smooches to the haters



forgot how much i adore this show and this ship so I had to get this outta my system. I’m sure Wander is making it sound much more salacious than it actually was, they probably held hands or smooched a little who knows 


CH. 32 of KS apparently because I haven't read it yet.
  • Sangwoo: Yoonbum come here I gotta show dominance
  • Yoonbum: ( people think he knows whats happening and he really doesn't )
  • Yoonbum: Yeah my guy, also we're into bdsm so like don't sue plz
  • Seungbae: I'm heckin unsubbing from life rn

anonymous asked:

(1/6) as a kl shipper, i wanna say from the bottom of my heart: thank you thank you thank you. so many times i've wanted to shout stuff like "why do yall hate k/eith so much" and "you guys never cared abt s/hiro or a/llura, let alone s/hallura" and "why do you want so bad for this writer/artist to be a p/dophile godDAMN" like, holy shit. u beautiful salty jem of a pearl at the bottom of this tumultuous fandom ocean. -

- (2/6) even your blog title is golden, bc it feels like so many people are so deluded, trying to make a ship, something you’re supposed to sit back and enjoy, into a sort of spiteful activist bullshit-filled “movement” like what??? and telling folks to unfollow if they ship s/haladin bc they’re “cleaning out they’re blog”, like, fuck off??? sorry but here’s a salt-filled rant and i don’t know where else to put it so here! -

- (3/6) side note, i’m rly trying to get across to you that i’m NOT being sarcastic abt how much i want you to keep doing your thing, bc now they’re trying to tackle RACISM. in grosser and grosser ways every day! calling some of the only asian rep i see in media “white-passing” and saying that l/ance can’t have a last name that isn’t 1000% authentically cuban, whatever that means, buncha hypocritical racists. i have never been so angry and ashamed of a fandom. -

- (4/6) it’s gotten to the point where i, someone who ships kl and NOT sk (just my personal tastes), am rly happy to see any sk on my dash bc that poster must have been so brave! to post something as simple as sk hugging or smooching or whateverthefuck, i don’t care! you do you! fuck all these nasty haters, THEY’RE the toxic ones who just want someone to hate! yall deserve props! -

- (5/6) also, my compliments to the chef regarding that pining k/eith theory, it’s So Good, like i ghostwrote it somehow. the whole “projecting onto l/ance” thing (which is being done to a painful degree, i can testify) tries so hard to remove or overvalidate his flaws that it’s laughable. making lance into an insecure martyr angst-sponge hybrid with no agency and no room for personal growth, it’s sooo bad. -

- (6/6) and villainizing everyone else! reminds me of that jaden smith tweet: “when i die, then you will realize” shit he wrote when he was like 14. transparent af, like we get it, you’re insecure. and sometimes i WANT to hop aboard the black paladin lance train, but it’s always this idealized version of him that’s almost unrecognizable, and it’s at the expense of better black paladin candidates. goddamn ok, that was all my salt for the time being! much love, thank you and goodnight!

This is one of those asks that I’d love to keep in my inbox forever, but I’ve spent the last three days trying to come up with a response because you deserve one.

I think we’re all aware that tumblr is an explictly shitty place when it comes to “activism”. There’s this black-white-mentality that anything and anyone needs to be put in a box based on whether they agree with someone’s world views. Everything needs to conform to a specific label too, fiction is only allowed to be healthy, you condone what you enjoy etc., and the #1 argument by people on this site, also widely used by antis, is “Think about the children” but also “Expect everyone else to take care of you”.

People actively go into tags of pairings they hate and then yell about how triggered they are. Really? I’ve been repeatedly told to kill myself because I liked something they didn’t (and I’m talking about my 99.5% discourse-free main blog, not this one where I passively seek out conflict). You either conform to the popular way of thinking (shipping, in this case) or you’re irredeemable trash and a threat to the public. Any shit you get over having your own opinion will be justified because you deserve to be punished for thinking on your own. Tumblr mentality is the modern equivalent to medieval politics.

Fandom always has a terrible side - I know - but the Vo/tron fandom has become a place where people tear each other down rather than block the content they don’t want to see. Converting people to one’s own thinking has becume such an essential part of “activism” to the point where people forming their own opinions and learning about an issue on their own pose a threat.

In the Vo/tron fandom you see this toxic mentality with K/ance, rabid L/ance stans, anti Sha/adins and so on. You said everything I’ve been trying to say since I made this blog, and it saddens me that people can only safely voice their opinions and concerns when hidden behind the Anon feature.

Fandom isn’t always fun, but the Voltron fandom has become a place where people are too scared of posting their art or speaking up because they’ll legit receive death threats over liking a fictional ship. I don’t know if I’m doing a good job at pushing back against the anti side or if I’m just making it worse at this point. But salt, spite and messages like yours keep me going. 

UNFINISHED (If someone else wants to continue the story, please go ahead!)

Commander Peepers becomes the talk of the ship once his diary is discovered, and he must do everything in his power to prevent the news spreading to Lord Hater.

((Just something I wrote for fun while on a long car ride! Probably filled with errors, but it was fun to write regardless!))

Commander Peepers scribbled anxiously in his diary, his red glove clutching the pen tighter as he continued to write. Lord Hater was most definitely asleep — Along with a majority of watchdogs — but the Commander wanted to take extra precautions as to not arouse suspicion. His lights were turned off, and he lay under his blanket beside his flashlight. If any emergency were to occur that required anyone barging in to his room, all it would take was a swift motion to click the flashlight off to appear as though he was sleeping.
The Commander, ever since the defeat of Lord Dominator, hasn’t been able to bring himself to sleep. It was odd, to say the least, that after defeating what kept him up for months, a new problem started gnawing at his stomach the same day.
It was a feeling he couldn’t, and wouldn’t dare to try and describe. All he knew is that they were connected to Lord Hater, and if he wanted to continue to be a productive commander, he’d have to destroy whatever feelings plagued his vision.

“Dear my very manly, very evil logbook meant for only the most crucial details involving my life…”

Peepers muttered quietly under his breath, without even realizing he was doing so.
“It is to my great misfortune that I must bring up my feels dealings with Lord Hater once more.”
Peepers took a moment to give the word ‘feelings’ a few more hashes through it, his gut feeling like it was twisting. That was not the correct word, it was just an easy mistake brought forth by his exhaustion. Clearly.
“It appears as though I can’t stop thinking about him in ways indescribable by even the smartest watchdog: Me. It’s like hatred, but not really at all. It’s miserable and…”
Peepers shuddered a bit as he continued to write, the tip of his pen pressing harder in to the paper.
“… Happy at the same time, which only makes it twice as more miserable. Every time I close my eye I see him conquering plants, or shouting threats, and so on. I’ve noticed that, peculiarly, I hate not being around him more. And certainly not the good kind of hate.”
Peepers felt his heart beating faster, a feeling of dread laying heavy in his chest. The more he wrote, the more obvious it became, and the more denial he forced himself to feel.
“Surely all second-in-commands feel fondly of their boss in the same manner. It is nothing significant or worth worrying about. Perhaps all this spawned from the pride I felt at seeing him act all tough and brave and strong when—”
Peepers’ pupil shrunk in realization. There was no denying it, and absolutely no possibility of ignoring it any longer. The pen barely contained any pressure as he sloppily wrote, barely allowing himself to look down at his own writing. He couldn’t help but mutter out the words.
“I appear to have a certain endearment to Lord Hater.”
Peepers wailed in despair, his current thoughts outriding his goal to keep quiet. He slammed his eye repeatedly against the cover of his diary, in some hopes to knock the feelings out of him. It was ridiculous, embarrassing, and worst of all, the exact opposite of evil. Hater would be ashamed of him, but nowhere near as ashamed as Peepers was with himself.
“Uh, sir?”
Peepers frantically waved his arms as he panicked to switch off his flashlight and shove his diary under his pillow. Afterwards, he ripped his blanket off his eye to face whomever entered his room.
“WHAT!?” Peepers shouted irritably, quickly blinking away the wetness in his eye.
Several watchdogs were standing at the door of his room, peering in. Peepers blinked again, this time in confusion.
“We heard you yelling and—”
“NO YOU DIDN’T!” Peepers shouted before he grabbed his blaster and threw it at the door. It slammed it shut, knocking over at least two watchdogs in the process.
Peepers glanced at his alarm clock.
7:00 AM.
“Oh grop!” Peepers quickly scrambled out of bed, frantically reaching for his helmet as he slipped in to his shoes. “I lost track of the time!”
In a matter of seconds, Commander Peepers was ready. He quickly opened his door and pushed the crowding watchdogs aside, rushing to catch up on his duties. With as much effort as he could, he left his feelings in his room and focused on his job.

“Greetings, dear viewers! Today, there has been an overwhelming request for today’s special topic involving none other than our very own: Commander Peepers!”
Andy the watchdog held his microphone proudly as he spoke.
“Lately, our commander has been reported to be, and I quote, ‘Not himself’. It’s got every one of us watchdogs talking and curious.”
Andy began walking down a hallway, his eye not leaving the camera. The watchdog carrying it kept it as steady as possible as he followed him.
“Rumors have been spreading throughout the Skullship! But today, dear viewers, I will get to the bottom of all of it, just as you requested! Dangerous? Of course! But not so much so that I would consider not satisfying my dearest, special viewers!”
Andy halted in front of a door, and gestured to it with his hand.
“This is the Commander’s room! It is time that we begin investigating!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, the watchdog entered the room, walking lightly on his feet.
“There isn’t much to search in here…” Andy stated as he glanced around the surprisingly empty room.

Andy walked towards the bed, which was left in the center of the room. It wasn’t made.

The watchdog gave a quick glance around the room, double checking to make sure he was the only one there before he began pulling at the blankets. His hands gripped something peculiar, and he quickly pulled it out for inspection.

“A flashlight! Perhaps our Commander has developed a fear of the dark?” Andy pondered a minute as he continued to examine the object.

“Nah, that can’t be it.”

He stuck his hand back in to the blankets. After just a few moments, his fingers slid under the Commander’s pillow and he felt another object. Immediately, he pulled it out. Bingo!

“Aha! All our answers might be answered in this… Diary?” Andy questioned, holding it up closer to the camera.

Without thinking of the possible consequences, the watchdog began flipping through the pages.

“Now, we don’t want to invade all of Peeper’s privacy. We’ll just skip to last night’s entry, and see what we can get.”

With book in one hand and microphone in the other, Andy stopped at the previous day’s date. He mumbled out the written words as he read, carefully searching for evidence. When his pupil reached the final sentence of the page, it shrunk before looking back up at the camera.

“Commander Peepers has a certain endearment towards Lord Hater! Could this be w—”

“ANDY!” The watchdog quickly turned, tossing the diary up in to the air in shock. Commander Peepers was standing in the door way, his eye bloodshot in anger. Though frightened at first as the commander began approaching him, the watchdog quickly tried to regain his composure for the sake of the show.

“Commander Peepers, sir! What exactly did you mean by a certain endearment?”

Peepers’ pupil shrunk as Andy held out his microphone towards him.

“I.. YOU…” Peepers stuttered in anger, shock, and embarrassment. His fists were clenched and shaking. “GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND DELETE THIS FOOTAGE BEFORE ANYONE SEES IT!! BY THE TIME I’M DONE WITH Y—”

“Oh, uh, this is actually broadcasting live across the Skullship! It is Live-Friday, after all!” Andy “winked” at the camera.

“I… Live F-Friday?” Peepers looked at the camera, his pupil even smaller.

“That’s right, sir! The Eye on The Skullship’s Live Fridays, where every Friday the show is live! We just started doing it last week!”

“So you mean to tell me that right now, who knows how many watchdogs are watching this, and saw you… Reading that?” Peepers pointed at his logbook.

“That’s right sir! All for the sake of the watchdog’s curiosity!”

“ANDY!” Peepers quickly reached for his diary, holding it close to his chest.

“Sir! One time I saw you and Hater walk in to the smooching room together! Is there a relationship budding!?”

Peepers turned around to see a crowd of watchdogs outside of his room, all either staring at him or the camera. Andy wrapped his arm around the watchdog who had spoke out before holding out his microphone once again to their commander. The watchdogs then began speaking of other instances involving Hater and Peepers.

“Wha— NO!” Peepers shouted, quieting the chattering watchdogs. “I couldn’t believe that we had six smooching rooms, Lord Hater was simply showing me that they existed! There is NOTHING going on between us!”

The watchdogs were quiet for several seconds before Andy asked another question.

“Do you wish there was?”

Before Peepers could respond, another voice shouted out above the rest.


Peeper’s felt his stomach drop as Wander appeared from the middle of the crowd, a smile taking over the majority of his face.

“Oh grop, no.” Peepers squeaked out in disbelief.


Wander yelled out a “yee-haw” before running out in to the hallways.

The watchdogs watched him run off before turning to Peepers.

The commander held out both of his hands, signaling for them to all stay in place so he could speak.

“Weddings have cake!” A watchdog shouted. Not a second afterwards, the watchdogs began running with Wander.

“NO!” Peepers quickly ran after the group, frantically trying to raise his voice over the cheering and chatter.

“Commander Peepers! I bet our viewers are just DYING to know what flavor cake you plan on having!” Andy fell back from the crowd to run beside his commander.

Wander appeared from seemingly nowhere and got in between Peepers and Andy’s microphone.

“Well, I was thinking about having a layered devil’s food cake with buttercream icing, custard filling, and some luster dust! Hater does love his glitter!”

Peepers shouted loudly over the two. “THERE WON’T BE A WEDDING! THERE WON’T BE ANYTHING!”

Wander’s smile didn’t falter. “Sure there will! When Hater finds out how you feel, he’ll realize that you two have always been close, and you two will fall in love and get MARRIED!”

Peepers came to a halt, grabbing Wander by his arm. He continued running forward a bit before he bounced back, much like a rubber band.

His immediate reaction would’ve been to threaten him, but he knew that it wouldn’t work.

“Listen! You have to use your banjo or something to stop them!”

Wander tilted his head in confusion. “Why? Don’t you want Hatey to know how much you care about him?”

Peepers blushed and screamed in fury. “I DON’T!”

“Well, why not?” Wander asked. His genuine sound of confusion was infuriating.

Peepers took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

“You trying to pair us up is just as crazy as trying to pair him up with Dominator!”

“Aw, C. Peeps! This is way different!” Wander wrapped his arm around Peeper’s shoulders, leading him forward.

“Sylvia helped me learn that you can’t force love.. But you and Hater are already in love!”

Peepers shuddered at the “L” word. Before he could respond, Wander continued.

“Dominator and Hater barely spent any time together, it was silly of me to think that they could’ve gotten married after a music number when they weren’t  even friends yet… That’s how Sylvia explained it, any way. What you and Hater have is definitely special, it’s easy to see why the watchdogs are so supportive!”

“They’re only supportive because they want cake!” Peepers argued. “Lord Hater and I are buddies, I admit that, but we aren’t, and CAN NOT be anything more than that!”

Wander stopped walking, and Peepers shoved his arm off.

“But why?” Wander’s confused face returned. “You two already spend every day together, and you’ve got significantly closer than when I first met you two! Plus, the two of you would be ADORABLE together!”

“Why is this so hard for you to understand!?” Peepers shouted. “Hater does NOT like me in that way!”

Wander’s confused face turned to one of worry. “But how do you know that?”

“It’s obvious!” Peepers couldn’t believe that he had to explain this. “If he already did, he would have told me!”

“And what if he thinks that way, only with you? I know Hater tends to usually be more forward with who he likes… But that’s what makes you special!”

Peepers groaned.

“PEEPERS! The watchdogs won’t stop barking at me!” Lord Hater came running down the hallway, a crowd of watchdogs following close behind him. They were all yelling loudly, and nobody could really make out anything they were trying to say.

“Oh grop, I completely forgot!” Peepers quickly stood up and ran towards the crowd, quickly trying to formulate a plan in his head as he confronted them.

Hater quickly ran to Peepers before standing behind him, glaring at the watchdogs who started chasing him.

Hater, without thinking, grabbed the journal from Peeper’s arms and threw it across the hallway. “FETCH!”

The watchdogs were quiet for a moment and looked at each other. Peepers looked to Hater.

“Sir, they aren’t—”

Before Peepers could finish, the watchdogs ran after the journal. They wanted to find the page that Andy read.

“Phew!” Hater smiled at himself for his clever plan. “What do you think that was all about?”

Before Peepers could think of a response, Wander ran up.

“Hater, C. Peeps has something to tell you!”

“WANDER!” Hater turned towards him, his fingers already sparking with lightning. Peepers turned his attention to the group of watchdogs that had started running back, much louder than before.

Wander began running in circles, with a screaming (and very angry) Lord Hater following close behind him. The group of watchdogs split: One group went after Hater, and the other went after Peepers.

On the subject of lore wrt a DR post I just saw

I don’t write my lore for anyone but me. Yeah it would be neat to have these huge, interconnected stories across accounts and get involved w/ the lore community in a more tangible way (which is at least 50% of the reason I made this blog) but at the end of the day I’m making this shit up for fun. For my own personal entertainment. Because I bought a pretty dragon and it turned into an OC when I wasn’t looking, and I have 50 more dragons like that that I want to do something with

So make your Mary Sues. Make your overpowered self-insert that smooches the Windsinger every night. Like go have fun; fuck the haters and fuck cringe culture

Let ppl live for Christ’s sake

anonymous asked:

Your roomates au is so Good and Cute!! I can't find whether you talked about this already, but how DID wander & hater start dating in the roomates au? what kinda dates do they have? do they have pet names for each other?

THANKoh boy thats a doozy and a half

A lot of this stuff I’ve talked abt with @dramaticdragon jsyk, she was a big help w this au

Ok so like…. Hater’s relationship with Wander was complicated from the start. Once they all moved in, Hater immediately tried to establish himself as the Alpha of the household, and felt inferior to Wander because of how much everyone liked him (little did he know that the true breadwinner and Alpha of the house is Sylvia)

So, like in show canon, Hater hates Wander and is always trying to one up him (which is hard because Wander is very talented). The one-sided rivalry burns on fiercely for months, all the while Wander is just trying to be GREAT FRIENDS with Hater

It’s Hater who realizes that he has a crush first; unfortunately, his oblivious ass doesn’t realize that the crush is on Wander, and instead projects it onto what he assumes is the most datable roomie: Dominator (little does he know that of all of his roommates, Dominator is literally the most unattainable. literally)

Hater goes to Wander’s aid (reluctantly) to help win the affections of Dom. Wander is more than willing to help, which gets Wander and Hater interacting a lot more often with a lot more positive conversations. It’s also when Wander’s crush starts settling in (”yknow, Syl, he’s really quite the charmer when he’s trying to woo someone” “….what?”), but once Wander realizes this, he’s quick to repress the crush with all of his might. After all, who is he to get in the way of true love?

Of course, this blows up in both of their faces

Hater is sad that he couldn’t date Dom, and it’s definitely a low blow to his self esteem (because you know that when she rejected him, she pulled out a list and just started roasting this poor boy), but the whole ordeal is so much more devastating for Wander, because he feels like it’s all his fault that it didn’t work out (until one day, Dom pulls him to the side and puts in very clear terms “I am a lesbian”)

Hater wants to blame Wander for things not working out, but he just can’t bring himself too??? Wander did help him write the song… taught him how to dance… worked harder than even Hater did to make this work out…. and Hater’s really confused??? And as he starts to come to terms with his feelings, he starts realizing that, you know, maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t end up dating Dom. After all, she didn’t like his bad attempts at goofy one-liners, or his music, or his enduring awkward stammering…

…. but Wander sure did

Then Hater realizes that he’s got a tiny boy crush on Wander and SCREAMS INTO THE HIGH HEAVENS SO LOUD THAT CANON HATER CAN HEAR IT

Hater copes with these newfound feelings by avoiding Wander like the black plague bc he still hasn’t gotten over his intense rivalry and now hes got these??? Weird feelings???? Ugh GROSS

Luckily, around that time is when Winter Break starts, and Hater retreats to his mom’s house for the time being (she lives in the same city)

As winter break drags on and no one really hears from Hater (even Peepers gets a few texts a week at BEST, which is weird for them), Wander gets nervous and decides to pay Hater a SURPRISE VISIT!!!!

Needless to say, Hater nearly screams when he sees Wander at his door

The two then…. have a conversation. They sit on Hater’s bed and just kinda… talk, which is kinda rare for them??? And Wander expresses that theyve been worried about Hater (especially when its so close to the holidays and NO ONE deserves to spend the holidays ALONE) and Haters sweating because all hes been thinking about since he left the house for break was Wander and the crush hasn’t gone away at this point and Hater doesnt know how to HANDLE this because he was so sure that he HATED Wander and why is Wander always so NICE to him and hes SCREAMING and-

- And in his anxious frenzy, he ends up blurting out loud that he’s got this huge crush on Wander and Wanders like what

So then they?? Start dating??? I mean it’s kind of a trying process. Hater has literally never dated anyone before (not for lack of trying, bless his heart) and Wander, who has at least dated and kissed before, isn’t exactly a love expert himself (wander i love you with all of my heart but someone who says ‘the heart of a lady is a mysterious thing’ is not a love expert i still love u tho) and Hater’s rivalry & hatred is still kinda lingering so its like “heya Hatey! Wanna go on a walk together?” “LEAVE ME ALONE WAN- i mean. shoot. shoot. uh. sure whatever i guess” and theyre basically the most awkward boyfriends ever but their roommates are mostly like “thank god theyre finally smooching we couldnt handle the tension anymore”

Dates are super sweet and simple (hater canonically likes leisurely strolls through the park, i see them going on a lot of those). Though Hater is super rich, Wander isn’t exactly a frivolous person and Hater doesn’t take him out to super fancy places much in fear that he’ll start playing spoons with the fancy soup silverware or something. It’s no big problem though; just going for a walk or grabbing a cup of coffee together is more than enough of a date for them. Hater likes to rant about how great and cool he is, but when he meets Wander’s lovestruck gaze, he blubbers and sweats because why is Wander so cute this is unfair

As for petnames? Wander could write a book of all the ridiculous pet names that he calls Hater. From Love Bug to Pudding to Sweet Bean to Cutie Patootie and any disgusting cutesy pet name that would make any of their roommates literally cringe. Hater calls Wander ‘sunshine banjo face’ once and Wander Ascends™ and the nickname kinda sticks

Aaaah oh my gosh this is so LONG and a lot of this is still unclear??? But aaa h I hope this answered your questions!!

[[ WOW! This blog has been up…what, less than a week? And yet, look! Already there is a 100+ of you following this blog. I truly do appreciate it, and thank you all for the loving and support. This goes out to you, ya crazy skeleton overlord fans! <3 –Snark]]