ummm-idc:

once I asked this guy who sits next to me in chem why he always has hair ties on his wrist even though he has short hair and he responded by saying “Well my boyfriend has long hair so I keep them in case he wants to put his hair up” and you can’t tell me lance wouldn’t do that


lanceville:

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OMG YOU’RE RIGHT KIGVWEOIBKERBVE HE’S SO CUT E


eryen-art:

It’s been like drawing the real YOI fandom 😂

PD: I’m a Otayuri Angel too 😂

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gentle roar

amezure:

crystallizingclearasday:

✞☯ follow for more soft voltron ☯✞

(based on that cool thing @tane-p did, linked above)

Music Box Voltron is everything I’ve ever wanted

I never knew I needed that

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yunaidesu:
“ Yuzuru: Don’t worry Pooh, we’ll bring the gold home. Now, let me give a gentle massage to you.
Brian: This boy is always serious about showing his love to the bear.
Kikuchi san: I know, right?
Tracy: Accept it already guys, he’s cute...

yunaidesu:

Yuzuru: Don’t worry Pooh, we’ll bring the gold home. Now, let me give a gentle massage to you.
Brian: This boy is always serious about showing his love to the bear.
Kikuchi san: I know, right?
Tracy: Accept it already guys, he’s cute that way 😊

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dylanmarron:
“Cecil & Carlos.
Photo credit: @emmastory
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dylanmarron:

Cecil & Carlos.

Photo credit: @emmastory


Q
Oh my god I wanna hear more about this dads of marmora au lol
Anonymous
A

saintdri:

One time Kolivan walks in to find Thace crying and sharpening his weapons. 

The most he gets out of him is a teary “I think Keith has a date”


sp-acekids:

Things that I want more of:

Marmora raised Galra Kieth and papa Thace

tbh im so sad that I found this show so late. i missed all the theories of keith’s parents and now im stuck with this canon southern dude when i could have spent all this time believing in papa Thace and tiny, japanese mama kogane with all my heart…

i spent the drive to class this morning thinking about little human mama kogane being the pilot of another mission intercepted by the galra.

meeting thace and falling in love with this deceptively sweet undercover Galra man who tries his best to keep whats left of her crew alive and safe from the guards that like to rough them up to pass the time.

somehow they find the time to get her pregnant, she’s a regular little spit fire hotshot pilot and she loves mouthing off to the other guards and he’s beside himself because wow she’s great but holy shit that mouth is going to get her in so much trouble and it does.

haggar and the druids have been studying her and the rest of the crew since this is probably their first encounter with humans? idk, in my head her crew was like practice for what happened to shiro and his cybernetic arm. anyway thats how they realize she’s pregnant

they don’t realize the baby’s half galra tho, they think she was pregnant when she got there cause she’s pretty far along when they start these tests because the druids are evil scientists and they’re just like lets see how hard you can squeeze until it pops,

and that puts the baby in danger so she has to get out of there. she’s already decided she’ll die for this kid no question

so Thace coordinates an escape, sets up an escape pod and gives her the coordinates to the Marmora outpost

and honestly i really want to write and draw tiny bad ass human mama kogane heavily pregnant with baby keith escaping from the Galra, shooting and flying like a freaking ace because Keith had to get his pilot skills from somewhere, all the way to the Marmora outpost while she’s pm in the middle of labor.

I don’t even know how that timeline would work but i love it??

and once she gets to the outpost she’s in full on labor right?

she stumbles out of the pod and Ulaz, who’s probably received updates from Thace about this resilient little human pilot that he’s totally gone over and is like just ‘holy shit, what do?’ so she coaches him through the delivery cause she’s the definition of badass, and she finally gets to hold her little ass kicker and she knows what he’ll be a part of, knows what he’ll do and she also knows that she won’t be there to see him do it

but it’s ok cause she watches Ulaz clean him up so carefully and tenderly with this spellbound look in his eyes because it’s been so long since any of the Galra have seen children and there’s something hopeful about watching something so pure and innocent be born in the midst of war and she knows that her kid will be fiercely protected by the alien resistance

She tells him to name him Keith after her brother and her copilot who didn’t survive the druids experiments and she kind of just slips away because you have to kill your darlings.

I’m just saying this sounds better that whatever explanation they’re planning to give me for Tim Mcgraw over there…. (even though mama galra is a super awesome idea :))) )


winterysomnium:

Collision Course; Voltron Legendary Defender AU: Dads of Marmora; gen; 5,300+ words; PG-13; mentions of violence, tiny hints of Ulaz/Thace, but so little you have to squint with a telescope or something

Credit for this AU goes to @drisrt and this amazing picture that inspired this story. Also some lines of the dialogue are taken from the Blades of Marmora episode of Voltron.

Posted on AO3, too.

Summary:

Keith gets adopted by the Galra empire rebellion, basically.

Keith has barely three years of life on his cells, has barely grown up to his Father’s knees and into his Mother’s laugh when he’s thrown into the first sense of flying, of fleeing, of his Father solemnly reading through the coordinates Keith doesn’t understand, that Keith thinks are just a pretty game of lights, lights that remind him of his Mom’s knife.

He’s holding it, holding onto it, tries to find the connection between the numbers and the faintest of glows, illuminating the insides of his fingers, misses how his Dad flinches when he asks: “When will Mom catch up to us?” already sleepy, already curling up beneath the safety straps of his seat.

Gently, his Father’s jacket is tucked around him and the scent is the lullaby that sings him into dazed, motionless dreams, the remnants of home, the flickers of the unknown.

(He sleeps through the harsh descent, the crib of his Father’s arms, the hushed ambush, the quietest of heists.)

He sleeps through it all.

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