he should be used to it by now too

goggles-mcgee  asked:

58 Solangelo please!

Some Solangelo fluff-angst coming up! @goggles-mcgee

They were standing back to back. Nico was terrified of losing sight of Will again. It had been too close for comfort the last time, now he wanted to feel that warmth Will always seemed to radiate and whenever they lost contact he almost freaked out. 

Will was amazing. His arrows never seemed to miss their target. People around camp used to joke about him not being nearly as good as some of his siblings when it came to the bow but today it was as if his father was smiling down on him. This was a good thing, because there were monsters everywhere.

It should have been a simple enough task. The two of them, together with Travis Stoll was supposed to bring in a young demigod from an orphanage in New York, but monsters were waiting for them. They were in a really tight spot and Travis couldn’t even help them fight because he had to take care of the injured, scared-to-death thirteen year old daughter of Hermes they had collected. 

‘Will, we’re doing this!’ Nico shouted.

‘No!’

‘We have to!’

‘If you don’t die from this, I’ll kill you myself Death boy!’

Nico didn’t listen to his boyfriend because let’s be honest, he rarely did. He sheated his sword and grabbed Will in one hand and Travis in the other before he let himself fall into the shadow of the nearest monster.

They landed in the shadow of Thalia’s tree. Travis carried the girl across the border and Will followed. It took him a few steps to realize Nico wasn’t joining them. He was still sitting slumped on the ground.

‘Neeks?’

No answer. Will furrowed his brow and crouched next to his boyfriend. Nico looked up at him with a sullen expression in his face.

‘I’m sorry…’

That’s when Will realized there was a knife in his stomach and Nico’s pale hands were drenched in blood. One of the monster’s must have gotten a lucky hit on him right before he shadow-travelled them away. 

Will’s medical training kicked in. He pressed his glowing hands against the wound in Nico’s stomach.

‘I think I’m dying, Will…’

‘No! No, you’re not! Don’t you dare, Nico! I… I forbid you! You can’t! I’ll die if you die. I’d die for you, instead of you, if I could! I’d die for you and then I’ll force your dad to send me back so I could haunt you in the afterlife! And… I’ll haunt you here, and then when you die of old age I’ll haunt you in the Underworld as well, that’s how pissed I am right now. You can’t die, I’ll die!’

Will’s hands were glowing brighter and brighter. Suddenly, it was like a solar-flare erupted from Nico’s wound, and the moment after Will was being dragged away from Nico. That’s when he passed out from exhaustion. Before everything went black, he just about registered someone saying:

‘I can’t believe he actually managed to heal that. That wound was fatal. He should be dead.’

THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated. Britain, with an army to enforce her tyranny, has declared that she has a right (not only to TAX) but “to BIND us in ALL CASES WHATSOEVER” and if being bound in that manner, is not slavery, then is there not such a thing as slavery upon earth. Even the expression is impious; for so unlimited a power can belong only to God.

Two weeks. They had only been together for two weeks before people had found out.

 Draco paused before the entrance to the Great Hall and pressed his forehead against the cool stone wall. He could do this. So everyone knew that he was dating Harry Potter. So what? He had ignored the sneers when he had returned to Hogwarts for his 8th year, he had suffered through the occasional hex and had pointedly ignored any waspish comments that had floated his way. Somehow, he had endured all of this with his chin up and a disinterested look on his face.

He straightened determinedly, took a deep breath and walked in. Keeping his eyes on the wall above the Slytherin table, he still couldn’t miss how the noise of people chattering tapered off. Undeterred, he marched on. Pansy and Blaise, who had their heads close together in conversation, looked up. They glanced quickly at one another and then slid apart making space for Draco. He didn’t let the relief show on his face. Pansy was smart enough to wait until he was settled in and had filled his plate before asking, “Really, Draco? You didn’t think to tell us before we found out from a shrieking Weasley?”

Draco huffed out a sigh. “Of course I did. When we were ready you were the first people I was going to tell. It’s not my fault Weasley and Granger had the same idea we did and happened upon our broom closet.”

After giving him a searching look Pansy nodded, satisfied. She leaned in and whispered, “Tell us how it happened.”

Sneering, Draco was about to tell her to mind her own business when a hand fell on the back of his neck. He turned and found himself mouth to mouth with Harry. Whistles and cheers, and a few other less pleasant sounds, rose from around them. Panic rose thickly up his throat. He used both hands to shove Harry off of him. “What are you doing, Potter?” he whispered harshly.

Harry was looking rather taken aback and more than a little confused. He glanced at the surrounding Slytherins who were all watching with interest. Clearing his throat he answered, “I came to say good morning. I thought that since everyone knows..” He trailed off. The uncertainty in his bright green eyes made Draco uneasy, but he couldn’t ignore the panic he felt or the blush blooming on his cheeks.

“So because they know we are seeing each other it’s alright for you to maul me in front of everyone?” Draco asked.

A hint of amusement lit in Harry’s eyes. “Maul? Really, Draco. By now you should be able to tell the difference between a chaste kiss and when I’m trying to maul you.”

There were snickers around the table and a delighted laugh from Pansy. She moved over and patted the seat between her and Draco. “Potter, please do sit and tell us more.”

Draco made a choking noise. “I think that’s rather too much already. Potter, why are you sitting down?”

Harry reached for some toast and buttered it. “I’m having breakfast with my boyfriend.” He looked around at the many Slytherins still staring at him. He tilted his head to the side and added, “And all of Slytherin apparently.” More snickers.

This was too much. Far too much. And when Harry extended his hand for Draco to take a bite of his toast, he couldn’t believe it. He looked down at the toast and up at Harry again. Harry raised an eyebrow. “I am not eating toast from your hand, Potter!” Draco sneered.

Harry sighed, put the toast down and turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”

Draco huffed and looked down at his untouched plate. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Is it because I mentioned mauling and didn’t follow through? Because tonight-”

Horrified, Draco could do nothing but cover his eyes with a hand and weakly say, “Harry..”

Which, thankfully, was enough to shut him up.

With a sigh, Pansy offered. “Purebloods aren’t very affectionate in public, Potter. Or possibly at all, I really couldn’t say for sure since I don’t think I have even seen my parents kiss.”

There was a drawn out silence and Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He lowered his hand to find Harry was staring at Pansy in shock. He looked at Draco and quickly shuttered his expression. “Right. Sorry. I guess we didn’t really have time to prepare for this.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll just go back to the Gryffindor table.”
“No!” Draco said. “I don’t want you to leave. Just.. behave?” He smiled tentatively and was relieved when Harry grinned at him before he resumed eating.

One month later.

Harry watched Draco roll his eyes at Ron. They were sitting in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday night with Ron, Hermione, Pansy and Blaise. Looking back at the past month, Harry couldn’t believe how smoothly it had gone and how well everyone was getting on. After that first awful morning when he had kissed Draco in the Great Hall, Harry had learned to keep his hands to himself when they weren’t alone. He was enormously relieved to find out that Draco still wanted to spend as much time as possible together in and out of their rooms. He was not embarrassed that people knew that they were together; he just did not want people to see them being intimate.

Something that Harry, several times a day, thought was a great pity. In fact, he was thinking it right this very second as he watched his beautiful boyfriend smirk at Hermione and that now familiar feeling rushed through him and all he wanted to do was kiss those smirking lips. Draco glanced at him and he must have had a dopey smile on his face because he saw the smirk fall away as Draco gave a soft smile meant just for him. The feeling grew along with Harry’s smile and he knew he should tell Draco that he loved him soon.

“Harry, Mrs Weasley wants to know if you’ll be having Christmas with us at the Burrow. She says she asked Ron to ask you ages ago, but we both figured he hadn’t said anything yet.” Hermione said, eyeing Ron who was sheepishly avoiding her gaze.

Harry laughed and quickly looked at Draco who was watching him carefully. Turning back to Hermione he answered, “I haven’t actually thought about Christmas yet. I’ll be sure to let you know my plans soon.” There was warmth and pressure on the side of his leg as Draco scooted closer to him on the bench. Harry glanced up but Draco was focused on the Butterbeer that he was busy sipping.

The conversation continued and Harry was laughing at Pansy’s impression of Filch when he felt warm fingers on his wrist. He looked down at his lap underneath the table and saw Draco’s pale hand flip over his own and intertwine their fingers. Looking up, he found Draco engaged in a potions conversation with Hermione. The only proof he had that Draco’s hand hadn’t acted of its own volition was the pink staining Draco’s cheeks. He recovered rather slowly but managed to rip his eyes away from Draco and look around the table to see if anyone else had noticed. They hadn’t. Nobody questioned the big goofy grin that stole across his features when Draco squeezed his hand either. He risked another glance at Draco and their eyes met. Draco’s cheeks were becoming pinker and he rolled his eyes at Harry, but Harry still saw the quirk of his lips.

“Wait,” Pansy interrupted them loudly. “Are you two holding hands under the table?”

Harry’s smile vanished and he made to let go of Draco’s hand, but Draco held on.
“Yes, Pansy. We are holding hands. So what?” He drawled.

“No, I don’t mean it like it’s a bad thing, Draco. I was just surprised. What made you change your mind?” she asked.

Harry was also particularly interested in this answer. He watched as Draco’s blush deepened. “Well, I thought about it and I don’t really understand why purebloods are so opposed to showing affection. The only thing I could think of was that a lot of the marriages are arranged, so maybe there was no affection there.”

Hermione was smiling and nodding at Draco while Pansy looked pensive. Blaise on the other hand, was grinning slyly. “So, Draco.” He started. ”You finally decided there was nothing wrong with showing the world that you’re in love?”

Everyone was silent, so Harry could clearly hear his heart thumping in his chest. He watched as Draco chewed on his bottom lip, face aflame. Slowly he turned to Harry, his grey eyes cautious but full. “Yes,” he cleared his throat. “I did.”

And finally, Harry got to kiss his boyfriend in front of other people. And he did. Thoroughly. Even when their friends started to laugh and groan. Draco was laughing against his mouth when he pulled away and said, “Thank Merlin, because I have a lot to show.”

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Here’s the translation for the Makoto & Haru Side Story from the Free! Take Your Marks pamphlet, leading up to when Makoto and Haru arrive in Tokyo via the overnight bus. This also explains how Haru got his driver’s license. Enjoy~


Free! Take Your Marks Pamphlet: Side Stories
Makoto & Haru

Makoto: I hope we can find a nice apartment for you, Haru.

Haru: It’s the first time I’ve been on an overnight bus.

Makoto: Yeah. When I got my acceptance letter, I came to Tokyo with my dad via the shinkansen (bullet train). Fufu, I’m looking forward to the bus trip, Haru.

Haru: Yeah, oh by the way, congrats on your acceptance, Makoto.

Makoto: Thank you, Haru! It was pretty tough. After our competition I was just studying every single day.

Haru: English was the hardest at the end, right?

Makoto: Yeah, I just can’t seem to get the hang of English. I always think Rin’s amazing [since he can speak it].

Haru: Yeah, that’s true.

Makoto: Oh by the way, aren’t you taking driving lessons along with Rin?

Haru: Yeah, he cajoled me into taking it withi him.

Makoto: Haha, that’s very Rin-like. So, is driving hard?

Haru: Not really if you get used to it.

Makoto: I see, that’s awesome. So you both have your driver’s licenses now. I need to get mine too…

Haru: ……

Makoto: Eh, wait, Haru. What’s that face?

Haru: It’s nothing.

Makoto: That’s not true! You’re making the kind of face that seems like you’re saying that I wouldn’t be able to pass the driving test.

Haru: Not at all. Although, if you do get your license, we should borrow a rental car and drive back to Iwatobi together.

Makoto: Eh, really? Then I’ll try my best!

Haru: Well…on second thought, I’ll drive.

Makoto: Hey wait, what do you mean? C’mon Haru~~!!

crimson-chains  asked:

PROMPT: VICTURI GLITTER DICK, YOU KNOW WHY

Victor all but stumbled into their hotel room, laughing and waving enthusiastically to someone in the hallway. He spun on his heels, face alight and quite literally sparkling under the dim lights. “Yuuuuuri!” he boldly declared a split second before shushing himself with a chuckle, in the realization that his voice was a decibel above intended.

Said Yuuuuuri glanced up from bed, adjusting his glasses and setting down his phone, game on it paused. He squeaked, managing to snatch his phone out of the way as Victor collapsed onto the bed, draping himself across his fiancé.

“I can see you had fun,” Yuuri commented with a laugh, swiping a finger across one of Victor’s alcohol-flushed cheeks. It came back glimmering.

Victor mumbled something in Russian as he nuzzled into the back of Yuuri’s neck, littering it with slightly sloppy kisses. “You should have come with us, my love, it’d be waaaay more fun.”

“Would I come back covered in glitter too?” Yuuri asked, glancing down at the white bedsheets, which were now dusted with the sparkles coming off Victor’s skin.

“Chris’s idea!” Victor announced. “He covered me in gold, look!” Sitting up, Victor fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, only managing to get a couple undone before a low whine at his own slow speed signaled to Yuuri that he wanted help.

Still laughing at the sight of his normally very put together fiancé, Yuuri admired the messy silver hair also dusted in tiny gold flecks and the unkempt state of his shirt with the button alignment off—meaning it had already come off at one point during the night. Clubbing with Victor, Chris, and one of the wilder ice dance pairs the night before a ten-hour flight had seemed like a bad idea to Yuuri, and he hardly regretted turning down the invitation. All the more knowing that he would have come back to the room drunk and bathed in glitter.

“Mmmm, Yuuri, hurry up,” Victor complained, teeth finding the lobe of Yuuri’s ear, breath hot and moist against it as he nipped.

Yuuri was finding it hard to hurry up when Victor’s tongue was skating patterns along the shell of his ear. “S-stop that,” he scolded, getting the last button undone with steely determination.

The shirt hit the floor immediately, followed by a cascade of golden glitter that would surely justify a significant tip of apology to the maid. “Someone said I looked like Oscar!” Victor said, gesturing to his chest, which was indeed covered with thick ribbons of glitter. Each shift of his muscles caused an explosion of light to sparkle off his skin. “…Who’s Oscar?”

“Who’s Oscar, I don’t kno–” Yuuri paused in his mental search and started to laugh. “Oh, I think they meant an Oscar! The Academy Award? For movies? Like Best Picture?”

“You bet I’m the fucking best picture,” Victor bragged and then slid back onto the bed, drawing Yuuri’s hands to his chest. “Hey, Yuuri, hey. Do you wanna kiss gold?”

Chuckling, Yuuri nodded and pressed a chaste kiss to Victor’s lips, only to be tackled onto the mattress, caught in one much deeper.

“Oh my god, Victor, you’re getting glitter everywhere,” Yuuri protested, gold now dusting his own skin, spreading as Victor greedily sucked at his throat and pushed up the fabric of Yuuri’s shirt at the same time, hands transferring glitter along the expanse of Yuuri’s abdomen.

“I wanna make you gold and kiss you all over.” Victor palmed between Yuuri’s legs, tearing a gasp from him.

“Okay, okay, I think we need to get you cleaned up.” Best to logic quickly, before he lost the ability to. Yuuri tugged Victor off the bed and into the bathroom, still shedding glitter.

“You can clean me like a cat,” Victor purred against Yuuri’s ear, leaving more hot kiss marks across his jaw, “with your tongue.”

Groaning, Yuuri moved them closer to the shower, hands slipping as he switched on the water. Making certain the temperature was fine was suddenly an impossible task, when Victor was grinding very intentionally against him, hot and hard.

Turning back, Yuuri fumbled with Victor’s belt, unsure for what purpose he wanted to get his fiancé in the shower anymore. After pushing down Victor’s pants and tight black undergarments, Yuuri froze.

Froze, then began to laugh. He bit his lower lip to try to contain it, but it burst forth the second that Victor shifted forward and the bathroom lights reflected off the glitter.

“V-victor, ohmygod, how did you–” Hand up to cover his mouth, Yuuri couldn’t even bring his eyes up to Victor’s face. “How did you get-… you have… ohmygod.” It was hard to breathe.

“I thought you might like to kiss gold.”

If Yuuri laughed any harder, he might have fallen to the floor. “You-… you have glitter all over your dick.”

Absolutely, positively, completely covered in gold glitter.

“D-did you-…” Yuuri couldn’t even get his questions past his gasps for breath, laughing as he tipped up and kissed Victor’s lips. “You thought I’d wanna-… oh god, Vitya, you’re ridiculous.”

“Is that a no?”

“Get in the shower. I don’t know how much you’d enjoy me kissing gold, but maybe I can suck it for you.”

harryyyyypotterrrr  asked:

Okay so helppp. Everyone seems to have a hc that Draco and Harry are roommates in 8th year and when there’s Music and Moonlight and Love and Romance n all that ish and it’s trés cute but BUT. Nobody seems to have considered the concept of Weasel and Ferret sharing a dorm!? Pining!Harry, Pining!Draco, extremely stressed annoyed and hilarious Ron! Ron becomes matchmaker a la FGS MALFOY SHUT UP ABOUT HARRY FOR A SECOND WONT YOU and then they date and Ron is congratulated and bondingg and help me aa

OKAY but this is an amazing headcanon!!!!!! 

  • Harry’s really jealous when roommates are assigned, because he wanted to room with Ron of COURSE, what are you talking about?? Why else would he possibly be upset??
  • Harry encourages Ron to bitch about Draco’s annoying habits because he’s dying to know exactly what it would be like to live with him
  • ”Malfoy sleeps NAKED?! Fuck, that’s ho— aaah— horrible. I can’t believe you get to— I mean have to, yes, of course— live with that, Ron.”
  • Harry offers to trade rooms with Ron for a few nights a week because “that’s what friends are for, mate. If you have to suffer Malfoy’s pale skin and cock being on display, then I should get to— HAVE TO suffer it too.”
  • MEANWHILE Draco talks about Harry all the time.
  • ”I bet you wish you were rooming with Potter instead, don’t you? Perfect Potter. He would be the worst roommate. He would throw his clothes all over my bed, and then I would be able to smell him for days on my pillow. Disgusting.”
  • But then one time at like three in the morning Draco randomly starts a genuine conversation with Ron about whether he thinks Potter has forgiven him.
  • Ron is like… “Uh, yeah, mate… I reckon so.”
  • ”What makes you think that???”
  • ”Well… he used to talk about all the evil things he thought you were up to, but now he mostly just talks about your hair”
  • ”Oh…..” *long silence* “well I forgive him too, you know. For the Sectumsempra thing. So you can invite him to our room sometimes. I wouldn’t mind.”
  • Ron rolls over and is about to fall asleep when he realizes exactly what is happening here and just buries his head under his pillow and vows never to emerge
  • Only he does emerge and he invites Harry to his room
  • ”Are you sure I should go now? Malfoy might be in there!”
  • ”Yeah, he is”
  • ”What if I see his cock??”
  • ”You— what— uuuh. Well, then you’ll have seen his cock.”
  • ”Okay let’s go”
  • So then Harry and Ron are hanging out on Ron’s bed while Draco studies at his desk. Until he gets up and announces he needs a nap.
  • Of course as we all know Draco sleeps naked, so he starts slowly stripping off his clothes
  • Harry is like drooling and making weird whimpering noises and just staring so blatantly it’s ridiculous.
  • Ron calmly stands up and walks out the door, shutting it behind him, and neither Harry nor Draco notice.
  • A few hours later, Harry asks Ron what he would think about rooming with Neville again
  • Ron is overjoyed, switches with Harry that very day, and he lives happily ever after
  • except he’s still regularly exposed to naked Malfoy (and Harry now) because those two have no shame at all and they are apparently “too busy” to bother with locks
Lazy

Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.

Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex

Word Count: 2650ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.

And then you wake up.

For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.

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ARMY 4th ZIP: JUNGKOOK & V

Q; Tell us your first impressions of each other? 

Jungkook: taehyung was a very free spirited person from the start. I was very shy so I wouldn’t take off my underwear outside before hopping into the shower and I always hide while changing clothes. But I changed once hyung arrived. 

Taehyung: I allowed him to take his clothes off freely *laughs* 

Jungkook: I don’t know exactly what it was about hyung but he made me free spirited. 

Taehyung: Do I say mine now? My first impression of Jungkook wasn’t that great *laughs*. He was too rigid.

Jungkook: Ah~ I should have said it wasn’t that great too!!!!

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Bygones of the Sun | 07 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 6.7k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Highlights from AJ LoCascio and Neil Kaplan Let's Voltron Podcast
  • Neil and AJ praise the animation on this show
  • Neil sometimes gets so sucked into the series as he watches it on TV, he goes, “Oh yeah! I’m on it, too!” 
  • Neil teases AJ by saying that one of the reasons why he enjoyed this season is that he enjoyed listening to AJ’s Lotor voice and can see why all of the fangirls love it. (AJ gets bashful at this part) 
  • Neil loved seeing the scenes between him and AJ in context. AJ says the same thing. 
  • AJ loves the interaction between Lotor and Zarkon since you get a sense that they both know the other is lying, so no one is fooling anyone. Seeing their relationship play out is so much for him to see
  • AJ says that Neil’s voice is awesome. 
  • When AJ was 16, his mother kicked him out of the house. (He never gave a reason why his mother did that or went into detail outside of that.) He does claim it was a “blessing in disguise.” Because of that experience, AJ says that Lotor being ordered to killed on sight and seeking out the paladins may be a blessing in disguise, so Lotor can find who he truly is.  
  • When asked if Lotor knows if Honerva is Haggar, AJ says he can’t give it away. But then he and Neil joke around about the answer some more, saying that it could all be a dream. (From what I can gather, that answer is a spoiler, so we could be getting some more insight about that down the line) 
  •  Zarkon isn’t ignoring Lotor after hearing about the comet. Zarkon dismissed Lotor at first, but now he knows about the ships, he’s putting an end to it any way possible. 
  •  Lotor might use the comet as a bargaining chip for the paladins
  • If Lotor was a paladin, he would be the Purple Paladin and be Voltron’s hat 
  • When asked about what got in between Zarkon and Lotor, AJ and Neil joke that Lotor used “clackers” and Lotor listened to a lot of emo music
  • Neil thinks Zarkon should take a vacation in order to reassess about how he’s gonna go after Voltron and that he’s doing too much himself thanks to his generals letting him down
  • Zarkon would remove Lotor with puppets (I think Neil’s joking about this…?) 
  • Unfortunately, the show is such a well oiled machine, so Neil and AJ haven’t talked with each other outside of saying lines in the booth as much they would like.  If that was the case, Neil is sure that he would be picking up as much VAing knowledge as visa versa 
  • The only thing that Neil taught AJ is, “Don’t eat all of the sandwiches from Portos.”(Neil explains that’s a bakery near their workplace) 
  • The only way for Zarkon to accept Lotor is if he delivered Voltron to him
  • If they were in an RPG, Lotor would be an elf and Zarkon would be a tank or a wizard
  • When AJ saw the part where Lotor dislocates his shoulders for the first time when he was recording that part, he screamed. 
  • The reason why Lotor is able to do that is likely due to mixed genetics and the fact that he was in a life and death situation, not really caring that he was hurt
  • Lotor isn’t that bothered by Zarkon training Sendak now, but he was when he was little
  •  AJ once whacked his head on the Blue Lion (There’s life-sized models of the lions in the studio) 
  • There was a time where Neil was with all of the major VAs in the booth and went, “Oh that’s who you are.” He can’t go into detail outside of that. (So, what caused that is a spoiler, pretty much. Maybe Zarkon interacts with the paladins in the future?)
  • Neil is more musically inclined since he did musical theater, but AJ can play the harmonica
  •  AJ thinks Zarkon and Lotor’s relationship like Loki and Odin’s from the MCU along with Ozai and Zuko/Azula from Avatar. 
  • Neil thinks their like Henry and Christian from Moulin Rouge, Mario and Luigi from The Super Mario Brothers Movie (They were father and son in that movie unlike the games…at least that’s what I got from online reviews of that movie)  and Eddie and Roger Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit along with some characters from Lion in Winter (Not sure which ones since he listed off some actors instead of characters) 
  • Lotor’s favourite holiday is Halloween since he would love scaring everybody at a haunted house in his home. (As a side note, someone needs to make a modern AU about this) 
  • Neil also added, “Lotor also loves Halloween so he can dress up as Pidge–his favourite paladin.” 
  • Zarkon’s favourite holiday would be Thanksgiving
  • Zarkon’s favourite food at Thanksgiving would be the Quintessence Stuffing and onion rings.
  • Lotor never gave his dad a “Number One Dad” mug
  • AJ used to watch Leave it to Beaver a lot as a child
  • Zarkon is a smooth jazz kinda guy 
  • The one thing Lotor and Zarkon can agree on is that Jazz is better then Death Metal
  • AJ would’ve added the “Most Annoying Sound in the World” from Dumb and Dumber when Lotor dislocated his shoulders 
  • Neil would love to add a clown horn into the show if he could add a goofy sound effect
  • Neil sang a song on air and unfortunately AJ didn’t
  • Galra teens in the empire would say, “Vrepit sa, dude!” according to them
  • Lotor would get along with Keith and Allura the best since they have similar backgrounds.
  •  AJ added, “Kimberly and I get along very well, so art might intimate life.”
  • Neil thinks Lotor and Keith will get along the best. 
  • AJ agreed, saying that Keith may bring out the good in Lotor and ground him.
  •  AJ teases that Hunk could bring out the more “human” side of Lotor and food brings everyone together.
  • Neil thinks Lotor’s ex generals would make for an awesome girl band
  • Neil thinks that the Galra Empire doesn’t get enough credit for being inclusive towards women
  • The arena set up isn’t staged on Lotor’s part. He really is that good of a method actor
  • Lotor and Zarkon would dress up as two characters from Twins, Harry Potter and Voldemort or Gimly and Legolas if they were forced to do a group costume


There were probably some other points I’ve missed, but those were the major ones I caught on to… 

sherlock fuckin had angelo leave his own damn restaurant to run all the way over to 221B to bring back john’s cane for dramatic effect. like he could’ve just waited for john to notice but no.

he probably had angelo fuckin text him too like ‘k I’m here should I bring it in’ and sherlock was like 'no wait we’re gonna run back now, wait until you see us go in’ to get john nice and pumped and happy so he could Time it all right with “says the man at the door” and if that’s not some devotion to your crush idk what is

anonymous asked:

i have a headcanon but i've never actually done this lance's family is actually dead. they all died tragically. the reason he was so upset and homesick is because every year on the date of their deaths, he goes and puts flowers on their graves and gives them a recap on what's happening. but he left on the blue lion close to that date and he knows he missed it. imagine them going back to earth and everybody is expecting this big family but instead they see lance talking to a bunch of tombstones

“Where are you going, Lance?” Pidge glanced at him from the comfort of her moms arms. The older woman having dragged her family into a hug the second they were released from the government after saving the earth from the galra. 

“Ah,” Lance hummed, looking far too sad to be back on earth, “I’m gonna go see my family, I guess.” 

Kieth raised an eyebrow. Right now, only Pidge’s family was with them. Strange, cause Lance had a big family- not that Keith ever payed attention to when Lance talked about them, he swears- and they should have been there by now. Hunk sighs, “Do you, ah, do you want us to come with?” 

“Sure, Hunk, you guys can come. But first we need to pick up some flowers.” 

After about fifteen minutes in a flower shop, the trio (Lance, Hunk, and Keith- Shiro was with Matt and his family and Pidge was with her family as well) made their way to a graveyard. 

Keith stayed silent as the walked down the rows of graves. They stopped at one. It was marked “The Mclain family” then listing off about twelve names.  Lance put the roses on the grave.

“Hola, Mama, papa. I’m back home.”

God welcomes us as we are, but He doesn’t want us to stay where we are. A relationship with God changes us from the inside out. Jesus died because we cannot save ourselves. Our sin was too great. It is what nailed Him to the Cross. In Him, we have new life. Our lives should look different because His Holy Spirit now lives in us.

Sometimes even the calmest GMs snap.

Context: Walo, our aasimar cleric, has suggested diplomacy for every creature in this dungeon, including a griffon, three dust mephits, and a giant scorpion. She did this for the last dungeon too. Everyone was started to get pissed that she would use her first turn in every combat to try futile diplomacy rather than something useful.

Normally-stoic GM: Alright, now it’s Walo’s first turn. {He glares at the player playing Walo, a little ticked.}

Walo: Well, all the lamia did was hiss at us angrily, then we tried to kill it. {The GM’s face clearly says “Don’t you dare.”} Don’t you think we should try d-

GM, louder than anything he’s said in the last two sessions: SHE’S CHAOTIC EVIL, YOU IDIOT!

bakery au (oldie but a goodie)

Part 1

“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.

“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”

“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”

“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”

“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.

Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”

“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.

“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”

Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”

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  • Sakura: You know what, Naruto?
  • Sakura: I'm tired of this shit.
  • Sakura: He treats us like crap, all he cares about is revenge, and he's clearly out of his mind.
  • Sakura: Fuck Sasuke Uchiha
  • Naruto: *nods vigorously* Yeah!
  • Naruto: You're a genius, Sakura-chan
  • Naruto: It's impossible beat sense into that bastard
  • Naruto: We should try something different. Kaka-sensei always says to think outside the box
  • Naruto: And the box outside of that box too
  • Naruto: So
  • Naruto: Which one of us is going to do it?
  • Sakura: Wait, Naruto
  • Naruto: You're the obvious choice since you're a girl but
  • Naruto: No offense, Sakura-chan, Sasuke didn't seem that into you back in the day. Or now.
  • Sakura: *Eye-twitch* Naruto, I didn't-
  • Naruto: And Kaka-sensei. Well, he's always reading those pervy books *shudder* but he's too old for Sasuke. Blech.
  • Naruto: I guess...
  • Naruto: *Clenches fist*
  • Naruto: I guess it'll have to be me
  • Sakura: Ah *deep breath* and what exactly *grinds teeth* are you going to do
  • Naruto: Seriously? It was your idea
  • Naruto: I'm going to fuck Sasuke Uchiha
  • Naruto: until he comes
  • Sakura: ...
  • Naruto: ...
  • Naruto: to his senses
  • Naruto: yeah
  • Naruto: believe it
Hiraeth | Pt.13

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Words: 5,388.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language, violent themes, and intense subject matter).

A/N: This part was inspired by a scene in the series for The Maze Runner (I can’t say which scene for sake of spoilers but you’ll know).

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