nope not better

Shiro is the only true Black Paladin and no one else comes close

here’s why i’ll never accept anyone else as a permanent replacement for Shiro as Black Paladin:

  • the Black Lion chose Shiro. she had everyone else lined up in front of her, so if someone else (Keith/Lance/Allura/whoever) was a better fit for Black Paladin, Black would have chosen them from the beginning. she didn’t, because Shiro is the best fit for Black Paladin
  • Shiro could fly the Black Lion perfectly from the beginning. he never struggled to pilot her properly, like Keith did in S3, because he’s the true Black Paladin
  • Shiro managed to get the team to form Voltron immediately. even though they pretty much all gave up, Shiro was able to turn things around and get the team to form Voltron. he never struggled the way Keith did in S3 because he’s a born leader whose team follows him without hesitation - just like the Black Paladin needs to be
  • he nailed the nosedive exercise on his first try. even though Coran described it as an “expert level drill”, he was able to do it perfectly and fly Black with ease by bonding with her and looking through the Lion’s eyes
  • he did the Paladin Eye Glow. none of the other current Paladins have done this - even Pidge, who bonded closely with Green in 2x04. even Keith, whose Lion has repeatedly come to save him. Shiro did it TWICE
  • the only other character we’ve ever seen do the Paladin Eye Glow is King Alfor - the OG Red Paladin and the creator of the Lions
  • the Black Lion saved Shiro from the robeast in 1x03. and she saved him again in 2x01. and again on the astral plane when he fought Zarkon
  • Shiro spent the first two seasons fighting for the Black Lion. he refused to let anyone take her and he fought to get her back repeatedly - just like she fought for him and defended him
  • when Shiro went to bond with Black in 2x07, she immediately showed him her history and let him see her memories through her eyes - because she desperately wanted to bond with him
  • Shiro fought Zarkon in the astral plane for the Lion - and won. he understands what it means to be a Paladin better than Zarkon - the OG Black Paladin
  • he was able to use his connection with the Lion to lure Zarkon into a trap at the end of S2. and his lil smug face after he manages it? priceless
  • he brought Voltron back from a complete shutdown in the S2 finale. even though everyone else gave up, Shiro never did
  • he activated the Black Lion’s wings, unlocked her teleporting powers, and stole back the black bayard from Zarkon. and he did it by bonding closely with the Black Lion. and doing the Paladin eye glow AGAIN
  • if Shiro was only ever meant as a temporary Black Paladin, we wouldn’t have seen two seasons of him bonding with Black and being able to see through her eyes, use her wings, or defeat her original Paladin
  • if Shiro was only ever meant as a temporary Black Paladin then several key storylines and plot points from the first two seasons now make no sense or fall completely flat
  • if Keith is supposed to be the “true Black Paladin”, then we should have seen him bond with the Black Lion, see through her eyes, share her memories, and activate her wings. we didn’t because he’s not the true Black Paladin. instead we saw him struggle to even fly Black in a straight line, because she’s not the right Lion for him

the only true Black Paladin is Shiro 

Shiro is the Paladin Black chose from the beginning; the Paladin she trusted and bonded with; the Paladin who was able to see through her eyes and unlock her powers. anyone else is just temporary. Shiro is coming back - and when he does, he’ll fly the Black Lion again. like he was meant to all along.

More about the 10 Things I Hate About You AU:

- Shiro is Keith’s brother. Allura has a massive crush on him but Shiro isn’t allowed to date because his father wants him to focus on getting a football scholarship. 

- He makes a deal with Shiro that he can go to the dance with Allura if Keith gets a date, but Keith has been extremely antisocial since Shiro lost his arm in an accident.

- Allura and Coran make plans to find someone to seduce Keith into going to the dance with them, but everyone is too scared to talk to him. Then finally they ask Lance, who is a self-proclaimed dating expert and claims he can woo anyone. 

- Allura and Coran trick Lotor into paying Lance money to ask Keith out by having Allura flirt with him. 

pearlo  asked:

Yuuri and Victor for playing footsie, please!

THIS REALLY GOT AWAY FROM ME. and by got away from me I mean this got long.


It starts the night Yuuri’s new rink mates invite him and Victor out for dinner. 

They end up at a tapas bar, of all places. Mila had suggested it while lifting Yurio above her head. 

“The small plates are perfect for his tiny hands!”

“I will end you.” Yurio’s feet windmilled through the air as though that would magically provide him leverage.

“Awww, Yura, are you not enjoying the view?”

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I really need krystal ‘sarah manning looks nothing like me lmao love those leda makeup products’ goderitch and alison ‘there’s a giant clone conspiracy on and people are always out to get us but I’d rather host a potluck and throw birthday parties and pretend everything is perfectly normal’ hendrix to meet up and have a denial contest while wearing extreme amounts of pink.

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Emily Prentiss & Paget Brewster quotes, part 2 (one)

Are those whiskers?

Pairing: Wolfstar

Warnings: Drinking, mild smut, all the feels 


Remus was cold, again. Even under his bed covers and surrounded by books. It was as if the transition had sapped the warmth from his body, even days later. He drew the covers closer and tried to ignore the empty feeling in his bones. His eyes were beginning to droop closed, and he might even have fallen asleep if it weren’t for that thumping noise drawing closer and closer.

“YOU!” The dormitory door screeched in protest as it banged open. 

Books and papers slid across his duvet as the curtains of his four poster bed were whipped open.

“Where have you been?! I’ve been looking for you all night!” The deep voice bordered on theatrical. Remus didn’t have to look to know who it was. 

Instead he dived to save the large tome that was about to fall on Sirius’s foot. 

“I think you have the answer to that one Pads, I’ve been here.”

“And what have you been doing here?!” Accused Sirius, unperturbed.

Remus looked about the room, affronted. 

“I thought I’d work on the map…Sirius, have you been drinking?” Questioned Remus, frowning slightly. 

“Of course I’ve been drinking Moons.” Sirius’s voice had become a little throaty, Remus thought. It sounded kind of good.

Sirius swung around the four poster bed, and Remus just about managed to sweep the rest of his books aside before he collapsed on top of the bed, sighing deeply.

Remus was suddenly aware that he was wearing little more than a pair of boxers under the sheets.

“The question is, why weren’t you drinking Moony? You're​ missing the party of the year. I only left because I couldn’t find you.”

Remus concentrated on piling the books onto his bedside table.

“Pads, what party are you talking about?” He said to his nightstand.

Sirius rolled onto his stomach, pushing Remus across the bed and propping up his head on his hands. Remus did his best to ignore the way he could feel Sirius’s warmth at his side, even through the sheets.

“Sirius, what party?” Remus pushed, if only to distract himself.

“What party?!” Sirius’s exclamation turned into a frown, as he fell deep in thought.

“Actually…it was sort of impromptu…” He admitted. “I’m not entirely sure how I got there if I’m honest.” Sirius’s eyebrows knitted together.

An exasperated smile was creeping across Remus’s face. “And…why do you have…I mean, are those cat whiskers?”

Sirius gasped and nodded somberly, drawing himself even closer, so that Remus could see the smudged face paint quite clearly.

“I saw those two Hufflepuffs we tricked into doing our potions essay last week….I needed a disguise.” Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if he expected Remus to be impressed.

Remus couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips. “Yeah, well… they don’t suit you. You’re a dog, remember?” 

Sirius slapped a hand across his face, as if he’d somehow managed to forget this fact about himself. 

“By all means” He smirked, “take them off.” 

Remus smiled, he couldn’t help it. “Maybe I will.” 

He reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a towel and wetting it with his wand. “Stay still.” 

Sirius smirked, pushing back his hair and closing his eyes ceremoniously. 

For a moment the thought flickered across Remus’s mind that it would take just a few centimetres for him to close the gap between their lips. 

Instead he sighed and pressed the towel to Sirius’s face. His free hand drifted to Sirius’s jaw, holding him in place. It was hard not to spread his fingers out, not to slide his hand back and lose it in Sirius’s hair. To pull him forward and…

Remus shook his head and moved to the other cheek, working quickly now. 

When he moved his hand away Sirius followed. Did he imagine that, or did Sirius just lean his face into his cupped palm? Remus stayed frozen, mesmerized by the trust of Sirius’s closed eyes.  

He dropped the towel, and took the liberty of running his fingers across Sirius’s newly clean cheeks. When his eyes flickered open Remus dropped his hands guiltily. 

“All done.”

Sirius smiled. “Back to my beautiful self.” 

Remus’s snort was quickly replaced by a gasp as Sirius rolled over and wriggled under the covers.

Suddenly Sirius’s body was against his bare skin. Sirius was in his bed. Remus tried to control his erratic heartbeat, but he was only wearing boxers and Sirius was in. his. bed. Tingles burned across his skin as an oblivious boy flicked off his shoes and socks. 

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?!” He asked, throwing his head onto the pillow dangerously close to Remus’s face and staring at the ceiling.

“I…I thought our beds were the same.” Muttered Remus weakly.

He was suddenly intensely aware of how the back of his hand was brushing up against Sirius’s.

“Nope, yours is definitely better than mine.” Sirius said decidedly, letting out a contented sigh.

After a few minutes pause, in which Remus tried desperately to control his heartbeat, he broke the silence.

“So…you’re just going to sleep here are you?” He tried to keep his tone light as he stared determinedly at the ceiling.

“If you want me to move…” Sirius yawned, clearly crashing after his busy night, “…you’ll have to make me.” He turned his face towards Remus and closed his eyes, putting out the light with a lazy flick of his wrist.

Remus didn’t want Sirius to go anywhere, so he kept his mouth shut. If he stopped staring at the ceiling and turned his face sideways he would be practically nose to nose with Sirius, and he couldn’t decide if that was a brilliant idea, or a terrible one. Remus closed his own eyes and sighed. There was a comfortable fuzz of warmth and tiredness creeping over them.

The back of Sirius’s hand was still touching his, and one of his legs was now hooked over Remus’s. There was a steady wave of tingles rolling back and forth across Remus’s body, and he thanked Merlin Sirius hadn’t taken any clothes off, because he was pretty sure his body would have exploded.

“You’re drunk.” He murmured, as much for himself as Sirius.

“Not as drunk as you think I am.” Came the low reply.

Remus’s heart leapt, but his mouth couldn’t quite form any words.

Sirius lapsed into a sleepy silence, until, quite naturally, Remus turned his face to the side. Even though his eyes were firmly shut, he could feel Sirius’s hot breath on his lips. Sirius must have felt him too, but he didn’t move an inch. Was he asleep? Was he just drunk?

It was then Remus realized that their fingers had become intertwined. It was subtle, almost accidental, but it couldn’t be a mistake. Could it?

With his heart in his mouth, Remus made the tiniest of movements, dragging his pinky finger in the smallest of circles across Sirius’s skin.

Sirius’s wordless reply came quickly, as he mirrored his movements with his thumb, which had found its way to the top of Remus’s thigh. Nerves and pure excitement coiled in Remus’s chest. Was this really happening? He couldn’t be mistaking these signs.

Still, no words passed between the boys, and Remus stayed frozen to the pillow. But the tension in his chest kept building as the circles Sirius was teasing on his upper thigh grew bigger and bolder. With each circle he knew he couldn’t be mistaking it.

This was it. He had to do it. He wanted to do it, Merlin he wanted to do it so badly.

Hiding behind closed eyes, he inched his lips closer and closer, pulse hammering in his ears. It took almost a full minute until Remus was so close he couldn’t possibly go back. Still, he wasn’t quite sure who closed the gap, but it was happening

Sirius’s lips were soft, teasing. Remus felt the tension in his chest expand into something like euphoria. He was lost in Sirius’s musky smell, the soft feel of his hair, the press of his body, his lips, Merlin his lips. Why hadn’t he been doing this his whole life?

Remus all but moaned in protest when Sirius broke the kiss.

Finally. Merlin, I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you.” Sirius said, his voice deep and raspy.

Remus tried to form words, but Sirius’s hand was travelling along his waist, tugging their hips closer together. What left Remus’s mouth was more like a growl.

Sirius let out a chuckle that was quickly stifled by a kiss as Remus’s hand slid to his face. He leant into the touch, releasing a wave of something excitement that flooded every nerve in Remus’s body. He was greedy now, every inch of Sirius was a too-long forbidden place he could finally explore.

Their mouths came together harder and more desperately this time, and after a few moments Remus tugged at Sirius’s bottom lip, sucking and grazing his teeth over the soft skin. Before he knew it he’d let out another soft growl of satisfaction.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured.

Sirius’s grin was visible even in the half darkness. “Oh I might have an idea.” He replied, sliding on top of Remus and grinding gently onto his hips. 

He leant down to Remus’s ear, “There are a few things I’ve been waiting to do to you.”

When Sirius’s fingers reached down past the soft waistband of his boxers, Remus took in a sharp breath. His face must have betrayed him, because the corners of Sirius’ mouth fell. 

Sirius pressed his hand flat against Remus’s chest, and he was sure Sirius could feel his frantic heartbeat underneath it. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right.” Said Sirius, his voice edged and desperate.

He leant down, pushing Remus further into the soft bed, and pressing his lips to the skin of his neck. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right, and I’ll stop.” He breathed. 

Remus shook his head, fighting hard not to let himself go “You’re drunk.”

Sirius drew back, focusing a long hard stare into Remus’s eyes. 

“A little.” He rasped, sliding backward and pulling Remus into a sitting position.

Sirius slid his hands around Remus’s neck, pressing their foreheads together and concentrating very hard on slowing his breathing. 

“Yeah.” He breathed. “I’m a little, little bit tipsy. But I’ve been thinking about kissing you for seven years. And I’m not sure I can wait another seven seconds.”

Sirius pulled away just far enough that he could focus on Remus’s face in the dim light. 

“But if you ask me to I will.” 

Remus stared at the boy in front of him. He already knew his world had shifted.

He pressed a thumb into Sirius’s lip, trying to convince himself this was real.

“Promise me you’ll feel the same in the morning, Sirius.” 

Warm hands cupped Remus’s face, forcing his eyes back to the grey pools in front of him.

“I promise, Remus” The way Sirius said his name already had Remus leaning forward, grabbing a handful of his soft shirt, kissing whatever skin he could reach, but Sirius didn’t stop. 

“I promise.” He murmured into Remus’s neck. “I promise.” He breathed as his lips brushed against his ear. 

“I think I’ll feel this way for the rest of my life.”

bellaandtheinfinitesadness  asked:

Like idk if you do request or ideas or whatever, but an au where 2017 dan is teaching the reader (or 2009 phil), how to fuck 2009 dan. Would actually be awesome.

Sorry for the long ass wait. If you have trouble reading om mobile, open in your phone browser y’all.

Dan Howell has always had a problem with finishing things. There’s a file on his computer with an endless list of unfinished video ideas, a half-completed photo board he started about a year ago pushed under his bed, and about five songs on piano that he’s only taught himself a quarter of the way through. He’s never been great at finishing things he’s started, so it’s no surprise that he’s the same when it comes to sex.

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AFTER JEM BECOMES A SILENT BROTHER
  • TESSA: *Gets a paper cut* Ouch!
  • WILL: oh my god, that's a deep cut-
  • TESSA: I'm fine, really!
  • WILL: NOPE! You might die! Well...better go to the silent brothers, Brother Zachariah would know what to do!
  • THE NEXT DAY.....
  • WILL: *Trips* TESSA, CALL THE SILENT BROTHERS! I MIGHT BE DYING! BROTHER ZACHARIAH WILL HELP US!
  • TESSA: *WHILST SHAKING HEAD* I'll get Gabriel....
  • THE NEXT NEXT DAY.....
  • JAMES(2 months old): *Cries*
  • WILL: TESSA! JAMES WONT STOP CRYING! I'M GONNA GO OPEN A PORTAL, WE HAVE TO GO TO THE SILENT BROTHERS....BROTHER ZACHARIAH WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO!
  • TESSA: -_-

Aaron was the first person to break down Robert’s defenses, to challenge him to be better, to me more, to be himself. Aaron was the first person to show Robert he could care, he could love, without losing himself in the process. Aaron gave Robert a place to exist without judgement, encouraging his good traits, and making Robert want to be less bad. I don’t think Robert ever really thought it was possible to be this accepted, this loved, to feel this at home, to find a place where his flaws aren’t picked apart but someone helps him hold them together. Aaron has given Robert that priceless place of sanctuary, inexorably tied to this one person, and Robert has a relationship with Aaron unlike any he has had with anyone. Robert Sugden has always been broken, but for the first time in his life, that’s ok.