Headcanons? okay. Jacobi's a filthy Homestuck and nothing you can say will convince me otherwise.
oh my god i cannot tell you how much this made me laugh, thank u
all i can think about is how kepler knows that jacobi occasionally references this Thing but he has no clue what it is? like sometimes jacobi will just say something slightly Off, like in response to an order, he’ll get: “we’re doing this, sir. we’re making it happen.” which is kind of a legitimate response?? but then maxwell will burst into laughter and kepler DOESN’T UNDERSTAND
((Please don't interpret this as rude I'm just trying to understand and you seem wise)) Where does it say Keith is Asian? I'm not saying he's not I just can't find it. Cuz his dad is Texan, right? Which makes his mom Galra and thus not of any Earth ethnicity? Please I'm not trying to be rude you just seem smart in this issue.
No canon source has listed Keith as asian (as far as I know)
People headcanon him as Korean because of his voice actor (Steven Yeun) or as Japanese because of his earlier counterpart (Keith/Akira Kogane)
Assuming his mom is full-Galra, Keith is therefore half-Galra.
However, there is the possibility that his mom is only part-Galra herself. Keith’s mom could therefore be asian herself, and we just don’t know it yet.
Keith’s father, assuming that was Keith’s biological dad, is inferred to be from the South, possibly Texas. We have no idea what race/ethnicity Keith’s dad is, because that information hasn’t been given to us yet.
‘Texas’ is not a race or ethnicity, because Texas is only a state. You are Texan if you live there or were born there, but if you were doing a census you wouldn’t write ‘Texan’ as what you identity as.
A white person can be from Texas.
An asian person can be from Texas.
Anyone of any race can be from Texas, they just have to be born in/live there.
TLDR: The Korean Keith theory is still alive and well, hallelujah.
Gladio! Your confidence is VERY inspiring! Where do you get it from? Or is it just who you are?
Y’know, I’m going to have to thank the people who raised and
trained me for this one. You can’t build up your confidence unless you’re surrounded
by people who support you and I always
had support growing up.
Author’s Note:Ok guys this is my very FIRST imagine! So please be nice. I just wanted to try and write this cute idea that came to me randomly, I hope you like it!
Word Count: 763
Summary: You and Conor recently had a baby. With being a new parent, Conor back in the studio, and sleep problems, it gets to be too much. However you don’t want pull him away from work. You want to handle it on your own.
You were a new mother. It had been a little over 2 months since you and Conor had your little man. A beautiful baby boy named Everett. Everett Colin Maynard. For the most part he was a pretty happy baby, but he seemed to hate it when his dad was away.
Conor’s a great dad. Very hands on and involved. Which you loved, but he also had to go back to work. He was putting a lot of time into finishing his second album. Which meant many late nights in the studio. Leaving you and Everett alone.
You didn’t want to make him worry and have him put his music on hold. You wanted to prove you could handle being a new parent. But sleep deprivation was starting to wear on you. The house wasn’t very tidy and you were getting stressed out. For whatever reason the past couple nights Everett would cry on and off nonstop. You just could not get him to sleep. You tried everything. Bouncing him, rocking him, feeding him, giving him a pacifier. Nothing seemed to be working.
One night, you were sat in the nursery with your wailing infant. Rocking back and forth, trying to soothe him with a soft voice.
“C'mon Everett. Shh…baby it’s ok. Please try to go to sleep. Mommy is so tired!” you pleaded.
You instantly knew you needed some help, but you weren’t going to bother Conor. You looked at the clock which read 1 am. Surely Jack would be awake. You reached for your cell phone on the changing table and dialed him.
It rang a couple times before you heard a sleepy voice say, “HHelllooo? What is it (Y/N)? Everything ok?"
"Hi Jack, I’m sorry to wake you..but I could really use some help. I’m just so tired. The baby won’t stop crying….” You started to sob. “I’ve tried everything and Conor’s in the studio recording and I…I.."
Jack interrupted you, ”(Y/N) alright, alright. Try to take a deep breath for me.“
You took a few deep breaths.
"Good. Very good. Ok, I’m going to hang up now and come over to help straight away alright?"
"Thank you Jack” you sighed.
~A few minutes later you heard the door unlock~
“Jack, we’re in the nursery."you called.
Footsteps drew close to the nursery and the door creaked open. Everett still crying in your arms. You turned around in surprise to see not Jack, but Conor standing in front of you.
"Hey! What are you doing home? I thought you weren’t going to be back for a couple more hours.”, you cried and pulled him in for a kiss.
He stood there and smiled at you.
“Jack called me and said you were in tears and sounded absolutely exhausted. Why didn’t you tell me you were having a hard time with little man love?” he asked.
“I don’t know. ” you whined. “I guess I just didn’t want you to postpone your music any farther. I thought I could juggle everything and handle this new mom thing. But I’m not going to lie, it’s really fucking exhausting."
He laughed. He brought his hand to your chin, so your eyes were level with his."Hey look at me gorgeous. We’re a family. Family is everything to me. As much as I love music and how hard I’ve been trying to complete this album, you two will always come first.”
Your heartfelt moment was soon interrupted by baby cries.
"Now you give him to me and go to our room to get some rest. Go on! We’ll be fine!” he insisted.
You handed the baby over to him and walked towards the door.
Before you headed to go back to bed, you decided to look in on the boys. As you crept back towards the nursery, it was quiet. You peeked through the crack in the doorway to see Conor sat in the rocking chair. He began singing a lullaby and rocking gently back and forth.
“Light up, light up.. As if you have a choice. Even if you cannot hear my voice
I’ll be right beside you dear…” (Run- Snow Patrol)
He sang Everett one of his favorite early covers. Yours too.
You stood there thinking about how grateful you were to have Conor. Not only was he an amazing man, he was an amazing father. Even though you were exhausted, the house was in disarray, and you were kinda clueless about this whole parenting thing, you had your boys. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
The Flash: S1: His mom is killed by a Speedster. Season 2: His dad is killed by a speedster. Season 3, the love of his life is killed by a speedster.... For real, they don't see that it's a copy & paste from S1? They sold TF has a lighthearted show, the complete opposite of Errow that's why it was so successful and yet , here we are smh...
I’m just tired, and I just have to WATCH it. Imagine having to act all of this shit out? No wonder the cast is longing for hiatus.
The way I see it, Prince Lotor could either be a great opportunity for serious drama or just an absolute Team Rocket-style shitty villain, and either way I am 110% ready to see Voltron dropkick him into space.
I never liked the idea of Will’s dad being a jerk,(like he is in ALL fics) I always thought he was just a guy that didn’t know how to express his love for his son in more open ways, after all Will never talked in a bad way about him, and even some of the things he loves are things his dad taught him.
I ended up joking over twitter that his dad was Ron bc they share many hobbies and the way they live, and well a joke led up to this…(Hannigram are still on the run tho but Ron doesn’t watch tv and lives in the middle of nowhere so he doesn’t know/care his son-in-law is a serial killer)
Hannibal will never let Will live down that his dad accepted him officially, Will regrets it so much
Bonus (how do you know what human meat tastes like wtf?!?!)