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I tried something new! It’s B99 inspired and ya’ll might just hate it but I had fun making it

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IDOL choreography 

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Reblog if

You will support your favourite member if and when they come out and/or admit to be dating a person because it is their life and you have no control over it and not be a little shit and hate on them or their S/O or ask them to break up.

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This video is pure shite. They skip over everything that Emma or anyone on their side has to do and only focus on what they want to here. And don't even get me started on the comments.

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"Split in two"

Ok so this is my first fic, please go easy on me. However in saying that feed back and advice would be nice.

Voltron Fanfic  

Allura stood at the window looking out at the endless space. The rest of the paladins were down in the cargo bay with the Blade waiting for Lotor’s arrival. Allura had returned to her room to change out of her paladin armour and into her diplomatic dress. But she just couldn’t bring herself to move. Her skin was still damp from the hydraulic shower and her hair was bundled in a turban on her head, but she noticed none of this as the old Altean magic that had been released in her fight against Haggar split her mind in two. She saw… felt, how does one describe what she was going through? It didn’t matter because now her worst fear had been realised. Zarkon was alive and more powerful than ever.  

Allura watched her reflection in the window, sad and weak. Anger fumed inside her and she slammed her fist against the wall. Shots of blue lightning charred where she hit. Here she was, the princess, no; the Queen of an almost extinct race. Only four alteans in the whole universe and two of them are monsters. Haggar’s true face appeared in her mind, gloating at her, pitying her. She hated it. She hated that she shared her chameleon abilities with a creature like her. She hated that Lotor shared in her heritage and that he would be part of Altean history.  Allura turned away from the window just as Lotor’s ship came into view. As she stormed away to finally get dressed her turban came undone on her head and her long silver hair tangled around her arms. Furious, Allura attempted to pull her arms free but she only made it worse as the wet strands clung to her like tentacles.  

Allura fell back onto her huge bed sighed in anguish. Allura’s mind began to race again as she felt sorry for herself, for the first time since she said goodbye to her father and the tears began to fall. She wasn’t a Queen. How could she be with no kingdom, no people to rule over. A disgusted laugh escaped her as she fought against herself. She didn’t need people to rule over, she sounded like Zarkon. The Alteans may be near death but there were other people who loved and respected her father’s legacy, the thing that weighs so heavily on her shoulders. No, she couldn’t allow weakness into her heart she had to be strong if not for herself then for the paladins and all the other races that faced torment under the Galran rule. She would fight for them and continue fighting until her last breath.  

Allura walked over to her dresser and looked into the mirror, “So pretty.” She pulled at her chin and then her hair. “A warrior doesn’t need to be pretty.” Shiro’s scars came into her mind along with those of the old paladins, her friends and family. “I don’t need to be pretty.” She wgispered, and she would shove that fact in Zarkon, Haggar’s and Lotor’s faces if it was the last thing she did. Allura was a paladin and a Queen. And she would do what even her father couldn’t, she would free the universe and destroy Zarkon.  Every breath she would take from this moment on would be towards that goal and nothing or nobody would stand in her way.  

Pulling open the top draw in her dresser Allura pushed away all the useless jewellery from when Altea was at its peak. But she couldn’t find what she was looking for. Determined, Allura put on her dressing gown and ran across the hall to the next room, quickly closing the door behind her. She was in her Parents room, it was grander than her own but that was to be expected. Unfortunately, it was also worn and old looking from the lack of use. Ignoring the horrible feeling in her belly, Allura approached her mother’s matching dresser and pulled open the draws again. Her hand emerged holding exactly what she needed. A dagger made from a silvery metal with a red and pink gem imbedded in the handle. A wedding gift from her father to her mother, a union of the two made real. Her mother had always been eccentric among their people. Choosing to always dress in mourning colours and having a peculiar love of knives and rather dark things. Her father, knowing this, had gifted her with something useful and to her taste. He had told Allura that she would receive something similar on her wedding day, from her father or husband she never found out, but she would have loved it either way. Slipping the dagger into her pocket, Allura tip-toed back to her room to sit in front of the mirror once more. The mice stood up from their resting place and squeaked at her nervously as they watched her pull out the knife.  

Allura traced the knife's point along her jaw line, admiring the shine it gave off in the mirror. In one fell swoop she brought the dagger down and it cut easily through her silvery locks. The clumps fell to the ground, creating a white carpet, and she laughed hysterically. So much weight had been removed from her head so easily. Allura looked at herself once more. The right side of her face was still covered by her hair and looked extremely feminine next to her left, which looked sharper and more determined with the lack of poof. Allura gathered her remaining hair in her fist and brought the blade down again. As the last wisps of hair floated to join the rest there was a ‘whooshing’ sound as the door opened.  

Lance stood there staring first at the carpet of hair and then at Allura. Panicking, Allura stood and tried to explain herself. She didn’t know why but she felt like a child being caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. No words came from her mouth and she stood there like a gaping fish. Allura bowed her head in shame.  

“It’s a bit jagged isn’t it?” 

Allura’s head shot up, Lance's voice was much softer than it usually was and he wasn’t being overly obnoxious. Lance walked towards her slowly, like he was approaching a wild animal.  

“Sit down, let me fix it up for you.”  

Lance stroked her hair slowly, in a soothing manner while looking for scissors. Allura giggled slightly when she saw the realisation on his face that she had used a knife to cut her hair.  

“You’re worse than Keith, you know that?”    

Allura couldn’t help but laugh now, “Was a bit drastic wasn’t it?”  

“Just a bit. I’m going to put layers in so it doesn’t poof out as much, ok?” 

Allura hummed in agreement, watching Lance's reflection in the mirror. 

They continued in silence, Lance working quickly and efficiently and once he’d finished Allura could definitely see the improvement.  

“You got to hurry up and get dressed, I was sent to get you but you know I couldn’t let you leave with your hair like that.” Lance snickers. 

 Allura slapped him playfully and pushed him out the door. “Get out then and let me dress.” 

A smile on her face, Allura turned to her closet feeling stronger by the minute. She pulled out a pink tunic that came together just below her breast and then fanned out again. I felt like something her mother would wear but to make it her own she added her Bayard and the dagger. She donned light blue leggings and armoured boots to match. Deciding to go for a simpler singlet today Allura was ready to face the music.  

Lance was waiting outside and together they made their way down to where everyone else was waiting. He whistled appreciatively at the sight of her and Allura’s cheeks pinkened slightly. Lance explained the situation that was going on in the cargo bay. It seemed that Shiro wasn't confident in his decision regarding what to do with Lotor because of the part he had played in preventing Keith from killing himself. Allura understood where he was coming from but he was showing far too much weakness in front of a man who feeds on such things. Lotor was a manipulative bastard and a smart one at that.   

“What have the blade said on the situation?” Allura asked, strolling through the halls. 

“Nothing while I was there but something could’ve happened since then.”  

Allura nodded and picked up her pace, she knew what she had to do. She would make the difficult decision or at least plant the idea in the heads of those who had the ability to carry it out. 

 When the door to the cargo bay opened Shiro’s voice rang around the room ordering the blade to bring the prisoner down to the holding cells.  “NO!” Allura yelled. She was pleased when her voice was louder than Shiro’s. Allura strided towards the center of the cargo bay, where everyone was standing. For a second her eyes met Lotor’s and she felt a wave of weakness. She snarled in response to her own brain. She had all the power in this room.   

“Lotor is not permitted to stay on the same ship as the lions.” Allura pointed to him. 

“Suspicious much, Princess? Why was I not the one to rescue your little attempt at stopping Haggar?” Lotor's nose wrinkles as a smirk claims his face. 

Allura ignored the half-breed, “Pidge, Matt, go to the pilot's bubble and scan for any other surrounding ships.”  

Sensing the authority in the order the two quickly ran out of the room. Shiro apparently didn’t get the message, frowning as he asked “Princess, what are you doing?” Allura glared at him from across her shoulder before turning to address Kolivan.  

“He is in the Blade’s custody. You may do with him as you please, Death would be preferable but I can’t force you.” Allura met Lotor’s eyes again and for the first time since entering this room she saw real emotion in his eyes, and that emotion was fear. She gave a dismissive wave before leaving the room, “I want him off this ship in ten minutes.” 

Lance and Coran left either side of Allura. Lance put his fist up and Allura touched it lightly with her own. “Badass hair equals badass Princess.”  

“Queen,” Allura corrected him quietly, and Lance gave her a wide smile which she recuperated instantly.  

“Yes, about the hair.” Coran started, looking at it calculatingly and Allura held her breath waiting for the response of the man who'd become her second father. 

“It was all the rage for female warriors ten thousand years ago and it quite suits you my dear.” 

The smile on her face could’ve lit up the castle of lions for another ten thousand years. “Thank you, Coran, I thought it was time for a change…”  

But he wasn’t finished, “The tunic however…”  

Allura had to laughed now, she looked down at herself. It was a bit scandalous. She didn’t give any indication however that she knew what he was talking about and continued her walk to where Pidge and Matt would be waiting.  

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This is going to be stuck in my head all day.

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Harry Potter Next Gen 1

Theodore (Teddy) Lupin -Hufflepuff - His hair is almost always Turquoise except when he is angry then it is pitch black -Becomes rather animalistic around the full moon (doesn't actually shift) -oldest brother of all the next gen - Head over heels in love with Victoria (soulmates) - Head Boy -Hufflepunk -Plays Quidditch - Seeker -Wolf patronous -Is actually quite shy but hides it well -Loves his family -Harry gave him the Marauders Map in 2nd year -Mainly uses it to help people -After he graduated it mysteriously appears on James Sirius's desk -Loves the Weird Sisters -After he leaves Hogwarts travellers with his three best friends, (Alan and Rick Mannion and Delila (Del) Walsh - OC's) -After travelling with friends returns to Victoria and they go see the world together -Victoria becomes a model in america -Teddy a photographer in anerica -Later moves home to settle down -Victoria stays a model in both the wizarding world and the Muggle world -Teddy is a stay at home dad -lots of tatoos -Cars and Motorbikes galore -Happy ---------------------------- Victoria Weasley -Blonde hair and Blue Eyes (beautiful obviously) - Ravenclaw -Prefect but not responsible enough to be head girl -Kinda stuck up when you first meet her but this is her protection form learing eyes and grabby by hands -Is an angel -Hates celebrating her birthday -Doesn't play Quidditch -Member of the Slug Club -Excellent at Transfiguration - Because of her father can be quite wolf like at times tries to hide it (good sense of smell and overprotective) -Wolf patronous -Teddy is her one true love (did however date before him of course) -Loves it when he strokes her face -Figits all the time, with hair, bobbins and feathers -Always fighting with her sister (both are jealous of the other) -Loves her sisters freedom and rebel ways. Feels very pressured to be perfect and is jealous because she can act the way she dose. -suffers from depression -Did an exchange to Beauxbattons in year 6 to improve her French and to connect with her roots. (To find herself) -Speaks good French but struggles with some words -OK grades - greatly disappointed with her newts -Travels with Teddy after school (finally finds herself, feels safe for the first time in a long time) -Gets a modelling contract in america works there for 6 years (refuses to diet) - the pastel to teddy's punk -Struggles to get pregnant for many years -Can't have kids so they adopt 2 little orphans -Loves them unconditional and is almost glad not to pass on her veela genes -has a couple of tatoos ( but small and hidden as not to effect model career -Extremely famous and is always followed around by the media makes being a wizard difficult -loses contact with parents to keep them and the wizarding world secret but still meets up 4 times a year and they always come to her shows -Happy ------------------------------

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We interrupt our usually scheduled blogging because AHHHHHHHH

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People always think I have my shit together during exams but I’m crumbling inside

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If you didn't finish the English paper you are valid

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Junior cert Irish

I wonder do any examiners ever get confused as to why all 3rd years are present at every single road accident and robbery in the country.