otp: i think about him a lot

Y'all, I’m back and about to be really controversial but I think what upsets me most about this fandom is how Keith’s emotions and struggles are handled verses how the rest of the character’s emotions and struggles are handled.

There’s such a lack of empathy for the things that Keith goes through, it’s unreal. If what happened to Keith had happened to any other character- pushing themselves away from the team, the team not speaking up against them leaving after they didn’t need them anymore, being excluded from the rest of the Season only to show up and display self-sacrificial, suicidal tendencies? You know how crazy the fandom would be if any other character had done that? Especially Lance?

But because it’s Keith, not only have I not seen very few (almost none) posts worrying about his mental state, I have seen multiple posts disregarding his mental state. Keith’s perfectly good with leaving the team to join the BOM guys! Leaving the first family he has had since he was in the Garrison is absolutely the emotionally healthy thing to do! It didn’t hurt at all that no one really tried to talk him out of it once they had Shiro back!

Shiro at least hugging Keith and letting him know he would be there for him which was the only nice thing, next to the group hug. But the above picture proves that Keith didn’t want to leave and probably thinks they don’t care.

And please, please don’t get me started on posts where they call him leaving selfish, because how. HOW?! By making sure none of the rest of the team had to give up their Lions? By making himself more tactically useful by joining the BOM? Just how?

Then you get to the posts talking about how Keith sacrificing himself is just him following the BOM way, which, while true, completely ignores the emotions that Keith must have been going through. For Keith to have been willing to sacrifice himself, that intrinsically means that he believes his sacrifice brings greater worth to the team then him being alive. It means that he feels like the team will be just fine without him. It means that he has a very small perception of his personal worth. It means that he only values himself (and believes himself valued) for what he can contribute to the mission.

I’m going to piss a lot of people off with this, (and I’m genuinely not trying to upset you, but it has to be said) but what really kills me is that Klance, the shining mega ship of this fandom, the one that loves angst when it comes to Lance, is… completely ignoring Keith’s emotional state. I have seen 1000% more posts about Lance’s air show and how Lance must feel with Keith gone then I have posts even hinting at Keith’s emotional state. Even posts bashing him for leaving because it hurts Klance. This is worrying, because fandom? They think that Keith gets fandom focus because he’s part of a mega ship. But really, 90% of Klance focus is on Lance.

I’m not trying to be mean, Klance shippers, because besides how some of you act I have nothing against your ship. Though it’s not my OTP, I even consume your content sometimes, because Klance can be really cute and a lot of you are really talented. But sometimes I think a good majority of the Klance fandom actually hates Keith. Not only have I seen Klance fans post anti-Keith things now and in the past, a lot of you seem unable to bring yourself to care when Keith is going through an emotionally dark time, whereas Lance would have you all in tears. Maybe I’m wrong, and maybe as y'all have time to think about this Season you guys will surprise me and actually start focusing as equally on Keith’s emotions and struggles as you do on Lance’s? I hope so, but I’m only hesitantly optimistic.

So fandom, please don’t think that Keith being part of a mega ship means he’s handled with care in this fandom. Please don’t ignore his struggles, ones you would feel empathy for if they happened to any other character. Please don’t look at this character and write off his emotions.

Because for the people that identify with him, it hurts.

Imagine your OTP #1

Person A getting Person B’s phone number without knowing. Person B plays along.

Person A: I can’t believe I sat next to him… He is so good-looking and hot!!!

Person B: Hm… Yes

Person A: His hair is just incredible and he looked at me once. I can’t *fangirls*

Person B: *chuckles* Do you only like his looks?

Person A: Why are you asking that again? I already told you… Weirdo~

Person B: Ahahaha… I forgot~

Person A: … I like him a lot, not just his looks… He is kind, caring and funny~

Person B: Aww~ Thank you~

Person A: Why do you thank me?

Person B: For thinking like that about me~

Person A: About you? What are you- NO WAY!!! *blushes*

Person B: Hehe btw I like you too~

Person A: *blush intensifies*

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Title: Not jealous

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Alexander Calvert x Reader

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine being married to Jensen and being best friends with Alexander Calvert for a long time, who is closer to your age and has portrayed your love interest in your TV show. You are very close that the fans ship you all the time, and during a live Q&A you get to talk about it, maybe revealing some feelings, without knowing your husband is watching it.

A/N: (Y/f/s)= Your favorite show, cause we’d all wanna be a part of it, (Y/c/n)= Your character’s name.

“What do you love most about being a part of the Supernatural?” you read the next question from a fan, looking at your friend and leaning back in the couch.

“Well, there are definitely a lot of things to love about- about Supernatural and being a part of this big family. That’s for sure.” Alexander said with a small smile, leaning on your side and almost laying half on top of you as you had an arm wrapped around his shoulders and his were wrapped around your waist, his face almost nuzzling in the crook of your neck.

“The pranks, that’s for sure you love the most!” you giggled and he laughed.

“Well, in Stranger Things the kids would love to play pranks on me, with the help of this lady-” he gave you a look as you shrugged innocently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you shook your head and he laughed more.

“But I don’t think there’s anything that could compare to the ones the guys here pull on me. One day- One day the director had to make them leave because they wouldn’t let me get a scene right with all those jokes.” he admitted “But if I really need to say there is one thing that Supernatural offered to me that I appreciate more than anything was… It was the chance to see (Y/n) again after all this time.”

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For some reason, I’ve been having a lot of otp feels these days - so I just felt like writing a little something about this one moment from chapter 333:

There are two things about this whole chapter that amaze me.
Luffy only says one word here: Heavy…!!. Yet it is enough for Zoro to understand what he means and what he must be going through. This is one of those rare moments when Luffy is not physically drained but rather emotionally. And vulnerable. He doesn’t really react to what Zoro tells him but I do think that he said what Luffy needed to hear.
Then there is the fact that Zoro talks to him at all… As you know, this takes place right after Luffy defeated Usopp as he left the crew. Everyone is obviously hurt and shocked about what happened. So Zoro himself is in pain about it but I’m guessing he also realizes that Luffy has it worse since he was the one who had to fight Usopp. It would have been understandable if he had just tried to quietly deal with his feelings - like the others did - but instead, he kinda pushes his own emotions back to look out for and try to find the right words to say to Luffy. That is actually pretty selfless imo. And it’s also not the first or last time when he prioritizes Luffy over himself.
But really, Zoro’s love for Luffy is something that never ceases to amaze me.

okay have we ever considered what would happen once ronan grew his dark curly hair back?? 

{be warned: long rambly hc ahead.}


  • 
Adam once casually mentioned that he liked Ronan’s hair. Gansey’s showed him pictures of what Ronan used to look like before he’d shaved his head and he’d commented that he’d barely been able to recognize him, but in like a good way. 

  • So Ronan decides he’s going to allow his hair to grow out again while Adam’s still off at college. 

  • They make time for each other while maneuvering around Adam’s schooling of course, some weekends Ronan will drive up to Adam’s campus or Adam will take a few days off to return to Henrietta to meet Ronan, Opal and the rest of the group. 
  • Gansey’s stunned and silently relieved, feeling like a proud father. He’d never thought he’d encounter the old Ronan again, and this was better than the old Ronan, this was a new and improved Ronan, who’d wrestled tragedy after tragedy and stood triumphant in the wake of each one, not letting it get the best of him. Blue marks it as an improvement and proceeds to nickname him Rapenzul, “Shut the fuck up, Maggot.” “Are you going to let down your hair, princess?” Noah likes to pet his hair just the way he likes to pet Blue’s hair. “So soft,” he’ll say. Ronan only lets him because it’s Noah, although he may or may not threaten to throw him out of more windows. (Yes, I don’t care what happened in TRK, Noah is undead and well, let this boy live okay!!!) 
  • When Adam first sees Ronan with his hair all grown back he actually physically falters bc goddamn does this boy have any idea how crushingly good he looks? ?? 
  • “You… You’re…” Adam doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to muster a cohesive sentence ever again. Adam was used to the Ronan who was all sharpened edges and split knuckles, but the curving ringlets that curled around his ears now and fell over his forehead in drunken midnight tufts made him appear softer, warmer, kinder. It was like seeing the before-image of a burnt photograph. It was like a fairytale filter version of him. Adam can’t help but see an uncanny resemblance between Ronan and those effortlessly handsome young war hero portraits. 
  • “Stop staring, Shithead. It’s a fucking wig.” Ronan says, because that starstruck look in Adam’s eyes is doing things to him. 
  • Adam is suddenly overcome with the sweeping urge to run his hands through it. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate running his hands over Ronan’s buzzed head or the Ronan that he’d known before. He’d loved Ronan just like he loved Gansey, Blue and Noah even back when he carried himself like a vicious python, all spitfires and bloodied lips, even when he was getting drunk every single night and trying to fight the moon. Adam wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but there’d been something ethereally enticing about him even when he was this self-destructive drag racer that Adam had been so afraid to fall and cut himself on. 
  • But the Ronan Lynch that Adam fell in love with was another boy completely. He was the dreamer who dreamed up EpiPens for his friend and hand cream for Adam’s chapped hands and performed secret handshakes with his little brother and wanted to spend the rest of his life at his family farm and who pressed his lips ever-so-gently to each one of Adam’s fingers like they were dandelion stems. 
  • All his life, Adam had felt broken and delicate, but for the first time, he felt glad for his nimble fingers, his turbulent history, to be Adam Parrish, the chipped teacup boy, because Ronan made him feel loved and wanted and appreciated, because Ronan felt everything so strongly, and there were still nights Adam was filled with gratitude for being the brunt of Ronan’s desire. 
  • So they make the drive up to the Barns in silence, Ronan asks him about how college’s been and Adam tells him all about the university Ronan wouldn’t be caught dead in and catches that proud glint in his eyes when he admits he recently got offered a TA position. “So now you’re nerding your way up to the nerdom throne. Good for you, Parrish.” They talk about Gansey, Blue and Henry’s trip to Venezuela and how Opal’s been helping Ronan build his dream ramp and chewing on all the curtains. The minute they step out of the car and into the house however, Adam can’t help himself anymore, he pins Ronan against a wall and regales him with firm, heated kisses before dipping his hands into Ronan’s hair. It’s even softer than he’d imagined, and he’d been tugging distractedly at his lip and staring out the window the entire ride, imagining a lot. 
  • Ronan’s overwhelmed but they’ve been apart for weeks and feeling the hot, reassuring weight of Adam’s lips and hips against his again, and with his long, pianist’s fingers gruffly tugging at Ronan’s hair, his thoughts upend and bottom out and all he can think is let’s never fucking stop kissing. yeah. let’s kiss until we fucking die.
  • Later when they’re laying down in bed, Adam loops his fingers in Ronan’s hair again, raking through it delightedly, and Ronan lets out a quiet sigh. 
  • “It feels weird,” Ronan then admits. “I’m not that person anymore.” Adam wanted to tell Ronan that no, he wasn’t that person anymore, but he was more whole than he’d been in a long time. He wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to fool people into thinking he was this awful, intimidating presence anymore. He wanted to tell him that it would be okay if he just let the world see him for what he really was. That he wasn’t the wolf in the henhouse, but neither of them were ever very good at words, so he just pushes a little bit of his hair back and presses a kiss to Ronan’s temple instead. “Well, I like the person you are now.”
  • “Do you think it kills my badass edge?” 
  • “What badass edge?”
  • Ronan presses a hand into Adam’s chest and playfully shoves him backwards at that, before helping him out of his t-shirt and biting into his shoulder.
  • Ronan’s thinking he might never shave his head ever again.
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LOIS:  Look, Clark, I know that I got a little thorny when you raised the red flag on A.C.
CLARK:  I was just trying to look out for you.
LOIS:  And I appreciate it.  I’ve just never had someone to help guide me through the shark-infested ocean of romance. … Not that I can’t fend for myself.
CLARK:  You know, I think I was wrong about our friend A.C.

Just friends? part 3 || Dan Howell

A/N: Part 3 is here! I really don’t know what else to say..

Word Count: 1.7K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO

Originally posted by dantlers

‘If they only knew’ I thought to myself, supressing a deep sigh.

My brother and Dan and I’s other friends didn’t stop joking on our behalf for the rest of the evening. It felt like the ship name on their t-shirts was constantly staring and laughing at me.

It’s been a week since I had last been at Dan’s flat, a week since we slept with each other.

Honestly, it was a mistake. It was something dumb we did because we were drunk. It was like our conscience and our sex drive had a battle and at the end, our lust won.

Speaking of lust, it was crazy how much Dan had managed to turn me on. I remember caring about nothing but feeling him-

“Do you want something to drink, Y/N?”

Dan snapped me out of my dirty thoughts. He had gotten up from the couch and was about to get drinks for everybody.

“Uhh…yes, please.” I answered and blushed a little bit. Meanwhile Dan was oblivious when it came to what I had thought just seconds ago.

Good.

As soon as he was gone in the kitchen all of the boys’ eyes were suddenly on me.

“What?” I asked them confused.

“So, Dan huh?” Jack said and playfully wiggled his eyebrows.

I groaned and rolled my eyes at him.

How could he make such a big deal out of cuddling? I mean, it was cuddling at first and now there was basically nothing left that we hadn’t done. But Jack and the others obviously didn’t know that.

“He is quite the decent chap, right?” I was questioned again and I could sense that they were all waiting for me to talk about it.

They were literally worse than my female friends when it came to gossip.

The boys were still intensively staring at me full of anticipation. I felt put on the spot and awkwardly swallowed hard while I stared down onto my hands in my lap.

“Can somebody help my carry all those glasses?” Dan shouted from the kitchen. It was my chance to escape.

“I’m coming!” I shouted and mentally facepalmed myself for my word choice right after. I still got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen.

Dan had prepared drinks and a few different snacks for all of us. His eyes immediately shot up when I walked into the room. We exchanged a few embarrassed looks before I went over to take some of the drinks since he couldn’t carry them all.

“Y/N?” I heard him say shortly before I was about to walk back to the living room.

I turned around again and nodded to show him that I was listening.

He nervously scratched the back of his head before he continued.

“I’m sorry for the guys. I didn’t tell them anything and I didn’t know about the shirts. I invited you before they arrived and I didn’t know they would –“ Dan started to ramble.

“Dan, it’s fine. It’s not your fault. They are just being stupid and they do not even realise how awkward they make things between us.” I interrupted him with a little smile.

“Yeah, pretty awkward.” Dan laughed shortly.

Seconds later Dan and I put the snacks and drinks on the table in front of our friends. While everybody drank and ate everything was going quite well. For once the boys didn’t talk about their newly found OTP. I was enjoying the normal conversation and laughed a lot at all of the guy’s jokes for the rest of the evening.

“Listen, I just got a text saying there’s a party right around the corner.” Jack suddenly said, looking up from his phone with glowing eyes.

“Who wants to go?” he asked, his voice full of excitement.

Everyone, except for me, was as enthusiastic as him. It was past midnight and I was already quite tired since I couldn’t really sleep that well for the past week. I was too busy worrying and thinking about Dan.

“I think I’ll pass. I need to get up early tomorrow.” I quickly lied, knowing that ‘I’m tired’ would not have been a good enough excuse.

“Don’t be so lame, sis.” My brother teased me.

“Knowing you all, this won’t be the last party. So, I’ll just come with you next time.” I assured him.

Five minutes later we were all getting ready to head out, the only difference was that all of the guys were going to a party while I was looking forward to my bed.

“It’s really late already, I can drive you home, if you want to?” Dan offered with a kind smile.

He was actually right, there weren’t any buses that I could take anymore and he didn’t seem to be comfortable with me walking all the way back to my dorm. Alone and in the dark.

I quickly contemplated his offer.

“That would be so nice, Dan.” I then said.

It was weird. It wasn’t like there was a lot of tension between us. We just treated the other like they were made out of glass or something. We were so careful around each other. We were so polite.

A week ago, Dan and I were well acquainted with each other. A week ago, he was like an older brother to me.

‘What changed? Everything, probably.’ I thought to myself, stealing a short glance at his tall frame.

“I’m going to drive Y/N home and meet you at the party afterwards!” Dan shouted down the hallway. His friends were already leaving and just nodded.

After they exited the flat and the door fell shut behind them, Dan and I were all alone. It was the first time since we had sex.

I should have just told Dan to get his car keys and drive me home.

Instead, I made us stay longer for some weird reason.

“I can help you clean this up real quick.” I offered gesturing to the table that was full of empty glasses and bowls of leftover popcorn.

Less than ten minutes later I was putting the last glass into the dishwasher. I bent down to place it right next to the others. As I stood up straight again, Dan and I were suddenly extremely close since his kitchen was tiny and he had just put something into the cupboard that was right over my head.

Our bodies were nearly touching. His chest was basically brushing against my back and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck.

His body radiated heat and intimacy. Both of us didn’t show the slightest inclination to move, we were frozen still. My heart sped up and a blush crept onto my face.

Suddenly we were so close again and I.. liked it?

There was just something about him that was pulling me in. Something that made it impossible to resist.

I turned around in order to face him. Now our upper bodies were touching slightly. He looked down on me as if he were taking in my whole appearance.

I enjoyed the smell his cologne although I had promised myself that I would never again get close enough to him to do that.

There was so much warmth in his deep brown eyes that I could feel myself melt under his gaze.

It was like the world had stopped as soon as I noticed how close his lips were.

I desired to kiss him. Kissing him was all that matter at that moment. It wasn’t like last time though, it wasn’t just lust. It was more than that.

“Dan” I whispered. It was the only word my mind could think of. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. Maybe it was a ‘Do you know that a want to kiss you so bad it hurts?’

“Yeah.” He just breathed, his eyes focused on my lips. It wasn’t really an answer. Maybe it was a ‘me too’

He definitely felt it too. It was like every force in the entire universe was demanding us to kiss each other. It sounds cheesy, but that’s what we felt so urgently. And this time we weren’t even drunk

So why did we even try to fight our feelings?

In the matter of a second his lips crashed down on mine. His hands were on my waist and he quickly pulled me closer in one quick motion. Or lips were moving in sync and although we were so close already, I still wanted to be closer to him. I wrapped my arms around Dan’s neck almost automatically and pressed my whole body against his.

Dan had his strong arms slung around my waist and lower back. Our kiss was eager and sensual at the same time. My hands rose to find his hair and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers.

We didn’t want to let go and break apart, instead our lips moved against each other as if our life was depending on it.

Dan hands eagerly wandered down to my butt. He squeezed it lightly before he picked me up and set me down on the kitchen counter behind us.

I lifted my legs around his hips and crossed them at the back while I clung onto him as he kissed me forcefully. By now our kiss was out of control. It was hungry and full of need.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Y/N” Dan panted against my lips, his warm breath made my skin tingle.

Instead of responding, I kissed him. Hard. My fingers were pulling onto his brown hair as I slipped my tongue inside of his mouth and our tongues started moving against each other in quick strokes.

“Yo, Jack, I feel like we need to print two more of our shipper shirts” I suddenly heard my brother shout, making us jump and interrupt our make out session.

He was standing in the doorway and stared at us in shock and uneasiness.

“Wait what?” Jack asked as he suddenly appeared next to my brother. At first, he looked confused but as his eyes landed on Dan and I’s tight embrace his mouth fell open.

Nobody finds it haunting that Jackie encouraged Hyde to have great chances in his professional life and wanted a stable, comfy life with him a loving husband, and didn’t want to be like her mother but ended with a playboy/shampoo boy, no job, no car, no healthy relationship, no stable family, and as shallow as her mother or even worse; while Hyde, who never thought great of himself, ended owning a record store, econimically stable life, rich new family that loves him, but is completely alone like he always predicted he would be? Because I think about it all the time.

So about the whole Aleks falling asleep on James thing, like, Jordan said that in the morning he found them like that. Sly also said that in the morning he went looking for Aleks and found him sleeping with James, but Aleks says that in the middle of the night they both woke up and James asked him what he was doing. So basically not only did he fall asleep on him, they both woke up and saw each other, had a conversation, then went back to sleep and I think about that a lot.

do you ever just think about garrus finding out from liara that shepard is dead

and think about him realizing in one sudden sensation, like a fist to the stomach, that the admiration and warmth he felt for her was more than just respect for an amazing soldier and commander - that he wanted to know her as a woman, as a friend and maybe more, and now he wouldn’t ever get the chance to. and all the what-ifs, and the gnawing  feeling that if he had been there, still been with her like he should have been, maybe she would still be around.

and think about him carving her initials into his visor first, and every time he sets his sights on a piece of shit merc on omega the letters JS are there, glaring white, the first on the list of the people he failed.

My thoughts about plance.

First of all: I’m multishipper, but my otp is plance. I think it has lot of potential. It also has many cute interactions, like the blushings, Pidge’s jealousy and the mini date on the supermarket. I’m going to write about some of the reasons of why is my otp.

  • Pidge gets annoyed everytime Lance talks about girls. Like, look at her reactions, she’s obviously jealous. She only does that with him.
  • Lance tried to impress Pidge calling himself “sharpshooter”.
  • The mini date on the super market. Lance was flirting with some alien girls like always, but when Pidge wanted to buy a game, he stopped flirting and helped her.
  • Pidge wanted to get money for the game, so she took Lance by his wrist and then went to the water source with him. But when she went back to tell something to the alien, she was still holding Lance by his wrist. She could let it go, but she didn’t do it.
  • They bought a cow, don’t forget that.
  • Pidge blushed many times.
  • Lance tries to understand science bc Pidge founds it interesting.
  • How Pidge put her hands around Lance’s waist when the where on kalteneker. He didn’t say anything or get annoyed.
  • The way Pidge looks at Lance.

So, this are the reason why plance is my otp! Hope y'all liked the blog💙💚

trishcandle  asked:

Oh my god... i really love your dip fanart, is so cute. They're my otp, so thank you for do it a lot of draws of them -cries- <3 I was thinking about the idea of they in the AU of "The Beauty and the Beast". Damien is the demon who scares everyone and Pip the guy who can help him to change ;v; i don't know if you're going to like it, but is and idea for the request you ask <3 bye (。◕‿◕。)

Here you are!
Actually I’ve been thinking about this AU long ago and I find it extremely perfect. They are so adorable~
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current mood: older shiro, prob late 30s, who sorta let himself go just a lil bit to the point he’s still in shape but he’s kinda soft around the middle, relaxing contentedly on the couch in gym shorts and watching LOST reruns after waking up in the early afternoon with his havent-shaved-in-3-days scruff and his could-probably-use-a-trim hair. his youngest daughter playing on the floor at his feet. both of them perking up when pidge comes home from work, a few bags in hand from the store she stopped at on the way. in one is a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Milk and Cookies ice cream, just for shiro, bc she loves him very much and knows he enjoys it and loves seeing her husband all happy and lazy.

imagine kakashi and iruka’s relationship progressing:

  • iruka hasn’t dated anyone since he was 13, and kakashi hasn’t dated anyone in his entire life. they’re adults, though, so they should make it work. still, it’s kind of awkward in the beginning because kakashi thinks they should go on dates, and iruka doesn’t have the heart to say going to the bookstore together isn’t exactly a date.
  • kakashi doesn’t know whether he can hold iruka’s hand (in public or otherwise). they’re both in their mid to late twenties; is it acceptable for two grown men to be so embarrassing? iruka isn’t sure, either, but he doesn’t stop kakashi when he hooks his little finger to his.
  • iruka loves kakashi in the morning. at first it was as if kakashi were on a mission: he barely slept and was alert at all times, but as he grew used to iruka being around, to iruka’s scent and warmth and chakra, kakashi gradually started acting as he does at home. now iruka gets to wake him up and watch him trying to function – and failing.
  • when iruka sees kakashi in casual clothes, he’s told everything kakashi owns are hand-me-downs from gai. iruka doesn’t point out that every item is a size too small and the colors are far too neutral for gai to have bought them for himself, but he does insistently remind kakashi of buying at least birthday gifts for his Rival every year.
  • kakashi feels as if he’s robbing iruka of a normal life with a wife and children (and perhaps a dog). they end up fighting and breaking up with a lot of “it isn’t what i want” and “you just don’t know yet,” but iruka shows up at kakashi’s doorstep a week later with an engagement ring. “you told me to think about it, and this is my answer. what’s yours?”
  • kakashi definitely stops thinking about ‘having a family’ when naruto tells his newborn son, “these are your grandpas.” iruka looks like he’s about to cry, and kakashi can’t help putting an arm around iruka’s shoulders and squeezing him closer to his body. their family is right there.

Look, I live for young!McCree pinning after his superiors, but what I really want is a Jack Morrison pinning after Jesse AU!

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anonymous asked:

hi!! I was curious about your reasons for shipping pidge and lance?? Like I think it's kinda cute but I wanted to know your reasoning

Hahahah well it’s kinda funny?

Funny in that it happened…randomly?

Like I just finished watching season 1 and I really wanted to read Pidge-centric fanfics, so I went to FF.net to find some.

And found a Pidge x Lance fic

At first I was like, “????”

But then I was like, “Wait…them together is actually…kind of cute???”

So I read it

And I found the tumblr tag

And I’ve been Pidgance trash ever since

But anyways, the reasons I really fell for it are how well I think their personalities mesh together. Lance is our goofball, and Pidge can be kinda serious, especially with how hyper focused she is on finding her family. I feel like Lance would be a good person to help her loosen up when the weight of reality falls on her shoulders. And he’s very family oriented given how his family was on his mind in S1E2 and how homesick he was, so if anyone knows the value of family and how much that means to Pidge, it’s him.

Likewise I think Pidge is a good person to ground Lance. She could bring him back to what’s important and what they need to do.

Plus, have you seen them tease and roast each other? I love it!

AND HE HELPED HER BUY A VIDEO GAME BY STEALING FOUNTAIN COINS!!!

THEY HAVE A COW TOGETHER!!! granted we don’t see it after Space Mall but STILL

I JUST…HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS SHIP

#1 SPACE OTP!!!

anonymous asked:

As much as I love and cry about Gabe and Jack (the otp), I have to ask: is that Genji, sleeping in pieces in Angela's room? Or are those just prototypes for him? I can see his mask. If so, that's adorable.

Yes, those are parts of Genji’s body/armor and yep, still prototypes, I guess, but she’s getting close to the final, as you can see! <3

Angela is probably working 23 hours a day on it, giving everything she can, so when Gabe rushes in, she was right about to finally take a nap lmao.

I’m glad you find the armor-in-the-room idea adorable. I’ve been thinking a lot on that, I actually didn’t have any idea on what to fill that empty wall of the room with, but then: boop! Idea. :>