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Thoughts on Voltron season 3

Sooooooo. I just finished Voltron season 1 and 2 (in one day, hurraaaay). And I want to talk about something and I would like to hear what others think. Before I start, my English is not perfect. I may use certain words that are not grammatically correct or words that do not seem to “fit” in a certain context/sentence, so please keep that in mind.

I want to start with something Jeremy said in an interview, something about “facing sexuality in Voltron”. And I know a lot of people (including myself) want to think that he’s talking about Klance, but considering what happened between Keith and Allura (Allura accepting Keith being half-Galra and the hug afterwards), I think it is obvious who he was talking about. Allura never would’ve thought of falling in love with a (half-)Galra, a race that disgusts her. A race that killed her family and friends, but now we have Keith. Someone she considers family/friend, but is half-Galra. But why do I think that Jeremy is talking about those two? Well, apparently in the 80s version of Voltron Lotor was hitting on Allura while Keith was also pining after her. Also, there has been no developments with any other ““couple”” in season 2. If I don’t look through my shippers goggles, if I set my shipping goggles aside….. The first two seasons do not have any romantic interactions between the five (six if I incude Allura sorry Coran) of them. And if i’m correct it was said in another interview that they (the paladins) hadn’t had the time to bond with each other, which is 100% true.  When did they actually sit down and talk with each other? When did they have the TIME to actually sit down and talk with each other? Time to grow feelings? (not counting the bonding moments from the beginning of season 1) (Also I died at this part: WE HAD A BONDING MOMENT. I CRADDLED YOU IN MY ARMS - Keith 2k16).
These are all obviously speculations. If we look at Legend of Korra and the Avatar, the romance didn’t start until we were a few seasons in and in LOK I truly did not expect the Korra/Asami pairing (observation skills? what observation skills lol). So there is still a chance for Klance/Sheith/Shallura to become canon, but I feel like I set my bars too high after YOI (and Legend of Korra) and after learning about the 80s Lotor and Keith…..

This is MY opinion or you could call it a theory/speculation I guess, you do not have to agree. Hell, I don’t want to agree with myself (Klance/Lancelot i’m waiting for you in season 3). I would like to have a civilized discussion with our fandom, ‘cause I feel like overlooked quite some things….

What are your thoughts? :)

Dear Journal,

Today during class, I couldn’t listen to what the professor was saying. I was reading a chapter of the book Sirius wrote for me. It was about that time in first year.

It was the first week of our first year. I really missed Regulus. But I made friends! Somehow, Remus and I were both sitting on the common room couch, alone. I was asking him about muggle things since I learned that he was half-blood. Suddently Remus noticed my necklace. It was a Canis major necklace.

“You.. You have a pretty necklace.” He smiled.

“Oh.. yeah it’s…”

“Canis Major.” My new friend said, cutting my sentence.

“That’s right. You like astronomy?” I asked him, smiling.

“I do. I’ve read a lot of books about it. I guess you were named after the star?” He asked me, blushing.

“The brightest star. That’s me.” I laughed, realizing that my joke was awful.

But Remus still laughed anyway. He had that cute laugh that made other people happy. I felt like it was the first time we ever bonded.

-Sirius

I was reading Sirius’ words while the professor was slowly talking. I felt Sirius’ hand tap my shoulder and I looked up, marking my page.

“I didn’t write this book for you to not listen in class my love.” He smiled.

“The professor is so boring, I can’t help it.” I smiled.

“How about next week-end we go furniture shopping? We need stuff to put in our house!” He said, smirking.

“Oh that would be great, i’ll ask my dad to make so space in the garage so we can put them there before we move.”

“I can’t wait to wake up next to you every morning.” He smiled with dreamy eyes.

“You already wake up next to me every morning pads!” I giggled.

“That’s not the same! The boys won’t be in the room! And we have the tiniest bed ever right now!” He said.

“You’re right. What about our wedding? We’re still fiancés.” I smirked.

“We could arrange a small wedding during summer.” He smirked back, kissing my cheek.

“Merlin I can’t wait to be your husband.” I smiled.

“I can’t wait to be yours too my love.” He smiled back.

I’ll write tonight.
-Remus
March 13th 1976

Fred & George, Bodyswap

for @hug-bubble

1.  Bodyswap


“Great.  These work…” George picked up one of the Changeling Chews, an innocuous looking taffy, that when bitten in half and shared with a mate, would cause you to change places with each other.  “Too bad no one’s going to believe us…” George said with a scoff.  “We’ve traded places too often before.” 

“I always knew that was going to come back and haunt us…” Fred replied with a grin.  “Now to see about changing back…”  He bit another one in half and handed it to George.  

One Of Those Nights- Mino Scenario

This is totally not angsty at all aside from like 4 sentences because I suck at writing angst. So, uhhh enjoy the romcom?

As requested, the mino scenario that took about a month and a half to get right. 

WARNING: Dorky mino up ahead. 

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You bit your lip, admiring the sight of your boyfriend sprawled out in his sleep underneath you. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to call this man your’s. His dark hair stuck to his forehead notably; he was always one to sweat in his sleep, often causing him to grow ill during winter months. The same could be said for you, since he spent every night he possibly could cuddling into you.

His eyes opened slowly, causing you to recoil backwards on the bed. He chuckled a little, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “What were you doing, pabo?” The grogginess in his was so cute, you couldn’t resisted giggling. While he fooled many with his rough appearance, you knew him for who he was; a cute dork with a weakness for aegyo.

“Jagiya,” you cooed, pouting and resting your arms on his chest, encircling your face with your hands. You propped yourself up to look him in the eyes directly. His gaze never left your’s; his eyes searched for answers to why you were pulling this on him so early in the morning. Couldn’t the unbearable cuteness wait? “Can you make me breakfast?” The question came out as a whine, and he groaned in response.

“I just woke up. How long have you been up?” He laughed while speaked, breaking the question in half.

“Not long enough to get out of bed,” you answered, smiling sweetly as if the request was entirely pure. The truth was, that you quite enjoyed watching him shuffle around your kitchen shirtless, with his sweatpants hugging his hips fittingly. After some begging, he gave in. The only catch was that when he came home from his schedules tomorrow night, you would have to cook him a complete dinner. While in your opinion it wasn’t a fair trade, you reluctantly agreed.

He sauntered off to the kitchen, ignoring your playful wolf calls. Once he was out of sight, you raced to the bathroom, clearing your stomach of whatever was left from the day before. This is hopeless, he’s going to find out sooner or later, you reminded yourself. The empty boxes in the cupboard were proof of it.

 

“Is that everything?” Mino asked Taehyun when they got into the van.

“Didn’t you read the schedule?” Taehyun scoffed in disbelief to how irresponsible his hyung could be.

“I don’t have time to read that stuff between makeup and dress,” Mino snapped back, shifting uncomfortably to snap his seatbelt on.

Taehyun went to retaliate, but was pushed back in his seat by Jinwoo. “Really? Fighting after you guys just goofed around on stage for an hour? What happened?”

“I’m just anxious. I don’t think __ has been feeling well lately,” Mino confessed, slinking back into the felt seat of the van.

“She was the picture of health when I picked you up yesterday,” Seung-hoon noted.

“Yeah, but I think she’s just pretending to be okay so none of us worry about her. When I went to make her breakfast yesterday, I heard her get sick in the bathroom. And then she reappeared five minutes later as her usual self,” Seung-yoon leaned into the conversation, and raised his eyebrows at the transparency of the action. He glanced at Taehyun, who returned the questionable look. “Do you think she could have the flu, or something?”

Man, he’s dense, Jinwoo thought to himself. Although the other four boys had their idea of what was plaguing their member’s girlfriend from his description, none of them raised the notion in conversation. It wasn’t their place.

 

You sat on the couch, laughing at the variety show echoing throughout the small, yet comfortable apartment and munching on steamed vegetables that had long gone cold. You prefered them this way, much to the jests of your boyfriend. “Why did you steam them if you were only going to place them in the refrigerator anyway? Such a waste of time,” he would say if he could see you right now. A quick glance at the clock told you he would return home in less than an hour. Silently, you wondered if he had realized it too, or if he was as oblivious as always when it came to his schedules. On one of his routine visits, he almost blatantly forgot about a promise to appear on a show. He didn’t remember until one of his bandmates left seven voice messages in a row. He had been ignoring his phone as a ritual, pressing all of his attention on you for a change. However, the constant lighting up of his cell phone screen finally grasped his attention. Just the sight of the caller ID almost brought him to tears. “I’m so sorry, jagiya!” He had cried, “I have to leave! I totally forgot we had an appearance tonight! I’ll make it up to you later!” What a pabo, he never had to make anything up to you. From the get-go,  you knew a relationship with him would be a roller coaster. But you had agreed to it anyway because you cared deeply and immensely for him. And it was all well worth it. Even if you didn’t get to see him as often as you wanted to, it made his time spent home very precious to the both of you.

All these thoughts of Mino reminded you how hungry he is after schedules. He probably wouldn’t let the others members get food before dropping him off, so you decided you should make something for him. Quickly, you got up. A rush of dizziness washed over you, and you stumbled. The blood hadn’t reached your head fast enough, and the pressure from the fast movement caused your mind to go hazy. You collapsed onto the floor.

 

“Jagiya~” Mino called as he entered the apartment. Routinely, he took off his jacket and hung it up in the closet. You kept everything so neat, he never wanted to mess the place up just so you would have to clean it when he was gone. Although sometimes he was a pain, most of the time he was only thinking for your wellbeing. Especially now, since he knew you weren’t feeling so well, although you didn’t know that he knew.

He walked  leisurely, not surprised at not hearing an answer to his call. The television in the living room was blaring, so he automatically assumed you were into the plotline too deep. Out of habit, he made a beeline to the kitchen. Normally, he would smell dinner whenever he came home. You always seemed to know his eating schedule. However some nights, he didn’t have a clue of what you made. Tonight must have been one of those nights. Mino didn’t start to question the situation until he found nothing on the counters, or pre-made and made for him in the refrigerator. “Jagiya?” He called again, crossing the threshold between the kitchen and living room/dining room.

The sight before him caused him to panic. You were lying on the floor, television casting a soft glow on your unconscious body. He ran to your side, shaking your shoulders gently until you started to come to. Looking up, you noticed the tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes. “What happened?” He asked, pulling you to sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into his shoulder, trying to recall the occurrence yourself since your mind was still cloudy.

Finally, you answered him, “I stood up too quickly.”

“You stood up too quickly? What’s that supposed to mean?” He almost laughed, but he wasn’t quite calmed down yet. The questions came out in choked sobs.

You wiped the tears from his eyes. Seeing him worried about you was making you uncomfortable and distressed, and you were eager to end this as quickly as you could. “I stood up too quickly because I almost forgot to make you dinner. I must have fainted.”

“I’ve never heard of that happening to anyone in my life, jagiya,” you’d be surprised, you thought to yourself, “Are you sick?”

You hesitated. “Not really..”

“What do you mean ‘not really’? Either you’re sick or you aren’t.”

“I’m definitely not sick, Mino.”

“Are you sure? I..yesterday..I heard you in the bathroom. You didn’t sound so well.” Shit. Either he had a clue or he didn’t have a clue, you finally accepted. You’ve wanted to tell him of your unplanned pregnancy for a few weeks now, but haven’t found the means to do so. You were sure he would freak out, either out of a burst of anger or fright. Better sooner than later.

“I’m definitely not sick,” you laughed. His nervousness and concern was endearing. “But I am pregnant.”

Mino felt his entire world stop spinning for a moment. Had he heard you right? He definitely did, he decided. The entirety of your bold statement left him awestruck, yet he hadn’t fully registered what had just been said to him. To be frank, it hit him like a truck. “You’re what?”

“Pregnant.”

“But we-”

You took his face into your hands and shushed him. “I know,” you said calmly. “These things happen.” He calmed down, closing his eyes in concentration.

Suddenly a thought dawned on him, “You don’t think you hurt…it..when you fell, right?” You hadn’t thought of that, not that you had time to. Mino’s relentless coddling had awakened you and filled your consciousness ever since he found you lying on the floor.

“I..I don’t know,” You responded, placing a hand on top of your stomach gingerly, as if just touching your developing child could injure it further. “I don’t feel any pain or discomfort.”

“Be more careful, next time,” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t put yourself at risk for my sake.”

“You’re okay with this?” You asked him. His understanding of the situation had you highly impressed. It was in these rare moments when he acted mature that you fully appreciated him as a whole.

He smiled down at you before kissing your temple. “It takes two to tango, baby.”

Me: *is going about my day*

Brain: Hey wait a minute, when Ford said that Bill was trapped by “Gravity Falls’s Natural Law of Weirdness Magnetism” did he just explain why Gravity Falls is filled with anomalies, why Bill was interested in it in the first place, why the UFO crashed there, and basically revealed the answer to one of the greatest mysteries of the series in half a sentence of pseudoscience?

Me: …Fuck.

😶

I think I’m best friends with Alexander Hamilton.

I told my best friend that I have an essay in Science and he ran to house and said

“I WANNA DO IT!”

It’s a 5 paragraph essay, each paragraph must have 10 sentences.

He has done at least 13 paragraphs about stars and galaxies.

I can’t even do 3. I get bored.

His real name like birth name is Alexander.

I’m starting to believe Reincarnation is for real.

@varaenthefallen tagged me in this WIP game:

WIP Game Rules: Go to page 7 of your WIP, count down 7 lines, share 7 sentences, and then tag 7 other writers.

So here’s a bit from the current chapter of Anabasis, some of which people have already seen the notes for. By a bizarre coincidence, that scene ended up on page 7, so here it is in it’s final form.

(Also, I’m doing a little more than 7 lines because it doesn’t make sense otherwise. The actual seven lines start about half-way down.)

“What happened?”

Obi-Wan frowned, but it was Anakin who answered. “Someone offered Boba Fett one million credits to kill you,” he said. “Which is ridiculous. He should have charged at least three million.”

Padmé could only shake her head. She knew him well enough to know that was his idea of a compliment. She also knew it was sincerely meant, which really only made it worse. It was probably best to just ignore it.

“Oh?” said Obi-Wan. He sounded caught somewhere between annoyance and a morbid curiosity. “And how much are you worth, then?”

Padmé watched Anakin open his mouth to answer, and then close it again. Something old and sharp-edged appeared in his eyes, glinting like the stroke of a knife.

“Fifteen thousand Republic credits, roughly,” he said. There was no inflection at all in his voice. “I know it seems like a lot, but I’m a good mechanic, so that makes me more valuable.”

Okay I’ll actually tag some other people this time, but only do it if you want to: @scowlofjustice, @nimblermortal, @grand-duc, @terresdebrume and uh….anybody else on my dash who writes and isn’t writing TFA-related stuff.

One of Dave the Intern’s parents was a human. This is why his anatomy, proportions, and facial profile have a more human resemblence than whatever he’s supposed to be, and why he’s taller compared to other anthro Sonic characters. Dave doesn’t want others knowing about his half human roots, as such a thing is considered taboo in a lot of cultures, even if the village he lives in has no problem with it. This is also more of the real reason why he admired Eggman at first.

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pumpkin spice and everything nice

this is garbage and i apologize for nothing :) well I apologize a little


He calls her on a dark, chilly October morning. It’s five-thirty, so Scully’s been awake for half an hour, but if Mulder’s up this early it means he’s been up all night.

“What’s the deal with this pumpkin spice thing?” he asks without preamble as soon as she picks up the phone.

He’s said one sentence and she already has a headache. She pinches her nose, willing it away. “What?”

There’s crunching in the background. Sunflower seeds. That noise was the soundtrack to her life for twenty years, she’ll never mistake it. “I keep seeing stuff about it online. That all women like pumpkin spice things. Is that true?“


"Mulder, what are you reading?”

Clicking noises. “Um. Buzzfeed.”

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"That One Bar She Loves" One Shot

Author: the-game-of-fandoms

Original imagine: Imagine Dean looking at you dancing with another guy in a bar, after a bad fight

Word count: 1795

Warnings: cursing, drinking

Fic:

“Where are you going?” she asked when he stood up from the table. He pointed to the empty bottle of ‘hunter’s helper,’ as he called it.

“Dean, come on, that was almost half-full, how are you still walking straight?”

“That’s just a warm-up, sweetheart” he said, trying to make another one of his jokes that usually made her laugh. She didn’t know what it was about that sentence though, maybe it was the tone he used, maybe it was the use of the word sweetheart, but he sounded just like any other drunken idiot in a bar that was about to hit on her and try to slip his hand under her skirt. God knows she had enough of those. Suddenly, she found herself really bothered and she slapped the book shut.


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“Why are you so good with computers?” Beast Boy asked, lazily watching as Raven typed away at something very computery looking.

“Practice. Intelligence.” She glances at him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You were raised on Azarath, weren’t you? Like, until you were with us, right?”

“I spent about a year wandering until I found the Titans,” she said.

There was a lot in that sentence, but he let it go. He carried on with his original point, “Were there computers on Azarath?”

“Oh, I see.” She stopped typing to look at him. “They didn’t, but I’ve spent a lot of time with Cyborg. When I first discovered he was half-computer, I started learning. Then, as time went on, I learned it was a valuable skill and started studying in earnest.”

“But you know a lot.”

“I’ve studied a lot. Not all of the books I read are old magic tomes. It’s very specific knowledge  too - I could hardly create one of your video games or…or whatever else computers are used for outside of criminology.” She waved her hand dismissively.

He groaned. “I don’t know anything.“

She blinked. “Weren’t you hacking your video game yesterday?”

“No, I was just sequence breaking.” He sat up. “So, you’re supposed to get the powerups in order, but there’s a bunch of tricks you can do so that the gamethinks you got the powerups and-”

She raised an eyebrow. “Seems like a lot to know.”

“Nah, it’s just stupid stuff. It’s not really knowing anything.” He sighed and laid back. “Not like you.”

Today, I fucked up by fake laughing.

So this actually happened today, and is my first post. Just some background info, a week or so ago my grandmother died and I have a French tutor that comes over, because I suck at French.

I’m talking to my French teacher, and since I’m a bit slow in French, it takes a couple of seconds for my brain to translate the French to English. Anyways, as my teacher makes french jokes a lot, I usually just laugh at the joke as soon as he says it, then a couple seconds later I actually get the joke.

We start talking and I was only half-paying attention to him, when he finished his sentence and looks at me expectantly, so I think ‘He just cracked a joke’ and I laugh, while my brain is translating the joke. He looks at me slightly horrified, and then my brain finally finishes translating what he said, “I heard about your grandmother, I’m sorry, but she’s in a better place now.”

So now my tutor thinks I’m a soulless monster… and I’m still failing French.

Too Long; Didnt Read > Tried to fake laugh at what I thought was joke, laughed at someone offering condolences for my recently dead grandma. (cr)

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Okay y'all, Seb said it. It’s canon —now we’ve got to do the fic about what is actually written in those notebooks: half-formed sentences, names, events; he probably switches back and forth between writing in Russian and English. We’ll use “bucky’s backpack” as a tag…LET’S DO IT.