universe to the eye

anonymous asked:

I want Jasper's bubble to be accidentally popped and for her redemption arc (in her corrupted state) to start like that with Steven being kind to her while in a sort of animal-state and she remembers his kindness if she becomes uncorrupted.

That would probably hit us right in the feels, anon 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭

insolasidera  asked:

// shiro's safety or voltron?

There is no choice.” 

The answer is instinctive, immediate despite himself. Every fibre of his being alight and engaged. Ready. There is nowhere Keith wouldn’t go, no place he wouldn’t try and follow - no. Not try, would. Whatever obstacle put in his way, Keith would charge relentlessly through it time and time again for the universe. His universe. But also, for the universe. There is nothing he wouldn’t do. Damn this. Eyes pressed shut, Keith steels himself.

“I’m a paladin of Voltron, a defender of the universe.” Keith states, eyes blazing with a challenge that shouldn’t be there but is. Almost as if he’s challenging himself, his own words and the dark thoughts climbing further into his mind. There’s a slight tremor between each breath, a fault-line that stretches down his spine splitting him open. Far too open, allowing all sorts of things to crawl in. But worse, things pour out. Rattling bones, a telling sign that foundations being shaken by the thought of this choice alone. It spreads to his hands, stance momentarily crumpling. Fists clench and then uncharacteristically unclench. A repeated cycle of gestures so very much devoid of any real purpose. 

I’m just thinking like a Paladin- no you’re just thinking of yourself.

Keith knows, knows that what they’re out here to do is bigger than any person, than any of them. He knows what Shiro would say, he knows what he would want Shiro to do in this position. But Keith is not Shiro, and Shiro is not in this position. Keith isn’t even in this situation currently. However, the jarring grim reminder that he could be is too much. Sharpened eyes, brow furrowed. Teeth grit. Step forwards, hands thrown out. You’re putting the lives of two people over the lives of everyone else in the entire galaxy! That’s what Keith said. That’s what he believes and yet right now when that is being put to the test-

“-Without Shiro, it’s… we can’t even form Voltron!” He rationalises, but it isn’t that at all. Composure crumbles in a burst of fiery insistence. The underlying truth unravelling further, offset against the choices he’s made. The greater good set against the greatest good in his life. A beacon for the universe, and the fundamental anchor for his very existence. “We need Shiro in order to make Voltron happen, so there isn’t even a choice to make in the first place because we need Shiro - he’s the black paladin.” 

I need Shiro. There’s something pressing and desperate - your friend desperately wants to see you - about the words torn from his burning throat. Keith isn’t one to dance around words he doesn’t believe in, to waste them or offer something without purpose. And whilst what he’s saying is truth, it’s directly avoiding the pinnacle moment that is approaching and cannot be avoided.

A choice. 

Nothing’s going to happen to you. 

The choice. The one he’s already made the moment it even became a possibility I’m all in - because-

“-There is no choice.” Keith repeats sharply, a bite to his voice that somehow softens everything. It breaks the phrase in the most fragile places, letting slip the raw intensity streaming through him. 

“Whatever it takes,” 

“Shiro.” 

Y’know, I really enjoy the concept of Clark Kent.

Like, minus the whole superman aspect.

because, like, okay I can buy that maybe he can disguise himself well enough to hide the fact that he’s superman, but i doubt any amount of slouching and glasses wearing can truly disguise that he’s a very tall EXTREMELY muscular man with a jawline that can cut glass.

So basically this newspaper office has this guy who looks like a weightlifter/supermodel just hanging around but he wears glasses and acts like a huge nerd and everyone just goes with it???

Like “Oh yeah, that’s Clark. No no he works here. Oh no don’t bother being intimidated by him, talk to him for five minutes and he’ll devolve into a lecture on proper tractor maintenance. We like Clark.”

 I wonder if the ladies in the office ever drag him with them to bars so they don’t have to worry about creeps trying to harass them like “back off creeps our friend here is 6′4″ and grew up chucking hay bales” 
And then it’s funny because (as far as they know) Clark is like, the meekest lil nerd around. (He don’t look it though!!!!)

It’s just incredible to me that Clark Kent can pull off being a quiet harmless dork while still looking like, well, superman. 

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