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Studio Ghibli’s animation software will be made available via open source this month. 

That’s right…💯% free.

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“Are you…ok?”

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Pidge Ship Week 2017: Day 3 - Sacrifice

When a fanfic was emotional but amazing

GM Moodboard 10: Chapter 12: Faithful to a Fault, But Whose?

“Sifair smiled again, Stepping closer to the Blue Paladin. Wrapping her arms around him in the best hug Lance had ever received since joining this quiznacking space war. She was warm and soft all around him. Like a huge mother bear. You know that she was terrifyingly deadly, but, at the same time, she's one of the best things in the world to have at your side.

Lance wanted to cry.

"Even if no one admits that they value you, I always will. Come to me anytime, and I'll talk your ears off about how much I appreciate all that you've done Dearest. You helped saved the universe love! And...more importantly, you gave me back my son."

Lance straight up cried.”

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Chapter Song: Vitamin String Quartet - Rockabye

Narti Week 2017 - Day 3: Memories

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The earliest memory Narti had was far from pleasant.

A voice belonging to a woman ,who she would later learn was Grand Witch Haggar, was scolding her. For what, the female Galra could not remember. She did, however, remember being struck.

Blood flowing from her face.

She had been so young then. Unable and unused to living in a world without sight and speech. Terrified of the handicaps she had, seemingly, been born with.

The Witch used that to her advantage.

Narti remembered the nails on that horrid woman's gnarled hands. Filed like serrated knives, those nails had pressed into Narti's young face. Nearly, but not quite, drawing blood as the Witch pulled their heads close together  The smell of rot on the Witch too strong for Narti's heightened sense of smell, and the girl gagged. Desperate for cleaner air.

Unintentionally pushing the nails deeper into her skin.

“Little Beast!” The Grand Witch had hissed. Her scent like toxin and metal. The female Galra frantic to get away from the warm, rotten breath and sharp hands, but much too frightened to even move.

Much less run.

“Never forget you cost your mother her life, you wretched thing! You killed the only creature who could ever love you. Remember that the next time you dare disobey.”

Narti could only do as she was told.

She remembered.

Your Arab aren't you? Have you ever dated a terrorist

nah I’m not into white guys sry

*screams in Golden Madness*

Does anyone else have that one fanfiction that they’re dying to to write but it’s like, mega long and basically a whole universe, and then you’ve got head-cannons to go with that fanfiction and like fanfiction to go with that fanfiction an back-stories for every character and you get frikin’ feels about that universe and it’d be the most coolest thing if you could just be bothered to frikin’ write it.

MHA 362 Web Weave (Spoilers)

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What it says on my college application: Personal interests include writing, reading, drawing, and literature/film analysis.

What I mean: I write fanfiction, I read fanfiction, I draw fanart, and I analyze the holy hell out of my books, movies, and TV shows to the point of maniacal obsession.

Lotidge Ship Week: Day 4 - Enchanting

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“Uh? Voltron to Lotor? Voltron to-“

“I heard you the first time Lance.” Lotor grumbled as he took another swing of Nunvil. Stupid Voltron. Stupid Alteans. Stupid alliances with their stupid formal-

“Ok, ok. Just checking Mr. Grumpy Galra. Jeez, you’ve been glaring into space for half a Varga now man.” Well…the Red (or was it Blue now? Blast it, its all too confusing at the moment) Paladin wasn’t entirely wrong. Lotor was, indeed, very grumpy.

But he hadn’t been glaring at nothing.

“Says the one sulking with over Keith.”

“Hey! I’m not sulking!”

“Sure, and I’m not trying to get drunk Lance.”

More specifically, he had been glaring at the little woman that had taken up far too much of his thoughts as of late.  A point further proven by the three empty Nunvil glasses next to him. Ah. 

The Green Paladin.

The two had developed a sort of…relationship as of late. Touches lingered. Lips occasionally touched. Eyes would soften.

But what were they?

What did she think of him? Just what was keeping them dancing around each other like this? Lotor didn’t know and he hated being left in the dark like this.  

Hated being so enamored with her.

His eyes never left her, as she stood there in the distance. Clothed in a pale purple dress that made his blood boil with every sort of blushing red feeling Lotor swore he’d never let himself feel. A sleeveless lilac two-piece with strips of black velvet holing the short shirt and long billowy skirt together. Slivers of warm, freckled skin shining through the gaps. Etherial and enchanting.

Talking with other men.

The sight had his fangs grinding against each other. Seeing her smile up at diplomats. Seeing their eyes linger on her skin. Lotor had half a mind to chew the Altean Princess out for introducing Pidge to these foreign diplomats. Ugh, he didn’t like this.

Not in the least.

He didn’t like the uncertainty. The secret tenderness between them. He wanted the ability to loop his arms around that slim waist without the fear of losing what little standing he had with her. The right to stand by her side without any chance that she might lash out at him.

Pathetic, he knows.

But what was a man to do? The Green Paladin had his heart wrapped around her little fingers. Maybe it started when those gold eyes first cut into him. Or when he saw those blasted tears streaking down her face. But either way, Lotor knew that whatever he felt for this small woman has long gone beyond a simple fascination.    

He downed his drink.

“Lotor? Where are you going?” Lance was deftly ignored in favor of Lotor making his way towards the small woman who left him so helpless.

The room only spinning slightly.

Then, in the corner of his eyes, Lotor saw the Black Paladin make way towards Pidge as well. Every nerve in Lotor’s body screaming in protest at the sight.

Damned clone.

It wasn’t that hard to figure out. But Lotor couldn’t bear to tell the rest of Voltron for fear of being booted out. Their trust in that copy of their leader greater than their trust in him. Though complications really started arising when Lotor found that the clone’s eyes never strayed far too long on a certain Paladin.

Which Lotor couldn’t exactly fault the thing for.

Pidge was, at least by Galran standards, an ideal, tempting mate. Young and clever. Her size never impeding her battle prowess. Small and lithe like a knife.

Never failing to excite him.

Beautiful and deadly in such a breathtaking way Lotor want to snatch her up in his arms and snarl at every male that came too close. That being said, as soon as Pidge was within an arm’s reach, Lotor pounced.

Wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Join me for a stroll, won’t you?” He didn’t look at her as he asked, choosing, instead, to glare triumphantly at that clone’s dumbfounded expression. The copy’s expression immediately souring. 

Before whisking her away completely.