we have no king

anonymous asked:

Tell me these Druid Shiro theories please??

I LIVE FOR THEORIES okay so. Let’s start with this post by @angst-in-space about Shiro’s hair being white, and then let’s expand on this a bit:

1. As of season 2, we know for a fact that Haggar is Altean. That means we’ve met three Altean characters who have white hair (Haggar, Allura, and King Alfor). All of them can do magic/manipulate quintessence. We also saw a bunch of other Alteans who don’t have white hair, and we know not all Alteans can use magic, so let’s assume that the white hair is a mark of an Altean’s ability to be a druid/use magic/manipulate quintessence/whatever else you wanna call it.

{see - these Alteans don’t have white hair}

2. Any or all of the Paladins could easily be part Altean, considering the Blue Lion was hidden on Earth. The Blue Paladin could easily have been an Altean. Maybe they brought some other Alteans to Earth with them, as intergalactic refugees, and they lived on Earth in secret. Or maybe that one Altean had kids with a human, starting a human-Altean bloodline. Who knows. Whatever: it’s possible and plausible that any of the Paladins could be part Altean, so we have a means by which Shiro could be a descendent of some Altean bloodline, via the Blue Paladin.

3. Now consider this as a possibility:

  • Shiro is part Altean, via the Blue Paladin’s bloodline. He has the ability to manipulate quintessence, but it’s dormant because he’s never been exposed to it. Consequently, his hair is black.
  • Shiro gets kidnapped by the Galra and proves his worth in the gladiator pits. He catches Haggar’s eye, and she decides to experiment on him. For the first time, he’s exposed to quintessence and druid magic.
  • That exposure causes his dormant druid abilities to activate. His hair turns white. Haggar realises that what she has on her hands is a part-Altean druid who doesn’t know his own abilities, and could be manipulated and controlled to work for Zarkon. He quickly becomes her pet project, because she sees the opportunity to turn him into a powerful weapon.
  • Ulaz realises this too, which is why he helps Shiro escape.

4. What’s that, you say? You want proof? Then consider this:

  • In the S1 finale, Haggar says to Shiro: “You could have been our greatest weapon.” This seems like an odd thing to say to a puny human from a tiny backwater planet no one’s ever heard of, unless of course Shiro is actually an Altean Druid and consequently would have been a very powerful weapon indeed.
  • Remember this theory by @vantasticmess that Shiro’s arm had a shock collar function that he somehow overpowered the first time he used it? It’s cool to think that Shiro could break the safety lock on his Galra arm through willpower alone but… what if he could overpower his arm because he can control quintessence? And therefore he can control the arm and make it do whatever he wants. From that point on, he can activate it at will… but also make it do a bunch of different functions - powering tech, melting or cutting metal, blazing purple sparks. Because he’s a druid, fam.
  • So Allura’s a magical Altean/druid and she powers the wormholes, right? But in S1E1 the Blue Lion makes a wormhole back to Arusia all by itself. Who powered it? PROBABLY SHIRO cos he was in the Lion at the time.
  • When the Paladins first arrive at the Castle of Lions, it gives them an “identity scan”. It then leads them straight to Allura. This seems like an odd thing to do - unless the identity scan revealed that Shiro is an Altean and can therefore be trusted.
  • The only way Zarkon can project onto the astral plane is with the help of Haggar’s magic. But Shiro got there all by himself.

5. The coolest thing about this is that it would explain where Shiro went at the end of season 2. We’ve repeatedly seen the Druids teleport away from enemies. Who’s to say Shiro can’t do the same thing? He’s not in the Lion because he instinctively teleported himself out of it when he sensed he was in danger.

{This is Shiro using his druid abilities to control the quintessence in his Galra arm so he can overpower it FIGHT ME FAM DRUID SHIRO 4LYFE}

In short: SHIRO IS AN ALTEAN DRUID WHO CAN DO MAGIC AND MAKE WORMHOLES

“Am I at ninety-four yet?”

Neil asked.

He was not at ninety-four. Ninety-four was the whispered words, “Thank you. You were amazing.” They echoed inside Andrew’s head over and over, like they were an offering, a prayer, a goodbye, like they were pushed out of his body with his dying breath. It was irritating and he was going to bring it up on the bus. He was going to spell it out nice and slow how Neil needed to stop living like he was dying and start living like the exy junkie he was.

Ninety-five was turning around and seeing nothing. Not nothing in the sense that Neil was nothing, but nothing in the sense of panic, of worry, of standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down thinking “Would it hurt if I fell?” The space where Neil should have been filled with emotions that Andrew swore he would never feel again.

Ninety-six was finding his bag. It wasn’t the bag that held his entire life, that was locked away in the Fox Tower, safe. It was the bag that held his future. A future he knew Neil wanted in the way he clutched the key he gave him back in August. A key that was left in the God forsaken bag with Neil nowhere in sight.

For ninety-seven, Kevin was there. The other foxes were there too but the words Kevin formed with his breath passing over his voice box and the movements of his tongue and jaw, were the only things that mattered. Kevin’s mouth moved, sound traveled in vibrations through the air, hit Andrew’s eardrums, and then his hands were around Kevin’s neck. There were lies and half-truths and Andrew hated those. Again not in the sense he hated Neil but in the sense that he hated the word ‘please’ and ‘misunderstanding’. He hated how he didn’t hate Neil because of all the lies. And for that, ninety-seven.

Ninety-eight was the phone call that Neil had been found.

Ninety-nine was walking through the hotel door and seeing him crumple in agony. It was the hissed “Don’t” as he did his best sooth away the pain. It was the eyes that were Nathaniel’s with hints of Neil peeking out behind his irises. It was the look of a man staring helplessly as the executioner readied the guillotine. It was the words “I’m sorry” like he had something to be sorry for. It was his attitude that no matter how beat up he got, remained impeccably intact. And it was the question he still had the gall to ask: “Am I at ninety-four yet?”

“You are at one hundred.”

  • Noah Czerny: *smiles and is happy*
  • Me: my skin is clear, my crops are flourishing, the sun is shining, I have 20/20 vision, I have straight A's, I'm properly hydrated-
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This clip is amazing.

Last week we dived at a magical place on the Cape Horn archipelago. Because there had been virtually no underwater surveys on this remote area, we picked our diving spots haphazardly. Last week we couldn’t have been luckier. We came upon a giant aggregation of the fake king crab Paralomis granulosa. They were in the ground, on top of each other, climbing on the kelp, parachuting from the canopy… like a scene taken off a sci-fi movie.

Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer.


Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone.


Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.

—  Alan Watts, answering a writer’s request for advice

Preach the gospel to your weary heart, daily. When in doubt, when in seasons of sorrow, and when you have nothing left! Speak the truth of God to the parts of your life that need to be resurrected, for when we shine a light the darkness must flee.

Beloved, whatever stage of life we are at, we have but to whisper and the King will listen. Do you not know? He is always present, and our very heartbeat is a delight to Him.

—  T.B. LaBerge // Go Now
Important distinctions

Draco: *slightly tipsy and filled with courage* Oi, Potter! You are an arse!

Harry: Is that right?

Draco: Yep! A complete arse!

All I wanted was to be your friend and now it’s too late because you’re an arse!

We could have been friends! We could have had you over for holidays and been the kings of Slytherin AND be like those two Gryffindors that are always attached at the hip. 

What were their names?

Franny-gain? Finni–

Harry: Finnigan?

Draco: FINNIGAN! Yes, Finnigan and Thomas! We could have been like them!

Harry: You know they’re gay, right?

Draco: Pfft! Don’t be stupid, Potter. They’re just close.

Harry: … Malfoy, they haven’t slept in separate beds since 3rd year….

Draco: …. Oh.

Harry: Yeah….

Draco: I’m…. just gonna go.

Harry: Malfoy?

Draco: Yeah?

Harry: You don’t have to…

Go, I mean.

Draco: I know…. this is my common room after all. You should be the one to go.

Harry: Actually… I think I’ll stay, if it’s alright with you.

Harry: Now about Seamus and Dean….

FIN

So there are the dedicated Josten exy fans who absolutely lose their shit when they find out that Neil has cats. Really ugly cute cats. When bugged enough on Instagram he reveals that their names are Sir and King. Every once in a while he will post a picture with or of them. A few fandom detectives figure out which one is Sir and which one is King. This is like a precious Josten fandom secret. But like all good things, the press find out, latches on, and turns it into a nightmare. Someone thinks it’s a great idea to make the parallel that Neil named his cat King in tribute of the late Riko Moriyama. It starts out as a softball question at some press junket.

Reporter: So Josten, we hear you have some pets. *lots of press room laughter*

Neil, somewhat confused: Yes. We have cats.

Reporter: Then is it true that you named your cat, King, after the late Riko Moriyama. Formerly known as the king of exy.

Neil: ….his name is King Fluffykins.

Reporter: Excuse me-

Neil: King Fluffykins and Sir Fat Cat McCatterson. Some times we let them play with exy balls. Or have them wear tiny exy jerseys. Exy. Which this press conference is supposed to be about unless you want to hear about their favorite kitty litter.

Everyone is so thrown off they don’t even bother asking who “we” is.

(And if they next day Neil posts a picture of Sir and King in tiny Minyard and Josten jerseys, the press knows better than to ask about it.)