Air Shiro Is Back In Action!!

While I adore the Crowley sibs love, what about Az and Zira? What's their dynamic? Do they drink tea and gossip? ("Did I tell you about the time Crowley just slept for a 100yrs?") Do they compare their book collection? ("I haven't seen these scrolls since Alexandria!" "Oh! Crowley gifted them to me!" ) Does Zira try to teach Az to cook waving off Crow's warnings off Az making a mess of his kitchen? ("Zee, I swear, he burns water without even trying" "pishposh, everyone can learn to cook!" )

the angels are like cousins who share many interests. Zira looks up to Az and Az admires Zira, so there’s a lot of well meaning compliments and inside jokes going on. they definitely share book collections and food recommendations. and it’d be hilarious if Zira tried to teach Az to cook (to no avail of course, Crow is right XD)

i also think it’d be cute if they hooked ankles when they sit close together

Art thief on wish !!

So the other day I was on Wish looking at Voltron items when I stumbled upon some selling other artists art on t-shirts. If anyone knows any of theses artists please inform them as this is just unfair.

The seller goes by the name mayuee00 and no where do they mention who’s art this is or if they were given permission to sell it on tshirts. Please boost this as much as you can what this person is doing isn’t right and their profiting on someone else’s work.

I hear you're writing a book????? what's it about????? :)

I am!! It’s a wlw book about a Christian girl who makes a new friend and has a sort of… Gay panic and identity crisis. Haha it’s based off my coming out to myself and my relationship with my girlfriend. I’m looking to finish it by the end of the year, and I’m hoping to publish it soon after!

Can someone just………………. explain French to me?

A new chapter of The Gay Agenda comes out tomorrow!!

Here's a sneak preview!

"So, I found out a few weeks later through the normal gossip chains that the girl who my shopping cart had tried to murder a few weeks prior had transferred to my school. Apparently her family had moved here from the upper part of the States to California; specifically to my part of California.

Not that I owned a specific part of California, my bank account would laugh at me and jump off a cliff. I would also laugh at me and jump off a cliff. California was a pit of inconsistent weather (unless it was the dead of summer) and, in my area, conservative religious people who liked to hit you as hard as they can with their version of the Bible."

- Step Two: How to Make Friends With Pretty Girls Without Being Awkward

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Do you guys want ya girl to edit your stuff???

So as a way to make a decent living, I've signed up to be a freelance editor! I figured I'd post it here because I'm more than willing to edit fanworks too.

I did my best to keep it pretty cheap, because we're all struggling young people, so... Yeah!

https://www.fiverr.com/renywrites

I dunno if that link will work like I want it to on Tumblr, but if you copy and paste it into your browser, it should work. Hit me up! Please!

Also I will be writing tonight so I promise more content will come soon. Thank you so much for being so patient with me.

shidge request with the prompt: reunion. thanks!

Shidge is love. Shidge is life. 

***

Eight months. Two hundred and thirty four and a half days since Shiro had waved goodbye to his wife from the gate of the local airport. He had watched her walk away to a plane that took her half a world away from him, watched her leave and hoped that she came back safe and in one piece.

Those eight months were horrible. Even the constant skype calls and letters and ten minute phone conversations did nothing to ease his constant anxiety. Shiro waited for every second he got with his wife with baited breath. But she was coming home today and he couldn’t be more excited.

The house was clean, the bed was made, the clothes were folded and washed. Dinner was in the crockpot and Shiro was at the airport holding a dramatic glittery sign and waiting impatiently.

The plane had landed a half hour ago and he was checking his watch every couple of seconds to see if time had gone any faster. It had not. Shiro sighs, pulling out his phone and flipping through it. Checking that he was in the right terminal. Checking he got the time right. Checking that it was the right day. Everything was right - he was just so impatient.

After a few minutes of flipping through his social media, Shiro is surprised by somebody tapping on his shoulder. He clicks his phone off, looking up and blinking.

Hazel eyes sparkle up at him from underneath a mess of orange waves. “You are really easy to sneak up on.”

It takes him a moment to fit the pieces together. Then he gasps, dropping his sign and taking a step back. He stares at his wife, in all her air force uniform and combat boots, her bag slung over her shoulder. Her hair had been sheared off into a severe (and very attractive) undercut, hanging in her beautiful eyes. Pidge was stunning.

“Are you crying?” She asks after a moment, dropping her bag and rushing to pull him into a hug. “Please don’t cry, I’m gonna cry!”

“I’m sorry,” he sniffs, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off the ground. “I just… I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too, Takashi.” She mumbles into his shoulder, wrapping her legs around his waist and clinging onto him like a koala. “So much.”

“But you’re home,” he cries, rubbing his tear stained cheek on her hair. “You’re home now.”

“I’m home.” Pidge repeats, pulling back a bit when he sets her down, reaching up and cupping his face. “I’m here now.”

Shiro leans into her hands, smiling and holding onto her wrist with his own hand. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she grins. “You big teddy bear.”

“Dinner should be ready soon.” He pulls away, leaning down to pick up her bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “Let’s go home. I wanna take you home.”

Pidge watches her husband fondly, taking his free hand and walking with him to the exit, leaning her cheek on his bicep. “Okay,” she agrees. “Take me home.”

***

Shidge is in mine and my girlfriend’s top two favorite ships. I loved writing this. 

Requests are still open!

I just watched a kid break down in the bookstore because his books for the semester totaled $600 and that’s the american university system in a nutshell

soft

Keith can’t help but stare into his eyes, lose himself in the depths of those ocean blue eyes and wonder if they, too, hold the secrets and mysteries that the sea itself does. He’s never seen such blue before - not in another persons eyes. And he’s been to so many planets, seen so many people and aliens alike, but he’s the one who gets to come home to this blue, this ocean that he isn’t afraid to drown in.

He traces over the similar markings under those lovely eyes, his touch reverent. Those eyes stare up at him, soft and inviting and fond.

“Keith,” Lance breathes underneath him. Emotion surges through him and he sits up, kneeling over him and pressing a kiss to those rosy lips.

“What’s gotten into you?” His muse, his love, the brightest star in the sky, murmurs. Keith smiles at him, tucking his hair from his eyes.

“I love you.”

Lance sucks in a breath, reaching up and tangling his fingers in ebony locks, drawing Keith closer and down into a kiss. It’s soft; purposeless and simply for the pleasure of closeness and intimacy. It was always a wonder to hear those words, to feel the intensity of emotion behind them. Keith had never been good with words. Lance considered himself lucky to have a collection of them safely tucked close to his heart.

They part after a long time, each one dusted with the slightest of redness. Lance’s eyes have softened immeasurably, his grip on Keith’s hair making it impossible for him to stray far.

“I love you, too.” He murmurs, and Keith has to stifle the glee that works its way up his throat, settling instead on a blindingly happy grin and another smothering kiss pressed to laughing lips. He could die happy here, in the gentle grip and under the soft gaze of his most favorite person in the entire cosmos.

~~~

I was being soft for my girlfriend and stumbled upon the wip @bittenred posted a few days back so... this happened! Here’s to living vicariously through my favorite boys <3