i call this sort of red and orange and black team

Lance dropping casual observations about Keith is a pure and good thing.

They’re on a new planet and Lance is trying out the food at a local festival. He’s thankful for the green goop and Hunk has done wonders in experimenting with the flavor, but sometimes a guy needs a little more variety. Or at least something that tastes like coconut. He grabs some sort of kabob looking thing and takes a small bite. As soon as the flavor hits him, he’s bounding across the room waving the dish excitedly in Keith’s face shouting, “Dude you HAVE to try this, you’re gonna love it.”

It’s hot pink with green stripes an….fuzzy? Keith raises an eyebrow at the striped mammalian horror for a moment, then narrows his eyes at Lance. “It’s not going to turn me green or make me throw up is it?”

Lance rolls his eyes. “That was one time, get over it already. Nothing weird is going to happen, I just know you have a sweet tooth so I think you’ll like it.”

Keith is blindsided by the statement. How does Lance even know that? What the quiznak? He doesn’t realize he’s silently staring at Lance until the blue paladin is waving the food in his face once again. “Are you gonna try it or what?”

Keith brushes the surprise off; he’ll think about it later. “Um… yeah, sure. Stop trying to stab me in the face with it, jeez.”

Keith ends up eating 11 of the seussian skewers before they go back to the castle for the night.

“What are you nervous about?”

Keith’s posture stiffens. He didn’t even hear Lance enter the common room. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”

Lance climbs over the back of the couch to seat himself on it - because he can’t just be normal and walk around to sit like a normal person - before answering. “You’re staring off into space, ha, and messing with the Velcro on your gloves. You only do that when you’re nervous about something.”

“How do you even know that?!” The question tumbles out of Keith’s mouth without explicit permission.

Lance pulls his legs up to cross them and raises an eyebrow. “I pay attention, obviously.” He looks away before adding “So….what’s wrong.”

They talk for a while. It’s not a magic cure, but Keith doesn’t feel like the universe is completely falling apart afterwards. It’s…nice.

Pidge finds the t-shirt on one of their trips to the space mall. It says something along the lines of “Edge Lord” on it in an alien tongue and Pidge thought it was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen an immediately bought it. Keith wrinkles his nose at it, but leaves the room to pull it on anyways. He’s never really had a family, but Pidge is so much like a younger sibling and they looked so proud of the gift. He doesn’t want to let them down. So, he slips it on and marches back into the training deck, determined to not be embarrassed. Which meant that Lance had made his way into the room just before Keith returned, of course.

Lance actually does a double take before he’s consumed with laughter. Keith pouts. When the full body howling finally dies down to more of a giggle, Lance looks over at Pidge. “Is THAT the shirt you bought him?”

They grin, “Yup.”

“God bless you Pidge. I can’t believe you got him to wear it though, Keith hates the color orange.” There’s no time for Keith to wonder how it is that Lance became privy to that information because Lance gives him another look over and grins. “With good reason too. It’s definitely not your color dude.”

Keith immediately pulls the boot off of his left foot and chucks it at Lance’s head. He doesn’t actually throw it hard, but he also doesn’t miss. 

Hunk finds a shop that sells space candy on another trip to the space mall a few weeks after the t-shit incident. They look and taste like jelly beans and even come in a myriad of assorted colors. Everyone on the ship is basically obsessed with them. No one brings it up, but the space jellies, as lance loving calls them, remind everyone on the team of home. It’s bittersweet and Coran makes sure the kitchen is well stocked with them. 

It’s the middle of the night and Keith can’t sleep, so he drags himself to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Lo and behold, he notices a certain Cuban boy sitting on the counter tossing space jellies in the air and trying to catch them with his mouth. Lance’s antics are ridiculous, but they’re also kind of…. endearing? Keith shakes the thought from his head and rolls his eyes for good measure before making his way to the pantry. 

If it had been anyone else, there would have been at least three boxes left and a cold juice sitting there waiting for the taking. BUT it’s Keith, so that means the last box of space jellies is currently being consumed by Lance who rattles a half finished box and says, “Looking for these?”

When Keith turns to face him, Lance is grinning from ear to ear. It’s definitely not cute. “You took the last one.”

Lance’s smile doesn’t falter at Keith’s grumpy tone. “Sure did.”

Keith huffs and turns back to the pantry, resigns himself to grabbing a bag of little pea shaped things that taste like banana at first, but leave a burnt toast aftertaste. Pidge is obsessed with them, Keith doesn’t really get it but he needs something to snack on so he sits a the table and tears opens the bag.

A few minutes go by and the silence is only broken up by Lace humming a few bars of some song Keith has never heard before. He likes it though and he’ s almost tempted to ask Lance to hum it a little louder. But that’s weird. So he just stares at his pea things and occasionally places one in his mouth.

A box is suddenly placed in front of Keith as Lance slides onto the seat directly across from him smiling. “You like the black ones, right?” He says it with an air of confidence that only Lance possesses but there’s some sort of undertone to it that Keith can’t quite identify. Fondness maybe?

Keith shifts his gaze from the boy in front of him back down to the box of space jellies. There are quite a few of Keith’s preferred jellies in there and it almost seems like Lance had planned on saving all of them for Keith before he even came into the kitchen. Keith pushes the thought away and looks back up at Lance to mutter a thank you. When Lance smiles this time it’s blinding and genuine. Keith has to avert his gaze yet again, because when Lance gives him that specific brand of smile… his heart starts to do weird things.

The humming starts again and when Keith is done with his jellies they clean up and Lance walks him to his room. The “Goodnight” Lace utters before heading to his room is accompanied with a small wave and a soft smile. Keith falls back to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. 

They’re sitting side by side on the floor of the bridge staring upwards at the holographic image of Earth’s sun and all of the stars surrounding it. It doesn’t happen every night, not that there’s really a night or a day in space, either way they should both be asleep at these time none the less, but it’s not uncommon for one of them to find the other sitting by a window looking out at the endless space that surrounds them at all times now.

Sometimes they just sit together in comfortable silence. Sometimes they make up stupid constellations to make one another laugh. Occasionally they’ll both lay down next to each other as they look out a window at an unfamiliar planet and talk about all kinds of things in muted tones. 

Tonight though, there was something about the look in Lance’s eyes that made Keith take him by the wrist and lead him to the bridge to look at the familiar stars they’d both grown up staring at. 

Keith smiles as he points to another cluster and says, “That’s Lyra.”

Lace looks up. “It’s small.”

“Yep.” The red paladin nods. “It’s the 52nd constellation in order from largest to smallest, but Vega is part of the constellation and that’s the fifth brightest star in Earth’ s night sky.”

Lance pulls his legs to his chest and rests his chin on his knees. “Isn’t there a myth behind it about a musician or something?”

“Yeah, Orpheus. The story is pretty sad actually.”

Lance spares Keith a glance paired with a smirk before looking back at the hologram. A half smile shouldn’t twist Keith’s stomach like that, but it does. “Greek mythology usually is Keith.” There’s a brief pause before Lance turns back to Keith again and asks “Will you tell me the story?” 

This time Lance doesn’t look away. His gaze is fixed on Keith and the expression he’s making and the tone of voice he’s using isn’t quite as unfamiliar to Keith anymore as it was four months back. In fact, he gives Keith that look every night they sit together under the stars, and sometimes throughout the day when he thinks no one is looking, or when he catches Keith laughing at one of his jokes. Lance looks at Keith like precious, like he’s the most beautiful thing in the universe and it never fails to make Keith’s mouth go dry or increase his heartrate.

“You don’t want to hear me ramble about some random Greek tragedy.” He can’t look away from those eyes. Who awarded Lance the right to have such perfect blue eyes? They’re the pools of water you land in when you’ve followed the river down the waterfall and Keith has never been a strong swimmer. It’s not fair.

“I do.” Lance sounds so sincere. Why does he have to sound like that? Why is his voice so soft and fond? Two syllables came out of that mouth. Simple words, three letters, one space between the first and the last two when written down, and they still manage to knock the breath from Keith’ s lungs. 

When it’s just him and Keith, Lance is different. The obnoxious jokes, and the issuing of lame little competitions between the two of them, and the occasional bickering are all still there even when they’re alone. Keith just feels like there’s something…extra. Like bonus content you only get when you’ve purchased the collector’s edition of a game or something. Lance’s edges get softer and he’s more honest about what he’s feeling when no one else is in the room. He’s  a little more sincere, more prone to being serious, and it’s stunning.

“Please? I like to hear your voice.” Keith still can’t manage to tear his eyes away from the boy sitting next to him, and he knows. He knows that he’s beat red. It’s so, so embarrassing, but he still takes a deep breath when his lungs figure out how they’re supposed to work again and he starts telling the story. 

“So, you were right. Orpheus was a musician, but not like any run of the mill musician, he was the best harpist in all of Greece, even the gods acknowledged his talents.” Lance whistles and Keith tries very hard to not be distracted by the way his lips pucker to make the sound. “Umm…. So, on his wedding day his wife, Eurydice, got separated from the wedding party and got bit on the heel by a snake while she was running away from a Satyr with… less that pure intentions and died.”

“That’s awful.” It’ s almost a whisper.

“Yeah, it really is.” Keith pauses for a moment to silently mourn a fictional nymph. Which, okay yeah it’s probably dumb, but whatever. If Keith had learned anything in the last six months of constant warfare, it’s that patience yields focus and you should always respect the dead. He continues, “Anyways, Orpheus was so heartbroken that he decided to take a journey to the underworld to strike a bargain with Hades to get her back. So when he got there he just started playing this song, and it was so beautiful that even the stones around them start crying and it moved both Hades and his wife Persephone’s hearts or whatever, so Hades cut him a deal.”

“He told Orpheus that if he started walking to the gates of Hell Eurydice would follow behind him and be returned to the world of the living, but only if he didn’t look back at her until they were both out of Hades’ domain. So he walked and walked and had to keep reminding himself that no matter how much his heart told him to, he couldn’t look back. So, when he reached the upperworld he finally looked back, except he forgot to account for the fact that Eurydice could be farther than a foot behind him. She hadn’t reached the entry yet, so she was dragged back down to stay in the world of the dead.”

Lance makes a small sound, whining sound. It’s the same sound Lance always makes when he hears something sad or sees wounds on a comrade after a battle. Keith reaches a hand out to push Lance’s bangs back partly because he knows it’s the easiest way to sooth the blue paladin, and partly because it was an excuse to touch him.

He pulls his hand back, not without reluctance but he still has the rest of the story to tell and being mesmerized by Lance melting under his fingertips would be a little too distracting for Keith to remember how words work. “After that he only ever played sad music. There are a few different versions of how the myth ends, but the one that’s told most often is that in his grief he didn’t pay tribute to the god of wine and he was torn limb from limb as punishment. The muses carried his harp into the sky to form Lyra and immortalize Orphus’s tragedy in the night sky.”

All at once there’s a weight on Keith’s side that was not previously there. Lance had closed the small space between them so that he could rest his head against Keith’s should and lean into him. 

Lance makes an amused sound. “Of course your favorite constellation in the sky would be the one with the with the most depressing love story behind it.”

Keith furrows his brow. He’s been pointing out different constellations all night and he just doesn’t get how Lance picked out his favorite one so easily. His heart does something weird again. It’s painful and also…  pleasant? warm? nice? 

Keith does it too, though. Off of the top of his head he could tell you that Lance hates everything remotely flavored like cooked carrots, but will eat anything that tastes like raw ones. He could write poems about how Lance always worries his bottom lip with his teeth when he’s not quite sure what to say. He could almost list all of the names of the people in Lance’s absurdly large family in alphabetical order and tell you at least two facts about each one of them. Keith could tell you all about how Lance mumbles under his breath in Spanish when he’s scared or exhausted. It wouldn’t sound as pretty, but he could hum you all of the songs Lance sings when he’s happy.

Keith know without a shadow of a doubt why he remembers every tiny detail that Lance has ever revealed to him. There wasn’t a specific moment he realized he was in love with Lance, it had been happening slowly for a long time now. And, yeah, Keith thinks he has an idea as to  why Lance knows so many small truths about him too. He’s just… never asked for confirmation. So he plays with the velcro on his gloves for split second before deciding to take them off completely and setting them aside. He burns a hole in the projected image of Earth’s sun and bites the bullet.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

Lance lifts his head from Keith’s should and settles his chin in it’s place so that he gets a better view of Keith’s profile. “Doing what?”

Keith musters up the courage to turn his face and look directly into Lance’s eyes. Their noses are almost touching now. “Noticing all of these… I don’t know, these like, obscure little things about me that no one else notices. Like knowing I like black space jellies when I’ve never actually vocalized anything about that, or remember when Hunk tried to shove that plant in my face so I could smell it and you swatted it out of his hands because it looked like a tulip and you remembered I was allergic to them. Or knowing that my favorite color is blue and that my least favorite is burnt orange.”

“To be fair burnt orange is an awful color in general.”

“Okay, yeah, but you always know when I’m upset, or nervous, or happy because of some weird hand gesture that I usually don’t even know I’m doing until you point it out. Why do you know all of those things Lance? Why do you remember them?”

One of Lance’s eyebrows quirks up and he teases, “Do you really want to know?”

Keith let’s out an exasperated breath. “Well, I asked didn’t I? So yeah Lance, I want to know.”

The smirk falls off of Lace’s face and he shifts himself to sit on his feet so that his body is facing Keith’s. Lace keeps his eyes trained on the floor, looking like he’s waging some sort of internal battle, and when he finally looks back up at Keith there’s determination burning in his expression and maybe a little fear. 

Lance opens his mouth to speak…and then he closes it. He does this four times before bringing his folded hands up from his lap to cover his face. Lance complains into his hands in hushed Spanish. 

When he peaks out from between his fingers and then drops them uselessly back in his lap, his cheeks and ears are an adorable shade of red and he smiles at Keith sheepishly. “You know, for someone who talks so much, I’m really not all that great with words when it comes to stuff like this.” 

The words are accompanied by a self deprecating laugh. Keith frowns and tries to make his voice sound encouraging when he says “Take your time.”

Lance smiles, but there’s a bitter edge to it. “That’s the thing though, all I’ve been doing is taking my time. I’m kind of sick of it honestly. I keep trying to find the exact right words to say to you and I practice in my head and then as soon as I consider opening my mouth to say it, I just forget how to talk or I say something dumb. And it’s just so ridiculous, you know? Because it doesn’t have to be some drawn out dramatic speech like I keep telling myself. It’s actually just so stupidly simple and I don’t get why I’m so scared to mess it up. But really, how hard is it to say “because” and follow it up with three words? I look at you an I just…” Lance stares at him. “I just…” Lance lifts his hands and places them on either side of Keith’s face. 

Keith’s heart is trying to make its great escape by bludgeoning it’s way out of his chest. He’s pretty sure his entire rib cage is turning to dust and his body is down a set of lungs. They’ve just ceased existing. What are lungs? No clue, never heard of them.

“Keith.” Lance’s voice cracks just a little when he says the name and he swallows and starts again. “Keith. Keith Kogane. My buddy, my pal. I know that you have a sweet tooth, and that you love a good hug but don’t know how to ask for one when you need it. I know that you’re smart, and talented, and think butterscotch candies are the sole creation of the devil himself.”

Keith can’t help the laughter that escapes him and it makes Lance smile the way he always does when Keith so much as chuckles.

“I know that you have the best laugh I’ve ever heard. You have no idea how much I love that laugh. Seriously. I know you collect snow globes, and love conspiracy theories-”

“They’re not all just theories Lance, there’s a lot of evidence out -”

“Shhhhhh, you asked me a question and I’m trying to answer it and I’m kind of on a roll after mumbling for five minutes about how this wasn’t going to be some drawn out thing. But I’m just focusing on you instead of some practiced speech and I’m actually forming mildly coherent sentences, so be quiet. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”

“I know a bunch of tiny little facts about you, and yeah sure part of that is because I’m super observant and totally cool,” he winks, “but I notice all of those things specially about you because…” Lance swallows hard and takes a calming breath. “I lo-”

Keith has been told many times that he gives into impulses too quickly, that he’s too impatient. And…yeah, it’s true, absolutely, and he’s working on it. No, really, he is! Try as he might though, he couldn’t handle another second of wanting to kiss Lance and not doing it when the opportunity clearly presented itself. 

It’s not the smoothest first kiss, but it’s not all teeth and bumping noses either, and it leads into soft drawn out kisses, and kisses that can barely even be called that because the two of them are grinning so wide. 

When Keith pulls away a faux pouty expression take over Lance’s face. “You didn’t even let me finish.” He starts to waggle his eyebrows in the most obnoxious way possible and says “These lips were just irresistible huh? I guess I’m just too smoochable.”

How the hell does Keith find this so cute? 

“Hey, Keith?” 


“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Younger Big Brother - Batfamily x Reader

Originally posted by queenmeras

Requested by Anon -  You’re Damian’s older half-sister, and not as well-trained as he is. Most of the time he feels older than you since you act more young while Damian wants to be older and respected. Despite your differences (and fights), you are close as can be, literally and mentally. That is, until you’re kidnapped and Damian sneaks off to find you.

Damian was already at the breakfast table when you entered the kitchen. You moved around, gathering a orange and some cereal before you sat down across from him. 

“Good morning, Damian,” you greeted happily, giving him a big grin before digging into your cereal.

TT,” Damian huffed at you, wrinkling his nose. He went back to his breakfast without another word. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, content with each other’s company.

Soon, Bruce drifted into the kitchen, dressed for work. He gathered his own breakfast before joining you and Damian at the table. You were eating your orange at that point, cutting it into slices. 

“(Y/N), I want you and Damian to train today. You kept dropping your left when you were taking out that mugger last night,” Bruce instructed, spreading butter onto a piece of toast. You pursed your lips as Damian opened his mouth.

“I doubt a day of training will help her with that,” he replied snarky. You rolled your eyes at him, putting a unpeeled orange slice in your mouth. Making a face at Damian, the orange slice hiding your teeth. Damian glared at you in disgust. “Grow up, Sister.”

You laughed, biting the orange off of the peel. “Funny, you say that Damian since I’m older than you.” 

TT, you don’t act like it,” Damian retorted with a glimmer of a smile on his face. Bruce watched your exchange, amused. 

“As I said, I want you two to train today,” Bruce interrupted, taking a bite of his toast. “If there is no improvement by patrol tonight, (Y/N), you will not be joining us.”

“Really? That seems a little drastic,” you protested, forgetting your food to glare at Bruce. “Just because I’m not very skilled in fighting yet, doesn’t mean I can’t help out on patrol.”

Bruce’s voice took on a stern tone. “No, (Y/N). You know what my rules are about patrol.” You wrinkled your nose, hating his logic. 

“But it’s not fair,” you whined, standing up from your chair. “I’m not useless.”

“(Y/N),” Bruce warned. You huffed, looking at Damian. Meeting his eye, you both shared the same thought. 

“I’m going to start training then,” you snapped, leaving the room. Damian got up to follow, giving Bruce a glare before exiting. Bruce shook his head in disbelief. He was still surprised by the connection between the two of you. Somehow, you and Damian were an amazing mixture of brother and sister that he had ever seen. Arguing and fighting one moment, teaming up against him the next. Despite that fact, Bruce was glad that you both had each other.

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Dianakko~ Sick Of Losing Soulmates

Part 11/???

Story so far: (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(5.5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)

Summary: In a world where you can find out who your soul mate is with their final breath, it is reasonable why Diana grew up to be who she is now. (Soulmate Au- where they are words of soulmate’s is on your skin of when you first meet them or your last)

A/N Thanks for waiting and if I don’t have people screaming at me I will considered my job as an angst writer a failure, that being said… Enjoy~

Chapter 11~Friday part 2

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Title: Rebel (Part 4 Lang Love Interest(Daughter of Scott! Reader x Peter Parker) 

Summary: The reader’s dad is back from Brussels with some news and new ground rules that are so outlandish, the reader will just have to rebel against them.

Word Count:  2359

A/N: Okay this one’s a long one but it was so much fun and I was so invested that I lowkey didn’t want to stop writing. ALSO I made another icon for myself and I’m lowkey obsessed… ANYWAY: I hope you enjoy! 




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Season 4 Trailer Analysis

Here it is, if you haven’t seen it yet https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtGxLvrMGbo


So, the first thing you notice here is probably that Keith is mysteriously missing from this discussion of the Coalition. I’d suspect it’s highly likely by this point that the Coalition is the ‘rift’ between Keith and the Paladins that we’ve been warned about, hence why he has gone-possibly in a fit of temper. However, there are also a few other points I’d like to bring to attention.

First of all, the timeline of when this scene takes place. Have a look at the background. Recognize it from anywhere?

Here we go. The backgrounds match up exactly; a barren, yellow, possibly sandy planet with technical-looking beacons; I think there might be a bridge there too. Since Keith is in the latter screenshot, but not the former, I think it’s likely the Coalition Debate takes place after Keith and Shiro are discussing arguing over Lotor. Therefore, Shiro has probably shot down Keith’s plan to look for Lotor, and Keith has now stormed off.

In this scene, Allura is standing under a bright blue light, closing her eyes. She is in Paladin armour. Therefore, this Blue Light scene may take place before the Coalition Debate. It may therefore be that the Coalition does not take place straight away in s4; there are a few scenes to get through beforehand.

The third point I noticed is Shiro’s positioning. He is at the head of the team, with them fanning out around him. It reminds me of a flock of birds; Shiro is the leader, guiding them where to go-suitable considering he is now actively guiding them towards a coalition. Even Allura is standing beside him, rather than at the head of the team. This may point to either two ideas; A), Shiro is still accepted as Leader by all the Paladins, or B) Shiro is accepted as Leader by all the Paladins except Keith, further forming the rift between them as they try to decide who will be the best leader.

I think Shiro may be holding a remote in his hand here, or-just thought of this-using his Galra hand to create a hologram of planets. The hologram is roughly the same purple/pink colour as his Galra hand. Could this be yet another piece of data installed in his arm, rather like the co-ordinates leading him to the Blade of Marmora? I definitely think there’s more to Shiro’s Galra hand that we’ve seen so far, but the way he is willingly showing the team a hologram he has created may suggest he is starting to view his prosthetic as a help, rather than a hinderance.

Coran: ‘Oh! Does that mean more Voltron events?’

More’ Voltron events. Evidently, Coran has been to one or two of these before, and has also enjoyed it greatly. There are two situations I can see from this quote.

A)     Like I said before, this Coalition Debate scene takes place late in the series, from after we see the Paladins do their first Voltron event

B)     By the start of s4, there has been a timeskip. This is supported by Keith saying ‘Lotor hasn’t been seen in months’. Could it be that when we rejoin the Paladins, they’ve been wandering around for months already, and have consequently set up Voltron events at a lack of anything else to do? This would be pretty cool and finally a way of measuring time in this series, but it’s odd a timeskip would occur halfway through a season (remember: S3 and S4 were meant to be all packed together into one big S3. That’s how they were developed; they were only split into two separate seasons once the episodes had been produced. It strikes me strange that, if we view S4 as being ‘part 2’ of S3, there’d be a timeskip. Makes more sense to put it between S2 and S3, or S4 and S5.)

Could it be that the Coalition Debate takes place at the end of the season, rather than the beginning?

That’s a pretty packed stadium. Don’t have much to say about this shot except I love the composition and the cool music that starts playing.

I’m not sure what these are, but I’d strongly suspect that they are linked to Quintessence, considering that they’re glowing, and also going towards what looks like a Galra base. The fact they’re travelling along a very deep rut seems to suggest that this is being done in secret; could there be some kind of underground Quintessence dark market, or something of the sort? Furthermore, they seem to be either robots, or sentinent beings, considering they are too small to be piloted by someone.

I for one am VERY happy to see Rolo back; I was rewatching his episode the other day and realized just how much I like him. It seems that Rolo has evidently redeemed himself in Hunk’s eyes, too, since they both seem pretty happy to see each other. I wonder if Rolo has the chance to play the hero, possibly saving the Paladins from trouble, or if Hunk simply has become more sympathetic to his former enemies?

Some people who don’t look too happy about this though are the ladies. Nyma is behind Rolo, almost glaring at his back; her mouth is set in a thin line, possibly disapproving. Remember that whilst Rolo seemed sympathetic to the Paladins, calling them ‘nice guys’, it is Nyma who convinces him that their personal gain is better than the overall safety of the Paladins. Is it possible Nyma is set up to betray Rolo at some point?

Also, Pidge looks wary about this. She is off to the side, as if she doesn’t want to shake Rolo’s hand in turn, and her arms are crossed, implying suspicion and a desire not to get sucked into the conversation. Her gaze flicks to how Rolo and Hunk are holding hands, which seems quite a particular animation choice.

I’m so happy to see Rolo and Nyma back, because I did like them. However, I’m not holding my breath that they’ll be good guys. Also note that their segment appears exactly when Shiro mentions ‘friends’, rather than when he mentions ‘allies’. Allies are someone you can trust. Friends can always stab you in the back.

Lotor has presumably just left the spaceship we can see in the background, and is now entering another room. Narti is in tow, with Kova on her shoulder. The thing that promptly jumped out at me here is Kova’s expression. She is licking her paw, almost in satisfaction, with her eyes half-closed. Has Narti just overcome an ally with Kova’s vital help? Secondly, Lotor looks…I’m not sure. Worried? Subdued? Guilty? He looks like the bearer of bad news, about to return to his Generals to break something they really don’t want to hear. It’s a far cry from his usual arrogant, smirking fashion. Something has happened here to shake Lotor up, and he’s not happy about it.

Keith: Go!


Sounds either like Keith’s barking an order at someone, or trying to encourage himself to do something dangerous. Judging from the black and purple background, I think he’s still in Black.

Oh hey, it’s Red. When I first saw this scene, I assumed Keith was back in Red and shouting ‘GO!’ to encourage Red to fly faster. Now, though, I think it’s most likely it’s Lance in Red, and Keith is shouting at him to fly faster. Red is evidently being chased by the Galra, shooting at her. It could be this was a tactical decision on the Paladin’s part, since Red is likely the only Lion fast enough to dodge these blasts. Could she be being used as a distraction whilst the other Lions attack?

This kind of looks like the giant talking head from Night at the Museum¸ ngl. What is it? Is it the head of a Lion? You can kind of see a snout and a muzzle there. Is it the Castle? Is it Rolo’s ship?

In this scene, this presumed-ship lands, sending a flurry of smoke and a notable shock of force to the ground, but I chose this snapshot because I want to point out a few things.

A)     The tower. It almost seems to be slightly glowing. Is this aboard a Galra ship, only this time on top of it, like a balcony?

B)     What is that orange smear in the distance? Is it a meteorite, the Sun, or another ship crashing?

C)     My most important point-the central Galra seems familiar to me. Almost like this guy…

And just for the record, I loathe this guy for hurting Shiro. But he may be closer to re-capturing Shiro than we think.

This seems like a practice run to me; showing their defenses and weapons to the audience as an AI or something like that attacks them. They lift the shield rather slowly, so I don’t think they’re in any actual danger. Most likely it’s just a show.

I’m not going to comment much on this since other blogs like @radioactivesupersonic have already commented on how scared Lotor looks, where is Narti, etc etc etc. What I will say is two things. One; why do the trailers keep showing us this scene? Evidently it’s EXTREMELY important to them that we see this. Why? Second; it occurs as Shiro says ‘We all knew this moment would come’. This, in the context of Lotor lashing out at someone in supposedly a state of fear or panic, screams ‘betrayal’ at me. Is it possible Lotor has just been betrayed by someone close to him, someone, a moment he should have seen coming?


Seems like the Paladins got themselves a whole fleet of new ships. With the colour of grey, brown and green, I’d suggest these come from a planet of growth and greenery. Maybe there’s a connection to the Green Lion there somewhere?

New villain! I don’t think we’ve seen this guy before, have we? Note that Pidge appears to be on her own, here. Is this someone she encounters trying to get to Matt?

Black. Black, Black, Black. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! It seems to me like her Paladin is in danger; if so, is it Shiro or Keith? Is Shiro a clone, if so, has she found Real!Shiro? Has Keith buggered off somewhere and she has to go save him? Are the Lions capable of their own consciousness and she’s finally communicating with her humans? PLEASE JUST TELL ME.

Shiro: Let’s do this!


Strange that this voiceover occurs precisely when Black starts leading the team into a supposed battle. Could this hint that Shiro is once again piloting Black, encouraging his Paladins that they can do this? Also, the purple glow at the floor suggests to me this is at a Galra base. Also also, the Green Lion isn’t there. Is this occurring when Pidge has flown off on her own to rescue Matt? Are the Paladins about to storm the base and rescue her? This is such a fascinating scene for me, and I am so so hoping it’s Shiro piloting Black in there.

Things really aren’t going too well for Lotor, are they? Evidently something has really caught him and his Generals off guard; seems to me, judging by the slight earthquake effect, like their ship has crashed or been hit. You can see all four Generals here; Narti and Kova are in the background.

Two things;

A)     The Castle’s Particle Barrier is falling apart at the back

B)     Their attacker has seemingly elected to ignore this fact and target them at the front instead

There’s fucking breadstick men behind him. Breadstick men.

Very different from these aliens we see now. As I said before…this isn’t the first Voltron performance they have done. Two different audiences means two different shows.


lindsaymaknae  asked:

So not sure if ur actually doing headcanons but I want one where MJ is Midtowns BAMF. Like she gets arrested in protests and punches Nazis in the face and she ain't got time to do makeup and dress pretty because she's raising money to get young black girls through school. Like, she's the real life superhero and Peter is the romantic interest, but also she's incredible smart and help Pete with issues in his suit not even Tony Stark figures out. Just badass MJ

MJ is bamf, okay?? like, we only get maybe (and I’m being generous here) 10 minutes of her in the whole movie but I know and you know and we all know that she is the most boss-ass bitch at Midtown. LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT IT-

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anonymous asked:

Hey Clockie! I've had someone point out that Keith and his dad both have unique light purple eyes, but so does Zarkon after being zombified and the creatures from another world are purple, and Keith has some weird quintessence sensing abilities. They think it's related but I don't know, I think they might be reaching. If it's alright to ask, what's your opinion?

My take is, I think that visually they have very different visual language, and its what colors the purples are paired with.

For example the dark creatures are associated with black and purple- same colors as the Black Lion.

However, Black also compliments these with cyan highlights on the outside of their body, and, there’s a clear difference between the “tainted” Black Lion in s1e11 (falling under Zarkon’s influence, taking on the shades more associated with the dark creatures) and the pure Black Lion’s cockpit lighting up as it can be seen in the opening sequence when Shiro sockets the black bayard.

The violet associated with the empire, the dark creatures, and Haggar’s magic is a reddish violet backed or accompanied by black. It’s a very pinkish purple. While purple was always kind of the galra’s aesthetic, in s3e7 we see that the galra of the past seemed more associated with reds and golds, the former being the dominant color on their planet. It’s when Zarkon turns to darkness, and takes the empire with him, that the purple takes on its particular pinkish undertone.

The Black Lion when unaffected by Zarkon takes the same form as Allura’s power in s2e13- it’s still purple, but has an overpowering aura of white that gives it a much brighter, ‘clearer’ feeling than Haggar’s magic- which is more black with a purple aura than purple with a black core.

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Silver Silence Part 8

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count:  1,607

Warnings: Swearing as always

(it is so beyond hard to write normal lately. I’ve been reading a lot of A/B/O fics and honestly they are my favorite things ever, only problem is that they make it hard to write normal fics when you’re in the mindset that you’re a fucking omega

ps: if you know of any alphabucky reader inserts please tell me)

For the next couple of days Bucky kept a closer eye on you then normal, you where slowly getting your strength back to a normal humans capacity, and he was worried you would over exert yourself. To make him less paranoid you decided to stay clear of training until your body was at full strength, But that didn’t mean you couldn’t watch others train.

You where currently marveling over Steve and Bucky’s toned bodies as they lunged at one another, throwing punches and kicks.

It wasn’t the first time you had done this, but the first time you had been so open about it. In the past you would hide behind workout equipment and long to be able to actually fight. (and also maybe staring at the beautifully chiseled features of two of the hottest super soldiers in the world.)  

However currently, you where completely out in the open, not even bothering to act innocent as your eyes ran the length of Bucky’s body.

With one quick jab at Steve’s ribs, Bucky was able to knock him off balance enough to send a sweep of his feet to Steve’s legs.

Steve’s eyes traveled to you as he now lay on the matt in defeat, watching you sit cross legged near the wall.

You scribbled down a 0 on the small white board you stole from the medical wing, and held it up, giving him a thumbs down and laughing silently.

“I had ‘em on the ropes” he assured, but you just shook your head with a smile.

“(Y/N) do you want to try?” Steve asked, but was quickly shut down by Bucky.

“No, no she’s not ready yet”

You just smiled lightly, knowing Bucky just wanted you to be safe and healthy.

Before Steve could argue further, the door to the training room opened and tony strolled in, dressed in an over the top west wood suit.

“Fancy party?” Steve asked curiously.

“Hardly, no actually a meeting.” He replied, he took a couple of steps towards you and smiled gently, laying a careful hand on your shoulder.

“Miss your voice kid?” he asked softly.

You nodded sheepishly at him, looking over at Bucky who held a sort of jealous glint in his eyes.

Bucky was about to interject, probably some comment about Tony’s strange behavior, when tony began motioning towards the door.  “Come on then, I have something you’ll appreciate.”

You looked back at Bucky, quirking a brow and hoping that he takes the hint to ask tony what he means. Unfortunately he just shrugged, forcing you to suck it up and go with tony anyway.


“Alright kid, now I know surgeries are probably the least appealing thing to you, given the last couple of weeks, but its small and I’m almost certain the device will work.”

Tony sat you down on the same metal table you’ve felt the first time he explained your heart surgery. Only this time, it was some sort of brain and vocal cords type of surgery.

“It won’t take more than an hour, the healing is fast, and I promise you it won’t be like the last time.”

You looked up at him, thinking for a while but nodding your head. No pain no gain right?

He smiled and got up to inform his team of surgeons, leaving you to stare at the screen he had used to explain everything.

It was some sort of metal device that would be installed in place of your vocal cords and also connect to your brain, and by some complicated mechanics that you honestly zoned out while listening to, it would give you the ability to talk. You honestly felt kind of weird about it, thinking at first that it would be some kind of mechanical voice, but as tony explained he’s able to match to pitch and tone of your normal voice and actually make it sound like you.

You just really hoped it worked.


Bucky hadn’t seen (Y/n) since yesterday, and honestly it started to worry him. Where the hell did tony take you, and why hadn’t you come back.

Just as he angrily shut the refrigerator door you came practically skipping into the kitchen.

“Oh hey doll.” He greeted softly, his eyes fixed on your brightly lit smile.

You gave him a wave, looking around and grabbing an orange from the bowl on the counter.

“Want any real food? I could make us some pasta?” he asked.

You gave him a nod, sitting yourself on one of the stools that lined up with the counter, while Bucky began to get a pan out, and search for the wooden spoon he seemed to always use. He looked through a couple draws and cabinets, but came up empty.

“it’s in the sink” you said casually.

“Oh thanks.” He replied, grabbing the spoon from the sink and rinsing it off.

After a few moments you heard the sudden drop of the spoon as Bucky’s head whipped around, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Y-You- did- I mean…”

“Hey handsome.” You answered.

He shuffled across the kitchen, grabbing your face in his hands smiling widly, and looking into your eyes almost trying to read your soul.

“How?!” he asked in a giddy voice.

“Tony gave me some sort of strange device that he got from his so called ‘client’.”  You replied, motioning to the stitches that you had on the side of your neck.

“You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice.”
He laughed softly, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.


(two days later, finally full strength!)

You retracted your fist as far back as you could, and sent a roaring punch to the side of the black bag, feeling the pressure of your force connect with the object and sent it swinging back. Your other hand doing the same at a rhythmic beat, as a smile spread over face in triumph.

In your frenzies of punches you lifted your leg up, spun, and sent the back of your heal against the bag with so much force that it swung nearly a foot away from the blow. The action would have caused you a broken leg in the past, but today, in this moment, it did nothing but send that beautiful healthy burn coursing through your muscles.

You let your body rest for a few minutes, smiling from ear to ear and swinging your arms back and forth in excitement.

Next you decided to hop onto a tread mill, a thing you where familiar with walking on but never running. You pushed your normal speed of about 3 and let yourself slowly walk, breathing deeply and softly laughing at how little your energy had drained.

After about 2 or 3 minutes you pushed the incline up to 8 and adjusted the speed straight to 10. The light wind from the machines built in fan, made your hair gently caress your face, sticking to your open lips as your mouth was panting and huffing in a wide grin.

Light laughs escaped you as you bumped up the incline and felt the sweat beginning to form on your forehead and arms. In all your years of life, running had never been something you were capable of doing. Your body was like a crumbling piece of stale bread and any moving around that was to wild could send your body into a heap on the floor.

“Trying out the new bones I see?” you heard a voice call over the loud whirl of the machine and slowly glanced back to see Bucky standing in the doorway of the gym. Your smile only grew more as you looked down at your feet, seeing them fly through the air in fluid motions.

“Same bones I’ve always had, just aren’t blocked by a giant black tumor anymore!” you yelled back. He gave an airy laugh and then approached you, causing you to turn the machine back to walking speed.

“What did Helen say about your condition?” he asked, this time at normal talking levels.

“I no longer have brittle bone disease, asthma, kidney failure, or degenerative disc disease. Oh and my iron deficiency has improved.” You stated, smiling at his shocked expression.

“All of that was caused by your powers?”

“Yup! Nearly everything that has ever been wrong with me was caused by my powers excessive need for strength.” His mouth stood agape before he quickly shut it and looked you over. “There is one thing that sucks though.”

“Oh really what’s that?” Bucky’s eyebrows rose.

“I get periods now…” you mumbled.

He let out a barking laugh and shook his head. “You didn’t before?”

You sighed heavily, squirming slightly as you felt the slight presence of what you  body was doing down there.

“I was too skinny before, that stupid pocket kept all the nutrients and calories I got from any sort of food, so my period never really happened.”

He frowned slightly. “so you couldn’t have kids for two different reasons?”

You nodded. “Too frail and no periods, so yeah basically.”

“Hey.. I was wondering..” Bucky’s voice trailed off shyly.

“Go on.” You urged.

“Do you maybe want to go out to dinner tomorrow night?”

Your cheeks went red as you slowly lowered your head to hide it.

“i-I would love to.”

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spraain  asked:

I just wanted to say I love your writing! Do you think you could write a KageHina fan fiction based of your username? If you have time please do 😂

“Kageyama I swear, I fell asleep for like…two minutes, tops, and when I woke up they were just gone. Like that. Poof, into thin air.” 

Kageyama scrubs a hand over his face, and sighs.

“You’re telling me,” he says, and he’s trying to be calm about it all, he is, but his jaw is already aching from the grind of his teeth and his forehead hurts from all the frowning, “that someone stole your shoes, right off your feet, and you didn’t even notice?” 

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Life of the Dragonfly (Meeting Him) - A TittM AU

Hi @tsume-yuki! Surprise “Fic of Love and Support”!

Because OF COURSE we need Riskua’s POV of Meeting Her. Nothing else would make sense. (Even if it kind of evolved into its own thing, because I’m a sucker for backstory and I kind of liked the idea of Riskua going off on her own adventure before leaving her home permanently.)

I actually had this idea way back when I’d just finished Meeting Her. I just had finals to worry more about, and then my ideas died. But now they’re back with a vengeance!

Like with Meeting Her, Meeting Him is based around the idea of what would have happened if Raowl had never died and Riskua grew up on Melring.

(Also, I’m imagining that most islands/countries have schools where the children can get a World Government Approved Standard Education ™ for at least a few years).

Please enjoy ^_^

For being reborn into One Piece as the daughter of Red Hair Shanks and the niece of Dracule Mihawk, Riskua had never imagined that her life would be so… peaceful.

Well, as peaceful as it can get while living on the Grand Line, at least, and being related to some very dangerous people.

She grows and she learns, for the most part. Shortly after turning 10, her uncle decides that she needs more varied training grounds and starts “borrowing” her for a week or two at a time to take her to a nearby Spring island that becomes somewhat of a second home to her. He visits a couple of times a year, though Riskua herself decides to make the journey on her own as she grows older, testing her strength against various animals.

It’s like camping. Just a little more deadly. But she makes progress and the exercise is good. (Now and then her mother bullies Shanks into taking them on short trips to neighbour islands so they can actually go camping or just enjoy a little vacation, just Raowl and her).

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High on Love

Fierrochase week, day six: alternative fandoms au (Voltron)

Summary: When Team Voltron visits an alien planet to talk negotiations, Alex and Magnus decide to go for a little walk, nothing dangerous, just a walk.
… except Alex gets hit by an alien flower that makes her fall for the first person she sees. And who might that be? Magnus. Of-fucking-course.

Don’t complain about the title, please, I know it’s cheesy as hell but it was either that or Alien Flower Love Drugs so I flipped a coin and this is the title you get. Anyway, Lovebug (or flower) au, because I love writing Alex as a shameless flirt and Magnus almost having a heart attack because his crush is flirting with him. I hope you like this!

It all started with that fucking flower.

Team Voltron was currently staying at one of the planets that had decided to join them in their fight against the Garla. The planet was the most forest-y place Magnus had ever seen, it was like an ecologist’s paradise, just plants and trees and flowers as far as the eye could see (which wasn’t that far considering the thick foliage, but still.) Sam, Blitzen and Hearthstone were talking with the planet’s Elder Council about battle plans and politics and things Magnus or the rest of the team didn’t have the patience for, so they decided to leave the politics to the Black Paladin and the last Alteans and explore the planet’s capitol. You say they’re lazy, Magnus says they’re connecting with their new allies (and being lazy).

Magnus and the other Paladins walked around the city’s central square. They were looking up so much their necks were cranking up, but it was worth it. Every single building in the city was a tree, as thick as a skyscraper and as tall as two of them stacked on top of each other. Their orange, purple, pink and green leaves cast beautiful shadows on the ground and the monkey-like people that walked around them. Houses and shops were somehow sculpted inside the trees without stopping them from growing and stairwells, ladders and ridges led to all the different doors and balconies dotting the trees’ trunks. Ladders and walkways connected the trees with the platforms floating above their heads, reminding Magnus of mystical treehouse cities from movies on steroids.

Soon, the group found themselves walking on those same platforms, several feet above the ground. T.J dragged the Green and Blue Paladins to a food cart selling whatever food people here ate and Halfborn was examining the food with interest while Mallory was trying her best to sneak away before they made her try it. That left Magnus with Alex,  the Red Lion’s Paladin looking at the vines climbing the sides of the trees like she wanted to grab one and Tarzan her way around the city. Magnus wouldn’t be surprised if she did that.

“I wonder what’s at the top of these trees,” Alex mumbled out loud. Her eyes were trained on the foliage of a pink-leafed tree and Magnus had to remind himself once more not to stare because they’ve already had that conversation and he doesn’t need his crush asking him again why he was staring. It’s because she’s beautiful and he’s weak, that’s why.

“I dunno,” the Yellow Paladin said. “Maybe more shops? Or maybe there’s nothing up there because it’s so high.”

“I want to find out! Come on!” Alex exclaimed as she grabbed his hand and dragged him along, her eyes sparkling in that familiar way that let Magnus know something was about to go surprisingly well or horribly wrong.

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(The artwork above is not mine, it is an edited version of another artist)

Ok so Fauxteen (fauxteen.tumblr.com / instagram.com/fauxteen) and his Drag Race/Steven Universe crossover got me feeling all sorts of ways. Go check out his other work and support it because it’s all incredible!

I’ve always loved the idea of having a RuPaul’s Drag Race superhero crossover team ala Justice League, X Men, Sailor Moon etc. and his Steven Universe crossover is the best thing I’ve seen that comes close to that. (Other than Fire Crotch and Melanina henny.) So I decided to come up with a concept for a Drag Race super hero team, and use his artwork as a concept piece.        

For the design of the team, I wanted the queens to be unified with a similar texture but each have their own signature color and aesthetic. I took the standard colors of the rainbow (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple & pink) and added a few others (turquoise, brown, black & white) to round the number to 11.

Each Queens Assigned Color:

Bebe - Brown
If you google image search Bebe, or go to her website, she is always wearing brown and is always in some sort of animal print, and these two go great together. Her iconic Cameroon look was cleary the inspiration for her outfit in the piece. The color brown also has a great animalistic quality to it which goes hand in hand with her brand. (The outfit seems to be inspired by her Cameroon look)

Tyra - White
When I think of Tyra, I think of her in her iconic wedding dress which initially had me place her with white. What I love is that white represents light, hope and purity amongst many things, which is why it’s the color worn by brides and angels. It’s ironic to put Tyra in white, almost in the same way she calls herself “America’s Sweetheart.” It gives me life thinking of her in a pristine angelic outfit knowing the attitude she has. <3 #jump #twice (The outfit seems to be based on her Season 2 promo picture, but as well, the wedding dress which had the same shape)

Raja - Blue
Not necessarily inspired by a look, but when I think of Season 3, I always think of the color blue because of the promo trailers for the season. I’ve naturally associated that with Raja, and the color fits her very well. It’s sleek, cool and royal which matches Raja’s qualities. When it’s right, it’s right. (The outfit seems to be based on her entrance look, wearing the cyclops hat)

Sharon - Green
Green’s hard to pull off and Sharon can pull off anything. I’m instantly reminded of her pride boat look, as well as her crowning look when she wore green. It’s also the color associated with witches which fits her brand very well. (The outfit seems to be a combination of her Season 4 promo look, as well as her crowning look)

Chad - Pink
Chad’s the closest a winner has come to being a Barbie girl. She was often critiqued for being too perfect, too pretty, and too polished. Pink goes well with Chad’s princess aesthetic, being a showgirl, and having the bubbly personality she does. (Her outfit seems to be inspired by her AS1 promo look, as well as yellow bang cut wig she wore in Season 4)

Jinkx - Orange
I always think of orange with Jinkx mostly because of her hair. Many outfits come to mind as well including her Season 5 crowning look, and her Season 8 reunion look. Something about the warmth of orange and the cookiness of it matches Jinkx and her broadway aesthetic very well. (Her outfit seems to be inspired by her Episode 1 Hollywood look)

Bianca - Black
Bianca is one that could’ve been many colors, such as red or purple, but I decided to go with black. She is known for claiming she has a black heart, as her forte is reading people and throwing shade. She is known for being “evil,” and the color black is associated with darkness. However similar to Tyra, having Bianca in black is ironic for we know that she actually has one of the biggest hearts. It’s fun seeing her look so evil when you know she’s the opposite. (Her outfit seems to be inspired by her Season 7 reunion look, and her wig from the Season 6 black & white runway)

Violet - Purple
Need I say more? Her name and essence matches the color perfectly! The femininity of pink but so much edgier.(Her outfit seems to be inspired be her Death Becomes Her look)

Bob - Yellow
From Bob’s logo, to her crowning look, to many of her photoshoots, Bob always seems to wear yellow and the color seems to match her very well, more so than any other winner. It’s very bright and sunny, and since Bob is all about making people laugh and stealing the show, she really is always the brightest one in the room. (Her outfit seems to be inspired by her Book Ball look)

Alaska - Turquoise
Alaska’s like Sleeping Beauty, she’s either very blue or pink to me. For this design, I decided to go for a turquoise color. This matches her new association with snakes very well. It also fits with the original concept behind Alaska, in which her character is an alien from the planet Glamtron. Not to mention the color turquoise is very arctic (as in the state of Alaska which I often forget to associate with her.) She was probably the most versatile to pick a color, but I think turquoise is a right choice. (Her outfit seems to be inspired by her AS2 promo look, and her wig being classic Alaska)

Sasha - Red
The bitch is always in red, and so many of her outfits have splashes of red to them. As well, after her performance to So Emotional with the rose petals, the color red fits her even better now. (Her outfit seems to be inspired by her entrance look which no tea, no shade has the same silhouette of many other outfits of hers. The wig is obviously from So Emotional)

For their actual powers, I only began to brainstorm but wasn’t having that much luck. Maybe Bebe can turn into a jungle cat, and Jinkx can put people to sleep with her singing (Hey Jigglypuff! I just saw Jigglypuff girl!) or maybe she can control the weather (“monsoon”). If you have any ideas let me know!

Also I’d love to here your ideas on a backstory, why they all fight together and how they got their powers, as well as what Ru’s position is in all of this.

I tried to think of one and came up with a rough draft below that needs a lot of work.

I’d love to see other ideas or concepts behind something like this.



Long ago… before time as we know it… the world was made up entirely of the Gods. We know the famous ones, there was Zeus the king and god of thunder, Aphrodite the goddess of love and beauty, Poseidon the god of the sea, Ares the god of war, Hades the god of the underworld and so on and so on. But there was one god that seemed to escape the history books, and that god was known as… RuPaul! She was the god/goddess of one of the most powerful forces in the universe… queerness! (YAS GAWD!) She spread her eternal message of loving thine self before loving someone else and was easily the most fabulous god and one of the most powerful. Everybody loved her and looked to her for direction in the most troubling of times. Ru was in fact the god who invented colour and the rainbow itself. Many of the Gods had items that sourced their powers; Zeus had his lightning bolts, Poseidon had his trident, etc. RuPaul however carried the source of her powers upon her head in a luxurious crown. The crown was bejewelled with several gemstones along the surface, each gemstone a different color with a different power and meaning behind it. There are many stories from the ancient days about the goddess RuPaul, but those are for another time.

As the world began to evolve more and more throughout time, the gods naturally faded away and became one with the world…

When the world was in it’s 20th century, it was not in a progressive era that it should’ve been and was in need of some saving. In early 1960, a woman by the name of Ernestine became pregnant with a child. One day, a strange physic woman came to her and told her that her child was the incarnation of a legendary god, and that she was to name the child RuPaul. By the end of the year, Ernestine gave birth to the child, and as instructed, named him RuPaul. Ru began to grow up in the world without knowing who he truly was.

Then one day as he walking home, a young Ru walked past an old antique shop he had never seen before, and decided to go inside. The shop was filled with many wondrous things, and no one was in there except a mysterious woman who seemed to own the shop. Ru took a look around, and eventually came across a dazzling crown with various coloured jewels along the surface. It was like something out of a dream and he just had to have it! So Ru took the crown to the the front of the store and began to search his pockets for some money. The woman behind the counter just smiled at him and said “take this one on me.” Ru was so grateful, and just before he left the woman asked him for one more thing. She said she had one too many records in the store and asked him to take one off of her hands. She then gave him his very first record, a record containing the music of Diana Ross. With much appreciation for the gifts from the stranger, Ru left the store. That night at home, Ru was dancing around his room wearing the crown he got earlier, and truly feeling his fantasy. He decided to then play his new Diana Ross record. The music began, and as soon as she started singing, Ru’s crown lit up and all the powers within Ru were awakened. As time went on, Ru slowly began to learn who he really was, and what powers he possessed.

Around the time of the late 70’s, Ru went out in the world and began working as a female vigilante, using her powers to defeat crime against crime. She wore a fabulous iridescent costume and quickly gained public attention, making a name for herself. She met the likes of a woman named Michelle Visage who became Ru’s sidekick and trusted advisor. As well, she often worked alongside another vigilante by the name of Lady Bunny, who became Ru’s partner. Adventure after adventure, Ru sashayed and shantayed her way to victory in every battle. She saw many beauties of the world, as well as much of its darkness. Then, Ru made the biggest mistake any god could make… she fell in love. His name was Georges, and he was a farmer boy Ru met one night on the dance floor. Other than Michelle and Lady Bunny, he was the only one who knew Ru’s true identity.

One day, a new villain emerged on the scene. This villain however, was no ordinary foe Ru had faced in the past. He went by the name of Lord Padmunt and he possessed a tremendous amount of power, as well as led a powerful army of minions. The only one who could stop him was RuPaul, but Georges told her to be careful for she didn’t know the strength of his power. Lord Padmunt and Ru were great rivals who battled many battles for quite some time. With the powers of a god, Lord Padmunt could never defeat Ru. But then one day, he discovered her secret lover. He captured Georges as his prisoner and told Ru to surrender her powers, or the man she loved would die in front of her eyes. This wasn’t going to stop Ru who was determined to defeat Lord Padmunt. She managed to defeat him and banished him away, but in a terrible battle that severely injured both herself and Georges. Ru had a wide slash alongside her leg while Georges suffered a blow to the head. Georges was so severely hurt, that he was to remain in a coma for the rest of his life. Ru felt a tremendous amount of guilt on what had happened. As a god, she could easily heal herself of her injuries, but she didn’t have the abilities to heal Georges. Out of her love and respect to him, Ru surrendered her powers so that she could live the rest of her life as a mortal and have to endure the same pain inflicted upon Georges. With no powers, Ru swore to never fight another day in her life. Without her love, she went into a dark place and hid herself from the world, living in secrecy. The only two who knew of her whereabouts were Michelle and Bunny. The world believed Ru had died. And as their beloved hero was now gone, the people of the world strived to make it a better place in her honour and legacy. For some time, they actually did, and the world became a peaceful and more progressive place. But as we know, nothing last forever…

Much time had passed, and it was now the year 2008. The world was in happy place as Obama was just elected president. Ru watched the outside world through her television and was at peace in the direction things were headed, while knowing there was still more work the people of the world had to learn and do for themselves. However one day she was visited by her friend and former associate Michelle, who had come to deliver some news to Ru. Michelle had heard word of mouth through the grape vine, that a billionaire was trying to climb the ladder of the world to reach a more successful place. His name? Donald Trump. Michelle told Ru that this Trump character had plans to run for presidency and to hopefully become the successor to Obama. Although unqualified, Trump seemed to have a plan that would lead him to office without fail. Michelle would never bring news like this to Ru nowadays but she knew that this time it was important. She showed Ru a picture of Trump, and as soon as Ru glanced at his face, in an instant Ru recognized the smirk on Trump’s face and the gleam in his eyes. As a master of Scrabble, Ru also recognized that his name was an anagram of a name Ru once knew very well… Lord Padmunt. If he could manage to make his way to the highest position in the world, then there was no telling what danger lay ahead. Since Ru gave up his powers so he could grow old and live a mortal life in honour of Georges, he had previously vowed to never fight again, and he still vowed to honour that promise. But he knew something had to be done about this.

Ru went to a room in his lair with the highest amount of security, a room he hadn’t been to in years. In this room was his legendary crown. Ru took his crown and removed each of the eleven gemstones that were on its surface. Ru knew that by the end of 2016 to early 2017, Trump would become president. In this time, Ru knew he had to search far and wide to find eleven chosen ones who possessed enough charisma, uniqueness, nerve and talent as Ru did to follow in his footsteps. He would give each individual a gemstone which contained a fraction of Ru’s powers. These would give the chosen ones many wondrous powers like the ones Ru once possessed. Michelle was worried about finding people qualified, but Ru assured her they were already out there. For as she had been reincarnated, so had all of her powers. With the help of Michelle Visage, Ru began his search…

[This is one method, where the queens are regular men who obtain super powers rather than pre-existing super beings who form a team]

In 2009, Ru came across Nea Marshall Kudi, a prince of his people in Cameroon who came to America and began working with wildlife and the UN. Ru found him to be the chosen one of his first gemstone, the golden brown sphalerite. This gave Nea the ability to transform into warrior, Bebe Zahara Benet. The world had a new hero and the first of her kind.

In 2010, Ru found James Ross, a runaway groom who was trying to escape his past and provide a better life for his young child. He worked his way through life by going to school during the day, while stripping at night. Ru gave him his second gemstone, the white diamond, and this gave James the ability to transform into warrior, Tyra Sanchez. While still having their own adventures, Bebe and Tyra also began to work as a team.

In 2011, Ru discovered Sutan Amrull. He was a creative makeup artist and photographer, who was highly spiritual. Ru gave him the blue sapphire which turned Sutan into the warrior, Raja Gemini. The team was now a trio.

In 2012, Ru found Aaron Coady, a club goer heavily involved in the punk rock scene, always getting into trouble, who often experimented with witch craft. Ru found him to be the chosen one to receiving the green emerald, which gave Aaron the ability to turn into Sharon Needles. Sharon joined the group as its fourth member.

Later that year, Obama was already leading into his second term, and Ru and Michelle knew they had work harder to finding successors to Ru’s powers before the end of Obama’s second term. They came across Chad Michaels, a former pageant winner, and current Vegas performer who possessed all the qualities in receiving the pink rose quartz. Chad Michaels now possessed the abilities to turn into super hero, Brigitte Love. However, in a bizarre plan that ended up working, Chad still referred to herself as Chad Michaels in hopes of using reverse psychology to protect her identity.

In 2013, the team came across Jerick Hoffer, a struggling Broadway actor who was best suited for the role of Ru’s next gemstone, the orange spessartine, which gave Jerick the abilities to transform into Jinkx Monsoon.

In 2014, Ru and Michelle began to keep a watchful eye on Roy Haylock, CEO of a successful company that catered to literature and reading. As the bad bitch in charge, she was the chosen one to receive the powers of the black gemstone, the schorl, giving Roy the great power of turning into warrior, Bianca Del Rio.

In 2015, the world was fascinated with its latest “It Boy” in fashion. A youngster by the name of Jason Dardo. Ru realized that this young model was in fact the chosen one to receive the powers of the purple amethyst, transforming Jason into vixen, Violet Chachki.

At the beginning of 2016, with three gemstones left, Ru and Michelle came across comedian Christopher Caldwell. After years of the team wondering who would be the chosen one to receive the yellow gemstone, Christopher fit the bill. He obtained the yellow citrine and became Bob The Drag Queen.

With two gemstones left, and Trump’s presidency coming closer and closer, Ru and Michelle worked twice as hard to find the two remaining chosen ones. But something funny happened. Justin Honard was a close ally of the team. He was dating Sharon around the time she joined the team, and although Sharon wasn’t suppose to, she revealed her identity to Justin. Because of this, Ru and the team kept Justin close as an assistant despite his difficult relationship with Sharon that ended up turning into a beautiful friendship. As they continued to search, in an epic battle against an enemy where Justin was held captive (similarly to how Georges once was), Justin was revealed to being the chosen one of a gemstone, and it turned out one of the chosen ones was under their nose the entire time. They threw him the turquoise gemstone transforming Justin into Alaska 5000.

Just as Trump was elected president, in 2017 the team finally found their final member. An artist who owned his own gallery by the name of Alexander Steinberg. He was given the red ruby, and it transformed him into warrior Sasha Velour.

As a new era of hatred begins, it’s the responsibility of RuPaul’s gemstones to help save the world…

xepscern  asked:

How do feel about the seemingly want for more heroes in Sentai? Obviously it's done to sell more toys, but how do you feel about the fact that the show can go off and now have 10 heroes like in Kyoryuger or *start out* with 9 and continue growing like in Kyuranger.

Honestly, if handled well, I don’t have a problem with it.  Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger handled it pretty well by having the second five (with the exception of KyoryuGold who took the sixth man spot) as either recurring guest characters or support staff (like Kyoryu Violet) who get called on when things get really bad and they need the extra muscle.

The extra heroes there didn’t really seem to take away the focus on our core 5-6 heroes.  What took the focus from them was the way too intense focus on Kyoryu Red, but that’s a complaint for another time.

Now with Uchuu Sentai Kyuranger, we do start with 9 (sort of they spend the first few episodes finding all of the 9) and I was worried we’d lose focus, especially with the addition of 2 more.  However, they’ve found interesting ways of dealing with that such as having Sasori Oranger be kind of an independent player and Koguma Skyblue going off to train with the Rebellion before he can rejoin the team proper.  This allows for the main team to carry out the big missions while some other members do side jobs or personal things.

So far, there hasn’t been the total focus on one character that plagued Kyoryuger.  Yes, Shishi Red gets a lot of attention but he is Red and that’s to be expected but I don’t feel like he’s getting too much attention. We still get focus episodes for everyone and the larger cast doesn’t seem to detract from the story itself. 

I know this is done to sell more toys.  The more characters they introduce, the more Kyutamas and Mecha they can sell.  However, this doesn’t seem to be a major detraction from the story and instead, they have found a way to incorporate it in an interesting way. Though I worry about the trend to make teams of 10+ heroes, as long as the story is well done, I have no problem with it so long as each character brings something to the team that no other character does.

Every character in Kyuranger brings something to the table and you can kind of break them up into sub-groups if you want based on complimentary skills. For example, Chameleon Green and Sasori Orange could be paired up as an espionage team as one is good with stealth and the other with infiltration. Tenbin Gold and Hebitsukai Silver are thieves so they can work together or with the espionage group. 

Shishi Red, Ookami Blue and Oushi Black work well as muscle for the team, one with luck and skill with weapons, another with animal strength the other with sheer robotic  muscle power.  Washi Pink and Kajiki Yellow are good support folks with one being the navigator and the other the cook but both are also useful in combat with speed and skill on their side. 

There is so much you can do with mixing and matching, which is why I think the use of the Kyulette Wheel to decide the makeup of mission teams is a brilliant concept.

You can end up with a nice, well-balanced team:

Or a team that logically shouldn’t work but somehow does:

It’s a good storytelling device to keep from getting overwhelmed by characters and one of the best things they came up with for this series!

So, while it can concern me that the idea could be handled badly in the future, for now I am ok with a larger cast of heroes. If I can compare it to anything Western it would be the larger roster of character from DC Superhero team, the Legion of Superheroes.  There are dozens of them but they all bring something special and work together without becoming overwhelming (for the most part).

your hands and lips still know their way around

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it must be true about what they say about liquid courage, because kageyama suddenly speaks up. “why didn’t we work out? we were so good together, and then….and then nothing. why—” his voice cracks, and he takes a moment to focus on not breaking down. “why did you have to leave?”

or, the au where kageyama sees his hinata at daichi and sugawara’s wedding and decides that maybe he doesn’t want to be hinata’s ex anymore.


The invitation to the wedding comes in a crème colored envelope edged with gold details, his name and address written across the front of it in calligraphy kanji so fancy that Kageyama barely recognizes it as his own. It’s classical and elegant, printed on a thick sheet of cardstock, and he thinks with an almost imperceptible smile that Sugawara-senpai must’ve been the one to choose it. A smaller sheet of paper falls out with the invite, and Kageyama hesitates for a moment before picking it up. It’s handwritten in black ink in a messy scrawl he hasn’t seen in a long time.

Hope you’ll be able to make it, Kageyama-kun! It’s been awhile since the all crows have gotten together. -Kōshi

Kageyama turns the paper over, hoping to find answers to the questions flitting through his mind at a mile per minute. The one that seems to recur most often, however, is one he already knows. Will Hinata be there? Because of course Daichi and Sugawara invited Shōyō to their wedding. The more rational side of Kageyama tells him that it’ll be an awkward affair filled with his longing glances and Hinata’s attempts to ignore him, that it’ll end like their relationship—with the both of them hurting and in tears.

With a small sigh and a pang in his chest, Kageyama puts the card back inside of the envelope, lays it on his kitchen counter, and leaves for volleyball practice.

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It doesn’t start how you’d think it would

“Well, obviously it’s Moony”

“Fuck you Sirius.”

Sirius sits up from where he’s lying on the picnic table to raise his eyebrows. “Now Moony, that’s no way to speak to your prison master.”

“I am not your prison bitch. If anything, you’re my prison bitch.”  

Sirius looks scandalised, and thus James, lying with his legs in the air against the wall bordering the grounds, decides to cut in. “Neither of you are prison masters, I’m the prison master. You’re both my prison bitches.”

“You can’t have two prison bitches, that’s monopolising the prison bitch market.” They all turn, Sirius on the picnic table, James lying on the ground, Remus sitting beside him with splayed legs, to the voice and there- in an orange jumpsuit with one of the zippers broken off- is their ticket out.


Alternate ends to that sentence include:

1.       The girl who broke the daisy chain.

2.       The one least likely to be a prison bitch.

3.       The rest of James’s life.


She sits with them at dinner.

“What’s your name again?”

“Black, stop trying to look cool. I know you know what my name is.” Lily puts her tray next to Remus, who is sniggering into his hand. There is sunburn across her face from standing in the sun and talking to them nearly all yesterday, and as a result it is difficult to tell where her hair begins and her face ends. James looks up and grins.

“I think he intended it to be more of a power move actually.”

“He’d actually have to have power in order for that to be accomplished.”

Sirius brandishes his fork at her so forcefully that a piece of chicken flies off. “Listen here Evans, I don’t know what kind of prison gangs you associated with back at Northcote but here, things are different.”

“I would hardly call us a prison gang.” Remus is in the process of reaching for his napkin, only to find that James had stolen it pretty much the moment they sat down.

“Well Moony, we are in prison and we are a group of people who hang out, hereby, a prison gang.”

Lily gives Remus her napkin. “A prison gang implies you have sinister motives.”

“You have no idea what our motives are, Evans.”

James rolls his eyes and flicks Sirius on the ear. “Our motives are not sinister” he says to Lily, who smirks.

“’Thought not.”


A rumour goes around that Lily got transferred because she killed two prison guards and ripped out another inmate’s teeth after they removed cornflakes from the cafeteria. Noah Brewer goes around telling everyone that her hair is so red because its full of matted blood. It’s all very dramatic and Elise Porter makes a big show of moving stepping aside for her in the halls.

James finds the whole thing hilarious, and often talks her up in the guy’s bathroom to the point where everyone thinks she’s a mass murderer. Sirius joins in, and then they’re reenacting the supposed ‘ruthless killing’ once a week just before movie night. Someone suggests putting the idea forward for the annual play.

She tries to be bothered by it but, honestly? Remus charges everyone one baked potato from their Sunday lunch to watch and they’re making a killing.


“So why were you transferred, really?” James asks as she takes a book from him and shelves it. He’s been standing in the library and talking to her for the better part of an hour now, trying to figure out how to ask.

“You really want to know?”

“Well generally that’s why people ask things.”

She raises one eyebrow and reaches around him, grabbing a book from behind him. “just for that I’m not going to tell you.”

“What? Oh come on Evans, you can’t set me up like that and then get mad when I capitalise on the opportunity you created!”

“Stop using the word ‘capitalise’ in casual sentences, it’s embarrassing”

“Says the girl who used the word ‘monopolising’ the first time we met.”

“Oh James, are you reliving the moment I came into your life? Do you think about it all the time? Does it haunt your days and nights, making you sleepless-“


“-keeping you awake as you dream of me, shaking up your world with the word ‘monopolising’ and then shaking you up as you can think of nothing but me? oh James, I’m so flattered that you picture me always-“

“Please stop. God, Evans, I’ll leave this library. I’ll leave this fucking library and you’ll have to stack this bullshit all by yourself. Try me”


Sirius puts in a request for them all to get t-shirts that say #1 PRISON GANG for ‘medical purposes’ and they all get called in for counselling. After that they’re not allowed to have metal utensils so they have to eat with plastics. James breaks three forks in two days, Sirius ends up eating with his hands by day four, Remus tries to stab himself with the plastic knife in the middle of lunch because ‘any alternative would be better than this’ and Lily goes on a hunger strike by day seven.


They get their metal utensils back.


“Seriously? That’s it? You got 12 years for that?”

“We were pretty damn good.”

“You were stealing cars. I stole a car once when I was sixteen and so drunk I tried to start it by putting the keys in the glovebox.”  

“We once cleared out an entire dealership in a night.” Lily’s mouth drops open and Sirius’s best shit-eating grin appears.

“Told you we were good, Evans.” Lily shuts her mouth and pretends to not be impressed.

“Well alright” she leans forward, elbows on her knees, “what if I told you that I ran a multi-million-dollar underground meth ring out the back of an old lacrosse shed after I got back from working shifts at the supermarket my mum owned.”

There is a silence so loud she worries she might have actually scared them. Sirius is agog, eyes huge enough to see from at least 18 miles away and Remus is giving her look like he’s trying to figure her out in his head, a complicated math equation inside a girl. James breaks first.

“Hold on, so you’re a drug dealer and your mum owns a supermarket?” he’s starting to smile, struck by lightning through the skull, “Shit, Evans you’re fucking fantastic. You had access to drugs and free fruit roll ups. I’m outraged I haven’t known you my whole life.”


“One question.” Lily says and Remus starts from where he’s cleaning the sink, “If you guys were so damn good then why did you get caught?”

Remus doesn’t turn around, and after a minute she realises she’s asked something that has struck a nerve. He doesn’t look at her.

“There used to be four of us.” He says, quietly.


“Potter, I’ve just had your driver’s licence photo described to me in intense detail by Black, along with an accompanying drawing by Lupin. Please describe to me the exact thought process that lead to the green hair”

“Will it do any use denying this?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine. Then let me set the scene: it’s summer, I’m seventeen, and am on a lilo in a stranger’s pool at 3.a.m.…”


Lily gets some sort of severe sunburn even looking at a window and won’t stop humming David Bowie even after threats of bodily injury. Sirius is always diagnosing himself with dramatic, deadly diseases and won’t stop drumming on the table with his fingers. Remus once accidentally swallowed a fly in his orange juice and won’t stop rolling his eyes every time Sirius diagnoses himself with a dramatic, deadly disease. James asks every week on the phone for his mother to send him a dressing gown and won’t stop looking at Lily.

Honestly, someone should have caught on that this would happen. Clearly, they are the dream team.


“I’m fixing it!”

“Really, Black? because it looks like you’re fucking it!”

“What are you two doing.” Lily and Sirius wheel around and look so clearly guilty that James thinks it’s a wonder that they didn’t end up in prison years before. Sirius holds up two halves of what was once a daisy chain.

“Happy Birthday, Prongs. Evans broke your gift.”

Lily hits him over the head.


She has the idea in the middle of the night and sits up in bed- an electric fence turned on in the dark.

Oh, she thinks. Oh, yes. That could work.


Lily corners him by the toast and drags him by the collar out into the abandoned hall. James is about to object, but he can feel her fingers against his skin through his shirt fabric and- well- his tongue is suddenly too big for his mouth. Lily looks up at him, eyes full of what appears to be determination.

“I like you.” She states, a pure and simple fact.

He’s floored. “Like in a prison way?” he asks, and then wishes to be cremated immediately.

Pause. “How the hell do you like someone in a ‘prison way?’”

“I don’t know you just- just like them, when you’re- ah- when you’re in the prison- you like me?”

“Yeah.” her eyebrows are furrowed together and she crosses her arms over her chest, “in the normal way, meaning: I want to hang out with you and fuck when we get out here. Not in the ‘prison way’ you fucking-“

He’s kissed her before she can finish her sentence. Then-

He pulls back. “You said when.”

She opens her eyes, looking a little like she’s just been hit over the head with a bat. “What?”

“You said ‘when we get out of here’. And you said the ‘when’ like you thought ‘when’ would be happening soon.”

She grins at him.


“Are we really going to do this?” Remus asks.

Sirius blanches, “Of course we are, this is brilliant.”

“Yeah but…” Remus trails off, but the meaning is clear. If this goes wrong, it will mean more than having no metal utensils. Lily looks at James.

“We’re doing it.” He says firmly, “Lily knows what she’s doing.”


(She actually doesn’t, because that’s the thing about breaking out of prison, you only really get to do it once.)


It involves, in no particular order:

a fork, the cords from all the phones, a piece of sink piping, three sheets, a shower curtain, four really good hair ties, the stuffing of one mattress, four good pairs of shoes, and at least three excuses that could explain away any part of the plan, lest they be caught. These could include “we are barricading down this wall to get some exercise”, “I am purposefully blocking this sink because I am staging a protest against the water quality’ or “I’m stuffing all this mattress foam down my pants because I believe in comfort.”


“Moony, I’m willing to consider letting you off the hook for being my prison bitch if you pull this off.”

“Sirius, I am going to hire someone to murder you.”

“Hire someone?! We’ve been friends since we were eleven! You can’t even kill me yourself? Unbelievable. Typical prison bitch behaviour.”


They get out, the specifics are boring and, to be perfectly honest, Sirius hardly listened to the plan anyway and ended up winging his half, while Lily broke her wrist jumping over the wall because it turns out that the hair ties weren’t that good. Remus did alright, although he did get a cold from being in the water tank to long, and James, well-

Fingernails grow back.


They’re all over the news the next day, pictures plastered everywhere and news anchors calling them a ‘notorious prison gang’ that frequently performed plays detailing a gruesome murder and made other inmates ‘pay to watch’. ‘They also requested t-shirts be made to solidify their status’, many reporters claim.

Lily hums David Bowie until they cross the border, and Remus hits James every time he tries to change the radio. Sirius yells about how great they are for ten minutes and then falls asleep with his head on Lily’s shoulder.

“Hey,” she sticks herself in between the drivers and passenger seat, grinning, “So we’re out of prison and- against all odds- I still like you, so it must not be in a ‘prison way’ as-“

“Shut up. Oh God, Evans, mention that again and I’ll kill you and then happily go back to jail for your murder. Just-“

“Remus, do you know how you fancy someone in a ‘prison way’? because I sure don’t, let’s ask James her what that means exactly-“

“Moony, roll down the window. I’m throwing myself out of it.”

anonymous asked:

prompt: tHEY GET MARRIED??????

More Like: “Nicky Hemmick Plans a Secret Wedding for Andrew and Neil and Tricks Them Into Showing Up”

This is going to be very long. This isn’t an apology, just a heads up.

Here’s how it goes down:

  • It’s just a normal regular old Sunday. The holy-est day of the week. A day made for worshipping. 
  • Which is why Neil spends every Sunday morning praising Andrew’s body. 
  • And Andrew indulges him, usually, because they sleep in on Sundays and Andrew usually wakes up feeling well rested and comfortable.
  • They’re both professional Exy players at this point so Sunday is one of the few days where they don’t have games and get to spend quality time together
  • And while Neil is beginning the day on the giving end of a good old fashioned blow job
  • Nicky Hemmick is out there. And he is scheming. 
  • Everybody thinks it’s a bad idea. Everybody is sure that they won’t go for it. But who in the world could say no to Nicky when he is that excited?
  • Well, Andrew could. He would say “no” directly to his face if he knew what was happening.
  • But all the other Foxes are not immune to Nicky’s Puppy Pout™
  • Which is how the entire former Palmetto State Foxes Exy Team ends up back at Palmetto and back on the court
  • Renee is the most helpful with the planning because she is so gosh darned pure at heart and truly believes that Neil and Andrew will go for it even if the rest of everybody ever has their doubts
  • Wymack, Abby, and Bee are all showing up later
  • Even Aaron is there helping because Katelyn dragged him there
  • Katelyn is like bffs with Allison at this point and they both have planned the perfect orange color scheme for this wedding
  • Allison bought about a bajillion orange dyed flowers for everywhere
  • Aaron keeps sneezing and glaring but doesn’t dare say a word
  • Matt and Dan are setting up the altar which consists of a painted white platform that is decorated with fox prints
  • It was decided unanimously that Renee was the only one Holy enough to marry anybody and got her license, even though Nicky whined about that for about three straight weeks
  • Kevin had to block Nicky’s number because he couldn’t take the constant stream of texts from Nicky that would usually go to Neil but “I can’t ruin the surprise Kevin!!!!! I am going to prove to everybody that I can keep a secret!!!!”

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Ashes, Ashes

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson x Ginny Weasley

AU: Modern, non-magical, Project Runway AU

Word Count: 1,157

Written For: getcozywithtposey (happy birthday, sweetie!)

Pansy almost misses the application deadline for the show.

She spends four hours shading in the lines of the pencil sketches in her portfolio and then wastes twenty-five minutes staring aghast at the blinking black cursor on her laptop screen when she gets to the lone lonely essay question at the end and it’s asking her ‘Who are you?’ like she has any idea how to answer and it’s frustrating.

Because she’s a crumpled white envelope overflowing with half-smoked cigarettes and expensive hotel stationary and she’s been around the world and back and has the scars and the postage stamps and the passport ink to prove it and she’d been The Snitch in high school and The Burnout in college and sometimes she’s blank but more often than not she’s empty and she’s been secretly steamed open and left out to dry so that no one could see the marks and she’s been taped shut and scribbled on and thrown away and she’s all of these things and all of these moments and how can she condense that into a 250-word personal statement?

She winds up writing about her idyllic childhood summers at the Cape and how graduating from Parsons had changed her life and when she gets her callback a few weeks later from the network she wears a black leather jacket over a lace-collared white Chanel dress and sneers at the other applicants in the sleek, chrome-accented waiting room and that isn’t the day she first speaks to Ginny Weasley, no, but it is the day that she first notices her.

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hunger - chapter 9

Hunger master post

Stiles can’t go to the Sheriff’s Department, but he needs to track down Kate Argent. He doesn’t know where she lives, but C. & V. Argent, according to the address that Stiles jotted down on his piece of paper last time he was using Allison’s computer, live over on Parkview Street. It’s a newer area. Stiles doesn’t know it very well. The houses here are big, the lawns uniformly neat and tidy. It’s not the best place to try to walk down the street without being noticed. Stiles imagines he can feel curtains flicking as he passes. He imagines narrow-eyed suburbanites reaching for their Neighborhood Watch information and their telephones. Stiles walks like he has a purpose, like he’s a kid visiting a friend. It’s just on dusk when he arrives at the Argents’ house.

The black SUV and the car he recognizes as Allison’s are parked in the driveway. So C. & V. Argent are her parents.

At least it’s not a common surname.

The house directly across the street from the Argents’ house has no lights turned on. It also has a screen of shrubs planted along the property line which, going by the rest of the neighborhood, are probably against the rules or something, but thank God for rebels. Stiles slips into the yard and hunkers down behind the shrubs. He’s hidden from view now, but has a perfect line of sight to the Argents’ house.

He sits and waits, and feels the phantom press of the dog’s nose against his cold fingers.

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The Girlfriend Ch. 15

Part 2 of “The Nanny” Series

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: It’s time… 

Warnings: Fun & fluffiness again, yay!

Author’s Note: This is it! The end of part 2! Thank you so much for reading the past 30 chapters & sticking with my story this far. Love to you all! <3   

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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Early the next day, you were released from the hospital. After smuggling you through back corridors and service elevators to a dark corner of the parking garage, you both got into the car that had been waiting.

Seung Hyun surprised you by taking you to a suite in some fancy hotel instead of bringing you straight home. He had told you it was because the villa was undergoing clean up and repairs… which was true. It was also getting a brand new, state of the art, security system; one of the ones that had one way video screens at the door so you could see who was on the other side before you opened it.

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War Wounds

Part II.

In one world, Felix stabs Tucker, and Tucker stands back up. In one world he endures phantom pain and scar tissue and nightmare, but he survives, and continues to survive, and be a survivor. He learns his way around soldiers and death and can smile at it, the same way he smiles at his friends. He lives and he stands beside Washington as they face a new enemy, in one world.

This is not that world.

Part I.

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