she is the most beautiful creature

The Signs as Mermaids

aries: the mermaid with fiery red hair and a tail to match. she lays out on hot rocks in the middle of the sea, basking in the sun, tanning her skin and luring sailors to crash against the stones with coy smiles and a glint in her eye. 

taurus: the mermaid with a mane of golden hair, and a tail to match, a long neck and strong shoulders. only her voice is more stunning than her beauty, and she’s often adorned with pearls and jewels of all kinds. 

gemini: the most curious of all the mermaids. she has a tail of dark green and shimmering yellow. she loves to explore the reefs, but swims out farther than she should because she wants to see what’s out there, and goes too close to the shore because she wants to see the humans. 

cancer: the mermaid with soft, smooth skin and a pale pink tail. her eyes are always expressive—sometimes they are alight with happiness, and sometimes they burn with anger. she loves all creatures, but it’s the humans that catch her eye. she can’t help falling in love with them from afar. 

leo: the mermaid with a tail of cobalt blue, her body adorned with gold jewelry, precious stones and pearls. she is the fastest swimmer, and loves to glide across the waves, letting the current pull her, laughter bubbling at her lips and a smile in her eyes. 

virgo: a more reserved mermaid, with a tail of sparkling silver. she has spiky black hair, and skin that is paler than usual, for she spends her time exploring the caves deep below rather than the beaches above. 

libra: a regal mermaid with beauty unmatched, long, luxurious hair, and a tail of magenta and red. she is sassy and charming, sometimes sultry, but also very sweet, and always kind to those in need. 

scorpio: the mermaid with a tail of deep purple and ebony, she has piercing violet eyes and hair of midnight black. she is quiet, sultry, and intuitive, and her nails and teeth are sharp, always ready for a hunt. she is the one to brave to the storms and the rocky, wild ocean while others go off and hide. 

sagittarius: an exotic mermaid, with a tail the color of sunsets and eyes that shine like one. she has travelled far and wide, collecting artifacts and jewelry from across the world. she never stays in one place too long, but she is kind to those she meets and always has wonderful stories to tell. 

capricorn: the mermaid with a tail of deep blue, high cheekbones and a jawline like a knife. there’s always a glint in her eye, like she knows something you don’t. she is regal and independent, and doesn’t worry herself with such frivolous things as humans, but rather such frivolous things as emeralds and pearls. 

aquarius: the mermaid with flowing hair and tail of teal green and aquamarine blue. her eyes are piercing, sparkling, so intense you have to look away. she swims about the reefs, splashing in the waves and basking in the sun. she is the only one who dares to go against the currents. 

pisces: the mermaid with a tail of pale purple that sparkles silver in the moonlight. she is sweet and dreamy, letting the current pull her to and fro, making friends with all the sea creatures she meets. she loves to stay up and stargaze late at night, unafraid of the dark and wild ocean that surrounds her.

  • Mabel Pines chose love over fear and bet the whole universe on the word of a con man and won.
  • Mabel Pines didn’t get the summer romance she was looking for but in the end she was okay with that because she learned to love herself.
  • Mabel Pines thinks that every woman she meets is beautiful, including herself, and if you don’t understand how radical that is you’ve never been a twelve-year-old-girl.
  • Mabel Pines met a creature she idolized and it told her she wasn’t good enough and she punched it right in its smug stupid face.
  • Mabel Pines was terrified of growing up because of everything she might lose, and the narrative didn’t blame her or break her for feeling that way.
  • Mabel Pines cared more about friends and family than magic and mysteries and not only did the narrative validate that, her scrapbook ended up being the most important object in the show.
  • Mabel Pines is glitter and sweaters and cheesy pop songs and blurry group selfies and the biggest smile in the crowd and she’s also so, so, so much more.

This isn’t a “your fave could never” because those are weird and needlessly combative, but look, I know what kind of narratives girls get. I thought that my fave could never. And then she fucking did.

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I loved a girl way back when. I looked at her, and thought “forever”, and i thought i stitched her in my heart tight enough to never let go. I shot her love in my veins like heroin, and stuck her tongue in my throat like they were god damn pills, thinking she could help me escape from my life back then. It was a greedy kind of love. The kind where we wanted to grow together but our roots were fighting to breathe apart. And eventually our forever turned out to be a few short years, and the stitches turned into daggers. “Forever” turned into “i regret ever loving you”. “You’re the most beautiful creature” became “I look at you, and i dont recognize you”. I used to think i couldnt get the smell of her hair off my sheets, and really i just wanted to burn them. When two lovers meet their ends, they tend to shut out the good memories and focus on the bad. What you once painted in rose color, you fight to paint black. But time went on, and i’ve made my peace. And at times, i pray she has too. 

Who Will Comfort Toffle?

Tove Jansson wrote the book “Who Will Comfort Toffle?” after receiving a letter from a fan. In the letter the young boy expressed how sad, lonely and scared he is. The letter was signed “Toffle”. Tove was so moved that she wrote a book about a small, frightened creature who lives all alone until one day, when he embarks on a journey to find friends. Toffle ends up finding a letter from someone even smaller and even more scared than him, Miffle.

Toffle rescues Miffle from The Groke and they live happily ever after. Tove thought that helping someone even weaker might make Toffle feel more confident and give him courage to become happy. The story is one of Tove’s most delicate and the book is filled with beautiful, detailed pictures.

My headcanon of how the reylo cliff scene will play out.

Ahch-to, sixth months after the destruction of Starkiller base…

“You’ve been busy,” Rey shouts over the violent sea wind that swirls in the space between them. “Did you find what you’ve been looking for?”

“You know I have, Scavenger.” Kylo Ren ignites his lightsaber at his side and its unstable crackle seems to drown everything out. Rey doesn’t reach for her own lightsaber, which is still secured to her belt. She stands her ground, waiting for him to come at her. She appraises the jagged scar that bisects his face, feeling a quick burst of pride at finally seeing her handiwork.

“I’m here for your master,” even though he speaks quietly, his words swirl through her head across the distance between them.

“I have no master.” Rey juts her chin out defiantly, knowing he won’t expect this.

He arches a single eyebrow, his head almost imperceptibly twitches towards the temple at the top of the island as his hair whips around his face from a massive gust of wind. He knows they can both feel Luke’s force signature up there, tucked away. Hiding like the coward he is.

“How did you find us?” She shouts at him, fists clenched at her side, itching for a fight and waiting for him to make the first move.

‘You know how.’ His lips don’t move but his words fill her head nonetheless. Her jaw clenches tightly, teeth grinding together at the invasion of her mind. At this close proximity, it is impossible to keep him out. Just as it is impossible for him to keep her out of his own mind.

‘You call out for me every night. It is all I can hear, all I can feel. You consume my entire being, your longing drives me to the brink of insanity.’ His thoughts are again forcibly pushed into her mind. The invasion of his words is excruciatingly warm and soft as his presence ripples along the edge of her mind.

“Enough!” She yells, hand finally going to her lightsaber. She draws it and lights it in one swift arcing motion, the cool blue glow pooling around her. ‘You know it isn’t me that’s calling for you.’ She adds as an afterthought, almost not meaning to send the thought to him. Only when his expression darkens does she realize he heard it too.

“So you think it is our bond alone that calls to me?” He is talking out loud now, approaching her at a steady pace. His upsilon class shuttle left empty behind him, awaiting the return of its pilot. “You think it’s the bond that whispers my name feverishly in its sleep?” His lightsaber is still dangling in a lazy grip at his side.

They are closer now, only a few aching meters between them. Rey stands her ground, gripping her lightsaber in a fighting stance despite the fact that he has yet to raise his.

“The bond that is practically singing now that we are finally together again?” He almost sounds hopeful. The hard affection in his voice makes her stomach turn over. She thinks of Han tumbling from the walkway on Starkiller. She thinks of the last time she saw Finn, unconscious and kept alive by machines. She thinks of Poe slumped in a chair at Finn’s bedside, whimpering in his sleep, nightmares of having his mind torn to shreds keeping him from getting any rest.

“The bond that is just another in a long list of atrocities committed by you,” she hisses at him, palms sweating against the warm metal of her lightsaber. She adjusts her grip.

“Oh, my dear Scavenger,” his lips peel back from his teeth in a grim smile, he shakes his head as if he regrets it, “you are so, so mistaken. This bond is your doing.” He sounds so confident and sure that it causes her to hesitate. He feels the doubt sinking into her and latches on to it. “You’ve known all along, you just don’t want to admit it to yourself. You pushed back into my mind.” He reaches up with his free hand and taps his left temple. “You created this connection with your clumsy and amateur fumbling into my head.”

“Liar!” She regrets the word as soon as she shouts it at him, he can see her weakness now. Her anger.

Her accusation seems to encourage him even more, his grim smile transforming into a more genuine one, which is the scariest she has ever seen him look. He looks as if he is a predator sensing an opening, ready to pounce on its prey.

“This is why you need me to teach you, you are too powerful for your own good.”

“I have a teacher,” she responds sharply, trying to school the tone of her voice into something calmer and more even.

He raises an eyebrow at this.

“A teacher,” she clarifies, “not a master.” Luke’s words to her when she had first arrived on Ahch-to float through her mind and she knows that Kylo can hear it as well. ‘It’s time for the Jedi to end.’

“Whatever you call him,” Kylo shakes his head as if to forcibly remove the voice from his mind, “I am here to destroy him.”

“You will have to go through me,” she straightens her back, preparing for him to come at her with that red abomination of a blade. He narrows his eyes. He can’t understand why Luke isn’t here, why would he send his student out to face Kylo alone? Surely he knows that there is no way she could best him in a fight when he is at his full strength as he is now.

“No, I need you alive,” he responds in a tightly controlled voice, still not making a move with his ignited lightsaber. The saber spits and hisses like it is dying for its chance to maim and destroy.

“You need me alive or your master does?” Rey knows it probably isn’t wise to taunt him.

“I do. I need you alive,” Kylo brings his fist up to slam against his own chest, she isn’t sure if she is indicating himself or his heart when he hits his left side. “Snoke wants you dead.” The treason falls from his lips and he is quaking with the release of it. The traitorous thoughts that have been broiling inside of him all this time are finally voiced.

“Then why not kill me?” She is whispering, she knows he can hear her perfectly fine even though the wind eats up her words as they spill out of her mouth.

‘You know why.’ His expression softens.

White-hot anger burns through her, at first she thinks it is coming from his end of the bond, but then she realizes it is from within her. An untapped well of anger is overflowing and tearing through her entire body, threatening to engulf her. Anger at him. Anger at herself.

She makes the first move, charging towards him with her saber in a two handed grip. He barely has time to wipe the startled look from his face and bring his own saber up into a defensive position. Their blades crackle viciously as they come together and she pulls back again to hack at him. She has practiced lightsaber forms tirelessly since Starkiller, she can be graceful and precise. Right now, she is a violent and angry creature trying with single-minded determination to cut him down. In the back of his mind he acknowledges this is the most beautiful she has ever looked to him.

It is all he can do to block her attacks without going on the offensive. She is backing him towards a cliff that drops off into the tumultuous sea below. He thinks about reaching into her mind and stealing her consciousness as he has done before, but he can’t muster the concentration necessary as she rains strike after strike down on him at a relentless pace.

His heels scrabble against the edge of the cliff and he dodges her last blow, sidestepping her and hoping she catches herself before she tumbles over the edge. She doesn’t. He reaches out with the force to try and stop her fall but it is too late, she has already disappeared over the edge.

He leans over the cliff, stomach twisted into a knot. He knows she didn’t die on impact because he can feel her life force still connected to his. A dark figure is sinking beneath the waves below.

Without another thought, he drops his disengaged lightsaber in the grass and dives after her.

The water is ice cold and the current is unforgiving as he tries to locate her. He unclasps his cloak and kicks it away, the heavy fabric is dragging him down and only helping the water as it tugs him in every direction other than towards Rey. He sucks in one last breath and dives.

The silence beneath the waves is terrifying. He has grown so used to catching glimpses of Rey’s random thoughts and emotions since they forged their bond that the lack of her incessant inner monologue is deafening. He finally catches sight of her, she is slowly drifting downwards. His grandfather’s lightsaber is sinking like a rock beneath her almost as if it sacrificed the heavy weight it bore to allow her to hang suspended in the murky water.

Her hair has been jostled loose from the tight buns and is fanned around her. He calls out to her mind, not with words but instead with a sense of urgency and panic. There is no answering feeling from her end of their connection.

He kicks towards her and wraps an arm around her waist. Her body is limp and arches backwards as he drags her to the surface. His pulse is pounding in his ears so loudly that it feels like it is the heartbeat of the ocean itself.

When they finally breach the surface he smooths her tangled hair back and pats her face with his sopping leather gloved hand. He pulls her head up, cupping her cheek.

“Scavenger,” he murmurs, “Rey, wake up.” He lets his forehead fall onto hers, trying to delve into her mind. It is silent, so terrifyingly silent. He can’t take it. Even when she sleeps he can hear her, or at least get an impression of her feelings. The nothingness is all consuming and far too cold.

The waves are still swirling around them and tossing them like a wayward piece of flotsam but Kylo clings to her as if she is the one keeping them afloat.

After too many painful moments, she splutters and the violent coughing fit is the best sound he has ever heard. He grips her waist tighter and slides her up his chest, making sure she is above the water and can gulp down the precious air she has been lacking. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist and her grip is like iron on his shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” he soothes a hand down her lower back and she is still gasping desperately, a dead weight in his arms. Of course she wouldn’t know how to swim. It’s only by the grace of the force lending him strength that he is able to tread water for so long and hard enough to keep them both alive.

She looks down at him, startled, realizing finally where she is. She yanks back from him and he tightens his grip on her, not willing to let her fall back beneath the water. Not willing to admit how complete he feels holding her after so much time spent skimming along her mind, capturing the pathetic scraps of thought and emotion she would drop for him.

“I’ve got you,” he repeats in the same soothing voice, but this time it isn’t a reassurance for her and is instead a declaration of victory. She finally sags into his arms, the tension leaving her body, trusting him to keep them afloat. She buries her face into his drenched hair.

“I know,” she whispers.

Big Girls Don’t Cry

Stiles/Derek, 1.3K words, Rated T, Domestic Fluff


Stiles groaned and flipped over, burying his face in the curve of Derek’s shoulder. “This is torture,” he whined, and he felt more than heard Derek’s rumble of agreement.

“Yeah,” he said drowsily.

“How can you be so calm? Our daughter is wailing.”

“I’m not exactly calm. It hurts my ears more than yours,” Derek said dryly, and Stiles rolled his eyes. There had to be a limit on the amount of times that he was allowed to use that excuse. “But the pediatrician suggested that we at least try it. Give it five minutes, we’ll see if she soothes herself.”

Stiles sighed and patted Derek’s chest hair idly, rubbing at his own dry, achy eyes. The past six months had simultaneously been the very best and the most difficult of his entire life. Laura had very kindly donated one of her eggs, Stiles had jerked it in a cup, and a lovely young woman, who was in need of tuition money for grad school, served as their surrogate. Stiles had never expected the conception of his offspring to be such a complicated process that involved so many doctors, but a year later, they were blessed with Mia. She had his eyes and Derek’s hair, and Stiles was pretty sure she was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. She was perfect and wonderful and glorious and holy mother of god, so much work. Stiles had no idea how it was possible to be so exhausted and yet so deliriously happy at the same time.

“How long has it been?” he asked, and Derek grunted.

“90 seconds.” 

Stiles groaned again, squirming restlessly. “Torture, torture, torture.”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Derek said softly, easing himself out from underneath Stiles’ weight. “Be right back.”

Stiles rolled into the warm spot left by Derek’s body and closed his eyes, praying for the sweet relief of sleep. He dozed off, he was pretty sure, and sat bolt upright when he realized that Mia wasn’t crying anymore. How sad was it that he now jerked awake at the absence of sound?

He flopped over to look at the nightstand—it had been four minutes, Derek was still “in the bathroom,” and Mia had stopped crying. Hmm.

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Arya Meme
2/10 Scenes: Meeting Sam in Braavos

“He is not a lord,” a child’s voice put in. “He’s in the Night’s Watch, stupid. From Westeros.” A girl edged into the light, pushing a barrow full of seaweed; a scruffy, skinny creature in big boots, with ragged unwashed hair. “There’s another one down at the Happy Port, singing songs to the Sailor’s Wife,” she informed the two bravos. To Sam she said, “If they ask who is the most beautiful woman in the world, say the Nightingale or else they’ll challenge you. Do you want to buy some clams? I sold all my oysters.”
“I have no coin,” Sam said.
“He has no coin,” mocked the fair-haired bravo. His dark-haired friend grinned and said something in Braavosi. “My friend Terro is chilly. Be our good fat friend and give him your cloak.”
“Don’t do that either,” said the barrow girl, “or else they’ll ask for your boots next, and before long you’ll be naked.”
“Little cats who howl too loud get drowned in the canals,” warned the fair-haired bravo.
“Not if they have claws.” And suddenly there was a knife in the girl’s left hand, a blade as skinny as she was. The one called Terro said something to his fair-haired friend and the two of them moved off, chuckling at one another.

The King.

since i’m having a really big writer block with the last chapter of 3rd whee sol i’ll leave you this to read in the meantime. 

(( Lance-centric.
Good Lotor.
Papa Kolivan.
Also, Lancelot.))

Warnings???: i didn’t re-read this. It was made in like, two days. English my second tongue , OH ! Also, angst. 

-Imagine the typical Langst. Lance thinks he’s only the seventh wheel, right? So he tries to prove the team he’s a value and useful member of team voltron by training more, trying to take care of the others (like helping Shiro sleep, be there for Hunk and Pidge, sometimes sparing with Keith).
-Of course, that’s not enough. Not for him, at least. Lance wants to have the opportunity to prove himself. He wants to show eveyone (and himself) that he’s a good paladin.
-The opportunity eventually presents itself. Kolivan asks Allura for Lance’s help to go into an undercover mission on a planet that is 90% water. The mission is not really that complicated, they only need to go, retrive some information of one of their most value -infiltrados- and then go. The problem here was the Galra base was in the very deeps of the oceanv and the Blade’s ships are not capable of resisting the preassure. That’s why the blue lion is perfect for the job.
-It’s not much, but it gives Lance the perfect chance to show his friends he can also do cool stuff on his own.
-He accepts right away. Allura seems hessitant, but she knows it’s important for Kolivan. Shiro is a little worried, but only wishes Lance good luck and hugs him before he leaves the hangar with the older Galra.
-The planet is some systems away from them and Allura could have whormwhole there with no problem, but it was Galra territory.
-Lance travels the old way with Kolivan by his side to their destination.
-Lance, of course, talks. And surprinsingly, Kolivan does too. They get along really well, and even though the galra is clearly different from him (he’s and alien for god’s sake), Lance can tell that was the start of a great friendship.
-It takes a week and half to get safely to the planet. As Kolivan said, the blue lion was perfect for the mission. Blue felt light as a feather and moved with grace even in the depeest part of that weird alien ocean.
-They arrive to the base and sneak in. A quarter of the galra there are from the blade, which makes their mission eassier in a way.
-They finally meet with the famous and importat informant Kolivan was looking for.
“Kolivan! I was not expecting you. It’s good to see you, who is this beautiful creature that is by your side, if i may ask?”
-Lance is gone.
-Really, the guy was the most handsome thing he had even seen in his life. He stutters, and Kolivan just sighs when he notices what’s going on. (He’s not surprised)
-They talk and Lotor’s explains why he had stop giving them information. “Haggar has been keeping an eye on me. I think she supects of my loyalty to the Galra empire. I had no choice but to stop all comunications with the blade. I am very sorry for not telling my reasons, Kolivan. But you must understand why i had to act fast.”
-He also tells them what a bad idea idea was for them to come to the base. He’s happy to see Kolivan again and to know the Blade is now working with the paladins, but the danger still lingers.
“I’m afraid you will have to stay, at least for a while. The perimeter is dangerous. You were lucky for entering without setting any of the alarms, But leaving will be more difficult. As i said, Haggar has been watching me and my people. She’s looking for any excuse to banish me from the empire. If she sees you, she will destroys us all.”
-Kolivan and Lance are not happy with these news but in order to protect the blade, voltron, they have to stay.
-Lotor gives them armors to blend with the others. They act as Lotor’s personal guards. Which is cool, Lance thinks, because he can be in important meetings and gather important information for Voltron.
-He starts spending a lot of time with Kolivan and Lotor (obviously). Eventually Kolivan becomes a father figure to Lance . The galra is really patient and kind with the boy.
-When they are alone, or only with Lotor in the room, Kolivan will often pat his head like child and call him ‘pup’.
-Lance is really happy with this.
-Lance and Lotor also grows closer to each other. Their friendly flirtation quickly becomes something else and it’s almost as if they’ve been friends since forever.
-The paladin starts noticing a few things, and sees that Lotor actually has a really important position in the galra empire (which is why he’s such an important asset to the blade) but he’s not sure what he is. When he finally asks, Kolivan and Lotor share a look.
-Lotor sits him down and holds his hand before telling him the truth"I am the heir to the throne. Zarkon is my father and Haggar my mother.“ He says and Lance is in shock. He looks wary at first, but he decides that if Kolivan trust Lotor, there’s nothing to worry about
-They ask Lance not to tell anyone about Lotor, not even Allura. Only a few members of the Blade knew the prince was a part of the Blade of Marmora. Since he is their best resource they have to keep him identity safe at all cost.
-Lance is wary at first, but decides to give it a shot. If Kolivan trusts Lotor, then he has nothing to worry about.
-The relationship between Lotor and Lance changes only for the better. The flirting does not stop, but there’s something different in the way they do it now. Kolivan prefers not to say anything about it and watch it from a far. If someone comments something about him being around less, he only says he’s bussy (he wants them to spend some time alone, ok???)
-And month and a half passes before they are able to leave the base and start their trip back to the castle.
-Everyone feels relief when Lance finally contacts them and tells them they are ok.
-They tell all the important details to the princess and the other paladins and from there they start making plans. Lance is beams(? with happiness when everyone compliments his good work.
-Kolivan stays on the ship for reasons idk and of course he keeps spending time with Lance. Allura and Coran are really curious about the type of relationship the both of them have since they are completely different. But the Galra seems to be a positive influence on their blue paladin (they notice was really sad lately but were unsure of how to help), so they prefer not to interfire.
-Kolivan is quick to see through Lance’s facade and how inferior he thinks he is to his fellow teammates. To help him see that’s not true, he goes to Coran, and together they talk to Lance retelling all the goods things he has ever done in battle, how many people he has saved, and how special and important he truly is to the team.
-Lance ends up in tears and hugs the galra and altean. Coran sees now Kolivan as a friend and trust him more because he can see how much he cares for his favorite paladin.
-Lance often jokes they both of them are his space-papas.   (He calls Coran dad or papá, and Kollivan papa [the accent makes the difference])
Coran: "Well, you my be his space-father too but he was my son first.”
Kolivan, with a straight face: “… He likes me more.”
Coran: “HOW DARE YOU??!”
-Coran and Kollivan’s friendship
-Also they make lovely space-parents to Lance.
-Kolivan starts training one-on-one with Lance at nights to help him improve in hand-to-hand combat and also teaches him how to use a sword because “My pup shall learn the ways of the Blade.”
-Keith sometimes joining them. Lance does not want to share Kolivan, but the galra enjoys to spar with the red paladin.
-Some time passes, and Lance starts asking Kolivan more questions about Lotor (and the galra empire in general but he cares more to learn about the prince).
-Kollivan sees what’s going on and helps Lance to communicate with Lotor with the only condition to be careful and to only talk with the prince in certain hours and not to tell anyone. Of course Lance agrees and then Kolivan proceeds to explain him what to do.
-When Lotor notices is not the older galra, but Lance, a big smile draws on his face and his eyes shines with happiness. They talk for hours, and none of them wants to stop but Lotor has things to do and Lance needs to rest.
-They talk almost everyday, and everytime Lance sees Lotor, he feels his heart beat fast. It takes him two months to admit he has feelings for the prince. It takes Lotor a week after his realisation to confess to Lance. They start a long-distance/secretive relationship. Kolivan is the only one who knows about it (he was happy for lance when he told him, but also felt very protective of him) and Coran (but he doesn’t know it’s the prince, he thinks it’s a random galra rebel).
-Thanks to the support of Coran, Kollivan and Lotor, Lance starts feeling better about himself and leavex his insecurites behind. He’s happy, truly happy, and the team is also happy and relief to see Lance like this.
-More missions with the BOM appears, and Kollivan often takes Lance with him because he trust him more than any other member of Voltron. He sometimes takes Keith instead, but he prefers Lance because sometimes Lotor goes to those missions and he finds it as the perfect excuse to reunite the new lovers in the process. They both thank him a lot.  
-Their first kiss is lovely, sweet, and full of tenderness. The kisses they share when it’s time to say good bye, are always filled with passion because they don’t know when they will be able to see each other again.
-They can’t keep their relationship from the other members of the blade because they can’t stop touching the other. The others truly don’t mind, they are actually really supportive of them.
-“Finding happines and love in the middle of a war something we should cherish and protect.”
-Two years passes. The war continues, their secret encounters don’t stop, and their love in spite of the distance and a few problems only blooms into something strong, pure and beautiful.
-Lotor proposes to Lance, not before reveling himself to Coran and explaining all the situation to asks him and Kolivan for Lance’s hand in marriage.
-The proposal happens in the BOM base. Most of the members of the Blade knows about Lotor now. Lotor kneels before him, proposing in the human way (with a ring) and then the galra way (by giving him a collar with a beautiful blue stone)
-Coran is bitter he couldn’t go, but he’s really happy when he sees Lance coming back with a giant smile on his face wearing a beautiful necklace and ring.
-Lance is so happy he can’t keep it secret from his best friend anymore. He doesn’t tell him it’s Lotor, but he tells him he’s being dating a galra from the BOM for 2 whole years and now they are engaged. Hunk is a little bit hurt because something this important was keep from him for so long but he completely understands why his friend coulnd’t tell him. He’s really supportive and he tells him he wants to be his best man on his earth wedding (because he will have one on Earth with his family and another one in space, obviously)
-They keep fighting, the end of the war nearby. The final battle approaches. Voltron, the Blade, and others leaders part of the Voltron alliance makes a plan to finally take down Zarkon once and for all.  They know the risks. Even when Zarkon forces aren’t as big as they used to be, they are still a danger to everyone. They all the allies they can get.  
-Lotor finally reveals the truth to everyone and leaves the empire with those who desire to fight agaisnt Zarkon. Allura and the other leaders are doubtful of his loyalty to the cause, but Kollvan tells them everything the prince did for them and how much he helped in the last few years.
-Lance and Lotor prefer not to tell team voltron about ther engagement because they have more important things to think about. Still, they aren’t exactly subtle about it.
-Lotor’s guards are the first ones to find out. Lance often visits Lotor in the middle of the night. He always tells the guards he’s just there to talk, but the galra have very good hearing. They know is not 'talking’ what their prince and the paladin do at nights.
-Hunk is the next one to know, of course. He actually finds making out in his kitchen.
“OH MY GOD! The Galra Prince?! You told me it was just some random galra from the Blade!”
“Technically i didn’t lie. He’s from the Blade.”
-Almost every Galra under Lotor’s command knows about his relationship with the Blue Paladin by now.
-Pidge thinks there’s something weird going between them but she prefers to ignore it. Shiro and Keith thinks it’s only friendship. The mice tells Allura but she believes it’s a joke.
-Slav already knew.
-When the other leaders sees what’s going on they actually starts trusting Lotor more. If the blue paladin of voltron can trust him, they also can. (blue is the most loyal and trusting of the paladins, they trust his judgement)
-They finally come up with a plan. Lance is afraid of what might happen, so is Lotor.
-The galra ask Lance to marry him before going to war. Lance thinks it’s a beautiful idea and accepts.
-it’s a simple ceremony and the do it in the BOM ship. Coran and Hunk are there as many of other galras. Kollivan is the one who leads the ceremony.
-It’s so sweet and Coran is definitely not crying at this point.
-They spend some hours together before parting ways to go to their positions.
-They attack Zarkon while he’s on a planet and manage to trap him inside.
-The battle is brutal. Zarkon is merciless and Haggar is cruel. For a horrible moment… Everyone thinks they are going to lose. But Voltron is stronger. And Voltron finally defeats Zarkon agaisnt all odds.  
-There’s a big blast and each lion goes flying in different directions. The paladins crash on the planet, and now it’s turn of their allies to defeat Haggar and other galra forces. Allura, with the help of light druids, is capable of defeating the witch.
-Meanwhile, Lance leaves the blue lion and starts fighting others galras. He wants to find his friends, see if they are ok, but he needs to fight. He needs to help everyone he can.
-Surprinsingly, he finds Lotor in the heat of the battle. He’s beautiful and ruthless. But he’s to focused and can’t see he’s about to be attacked from behind. Lance is fast, and without thinking it twice he draws his weapong and shots the enemy down. Lotor turns around, and smiles when he sees Lance. They keep fighting side by side. They are unstoppable force together. Finally, the galras started showing their surrender.
-They are still breathing heavily. Lotor and Lance stare at each other, and start laughing with tears rolling down their faces. They done it, they won. They finally won.
-Lance gives a step towards Lotor. The prince smiles and before he can move, there’s a shot. The expression on their faces completely changes. There are some screams, the time seems to stop for both of them. Lance looks pales, and Lotor falls to ground. He runs to his side and holds him tightly. He’s trembling and Lotor is quickly fading before his eyes.
“Please don’t… Lotor please don’t close your eyes, love. Please focus on me, please baby, please.” Lance keeps repeting with fear.
The galra only smiles at him, rises his arm and pulls him down for a last kiss. Lance can taste for blood from his lips. He also knows his armor is no longer white, but crimson.
-Lance kisses him with fear of letting him go and keeps murmuring sweet promises of love to the prince. Not realising the moment Lotor stopped breathing.
-Many surrounds them, allies and enemies alike. They watch the scene with sorrow. Nobody dares to get closer to them. Nobody but Kolivan, who grabs Lance by the shoulders and slowly tries to pull him apart.
“No, no, please, Lotor–!”
“Is not longer with us, pup. Let him go.” Says Kolivan in a soft voice.
“No, no i can’t! Please papa, there’s must be something we can do!!” Kolivan heart broke at the sight.
-It was difficult, but Lance finally let Lotor go. He just stood in silence next to Kolivan as he saw others carry away the corpse of his beloved one
-Lance doesn’t move, doesn’t speaks. The tears are not longer running down his face, but he still looks miserable.
-Kolivan makes him walk back to where the castle is. When they enter the room, everyone is there. The paladins seems so happy and all of them are celebrating. They quickly stops when they see that Lance is in shock and corevered in blood.
-They think at first Lance is hurt and tries to talk to him with no results. Kolivan tells them the that someone dear to the paladin died in his arms.
-Coran and Hunk conect the dots and takes Lance from Kolivan. They take his armor off and takes him to the showers to get rid off the blood.
-Lance stops talking to everyone and locks himself in his room. He only eats when Hunk or Coran makes him, but otherwise he just sleeps all day or just lays awake on his bed.
-Weeks passes like this, but nobody but Kolivan can actually make him talk. He’s too hurt, too sad. He cuddles with Hunk and Coran, but he can’t help but miss the arms of his lover.
-Shiro wishes to be help more, but he and the princess are needed somewhere else. Now that the galra has no leaders, everything is a chaos and they need to put order in the fallen empire.  Sometimes Shiro skips his meetings to visit the blue paladin, he stops trying to make Lance talk (it’s useless) but he always hugs him and tells him about his day. (Lance always seems not be listening, but he is).
-Pidge and Keith also tries to help, but they don’t know what they can do for their friend. The best thing they can do is sits beside him until nights falls (sometimes they fall asleep on his floor).  
-Once the galra empire is more or less stable and the galra’s that fought beside Zarkon are now in imprisioned, the BOM decides they need to make an official funeral ceremony for their prince and name their new ruler.
-They need the paladins and princess to be present, and it surprises them when Lance suddenly appears and tells them he is going too. Coras and Hunk looks worried, but Lance ignores their questions and prefers to go to Kolivan and stay in his ship with him.
-The day of the ceremony arrives, and Lance is nowhere in sight. They think he decides not to go. So they get into their battle armors and goes to the place they are expected to be.
-They see Lance already there wearing a royal Galra robe, which confuses and surprises them.
-Kolivan and others galras part of the blade, leads the ceremony talking about the good things their prince did for them and how much he sacrificed(? and risk in order to proctect his people.
-Lance looks about to crumble when Kolivan calls his name and asks him to give a step forward. Is Lance’s turn.
-The others looks at him weird, not knowing what he was about to do.
-Lance liftes a little box, full of strange-looking flowers. Under them, there were also some of Lotor’s belogings. Suddendly, after a druid says some words in a tongue they can’t understand, the flowers takes and unnatural color and starts irradiating a beautiful light. The flowers elevates and then they vanished in the sky.
-According to the galra, the ceremony was to make sure Lotor’s soul could reach peace, and let his soul become part of the stars. To be one with the universe once again.
-Lance is fully sobbing now. His cries are so painful, so full of grief, that they made everyone present shiver. The paladins and princess finally understands who was the one that Lance lost in the battle.
-He falls to his knees, and Kolivan moves fast to help him stand again. He doesn’t let him go for the rest of the ceremony.
-Lance starts talking, saying how much Lotor dreamt about the day his people would be free from his father control. How sorry he felt for those who were enslaved for their selfish goals. How much he desired to built a better Galra empire. One that could live in peace with the other races across the galaxy. Lance says that the Galra have a long way to go to make up for the damage they done (not entirely their fault, really) but promises to be there for them. To help them to get back on their feets again. He promises to be there for all the good galras that fought besides them to help them defeat Voltron, and he will fight for those who chose to follow Zarkon for fear and not really because they believed in their cause.
“Everyone deserves a second chance” he says, “and i will give one to anyone who truly desires to change. This new empire will be built with trust, loyalty and new hopes.”
When he finish his speech, he kneels and Kolivan approaches him with a black crown in hand. Since Zarkon, Haggar and the rightful heir to the throne are gone, the crown is now Lance’s by law. Kolivan carefully puts the crown on Lance’s head and then steps aside.
“Rise, my King.”
-All the galras kneel when Lance stands up.
-The team truly can’t believe what’s happening before their eyes Not even Coran was expecting this to happen.

“All hail King Lancelot!”

Lance promise to himself to give his life to the galra empire and to make everything what Lotor once dreamt about come true.


So, this is it. It was so much longer than i expected, i’m not surprised by that anymore. Hope you like it♥ 

Also, this song ‘the born king’ ( x ) was the one that inspire me to write this. 

Kids in Love (Valentine’s Special)

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Request: Can you do somethin’ somethin’ cute for valentines day?

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Kids in Love (Valentine’s special)

Shawn unlocked the front door to their house and made his way into the hall. He was humming a joyful melody, nodding his head along to the music in his headphones, blasting on the highest level.

She never really understood, how he could stand the noise being that abnormally loud.

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***so today I saw the most beautiful picture of lili in this pink princess gown and I had to write a bughead fanfic about princess Betty!****


“she’s beautiful, I saw her with my own eyes. you wouldn’t believe how gorgeous she was.” Lady Veronica Lodge, gushed excitedly as she fanned herself and struggled to sit down in her tightly corseted dress.

Kevin Keller nodded dreamily, he was the executioners son but he could not be more different from his sadistic father
“The blue gown she was wearing looked like it was made of the softest silk I’ve ever seen! And her hair, she most definitely is the most stunning princess we’ve ever had grace Riverdale.”

“Yes but did you hear of the trouble she has caused in her kingdom, the people of Pembrooke love her dearly but she has caused a stir by refusing to be married off, she won’t settle for an arranged marriage and with the deaths of her parents she is soon to be queen, the decision is solely hers.” Josie McCoy stated ,the towns troubadour, she sang at nearly all of the pubs and royal events.

Jugheads interest was peaked, he had never heard of anyone refusing arrangement, especially royalty. Being of the lowest class he never paid attention to petty gossip in regards to the court, he was just grateful he would not be married off, no one wanted his hand, he had nothing to offer and the women of Riverdale knew that. He was a builder just like his father, he lived in the slums and took whatever jobs he could gain, he went hungry more often than not. fortunately for Jughead, Lady Veronica always managed to have endless supplies of odd foods. The friendship between Kevin, Veronica, Josie and Jughead was quite different. They all came from separate social classes but came together over broken families and responsibility, they had met in day school years ago and had forged a bond that had remained true.

“Well I think it’s Romantic. She’s waiting for love! Although Prince Archie is quite the catch, he’s the most handsome boy in all of the surrounding lands.” Veronica swooned, her chin in her palm as she stared longingly at the water in the distance.

There was a commotion arising from their left as the four teens turned to see what was causing all the noise.

The most beautiful creature Jughead had ever seen in his entire life was headed their way, golden hair the color of sunshine was pinned neatly above her head, whisps falling into her face, her lips were perfectly pink and her skin looked soft enough to sleep on, his eyes drew down her body and he took in her cinched waist, she was draped in varying shades of green fabric that made her meadow eyes appear to glimmers. She walked almost as if she were floating, every move she made was delicate and graceful, her fingers fluttering by her side.

“That’s her. That’s the princess!” Kevin exclaimed, hopping to his feet and smoothing out his hair, he held a hand out to Veronica and she adjusted herself as well. Jughead was frozen in his spot, she wasn’t looking their way but he could feel her presence burning his skin, she was almost to them when a young boy hobbled to her side, scrambling out of his mothers arms

“Princess Elizabeth! Princess Elizabeth!” He shouted, causing the beautiful blonde to turn towards the tiny voice, her guards stepping aside carelessly, it appeared that this was a common thing.

The little boy waddled towards her and reached a hand out to the shiny silk of her skirt, his dirty fingers grabbing for it. The entire line of people gasped, holding their breath to see what happened next. There were rules, a peddler had accidentally gotten dirt on the last princess who came through and he was sent away, after a particularly nasty snarl and slew of unladylike words the man was hurled into the back of a buggy and never seen again.

But not Princess Elizabeth, she bent down quickly, her heels digging into the dirt

“Well hello love.” She grinned, holding out the hem of her skirt so the little boy could have a closer look. “It’s green, just like your eyes.” She gently tapped the toddler on his nose and he giggled, before stepping back. The mother came forward quickly

“My sincerest apologies princess, he knows no better.” The woman’s eyes were frantic as she stepped in front of her son.

sparkling green eyes stared in gentle confusion as the young royalty smiled so softly it set the entire town at ease.

“You needn’t apologize for your child, curious minds will build our new nation.” Elizabeth bent down and spoke to the shaky toddler “never fear asking questions love, your mind will shape this kingdom.” Pressing a kiss to his cheek she stood carefully and waved, heading back to her guards and ignoring the quiet murmurs of shock.

Jugheads heart was pounding in his chest, she was exceptional, she was kind and caring and beautiful, compassionate and wise.
“Wow.” He mumbled.

And then almost as in a movie, she was standing before the group, her eyes locking in on his stormy ones intently.

“Hello.” She smiled, scanning the faces of the teens.

“Your Highness.” Veronica curtsied

“Princess Elizabeth, it is an honor.” Kevin gaped.

Josie nodded excitedly
“Your Highness.” She echoed Veronica.

“Oh no, I feel as though we may be the same age, are we not? You mustn’t call me anything other than Betty, I would love greatly to know your names.” Her eyes lingered on Jughead, he opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off.

“I am Veronica Lodge. I am so incredibly excited to meet you. Your gown is beautiful.” She beamed, her leg bouncing.

Kevin went quickly after
“Kevin Keller, I second the notion on the gown you are a vision Princess.”

“I’m Josie McCoy, always an honor.” She smiled softly.

It was Jugheads turn and he wasn’t even sure he could speak.

“Forsythe Jones” he mumbled out, his hands fidgeting.

“Forsythe.” Betty spoke his name out loud and he winced

“Actually, people call me Jughead.” He wanted so desperately to hear his name of choice come from her pretty lips.

“Jughead.” She nodded finally, dimples poking free. “I like that very much.”

Jughead felt the heat of his blush rising as he ran a hand through his mop of dark raven hair.

“Princess, I’m sorry to interrupt but we must go.
You’ve a meeting with the liege of this kingdom.”
A man looked over Betty with a welcoming smile.

The princess seemed slightly taken aback
“Oh yes, of course. I simply lost of track of time, Thankyou Pops.” She placed a hand on the mans arm and he headed back slowly, Betty turned back to the group

“You must come to the ball that is being thrown tonight! I fear it will be filled with stuffy royalty.” She giggled behind her hand as all of the teens stared at her with wide eyes “I can say that because I am indeed one of them. I will get your names on the list. I beg of you please, I feel as though I would like to be your friend.” Her eyes settled on his and he swallowed, nodding slowly.

“Of course, it is an honor to attend the queens ball.” Veronica was nearly crying in excitement, Kevin had grabbed her fan and was fanning himself.
“We will be in attendance” Josie grinned smoothly.

“Princess Elizabeth.” The man called Pops spoke again.

“I really must go. I hope to see you there.” Her smile was breathtaking as she walked back to the buggy.

He watched as the cart drove off, there was no way he was missing this ball… the main question of course was…

What on earth was he going to wear?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULETTE GODDARD! June 3, 1910 - April 23, 1990

“She was cheerful and amusing, a one of a kind, fanciful creature.” — Charles Chaplin

“From the first day, we recognized in you, the best person in the world.” — Charles Chaplin Jr.

“I’d never seen anyone so beautiful and elegant, except at a distance. Although she had a delicious sense of humor, she still occupied a pedestal, and I was quite in awe of her. Someday, I told myself, I would be like her.” — Lana Turner

“She is the most honest actress I ever knew.” — Ray Milland 

“She is very disarming, a marvelous girl with a sense of humor; I have never forgotten how beautiful she was.” — Lita Grey 

“She is fascinating and incredibly beautiful.” — Erich Maria Remarque 

“Paulette was always such a busy little thing. She was like a little pixie with her knitting needles clicking away - so busy. When we sat by the fireplace, or out in the garden, or on the yacht, she was busy knitting. All of my sweaters, and even my socks, she knitted. She used to turn out a sweater in a couple of days. When H.G. Wells was at our house, and admired one of my sweaters, that little busy-fingers surprised him with a completed sweater the next night for dinner. Sounds unbelievable but that’s the way Mrs. Chaplin is.” — Charles Chaplin 

“Gentlemen prefer blondes until they get a hold on Paulette!” — Anita Loos 

“You live in the present and you eliminate things that don’t matter. You don’t carry the burden of the past. I’m not impressed by the past very much. The past bores me, to tell you the truth; it really bores me. I don’t remember many movies and certainly not my own.” — Paulette Goddard

Astrology of Venus

Her many faces, and her whole

In English we must use adjectives to distinguish the different kinds of love for which the ancients had distinct names. Mortimer Adler


Most who find themselves drawn to astrology very quickly learn of Venus and her role in determining one’s identity. She is the heavenly body of love, sentimentality, pleasure, art, and happiness. In the natal chart, the house and sign she resides in shows how one approaches relationships, what they seek in a partner, and what appeals to our senses in general. For these reasons, she is one of the main heavenly bodies acknowledged in synastry, the art of relationship astrology, and yet she is not the only one of her kind.

Venus is not alone, she is joined by sister asteroids and small planets that add facets to the Venusian aspect of our identities. Aphrodite, Astarte, and Ishtar are her counterparts - her sisters, her other identities. In this article, these different “facets” of Venus will be explored, along with the influence they have in the natal chart.

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anonymous asked:

hey bud you got the good stuff (SMH & dogs headcanons)??

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•bitty loves all dogs but is a sucker for anything that’s fluffy/curly…like, if you’ve seen yuri on ice, his ideal dog would be makkachin

•jack on the other hand is a big dog person. huskies, german shepherds, even great danes. they’re good to run with and better to snuggle with. he doesn’t trust anything overly yippy

•shitty had 2 dogs growing up and they were both cavalier king charles spaniels…NOT afraid of being loud

•lardo’s first and foremost loyalty is to the baby ducks but she is known to cry over baby pomeranians

•holster wants a chihuahua that he can carry in a bag like a spoiled 2006 rich kid. also is gross enough to kiss dogs on the mouth

•ransom has the most beautiful border collie you’ve ever seen. you want to fall down a well so she can rescue you

•nursey could never have dogs growing up living in the city but once he gets his own place in the countryside he gets 2 samoyeds and he loves them so much

•dex, unexpectedly, has a fucking snow-white borzoi. the first time he has chowder and nursey over he has to explain that that strange creature sprinting frantically through the mist is NOT a malevolent spirit coming to kill them but is just his dog

•chowder has the two cutest golden retrievers ever. he taught them to fetch pucks