Do you have any head canons about the one and only Space Dad (aka Shiro from Voltron)?
Hmmm, he’s hard for me cuz he’s so straightlaced and that doesn’t typically click with me (handsome as he is) BUT I’ll give it a shot!
WELL. The obvious weakness our noble leader has is that he’s part of a team of miscreants, and is very prone to getting swept up in their shenanigans. Like say if there was one incident where Shiro accidentally revealed that his appetite is larger than anyone could’ve assumed, something as incidental as a good meal on the ship that he overindulged in just a bit. He ends up with quite the heft in his belly, but when anyone expresses concern he reassures them that he’s pretty okay.
This stirs up a certain curiosity in the others - namely, just how great IS the Voltron leader’s capacity? Cue everyone wanting to push him (and his belt) to the limit. Each one has their own unique idea. Allura takes him with her to participate in some diplomatic banquet on another planet. Hunk guilt-tripping him into taste-testing his new recipes. Pidge slips some instant food capsules she’s whipped up. (Presuming they’re at a point they can finally return to Earth,) Keith insists on refreshing his tastebuds by treating him to good eatin’ at a Texan steakhouse. Lance suckers him into sitting in at a family meal - keeping in mind he has a large family. And then imagine if all of those happened in short spans after one another, with poor Shiro afforded too little time to recover from each pig-out, completely overwhelmed by everyone’s eagerness to see his typical fortitude ruined by gluttony.
… But I guess that’s more one big scenario than an actual headcanon. And I ain’t deleting it cuz that thought took me a while. So ANYWAY branching from that, I see Shiro as the victim of situations like that, half-willing if at all to be gorging into a food coma. Eating out of his already form-fitting suit is accidental (or forced), leaving him feeling just a liiittle embarrassed. And when he’s finished he’ll be firmly planted in wherever he’s stuck like a bloated tick, desperately needing his packed stomach rubbed for him. Possibly pampered, maybe teased, depending on the person/situation \o/
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Since it is pride month the idea just came to my mind maybe it’s time to talk about this thing. I guess most of you know I am bisexual, but if not than hey I am bi. This is also a kind of coming out and I want to share my story with you. So I am 17 ( for a week yey) and I know my sexuality sure for two years. I always was obsessed with gay things, like this is also known by everybody I guess. So the story starts somewhere there, I was always totally okey with all the lgbtq members, I also had friends who aren’t straight, but when I first realized I am bi, I couldn’t deal with it. And not because of religious things, because I am the most atheist living thing on this earth ( maybe Stephan Hawking is more atheist, at least he does it funnier). I always looked a bit boyish, I have a deeper voice, I don’t use make-up and I have a shorter hair. I also have the kind of problem that not that seeable, but i have mustache. Several times many people said I look like a boy, or they actually thought I am a boy. So when I fell into a girl I was afraid people will think I am lesbian ( what I am not, I had a boyfriend and I also can have crush on boys), or trans or i have no idea what in peoples mind going on. It was known for me that for many people it isn’t clear which word what means. And anyways I haven’t felt myself as an lgbtq people, like I also was into boys. This was a strange feeling, and it is still, don’t belong anywhere, being between the two sexual identity. I only said this to my best friend. Almost a year ago we were talking in the class about lgbt members, and a girl said she thinks bisexual people don’t exist because they are just girls who can’t find a boy themselves, maybe because they are so ugly. A boy said bi girls are probably always cheating on their partners with the other gender. Than they started to speak about that, short haired girls are always lesbians and stuff. At this time I had something with a girl, and I felt myself so bad after this conversation, because I still didn’t come out, I didn’t protect lgtb people in this conversation I was just sitting there and listening to it. But than I started to tell this thing to my friends and they reacted really cute. They even supported my relationship with a girl and this made me so happy. My parents still don’t know about it and also people who aren’t closer friends to me. But I am trying to deal with that, being different is normal and if next time I will have a girlfriend we may could holding hands and kissing in the public as hetero pairs. What I want to say with this story is there is sadly still too many people who doesn’t think bisexuality exists or they don’t know what this is. There is still too many stereotype about things like short haired girls are lesbians, and girls with boyish look are trans etc. I really want people to read about sexuality because this is important.
“Today I feel inclined for the life of ease. It would have to be a very interesting problem to tempt me from my chair. See you, I have affairs of importance of my own to attend to.” “Such as?” “My wardrobe, Hastings. If I mistake not, there is on my new grey suit the spot of grease - only the unique spot, but it is sufficient to trouble me. Then there is my winter overcoat - I must lay him aside in the powder of Keatings. And I think - yes, I think - the moment is ripe for the trimmings of my moustaches – and afterwards I must apply the pomade.” - Agatha Christie, “The Adventure of the Clapham Cook”
That feeling when you’re trying really hard to do exercises and eat some healthy foods so that you’ll get fit, but then your mind is like “Feed me dA CHIpS I can’t take this anymore pls this is hell” and you’re like….okay, I think you’re right, brain, let’s stop this torture
My whole life (’: