it's impossible not to ship them

Two Minutes (part 2)

Sooo - a recent discussion with @panickypaladin brought a level of this to my attention that I never would have thought of and frankly - it’s terrible.  Like, heartbreaking terrible.

So of course I had to swing my story to follow that route.  All the thanks to them for this next part.  And to @theprojectava for the original picture of Ryou that lit the fire under me to write anything at all about this in the first place.

part 1 if you need it

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He wasn’t Takashi.

He would never be Takashi.

But if Takashi could pilot anything - Ryou was the one that could build it.

They walked around the ship once it was done, closer to it than Takashi had been up until this point.  Ryou though - Ryou had been living inside its guts for the past year and a half.  He’d never been so proud of himself, of something he’d had a hand in creating and Taka was glowing at him, that warm, deep, water-drowning glow that only Taka could glow.  Ryou felt like a helium balloon, floating along next to his twin, feet barely touching the ground, exhausted from far too many months without enough sleep and almost giddy at the same time.  He watched as Taka lifted his hand, laid just the pads of his fingertips against some of the paneling of the vessel, soft and reverent the way they both touched machines and he watched with satisfaction as his brother then stepped forward, laid his whole hand against that sun warmed ceramic, palm flat, soaking in the heat of the giant structure as if he could soak in its personality and essence, eyes closed, entire body going still.  Ryou felt like a proud father or… or a proud older brother as Taka admired the ship without words.

“What her name?” Taka asked finally, in that voice of his that was half dreaming, half awake excitement and Ryou grinned.  Because of course the ship had an official name - but  - Ryou always named his ships private names he never shared, a secret promise between just the two of them, an intimacy that only Taka was allowed into when he piloted one of them. 

“Little Magpie.”

Taka turned his head with a laugh, edges of his eyes wrinkling, and Ryou grinned back.

“Little Magpie,” his twin repeated softly after a moment, looking back at the ship with love.

The ship that would travel to the edge of the solar system, as far as mankind had ever dared reach and then come safely back home.  A bridge across the distance of space.  And the Shirogane brothers were going to make it there.  Together.

Ryou wasn’t the pilot his brother was.  No one was.  But Ryou had a way with machines that was as close to love as human hands could carve and when the twins had joined the Garrison, Taka’s path had gone up and Ryou’s had gone down.  Down into the depths of tangling wires and piping, down into circuits and motherboards and air tubes and compressors, down into the dark depths of ships where welding was a melody and the groan of plastic and ceramic and steel was a deep whale’s song of harmony or warning.  While Taka had been busy knocking every single flight simulation to ribbons because it couldn’t keep up with him, Ryou had been twisting and adjusting and simply creating things that the Garrison had never dreamed for its ships.  They’d both graduated with highest honors.  The averted Venus disaster they both wore woven into the ribbons on their dress uniform’s chest had been Taka’s impossible piloting to get them in and Ryou’s spit and bubble gum save of the giant gas drilling platform’s orbital decompressor.  And, while Ryou hadn’t been along for the Io Miracle, he’d been the one that had just recently installed the changes to the stabilizers in the ship that Taka had piloted in and saved the plunging research station workers with.  The Garrison, the conglomerates that ran the Garrison, knew when they had not one but two geniuses inhouse and, young or not, still untried in so many ways or not, there was no end to the possibilities they provided for the twins. Takashi Shirogane was a rising star - but he was binary, because Ryou rose just as fast on the opposite horizon.  Ryou even had his own team, the pride of a real, honest to God, own team, that answered to no one but him, that he was entirely responsible for, and more projects to chose from for the whole of them than he could ever hope to complete.  The private sector was hungry for him too but -

but Taka was with the Garrison - and Ryou couldn’t imagine leaving his brother behind and going elsewhere.

He couldn’t imagine creating ships his twin wouldn’t make dance like dragonflies on the surface of a stormy pond like love given physical form.

And now they were going to Kerberos.  Taka - and the ship Ryou had helped build just for him.  Just for this mission.  That he’d poured every advance he could think of, every safety feature, every gift of speed and grace and power and strength he could pour into every inch of it, down to the smallest torque of a bolt.  His team wasn’t the only team that had worked on the ship - but Ryou had gone over ever inch of it until he was satisfied.  The shuttle was his ship and his brother was going to take it into the pages of history. It was the greatest gift he could give his twin.  So far.  He had more plans -  but first, Kerberos.  Taka turned eyes that held stars in them already, on him and his smile said it all.  They were laughing when they hugged, twins about to punch their way right through the impossible into forever.

Five months later, Ryou was in the command center when the feed from Little Magpie went dead. 

The ship he’d sent his only brother into space in. 

The ship he’d built to keep their dreams alive. 

The ship he’d told his brother would never fail him.


The entire mission control crew waited a full forty-eight hours - hoping…

But Little Magpie never spoke again.

Me on a date
  • Me: Do you watch Shadowhunters?
  • Them: yes!
  • Me: OMG did you see Malec in the new promos???
  • Them: I don't ship malec
  • Me: that's weird, but I guess it's impossible to assume EVERYONE loves Malec. Or that people ship anything at all
  • Them: Oh no I ship Alec with someone else
  • Me: Who? Meliorn? Simon? Raphael?
  • Them: Clary
  • Me: ......
  • Me: *shoves breadsticks in purse* yeah I'm gonna have to go...
  • husband, comes into the room, sees me drawing reylo: you're shipping them again.
  • me: hush. you should ship them too!
  • husband: DEATH TO THEM BOTH!
  • me: psh please. you should totally ship them! IT IS POSSIBLE IN THE STORY! I CAN GIVE YOU SO MANY METAS!
  • husband: you fanfictioners are intense. *continues to stare while i paint*

Time to elaborate and honestly, I feel like I’m gonna cry because I fell in love with The Halcyon and its vibrant characters (except for Chef and D'Abberville). The characters were so different and so developed, it was impossible not to love them and to ship all the ships. The costume design and the music were breathtaking. The representation and the diversity on the show was much-needed, I’m so disappointed and honestly pissed off at ITV for not giving the show another chance. It performed decently well considered the time block it was given. Honestly I’m heartbroken that we won’t get to see where the characters go from the end of the series one finale.

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That’s because Jack is talented, funny, charismatic, beautiful Irish man. I love you. I’m happy that you’re my friend.

Me and Felix are very good friends and I’m very, very happy about that.

anonymous asked:

no one ever said it was a complete impossibility they were dating. i've never shipped it and i've always accepted the fact that they could be dating. i'm just against shipping real life people (for a multitude of reasons that i can explain if u want). at this point i think it's likely that they're dating but honestly why does it matter? if they're happy together, great! if they're happy w other partners that is also great.

except there have legitimately been people who have repeatedly pushed the ‘straight and platonic’ agenda onto people who respectfully enjoy and discuss the concept of them being in a romantic relationship. those are the kind of people who that post was targeted at. it wasn’t targeted at people who have a mindset similar to yours because i completely understand that some people might not be down with the concept of phan for whatever their own reasons may be. everyone is entitled to their own opinion and their own views and i respect that. when it all boils down to it, i’m happy as long as dan and phil are happy, regardless of their relationship statuses

so here’s what I’ve been getting and yep, I am weak.  So here’s part two (and the last part) of our Ryou In Spaaaace saga.  I hope you enjoy it, gang.  Or as I used to say ‘o best beloveds and gentle readers’.

part one for anyone that needs it


Ryou was scared.

He’d never been so scared in all his life, not even close.

And when Ryou got scared, he got angry.

In a way, the fact that all of this was so surreal helped. Everything had taken on a vague dreamlike quality, no, nightmare, and it helped him compartmentalize.  He’d never been as good at that before as his twin had been but - he’d watched the best do it and he had motivation to learn fast.  

Outside the crowd roared, like a wave crashing against rocks, sound receding a little but never going away entirely and bound to rise again.  Ryou hated that sound, and, at the moment, he hated every single throat it came out of, terror and frustration needed an outlet that was safe for him to feel.  Hate he could use, hate gave him singular focus - and he could discard hate when it didn’t suit him anymore.  Terror and frustration though - those were traps and he knew if he let himself realize they were there, they’d consume him.  So anger and hate it was and his hands, already battered and raw knuckled, clenched at his sides.

How had it come to this?

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Like many–I was there during the Zutara vs Kataang wars. Years down the road I finally decided to get back into the series and attempt to rekindle my love for it. Due to being shamed for my shipping preference by the creators themselves and fans, I sort of let my love for Zutara die. Thanks to my significant other and her found love for it, I found myself loving it just as I had when I was younger. Soooo being on the Zutara side of the shipping spectrum, I of course paid a visit to that tag first, before anything else. I read posts by the wonderful people of tumblr and found out all these years later that seeing something there wasn’t just part of my imagination. That it WAS going to be canon and…idk seeing that makes me feel validated again??

Like from the beginning I was always accepting that Katara would end up with Aang, in fact–I saw it coming and was never hopeful or even thought that Zutara would be end-game in a million years. I wasn’t spiteful towards Kataangers bc I thought the shipping wars were dumb in the first place….

Still, there was a chance and somehow, even though it DIDN’T happen in the end? I still feel like that sort of DOES make it canon in its own way?

So in the end both sides of the shipping war kind of won? IDK. I was never one of the bat-shit insane Zutarian’s who threatened to take their lives over the ship… Nor did I cry and rage at Bryke. The only time Bryke made me feel a bit upset at them was when they immediately started disrespecting a huge portion of their own fanbase, MOCKING them and poking fun at how terrible the Zutara ship was and how it was impossible.

Thinking back on it–Now that I’m not just a teenaged fangirl and I dabble in writing myself? Calling anything in your own story impossible? It’s a sign of your incompetence when it comes to writing. Seeing the bad writing in the LoK ( which I still did like but feel it could never surpass its predecessor series ) proved that to me.

I’m sorry but as a lesbian myself? The way the K/o//rra///s/a//mi pairing was played out and claimed to be a thing from the beginning was total BS to me. I felt like it was a sad attempt to cover up inconsistencies and bad story telling, shoving a pairing in our face and claiming it was planned from the start so that we’ll be happy because OMG THEY TOTALLY WENT THERE!!!!

So I guess I wrote this all just to say? I’m happy. Happy that in some alternative version of the story that the amazing Aaron Ehasz allowed our babies to end up together. That in SOMEONES eyes, Katara wasn’t just a prize to be won. She wasn’t just “the avatars girl”. She didn’t SUDDENLY figure everything out in such a short amount of time and decide that Aang was the ONE for her even though she’d previously JUST claimed she was confused and unsure.

That in some alternative world, there was going to be some build up and not just ‘omg zuko ilu lmao’. A real love story–Something Bryke seems incapable of writing. SIGHS.

Sometimes I wish that Bryke would give him the rights to add that season he’d been planning.. They could even claim it to be non-canonical if that’d make them more comfortable. It could be a netflix exclusive and everything but it would definitely breathe new life into the beloved series and let everyone be happy. I know they won’t and it’s impossible given what they set in stone—but it’s a nice dream. LOL.

Still even if it never happens. Zutara WAS canon in several of the writers and artists true vision and that’s good enough for this fan.

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alrighty!! i just completed my first prompt!! this is for @boldlydeepestcheesecake , who requested lance giving himself up to the galra in order to save keith! i hope u enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!!


Their helmets were long gone, making communicating with each other impossible. Shiro, Pidge and Hunk had been separated from them during the fight. Keith had been captured. And Lance?

He was lost. So lost.

He was as far into the Galran ship as he figured he could make it. The sounds of running druids rang loudly in his ears, adding to the headache ebbing its way into his brain. He crouched lower when he heard voices coming his way, and held his bayard out as steadily as he could given the circumstances. However, it didn’t seem to be enough, and two druids spotted him.

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anonymous asked:

Okay shit you love Steve? Like fuck yes, my baby. Buff Steve or preserum!steve? What's with Stucky? Steggy? Steve×Peggy×Bucky? Which uniform? Stony? I have so many questions xD please ignore me if you don't want to get into a lengthy discussion about my punkrock baby fighter. And like Chris Evans? What about Chris? Like do you love him as much as Stevie? Sexuality headcanons? Ugh, I need someone to talk xD okay bye -TJ

((OOC: Right sit down because it’s story time motherfuckers. 

Its impossible to pick between preserum and buff Steve, I love them both although in very different ways. 
I ship both Stucky and Steggy (because Steve is bisexual af lets just face it, Straight men don’t look at each other like this:

In my personal head cannon Bucky is the one great love of Steves life. He protected him, provided for him, loved him and in return Steve loved him back. Obviously it wasn’t accepted back then so they both hid it from the rest of the world. Bucky dated too much to compensate but it was always Steve that he cuddled up to at the end of the night.

The the war came and everything went to shit… Enter the second gorgeous brunette: Peggy Carter. She filled the hole that Bucky left and allowed Steve a chance to be happy again. Bucky coming back didn’t change the way he felt about Peggy (I imagine this being vaguely similar to the fact that Sirius’ return didn’t change the way Remus felt about Tonks) and in my head Bucky and to accept that Steve wasn’t the same person and most importantly wasn’t His any more (*cries forever*)  

Bucky’s ‘death’ changes Steve’s perspective on everything and he goes from ‘I don’t want to kill anyone’ to ‘I’m not going to stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured’…. Skip forward 70 years and Steve has Bucky back but by this point they are two entirely different, broken people… cue years of learning to love and allowing themselves to be healed by the other all over again. 


I go through phases of shipping Stony however thats a relationship that in my head is purely physical rather than emotional. They are the antithesis of each other and while constant arguing wouldn’t work in a relationship it definitely makes for pretty great sex. 

also yES I also love Chris Evans 

Bloody hell that was long winded, I’m so sorry XD I just want to point out though that these are just my own personal views and I’m well aware that people have completely different views)) 

anonymous asked:

I've been shipping Bughead since I was a little kid reading the comics and I honestly never thought I would ever see anyone else shipping them. But now words can't even describe how excited I am! Even though there are lots of people who will try to bring the ship down and talk badly about it, I've been waiting 10+ years for this! It's so nice to know there are other people out there who have loved this seemingly impossible ship too!

Wow that’s amazing! I can’t imagine the satisfaction you must feel. You said it all anon! :) 

I’m honestly so happy that this ship has such a great camaraderie. All of you seem so lovely! <3 

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we were built to fall apart, then fall back together

terrible headcanon time that whenever scott and stiles die, they’d end up in the white room and allison would be there waiting for them, aH H A  H   A;;; i’ll just see myself out 

i don’t know what i’ve been doing art-wise these past couple things but w/e!!! it’s simple and i’m mostly just fucking around to try and get out of this block i’ve been in;;;

anonymous asked:

You Gochi fans are just attention hungry and plain stupid. It's not our fault you ship two horrible characters that has zero chemistry and nobody supports them. That's why you just have few shitty fillers in dbz and zero merchandise.

Dear anon, sorry for the late reply. As you see, I’ve a life and a job and even working to get a master degree.

So, its almost impossible to keep track of mails and even unnecessary for me to reply to nonsensical asks like you send. 

But this is the last time I’ll spare to enlighten your ignorant ass.

There are already wonderfully detailed posts about what Toriyama said and you’ll find them in my old blog. Check the link in my faq here. I’ll reblog them here too but not right now.

As well for about what you said about Goku, I can clearly see that you’re just here as a casual fan and lapping up whatever trash you find here in this cesspool of a fandom here, youtube, reddit, etc. You have never even seen the real manga, let alone buy and read it.

Or maybe you’re just too dumb. Feel free to ask any Japanese fans about their opinion since you dont even understand the manga yourself. Also read established or upcoming mangakas and illustrators and find out why a staggering number of them loves Goku.

Check out polls from old anime magazines like animage, newtype or get your hands on older copies of WSJ (tho I feel you wont since youre a miser and doesnt even support the mangaka of the work mentioned. Instead go through stupid memes and fan made videos and think them as canon). 

And even online polls too. I have even managed to screencapped the largest anime/manga voting polls by Japanese fans for 2016 and 2017 of TAAF (Tokyo Anime Award Festival) - http://animefestival.jp/ja/post/4695/

I’ll have also made posts relating to your queries. Just look them up in my blog later, theyre in queue.

P.S. whatever you’re seeing in dbs relating to any OTPs are all fillers. Except battle of gods movie and the manga part of Goku loving his strong-willed wife.

Just enjoy your OTP without being a stupid ass 😕

Surreal

It was the night,
That your name found a home in the
Drum beat of my chest.

The first night,
In a long list of nights that I found pleasure in the conversation,
Instead of in a position.
Found a smile amongst the dust of things I hadn’t worn in forever,
And that I’m not as smooth as I think
When I am stutter stepping
My way through melting,
At how beautiful you were.

That night,
You were gorgeous.

You were endless lifetimes
Wrapped in a moment of everything
On my hearts playlist.
Putting my soul on shuffle,
And the way you steal my breath on repeat.
As if every night,
Is your way of reminding me how many
Ways you have loved me.

I love you too.

From your insecurities
To your imperfections.
The way you laugh
To the ways you make me smile.
Your anxiety,
That opens doors
You’ve never wanted unlocked.
To your brightness,
Your warmth,
Your everything;
That takes my nightmares,
My scars,
My walls,
My every last bit of my darkest parts of me.

And loves them.

That night,
You were beautiful;
Finding comfort in a monster.

To a shipwrecked soul,
You were my lighthouse.

My strongest sail,
And I just want to give you
The most reliable vessel to carry you
Anywhere you want to go.
Your heart,
My destination.
We can discover places that
Young love couldn’t find.
Sail across stars on seas of your dreams,
My dreams,
And the rhythm of heartbeat waves.
Love is in the air,
And it’s direction is endless.

Call it impossible,
But even this sinking ship found its way
To the safety of your shore.

And tonight,
I’m watching the sun set behind your eyes
Long after the days gone.
Waiting for us to drift away together.
Today’s adventure is over,
Wonderful as always.

But tonight,
You are beautiful.
Endless.
Loved.

why agonize over who of them to ship together when you could just ship scott/stiles/malia/kira together instead (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

got rather lazy at the end and just threw some stuff around but oH WELL

anonymous asked:

I love almost every ship in voltron like??? There're all beautiful and amazing and than there's just....k/acne. The shippers are so bad to people? (Not all of them of course) And it's impossible for me to enjoy the ship without correlating it with all the hate seeping from the fandom now

I FEEL YOU ANON g od,,, hell like i really wanna enjoy kl//ance but then i Remember why i dont ship it……..

i just want both of them to win and go to nationals is that too much to ask for??

Colour and Meaning

((part of the Little by Little AU))

Sabine watched the setting sun, and contemplated the future. It wasn’t something she did often. Oh, she planned, that was unavoidable, but if she could get away with it, she tried to not think about what life would have in store for them all. She couldn’t get away with not thinking about it.

  Any oath required careful consideration of what it meant and why it was being sworn. And given that she was creating her own rituals, she couldn’t rely on previously-established forms and symbols. Everything had to come from her alone.

  Colour gave her direction, and a place to start.

  Red was for family, and blood, and the sun setting in front of her.

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