you could be great, you know, and slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.
don’t let infamy be your motto. don’t let anyone else’s expectations stop you. don’t let the world tell you what to do; tell the world what it should do. the universe is yours for the taking; so own it like you mean it. empires aren’t built in one day, but if you don’t start someday the kingdom will never be yours. remember that well and do all things with determination, dexterity, and, above all, integrity to yourself. do not forget who you are.
What if the paladins’ zodiac signs are based on their elements?
Hear me out.
We already have Hunk, whose birthday is on January the 13th - making him a Capricorn. Capricorn is an earth sign, and the yellow lion is the guardian spirit of earth!
Shiro’s birthday is on February the 29th, making him a Pisces - the most spiritual of the signs.
If this pattern continues, we have 3 possibilities each for Keith, Lance and Pidge:
Keith: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius
Lance: Pisces*, Cancer, Scorpio
Pidge: Aquarius*, Gemini, Libra
very likely, both would’ve been confirmed by now)
My guess for Keith is that he’s an Aries.
Aries are said to be brave, courageous, and trustworthy, but also fierce and impulsive.
They’re born leaders, always willing to take one for the team - but their stubbornness can sometimes cloud their judgement.
Keith has all these traits, as shown in “Across the Universe” and “The Blade of Marmora”. While he was able to pilot the Black Lion in order to save Shiro, he didn’t seem concerned about his own wellbeing in the slightest when he took quite the beating from those Marmora fighters.
Keith likes to push himself. But when a member of his team is in danger and he’s got to make a quick decision, he usually acts very level-headed.
When Allura was taken captive by Zarkon, he proposed to come up with a plan instead of rushing head first into battle, something he didn’t consider at all when he was fighting Zarkon one on one. While this may have seemed cold, it was - strategically speaking - the decision any experienced leader would have made.
And when Shiro was beginning to lose consciousness, Keith didn’t blindly rush to him in a weak attempt to take on those beasts by himself. Instead he placed everything on one card, asking the Black Lion for help.
And it worked. Because he knew what he was doing.
Lance doesn’t seem like a Scorpio at all, and if we rule out Pisces as a possibility, Cancer is the only sign left. And it fits:
People with the Cancer zodiac are sensitive, loyal, creative and spontaneous - but also naive and clingy.
It’s canon that Lance is very loyal to his teammates and friends, but he also likes to internalise his issues and has insecurities that gnaw at his confidence. Let me hug u
As for Pidge, I can see why one would argue that she’s a Libra - but I’m leaning more towards Gemini.
She’s quick-witted, adaptable and a fast learner, but indecisive and a bit of an overthinker at times. Her main goal is finding her brother and father. While this may motivate her and give her a reason to continue piloting the Green Lion, it is also her biggest weakness. I wouldn’t be surprised if the paladins’ enemies used Pidge’s family against her at some point in the future.
Her ability to figure out Olkarian technology in a split second and her eagerness to learn Altean has me convinced that she’s a Gemini. They’re said to be two-faced.
These are my guesses based on Season 1 & 2 and what little information we have on Hunk and Shiro. If you have any ideas or things that you’d like to point out, feel free to add on!
I wish white people would STOP acting like they have a long storied history of being racially progressive, harmonious, supportive and peaceful. YOU DO NOT! In the United States alone have 240+ years of being willfully ignorant, violent, oppressive and MURDEROUS against black, natives, mexicans, hispanics, asians and anyone in between. you deserve every suspicious side eye you get. you deserve all the mistrust. you deserve the mockery for your ignorance. especially when you deny these things happen, downplay their impact, deny that you enjoy any benefits from those actions and continue to support them.
I’ve just been thinking about what if King, who for whatever reason isn’t fixed, got out one time. And it worries Neil to no end, but then a few days later King shows back up like nothing was the matter. She doesn’t have any scratches or signs of being in harm so Neil doesn’t take her into the vet.
Then a couple weeks later she just starts vomiting??? And she’s not scared of Andrew, and is constantly rubbing up and purring against him and Neil??? And she’s very pissy at Sir, when they are normally affectionate???
The first two things obviously don’t mix well with Andrew, and after he finds vomit in his shoes he makes Neil take the cat to the vet. When Neil gets there he tells the vet everything that’s been happening, just thinking she got into some bad food or something, but surprise surprise!! She’s pregnant!!!
So then Neil and Andrew just have to deal and help their pregnant cat until she gives birth, and then they help with the kittens. They end up giving kittens to the original foxes who want one, but Neil has grown SO ATTACHED Andrew can’t say no to keeping Neil’s favorite kitten.
Also they fix King as soon as possible.
Summary: Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.
Word Count: 1,557
Author’s Note: Here’s Part 3! Please enjoy and, if you’re feeling generous, please continue to leave feedback, it’s really helping!
The threat of hyperventilation bubbled in your chest until you got back to your temporary quarters and securely locked the door. Pressing your back against the steel, you slid to the floor and cupped your head in your hands and took a shuddering breath. Five years, gone.
These people… they showed you so much kindness, concern, but you didn’t know a single face aside from Kirk and Spock and only then because their faces were plastered all over the Enterprise propaganda when you enlisted.
And Scotty… Uhura was right. You’d never seen a grown man cry like that. All you wanted to do was promise him it would all be okay, but what would those words do coming from the mouth of his own wife? And then, you weren’t sure you could make it sound convincing in your state, when every touch made you want to recoil, to protect yourself from this stranger. Guilt tore at your stomach. He didn’t seem like that kind of man, but you couldn’t keep the thoughts from forming.
When you looked at him, you saw nothing. He was a perfectly average looking man, or at least you assumed he’d be if you saw him without red-stained eyes. You didn’t take a close enough look over dinner; you wished you had. His face, his voice, his home meant nothing to you. Like you’d just met for the first time.
If you ever get a hankering you should draw some Jesper and Wylan. I think they would be cute in your style
I’ve only read the first book, but I know they’re a ~thing~ so once I’m into the second one I’m sure I’ll be inspired. I mean, they’ve already had little moments here and there and jespers whole “I like your stupid face” meltdown.
Light: Alliance. Plants needs light to grow, after all. She feels favorably towards them and will let them in the territory as they wish
Shadow: Some plants need partial shadow and stuff to bloom, and the diversity of glowing plants in the area intrigues her, but she would just Rather Not deal with them
Earth: Another alliance similar to light, though she def side eyes him like, “you got all that great soil and you can’t grow a damn thing bless your heart”
Ice: Bastards who kill her plants. Not Allowed.
Fire: She views the Flamecaller like a high schooler views their ex. Without the relationship they never would have grown into who they are today (because fire clears plants and makes way for new life, etc) but damn do they hate each other with a fiery passion
Water: She lowkey has the hots for water. Water is def welcome. Please send this note to the tidelord ;)
Plague: The harbingers of death and destruction. Just because she acknowledges their uses doesn’t mean she doesn’t wish the ecosystem could exist without them. How I feel about mosquitoes.
Arcane: Heavy side eye but not willing to fight. Just unnatural, y’know? Slight fear. More than slight.
Lightning: HEAVY JUDGING. What a complete idiot. Way to completely ruin your environment, moron. Lowkey hopes they all get buried underground so she doesn’t have to look at them and their environment. Disgusting. Almost as much hatred as plague
Roswell: *shrugs* Yeah, go for it. *goes back to eating*
Norah: It was the first day of junior year in high school and I was on my way to class. Now, on this particular morning I didn’t have time to eat breakfast or anything, so I just poured some coffee in a thermos and headed out. I was walking around a corner when bam! Next thing I know I’m on the ground and my coffee had spilled all over my clothes and the floor. The little freshmen didn’t even stop to see if I was okay. As I’m about to get up, I hear someone ask if I needed any help and when I turned around there was Roswell. *smiles* He helped clean up the mess on the floor and then offered to let me wear his gym shirt for the day, which, thankfully, was clean. So I spent the rest of the day wearing some stranger’s baggy shirt. When I returned it to him the next day, we got to talking and, well, here we are.
This had been going on for weeks now. Well years really, but these last few weeks it had gotten bad. Juice and Y/N had been hooking up for a long time. Y/N wasn’t a crow-eater. She wasn’t any thing like that. She was, actually, quite the contrary. She was a business owner with a clean record a nice home and a “modest” wardrobe, by her mother’s standards at least. Despite all of this no man wanted to bring her home to meet their mom, since she was the daughter of the porn queen and SAMCRO lifer, Luanne and Big Otto Delaney. With a lineage like that, everyone assumed business owner meant porn business. Although her mom Luann helped her out by cosigning for the building, every thing else that had to do with the salon was hers. It was nice, and it was normal, nothing like you’d expect if you knew her parents. Gemma and her mom were in for some trims and highlights and noticed her odd behavior.
"What’s wrong baby?“ Luann questioned
"Yeah sweetheart you’ve been quiet all day.” Gemma pushed.
“Is it about Juice? Are you still hung up on that?” Luann knew it had to be that. Y/N had come to her about the situation almost as soon as it happened. Y/N’s mom was her best friend and Luann was her baby girl’s number one fan. That girl could do no wrong in her mother’s eyes and Y/N worked hard to not let her down. Just as Luann had worked hard to make sure Y/N had every opportunity to succeed in life despite her and Otto’s pasts.
"What about Juice…“ Gemma said flatly as if he had messed up and she just knew it.
"It’s not like that Gem and yes mom. I just don’t know what to do! This is beyond frustrating! Mom help me!! Please?” Y/N was practically begging for her mom to tell her what to do.
Luann stood up and turned to her daughter. “Baby look at me,” she took Y/N by the face a hand on each cheek forcing Y/N to look her in the eyes, “You have been going over this in your mind for weeks now. I can see you are scared and that tells me only one thing…” Luann brushed her girls hair back “that you love him honey.“
Years ago Y/N and Juice started hooking up. The two of them never dated, they never really talked about what it all meant, but remained good friends. It was the perfect friends with benefits deal. They would talk about everything and nothing and would find comfort with each other in, what to an outsider wouldn’t seem like a lonely life, but actually was. She just wanted someone to want her without fear or judgement and he just wanted someone who wasn’t trying to fuck his kutte.
All of it changed a few weeks ago, maybe even before then. The guys were on a run when all hell broke loose and a stray bullet whizzed just past Juice’s ear and into Jax’s arm right behind him. It was all too much for him to handle and after they got back Juice found himself pulling up to Y/N’s house. Before he could even think he was knocking on her front door and as soon as it was opened he pushed his way in, backing her up against the wall and kissing her. As he scooped her up in his arms he kicked the door shut behind him and without words he brought her up stairs laid her down and tried in every way he could to say that he loved her without using the words. Saying it would ruin the moment, he couldn’t let his voice ruin that, not yet anyway.
The next morning Juice came down the stairs dressed and ready to leave. "Leaving so soon?” She had questioned.
"Maybe,“ was his simple reply. At the questioning look she presented him he took a breath and told her how he felt, how somewhere along the way he fell in love with her. How it seems sudden but that he thinks he always loved her but ignored it for fear of ruining what they had. Which is why he didn’t say it the night before. She simply stood frozen as he slipped on his kutte telling her to think about what he’d said, kissing her temple, whispered an ‘I Love You’ and walked out her door.
That was when she went to her mom. She told Luann about how he loved her wanted to be with her and only her. Maybe even have that family they had talked about having one day. Before, when they talked, the kids in the dreams weren’t THEIR kids, but now he wanted them to be. The problem was she was so afraid of a marriage like her mom and dad’s.
It made her heartbreak over and over again to see two who people loved each other more than any book or movie could describe never be together again. That was because of the club, which is why even though she loved all of them, she vowed that she would not marry into the club. And yet here she was, faced with a choice; the life she planned, or him.
Luann continued to stare at Y/N. "Look baby we have to go. Remember there’s a party tonight at the clubhouse. You still coming?”
She snapped out of her thoughts, “Huh? Yeah 8 o'clock, I’ll be there. ” She responded absent mindedly.
As Gemma went to leave she took a hard look at Y/N before softening her face. “Sweetheart you want my advice? Real life and plans? They don’t actually work hand in hand. You understand what I’m saying?"
Later that night Y/N was sitting at the bar in the club house. The party was in full swing, filled with members from all up and down the coast. She had tried to avoid Juice. She was still wrestling with her own mind, heart, and gut over the whole situation. This turmoil was only made worse by the fact that every time she turned around Juice was there at the edge of her sight another girl hanging off of him. Granted he didn’t give them the time of day, just ignoring the fact they were there. He had even locked eyes with Y/N when she first came in, simply giving a tight lipped smile.
Juice had been fighting with himself to not ask Y/N where she was at with what he had told her. He knew why she would shy away because he knew everything about her. In their years together they had shared everything hopes dreams fears. Only recently did he realize they never shared heartbreak. She had told him every breakup but he realized all of a sudden that he hadn’t really done the same. It was almost as if he was subconsciously avoiding anything serious with anyone. How long had he been in love with her without knowing it? After telling her everything he had left and gone back to his own place to shower. Staring in the mirror, he stood, struggling with his own mind of how he had just lost his best friend. There he came to the realization that he did not want to live without her in his life. The only problem was he had already opened his damn mouth and now he was watching her fake smiles and fake interest in stories because he had put terrifying and confusing thoughts into her pretty mind.
"Go talk to him.” Gemma had come up behind Y/N and caused her to jump nearly out of her skin.
"Gemma, you scared the shit outta me.“ Y/N breathed out clutching her hand to her chest.
"Hmm tell me how is it I scared a girl in a room full of people?” Y/N just blushed sheepishly not looking Gemma in the eye. “Unless she wasn’t even really here..” Gemma mumbled under her breath. “Where’d your mind go darlin?"
"You really gonna talk like you don’t know?” Y/N snarked back.
Gemma smirked out a huff and looked across the room “Yeah. Been watching him side eyeing you all night. It’s actually kinda cute. Pathetic, but cute."
"Gemma what do I do? I have worked so hard to have a quiet life but every guy I get involved with hears about my family and either books it or acts like he’s God’s gift and I need him to rescue me. I love all these guys. I mean, Bobby took me to a father daughter dance because my dad was inside. You have no idea what it’s like seeing your mom and dad, two people so in love with each other not be able to even touch. Not only that but she has worked so hard so I wouldn’t have to live that way. I’m not like my mom, she is incredibly strong, and I don’t think, no, I know I’m not that strong. I’m already to afraid to admit how I feel out loud because it will just become real.”
Y/N took a breath realizing her rambling and trying to rein it in.
Gemma took this opportunity to lay some truth on her goddaughter.
“I get it sweetheart, you have a plan for your life. But like I said plans and life, they don’t always work hand in hand. I know you think you are going to disappoint them if you end up with a member."
Gemma wanted her to understand that she understood the struggle, but before she could continue the woman whose words mattered most made her presence known.
Luann had come up behind them and overheard all of Y/N’s fears, feeling terrible that disappointing her was one of them.
"Mom! Hey.“ Y/N put on that brave face she had learned from Luann herself.
"Baby listen to me the only thing I could be disappointed in is you missing out on the love of your life. If it’s him go for it. Yeah it kills me to not be with Otto but I would not trade him and the love we got for each other for any number of picket fences and 9-5 safe jobs in the world."
Y/N just stared at at her mother. After all these years she still couldn’t believe that her mom could read her mind so well that she said exactly what she didn’t know she needed to hear. All Y/ N could do was smile at Luann.
Gemma jumped off her stool clearing her throat. "Come on Luann I need another drink. And you,” She turned to Y/N “get over this already you are never this serious, and I cannot believe I’m saying this but I actually miss the smart-ass version of you."
Luann chuckled at that and walked away with Gemma once again leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts. As she turned around she met her eyes with his across the room.
She was pulled from her trance when she realized that someone was trying to talk to her.
"Hmm? I’m sorry did you say something?” She asked the man leaning next to her in a kutte.
"I asked if maybe you’d like to make this a private party, just the two of us?“ He looked her up and down biting his lip.
That was all it took for the smart-ass fire cracker that was Y/N Delaney to make her grand return. Looking him up and down she replied. "Sorry sweetheart, I like a little more… Puerto Rican in my wood."
Hopping off her barstool she beelined it to the only man in the room who fit the description. Grabbing him by his kutte she pulled him to one of the rooms in the back of the club house.
Once inside and alone with him her nerves set back in. Juice just watched her pace in front of him, not sure what was going to happen, but with his own heart currently in his throat he didn’t have a way to question her actions. "Y/N…” he started to say but she cut him off.
"I love you too!“ She blurted out and instantly slapped her hands over her mouth. He was grinning that mega watt smile, the one that made his big eyes crinkle up on the sides, the one that she couldn’t help but return.
"Yeah?” He questioned as he started to walk towards her. She removed her hands from her mouth nodding her head yes as he closed the distance and kissed her. Deep and sweet and right on the mouth. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her small frame up his body to hold her.
Their kisses soon became more passionate but she pulled away allowing him to attack her neck, running hot open mouthed kisses along her throat and down her chest.
"Juice…Hey… Baby…. JUICE” Y/N tried to gain his attention becoming more stern with each breath. Finally he pulled his mouth away from her chest and looked up into her eyes where he had hoisted her up.
"Mmm?“ He questioned rubbing his lips together trying to take her seriously as her tone suggested he do. The only problem was she was the least serious person he had ever met. She was a smart ass, a joker, she made terrible puns and grade school level jokes when she was uncomfortable.
"I need you to understand something.” She pushed the subject, and poor Juice he was trying, he really was, but this had been killing him for 3 weeks now and the girl of his dreams just told him she loved him. They were alone, and currently her legs were wrapped around him and her chest was making eye contact with him, “well we need to understand… what are we?“
"Well if you’re game, I’d like it if I’m only yours and you’re only mine. Maybe we don’t leave each other the next morning. I’m thinking we keep talkin’ about those futures only we picture each other in them instead of some Imaginary Mr or Ms Right.”
She smiled at this and he dove back into her.
"Whoa there, slow down what are you doing? I’m not done.“
Juice huffed out a growl and reluctantly pulled back and again schooled his face to attempt to take her seriously. Y/N untangled herself from him, she just had to get this off her chest, she needed the clarification. The only problem with that, however, was when she got uncomfortable she cracked jokes and asserting herself made her very uncomfortable.
"It’s just ya know…we need to be sure…about…ummmm each other’s…expectations. Like…what, what, what um do you want from,umm, me?” Y/ N stammered through her not-very-well-thought-out speech.
"I just told you?“ Juice was confused
"Tell me what YOU want,” he coaxed.
This was it, this is this was what had her uncomfortable. It wasn’t asserting herself, it was what she wanted, and now that she told him she loved him what if he didn’t want the same thing as her? What if he changed his mind…
"Well?” He was watching her he saw the fear in her eyes
"It’s just… I’m all in here Juice. I dont…“ She was struggling to find the words. "This life it’s not what I pictured from myself…"
Juice stepped towards her "I know baby, you’re scared and so am I, and I can’t promise that it’s gonna be perfect but I can promise that I’m gonna try to make it that way and if you work with me on that we will have a perfectly imperfect life. Together. "
That’s all it took, "Ok.”
Juice’s grin had made its grand return lighting his face up once again “Yeah?"
"Yes,” She said with more resolve “but I have one rule”
"Anything baby” he nodded his head.
"This whole ‘what happens on a run stays on a run’ nonsense is bullshit. Your Dick belongs either in your pants or in my pussy. You got that? I ain’t sharing you with nobody. “
Juice lost it, a full belly laugh escaping him, “Where do you think I’ve been trying to put it this whole time?” He laughed out once again taking her in his arms.
"Not here?!“ She blurted out, "this place is disgusting."
"Fine.” Was all he said as he scooped her up throwing her over his shoulder and storming out towards his bike.
As he made his way out through the club house Chibs called out to him “Juicey Boy, what are ya doin lad?"
"Taking my Ol’ Lady home!” He announced. Before the entire club house erupted in cheers and whistles.
The last thing Y/ N saw as Juice carried her through the door was her mom smiling and clapping along with everyone else. Then as she locked eyes with Luann for just a brief moment she saw tears in her eyes, this wasn’t an uncommon thing for her to see. She’d watched her mom cry many times over the years yet this was so rare of a moment because for the first time her tears were of joy. Her mom was happy for her.
(GIF is not mine)
Hello There! I just wanted to thank everyone for their overwhelming response to my first little bit fun with Ahsoka and Tiny BB! Obi-Wan. (That is totally his name now and no one will convince me otherwise.) I am so, so humbled by all of the lovely comments and tags and reblogs you’ve given me and I cannot thank you all enough!
And now, we return to our previously scheduled Adventures of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan!
“I’m sorry. What did you say your name was?” she sputtered in shock.
If it was possible, the boy in front of her looked even more crestfallen than before, his blue eyes darting off to the side as he hunched his shoulders defensively and bowed his head. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Yes. Ahsoka decided she was losing her mind.
Or maybe this a dream? Or a Force vision? Yes! Let’s go with Force vision. But what is the Force trying to tell me?
And why did this tiny version of Master Obi-Wan look so terribly depressed?
“It’s nice to meet you, Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka finally said, returning his bow with one of her own. “Where were you headed in such a rush?”
Obi-Wan seemed startled at her kind words and looked up at her, his wide blue-grey eyes doing that squinting thing Master Obi-Wan’s did whenever Anakin was trying to pull a fast one over him. It was almost comical coming from a child half her age.
Comical and heartbreakingly familiar.
“I was on my way to saber practice with Master Drallig,” Obi-Wan sighed, apparently deciding that Ahsoka was to be trusted. “I’m afraid I shall be late now. Master Drallig will be most displeased with me.”
Saber practice? With Master Drallig? Then that meant…
This is the Temple. I’m in the Temple. On Coruscant. This is a vision of the past. Of Obi-Wan’s past.
But why was the Force showing her this?
“Why don’t I go with you and explain it to him?” Ahsoka offered, a smile on her face. “If it hadn’t been for me, I’m sure you would have been right on time, right?”
Obi-Wan bit his lip and looked off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back as he rocked on his heels. “Ah… well, to be perfectly honest, Master Ahsoka, I am already tardy for my instructions.”
“How late are you?” Ahsoka asked, incapable of believing that Obi-Wan Kenobi could be late to anything, let alone to a class on lightsaber instruction. Anakin, yes, but Obi-Wan? Never!
Obi-Wan frowned. “Class started fifteen minutes ago.”
“Fifteen minutes ago?” Ahsoka echoed, shocked. That did not sound like the Master Obi-Wan she knew. “Why are you already so late?”
And why do you still look so sad?
Pursing his lips, Obi-Wan managed to get out a pained but polite answer. “I was talking with Master Sinube and he can be a bit… loquacious. It would have been terribly rude of me to interrupt him! He is a very wise master and I… eh-hem. And now I am even more late, Master Ahsoka.”
Then Initiate Obi-Wan did the same thing that Master Obi-Wan did when it was clear he was done explaining himself: he pulled his hands from behind his back, set his chin, and nodded solemnly. When she had been younger it had been intimidating at first, then amusing and now, to see the origins of that little head nod on such a small boy, it was positively endearing.
“Well then at least let me go with you to explain my part in this whole mess,” Ahsoka smiled, a soft and affectionate laugh following her statement. “Where is the class being held?”
“In the Northern Solar Room,” Obi-Wan explained, marching forward and his head held high. “And thank you, Master Ahsoka, but you need not impugn your honor on my account. I, alone, am responsible for my actions. I chose to offend Master Drallig’s sense of punctuality and I should pay the price for it.”
Ahsoka shook her head, a feeling of warmth and affection for this tiny version of her master’s master suffusing the Force. “I think my honor can take the hit, Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan looked back at her, one eyebrow arched in skepticism. He gave her a long look with those clear blue-grey eyes before he came a conclusion and shook his head. “As you wish, Master Ahsoka.”