There is something missing not only from Voltron but was also missing from the legend of Korra, and this thing was a very big chunk of Avatar: The Last Airbender.

The writers in Voltron have made their characters more or less stuck unless they need something. In Avatar, the point was the journey. This led to wonderful character development for the most part all around because different episodes had different places for each of the characters to get their development from. Not all of it was about Aang, because Katara, Sokka, Toph, and even Zuko, when he wasn’t a part of the main group, got development, and flashbacks. You got to understand them and love them that much more, because they were interesting and the aspects that made them that way was apparent.

Having the journey also allowed for different characters’ dynamics with each other be explored, and in Avatar that’s even called to attention with Toph’s: “Everyone’s got to go on a life changing adventure with Zuko, now it’s my turn!”

But in Voltron, the paladins are stuck at the castle, and there hasn’t been much room for these developments and flashbacks to be explored. The closest the writers have gotten is when Hunk and Coran go to the Balmera, Lance and Hunk in “The Depths”, Shiro and Keith in “Blade of Marmora”, and Hunk and Keith in “Belly of the Weblum”. The only flashbacks we’ve gotten are Allura’s, Shiro’s, Pidge’s, and Keith’s, leaving Hunk and Lance completely out of the equation. These flashbacks, like Zuko’s in Avatar, are what make the characters more relatable. We felt bad for Zuko, because he really wasn’t being evil to be evil, his family had hurt him. We felt bad for Azula too. And Katara, and Sokka. Toph almost didn’t need flashbacks because we saw where she came from and how she ended up with us.

But the Voltron crew has left two of the characters with barely anything, save for one snippet of a photo of his family and some reminiscing. The other one has really only gotten food after season one.

Now, don’t get my wrong! I really do love Voltron. But what I’m hoping to see Shiro’s disappearance brings is the journey aspect of Avatar over to Voltron as they look for him. Because this leads to possibilities for the team splitting up, situations where flashbacks are being explored, and characters traits being more overtly developed.

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Sister!Winchester takes care of her big brothers

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- One of your greatest concerns, if not the greatest, is your brothers’ mental and physical health. 

- Not because you have to, because you want to. Because, you love them. 

- So, you always keep an eye on them. Just ask them how they’re feeling and if they want to talk. 

- For as long as you’ve been able too, your job has been to patch them up. It was John who gave you the orders.

- Therefore, you waited up every single time they went on a hunt, the first aid kit at hand.

- This leading to you seeing a few, pretty gruesome sights; your brothers bloody and severally hurt. 

- It was traumatizing but it added to the desire to always take care of them.

- And realizing that they aren’t invincible.

- So you just take every chance you get to take care of them. 

- “Do you want to talk about it, Sammy?”

- “I’m here if you need someone to listen, Dean.”

- “Do you need help with that?”

- “I can stitch that up for you.”

- Them telling you that it’s okay, you don’t need take care of them all the time.

- You responding that it’s because you want to.

- Them calling you their guardian angel. (It happened more often before you all found out that many angels are actually douchebags.)

- You always reminding them to be more careful with themselves. Because they’re all you got and you love them. 

- Them telling you that they love you too.

Storyteller (Philip x Reader)

Just a little idea I thought of while I was supposed to be reading a book for english. Also, I love Jordan Fisher, so he’s who I’m am picturing while writing this, but please feel free to read it as whichever person you want it to be! :) I’m sorry for all the changes between past and present tense, it’s harder for me to write in second person. :/

Prompt list//Request Something

requested: no

Warnings: angsty poems that I wrote, but ends with cute fluff

Summary: Philip has a way with words, which attracted the reader to him. His blinding brilliance leaves the reader amazed and in love. The reader thinks he doesn’t feel the same, but Philip changes that the only way he knows how-through his poetry. 

words: 3072

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You had always been an avid reader, to say the least. You were constantly searching for a new book or story to immerse yourself in. You were also a writer, but you only wrote stories so that there would be more things for people to read.

That’s why you were drawn to Philip. He was like you, a reader and writer with so much love for the written word. He was in your creative writing class, and his works were so genuine and raw. The way he wrote drew you in, and you found yourself befriending the boy.

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I can’t deny it anymore (Part 1) Tom Cavanagh/Harrison Wells x OC Reader

Prompt: Could you write a one-shot where you play a character that has heaps of tension/chemistry with Harrison Wells, but behind the scenes you and Tom also have tension/chemistry and the rest of the cast are basically pleading for you both to just hurry up and make a move, but you’re both certain the other doesn’t feel the same? Thank you!! 
A/N: I have another request in my inbox that’s pretty similar to this so I’ve decided to do this one as two parts - this being the first and then the other will be a continuation (obviously) I hope you like it anon! 

“He really likes you, you know Y/N” Grant was standing behind you
“What?” You asked, you hadn’t heard what he said properly because you were staring again. Grant gestured for you to budge up so he could sit down on the bench next to you.
“Look, you’re staring at him again!” He couldn’t help but laugh.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you insisted, however your bright red face gave you away. Grant raised an eyebrow. Damnit you thought, screwing up your face.“Just tell him how you feel” Grant smiled at you.
“You’re right, this is stupid!” You stood up and started walking over to the set. Okay Y/N, you can do this, it’s easy just go over there and tell him how you feel. Tom, I really like you, I know you probably don’t feel the same way but I can’t deny it any longer- you cut yourself off, stopped walking and ran back to the bench where Grant was waiting for you.

“Nope! I can’t do it” you plonked yourself back down on the bench next to Grant. He put a reassuring arm around you and you rested your head on his shoulder while he told you that everything was going to work out and that he was SURE Tom felt the same way.Your eyes were shut, holding in the tears so you hadn’t realised what the rest of the cast were doing. 

Danielle and Candice were trying to attract Tom’s attention so that he would look up. Grant kept his arm around you and gave them a ‘thumbs up’. Tom looked up at them from his script. “What are you doing, I’m trying to learn my lines?” 
“We just-”
Neither of them had an answer, they slowly backed away from each other, opening up Tom’s vision, allowing him to see you sat on the bench across the set, Grant with his arm around you and you with your head resting on his shoulder. Once he spotted you, his heart sank. Shit. “Look, girls I really need to learn these lines”
“Okay” Danielle replied. “See you on set later”
“Yeah, bye guys” he waved as they left, not realising that they waited just out of sight to see what he was going to do. Learning his lines, yeah right, he was staring at you and Grant. He stood up and started pacing around in a circle. “Idiot” he cursed himself under his breath before he started walking over to where you were sat. 

Grant’s phone buzzed, Candice had texted him the word “emergency.”
“Oh shit, I’m needed on set” he said releasing you from his hold. “If you need anything, anything at all, I’m here for you” he smiled and planted a soft kiss on the top of your head before heading off.

“Well you two looked cosy” you recognised his voice instantly.
“Oh, erm” you looked up quickly, wiping away the tear that had just leaked out of your eye.
“Everyone seems to be saying ‘erm’ a lot today” he laughed, making you laugh. “Are you alright Y/N?” He looked at you with concern in his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s nothing” you smiled at him.
“Are you sure?”
“Promise” you replied.
“So, you and Grant huh?”
“What? No!” You replied almost too quickly. “There’s nothing going on between me and Grant” you couldn’t help but smile, he was jealous and you could see it!“Good” he replied. “Anyway, I came over to ask if you wanted to run lines for our scene later?”
“Sure, I haven’t had the chance to read through the script changes yet”
“Great!” He pulled his script out of his back pocket and unrolled it.

While you were running lines, you couldn’t help but smile while he was speaking to your character. 
“Fuck” he slammed the script down on the bench. “I can’t do this anymore”
“Do wh-“ he cut you off, placing his hands on your cheeks and his soft lips on yours.
After he pulled away, he looked right into your eyes and said “deny my feelings. I don’t know if it’s just because my Harrison Wells is in love with your character or not but I’ve fallen for you Y/N” 
“I feel the same way, I just didn’t know how to say it and I didn’t think you would…” your voice trailed off, he was smiling at you and shaking his head. 

You heard a chorus of “yes!” and “finally!” coming from where the various cast members in on the plot were stood, keeping an eye on you both. Looking over you saw the joy in their faces. “Children” Tom huffed playfully. “Mm” you agreed, “but you’ve got to love them” Tom put his arm around you and the two of you sat there laughing and talking about how you wished this had happened sooner until you were called on to set.

A/N: Part two is here!

davidmont  asked:

You've got a beautiful blog and I'm so happy to see your pics, they look so amazing, i mean the form they look, the effects you add and the text you write, you've got talents and i love them 💘 😻😇

This made my morning, with a bit of added fangirling! Not only is the message sweet and precious, and I thank you so very much for the compliments; but I also remember your blog from my very old simblr years ago (before I sleepily deleted the whole blog one late night by accident lol) !

I always loved seeing Dan’s daily antics so much, and of course your downloads still live in my Sims 3 cc folder! So, when I saw your name in a comment elsewhere yesterday, it was an immediate follow for me! ♥♥♥

White Robe Grooms

Andy Biersack Imagine

You are a rock star in a band that used to be a BVB cover band, but now you are making a name for yourself as a real band, but BVB, Andy in particular, isn’t very appreciative of that.

(Y/N) - Your Name

(Y/S/N) - Your Ship Name (Make a ship name for you and Andy)


The roaring of another crowd soothed your tortured soul. No matter what had happened, no matter what you’d been through, you could come here, to a stage lined with screaming fans, and know that none of it mattered, because they wanted you.

They were chanting your name, your bands name really, but you identified as much with the title as you did the name you were given at birth. It was the sweetest kind of music, and as the beginning of “Never Give In” played you ran out on stage.

You’d started as an all-girl cover band of your rock idols, Black Veil Brides. None of the five of you had intended for it to go anywhere big, you just wanted to play few gigs and bring your own flavor to a beautiful set, but it had become so much more.

Over the years you’d begun writing songs, as well as doing covers, until you weren’t really a cover band anymore. The shows you played got bigger and bigger, and people actually wanted to see you preform. It was a surreal moment when you and your girls got together and said, to hell with it, and went for a music career. It wasn’t easy, and it was a long road to get here, but it was all worth it to hear the fans begging for your personal brand of rebellion.

“White Robe Grooms!”

“White Robe Grooms!”

“White Robe Grooms!”

You regretted not changing the name a little bit, but it was a part of who you were at this point, you didn’t want to change it.

As you came onto the stage and began to sing the crowd began to roar with excitement. Yes, this was it, this was the rush that you loved.

You began singing, and, just like you knew they would, they sang every word along with you. It was a tradition of yours to begin every concert with a cover to keep true to your roots, and which one it would be was always a surprise. You loved the surge of energy and nostalgia you got hearing them all love you for being a cover band, and couldn’t keep away a wicked grin when they loved you even more for doing you own thing.

By the time the concert was over you were drenched in sweat, and ready for a shower, and a long night’s sleep, but not likely to receive either. The girls were all excited about your upcoming interview with Bryan Stars, and the very distinct possibility that they were going to get to meet their idols. You weren’t sure you wanted to meet them though. You were almost positive that they wouldn’t be as good in the flesh as they were in your head, people rarely were, but you would think about that tomorrow, there was always the off chance that Bryan had a different kind of “Special Guest” lined up. But then again, that wasn’t very likely at all, was it, who else could it possibly be?

“Well, I’m ready to get out of here.” Your pink haired drummer ,Collette, laughed, wiping the sweat off of her brow.

“Yeah, me too.” Your clad in black pianist/ guitarist, Eve, affirmed. The five of you had a pretty in punk look, as you’d deemed it, wearing small specks of pink here and there, expect for Eve, who hated pink and refused to have anything to do with the color. You had made your mark on the world of rock, and while not everyone appreciated it, it was your mark, and you had made it, and you were proud of it.

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Boyfriend Series - GOT7: Jackson

- You will be treated like a fucking queen/king by him

- You can expect that

- Spoils the crap out of you

- Massages your back, hands, or feet if any of them were in pain

- Random gifts scattered across the house for you to find

- Texts to see if you were okay or wanted anything

- Calls whenever he’s out of the country just so he can hear your voice

- Hugs you and doesn’t let you go 

- Says he loves you all the time

- Like you’ll fall asleep to him telling you that

- And probably wake up to it too

- Giddy and excited reactions whenever you got excited to see them 

- Loves to see you dance and sing/rap along with his parts

- Pretends to find something wrong with it and teach the correct way just to spend extra time with you before he has to go

- Always rests his head on your lap

- Keeps a hand on or an arm around you at all times

- Gets excited when he sees you asleep with your hair a-mess and your mouth half a gape

- He thinks that’s when you’re the most beautiful because it’s your natural state

- Loves seeing you in general and having you around him

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- Admin Sunshine

anonymous asked:

Did you use PSD's on these /post/161258335397 If so can you please tell me where you got them? I love the colors.

Thanks! I created those psds myself, but I made them available for download! 

You can find the pink one here and the purple one here.

You’ll probably have to tweak them to get them to work well with different color gifs, and for the gifs of jyn, rey, and anakin I only applied the fill color to the background, not the characters :)

applepiips  asked:

1. YOUR CHEEKS. <3 I dont man, I love seeing your face. You literally look like the cutest ball of sunshine. 2. I love that you give all your fave character their own tags. There's something so exuberant about that. Like no matter how long ago the show got over, you still love them and think of them fondly and that is the cutest!! <3 <3

well my cheeks currently pinch cause i’m smiling so damn hard. thank you!!

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please fuel my ego and tell me what your favorite thing about me is or send me a 🌠 and i’ll tell you three things i associate you with 


Thanks again to everyone who read When the day met the Night! I’m so grateful for all the lovely comments and I’m happy you got to love them as much as I did. I might give you a little peek into their future one day but for now hope you enjoy the new story!! Love you all 😘😘😘

Pictures || Oli

Oli masterpost found here

Word count - 765

Summary - The one with James and his pictures.

You were spending the day with your two favorite boys; your boyfriend, Oli, and his younger brother, James. Your plan was to just walk around Leicester Square and do a bit of shopping, eating, and probably picture taking. Oli was becoming quite the photographer and often interrupted your days to take pictures if he thought the lighting was right or you looked exceptionally beautiful. “Slow down, James!” Oli laughed to his brother. James was walking significantly farther ahead of you and Oli, eager to go from one shop to another as quickly as he could. James sighed and waited for the two of you to catch up.

“Oh, Oli, we can still see him,” you teased. “He’s fine.”

“See, this is why I like (Y/N) more than you, Oli,” James said. Oli messed James’ hair and pushed him lightly to get him to start walking again.

“You’re taking my brother away,” Oli said to you. You just laughed and squeezed his hand that you were holding.

“You know he loves you the most.”

After some shopping and making a lunch stop, Oli dragged you all to a park. “Let’s take some photos,” he said excitedly. “It’s the perfect weather out.”

“Oli,” James almost whined.

“C’mon James,” you laughed. “It’ll be fun.” James huffed and obliged. Secretly, you could tell he was excited. He loved when Oli filmed him or took pictures of him, he just didn’t like to show it. Oli took various pictures of you, and then some of James. While Oli was trying to take some serious ones of his brother, you grabbed a handful of fallen leaves and threw them at James. He laughed and spun around, throwing some at you as well. This eventually turned into a leaf throwing battle, Oli catching it all in various pictures. Eventually, you snatched the camera from Oli’s hand, laid it by your other bags, and pulled him over to join you in the leaf battle.

Whenever you were with Oli and James, you felt like a kid on Christmas. James always brought out Oli’s childish side, and it was a part of him you loved. While you were brushing some hair out of your face, Oli suddenly wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you to the ground. You were in a fit of giggles as you tried to get out of his grasp, occasionally snatching more leaves to throw in his face. After a while, you both just ended up laying on the ground, staring up at the sky and trying to control your breathing in order to stop laughing.

When you looked up to make sure James was still in sight, you saw that he had Oli’s camera in hand. “I took some pictures,” he said almost bashfully. “They probably didn’t turn out very well.”

“Come here,” you smiled. “Let’s see them.” James brought the camera over to you and Oli and sat on the grass in front of you both. You flicked through the pictures on the camera, showing them to Oli as you did so.

“Buddy!” Oli said. “These are really good!”

And they were. They were just pictures of you and Oli laughing and throwing leaves at each other. The more you looked at them, the happier you got. “I love them,” you told James. “I think I’ll print some and hang them up around the flat.” James smiled, clearly proud of himself for having taken such good photos.

As the day wore down, you and Oli brought James back to his parent’s house, and then you and Oli headed back to your flat. When you got back, Oli immediately got his laptop to transfer the pictures from his camera to his computer. The two of you were sat in bed, scrolling through the pictures and talking about which ones you liked the best. The ones Oli had taken of you and James were stunning, but your favorites were still the ones James had taken. “How did I get so lucky?” Oli asked, smiling at you. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“I ask myself the same question all the time,” you said back.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” said Oli gently, brushing some hair out of your face.

“I know,” you teased. “You tell me every day.”

Oli laughed, “I just want to make sure you never forget how much you mean to me.” You smiled and placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget,” you told him, “but I guess it doesn’t hurt to be reminded.”

In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it. They don’t love your eyes; they’d just as soon pick em out. No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face ‘cause they don’t love that either. You got to love it, you! And no, they ain’t in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again. What you say out of it they will not heed. What you scream from it they do not hear. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. No, they don’t love your mouth. You got to love it. This is flesh I’m talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I’m telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. and all your inside parts that they’d just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver–love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.
—  Toni Morrison, Beloved 
The Signs as Weird Things I Said to Myself

Aries: Socks with sandals just makes me want to choke myself.

Taurus: How can people see without glasses? That seems fake…but ok.

Gemini: I wonder what it’s like to be pretty? Oh wait! I am!!

Cancer: I hate everyone. Well…not my family…or my friends…or *starts naming all the famous people I love*

Leo: White boys are so funny, you just got to love them… 

Virgo: Eating this whole cheese steak isn’t fat, right?

Libra: *realises all the things i want* I WISH I WAS A BILLIONAIRE SO FREAKING BAD!!!

Scorpio: ALL I HAVE FOR HOMEWORK IS HISTORRRY AYE AYE!! *melody to centuries by Fall Out Boy*

Aquarius: Since when did school become so important to human kind?

Sagittarius: Man I need to be rich ASAP cause this poor ish ain’t working.

Capricorn: Niall Horan is so gorgeous! Like HOW? WhAT?? LIke It’s UnNAturAL

Pisces: I can’t live without Supernatural. Or Doctor Who. Or video games. Or One Direction Or… *goes on for a while really*