far from another

voltron writers: lance sometimes says things like ‘ten thousand is one thousand plus ten’ because he’s the airhead comic relief character :)

me, an intellectual: english isn’t lance’s first language. and although he’s now fluent (presumably due to his enrollment at the garrison), the occasional mistranslation can still occur. however, these slip-ups are in no way a measure of his intelligence.

anonymous asked:

Can we see what would happen if fatal were to come to Gothy's place cuz of the note please (btw your art style is adorable!!! Eeeeee!)

the momment a child fed up with so many dark humor that they can’t tell if it’s humor or just dark—

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random bromance moments for anon ☆

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a lil dumb comic of my d&d warlock attempting a v dangerous ritual bc of course he would!

So I have a horrible theory

I know everyone is really upset about Narti’s death and it seems like the whole fandom is split in two because of Lotor’s decision to kill Narti and whether or not it’s justified. Well why don’t we get the answer from Narti herself?

A lot of people have been saying Lotor is a vicious killer or that Narti is a traitor who deserved to be killed. Or was she a traitor at all? We see in episode 3 of season 4 where her death takes place, the girls all shout out different things, such as “How did they find us?” and “We must have been tracked!” And then we get the long, processing pause from Lotor. He literally takes a whole 6 seconds to stop, think, then stare at Narti, who obviously returned the gaze:

She acknowledged Lotor’s gaze, she knew what he was thinking. She knew that he had found out. We can tell this by the specific close up to her and the way her head is angled to ‘look’ back at Lotor. And we all know how quick Narti is in battle.

We’ve seen the way she zips past her opponents and dodges their hits with ease. She obviously knew Lotor was staring at her, and that he was furious for not only putting his plans in danger, but the lives of everyone on that ship as well (especially the other generals). And the charge Lotor took at Narti was a clear, easy dodge for her. It was a basic move in which even I theorized before the season came out that if Narti was on the other side of the blade, she would dodge and mind control him. It just seemed so easily set up like that. And yet… She stood there:

Not in a defensive position. So essentially what I’m saying is: did Narti let herself get struck down for the sake of the team? Now I don’t know how probable this is, but it’s another thing to think about. Narti probably spent years with these girls and considered them family, since Lotor had not only accepted her as being a halfbreed, but having a disability as well. 

Now we don’t know if Haggar had actually mind manipulated Narti before she got on the ship with Lotor, but I wouldn’t say it’s not probable, especially with these frames:

What if she knew she was being brainwashed, since her own mind control powers could have interfered with Haggar’s?

Idk, this theory is probably far from true, but it’s another option to look at. 

I drew the Seekers bc they make me happy, when they emote their wings go flap flap!!!! ;A;

I’ll live my own way.

Inktober 2017 day 9/31: Death Note by Ohba Tsugumi and Obata Takeshi

here’s another #hottake on the interactions between lesbians and bi women on here

first of all, i think the way that we define lesbianism vs bisexuality on here is inherently flawed. the idea that bisexuality includes men while lesbianism doesn’t, and the idea that bisexuality CAN include men while lesbianism does not and cannot, don’t seem to be far off from one another, but they are.

we cannot define bi women based on their (alleged) proximity/availability to men! both because it’s simply an inaccurate representation of the myriad of experiences of bi women, and because it’s disrespectful to define women by their association with men. bi women are real people who exist independent of their potential partners, and it’s simply disrespectful, biphobic, and misogynistic to define these women based on the fact that, according to their sexuality label, they might date men.

there’s also this biphobic idea that bi women are “straight-passing”, as if homophobia, and biphobia specifically aren’t able to impact a wlw while she’s dating a man. this is just factually untrue. bi women have been proven to experience a high level (i want to say highest but i don’t have a source on me atm) of intimate partner violence. the promiscuous, greedy, unfaithful bisexual woman stereotype is just as harmful as the stereotype of the bitter, aggressive, “mannish” lesbian.

if two women in a relationship are walking down the street holding hands or kissing, nobody who is going to be homophobic toward them is going to stop and ask them if either of them are bisexual first.

the difference in how bi women and lesbians are treated comes from, imo, the difference in our labels. both of our labels have their own set of stereotypes, misgivings, and homophobia attached to them, and if straight people (or anyone who isn’t a wlw for that matter) DO know if a wlw is a bi woman or a lesbian, that might inform their behavior and the specific brand of homophobia they will use to harm us.

my point is that, yes, the experiences of bi women and the experiences of lesbians absolutely can differ, and it’s important to recognize these differences when they appear. but overall, and i can’t believe i still need to say this, neither group is better, more enlightened, or more radical than the other! bi women are not more inherently radical for not “limiting” themselves to one gender, and lesbians are not inherently more radical for not being “available” to men. these views represent very flawed and inaccurate images of the real experiences of bi women and lesbians, and it’s really time that we as wlw stop perpetuating them.

Confessions - Carl Gallagher Imagine

Originally posted by zgallagher

Warning: Sexual content, swearing, etc.

Word Count: 2277



“Carl, give it back!” you yelled, rolling your eyes and chasing your best friend up the stairs of the Gallgher house.  Since you had stopped to text a few times while the two of you were playing a video game on the couch, he took it upon himself to snatch the phone out of your hands and run away with it.

“Hey, I just wanna know who could possibly be so important that they could distract you as I kicked your ass in Call of Duty,” he teased, sprinting into his room and unsuccessfully attempting to slam the door before you put your foot in the doorway.

“Ow, what the fuck, Carl?” you yelled, limping in on the foot that hadn’t been crushed by the door.  “I was literally just answering my brother to let him know that I was spending the night here per usual!  And I was letting him know that I’d go grocery shopping tomorrow.  Now give me my phone back so I can finish kicking your ass downstairs.”

Carl smirked and raised his eyebrows at you, plopping down on Ian’s empty bed.  “Your brother.  Mhmm.” His eyes continued to nosily scan the screen of your phone.

“Yes, Carl, my brother.  I’m pretty sure we both know that I have nobody interesting to text considering I’ve been single for, what, six months now?  Now give me my phone back,” you demanded, inching forward and banging your hip into his dresser.  The rocking of the dresser caused a box to fall on the ground, spilling out its contents.  A smirk formed on your lips as your eyes scanned the ground.  It was your turn to tease him now.  “Ah, nice condoms.  I see someone has been getting the ladies?”

Carl immediately shot up to his feet, shoving you to the side and bending down to pick up the condoms off of the ground.  “Ha, I wish,” he said with a chuckle, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.  His shaky hands struggled to shove the contents back into the box.

You raised an eyebrow in response, stepping forward and ripping your phone out of his back pocket.  “What do you mean by that?” you questioned, walking around him and climbing up onto his bed as he remained on the ground.  “We’ve been best friends for years and I’m pretty sure we both know you’ve had your fair share of girls over here.”

“Yeah, I have, but…” He paused for a moment as he shoved the box into one of the drawers and slammed it closed.  “I’ve never gone, like, all the way with any of them… you know. Sure I’ve done just about everything else, but I’ve never actually done that with any of them.”  It was pretty clear he was embarrassed to confess this to you.

The smirk reappeared on your lips as he hesitantly climbed up onto his bed and plopped down beside you, his eyes refusing to meet yours.  “Wow, Carl Gallagher, a virgin?  When did you plan on telling me this?” you mocked, shoving his side before giggling quietly to yourself.

Carl clearly wasn’t amused.  He rolled onto his side so his back was facing you.  “Stopppp.”

You laughed yet again and rolled your eyes, squeezing his shoulder.  “I’m just messing with you.  I’m in the same boat as you.  No need to be embarrassed.”


“Really?” Your words caused Carl to roll back over to face you, his eyes scanning your face.  “Hmm. Interesting.”  Slowly, a smug grin formed on his lips.  “I guess that makes me feel a little better, but not completely.  Now since you’ve embarrassed me, it’s your turn to confess something about yourself.”

Your eyes widened as you shoved his chest with the palm of your hand.  “What? How is that fair?  I just confessed to the same thing!” you exclaimed, but Carl wasn’t having it.

“Nope,” he responded with a chuckle, grabbing your hand off his chest and holding it in his own a few seconds longer than usual. “You can’t have the same confession as me.  It has to be original.”  He was relentless.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, rolling over onto your back and staring up at the ceiling.  After a few moments of silent pondering, an idea finally came to your mind.  “I’ve never had an orgasm.”

The sheets ruffled as Carl shot up into a seated position on the bed.  A puzzled look took over his face as he stared down at you in disbelief.  “Wait, huh?”

You bit your lip as your cheeks began to heat up.  “I mean, yeah, is that so weird?”

Carl went silent for another few seconds, combing his fingers through his wavy hair as his face remained scrunched up in confusion.  “Well, yeah, kind of,” he started, nodding his head. “I get that you’ve never had sex, but I know you’ve done just about everything else with your past boyfriends.  And, what?  I just don’t understand.”

Your cheeks darkened even more as you looked down and began to play with your fingers.  “Sure I’ve done a lot of things with my past boyfriends, but… I don’t know.  None of them ever really brought me to that level.”

Still, Carl looked confused.  His eyes wouldn’t leave your embarrassed face as he tried to figure this out.  “Okay, so like, obviously your past boyfriends went down on you, right?”

This wasn’t exactly how had planned to spend your Friday night.  With a sigh, you sat up and rested your back against the wall.  “What do you mean by obviously?  Joey attempted it but got ‘tired’ and gave up after like thirty seconds. And Matt and Ben never did.  Matt said that it was weird and he’d rather not do it.  Ben said that girls like to go down on guys but guys don’t like to go down on girls.” You shook your head and covered your face with your hands.  “Can we please talk about something else now?”

Carl held up his hand in rejection and shook his head.  “No, no, no.  Not yet, Y/N.  I’m still confused,” he said, his wide eyes still burning into your face.  “So you’re trying to tell me that all three of those guys didn’t like going down on their girlfriends?”

“Yes, Carl, I guess that is what I’m saying,” you replied, beginning to get a bit annoyed.  “Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

Finally, a quiet laugh escaped Carl’s lips, but he still continued to shake his head.  “So you’re trying to tell me that there’s real guys that exist that don’t like to go down on their girlfriends?”

“Oh my god, yes, Carl.  That is what I’m saying.” Plopping down on your back again, you grabbed his pillow and threw it at his face.  “Enough now.”

“Wow.” He still wasn’t done.  “You’ve dated some really fucking weird guys, Y/N.”  When you only responded with an eye roll, he finally allowed himself to lay back down beside you.  “But still, never had an orgasm?  That’s insane.  You’ve been deprived.”

Your eyes at last met his as you shot him a glare.  “Wouldn’t know.”

“It’s amazing.  Heavenly, almost.  Feels so good it’s almost indescribable.” Carl’s eyes glowed as he described the obviously incredible sensation you had never experienced.  “Wish I could help you out with this one.”  After realizing what he said, the boy let out an awkward cough as his eyes darted to the ceiling.

“Yeah, me too,” you murmured, your cheeks changing to match the current color of his.  Not wanting to make things too awkward, you cleared your throat and sat up.  “Okay, we’re done with this.  Now it’s time for me to kick your ass in Call of Duty.”

The topic was dropped and the rest of the night was spent playing video games and stuffing your faces with junk food, which were your usual activities.  But something was different.  There was a tension between the two of you that usually wasn’t there.  Every so often, you’d catch Carl staring at you, causing his eyes to immediately dart away whenever you noticed.  More than once, you’d both go to reach into the bowl of popcorn between you at the same time and your hands would brush and linger near each other for a few moments too long.  The typical banter you two always shared now almost appeared to be what it always had been but neither of you would admit: flirting.  Sleeping together had never been an issue for the two of you, but tonight it was much more difficult for you both to get comfortable – not too close or too far away from one another.  Spooning was never weird before, but tonight Carl seemed extra fidgety as you pressed your backside into him.  Still, neither of you addressed the change and eventually managed to drift off to sleep.

You felt like you were on top of the world.  In heaven.  Straight ecstasy.  What a dream.

Your eyes flew open but the feeling didn’t go away. Your legs began to tremble as you propped yourself up on your elbows.  “F-Fuck… Carl?”

The moment you spoke up, the blankets were pulled back from your stomach and Carl’s face became visible between your thighs.  He looked up at you, flashing you a smirk.  “Good morning.  Wasn’t sure you were ever gonna wake up.”  Without another word, he inserted two fingers inside of you and moved his face back between your legs, darting his tongue across your clit.

The sensation was too good that you hardly knew how to react. A gasp escaped your lips as you bucked your hips up toward his face, increasing the pressure.  It was in that moment that it started to dawn on you what was happening.  “W-Wait. F-Fuck, Carl.  S-Stop,” you breathed out, but you knew it wasn’t what you wanted.

Carl pushed your hips back down on the bed and resurfaced again, pushing his wavy hair out of his face.  A smirk formed on his lips again as his eyes glanced between your shaking thighs and your awe struck face.  “You really want me to stop?”

Without another word, you pushed his head back down, caving into the feeling that was taking over your body.  “Don’t stop,” you demanded, contradicting your previous statement and tangling your fingers into his messy hair.

Carl immediately began to move his fingers inside of you again, his lips moving around your clit as he began to suck and swirl his tongue around at the same time.  Your moans got louder, causing Carl to increase the speed of his fingers.  His tongue was now gliding up and down your clit, increasing the pressure each time he made it to the top.

That was all it took.  Your hips ground against his face and you tugged on his hair, your eyes closing tightly as you climaxed and came against his tongue.  

As the world spun around you, you felt Carl climb back up and take his spot beside you, propping himself up on his elbow.  While you recovered, you could feel him staring at you, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration.

When you were finally able to catch your breath, you rolled over onto your side to face him and raised an eyebrow at him, grinning.  “Wow.”

“Sorry I didn’t wait to ask for your permission, but you were kind of moaning my name in your sleep beforehand, so I saw it as the perfect opportunity,” he said with a chuckle.  After a moment, the smile fell from his lips and he rolled onto his back. He cleared his throat and bit down on his swollen lower lip.  “And, uh, I don’t know if it was just me, but something felt different between us yesterday and, um, yeah… Kind felt like all those repressed feelings finally started coming up or something… I don’t know.”

Shaking your head, you moved closer to the embarrassed boy, cuddling into his side.  “It wasn’t just you.”

A small smile formed on Carl’s lips before it transformed into a smirk.  “You know, I once read that in order to have an orgasm, you need to be physically attracted to the other person.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed Carl onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.  “Yes, I’m attracted to you.  I guess everyone was always right whenever they said that we couldn’t just be friends,” you confessed, raising an eyebrow at him as a bulge began to form through his pants.  “And I’m guessing the feeling is mutual.”

Carl’s cheeks darkened a bit, but the smirk remained on his lips.  “You’re right.  I don’t go down on just anyone… Recently, at least.”

“How could I ever repay you?” you flirted, leaning down and resting your forehead against his.  You could tell you had the upper hand for once from the way he swallowed the lump in his throat and stared at you with wide eyes.  “Remember that confession you shared with me yesterday?”

Carl furrowed his brow and gave you a questioning look. “The one where I shamefully told you I’ve never had sex?  Yeah, what about it?”  God was he slow sometimes.

Brushing your nose against his, you wrapped your arms around his neck.  “How would you feel about changing that?”

That was all it took for it to click in his head.  His eyes widened for a moment before he grabbed your hips and flipped you over so he was on top.  He flashed you a smirk before brushing his lips against yours.  

“I guess maybe we’ll be able to call it even then.”


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Once again, I’m new to the game on here so please let me know if you enjoy! xx

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i’m so gay for Mirrorverse it’s not even funny 🗡

Emma Lath


Drawing hair is so relaxing. 

And I make such cheesy titles.   ( ̄  ̄|||)

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- David Suchet on almost losing the role of Poirot, Poirot’s Last Case panel at Paley Center, June 29, 2014

“I appeared with Peter Ustinov in the CBS film Thirteen at Dinner in 1985, just before I did Iago. I played Inspector Japp. […] Peter and I had talked about Poirot while we were filming. He liked the part because he could bring out what he saw as the comedy in the role, but he knew that he could never play the Poirot that Agatha Christie had originally written. Peter was too large, physically and as a character, for the true Poirot; his own personality got in the way, and he used the accent as part of his comic armoury.
But, during a break in the filming one day, Peter did say to me, ’You could play Poirot, you know, and you would be very good at it.’ It was extremely flattering of him, but I did not take the idea very seriously.”
- David Suchet, Poirot and Me
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