Okay but consider this -- there is no new Black Paladin. This would make for a more interesting narrative because 1) they can no longer form Voltron to face the new threat from Lotor, and 2) all of them will have opportunities to show leadership depending on each situation. Their teamwork will strengthen in the absence of Shiro because the paladins were relying on him too much. Now they can flourish as individuals and they'll have to work together without Shiro telling them to, and Allura can still be the team leader, laser the shit out of things with the Castle, and make wormholes because those are kind of important. The paladins would probably look to her for more guidance than they did before, then they slowly learn to be more responsible so she's not overworking herself. There is a lot of Team Bonding and Friendship. At some point Shiro comes back after his mental health vacation and he's very proud of everyone for their character growth and because now they can all support each other better. You don't need to pilot a lion to develop leadership skills. Dreamworks please hire me.
I hope Thedas has self-help books, and I hope one of them is called something like “So You Love a Fereldan, And They Have a Mabari: How to Handle Not Being the Most Important Someone in Your Beloved’s Life”
•Altean lance who doesn’t know he’s altean
•Altean lance who ran away to earth and hid who he was for so long that he forgets who he really is
•Altean lance who, once he finds out who he was, has a hard time transforming back
•its been so long
•how is he supposed to rember what he looked like
•altean lance who cant keep his shapshifting under control after realesing his human form
• he kept himeslf looking human for so long that he kinda… broke
•"haha mama always said ‘if u keep making faces one of these days they are gonna stick’ i guess she was right…“
•now he cant keep himself together
-somedays he has white hair
-somedays its brown
-some times his ears are pointy
-sometimes one ear will be pointy the other will look round
•HIS EYES THO
- "altean” lance’s eyes and “human” lance’s eyes are both blue
- but altean lance’s eyes are so bright they seem to glow
-while human lance’s eyes are so dark they look like an extension of his pupils
-sometimes only one of his eyes will change and it is DISORIENTING for anyone looking at him
-but also… mesmerizing
•Altean Lance who’s looks change with his mood
•altean lance looking in the mirror and being confused every morning by what he see’s.
*whispers* someone write a fic where Derek saves Stiles from a fire even though it’s terrifying for him to do because it reminds him of his family and then Stiles is all surprised and awed by it and Derek realizes that Stiles the secret love of his life almost died and then KISSING
Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”
Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.
You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.
“Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.
You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”
She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”
“Yes.” You grumble.
“Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.
You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.
“Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.
“Leaned against an open oven?”
“With their upper arm?”
She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”
“Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.
Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”
“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.
You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.
Hufflepuff x Hufflepuff friendships: They’re waking up in glorious light, the gentle, tripping peace of the morning. They’re unexpected gestures, food or thoughts or blankets for the cold. They’re compliments, smiles turning skyward, thumbs dragged over soft skin, let me know you get home safe texts. They’re running through flower fields in the spring, hurricane petals fuelling runaway hearts, maps and compasses that always point back to home. They’re pulling you closer, letting you in, trusting you with your barely-there breath on their neck. They’re sun cracked smiles, flowers blooming in the palms of your hands. They’re eyes so soft they could be made of silk, kiss-bitten lips and cheeks made of roses. They’re the first easy breath after years of suffocation, knowing that whatever happens, you’re going to be okay because they’re beside you.
Hufflepuff x Gryffindor friendships: they’re blanket forts with secret passwords, a world built up from nothing. They’re laughter late at night, choked noises when you know you should be silent. They’re back to back, spinning, a wild desire to protect, to love, to have forever, not just today. They’re boxes overflowing with memories: cards and pressed flowers and lipsticks from first kisses you don’t really remember. They’re smiles wider than the sky, promising the universe if it means having each other: the sun, the stars, the flowers, the moon. They’re giddy, excitable, endless, maddening fun; the beauty of innocence embodied in the breath between your lungs. They’re hiding but always being found, secrets neither of you can keep. They’re falling asleep under a mountain of words- dreams and adventures and the promise of a better world tomorrow.
Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw friendships: they’re constellations made by far away stars, places you haven’t visited yet. They’re hiding in empty swimming pools, night spilled fracture lines, light reflected through a broken mirror. They’re staying up too late and waking up too early, weary yawns into knuckles and kisses pressed onto delicate palms. They’re smiles like spun sugar at breakfast, seeing the universe reflected in each other’s eyes, reading poetry from lips shaded pink. They’re gasping breaths when no one else can hear, hiding hurt no one else can see. They’re talking pain into silk, weaving misery into tapestries stained with desperate last words: I love you, I need you, why wasn’t I enough? They’re picking up pieces of each other and examining them, studying them, dusting them off and putting them together again. They’re arm in arm, skipping, dancing to a rhythm neither of you can hear yet. They’re reaching, reaching, stretching across the void, pulling back, pulling in, safe in each other’s arms.
Hufflepuff x Slytherin friendships: they’re knees pulled up to your chest, hushed whispers in the early morning. They’re a hand at the base of your spine, subtle touches, smiles, small and fleeting. They’re silence hanging through water, eyes closed, warm, gentle, calm, safe. They’re slamming books down, lightning cracking the sky, thunder rolling in your breath. They’re losing oxygen, hurricane hearts and lungs swimming with poetry. They’re still, so still, static thought made art on canvas skin. They’re pulling back, helping up, balancing on someone’s shoulders. They’re secret meetings in dusk-hushed corridors, tears when you can’t hold them in. They’re light crossing the sky in the early morning: possibilities pressed gently into the palm of your hand. They’re reaching for someone and knowing that they won’t let go- not unless you tell them to.
Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.
Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts. Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done. Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work. Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted. Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy. Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive. Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes. Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight. Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.
Hey y’all, Abby here with another writing post! Today, we’re going to be talking about culture and how to create one for your world. (Lots of questions today.)
Consider the social hierarchy. Is it based on wealth? Race? Political favor? How complex is it, and can a person easily move through its levels? Do people of higher levels within the society get certain privileges? Can people between different classes marry (if so, what happens to their rank?)? How easy is the system to understand? Can anyone understand it, or is it something that must be studied? Are there common jobs among each class? Are these ranks instituted?
What about government? How complex is that? What form is it? Democracy, republic (there is a difference), monarchy, socialist, communist, totalitarian? (Of course there are more forms than the ones listed here.) Or is it one you created yourself? How does it work? How many people are in charge and how did they get there? What role to the common people play in the government and what is it? Are there often government scandals? If so, are they widely known or kept on the down-low? Is political power more associated with wealth or popularity? What are the most common/popular political opinions? How strongly do people feel about them?
So I’ve been wanting to make a blog with every DAI codex available and organized in a way that makes it easy for writers/lore nerds to navigate quickly.
I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while. It would be slow going because I would have to actually play through the game from the beginning once again and be very meticulous about searching, but I think it would be useful for fic writers, rpers and lore nerds.
The wiki isn’t reliable and doesn’t have every codex entry available so it’d be nice. I would have to come up with a directory that is well organized according to codex topics, play the game again, come up with user friendly tags, search every nook and cranny of southern Thedas, etc.
I think a clean directory sorted by topic would be nice for people who just need quick information if they are writing lore, rp or fanfic. Specific tags and a tag list would also be used. Then you could just go to the elfy shit you need, or the dwarven shit you need, or a specific character, or specific history and on and on.
It’d be a HUGE undertaking, but if people are patient while I gather info it would be worth it. Also, I could have asks/submissions open if people need more info about something or can’t find a particular codex they need.
You know, I have a lot to say about [opening up as an artist], because if you know me very well, I talk quite openly about everything that I’ve been through.
When I wrote ‘If you say so’ on the first album with Sia, which was only a couple of…maybe even weeks after. `Cause, you know, the album was done and then we added that song on to the record. And I loved that song, I would’ve probably talked about it more, but again that was an example of something where I was SO honest with that song and we were very specific with that song. And then when it became time to talking about it, you know for me, it wasn’t so much that I wasn’t ready to talk about it, but what people don’t understand always is, there are so many other people that were a part of this. Family and friends. I have to be respectful of that. So it was a little too soon I feel for me to go out there and be so open.
I wanted to be sure that everything that I put on this record now, I was comfortable with talking about. So I wrote ‘Hey you’ which is the last song on the record. I wrote with Stephen Wrabel and Ali Temposi. And I sat down with them to write a break up song about someone who had terribly broken my heart. Even though we had sentimental memories on the record, which is like also a nice little moment for them, I still felt the need to write some more. And I would sit down to write this break up song and I had a journal of some… I don’t really write songs as much as I write feelings and ideas, but I did have this full song. It was called 'Hey you’. And so we finished this break up song.
First we do the lyrics… first we drink the wine, then we write the lyrics. Then we go and we sit and then we go 'okay, let’s get the music to then go with the lyrics.’ So Stephen sits down, and all of a sudden Wrabel starts to play -hums melody from 'Hey you’- and I go: ’ that sounds like… it sounds like something falling from heaven.’ So I said that would be a really good background for this little song I wrote called 'Hey you’ and next thing you know -within, I think, 30 minutes- we had the song completed.
I wanted to write a song about losing someone that wasn’t necessarily some heartbreaking, horrible, sad song. I wanted to write a song that was beautiful. That was about 'If you had 5 minutes to see someone again you lost, what would you say to them?’ And when I’ve stopped to think about it, whereas you maybe think that you would say everything that you were upset about or everything that you…if you had questions… you probably wouldn’t. You probably would just look at them and say 'hi! How are you? Oh my God.’ Like, it would probably not be that… for me it just felt like it would…it would be much more simple than that. And so I love this song, and it’s so special to me and I think everyone wants it to be some dramatic story but it’s just not.
I’m very proud of it. Probably cause I like you [Larry Flick] so much and when you handle things with respect and class in an interview, people would be surprised how much more people are willing to open up. As the publicist sits here and sweats. But you know, it is something I’m proud of and I probably won’t talk about it ALL the time, but you know, I love the song that I wrote.
- Lea Michele on ‘If you say so’ and ‘Hey you’ (x)
The women: Badass women who need no men to save them. They’re often the heroes, and have saved the lives of the men on the show more than once. They also have a strong friendship with each other. There is no rivalry or jealousy.
Diversity: It’s not only racial diversity, but every character has a different background and personality.
The fandom: There’s not a lot of hate and toxic, people keep to their own tags (for the most part). There is a lot of great fan art, metas, manips, fanfiction, videos…ect. Also, it is a pretty big fandom, and there is more or less a community for each ship and character.
Every character has their own arc and storyline alongside the main storyline, and they change a lot over the seasons. Instead of their traumas being ignored, they’re dealt with, and they change the characters.
The cast is amazing? Honestly? Cast goals?
A lot of surprises and twists and turns
Has references and ties to the Marvel movies
The show gets better by the seasons (and s4 is the best season so far)