MJ: to think of any memorable interaction keith and pidge have

i havent found one

Mer: do they love each other? absolutely


without a third person there, it’s bad

MJ: i think keith and pidge could live in the same apartment for 3 months and not realize the other is there

Mer: they’re perfect roommates, actually

MJ: Pidge is up all night in her room and Keith gets up at 5 am to jog

Hunk leaves to visit his grandparents and they both get takeout and immediately throw it out so they dont notice each others garbage from the same restuarant

Mer: every once in a while dr. and dr. holt mail them a box of vegetables they let rot

MJ: one day Pidge finally wakes up before 2 pm and decides to watch a movie in the living room for a change and Keith is there and they both scream

Mer: they don’t know that when shiro comes over he vacuums for them

keith: “i thought that was the noise from your computer”

MJ: Shiro, in his darkest hour, has thought of getting that place comdemned. then Pidge would finally have to go outdoors

with every partnered queer good omens fan I know whose partner I know to be also a fan I’ve had a conversation that runs “so which one of you is aziraphale and which is crowley”

my deductions are
- a) good omens is queer culture
- b) meme: asking straight couples “which one of you is the complacent not-that-angelic angel and which one is the anxious not-that-demonic demon”

Is this correct?

So Blake and Yang have Yin and Drake.

Ruby and Weiss have Theo and Serra.

Pyrrha and Jaune have Leda, Thalia, Phoebe, Rhea.

Nora and Lie Ren have twins Daniel & Mira and younger sibling Alicia.

Velvet and Sun have March, Julius and Star.


Yin likes March.

Leda likes Daniel.


WeissRabbit created the bumblebabies and the bunana bunch?

Amipiai created the Rosebuds kids.

m-azing created the Arkids. 

Xunnies created the Sloth Jrs. 

*please let me know if any of this is wrong and I’ll correct it.* :)

RWBY Coffee shop AU

Weiss comes into Pyrrha’s coffee shop every morning at precisely 7:15 a.m. After traumatizing all the other baristas, Pyrrha’s the only one Weiss lets make her coffee also she totally wants to bang her.

So Weiss comes in one morning, ready for her medium double shot caramel macchiato with skim and less than half an inch of whip, only to find Pyrrha gone on a weekend getaway with some incompetent layabout who accidentally attended her free women’s self defense course at the rec center.

And instead Ruby’s there to be super freaking awkward and then backsass her when Weiss tries to explain to her exactly what the difference should be between steaming milk for a capuccino and a latte and oh hell no there’s no way she’s gonna make her drink right motherfuckers she has a SYSTEM and RUBY IS NOT A PART OF THAT SYSTEM.

And then it’s the best coffee Weiss has ever had but she can’t admit it because that means Ruby wins and Ruby’s not going to win God dammit, and she doesn’t notice Ruby writing her number on the receipt until she walks out the door.

and in the end she still wants to bang the lady making her coffee

I'd like to think when Pyrrha told Jaune she was pregnant, he passed out each time...

“Jaune, I’m pregnant!….Oh dear. NO! Don’t bang your head on the coffee table!”


Pyrrha holding one year old Leda. “Jaune, I’m pregnant….Oh not again.”


Pyrrha holding two year old Leda and one year old Thalia. “Jaune, we’re going to have another baby!…OH for the love of-”


Pyrrha holding two year old Thalia and one year old Pheobe while three year old Leda clings to her mom’s leg. “Jaune, I’m….are you kidding me?" 


Nem értem apa hogy miért nem húztál anno gumit a farkadra
tudom már akkor sem gondoltál másra csak magadra

és azt sem értem hogy miért pont az a sperma ért célba
és miért nem akadt útjába mondjuk egy tampon cérna

meg azt sem értem hogy mikor elindult a magzatvíz anyám lábain
a nővérek és orvosok miért nem voltak szabin

nem értem hogy miért nem szorult rám a köldökzsinór
ha helyben meghalok akkor járt volna mindenki jól

nem értem hogy miért nem dőlt rám négyévesen
a kétméteres Lego-torony kéménye sem

nem értem hogy tízes éveimbe lépve
miért nem ütött el egy autó a zebrához érve

vagy miért nem mellettem robbant fel az a terrorista férfi
akkor nem kellene mostmár félelemben élni

vagy miért nem támadt rám a városba beszabadult medve
akit nem érdekel más csak a szemetesek nedve

az EKG-m is minek cikázik állandóan össze-vissza
inkább nyúljon egyenesre, haljak meg és soha ne jöjjek vissza

nem arról van szó
hogy én nem szeretek élni
de ha gyümölcs lennék akkor már nem akarnék tovább érni

sajnálom ha kicsit szemérmetlen lett a versem
de én inkább dühből írok minthogy a falat verjem