if ziam are that much of sentimental hoes that they actually made those their mic colors because of that Fateful Day (they are and they did)

I keep thinking about Zarkon and haggar and who the real villain of this show really even is. The more I think on it and examine things, the more it seems that Zarkon just really isn’t the big bad (which I know many ppl have projected/suspected before). But I also don’t think haggar is either. She obviously has a secret agenda and is probably only aligned with Zarkon because she has to be, though at the same time, she seems oddly loyal? Like, even when Zarkon goes against haggar’s better judgement? Which I suppose could make sense if her whole game has been to manipulate Zarkon in order to reach her own goals….

Haggar is just such a mystery. Not only has she turned on her own kind (alteans) and is helping the one that killed her people, but she also always seems to be… holding back? Idk, but she’s so goddamn powerful I have no doubt she could’ve taken on voltron and won, especially in s1 when they were still getting the hang of things. So… why didn’t she?

Idk, I just feel like there’s a bigger player here that none of us know about. Like, one thing that will explain all these random bits of information we’ve gotten, such as why voltron was created in the first place, what happened to the galra home planet, why Zarkon turned on alfor, why haggar does what she does. And I think that one thing is the reason voltron was created.

It makes sense, right? Voltron being created to defeat some great evil, the paladins think they destroyed it, but they were wrong? Maybe this something got its claws into haggar, turned her into what she is now. And haggar in turn turned Zarkon into what he is now. (I saw some meta about how all galra have yellow eyes, except Zarkon and then that one galra in the beta traz episode that injected himself with the purple quintessence that haggar and her druids make…)

Idk, I’m just kinda spouting shit rn, but it’s so curious and I’m just very excited for more seasons. Idk if things will turn out to be as complex as I may be making them, which is fine, I usually take theories with a grain of salt anyways, but yeah. I do think there’s something bigger out there that we have yet to see.

anonymous asked:

sorry, idk if you take prompts or not! you don't have to answer this immediately! fluffy au where lance and Keith start dating pre-Blades of Marmora, and Lance notices little things about Keith when they cuddle or do stuff together- Keith has sharp teeth, is unnaturally warm, has strangely good intuition, etc. Lance's suspicions of Keith (not exactly being human) grow further when they talk about their pasts with each other.

Hi there! And don’t be sorry! I generally don’t take prompts, since I’m writing way too many things at the moment (all my own fault ;D), but I have been known to jot down a quick blurb here and there …


Lance breathed in and out slowly before he approached Keith, sitting down next to him on the observation deck, turning to cross his legs so he could face him directly. He waited for Keith to look up from his tablet before speaking.

“So, I kinda need to ask you something, and you really don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable, or if you just don’t wanna talk about it, or —”

“You smell a little bit like cow,” Keith said, wrinkling his nose, setting his tablet aside on the armrest behind him. “Have you been hanging out with Kaltenecker?”

“Um, yes, and rude.” Lance stuck a leg out and jabbed at Keith’s thigh with his toes. Keith pinned that leg beneath his, smiling smugly. Lance let him have his moment and then reached out with his other leg, and somehow they ended up tangled; Keith was half on Lance’s thighs, half pinned between Lance and the back of the couch and this was actually pretty perfect. 

Lance stopped laughing long enough to press a quick kiss to Keith’s cheek, and while Keith was blushing — this was all still so new, so tentative — Lance blurted out, “So, um, I was wondering about your parents?”

Keith’s smile fell. Lance reached out with his arms, an embrace that was both loose, so he could escape if he wanted, and warm, because Keith ran pretty hot and that was part of why Lance was doing this.

“What about them?” Keith asked quietly, warily.

“Again, you don’t have to answer, it’s just that … Right, so you’re wicked fast at sparring? Like, way too fast. You’re shifty about that dagger you always have on you, and you have really good night vision? Again, like, way, way good. Also, you’re nice and warm, which is great, but also a tad more warm than …”

“Than …” Keith trailed off, and his expression was now somewhat challenging, and Lance knew that Keith wanted him to be the one to say it.

“A bit more warm than most … humans,” Lance finished, and then he swooped in and stole another kiss. “But, like, you’re pretty hot, so that would be a perfectly valid reason for that, for me, so if you wanna leave it at that …”

“I … don’t.” And Keith actually looked a little … relieved? Scared, frustrated, too, but mostly relieved. “I … my dad, he’s … he was … pretty normal. His family immigrated from Korea to Tennessee — no, Lance, stop, don’t you freaking —”

“But Keith, you’re the only ten I see!” Lance howled, unable to hold back even as Keith jabbed at him with an elbow. “Ow, no, don’t care, can’t stop, won’t stop!

“I hate you sometimes.” But he then leaned in and kissed the side of Lance’s neck, his cheeks glowing pink, and Lance felt his blood rush to his own face; he quieted down, encouraging Keith with a nod. 

“I … my mom had my eyes, I think, or I have hers. And she was fast — a wicked fast runner. She never really cared much about her appearance, except that she wore a ton of make-up, and she said she had a skin condition, and dad backed it up and … She wore hats. All the time. Or scarves or bandanas … And then one day she was gone … A few years later, dad was …”

Lance held his tongue, waited for Keith to finish — he’d known or suspected most of this, but his heart still broke hearing Keith say it aloud. An orphan. Passed around different homes, with people that liked him, people that tolerated him, people that were cruel and indifferent … But no one, no family, that loved him like they should, like he deserved.

“This dagger is … I don’t know much, but what I do know …” Keith managed to pull it out from wherever he hid it, and then he carefully unwrapped the binding. “This symbol was on Ulaz’s weapon.” He revealed the crest. “He said these are ceremonial weapons of the Blade of Marmora, and I’ve always had it, so …”

The dagger trembled a little in his grip. Lance wrapped his hand around Keith’s on the hilt. Those dark indigo eyes stared into his, and Lance smiled back, as openly and affectionately as he could. 

“So maybe you’ve got a Galra grandma or grandpa, huh? I mean, I assume you’re a quarter or less, based on genetics, since you, uh, don’t exactly look Galra. Except for the weird eyes — not yellow, but, ah, not exactly a human colour, either — and all that other stuff I’ve already mentioned, but did I mention that I find all of it cool? And I really appreciate how warm you are, like, wow, this Castle can get —”

“You … you really don’t care?” Keith blinked, those wonderful eyes widening. “You’re … you’re not freaking out or angry or scared or —”

“I’m kinda a little more blown away by the fact that you’re from Tennessee, actually.” Lance laughed when Keith nudged him again. “And I … really, really wanted you to tell me. Because I did sort of get an inkling that something was up, once we started doing this boyfriend thing and bonding and stuff.”

Keith methodically re-wrapped the dagger, put it back in its hidden spot, and then threw his arms around Lance’s shoulders, hugging him tightly enough that Lance felt tears spring into his eyes — because Keith had been scared, and now he wasn’t, and Lance felt like he wanted to spend all of his time making sure Keith was happy. Which was sort of scary in its own way.

“Thank you,” Keith whispered.

They sat like that for a bit, and then Lance pulled away, trying to wipe his tears discreetly. “Okay, but, um, really, I should be thanking you.”

Keith tilted his head in a gesture of curiosity. “Why?”

“Because …” Lance grinned wickedly. “Now that I know for sure, I can cross ‘make out with a hot alien’ off my bucket list.”

Keith tackled him to the floor and then there was yelling and an impromptu sparring match, and a broken Altean relic that they immediately accused each other of breaking and holy crap, Lance had a boyfriend from Tennessee, wasn’t that wild? he asked Keith, who laughed in his face and said, with a near perfect drawl, “Yer right — nothing stranger has ever happened to anyone ever.”

Lance had no idea what he was getting into with Keith, with Voltron, not really, but this kind of revelation only made him excited for what he would learn tomorrow. And the day after. And pretty much any day, all the days ever with Keith, his Tennessee-born, part-Galra space ranger partner.


Notes: And there it is, once again, way more fluffy than I intended … That was pretty fun to write, actually :D Thanks so much for the idea, dear, and for being so kind as to send it my way! *hugs* I hope this was okay :)