i ship the hell out of those two

Have some Shiro and Keith to brighten your Thursday. I had to take a break from clean comic lines, animated proportions and halftone and this sort of happened? Whew - nice to go back to my style comfort zone!

So - I finally finished Voltron season 2 - can you tell? Yeah - pretty sure I ship the hell out of this now. Keith’s character development was so awesome. I just need these precious space babies to have a happy ending T_T. 

If you haven’t seen Voltron yet - you should! You may not think it’s something you would normally enjoy, but trust me it will grab you. It’s done by the same team that did Avatar and Korra. So if you liked those it will blow your mind.

Also I need to know - who the hell was that Galra in the Weblum??

Dear SPN/Destiel/Cockles Fandom.

I am so,so fucking sorry.

If you saw my post which was honestly meant to be a very, very harmless, fun post, about the fact I and many others, giggled at Jensen being silly when having a bit of drinks at a con. That it came out a lot more harmful then I EVER wanted. I already deleted the post but some bits of it may be still floating around out there because this is this internet. To those that have no idea what post I am talking about it was the  “#AlwaysGiveJensen”AppleJuice”aroundMisha2017Also #Jensens new hair cut is pure sin. Just FYI. “

That was it. I read each comment and on the reblogs. I am crying as I right this. I feel like I have honestly hurt the fandom that means the world to me. I am so so sorry to most of all, Jensen and Misha. I am so sorry that it came off as dis respectful and made it seem like I was glorifying drinking and “wanting” people to constantly be drunk. That is NOT what I wanted at all or even truly meant by that. Hell, I am fully against drinking, personally because of a family that has drinking problems along with other things. On top of that it broke my freakin heart that people would think I’m “fetishizing” this ship and the actors above anything else! That makes me sick to my stomach. I love the actors to death , all of them. SPN and the people/ characters have saved me from so much in my life. Hell even the ship Destiel has because whenever I would see fluffy edits/ art of those two, or cockles. I would think “ I hope I can have someone that looks at me like that one day, it’s so full of love and passion.”  The thing is, I wound NEVER go out of my way to shove it down peoples faces that I ship Destiel and Cockles, and even more so Cockles. I also am so sorry and I do respect the actors love lives and families, etc. I KNOW they are people and more then their characters. I am a huge fandom nerd, and I know there is always a right time and place for these things, along with ships and shipping.  

God, I feel like I honestly feel so upset right now that I let down the fandom and the people with it.  

Please, do not take your anger out on the Destiel/ Cockls/ SPN fandom because of this. If that post truly made you that upset. Please come to me and take it out on me. For it is my fault for this misunderstood post. 

I am truly, so, so, so,so sorry from the bottom of my heart and more. Please forgive me for what I did. 

I say this all with tears in my eyes and guilt deep in my heart. I am so sorry. I am so sorry to you all, for I have let down the fandom that means the world to me and the people in it. I am so sorry beyond words. 

To all the jikook shippers out there who haven’t read a touch of sin by pettey yet: please do! That thing is the best shit i’ve ever read. I mean, literally the best. Not only in jikook fandom, in generally. And i’m a veteran k-pop fan. And I’m not only talking about k-pop ships or fandoms. I’m telling you this fic is literally like a book. Hell, even those who are not jikook shippers: imagine whoever you want in Jimin and Jungkook’s place if it makes it easier for you. But read it! I’m a SAD SAPPY SUCKER that i’m not from some kind of fucking publishing company. Wish I were. I would contact this person and publish the hell out of this masterpiece. It’s such a waste, i’m fucking sad i can’t hold it in my own hands. It’s 102k words and I read it two times… IN A ROW! ME, who’s not even into long fics, i prefer fics with 10-30k words. All the atmospher of this story, the characters, the character developments, the plot, for fucks sake, the plot is so original and special! This whole story is not some cute romantic story, it’s so much more than that. It’s more about the story, the characters, their lives, their little, hidden secrets eating them alive from the inside. There is so much tension. Sexual too, of course, but not only that. Once you start reading it you just can not stop, it pulls you in and suddenly you are drawning in the feelings. And the historical references…

Okay, i’ll stop babbling now. xD

Here’s a link if anyone is interested. I’M BEGGING YOU TO READ IT, PLEASE!!! Give it a chance at least, just start reading it. Trust me you won’t be able to stop. (Hell, it’s not even a genre i like, i mean the horror stuff, i didn’t even want to open it first, i literally just ACCIDENTALLY opened it, and thought i would just scroll down a bit and that was it. That was the end of me. *.*)

a touch of sin by pettey :

Aaaaannnnd TO those of you who are good in making videos: pretty please, someone do a f*cking video to this fic!!! *____* We have so many things to use. Many scene to use with them around a beach, and even have jail-stuffs now, or Kookie has many scene with lighting, or blowing out flames, which is not actually in the fic but could be useful for the rite scenes. And you know what would be even more amazing? Making a video to this fic with Jeongseon Arirang. Have you ever heard it? Yeah, i know. Arirang, unofficial national anthem and all… But it has it. That atmospher and all, that feeling the fic gives you with shaman Jimin and all, oh my god, the chills. Please, someone do it, i’m begging you!!! *.*

i love how you can literally ship any of the nordics with each other like

SuFin: hell yeah they’re married and have a kid and a dog

DenNor: do i even have to explain this? DO I??

NorIce: is this brotherly love or something more

DenIce: you go girl they lived together imagine norway’s reaction to this though

FinNor: i bet they’re like besties and hey HEAVY METAL and coffee

NorSu: they lived together like how does this ship not have more sailors. adorable

FinIce: the babies omg deep down they’re so alike

SuIce: these two are so awkward but like super cute

DenFin: the heavy drinkers (don’t tell me nothing ever happens those nights they go out)

DenSu: cute tall gays (ps. Øresund bridge)

Taiyama week 2017  day 2. Favorite moments

YAY!! My favorite Taiyama moments? I feel like this topic could be repetitive, my lovely sister @confundida25​ had already talked about the great Taiyama monents in here and the only moments that I could add will be the two moments wich I already talked on my promp of day 1 of this Taiyama week. 

But for real, I don’t know if those are my favorite Taiyama moment. No, my favorite moments of the Taiyama is when Digimon lost its sence and ship Taiyama with out given a fuck about hetero standars. What do I mean? 







Like, all this art is official. Does this mean that this things happen? Maybe the poster no, I know that, but the rest? It looks like Tai and Matt past a lot of time together. Even on the group activity pictures:

Like do the chosen childre get together to bake to oftely, Do they have an anual bake contest? 

My salty intern shipper also love so much the “group” pictures that “aren’t” Taiyama but that could totally be taiyama. 

Yes, I love the Taiyama offical propaganda they know how to make romance

gizasousa  asked:

Hey, Sian. I'm so happy because of 7x12, but I've seen some people saying that Rick was irresponsable because he wanted to stay away a little longer and that he is OOC because he's not thinking about his kids. I can't believe people are acusing RICK, you know, that guy that is the selfless person ever of being selfish. People talk like Carl is still a 10 yo boy and Judith was left to kill walkers by herself. I don't recall people being this worried about the Kids when Rick was away with Aaron.

Hey! Sorry it took ages for me to get to this. You know, there are always people who think that no matter what Rick does, it will never be good enough. However, that’s not what’s going on here. From what I have seen, these people are just bitter that his time was spent with Michonne. So mainly those who ship him with Daryl and *shudders* Carl were bringing this up.

If he were out for two weeks with Daryl, no one would say anything about his children needing him to be home. Rick was not OOC for wanting a little bit of loving and quality time with Michonne. He knows what’s in store for them. Everything he does is for Judith and Carl, so people can miss me with that BS.

Bloody hell, let the man have candlelit dinners and make sweet love to his insanely hot wife! Richonne sexy times is a beautiful thing; we need it and so does Rick.

Thanks, lovely!

Kamarx/Corriander Support Conversation Fluff

After the inevitable takeover of the supports between Kamui and Marx/Corrin and Xander, I felt the need to write about the complexities of their relationship because I am in shipping hell. This fluff is based upon the their first, or C, support conversation in Fire Emblem Fates: Revelations. For those of you in the same boat, please enjoy! 

Part One (C Support): You are here

Part Two (B Support)

Part Three (A Support)

Part Four (S Support)

Her bare feet descended the steps of the treehouse with muted thuds, lowering herself gradually to avoid Jakob’s wrath. The Gods knew that if he found her out of bed she would be given a cup of her favorite tea for the hundredth time and tucked forcibly back into bed to rest. And she knew she needed proper rest to remain alert on the battlefield too, but on this night sleep would not come. No number of warm drinks or willing her eyes closed was working, so she decided to train: both to utilize her time wisely in preparation for the next battle and perhaps induce some degree of drowsiness with fatigue. Most of the army had already gone to bed, with the exception of the frequent night owls such as Saizo and Azama, to whom she waved as she passed on the way. Saizo grunted his acknowledgement and Azama simply smiled his cryptic smile and nodded.

Deciding swordplay to be the focal point of tonight’s training session, she made a beeline for the area designated to the veritable art that was its mastery. Memories of watching her big brother swing a wooden blade skillfully, poised and powerful, imbued the sudden curve of her lips with nostalgia. His strength, the imperturbable foundation of their little family, had filled her with a sense of security previously unknown in her first years at the fortress. Perhaps she had been isolated, but something about his inspiring dedication made her feel an unspoken camaraderie as she began to swing the little wand in her room in time with his sword. That maybe by doing so a single ounce of his formidable vigor could become hers, her feeble form one day as capable as his. At the time, she only knew him as the Crown Prince of Nohr who smiled amiably at her once when they were first introduced, as she remained prohibited from interacting with the royal siblings until she earned the privilege. That is, until King Garon was certain her loyalties were firmly tied to Nohr. It had never been news that she was not related to the rest of the family by blood, both due to Garon’s evident ostracization and the differences in her appearance. But like all young children, she yearned for company, no matter how distant their ties.

So one night, as she mimicked Xander’s practiced movements in the moonlight, she felt the fiercest desire to meet him. To learn why he swung his sword until he was ready to collapse in the dark of midnight. Or why his mouth was a thin line, his forehead creased with worry, and his umber eyes a reflection of her own when she looked in the mirror: lonely. Why with each passing year his youth seemed to vanish at an unprecedented rate. Until he was nothing at all like the quiet boy who greeted his guests with polite tranquility and an aura of mild decorum, shy and sweet.

And then she remembered when she was able to play with all of her siblings for the very first time on her tenth birthday. She had been so excited to meet them all, to have their voices and laughter break the gloomy silence. When she asked who would attend and Gunter told her that the Crown Prince would be present, she had danced about the room, startling the poor attendant. She remembered planning to give Xander the tightest hug she could manage, to show him she understood despite her lack of words to verbalize the feeling. She didn’t want him to feel alone anymore, not after so many years of keeping her company. But she was also nervous, worried that he would think her strange for wanting to hug him when he probably didn’t remember her. She had been biting her lip in anticipation at the center of the playroom when little Elise toddled inside with a gap-toothed smile, tackling her immediately as she was led by an indulgent Camilla, who followed suit with a gentle embrace. She grinned and returned their eager hugs, words of affectionate welcome spewing from their lips as she was rendered mute by the disappearance of some of the butterflies in her stomach. She could quickly distinguish between Elise’s reverent adoration as she babbled and reached for attention and Camilla’s doting, stroking her hair as she murmured unconditional words of devotion. Leo had remained stymied in the doorway, young and bashful, staring at the floor and twisting his foot into the carpet with a scowl. Sensing his silent anxiety, Corrin thanked her sisters before disentangling herself and pulling him into a spontaneous hug, telling him how delighted she was to meet her little brother. He had squirmed, muttering something about the absurdity of physical manifestations of sentiment before he returned the gesture with a covert smile. Distracted as she was, she didn’t notice Xander approaching behind him in the hall until she lifted her gaze from Leo’s shoulder to see the tender smile that curved his lips, as if already sensing the cheer that filled the once bland stone walls.

Leo, presumably having had his fill of physical contact for one day, though more likely to have wanted to give his older brother a moment with her as well, let her go and went to join his sisters playing bemusedly with the toys near the far wall as she stared at him in wonder. She hadn’t seen him for about half a year, as he was always on outings and so busy with his princely tasks as heir. He frequently traveled between the castle and the fortress depending on where it was in the nation his presence was required the most. At least, that’s how a surprised Gunter had explained it to her when she asked about his frequent disappearances. In those days his expression was not yet leaden with desolation and reticence; kindness and warmth softened his features near his family. It made him seem much less scary than she thought he would look in the muted glow of the surrounding candlelight. Noticing her hesitation he opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to reassure her, until she suddenly launched herself at him. She threw her arms around his waist, squeezing him as tightly as her little arms could manage. Shock made him stumble for a moment, rocking backwards on his heels before he righted himself. The others looked on curiously as she buried her face in his midsection and his customarily stiff posture eased, touched by the gesture. He crouched down and hugged her back just as tightly, earning a squeak and a tinkling giggle before he relieved the pressure. He assumed she was just seeking a presence to alleviate the sense of isolation, and as the final sibling to enter the room the relief had been most potent in her reaction to his entrance. So he leaned close to whisper in her ear, erasing any doubts about her status.

“Welcome to the family, little princess.”

Then he hoisted her up and onto his shoulders with a grin his siblings hadn’t seen in a decade. Her hands tangled in the unruly, flaxen curls that flowed like spiralling waterfalls behind his crown, the only object able to maintain some level of order on his head.

“We can’t have the birthday princess without her prince.” He said, glancing behind with a wink. His reward was a brilliant, toothy smile as she directed him onwards towards the rest of their siblings with endearing eagerness.

That entire day she refused to let go of his hand. She remembered being fascinated by the roughness of his palms, calloused by years of handling weapons and training without pause. Or how his hand completely enveloped hers, expansive and warm as if he were her very own hearth. Or the way he humored her, visibly delighted and amused by her adamance to keep him involved as she tugged him along. It was among her favorite memories of a time long past, largely because from that day forward, regardless of his considerable shortage of time, he would always come to her room after Gunter had seen to her bedtime to tell her stories until she pretended to fall asleep. Then when he would rise to leave, he would squeeze her hand and make his way to the training grounds. Biding her time to avoid being caught, she would tiptoe out of bed minutes later to press her face against the window and continue her ritual, watching him transform in a matter of minutes from the man he wanted to be to the man he had to be: the protector of his nation. Despite her powerlessness in the decade to come, she promised herself in those moments a single thing: if she ever did win the freedom to do as she pleased, she would do everything in her power to help relieve the burden he was forced to carry.

The sound of wood connecting with clothed sand shook Corrin out of her reminiscing, prompting a raised brow in the direction of the grounds. Who would be training this late at night? She was only present because of her inability to sleep. She paused, listening to the timing, the impact, and the grunts that accompanied each strike before her eyes widened in immediate recognition. Xander?

She crossed the hallway hesitantly before her suspicions were confirmed, a tall figure in his customary armor striking a dummy in the middle of the room. He was so absorbed in his task that she was unwilling to disturb him, and contented herself with watching from afar. It wasn’t long before his powerful swings and rhythmic thuds lulled her to sleep like they did when she was young, a veritable lullaby. Her eyelids drooped as the intoxicating feeling of security infused her limbs for the first time in a solid year since she fled the battlefield shared by Nohr and Hoshido on that fateful day. The day his expression had crumpled at her refusal before it hardened with undelayed acceptance at her treachery, recategorizing her as the enemy as he lanced her with a belligerent glare. Duty superceded all emotion. If he was obligated to strike her down for the good of his nation, he would not hesitate. Even if it felt as though he were tearing his own heart out.

A yawn surfaced and took over before she could stifle it, echoing in the sudden silence and making him freeze. He turned, his features pinched and stoic before they eased into an indulgent smile at the sight of her leaning against the wall, drowsy and rubbing at her eyes absently. Fond memories surfaced at the sight, his voice easing to a low, placid murmur.

“Well good evening to you too, little princess.”

She blinked at the sound of his voice, dropping her hands and staring wide-eyed at his calm countenance. “Good evening. Sorry for interrupting you, I just didn’t think you would be up so late. You should get some rest, it’s been a long day.”

“I appreciate your concern Corrin, but I must continue to improve if I am to protect our nation well. You stated that this invisible enemy is inconceivable in its strength and abilities of manipulation. I must prepare accordingly.” Fierce determination hardened his chestnut eyes, his mouth a stern line as he began to strike the dummy again.

She laughed, struck by the fact that his expression mirrored the one he wore as a young man, the same face that promised to protect them all until his dying breath. “Even after all these years, you’re still the same Xander.” She hummed.

He paused mid-swing, turning around to gaze at her carefully. For once his brows were furrowed with confusion instead of intense focus or worry. “Oh? How so?”

She grinned, retrieving the memories with ease. “Remember when I was little, and I’d get so lonely in the Northern Fortress? You’d always come stay with me until I got sleepy and then go train late into the night.”

His eyes widened as he looked at her in bewilderment. “You knew about that? But how?”

Corrin’s expression turned sheepish, and she rubbed her forearm absently as she explained, “I could see you from my window. After you left, I always watched you train for a bit. It’s a little embarrassing, but I’d even try to imitate how you swung your sword. I thought if I matched your movements, maybe one day I could be as strong as you.”

It was his turn to laugh, a disbelieving chuckle escaping his lips as he imagined her tiny form mimicking his. An unexpected warmth blossomed in his chest at the notion, touched by how easily she placed her faith in him. How, despite his wide array of flaws, she still admired him.

“I had no idea.” He admitted, a smile wider than any that had graced his lips in the time she was gone surfacing.

But as she remembered her time there, melancholy quickly infected her tone, her crimson eyes forlorn as she stared at the ground and bit her lip, “I was always afraid that if I told you about it, you might train elsewhere.” He was about to protest until she shook her head as if to disperse the sudden negative aspect of her memories, settling for hopeful instead. “You know…what with recent events, we haven’t had a chance to train together in a while. Um, if you’re not too busy, maybe we could practice sword swinging like old times…”

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” He answered fondly, thrilled that she still wanted to learn from him and spend time with him. The way her eyes shone like rubies and her face lit up made him relieved beyond words to have her by his side again, no longer divided as opponents. He doubted he ever felt more welcome in another’s presence.

Yet her earlier expression made him want to make a single thing explicitly clear. He walked over to where she stood and placed a hand under her chin, coaxing it up so that she could see the honesty and seriousness in his gaze. “But it can’t be like old times. This time, you and I shall train side by side. No more lonely Northern Fortress for you.” The words were a promise as he finished by lightly tapping the tip of her nose, and judging by her wonderstruck elation she was fully aware of that fact. If he could have anything in this twisted world of theirs, it would be that she never felt so alone ever again.

“Ha ha, great! I’ll grab my blade!” She said, her pale cheeks dusted by a light flush as she disappeared down the hall.

He shook his head as he watched her dash off before he could get in another word, amazed by her near infinite energy. But then, she was such a social creature it was unsurprising to see her so upbeat and radiant after starting her own army. She had finally been able to grow, make friends, and see the world on her own as she had always longed to. She was no longer the sheltered young woman she was forced to become. Now she stood taller, amiability and confidence radiating from every pore as she chatted with everyone and contributed to every facet of the war effort. Seeing her this way earlier had made the cold, dreadful fingers of fear seize his heart at the thought of her no longer needing or wanting the proximity of her Nohrian siblings, that she would prefer to foster her newly established, voluntary relationships instead. It was a large part of the reason he had gone to the tent to train, trying to clear his tumultuous thoughts regarding all he had seen that afternoon. The way Corrin had pulled Sakura into an eager hug and laughed merrily at her subsequent adorable squeak, her respectful salutes to Saizo and Kaze as they weaved in and out of the fort in obscurity, her careful consideration of Takumi’s feelings and her heartfelt assurances that she would never leave them again, her long and meaningful conversations about how the army should proceed with Scarlet and Ryoma, to her fawning over Subaki and Hana for acting like the endearing old married couple they had always been. She knew them. She loved them. So he had spent the entire night trying to erase the image of a Corrin no longer comfortable to be in his company after all he had done and said, judging by how she had avoided his efforts to speak with her all day. It was clear now that he was foolish to believe so. Her amiability and penchant for humanity knew no bounds, exhibiting endless empathy and unconditional positive regard was in her nature.

When she reemerged, insatiable in her excitement to begin, he could only hope that she would continue to believe in him. Just as he would start believing in her.

It's not incest if one of them is an alien!

Does anybody on here ship kalex? Because sometimes (all the time) I feel like I’m the only one. And if you don’t ship it and you say it’s incest, I will come back at you and say, it’s not incest if one of them is an alien.

The reason I ship it.
Well first off, Melissa and Chyler have good chemistry, really really good chemistry.
And second, I loved them both before Supergirl. I loved Melissa on Glee playing Marley. And I loved Chyler on Grey’s Anatomy playing Lexie. Like those were my favorite shows back then. And I loved those two characters. So when they put them on the same show my fangirl heart exploded. And i’m like, how the hell I’m I not supposed to ship them. I tried. But it’s really hard not to. Ok I think I’m done with my rant. Sorry, I had to get that out.

anonymous asked:

psst do you have any voltron fic recs? preferably longer ones? i just finished dirty laundry and i want to check out more but idk how to find more oops (also do you know if any fics where they return to earth bc i tried searching "returning home" etc but nothing comes up haha)

i just finished it too!! it was so good i cried when KEITH WAS TALKING ABOUT ROSA TOWARDS THE END

anyways i have read so many klance fics so this will be super easy, but also i don’t tend to read longer ones because i like to read ones that i can finish really quickly so i can move onto more!! but i’ll throw in any long ones if i find them in my history :)

anyways none of these are in particular order AND IM SORRY BUT I REALLY LIKE ANGST!! 

also give the fic writers some love if you read any of these and like them comment or kudo!! just show them you like it!!

All In by Cheshireree 

7k words

As far as Lance’s teenage heart was concerned, apparently everything started and ended with him cradled in Keith’s arms. Or something equally as embarrassing that Lance didn’t really want to think about.

or, 5 times Keith carries Lance and one time Lance carries Keith.

Fireflies by Redburn

5k words

Lance stopped to look at him, and Keith’s head shot up when he realized Lance was there. Keith fidgeted a bit, smiling slightly, and Lance couldn’t help but think ‘Beautiful.’


5 times they didn’t mean to kiss, and then 1 time they did.

we’ll make it, you and me by asexualrey


6k words 

“Keith, if we make it out of this alive, I’m going to kiss you.“ 

Lance isn’t fine, but neither is keith by SpaceDad_Dab

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Lance never really thought about the possibility of dying, why need to when you got magical alien healing pods to save you. Although he probably has due to being the paladin who has the most “Near-Death” experiences, and during the three years of being one of the “Defenders of the Universe”, Lance always manages to get himself gravely injured more than anyone else. Maybe it’s just because of Lance’s reckless behavior, or that Lance always no matter what or who he’s protecting will throw himself into danger and use himself as a human shield…This is the time Lance actually thinks about his own death.

Operation: Time Out by wittyy_name


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Just when things between Keith and Lance seemed to be getting better, they took a turn for the worse. With the right side of Voltron constantly butting heads worse than ever before, the team comes up with a plan to get those two to work it out: lock them in the training deck until they learn to play nice.

Coran’s suggestion? Add the invisible maze to the mix.

Homesick by DelphinusStars


4k words

Lance is sulking. He knows he is and he knows that everyone else on the ship is aware as well. The thing is he doesn’t want to admit it.


ok so this took approximately six hundred years to put together but i present, for your enjoyment, my star wars fic rec, including: stormpilot fic recs, hanluke fic recs, jedistormpilot fic recs and various gen fics/one shot pairings. i’ve been around fandom for a loooooong time so i’ve developed a habit of being picky with my fics so rest assured that everything included in this list comes with a big ol’ stamp of approval

this list will be added to/edited in the future as the fandom grows, so if ur fic isn’t on here don’t despair, and if any of you want to suggest fics to be added then go ahead, my ask box is always open! (UPDATED: 4TH APRIL, 2016)

stormpilot has the most fics in this rec but feel free to peruse the rest (the stormpilot recs are last, so scroll all the way dowwwwwn if u want those), and i hope u enjoy! (side note: i put stars next to the fics i REALLY love so those ones come with my super special recommendations)

[p.s there is no r*ylo in this because i do not support the ship at all lmao bye]

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At this point I don’t even care, if one ships Toph and Zuko romantically or not.

As a romantically involved couple they would rock as hell. They balance eachother out and their noble and family life problems and help eachother to look at different angles to work their mess out. 

As friends they help eachother and with their ruff/grumpy ways those two would get along an eternity. Iroh sees them both kinda as his children and they would be like a 3-head patchwork family. 

Just wanted to say, Toph and Zuko, in their own distant, stubborn and feisty way, are an awesome match.

I restored the proton shield around Vendra, and then restored gravity.

But then Vendra’s brother showed up and started fucking everything up. In the end, those dirtbags escaped, and our ship (whatever it was called) blew up.

Cronk and Zephyr got killed in the explosion, but the window exploding managed to save Ratchet and Clank by sucking them out.

I hate when games start off sad and terrible. Only got to see them for a little, but I liked those two bots. They seemed good friends with Ratchet. There will likely be hell to pay later.

anonymous asked:

Zarc x Reiji x Yuya

coming right out of the gate with that i see lol

8 = I REALLY like this ship but it wouldn’t work out in canon.

honestly this one of those ‘i would read/write the hell out of an AU of this’ ships, but it wouldn’t ever be an endgame thing.  I can see several possibilities for this one and most of them are kinda messed up and unhealthy lol.  The healthy version is Zarc coming back as himself, with his original desperate to please puppy-dog personality who gets really excited by dueling and ends up connecting with Yuya over their shared love of entertainment and their dragons, and then Zarc gets excited by dueling Reiji and Reiji is like ‘oh fuck there’s two of these illegally adorable puppies now’ and they just kinda end up falling into a pile of friendship/sometimes kissing.

the unhealthy versions would involved Zarc attempting to monopolize one or both of them, getting real possessive of Yuya and trying to get himself in between him and Reiji, or trying to make Yuya jealous/punish Yuya for being so resistant to Zarc’s will by seducing Reiji and stealing him away.

Fuchsia Sails

Notes: Request from m-lim10.  Luffy, Ace, and Sabo raise hell when they finally meet.  (Alt. title: Where the Hell Are the Straightjackets?)

Ace groaned as his Den Den Mushi rang for the fifth time that minute.  The repeated badabadabadabada had long since passed the point of being a minor nuisance and Ace was considering throwing the thing into the back of Striker.

But he couldn’t do that, because then Marco would lecture him, and Ace hated it when Marco did that.  The older man got all overprotective, and obnoxious, and caring, and stupid—

Ace pinched the bridge of his nose.  Make up your damn mind, you idiot.

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On a Fluke

Remember how I mentioned that Argo!AU (by the glorious guy @cinensis) Badd didn’t have to worry about being alone for long? Weeeelllllll… (or should I say ‘whale’…)

Cut for length, not for content. Enjoy!

The swell hit the boat a bit harder than Badd would have liked, and he glanced to the east. Far off, he could see a line of gray clouds like brushstrokes against the already white sky. “Looks like that storm’s coming in. How much longer are ya going to be, Genos?”

“Another six minutes before ascent. I have to stabilize these samples.”

“Can ya cut that time at all?”

“No. But Saitama is saying that we have at least an hour before that storm gets here to the degree that it would impact us.”

“Ya understand that the opinion of your boyfish doesn’t comfort me all that much, right?”

“Sensei is quite attuned to fluctuations in the water, even at this depth.” Genos sounded a bit short. Defensive. Even over the line. “Repeat. Six minutes before ascent.”

Those last few words were covered by a layer of white noise, and Badd took his earpiece off to check the signal. It was shaky. He walked out on the deck, hoping he could get better reception. The wind was picking up, the vessel pitching just slightly under his feet. “Don’t know if we have that much time. Might have to scrap the scuzz and wait ‘til next time.”

“That is an unacceptable waste of project funds, Badd. I cannot -”

As Genos spoke, another unexpected gust smacked Badd in the face. He hadn’t seen it coming, so he was too slow to stop his headset from slipping off completely and scattering across the deck. “Shit!” Stumbling after it, Badd slipped on the fine layer of water that had started to form from the combination of the waves and rain that was beginning to trickle down, landing painfully on his thigh. That was going to leave a bruise. Or two. He recovered just in time to watch the very expensive, important piece of equipment go over the side and into the water below.

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Gintama anime ep 312/manga chaps 533 - 536

Dear Gintama gods and Sorachi-sama,

Please excuse me while I take a minute to catch my breath after feasting upon yet another stellar action-packed episode! I can’t believe Team BN actually covered FOUR of your chapters this time around, and yet nothing was left out and nothing felt rushed. How do they do it? What kind of magical powers have they been blessed with by the Ginta gods? They have been hitting it out of the park ever since the start of this arc. Not that they were turning in shoddy work during the Shogun Assassination arc episodes, but it feels like they’ve upped their game even further for this arc and I’m so grateful we Ginta-fans get to reap the benefits.

There was so much to love about this episode that it was difficult for me to even decide on a favorite moment. I mean, I had completely forgotten about Elizabeth’s drill mouth to Mountain freaking Zaki! I have always had a soft spot for Yamazaki so seeing him in his pre-Shinsengumi days was just a gift. I love that you turned a simple sight gag from the soul-switching arc into an actual element of his character’s backstory. That is just too delightful for words. And I could not decide what was sillier: Yamazaki lecturing a crow on the finer points of being a spy or Oboro scolding the same crow for not being a better spy. It’s a crow, not a man in a crow’s disguise (unlike a certain gargantuan duck we know), what were they expecting? So silly.

Pretty much everything that took place at the bottom, on the side or at the top of the cliff was golden for me. The exchanges between Gintoki and Hijikata, Kagura and Okita had me guffawing like some uncouth simpleton. I loved the gradient of emotions you created as we proceeded up the cliff since I went from laughing at the Yorozuya versus Shinsengumi antics at the bottom to almost tearing up at Okita’s heartfelt speech to Hijikata at the top.  I will never tire of exploring the fascinating dynamic between Okita and Hijikata, but it’s moments like that that make it difficult for a silly fangirl like me not to just ship the hell out of them. The same goes for the touching friendship that has formed between Zura and Kondou.  I actually chose the two scenes above because I love how they exemplify how far each of these characters have come since the olden days. When Kondou and the other boys joined up with the Roushigumi so that they could keep the streets of Edo safe from the likes of the terrorist Jouishishi, I’m sure they never thought that one day they would not only be fighting alongside those terrorists, but that their two leaders would be putting their lives on the line to protect each other. Gintoki and Hijikata protecting each other was moving enough, but at least Gintoki isn’t an active member of the Joui anymore, whereas Zura is the actual LEADER of the rebels. That they are able to all come together like this is still nothing short of amazing to me. I will never stop marveling at them no matter how many times I see them teamed up. Although I do find it funny that Kondou obviously never recovered from that brief bout of amnesia he and Zura experienced during the goukon for Kyuubei, where they actually did share a few drinks already.

If there is one tiny troubling spot for me, which gave me pause even while I was reading the chapters, it is Tae-chan’s passive role in all that is going on. I mentioned in my last letter that I was going to address it eventually, so I hope you don’t mind that I take this opportunity to bring it up. I wish that Tae-chan could have joined in with the fight, because how awesome would it have been if she were to burst upon the scene and appear as one of Kondou’s rescuers. I can only imagine the expression on Kondou’s face and how overwhelmed and moved he would have been. I know Tae-chan’s not a hardcore fighter like Kagura or the boys, but I thought she could at least fight and hold her own to a certain degree since she does possess some monster strength and has been prone to frequent outbursts of violence. I hope you don’t mind me saying I was a little disappointed that she was relegated to the role of…well, damsel-in-waiting (if that term even exists). If memory serves, I know she does help out in a different way later on, but I would have loved to see her kick some crow ass since I believe she is capable of it. I do not mean this as a complaint, but simply as a troubled observation, that’s all. I know it may have been a logistics issue that prevented you from allowing her to take a more active role…there are a lot of moving parts to keep track of after all. But it was just something that stood out to me when I read the chapters so I had to point it out. Please forgive my impertinence for doing so. Despite that, everything you do is still perfection to me.

Yours truly,

A silly fangirl with yaoi dreams


Favorite GinHiji moment (even though the resolution isn’t great and there’s not quite the manga equivalent, this is still my winner because they were talking about Gin-chan’s c**k AND we got some OkiKagu cuteness on the side as well! Plus, that bloody look on Yamazaki’s face is priceless! So it’s like a bonus on top of a bonus on top of yet another bonus!)

Something that annoys me greatly, and I am NOT looking for a shipping war to start, but is when someone tells me I can’t ship McKirk while also shipping Spones ‘as much as I claim to’. Let me tell you I will ship Spones, with Jim being such a supportive friend to both of them and just thrilled to see the two people he cares about so much be happy together. I will ship McKirk and have Spock ever curious about some of the idiot things they do together and less surprised that they still drag him along to so much. I will, even though its not mentioned, ship Spirk even with Bones being over the moon because he loves those two idiots no matter what and quickly finds that the would never dream about leaving him behind because of it. HELL I will certainly ship the hell out of McSpirk because I love all three characters and I feel they are all so important in each others lives. I will certainly NOT listen to what others tell me to ship so have a great day. 

This isn’t mentioning my other less common Bones ships which I will also ship because lets have love all around.