i really need to catch up on this show

  • Slytherin: There's this really great show I think you should check out!
  • Ravenclaw: Okay, I will.
  • Slytherin: *three years later* Oh, did you like that show by the way?
  • Ravenclaw: Oh, I haven't started it yet.
  • Slytherin: Are you fucking kidding me?
Things Everyone Should Know About Min Yoongi

Or just reasons to love him. (From the POV of a Yoongi stan)

  • loves music
  • raps faster than the speed of light. hella control over his voice
  • plays the piano
  • amazing on stage; in his element
  • his mixtape saved hiphop. saved lives. saved the world goddamn Yoongi
  • AGUSTD - Intro: Dt sugA (ft. DJ Friz)                                                                        - AgustD                                                                                                      - give it to me                                                                                              -skit                                                                                                            -724148                                                                                                      -140503 at dawn                                                                                        -The Last                                                                                                    -Tony Montana (ft. Yankie)                                                                          -Interlude ; Dream, Reality                                                                          -so far away (ft. Suran) 
  • he produced the entire thing. it didn’t feel like individual tracks on an album. it felt very complete, in a way i’ve never seen before.
  • released this masterpiece to the world for free; on soundcloud, on a google drive, on mediafire, on spotify…
  • He had no problematic lyrics on his mixtape. He doesn’t imitate or glorify modern American hiphop. There are no meaningless lyrics, no misogyny, no materialism or racial slurs. Instead, he talks about himself and builds on that.
  • worked on his mixtape in between his schedule. sometimes while on the plane, sometimes while working on other music for BTS.
  • Has a polar bear protection bracelet. Really likes polar bears.
  • was the happiest person in the world when he met Kumamon it was all too adorable
  • Very socially aware. Wants to use his fame to shift people’s attention to global problems.
  • When he and Taehyung got sick and were rushed to the hospital, they ended up having to cancel the concert in Kobe. During his vacation time, he went to the stadium they were supposed to perform in by himself and wrote a post about it in the fancafe. He sat in the seats of the stadium and forced himself to imagine the fans’ emotions on the day that was supposed to be the concert. He wrote  a long apology. He felt so guilty it kept him awake every night since the incident. He didn’t know what else to do. He promised never to let the fans down again and to work harder. 
  • works from from 12 am - 6 am on music. even after a full day of training or concert preparation or filming. only to sleep for 2 or 3 hours or not at all to start the next day. sleeps whenever he gets the chance. gives the day’s events his full energy regardless. 
  • when BTS had to pack for their backpacking trip through Europe, he was the one that remembered to pack medicine and first aid supplies. he cleaned up before leaving the hotel room. helped cook. was in charge of their budget. 
  • wrote/composed/produced some of BTS’s best songs:                              -Tomorrow                                                                                                  -Nevermind                                                                                                -Intro (HYYH pt. 1)                                                                                      -Dead Leaves                                                                                            -Fun Boyz                                                                                                  -Just One Day                                                                                            -Let Me Know                                                                                              -Paldogangsan (with Hoseok & Namjoon)                                                  -Cypher pt 1, 2, & 3 (with Hoseok & Namjoon)
  • participates in the making of almost every BTS song
  • he looks gorgeous in every hair colour he’s literally so beautiful
  • once said he would sue Bighit if his hair started falling out lmao
  • his smile that shows his gums
  • laughs in 10 different ways
  • his voice sounds beautiful in Whalien52 aka one of my favourite songs
  • in the song “Move” he dedicated his section to his mom, who was sick after she gave birth to him
  • in “If I ruled the world” he dreams, if he could have anything, it would be to buy a house for his family
  • danced around his studio in the early hours of the morning when “Nevermind” was approved to be the intro of HYYH pt.2
  • really likes lamb skewers. Wants to open a lamb skewer restaurant with Jungkook
  • his only goal is to make music that gives people emotions (comfort). the root of his passion, goes back to when he started making music at the age of 13.
  • his dream was to perform at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. At the end of the concert, he looked for his parents and brother in the crowd. When he saw them, he smiled and got on the floor to do a deep bow, the kind where your forehead touches the ground. This is when he sobbed for the first time at a concert.
  • at fansigns, fans get to write them a question. “What’s more important? Face or body?” is asked a lot, not just to BTS but all Kpop groups. Yoongi is the only one that writes a third option, “Personality” and circles it and writes that it is the most important. He does this every time the question comes up.
  • When given the question, “What type of girl?” or “What type of style do you like in a girl?” He circles all of them.
  • his ideal type is someone who likes music and someone he can communicate with. there are never any other specifications.
  • when asked for the ideal weight in a girl, he writes a ridiculous number
  • when asked what age difference he would date, he wrote “81 years” lol
  • tells everyone to eat well and take care of themselves. loves his fans more than anything.
  • extremely open-minded person
  • when he and Namjoon were being disrespected by Bfree during an interview, he stayed calm and handled the situation well. Then proceeded to drAG THE HELL OUT OF HIM IN CYPHER PT. 2
  • the “S” in Suga stands for “Savage”
  • literally sarcastic all the time
  • “If we’re talking about regrets you should think of some of your past selcas” - to Jimin
  • relatable
  • king of “I meant to do that”
  • the time he and Hoseok reacted to a “Try not to laugh challenge” of their own members and Yoongi laughed so hard he choked
  • his existence is pretty much art in itself
  • the thing he does when his members are doing something embarrassing and he just curls up and covers his face
  • “Min Suga. Genius. Those two words should be enough. *shrugs*”
  • “I want to reincarnate and be a rock in my next lifetime”
  • “I’m Father Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third”
  • “I’m good at doing ugly stuff”
  • “I was destined to be taller, but there were some errors in my development.”
  • “I’d like to introduce you to my lover…this neckpillow"
  • “I’ve always wanted to nap in a different country”
  • on his first birthday after he debuted, he spent his own money to make small gifts for his fans and hand-wrote over 300 notes for the fans that were going to come to see him on his birthday. he spent a long time because he wanted to make each note different. at the event, he got embarrassed because “it’s not much but I hope you all like it”. he learned that instead of 300, 350 came and he made 50 more to send to them. 
  • the next year, he made packages again but this time with transportation cards so the fans could use them when they came to see them. hand-written letters again, signed polaroids and ordered special envelopes. 
  • gave Jimin his credit card to charge the passes with, and when Jimin jokingly said he’s going to spend his money on snacks, Yoongi unhesitatingly said “Okay”
  • he did something again this year, but just didn’t vlog about it.
  • took pictures of Jungkook at his graduation like he was a proud parent 
  • the time when he and Hoseok lost a game and didn’t get dinner. Jimin brought them a crab from their table, and Yoongi let Hoseok have it. “Seeing my dongsaeng eat makes me feel full." 
  • Bangtan love him. They say Yoongi takes care of them well, especially his dongsaengs. He’s the one that silently takes care of them all.
  • The time Yoongi took Jimin out to eat sushi, and while Jimin was tying his shoes, Yoongi paid and told him they could go. "Of course, I’m the hyung." 
  • says his members are his closest friends. says Bighit is like a family
  • when Hoseok was celebrating New Years alone in the dorms, Yoongi left his family and showed up with chicken just so Hoseok wouldn’t have to spend new years by himself
  • Maschine mk2 review what a nerd
  • that time he tried to install a music editing software and ranted for 10 years on the fancafe because technology is problematic 
  • that one time Yoongi got really passionate about coffee and said he needed 309 people to help him "catch” coffee
  • does reviews and gives insight on all of BTS’s albums
  • the time he sang his heart out with Hoseok for “I was able to eat well” and sounded terrible 
  • the time they had a high note challenge and Yoongi sang so “high” that no noise came out
  • so extra. all the time.
  • “the director said it would only take 5 minutes. It’s been exactly 4 minutes and 58 seconds" 
  • that time he had to introduce himself and pulled confetti out of his pocket and threw it over himself 
  • but also unamused
  • he is a paradox
  • “I want to go baaaaaaaack”
  • easily put in his place by Jin, his hyung. But also ignores all of his jokes.
  • cannot dance for his life (literally flailing in DOPE) but is a really good dancer (FIRE ????)
  • he just works hard
  • unhesitatingly kicked Jimin in the balls when he started dancing over his legs while he was trying to sleep. didn’t even wake up.
  • that time Taehyung was really nervous on stage and kept stuttering and messing up his words. the members laughed and poked fun at him, but Yoongi shushed them and the audience and told Taehyung to breathe and relax and start again. This time Taehyung didn’t stutter
  • literally a deadass person at the awards show until Namjoon was up next to perform and Yoongi couldn’t stop being hyped and looking for him
  • makes fun of his members all the time but always makes sure they’re comfortable
  • witty but never crude
  • says he’s not always the best at expressing himself verbally, but wants everyone to know he is always thankful
  • kindest, bravest, strongest person to ever grace this earth. blesses the lives of everyone he touches

There are certain things I didn’t include in there, because they are a part of his mixtape and I think that speaks for itself. 

To Min Yoongi, thank you. 

anonymous asked:

bless you for your voltron headcanons they make my life so much happier, esp. the lance & keith ones

here’s some more buddy

  • in pidge’s words: “you two are a positive feedback loop of bad ideas”
    • both are (semi)reasonable people independently but something about the presence of the other just makes half their brain cells die off lol
    • all one of them has to do is say “i bet i can….” or “what are you scared” and suddenly common sense takes a fucking vacation
  • “lance we need to talk” “okay I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is keith started it”
  • they’re the cause of 68% of Shiro’s headaches
  • *the two of them have a Moment* keith: “so are you gonna remember this one or”
  • lance keeps a passive aggressive little bucket list of movies and shows keith has to watch when they get back to earth
    • pretends it’s to catch keith up with the times but really he’s just mad that keith doesn’t get his references
    • but also keith hasn’t seen lilo and stitch???? what the fucking fuck????? what the fu
  • keith likes to pretend he’s above lance’s shit but he’s actually equally as petty
  • keith: *makes joke* lance, throwing himself on hunk: “our little boy’s just. growing up so fast” "why are you like this”
  • lance can spot keith’s mullet literally anywhere. like, even in a huge crowd
  • *dinkleburg voice* “keith”
  • lance: *comes up with a plan and tries to explain it to keith* keith, literally two seconds later: “oh hey wait why don’t we do [insert lance’s plan but in slightly different terms here]”
    • lance: *looks into the camera like he’s on the office*
now we dream apart

soulmate au

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst 
word count: 3.291
warnings: none
author’s note: I know I know, another soulmate au, I’m trash. :’) this is just a small story I started working on this afternoon, to get me back on track so I can start working on my bigger projects again. nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

You don’t know when the dreams begin — but once they do, it feels like they’ve been there since you were born.

The first dream of him revolves around coffee beans. The heavy scent of the morning beverage tangles with the rich shade of chestnut hair and chocolate eyes, turning almost hazel under the glowing sunlight. You can remember a gaze, a nose and full lips turned upwards, but your mind is unable to piece it all together. The face as a whole is blurry in your mind, indistinct, frustratingly vague.

But the memory of those lips moving and pronouncing your name is remarkably sharp, and it almost fools you into believing it is not a dream, but a real memory — that the warmth accompanying his stare existed at some point in your life, that your body did feel the bedsheets tangling around your bare legs as you struggled to move closer to him. That the sound of his voice, rough and mellow, belongs to a living, breathing person and not a figment of your vivid imagination.

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For my dear @edierone, in response to her fantastic prompt: “The directions were unclear, but they’ve clearly missed a turn or something; they’re miles away from where they were supposed to be, and definitely going to miss the last flight out.”

Title: Parking

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Timeline: Season 7, post Rush

A/N: Mega-thanks to @piecesofscully for giving it the once over and correcting my mistakes. I swear to God, I will one day learn where commas go and when to capitalize or not capitalize things…


The busy expressway they had been barrelling down has slowly transitioned and narrowed into a one lane highway. Scully adjusts her speed, guiding the silver Taurus along a soft curve through the thick Virginia forest. Mulder is quiet in the passenger seat, an unopened bag of sunflower seeds sitting untouched in the cupholder as he gazes at the passing trees through the window. He jumps in surprise at the gentle touch of Scully’s hand sliding over his knee, the soft caress startling him out of his reverie.

“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a little bit, Scully.”

Scully smiles, her eyes jumping back and forth from his face to the bumpy country road. “I said I think I might have missed a turn or an exit some ways back. Can you check the map?”

Mulder nods his head and reaches for the glove box, digging through receipts and paperwork.

“You ok, Mulder? You’re awfully quiet. You haven’t said much since leaving the hospital.”

Mulder speaks as he unfolds the map. “Sorry, I uh, I guess I’ve just been lost in nostalgia. This case has me reminiscing about what it was like to be a teenager, the desire to always be older and faster, the excitement for new stages of life, the angst. I think you should turn around up here.”

Scully slows down and checks the surrounding traffic before swinging the car into a U-turn.

“Do you miss it?” she asks.

“What?” he asks as he studies the Virginia state map.

“Being a teenager.”

He looks up from his lap to ponder the question before responding. “No. Yes. No.” Heaving a sigh he looks at her and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“Hmm.” She pushes a lock of hair out of her eyes and adjusts grip on the steering wheel. “I miss the lack of responsibility, but I certainly don’t miss the tumultuousness of that time.”

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  • Usnavi: Good job, Sonny.
  • Sonny: Thanks, dad.
  • *silence*
  • Sonny: ...Why is everyone staring at me?
  • Vanessa: You just called Usnavi 'dad'.
  • Sonny: What? No, I didn't! I said 'Thanks, man'!
  • Usnavi: Do you...see me as a father-figure, Sonny?
  • Sonny: NO! If anything, I see you as a 'bother figure' cause you're always bothering me!
  • Benny: Hey! Show your father some respect!
  • Sonny: I DIDN'T CALL HIM 'DAD'!
  • Usnavi: No, Sonny, I take it as a compliment.
  • Carla: It's not a big deal! I call my girlfriend 'Mommy' sometimes.
  • Sonny: *points to Carla* Guys! Jump on that!
  • Daniela: Old news! You calling Usnavi 'daddy'-
  • Sonny: HEY! 'Daddy' is NOT on the table here!
  • Pete: You still called him 'dad'.
  • Sonny: NO, I DIDN'T!
  • Usnavi: Well, I believe you...
  • Sonny: Thank you!
  • Usnavi: ...Son...
  • *pause*
  • Usnavi: Do you want to talk about it later, over a...game of catch?
  • Sonny: ...I'd like that.

anonymous asked:



  • a well known lyricist & composer discovers davey’s writing (davey writes the most brilliant adaptions & original stuff for regional theatre) and begs him to work together on something she wants to get to broadway 
  • davey is confused bc did he just hear his name and broadway in the same sentence. 
  • by the time it’s ready they have producers & a team of creatives who the get sent the script to begin designing and casting 
  • davey assumes he’s pretty much done w involvement unless they need some rewrites but then a producer is like “yo the set designer wants to see u”
  • this is where davey meets jack kelly. this young guy about his age who shows up to their meeting in a cafe w paint stained jeans and graphite on his hands. they introduce themselves & chat a bit about the musical then jack brings out his tablet and shows davey his designs 
  • “is this how you imagined it?”
  • davey will never say so but he pretty much fell in love w jack kelly then and there because no one has ever asked him that question before when visualising anything he’s written 
  • it’s beautiful. the detail and thought jack has put in honestly makes davey want to cry
  • (sure enough weeks later he sees jack’s copy of the script which is meticulously annotated with highlighters & sticky notes all colour coded)
  • jack insists they exchange contact info and he texts davey whenever he’s stuck on visualising something or has too many options 
  • “shouldn’t you ask the director this?”
    “still want your opinion first” 
  • they fast become friends and by the time opening night off-broadway comes around they’re pretty much best friends and drunk jack at the after party won’t stop talking about how he wants to work with davey again bc everything davey writes is “just so beautiful guys are you listening”
  • off-broadway goes really well; the show has criticisms but fact is audiences LOVE it and it’s not too challenging for the producers to get a broadway theatre after that 
  • jack & davey have been working on other stuff and still catch up occasionally but the director brings them both back bc stuff needs to be changed for the broadway run 
  • jack is helping davey change some dialogue when he asks davey out. the convo literally goes like this:
    “we should go on a date sometime”
    “jack these characters are siblings”
    “no davey, i mean us”
    “oh… i’d like that”
  • and thus broadway’s power couple emerges 
  • they “announce” their relationship when jack posts a silly selfie on insta of him kissing davey’s cheek on opening night on broadway and adds some cheesy caption like “so glad this project brought me to you” 
  • broadway.com loves them

(this is so long but it’s literally not even all i have about this au so if you have any prompts/headcanon requests hmu bc I LOVE THIS AU OKAY)

Tonight (Young Hearts) [j.j]

Jughead x reader in which they admire each other in secrecy.


With a handful of courage, I don’t mean to impose (oh oh I feel it now)
And faintly I whisper a secret you know (oh oh I hear it now)

It had been a month since (Y/N) had moved to Riverdale. She had arrived halfway through September, almost October. Much like Veronica Lodge, she was a big city girl, but she hailed from the west coast. Los Angeles to be exact. There had been a lot of buzz surrounding her arrival and her appearance in the small town had not let anyone down. With (H/L), (H/C) hair and big, sparkling (E/C) eyes, (Y/N) (Y/L) was quite the attractive girl.  

She had befriended many people, including Cheryl Blossom (who had immediately taken her under her wing) and Betty Cooper, who had introduced her to her circle of friends. She tended to hang out more with Cheryl though, seeing as how the girl really needed someone after the death of her twin brother, Jason.

The few times she did decide to join Betty, she would feel like a mess. And it was all because of Jughead Jones III. He was the one friend of Betty’s that (Y/N) could never act normal around. She was always awkward around him, and always found herself stuttering and unable to speak to him. Lucky for her, no one had noticed her little problem, not even Veronica, who was a lot more observant than she let on.

She shared multiple classes with Jughead, including English and biology. A few weeks into school, she decided that she needed to get over herself. Jughead was just another (potential) friend. She just needed to speak to him. like a normal person.

Well I caught your love but I didn’t catch your name (oh yeah and I feel the same)
And I’m wondering why, is it wrong if it’s right

The root of her problem was her first day in English. She had arrived on time and had been forced to stand in front of the class and introduce herself. She remembered standing up straight and showing no fear, speaking confidently until her gaze got to the mysterious boy sitting in the corner who was watching her intently.

Jughead couldn’t really explain why he was observing the new girl with such intensity. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but Jughead felt himself getting lost in the sound of her voice. When the teacher told her to sit next to him, he panicked. When she had sat down and asked to borrow an extra pencil, he panicked even more. He had given her the pencil in his hand, losing his breath when she smiled at him after thanking him. ‘She has a beautiful smile’ was the only thing that was running through his mind as he rummaged through his backpack, pulling out his extra pencil.

(Y/N) had been left speechless. She had asked to borrow the boy’s pencil hoping to make a new friend but when he turned to her, she had lost all ability to speak. He was cute. Really, really cute. She had only managed to squeak out a ‘thanks’ and smiled at him before turning in her seat, face as red as a tomato.

They had stolen each others’ hearts and they didn’t even know each others’ names.

Cause I don’t wanna say goodnight, when we just started a fire
We’re burning bright by the hour (in the moment, can you show it)
Young hearts never want the night to end

The day that (Y/N) decided to stop acting weird around Jughead, she had accepted Betty’s offer to join them all at Pop’s after school. Stepping into the semi-crowded diner, (Y/N) quickly made her way over to the booth where Betty & Co. were sitting at. Squeezing herself into the booth, next to Archie, she gave everyone a blinding smile.

“ Hey guys!’ she exclaimed.

“So she speaks!” said Kevin. “And here I was thinking that you were yet another one of Cheryl’s brainless minions.”

(Y/N) chuckled. Whenever Kevin had tried to befriend her, Cheryl had always come along and pulled her away, never failing to make a snide comment about Kevin. It was frustrating.

“Hey (Y/N),” Veronica said.

“Sup,” Archie greeted.

“I’m so glad you could join us,” Betty added.

They all turned to Jughead, who was staring openmouthed at (Y/N).

“What? Do I have something on my face?” the (H/C) girl asked, blushing at his stare.

Jughead quickly shook his head. “No, uh, its just a surprise to see you here that’s all.”

That was the only awkwardness for the rest of the evening. The group of friends stayed at Pop’s until closing time, never running out of things to say as great friendships blossomed.

Chasing the clock, will I see you again? (oh oh we’ll see tonight)
If it’s perfect now, let’s be perfect again (oh oh I think it might)
I’m not used to this feeling, but you help me let go (oh yeah and you do the same)
And we both can’t deny, young hearts never die

As they left Pop’s that night, (Y/N) found herself walking alongside Jughead, with Betty & Kevin in front of them and Archie & Veronica trailing behind them.

“So (Y/N),” Jughead began, liking the way her name sounded coming from his mouth, “Will you be joining us more often now?”

The young girl smiled at Jughead. “Yeah. I think I actually will.”

And so she did. For the next few weeks, the girl joined them at Pop’s almost every single day. She and Archie had bonded over music, especially after he found out she could sing. With Kevin, she bonded over the fact that they liked to judge the people that they didn’t like together. She bonded with Veronica over the fact that they were both new, and that they both came from big cities. With Betty, she found a really great, caring friend.

But Jughead was different. They bonded over nearly everything. Taste in music. taste in movies. They spent a lot of time together and the others were beginning to notice. it didn’t take them long to pick up on the longing glances, the shy smiles exchanged. Archie and Kevin confronted Jughead about his feelings and Betty and Veronica did the same with (Y/N), resulting in both teens shaking their heads and vehemently stating that they were ‘just friends’.

Cause I don’t wanna say goodnight, when we just started a fire
We’re burning bright by the hour (in the moment, can you show it)
Young hearts never want the night to end
Tonight, if only words could describe
The feeling for the first time (I can feel that it’s real right now)
Young hearts never want the night to end

Eventually, the visits to Pop’s would end up with Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Kevin all making excuses to leave, effectively leaving Jughead and (Y/N) alone each night. They would never actually leave, and instead went outside to sit in Archie’s truck, spying on the two teenagers. When the two teens finally left the diner, they’d notice that Jughead would always walk (Y/N) home.

“They are so sweet its sickening,” Veronica stated as they watched Jughead give (Y/N) his flannel.

“It really is,” Kevin agreed. “They are so oblivious.”

“We have to do something about this,” Betty said.

“Well what do you propose?” questioned Archie.

Cause something tells me we
Are more than just silhouettes
It’s something that I won’t forget, forget, forget, forget, forget
And if I could stop the clock with you, I knew, I knew


The (H/C) girl stopped and turned around as she heard her name being called. Motioning for Cheryl to continue walking without her, the girl fixed her attention onto Betty.

“Pop’s? After school?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “That’s not even a question anymore. You know my answer will always be yes.”

“Great! See you then,” Betty replied as she walked off.

After school came along a lot faster than expected. (Y/N) walked into the diner, sliding into her now usual seat next to Jughead. She felt butterflies in her tummy as Jughead smiled softly at her before continuing his conversation with Archie.

“Alright guys,” Betty began. “Today, we are here because we have a serious problem to discuss.”

(Y/N) looked curiously at the blonde girl before looking at Veronica, who had a mischievous smirk upon her face.

“You see,” Veronica said, “The thing is that we’ve noticed something recently, and we just have to point it out.”

Archie got up and stood next to the table. Betty joined him.

“The thing is,” Kevin continued, “(Y/N), Jughead likes you.”

(Y/N) looked at Jughead in shock as he glared at his friends.

“And Jughead,” Archie said. “(Y/N) likes you.”

Jughead whipped his head to look at (Y/N) so fast she was surprised his neck didn’t just snap.

(Y/N) slid down in the booth as she felt her face heat up.

“Well,” Betty finally broke the silence. “We gotta go, so enjoy your date!”

Cause I don’t wanna say goodnight, when we just started a fire
We’re burning bright by the hour
Young hearts never want the night to end
Tonight, if only words could describe
The feeling for the first time (I can feel that it’s real right now)
Young hearts never want the night to end

“You like me?” Jughead asked as the rest of the gang left them alone. (Y/N) was to embarrassed to do anything but nod.

“Well that’s great,” Jughead said.

(Y/N) straightened. “What?”

“It means that I can finally ask you out without fear of rejection,” Jughead said nonchalantly.

“Rejection? Jughead why on earth would I reject you? You’re amazing,” the girl said.

Jughead couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face.

“Well you’re even more amazing than I am,” he said as he cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips to hers in a short, sweet kiss. “So I guess this is our first date.”

(Y/N) could only nod in response.

Chasing the clock, chasing the clock
Will I see you, see you again?
Chasing the clock, chasing the clock
Will I see you, see you again?

Once again, the gang hadn’t actually left the diner and were just lounging around in Archie’s truck.

“YES!” Betty and Veronica exclaimed as they saw Jughead kiss (Y/N). “We did it!”

And so the two teenagers finally ended up together, on their first date at their favorite place, wishing that their night would never come to an end.


So I lied, I’m sorry. “Time Water Pt.4″ isn’t up today but here, have this little story that I thought up while listening to Tonight (Young Hearts) by The Colourist. I hope you enjoy it, its not my best I’m sorry. I probably wont have Pt. 4 up until Friday night so please bear with me. Anyways, asks are open!


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Day 3: 30 Day Spider-Man Challenge

Favorite cartoon adaptation

Quite possibly the most recent one with Drake Bell as Spidey (Ultimate Spider-Man)

Why? Because they did this

Originally posted by mychemicaleto

And this 

Originally posted by ryuhayabusa34

Oh and also this

Originally posted by zerobaldo

And let’s not forget

Originally posted by venomade

(Miles was voiced by Donald Glover btw who’s a huge Spidey fan and who fans were petitioning to get him to be the new Spider-Man in the MCU…also he’s one of my celebrity crushes)

Plus, chibi Spidey is just too adorable

Originally posted by wesgibbinsed

Originally posted by iremihri

Originally posted by ryuhayabusa34

This show is honestly so great. The characters are pretty diverse. Dialogue is funny. Puns are on point. And, I just love how the story is told with occasional wall-breaking. I love this cartoon so much and I really need to catch up on the latest seasons

anonymous asked:

Hello, do you know of any good Rick x Stan fics that you could recommend?


And you’re gonna hafta put up with me gushing over how much I love these fics, in no particular order:

Basically everything by stanchezsloppyseconds is either super quality Stanchez or related to her broad array of Stanchez continuities. I cannot recommend a more detailed, content-heavy, quality treasure trove than Sloppy’s stuff.

Beav here specializes in the short story, and has a few of them here ..! Of her stories, Doing Dirt is one of my favourites!

My pally shitshow-mcgee here cranks out some quality shit, including a comic called Ahead In The Back! It’s almost done, we swear.

The ONE Stanchez fic that @laundromatters wrote just goddamn broke my heart. It’s called En Attendant and it’ll wreck you so, sooo goood. <3

Parental Ricknapping by spinetrick – I fucking love the sense of crisis and emotional depth between these two. Spinet really gets in there and shows how dysfunctional these guys are, and isn’t afraid to get gritty about it. 

The Stan Wrong Song by maxvsfuture catches you by surprise with its earnestness, I really liked this one.

August is the Cruellest Month by haybails so far has a promising start, but has yet to finish.  

If you need some straight up smut, look no further than Taking Prisoners by lieutenantruby. ;3

Also, thesnadger has some fascinating short fics too!

Kiss with a Fist is a highschool AU by bloodsweettooth and ahundredtimesrickandmortydotcom. A little dirty but cute as fuck.

The Jock and the Geniuses is a long one by nanianela. Oddly entertaining, interesting theories!

And last but not least, my own Stanchez fic Outfoxed that turned out much longer than I’d anticipated, but features Rick in hot pants and Stan with a moustache, and a butt.

That’s all I can think of off the top of my head, I may have missed one or two! Also, please be mindful of each fic’s warnings – if there’s stuff you’d rather not run into by accident, just review the warnings per fic so you can dodge that ahead of time. Enjoy!

The Meeting (Malec Fanfic)

Magnus Bane was early for his important meeting, and by early he meant five minutes early. This left him the perfect amount of time for a cup of coffee before the long, tedious warlock gathering he had to attend. Usually he enjoyed attending a warlock council but not today, he wasn’t in the mood. He hasn’t seen Alexander in almost three days as he was being buried alive in paperwork from the clave during the day and then his night patrols. Magnus himself had been hectically busy, just last night he had delivered twelve various viles and bottles of potions around the country, it seemed like everyone and their mother needed his help this week. Magnus poured his coffee into his favourite mug and took a sip, he concentrated on the thought that in about six hours or so he should be free and he fully intended on portalling outside the institute and holding a boom box up outside Alec’s office window if he didn’t see him soon. He smiled at the thought and then jumped slightly from his thoughts when his wards trembled and Alec himself rushed through the door.

“Alexander!” Magnus beamed in surprise as his gorgeous, lanky Shadowhunter crossed the kitchen to him.

“Good.” Alec nodded seriously “I thought you might have left already.”

Before Magnus could even respond Alec had enveloped him. The kiss was searing and Magnus couldn’t help the pitiful moan that left his throat. He was caught off guard, his hands didn’t know what to do with themselves for a split second; when his body caught up with his brain he wrapped his arms tightly around his love. Alec had one hand secured around the back of his neck holding their kiss together.

When tedious things like needing air got in their way Alec pulled back and released him into a more gentle grasp.

“I thought I was going to be too late to see you.” Alec said as he tried to catch his breath.

Magnus was conflicted, right now he wanted nothing more than to take Alec to bed and show him how much he’d missed him but he really should be leaving…

“Missed you…” Magnus said as common sense lost and his mouth sought out Alec’s jaw.

Alec groaned and rolled their hips together. “Missed you more.”

Magnus tried to say ‘impossible’ but Alec attached his lips once more, he sucked hard on Magnus’ bottom lip and Magnus picked him up and set him on the counter top.
Parting their mouthes once more Magnus pressed a hand to Alec’s chest and pushed him flat out onto the counter top. He felt Alec’s legs wrap around his ass, his combat boots pinning him closer.

‘Magnus.’ Alec all but whimpered and the warlock pushed his black tee shirt up toward his rib cage. He ran his tongue from his chest right down to Alec’s dark happy trail, dipping it into his navel on the way.
His hands roughly unbuckled the strong belt on Alec’s jeans and he popped the button, ripping the zip open too. Alec wiggled under him and he yanked the jeans and boxers down ever so slightly, stopping at the base of Alec’s cock.
Magnus took a second to admire this Adonis, Alec’s tight muscles were flexing as he heaved his breath in and out. His head was thrown back exposing his long neck and that perfect deflect rune that Magnus loved to trace with his tongue. He was so happy, so in love and lust with this shadowhunter of his.
Getting back to the job at hand Magnus kissed his way from the happy trail down to that beautiful V of his hips. He dragged his lips up and down, gently inhaling that classic 'Alexander scent’ he couldn’t put his finger on what it was but it was pure sex. No man or woman ever had this effect on Magnus. He was obsessed with that Alec scent.
He has just began to mouth the bass of Alec’s cock when the younger man began to half heartedly object.
“Wait. Magnus, ugh. Wait” Alec groaned

“Hmm?” Magnus asked as he ran his nose back up towards Alec’s belly button.

“By the angel, I can’t believe I’m bringing this up…” Alec began

“Then don’t” Magnus smirked before he pressed a quick kiss to Alec’s flat stomach, he then straightened up and looked him in the eye

“- BUT…” Alec continued as he ran his hands down Magnus’ broad shoulders “… don’t you have the council meeting this morning?”

Dammit. Alec was right, and Magnus was pissed.
“I’m only a few minutes late.” He tried to reason “five minutes more… I’ll say there was a fire message.” He leaned in and tried to capture Alec’s lips again

“Do you really think I’ll be finished with you in five minutes?” Alec said quietly against Magnus’ lips and Magnus has a hard time remembering how to breathe.

“What are you trying to do to me Alexander Lightwood?” Magnus moaned putting their foreheads together.

Alec laughed a little “I’m trying to get you to go to your meeting so you can come home to me as soon as possible.”

“Fine.” Magnus said dramatically as he let go of Alec and stepped away. “I’ll go.”

Alec rolled his eyes before he hopped down from the counter, he picked up Magnus’ discarded mug of coffee and took a sip. “Ugh. Cold.” He shuddered

“Why are you drinking black coffee, darling?” Magnus asked as he put his coat on. “You need to sleep.”

“How do you expect me to sleep now?” Alec asked, raising one perfect eyebrow

“Sleep.” Magnus said as he gave him a chaste kiss, goodbye.

Alec nodded and threw himself down onto the couch. Magnus meant in bed but he was still happy to see Alec relax, even if it was just on his couch.

Magnus waved his arms and opened himself a portal.

“Hurry back to me.” Alec’s muffled voice came from under a cushion. He already sounded half asleep and Magnus smiled. “Love you.” It tailed off.

“I love you, Alexander.” Magnus said gently before he stepped into the portal. He wasn’t even sure Alec was awake enough to hear him; he smiled.

Pilot episode (Spn)+mute reader

Dean was walking back to his car burdened with supplies. He puts the groceries in the trunk of the impala and pauses- he just heard something that sounded like a baby. Concerned as well as cautious the eldest Winchester follows the noise. In the tall grass Dean finds a baby that is less then a year old. The 19 year old Winchester spends over an hour trying to find the child’s parents with no prevail.

He checks if the young child is human and is slightly relieved that they are. “I don’t know what to do other then take you with me to the motel.” Dean says. John Winchester is very hesitant to allow an infant in the family. “Dad please… I looked for her parents for over an hour with no luck- she needs someone to look after her. Would it make you feel better if I told you that she’s human?” John reluctantly gives in.
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“Sammy don’t go.” A three almost four year old Y/N pleads. Sam looks at his little sister and sighs softly.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t belong here.” Sam answers tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N looks at Sam with tears in her eyes.

“Sammy.” She wails as he walks away. Dean kneels down in front of her and gently wipes away her tears.

“It’s okay Bedbug… you still got me.” He says gently scooping her up and allowing her to bury her face into the crook of his neck. The last word that Y/N ever said was Sammy- due to a terrible case of strep throat, the youngest Winchester was rendered forever mute.
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‘Where are we going?’ You sign from the passenger seat one day.

“We’re getting Sam.” Dean replies. He knows sign language but he prefers actually talking to you since your ears work just fine. “You wouldn’t remember him- you were three when he left.”

‘Does that mean I’m going to have to sit in the back- where you can’t really see what I’m signing?’

“We’ll figure something out bug.”

'Doubt Sam knows sign… so that makes you my translator- again.’

“You say it like that’s a bad thing.” It’s quiet in the cab of the impala for a bit. “Hey I was thinking-” Dean starts to say.

'That’s always dangerous.’

“Choosing to ignore that. How about we go stay the night at a hotel, since we’ve been on the road for so long.”

'Now I like that idea.’
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-Dean POV-
Once we get to the motel which isn’t that far from where Sam is, Y/N crashes on one of the two beds. Once I’m sure that she is asleep I leave the motel room to go find Sam. When I do find him, he is surprised to see me- and I’m surprised he has a girlfriend. While talking to Sam, I sign 'Dad is on a hunting trip’ just to see if Sam knows sign language. I am pretty certain that Sam just thought I did an elaborate hand gesture.

Sam is pretty adamant about not wanting to be pulled back into the family business. “You don’t have to come, but will you at least come say hello to Y/N?” I ask. Sam falters, he’s always had a bit of a soft spot for our little sister.

“Y/N is with you?” He asks. I nod in response. Sam’s girlfriend looks confused. “How old is she now? I mean the last time I saw her she was three.”

“Seven and a half, she’s going to be eight here pretty soon.”

“I pretty much missed our little sister growing up…” Sam would’ve stayed at school if it wasn’t for his girlfriend convincing him to go- just had be back before Monday. I drive back to the motel.

“Take the empty bed Sam.” I say.

“Where you going to sleep?” My younger brother asks.

“Y/N is used to sharing a bed with me.” I answer.
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-Sam POV-
The way how Dean said that makes me wonder how many times over the last four years did the two of them had to share a bed. I also have to wonder if my little sister is already hunting. I manage to fall into a bit of a fitful sleep. When I wake up I notice that Dean is already up. Y/N on the other hand is still asleep. “Morning Sammy.” Dean says.

“Morning. Pipsqueak still asleep over there?”

“Yeah… don’t try waking her up, she is a sass queen when tired.”

“Okay then… she isn’t hunting yet is she?”

“Oh hell no. She had to tag along because Pastor Jim was busy, Bobby was on a hunt with Rufus and well you know how dad is. Besides I’m pretty much the only one that understands what she is saying.”

“What do you mean?” I ask my brows knitting together.

“You’ll find out when Y/N wakes up.” Not sure what my brother was meaning, I drop the subject. Y/N wakes up about half an hour later. “Morning sleeping beauty.” Dean says with a smile. Y/N does this elaborate hand gesture similar to the one Dean did last night. Causing Dean to laugh.
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-Your POV-
“Morning sleeping beauty.” Dean says with a grin to you when you wake up.

'Oh go take your good mood and shove it somewhere.’ You sign in response. Dean laughs.

“Wow kiddo- isn’t it a bit early to be saying things like that.”

'Like that stops you. Who’s the moose?’

“Figured you wouldn’t remember him- but that wasn’t the wording I was expecting. That’s Sam.” You simply wave hello.

“I’m confused, why did Y/N just wave at me instead of saying hello?” Sam asks in response.

“Sam, Y/N did say hello. She lost the use of her vocal chords when she was three and a half.”


“A severe case of strep throat. It was so bad that it permanently damaged her vocal chords.” Sam sits down on the other bed holding his head in his hands.
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-Sam POV-
It feels like my heart just broke into three million pieces. First I find out that Y/N barely remembers me, then I find out that my sister became forever mute right after I left for school- on top of it all I don’t know sign language so I don’t understand what she is saying.

Y/N walks over to the bed I’m sitting on and sits down next to me. She signs something but to me it’s just hand gestures. “I don’t know sign…” I tell her. My seven year old sister’s slump, a look of dejection forms on her face. She turns to Dean and signs something towards him- he nods in response.

“Y/N asked if you are okay.” Dean says translating for her.

“It’s just a lot to process. I’ll be fine (Nickname).” I answer flashing her a small smile. Y/N smiles in return, she then signs something that I didn’t need Dean to translate for me, the only sign that I actually know. Y/N just signed I love you. I then pull my little sister into a gentle hug. “I love you too bug.”

“You understood that one?” Dean asks in surprise as I let Y/N out of the hug.

“That is the only sign I know.” I admit.
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-no one’s POV-
“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole.” Dean says to Sam.

'Unless you’re me.’ You text to Sam. Since you were sitting in the back and your brothers couldn’t really see you signing you went with the next best thing.

“I’m guessing that there are a few exceptions.” Sam says when reading the text.

“(Nickname) told on me?” Dean asks with a bit of amusement in his voice. Smiling to himself he turns on some music. You start signing along to it. The thing about signing to music is that it looks like choreography in its own way. Dean sees what you’re doing in the rearview mirror and smiles a little.
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By the end of the hunt Sam pops an unexpected question to Dean. “Can Y/N stay with me for a bit- to keep her out of hunting for a while longer.”

“That’s actually a good idea the only thing is you don’t know sign…” Dean trails off, glancing at your sleeping form before returning his eyes to the road.

“I don’t but Jess does.” Dean throws his brother a look.



'It’s going to be lonely without her.’ Dean thinks to himself. You are awake by the time Dean parks in the parking lot next to Sam’s dorm. “Hey Buggy, you don’t mind staying with Sam for awhile do you?” Dean asks.

You smile slightly before texting 'no offense to Pastor Jim or Bobby but I’d rather spend time with at least one of my brothers then with them.’ Dean laughs when he reads the message.
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-Sam POV-
Y/N takes my hand when the two of us get out of Dean’s car. I can’t help but smile at her- in which she smiles in reply. “Hey Jess I’m back… and well I brought someone I want you to meet.” I say when I enter my dorm. My girlfriend looks up from her homework and smiles at me, her eyes then fall on Y/N.

“Who’s this cutie?” Jess asks walking over to us.

“This is my little sister.” I reply. Y/N smiles at my girlfriend and signs something- no idea what she’s saying though. Jess smiles before she signs anything in reply I tell her that Y/N can hear just fine just can’t speak.

It takes my girlfriend a second to process this but she then chuckles to herself before replying. “Hello Y/N. I’m Jess.” My eight year old sister grins in response. Jess and Y/N talk for awhile up until Y/N is about to pass out.

“Okay kiddo, think you need to get some sleep.” I say when Y/N yawns for the twentieth time. Poor kid doesn’t get to sleep long- my dorm catches on fire. “Y/N, we need to get out of here.” I say shaking my sister awake. The look in her eyes is asking me what’s going on. I tell her I’ll explain later, I then tell her to get outside. Y/N does so, I don’t really know why I linger in the burning dorm.
I’m not really surprised Dean shows up and tells me to get my ass outside. I do just that. I look around for Y/N slightly worried. I then spot her sitting on the trunk of Dean’s car, wrapped in a blanket and holding a toy bear close to her chest.

“Dean, I thought you left.” I say to my brother.

“I did, but Bedbug left something of hers in the backseat of my car, so I was returning it. Guess it was a good idea that I did come back.” Dean replies. “What happened?”

“I’ll explain when we don’t have innocent ears listening in.” Dean nods understandingly.
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-no one POV-
Sam tells Dean everything that just happened. “That’s how dad described the fire.” Dean points out, referring to the fire that killed the boys mom. Sam nods in agreement.

“On the ceiling and everything.” Sam agrees. “What we going to do with Bug?”

“I don’t know, I mean she hasn’t seen either of us for a while. But she’s still innocent about the world. Think we should take her to Bobby’s.” Neither of the boys notice that you just woke up, and heard that they were going to take you back to Bobby’s. A tear slides down your cheek. It seems like you’re always being left behind. You spend more time with Bobby or Pastor Jim then your own family.

When the three of you get to a hotel Sam and Dean try to engage in conversation with you but you keep your hands in your pockets, basically saying I don’t want to talk to you. “Okay what’s going on.” Dean says calling you out on it.

'The fact you’re shipping me off to Bobby’s again!’ You angrily sign in reply.
'I spend more time with him or pastor Jim more then my own family. I haven’t seen you in over a month Dean, and do not get me started on Sam!’ Sam looks blankly at you trying to understand what you’re saying- he knows that you’re beyond angry.


'Don’t you fucking Bedbug me… you son of a jackass!’

“Y/N!” Dean scolds. You do a gesture even Sam knew. You then storm out of the hotel room, you head to the lobby and sit down in a chair. You pull your notebook out of your hoodie pocket as well as a pencil. Tears stream down your cheeks as you jot down your thoughts. You’re in that spot for at least an hour, Dean actually walked past you a few times not even noticing that you’re even there. Now the last time he walks by he sees you. “There you are. Christ (nickname), you gave me a heart attack when you just walked out of the room.” He says when he sees you. You give no form of response. “Y/N, what has gotten into you… you’ve never acted out like that before.”

'Go ahead and leave me at Bobby’s I’m used to being abandoned.’ You sign in reply, breaking your brother’s heart. 'I know when I’m not wanted.’ Dean kneels in front of you and gently lowers your hands and puts them in your lap, so you won’t interrupt him.

“Don’t say things like that. You know that I’ll always come back for you… I leave you with Bobby and Pastor Jim to keep you out of dad’s drunken wrath. Trust me- it breaks my heart every time I have to leave you behind… but I do it to keep you safe. If something happened to you or Sam, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”


“I promise.” Dean says crossing his heart. “Come on, let’s go before Sammy has a coronary.” A small smile forms on your face as you put your notebook and pencil back in your hoodie pocket. You then take your older brother’s hand and the two of you walk back to the hotel room.
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anonymous asked:

dude, i was just gonna send you an ask about that. i love, LOVE, that they had maggie defending her position with something like that because it makes total sense within their universe. and ugh, i've always wanted the comics maggie valid distrust of superheroes/vigilantes to show up on the show. it needs to come back.

yeah the thing about that was like… maggie was right??? there’s a time and a place that demands supergirl’s power but in certain matters she really isn’t needed because it gives way to the use of excessive force and enables the villains she’s trying to catch in the first place to get off on technicalities. there was so much logic behind her argument, and she was upset because her work is something she’s so passionate about and kara was actually hurting that. i’ve seen some criticism that she was out of line because saving the day is just what kara does but really… maggie wasn’t wrong. at all.

Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficition Chapter 10)

Hey everyone! Thanks for the love and support, this is sadly the final chapter of this story! Enjoy! 

Want to read from the beginning? Here you go!


The day has come for Lance will the procedure kill him or save him from the last of Prince Lotor’s influence?

Chapter 10: Well, Fucking Hell.

Everyone stared at Allura in stunned silence for a shocked minute before they all started yelling at once.

WHAT THE FUCK ALLURA?!” Keith shouted.

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!” Pidge shouted, outraged.

“NO WAY I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT!” Hunk shouted, panicked.

Princess, PLEASE explain!” Shiro begged.

The only one who didn’t say anything was Lance who was still absorbing Allura’s statement.

Allura raised a hand and everyone calmed their voices and became silent, Lance doing everything he could to focus on Allura’s words.

“When I say Lance needs to die, I mean he needs to be in a death-like state.” Allura said, sighing.

“Quintessence is life energy, Lance’s quintessence has been changed from his time on Lotor’s ship. Each quintessence has its own unique signature which can be tracked if one knows that specific signature. But since quintessence is unique this is very difficult to do unless you know that signature very well. So we need to strip Lance of his quintessence, much like the Galra do to planets. We’ll be getting rid of the majority of it. However taking life energy like that will kill him, which is why we’re not taking all of it… just most of it.” Allura stated.

“That’s where the danger comes in.” Coran said, “It is an extremely fine line between leaving a small amount of quintessence in Lance and outright killing him.” Coran said, face grim.

“Yes that’s the danger. After we take his quintessence it will be replaced by quintessence from the Blue lion.” Allura said, “In the battle with Zarkon, Voltron’s quintessence was stolen from its body. But you were quickly able to recover your energy despite this. That’s because while piloting your lions you share quintessence and when your lion needs quintessence you can use your own bodies to give it. It can also be done the other way. Your lions can provide you with quintessence when needed. So that’s what we’ll do.” Allura paused, “Of course we need to repair and allow the Blue lion to fully recover before doing this.”

Allura turned to Lance who had been silent through the whole discussion.

“Lance, this may not be our only option, it’s alright to say no. We can find another way.” Allura said sincerely.

Lance looked at her, blue eyes a little too wide for her liking before shaking his head.

“No, we’ll do it. After Blue has recovered. It’s the best way. And… I trust you. You guys definitely won’t kill me.” Lance said with a small smile.

“Alright.” Allura said. She wished she had as much faith in herself as Lance did in her.

She looked at the rest of the team, faces grim and pale but no one disagreed.

The team helped Lance into the healing pod and like Allura said he was only in there for half an hour. The work on Blue began right away once Lance was recovered. Lance did most of his own maintenance but Pidge and Hunk silently helped him since the damage was rather severe. He knew they didn’t like this plan, the look on their faces said so but neither of them disagreed. So they helped to make sure that Blue was in top shape so that everything went as smoothly as possible.

The Castle was never in one place for long. Now knowing how Lotor found Lance was good. Every day they were in another galaxy, wormholing in a haphazard way so that no one would be able to catch up. The strain it put on Allura was clearly showing but she rested more often to maintain her stamina, needing to be at her best for Lance.

Lance couldn’t really think of anything, just hearing Allura say those words made him numb.

Well first you’ll need to die.

His chest tightened at the thought. Lance had never feared dying when in a desperate situation, it was a quick thought or a moment of realization. But now he had time to think and his only thought was I don’t want to die. It made him wonder, what was dying like? Was it like falling asleep? Was it painful? But he kept reminding himself, he wasn’t going to actually die. He trusted Coran and Allura to keep him alive and save the team. But doubt was at the back of him mind, he supposed that that was part of being human.

He stayed up late as he normally did now. He wondered if he would go back to sleeping once this was all over. Would he return to normal? Lance wasn’t sure. He couldn’t stop the thoughts in his head. It was useless to just worry by himself in his room. So he made his way to the deck and turned on the hologram, projecting Earth in front of his eyes surrounded by stars. He had done this many times before but it felt a little different now. Maybe because it might be the last time he saw it.

He was so absorbed in staring at the hologram that he barely registered Keith sitting down next to him, staring at the projection of Earth also. They didn’t say anything at first.

“Do you miss Earth?” Keith asked quietly.

“Yes, I do.” Lance said.

There was a silence.

“Do you?” Lance asked.

“I’m not sure, I miss somethings but I don’t really have a desire to go back either.” Keith said, sounding a little ashamed.

Lance smiled.

“That’s okay, man. You like space better then Earth, I get it.” Lance said with a smile.

Keith looked at Lance, a bit surprised before staring at the projection again.

“What do you miss about Earth?” Keith asked.

Lance was quiet for a bit before he answered.

“I miss the beach, the sound of the waves, my family, the way the fresh air smells. I miss the rain… I miss a lot of things.” Lance said sadly.

“But there are also things that I’ve seen in space that I wouldn’t trade for the world. Trees so big that they almost touch the sky. Crystals of so many sizes, shapes and colors. Strange foods and stranger people. You guys, laughing, crying, arguing and… talking like this. The experiences that I’ve gotten here… I wouldn’t trade for anything.” Lance finished.

Keith nodded.

“Are you scared?” Keith asked quietly.

“I’m terrified.” Lance admitted without any hesitation.

He surprised himself a little. Although it had become a lot easier to talk to Keith these last couple of weeks so maybe it was natural to admit that to him.  

“It’s okay to be scared.” Keith said.

Those words, for some reason hit Lance like a ton of bricks. Lance finally turned his head from the hologram to look at Keith, Keith looking back. Lance bit his lip, eyes filling with tears. He simply nodded. Keith put a gentle hand on Lance’s back, hard and firm and warm. Lance took in a deep breath, he knew he could cry, that it was okay to but he didn’t want to.

“You can tell me anything, buddy. If you want to that is.” Keith said.

Lance took a minute to breathe slowly before the words came tumbling out of his mouth.

“I’m scared. I’m scared that I might die. But I still want to do this. I do, really. It’s the best option but I’m still scared. I trust Coran and Allura to take care of me.” Lance took a breath.

“But what happens when you die? Do you go somewhere? Does it hurt? Is it like falling asleep? What happens? The questions just keep going through my head and then I think of…. Earth and everyone I left behind. If I die up here, they’ll never know. They probably think I ran away or was captured or dead but they’ll never know the truth and that’s. That’s really cruel. But at the same time maybe it’s better that way, for them to not know. But I don’t know… these thoughts just keep swirling around in my head and I just can’t stop.” Lance finished.

Keith rubbed his hand over Lance’s back, trying to comfort him because tears really were falling down his face now.

“I can’t answer any of those questions, Lance. I’m sorry. But all I can say to you, which might not be that comforting, is that I and everyone here, we’re here for you. Everything will be okay. We’re going to do our best to make sure everything is okay.” Keith said quietly.

Lance smiled.

“That’s actually more comforting than you think.” He said wiping his tears away.

He and Keith sat there. Keith’s hand never leaving Lance’s back as they stared up at the hologram of Earth in silence. Just sitting and watching.

The day came sooner than they all thought. Allura announced that morning that she and Coran were ready to perform the operation. Keith watched Lance grow pale before setting his jaw and nodding with determination. Keith hated this.

Allura and Coran moved equipment from the healing room to Blue’s hangar which had been repaired since Lance destroyed it. The Blue lion sat in her normal position, Lance leaning his head against her leg in vigil. But the action seemed to relax him and although Keith didn’t know all the details he knew that Lance was ‘talking’ with Blue.

Allura and Coran finished their preparations the rest of the team gathering around in support. They all looked nervously at Lance, not wanting to pull him away, not wanting to do this at all. But Keith took a breath, heart pounding painfully in his chest before walking over to Lance and gently putting a hand on his shoulder. Lance barely moved.

“We should get started.” Keith said quietly, sadly. He hated this.

Lance stayed with his head on Blue’s leg before pulling away slowly. He nodded.

“Yeah. Let’s do this.” Lance said, straightening.

To Keith surprise he didn’t look afraid. He looked determined. Lance made his way to the examination table which was also brought down with the other equipment and laid on it. Coran and Allura put wires and other devices on him, readying him for the life energy to be ripped out of him. Lance stared at the ceiling.

Once they were ready Allura came close to Lance’s face. She hesitated before putting a gentle hand on his face, cradling it and talking to Lance in a low voice.

“You can still back out of this if you want to Lance.” She said gently.

Lance smiled and shook his head lightly.

“No, we’ll do this. I trust you.” He said firmly.

Allura swallowed and nodded, withdrawing from Lance before explaining to him and everyone else what was going to happen.

“Alright. This machine will drain the quintessence from Lance’s body.” She pointed at the machine hanging above Lance. It looked like a floating light suspended by nothing and casting a blue glow down on Lance.

“When I activate it it will slowly drain the quintessence from Lance’s body. Coran and I will monitor his vitals and the amount we are taking. Right before Lance is completely drained we’ll stop the process and the Blue lion will give Lance quintessence to replace what he has lost.” Allura stated.

Lance spoke up softly, “This… Is this going to hurt?” He asked softly.

Keith heart gave a painful thud against his chest. He hated this.

Allura looked at Lance shocked before her eyes got glossy, shaking her head.

“It’ll be like falling asleep.” She said back, grabbing Lance’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

Lance looked at her and nodded. He laid his head back.

“Are you ready?” Coran asked softly.

Lance nodded, “Yes.” He closed his eyes.

Allura and Coran backed away from the table, the blue light growing brighter, completely engulfing Lance. Lance had his eyes closed and his breath got slower and slower. Keith hated this.

Shiro didn’t realize how agonizing this would be to watch. The process was slow and with each minute Lance’s breathing and heart got slower and slower, softer and softer. Shiro was barely able to take it. Allura and Coran watched the screen in front of them intently. Allura’s hand floating just above the button to stop the whole process, Shiro mentally begging her to hit it now.

He could feel the tension in Hunk coming off of his body in waves, fingers wiggling in a nervous dance. His face was pale and he was biting his lip. Keith wasn’t much better, although he paced behind all of them unable to keep back the nervous energy. Pidge was pale and like Shiro her eyes never strayed from Lance, watching his breath and she grew paler, if that was possible.

Soon it was getting to the line, that thin line that would either save Lance or kill him. Hunk stayed to watch Lance while Shiro made his way over to the screen and saw the numbers. He nearly gagged. Lance’s heart rate was impossibly low, struggling at a good 20 beats per minute which was amazing considering that his heart hadn’t given up yet. His breaths were even slower at an amazing 5 breaths per minute. Shiro didn’t want to scare Allura and Coran knowing they were concentrating but those numbers terrified him.

“Please, stop he’s nearly dead!” Shiro said in shock behind him, prompting the others to join him at the screen.

“Oh my god.” Pidge said, covering her mouth.

Neither Coran nor Allura moved.

Coran spoke very softly, “Just a bit more.” He said.

They turned their attention to the screen that monitored the quintessence. Five percent. But that number didn’t matter because the screens went haywire. Lance’s heart had stopped for the second time.

Allura hit the button so fast that it was almost lightning speed. She ran to the table, everyone following behind. Before they could get there the Blue lion came to life, stepping in their way. Everyone stopped not wanting to get crushed by her giant claws.

The Blue lion gently rested the tip of her nose against Lance’s forehead and the two of them began to glow. The glowing got so bright that they had to shield their eyes from the intensity. Suddenly, as quickly as it began it stopped. They blinked away the bright spots in their vision and the Blue lion stepped back from her paladin. They ran to him.

Allura grabbed his face. Shiro had his shoulder, Pidge his hand, Hunk his other hand and Keith grabbed a knee. Coran was watching the monitors with great intensity. They looked down at their companion, fearing they had killed him until Lance’s eyes flew open and he sucked in a huge breath.

They all cried out in relief. He looked at them all, a little shocked and confused.

“Hey guys!” Lance said with glee.

The team didn’t hesitant to fling themselves at Lance, hugging him close. Lance couldn’t breathe but he didn’t complain. He was back, they were safe and everything was going to be fine.

Things returned to normal, or as normal as a team of space protectors can get really. Lance went on patrols. Lance felt better and looked better. Everyone noticed. He began to eat normally again and sleep too. He was happier and healthier and overall was getting back to the Lance they all knew and loved. He still had scars and some hallucinations but those things wouldn’t disappear overnight, although one thing did.

They were in the middle of training with their shields, one of the protection exercises and they were about to start. But everyone turned when they heard Lance’s shield clatter to the floor. They saw Lance looking at his hands, blinking, shaking his head before finally staring at them. Shiro and Keith were closest and closed the distance between themselves and Lance in two steps. Hunk and Pidge quickly following.

“Hey, Lance, are you alright?” Shiro asked, worried.

“Is he having a stroke?” Pidge said half-joking and half-concerned.

“Lance?” Keith asked.

Finally Lance looked at all of them with such happiness that it rolled off of his body in waves. He was so excited that it took him several tries to articulate what exactly he wanted to say.

“I- I can see! I CAN SEE!” Lance shouted.

They all took a second to look at him in pure shock before Hunk had Lance by the waist, lifting him off the floor and doing a spin. They all shouted with glee. As soon as Lance was released he was attacked by Pidge hurling into him, nearly knocking him over, hug tight and he gave her an even tighter one back. Shiro was next catching Lance in a full frontal hug, Lance feeling very small next to him. But the man gave really good hugs, to Lance’s surprise. Keith was last, after Shiro was done he went up to Lance but hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do. Lance laughed and pulled the mullet into a tight hug, Keith arms wrapping themselves behind his back. It was nice, a little awkward sure but nice. They backed away before he was assaulted with questions.

“Can you see see or like only a little?” Pidge asked.

“Yeah did this happen suddenly or has it been gradual?” Shiro asked.

“Anything else seem new or different?” Hunk asked.

Lance laughed.

“So far I can only see a little, it’s been gradual and not anything else besides sleeping and eating like normal!” Lance answered dutifully.

After he realized that his left eye was getting better, it gradually did. After a week or two he was able to see out of it like before and the world seemed new again. It wasn’t like he was blind before but only being to see out of one eyes really cut him off from part of the world. He went on and on about how beautiful everything was and the team was so happy for him that they never complained. Lance’s scars became better as well, although they were still there they became fainter and Lance felt more like himself then he had in a long time.

Sometime Later…

Lance’s face appeared in the screen of the recording. He sat down in front of the camera, with new scars and a big smile.

“Hey there!” He said waving to the camera.

“I found this recording device on Blue a while ago, although I didn’t know what it did until a little bit ago when I asked Allura.” Lance scratched the back of his neck.

“What I just said probably doesn’t make a lot of sense without some context.” He said mostly to himself.

“Well guys, let start off first with the fact that I didn’t run away from the Garrison. I was kind of recruited by an alien to help defend the universe.” He smiled.

“That didn’t make much sense either.” He admitted.

He thought for a moment, looking at a corner before looking at the camera again.

“Well I’m the Blue paladin of Voltron and I defend the universe from bad guys with some really cool people.” Lance said with a big proud smile.

The End.


Thanks so much for all the love and support I’ve gotten from you guys! This was my first fanficition and I am so happy that so many people enjoyed it! I want to say that I love you guys and all the great messages you’ve sent me! I hope you enjoyed the story but sadly this is wear this one ends! I do plan to continue writing so it you would like to read more please follow me so you’re up-to-date on what I’m doing! ALSO THIS STORY IN NOW ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN! 


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Their Amy; His Liebling

(Is this a sequel to FAWL? Maybe… It’s a loose sequel. Same timeline, but it’s a different story. It’s more about Mark getting to know the Egos *thus far.* We’ll see where it goes…)

It’s been a week since Mark has slept without the threat of a nightmare and even longer since he’s slept through the night. At first, he would call Amy just to hear her voice and know she was alright. After the fourth night, he didn’t dare wake her. She was having her own troubles sleeping, and what little sleep she got, he wouldn’t interrupt with his own problems.

Chica was a help for a while, nuzzling close when she heard him crying, but the nightmares worsened with each passing hour. And Mark was going mad.

So, he stops trying to sleep altogether. He wouldn’t let the videos suffer for it, and he remembers a few tricks from Amy about how to use makeup to hide the gray beneath his eyes. Ethan and Tyler notice the difference in his mood right away, and they go to Amy about it after he snaps at Ethan over a simple editing mistake.

Amy wants him to see the Host. “Please, Mark. He can help you sleep, and that’s what you really need. You’re going to get sick pushing yourself like this.” She rubs at the bags under his eyes with her thumbs gently. “Mark… for me?”

He leans into her touch and sighs. “Alright. I’ll go to see him. If it’ll satisfy you.”

Amy takes his arms and wraps them around her waist. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my Liebling,” he whispers, resting his chin on the top of her head.

The next day, Mark stands stiffly in front of the revolving door to Ego Inc. He just keeps staring up at the building and thinking of all that happened the last time he was here. For Amy, he tells himself and walks inside.

Wilford Warfstache, feet propped up on the front desk, sits playing with a gleaming, pink knife when he looks up to see Mark come in. He raises an eyebrow in an unspoken question, and Mark stops at the sight of him, the knife flashing light into his eyes. Warfstache kicks around his swiveling chair and hops up. “Well, if it’s everyone’s favorite Markiplier himself. What a delight to have you grace us with your presence once again.” Wilford glances behind Mark. “Where’s Amy?”

Mark shakes his head. “She’s not here, Warfstache. I’ve come alone… to see the Host.”

Wilford squints at Mark and pouts out his bottom lip. “But Amy hasn’t come by to see us ever since you two got back from your trip. Why is that?”

Mark shrugs, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, and feels his will to stay crumbling with each nanosecond. “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?”

“No need to be so rude,” Wilford teases and beckons Mark over. “Come on, then. I’ll take you to see the Host, but I warn you, he’s not been in the best of moods since Miss Amy has been gone.”

Great, Mark thinks to himself, one more reason for me to stick around, but he doesn’t leave. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to disappoint Amy or because of how his entire body and mind ache with the need to rest, but Mark follows Wilford to the elevator.

Dark drags Mark into the elevator, laughing and telling him all the ways he’s going to make Mark pay for just existing.

Mark falls against the wall of the elevator, gasping for air as the memory flashes through his mind in horrifying technicolor. Wilford takes a step back and watches Mark carefully. “You really do need to see the Host,” he mutters as Mark catches his breath.

“I-it’s been happening ever since…” Mark trails off, sliding down onto the floor and resting his head on one knee. “I just try to keep Amy from seeing.”

Wilford nods slowly and pauses before he offers Mark a hand. “Get up. We’re here.” He hauls Mark to his feet and ushers him into the library. Host’s dragon, Lewis Carrol, lights up—literally—when he sees them. “The dragon will show you to Host.”

“Dragon?” Mark asks, eyeing the little creature and wondering if this is some figment of his exhausted mind’s imagination. “Oh ok, sure.” Mark follows the little, glowing dragon through the stacks until he hears the telltale whispered narrations of the Host.

“The Host is fine. The Host is fine. The Host doesn’t need Miss Amy. The Host will be alright,” he whispers until he senses Mark’s presence in the library. “Mark approaches the Host with a healthy level of trepidation, and he is right to feel unwanted in the Host’s private space.”

Mark grits his teeth and kneels down beside the Host’s desk. “Please, Host, I really need your help.”

I was going through all my unfinished and rejected text files (there’s… quite a few). So, instead of leaving them to collect dust on my computer, I decided hey, why the hell not. Think of these as the roughest of rough doodles. Doodles that might be missing hands. Or are all drawn in side-profile. Most of these are NOT finished.

This one is actually finished!


Pale skin, scruffy clothes, blue eyes. Human. Your eyes catch and stumble, but he’s already lost in the busy throng of the market. There’s no reason for you to come to a complete stop, but you do, skimming the crowd.

Gone. A beefy rustblood nearly knocks into you into a cart with de-spined slimeslugs. “Walk much?” she sneers.

You bare your fangs on reflex. It’s merely the usual polite half-distracted scorn twaddle, because she moves on and you turn toward the cart.

“Wow, what was her problem huh?”

You start, look to your left and there he is. All elbows and knees, hair like a bird’s nest, sly smiling. There’s no way you’re not noticing that half translucent skin, the blue-not-blue running in clears streaks like fucking targets. With effort, you drag your eyes up to his face. He grins wider.

Smooth, Karkat, you groan inwardly.

“You don’t look from around here,” he says, winking.

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17-yo Yuzuru’s thought about figure skating and jumps

This is so precious as he also thought about Pyeongchang laready. Wow, I can never get enough of how deep a thinker Yuzu is. This is excerpt from an interview he did in January 2012 when he just turned 17 (from Aoi Hono 1)

“Quad era, I have thought about how far it’s going to. From Gachinski, there are many young skaters that can do quads, I wonder how high level would the quad era become by the time of Pyeongchang Olympics. Other than quad toe-loop, I think it’s really cool to see Brandon Mroz (USA) jump quad lutz in competition. In Japan, because Honda Takeshi succeeded jumping the lutz in practice, so I do feel like catching up with them. I also have pride as an athlete, so I do want to show things like “ I can jump this well”. But in competition… I don’t think we  need to jump that many types of quad at this point yet. Of course, if we can have a program with a quad lutz in the beginning, a quad toe in the second half, putting in 2 triple axels…, if we can do that, then we would get many points. But right now, is it necessary to have so many jumps? Though it is true that it is an era where having quad is normal, rather than doing many different types of quads, it’s mostly about toe-loop and salchow now. Actually, having just toe loop is fine if you jump properly, and the skating and the whole program is perfect. Because after all, jumps aren’t everything, that’s figure skating.”

Wow, how much I love this paragraph!!! I love how he has always tried to deliver a complete program as much as he can since young age and his mindset about figure skating. 

And wow, since he mentioned a powerful program in 2012 with “with a quad lutz in the beginning, a quad toe in the second half, putting in 2 triple axels”, he’s doing it for real next season I guess.

For anyone who wants to read it in Japanese: (and I really recommend buying the 2 autobiographies, it’s worth it, even if you’re learning Japanese I swear!!!)

So it is late and smack in the middle of the week but I just really need a moment to ああああ あ あ あ あ あ あ Natsume Yuujinchou Roku was such a satisfying watch! Here! Just take all my feels!!!  The OP and ED songs were spot on for mood, and when they hit the high notes I just …. *clutches chest*…. 

This season was an especially good watch for me because I wasn’t following many new shows, so I made time to re-watch Seasons 1 to 5 and catch up with the later chapters of the manga. That was a lot of old feels over the years I thought had mellowed out but no, no. In the words of Celine Dion it’s all coming back to me now.  So many things I want to speculate about the current season (Grandpa Natsume?!), the stuff I noticed only during the re-watch ( the kids have been stuck in Second Year for a LOT of seasons! Also Sasada has stopped stalking Natsume everywhere he goes!)  and the old things that I once thought about before (Natsume and that pink shirt he keeps wearing for the first two seasons! Did he accidentally wash all his shirts with the reds when he first moved in? Did he have no new clothes? Is that why?! ) So many feels, so little time!