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The best dreams I have is when I’m a werewolf. No lie.

I have sorta lucid dreamed/trained myself that whenever I start having a bad dream with super scary things in it (either monsters out to kill me or my dad/brother/other abusers). So when they show up, I TURN INTO A WEREWOLF AND DESTROY THEM. SKYRIM STYLE WEREWOLVES.

And then oddly enough, the rest of the dream is just running around through the country, next to nice fields of wheat and cool rivers and just enjoying the night scenery.

But like, as a werewolf.

It’s oddly specific. Wheat and corn fields, rivers with fish in them, and old style country houses, and a full moon at night with all the stars out. Idk but they are always there after the things bothering me are DESTROYED.

I don’t even like, eat them. Most of the time I just pick them up and throw them Team Rocket style into the sky with my big ol WEREWOOF ARMS. REKT.

AWOOOO MOTHERFUCKA.

After watching the new episode of TMNT today

CURSES YOU NICKELODEON YOU MADE ME CRY TWICE AND THAT’S A CRIME! YOU ALSO KILLED RAT DAD TWICE NOW WHY, WHY DO YOU LIKE TO MAKE US SUFFER THIS!!!??? RIP Splinter T 0 T

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Tbh before I knew about the "fate makes people blow up on later loops thing" I had no idea why Hayato was bothered by it at all. I could imagine him like, not studying for a pop quiz, doing it, getting a bad grade, climbing up on his desk and yelling "MY DAD WAS KILLED AND HAD HIS IDENTITY STOLEN BY YOSHIKAGE KIRA" and looping an hour back to cheat on the test over and over until he got an A+

FUCKIGN

IM CRYING

ID HOPE HE’S NOT THAT AMORAL

The way I see it, Prince Lotor could either be a great opportunity for serious drama or just an absolute Team Rocket-style shitty villain, and either way I am 110% ready to see Voltron dropkick him into space.

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Can I be honest with you? Man to man? You know, your mom and me, we always try to treat you kids the same. Always have. Hasn’t always worked, because, well, you’re not all the same.

Scorpius knows exactly who Albus is when they meet in the train carriage. He’s known for years that Harry Potter had a son his age who would probably be in his class at school. He knows that that kid is called Al. He’s seen pictures of him in the paper, of course he has.

Scorpius doesn’t even dare to dream of becoming friends with Harry Potter’s son. He imagines going to Hogwarts and having friends like Harry did, but he doesn’t think for a second that Al would give him any attention. Al is a Potter, and Scorpius is a Malfoy. Gryffindor and Slytherin, most likely, they’ll never even interact.

And then Scorpius is on the Hogwarts express and he hears the carriage door open, and he sees that stunningly familiar Potter face. The green eyes and messy black hair, and his heart stops for a second and he doesn’t know what to do. And Al has no idea who he is, clearly, because he asks to come in. So Scorpius goes out of his way to give Al every opportunity to leave, but he doesn’t. He stays. And he stays. And he stays.

And Scorpius pretends he’s just any other person. Asks what he wants to be called (Albus), offers him sweets, talks to him about Rose. Albus says he’s staying for Scorpius’s sweets, not for him, but still Scorpius has never been happier, and then Albus laughs at the steam coming from his ears as he eats Pepper Imps, and by the end of the train ride they’ve become friends.

That night when they’re lying in beds next to each other in the Slytherin dorm Scorpius can still hardly comprehend it. He’s living in a dream. Not even a dream, because he didn’t dare dream this. This is pure and utter fantasy, the wildest possible reality, and it’s his reality.

Albus Severus Potter is his friend.

Headcanon that after Matt is rescued, he starts travelling the galaxy, fighting on behalf of the rebellion and doing whatever he can to screw over the Galra. But he also develops a habit of picking up souvenirs on each of the planets and moons he lands on - just little stones or leaves or sticks, whatever he can find - whenever he thinks of Shiro or has a moment where he wishes Shiro is with him. He collects and keeps all of these little trinkets in a box that he carries with him, promising himself that one day he’ll get to show Shiro his collection.

Then he and Shiro are finally reunited. Matt brings out the box and explains what it is before handing it over. Shiro thinks it’s adorable that Matt made a little collection for him, but then he opens it up and is absolutely gobsmacked when he looks inside. 

Because the box is filled to the brim and there have to be hundreds or thousands of little rocks and shells and plants and twigs and just so many things from so many planets and this is how often Matt thought of him and this is how much Matt missed him this is physical proof of Matt’s feelings for him and he’s just so overwhelmed he has to put the box down and rest his head in his hands and just breathe because holy god, Matt.

And then Matt has to sheepishly admit that this is just the first box.

So I heard you like Shiro? I’m so proud of myself for actually finishing this and not leving it half-done on my desktop for 6 months (like I usually do~~). PS I know his mouth is uneven (he’s biting his lip, you just can’t tell because I HAVE NOT ZE SKILLZ… oh well).

I recorded this, too, so expect a speedpaint soonish. Enjoy~

Closeup below the cut aww yis:

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