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all of your favourite vines are going to be fine, they’ll still be there

twitter’s just discontinuing the app because they aren’t making enough revenue to maintain it

please spread this message around, the widespread panic is unnecessary

unpopular opinion: i think pidge crushing on at least one of the paladins at some point would be not such a bad thing and, actually, pretty realistic,,,,,

Klance and the Voltron Team Youtuber Au because why not???

Okay so I’ve been wanting to do this for a while and now I’m going to because why the hell not???

  • Keith and Lance share a huge house. They always have the gang over so its like they live there too basically. 
  • Lance’s username is something like BlueLance or something cute idk
  • Keith’s is just Keith Kogane. Or basically simple af. 
  • Pidge has a gaming channel. They love to go on public servers and just wreck the 28 year olds that have been doing it for years. 
  • Hunk doesn’t actually have a channel yet, but he’s always in the videos so its almost like everyone just shares their channels with him. 
  • Shiro does a lot of vlogging or a couple of good RPGs or something idek im just making this up as i go lol
  • Allura vlogs. Everyday. Everyone loves her. She has the most subscribers. 
  • Coran doesn’t have a channel either, but he’s always in the videos like Hunk. 

Back to the Klance now. 

  • Keith is that guy who does all the game theories and makes random videos like,,, who even thinks of some of the things he comes up with???
  • He vlogs a little too if he’s going on a trip or something. 
  • Lance loves to do challenges with the whole gang. He also likes those dumb DIYs that he literally has 0 use for. 
  • Lance does that bathtub full of orbiez. (Whatever they are called lol) and makes a huge mess while Keith is filming. 
  • Keith is trying to not smile because oh my god??? He looks so happy and cute sitting in a tub of little gel orbs???
  • Keith cannot stay mad at Lance. 
  • That’s a lie he gets mad when they both have no idea what to do with over 7,000 orbiez. 
  • “Lance, you should not have filled the effing tub with these little-”
  • They also do the ‘Boyfriend Best friend does my make up challenge’
  • Lance does make up on Keith. Keith does not know how it ended up like this. 
  • Lance does an amazing job because oh my god someone had to teach his sisters how make up works when mom wasn’t around. He gets into it later bc of this…
  • Lance just kinda pauses at the end because holy crap Keith looks so fricken pretty. 
  • Keith thinks he made him look like shrek or something.
  • They end up with the klance fandom soon after a year or two. 
  • Pidge ships it and always makes references. 
  • They are still not together but they might as well be. It drives the fandom nuts. 
  • It’s even worse when they collab and Lance subtly flirts with Keith and it just goes over his head and the fandom looses its shit. 

Feel free to add on these are only ideas and hehe i might just draw some of this. 


“I’ve aged a bit.”


-Anon request (why does everyone request in anon ;P)

It had started when they played the bloody clip on the News, again.

You entered the Avenger’s Tower, introduced by Fury, “Avengers! I want you to meet, Y/N, she’s going to be working with you from now on.”

Everyone had been lovely, greeting you with warm handshakes and friendly smiles and you couldn’t wait to start working as part of the Avengers.

But then the TV, that was playing in the background, suddenly announced something about the Hulk. Banner frowned and turned to watch it, as did the rest of you. The clip of when the doctor had been under Wanda’s control and had destroyed almost an entire city was playing with a reporter in the background documenting the costs in damages and people injured.

Bruce swallowed thickly, eyeing the little television with a glare to rival any other.

“Banner…” Steve started to say before he was cut off.

“Shut up,” the doctor snapped.

“Bruce, it’s OK,” Natasha tried, “It wasn’t you, alright? You weren’t thinking right.”

“No!” he shouted, turning to face her. “I wasn’t thinking right, because I’m dangerous! I let one thought get into my head and look at the destruction I caused!” He waved a hand wildly at the television screen.

One of the desk workers had the sense to switch the TV off at that point, but it was already too late apparently.

The man before you clutched at the sides of his head and growled, bending double and trying to inhale deep enough to calm down.

Though it wasn’t working.

Looking at the people around you, they were all just staring helplessly as the doctor lost his careful control. Behind you, Fury was already clearing everyone out of the room as green anger flooded into Banner’s irises.

“Get out,” he gasped to you as he fell to his knees, a pained groan on his lips as his shirt sleeves started to split.

Narrowing your eyes in determination, you ignored him and dove forwards, kneeling before him and taking his hands in yours. “Banner, I want you to look at me,” you told him in a firm voice.

He shook his head and moaned as his muscles stretched.

Grabbing his chin, you thrust it upwards so that you could look into his eyes. “I said look at me, Bruce,” you said, his brow furrowing at your calm but authoritive persona. “This guy you turn into, he’s still you. I’ve read everything about each and every one of you and I’ve studied the formula in your veins. It may access a different part of your mind but the man inside is still you and you can control him.”

Green eyes searched your face with a sorrowful look.

“I cant…” he whispered.

“Yes,” you reaffirmed. “You can. Now calm down.”

Together you drew in steady deep breaths until the green rippled out of his irises and you were looking back at the doctor.

A wide grin spread across your lips and you nodded towards the television screen; Banner turned his head and examined his reflection. “I-I,” he stammered in shock, getting to his feet clumsily and twisting this way and that to inspect his reflection from every possible angle. “I’m me.”

He turned back to you with a look of wonder and awe. “I’m me,” he repeated, his voice disbelieving.

“You always were,” you told him, smiling and standing up too.

A voice came from behind you. “What the-?” It was Tony, obviously. “He can control it now? Seriously?” He threw his hands up in defeat and slumped out of the room, followed by your hushed laughter.