#lance is the one with the most dad energy

[pucksandpower]

Heyyyyy how are you? Hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself. How is medical school hope you're doing good. So I was thinking about the grid kids series and a scenario appeared in my head. So basically the baby still a toddler say a swear word and when asked who taught her that she just tell she heard that from Yuki, but in reality it was the grid kids that braided her with candy. It's just so funny to me

Grid Kids: Potty Mouth

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the grid kids help expand their sister’s vocabulary in interesting ways

Series Masterlist

It’s a lazy Saturday morning and you’re making breakfast. Your toddler daughter is happily perched on Sebastian’s lap at the kitchen island, babbling about anything and everything while he nods along seriously.

The grid kids lounge around, still half-asleep. Game night ran late, fueled by one too many Red Bulls and everyone’s chronic competitiveness.

Charles yawns loudly. “I don’t know how she has so much energy already.”

“Right?” Lando grumbles. “It should be illegal to be awake before 10 am on weekends.”

Max stumbles to the coffee maker, nearly tripping over George who’s fallen back asleep on the floor. Mick and Lance are slumped together on the couch, bleary-eyes barely open.

As you finish cooking, you turn to your daughter. “Okay sweetie, breakfast is ready!”

She grins, kicking her little legs excitedly. As Sebastian goes to lift her into the highchair, she suddenly shrieks “FUCK!”

A stunned silence descends on the room. Eight heads swivel towards the little girl, eyes wide. Sebastian and you exchange horrified looks.

“Where did you learn that word?” You ask gently.

She blinks up at you innocently. “Yuki said it!”

The grid kids practically dive over each other to appear shocked and appalled.

“Yuki? Using language like that?” George exclaims.

“How disgraceful!” Max adds. “We’ll be having a stern talking to with him about this.”

You raise an eyebrow at them.

Something seems … off.

Sebastian kneels to your daughter’s level. “Honigbienchen, are you sure Yuki said that? Not one of your brothers?”

She nods vigorously. “Yuki said it when we were playing race cars!”

The boys subtly sigh in relief.

Crisis averted.

Or so they think.

“You know, I don’t recall Yuki having a chance to play with you recently,” you say slowly.

A tense pause.

Sideways glances are exchanged.

The grid kids develop a sudden fascination with the ceiling.

“Alright boys, enough playing dumb. Who taught her the swear word?” Sebastian asks, his Dad Voice™ making them squirm.

“It was Max!”

“It was Charles!”

“It was Lando!”

“It was Lance!”

“It was George!”

“It was Mick!”

They all exclaim in unison, pointing fingers.

A fierce blame game erupts as their bickering intensifies to chaos.

“Enough!” You shout over the noise.

The six drivers fall silent, heads hanging guiltily.

You sigh, lifting your daughter into her highchair. “We’re very disappointed in all of you. You know she’s at the stage where she repeats everything she hears.”

“We’re sorry,” Mick says quietly. “We should have been more responsible.” The others nod, mumbling apologies.

“And we’re sorry we made you say it was Yuki, munchkin,” Lance adds. “We just didn’t want Mom and Dad to be mad at us.”

Sebastian shakes his head. “Lying makes it worse. But we know you didn’t mean any harm.”

“Tell you what,” you offer. “Whoever teaches her the most educational words this week is forgiven. Good, clean words only!”

The boys’ faces light up. Charles grabs a notepad and they huddle together, beginning to strategize.

You can’t help but smile.

Crisis averted.

***

What follows is a week of mayhem.

“Look Lando, it’s an AARDVARK!” George points excitedly at a cartoon aardvark in a book. “Aardvark starts with A!”

Lando nods seriously. “Aardvark. Aaaaardvark.”

Your daughter claps her little hands. “Aawdvawk!”

The boys high-five. One point for them.

Later, Max drives his toy model RB22 towards her. “Vroom vroom! This is a race car! It has DRS. Can you say drag reduction system?”

She scrunches her nose. “Dwag wedection system!”

“Nice one!” Lance whispers. Max grins, ruffling your daughter’s hair smugly.

At dinner, Charles scans his food. “Mmm, broccoli! This is BROCCOLI!” He holds up a roasted floret. “Can you try and say it?”

“Bwock-lee!” Your daughter squeals through a mouthful of the vegetable. Charles pumps his fist.

Mick doesn’t waste time and pulls out a small globe as soon as she finishes eating, pointing at a certain country. “Look! It’s Germany! That’s where Papa and I come from. Can you say Germany?”

Your daughter scrunches her face in concentration. “Ger...mummy?”

Mick chuckles, “Close enough!”

Sebastian winks at you with a smirk, “Well Mummy sure did conquer Germany, didn’t she?”

You playfully raise an eyebrow, “If by Germany you mean one particularly sexy German driver, then yes, I guess I did.” The grid kids pretend to gag.

Too bad. You’ll take the payback any way you can.

This continues for days. Meal times become vocabulary lessons, walks around the house are accompanied by exaggerated pointing at objects. Books are read with ridiculous enthusiasm, animal noises amplified.

You and Sebastian exchange amused looks as the boys vie for your daughter’s attention, each hoping to teach her the most complex word or phrase. Their efforts have become less about earning forgiveness and more about one-upping each other.

By the end of the week, her vocabulary has expanded exponentially. The boys even taught themselves some new words in the process.

As the boys argue over who should be declared the winner during dinner the following Saturday, Sebastian whistles loudly. “Enough! You all went above and beyond this week with her.”

You smile. “You’re all forgiven. And I think we can thank you for increasing her word bank more in a week than months of normal teaching.”

They cheer, exchanging pleased grins.

You lean down to your daughter’s level. “Now, can we agree no more bad words?”

She nods seriously. “No fuck!”

The room descends into chaos once again.

***

It’s race day and the paddock is hectic as usual. You and Sebastian finally relented and brought your daughter along after weeks of nonstop begging from the grid kids to have their sister on the sideline cheering for them.

As you walk through the pit lane, she squeals and points. “Max! Lando! Chawles! Lance! Mick! Geowge!”

The boys grin, waving enthusiastically as they rush to crowd around her, cooing over how big she’s gotten in the few days they haven’t seen her while she giggles and soaks up the attention.

Nearby, Yuki is chatting with his trainer. Your daughter tugs Sebastian’s hand and skips over to him. “Yuki! Hi Yuki!”

Yuki turns, smiling. “Hi, o-joh-chan! Excited for the race?”

She nods, pigtails bouncing. As Yuki leans down to chat with her, a two-way radio falls off a passing golf cart, narrowly missing his foot.

“Ah shit!” He exclaims before freezing. Your daughter’s eyes go wide. The grid kids stiffen, bracing themselves.

Yuki stares at you and Sebastian in horror, realizing his mistake. “Oops! Uh, I mean ... shoot!”

But it’s too late. A devilish grin spreads across your daughter’s face.

This is her moment.

“SHIT!” She shouts gleefully.

Yuki turns bright red as laughter erupts around him. “I am so sorry!” He sputters. “I didn’t mean to—”

Sebastian just chuckles, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry, we know it was an accident.”

Your daughter is thrilled with this new word she can very clearly enunciate. She spots two team principals across the paddock.

“Chwistian! Shit!” She yells. “Toto! Shiiit!”

Christian trips over his own feet. Toto turns an alarming shade of splotchy red but can’t help laughing. You and Sebastian hurry over, trying to shush her excited swearing.

The grid kids are crying with laughter. Charles is wheezing. “This is even better than I imagined!”

Max high-fives your daughter. “That’s my girl! You tell them!”

You shoot him a warning look and he gives you an innocent grin. Sebastian scoops up your still-cursing daughter, bouncing her gently. “Alright sweetie, I think that’s enough for today.”

Her lip wobbles. “But it’s fun, Papa.”

The boys are zero help, doubled over cackling. Yuki still looks mortified.

Sebastian kisses your daughter’s forehead, stifling a grin. “I know but let’s keep the excitement PG for now, okay? You can say those words when you’re a grown up too.”

You take her little hand, ready to steer her away before she can scar any more eardrums. As you walk off, she peeks over Sebastian’s shoulder and yells one last farewell.

“Bye Yuki! SHIIIT!”

#f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 x you #sebastian vettel x reader #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lance stroll x reader #george russell x reader #lando norris x reader #mick schumacher x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #f1 fluff #f1 blurb #f1 one shot #sebastian vettel imagine #max verstappen imagine #charles leclerc imagine #lance stroll imagine #george russell imagine #lando norris imagine #mick schumacher imagine #yuki tsunoda imagine #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #f1 drabble

[dear-ao3]

who are the 20 f1 meow meows?

max verstappen (fast but an asshole on the track. lives in fear of his cats. winning everything.)

checo perez (might lose his spot. had two separate did not finishes in the same race. kissed another car at the hairpin)

sir lewis hamilton (fashion icon, classiest mother fucker you’ll ever see, knighted, just wants a comeback and to win his 8th world championship)

george russell (walking meme, looks like he belongs in the window of a tommy bahama, says crikey and blimey unironically, the most british person ever)

charles leclerc (the poorest little meow meow, is a millionaire but has a cracked back of his phone, either is fighting for the podium or crashes on the first lap, please dear god let this man win something he has the worst luck i’ve ever seen)

carlos sainz (smooth operator, dunks on everyone’s golf game especially landos, aparently doesn’t eat his pancakes with toppings, drives a volkswagen golf at least sometimes)

lando norris (usually getting told by carlos he sucks at golf, chronically online, has a blanket with george russell’s face on it, gets in trouble for being too sarcastic, please give him a win it’s been 5 years)

oscar piastri (has never once looked like he’s having a good time but almost did once while building a house of cards, hates horoscopes, almost got sued by alpine when he said he wasn’t signing with them after alpine announced he was signing with them, has an iconic mom)

fernando alonso (old man, retired and then came back for some reason, tad villain and he knows it, don’t mention taylor swift around him)

lance stroll (still waiting for his tennis career tbh, his dad bought aston martin to guarantee him a seat, rage monster)

esteban ocon (french, monster of a teammate aparently, once got beat up in the garage by max verstappen, besties with stroll and mick schumacher)

pierre gasley (also french, terrible awful haircut, did i mention he’s french, had his brain chemistry permanently altered by being teammates with yuki, photo dump king)

nico hulkenberg (looks like that one penguin with the weird hair from penguins of madagascar, dad, has raced in over 200 races and never been on the podium)

kevin magnussen (was kicked off haas because they wanted younger drivers only to reappear the next year after they fired one of the drivers for probably funding the russian ukrainian war, once fok smashed a door, has the cutest child)

valtteri bottas (unproblematic king, cyclist, makes his own alcohol, is ass out on netflix and has his own naked calendar called bott ass, mullet mustache man)

zhou guanyu (baby fashion icon, trying his best in a medium shit car, first chinese driver ever in f1)

daniel ricciardo (class clown, made the worst career mistake of leaving red bull and is now trying to get back in, from australia but is a texas cowboy, usually fucking shit up, just wants to tickle his scrotum and touch his nutsack)

yuki tsunoda (wants to chef, was forcibly moved to italy by his team cause he didn’t want to work out with his trainer, short king, usually gets sacrificed to the luck gods, cursed radios)

alex albon (so insanely barbie coded, filmed a cereve commercial in his hotel room with his girlfriend, definitely dyes his own hair with box dye, incredible oldest sibling energy, single-handedly carrying williams)

logan sargeant (what the fuck is a kilometer!!!! only american in f1, usually found in dead last or kissing walls, one of his essential items is heinz burger sauce, says mate with an american accent)

#f1 #not a tag #from saph #i need 1-3 business weeks to recover from vegas

[oscarpiastriwdc]

albums i would play for each driver on the 2024 F1 grid to expand their music taste

Max Verstappen: Graceland by Paul Simon - As a fan of classic and folk rock, I'd imagine Max has been exposed to Simon and Garfunkel and I think he'd enjoy the sprawling, detailed, careful expanse of Simon's solo masterpiece. Angels in the architecture spinning in infinity, etc etc

Checo Perez: Ramomex by Rebel'd Punk - One of the Mexican bands who pioneered punk music in the country, but Checo probably missed this release because he was too busy karting and moving to europe as a teen. It's never too late to have a proper angry punk phase, though.

Charles Leclerc: Ten Love Songs by Susanne Sundfør - Groundbreaking, life-altering pop music that pushes every boundary. This hits the sad songs craving and I think would interest him as a musician and burgeoning songwriter.

Carlos Sainz: Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey - daddy issues. I just know he'd vibe out to Brooklyn Baby.

Lando Norris: Destiny by DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - I dream of sitting him down and exposing him to actually good, interesting, fun contemporary dj music.

Oscar Piastri: Speaking in Tongues by Talking Heads - He has that certain David Byrne swag and demeanor of someone who'd love the Talking Heads if only given the chance.

Fernando Alonso: 10,000 gecs by 100 gecs - At first the old man would be extremely confused but once he was on board he would be blasting The Most Wanted Person In The United States all day every day.

Lance Stroll: Talon of the Hawk by The Front Bottoms - that post that's like the problem is men are making podcasts instead of forming midwest emo bands. but it's men are becoming f1 drivers instead of forming midwest emo bands. I think some TFB exposure could be the spark of inspiration for a great career pivot.

Lewis Hamilton: Maps by billy woods and Kenny Segal - I fear Lewis might have been too worried about Merc's performance last year to have checked out this fantastic collaboration that was one of 2023's best albums.

George Russell: Contra by Vampire Weekend - I just saw Vampire Weekend live following the release of the new album and at the show there was a guy a few feet ahead of me in the merch line who had the exact same energy as GR. The mix of prep vibes and world music would work into his taste while expanding his listening beyond coldplay.

Yuki Tsunoda: GLOW ON by Turnstile - 100% a selfish pick, I want to mosh with Yuki in the pit of a Turnstile pit.

Daniel Ricciardo: The Panhandlers by The Panhandlers - A country supergroup I return to time and again, wistful and nostalgic, making you yearn for West Texas no matter where in the world you are.

Alex Albon: Pelican West by Haircut 100 - Funky British jazz pop, perfect for dancing and vibing.

Logan Sargeant: Crying, Laughing, Waving, Smiling by Slaughter Beach, Dog - I fear Logie might be too young or too norm core to have had a proper Modern Baseball phase (it's never too late logie! listen to Intersection!) but Ewald's 2023 offering seems like something he missed last year that's perfectly up his alley.

Valtteri Bottas: Merriweather Post Pavillion by Animal Collective - Weird and complex, I think he should throw it on while on a long bike ride and let his mullet fly in the breeze.

Zhou Guanyu: God Save the Animals by Alex G - no you don't understand i need him to listen to Alex G he would love it

Kevin Magnussen: Heaven or Las Vegas by Cocteau Twins - Ethereal music he can feel and let wash over him in a wave to relax and transcend the horrors of driving for Haas.

Nico Hulkenberg: Supernatural by Santana - dad music but make it funky and good

Pierre Gasly: Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans by Uffie - A perfect twist on early 2000s French electronic music, I think it'd remind him of the club while sounding entirely new and make him want to pick up a side dj gig of his own.

Esteban Ocon: Lescop by Lescop - French indie pop-rock! His most recent album is fantastic, but Este should check out Lescop's 2013 debut first.

following a conversation with @liamlawsonlesbian and her definitive book rec list i'm doing something similar for music (she bullied me into posting this sorry). large range in popularity/mainstream-ness of artists depending on the driver and what i think they're already listening to.

[one-thousand-and-one-fandoms]

Inspired by @mdoodlerfandomart 's Coalition Lance AU.

~~~

The Voltron team was in a somber mood as they made their way back to Earth. Pidge a bit less so, because she was so looking forward to seeing her mom and dad, but even that only served to remind her that one of their own wouldn't be coming home to his family. The Voltron team had a Lance shapped hole in their ranks and everyone was feeling his absence.

Coran missed the incesant chatter from the coms which Lance had usually initiated, and Allura missed their gossip beauty sessions. Shiro had an immense amount of guilt over Lance's capture, despite technically not having been there when it happened. He contantly wondered if his clone had somehow set Lance up in an ambush, and hated that his memories of that time were disjointed and blurry at best.

Pidge busied herself by radioing every ship and planet within distance to ask if they had seen a man, tall, brown skin and blue eyed, but everyone she could get in contact with said no. (On the plus side of this process, though, they did discover that the Coalition seemed to be in good hands, so that was a relief, at least.)

Hunk kept a small notebook where he drafter hundreds, if not thousands, of ways in which he might have to break the news to Lance's family that their son, brother, cousin, uncle, etc., was MIA, likely presumed dead. None of them were completed because Hunk inevitably broke down in tears every time before he could finish any of them.

And Keith... well, Keith kept holding onto hope that Lance was alive, somewhere in the wide universe. He simply refused to believe that Lance was dead. The team kept telling him he was in denial, but it was the only thing that kept him going. Otherwise he didn't think he'd be able to function. He often played with one of Lance's necklaces that Keith now wore and wondered about his whereabouts.

If he was in a good mood, Lance had escaped to a planet of peaceful aliens and awaited rescue. It was his greatest, most indulgent daydream that they defeated the Galra once and for all and Keith led a rescue mission to find Lance, found him and brought him home. However, if he was in a bad mood, he tended to imagine progressively worse case scenarios that left him on the verge of a panic attack and spiralling. It was the uncertainity that got to him and wore him down.

As the Earth finally appeared in front of them, Red and Blue picked up speed and went ahead of the rest to spearhead the formation. It was a bit unusual, but the Paladins didn't have the energy to question it. There were a lot of mixed emotions in the group and they were absolutely exhausted in every way that mattered. The comms were quiet. Each Paladin was lost in their thoughts, and their missing Paladin weighed heavily in their minds.

Suddenly, as they entered the Earth's athmosphere, the comms began to crackle.

"Earth to Voltron, do you copy?"

Every single one of the Paladins startled in their seat and their eyes widened in disbelief. They turned on their comms and cameras. They all looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost. Hunk was the first to break the silence.

"Was that...?"

"Earth to Voltron, do you copy?" the voice repeated and this time Keith yanked the radio out of its base as his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

"Lance?! Voltron to Earth, we copy. Lance, is that you?!" Keith yells into the receiver.

"Keith?! Oh my gosh, you're alive!" Lance exclaimed on the other side.

"What do you mean I'm alive? You're alive!" Keith retorted and he couldn't help the smile on his face or the tears in his eyes.

Just then they received a notification of an incoming live transmission that Pidge immediately accepted. A new screen popped up in front of them and there he was, alive and breathing, the one and only, Lance McClain.

On the screen, he laughed incredulously as he wiped at his eyes and said, "Hey guys, it's been a while."

What followed was chaos: everyone began talking at the same time, raising their voices to be heard above the others, and asked all sorts of questions wanting to know how Lance ended up on Earth, how he escaped the Galra, was he okay, he he seen their families, were they okay and the cockpit descended into pandemonium as Lance valiantly attempted to answer all of them.

Keith, however, was quietly taking in and just looking at his boyfriend after years of holoscreens and memories. Lance was no longer a lanky, awkward teen. He'd filled out: his shoulders broadened and, while still thin, he seemed to have gained a lot of muscle. His face had sharpened and Keith could see a bit of stubble on his chin and cheeks. He had a few new scars, too. He was also wearing a Garrison unifform, with a few medals in it.

"Keith?" Lance asked, and Keith realized he'd just missed most of the conversation. Keith smiled.

"Hey, sharpshooter," he replied. Lance sent him a flirty smirk in return.

"What? Did you miss me?"

"You have no idea," Keith answered and didn't care if he was being sappy in front of the Paladins and however many people were in the command center. Lance chucked wetly and his gaze softened.

"We're ready for you to land. Unfortunately, our hangars aren't anywhere near large enough for the lions, but there's an open field right outside. Crew members will be waiting for you in their vehicles to bring you to base. There are some people here who can't wait to see you guys!"

Keith raised an eyebrow. Lance looked, and sounded, so mature... so professional. It was hard to believe he was the same goofball he fell in love with.

"How come you're at the helm?" he asked. Lance smirked, but it was Pidge who answered.

"If you hadn't been so busy making oogly eyes at him, you would have heard that he's the head of the coalition. You know, the one we've hearing about," she snarked with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Wait, for real?!" Keith exclaimed.

Lance gasped and grabbed his chest in a wounded gesture, "You heathen! Can you sound a little less surprised? Do you really have so little faith in me? You wound me!"

Someone out of shot of camera in the command center said something to Lance that the Paladins didn't manage to catch. Lance's reaction, though, was telling enough. He scoffed in mock offense and replied, "You take that back!"

Keith laughed. It was nice to see his Lance in this new, grown version of him. He asked, "How did that even happen?"

Lance scoffed again and rolled his eyes, "Again, it's a very long story and I don't want to clutter the frequency. You're welcome to come for dinner at mine's and I'll tell you all about it." Lance winked.

"Fine," Keith relented.

"Transmission over," Lance said and his screen disappeared. Only then did Keith pay attention to the looks of awe and joy in the rest of the Paladins. Hunk was even openly crying and babbling about how glad he was that Lance was okay. Keith felt the same.

It was as if a stone had been lifted off of his chest and now he could breathe! Liquid fire poured through his veins and, for the first time in a long while, he felt like he could battle a hundred cruiseships and win! Red purred in his mind, and Keith was transported back to the very first time he flew red, before the war and their losses had worn down his excitment and passion for flying a sentinent lion in space. He smirked.

"Race you," he said, and sped down towards the Earth at full speed. Red happily obliged.

"You cheat!" Pidge yelled and gave chess.

Hunk followed with an indignant, "Hey!"

Allura, Shiro and Coran laughed joyously and tried to catch up.

Keith didn't care all that much, to be honest. He had a very pressing reunion to get to, after all.

~~~

I hope you liked it! It's just a scene, and it doesn't encompass a lot of events but I wanted to focus on the characters. I'd like to explore other scenes, perhaps later, from Lance's POV on Earth or maybe Keith's POV when he first finds out Lance is missing until they exit the time dilation worm hole thingy.

Let me know what you think!✌🏼

#Coalition Lance AU #voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #keith kogane #pidge holt #hunk garrett #takashi shirogane #princess allura #coran #i haven't watched season 7 and 8 in years so forgive the inaccuracies #i have been listening to a lot of airplane cockpit recorders and plane crashes videos so... #I'm no aeronautical expert nor pilot nor engineer nor an astronaut #there's room for a lot of angst in this au but I wanted something more heartwarming #I may write the angst later #klance

[br1ghtestlight]

bob belcher is autistic and here's why!!

social difficulties. this one is pretty obvious bcuz one of bob's most important traits is how introverted and antisocial he is and how he doesn't like being around people (outside of family) or being forced to make conversation. he spends holidays cooking in the kitchen as an excuse to not have to talk to his in-laws and he's generally very socially awkward because its hard for him to read other people and he gets stressed out easily. when he DOES have people he wants to interact with socially he's anxious that he's doing something wrong and that he'll say something to make them hate them such as phone calls or when he's texting his dad friends ("just try not to be... how you are." "i always try to do that") and seems to have a hard time reading what other people think about him especially through text or knowing when he's being rude or hurtful (like that burger convention episode where he thought he made friends but everybody hated him and was talking behind his back bcuz he misread social signals) he also seems to have a hard time reading other people's body languages and emotions. he also HATES large gatherings and parties as stated in multiple episodes. he seems to calm down and decompress by being alone and focusing on doing his own thing

lack of emotional expression. very similar to tina bob has a monotone voice and lack of facial expression compared to his family members and other characters on the show. while he CAN express his emotions through voice he mostly says what he means or how he's feeling and expects other people to do the same. very rarely genuinely smiles etc (not because he isn't happy!!! it doesn't seem to come naturally to him most of the time)

hyperfixations on specific topics and interests. while obviously bob's main interest is cooking and anything related to the production and growing of food as seen in countless episodes (thanksgiving episodes especially and any episode where he's gardening or growing plants) he does have other hyperfixations too. big examples are CAKE in that one episode and how linda says that bob gets obsessed with "boring things" too like soap carving or that episode where he hyperfixated on the internet cucumber. when this happens he focuses all his energy on the topic and doesn't seem to care about much else as seen in the episode where he gets a juicer for christmas and throughout the episode he's either excited about different juicing combinations or complaining about how he can't use his juicier ("in my head i'm at home juicing right now") while forcing his family to drink his combinations. also that History Of Pepper book that he got super into. enjoys explaining this interests to other people whether or not they seem interested in what he's saying (like in that goddamn cucumber episode)

hyper empathy for and attachment to inanimate objects. this is a HUGE thing for bob as he's always seen talking to inanimate objects around him like food as he prepares it or his kitchen utensils. he uses this to express his feelings and talk through uncertain situations but he also seems to have real empathy and emotions towards them as seen in the episode where he gets into a fight with the turkey banister or when lance the turkey gets shot. he also gets very emotional when he has to work in a different kitchen and apologizes to his stove several times

sticking to routine and resistance to change. bob clearly values his routine at the restaurant with his burger of the day etc and his family seems to have a fairly consistent daily routine with dinner and watching tv afterwards every night. in the seaplane episode linda is upset because she thinks bob's dates are boring because he always wants to go back to the same boring/reliable places that he already knows that he likes vs wanting to try something new that he possibly won't enjoy which is VERY autistic tbh

taking things literally or having trouble with sarcasm. doesn't come up very often BUT in the pigeon episode when linda tells bob to give the pigeon a bath and so he takes a bath with it and she was like NO BOBBY IN THE SINK!!! and he's like i wouldn't fit in the sink? :( thats autism baby

burnout. bob tends to hyperfixate on his job and his love of cooking but if he does this for too long without taking a break it can lead to burnout where he's seen having trouble with running the restaurant and more sensitive/annoyed by other people talking to him so he needs to take a break even if he resists this at first. very autistic experience to Hyperfixate so hard you forget your basic needs and have trouble remembering to take care of yourself

struggles with motor control and following directions. this is a smaller symptom but bob is shown having trouble with tying even basic knots and has an inability to follow maps or written instructions which can be a symptom of autism/developmental disorders. also he has a stutter which similarly is often comorbid with developmental disabilities/speech disorders

occasionally struggles with eye contact (during parent-teacher interviews)

strong sense of justice. bob very clearly has strong emotional responses and a strong sense of justice in situations that he sees as unfair and can react strongly without thinking it through. problems w/ impulse control and high emotion

bob isn't shown stimming very often but similarly to tina i think he mostly has his vocal stims that he uses in stressful situations ("oh my god. oh my god") in the movie he can also be seen groaning for hours at a time and going almost completely nonverbal in a stressful situation much like tina does which means it is likely a trait that she inherited from bob. he also paces around and seems to be predisposed to having shutdowns in stressful situations or when he's very anxious

not directly related but bob seems to think that he's MUCH better at masking than he actually is and i think that's very funny. he's like nobody knows im autistic :) <- everybody knows that he is autistic

#not all these traits are exclusive to autism and not every autistic person has all of them (or even most of them) and there's ones #im not adding because they don't really apply to bob but yknow #bob belcher is autistic. u understand #txt #bob's burgers #bob belcher

[danceylancey]

Lance wasn’t raised on plasma and energy guns. He knows full well metal jacket bullets and their according guns are mostly illegal aside from some farmers who have licenses, but he also knows their fun. He shoots his dads old rifle at an old tree in their back yard for a few years, along with a slingshot and some bolts and rocks he found. It’s when he turns ten his dad gets him his own one, rare as it is he got it free due his reputation as a good and fair buck hunter. He uses it for a few years, then a pistol his older sister stole from a cop one drunk night after she slept with his daughter and found it in a safe full of vintage stuff. Apparently even drunk she has a need to get gifts for her siblings. When he first uses a .50 Cal he genuinely thinks he’s felt what it’s like to be in love for the first time and that just makes it all the more disappointing when he uses it’s energy gun equivalent and it’s just feels… subpar. It’s powerful sure, but it doesn’t send a shock through his body and make his hair stand up all over his body. It does the job though, cleaner too. When he gets too marks with his aiming he can’t be too mad. When he’s thirteen he starts to build them, both types. The more legal type he does in a cadet program and the less legal ones he does with an old timer veteran who teaches him the ins and outs. He loves both, but something about smelting down a bullet, measuring the power perfectly, sliding it into a magazine… it’s so much better than a battery. It’s no surprise to Hunk when he finds Lance setting up a mini workshop next to his larger scale one. He knows his friend likes to make his own guns every now and again, even if his Bayard is most likely going to be superior. He’s a little confused when Lance brings in a crate with hazard signs all over it and starts to smelt down old mettle into thin mini cups. He’s not sure how he feels about it when he realises his friend is making a pump action shotgun and magnum revolver, but when he’s finished and he just dumps it to the side, Hunk relaxes. He’s not going to use it, just make it because. He himself had done that plenty of times, so nothing to worry about. It’s months later when their attacked and Lance, most likely sleeping in, isn’t brought in with them. Never, not in all the years they’ve been fighting, have they seen someone’s head be blown off by a single bullet. They all, including the Galra surrounding them, look down at the blood splattered floor and see the grey casing of a bullet. Then a bother shot flies, and another and then one hits Shiro’s restraints right off. They quickly realise its Lance’s work, but how is he shooting? Their Bayards were confiscated. When they meet up with Lance he’s in his normal outfit with a large gun hung over his shoulder and a pistol strapped to his thigh. He’s looking prouder, lighter and damn well gleeful as he approaches them. Before they can ask how he has such dangerous and quiet frankly illegal weapons, Lance is grinning at them and speaking, “Try doing that with a quiznacking plasma!”

#lance mcclain #bamf lance #lance centric #dark lance

[nekomortiz]

I caved and made a Voltron OC. She has like… the most lore/story of any oc ive made this far… 2016 me would be happy.

ANYWAY here’s Kat!

Quick Bio:

- Katarina “Kat” Moreau

- 19 (Season 1) , 20 (Season 6)

- French American (Human)

- Mechanic at the Galaxy Garrison

- Lance is her childhood best friend

When Kat was 10, her and her mother were in a car accident. Kat lost her mom, and her right leg has permanent nerve damage causing her random bouts of pain making her either limp or unable to walk. Since she is short thou, its very easy to carry her around.

She has a Dad and Two older brothers who are all very well known Mechanics in the mechanical field in the Garrison. They were happy when Kat said she wanted to join “The family business” as they call it.

During episode 1, she ran into Lance and Hunk while she was coming back from the kitchen for a late night snack and decided to join them. Since she isn’t a paladin, she uses her Mechanic knowledge to help Allura and Coran fixing things around the castle. Althou, it’s very odd that she can actually hear the lions talking instead of how they normally communicate to the others. Althou it is funny watching her talk to the lions and it basically looks like she’s having a one sided conversation with herself.

During season 3, she was examining a small space gem that the paladins found on one of their missions, trying to figure out what it can do and examining what seems like cosmic energy. Due to a sudden attack on the castle, she ended up accidentally impailing her arm on the gem. But instead of it harming her, it absorbed itself into her body, rewriting her dna and basically turning her into a walking mood ring. Shes still trying to figure her new ‘power’ out and unlocking more of what she’s capeable of.

Later in the series, that weird space gem turned out to be a piece of the same comet the lions were made from.

Her eyes and hair end up exposing her emotions, so she can’t keep them hidden even with keeping a poker face.

The colors & moods are:

- Normal/relaxed: White

- Angry: Red

- Sad: Blue

- Yellow: Joy

- Green: Suprise

- Black: Pure Rage

- Pink: Embarassment/Love

#my art #Kat #Voltron OC #What did you expect from me honestly #Her outfit is based on one of mine #with some modificatios ofc LOL #did this to keep myself busy while i wait two days for payday 😔 #thank you thou to all of you who support me!! RBs do help me a lot ;;;;

[jadeazora]

Out of curiosity, who are your least favorite Gym Leaders/equivalents? I'd say these would be mine, but I do like most of these characters, it's just that they made the least impression on me compared to others in their sets.

Erika just feels like the least iconic in Gen1 to me? Misty and Brock are the original travelling companions, the twist with Giovanni being the last Gym Leader was mind-blowing back in the day, Blaine has a lot of personality that makes him really fun, and Surge, Koga, and Sabrina are all super-cool in their designs, personalities, and roles in the anime or manga, so I feel that just kinda leaves Erika.

Bugsy? I started with Cyndaquil. Nuff said. (You would probably think Whitney or Clair, but I have a soft spot for Whitney since an old, deceased friend of mine used to RP her, and Clair has that fun rivalry with Lance, so I can overlook them kinda being sore losers.)

Specifically Gen3 Wallace. I have a grudge over getting stuck really bad on his Gym. I think I just gave up and just explored Hoenn for a bit getting my starter to Lv100, and finally solved it months later?

Roark. Again, he just doesn't leave much of an impression compared to the others. I like him fine, but the other Sinnoh Gym Leaders just feel like they have more personality. (Especially his dad in the anime, but that's totally the Dan Green energy.)

I just never vibed with Clay. I don't dislike him, but I don't really like him much either. I did like the scene where he knows Ghetsis is talking complete bullshit tho underneath all his "purty talk."

Weirdly a tough pick, but Ramos. Can't go with Clemont because he was a travelling buddy, I totally shipped Viola and Grant in the anime, Korrina is pretty iconic since she's our introduction to Mega Evolution, Valerie has one of the best character designs in the series, Olympia has one of the coolest Gyms in the series (and honestly, I think they have yet to top hers), and I think Wulfric has a cool design and I like that he helps take care of the abandoned Pokémon in the Pokémon Village. So that really just leaves Ramos.

A testament to how good Alola and Galar were with their Gym Leaders/equivalents of the Trial Captains is that I had a lot of difficulty choosing. I do really like Mina and Gordie still, like it really was tough. It probably would have been Sophocles, but he kinda befriends Cyrus in Masters and it's pretty cute, so Mina was just kinda the default after that, and I was debating between Milo and Gordie, but I just kinda like Milo more with his personality. (I also really don't like Circhester Gym. I have vision issues and a Switch Lite so no vibration, so that place was a little rough for me. 😅)

It was between Katy and Tulip, but Tulip at least has more characterization in how she knows Dendra, so Katy. (I feel the Paldean Gym Leaders had pretty solid characterization too.)

#pokemon gym leader #gym leader erika #gym leader bugsy #gym leader wallace #gym leader roark #gym leader clay #gym leader ramos #gym leader katy #trial captain mina #gym leader gordie #Pokemon rby #pokemon gsc #pokemon ruby and sapphire #pokemon dppt #pokemon bw #pokemon xy #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon swsh #pokemon scarlet and violet

[tbcanary]

haiii uhm. idk if anyone has asked this but what are some of your favorite character costumes/outfits :O

iggy i love and adore you and i love this question. hold on, i have to dig up some images.

okay. i dug up some images. so many, in fact, that i hit image limit on this post and had to trim some things down. let's go through it.

we're gonna just go ahead and start out with dinah lance, the light of my life. this whole post won't be sorted by character, but she's the one i have the most images of, so she gets her own section.

i know people really, really love the short-haired, less effeminate dinah we get in grell's 80s run. i'll get to her! but i'm going to start by saying that her looks in the green lantern/green arrow run are all-time. please consider, if you will, the most fashionable lady in the room:

(i can't include the house robe from snowbirds, but know that i spiritually do count it as part of this post. i hold it near and dear. for now, these two looks will do.)

her long black hair. her little white vest. the statement necklace for her date with ollie. and look, i would include ollie here too, because his outfits in this run are PEAK seventies dad energy, but i don't have the space and i like dinah more, so you get these.

then comes the 80s, when dinah is in her element. short black hair, noir vibes, wearing graphic tees for things like "seattle slugfest." (in longbow hunters, at least.)

she gets some cute looks in grell's run, obviously, but i'm partial to this little skirt and sleeveless denim button-up because it's so very unlike her. she was putting in the work to look cute, and i appreciate it. oliver, meanwhile, looks like fred from scooby doo.

the 1991 run is important because of her extremely high heeled boots with the BIG cuffs around the calves. i miss the cuffs. i wish they would return to me. but the actual panels i think about the most from this run are when she cuts her fishnet stockings and uses them to tie her hair back.

wh. who. i want to know which people in the writer's room decided that was a feasible option. i just want to talk. i can't imagine a less stable hairstyle to go karate-chop some yacht pirates. come on now. but also, she even ties them in a bow? i love her so much. what the fuck is happening.

she has a lot of good looks in birds of prey (1999), honestly, but none of the artists have EVER IN THEIR LIFE seen a woman's chest. not a one. i'm going to go ahead and stick to the two things i love: the fringed leather jacket (iconic) and the long-pants jumpsuit that they did instead of the fishnets.

i don't know WHY they got rid of the fishnets, honestly, but i like this turtleneck situation and the yellow accents. also her communicator necklace on full display <3 she also usually wears a motor jacket OVER the jumpsuit. slay!

(it's maybe a little sacrilegious to like the long pants costume, given that she is so well-known for the bodysuit and fishnets. but to be fair, even when they cut the legs off this suit, she still isn't wearing the stockings. her legs are naked. 0/10 what the HELL.)

sean izaakse deserves his own post and i would not be able to pick out a limited number of panels from his work on green arrow (2023) but i will say i love dinah's new costume, i love the texture on her jacket, and i love that she gets to have the little canary logo on the chest now.

i assume this was more of a birds of prey (2023) design and not izaakse's personal design, but i love how he draws her hair, and she's so short compared to everyone, and overall she just looks good. zero complaints here.

(actually, i do have a few complaints, they just aren't about dinah. one, lian's eyes should be brown. two, ollie should have KEPT HIS HORRIBLE MANBUN, THAT'S MY DAD. and three, mia's cape should still be yellow on the outside. otherwise, the art in this run is perfect.)

speaking of mia.

the art of green arrow (2001) is not like. my favorite art style ever in terms of aesthetics. but hester really, really sets the tone for a lot of these characters through his design choices. particularly mia, which makes a lot of sense given this is her introduction and he did a lot of the initial work with her character.

the thought put into her costuming. she's wearing baggy clothes to contrast with what she wore before she moved in with ollie, she has the hair up in a messy ponytail, etc etc. this mia is everything to me. and i love ollie, too. he looks like a cartoon dad from a nickelodeon show. which is exactly who he is, to me.

we're gonna detour from dc and into marvel for just a second but don't worry we'll come right back. i was really excited when kelly thompson and leo romero were announced for birds of prey (2023) because i really liked their work on hawkeye (2016). it's such a good style for kate bishop, in particular; it feels very youthful and the style just suits her. this is The Kate Bishop, to me, outside of the 2012 run.

(i also really, really like the way dinah is drawn in birds of prey (2023). she's small, she's compact, she looks like someone who's been doing gymnastics and karate her whole life. i could also fit her in my pocket! perfect!!!!)

but yeah okay i mentioned it so i also need to shout out hawkeye 2012. this comic's aesthetics were so fucking on point, and it is one of my favorite ones i've ever edited because it has such an INTENTIONAL color palette and use of graphics like the arrows and bullseyes.

like i know everyone talks about how good this run is but that's because it is LITERALLY that fucking good. the writing. the art. the characterization. ugh. life-changing.

anyway that's enough marvel (for now). back to my hovel. dc.

spiritworld (2023) was so fun. the art is so intentionally drawing on manga and i loved it from the first issue. you can feel the love put into the character design and the color work, and xanthe's cool bomber jacket and undercut is SO essential. this is the nonbinary rep we deserve.

shoutout to cass's look in this comic, too. i LOVE this costume for her. it moves in such a fun and exciting way when she's flipping around and moving through the air, it has a new silhouette, AND it STILL has the bat on the chest. perfect. everything to me. never change.

that being said, i DO have a favorite cass look, and it's these specific panels from batgirl (2000). the style in most of that comic is great, it's super funky and fun, but these were the panels i saw that ended up solidifying in my brain as "oh, that's cass."

also from batgirl (2000) though, i love the funky design choices because they give us things like PEAK takes on stephanie brown's spoiler costume. she's just a fucking blob to me. look at her.

steph has a lot of fun looks, to me, but my favorite will always be the era in like, issues 110-112 of robin (1993), where they gave her a bob cut and big :pleading: emoji eyes.

i do wish she'd had freckles at this time. i know they were a later addition, but i like them. they add character.

unrelated to AAAANY of that, i need to talk about poison ivy (2022). this run is stuuuuuunning. i've only pulled panels of pamela here because i LOVE the way her freak body horror is done, as well as the way her hair is drawn, but the scenery and the textures of this comic as a whole are insane.

even when the story isn't grabbing me, the art does. it's beautiful, it's unlike any other comic i'm reading right now, and it is one of the first comics i ever looked at that made me go, oh fuck, that's an ART piece. ykwim.

HOWEVER. if we're talking about comics that are just. art. through and through. there are a couple others i need to mention.

supergirl: woman of tomorrow is stunning. the colorwork, the hair texture, the EXPRESSIVENESS of the FACES. ugh. this comic made me cry, yeah, but it also made me stroke the pages lovingly because of the beautifully rendered colors.

i love that kara doesn't always look Pretty. i love that she gets bloody, and beat up, and she looks tired and sad and sick sometimes. i love that it is so beautiful and also you can see genuine hurt on kara's face. ugh. UGH. this comic!!!!

now for the indie shit lol. die (2020) is sooooo lovely. stephanie hans is ordinarily a cover artist, but she jumped onto this project to do pages, and my GOD is it beautiful. the character design, the colors, the expressions. it feels like a PAINTING and i want to EAT it.

there's a lot of body horror and gruesome stuff in here. but like, somehow, even that manages to look pretty? i love the painterly textures. i love how the tone influences the colors. it's all just stunning. i need to go reread this one right now, actually.

annnnnnnd! last one, i promise! it's time for THE FORGED (2023).

i love this comic. everyone in it is a lesbian with an atypical body type, half of them are wearing bondage gear, and it's all set in a space sci-fi setting with more lore than you can shake a stick at.

and on TOP of all of THAT. LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THE COLORS ARE.

there are a few honorable mentions i don't have room to include images of, so i'm gonna go off and list them now:

the wild west arc of exiles (2012) in that very painterly style

the scenery and background work in wonder woman: the hiketeia

the INCREDIBLY clean lines and sharp colorwork of dan mora in world's finest (2023)

the super sketchy and rough pencil-esque art in the back half of green arrow/black canary (especially mia! i love her!)

i am sorry but i enjoy the very sharp style of batgirls (2022). i don't necessarily endorse the writing or the story of the run, but i think the shapes are good. sorry. take me out back, i know.

young justice (1998) also has very cute cartoony art!! i haven't read much of it yet, but every time i see it, it makes me smile. which is the point, i think?

OKAY. PHEW. do you regret asking me yet, gobby. did you get what you came for. am i welcome to come yell at you about the forged (2023) and die (2020) until the day we both shed this mortal coil and depart for the great beyond.

that's it ily mwah thank you for the best question i've ever been asked <3333

#ask.tb #stainedglassgoblin #I HAVE BEEN CONSIDERING RANKING DINAH'S OUTFITS FOR LIKE FOUR DAYS. HOW DID YOU KNOW. #that's not what this is. this is a mess of a post. but dinah's sure in it a lot. #i may come back tomorrow with more images. only time will tell.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Eighteen (Crazy) Chapter 8

“Okay,” Shiro says, assuming his Dad Posture. 

(He denies that he has a Dad Posture, but he really does. He holds his hands in front of him, clasped together, expression on his face like he already knows they’re going to whine at him and he’s ready to guide them in the right direction.) 

“...and then we’ll meet back here, okay? Repeat my instructions back to me.”

And the Dad behaviour continues. Shiro would make an excellent kindergarten teacher, Lance thinks. Maybe that’s his retirement plan. 

“Go to our rooms, shower in case the lake water had weird stuff in it, get dressed in warm clothes, grab leftovers from the kitchen, and meet you in the common room in thirty minutes,” everyone recites dutifully, which is wonderful for Lance because he wasn’t listening. 

Lance hides a smile in his hand. Having a dad is so cool. 

Since Lance know he has spent the day being particularly stressful (he’ll admit that the pod racing was unkind to Shiro’s poor heart), he chooses not to complain, instead pressing a kiss to Shiro’s cheek with a loud ‘mwah’ sound and an overly-enthusiastic “sure thing, Pops! Love ya!”

“You are nine years younger than me,” Shiro grumbles. He tries for approximately three seconds to look grouchy, but then he sighs. “Love you too, menace boy. Go. Shower off the lake filth.”

Lance rushes to his room, chucking off his flight suit and turning to water to cold. He’s going to regret that, probably a lot, but if he lets the water stay warm there’s a thousand percent chance he’s going to get distracted, and his shower alone will take him forty-five minutes. And, yeah, Lance is not the most punctual person around, and the team is well used to his shit, and he’s the birthday boy so he won’t get in any real trouble, but –

Lance wants presents, okay? He’s excited. Sue him. By the time he’s cleaned and has rushed through his skincare routine, it’s only been 17 minutes. 

Hell yeah. 

He sprints down the halls – too much energy to walk – careening through the doorway of the common room and skidding to a stop when he sees he’s not there alone.

“Hey, Lance,” Keith greets, tilting his head back so he can see Lance from his position on the floor, grinning brightly. “You’re early.”

“I’m on time,” Lance says huffily. He looks at his watch to double check. “Yeah! Shiro said be here in a half hour, and I only took eighteen minutes!”

“You have never been on time even once in your life, dude, so on time for you is early. With the exception of missions, Hunk calls you fifteen minutes early for training every day and somehow you’re still late. Honestly, it’s a little impressive.”

“You are mean to me,” Lance whines, throwing himself with as much drama as he can manage on the couch, arm over his eyes and everything. “Horrible, rude, unfair. A bully, even –”

Keith makes a loud groaning noise, flopping his head back on the couch and going cross-eyed in his attempt to give Lance a Look.

“I will do anything in the world to get you to stop,” he says. Lance kicks him in the shoulder as punishment, only Keith’s reflexes are faster than Lance’s, so he manages to grab Lance’s leg and yank on it, pulling Lance forward with a yelp. He barely manages to catch himself on time, ending up with his legs on either side of Keith’s torso and his hands in his hair.

Lance grins wickedly.

“I have decided on the anything in question,” he announces. He slides his hands through Keith’s hair and tugs.

Keith groans. “No.”

“You said anything! That includes braiding your hair!”

Lances starts to brush his hands through Keith’s hair, scratching his nails over his scalp in the way he knows makes Keith all melty. 

Keith sighs. “Fine –”

Lance cheers, immediately sectioning Keith’s hair and tying one half to the side.

“–but you cannot do pigtails.”

“Aw, hey,” Lance pouts. “But pigtails are so cute and fun!”

“Case in point.”

“Please please please please please please –”

“You think that’s going to work on me, Lance, but you’re wrong. I pulled that shit on Shiro all the time. I’m immune.”

Ha, that’s what he thinks. Keith may also be an annoying younger brother by trade, but Shiro is a softie like none other. He has the biggest bleeding heart than anyone Lance has ever met. You ask him anything and you’re almost guaranteed it if you pout well enough. But Lance grew up with Veronica. With Marco. 

With Hunk.

He could out-annoy Keith braindead and with duct-tape over his mouth. 

“– please please please please please –”

“Alright fine!” Keith shouts. “Jesus. I thought I was good at that.”

“I am the queen,” Lance says primly. He goes right back to weaving strands of Keith’s thick hair together, humming a song that he hopes conveys a mix of smug and happy. It doesn’t take him long to finish the hair, poking Keith in the side with his foot when he needs one of the many hairbands on Keith’s wrist. “All done! You look adorable.”

“I am supposed to look cool,” Keith grumbles. He reaches back and pats his head, tracing his fingers over the woven strands. “But I suppose I will indulge you.”

“You do that a lot.”

Lance means it to be teasing, to make Keith roll his eyes in exasperation and maybe smack Lance with a pillow. That’s what he’d usually do. 

But that doesn’t happen. Instead Keith leans back onto Lance’s legs, reaching up to grab one of Lance’s hands, and squeezes once, twice, three times in quick succession. 

“Yeah,” he says, voice soft and eyes warm and sparkling. “I do.”

Lance flushes, pushing down the giggles bubbling up his throat. “We had a deal, you scoundrel. Not on my birthday. You are making this very hard.”

Keith turns around to face Lance and grins teasingly. “That’s my goal, Blue.” He crawls up onto the couch, leaning right into Lance’s space, so close their breathing mingles together. “I’m good at the long con, Leandro. And I’ve only got to wait ‘till midnight.”

“So actually wait until midnight then, Romeo,” Lance teases, but his voice is breathy. “Weren’t you calling me the impatient one, earlier?”

“Mhm, sure, and –”

“Oh, Lance, I want braids too! Dibs on being next!” 

At the sound of Allura’s voice, Lance shoves Keith off him on reflex, who tumbles to the floor with a yelp. “Sorry,” Lance says with a wince, glancing down at Keith’s sprawled form. 

“Really feeling the love,” he says drily. Lance rolls his eyes and turns back to Allura. 

“Come sit, ‘Llura. I’ll braid while we wait for everyone else. We can talk shit about Keith while we do it. He’s been very dramatic, lately, have you noticed?”

He braids Allura’s hair, and then Pidge’s, to the backdrop of Keith whining about not getting enough attention (he’d rather die than admit it, but Keith is like one of those cats who hisses when you touch it but then sits on your laptop and refuses to move, even when you have gigantic essay that you left until last minute and only have twenty minutes to finish). Shiro comes in at some point and narrows in immediately on Keith’s sprawled form, deciding to pull a Lilo & Stitch and flop over Keith to drive him insane. 

It’s hilarious. 

“Where’s Hunk and Coran?” Lance asks once he ties a pink bow to the end of Pidge’s braids. He tries to keep the impatience out of his voice, but it doesn’t work too well, judging on the knowing grins on his friends’ faces. 

“Getting your presents,” Allura says, unable to stay calm any longer. “All of them!”

“Well, I’m trying to, but this damn thing is heavier than you are and fourteen times more dangerous, Lance. Well, unless you’re armed.”

Lance whips towards the door, where Hunk is painstakingly trying to lug a truly magnificently sized potted plant into the room, Coran skipping into the room with a massive armful of gifts right after him. 

Lance gasps. He rolls right off the couch, barely missing elbowing Shiro in the face, slamming on the floor first before somersaulting to his feet and rushing over to Hunk. 

“Did you bring me a friend?”

“It’s a Dilofius surtus, or essentially a space venus flytrap,” Hunk explains, both to Lance – who is paying about 3% attention to Hunk and 97% attention to the most gorgeous, toothy, sharp, slimy, wonderful new friend in the universe – and their very amused friends. “I know you miss your danger plants back home. This one spits venom, so I figured you’d be particularly fond of it.”

“Oh, look at this darling girl!” Lance coos. He runs a finger over the curve of one of the biting heads, laughing delightedly when it snaps at him. “She’s so playful! I love her so much. Hunk, you have been replaced as my best friend. Yes, Clarita, you are! You are my new best friend, beautiful girl!”

“Why do you think he’s like this?” Pidge asks the room. 

Hunk presses a kiss to Lance’s hair, whispering a “happy birthday, you dorkus,” and then walks over to the couches. “He has a thing for strays. When we had car rides that drove past any kind of alley, someone had to be tasked with keeping him distracted so he wouldn’t look out the window and catch sight of a homeless dog, or whatever. Going on walks after the rain was impossible because he would stop to pick up every worm.”

“– oh you sweet thing, look at your teeth!”

“Lance, dear,” Coran calls. He pats the seat next to him. “Come open the rest of your gifts. You can play with the death plant later.”

“‘Kay,” Lance says, pressing a kiss to one of the heads and skipping over to the seat Coran patted. He throws his feet in Hunk’s lap, beaming at him brightly. “Hunk, I love you. You know me so well. I love you double. You are the bestest. You are –”

He’s cut off by a small box sailing through the air and nailing him in the face. 

“Write Hunk a letter about how great he is later,” Pidge snarks. “If we let you wax poetic all you want then we’ll be here all night, and I have a project.”

“Aw, Pidgey,” Lance says. “Is that emotions allergy acting up?”

She gets up immediately, reaching for the present. “Alrighty, I’ll be taking that right back –”

“Kidding! Kidding! Don’t take my present! Hiss!”

“Open it then, you goober.”

At her permission, Lance does, tearing through the wrapping paper and opening a metal box. Inside is a beautifully intricate bracelet, shiny silver, a stone pendant with several moons and stars carved carefully in the metal. Lance traces the delicate designs with his fingers, mouth open in shock. 

“Did you…make this?”

“Press your pinky to the back of the pendant,” Pidge suggests. Lance does, and his jaw drops when it sends a projection of dozens of photos in the air in front of him; photos of the whole team after the dorky food fight, photos of him and his family, photos of all of their fun and silly and careful moments. 

A selfie of him and Pidge, cheeks pressed together, grinning so wide their eyes are nearly squeezed shut, ecstatic after finally getting one of Pidge’s projects to work.

“Pidge…” Lance says, chin trembling.

“Do not cry,” she demands, eyes already wet, “because if you cry, I’ll cry, and then we’ll both look dumb and my eyeliner will run –”

“C’mere!” Lance wails, pulling her close and hugging her tightly. Pidge squeezes his ribs just as tightly, burying her wet face into his shoulder. 

“I know I don’t always say it, but I love you,” she whispers. “You’re my best friend and my brother. I’m glad you’re up here with me.”

“Me, too,” he says, pressing a kiss to her hair. 

She sniffs, pulling away and decking him lightly in the arm to offset the mush. “It’s powered by a thin crystal wire that runs through the metal, so it’ll never die or need charging or anything. If you want more pictures, ask me, I’ll add ‘em for you.”

Lance grins. “Thank you, Pidge.”

“Me next!” Allura calls. She crawls over the couch (and several people, including poor Shiro and Hunk, who both make faces of choked back pain when Allura’s wayward elbows dig into their flesh), grabbing a sparkly pink box and thrusting it forward. “Happy Birthday!”

Lance beams at her, ripping open the sparkly paper – getting sparkles all over Coran and Hunk as well as himself – and takes the lid off a cardboard box.

“Are these – Earth movies?”

“Yes!” Allura cheers. “You’ve talked so much about how much you love movies, so I’ve stopped by the Earth store every movement and gathered up whatever’s available!”

It’s the most random assortment of movies Lance has ever seen. A couple animated classes, several black-and-white old Hollywoods, more foreign – can he still call them foreign in space? – films than he can count. 

“Allura, you are the queen of my heart. I adore you.”

She laughs, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “We will watch them all together, and you can tell me all about the strange history!”

“I can’t wait, ‘Llura. Oh, you’re gonna absolutely love Anastasia. It’s magical.”

Next is Coran, who wrapped his present so complexly that he has to put on his reading glasses to help Lance unravel it. 

“You got him…rocks?” Shiro asks, tilting his head in confusion. Lance squeals, flapping his hands rapidly. 

“A rock shelf! With fancy shmancy labels! Oh, Coran, you’re the best!” He leans over – bent nearly in half – to carefully inspect every single rock, face going serious as takes in every detail. 

“One more thing, dear,” Coran says. He hands Lance a leather necklace with a small, smooth pink stone on it. Lance takes it and puts it over his head immediately. 

“What is it?” he asks, looking at it curiously. 

“It’s calcified quintessence,” Coran explains. “A rock nearly as old as the universe itself. It lines up with your energy. It will absorb your energy, reflecting back your highest energy when you need it.”

“Cool! A space mood ring!” Lance slips it under his shirt, over his heart. He leans into Coran’s gentle pat on the head, and then Shiro clears his throat. 

“It’s nothing fancy,” he says, passing Lance a bag. He looks shy, embarrassed. “I did my best, but it’s kind of goofy-looking.”

Lance shoots him a smile, then yanks the tissue paper out of the bag, tossing it at Pidge to hear her grumble at him. When he reaches in the bag, he touches something soft, and then he’s pulling out what can only be described as the ugliest stuffed shark he’s ever seen. It’s grey in some places, patched in others, with misplaced fins and wonky eyes. The stitching is sloppy and wide, stuffing spilling out in some places.

Lance bursts into tears. 

Again.

Shiro startles. “Oh, Lance, I know it’s ugly, I’m sorry –”

“I love him so much,” he sobs. He hugs the shark to his chest, squeezing as tightly as he can and rocking back and forth. He tries to find the words to reassure Shiro that he has nothing to worry about, and Lance loves it, but the words are caught in his throat. He looks at Shiro with wet eyes, trying to convey his gratitude, trying to express how happy he is to finally have something soft to sleep with again, how it would fit right at home with all his other stuffies; the rejects he couldn’t bear to leave behind. 

“Aw, kiddo, c’mere.” 

Lance does, bawling, crawling into Shiro’s arms and letting the man smooth back his bangs and press a kiss to his forehead. 

“You – you listened, when I told you about the –”

“Of course I listened, dork. That’s the whole point of this family thing. You look sad about not having a myriad of stuffed animals, I make you one, although my sewing skills leave something to be desired.”

Lance sniffles. “I like it better ugly.”

“Because no one else will love it?” Shiro asks, grinning wryly.

“Mhm.” 

Lance stays safe in Shiro’s arms for a while, collecting himself and taking a quick breather from all the excitement. His day has been wonderful, there’s no mistaking it, but it’s been long and there’s been a lot of it.

“You good now?” Shiro whispers. Lance nods, pulling away.

Time for one more. 

He turns to Keith, who’s grinning softly at him, holding a long, thin box.

“Happy birthday, Blue.”

Lance takes the box, wiping his eyes and smiling. 

“Thanks, Red.”

He carefully pries open the box, having to wiggle it a bit when the corner gets stuck. 

What’s inside takes his breath away. 

“A knife?” Lance asks quietly. 

“I know you’re a gun guy,” Keith says. “But – I’ve been using Hunk’s scrap metal for the past few months to make it, so I made sure it’s balanced and everything, and this way if you ever get cornered you’ll have another line of defense. And I figured you and me could train with it –”

“Keith,” Lance says breathlessly, “shut up.” He surges forward and practically tackles Keith in a hug, squeezing him tightly and trying so hard not to cry again. “You made me a knife. You nerd.”

Lance doesn’t need to see him to know he’s rolling his eyes. 

“Nerd who wants to make sure you can protect yourself, maybe.”

Eventually Hunk pulls Lance off, depositing him on the couch and throwing a blanket over his shoulders. Hunk squishes him from one side, Keith on the other, everyone else squeezing themselves around him somehow. They watch the movies Allura got him, joking and teasing, laughing with each other and teasing anyone at any given time. One by one, everyone drops off to sleep – starting with Coran, who dropped off somewhere around movie number one – until the only ones left art the eternal insomniacs themselves: Keith and Lance.

“Hey, Lance,” Keith whispers, readjusting the arm he has over the back of the couch. “Guess what.”

“What?”

“It’s five past midnight.”

“Hm? Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Lance. Hey. Look at me.”

Lance does, turning his head to face Keith, resting on Keith’s extended arm. Keith is grinning, widely, brightly, sparkling. 

“It’s not your birthday anymore, sweetheart.”

It takes Lance a moment to get it – look, he’s been awake for so long his neurons are barely firing – but when he does, his smile matches, just as excited. Butterflies flutter in his stomach. 

“No, it’s not,” he agrees. 

Keith’s hand comes down to cup Lance’s face. “Is five minutes past midnight long enough to satisfy your specialness requirements, your highness?”

Lance leans into the hand, tangling his fingers in Keith’s shirt and pulling him closer. 

“It is,” he whispers. 

“Good,” Keith whispers back, and their lips finally touch. 

It’s the best present of them all. 

#AND FINALLY IT IS FINISHED #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #lance & allura #lance & shiro #lance & hunk #lance & coran #lance & pidge #team as family #happy birthday lance #fluff #humour #autistic lance #lance has adhd #getting together #fluff and humour #SPACE DAD SHIRO #my writing #fic #longpost #eighteen (crazy)

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Hey, i like your Leilana story, and i was interested by a point. If i'm correct, human acquired the space tech after retroingeniering the vessel of roswell incident so 1947 in the begining of the cold war. So is the human race now unite under an only governement now or is this just the US and the other country arent't involved or have been invaded ?

Human history on earth is both the same and slightly different. Most events we know did happen for those of us that remain on earth, either by choice or not. We still have a lot of issues to deal with when it comes to each other. Space-wise, there’s a centralized human government that deals with all humans in space and the various colonies. The Space Earth government keeps in contact with the home world one and makes adjustments whenever there’s a major change back home (new leaders, new countries, new technologies etc etc) but for the most part the space side of it has its own set of rules and regulations. It gets confusing, even to lawyers who specialize in it.

The US is a major part of it due to the Roswell Incident and of course the deluge of space propaganda movies released to encourage everyone around the globe to travel the stars (and fight the aliens that wouldn’t let Earth/Humans into the G.A.P., these movies starring Lance’s great great great etc etc Grandfather in a Flash Gordon kind of style). Other major countries have their own divisions of space exploration programs but they all fall under the same space government agency that was formed shortly after the war to get into the GAP.

When it comes to humans born on other worlds, they share dual citizenship with that planet and Earth in general (unless specified by the parents), the colony system was set up to make sure that any new colony was made up of humans from a wide variety of countries so no single country can claim sovereignty over a whole planet (which the US and other major countries tried a few times). Leilana’s dad Ilxton even traveled with and studied the different languages from Earth via these colonies in order to help update the universal translators in case of any new or unknown words not already in the current UTs. It’s these trips that caused him to love humans and their history (despite his family’s bad blood with Earth).

For the most part, Earth and its governments don’t affect much in space unless dealing with them specifically, which most aliens try not to if they can avoid it.

As for how Earth would be now in this setting, it’s pretty much similar but with more advanced technologies, clean energy is normalized, less pollution and less fighting over things like food and such but still we humans would find something to fight over and so conflicts still pop up due to fools in charge. Granted that Leilana takes place in the 3000s, a fun experiment is thinking of which celebrities and such would’ve been in the stars or stayed on earth in our time if space travel was possible.

Hope that answered ur question. I don’t get a lot of chances to talk about this setting and its backstory.

#ask #Leilana gorloxa #kosmosonite

[alolanrain]

🅱️lease more of the A/B/O headcanons, I am BEGGING you

and you shall receive, though I'm still on my old people shtick. I also focused a lot on the fangs this time around. slightly nsfw so I'm putting it under a read more.

Lt. Surge- oh fuck me, am I right?

\ is actually a Beta but EVERYONE assumes he's an Alpha. he's got the trade mark anger and cockiness of one but in reality he's just a veteran happy to whoop some kids ass's and get paid for it.

\ very big dad energy to his Gym Trainers and will get all growly if their hurt or sick. though they don't get sick as often as they get hurt by the electric types around the gym.

\ his instinct are stronger then the normal person's so he's totally bit a Pokémon back when he was younger and now his mouth is filled with electrical burns/wounds. if he sticks his tongue out it looks like an Ariados web of raised wounds. he's not a fan of crunching down on hard things and it sucks because he was an ice muncher, still is in his heart but now he has to actually suck on the cubs - it helps keeps his patience in check sometimes because his mouth would be full and he can't speak.

Koga - I hate you yet I also adore you, in a way

\ an Omega but acts like an Alpha but a lot of the older league members know because of the Slick Incident of 94.

\ prefers to be chased by possible bed partners instead of being the chaser, but there's a few people he'd chase for if given the chance.

\ really REALLY tiny fangs, even for an Omega and got made fun of it during childhood and early adult hood. so now he has these teeth cap things that make it seem his canines are longer.

Clair - hello, hello

\ Alpha but acts more like a Beta and even submissive like an Omega behind close doors. it's almost natural for her since she grew up in Lance's shadow and was expected to present as a Beta at most.

\ she prefers more dominate Omega's as bed partners and would sometimes actively seek out Omega's that were taller then her. gender doesn't matter to her as long as the partner is just more dominant. in the end those people actually become her friends a lot of times afterwards and it's nice.

\ very long and skinny fangs and her parents kept taking her to the doctor in the Blackthorne City to figure out what the hell is wrong with her. nothing way, the teeth just naturally grew like that.

Lance - ya old ginger fuck

\ Omega and hates it. became both Johto and Kanto's champion just to prove his parents wrong after calling him worthless.

\ chunky semi short fangs and he teethed a lot while growing up and still continues to teeth to this day. the E4 of both regions have gotten him plenty of those chewing stims as little gifts during the holidays or when he's super stressful near the ending of the League's seasons. his favorite are the crystal shape ones that are a bit more tougher then the usual squishy rubber.

\ likes to fight his bed partners and be pressed into the bed, genuinely doesn't want the control in the end and it feels nice to him when it's stripped away. this means he's very particular about his partners and also wants someone bigger then him, though if their really strong then body size doesn't matter.

Brawly - lemme see those gains-PFT

\ above average Alpha for the Hoenn region, it helps that he's training almost every day and is on top of what his body needs food wise and focusing on what's missing like calcium or other vitamins.

\ very spry and energetic and acts like a puppy, this leads to Wallace and Steven in keeping an eye on him during league parties and gala's Brawly attends because he can get worked up really fast.

\ unlike most Hoenn Alpha's that seek their pleasure, Brawly almost exclusively gives. he doesn't mind receiving but prefers his partners to be the canter of the attention for most of the night.

#gym leader brawly #champion lance #gym leader clair #gym leader koga #a/b/o headcanon #lt surge #i think i did surge last night but I'm to tired to care

[ms-taurusvenus]

'it's because they don't have the same drive as their fathers. In order to be successful and do well, to win a championship and be memorable (for the right/good reasons) you have to be ruthless.' BINGO!! I think a lot of these new/younger drivers have it easy or have come from easy beginnings and don't have the grit in the gut that it takes to be a WC, it's this energy of 'ah whatever, it is what it is' whereas a lot of these drivers who are WC's (some at least) have had to dig deeper than anyone could have and for most of them this was it, there wasn't $$ to fall back on, to just give it a go and think 'eh that'll be enough for today' and a lot of these WC's have given up everything at times for a title (should there be a balance, yeah but I hope you know what I mean) I think talent can take you to a certain point, a name can get you in the door sure, for some, but it's the inner self, the inner grit that makes a WC or a successful driver that many now just don't have of haven't been able to tap into for whatever reason. Sorry for the long message 🤣

Preach anon!!

Nikita Mazepin, Lance Stroll, Nicholas Latifi, Mick Schumacher, what do they all have in common? Rich families, shitty reputation due to their shit job at driving. It is right in peoples faces that the more money a driver has, the shittier they'll do. Especially if they have connections to the sport (ex, the Piquets).

Lewis and Sebastian, what do they have in common? Both didn't come from families with money and did everything to get into F1 and were ruthless in their prime and are now considered the top 5 greatest in the sport. Lewis dad (Anthony) had 4 jobs to sustain and support him, and look at him - he's considered/is the greatest in the sport. Sebastian family wasn't wealthy either and he's considered one of the greatest & won 4 championships and went to be compared to his idol, Micheal Schumacher and was able to race with/against him (I'm not too sure how he/his family were able to enter F1 in terms of the financial aspect .. if you know please lmk lol).

Again, (besides Max & Nico Rosberg) have you seen a driver with wealthy and connections win a WDC? Or even do well for that matter .. No. They don't care, they're too comfortable, laidback, and lazy. Its cause f they leave a room (a space) they'll always have another room to enter right after.

Legacy drivers ended when Lewis and Seb made their marks on the tracks. From now on, the only drivers who will be the next WDC and be on the grid for that matter will come from wealthy families. Families more ties than any driver with said wealthy family and connections will ever have a WDC.

"He still has time left" blah, blah, blah. Give up, look at Zhou Guanyu, he's done really well and has improved majority from his first season. Yes, he does have connections and his family is wealthy but he doesn't act as if "oh, whatever". They've both spent (almost) the same time inF1, 2 seasons. Zhous doing well while Mick is like .. I'll have another opportunity. Let's stop babying Mick lol, yes hes cute & is a sweetheart but he's a rich grown ass man lol.

Let's start ripping the bandaid off.

(Again, I don't hate Mick and yes I do feel sympathy for him).

#mick schumacher #f1 #mercedes amg petronas #asks

[bluedemon1995]

October 6: Storm Clouds Enjoy!

Storms. As a child he loved storms. The pounding rain. The thunder reverberating in his chest. The lighting illuminating the desert sky. The rain creating mini rivers and lakes surrounded by dirt and sand. The all around energy and movement that the wind seemed to whip up everything! He loved it all. He would even stand outside, on the steps as close as his dad would let him just to take it all in.

But then life happened. His dad died and storms brought out his anger-and loneliness. Then Voltron and the fighting happened. The bombs. Explosions. The losses. Nightmares. And now, the sound, the wind the very violence of a storm was enough to make him lose sleep. The insomnia was relentless during storm season. Most times, it didn’t matter if he couldn’t sleep but staying in a large house with his friends meant he needed to be more quiet about it. He didn’t want to worry anyone. He didn’t want anyone to know. Hopefully it passes and tomorrow will be fine. Just one more night.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking on his part. The next day was overcast and the storm clouds looked to be settling over the house they rented for the week. Damn. As night fell, he heard the rumbling. Worse yet, he was sleep deprived from his last Blades mission and then yesterday. He couldn’t go another night without sleep. Fuck!!! What the hell could he do though???

He decided to hunker down in the family room or lowest level of the house. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad if he wasn’t just a level down, nearer to the ground. He waited until he figured all were sleeping and tip toed downstairs. There wasn’t a gym but he could play the Pac-Man game until things quieted down a bit. After all he’s gone longer without sleep! He could do this!

So he hunks down at the arcade game focusing on eating these stupid pellets and beating Lance’s high score. He will be damned if they leave here with Lance bragging about how he is number one. He pulls the lever left when he feels a chin on his shoulder.

Looking left, he blinks into amber eyes. “Pidge?”

“Hey bud. Can’t sleep? I can play too!”

Keith blinks, “Uhhh, ok?”

“Scoot then. And prepare to get your ass handed to you!”

Two player game it was. During the night. While the thunder struck, lightning crashed, rain pounded. Yet through it all, Pidge was beside him. Bumping his shoulder, leaning her weight on him, trying to tickle him to make him lose focus. Until finally, the wind calmed down. Silence except of the pressing of buttons. They eventually moved to the couch to watch some movie Pidge claimed was necessary to his health.

They settled on the couch. One at each end. He had thought, just for a second that she would sit closer. Like she did with Hunk or Lance, but it didn’t really matter. Not at all.

Then he felt a cold foot. So he was the bigger man and grabbed her feet to put on his lap. No sense in her bing cold when he was there! He couldn’t tell you how long it was until she was snuggled into his side. But he knew that he stopped paying attention to the movie. Then, to make her more comfortable, he threw his arm around her. Pulling her in even closer. Leaning his head on hers for just a moment. Looking down he realized she was sleeping.

She was so soft when sleeping, so sweet. Her eyelashes were long. And he couldn’t stop the smile. Her breathing was soft. With the occasional huff. She had most of the blanket even though Lance insisted it was jumbo sized. He found himself shifting and maneuvering her so he could partially lay down too. She felt warm. He figured he could get up and carry her to her bed…but the movie wasn’t over. So, he just kept wiggling until they were both laying on the couch.

Blinking tiredly, he realized, the storm has truly passed. He couldn’t help kissing the top of her head. As he drifted off, the only thought was…his … his girl…his.

#kidge #keith kogane #katie holt #keith x pidge #keith and pidge #pidge and keith #voltron #fanfiction #kidgetober #pidge #pidge x keith #@kidgetober #kidgetober2022 #storms #love #soft love

[ao3-feed-shadam]

One small decision changes more than the beginning. The end changes too.

by BiblicallyAccurateBirchTree

Adam stared across the cafeteria table jaw slightly agape as he heard the words repeating through his brain “I’m going on the mission.” His fiancé, his incredibly ill has literally got a pacemaker at the age of 20, fiancé was going off planet on a mission scheduled only a month after a major experimental, Reread that please 'EXPERIMENTAL', surgery.

“Takashi.” He began nervously and then saw the strength of his fiancé’s gaze he couldn’t help but snap “Takashi you can’t be serious!?” he hissed trying to meet his gaze trying to scan for some kind of lie in his words, but he found none, he pulled back slightly staring around the room trying to ground himself trying to stop himself from saying something fucking stupid.

“I’m serious Adam. I’m going.”

Fuck it. When the love of your life does something dumb you match that energy.

- - Or to sum it up. A Voltron rewrite following the concept that Keith never lived on earth and Adam didn't react to Shiro's disappearance by saying "Okay time to become the most background of background characters and die before I ever see or hear from him again!"

Words: 3445, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Keith's Wolf (Voltron), Keith's Father (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Colleen Holt, Sam Holt, Matt Holt, Adam (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Shiro's Parents (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Hunk's Family (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Alfor (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Acxa (Voltron), Lotor's Generals (Voltron), Space Mice (Voltron), Space Caterpillars (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron), Voltron Lions, Shay (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Allura & Coran & Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro, Keith & Krolia (Voltron), Keith & The Blade of Marmora, Acxa & Ezor & Keith & Lotor & Narti & Zethrid (Voltron), Adam/Shiro (Voltron), Adam & Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt, Voltron Lions & Voltron Paladins, Lance & Lance's Family (Voltron), Hunk & Hunk's Family (Voltron), Matt Holt & Pidge | Katie Holt's Family, The Blade of Marmora & Voltron: Legendary Defender Team, Keith's Wolf & Space Mice (Voltron), Allura & Coran & Hunk & Keith & Keith's Wolf & Krolia & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro, Keith's Father/Krolia (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Sentient Voltron Lions, Lions have names, Galra Keith (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Socially Awkward Keith (Voltron), Nonbinary Pidge | Katie Holt, Keith & Pidge | Katie Holt Friendship, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Hunk & Lance (Voltron) Friendship, Adam (Voltron) Lives, Protective Adam (Voltron), Gay Adam (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron) is a Good Friend, Protective Hunk (Voltron), Space Dad Shiro (Voltron), Gay Disaster Shiro (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) is a Mess, Protective Shiro (Voltron), Bisexual Allura (Voltron), I made lore for this, i might regret writing this, Not Canon Compliant, Defenestrate the cannon story, Quintessence (Voltron), Quintessence-Sensitive Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Has Magic

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46687861

#adashi #shadam #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #ao3feed #fanfic

[lem-cup-rev]

5.10 | Return to the Fright Zone

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

🌸🌸🌸

Okay, I LOVED about half of this episode.

The opening scene was SO fun. I love Netossa exposing every character’s weakness. Definitely the most interesting she’s been for me. This felt very fanfiction-y again, in that these characters have never had their personalities directly described like this before. I love the little Nate Stevenson notepad drawings.

That scene just had a wild, fun, caustic energy that told me immediately this wouldn’t be like the last episode! That energy didn’t entirely maintain, though.

I had a lot of fun with the Perfuma focus! I love how interesting she can be when they’re playing with her dichotomy between soft and serious. It was so fresh and inspiring when she made those earnest, cool statements about kindness being a strength! I love the way Catra had to confront her treatment of Scorpia too. It’s crazy satisfying for such a long-running dynamic to suddenly be spoken of explicitly. I think one thing that wasn’t as effective, though, was the tension of whether Scorpia could fight the mind control. That trope comes up in a lot of stories, and I think it can lack emotional weight because it’s not really a question of the meaning of friendship so much as a question of the rules of this particular sci-fi element.

At least we’ve proven that even under mind control, Scorpia still has the power to make emotional beats feel kind of underwhelming.

Boss-mode Scorpia and Mermista were so good!!!! The action in this episode was so exciting! (Sorry, Spinny, you kind of lost your chance to be interesting.) When they came upon Horde Prime, I thought it would turn out to be Double Trouble at first. I’ve learned my lesson about characters showing up where you wouldn’t expect them to be!

Oh, you know what might have been cool? Since Horde Prime successfully captured Adora in this episode, he could have successfully gotten the She-Ra power to activate the Heart from her, and that would be why the countdown is on now. Maybe a little missed opportunity!

Netossa said her wife was her weakness, but that’s clearly far from true. She’s more willing than anyone to fight Spinny without holding back. (That crack when she hit her ankle, oh my God.) If anything, I think it’s a really badass trait for her, though I’m not sure what it means in the themes of this story.

I liked Catra and Adora having fun with some Fright Zone memories. Getting in those precious few shipping scenes as we race to the finish!

The Bow’s dads plot was…… fine. They’re fine. Hello, George and Lance. Still not adding much of what I like to the show, I see. Carry on.

I like that Friends of Mara is like Friends of Dorothy. 🏳️‍🌈

I don’t know why but I laughed when Shadow Weaver suddenly appeared and said “We know where it is.” Her manner of speaking is just so over-the-top, it came out of nowhere.

I can’t believe I only have two viewing sessions left! We are coming up on the end so fast, and the consistency is getting real messy again. One way or another, I hope the ending of the series is a really interesting experience!

Next time: Back to Mystacor!

#review #no spoilers #episode #3⭐️ #she ra and the princesses of power #she-ra and the princesses of power #spop