i wish i had made this

new witch tips i wish i had

tumblr is a huge place and it can be overwhelming! i totally get it, so here are some tips i wish i had when i made a blog 2 years ago.

don’t be afraid to post! don’t be self conscious about your craft at all! we can all do different things and that’s totally fine!! post about what you learn and what spells you make!

there are amazing spells on tumblr, and amazing tips. don’t worry about being wrong if you post something, just be open to learn and accept mistakes or differences.

you don’t have to label yourself right away, you can change your label 300 times before you are sure what you want to/are best at in your practice!

being a witch doesn’t invalidate your gender, boy witches, non binary witches, girl witches, are all witches! also you are not a “stereotype” for being lgbt and a witch - don’t listen to people’s judgements, especially homophobic ones.

being neurodivergent or disabled doesn’t mean your craft is any less valid. spells help many people feel more control and have less anxiety. sometimes it helps people do daily tasks like remembering daily care or getting into a schedule. whatever helps you!

keep doing what you want and what makes you happy!

Creepypasta #1285: The Eastville High Incident

Length: Medium

I first noticed him in second period.

He sat towards the back of the class. He often wore dark clothing while also sporting a longer hairstyle (sometimes greasy). Not frequently did I see him interact with others or even participate in class. When prompted to speak, he’d say no more than five or six words and then not talk again for a fortnight. I’d soon learn his name was Carl Redding.

Once I saw him that first day in Mr. Fredrick’s class, I saw him everywhere. Always alone, never with a companion. Heading to the bathroom. Eating lunch behind the bins. Even hunched over in the corner of a hallway, whispering to himself. It seemed as though he managed to escape ridicule from anyone, however. He wasn’t even noticed.

That was, until, the rumor started.

According to the tens of people that relayed this story to me, it happened the morning of April 17th. Chad Brooks walked into the guy’s restroom to take a piss and got more than he bargained for. To save you the details, Chad said he heard Carl jacking off to gay porn.

Now, most people would probably just keep this to themselves or possibly tell a few close friends. Chad isn’t most people though. The star of the basketball team had more than “a few close friends” and decided to broadcast his tale to a plethora of groupies. By the afternoon of April 17th, the majority of Eastville High School knew about Carl’s supposed “moment” in the restroom. To make the drama even better, Carl didn’t show up to his last classes. However, the rumor had one major flaw.

Carl didn’t show up to his last classes because he hadn’t shown up to any of his classes.

He was absent on April 17th.

Of course, no one really realized or cared about this except for me and a few others. As stated before, Carl never really gathered much attention. When he came back, the whispers and laughter were unbearable even for me. To this day I can’t imagine what he had felt.

Mr. Fredrick and other teachers tried to stop the hate but to no avail. Mr. Fredrick was the only one who made anything close to a difference, since young girls were influenced by his college-aged hotness.

I wish I had said or done something to help Carl, but at the time I felt like it wasn’t my place.

April 21st was when it happened.

Mr. Fredrick was reviewing the Pythagorean theorem when the announcements came on. 

“Attention all students and staff. We will now undergo a lockdown. Teachers, please take the necessary procedures." 

Our large class of 30 all scrambled out of sight of any windows. Mr. Fredrick quickly locked the door and turned off the lights. We frantically whispered theories about what was going on until everyone was suddenly hushed by a kid named Reggie.

"Where’s Carl?”

Everyone looked around but we all knew the answer. Something bad was going on. The whispers continued, now mostly about Carl.

Until Mr. Fredrick turned the lights back on.

We were confused and started whisper-yelling at him to turn them off. He continued to stand by the light switch with a blank expression. A girl finally yelled at him, asking him why he would turn the lights back on before the lockdown was cleared.

“So I can see your faces when I do this.”

At that moment I am sure my heart stopped. He walked over to his desk, pulled open the first drawer, and within seconds a handgun was aimed towards our large, huddled group of students.

“Do you know how easy it is to call in a bomb threat? I knew the school would be forced into lockdown. And what better circumstance for a mass shooting is there than a locked room with a bunch of unarmed chil-”

A bullet to his temple sends Mr. Fredrick to the ground.

Carl emerges from the corner, dropping his own weapon on the scuffed floors.

The events of April 21st were broadcast everywhere. It was found though investigation that Lee Fredrick had journaled his plans for a mass murder-suicide from the beginning of the school year. He called in a bomb threat inside of his car during his free period. A week earlier he had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and psychosis. Carl Redding earned the title of a hero by news stations all over the country.

One piece of information, though, was never found.

Why did Carl come to school with a gun?

Credits to: eamgl (story)

Long Live - Chapter 15

We’re back on track with one more chapter to go! Wow, this has gone by quickly. Thank you to @mylasagnaisraw and @gaysonofjafar for betaing this chapter and thank you everyone who reads and comments.

Pairing: Prinxiety, Logicality 

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The day of the coronation finally rolled around. Virgil sat on the window seat, wrapped up in a blanket and staring out at the gardens as they slowly brightened with the rising sun. He sighed and rested his head against the window, the glass feeling cold and soothing against his forehead, as if it could seep through his skin and calm his whirring thoughts too.

The castle was deadly silent, the kind of silence you could almost hear. It was devoid of the sounds that came with normal life, the chatter of people as they walked outside or through the wall from the corridor on the other side, faint but all too clear at the same time. But now it was silent, most people still blissfully asleep.

In a few hours Virgil would be coronated, dragged kicking and screaming into a life he refused to accept without Roman by his side. But here he was, with Roman nowhere to be found. He was doing it alone.

Well, if you didn’t count Patton and Logan.

Who, as coincidence would have it, were also awake. They were holed up in Logan’s room as Patton whispered into a phone and Logan typed away on a laptop.

“No, he’ll love it. No, she knows too.” Patton whispered, careful not to wake anyone up. Being confronted and asked what they were doing wouldn’t go down well. The clicks of Logan’s keyboard faded into background noise as Patton paused, listening to what the other person was saying before smiling and nodding to himself. “No, Virgil doesn’t know…Yes, I’m sure. This is going to be great!” Another short pause. “Okay. Just follow the instructions Logan’s sending you. He knows what to do, he always does.”

Logan didn’t look up from the laptop. Patton hung up soon after, immediately making his way over the where Logan sat, perching on the side of the armchair. “You done, Lo?” he asked, placing a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“I think so. Everything she organized is in place. It’s up to him now, it’s out of our hands,” Logan replied, shutting the lid of the laptop and raising his hand to gently rest it on top of Patton’s.

“Don’t worry. He’ll turn up, I’m sure of it.”

Logan sighed, letting the tiredness he felt slip through his stoic persona as he let his head fall back against the chair. “For once, I hope you’re right. I really do.”

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Virgil was pulled from a light sleep by the sound of the door opening. He scrambled to wake up under the fog that hung heavy over his consciousness and look as if he hadn’t been sleeping on the window seat. His eyes felt heavy and his mind sluggish and slow, as if everything was happening in slow motion.

His mother slipped into the room, looking sheepish and on-edge. She wrung her hands together as she stood there, looking about as tired as Virgil felt.

Virgil scowled at the sight of his mother, dropping the blanket and letting it silently pool at his feet. She would get no sympathy from him, no matter how tired she looked. Her silence at the meeting was still fresh to him, it still hurt in ways she couldn’t imagine. Of course she wouldn’t be able to imagine it. She’d stepped down, no one had stopped her from being with who she chose. Yet she felt compelled to stop him from having the same choice. And that was the thing Virgil couldn’t understand.

“Virgil, honey, we need to talk,” she stated.

“I don’t think I want to talk to you right now,” Virgil mumbled, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“Okay then, you don’t need to talk, just listen,” she replied, stepping towards him. “I never should have let Roman be taken away. I should have stuck up for you, told your grandmother that what she was doing was wrong. I know that now and I’m so, so sorry.”

“What use is sorry? Roman’s gone and that can’t be fixed. Why couldn’t you have said all of this then, mom? When something could’ve actually been done!”

“I tried, honestly I did, but it’s hard.”

“What do you mean it’s hard? All you had to do was tell her to stop!”

“It’s not that easy, Virgil!”

“Why not? What could make it so hard?”

“She could take you away!”

Virgil stared, open-mouthed and silent. “What do you mean?”

Angeline sighed, swiping at her eyes to destroy any evidence of the tears that desperately wished to fall. “You grandmother doesn’t need to keep me here. She does it out of courtesy for you. We hadn’t talked in years until the day she made the announcement, it was always one of her assistants. If I get in the way, she can force me to pack my bags at a moment’s notice.”

“You two always seemed so…close though.”

“That’s just politeness. She used to love me, I’m sure she still does deep down. She just doesn’t love my choice to abdicate. Since before his death she’s seen it as a waste, she never liked him. We went to her, same as you and Roman did, and got the same answer, that together we’d bring this country to ruin.”

“No,” Virgil cut in, “she hated us ‘cause we’re gay, it’s nothing to do with the country.”

Angeline shook her head. “That’s what she said but I know her, it’s not true. She thinks the only way to keep the kingdom going is to marry into another royal family. If you picked Thomas, for example, I know she wouldn’t have acted the same way.”

“Does this mean you’re on my side?” Virgil asked.

“Honey, I’ve always been on your side, and I always will be,” she smiled, silently offering a hug with open arms.

Virgil sobbed as he rushed forward, accepting the hug. Angeline stayed with him, gently comforting, until his sobs had turned into no more than the occasional slight hiccup, before pulling away.

“Now,” she smiled, “let’s get you ready for that coronation.”

Virgil nodded, smiling slightly.

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The coronation hall was filled with chatter as people socialized before taking their seats. The conversations blended together into a dull roar in the room, the high ceilings easily allowing the conversations to echo and bounce off the walls, making the noise even louder.

Virgil sat in a side room, subconsciously bouncing his leg as Patton and Logan stood nearby. The room was silent, the noise from the main hall dying out before it could seep through the wall. The entire event made his anxiety sky-rocket, just the thought of having to go out there made him drop his head into his hands. The purple suit didn’t help matters, the constricting material making breathing even harder than it already was.

“You gonna be okay, sport?” Patton asked, sitting down as Logan watched from the corner.

Virgil nodded, looking as confident as he felt. “I just wish Roman was here.”

Patton and Logan nodded, looking to each other. Neither of them could imagine being parted from the other, and neither ever wanted to find out what that pain felt like. Seeing Virgil going through it pained them enough.

“Y’know,” Virgil started, “I never even told him I loved him. I should have done it when I had the chance.”

Patton’s eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall. He wiped them away before Virgil could see but Logan caught on quickly, taking Patton’s hand in a silent show of affection.

The door opened and The Queen slipped in. Patton and Logan stood, silently making their way out of their room and to their seats. The Queen seemed to be the only one who was excited about the whole affair, grinning as she walked into the room.

“I can’t believe the day is finally here!” she exclaimed. “You’re going to be a great ruler now, Virgil. I just know it.”

“I would be better if I had Roman here,” Virgil mumbled.

The Queen’s gaze darkened. “Now, we both know that’s not true. You need to put the good of the country before yourself and he definitely doesn’t fit that description.”

“If you think that then you don’t know him as well as you thought.  Roman worked for you for years and this is how you repay him? He’s the only reason I agreed to do this and your backwards thinking ruined that!” Virgil exploded, standing and glaring at her.

A knock sounded at the door, telling the two it was time. The Queen turned away from the door to face Virgil. “Drop this, now,” she warned, a dark tone coloring her voice. She turned away from him, gripped the door handle and strode out into the hall and towards the podium.

Virgil hung back, waiting for the signal to walk out. The hall was now silent, the footsteps of his grandmother sounded even louder without the distraction of the chatter from before, throwing his mind into chaos.

Soon, the footsteps stopped and the silence became unbearable again. A man who had opened the door motioned to him.

‘That’s the cue.’

He sighed and walked out, replacing the silence with his own footsteps. Every head in the hall turned to face him, their eyes following his every move. The TV cameras were visible from the corner of his eye, another few million people who were watching him through a screen. Panic started to bubble up in his chest, red hot fire that raced from his chest to the tips of his fingers.

‘Keep calm. Roman’s watching.’ He told himself, knowing his instructor wouldn’t miss this for the world.

Virgil pushed on, walking towards the podium. He passed Logan and Patton, catching their eyes for a split second before moving on. A grinning figure closer to the front of the crowd caught his eye, almost making him to a double take. Thomas sat there, almost beaming with pride as he watched. He waved slightly as Virgil stared, before mouthing ‘where’s Roman?’. Virgil discreetly shook his head before looking back down and finally walking up the podium. He never saw the look of concern that came over Thomas.

Virgil didn’t remember much of the coronation after that, it all passed by in a blur. He remembered sitting down in the chair and having the crown placed on his head. The number of people officiating and making speeches seemed to drone on forever, their words blurring into mind-numbing noise the longer they went on. Virgil stood up on auto-pilot to make his own speech, the words he’d had to memorize already launching themselves into his conscious thoughts upon command. He was standing in front of the microphone when he made the decision. He wiped all thoughts of the memorized speech and started to speak.

“If you asked me a few months ago if I’d have accepted the chance to be king, to be ruler of this country the answer would have been no. If you’d asked me if I would have accepted the offer to even be here I would have said no. I didn’t want to do this…but it has also been the best few months of my entire life. I’ve learnt so much about so many things I never even knew existed. I’ve learnt so much about this country and its people that I barely knew before. I’ve met people who have changed my life in ways I never thought possible and who I wouldn’t trade for the world. People who convinced me to stand here today and say this, to take on this huge responsibility and run this country. And now I can say, with them by my side, I will aim to be the best ruler I can hope to be.”

As he turned away, thunderous applause echoed through the hall. His grandmother’s face held a look of carefully composed fury, he’d strayed from her perfectly planned script and there was nothing she could do about it. He smiled sweetly at her before spinning to the associate and signing the papers that were held out for him. The applause continued as he faced the crowd and started to make his way down the steps, his grandmother following closely behind.

That was it. He was king.

And he felt miserable.

Machine Preview

Ok… so I have had to take a step back from writing Wish/Prince!Bucky for a moment. I was getting burnt out and started to hate it…  

That being said, I had inspiration hit me yesterday for my next prompt from @theassetseyeliner ‘s writing challenge! 

Biker!Bucky… coming at you tomorrow! Here is a little snippet of Machine!



You watched the long haired man look over at you before sitting up and throwing his tool down. He wiped his hands on an old rag before the blonde one pulled him to his feet.

By now, you had everyone’s attention as the man made his way to you. Crossing your arms over your chest, you stood your ground.

“You are being very inconsiderate,” you said when he was close enough.

His eyebrows shot up and a small smile played on his lips, “Well now, that’s not any way to greet your neighbor.”

“I’m not here for a friendly meet and greet,” you retorted. “I am here because some people like to sleep and the horrible racket you keep making, makes that impossible.”

The small smile turned into a full fledged grin as he raised his wrist to look at his watch. When he looked back to you, his eyes had a playful glint in them, “It’s only 9:30.”

Oh my god, was it really? What a boring life you had.

Embarrassment washed through you, but you tried your best to hide it, “I have to get up early in the morning.” you lied. You uncrossed your arms so you could gesture behind him to the garage, “So if you and your biker gang could keep it down-”

Club.” he interrupted. “We are a motorcycle club, not a gang.”

“Well, excuse me,” you said, flippantly. “If you and your motorcycle club could keep it down, I would appreciate it.”

A few chuckles sounded from your audience. The man glanced back at them before he turned back to you. He raised his right hand out to you, “I’m Bucky.”

anonymous asked:

It makes me so upset sometimes because you seem like such a cool person and you’re so creative so I don’t understand how you get so much hate and negativity from people. It really makes me sad because I don’t know how people can have so much hate in their heart for someone they’ve never had a conversation with :(

!!! d’awhh don’t be upset nonny, it’s not your fault !! you shouldn’t be upset over this :+( !! again I don’t know what their intentions are but all I can do is hope them the best in life?? I never want to wish anyone harm cause maybe they also are going through smt & they maybe my positively was a turn off to them & made them angry/upset? maybe some people think im fake b/c i’m “too positive” (i had quite a few anons telling me that) so maybe that’s why? we’ll never know unless they come back & explain to us haha. until then I wish you the best & ily nonny :’)

anonymous asked:

Ok so almost everyone on my dash has talked about how amazing gorgeous is lyrically and sonically, but i truly feel that while it’s catchy, it’s just an OK song. Doesnt make me any less of a fan but it’s made me lowered my expectations on rep as cos i think its still gonna be good but wont live up to the hype. I mean I LOVED RFI and i think LWYMMD is a bop, but i KNOW shes had better writing so at this point i will contend that itd be a DECENT album. PLEEASE tell me im not crazy for thinking so!

I agree it isn’t a bad song but I really wish I loved it more like everyone else does 😞

anonymous asked:

I saw a post about what the fae could have been in AC0TAR and now I'm so mad. Like, the fae could have been otherworldly and unique. Mor could have had hair made of starlight and a voice as clear as a lively river in spring and Sandy could have had feathers for hair and stars in his eyes and talons instead of nails and Tom could have had blossom for hair that bloomed in the spring. Instead we got hot people who make earthquakes when horny. Fan-fucking-tastic. Wish I had the link to the post :/

Well on the plus side, if anyone does want to write an actual good fae story, there’s a pretty big gap in the market to fill right now.

So I made the mistake...

…of image-googling “rough coated greyhound” to get some pics of Dog!Kay, and I am now a puddle of emotions.  All the lovely shaggy doggies!  All the bright doggy eyes and wet doggy noses and perked-up doggy ears!    They’re all so gorgeous OMG!  Aaahhhh…

Never Existed

The genie stood in the middle of his latest master’s living room beaming with pride at how he had twisted her first two wishes.

“I wish my shoes fit better.” An idle wish made before the genie had revealed himself. With a snap of his fingers, her shoes had fit perfectly so perfectly that they would never come off. She still hadn’t discovered that. They were also indestructible. Her second wish had been even easier to bend against her intent.

“I wish for one million dollars.” Again with just a simple snap, her wish had been granted. Stacks of dollars had appeared on the coffee table on the sofa, on the tv, even against the walls. One million sand dollars.

“Oh, is this not what you wanted,” the genie had taunted her, “You should be careful with how you word your wishes. Only one left.” She sat quietly staring around the room. For a second, the genie thought she might cry. After several minutes, she turned to stare into his eyes. Her face was blank, her eyes dull and lifeless.

“I wish I never existed,” she said. The genie paused to consider the wish. His smile slowly fell as the magic welled up inside his gut.

“Hey now, wait a minute. That a bit hasty don’t you think?” He tried desperately to think of a different way to interpret her wish. Existence is a binary state. You either exist or you don’t.

“I wasted my first wish on shoes, I’m failing out of college, I couldn’t even wish for a million dollars without screwing it up, and I got fired this morning. I’m a fuck-up that doesn’t deserve to exist.” The genie felt the magic surge up through his spine.

“It’s not that bad. Look you can take it back and I’ll help you with your last wish,” he pleaded.

“I wish I never existed,” she said once more. The magic raced down the genie’s arm and into his fingers. He tried to hold them but his fingers slipped off his thumb and a sharp snap sounded.

Time stops. The wish reverberates through the magic. Never Existed. Time stretches out in front of the genie. He traces his master’s life, from birth to now, erasing her from it. He does this sloppily simply removing her and nothing else. He leaves behind an empty crib, unworn shoes, empty desks, uneven teams on playgrounds, empty theater seats, uneaten plates of food, all the debris a person uses throughout her life. Time hates a vacuum and it claps closed disappearing the stray traces.

The genie reaches the day she found his totem but she didn’t. Never Existed. He reaches the when she made her first wish but she didn’t. Never Existed. And he reaches when she made her last wish but she didn’t. Never Existed. The magic is finished and he returns to the moment when his master didn’t make her last wish. Time cracks around him. His master never existed. She never found his totem. She never wished to never exist. Space warps around him as the world folds in on itself.

The genie awoke as he often did in the endless void between summonings. It had been so long since he had last been summoned. Had he been forgotten or lost? He struggled against the constant screaming void to maintain his sense of self. Was he being punished? He had only done what his masters had asked for. It wasn’t his fault they weren’t precise enough.

After more years than he could count, someone found his totem. The genie waited invisible near her, angry at having been lost and forgotten. He waited for her first errant wish and then he would begin to show these humans why angering a nigh-omnipotent being was a bad idea. As soon as his new master made her first wish he would begin to exact his revenge.

His master spoke her first wish, “I wish my shoes fit better.”


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I was trying to find some profound reason for existence; religion told me I was alive to worship, science made me a product of procreation, like I was a consequence of a bad decision two people made that somehow had meaning because God wished it this way, yet some nights I felt so alone, like I could die tomorrow, and it wouldn’t matter, not to people, nor to God, death is just life, it’s just how God wished it.
—  Eliot Knight

I was tagged by @metal-is-life091 thank you honey <3

LASTS:

Last drink: tea

Last phone call: my mom

Last text message: a friend

Last song listened to: eminem without me

Last time you cried: about a month ago

HAVE YOU EVER:

Dated someone twice? never dated anyone

Been cheated on? no

Kissed someone and regretted it? no

Lost someone special? nope

Been depressed? actually i dont have time for that

Been drunk and thrown up? never been drunk

Talked to someone named Tom? nope

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend? yes

Fallen out of love? finally yes

Laughed until you cried? sure

Met someone who changed you? yes but i wish i’ve never had met

Found out who your true friends were? yes

Found out someone was talking about you? nope

GENERAL:

How many people on Tumblr do you know in real life? 2

Do you have any pets? no :(

Do you want to change your name? yes i dont like it, i want to be Princess Consuela Banana Hammock

What time did you wake up this morning? i didn’t sleep last night

What were you doing last night? watching movie and reading

Name something you cannot wait for? next weekend.even the idea of being in school makes me sad

What getting on your nerves right now? the idea of i’m going school tomarrow

Blood type: A+

Nickname: dont have one

Relationship status: single ofc, we dont need men ladies!! (except musicians, we need them so badly)

Zodiac sign: aquarius

Prounouns: she/her

Favorite tv show: friends

College major: mathematics

Hair color: light brown

Long or short: short

Do you have a crush on someone? yes Izzy Stradlin

What do you like about yourself? my music and movie tastes are awesome

FIRSTS:

Surgery: i was about 6-7 it wasn’t a big deal

Piercing: ears

Best friend: my bro

Sport: i’ve always liked running

Vacation: dont remember

Pair of sneakers: can’t remember

NOW:

Eating: nothing

Drinking: coffee, i’m dying to get some sleep but i can’t

I’m about to: go to library and do that stupid homework

Listening: dr dre&eminem forgot about dre

WANTS:

Kids: maybe idk, currently no

Get married: hell no

Career: i study mathematics and i really love it but i have some other plans

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes? eyes

Hugs or kisses? both

Shorter or taller? taller

Older or younger? no preference

Romantic or spontaneous? romantic? ıyk

Sensitive or loud? loud

Hook up or relationship? not relationship

Trouble maker or hesitant? trouble maker

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kisses a stranger: no

Drank hard liquor: no

Lost glasses/contacts: lost both once

Sex on first date: i’ve never had sex

Broken someone’s heart: no

Been arrested: noo

Turned someone down: no

Fallen for a friend: yes and it won’t ever happen again

DO YOU BELIEVE:

In yourself: yes

Miracles: sometimes yes

Love at first sight: not anymore

Heaven: no, i belive this whole heaven&hell and other things are just a way to manipulate people

Santa: no

Witchcraft: no

I tag @elegyofemptinss @neenne @twerkhammett @aint-talkin-bout-love @kvltboi @rick-wrights-right-nipple @discogrohl and whoever wants to do it

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Happy Pride Month! <3 Wanted to do something special for it with my kids!

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“Maybe I failed this time, but… I’m not giving up. I’ll show them I’ve got what it takes to make the hero course, and I’ll become a greater hero than all of you!
| ★ Shinsou Hitoshi ★ | Happy Birthday to my lovely Aseel bby! @genosus (ノ≧∀≦)ノ♪♬

Voltron actor AU where everything’s the same but Voltron is a live-action TV show and the paladins are actors:

  • Their names are the same in real life. They go by different names in the show. 
  • Keith and Lance still have a “rivalry.” Red and Blue didn’t originally have it, but when the cast first met and the directors saw how Keith and Lance interacted, they wanted to write it in. 
  • Shiro’s arm is still a prosthetic, although the scar is fake.
    • sometimes the makeup crew forgets the scar. literally no one notices until it’s the end of filming
    • “Shiro…” “Huh?” “…they forgot the sca–” “are yOU FUC–”
  •  Shiro, Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Allura all do their own stunts. 
    • Pidge is only 17 and their mom won’t sign the waiver for them to do their own stunts. 
  • No one really knows how their little production company was able to afford hiring Allura, who’s a big time actress and super talented.
    • they eventually find out that she’s a giant mecha/space nerd and came to /them/ asking for a role and willing to do it for free
  • No one really knows if Coran has a script or if he was told to just say whatever
  • Lance calls Keith “Red” so often that Keith thinks Lance has forgotten his name
    • he hasn’t.
  • The paladins, Allura, Coran, and basically all the actors boycott after season 2, demanding retribution for the way they wrote Hunk and Lance’s characters. 
  • Hunk has an engineering degree in real life.  
  • Matt isn’t Pidge’s real life brother, but when they first meet it goes something like: “baby sister!” “big brother!” and they end up inseparable.
    • Pidge’s mother is known for calling Pidge at work just to talk to her son, Matt 
  • Hunk and Shay’s on-screen chemistry was actually a real thing. Shay was cast at the same time that she was working in the costume/design department, so they’d known each other since the show started. 
    • they’re dating now
  • Every time Lance’s character hits on Allura’s on-screen Lance spends five minutes defending Blue’s character after filming 
    • “he just craves attention, okay? he just wants love!! he’s smart and beautiful and wants to belonG”
    • despite this, Lance is basically his character minus that shoddy writing in season 2
  • Keith and Lance have their own shipping fanbase. It starts out with just their characters, but then Some Mysterious Person starts taking candids between sets and posting them online and klance is born
    • it’s Pidge. Pidge runs five fan accounts. 
    • the pictures are super incriminating, but no one shows them to Lance or Keith
    • there’s a betting pool on when they’ll get together
  • Keith gets super into his roles and ends up genuinely upset after filming the scenes where the princess reacts badly to Red being part Galra. 
    • Allura gives him a 15 minute hug after
  • Bonding Moment Discourse is actually a thing. There was a prop malfunction on set while they were filming and the directors told them to stay put, so Lance ended up being Cradled for a solid half hour.
    • later, they find out that they could’ve moved and just chilled for that time, instead of actually holding each other.
    • “I get it Keith, I get it. You just wanted to hold me. Who doesn’t amiright??”   

                                                  ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴘɪʀᴇ.

                                                       ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ.