like a lion :p

anyway since the op was a shaladin, i’m going to reiterate the same thing in my own words. i can’t wait for shiro to return to his spot as the black paladin/pilot of the black lion. as someone who is traumatized and has ptsd, it’s been so nice to see the writers and majority of this fandom acknowledge that shiro is a great leader to the team. 

ever since the lion switch, he (and allura) have both felt demoted within their narrative arcs, and everyone else says that’s a good thing because he finally gets to “rest”. while i’m all for shiro resting and taking care of himself mentally and physically, now when people say they want shiro to rest, it usually means that people just want him on the side lines and not back in a leadership position at all and only supporting the team instead of being an active member in stopping the organization that had traumatized him. being a paladin has given him a purpose, being the black paladin has made him feel stronger, strong enough to face his captors head on with a scowl and glowing arm and all, and shiro still has so much insight and room to grow as a leader because he’s not perfect. he’s still relatively young, he’s traumatized, and dealing with a majority of people out of his age range. 

shiro exposing himself willingly to fighting against those who have traumatized him so badly a year of his life went missing and he gets painful flashbacks and other symptoms is so important.  coming face to face with his abusers is so empowering because that’s how you do get better. coming face to face with your fears, your struggles. usually it’s done in small increments through therapy, but shiro is out in space and fighting for not only the entire universe, but himself as well. 

basically all i’m saying is that shiro is a good black paladin and a good leader, and i can’t wait for when he’s officially able to go back into the black lion. he is the true black paladin.

ok so this post has given me some Thoughts so now i kinda just wanna take a moment to speculate on how this power even works

  • teleportation itself is probably linked to the wings of the black lion
    • we see the black lion teleporting during the flashback in ep 7, after the wings are shown for the first time
    • the first time we see the black lion teleport with shiro is when the wings are activated as well
  • this is also probably how shiro got his bayard back from zarkon in the first place 
  • however the only instances of teleportation we’ve seen so far are instances with both the paladin and lion teleporting together
    • maybe because voltron was formed at that particular moment, black was only able to teleport shiro?
  • what reason did black have to teleport shiro away in that moment?
    • shiro was still in his lion up until the final explosion, so it wasn’t like zarkon was trying to wrench his connection away like before

this is such a cool concept that hasnt really been touched on a lot so feel free to add on with more thoughts

meme64  asked:

aaaa ok ohmygoshijustgotta say. this is a really rad blog and im prob really late with everything cuz im just getting into this fandom and may i just say, u have v vvvvv good character sense. -could u do a Black Lion being a bro w Shiro? like they're p chill. idk im strange. its ok if u cant lol- THANK U FOR EXISTING BTW

aghh thank you so much for such a lovely message!! :) i really hope this text kind of does what you were requesting lmao! 

SHIRO IS THE BEST HYPE MAN THO TBH

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infinitelystrangemachinex  asked:

OBI DOING THE KOREAN BOW THIGH THING. SHIRAYUKI'S REACTION. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR FATE, JOANNA.

Authors note: This video cannot encapsulate how hot the “Korean bow thigh thing” can be, but here’s a link in case you’re confused about the description. Note that this is not the same as a traditional bow - the one linked is fiberglass and the one in the fic is a traditional horn bow (which requires a lot more strength to string). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPG3z9I-rh4



“That’s too much!” Shirayuki exclaims, eyes wide as he hands her a longbow taller than she is.

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anonymous asked:

Can lance even pilot the red lion ???? Didn't we establish at the beginning of the series he's not a great pilot and like the red lion is the most difficult to pilot ????¿¿¿?

im p sure theyre gonna explain more about the lions??? and the whole thing??? maybe lance is capable of controlling red we dont know!

Kitten

Joker x Reader

Hi guys, this is my first fanfic ever so i hope you like it, feel free to tell me what you think

Well hello Batsy,” said the man with green hair, a wicked smile crossing his face as his favorite bat appeared in the abandoned warehouse. “To what do I owe the pleasure this time?” he laughed. His laugh was haunting, intimidating, and yes so alluring.

The man dressed in black armor stood there with a stern face, “Where is she Joker?” he growled in a low voice.

“I don’t know who you are referring to,” Joker smirked.

“Don’t play games with me Joker, I know you took her.” The bat said through clenched teeth.

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You hear voices coming from the other side of the door you were tapped behind. You wanted to scream but the cloth over your mouth prevented you from doing so. You were a little out of it and your head was swimming and you felt dizzy, “was I drugged?” you asked yourself. You try to move your hands but wince at burn from the rope tied around your wrists.

“Give her back,” an angry voice shouted.

‘What is she to you Batsy? I’ve seen you two together quite a lot. Is she your little play thing? Come on bats, you can tell me,” the other man laughed hysterically.

You hear a loud bang and wonder what’s going on out there, you lean over and fall to your side and look through the crack under the door. You see Joker on the ground with one hand on his cheek and using the other to push himself to his knees but not before he catches your gaze and grins wickedly. That grin is terrifying. You felt tears start to well up in your eyes.

“She’s not here Batsy Boy, but you better find her soon,” Joker said.

Your eyes widen in fear that your Batman was going to leave, “He’s lying! I’m right here! Don’t go!” you scream in your mind but it’s useless.

You’re head is pounding as you try to sit up; you need to make some noise so let him know you’re in here. You’re too focused on trying to figure a way out to hear the conversation unfolding. By the time you get back to a sitting position and are about to ram your shoulder into the door it opens suddenly, resulting in you falling hard on to the cold concrete. You look up and your eyes dart around frantically. You see Joker chuckling to himself; your heart is pounding so fast and so hard it starting to hurt.

“How sad, it looks as though your friend has left and you didn’t even get to say hello,” he says with a terrifying smile. “Well my dear, it’s time to go. We must leave before the bat finds out I sent him on a wild goose chase,” he laughed as he hoisted you over his shoulder. You tried to struggle but whatever he did to you earlier was making you feel weak, a sudden wave of exhaustion rolled over you and you drifted off before you were even carried through the front door.

When you awoke again you were in a dark room, the only source of light came from the window next to you. You look around the room when he steps into the soft cascade of moonlight. You realize your hands are no longer tied and your mouth isn’t covered anymore. “Where am I?” you ask weakly, your voice a little hoarse. You try to sit up but you still feel a little weak and can’t support the weight so you fall back onto the bed that you’re laying on.

“Don’t worry about things like “where” or “why” because it doesn’t matter,” he said as he sat on the bed next to you, he helped you sit up and put his hand behind your back to keep you upright. You involuntarily leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder.

You look up a bit and catch a glimpse at Jokers face; he’s looking right at you with an expression you can’t quite place, and to be honest it makes you feel a little uncomfortable. You stare at his facial features, his smile which was normally terrifying was almost kind but it still scared you, his blue eyes looked down straight into yours and you blushed.

“So, what exactly are you to the bat?” he asked, snapping you out of your daze, you realize his face was just inches from yours which made you blush more. You tried to look away but you couldn’t. “Hmm?” he inched closer.

“I-I don’t know…” you manage to squeak out.

He narrowed his eyes at you and you trembled under his intimidating glare.

“Lying isn’t very nice little girl,” he growled. “I’ve seen you with him multiple times.”

You cower a bit at the horrifying tone his voice held. “He’s m-my dad, not biological though, he adopted me after my mom died and since my dad abandoned my mom before I was born I had nobody so he took me in,” you whimpered.

The Jokers eyes widened in surprise for a moment then he threw his head back and laughed that haunting laugh of his, his metal teeth shining in the light. “Oh this is rich, I took the bats kid,” he laughed harder. “Here I thought you were just his really young girlfriend, but you’re the damn bats kid,” he held his side as he laughed.

“Will you let me go..?” you asked quietly, trying not to anger him.

“Will I let you go? Hmm, tempting, but no. You’re worth way more than some broad. I think I’ll keep you. Plus I could use some eye candy around here,” he said and grinned as his face inched closer to yours, his lips were so close to yours you could feel his breath as he spoke.

You tried to back away but he pulled you closer, crushing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened with shock, you wanted to get away, you needed to, but you couldn’t. There was something about the way that he kissed you that made you feel as though you were melting, you couldn’t resist anymore, you finally closed your eyes and gave in to the sensation of kissing the insane man.

He finally broke the kiss and backed away slightly. Your eyes were glazed over and your head was swimming. He looked at you and smiled for a brief moment as if he found something amusing. “That shade looks good on you,” he laughed.

You were confused for a minute when you realized his blood red lipstick was smudged a bit and you blushed. You looked down so he couldn’t see your face, you were so embarrassed. You flex your fingers a bit finally beginning to regain some strength.

Joker leans over to peer at your still blushing face, and you turn your head more. He lets out a low growl and grabs you by your jaw, pulling you to look at him again. “Don’t turn away from me,” he growls and licks his lips. His eyes are cutting straight through yours, the look on his face is terrifying and you start to tremble under his gaze. He grins wickedly at your reaction and licks his lips once more; looking at you like a hungry lion looks at his prey.

“P-please let me go J-Joker…” you stutter as he inches closer to you. You flex your fingers some more.

Joker lets out a low growl and you cower slightly. “I already told you no. Don’t ask again or you might make me angry kitten.”

“W-Why did you take me?” you whimper.

“You ask a lot of questions little girl. You see Batsy is fun to mess with and I was bored so I needed something to do. That’s when I saw you. No more questions. Daddy doesn’t like it,” he glares at you and pushes you back onto the bed.

You look up at him terrified of what he might do. He looks at your horrified expression and laughs.

“Oh, yes. I didn’t get your name doll,” he says as he inches his face closer to yours. When you don’t respond he growls and grabs your jaw.

“I don’t like being ignored kitten,” he snarls.

“(Y/N)…” you say quietly, your voice trembling slightly.

“(Y/N),” he purrs. You look at him when he saws your name.

‘The way he said my name..was kind of sexy…’ you think to yourself. ‘Where the hell did that thought come from? He kidnapped you, you idiot,’ you shake your head.

He looks at you trying to figure out what you’re thinking. You look up at him and see his perplexed expression.

“W-what?” you ask.

“What are you thinking about?” he looks into your (E/C) eyes; you stare back into his piercing blue orbs and can’t seem to look away. His glare is so intimidating, almost hypnotic, but oh so beautiful.

“You have pretty eyes..” you say softly causing his glare to intensify. You cower slightly but still can’t seem to take your eyes off of his.

“I asked you a question kitten, don’t make me repeat it,” he growls.

“I-I was thinking about how I liked the way you said my name..” you stutter. This causes him to laugh.

“Oh? You like it when daddy says your name? Little (Y/N),” he grins.

You blush softly and nod your head.

He grabs your throat a little tightly and you gasp, “Oh little kitten, we’re going to have some fun. But I have some business to attend at the moment so be a good girl and behave while I’m gone,” he says and pushes you back down onto the bed roughly. He walks out of the room locking the door him. You wait a few minutes and crawl off the bed, your legs a little shaky. You go to the door and try to jiggle the handle. ‘Damn it, he locked me in.. I have to get out of here, dads worried about me,’ you think to yourself.

You walk over to the window slowly and smile when you see that’s its unlocked. That smile slowly fades once you see that you’re on the third floor, it fades even faster when you see a guard standing outside beneath your window.

You look around the bedroom trying to find something you can use to escape, you decide to tie some sheets together as some kind of makeshift rope, it’s going to be a little short but you think you should be fine. ‘Now what about that stupid guard’ you look around and find a small table lamp. ‘That’ll work’ you think as you unplug the lamp smirking slightly.

You go back to the window and open it quietly; you hold the lamp out the window and aim it above the guards head. “Hey stupid!” you shout and drop the lamp. The guard looks up annoyed; the lamp hits him on the head effectively knocking him out. You giggle slightly and tie the end of your sheet rope to the bed frame and toss the other end out the window, you quickly shimmy down the rope. Once you come to the end of the rope you’re about twenty feet away from the ground. ‘Great. Just great’ you sigh. You let go and brace for impact, luckily you landed the guard you knocked out. It still hurt but at least he cushioned your fall. You flick his head and he twitches, ‘well, at least I didn’t kill him,’ you giggle. You get up and dust yourself off, your leg hurts but you don’t care, you need to get out of there. You look up at the window and see Joker. And boy does he look pissed. You grin up at him and flip him off; he doesn’t like that very much. You turn and start to run as you hear him call for his men to come catch you. You sprint as fast as you can until you’re out of breath, you’re panting for breath as you look for somewhere to hide, and you decide to hide behind some dumpsters by and abandoned building.

You’re there for a few minutes catching your breath when you hear footsteps. You hold your breath and hope they don’t find you, ‘come on! Go away. I’m so close!’

Someone grabs you from behind and you scream.

“Hello, Kitten.” Joker says in your ear. He sounds pissed. You gasp he snakes his hand around your throat and squeezes. You grab his arm and try to pull his hand away but he’s stronger than you, your vision is getting blurry and you’re losing strength in your grip on his arm.

“Goodnight little (Y/N),” he whispers in your ear right before everything goes black.

6

      i still don’t ᴄᴀʀᴇ,
                                ‘cause if you ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ʏᴇᴛ,
                                           you’ll know that i’m not your ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ, your ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ.
      'cause i know i ʟɪᴇ,
                                  and baby, would it ᴋɪʟʟ you to try,
                                            won’t go until you’ve ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇ.

anonymous asked:

Why are you all ignoring lion's gf (P?) in all of this lmao like full offence but I'm so much like P and have had all the same experiences and done the same stuff and deffos encouraged men who aren't into bdsm to take part in it in the past and I read her post and actually cried cos it's like reading about my own life except I'm not lucky enough to have gotten help to escape and I literally would never ever speak about it openly on my blog cos you're all just DESPERATE to condemn women lmao

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New Arrivals: Plath, Sylvia. FIVE EARLY APPEARANCES IN SEVENTEEN MAGAZINE - 1950-1953.

After receiving 50 rejection slips from an assortment of publications before a single piece of her creative writing was accepted, Plath was informed during her final term in high school that Seventeen would publish her story “And Summer Will Not Come Again” in their August, 1950 issue. The magazine would be the first mainstream publication where Plath’s poetry and short fiction would be exposed, printing her work on eight occasions between 1950-1953. 

Her contributions in the present group include “Ode to a Bitten Plum,” “a short, Keats-inspired poem in which the narrator, contemplating a plum, decides its seed represents more abstract concepts like time and eternity” (November 1950, p.104); “Den of Lions,” a story based on her failed love affair with a boyfriend while attending Smith College (May 1951, p.127, 144-145); “It’s All Yours” (story, October 1952, p.76, 100-104); “The Suitcases Are Packed Again” (poem, March 1953, p.91); and “Carnival Nocturne” (poem, April 1953, p.127). An attractive and uncommon group of early appearances.