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All of the Katie interviews I could find, zoomed in on her face with bleeping when necessary.

Hope y’all enjoy ✌️

A family selfie, based off one of my family selfies!!! lmaoooo
fun fact, characters are posed as the family member who would pilot their respective lion. bonus points if you can guess who I am :3c

i’ve gotten so caught up in wondering which would be better, pidge staying the tiniest or somehow managing to get taller than keith, when i should have realized:

all the kids getting taller but keith, eventually leaving keith and pidge at the exact same height & still shorter than everybody else, is clearly the best possible outcome here

pidge is so upset because she thinks she’s gonna end up taller than keith but she doesn’t get any taller and she’s so let down

keith is so upset because he can’t be as short as pidge, that’s fucking bullshit

coran is so upset because his number system is out the fuckin window

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So. Here’s some art and a fic I’ve been holding onto for…about a year. I’ve been too nervous to post it anywhere because I don’t write, but my chances to post are running out so now or never! 

This is my take on why and how Keith knew Shiro when they met in the first episode. There weren’t many stories like this when I wrote it but I’m sure there are alot now but whatever, just take it. This follows the main scenes of the first episode, with some added details/headcanons and flashbacks added into the mix. Oh, and male pronouns for Pidge because this is from Keith’s early perspective. Beta’d by my lovely friend @x-i-l-verify~

This is also written in a completely platonic light. I love Keith and Shiro as surrogate brothers of sorts, and the team as a family, so if you reblog…

Please don’t tag any ships on this! Thank you!

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steadily emerging with grace
a 6k clizzy sirens au

“Wait, what does that even mean? To be a siren?” Clary asks.

“You have divinity in your veins,” Isabelle says.

anonymous asked:

So I'm not the writing god but how about junior breaking something and making kent mad

“I’m telling you, it’s perfect!” Kit followed Kent from the kitchen, and when he paused to listen to whoever was talking on the other end of his phone, she meowed at him for attention. He flopped down on his couch and bent down to scoop her one-handed onto his lap. Scratching behind her ears, he continued his conversation. “It looks just like the one we broke when we were kids. Mom’s going to love it!”

Kit hadn’t noticed it at first, but now a small, glass figurine that was sitting on top of Kent’s coffee table, surrounded by crumpled newspaper caught her eye. After a moment, she realized it was supposed to be a faceless woman holding a baby. Silently, Kit scoffed; it would be better if it was a small statue of a cat.

She closed her eyes, letting Kent’s voice blend in with the rest of the background sounds, slowly soothing her to sleep. However, the sudden intrusion of a wet nose and dog breath in her face pulled her back to reality. Junior had his worn, tennis ball in his mouth, but he dropped it on the floor. “Can I snuggle too?” Junior asked excitedly, his tail wagging furiously behind him.

“No,” Kit said plaintively, pushing his panting face away from her, but Junior was already clambering onto Kent.

“Hang on, Katie, Junior’s trying to climb on me too.” Kent paused to rearrange everyone, which meant that Kit was pushed off so that she was only half on Kent’s lap now while Junior got the other half.

Kit glared at Junior, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Do you think Kent will want to play later?”

“No,” Kit said, still grumpy from being interrupted from her nap.

The doorbell chimed, and Kent had to push both of them off to answer the door. Junior hopped off the couch, picked up the ball in his mouth, and jumped back onto the warm spot that Kent had vacated seconds earlier. Dropping it on the couch, he asked, “Do you want to play?”

“No.”

“Come on, Kit! Please? Play with me?” Junior pleaded. He crouched down on his front paws while his tail continued to wag.

“No.”

“Kit! Please?” he whined.

“Fine,” Kit grumbled because the phrase “giving up” was not in the kid’s dictionary. She swatted dirty ball so that it rolled across the living room. “Go away now.”

Junior took off, racing across the floor noisily. He was back ten seconds later, dropping the slobber-covered in front of Kit. Irritated, she smacked it further this time, but it didn’t deter Junior as he bolted after it again. Kit watched him come back, but it wasn’t until it was too late that she realized that he was running too fast on the hardwood to stop in time.

“Junior, no!”

Junior tried to stop, but he skidded and crashed clumsily into the coffee table with a surprised yip. The delicate figurine that Kent had bought for his mother toppled over the edge to its demise where it broke into fractured pieces. They were both frozen for a panicked moment until Kit finally regained her wits.

“Well, that wasn’t well made at all,” she declared.

“What the fuck!?” Kent exclaimed when he came back into the room. He pulled at his hair as he took in the scene. “Fuck! Mom’s birthday is in three days!” He came around the couch and picked up Junior. “Bad puppy,” he said angrily. Junior flattened his ears and whimpered.

After he checked to make sure Junior didn’t have glass stuck in his paws, Kent took him into the garage. Kit could hear his sad howls from inside the house and she felt bad for the kid until Kent came back and picked her up. “Hey, I didn’t do anything!” she protested, but he didn’t respond, and she ended up in the garage too.

Junior kept up his sad whimpers and howls for a little while longer, but he seemed to wear himself out. Kit watched from the top of the shoe rack as Junior curled up on the scrap of carpet that was by the door. She was miffed that she had gotten dragged into this mess when it wasn’t even her fault.

However, when Junior start to shake and snuffle wetly, she hopped down and made her way over to him. Kit paused, unsure what to do. She put a paw on him. “Kent will get over it. We’ll be back in the house before dinner time,” she reassured, but it only seemed to make the kid cry harder. She curled up around Junior and licked at an ear.

“I–I don’t want to go back,” he sobbed brokenly.

“What? The house?”

“N-no. The shelter!”

Oh. Oh! “Don’t be silly,” she said. “Kent’s not going to take you back to the shelter.”

Junior was silent and Kit thought she’d succeeded in convincing the kid, but then he quietly confessed, “I’ve been taken back before.”

Kit stilled her grooming. “By Kent?” she asked, baffled.

“No, before,” he squeaked. “I– I needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and I didn’t make it in time.”

“So, you peed in the house?”

“On the new carpet!” Junior admitted shamefully. “They took me back the next day and said I wasn’t what they were looking for.”

“Okay, listen,” Kit said forcefully as she sat up. “Kent is not going to take you back to the shelter because you accidentally broke something or pee on the carpet. Trust me. I’ve broken lots of stuff and he’s still kept me around.”

“Really?” Junior asked.

“I’ve pushed his mug off the table because I wanted to see what would happen.”

“What happened?”

“It broke.” She shook her head. “But that’s not the point. You’re part of the family now, and Kent’s not going to get rid of you. You belong here.” Kit could have kept going (it was her best speech yet), but then the door opened and Kent came into the garage.

“Hey buddy, hey princess” Kent said as he pulled Junior and Kit into his lap. “Sorry I yelled. I was a little mad.” He kissed the top of Junior’s fluffy head, and Junior gave him a big lick in return, all previous transgressions forgotten. “Let’s go back in,” he said.

Later, just as Kit was falling asleep, she heard the jingle of Junior’s tags coming up behind her. She braced herself to be rudely awoken again, but instead, he flopped down beside her. “I’ve always wanted a family,” he whispered reverently before laying his head down so that she was tucked under her chin. “A family,” he muttered again before Kit drifted off.

Find more Kit and Junior adventures here!

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