so this is what I made instead

HOBOY I’M THANKFUL FOR A NEW EPISODE ON A HOLIDAY! IT’S POST-SPN SCOUTTHOUGHTS!

  • KEEEEEEVVVVVVIIIIIIIIINNNNNNN!!!!! KEVIN he’s an apocalyptic little NERD
  • I KNEW I SAW DHJ’S NAME IN THE CREDITS please release me from the mol storyline please you’ve been doing so good
  • LUCI HAS NO POWER HAHAAAA YAAASSSS
  • oh my god TWINS? ketch has a TWIN???? WHAT IS THIS SOAP OPERA NONSENSE BL
  • DAMMIT cas you shoulda brought the husband
  • cas just got called cowboy so that’s good at least
  • Evil Colonel Sanders
  • NOOO WHY DID THEY TAKE CAS TAKE LUCI NOT CAS WE GOT HIM FOR LIKE 2 SECONDS
  • did ketch just try to do a bad magic trick out of the bar
  • why
  • no

well

we had a good run while it lasted

Well. That was quite the ride. It was entertaining at least. I’m glad Dean’s instincts were right. He knew Ketch cared about Mary and that that was his weakness. You can’t fake not caring about someone you care about apparently. Lucifer is definitely getting a redemption arc by the look of things. He’s wearing Cas/Jack colors, put by the Kingdom beer and is being constantly bathed in golden light.

There was A LOT going on this episode but it didn’t feel as convoluted as some of Buckleming’s stuff. I liked that Cas tried to tell Dean what was happening instead of going behind his back (but uh… can’t they track his phone to Crowley’s old base?? Since they followed it to the bar?). Cas wasn’t made to do anything absurdly stupid for once because the plot demanded it. Personally, I consider that a win outta Buckleming episodes. Also Misha’s acting was great!! His facial expressions listening and arguing with Lucifer just showed so much character!! And I’m so happy?!

Also “the thing” didn’t happen so looks like still no discussing the structure. *sigh*

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Would you please recommend me some yoonmin fics where jimin is an adorable pink fluff ball??

hii. hmm okay in some he is not fully pink fluff ball but he is such a soft sweatheart.

Anonymous said: Oooh pls recommend some yoonmin, it’s my fave ship and I keep rereading my faves instead of reading new ones haha

aah same 😆 here are some:

Anonymous said:What type of fics do you read than?

example above ⬆️⬆️

anonymous asked:

so i flippin love how we get to see Karen's steely-eyed, cut-the-bullshit side of her personality when she's with Frank, but goddd I really want Frank to see more of giggly carefree side that we see more of in the first season of dd. I've been re-watching, and god Karen is breaking my heart all over again :( her getting giggly drunk and cracking jokes with Foggy is so upsetting now knowing how lonely she is in the Punisher...wow I made myself sad

Awww *hugs* What I wouldn’t give for Frank to see Karen as her giggly drunk self tbh! (Especially if they’re open to drinking beers now heyo….)

As lonely and tense as Karen is when we find her in TP, Frank does prove himself still capable of bringing out some more of that carefree side to her as well – their first meeting, on the street, but namely at the waterfront. They’re such smiles there before the memory sharing starts. Instead of facing the water at the bench like their last talk, Karen’s standing open and seeking him out. Seeing him, even talking through the danger he’s in and the morally gray things he might’ve done, it makes her happy. And their looks!! They basically flirt there for the first minute, lbr.

I wish we didn’t leave her on such an emotionally drained note either. On the other hand, though, going through that drama with Frank and coming to terms with him being there to protect her did seem to give her some comfort? It appeared that way in her talk with Brett afterward. They went through some serious shit – and he still got out of it in one piece, he got out of it free and to do what he needs to do, had an unsaid but solid heart-to-heart moment with her putting their feelings out in the open. And with her being in the media and on the side of recognizing when stories get spun, I like to think she realizes as soon as his name drops off the radar again that he’s been successful and he’s still alive. That she’ll get more comfort from that.

And maybe once he gets a better handle on facing himself in the mirror of this new reality of living on past his revenge, maybe he’ll show back up again to share another beer without any hurry or hesitation this time ^^

anonymous asked:

So I got really socially exhausted after a few hours of being at my grandparents' house for thanksgiving today and evening gave up on socializing and started playing pocket camp instead, after about 20 minutes of me sitting at the table on my phone my mom finally asked what I was doing and when I told her I was playing Animal Crossing and showed her the game she thought it was adorable, long story short, I'm probably going to have to teach my 52-year-old mom how to play Animal Crossing

I support her. My friends made a group chat called pocket pals of all of our friends who have the app so we can talk about it so thats whats goin on rn with me

What REALLY happened to Stella Nox Fleuret

We believe SE just scrapped her in favor of Luna, because Luna was a heroine who made more sense in the story. As FF versus changed to FF15, Stella’s role didn’t make sense and became unclear, so instead, Luna was added and Stella removed. 

This isn’t what happened. I know the truth. SE DOESN’T WANT YOU TO KNOW! 

After years of doing nothing, Stella got bored. I mean, versus just didn’t seem to be going anywhere. So she got a part-time job working for Snow Villiers in the “city of pleasure” 

Might as well have some fun right? The only party she ever got to attend was a snore-fest.

Stella wanted to have a little fun that didn’t include attending the same pompous ass party or standing alone on an empty street at night. 

She NEEDED to have some fun, and Noctis was too busy sleeping to provide her life with any excitement. Unfortunately, things got a little too real for our beloved Stella. 

Lightning’s game was proceeding with its plot, and Stella was a tragic casualty.

And remember, when you die outside your own game, you don’t regenerate. EVER. Game over. 

Stella died in Lightning Returns. Because of this, Luna had to take her place. It was truly a tragedy many gamers will not forget. 

R.I.P Stella Nox Fleuret. 

ᴮᴵᵀᶜᴴ ᴼᵁᵀ ᴼᶠ ᵂᴬᵀᴱᴿ: I’m not going to lie or sugarcoat this speech for any of you wondering… There are some AMAZING people in this fandom who made my arrival here such a wondrous experience; however, there are others who just make logging in so hard… From being told my feelings were invalid on a matter that genuinely upset and hurt me to having people add my name to a “don’t interact with me if you interact with __” list for no reason other than to spite me; all I’d asked of that person was to apologize to me for what they did and they said they were going to, but, instead, they copped out and did that instead… A real insult and slap to the face, if you ask me… 

I love this fandom, I love portraying my muses and giving new things a try, but sometimes I wonder how long I can keep logging in to wonder just how many of my followers truly wish to interact with me…or how many know of the drama that went down and just choose to follow suit on one side of the entire ordeal. Really, those of you who stood by me and held my hands and sent me kind regards on the whole situation have my ultimate thanks for understanding. After my surgery and the stress inducing weeks leading up to it, I’m constantly in awe at those who were sweet, kind, and generous–who understood my side and even went out of their way to speak with me. I just want to let those who did this for me know, that I’m not going to shove this down your throats or say that I’m not grateful! Oh, heck no! I’m extremely grateful! It’s not your fault I feel this way, and I don’t EVER want you to blame yourself for anything that happened! There is only one person who caused so many during this time pain…

I’m sure, if you know me, you know who I speak of…

I won’t be asking anyone to tag their name, to tag “don’t look” when you thread with them, or anything of the sort! In fact, I’d been trying to avoid everything so that my healing process from both my surgery and this terrifying ordeal could come to a close… I know what their rules say and I know some of you don’t want to feel forced to choose between, so, as a reminder, here’s what I intend to say: do what makes you feel best! To combat this uneasiness, I shall prepare a promo and try to get back on my feet again! Thank you for waiting for me on this endeavor! You’re all really amazing people, and I hope this intense anxiety will calm! 

Though once I had called that person a friend, I’m glad that I cut ties with them and no longer see through rose colored glasses; it’s best sometimes to know what you face than to turn your back to it…

What’s up?

I haven’t really posted or even been active as much on Tumblr for almost 9 months now, it’s mostly because I needed the break away from social media, learn from the mistakes I made in the past, and just keep moving forward. If I have hurt anyone on here, whether it be what i said, or the mistakes I’ve made, I’m sorry and I’m trying to do better, good and to apologize to anyone I may have hurt, offended or haven’t spoken through on here. I was in a bad place a few months ago, did things I’m not proud of, and I regret everything I’ve done. I used to get a lot of hate from anons on here over 7-8 months ago, so I shut myself off this for a bit to get myself back in reality instead of worrying and listening to the negative side of Tumblr (and there is a lot, I’m aware. And nobody deserves the unnecessary hate, for any reason at all. Just like nobody deserves to be bullied). And I know I’ve made plenty of mistakes on here, general and so on. We all have. And we learn from them along the way. Some people on Tumblr really helped me see that, and helped me get by and to do better. So I am. Or at least I’m trying.

So I just wanted to say hey, that I’m doing better, that I miss talking to the awesome people I’ve met through here and that um, yeah. I’m just learning a lot now, changing my ways, learning from my mistakes and just gonna keep moving forward.

Also, Happy Turkey-Day to all my American friends! I hope you all have a good day! ❤🦃

Where I am it’s the first of April already! Which means iwaoi day, between the various things, so here, the traditional iwaoi day doodle for you all  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Forget me not

Thaaaaank you @alwaysfangirly!! 💖 And omg, you’re so kind! And so patient! Because this took me forever and you were so sweet about it! 💖 I hope you like what I did with it! (Even though it might be kinda messy and confusing…) Oh, and I also posted it on AO3, because… well, once more, it turned out longer than I intended…



“Pansy, where was I yesterday?”

“What?”

“What was I doing? Did you see me talking to anyone?”

Draco paced the length of the eighth year common room, feeling Pansy’s intent stare on him.

“Those are really odd questions to ask. Have you lost your mind?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Draco muttered, stopping in front of the fireplace. “I think someone obliviated me. No, I am sure someone obliviated me.”

He heard Pansy get off the armchair and walk over to him.

“Are you sure? Why would someone do that to you?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Draco growled.

“But how can you be sure you’ve been obliviated? I mean, isn’t the point of obliviating someone that they… well, forget?”

Draco scratched the back of his neck, nodding absentmindedly.

“Something just felt off when I woke up this morning. I was sure it was Wednesday but then I saw the Daily Prophet and realised it was already Thursday. I remember everything until Tuesday night and waking up today. But if I try to think about what happened yesterday, my mind just goes blank. I’ve been racking my brain all day long. It’s the only explanation, Pansy. I-”

Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw Potter enter the common room. Something was… weird about him today. He didn’t look at Draco. He hadn’t looked at Draco all day. He always looked at Draco. He probably thought it went unnoticed but, of course, Draco noticed. He always stared right back whenever Potter briefly averted his eyes. Always. But why was Potter avoiding his gaze today?

“Potter!” Without a moment’s hesitation, he strode over to the Gryffindor.

“Hey Malfoy,” he mumbled, his eyes on the carpet.

“Potter, is there something you want to tell me?” Draco inquired, lowering his head to catch the other boy’s eye.

“No?” the Gryffindor said, his voice slightly shaking.

“I think there is. Out with it, Potter! Something happened yesterday, I know it.”

“You do?” Potter said in astonishment, finally looking up. His eyes were full of wonder and… apprehension. “But you shouldn’t-” He broke off, pressing his mouth into a thin line.

“I shouldn’t what?” Draco said, stepping closer and narrowing his eyes. “Remember? You did it, didn’t you? You were the one who obliviated me.”

Potter was trying very hard to keep a straight face, but Draco saw right through him.

“The question is,” he said slowly, lowering his voice, “why did you do it?”

Potter closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

“I’ve been feeling guilty about that all day. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Then why did you?” Draco asked.

“I panicked, okay? I didn’t do it on purpose. It was like a reflex.”

Now Draco simply had to know what had happened the day before. This sounded serious.

“Show me,” he said, grabbing Potter by the wrist.

“How-”

“There’s got to be a Pensieve around here somewhere,” Draco muttered, already dragging Potter out of the common room.

“There is, actually,” Potter mumbled behind him.


Draco looked around the memory he and Potter had just dived into. They were in the dungeons and class had just started.

“Professor, why are you showing us Amortentia again?” one of the students asked, sounding more eager than annoyed.

“Because,” Professor Slughorn said with a smile, “I want you to brew an antidote today. So everyone take a quick sniff to get in the right mood and get started.”

Draco frowned as he watched himself go into the storage room, apparently ignoring Slughorn’s instructions. His eyes then fell on Potter, Pensieve-Potter to be precise, who stood in front of the cauldron full of Amortentia. Granger and the Weasel were standing beside him, grinning at each other. It was disgusting.

“What do you smell, Harry?” the Weasel asked. Potter blinked.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, we’re your friends. You can tell us,” the Weasel insisted, elbowing him.

“No, Ron, I literally smell nothing,” Potter muttered, sounding genuinely surprised.

“That’s strange,” Granger chimed in.

“Yeah.” Potter creased his eyebrows. “I would have thought-” He stopped abruptly as Draco, well, Pensieve-Draco, came into view again, locking eyes with him.

“Professor, have you ever heard of anyone who doesn’t smell anything? In regards to Amortentia, I mean.”

“Hermione,” Potter growled through gritted teeth.

“What, she didn’t say it was you,” the Weasel shrugged. Potter slapped a hand to his forehead and Draco saw himself smirk.

“You don’t smell anything, Potter? That’s pretty pathetic.” When Pensieve-Draco simply strutted back to his desk and began chopping his ingredients, the real Draco frowned.

“So that’s the big secret? This is why you obliviated me?” he asked.

“Wait for it,” Potter mumbled. Was Draco imagining it or were Potter’s cheeks turning a bit rosy? He was biting the inside of his cheek, too, and constantly shifting his weight. He was nervous.

Intrigued, Draco watched as the class proceeded without significant interruptions.

When Slughorn dismissed them and students started hurrying out of the classroom, Draco tapped his foot impatiently. He paused when he saw his past self purposely bump into Potter, causing the Gryffindor to drop all his books.

Smirking to himself, Pensieve-Draco bent down to help Pensieve-Potter pick up his things, quickly scanning the room. They were the only ones left.

“So, you really didn’t smell anything?” Draco heard himself ask. Pensieve-Potter just scowled at him. Draco could see what Pensieve-Potter obviously didn’t; Pensieve-Draco was disappointed. “Nothing at all?”

Getting up, Pensieve-Potter slammed down his books on the desk nearest to him.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I used to smell… something. So you can save your taunts about-”

“What is that?” Pensieve-Draco suddenly asked. Potter had been draping his Gryffindor scarf around his neck but had halted at the Slytherin’s outburst. The real Draco watched closely as his past self stretched out a hand and examined the scarf.

“What is it now?” Pensieve-Potter said, sounding irritated but also slightly nervous. “It’s my scarf.”

Pensieve-Draco slowly shook his head as he drew out his wand.

“No, something is off.” He pointed his wand at the scarf and before Potter could protest or interfere, he had mumbled, “Revelio.”

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bangchan vs. lee chan’s real answer (ft. wonwoo + his brotherly instincts)

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Younger, scrawnier field medic Julian being exposed to the horrors of war for the first time + Ilya saying goodbye to baby Pasha just because :3

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“Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.” – Sappho

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Thor Ragnarok AU where Waitit straight up made it an indie roadtrip film

“ I look at the story of Thor in terms of an indie film. It’s about a guy trying to get home because there’s someone in his house, and he’s got to sort that out. And along the way he’s got his annoying brother, a drunk chick, and some bipolar kid with him. And he’s just trying to get home. “ - Taika Waititi 

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I get the chills when each player raises the cup #greatestsport

anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.


Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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humans are terrifying, and i wrote a story about it

humans look absurdly like predators to the first species we meet. so much so that the standard practice becomes to cover ourselves almost head to toe to avoid terrifying every diplomat we come across. our eyes remain uncovered, but pretty much everything else stays hidden. my story follows a scout group, mix of thrak’yans (a photosythesising species) and humans, when they encounter a predator and are forced to flee. Thrak’yans look vaguely humanoid, but are incredibly thin and fragile - they’re essentially sentient trees. they have pale green skin and what look like long, flowing robes but are actually huge stretches of leaf that they can use to gain more energy from the sun. on their planet, Son’uu, their main predators were hunted into extinction long ago (a prerequisite for their civilisation), but they still have instinctive fear of anything with teeth or fur.

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Jess had been training to work on this research vessel for years - learning the language, studying the culture, and prepping for zero-gravity inter-shuttle trips. There was no-one at the Galactic Port readier than she was to leave Earth that day.

Thrak’yans were a skittish race, to say the least. She’d been briefed on all the protocols; as the only human on the vessel, she was to always wear her coverings, reveal her face only in her quarters, speak softly, and move slowly. Giving humans a reputation as the “intergalactic warrior death species” wouldn’t be entirely inaccurate, considering they were the only known sentient predator species in the contacted universe, but it wouldn’t be helpful to their ambitions to enter the senate as a budding quadrant trading power, either.

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Your local Voltron meta trash nerd is back at it again folks

Ok so bear with me if someone’s already done this but I couldn’t watch the newest season until now and I think (again this is all theory) that the last ep of Voltron was EXTREMELY important in terms of foreshadowing and learning more about the Paladins

So we’ve seen some common characteristics between the old and new paladins, ranging from straight up parallels to merely gender/build similarities. Pre-Comet Zarkon is stern but caring, Alfor is impulsive in battle, Blaytz is fun-loving (whooping with joy as he flies his lion for the first time like Lance) and flirtatious (gAY???), Trigel is the only female paladin (before Allura of course), and we didn’t see much of Gyrgan but he seems to be just as fond of one-liner snappy comebacks as Hunk. Shiro and Keith have a similar bond of friendship to Zarkon and Alfor, while Blaytz and Alfor have each other's backs (there is a scene that really parallels a scene from season 2)

But for me, this season has confirmed what I think are the weaknesses of the paladins because now we’ve seen multiple paladins and have been able to draw parallels between their personalities. The greatest things about these weaknesses are that they are actually the Paladin’s strength, but unmoderated they become weaknesses. For example, the Red Paladin’s strength is their instincts but its weakness, impulsiveness and self-centered thinking, is the result of relying too much on their instinct and not others. This one was quite obvious from the start, but the rest of them haven’t been explored much.

The foil to the Red Paladin is the Blue, whose weakness is self-doubt and relying too much on others, unlike the Red (which is interesting because Lance can pilot both thereby reinforcing the fact that he is multi-faceted, not having a “thing”). They are quick to doubt themselves because they can so easily see other’s strengths, but not their own. I mean “rely too much on others,” more so to mean emotional validation, to feel needed, etc. They see their worth through others’ eyes. Allura and Lance also share this willingness to charge in thoughtlessly or sacrifice themselves for the sake of their friends or family. Lance would give up his role as a Paladin for the sake of the team while Allura was lured into two traps because she wanted to see Alteans again.

The Yellow Paladin’s weakness is fear, but not necessarily like Hunk’s. Again, we don’t know much about Gyrgan but after seeing this line from Hunk

I think the weakness has more to do with not wanting to explore the unknown. A foil to the Green Paladin who is inquisitive, the Yellow Lion values security, therefore it’s weakness is not taking risks or sticking with what it knows instead of trying something new.

Which brings me to the Green Paladin, whose weakness is being willing to sacrifice everything for the pursuit of what they want (knowledge, family, etc.) Their inquisitive nature will sometimes lead them to make decisions that are too risky because they are too focused on what they want, like Pidge wanting to collect that data on her family instead of avoiding a giant falling object from the sky?!?!?! I think Honerva/Haggar would’ve made a great Green Paladin pre-Comet.

Finally, we have the Black Paladin and this is THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE. Their weakness isn’t apparent at first but when Shiro said

I realized it was this very decisiveness that is necessary to be a leader that is also their downfall. You have to be confident in your commands on the battlefield in order to avoid chaos and confusion. You have to make split-second decisions, sometimes really hard ones. All the Black Paladins must have this trait (Keith is v decisive. He knows what he wants, it’s just he’s immature and thinks with his anger, not his head), but being too firm in your decisions you make means you may not listen to your team. Zarkon refuses to close the rift, Shiro brings Keith to the Blade, Keith is… Keith.

Zarkon refusal to listen was his undoing and I think this episode foreshadows the same for Shiro. Shiro won’t turn all quintessence crazy, but I think this whole Kuron Phase 3 business is gonna stir things up (there’s a lot of theories about this but no matter what is actually going on, shit’s gonna go down) and maybe something inside him that he can’t control will mean Voltron loses its head… again.

But it won’t have the same ending as Zarkon’s story. This is where the right hand comes in. Zarkon and Alfor, Shiro and Keith, Keith and Lance. Think Hand of the King in Game of Thrones. It’s their job to make sure their leader doesn’t make dumb decisions. The right hand has every capacity of a leader but they aren’t because they see that another has traits that are stronger and they respect that person more. They instead lead by keeping their leader in check, challenging and pushing them to be better. But whereas Alfor failed to keep Zarkon from making the worst decision, I think Keith and Lance will write a different story.

I say Keith and Lance, not Shiro and Keith because Shiro has been retired from his post, he’s not the leader anymore even though Keith still feels like he should be. The writers have made it pretty clear that Shiro is to step aside from Voltron duties, but will still be important plotwise. If Shiro falls into Galran hands once again, maybe even becoming their weapon, Keith will lose it. He will stop at nothing to save him, just like Zarkon stopped at nothing to save Honerva/Haggar. It’s going to have to be Lance who will have to help him through this trial and talk some sense into him. I think this is why the writers have included a Keith and Lance bonding moment each season. Whether you ship them or not, it’s pretty obvious they have become more amicable and friendly as the show has gone on and this will be crucial in the seasons to come. Lance is canonically Keith’s right-hand man and if the story arc really does mimic the old story of the Paladins then this could be how it will go. I have faith Lance and the team will be able to reason with Keith and work out a plan. And they will still rescue Shiro but as a team.

Again, this is all theory so don’t take it too seriously, but I think it would be AWESOME. Let me know, too far-fetched? Waste of time? Didn’t make sense at all? lmao I’m trapped in meta hell