sure lets call the ship that

I bet Sangwoo actually really wants Bum to model that bra for him (◔◡◔✿)

(p.s pretend Sangwoo isnt crazy here obvi i don’t support them being together (✿´ ꒳ ` )) 

Unlucky Nine: A list of antis you may or may not have encountered in the vld fandom

Start Note: When I mention [Ship Name] Anti, it means a shipper of that ship who is also anti of another ship mentioned depending on the context as opposed to Anti-[Ship Name] which is someone who is an anti of the ship mentioned.

I. “Ship K/ance or Sha//ura or my ship instead” anti

These antis are just assholes. They insult other ships that contend to their own. These antis are prevalent in Sheith, Kallura and sometimes Shidge tags.

You get K/ance antis calling Sheith yaoi culture but then they totally change Keith and Lance’s character to fit the same trope. I was so pissed the other day because someone took Lance and just shoved Uke™ on him to fit an AU where he crushes on Keith.

You got K/ance & Sha//ura antis calling Kallura heteronormative but we aren’t the ones who’re forcing a mom troupe on her despite her not being really motherly. (Hunk is the mom friend but let us forget the fat character for aesthetics) You get them saying they love Allura but her story line, which focuses on her duty and willingness to sacrifice anything for it, is shoved for some romance. (Allura, although possibly having some romantic take to it, did not save Shiro because she had a fucking crush on him. She saved him because he needed saving and she viewed his role to Voltron as more important than hers.Stop acting like it is a canon romantic scene. No real scene in Voltron is really inherently romantic.)

You got K/ance shouting if Kallura happens, there won’t be any representation (m/m) but we still got Shiro, Lance and Hunk. Yes, we still got Shunk, Shance and Hance. if we go poly, there is Shunce. And if we dig deeper and you are willing, add Coran into the mix(I’m shoran trash undeniably).

You got them saying Shidge is wrong but the most official thing we got is actually the OFFICIAL Voltron site (whose content probably was made known to the entire crew and was advertised to the general public) saying ‘5 teens.’ But let us dwell on a half-baked video where a person throws numbers into some of the crew’s mouths. Let us not dwell on how Allura has no one bit of an age meter. For all we know, she could be a centuries old Alien. But sure why not, dwell on Shidge.

They put their ships on high pedestals to trample on other ships but you are probably a hateful bitch when you call them out on their shit.

II. “Shiro is spacedad” anti (bonus points for Allura as space mom)

These antis believe Shiro is a grandpa. They seem him as a father figure which would have been okay because let us admit that at some point the space dad joke were funny UNTIL PEOPLE TOOK THEM SERIOUSLY. Unlike the typical fan who laugh at the jab, these people take things to far and actually think it is canon. Shiro is actually a dad. “How dare you hc Shiro as a young and vulnerable character instead of my perfect space dad™?” All that crap.

But if you remember Prisoner Shiro, Kerberos Shiro, he looks pretty young. If you change back his hair before the frosty tips, remove the scar and the buff bara bod (he probably got from fighting in the ring), you wouldn’t find him looking wise beyond his years.

Coupled with Canon™ Space Mom Allura, it just pisses me off. Allura is enigmatic, a bit impulsive but her impulses are mostly practical, not afraid to jump into action, a bit bossy and domineering at times, yes, but deep down inside Allura is just a princess who wants her life back, who wants to live in peace with pretty things like her Altean flowers, who wants to go shopping for sparkly things, and maybe experiment with cute hairstyles.

This is why it kinda pisses me off. The idea was cute. Heck, I made an entire Sha//ura au once with my friend with the whole vld family thing but when they just pushed for it on discourse and acted like it was some holy canon grail, I was just really seven levels of salt.

III. “Pidge is like 4 months old” anti

These antis just infatalize Pidge. “Pidge is a kid. She can’t make romance decision. Pidge is practically a baby. How dare u” and all that shit. But it is totally fine for someone you see as a ‘kid’ to be flying an alien warship and engaging in an intergalactic war? Same goes for those who infantalize other Paladins. The logic is flawed enough but something else really pissed me off in this one.

My main concern with this is that the blatant forcefulness that Pidge is young because she has all the stereotypical looks of younger people. It undermines short girls who never grow up to be tall and developed upfront. Some people never get hit with puberty right. I was thirteen and 5′1 and now I’m  nineteen and guess what? 5′1.5. Where is the justice puberty? You didn’t hit me up. You just poked me with a stick once and left.

And just the other day, guess what? I was again assumed to be like fourteen, especially since I was standing right next to my tree of a younger brother who is like sixteen. I probably would be rich right now if i had a dollar for every single person who thought I was fourteen. Pidge may look young by stereotypical standards, sure. But that doesn’t mean she is. She could just be a short 19 year old.

The concept of child-coded is bullshit. I mean look, I look, by stereotypical anti standard, like a fourteen year old therefore when tall people my age or older (who coincidentally also fit the stereotypical adult look standard) theoretically like me, we are perpetuating pedophilia. If we start dating, since they are adult-coded and I’m child-coded, it’s almost as if it is already pedophilia.

If anything, the infantalization of Pidge showed me that people, yes I repeat, people will continue to be misogynistic to women who do not fit the stereotype of what a woman should be. I mean, when did height and cupsize amount to a woman’s age and maturity as a person? It just says you have to fit this shitty standard to be something and to be recognized and that is fucking bullshit.

Oh well, to the antis, I guess I’ll be a minor forever. And to end this segment with another one of your fave defenses, “I”M MINOR-CODED AND CHILD-CODED SO YOU CAN’T ATTACK ME UWU”

IV. “Shiro’s trauma is an issue” anti

This is by far the one of the things I’ve seen. These people say that because Shiro experienced some traumatizing shit, he is not eligible for a relationship with any of the Paladins. It basically says that because Shiro has ptsd, he can’t date anyone who is potentially(meaning they see this character as young or immature and they aren’t actually as such) less mature™ or younger than he is. It basically says that since Shiro has ptsd, he must be toxic by default. It thrives upon the logic that anyone with mental health issues is gonna be toxic in relationships. (except Sha//ura cuz apparently Shiro who they call toxic in all other relationships isn’t toxic there)

V. “go fucking kill yourself” anti

No explanations needed. Assholes with no regard for human life. Suicide baiting, Gas lighting, you name it. Best thing to do is just block these. No arguing with them.

VI. “I’m a minor/survivor/minority group so I am allowed to be an asshole to anyone” anti

These are the people who go and attack others but when you call them out on their shit, they go like “but we are a minor/survivor/part of a minority.”

I’m only gonna say this once so listen well. (Who am I kidding? I’ve stressed this so much.) Being a minor/survivor/minority does not excuse you from being an asshole. You can experience terrible things and be like fourteen but you can still be an asshole. It does not give you a free pass to ruin other people’s lives. Get that inside your head. Someone can be depressed and still be an asshole. Someone can be autistic and still be an asshole. Someone can be gay and still be an asshole. Someone can be part of a general minority group and still be an asshole. Their status as a minor/minority/survivor DOES NOT make them an asshole but this specific person, who coincidentally fits in a certain group, is just an asshole. Their status is merely circumstantial and not the root of their being an asshole therefor it must not be used as an excuse for them to be one.

VII. “Shaladin is okay except for Shidge ft. Ship Sh/att instead” anti

I’m like WHY? These antis act like they are allies and they are good™ but they throw Shidge under the bus and vilify it to somehow make other shaladin ships appeal to the anti standards. You draw the line in Shidge? Well, I draw the line in vilifying ships to put yours on a pedestal. I would’ve understood if it was just basic ‘I don’t like Shidge’ but no, it has to rhyme with the anti logic of infantalizing her and all those things.

And don’t let me get started on Sh/att. Cuz it just shattered all the hope of me getting into this ship. This was good, old friends trope, I couldn’t save you trope. You name it. It has all the layers of angst that normally i would dive into. But the shippers use the same rhetoric shaladin antis use on Shidge. “It’s shidge but gay” Do you know how misogynistic you sound? And how dare you think I ship my ship because ‘aesthetics uwu’.

The idea of throwing Shidge out to appeal to the antis like some sacrificial lamb is just anti rhetoric itself. “It’s okay if one ships takes the fall for us.” It’s just pointing fingers at someone, in this case some ship. And honestly, that sucks.

VIII. “I’m gonna misuse social justice to call you all these names and not appreciate social justice when it is working against me” anti

These antis are those who try to shit on ships by appealing to twisted social justice but the moment actual social justice works against them, they try to ignore it and you just know, it was never a social issue to begin with.

A perfect example of this are the “Bi Lance for K/ance” antis. They shout and tell the world,”we got Bi Lance, we got a bi character in our ship. Whoop Whoop representation” but moment someone goes “oh nice, I ship Lance with Allura/Pidge/Nyma/Plaxum/any girl in existence.” They jump at you and call you cis het scum or whatever. But Lance is Bi right? Don’t Bi people like umm girls too???? Yes??? Do you know what a bi is?????

You see, they actually don’t care about bi representational at all unless it is used to put their ships up. And don’t get me started on the hate for ‘Bi Keith.’ I know the idea of Gay Keith is a fan fave but Bi Keith is a possibility. Like Bi Lance is everything to the universe but you are suddenly Zarkon if you as much think about Bi Keith. You love bi representation so much don’t you?

Oh and the antis who go like “we are protecting survivors and minors” just as they attack survivors and minors. Good job on the protecting.

Everything these antis do is just plain crap. When you untangle their twisted social justice and see the ulterior motives, you see their actions for what they are, personal vendettas against shippers, attacks so that whatever shitty ship they have gets to trample on other ships.

IX. “fiction is reality” anti

These are just antis who thrive on the idea that fictitious content is actually reality and therefore every dark-themed content is evil.

Tell me why I’m not marking Priests with hot iron stamps fresh from flames and killing them? I read Angels and Demons. Tell me why I’m not suddenly killing humans and eating them? I watched Hannibal. Tell me how I haven’t butchered the person I like? I watched School Days + Higurashi and I was like thirteen, a minor yes, at the time. Tell me how I’m not suddenly taking people in strange boats and making them go through hell, I was eight, a fucking kid, I watched Jigoku Shoujo (Hell Girl). They are unanswerable because fiction is in fact not reality.

The idea that fiction is reality is just the same as how way back four or so years ago, there was a backlash in gaming like with fighting and guns because it supposedly perpetuates violence and supposedly hypnotizes people. And you know how stupid that idea is? That is how stupid the idea that ‘fiction’ is reality’ in fandom is.

And if you actually do think fiction is reality, I suggest you seek medical help.

End Note: Antis may appeal to other forms of attacks or a mix of these but you guys stay strong and safe.


Greek Gods Series
Prologue Poseidon Ares Aphrodite Apollo Hades Hermes Zeus
Ship: Pirate!Mina | Pirate!Reader | Merman!Jimin
Description: Pirate!AU | Beginning your new life as a pirate had its hardships- and it all started with something called Fate.
Warnings: Fingering, Oral, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism? Violence, Assault, Angst, Death
Word Count: 15,257
A/N: Cover finally up! Enjoy the first part of this series! It took me forever to write.

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A few years ago I was at an anime con with my then 9 year old daughter. Attack on Titan had just finished it’s US broadcast and was at the height of it’s popularity. We were sitting in a panel room with Josh Grelle, the voice actor of Armin Arlert and Lauren Landa (Annie). They were entertaining questions from the audience.

I don’t know how many of you go to cons, but the questions at these events tend to be repetitive. People ask far too many about shipping. They ask about life as a voice actor, they ask the actors their favorite, hardest, easiest moments and so on. Trust me when I say voice actors are patient people.

About 30 minutes in, my daughter’s hand shot up and Josh called on her. She walked to the microphone and asked, “Do you think Armin will ever see the ocean?”

Josh, Lauren and the entire room let out a collective awwwwww and a few people actually got emotional–Josh included. He finally said, “I sure hope so. If I have one wish for this story it’s that Armin gets to see the ocean.”

I don’t share a lot of personal pictures, but I’ll make an exception here since meeting Josh was the greatest day of her life.

My daughter’s anime tastes have long since moved on to swimmers and setters, spikers and bikers, and those adorable ice skating boys, but Armin Arlert is still Her Guy. And while she doesn’t read the manga, she follows Armin-centric instagram accounts and each month asks me for details of his life. So yesterday when she came home from school, I was excited and happy to show her the panels of Armin happily splashing in the ocean. She’s waited basically a quarter of her life for this moment. 

So please believe me when I say I get it. I am  happy for everyone who loves Armin and the rest of the 104th. It was a great moment for you and I felt joy seeing your joy (especially yours @daydream24-7 and @guyinlovewitheremika ).

That said, I also completely understand the rage and disappointment in this chapter. I personally am struggling myself. This was a terrible chapter for anyone who loved Erwin, Ymir, or the Warriors. The time skip essentially rendered all of our pain as unimportant and inconsequential. We’re having to accept that everything we wanted and needed regarding our favorite characters isn’t going to happen.

We’re never going to see Nile, Pixis or, ya know, Levi’s reaction to Erwin’s death. Any conflicted feelings over eating Bert are probably long since resolved. We won’t get Reiner’s reaction. Ymir is probably dead. We’re expected to accept that Historia read her letter and got on with her life. And Annie–who dat?

It’s not just the characters I’m mourning, I have concerns about the story. In two pages the titan threat that hung over us is just gone. And not by some cool  awesome use of the coordinate, but by a titan guillotine that slowly picked them off one by one. It feels cold and anti-climactic.

I have so many questions. What about the structure of the military? Is there still a Survey Corps? What have they been doing for a year? Aren’t they worried about Zeke and Reiner? I’m sorry but you do not put a time skip in the middle of a battle. You do not leave that many threads hanging. I wanted and expected so much more.

And now people are resettling Wall Maria. What about all those bodies? Not just Erwin’s, but there are a hundred dead SC members rotting in the sun. I used to accept that there was no time to mourn the dead, but they’ve obviously had nine months of relative peace. I hope a little of that went into consideration for the fallen but we’ll never know.

While the day at the beach was nice, I’m struggling with the point of it. Was it simply to prove that Grisha’s journals were trustworthy? If so, wouldn’t being surrounded by 50 meter walls that are stuffed with a colossal titan filling be enough to prove that? 

Clearly I’m still processing all of this. I keep telling myself to be patient and give it more time, but how much more time do I allow? My biggest concern is if Isayama can still pull off a satisfying story, or is this an indication that he’s lost interest and is trying to wrap things up as quickly as possible. I’m looking forward to reading the meta of the people who I know are more objective than I am. I’m interested in hearing their thoughts. Maybe they’ll help soothe mine.

Anyway, thank you for listening. I just needed to get this out. 

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ned is such a Soft Boy but dont mess w peter bc everyone knows he will not hesitate to punch a transphobe in the face for His Boy

peter coming out as trans at a young age (around age 7) and it kinda causes an uproar among peter’s friend group and their parents, bc suddenly there are parents accusing may and ben of not being good guardians.

and when they find out that may and ben are putting peter on blockers they say “that child is too young to know what they want” and get furious when may and ben reply with “if a child is old enough to know they’re cisgender then they’re old enough to know they’re transgender”

and some kids at school begin to tease peter a bit, saying shit like “my mom and dad told me that your aunt and uncle are crazy, and that you are too” or they begin to call him trans slurs, and may and ben hate that those kids didn’t know what those slurs were a few weeks ago, and that their parents taught them what they think peter should be called

and one day peter is sitting at lunch alone and flash walks up and begins calling peter names, and peter tries to ignore him. but he’s already having a bad day (he only got an A- on his math test instead of an A+) and he’s just a kid, and he begins to cry. and that only makes flash laugh. peter is hoping that some teachers will come aid him, but they don’t, they never do. so he just sits there as flash and his goons continue to snickers, and he tries to get his tears under control so he doesn’t encourage flash more.

but then suddenly flash is being shoved by ned leeds, that quiet dude in his class who never talks much. peter doesn’t know him very well, but he never thought ned would be the kind of guy to stand up for him. or even try to know him.

and flash swears at ned, but ned just punches flash and tells him in a really low voice to “leave peter alone” and that…. just shakes peter. nobody besides his aunt and uncle have called him peter yet, everyone else deadnames him. it’s almost surreal to be hearing somebody else call him peter, especially someone he’s never really spoken to.

some teachers come over and pull ned away from flash (because of course they’ll defend flash even though peter was just loudly being bullied by him), and ned throws an apologetic glance over his shoulder as he’s escorted to the principals office. flash glares at peter and goes back to his own table in the cafeteria. and peter waits a few moments, picks at his food thoughtfully, before he gets up to go sit outside of the principals office.

he waits outside the office for about twenty minutes, not really caring that he’s missing his history lesson, and then finally the door opens and ned walks out with his head hung low. he’s holding a dark pink letter, something people only get when they’ve gotten a detention.

ned startles when he sees peter and then sheepishly fiddles with the letter, kind of afraid that peter might be mad with him. peter worries ned in turn might be upset too.

“i’m sorry,” they both say, before looking confusedly at each other

“why are you sorry?” peter asks quietly, standing up from the bench he’d been sitting on

“i made a big scene, i’m sorry about that,” ned sighs. his voice is smooth and soft, much different than how it sounded when he was talking to flash.

peter blushes then sighs. “i should be the one saying sorry, i’m the reason you got detention and – ”

“no!” ned says angrily. “you didn’t do anything, flash is the reason i got detention! he needs to stop bullying you!”

peter looks down and kicks at nothing in particular. he needs to retie one of his shoes. “yeah… i dunno, i’m beginning to wonder if they’re right about me. maybe i am just a freak.”

ned walks close to him, and peter flinches, but all ned does is hug him. ned is much bigger and taller than him, everyone kinda is, and they usually use that advantage to be cruel. but all ned does is hug him. and peter just kinda wants to crumble. he gets this kind of affection from may and ben all the time, but he’d missed having it from others. he had felt so alone since he came out that he had started to forget how it felt to have a friend.

“you aren’t a freak,” ned whispers. “you’re so cool! and smart! they’re just stupid, peter, they’re really dumb!!”

peter doesn’t know what to say really, so he doesn’t say anything. he just whispers a shy “thank you” back. ned hugs him for a bit longer and then finally pulls back. peter doesn’t want this to stop, maybe he’s being greedy but he wants ned to be around him always. suddenly he feels addicted to ned’s company, despite only having it for 10 minutes or so.

“school’s almost over,” peter says shyly. “do you wanna come over to my house and play legos? i know they aren’t very – ”

“legos!!” ned says, his eyes going big and a silly smile breaking across his face. his voice cracks lightly, the early stages of puberty beginning to creep over him. “i love legos!!”

“really?” peter says, beginning to bounce on the balls of his feet. he’s so happy.

“yeah!! and model planes too!”

“my uncle builds those!! and those neat ships in bottles!!”

they both begin gabbing about building legos and ships and planes as they walk outside of the school. peter introduces ned to may when she picks peter up from school, and ned calls his mom to say that he’s going over to a friend’s house (making sure to let may speak to his mom first). peter likes where this is going, he likes the way this day has gone and he hopes it’s the first of many days that he will see ned leeds.

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park chanyeol. reader-insert. 5,2k words. fluff/angst. au

—it couldn’t hold onto those letters forever. Neither could he hold onto her.

this one is for Liv @xiuminsm

Dear Chanyeol, 

I’m not quite sure whether to classify you as dumb or cute. Seriously, Park Chanyeol? You sent a ring along with a letter with the words “will you marry me?”and a doodle of yourself kneeling, I can’t believe you!

Oh, and PS: Yes, I will.

Love, ____.

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Give me a mermaid universe where the mermaids are terrifying but one falls in love and is trying to get the attention of a sailor but the sailor thinks she’s trying to kill him. 

Like give me a mermaid universe where the girl is serenading a young male sailor and he’s peering into the water with a harpoon gun on his back trying to spot her, crying at the top of his lungs, “Careful lads, there are sirens in these waters.”

Give me a mermaid universe where she sits on a rock and she’s got the best of the ocean’s makeup, she’s exfoliated with the creme de la creme of the ocean sand, she’s got shells adorning her body and she even applied some sea salt shimmer and he just averts his eyes and blindly stumbles onto shore. 

Give me a mermaid universe where she brings food to him, buckets of fish and a couple of sharks, hell even some whale blubber and he refuses to take any of it because he thinks it’ll be poisoned or enchanted. 

Give me a mermaid universe where he makes her cry and her sobbing is beautiful, like little whale calls, and he just finds a cave to hide in until she’s done. 

Give me a mermaid universe where something goes wrong with the ship, like a hole in the side or the engine failing and this mermaid bears the boat on her back, the wood tearing into her skin, her tail being burned from the friction, but she won’t let it sink. She docks it for them and she goes up to this nice young sailor. 

She’s been learning English for months and in her best human accent, with a bright smile (sure she’s got sharp canines and blue gums but what’s she supposed to do about appearances)  says, “I saved your boat, I hope your crew is okay.”

And the sailor just narrows his eyes and huffs, “Are you expecting me to believe you had nothing to do with the failure?”

Give me a mermaid universe where a female sailor has to come up and bat the man on the head and turn him around and scold him. “Can’t you just see she’s got a thing for you, sir.” 

And then the sailor finally gives in and gives her a chance because… well maybe the female sailor has a point. Maybe the girl just has a crush on him and not a thirst for a very specific murder

The arrogance on this sailor. To think she’d have a preference for the men she kills. 




I found this wonderful invention on ebay: a cute little backpack with a fabric pocket behind clear, heart-shaped vinyl, so you can display your pins without worrying about them falling off! The best part? It’s sparkly vinyl!

I could only fit a fraction of my collection behind the window (I have a pin addiction), but I made sure to include my OTPs to make the most of the heart shape.

Edit: I wasn’t expecting this post to get more than like 5 notes so I didn’t think to include a link. This is the listing I bought mine from, but as you can see, there are tons of other sellers so mine might not be the cheapest, especially if you’re interested in a different color.

Wordless Apologies

Fandom: Star Trek AOS.
Leonard McCoy X female reader.
Prompt: “We have to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work.  Or waffles, friends and work.  But work has to come third.”  “What? Does that feel good?”
Word Count: 1497.
Rating: Teen+.
Genre: Fluff.
Summary: you’re desperate to get out of med bay after an away mission gone wrong lands you in quarantine, and while you’re peeved at Leonard for keeping you hostage in isolation for so long, he’s got a plan to making it up to you.
Author’s Note: Written for @atari-writes s birthday challenge.  Late to the party, as usual, but I did it! Happy extremely belated birthday, darlin’, and I hope you like this!

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Wordless Apologies

We have to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work,” you placate, watching Leonard as he hovers over you with a dermal regenerator.  “Or waffles, friends, and work – but work has to come third.”

Leonard’s expression doesn’t lift in the slightest and you know your attempt at jest is for naught – he’s still too wound up after an extended period of loss of radio contact between you and the Enterprise.  The away mission you’d gone on, leaving him back on the bridge, had been successful, even if you’d collected a few cuts and scrapes in the processes.  And potentially been exposed to a deadly pathogen carried by some of the hostages your security team had rescued.  The hostages were being tended to by Dr. M’Benga and the nurses and debriefed by the captain and Mr. Spock, and you had the great misfortune of having your boyfriend the CMO’s undivided attention.

“You could have died,” Leonard mutters as he sets the regenerator aside and leans in to inspect the faint discolored line left over from where a phaser bolt had grazed your side.  “You could still be dying – we don’t know what this virus’ incubation period is.  You might not show symptoms for days or weeks, and until we know more, you’re stuck in here.”

Your eyes linger on the pale blue shimmer of the isolation field that’s been generated around you since all of the ship’s proper isolation rooms are in use by those who are actively ill and contagious.

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You’re Okay?

So I literally wrote this w my gramps @catyz101 and she’s insisting that I don’t tag her, so I won’t…at least not anymore. This was fun to write lol we just kept switching back and forth. Hope you guys enjoy!

Prompt - Kim’s about to die. Will Trini save her?

Trini felt her hands trembling. She was trying not to cry because she wasn’t the one hurt. “Hold on Kim, okay?” Trini says as she lightly touches Kim’s cheek, afraid to apply any pressure. what if she hurt her more? Trini’s eyes couldn’t help but trace the other girl’s face; the unusually pale skin, the dry lips, the large gash on her forehead, blood still spilling from it. The sight made her stomach coil and her heart beat harshly against her ribs. Her lungs don’t seem to want to work with her as she tries to take in a breath only for it to feel like it something was crawling its way down her throat.

 Kim tries to smile as she looks at Trini, but it’s quickly replaced by a look of pain. Kim opens her mouth to speak, but Trini can’t make out what she is trying to say. Maybe it isn’t that whatever Kim is saying isn’t making sense or loud enough, but more to do with the pounding in Trini’s ears.

 “Trini.” It feels heavy to her ears, Kim’s voice holding a somber tone Trini isn’t used to. Trini can only nod her head in acknowledgement, trying her best to swallow the bile forming at the back of her throat. “Trini.”

Trini does her best to answer, but all she manages is a meek, “yea, I’m here Kim.”

“I have something,” Kim’s voice cuts off as if for a moment she isn’t there, “something important to say.”

“Tell me later.” Trini whispers. Later. She has to pretend - no, believe - and convince herself and the universe that there will be a later. She can’t lose Kim. Can’t even consider a future that doesn’t have Kim in it.

Trini watches as Kim shakes her head. “No.” It’s firm and strong, and Trini feels this spark of hope flash in her chest, but it’s quickly taken away when she sees the deep frown that settles itself on stained lips. “I haven’t said this before.” Kim says before stopping to catch her breath.

“You can tell me later, Princesa.” Trini says, leaning down to kiss her forehead. It draws a gasp from in between her lips when she touches cool skin. It frightens her and makes her hold on a little tighter. “Once you’re feeling better. The-then you can tell me.”

Her stomach coils painfully when she hears pitiful chuckles escape from Kim’s lips. She shakes her head, her eyes leaving Kim to look around her, her eyes searching for anything that could possibly help her. The desperation settles itself deep in her stomach as she feels useless.

“Trini.” Her name is much louder now, a sense of Kim’s own desperation heavy in her tone. It causes Trini to look back at her, the Latina still shaking her head as she bites her lip. “It’s fine.”

Trini hates the resignation in her voice, hates the way Kim seems to be giving up; she hates everything because how could the world be any good, if it takes the only good thing in her life away? She lets out a small growl from in between her lips as she feels a surge of energy rip through her. She’s not giving up this easily. Kim deserves better from her.

“Like hell it is.” Trini huffs. She still feels the panic in her, but she decides to put it to better use.

She isn’t sure where the rest of the team is. She knows that, technically, Jason had told them to stay in this location, but that had been before Kim got hurt.

Trini took a deep breath in.

She positions herself so that she could get ready to stand, as Kim looks at her in confusion. As gently as she could, Trini lifts Kim up, trying her best to ignore the small cries the other girl lets out.

“Listen, I’m going to get you out of here.” Trini says firmly, “None of this tragic it’s fine stuff. We are both getting out of here. If you die on me,” Trini stops; can feel the sob in her throat coming up, but pushes it back on. “I will kill you.”

Kim lets out a weak laugh. “Sound logic.”

Trini doesn’t respond. She doesn’t have a good way to answer. Her focus has all been shifted to being able to get Kim to safety. Their miracle of having a ranger come back to life had already been used. Although Trini is sure that even if that was still an option, it would not be a choice Trini would make. Even if they could live as many lives as they wanted, Trini would protect Kim.

Trini heads in the direction of the ship. She is sure that Alpha 5 will know how to take care of this.

Kim is going to be fine.

Kim is going to live.

Trini is sure of it.

It becomes a chant in her mind. It drives her to take one step after another until she’s running as fast as she can. It helps her ignore how heavy Kim feels in her arms, helps her ignore the burning feeling in her muscles as she strains herself. She’s tired and weak, the many hits she had received now weighing on her as she tried to keep her mind hopeful. She’d get there soon. She had to.

“We’re almost there, Princesa,” Trini reassures, looking down to see Kim closing her eyes. The sight makes her heart stop, makes her realize just how scared she is, how close she is to losing Kim. It makes her run faster, makes her more determined, makes her try harder. “Just a few more minutes and then you can sleep.”

“Okay,” Kim responds. Trini doesn’t hear it, Kim’s voice much too weak and drained to ever reach Trini’s pounding ears, but Trini does feel it; she feels the way Kim’s word seems to vibrate against her sternum, and Trini takes that as a win - gives her a small amount of hope.

“I swear you’re an idiot.” Trini says almost to herself, shaking her head. “I had him. He was right there and you just had to jump in, didn’t you?”

She chuckles mirthlessly along with another shake of her head. She looks down once more, a small relieved sigh escaping her lips as she sees brown eyes looking up at her. She manages a smile, but she’s sure it’s more of a grimace - she figures she’s trying. She looks up again, another sigh of relief escaping from in between her lips when she sees the ship. A large cry seems to rip itself from in between her lips, her muscles burning and her energy depleting, her heart beating loudly against her chest and stomach coiling painfully with fear, but she’s determined to get Kim to Alpha 5. She has to.

And she does. She makes it to the ship, her knees ready to give out and her breaths shallow. She continues on to the medbay while calling for Alpha 5. She isn’t too sure when he comes, but he’s hot on her heels as soon as he sees Kim. Trini vaguely makes out “how did this happen” and “I leave you five alone and you do this”, but she just huffs out as a reply.

As soon as Trini sets Kim down on a bed and sees Alpha 5 working, Trini’s world begins to fade into black. The exhaustion consuming her, and the adrenaline that helped her carry Kim all the way to the ship gone. As long as Kim was fine, she would let herself sleep. It wasn’t much of a choice after all.

 When Trini wakes up, Zack has put her in her own medbay bed. He had smartly put her next to Kim, knowing that if he hadn’t, she’d try to go to her. She doesn’t feel great, but she sees Kim breathing and, honestly, she isn’t sure the world could be better. She had done it. She had saved Kim.

Trini let out a sigh of relief. She was still so tired. She glanced at Kim one last time before willingly going back to sleep.

She wakes with a start; her breath fast and heavy as her heart raced in her chest, the image of Kim stepping in front of her flashing in her mind. She tries to swallow the bile in the back of her throat as she looks around; tries to calm herself as her eyes spot the sleeping form in the medbay bed next to her. Her ears register the continuous beeping of Kim’s heart monitor, and while she feels like she should find it annoying, the pounding in her head harsh against her skull, there’s a comfort that seems to settle itself in her chest. Her shoulders sag in relief as she lets herself fall back for a second, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

She jumps when she feels hands on her arm, her eyes widening in surprise as she turns to look at Zack. She finds comfort in his large smile, finds a sense of safety in the way his brown eyes seem to look bright and hopeful. She manages a smile back - at least she thinks so.

“You’re okay.” Zack comments, his usual boyish smirk slowly spreading on his lips. It brings a sense of normal to Trini’s pounding heart, and she’s grateful.

“I’m always okay,” Trini says with a wave of her hand. Or at least she tries to, her limbs heavier than they should, her muscles aching with every flex she managed. She hears Zack chuckle and she looks away, her eyes locking once again with Kim’s sleeping figure. The smile on her face drops and her stomach flutters as she sits up again, untucking herself from her underneath her blankets, her sock covered feet padding softly against the ship’s metal floors.

“How-” Trini starts, but the word catches itself on the tip of her tongue. She swallows as she lets her eyes scan the girl in front of her. Her skin is still paler than it should ever be and there are dark circles underneath her eyes along with sunken cheeks. Trini shakes her head because Kim should never look this weak, should never look so defeated. Her hands are stretched out in front of her without realizing, a few inches away from Kim’s face. She’s scared to touch her, scared to feel cool instead of warm, and she hesitates on touching her, hesitates on whether she should confront her fears or not.

She dares herself to do it, and that’s how she manages to touch Kim’s forehead. She sighs in relief when she feels warm skin against her own, her shoulders sagging and the weight resting on them being lifted as she shuffles herself closer. She had really done it. It hadn’t been a fevered dream. It was real - this was real. Her lips twitch, her fingers now brushing softly down the side of Kim’s face.

“You’re okay.”

She hears Zack laugh behind her; she turns back to look at him, and he gives her a sheepish look for a second before his grin returns.

“I was going to tell you to get a room.” He sits down on the bed that Trini was in. “She really is okay, though. She was up three hours ago.”

“Yeah?” Trini feels her heart flutter.

“Yeah,” Zack nods. “Tried to do the same thing you’re doing. Apparently, if she hadn’t done what she did, it’d be you in her place.”

Trini rolls her eyes. “I had him.” She looked back at her and whispered, “I had him.” She let her hand move to Kim’s.

“She was offended you called her an idiot.” Zack continues trying to calm Trini. “She called you one too.”

“Mmm,” Is all Trini replies as she holds Kim’s hand.

“Hey, Trini.” Zack calls out. Trini nods in acknowledgement but continues to look at Kim. “She really is going to be okay.” He repeats.

“I almost lost her.” Trini feels her heart sink again.

“But you didn’t.” Zack replies softly. “You saved her. You did good, T.” Trini doesn’t respond. She wishes she had done better, wishes she had prevented the injury to begin with.

Zack sighs. “Come on, Trini.” He pats the bed. “Sleep a little longer. You aren’t exactly in top shape either. Those guys were tough.”

“I’m okay.” Trini stubbornly mutters as she squeezes Kim’s hand.

Zack is about to say something, but stops when Kim murmurs: “So loud.”

Zack laughs. “Oh and she’s pretty cranky too. Didn’t even let me finish my joke on-”

Trini turns to glare at him. She lifts a finger to her mouth to hush him. He grins wider and lifts his hands up as if surrender. He points to the door and then gets up to go.

“Zack,” Trini says before he leaves, “Thank you.”

“I am sorry I wasn’t there. Maybe if I had-”

“You were saving the world somewhere else.” Trini says as she watches the guilty frown deepen on his face. It crushes her, to think he feels at fault, because he isn’t. None of them are. She feels the anger boiling just underneath her skin, but she’s brought out of her thoughts as Zack clears his voice.

“I’m gonna leave you two alone.” He says with a small nod, his smile slowly coming back. “Love you, crazy girl.”

“Love you too.” Trini says with a small smile as she watches him leave. Once he’s gone she registers the small tug on her hand. Her eyes quickly move to look at her girlfriend, brown eyes looking into green; and Trini feels the relief flood her senses again.

“You’re okay.” Kim says, a large smile blooming on her face. Trini nods her head as her tongue feels heavy in her mouth.

“I’m okay.” She manages, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she leans down. “You’re alive.”

“I would hope so.” Kimberly says, and Trini rolls her eyes. She chuckles as she looks into brown eyes and lets herself search them. There’s this mix of relief and concern, of gratitude and anxiousness, and it makes Kim’s eyes that much more intriguing. She lets herself lean down far enough to press her lips against Kim’s chapped ones, the feeling of the other girl’s lips on her own reminding her that this, in fact, was real. She feels Kim try to shift and then there’s a loud hiss that reaches her ear.

“Are you okay!?” Trini asks quickly as she steps back. Kim raises her hand in search for Trini’s as she nods her head.

“Yea, just hurts to move.” Kim assures. Trini looks to where Kim’s abdomen should be underneath her blankets, and frowns. “Hey,” Kim calls out, “I’m okay.”

“You’re still an idiot.” Trini says as she crosses her arms, never letting go of Kim’s hand.

Kim rolls her eyes and tugs her hand back down, careful not to move herself too much. “Rude. You’re just as much of an idiot as I am.”

“Yea, but that’s normal for me.” Trini says exasperated, rolling her eyes before letting a small chuckle escape the confines of her mouth.

Kim laughs along with her before saying, “Zack stole my line you know.”

“What do you mean?” Trini’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Before, what I wanted to tell you.” Kim gives her a gentle, shy smile. “I love you, Trini.”

Trini feels so much all at once. So much that her brilliant response is, “I can’t believe you were going to tell me that before you died. That is so rude.”

“Trini,” Kim grumbles sternly as she rolls her eyes.

“I love you, too, for what it’s worth.” Trini says softly.

“It’s worth a lot.” Kim reaches for her again.

The two share one final kiss before Kim convinces Trini to sleep again. In turn, Trini convinces her that she needs to move her bed closer, so Kim finds herself just staring at the sleeping girl next to her for a while, her mind trying to memorize everything it could about Trini.  Her eyes are drifting now, but she feels her heart swell once more and she can’t help but whisper into the quiet room: “I really do love you, you idiot.”

“Heard that.”

{Reaction} Messing up your Korean in front of Monsta x

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used. 

Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by tochangkyun

Minhyuk was cooking when you got in after spending the day with Wonho, who had brought you home. You grinned, giving your boyfriend Minhyuk his usual kiss on the cheek, taking off your coat in the process. Minhyuk grinned, explained to you what he was cooking, before asking you if you wanted any.

{y/n}: “No thanks, I already ate Wonho’s penis earlier.”

Minhyuk: *almost choked on thin air, turning to look back at you.* “Excuse me?”

{y/n}: “Yeah, it tasted pretty good too actually.” *Leaves the room, completely unaware your attempt to say potatoes was a complete fail.*

Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

Kihyun is used to your Korean mess ups. Since you’re still not perfect you often tend to mess things up or use the wrong word in the wrong context. And of course, he will always do his best to support your learning, but sometimes he can’t help but find your mess ups hilarious.

{y/n}: “I’m having a hard time expressing my potato.”

Kihyun: “What? Do you mean emotion? Not potato.”

Shin Ho Seok/ Wonho

Originally posted by minpoong

You have always be confused by the terms people use when addressing someone older or younger. You just don’t get it, but Wonho likes being your Oppa. this is all in good fun, until you start slipping up and getting it wrong.

Wonho: *Stands up, in a room with you and the other members of Monsta X* “Does anyone want anything? I’m going into the kitchen.

{y/n}: “Will you get me a drink, Appa?”

Kihyun: *snorts*

Wonho: *Won’t let his embarrassment show* “Sure thing, babygirl.” *Thinking messy thoughts on how he’s going to have to teach you why you shouldn’t mess up Appa and Oppa in the future later*

Son Hyun woo/ Shownu

Originally posted by monxbebe

You and Shownu were discussing different KPop groups. But since your Korean isn’t always that great, he wasn’t really understanding you as you tried to explain shipping to him.

{y/n}: “Byunshina!” (Trying to say BaekXing)

Shownu: “What are you calling me a stupid asshole for?!”

Lim Changkyun/ I.M.

Originally posted by hephap1001

You were texting an English friend on your phone, muttering in focus as you typed out the words. “Just a few secs…” you muttered before pressing the send button. Next thing you knew, your boyfriend Changkyun had pressed his lips against yours, initiating what you thought was something spontaneous.

Little did you know he misheard you and thought you’d muttered 섹스 - ‘Segseu’ (The korean word for sex.)

Chae Hyungwon

Originally posted by wonho-shin

After being in a long relationship with Hyungwon, you were finally moving to South Korea to be closer to him. You bought yourself a small yet cosy apartment in the city where you’d easily see Hyungwon and get to work. But since your Korean isn’t perfect yet, you still confuse him with simple sentences on a day to day basis.

Hyungwon: “{y/n}, where’s the bathroom?”

{y/n}: “Go back to your behind.”

Hyungwon: “What are you on about?” *Grinning at how cute you look when you’re confused.*

Lee Jooheon

Originally posted by kihqun

Like in the earlier reaction, you just don’t understand the concept of calling different people and labeling them in different ways judging by their age/status compared to yours. You avoid using the words at all cost, until Minhyuk explains to you how important it is to use them (and messes with you a little, just for fun ;))

{y/n}: “Hey, Unnie. How was work?”

Jooheon: “Excuse me, do I look like an unnie to you?”

{y/n}: “Yes. Minhyuk said it means boyfriend.”

Jooheon: “Fucking Minhyuk…” 

Lady calls my store: I have these shoes that I bought a year ago that I’ve never worn, can I return them?

Me: Sure, just come in as long as you have POP.

Her: can I return them over the phone?

Me: No we have to have the shoes before we return them.

Her: Oh…well then can you come pick them up?

Me: we have a shipping label that you can print out to send them back online, free of charge.

Her: I don’t have time for that. Let me speak to your manager.

Manager spoke to her, she came in later.

Overboard | 1

I’m overboard…

Intro: When you’re on a cruise ship to get away from life, the first thing on your mind isn’t to find love. That is, until you met him.

“Ma’am I need to see your ticket please.” said the slightly older man as I stepped up next in line. I quickly handed him my ticket, and he simply smiled at me before letting me onto the ramp to board the beautifully massive ship. With two suitcases in my hand, and another purse on my shoulder, you could say I had enough on my plate, but as I entered the ship, a nice younger man offered me a strawberry and banana smoothie, complementary of course. Still, I smiled and took it, sipping as I continued to look at the decor in awe. There were plenty of shining chandeliers that hung so high above everyone’s heads, even the ones on the top floor. There was beautiful carpeting with royal gold designs that covered the entire floor. There was wood interior, and plenty of glass structure as well. I pulled my luggage roughly over to the counter where a woman was waiting for me to give her my information so I could get my room key and a dining area card, so I could eat to my heart’s content.

“Hello miss, have a handle on everything?” She humored me. I nodded and set my drink down, slightly laughing myself.

“Yes I just, need to get these up to my room so they won’t be a pain anymore.”

“I see, well just give me your name and phone number and I will quickly give you your room key and dining card.” I told her my name and phone number, and she nicely handed me my necessities for my trip. “Have a wonderful stay.” And with that, I was off.

I was located on the 2nd floor in the middle of the hallway, room 40B. Unlocking my door, I stepped in to find one of the most beautiful rooms I had ever stayed in. The interior design was modern yet fun. The walls were a muted Tiffany blue, the bed sheets were a crisp bright white, and the desk, tv stand, and dresser were shining wood. The bathroom had granite counter tops and a shower that was big enough for 3 or more people. I sighed happily to myself, finally away and free from the life I had been living only yesterday.

I opened the door on the other side of the room to reveal a small patio, and felt the sea breeze hit me with the salt water smell. I breathed in heavily, and leaned against the railing. A few moments of silence passed by before it was interrupted by my phone ringing. My heart started to pound so loud in a matter of seconds, but pulled it out only to find that it was Madison, my best friend.

“You scared me.” I said seriously.

“Calm down, you know he’s not going to find you now.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

“You never know, he’s a smart guy who knows me and my ways of doing things better than anyone else.”

“Hey, not better than me. Which is why I’m helping you through this okay.”

I sighed trying not to let the tears come down this time, they’ve been a constant thing on my face for the past 4 years…

“Okay Madi.”

“Are you on the ship? Did you get settled in?”

“Just boarded, going to put my clothes and shoes away after I grab some food, he literally wouldn’t even let me eat this morning so I’m running on empty.”

“Okay, good. I’m relieved you’re on there for 9 months, even though I’ll miss you like crazy.”

“Hey if you’re in Castaway Cay in 2 months, we’ll see each other.” I said to lighten up the mood, but she only chuckled.

“Settle in, and call me when you’re done eating. Maybe try talking to people, I’m sure there’s plently of 18-25 year olds there to keep you company.”

“Yeah but the only 20 year old I want here is you Madi.”

“Shut up. I’ll talk to you later. Love you, remember that.”

“Love you Madi.” And I hung up.

I continued to stare out into sea, watching the waves roll up and down and crash onto the side of the boat. The drop from here made your heart want to jump into your lungs as you looked down. Maybe a year ago I would’ve jumped at the chance to be free. Free from him, free from everyday life, free from myself and who I was. But I look now, and I see in my reflection that I am not who I was back then. I have grown, matured, become responsible, and capable of taking care of myself. For the next 9 months it’s me and only me, with nobody to get in my way of doing anything.

Before exiting my room, I swooped up my smoothie and went for the doorknob of my room. My intentions for the next few hours were to eat some brunch, then explore for a little bit, of course not looking at everything the ship had to offer just yet.

As I stepped out into the hall, back turned to make sure my door was locked, I turned around and was immediately knocked over and next thing I know I was staring at a fuzzy looking ceiling. I groaned at the pain that was growing on my back and continued to lay helpless on the ground. I felt another body on me, the heartbeat laying right over mine, and they too were groaning. I felt my smoothie now dripping over my face and running down my neck and chest. I slowly wiped off the sticky drink, and tried my best to sit up. The person above me moved quickly, and placed their luggage (which was also conveniently on top of me also) to the side of the hall against the wall. A hand rubbed my back, and another tried wiping the smoothie off my fae gently.

“Look I’m so sorry I can explain,” yup, this was definitely a boy, figures. “It’s really stupid but my brother and I were racing to our room to see who’d get there first because whoever was the first one there would get the bed near the patio and-“

He stopped talking once he saw me open my eyes. I looked up to find a boy who looked as if he was sculpted by the gods themselves. His lips parted but perfectly light pink and plump, his hair disheveled but somehow perfectly placed, and his dark yet glowing eyes stared down into my timid ones. I quickly continued to wipe my face of any strawberry or banana mixture, and tried to avert my eyes from his. He was too beautiful to be in the presence of someone like myself.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” I mentally face palmed myself. What a bold question to ask, when did I get so ballsy to even speak to a boy this gorgeous.

“I just-you’re really pretty.” I stood up almost butting heads with him, and fixed my clothes and picked up the smoothie glass which was thankfully not broken.

“I-I uh have to go return this.” I said referring to the glass. Again, mentally face palming myself.

“I’m sorry if I scared you off right now I just think-“

“No no, your compliment is appreciated trust me.” I smiled kindly, and he smiled back to with the most white and bright smile a boy has ever flashed.

“Well then I’m sorry for knocking you over so hard, if you want to, I can make it up to you by taking you out tonight to walk around the ship?”

I thought hard about it. He seemed like a genuine guy, but so did he. I bit my lip before answering, and slowly nodded my head yes. From behind us, we could hear fast footsteps approaching and once I put two and two together I realized it was his brother still determined to win the race. The boy quickly grabbed all of his stuff before running up to me close to my face with another smile.

“And I’m Ethan by the way.”

“Y/N.” I whispered, getting lost again in those damn eyes.

He ran off and his brother ran past me just missing me by a completely of centimeters, and I continued to watch Ethan run to the end of the hall where their room was, he obviously won. I only turned around to walk toward the dining area. My heart was racing and pounding, my hands sweating, and my breath hitching in my throat. But I hadn’t felt this good in what felt like a lifetime.

Hope you guys enjoyed my first story on this blog! Part 2 will be up this week :)

How about some platonic Heith?

After listening to Lance moan and whine about trying to find a date in space for months, Keith’s starting to feel a little bit uncomfortable with the fact that he’s never actually dated anyone before. Especially when Lance keeps making snide comments about how he’s sure Keith had girls falling all over him back at the Garrison. He knows it’s okay that he doesn’t have dating experience, he knows it, but Lance’s jabs are really starting to stick with him and he can’t shake it. It gets to the point that Keith kind of has to talk to someone about it or he’s pretty sure he’s going to go crazy.

But who the heck is he going to talk to? Shiro is his usual go-to when he wants life-type advice, but ironically he assumes the same thing about Shiro that Lance assumes about him (this is why we don’t make assumptions about peoples’ love-lives children) so he doesn’t want to admit to Shiro that he’s got no experience. Coran is the other older-sibling/parental/uncle-esque figure on board who might have advice, but while he’s sure Coran would be more than willing to talk to him about it, the idea of talking to the boisterous and very overt Coran about his insecurities gives him the heebie-jeebies. (Sorry, Coran, we still love you.)

But who else? Pidge? Not if he doesn’t want to hand them blackmail for life. Allura? Almost as awkward as Coran. Lance? Obviously Hell. Fucking. No.

But Hunk? Hunk isn’t overwhelming, Hunk doesn’t seem the kind to blab about what he’s heard. Maybe Hunk will hear him out.

So off Keith goes to find Hunk. And hey! Hunk doesn’t happen to have a lot of dating experience either! So, because they’re both kind of in the same boat and maybe a little bit crazy after fighting a space war against an alien empire, they decide, hey, why don’t we date each other and get some practice! Nice!

Cue the sweetest, most tentative dating you’ve ever seen. Hunk notices pretty early on that Keith likes physical affection like hugs and hand holding, but doesn’t know how to ask for them, so he keeps initiating it himself so that Keith will never have to ask. Keith can see that Hunk can sometimes be a little nervous, especially in new situations or when meeting new people, so he often takes the lead and makes sure to heap praise on Hunk whenever he can to keep him calm and let him know that he’s appreciated. Neither of them really feel comfortable with kissing or anything more serious, so they agree to keep it light, but they still call each other their boyfriends and they really enjoy being together. It’s pretty much just cuddling and comforting words and supporting each other when they need it, but that’s exactly what both of them need and want.

They could be so good for each other guys. Just picture it.

anonymous asked:

Prompto and Noctis just knowing that the other two are lovers but they just don't have any evidence to prove it.


Imagine Noct and Prom have spent 10 months trying to convince other friends that Gladnis really is a thing, and nobody believes what they say.

“The chemistry is there, I won’t deny it, but I highly doubt they’re in a formal relationship. We’d know.” Nyx said.

“Gladio and Ignis? Pfft, yeah, sure, also I and a moogle” said Libertus.

“That’s called shipping” Crowe smiles with pride. “I’m fan number one of Gladio/Ignis, but shipping is just fiction, guys. They really can’t be together. That’d be too perfect.”

“Son, listen, I know being in school may draw you into the gossip scheme, but please do not let it consume you, let alone start creating your own, and even worse, about people who work in the royal world” Regis said after Noct threw off a ten-minute speech on how sure he is that they’re together.

“My son and Scientia? They are good friends, but they don’t treat each other enough to consider the possibility of a romance between the two. I think” Clarus says.

“Those two? Yeah, sure. It’s more possible for someone to murder an Astral than that happening” Cor said. 

Nobody believes them. But Prom and Noct are completely sure. The glances they throw at each other, the casual ways they disappear at the same time some days, Gladio stinking of Ignis’ lotion, the way they treat each other out of work time, the stupid plush toy exchange between the two…it’s obvious.

So one day, Noctis rages and goes over to Ignis and interrupts his tutoring, and the prince throws a speech filled of rage and anger at his adviser for twenty minutes. He spends 20 full, entire minutes raging at Ignis about how SURE he and Prompto are that Gladnis is a thing.

Ignis doesn’t move from his spot. He never takes his eyes off Noctis. He only blinks when necessary.

And then, when Noctis goes quiet, Ignis takes a step closer to him. Calmly, in complete silence, he looks at the prince.

“Yes” he says. “Gladio and I are in a relationship. We’ve been together for a year. I love him, and he loves me.  We kiss and cuddle. Also, we were both chaste before each other. So yes, we are in a beautiful, blossoming, healthy relationship covered in sugar and happiness. I’m Gladiolus Amicitia’s boyfriend.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA! i GOT YOU NOW! You said it yourself! I SO am going to tell everyone!”

“Oh, do tell them. Word by word. Tell them what you swear Ignis Scientia said.”

He leans down towards him, until his mouth is at a side of Noctis’ ear.

“They won’t believe you, you little twat.”

Noctis eyes widen. 

Ignis has won.

Originally posted by deez-nocts

To my fellow Shidge shippers

The confirmation of Pidge being 15 and Shiro being 25 can be…disheartening, yes, especially with antis calling us “confirmed” pedophiles n shit.

But guess what?

Shiro and Pidge aren’t real.

What’s the most popular ship in the AoT fandom? Ereri. What’s the age gap? Twice that of Shiro and Pidge.

And if the canon age gap bothers you, there’s nothing wrong with aging up characters, shipping in a timeskip, AU, etc. Because you can do that, because again, they are fictional.

The antis will continue to throw pedophile and gross at you, but don’t let them get to you. Don’t let them throw that “fiction effects reality” bullshit at you. You aren’t bad people. We ship Pidge and Shiro because of his bond to Pidge. Sure it may not be as shown as much as his bond to Keith, but it’s there.

And again, the creators words will always continue to be said. All ships are valid, you are free to ship what you please. Majority of us don’t ship expecting things to be canon in the series anyway. That’s the fun of shipping. Sure, itd be nice for it to canon, but it’s not the staple to keep someone from shipping or not shipping something.

So please, even if the confirmation can be disheartening, don’t let it stop you from shipping something you love, or ship it in a way that will make you comfortable. Because I for one am not gonna stop shipping Shidge anytime soon 💚🖤

You Need a Human On Board

Glitchkey wrote on Reddit:

You should have a human on your ship. Several, if possible. It doesn’t matter if there’s some sort of fundamental incompatibility between species, they can smooth that over.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t like them, you need a human on your ship. Everyone does. Ask any statistician, any logistician, any military official, scientist or mathematician, and they’ll agree: you need a human or several on your ship.

Humans can smooth the incompatibilities, they can make it work. But a ship with a human is statistically more likely to survive than one without. Yes, they’re weak. Yes, they have terrible manners. We’re all aware they’re not the brightest stars in the nebula.

But humans make a ship more likely to survive and thrive. Humans can make anything work. We’ve been trying to figure out how they do it since first contact, but we still don’t know any more now than when we started.

There are too many verifiable stories of ships beyond saving making it to the end of their journey because of human crew members. Patches with no integrity, repairs with no function. As soon as they’re no longer necessary, there is absolutely no evidence showing that they can do what they did. But the ships made it back to berth.

You need a human on board. Somehow, reality bends to their whims, to their unwillingness to simply let things happen. Somehow, a human makes things better.

Some of them call it “luck”. Others call it “jury rigging”. It’s all the same. Humans don’t operate the way we do, and we all benefit from it. What they do is, simply put, not possible.

I’m sure you’ve seen the occasional strange ship at berth. A freighter that somehow limped in missing half their hull, or a fighter that came in with no source of propulsion. A cruiser with no life support, and a living crew.

Humans, all of them. You need a human on your ship because to not have one leaves you vulnerable. Yes, you can still die if you have one. But somehow, they make “hopeless” scenarios shrink into the distance and fade away. The universe itself seems to bend over backwards to please them.

There isn’t any other way to say this. If you have a ship, you need a human on board.

queenc-x  asked:

Top 5 Jackie/Hyde moments xD Original, right? lmao


1. “I think it’s a real waste because I love you!”


Listen, I already did a long ass meta about the kiss after he makes it clear he forgives her and believes her. But let me tell you some more about this moment:

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Lotor’s S/O gets hurt in battle

Request: “Do you have any h/c’s for if Lotor accidentally hurt his S/O? Or just someone he cares about in general? I know it’s unlikely but shit happens in war and I’m honestly craving some Lotor angst”

A/N: i already did being hurt, but im feeling angst too and this hurts my soul, so these are a little more in-depth

  • Lotor made a pledge to himself that he would never let you get hurt, by himself or anyone else
  • When you two spar, he stops before you get hurt (badly), but sometimes you get small scratches or bruises,
    • He still gets ridiculously worried about you
    • “What kind of flowers do you want”
    • “Huh?”
    • “For your funeral”
  • He’s a drama queen
    • “No sparring for a week.”
  • His generals will spar with you, even at the risk of Lotor’s wrath
  • But now he’s the temporary emperor, and you’re in a war
  • He can only protect you to some extent
  • So in the heat of battle, if you get separated(which you often do), he gets a little worried, but trusts you can hold your own
  • The moment he hears you cry out in pain, or call his name, he drops everything
  • He fights his way to you, not caring what happens to him
  • If it’s bad, he calls for his armies to fall back
  • If it isn’t that bad, he sure thinks it is
    • “I can still fight Lotor”
    • “No you can’t. I won’t allow it. Axca, take ___ back to the ship.”
  • If it really isn’t terrible, Axca (or one of his other generals idk) will just kind of let you fight, but will keep an eye on you
  • After the battle, Lotor won’t leave your side
  • He dotes on your every need
  • Somehow he mysteriously knows exactly what you need
    • (I suspect witchcraft)
  • He definitely blames himself
  • Lotor gets too self-assured sometimes, and that arrogance gets people he cares about hurt
  • He just feels so bad for letting you get hurt, and he’ll beat himself up for it
  • Now he’s more devoted, less calculated, acting more on instinct
  • That of course leads to him getting hurt, or losing more battles
  • You’ll have to talk him out of being so reckless, and after some convincing, and kissing, and cuddling, he’s calm enough to formulate some plans that make sense