i have no idea what that ship is called

The only reason why i started watching shadowhunters is because of this ship called malec.
I have no idea who these two are, but im gonna watch it, and see them kiss.
What a day!
(But honestly im struggling to find older episodes for it, im on 1x04, i need to find more episodes!!! Please tell me some ways to watch it! I have utorrent so please give me some links if you can!)


Lance immediately vows to never hit on Allura ever again.  

This is my own design of Lotor I have absolutely no idea what he’ll look like in the next season for all I know he’ll have 5 arms and a head 3 sizes too big for his body~


How Do People NOT Multiship?

Seriously I don’t get it. Just looking at Voltron for example here, you’ve got

-Klance, your hate ship, that red and blue, the gay losers who pretend to hate each other but would be very upset if something happened to the other
–Sheith, with all its history and possibilities for angst and comfort
-Kidge, your dumb conspiracy theorists who have no idea what they’re doing in a relationship but they’re trying their best
-Heith, your cinnamon roll lovers
-Kallura, your space power couple and also the way to spite people just for fun
-Shance, your sweet little angel falling for space daddy and it could be unrequited if you like to suffer and I mean Lance called Shiro his fucking hero like can you not
-Pidgance, Punk and Hance, your friends to lovers ships
-Allurance, for crush nerds and could again be unrequited if you’re masochistic
-Shidge, with their adorable and lame support that makes me cry
-Shunk, which is just an even purer cinnamon roll ship
-Shallura, for all your space parent needs
-Pallura, because lesbians are beautiful
-Hallura, the team mom ship
-Shatt, more angst opportunities and the best name

And then there’s your poly ships

-Shklance, where Shiro’s the only sane one and keeping them alive
-Klunk, Kidgance and both at the same time, the purest of friends to lovers poly ships
-Shallurance, which is perfect for Lance angst if you like people feeling like an add on and less important when really they’re just as loved
-Shalluridge, which I can’t even describe how great it is
- Shalluratt, which I don’t actually ship but I get it

Then again maybe is just me I join a fandom and I either ship everything or don’t even ship the Canon there is no in between for me.

anonymous asked:

A Chloe x Alya fic where they love each other as volpina and the bee thing (I'm tired and brain dead rn so I'm bad at articulating things but I hope you know what I'm talking about) but despise each other as their real selves? And make it a reveal fic? This could be a chapter fic or one shot I don't care but please :D

Bless you, praise you anon.

Okay, so ehre we go! Did someone ask for Dark Cupid but with Queen Bee and Vixen? Too bad, cause this is pretty much what I did/ Bonus points if any of you get where I got Queen Bee’s attack from.

Part 2(coming soon)(cause no way in hell I’m leaving this as it is lmao what are you taking me for, someone who can write angst and leave it as it is?)

Alya had one day from hell because of one and only Chloé Bourgeois. She had never been more grateful for an akuma, it gave her the chance to blow some steam. True, she was using her flute more like Chat was using his staff, rather than make some illusions, but she was in the mood to hit something. And the new akuma gave her the perfect opportunity. She didn’t pay much attention to the name but it was turning people in fairytale characters. Why was Hawkmoth akumatizing little kids again? Right, because he was an asshole.

“What got you so riled up, foxy?”

“Nothing you should worry about, your highness.” Alya replied playfully while kicking another knight over the head.

“That angry scowl on your gorgeous face always gets me worried.” she declared wrapping the string of her spinning top around two knight before slamming them against a tree.

“Well, I’d hate if my small problems would ruin that bright smile off your face.”

Queen Bee kept smiling, ready to flirt back, when Ladybug shouted for her. “B! I could really use your help right now.”

The blonde turned towards the akuma that was momentarily being kept in place by Ladybug’s yoyo. Alya moved to cover her as she called for her signature move.

“Poison Sting!” she called out moving her spinning top towards the akuma

Alya didn’t quite catch what happened next. The akuma managed to escape Ladybug’s grip, dodging the spinning top and at the same time sending an attack towards Queen Bee. The next thing Alya saw was her teammate lying unconscious on the ground. And one of the gems in her comb began to flicker. Alya’s heart sunk.

“Get her out!” Chat screamed at her while dodging another attack. “Secret identity. We got this. Go!”

Without hesitation, Alya picked Queen Bee up and began to run. She did her best to avoid the crowd as she sprung on a lamp post then on a lower roof, then a higher one. By the time they reached what she considered a secluded enough corner two of the gems on her comb already flickered off.

“B,” Alya called out gently shaking her shoulder. “Come on Queenie, don’t do this.”

She was desperate. Queen Bee was close to detransform and knocked out by whatever the akuma did to them. Okay, think Alya, think. The akuma knocked only her out, right? She turned some people into knights and she even saw some frogs. The akuma was fairytale based and… of course! Alya snapped her fingers, finally finding the solution.

Looking down at Queen Bee, slipping peacefully with her head in Alya’s lap. She was never the biggest fan of those tropes from the fairy tales she used to read to her sisters, but they were in a desperate need right now. So desperate to even use a true love’s kiss.

(She tried to ignore the weird sensation in her stomach at the thought of it not working.)

Stroking her cheek gently, Alya leaned over, capturing Queen Bee’s lips in a kiss. Ironically, her lips really tasted like honey. She can’t wait to tease her for this later. And maybe kiss her again.

After what Alya thought was enough to break the spell, she broke the kiss, looking down at her partner. Queen Bee frowned and began opening her eyes.

“Huh? What happened?” her eyes squinted around, confused. Then she noticed who was looking down at her, her lips curling in a smile. “Well, hello there beautiful. ” she stood up, allowing them to be on the same eye level. “Care to tell me what happened after the akuma hit me?”

Alya felt relief flood her. It worked! Queenie was safe and sound. And she was apparently her true love, but they’ll discuss that later. Alya was beaming. But before she could answer a golden light appeared, making her shield her eyes. Oh, no. So had forgotten entirely about the detransformation. And while Alya knew she should have looked away and protect the identity of her partner, but she was frozen in place. And as the light vanished in Queen Bee’s place stood one and only Chloé Bourgeois. Alya gasped.

“This… was unexpected.” the blonde remarked as her kwami hid with a snicker. Looking at Alya she gave her a smile, almost shy smile that wasn’t characteristic for either her personas. “Hey, foxy, I know I’m sexy, but close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”

Alya did that. She wasn’t sure what to feel in that moment. It was too much. A wave of all kinds of feelings hit her and almost knocked her off her feet. She couldn’t do this. Not now. She got on her shakily before beginning to back off.

“Vixen?” Chloé called her superhero name in what felt like forever. “Look, I know we aren’t supposed to know, but the bright part.”

“Just… don’t.” Alya managed to say turning her back. She couldn’t do this. For once in her life, Alya felt like running away.

Chloé stood on the rooftop looking at the orange figure disappearing over the rooftops. And for the first time in years, her heart was shattering again.

  • Yurio: I can't win against JJ or Yuuri otherwise.
  • Me: OH MY G O D, he just called him "Yuuri!" *wipes tears of joy*
  • JJ: Oh my god, he just called me JJ!!!

anonymous asked:

yo what do you call the kenxmark ship? e.e i'm really into it but have no idea how to call it aaahhh. love your art, btw~ (alsoareyounitopewdieplier?causeimfallingforthattoo)

i personally call it CinnamonPlier . (bc the Ot3 ken/jack and mark is called CinnamonSeptiplier. ) (๑☆‿ ☆#)ᕗ

U should take a look tho’ ! they’re kyote !two manly manly boys ! (*☌ᴗ☌)。*゚

Actually Ken said that if he could choose, he would like to be paired with Mark. ( That’s from an oold Broken podcast ft mark. but let’s say it’s still legit.. )

And yea’ sure! pewdieplier is a gr8t bro’ship! Pewds is makin’ a lot of reference to him in his videos! i totally love it !

BTS Reaction/Scenario: Overhearing You Talking About Your Crush On Them

Okay so I’ll continue with the ships and requested reactions tomorrow, but for now I’m going to post what I’ve been working on tonight!

So I had this idea to incorporate little scenarios, basically these are mini fan fics, and how they’d react in the circumstances. Should I call these reaction-scenarios? Idk. But see it as a little gift before I have to get back to college - I’ve done a fresh plot and scenario for each member! :) (some are longer than others though sorry)

Rap Monster

Originally posted by baebsaes

Sat in a coffee shop with your friend to catch up and gossip, your conversation leads to romance and your friend asks if there’s anyone special in your life. Unknowingly, you begin to tell her about the cute guy Namjoon from work as he is sat just a few tables away.

Keep reading

listen, i respect matt mercer and he is a sweetheart wanting to respect everyone’s opinion and not call it bullshit so i’ll do it instead. because claiming that kimallura is fetishized is fucking bullshit. i live by the “respect everyone’s opinion” but when we’re having a healthy wlw relationship which so far has only been seen as “gals being pals” (and strangely enough, their affection was okay then) and they finally kiss, it’s considered fetishizing? yeah that’s when i throw that philosophy out of the window and bring my fighting gloves. Cause this shit is serious. Are we really living in a world where two women kissing after going through serious emotional trauma and believing the other to be lost forever is considered fetishized? seriously? i have no words. like criticize relationships in a dnd game you don’t even play in and really don’t have a say in anyway all you want but don’t throw this kind of bullshit around. not when there are more serious things to call out for fetishizing wlw instead of a couple of women who KISSED in ONE EPISODE. like wtf people? 

Don’t Call Me Son

Pairing: none. this is the father-son relationship between Washington and Lafayette. all of you washette shippers, prepare to be disappointed

i have no idea what universe this is, could be either Hamiltime or modern AU

Request: @the-small-croissant : Love your work OML! I just found you and I’m hooked, a huge part of me is obsessed wit the adorable father-son relationship with Lafayette and Washington, it’s not really an actual ship as is is just a father-son thing, but a cute fluffy thing in your writing of that would kill me in the best of ways and yeah, sorry to bother, just not throwing away my shot here to request~ ^^

Word count: 631

Warnings: swearing

A/N: i don’t know if lafayette’s dad was actually a dud, that’s just what i decided to do. i don’t write washette, i don’t ship it. i know there’s got to be someone else who writes fics who does ship it, so go ask them. :) also this is really sweet and i loved writing it. super short and it took me less than an hour. i guess i’m making up for the lack of fics this previous week. anyway, enjoy!




Lafayette heard Alex’s yell from several yards away, and the Frenchman winced. Alex had a temper, and he didn’t have very good control over it. Personally, Lafayette was fine with Washington acting as his dad. The guy was great at it, and Lafayette would much rather have had George Washington be his father than his actual one.

Lafayette couldn’t hear what Washington said afterwards, but Alex came out of the command tent with his head hanging, looking dejected. “He’s sending me home,” the Caribbean immigrant muttered. “Says that I overstepped and need to leave.”

“I heard your yell,” Lafayette said tentatively, well aware that he was treading on dangerous territory. Alex’s face scrunched up and then fell.

“Yeah. He kept calling me ‘son’. ‘Son, I need you alive’ and ‘son’ this and ‘son’ that. I…just…my real dad, the shittiest dad to ever dad, he left. Up and left, leaving my mom and me alone and I don’t want the general to leave me too…I’m just scared,” Alex rushed out, his eyes reflecting his pain. He clenched a fist. “Anyway…see you sometime, Lafayette. Good luck in France.”

Lafayette nodded and let Alex walk down the path.

He cautiously stepped up to the command tent and poked his head inside. “General Washington?”

The general was pacing, back and forth, back and forth, worrying a rut in the floor. He was muttering distractedly to himself, turning a letter over and over in his hands. He looked up at the sound of Lafayette’s voice. “Yes, son?”

“Is everything alright with Hamilton, sir?”

Washington shook his head, lowering himself into a chair. “No. His wife wrote a month ago and asked for him to come home, as she is pregnant. Then the whole mess with Charles Lee…in short, he’s not doing so great.”

“That’s unfortunate, sir.”

Washington gestured to the chair next to him. “Come sit.”

Lafayette sat next to the general, staring into the fire. He started when Washington cleared his throat.

“He did make it pretty clear that he does not want me to call him son anymore. Would you also like for me to refrain from calling you son?”

Lafayette shook his head. “I don’t mind, sir. You see, Hamilton’s real dad left him when he was a kid, and I think he’s simply afraid that you’ll also leave him. He probably doesn’t want to get too close to you, so that if you do abandon him, he won’t be hurt as badly.”

Washington made a murmur of agreement in the back of his throat. “I can see that. But what about you? From what I understand, you also had a bad father experience.”

Lafayette shifted a bit. “Umm, yes, sir. But I’m fine with you calling me son. You’re a much better father than he ever was. I like having you as my dad.”

A smile broke out over Washington’s face, and memories flashed through Lafayette’s head. He saw Washington welcoming him into the army, being patient while he stuttered half in English and half in French, having trouble learning a new language, encouraging him, training him, making him feel welcome and loved. Washington was a very good acting father to him, and he was glad.

“I’m proud to be thought of as your father,” Washington said quietly. “Now, son, leave, before I get all overly emotional. Go to France and get us some support.”

Lafayette stood, saluting the general. “Yes…” He debated for a second. “Father.”

Washington sighed. “I told you to leave before I got emotional!”

Lafayette laughed and ducked under the tent flap. He walked through the camp and to a port, to find a ship, to sail to France, to come back to General Washington, his father.


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Aeons ago an anon asked for some shippy art featuring Meulin with someone other than Kurloz, and you know, as dope as Meuloz is, Meulin should definitely get around some more if ya ask me! So how about her sharing some dank catnip with Damara B)
I think this is called “shotgunning”

Not trying to start discourse here but I think I figured out why antis act the way they do and I wouldn’t mind hearing your thoughts on it.

I have a theory that all the worst antis literally only ship what they ship because it’s not straight. Like a lot of them are misandists, I’ve noticed, who hate men so much that the idea of this kind of ship and even bisexuality is completely repulsive to them. So they put no thought into why they ship their ship, just the genders of the characters in question.

Using that logic, it only makes sense that they would call us homophobic. They can’t think outside themselves and their own reasons for shipping and they apply their own shipping logic to us instead of considering a wide variety of reasons for shipping.

Basically, since they only ship their OTP because it’s gay, we must only ship our ship because it’s straight. And no other reason. And they can’t fathom that there even can be other reasons.

Anyway, that’s what I’m thinking, let me know if I’m onto something if you like!


*edited because I mistook Ohm for Sark. Sorry*

As always, Delirious will always be quoted, including the natural dubstep

*Bryce lets Ohm passes through a trap*

Ohm: Look guys, so easy!

Delirious: Wow… you’d let your boyfriend through

Bryce: Oh I’d let my boyfriend through? I’d let my boyfriend through?

*dozens of explosive roll down the aisle*

*While they’re taking musical chair to the next fucking level*

Vanoss: One chair left, two butts are remaining! Who will survive?

I’m so done.

I may have named a ship ….

Well, maybe not just me – I dunno if anyone else came up with this idea *too*. XD 

Anyway, I was talking Riverdale with some friends. One asked what the Kevin x Joaquin ship would be called, I brainstormed some stuff, and he said he liked my idea of Southside Story. I liked it too, so I tweeted it, and here we are. XD

Temporal Mechanic

Arrington snorted. “Don’t they wish. I’ve been spending the last two years shoulder deep in this beast, Lieutenant Oxton, and I’ve been watching people try and fail to get the full potential out of this airframe. I don’t like the idea I’ve wasted so much time and effort…and I’m not terribly excited about handing this aircraft over to someone who just came out of Empire, no matter how good your scores were.”

Lena set her teeth in a falsely cheerful smile. “Well, fortunately for me it wasn’t your decision, Chief. So we can either work together and you can tell me what I need to know about this aircraft, or I’d be happy to request a new chief tech for the project if you’d rather, because I’m not leaving until this plane passes acceptance, or I bend it beyond all recognition.”

They stood there, glaring into each other’s eyes for a long moment before the taller woman smiled very slightly. “Maybe you’ll do after all, Lieutenant.”

anonymous asked:

Why are people so hateful towards our ship?? I don't get it :( we're not mean to them

idk i’m kind of mean sometimes

i can’t sum up EVERYONE because there’s a broad spectrum but the reasons that antis i’ve encountered have done what they’ve done is one or more of these things

  • they just can’t see it happening because the idea of it is too weird (this is what i like to call “antis that are actually semi-reasonable because they don’t pretend that it’s anything more than that”)
  • they think it’s incest.
  • they think it’s pedophilia.
  • they think it’s abuse.
  • ^ all of these things aren’t true about reylo, by the way. the incest one might be if the writers screw the pooch, but who knows
  • they fundamentally misunderstand the subtext to kylo ren and rey’s relationship which i cannot entirely blame them for because some of the more overt references to it got cut from the movie and are only available in the books, ie, “You have compassion for her”
  • they do surface-level analysis of things and water down complex characterization to inappropriate labels (KYLO IS AN ABUSER/NAZI/WHATEVERTHEFUCK!!! REY IS A PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL SUNSHINE STAR CHILD!!!)
  • they pit fin.nrey against it
  • they choose to ignore actual canonical/official content that comes out or attack the people that wrote it if they disagree with what was created (Claudia Gray got attacked really badly with her book Bloodline)
  • they think that they are more morally pure than us
  • they’re twelve year olds that just don’t know any better or they’re forty year olds that should know better but are still mentally twelve
  • they have savior complexes
  • they’re just miserable, spiteful people