pisces-royalty
bubleboobo
when your boyfriends promise to teach you surfing but they spend more time laughing whenever you fall into the water
soylante
krunkidile
smiles4voltron
seryonn
A Neverending Cycle 💢 (W/ @welcome-to-the-joangle)
Me @ all of my friends
This- My tumblr friends, I truly believe this is us sometimes. And I love it
angelrin89
coolman229
this is so fucking stupid but i’m so susceptible to it every time. the camera work is impeccable
just a case of the fun boys
Okay but this is honestly something Goten and Trunks-and by extension Gotenks-would do.
The guy who smacked him is Vegeta
I was imagining Piccolo as the dude who slaps him but yeah I could easily see Vegeta doing that too
jacks-mom
momfricker
pltnmghost
Fact that Starfire is actually a genius.
Those previous three questions were all Earth/Human-centric knowledge, whereas molecular mass and atomic values are universal constants.
chocmarss
butteredonions
Anonymous asked:
Voltron Prompt: board games and confusing directions
butteredonions answered:
finally filling the airplane prompts I took earlier this week :) i have a few more of these coming, tag is ‘airplane prompts’ if you want to blacklist. all sizes of fills coming from large to smol.
“Are you sure about this?” Lance asks. Keith’s already scrutinizing the makeshift board, nose crinkled in thought as Hunk snaps hexagonal tile into hexagonal tile on top of the dining room table. “Is it supposed to have that many pieces? That looks like a lot.”
“I’m basing this entirely off memory, okay,” Pidge says. She tosses little packets of color-coded pieces across the table. Shiro catches his almost without looking and tips out the contents, sorting his small dark grey pieces into neat rows. “It’s mostly like the original. With a few modifications, of course, because some of the original rules were dumb. I wrote them all down, it’ll be fine.”
“Food goo fields?” Hunk calls, holding up a hexagonal tile. An unappetizing picture of the green goo is stamped into its surface, viscous and almost wiggling even in its static form. “Really?”
“What’s this?” Keith asks, tilting his head at another tile decoded in phosphorescent blue. “ ‘Scaultrite Mine’?”
Hunk drops his tile immediately. “If there are weblums in this game I’m not playing!”
“Relax, no weblums,” Pidge says, adjusting her glasses. “Only friendly animals in this version. Mostly.”
“This version?” Lance squawks.
“What’s a klanmüirl?” Keith asks, squinting down at another tile. “What do they do?”
“One klanmüirl, one food goo, and one xanthorium crystal get you a ‘Coran card’,” Shiro says, reading off Pidge’s rule sheet. “An Olkari flower and a bag of scaultrite let you build part of a space pod - Pidge, what is this?”
“What is this?!” Lance yelps loudly, picking up the final odd piece. It’s a miniature totem pole, with replicas of all four of the mice stacked atop one another.
“Pidge,” Hunk cries, offended. “Why would you make the mice the robber?!”
“Coran’s idea,” Pidge says easily. “Now hand me the dice. Youngest always goes first in this version.”
Lance groans, but picks up the dice. “Who said you get to make up all the rules?”
“You asked for a game,” Pidge says, smug. “Now hand ‘em over. C’mon.”
Lance begrudgingly holds out the dice, but before Pidge can take them Keith snags the cubes right out of his hand. “Hey!”
“Here you go, Shiro,” Keith says, tipping the dice in front of Shiro with a smug grin of his own. “Happy birthday.”
“The one advantage,” Shiro agrees mournfully, and rolls first over Pidge’s shriek of betrayal.
ruinedchildhood
