it overpowers everything

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I had been meaning to ask if it was viable to bring Perfect Wife Mashu along for everything in the game so I'm super glad to hear she continues to beast.

Ok so I’ll give you The Timeline:

  • Early Early Game: Absolutely viable because she overpowers pretty much everything.
  • Early Game: While still viable, you probably have more Servants at this point that can outdo her, since her defensive abilities are not necessary this early in the game.
  • Mid Game: This is where she suffers, because she’s very much a 3* when you most likely have a couple 4*s, some from quartz, some from events. Her stats will start to fall behind. You will still have her in your party because she has a cost of 0, letting you put all your strong Servants in the party without compromising party size. Most likely your disposable frontliner or your very last resort. Keep in mind she has a level cap you cannot increase, as he Ascensions all work via story line.
  • Late Mid Game: This is where she starts picking up again, because she starts receiving her Ascensions and, surprise, she turns into a 4*, with the appropriate increase in stats. Her skills also get upgraded, especially her first skill, which becomes godly. Her NP also gets upgraded and ramps your damage to new heights. Putting Mashu together with Merlin or Zhuge Liang is basically the ultimate stall game.
  • End Game (what is currently the end game, anyways): She will absolutely wreck shit, between keeping your people alive and not being bothered by complex enemy classes at all. With a taunt and invincibility, she can nullify enemy ST NPs, and if you combine her first skill with her NP, you can very much minimize damage from a partywide NP to survivable, if not negligible, amounts.

So yeah, be sure to cherish the kouhai.

You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch.
Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.

You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.

If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.

Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.

Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.

— 

Julien Smith

Saturdays Pt 2

Genre: Smut/fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: SMUT straight up smut, swearing, light spanking, dirty talk, blow job, cunningilus, but mostly just vanilla sex

Word Count: 7625

Here’s my second ever smut! I’m not 100% happy with it, but I really enjoyed writing their relationship dynamic. Dedicated to @jungkxook @jungblue and @tayegi :)

Part 1

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Jungkook carried you through the entryway of your bathroom and gently placed you on the cool tiles, his strong hands firmly gripped at your hips to pull your body into his. After leaving a fleeting kiss against your temple, he leaned over the deep bathtub and twisted the knob so that steaming water was flooding the inside. He quickly turned his attention back to you and tugged at the hem of your hoodie with a quiet whine.

“Eager to see me naked?” you joked as you pulled the sweatshirt over your head.

When you emerged from underneath, you didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes hungrily drank in your shirtless figure–his usually wide and innocent eyes darkening as he noticed that you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Deciding to take advantage of his piqued interest, you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your leggings and slowly pushed them down your legs before stepping out of them and lazily kicking them in the general direction of the hamper.

Jungkook stared at you momentarily, his intense gaze almost making you self-conscious, before he groaned, low and deep, and closed the distance between you to run his chilly fingers down your spine. Goosebumps tickled your exposed flesh, only growing even more prominent when his hands found purchase on your ass. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the way he was slowly kneading the muscles–his touch and the cool air hitting your skin causing your nipples to harden and grow sensitive with every subtle graze of his clothed chest against yours.

He leaned down and connected your lips in a much more urgent and feverish kiss than the one you shared in the living room just moments before.

“Yes, I am,” he nearly moaned into your mouth, his full lower lip grazing yours with every syllable. He lightly nipped at your bottom lip and ran his fingernails along the backs of your upper thighs.

“Aside from the disappointingly few nudes you blessed me with, I didn’t get to see all this,” he ran his hands up your torso until he was massaging your breasts, “for three months. I suffered without you.”

“You mean your dick suffered,” you playfully remarked, drawing a sweet chuckle from Jungkook’s chest.

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Day 2: Firsts / Unrequited

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He’s warm, Hajime thinks, as Tooru buries his face in his chest, arm sliding around to Hajime’s back and tugging him closer, until their bodies are pressed together.

He’s warm, even though he always complains about cold fingers and toes, and always uses it as an excuse to get up into Hajime’s personal space.

Not that he minds it. It’s always been this way, and just like how, with time, Hajime learned to read, write, and not to leave jars with bugs open in the living room, he’s learned to accept these kind of things (hands linked under the table, arms around each other under the covers and sometimes during lunch breaks when Tooru needs to recharge) as part of how the world works.

And honestly, there’s so many more of these truths, universal and reassuring. Like how Tooru’s tone of voice gives away more than his smile. Like how his eyes search for Hajime before a powerful serve. Like how he can deal with Shittykawa and Crappykawa and a whole host of other almost-hurtful nicknames as long as Hajime grabs his wrist on the way home (he’ll slow if he doesn’t, getting lost in his insecurities) and lets Tooru curl up into his side when they’re on his bed watching movies, sometimes with popcorn, sometimes with chocolate, sometimes with grapes and apple slices if Hajime’s mom has her way.

Hajime knows how Tooru makes himself small sometimes, smaller than he ever should be, weighed down with doubts and fears and what if I’ll never be good enough.

Hajime also knows how to fix it, better than anyone.

And maybe that’s the thought that kickstarts it. Better than anyone.

He’s never really had to think about Tooru not being there, because he always has been. And honestly, Tooru would be a complete mess without him, anyway, because he forgets half his stuff all the time? Hajime’s the one who carries two bottles of water, an extra roll of tape, a small tube of hand cream for cuts and calluses - all in anticipation of Tooru draping himself over his back during practice with his telltale drawn-out “Iwa-chaaaan” to indicate that he’s once again forgotten to pack his bag properly.

Hajime’s heard Makki and Mattsun call him “team mom” behind his back, but really, the things he does are mostly for Tooru’s benefit. It’s not weird, or special, or anything. It’s just them.

Tooru mumbles something in his sleep, incoherent with his face smushed up against Hajime’s collar bone. Hajime exhales, tightening his grip.

Plus, he sleeps better with Tooru here. It’s an arrangement that works on both ends; it’s not like he’s always giving and never getting anything in return. Tooru’s just sort of reckless most of the time, and someone has to stop him from running himself into the ground. The recharging is mutual, as is the joy they share in victory (and the frustration of defeat). And Tooru’s also more thoughtful than people give him credit for. He notices things, pays attention, remembers. He buys Hajime small things that reminded me of you; takes Hajime to that new café that sells homemade chocolate ice cream, to the shrine and to festivals, to amusement parks and aquarium dates-

Tooru lets out a soft noise that rips Hajime from his thoughts, and he finds himself suddenly holding very still, tension growing in every muscle.

Oh.

Fingers clench over the fabric of Hajime’s shirt (Tooru’s, actually, because his sci-fi fan shirts are way softer than anything Hajime owns and perfect for sleeping in, even if Tooru swears by Hajime’s hoodies) and Tooru wedges his leg between Hajime’s knees, hooking in and pulling himself even closer.

Hajime might have stopped breathing.

Oh. Oh.

Tooru exhales against his skin, and Hajime feels goosebumps erupt down his neck. He reflexively tightens his grip because it’s the only thing he knows how to do, though he should probably be pulling away, should think this through, should give himself time to process the realization that just burst across every fibre of his being, shit, shit, I’m in love with him-

With a tiny hum, Tooru nuzzles his face against Hajime’s skin, and he can only imagine that his eyes are fluttering open.

Hajime is acutely aware of how his heart is slamming against his chest, and on reflex he squeezes tighter, arms clenching around Tooru’s middle.

“…Iwa-chan?”

Oh god, he’s got his ear pressed right up against Hajime’s ribcage, he can probably hear-

The hands on his back unclench, touch going soft and gentle.

“…your heart’s going crazy,” Tooru mumbles, and Hajime thinks he might be dying. There’s nothing he can do but hold on, pretty sure his knuckles are going white from the strain. And then-

“D'you have a nightmare?”

Hajime lets out a breath that’s way too shaky and tries to calm his racing mind and heart, but he’s drawing blanks and probably breathing too fast now, too, because he’s bad at lying, this is the perfect excuse but he can’t use it because it’s Tooru and holy shit he loves him so much, how did he never realize-

“Hajime,” Tooru whispers, and he’s not sure if it’s the concern in his voice, or the fact that he used his given name, or the fact that he starts rubbing his palms between Hajime’s shoulder blades - either way, it feels like Hajime’s heart jumps clean out of his chest and he knows there’s more color in his face than is probably healthy, heat rising and making him wish the earth would open up and swallow him whole.

Slowly, Tooru tries to pull back to get a look at his face, and shit, it’s too bright (even though the door’s closed, the lamps are off, the only sliver of light comes from a crack in the blinds) and Tooru will see-

“No,” Hajime manages, and his voice is so wrong - and Tooru stills.

Through everything, his own nervousness and the crushing weight of his realization, Hajime still feels apprehension rising from Tooru.

“…then what’s wrong…?” he asks quietly.

Hajime wishes he could see his face, to judge his reactions, to make sure he’s not crossing a line - but what line? Was there ever one? Was this Tooru’s intention from the start? God, does he know?

Hajime is bad at lying. He doesn’t usually see the point, and even though he’s wishing he could, some small part of him is coming to terms with the fact that he’s not supposed to. He wouldn’t want Tooru to lie about something like this.

A million scenarios are shooting through his head, possibilities, reactions, what does this mean for us?

But underneath all that, there’s a certainty, and with every second it grows.

Tooru is an irreplaceable part of Hajime’s life. They’re not two halves of a whole, but they complete each other in a way Hajime could never imagine anyone else doing. His mind jumps to Tooru’s girlfriend, the only one whose confession he accepted, and how their relationship fizzled out after only a few weeks. She wasn’t right, for him.

Hajime hadn’t worried, back then. He hadn’t given it much thought at all, especially since it hadn’t taken long for it to become irrelevant again. Maybe some part of him knew that Tooru wouldn’t find what he needed out there.

In fact, he’s pretty sure (and his confidence is growing) that maybe what they both need is here, in each other’s arms.

His heart’s still racing, what if’s churning and terrifying him, and maybe all of this is moving too fast but how did I never see this before?

“I- I just-”

And even though Hajime is fighting for words, Tooru is already pulling him close again, offering comfort and warmth no matter what. It’s honestly not fair, how easy it is to let himself go, to surrender to everything Tooru is offering-

It’s too easy to love him.

“Tooru,” he says, and the tension is rising again, but really, there’s no choice. Hajime can’t keep this a secret, he already feels the words pushing towards his lips, out, tell him, now, “Tooru, I- I think I’m in love with you.”

Tooru goes scarily still, and then it’s his grip that’s turning rigid, clenching tightly around Hajime’s waist.

“…what?”

Hajime takes a few breaths, trying to steady himself, his own fingers catching on Tooru’s shirt and staying there, tangled up and close. Like a lifeline.

“I’m in love with you,” he says again, and the relief of saying it overpowers everything else. “I’m- shit, Tooru, I’m… I’m in love with you.”

The silence around them is suddenly heavy, strong, everywhere, and Hajime’s mind races, what if-

And then there’s a sound, so small that Hajime almost misses it over the way his pulse is pounding in his ears.

It’s Tooru’s breath, hitching in his throat, followed by what might be a sob.

“…oh,” Tooru whispers, and then he starts shaking, curling in over Hajime and pressing himself close, hiding his face and he’s crying, actually crying, air catching in gasps as his hands clench into fists.

Everything else fades. All Hajime’s senses zero in on the boy in his arms, and it’s all he can do to hold him, to try and shoulder some of the weight that seems to be coming off him in waves, along with the tears that are slowly drenching the fabric over Hajime’s skin.

“I-Iwa-chan,” he chokes, pulling back so their eyes can finally, finally meet, “Iwa-chan, I-Iwa-chan, I-”

Hajime brings his hand up to cup Tooru’s cheek, staring in awe at how much raw emotion he can see in his eyes, despite how red and blotchy his face is from crying.

And it’s all there, too. Oh, oh, Hajime, I love you and I’ve waited so long and please, please be mine now.

But he wants to hear it, then, with a fierce kind of determination, needs to make sure that he’s not making a mistake, that it’s okay to move on from here-

“Do you- do you think… do you think maybe we could try… being more than this?”

Tooru lifts his own hand to cover Hajime’s, fingers slipping together like they belong. His expression softens, wet with tears and so full of hope it’s almost painful. Hajime swallows against the lump in his throat, against the thoughts screaming oh, oh, I don’t deserve this.

“I’ve always loved you,” Tooru says, barely more than a whisper, heavy with awe. “Always. And I never thought - I-I was sure you could n-never- love me the same way.”

Hajime tries to think back, to ten minutes ago, ten hours ago, ten days ago, when tonight’s revelation was unthinkable - but he finds that he can’t. Because it feels like everything makes sense now, and his previous understanding of the world, of their lives, of his feelings is falling away. All he knows is that Tooru was always most important, for as long as he can remember.

“…think I always did,” he says, blinking the disbelief out of his own eyes. “I just- I didn’t realize. God, Tooru, I’m sorry-”

But Tooru brings up his other hand and claps it over Hajime’s mouth, cutting him off.

“D-don’t. Don’t. This is perfect. I’m- y-you’re here now. You see, now.”

Hajime nods, brushing his thumb over Tooru’s cheek. “Yeah.”

Tooru holds his gaze, and despite the tears he’s never looked more certain, more resolute. Hajime finds himself falling, bit by bit and then all at once, for the fire in Tooru’s eyes and the salt on his skin, for the way he’s practically glowing, exhaustion and worry falling away in favor of a smile that has Hajime catching his breath.

It’s a little too much, and Tooru seems to think so too, because he lets out a small, breathy laugh and lets himself fall forward, back into Hajime’s arms.

He catches him on instinct, fitting him against his chest like he’s done so many times before - only now it feels closer, stronger, definite.

“Y-you mean it?” Tooru mumbles into Hajime’s skin, arms trembling ever so slightly. “…’s this real?”

And Hajime says the only thing he can think to say, because there aren’t words for the magnitude of feelings building in his chest. He squeezes him tighter and hopes that’s enough.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch.
Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.

You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.

If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.

Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.

Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.”

—  Julien Smith
Dream a Little Dream with Me

Summary: Anxiety just wanted some company on a lonely night but Princey always had to be so extra.

Pairings: Prinxiety (established polysanders mention)

Warnings: Couple handfuls of fluff with a healthy dash of angst, some swearing. Let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Word Count: 5438 (lol this was supposed to be a drabble)

A/N: Oooookay. I wrote this forever ago, before Accepting Anxiety came out, and I’m not super happy with it tbh. I feel like Anx is a bit ooc, but I mean hopefully you’ll still like it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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I Want You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1k-ish

Warnings: Angst (I think)

Author’s Note: I seriously may have talked too much about this fic. I’m scared to post it because my writing isn’t where I want it right now. So this might suck major ones. I apologize in advance. I just love the song so much and it inspired me to write. I hope you guys like it.

Song Used As Inspiration: I Want You - Bon Jovi


I Want You

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Voltron Theory: Lotor, Haggar and Zarkon are related

Alright so, after rewatching season one and season two of Voltron, I have a theory that connects back to the old Golion story way back in the 1980s. Now bear in mind that Dreamworks Voltron is its own beast, and a lot of what’s going on has no connection with the original Beast King Golion or the original Voltron tv series. However there are a number of clues that show that this series is taking from both of the series in their own way.

First I have to point out that in Voltron magic wasn’t directly addressed, however Golion did have this and we’ve seen that the Alteans use magic so first connection to Golion. Following this we have Shiro’s name, clearly named after Takashi Shiro from Golion as well. However Shiro himself seems to be taking more from Sven and Keith from the original Voltron. That being said as well we can then see other connections here and there: The lions possibly having spirits in them akin to Golion, while from Voltron we get more of the goofy characteristics of Lance as well as him being more of a flirt.

The new series really seems to like to play with both shows which brought me to wonder, now that they have Lotor coming in, exactly which story line would they give him? And the strange thing is, I think they’re going to merge aspects from both series into this.

Mind you this is just a theory, as we haven’t even seen Lotor, but I’m going based on what I’ve seen so far in the show, and I’m hoping I’m right on this. 

Alright so we’ve seen in the last episode Blackout that Haggar is worried about Zarkon, and seemingly has been for some time. Naturally a few people have suggested that she has feelings for him, but I don’t think it’s the case of romance. Bear in mind that in previous incarnations Zarkon was the son of Haggar and Zarkon’s father who pretty much used her as a concubine (though Haggar wasn’t an Altean in the series) and she gave birth to Zarkon who later pretty much, er…slept with Lotor’s mother who was a Altean captive of his (this was a pretty dark birth story line and later drove Lotor mad).

I do not think that the whole captive thing is going to come into play here, rather given the events that we’ve seen I highly suspect we’re going to get a rather tragic story of both love and obsession. There’s also the issue that in Golion there was a space angel, goddess of the the universe, who was the one that split apart the lions into five separate beings. In Voltron it was Haggar that did the splitting.

So, my guess based on the clues that we have, is that the whole family tree within the Golion story is going to be kind of twisty and full of turns. They wouldn’t have made Keith Galra without reason, and I suspect that a large part of it is going to come from the fact that there’s going to be connections between Keith, Zarkon, Lotor, Haggar and Allura.

I can only build the theories on the clues that have been hinted at and the two sources of the show, plus the Devils Due comic that came out several years ago. Like I said, most of this is based on the limited clues that seem to be dropped though out the two seasons.

So my theory goes something like this:

Years ago Haggar was one of a family related to Allura’s mother (who I’m guessing is going to be that Space Angel like Goddess –or she’s going to be the purple Lion again) and ended up being married to the Emperor of the Galra. During this time she had a child with the emperor who was Zarkon.

Clue’s that seem to indicate something connected to this as a possibility:

1. In the show Zarkon never calls Haggar by her name, he never addresses her as Witch Haggar, however he shows the utmost respect for her, and trusts her more than anyone else in the whole fleet. I find it odd that he doesn’t call her by her title either, not only that but she seems to be the only one that can talk to him in a less formal manner and that he will listen to.

2. In the original Haggar was Zarkon’s mother, but wasn’t able to tell him due to the way the Galra had set things up. So she could only protect her son from afar in a way.

3 In the new show we see Haggar worrying over Zarkon beyond just a loyal subject. She, at points, looks at him when he’s walking off with utter fear and worry, much like a mother would look at her child before he or she does something that they know the child will regret.

4. Zarkon and Haggar’s attitudes towards one another during the events that led up to Blackout. Zarkon’s voice sounds more like a child telling his mother that he knows what he’s doing and to but out. While Haggar seems to be operating from the shadows trying to find a way to stop Voltron before Zarkon makes a bad move.

5. Both Zarkon and Haggar seem to have the ability to harness the Quintessence.  Something we know the Galra can’t do as most of their machines run on regular crystals and energy over the magic based system that Allura seems to be using.

As the son of the Emperor Zarkon eventually took control of the Empire and because of her connections to the Alteans Haggar made it so that Zarkon could befriend Alfor easily. Keith’s mom was probably a friend of Zarkon’s who was connected to him, or possibly related to Zarkon either though the royal blood line, or directly related as his sister through a different mother.

Anyway, during the time the comet crashed and Alfor came by to help, among those that were working with him was a young Altean woman who met Zarkon and the two fell in love. This eventually lead to a romance and Zarkon and this woman had Lotor. Not sure if they were married or not, that can be left in the air, but it’s reasonable to believe that Zarkon, given the way he’s seen by a lot of people, isn’t 100% a rotten person.

Clues to this come in the form of us mostly in the fact that Lotor in past incarnations has had a Altean mother and given the fact that Zarkon and Alfor worked closely, I don’t see it as such a surprise if Zarkon did meet and fall in love with a Altean scientist.

We also saw from the space mall episode that people are living mostly normal lives under his rule, which is conflicting with what Zarkon has been doing to others. There’s also the mall cop that seems to think that Zarkon is the best.

Somehow between the point that the first group of Voltron paladin’s came about and the new group came about, something large and dangerous attacked the Galra home world and probably killed a lot of people in the wake of its destruction.  Among those that died, more than likely Zarkon’s wife.

Clues to this could be seen in his obsession to get to Voltron and building a device that will destroy worlds. One of the key differences here in the case of Voltron Legendary defender and Voltron Defender of the universe and Golion was the fact that this is the first time that the Galra home world (also called planet Doom) was destroyed. This could mean that the need for Zarkon to overpower everything probably is not coming from the need to conquer everything for the sake of just having power, but rather to build up his army to take on something more powerful than he is.

If you’ve noticed there’s the point that everything he attacks is either for finding strong warriors, finding parts for something that he’s building or gathering the lions to him for use in some giant moment. We’ve seen that he’s willing to die to get those lions back, and there has to be a connection between the use of Voltron and Zarkon’s need to gather parts for war.

Now on to Lotor in this case. If I’m right about Haggar is his grandmother, then that means that there could be a case that like that of Prince Sincline where he doesn’t know about his blood line in regard to his father’s family. However we’ve already seen that the Stranger, if he is Lotor, seems to already be as tall as Keith meaning that he knows he’s probably part Altean. The question is how is he responding to it?

As I’ve said in earlier posts I’m suspecting we’re going to see a more science based Lotor, over the flirty and mostly jerkish version from the original Voltron and Golion show. My reasoning comes from a few places:

1. We saw him grab the scaultrite meaning he knew what he was looking for when he got trapped by the Weblum, and clearly he knew where to look for it as well.

2. Is the fact that he only took enough for one person to use, which to me at least indicates that he’s going to be testing something on a smaller scale first, which is what scientist do normally when they’re trying stuff.

3. We can devise from the fact that the Galra don’t have a wormhole device that they don’t possess the magic to activate something like the Telledove and move over the course of time and through the use of the Druids magic over their own abilities.

This makes me think that Lotor, if that is Lotor, is trying to find a way to make it so that the Galra can move more efficiently without the help of the Druids. This also tells me that he probably will not have as pleasant an interaction with Haggar, as she seemed not to happy to actually be calling him in. Meaning that, like the other Galra, he’s not someone who trusts Haggar and the Druids and finds them offensive. Which also means that he’s probably going to rely more on tech over something like Haggars spells.

If Haggar is his grandmother, and given her love of robeasts and the like, we will probably see new upgraded versions of these things, if Lotor sees reason to use them. I’m also suspecting we may eventually see the robot Iron Maiden, come out of this whole thing.

Of course this is just a theory right now.

anonymous asked:

baby jeon having his first crush and thinking it's the end of the world. the hyungs give his bad advice only his noona can solve his dilemma.

at the age of six, jungkook thought the end of the world, his world was near.

yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was the first time he ever had a crush (you didn’t count though, he always adored you regardless). it was when that girl walked across the playground like she owned it, but not in a sense where you think it is. she was quiet yet she made her presence felt like it was needed for the sun to shine, the flowers to grow, the birds to soar into the skies with her aura blessing everyone at the same time.

jungkook was in love.

and this is where you cue horrible ideas and thoughts coming from the boys. here you have a scene unravelling consisting of six men trying to give him advice on what he should do to a six year old mind who could’ve done better than listening to them. you let them have the benefit of the doubt and when their suggestions trail from make her a card to build her a castle, you’re butting in when jungkook looks so confused, it’s like he’d rather do math.

stepping in and cutting everyone shut at your presence, jungkook forming heart eyes, you get down to your knees to level your heights together and root your hands on his shoulders. he blinks a couple of times as he waits for you to speak and with one sentence, it’s enough to overpower everything the boys had been trying to say for the past thirty minutes.

“if you like her, be honest with it and show it in a way you’d like to. could be anything from asking her to play or making her something or just complimenting her. sincerity beats anything else, jungkookie,”

there’s this small smile creeping on jungkook’s face before he leans forward and hugs you, “thank you noona,”

“you know what to do?”

“myeah,” he nods, pulling back with blushing cheeks, “i’m gonna tell her she’s pretty and ask to play tomorrow,”

“…what the fuck guys.”

“that’s all it took. less than a minute she does a better job than us.”

“that’s why she’s hashtag wif-”

“we’re going to kick your ass.”

Humans are Space Orcs: Personal Hygiene

So I was buying some nice peppermint soap when I had a vision:

Ailiens are fascinated by bath culture. Like some humans can’t even get their hands dirty without needing a shower, while others don’t seem to know what a shower is. Plus every level in between.

There’s all these smells that are everything from overpowering, to flowers, and yummy food (like cookie scented soap). And it can be a bad immitation, but some humans legitimately smell like cookies and other great stuff too.

Also GENDER SPECIFIC SCENTS WHUUUT????? Like, xoQnuc totally thinks Jack should smell like a Honey Lemon Twist, not Axe. Obviously. But nooooo… Jack is “too manly” (whatever THAT means). And like, humans believe that we have all these miracle qualities to our soaps ,like here is one for dry skin and here is for oily skin, and nohuman has a straight answer on what this ideal skin everybody is striving for is exactly. But these soap companies sure make billions off of it! Then when Jazz'ma'Kris decides she really likes how conditioner smells and asks Alice if she can borrow, everybody finds out that OUR SOAP THAT WE USE TO TREAT OUR SKIN AND MAKE OURSELVES SMELL NICE AND BE PRETTY AND REALLY JUST USE TO SPOIL OURSELVES IS FILLED WITH SUPER HARSH CHEMICALS AND actually really toxic. So add that to the list of shit that will NOT kill a human even though it fricking SHOULD. (!!!) Jazz'ma'Kris needs to be treated with healing salve for a week after her shower experience.

And honestly that’s just the soap. HOW humans decide they want to wash is also all over the place, like some of them shower for like sixty seconds and are fresh as daisies and others soak for three hours and are greasy again in ten minutes. Some humans voluntarily take freezing cold showers, but don’t die of heat stroke when the internal water heater hiccups and spritzes them with something 10 to 20 degrees hotter. Sometimes Minihiro the Qinzillian (with no understanding of privacy) internal environments regulations specialist plays with the dials just to watch the humans curse while showering. Until Jane finds out and looses her shit because ‘THEY WATCHED ME SHOWER!!!’ Most ailiens are like ‘ what is the problerm. hygiene is important??? You shouldn’t be emberassed??? Maybe you guys should all wash together, Bob definitely doesn’t know what he is doing. Help him.’ But the whole human crew starts moaning about privacy and perverts and how could they ever think this is ok. And you CAN’T see each other naked in the shower. Except next week they go to a sauna together. And suddenly it’s more ok to be naked or mostly exposed ? Not that the Ailiens go in! Are you crazy! What’s fun about being steamed alive! That’s torture!!! And basically Ailiens are just a little confused and concerned that we tear our own skin off with pumice rocks.
valentine's day

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A/N: I know it’s already past Valentine’s Day but better late than never right??

**warning: SMUT**

I sat on the couch, watching some cheesy, romantic movie that I had no idea what the title was. My mind kept wandering elsewhere too often to actually know what was going on in the movie. I was too upset about Shawn not being home for Valentine’s Day to think about anything else. I decided to celebrate it by myself with a movie and all the candy I bought at the store yesterday.

Shawn had to go to L.A. for the week and had tried his best to make it home, but told me he just couldn’t. He promised to make it up to me when he got home and I knew that, as always, he would keep his promise. I glanced over at the clock to see that it was nearing eleven o'clock. The movie was boring and if I stayed up eating these chocolates, I’d gain twenty pounds before the night was over. I walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I then changed into another one of Shawn’s t-shirts, one that was more comfortable and had a stronger, more pungent scent of him lingering on it.

As I was pacing back to the living room to turn the tv off, I heard a noise outside. I knew Shawn wasn’t due home until Friday so I knew it couldn’t be him. I peeked out the living room window to see nothing. Not a vehicle, not a person, nothing. Soon, keys rattled in the doorknob and I wondered if it could actually be Shawn. I stood in living room, waiting for the door to open. The door hinges squeaked slightly, like they always do, and the door flew open.

In the doorway stood my boyfriend, but it front of him, a vase full of white and pink daisies. A smile spread across my face, not only at the fact that Shawn was actually home, but also because he knew me so well. He knew how much I absolutely loved daisies. I ran to hug him, letting his arms engulf me after he had set the vase of flowers on the floor. His scent overpowered everything else and I inhaled his smell. Oh, how I had missed him. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and wrapped my arms around his torso.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.” He whispered into my ear, right after tucking loosely falling strands of hair behind it. He shut the door behind him when he realized it was still wide open, forgetting the cold February air was drifting into the house. He sat multiple bags onto the ground, a couple being his own and the rest looking like gift bags.

“Oh my gosh, Shawn, I missed you.” I told him. I cupped his face into my hands and kissed his sweet, plump lips. They were soft, smooth and his breath tasted of wintergreen mint, something I’ve always loved about him. I continued kissing his perfect lips, having to stand on my tip toes to do so. I pulled away to admire the flowers he’d brought and placed them on the kitchen counter. I walked back to the living room, where Shawn had compulsively placed every gift bag in a specific spot.

“I feel so bad because I was going to cook for you for Valentine’s but it’s too late for that now. I’m sorry babe.” my voice trailed off. He assured me it was okay and rubbed my back lovingly after doing so. “How about a Valentine’s breakfast tomorrow morning?”

“That sounds amazing, honey.” Shawn assured me. He handed me a bag from Sephora, which contained a few lipsticks I had shown him a few weeks ago and a beautiful eyeshadow palette. Two gift bags later and I was to the last bag, which Shawn took out from behind his back. A Victoria’s Secret bag.

“If you don’t like it you don’t- you don’t have to wear it, baby,” He stuttered, “I just thought it might be something kinda fun for the both of us.”

I opened the bag, finding a dark red piece of lingerie inside. I took it out, examining it thoroughly. It was lace all over and had tiny bows on the straps. A blush creeped across my cheeks, shocked that Shawn would buy something like this for me but eager to see how he would react to me wearing something of the sort. I looked up at Shawn, who was biting his lip awaiting my response.

“Thank you, I love it. Thank you for all of it,” I said, “Do you want to, uh, see me in it? Tonight?”

“Only if you want me to. If you want me to, then damn right I do.” I laughed at how excited he seemed. His cheeks had became a splotchy red and his eyes had turned darker, slightly shy yet filled with lust all at the same time. He followed me to our bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed while I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I slipped off the shirt that belonged to Shawn and my panties and replaced them with the one piece lingerie. I suddenly felt confident in myself for one of the first times in my life. The color of the lace went perfect with my skin tone. What little support was in my bra cupped my breasts perfectly. I stared at myself in the mirror, messing up my hair slightly to add to the effect.

Figuring this was as good as it was going to get, I walked out of the bathroom. I opened the door, revealing an anxious Shawn. His face was still flushed and he bounced his leg up and down out of anticipation. His gaze met mine and I waited for him to break it, to examine over my body. Before even moving his eyes down my body, he bit at his lip. His eyes flickered down. The look in his eyes told me he was mentally taking off what little clothing I was wearing.

One thing I loved most about Shawn is that he always knew how to make me feel beautiful. Just something so simple as the way he looked at me. He stood up, placing his hands on my waist. He guided me to the bed slowly after letting me strip him down to his boxers, covering us with the sheet after laying me down. His lips kissed mine lustfully yet lovingly at the same time. I kissed back with equal passion. My lips fit perfectly against his much softer ones, feeling like time was standing still in the very moment.

“You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He spoke softly against my lips. His forehead rested against mine and his eyes stayed shut as the words fell out of his mouth. His lips returned to mine and I was thankful. I needed him in every way possible right now. My lips no longer felt his. He had started to kiss at my collarbone. He kissed down, kissing my skin through the thin red lace.

“I need you,” I blurted out while Shawn was kissing my body, “so so bad and right now.” He didn’t tease like he normally would. He removed his underwear and tossed them to the floor. His left hand went to my hip, his right to my cheek and he caressed it with his thumb. His lips pecked mine softly while he lined himself up at my core. I was dripping wet for him and we had only kissed.

He slid into me with ease but kept the pace slow. I felt him filling me up completely, a feeling I still wasn’t fully accustomed to. My eyes fluttered open and closed over and over again. His thrusts were agonizingly slow but I could feel every ridge of his shaft. I could feel the way the head teased along my walls. Each large vein rubbed me pleasingly.

Shawn’s pace picked up slightly, still thrusting slowly, however. I moaned out his name loudly. I needed him to know how much he was pleasuring me. His hand gripped onto my hips harder whenever I moaned. He moved damp hair off of my cheek and rubbed it gently.

I closed my eyes from the massive amount of pleasure washing over me. Shawn’s thrusts were slow but hard and deep. He hit the right spots with almost every stroke. His press his forehead against mine. His hot breath fanned over my cheek and he peppered my face with soft kisses.

“I love you,” he moaned out, cutting off his own sentence momentarily to thrust into me all the way, “so so fucking much.” he mumbled whenever he bottomed out. Even with the slowest possible thrusts, I already neared orgasming.

“I love you too.” I barely made out, the pleasure was almost too much. Shawn could tell I was close, as my legs became weak and I was more of a moaning mess now. He picked up his pace only slightly, wanting to see me come undone underneath him. I looked up into his still dark brown eyes that stared back into mine. With only a few thrusts more, I was there.

My back arched and soft moans left my lips. Shawn struggled to keep his thrusts steady and smooth, so close himself but wanting to make me come first. Absolute, pure bliss came over me as I came. Shawn only helped push me over the edge by pressing his sweet lips into mine so lovingly.

Only moments later, Shawn came too and cuddled up next to me. He rested his chin on top of my head and kissed my forehead. I changed back into Shawn’s t-shirt, him seeming happier to see me in that than the lingerie. I cuddled into his chest, we said our goodnights and with that, we were both asleep.

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The way she just kinda sighs and drops her shoulders and smiles like she’s falling in love with him all over again. 

Like, is it just me or does she look completely smitten here? I’d say she looks completely smitten, and that’s because of Daryl. That’s because of the overflowing love she’s feeling for him in this moment and it’s so strong that it overpowers everything else. 

You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.

You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.

If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.

Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.

Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.
—  Smith, Julien. The Flinch.
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Kink #1: ABO

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 573

Warnings: NSFW, ABO, rough sex, slick, and power issues.

Listening to Whore by In This Moment

Requested by @bohowitch. Enjoy.. again. <3

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You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy. You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like. If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way. Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference. Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.
—  Julien Smith, The Flinch
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“Studio Date” -Youngbin: SF9 Valentines #1

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Youngbin’s eyes fluttered closed as he sighed after hearing the same beat on repeat replay over again. The longer the leader spent in the studio the more insane he felt. Insane for not being home with his lover on Valentines but he felt bad enough about that. Every so often Youngbin would look at his phone and groan when your name wasn’t written across it. Even though he told you to go to sleep he wished you didn’t. He truly wanted to spend today with you but he just had to stay late today. The other members getting to go home to cuddle with the people they loved while he stayed at the studio slaving away in front of the computer screen. Tiredly his eyelids stuck shut as he struggled to keep them focused on the moving screen everything just overpowering his will to concentrate. The longer he sat there the more he felt his frustration boil as everything he tried to do failed and burnt into the crisp winter air. All he wanted was to be next to you lying in bed cuddling and watching bad romantic films which neither of you were really paying attention to any more, It’s not like he asked for much.

Just as Youngbin decided to take a small break to calm himself down he heard his phone vibrate on the side next to him. Quickly he jumped up and as soon as his hand collided with his hands he had it turned on and was reading eagerly the message you had sent him. “Goodnight babe” Youngbin sighed as he read the message over finally excepting that he would just make it up to you tomorrow and that you would already be asleep when he got kicked out of the studio. After some time he replies with “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow! Love you, good night Jagi”. Once he was sure the message had sent he turned off his phone and attempted to speed up the process of getting this song done before he had to leave. After a while of forcefully concentrating his creative juices were flowing again and he was working on it with no chance of getting distracted. A smile lingering on his face as he knew this would be done soon and that he would be able to go home to you, finally. So distracted that he didn’t hear the door click open or shut as you entered the room just marvelling in the beauty which is your boyfriend.

A small giggle erupted you lips as his tongue poked out between his lips as he got lost hopelessly in concentration. Well that was until your giggle fest had awoken him from his trance. “Jagi! When did you get here?!” Youngbin shouts standing from his seat reaping the headphones from his ears out of shock. The look of a deer in headlights was washed from his face by an overlapping smile which aimed to cover his entire face as he looked at you. All bundled in his clothes like you clung to his jumper for warmth and the familiar scent that oozed out of every thread of his sweater. His smile must be contagious as his over powering smile soon rose onto your face nearly as quick as his had, both just standing opposite each other taking in how you both looked. You, cold and just wanting to cuddle your over working boyfriend. Him, openly sleep deprived and currently emotionally unstable. A stray tear fell from his eyes as he looked at you, the person he loved came all this way just to be with him and he couldn’t have been any more happier than he was at this moment. Although he couldn’t tell whether the tears were something because of the happiness or if they where just forced out by the lack of control forced upon him due to tiredness which left him unable to hold back the tears threatening to spill. 

After realising the stillness in Youngbin you decided you would have to take initiative and run towards him and rest your head on his shoulder. Taking in his beloved scent which was everything compared to the jumper which draped on your body. A content smile replaced his huge one as he rested his head in your hair and rubbed soothing circles on your back just letting the love which fuelled you both in case the area around you. These times made you certain on why you were dating him, many times you were questioned due to the lack of him being present during busy times with the group but no, the times where it was you and him together after a long day of whatever the both of you had been doing just cuddling relishing in the fact that you were together. Everything was forgotten during this precious and rare times with Youngbin because neither of you wanted to relive the stress or awkwardness of the day the other had just lived both knowing that you would hear about it later because right at this moment nothing mattered. That’s why you were with him and there was no one else that could make you feel this strongly.

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anonymous asked:

Lapis wasn't exactly supposed to be, nor tried to be a superweapon- she was a terraformer. If a gem who's job is to shape a planet to make it optimal for construction and kindergarten environments. Considering Lapis itself isn't horrendously rare as a gemstone, if it took multiple gems to deal with one planet's worth of terraforming, it'd be inefficient as hell, wouldn't it?

From an in-universe perspective, it makes sense for Homeworld to create a single super powerful terraformer gem if they could. But from a storytelling perspective, Lapis’ overpowered abilities make everything else in the series, every threat or conflict, null.

Lapis can literally drown any approaching Homeworld ship with a bubble the size of Texas if she wants.