what is this ship called too


Lance immediately vows to never hit on Allura ever again.  

This is my own design of Lotor I have absolutely no idea what he’ll look like in the next season for all I know he’ll have 5 arms and a head 3 sizes too big for his body~


Windows to the Soul - Shiro x Reader

Prompt: Do you think you could write a Shiro imagine where he’s still having trouble remembering everything that happened on the Galra ship until he remembers a girl (the reader) that was captured with him and remembers having feeling of strong emotions around her, though he isn’t sure what kind of emotions those are until they attack a Galra ship (the one with her on it) and sees her again. Thanks! (You can decide what those feelings were ;)


That’s all that Shiro can remember of you.

Bright, beautiful eyes that always seemed to look at him with a degree of warmth no matter how dire the situation was. Those eyes haunted him at night. When Shiro was able to fall asleep he dreamed of those warm gentle eyes. He didn’t know where he knew them from but all he knew was that they felt all too familiar. You eyes called out to him in his dreams but it bothered him that he couldn’t remember anything else about you.

Subconsciously, Shiro was always searching for those eyes on his journeys through space but his search always came up empty. It wasn’t until he saw your eyes in a recently liberated Galra work outpost that he was flooded with memories.

“[Y/N].” He breathed. He wasn’t sure how he knew that name but all he knew was just how natural it felt leaving his lips. You looked up at him when he said your name. His eyes immediately fixated on yours as they transformed from defeated and lifeless to the warm sparkling eyes he was somehow intimately familiar with.

“Shiro? You came back for me!” You cried, throwing your arms around his neck. The force of your embrace knocked you both to the ground. You grabbed Shiro’s face and peppered him with quick kisses.

“I said I would wouldn’t I?” He replied, visions of you being pulled away as he was thrown into his cell with the other gladiators. His foggy memory remembers calling out to you vowing that he would find you again, no matter what. The last image he had of you was your mournful but yet still fiercely determined eyes.

“After all this time I thought for sure …” You trailed off, not able to voice the rest of your dark thought.

“I’m here now. You’re safe.” Shiro reassured, gently smoothing down your hair. He desperately roamed his eyes across every inch of your face to memorize every line and curve. He never wanted to forget you ever again.

“Are we going home, Shiro?” You asked, breaking him out of his concentration.

“Not quite yet, but soon. I promise.” Shiro promised. Shiro pulled the two of you to your feet and held his hand out to you invitingly. “Come with me, [Y/N]. There are some people I’d like for you to meet.”

You took his hand and never looked back.

anonymous asked:

Do you still like Saphael? Because I've seen a lot of hate in the tag and many people calling it toxic and unhealthy, so what's your opinion?

I mean yeah I do still ship them but I dont see how that affects anyone lol theyd be a nice couple since I feel like they have great chemistry but also like this is all fiction none of it is real lol lets just tone this whole intense vibe down a little

Lets talk about incest, since apparently there’s people in this fandom who are too dumb to understand what it is. 

What IS Incest: 

  • Romantic!Alec/Izzy 
  • Clary/Sebastian

What ISN’T incest: 

  • Clary/Jace
  • Jace/Alec
  • Jace/Izzy

I’m seriously about ready to go into the jimon tag and see how they like their ship called abusive or about how no one recognizes how toxic they are and that all the shippers are white (WTF??? Why is this even a thing?? There hasn’t been a census on who ships what and has zero relevancy.) and don’t give two shots about the other characters (Excuse me but I happen to love Izzy despite her problems with disrespecting downworlders and papa Luke and my glittery badass Magnus Bane and kickass cinnamon roll Lydia, and big bro Alec). Hell I’d even ask you guys to be anons talking about how shitty it is to see how they like it considering their anons are probably the same 2 people. Unfortunately, I’m not a dick and like Raphael doesn’t want to stoop to Camille’s level, I don’t want to stoop to these shitty antis’ level. They’d better hope my morals hold out over their shitty behavior.

cafeleningrad  asked:

I don't get why Sheith should be problematic. Keith is assumably 18 years old, Shiro assumably 22 to 23 years old. So what is the problem, except for the majority of Voltron fans perfereing Klance (because of water vs fire, and "the bounding moment.. I mean, people ship the hell out of Shiro/Matt before the realese of Season 2 when there was no obvious interaction between the two of them)

Antis DECIDED out of thin air that Keith was 16 and Shiro 25, despite the staff repeatedly stating that they didn’t have such an age gap and that Keith is in his late teens and calling Shiro a teenager too.

If you ask me, when I watched the series the first time I thought automatically that Keith was between 19 and 21 and Shiro 22-23 tops. Because that is also how they are drawn, the only one drawn visibly as a teen is Pidge, Lance and Hunk were also officially said to be 19 and 18. So, I mean, it seems natural for Keith to be MINIMUM 19 if not older. 

Not to add this stuff depends a lot on country to country and there are age gap relationships without any abuse and same age relationships filled with abuse, so antis just twist stuff as it is useful for them. =_=“

Like, I can see the appeal of both Sheith and Klance and if the fandom were normal, I would have probably wrote fanfics for both ships, I used to like Lance way more but all this policing and yelling is starting to “poison” the character for me :(  

There is really toxic people around who needs to feel morally superior due to what they ship, as if shipping in any way influenced how good someone is or as if it deleted all the death threats, suicide baiting and doxxing they did to csa victims.


Anya lives, hangs around Raven in Arkadia till she recovers from the non-fatal gunshot wound and is a distraction and safety hazard - Let Raven put the soldering iron away first ffs, someones going to get hurt DX

That moment when you promise yourself that...

you wont ship a Stork and a human and have another inter species ship in your list.  

But then you realise





SHIPS    IT    HARD !!

R E A L L Y      H A R D      !!!

I swear to God! I wasn’t planning on shipping this even though I have been a huge sucker for inter species ships bUT SERIOUSLY….THE ENTIRE MOVIE…..JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU SHIP THEM NO MATTER WHAT. IT WAS JUST WEIRDLY BEAUTIFUL!!

BONUS! (Junior confessing-….ish scene)

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The Stages Of The Phandom

- Holy fuck Dan’s really hot I must marry him.

- Wait Phil’s hot too what treachery is this

- Maybe they would be better together…

- Oh my flippin jesus I ship it so hard


- What is this thing called phanfiction

- What is this thing called smut


- I am Phan trash

- I accept that Dan and Phil love each other, whether it is romantically or platonically. 


My future husband says whaaaaat hahaha :’D

SORRY NOT SORRY, you guys wanted more D.VA and Lucio ship so I DID IT hahaha

This joke was too perfect not be done, I even woke up in the middle of the night and wrote it on my iPad so that I didn’t forget about it the next day LOL

Since this ship is now kinda popular I guess it should have a name. I always called them Frog & Rabbit (like Tiger & Rabbit) but someone on Know Your Meme suggested we call this “Bunnyribbit” and I think it’s kinda cute. What do you think? :)

I hope you like this! :D

Art © Blueem

Overwatch © Blizzard

BTS ideal type vs what they need


he needs that loud girl who say the best jokes ever. the girl is the center of attention due to here stories. always the type to hug you first. No matter what. She’s always out to have fun. Oh we’re going grocery shopping, why not do this and make it more fun? Oh we’re cooking dinner? lets make dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. Basically the full on fun package kid. But you know what gets to him? every time she sweetly calls him “Tae oppa” something flutters in his heart. She’d be the type to always hang around in sun dresses or huge sweaters, skin ship is her thing by the way.

  1. Looks
  • Not too small. maybe 163 to 168 ish
  • A little tanned. Goes, this boy has a natural curiosity and you’d just drag him towards you.
  • Doesn’t matter whether you have long or short hair, he just wants to twirl it in his fingers.

    2.  Personality

  • Very childish
  • Someone who’s loud
  • A 4D human being!!!!!!
  • Someone who can find the positivity in everything.
  • Sweet!!!!
  • Kind!!!!!!
  • they type to love kids

Originally posted by kths

Even though this all good, its incomplete. Yes he needs someone childish, but at the same time he needs someone who can take care of him. Not someone completely laidback you know. And yes, the skin ship is a major part, but so is the video games and the countess pranks. He needs a friend more than he needs a girlfriend. He needs to be able to lean his head on your shoulder and just calmly talk  about his day. And as tempting as chicken nuggets sound, if you’re a good baker, that’s one more thing for the both of you to do together. In all honesty, he’d probably mess up, but that’s why you’d be there to help him fix all his mistakes.

  1. Looks
  • Not super small… 163 to 168 ishhh..
  • Listen he needs some chubby chubby to poke okkk
  • You know what’d he love the most?? the bright colors of your hair. Like one day you came home and you had red hair, the next week you have a blue ombre?? he’d love to just stand there and admire these beautiful colors.

     2.  Personality

  • Sweet, caring, motherly But not soooo much. More in a friendly way.
  • Really really really childish
  • Hyperactive kid squad
  • Thoughtful and mature
  • gamer, even if not a hardcore one
  • Pranking DUO!!
  • Not necessarily smart, but more so clever (for all those pranks to be planned)
  • Animal lover. (Soonhim is just adorable ok??)
  • A good kisser. **ahem** **coughs** who said that?? **coughs**
Originally posted by jeonthegreat

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What if the Generation of Miracles were Santa?
Kagami: *snore*

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I wonder if Stiles ever thinks about Derek. Thinks about calling him and asking how he’s doing. Thinks about where he may be in the world right now, what he may be doing with Cora, if he has a job or if he’s living in a proper apartment without a hole in the wall. I wonder if he ever smiles at the thought of Derek being better now, doing better for himself and finally being happy.

I wonder if Derek ever thinks about Stiles. Thinks about checking up on him even knowing that he doesn’t need it because he’s Stiles. Wonders if Stiles is keeping up with the supernatural, if he’s still smart and doing well in school, he’s safe, if he’s still taking care of the Sheriff. I wonder if he ever smiles at the thought of Stiles getting through all of this, Stiles who isn’t so skinny and defenseless anymore, coming out of the madness of Beacon Hills alive and well, with a bright future ahead.

anonymous asked:

What if Cal started calling Mare lightning bug and Mare started calling him fire babe?


“It’s too hot.” I grumbled as I wiggled out of his arms, kicking him in the knee in the process. He grunted and then replied with an equally sleepy murmur, “I can’t help it, it just happens when I sleep.”

“I’m putting you in the damn ice freezer before bed then, and you’re staying there until you cool down to a normal temperature.” I said as I managed to untangle myself from his arms and sit up on the edge of the bed. I wasn’t lying either. It was freaking hot in that bed, too hot in fact. My shirt was sticking to my back with sweat from where his chest had been pressed against it. To top off the whole thing, beads of sweat were running down from my hairline and into my eyes.

 He sighed at my comment, massaging his eyes with his fingers tips. He then rolled onto his back before saying something that was muffled by his palms. I flipped around, and glared at him over my shoulder, spitting, “What did you just say?”

“I said, ‘it wouldn’t do much good’. I can’t control what temperature I am when I sleep.”

“Well then for God’s sake Cal, don’t sleep! You’ll kill me in the middle of the night when you give me heat stroke.” I said as I climbed out of the bed, yanking most of the blankets off of him and dragging them across the room where it was much cooler. He groaned at that, and said, “Are you serious- Mare, give back the damn blankets!”

“NO! You’re your own personal heat blanket buddy.” I argued as I threw them on the ground in a makeshift little nest, and kneaded them out with my feet until they were somewhat comfortable. He propped himself up on his elbow to watch this, and then raising his brow, he said, “Fine, but you’re forgetting something.” 

I glanced back at him and then walked back over to the bed, trying to decipher what he was expecting. He gave me that grin then. The one he knew had charmed me into multiple storage closets before meetings, and that almost made us late on too many occasions. I raised my brow at it, and leaning down I slid my hand underneath the pillow, lifting it and his head at the same time. His grin melted slowly as he went to close the space between us then, and I smirked as I yanked the pillow out from underneath him. 

He yelped as his head hit the stone hard mattress, and I almost skipped back to my little nest of blankets, a grin of triumph on my lips. Throwing him that grin over my shoulder then, I said, “You’re right I forgot the pillow.”

He narrowed his eyes, and spread out across the mattress saying, “Fine, I’ll have the bed all to myself.”

I rolled my eyes as I settled down into my blankets and tried to close my eyes and sleep again. 


I woke shivering, my entire body stiff with cold as I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Two in the morning. I hissed then, and tried to curl up more in my sheets to get warm, they were useless against the icy cold that slipped underneath the door though. I would be a popsicle by morning if I continued laying here. 

With a grumble then, I grabbed the thinnest sheet, and the pillow, and trudged back to the bed. Cal was still strewn across it, face down at this point though, his hair a wild mess. I frowned when I saw the lack of space, and then nudged his arm with my pillow whispering, “Cal?”

He grunted, and then murmured, “What?”

“It’s cold.” 

It was quiet for a moment until he said, “Well for God’s sake then Mare, get in the bed.” 

I smiled weakly as he scooted over and made room again. I slipped onto the mattress and tossed the blanket over the two of us. It settled down in a massive clump near my feet though and I growled before kicking it away in frustration. He chuckled softly then, and I glared at him in the dark before wiggling underneath his arm and rolling so that my back was pressed against his chest again. His chin came to rest near my neck and his lips were pressed softly into my shoulder as he whispered, “Are you planning to do this again tomorrow night? It’s getting old now, after five nights, my little lightning bug.”

My face burned at the nickname, not with shame or embarrassment, but withheld laughter at the little endearment he had come up with. I would never, ever let him know that I liked it though, ever. It was too embarrassing, honestly. It sounded like something he would have called one of the little new bloods. So I pretend to snort in annoyance at the name, and replied with my own little mocking one, “I plan to do it for as long as it takes you to fix this problem, my fire babe.”

He stilled at the new one that I had come up with, and for a moment the silence pressed on both of us. After a few heartbeats though, he threw his head back and roared with laughter. He couldn’t stop either, and he continued laughing for a solid few minutes, burying his face in my hair to try and stifle the sound.

 I couldn’t figure out whether it was worse that he was laughing at it because he enjoyed the name, or because he thought it was idiotic. Either way, it made me chuckle. Eventually though, the two of us where laughing so hard, someone in the barrack room next to ours banged on the wall, shouting through the metal for us to shut up. 

anonymous asked:

Hi do you know any clothing stores where I could find tumblr-inspired clothes, if that makes sense? I'm going to this music festival (not Coachella tho, ha I wish!) and I really wanna look nice xx

Hey there! I know of two online stores that seriously fits with what you’re looking for! They are called SheIn and Romwe 😍😍😍

They have art and aesthetic-inspired shirts as low as 10$, denim and bomber jackets, boho/beach dresses, and many more. They’re always on sale too and they offer free shipping to US and to orders over 30-50$ worldwide. Let me know if you need any advice on your outfit or which stuff to buy, I’ll happily help! ❤