Why is no one talking about how absolutely pure Team Voltron looks when Shiro wakes up after being put in the healing pod???
Everyone was literally so scared because their leader-no their friend has been badly injured and close to death and to top it off he’s twitching in his sleep obviously having reoccurring bad memories so when he finally wakes up everyone is just so glad that he is okay.
Coran is in the background with his mouth open happily like he is relived that the healing pod was able to heal Shiro, of course he knew that but it still makes him happy
Allura as well has a soft opened mouth smile, when the scene beginning we can she her turn to face Shiro her hand seeming to have been on Coran’s back as if giving comfort before hand and now she is happy to see Shiro
Hunk has an expression of pure joy, for heavens sake he has his hand pressed against the healing pod with a mouth open grin just happy to see him back and just overall waiting for him to wake up
Lance kinda has this smug expression that just says “See guys, our Shiro is strong! He can take anything!” his smile is soft but his face says everything the eye one of his eyebrows are quirked in a typical Lance fashion
Pidge looks like their are about to open the pod themselves and give a big hug to Shiro, their mouth is also open wide and their eyes are excited. They literally look like they are gonna lunge before anyone else gets too
And Keith has this soft yet powerful expression, his eyebrows are curved upward making him look relived and his eyes hold so much sentimental value as he stares at Shiro with a soft smile just so damn relived he is back
Basically what I am trying to say is that Team Voltron is one big happy family and they all care about each other a lot and you can pry this from my hold dead hands.
no offense but under no circumstances should you make a gifset of an idol fainting or collapsing on stage. it’s rude, disrespectful, and inconsiderate, no matter what your intentions are. not to mention how uncomfortable it becomes for fans to see their idols in pain over and over and over again.
A week passed without even the smallest hint at the apocalypse. In some ways, Anna was glad Wrath was holding off, but she couldn’t help but want something to happen. The threat of war hung in the air like a coming storm, oblivious to the many humans around them but all too prevalent to Deks and Anna.
She wished Lucifer would give them some news or an all clear or a heads up. A good warning before shit hit the fan would be nice.
She almost began to think the king of Hell forgot about her when one morning, while Deks was making pancakes (in his boxers no doubt), Satan himself walked straight through the door. Literally.
“Are those pancakes I smell?” He asked matterofactly, as if his presence was nothing new, “Serve me a plate.”
Anna played along with a roll of her eyes, fighting back joy for the sake of banter, “Of course, honey. Here’s your newspaper and coffee while I’m at it.”
He swiped the mug of coffee with a shrug and drank it down in a gulp. Peering into the empty cup, Lucifer sighed, “Well that was disappointing.”
“Human food is,” Anna said as she rose to greet him, “It’s good to see you.”
“And you, dear. I suppose I say the same to your pet?” he returned.
“Dearest stepmother, by the time you read this, I will be dead. I understand that you will never have love in your life because of me. So it’s only fitting
that I’ll be denied
that same joy as well. For the sake of kingdom,
I hope my death satisfies
your need for revenge,
allowing you to rule
my father’s subjects
as they deserve
With compassion and a gentle hand. I know what you think
you’re doing is vengeance. I prefer to think of it as sacrifice,
for the good of all. With that in mind, I welcome the end. I want you to take
my last message to heart. I’m sorry, and I forgive you.”
“Refusing joy for the sake of suffering does not help those who suffer. The contrary is true. The world needs people who discover the good, who rejoice in it and thereby derive the impetus and courage to do good. Joy, then, does not break with solidarity. When it is the right kind of joy, when it is not egotistic, when it comes from the perception of the good, then it wants to communicate itself, and it gets passed on.”