#shiro is a bop

[owldart]

commission for the lovely @madmud2730!! enjoy your brainrot old man karaoke, i know i am

commission inspired by this song!

[shirokoi]

i am straight and have a healthy spine

[monterraverde]

//These Juno versions of the professors battle theme rewrote my brain chemistry

[klaissance]

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY:

lance walks around singing and dancing lowkey constantly and he unironically enjoys “yes, and?” so he’ll like strut around bopping and then just be shouting YES, AND

and everybody else gets to play the “what is the most ridiculous thing we can get lance to yes and” game

so pidge and hunk (and he’s not proud of it but shiro sometimes too) will just like,,, ask yes or no questions at lance across the room and he can’t hear them cause he’s too busy jamming head empty only ariana, and if they time it right it’s really excellent

reigning champ of the game so far is the time hunk sighed and was like “lance,,, do you wish keith would just kiss you on the mouth already” and lance threw his head back and was like “YES! AND! SAY THAT SHIT WITH YOUR CHEST!! AND!!!”

thats it thank you for coming to my ted talk

[atlasarcana]

lance - slutpop girly. sabrina carpenter espresso. ayesha erotica. he's still on million dollar baby. has a spiritual connection to bruno mars and silk sonic. bad bunny and rosalia

hunk - got emotionally invested in megan thee stallion's career. probably likes disco revival bands like jungle and other feelgood groovy stuff. likes chappel roan SO much. achingly earnest BTS army with a stan account about self-love

pidge - tyler the creator, charlie xcx during the first 2 weeks of brat summer and not after, SOPHIE, JPEGMafia, niche garage grunge noise industrial techno bands with less than 100k listeners on spotify. has saved a bunch of youtube playlists with titles like "video game bops to sploink to". knows who thelivingtombstone is

shiro - lorde and marina and the diamonds and lady gaga fan from back in the day. almost exclusively listens to those hour-long dj setlists of jazz fusion where there's a dude drinking matcha with a bunch of plants in the background. doesn't know individual songs very well. always reacts positively to new music and then forgets to save it

keith - inherited a bunch of cds and his dad's old walkman and only uses them, not even in a chic gen-z return to physical media way, but in a begrudging refusal to get a smartphone way. prog rock. prog rock. the band Yes. pink floyd, pj harvey, jeff buckley

[thaliagrayce]

i've been talking abt my voltron playlists and @iveofficiallygonemad asked to hear them and i want to share with anybody who wants!! i know they're not perfect, i'm working on them & trying to make them better. if you have any recommendations for any of them, let me know!! there's like A Lot and i want to give a lil explanation for most of them, so i'm putting them under the cut ^-^

SO first i have my favorite one <3 it's just. all of them. it's the whole team. it's a mess and it's a bunch of different genres because it's them fighting over the aux cord on a road trip. it's them trying to make each other laugh or annoy each other or play something catchy enough it will infect everyone in the vicinity with brain worms.

Hunk: i'm pretty happy with my Hunk playlist! chill vibes. he strikes me as the kind of guy who listens to calm music to try to find his own calm, and that's what i got here :)

Pidge: this is messier and less cohesive than my usual playlist because frankly i think pidge would have a shit taste in music. all over the board. this is a mix of meme songs and 8-bit covers and vocaloid and stuff that i think pidge would genuinely connect with, and i think pidge listens to all their music on shuffle without any regards for genre or mood because they're a gremlin. nobody gives pidge sole control of the aux.

Coran hears 80's music for the first time and loses his mind. He thinks ABBA is humanity's single greatest achievement.

Lance: i have ideas about where I'm going with this but haven't really settled yet. Lance seems like the kind of boy that loves to dance (is that canon? i forgot) so most of these are Bops That Make You Move in some way or another. he likes to present an upbeat face to the world, so there's no angsting in this playlist! we are clinging to the things that make us happy with both hands until our knuckles turn white!

Keith: i'm gonna be honest. i made him a playlist but i honestly don't think he cares about music very much. it's very important to some people! he's just not one of them! i haven't cracked this playlist open in a while but i'm pretty sure it's full of songs that i think he would conceivably train/work out to.

Shiro: this playlist involves the dumbest headcanon i have for shiro that has just not left me alone since i first thought of it. most of the playlist reflects the fact that he had an emo phase in middle school (that one isn't a headcanon, you just have to look at him to know) but BUT there are a few songs on here that are on here because. little known fact. he also went through a Twilight phase that he told nobody about. (keith knows. keith was there.) he has the entire twilight soundtrack memorized. he moved past the story but the music stays forever. he used to daydream about slow dancing to Flightless Bird, American Mouth. the first time Coran mentions that they have to avoid a place because there's a supermassive black hole there, he has to bite his tongue in order to keep a straight face. do NOT ask me why i believe this so wholeheartedly.

Allura's playlist sucks right now. I think it's because in my heart of hearts i know that, were she on earth today, she would go fucking nuts for taylor swift. i have ambivalent feelings for taylor swift. i cannot do allura justice like this. if you see my vision and have recs as to what might actually fit her, PLEASE.

Klance: i haven't done it yet but i'm gonna go through this and sort it to be a sort of progression of their relationship, starting with the more combative Rivalry songs, then slipping into "oh shit oh shit" songs, then maybe ending on the more lighthearted purely romantic songs <3

(i have two songs in a shallura playlist which does not at all encapsulate how much i'm obsessed with them. the tiny cop inside my head is just constantly screaming at me that i'm going to get yelled at for liking shallura. i am going to kill the cop inside my head.)

[whattheshark]

MY PINNED!!

name: johnny/boss

pronouns: it/its

tags: sillies, photo, art, video, fish facts, fintastic, txt, gif, home

i made REALEST shark playlist also btw. link HERE :3 i will also list out the songs on it ^-^ will be updated when i add more songs

TRACK LISTING:

A World Of Madness - Akira Yamaoka

Sunny - Boney M.

Palmtree Panic "P" mix - Sega Sound Team

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

Thingumybob - Paul McCartney & Black Dyke Mills Band

Save Theme [re1] - Capcom Sound Team

Metallic Madness "G" mix - Sega Sound Team

Barefoot in the Park - Shiro Sagisu

Easy Lovers - Piero Piccioni

Tidal Tempest "P" mix - Sega Sound Team

Null Moon - Akira Yamaoka

Sea, Swallow Me - Cocteau Twins

Fingerbib - Aphex Twin

Tidal Tempest "G" mix - Sega Sound Team

Symphony for a Spider Plant - Mort Garson

Summer's Day Song [Instrumental] - Paul McCartney

Hold On, Please! - Louie Zong

You Don't Have to Walk A Begonia - Mort Garson

Misato - Shiro Sagisu

Quartz Quadrant "P" mix - Sega Sound Team

Minty Fresh - Louie Zong

Lunch Box / Odd Sox - Wings

Up and Down - Judy Singh

Dry Hands - C418

The Orb Of Dreamers - The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra

Frozen Japanese - Paul McCartney

2010 Toyota Corolla - 2003 Toyota Corolla

Secret of the Forest - Yasunori Mitsuda

Subwoofer Lullaby - C418

Cuff Link - Wings

Infinite Realm of Incomprehensible Suffering - Clown Core

Front Parlour - Paul McCartney

An Old Smile - Macabre Plaza

Deep Swim - Windows 96

This Is My Beloved - Mort Garson

Cat - C418

Hot As Sun / Glasses - Paul McCartney

Bip Bop Link - Wings

Late afternoon drifting - The Caretaker

Love Psalm - Akira Yamaoka

カリンバ - Kikiyama

ひなたぼっこ - Kikiyama

Left Bank Two - The Noveltones

OH! TENGO SUERTE - Masayoshi Takanaka

Green Hill Zone - Sega Sound Team

Chirp - C418

Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russ Morgan

BANANA SHAKE [SPED UP] - HUS

Lovefool - The Cardigans

Honey Pie [Instrumental] - The Beatles

Victory Theme from Mario RPG - Yoko Shimomura

Roll Me In - Katamari Damacy Sound Team

Quartz Quadrant "G" mix - Sega Sound Team

FALLIN' LOVE, AND - Hirokazu Tanaka

Battle Against a Weird Opponent - Hirokazu Tanaka

Moon & Prince - Katamari Damacy Sound Team

LEASE - Takeshi Abo

Chris - C418

We don't have many days - The Caretaker

GLASS CHIME - INOYAMALAND

Wii Chess in the Park - Gabriel Gundacker

Walking on a Star! - Katamari Damacy Sound Team

Pet Sounds - The Beach Boys

Snowman [From Earthbound] - The Versions

Front Porch - Jay Tholen

Mom and Cooking and Stuff - Shane Mesa

All you are going to want to do is get back there - The Caretaker

[headspacedad]

@wooyoungbites

Imma do the thing

Knock Back by Jaxson Gamble - a true Ryou, VLD Shiro's twin brother song from my AU ideas

before I even realized I was going to get into kpop there was Jackson Wang and 100 Ways

I Don't Understand But I Luv U by Seventeen is possibly one of the sweetest exchanges between fans and singers I've ever heard of. Story is: an international fan wrote it in the comments to the kpop group, that they didn't speak korean but they loved the group and their music, and the group fell in love with that and made an entire song in reply about it. Which, as a fanfic writers, yeah, that's the way it goes.

not even gonna apologize. Style by Taylor Swift. Not only is it a bop but I LOVE the idea of two people that won't commit but can't stay away from each other and the way she easy laughs when admitting that she knows he cheats because she does too - red flags irl but delicious in fiction

Footloose by Kenny Loggins because sometimes you just GOTTA crank up something and dance until your chest stops hurting.

There are so many of you that follow me that have such fun tastes in music so I'm not going to tag and maybe miss someone that wants to play. SHARE your songs with me, gang! I'll listen to every single one. Even, and especially, the 'silly' ones.

Also Back Door by Stay Kids kicks ass.

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up then tag 5 people

i was tagged by @wooyoungisbaby !! thank you isak 😄

1. Back Door by Stray Kids

2. First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes

3. Fireproof by One Direction

4. Think About Me by dvsn

5. Virtual Aerobics by Wallows

i just picked my likes playlist because i wanted to give yall whiplash but these are all pretty tame. (shoutout to Did It To Myself by orla gartland, which would have been next and is an absolute bop)

i'll tag @fantasticdeanna @stealthatsweater @headspacedad and @halavibe - and anyone else who wants to join!! tag me so i can see ☺️

[willadisastercry]

When the dust clears and you almost wish it hadn’t...

tw: emetophobia warning (brief but there), depictions of being trapped/pinned, broken bone, head injury, blood, threat of being crushed, threat of drowning.

The paladins respond to a distress signal on a foreign planet and make quick work of getting its civilians to safety, but on their last sweep surface side, shit hits the fan. Pidge and Lance are hurt but Shiro is trapped and can’t help them. On top of that, the conditions they’re stuck in are only getting worse. With no access to the coms and no tools to help them, the trio is forced to get creative and make some sacrifices.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Dust rained down in a continuous sheet, the tiny particles lit up in beams where the brightness of the day outside peaked through the mottled roof of debris now sheltering them. It seeped through their shattered visors and cacked their lungs making whatever ragged breaths they took after they realized they’d finally stopped falling harsh and desperate.

Shiro was the only one who hadn’t been knocked out after the initial collapse, more just dazed in momentary shock from the suddenness of it all, his visor most in tact and his com emitting static output that would catch a few garbled words every now and then.

The planet they were on had sent out a distress signal when the galra outpost stationed in their solar system had somehow managed to pull their moons out of alignment, and like on earth, their moons had significant influence over their tides.

Before they arrived, the land had only been hit by minor floods but as soon as voltron and the castleship entered their atmosphere, the unruly currents ramped up tenfold and small tremors could be felt from somewhere deep underground.

The abnormal weather phenomena hadn’t yet delved into anything seismic, just tidal, but they’d only been planet-side for ten minutes before alarms started blaring and the locals emerged from their homes frantic and scared.

Evacuation via lion had actually gone relatively smoothly, the paladins able to relocate the citizens before the trembles of the shifting plates became truly dangerous.

It had started off pretty tame, the rumblings far between and only enough to shake the windows and trees. But they steadily amplified the longer the evacuation went on until shaking became shuddering and soon trees were swaying and buildings were groaning.

After everyone was loaded onto the castle outside of the planets orbit Pidge flew the green lion flew back down to the surface stowing Lance and a lionless Shiro. They were in charge of carrying out the final sweep to check for stragglers, though the only thing they’d actually found was themselves caught in the height of a particularly large quake.

They were in the city center attempting to make it back to Green who was stationed at the beginning of the tree line on the outskirts of the city, antsy and waiting. But they would never get there because the intense trembling brought them to the knees before they’d even caught sight of the lion.

It would’ve been alright if the solid ground they thought they were on was truly as solid as it appeared, but it wasn’t, because the cracks splitting the pavilion open splintered towards them before they could even cry out and then the last thing they could hear was a roar almost as deafening as the sound of the planet ripping apart beneath their feet.

The fall wasn’t long or else they wouldn’t be alive to choke on the sheer amount of crap in the air, their helmets not surviving the broken bits of sediment that accosted them on the decent, cracking their visors and damaging their com systems.

Though cumbersome and clunky, their paladin armor was also sturdy and could withstand the weight of the rubble they were more or less sandwiched in. Their suits were ultimately what saved their lives in the initial collapse but it beat their human bodies to hell in the process.

Their senses returned with the panic of not being able to breathe, the moment they realized the ground beneath them was rough with rubble and uneven uprooted earth that wasn’t quite earth audible, marked by disoriented cries of surprise at the debris still falling while the quake that brought them down tapered out.

Pidge and Shiro came back to themselves first, raucous coughs pulling each other to reality over their ringing ears as they worked to clear the soot from their mouths and lungs. It was hard work. The air was dense with all kinds of minuscule specks of ruin that silenced them for a good minute while they struggled against the dryness in their throats.

It was Pidge who tried to move first. She was slumped over a chunk of what used to be a stone pillar from the building that was sucked into the chasm of non-earth along with them, her legs tucked awkwardly beneath her. She stopped abruptly to let out a strangled wail when she went to push herself up.

She hadn’t felt much of anything when she first woke up, just incredibly dazed as she fought to open her eyes under the layer of dust encrusting them. But when she put pressure on her arms she discovered that something was seriously wrong with one of them, collapsing back onto the jagged piece of stone to writhe as pain shot through to her shoulder and seized her back.

“Pidge?”

She barely registered the crackle of a low voice from somewhere nearby, her mind entirely consumed by panicking over the pain she was in as well as the unknown regarding the extent of the injury.

“Pidge is that you? Are you okay?”

It clicked then that it was Shiro speaking but she didn’t have air in her lungs to produce any answer other than a panicked whimper, too afraid to lift herself off of the injured limb to see the damage and incite another wave of agony. She didn’t have enough air to handle that again, sucking down what she could in too large of quantities for such a limited supply.

Shiro was going through a similar mental battle, though the first thing dawning on him as he registered his new surroundings was that Pidge needed help, not his own physical wellbeing. So naturally, he’d tried to get up as soon as he heard her call out only to discover he couldn’t move much because he was sprawled on his back amongst an ever growing pile of debris, his prosthetic arm likely crushed to shit under a sizable slab of stone with smaller chunks pressing against his chest and legs.

He was sufficiently stuck, pinned in place and unable to get to her but forced to listen as her anguished sounds continued.

“Pidge I’m trapped, I can’t—shit, I can’t get to you. And I don’t have visual confirmation from Lance yet so you’re gonna have to work with me here... talk to me, where are you hurt? How bad does it look?”

The sound she contrived then was like the ones before, except not for her own misery, not entirely at least. Because that meant there was still no sign of life from Lance which meant there was a very real concern that there wouldn’t be which left Pidge having to pull herself together and search for him since Shiro was otherwise incapacitated.

This would be sucky and not ideal at all, but necessary.

”Pidge?!”

Logic told her that bones mend and that pain was fleeting. That agony would be temporary, fear too, and once she found Lance it would be better, bearable at least.

And so with that resolve she willed her breathing to slow enough to form a coherent statement.

“It’s my arm,” she huffed quickly, the shrillness in her voice evidence of the severity of the injury.

“Okay, can you move? Is there something on top of you?” Shiro asked calmly, his voice level and sympathetic.

“No, I’m on top of it... if-if I move again—“

“Take a breath, it’s probably broken.”

Clearly, but Pidge was already ten steps ahead, her brain grappling with the notion of whether stabbing pain meant safe compounded fracture or gruesome and bloody and open fracture that would make her sick if she even caught sight of her own arm like that.

She shuddered violently at the thought and bit back a gasp when it jostled whatever lay beneath her.

“You’re okay, just breathe... are you sitting or laying down?”

Still so calm, somehow. So incredibly practical and disarming. It was almost unnerving how well he could do that, compartmentalize everything.

“S-sitting, sort of.”

“How?”

Awkwardly, Shiro. The man might be terrifyingly apt at rationalizing the impossible but seemed utterly incompetent in predicting the obvious.

“Folded over a rock and using it as my pillow... all my weight is on it—on my arm,” she ammended with a gulp.

Shiro took his precious time turning this information over in his head and the radio silence almost had Pidge worrying he’d passed out until his voice came back somehow even more blunt and pragmatic than before.

“That’s better actually. What I need you to do is hold your arm in place with your good hand, press it to your chest and use your shoulder to lean on as you sit back again. It should be less agitating that way—“

Shiro’s gentle instruction was cut off by Pidge’s cry as she sat up and away from the slab of stone like he recommended, her vision whiting as she cradled her arm against herself.

When she could see properly again she found her curiousity too overwhelming and spared a look at the mangled limb.

It was both better and worse than she had imagined. The forearm component of her armor was hanging on in pieces and clearly displayed the horrifying mess that lay under what remained. No skin was broken, but the tip of her bone was very visibly poking the already swelling flesh where the middle of her forearm sported a new joint.

The sight was overwhelming and her breaths soon came in short pants, the threat of passing out suddenly very real.

“Good Pidge, that was great. Take a couple deep breaths for me while you adjust,” he asked gently, his voice taking on a more solemn tone now.

She already knew what was coming next and began rearranging her legs beneath her, several deep breaths required to clear the black dotting her vision before she was confident she could stand testing their strength without them turning jelly.

“I know you’re in a lot of pain right now, but you need to find Lance... I’m not mobile and I haven’t heard him yet.”

���Already... on it,” she panted as she leaned on her knees before coming to a shakey stance.

The lighting was sparse in the pocket of nothing that the pavilion collapsed into after the fissure opened, barely enough to make out the terrain in front of her and then some. So she made her way slowly, toeing rocks and larger slabs before proceeding, checking for stability with every step as she slinked across the unnatural landscape.

“Follow my voice... I can hear you now... watch out for the crap still falling...”

Finding Shiro wasn’t difficult when his voice carried so well through the wreckage, even despite the shifting fauna and bits still crashing down and settling.

There hadn’t been another quake in the time that they’d woken up, but that only made finding Lance that much more important. If he hadn’t responded yet then it was more than likely he was pretty hurt, which would be even more dangerous for him to be alone if the rubble decided to rearrange itself.

“Hey...” Shiro laughed pitifully as she ducked under a slanted piece of stone to get to him.

Pidge saw his predicament immediately, he was looking at her from where he was propped up one elbow, his metal arm wedged underneath a piece of stone bigger than he was.

“Well, that’s not good,” she stated before coming down hard on one knee, clutching her arm extra close as she lowered herself to the floor for a better look.

“Let me see your arm,” he ordered in his leader voice, a futile attempt to deflect from his own issues.

“My arm is snapped, let me see if you still have one,” she countered expertly, pushing away his searching hand after once he’d laid back down try and examine the disfigured appendage now securely in her lap.

He sighed in defeat. Pidge had too many years of experience dodging brotherly coddling with Matt to concede to Shiro’s fretting and let him distract from her own triage efforts.

“How bad? Can’t really tell from this angle...”

“I’m not seeing much but there is quite a bit of space between the floor and the rock still so that’s kind of promising for the integrity of the prosthetic... let me get this crap off though—“

“No, you’re hurt don’t push yourself, it’s fine.”

But Pidge acted as if she hadn’t heard him and began to remove the rocks, turning over the more meager pieces of broken stone from his chest with her good hand.

“Pidge, it’s okay. I’m not hurt and you need to save your energy to look for—“

“Wait! Shut up...”

“Excuse me?!”

“Shhhh!”

Pidge held her hand up to Shiro’s face as she closed her eyes and listened for something. Shiro only heard a faint whooshing and a steady trickle until it happened again. A very guttural but human moan.

“Lance! Shit.”

“Go, he’s gotta be close, he was just beside me when we fell...”

Pidge moved swiftly, more nimble than she could’ve thought possible as she maneuvered around the rubble with only one arm to steady her.

“Lance, call out!”

Every time she moved her arm throbbed horribly, but slowing down was not an option, not when another quake was due and could occur at any moment.

“If you can hear me I need you to make a sound, throw something, anything!”

Her repeated shouts are what in the end got him to groan again, the sound of her pointed words coming closer making the pressure in his skull swell exponentially.

“That’s it, keep making noise...!”

As he tried to wake up and open his eyes he only succeeded in making himself more disoriented, the world seeming to spin even with his eyes squeezed shut.

It dawned on him then that closing his eyes when he had absolutely no idea what sort of life threatening situation he may or may not be in was a sort of really bad idea. He had no clue how he was oriented, no grasp of what was up or down, how his body was positioned, if he was hurt or not. He wasn’t even entirely sure he was alive but the second heart beat on the side of his head seemed to eventually convince him he was.

“Lance?!”

But then again the agony swirling around in his brain didn’t seem to care if it was stupid to close his eyes, nor did the intensity of the light above him that burned his retinas when he attempted to open them.

“Call out!”

Uh, no I will not, thank you very much.

Whoever was screaming in his face needed to learn some manners and stop. The sound pierced his ears like a thousand needles and traveled to the center of the heartbeat in his skull, another pathetic moan escaping his lips as he tried to reach for the spot.

“Oh, no—no, don’t do that.”

He was sprawled on his side, limbs askew and otherwise undamaged aside from his armor appearing nearly shredded in some places with how roughly he’d been tossed around in the fray. His helmet was missing and it took Pidge a few moments to locate it, almost wishing she hadn’t once she did.

The left side was dented, the visor cracked so severely that there was nothing but a few jagged shards left of it.

“You’re okay, I’m here Lance, it’s Pidge.”

Lance didn’t care that it was Pidge, she was screaming at him and it was making him nauseous. He couldn’t understand why she insisted on being so loud when he had such a bad headache or why she held his wrist so tightly.

“You’ve got a pretty nice gash there—” she muttered, her restricting hand releasing him to turn his head to the side “—a nice few gashes, actually.”

He must have made a protesting sound at the movement because she stopped and cupped his cheek instead, using the top of her thumb to wipe the tears making their way to his chin.

“Hey, you’re gonna be alright. Can you open you’re eyes at all?”

“Mmmmm.”

“Can you try? Only for a second, I just need to see something. C’monnnn, don’t you want to see my pretty face?”

He made a softer sound then and his eyelids began to flutter as he tried to pry them open, wincing at how painful even the dim lighting was once he did.

“Good, that’s good. Okay, I’m just gonna help you out here, don’t be scared...” she said as she moved her thumb and pointer finger to prop open one eyelid at a time and keep them still so she could get a good look.

His pupils were blown which was probably why opening them hurt so bad, more light was coming in than should be which couldn’t feel nice for his clearly rattled brain.

“Kay, all done... I think you have a concussion, but nothing else seems to be wrong aside from the still gushing head and facial wounds. Can you keep your hand there do you think? ” she asked as she brought it to where the bleeding was worst and pressed down, illiciting a hiss but no other resistance as he held it place.

“Great, you’re doing so great. I know you probably feel really out of it but we need to get you over to where Shiro is... and my arms kinda busted so I can only give you one hand...”

His groaning halted for a moment to let loose a low whine as he tried to open his eyes long enough to look at what she meant, his face scrunching up with concern when he finally managed to.

“You-your arm... s’hurt...” he choked out, more a restatement than a question, his tongue unwilling and his energy spent as he tried to form something coherent.

“Yeah, as I said, busted. But don’t worry about that now, just give me your hand.”

Lance seemed a bit confused at her command so she took up the hand that was limp at his side and moved it to his lap where she could reposition her own at his elbow.

“This is gonna be a tad tricky so just work with me, okay?”

He grunted a sort of ‘uh huh’ and returned with his own grip on her upper arm.

“I’m gonna stand up and lean back, when I do you’re gonna lean forward and stand with me...” Pidge detailed as she moved his legs so that they were bent towards his chest and in front of him.

It wasn’t that he was immobile. The rest of his body was free of visible injuries but his brain and his limbs seemed to be on different frequencies for the time being, the channels of communication disconnected and not taking signals from one another making his movements sluggish and sloppy.

“Okay, ready? Alright, up we go...”

What happened next was anything other than graceful. As soon as Lance was upright he lilted into Pidge who fixed her stance as he stumbled to keep standing, his grip tight on her arm and his weight almost entirely on her hip as he held his throbbing head.

“You good? Here, arm around my neck, just don’t touch my arm... there ya go. We’ll go slow, it’s not far,” she assured as she began to walk forward, Lance following in his own sort of zigzag next to her.

They made their way excruciatingly slow. Pidge moved with care, constantly analyzing the most doable path to lead Lance into, stepping on top of and over boulder sized bits of stone as he continued on whatever even ground she could find.

It was only when she was tapping her toe behind his knee to get it to buckle that he was aware they’d made it. He hadn’t heard Pidge asking him to sit, didn’t even register her hand on his face as he fought with the terrible heat on the side of his head that threatened to make his stomach act on how unsettled it was.

He let out a breathless ‘oh’ as his butt connected with the ground, a layer of recently upturned dust rising after him. Once he was safely seated Shiro removed his hand from his back from where he’d been assisting the transition.

“Shiroo...!?!” he gushed, the word sloshing in his mouth.

“Hey, Lance.”

Though he knew his friend’s demeanor was the result of a pretty gnarly head injury, Shiro couldn’t help but let a fond smile appear at his almost childlike vocalization.

“How ya feeling?”

“Oh, not good I think, right Pidge?—yeah, really not good...”

“Concussion, I checked,” Pidge provided after Shiro took Lance’s bloody hand away from the source of the bleeding to check the damage out for himself.

“That looks painful,” Shiro sympathized before returning his hand to the spot as gently as he could.

Lance processed that his hand had made contact again about ten seconds after which seemed to send his head realing because the next moment he was choking back a gag.

“Crap, it’s alright if you need to throw up. Just get it out, don’t hold it in,” Shiro ushered, his hand moving to Lance’s arm as he doubled over himself, his throat clenching against the bile rising and he sputtered.

He was sufficiently out of sorts and could hardly hold on to a coherent thought but he knew that he did not want to throw up. Not here in front of his friends, especially Shiro.

But the wave of nausea that was making his stomach cramp and his head throb was overshadowed by the sound of something crashing, like a stack of precariously placed objects falling over abruptly except much louder and followed by a sustained gush.

“Shiro..?”

The trepidation in Pidge’s voice made her sound so much younger, like how she did before Shiro left for Kerberos.

At the same time that fear erupted in his friend’s chests, saliva welled up in Lance’s mouth and he let out a pitiful sound, the new commotion having him seeing stars with how angrily his head pulsed from it.

“It’s probably just rubble settling, can you see anything?”

Pidge moved towards the biggest source of light from where the surface above them split apart, the scene hazy through clouds of dust and substantially obscured by larger breakages of sediment. She lifted herself onto her toes to try and makes sense of the destruction around them.

“No...”

Pidge couldn’t see much through the chalky blackness, just hints of structures here and there.

“There’s nothing there—oh.”

The gushing sound seemed to pull to the forefront of the concerning noises then, like a geyser of something had erupted and was emptying itself out into the chasm that had opened up beneath them and swallowed them down. This was concerning for a lot of reasons.

“Yeah, never mind we are so fucked.”

Lance wasn’t even trying to follow the progression of events going on around him, listening intently enough to make sense of a single sentence worsening the pressure behind his eyes while he stomach continued to flip.

The acid taste coming up his throat was putrid, but mixed with a grating layer of dust irritating the back of his throat, the presence of it while already massively disoriented was overwhelming.

“What is it?-crap Lance. It’s okay. You’re okay,” Shiro soothed, his hand secure on the other boy’s back while his frame shook from retching so hard.

“Pipe must’ve burst, well I guess not a pipe, more like a main...”

“A main? As in a water main?”

“Yes,” Pidge deadpanned, using her good hand to steady herself against a taller shred of stone as she continued evaluating just how fucked they were.

Shiro gulped, convinced he could actually feel the tons of weight on top of his foreign prosthetic growing heavier the longer he remained wedged under it.

“How much is coming in?”

He could hear it clearer now, like the rumble in your ears when wind rushed past them.

“Too much...”

With a hiccoughing whine, Lance pitched forward, nearly collapsing into the puddle of his own sick as he continued to gag.

“Woah, okay! You’re alright, I’ve got you... just do what you have to do bud.”

Shiro’s free hand on the center of Lance’s chest was the only thing keeping him upright as he worked through the rolling waves of dizzying nausea.

Pidge spared a cursory glance towards her friend, watching how his shoulders worked as he heaved for a moment before returning back to her internal spiral.

“Coms are wrecked but they’re out of range so it’s not like that really matters anyway... the air is pretty thin already, but the longer we’re down here the less viable o2 there’s going to be... and the crater we’re in is flooding so the more pressing issue is—”

“Pidge,” Shiro drawled slowly, his tone placating as he watched her pace back and forth, images of Matt doing the same thing surfacing in his mind as she did.

She might resemble her brother in appearance but their personalities for the most part could not be more opposite. Though during his time in the castle of lions Shiro had found that they actually share a lot of the same nervous mannerisms.

He knew Pidge probably had no idea how similar their actions are and he’s sort of glad only he does, suspecting the knowledge would only make her sad.

The only issue with this discovery is the fact that even though her reaction isn’t new to Shiro, dealing with it was, and once Pidge’s mind started working it was hard to get it to stop.

Lance was winding down then. His breaths still heavy and uneven, the stream of blood down his neck and front steady as ever, but he wasn’t gagging anymore.

“You’re arm is... fucked, my arm is fucked, and Lance’s head! Oh god, this is—“

“Calm down, we can figure this out.”

She spun on him abruptly enough that Shiro was scared for a second she might’ve given herself whiplash.

“Calm down?! How do you expect me to do that when we’re going to be underwater in an hour, hell maybe even a couple of minutes?!”

Lance’s shoulders seemed to slump somehow further from the volume of her voice and Shiro took a second before launching into his response to help him sit back on his heels and away from the vomit.

“No, I’m going to be underwater. You and Lance are going to start walking, climbing, whatever it is you have to do to get to higher ground—“

“Yeah okay, fuck that. We’re not leaving you—uh buh bah, save whatever case you were gonna make because I’ll promptly stop listening.”

The visage of Matt retreated entirely with Pidge’s indiscretion, her words seeding with irritation as she shut Shiro down.

“Pidge!”

“I’m so very sorry for my attitude but you really did just pitch us leaving you to drown, are you really that surprised?”

Shiro took a practiced breath, the kind he uses to ground himself because the pit in his chest was expanding and the last thing they needed was him devolving into panic.

He eyed the way Lance swayed as he sat with his legs splayed on either side of him, his hands limp in his lap and coated in blood from the gash on his head.

“You can’t stay here, not when Lance is hurt like this.”

“Okay.”

“Huh? Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. If you want to waste your energy trying to convince me to let you die, then that’s whatever because the reality is that you’re the one stuck under a rock and I’m the only one whose mobile. This is very much my call. Sorry big guy, but we’re sticking around.”

Shiro actually laughed.

He couldn’t ignore the way that his heart filled with admiration at Pidge’s defiance but it was overwhelmed by the burden of the fact that no matter how much pride he had in her for stepping up, he was still trapped and they were still going to watch him die.

He shuddered and Lance hummed at the movement, wondering vaguely if Shiro was hurt at all before the thought disappeared and the only thing he could remember was how insanely painful the knot on the side of his head was and how heavy his aching body felt.

“M’tired... think I’m gonna... mmmh, gonna lay down,” he managed with some concentration and put his hands on the ground to brace himself but didn’t make any further moves, his face scrunching up in confusion as he struggled to figure out how to maneuver himself down when his arms were so difficult to control and his head pulsed blindingly any time he moved.

“You can’t go to sleep yet, dude. Just sit with Shiro for now, I need you to keep an eye on him for me anyway,” Pidge instructed with a grin.

Shiro huffed and narrowed his eyes but it only made her smirk widen.

“W-why? Is Shiro hurt?” Lance asked worriedly, forgetting himself entirely and attempting to twist around to see.

The gravity of the action caught up with him a beat later, the groan that bubbled in his chest ungodly.

“Easy there, hot shot, I’m okay. Just a little stuck,” Shiro assured, stilling him with a firm hand on his shoulder when the surge of pain had him tipping nearly over.

“Kay... s’good,” he noted through clenched teeth before his eyes fluttered shut and his head began to lower to his chest.

A sharp pain from where Shiro flicked the side of his cheek that wasn’t cut up and coated in blood roused Lance from his attempt to rest.

“Ow. Rude.”

“Not rude, necessary. There’s no napping on the job.”

“I’m so tired though... just wanna sleep... you guys are so mean... why can’t I just—“

“Nope. You’ve gotta keep your eyes open for me bud,” Shiro chided, shaking his shoulder gruffly enough to have his bloodshot eyes shooting open.

“But why?” he slurred, the exasperation in his whine sort of heartbreaking, “I could just nap through... the worst of this, it’d be... it’d be so nice... wouldn’t hurt so much...”

“Since when are you all about what’s easy, you’re like the most stubborn human I know?”Shiro asked, his voice full of fondness.

“And you get enough beauty rest as it is, lover boy, you’ll live if you miss a few hours.”

The rushing water filled the ambient silence while Pidge made her way back to her friends from her watch post amongst the rubble.

“Are... we?”

Lance’s voice was a broken whisper, the gravel in it a painful attribution to the stress his throat had been put under between the abuse of the acid in the bile and coarse texture of the dust.

“Are we what, Lance?”

“Live... are we gonna live?”

The gush of moving water rose up in Shiro’s ears like roaring wind again but stronger this time, effectively tunneling his attention on those words, the innocence of them.

“Of course we are—“

“I want it on the record that I, Pidge Gunderson, am making no such promises.”

“PIDGE!”

“So loud... please... shhh...” Lance cried desperately, his hands almost comically slow to rise and cover his ears.

“WHAT?! I’m being honest!”

“You’re being negative!”

“Coming from the guy who just told me to leave him for dead!”

The fire in both paladins eyes was burning so brightly Lance could’ve sworn there was an actual glow with how horribly his head was beginning to hurt from listening to them.

“Alright, I might’ve had a moment of doubt, but we can’t—“

“Stop shaking me Shiro...” Lance whimpered as he drew his knees up to his chest carefully “—it hurts... please quit it...”

This broke the two out of their heated argument.

“I’m not touching you, Lance...”

“Then t-tell whoever is... to fucking stop!”

His chest hitched pitifully when punctuating the last bit with a pleading whine had his head swimming in vengeance. If it weren’t for the stability of hugging his propped up legs so tightly he would’ve fallen over with how dizzy he was.

Pidge looked at Shiro as if he’d know any better than her what the hell he was talking about.

Unfortunately for the both of them, he did not.

“Deep breaths, Lance. You’re probably just disoriented, it’s normal for head injuries to mess with your sense of balance and equilibrium—“

“Shiro...?”

He was beginning to hate hearing his name being called when it was almost always followed by something he really wouldn’t enjoy hearing.

“Yeah, Pidge?”

But she didn’t have to continue because he felt it then.

A steady thrumming from somewhere below.

A rumble.

“Quiznak...”

[wlwvoltron]

lance: [on some alien planet] hey we can't find keith

shiro: don't worry i got this

shiro: [cups his hands around his mouth] SHE'S THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

keith, immediately: NICE BUT NAUGHTY, A HEART THAT'S PURE

shiro: found him

[rigb0ner]

Everyone's doing serious songs for Shamce and all I can think of is that one 'I'm not gay' song for Lance where it ends up with him realising he is, in fact, a homosucculent

Dude walks by me with his shirt off, and I was like“Damn bitch, you fine!”

…Fuck

I’m not gay guysThat ain’t meI’m just comfortable with my sexualitySo I can admit when I see a guyWho has a handsome face, and pretty eyesAnd a rock hard chest, and rippling absAnd the tightest ass, and those sculpted calvesAnd those bulging quads, and the perfect bodAnd ohh my god, take your pants off

Um..Fuck it

I’m gayI’m fucking gayI’m the dude wearing nail polish yelling “Hey!”I’m the dude at the party who’ll grab your butt(That’s me)And when you turn around and look at me I’ll be like “What?”Yeah!I’m gay(I’m gay)I’m hella gayI watch Zac Efron movies every SaturdayAnd normal self expression doesn’t suit me eitherThat’s why my degree is in musical theaterI’m so gay man…

[lalilacana]

K-pop groups I think that team voltron would stan

Hunk- BTS all the way

Shiro - red velvet, I can just imagine him absolutely bopping to russian roulette

Keith - blackpink, he'd probably say that it's good training music

Allura - Loona and blackpink

Lance - he probably listens to everything but especially stray kids and IVE

Pidge - twice but she'd change everything to x2 speed

[vee-is-a-clown]

Carving pumpkins or making cookies for the Halloween prompt!

Thanks for the inspo, Katel! I hope you enjoy!

I know it didn't follow it exactly but this was the best I could do.

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"I don't carve pumpkins."

"What?"

"I haven't carved a pumpkin since I was 6."

"If you think I'm gonna let you off the hook for that, you're wrong. We're doing some pumpkin carving tonight and you cannot change that fact."

Lance had pulled into their surprise date location which happened to be a pumpkin patch. Keith was serious about not carving a pumpkin since he was 6. The day after his 6th birthday, his dad decided that Keith was going to learn how to carve pumpkins. Sadly, Keith's subsequent homes didn't allow pumpkin carving. Shiro was never really into carving pumpkins and the Garrison didn't let kids carve pumpkins anyway.

It was despicable, heinous, inexcusable (if you ask Lance). He was appalled to hear the information that Keith hadn't carved a pumpkin in years. Now it would be his mission to get Keith to carve a pumpkin with him.

"I'm gonna suck at it though."

"Like I said, we're carving pumpkins tonight."

"Ok but while we're here, we're getting snacks."

"First of all, I never said that we aren't getting snacks. And second of all, the kettle corn here is really good."

Lance pointed to a quaint little stand that Keith now realized was the source of the caramel scent wafting through the air. Keith grabbed Lance's hand and walked with him over to the stalls. Lance is the one who talked to the man at the little stand while Keith stood there awkwardly, holding his hand.

"Lance! I haven't seen you in a while! Where's your family?"

"Riley! Hey! I'm only here with my boyfriend this year."

"You have a boyfriend? It feels like it was just yesterday that you and Rachel were babies. Time really does speed up when you're older."

"Yeah, it's been a while."

"So this is the boyfriend?"

Riley vaguely gestured to Keith. The old man looked kind but Keith still felt out of place. He doesn't know old people who've watched him grow up. If he does, then they aren't the type to be warm and inviting.

"Yeah, this is Keith."

Lance shuffled a little to be closer to Keith, not letting go of his hand as he did so. He looked like a proud child who just got on honor's roll. His smile could be classified as a small star with how warm it made Keith feel. Keith is hopeless.

"H-hi, um Riley"

Hopeless at a lot of things. He's a mess. Keith just stayed in his spot while Lance ordered the kettle corn, leaning his head against Lance's shoulder. He listened to them have fun, catching up, and having witty banter while Keith stood there, trying to forget the horrible first impression he just left.

They got the kettle corn and walked away, their boots clicking away on the gravel pathway. Lance started giggling as soon as they were out of earshot. The giggling turned to laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"You ate shit back there."

Keith made an indignant face. How dare Lance mock Keith's lack of social skills! Despicable. Heinous. Inexcusable. Such an evil boyfriend.

"You're so rude."

"Incorrect, I'm charming."

"That's a weird way to pronounce 'rude'."

Lance chuckled under his breath. That's when Keith struck. Keith hit him. Not hard. More like a bop. Honestly, it was funny more than anything.

Lance started laughing more.

"It's not funny!"

"Pff ahahaha, your voice cracked!"

"I hate you."

"No, you don't. You looove me."

"I thought we were here to get pumpkins."

"Yeah, we are."

"Then let's get the damn pumpkins."

They made their way past the small crowds of people who were undoubtedly families picking out pumpkins and getting fall sweets. Keith saw little kids holding candied apples and adults hauling pumpkins back to their cars. To the right, there was a large pen with pumpkins lined up in pretty rows, crates of pie pumpkins and small gourds near the entrance and exit, and a spattering of gravel covering the ground. On the left, there was a small bakery that sold apple pastries and donuts which had a canopy attached to the entire front side. Lance pulled Keith into the pen.

And thus began the torturous process of walking around, Lance holding up pumpkins, and Keith rejecting pumpkins while holding on to the kettle corn for *ahem* safety reasons.There was nothing particularly wrong with any of them but Keith wanted to be annoying. Lance was struggling to find something when he sarcasticly held up a gourd. A gourd as in one of those gourds used to create maracas.

"YES! THAT ONE!"

"You're joshing me right now."

"No, I want the gourd."

"We're not carving a gourd."

"I've already named it Gourdan Ramsay."

"Keith, no."

"Keith, yes."

"Fine but we're getting another pumpkin for you to actually carve."

"As long as we keep Gourdan, I see this as a triumph."

"Where did you even learn that from?"

"Being annoying about something and then naming it before the decision is final? Because I learned that from you."

"I don't do that."

"Last month, you found a stray cat and said that we had to foster it because you already named it Ash Ketchum."

Well he never. How could Keith do such a thing! How dare he expose Lance like that! Keith was equal parts as attached to Ash as Lance! Maybe even more!

Lance moseyed over to Keith and shoved Gourdan into Keith's hands to go grab some "carvable pumpkins". Now, looking at the gourd, it's really pretty. It has a yellow to green gradient from the bottom to the top. Perfect for brutally murdering.

Lance came back holding two medium sized pumpkins. One had a small dent in the side. The other was just slightly bigger. He smiled that warm sunny smile again like he was proud of himself.

"They're like us!"

"Huh?"

"This one's smaller and dented. I tried to find one with a cut and the dent is the best I could do. It's you."

"I see."

"This one's taller so it's me."

"And what's the point of that?"

"How could you not see the point of having pumpkin clones?"

"They'll only cause confusion in the inevitable case that we have to fight them."

"Irrelevant. It'll never happen. Pumpkin Lance would never betray me."

"That's what they all say."

"I'm going to buy the pumpkin clones whether you want them or not. Let's go."

Lance waltzed right by Keith, grabbing his arm as he walked. Not that Keith minded being dragged by Lance but the sudden tug almost knocked him over. It didn't help that he was wearing heeled boots (He likes to feel tall). He quickly readjusted and matched Lance's pace pretty quickly.

So off they went, over to the little checkout booth underneath the canopy attached to the bakery. There, they paid for the pumpkins and grabbed everything to take to the car.

The car ride was chill. It was just thirty minutes of sitting, eating kettle corn, and Lance making way too many movie references. It wasn't really any different than any other time that Keith's gotten into Lance's car.

They got back home and were able to carve the pumpkins. After this, Lance would stop bothering him about pumpkins. Instead it would be finding a suitable Halloween candy to give out. That suitable candy would be entirely Lemonheads by the way. Keith takes great pride in being evil.

They cleared off the table, set down some newspaper, and readied the pumpkins. Keith pushed his knife into the gourd.

"I didn't know you were gonna kill it!"

"I swear, If I hear another Charlie Brown reference, you're going to have to be at the end of this knife instead of Gourdan."

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[jihyeojin]

OK BUT PICTURE THIS

ALL THE PALADINS JAMMIN TO “WANNABE” FROM THE SPICE GIRLS

[mamabearcat]

I know April Fool’s is over but...

It’s morning here in Australia, and it’s already April 2nd - Good Friday in fact. I woke up after an incredibly stressful week in which I moved my family from the little unit we’d lived in for the past sixteen years to another one a suburb away, while still working retail in the evenings. So much money spent. So much stuff. So many emotions. So little sleep. So it’s not surprising that this morning I had a bizarre dream. A dream in which Inuyasha, and another movie and Easter all got mixed up together.

Kagome gave a tired sigh, doing her best to stretch out her back after folding all the clean cloth nappies from the washing line. Thank goodness Juro was nearly out of nappies - they would be needing them by the time their next baby was born. Which judging by the heaviness in her womb, really wouldn’t be too far away. Thank goodness it was just one baby this time.

The gigantic stew pot on the fire bubbled, releasing the scent of savoury vegetable soup. It smelt almost ready, and the steamed rice sitting on the edge of the fire should also be just about done. Time to call her family in for dinner. She waddled over to the doorway and braced her arms against the frame to take a deep breath, before calling out as loudly as she could.

“Juro, Kuro, Hachiro, Shichiro, Rokuro, Goro, Shiro, Saburo, Hajime, Haruko, Keiko, Natsuko, Akiko, Rini, Satsuki, Momo, Moroha and Inuyashaaaa! DINNER TIME!”

Children poured towards the doorway from where they’d been sent off to play in the forest nearby, after she’d released them from doing their afternoon chores. They eagerly ran towards her, the older ones carrying the little ones. Kagome dropped a kiss onto the top of each head as they passed through the doorway, even though her older boys squirmed a bit. Moroha came last, carrying little Juro who was rubbing his eyes sleepily, his tiny pink nose twitching at the smell of the stew.

“Cawwots Mama?” he asked, blinking at her, holding out his arms and leaning towards her.

Kagome lifted him out of Moroha’s arms with a smile. “Yes, there’s carrots in there for you my baby boy”, she grinned, ruffling his white hair, being careful of his soft ears, still a little floppy. It would probably be another six months before they stood up straight. All her children had inherited her husband’s ears, something she’d been very happy about. She bopped her son teasingly on his twitching nose. “But you have to eat the other vegetables too, if you want to grow up as big and strong as your Papa.”

She shifted the toddler over to rest on her hip as she smiled lovingly at her eldest child, Moroha, now almost sixteen summers old. Older than she’d been when she’d first met Inuyasha. It was a frightening thought in some ways - was she really this young when she’d been off fighting youkai and recovering the shards?

“Did you see your father on the way home sweetheart?” Kagome asked, watching as her family helped to spoon rice and soup into the bowls. Moroha nodded as she joined the line for dinner.

“Yeah, he was just talkin’ to Miroku, he’ll be here in a minute.”

A small scuffle broke out between the triplets over who got the largest piece of carrot in their bowl, and Kagome was quick to step in before the fight got out of hand.

“Rokuro, Goro, Shiro, behave yourselves! What would your Papa say!”

A tall shadow fell through the dooway.

“He’d say he’d hope you’re not causin’ trouble for your poor tired Mama boys, or that stew will be goin’ in my stomach instead a yours.”

The boys glared at each other, but settled down. “Sorry Papa, sorry Mama.”

“That’s better.”

Moroha filled the smallest bowl for Juro, and Kagome put him down so he could toddle over to his biggest sister, making himself comfortable in her lap as he did his best to spoon the food into his own mouth, mostly successfully with a few near misses.

Inuyasha touched his soft nose to Kagome’s in greeting, looking her over carefully. She looked exhausted. He’d been out helping Miroku with his vegetable garden today, seeing he could dig much faster than the human could, but looking at Kagome, he knew it was time to stay close to home from now on.

He helped his very pregnant wife to sit on a cushion, rubbing her back to help ease the kinks out, and she melted against him, looking over her large family with a happy sigh.

Momo spooned out rice and soup for her mother and father, and he smiled approvingly at his daughter as she brought it over to them, then sat down to finish her dinner. The room was filled with the sounds of happy eating, their children finishing up the soup and rice quickly, then turning their eyes expectantly towards their parents as they finished up their own dinner.

“No story until your dinner bowls are washed up and put away”, said Inuyasha firmly, and the children sighed, but got to their feet and lined up at the tub.

“Actually”, said Moroha softly, “instead of a story tonight, there’s something I want to say.”

Seventeen pairs of tall fluffy ears and one pair of human ones twisted towards her.

“It’s something I’ve been thinking of for a while now. And I wouldn’t be leaving straight away, not until after the new baby is born and you’re all settled in Mama. But I’ve decided, and Setsuna, Towa and Hisui are gonna come too. I can make the world a better place.”

She took a deep breath, then stood up, tearing off her typical red clothing to reveal a navy blue suikan and shorts underneath. She plopped a blue hat on her head between her long fluffy black ears. “I am going to be a police officer.”

Everyone blinked.

“What’s a police officer?” whispered Inuyasha into Kagome’s ear.

Kagome smiled with pride at her eldest child. “It’s someone who helps others and stands up for those who can’t defend themselves”, said Kagome. Inuyasha gave his eldest daughter a wide buck toothed grin.

“Well, if that’s what you wanna do, knock yourself out kiddo, I’m proud a you.”

“Wait, what? You’re not gonna try and convince me to be a carrot farmer like you?”

Inuyasha snorted. “The only reason I’m a carrot farmer is to feed you lot. Before you kids arrived, your mother and I travelled around fighting evil and helping people. So if you feel a calling to do that, who am I to stand in your way? Just steer clear of stinky wolf youkai and you should be fine.”

“Inuyasha, it’s been fifteen years since we’ve seen Kouga”, Kagome sighed. “Don’t you think you should let that go?”

“Nope. He called you his. And he stank. Grudge forever.”

Kagome rolled her eyes.

“Anyway Moroha, I agree with your Papa. We will miss you of course, but if you think this is what you want to do with your life, we’re proud of you.” She held out her arms to her eldest daughter. “Just stay safe and come home and visit us once in a while so you can tell us about your adventures.”

Moroha dropped down to hug both her parents.

“I’m so happy! So happy you’re my parents and you love me and you never went mysteriously missing without a trace leaving me with a huge debt to pay off or anything!” she sniffed.

“Uh... okay.”

Moments later Moroha was covered in a pile of brothers and sisters, all hugging and laughing and crying, saying how much they would miss their big sister.

“Aww, look at that pile of fluffy bunnies”, Kagome smiled tearfully. “I love my family so much. I just never expected there to be so many of them.”

Inuyasha hugged her tightly. “Well, that’s what you get for marryin’ me”, he whispered into her ear teasingly. “You know what they say about rabbits.”

[vldlance]

hunk is the type of man who bops way too hard to breakup songs with his amazing girlfriend who he loves very much

THIS people hear him in his room singing intense and angry breakup songs all the time and they’re like ??? shiro goes to check in on him and ask if he needs to talk about anything and hunk is like hm??? oh sorry shay and i were doing a karaoke video chat date :) hope it wasn’t too loud!!