THIS!!!! SONG!!!! WAS MY!!!!! JAM!!!! BACK IN!!!! THE DAY!!!!!
Was listening to “Love You To Death”, an older Kamelot song, and after not hearing it in years, of course the first thing that came to mind was a shidge au.
I mean, it’s kind of perfect imo…
When they met she was fifteen Like a black rose blooming wild And she already knew she was gonna die “What’s tomorrow without you? Is this our last goodbye” She got weaker every day As the autumn leaves flew by Until one day, she told him, “This is when I die” “What was summer like for you?” She asked him with a smile “What’s tomorrow without you?” He silently replied She said, “I will always be with you I’m the anchor of your sorrow There’s no end to what I’ll do ‘Cause I love you, I love you to death” But the sorrow went too deep The mountain fell too steep And the wounds would never heal ‘Cause the pain of the loss was more than he could feel He said, “I will always be with you By the anchor of my sorrow All I know, or ever knew, Is I love you, I love you to death” “What’s tomorrow without you? Is this our last goodbye?” “I will always be with you I’m the anchor of your sorrow There’s no end to what I’ll do 'Cause I love you”
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Pidge: And now...for the continuation of the Hot-Dog Saga.
Shiro: nO
Pidge is Shane
Shiro is Ryan
YES! You all heard me! Today is GM’s official one year anniversary!
A year ago, on this day, I posted GM never knowing the amazing people I’ve met along the way.
SO THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR!!!
I know updates have been few and far in between, but know that, while life continues to kick my ass, I don’t plan of giving up on this monster of a fic just yet! And because of that...
I’VE DECIDED TO HOST A GIVEAWAY!!!!
One on my Tumblr and one on my Instagram. Where I will be giving a FULL PAPERBACK copy of GM so far along with some extra goodies to one lucky person ! The rules are as follows.
HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY GUYS!!! 😘❤️❤️❤️✨🌟⭐️✨🏆🎉🎊💖As promised, I will be hosting a HUGE giveaway where I will be give one of you lovely people a full paperback version of Golden Madness so far! Rules are as follows:
❤️Reblog this pic.
❤️Tag me and must be following
❤️In the caption, tell me your favorite scene/line from Golden Madness and why.
❤️One entry per person on both platforms so please play fair guys! (Though I will allow redos after the new chapter is posted!)
❤️ Will run from May 21st - June 28th!
Once again, thank you all so much for your continued love and support.
It’s because of all the wonderful people I’ve met through this this little Shidge/Lotidge fanfic that has made this my longest running project in any media form. And this giveaway is just one way I’ve wanted to give back to y’all.
Have fun and I hope to see your entries soon! 😘❤️
With Love, Potentiala
HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY GUYS!!! 😘❤️❤️❤️✨🌟⭐️✨🏆🎉🎊💖As promised, I will be hosting a HUGE giveaway where I will be give one of you lovely people a full paperback version of Golden Madness so far! Rules are as follows. • ❤️Repost this pic. ❤️Tag me and must be following ❤️In the caption, tell me your favorite scene/line from Golden Madness and why. ❤️One entry per person! (Though I will allow redos after the new chapter is posted!) ❤️ Will run from May 21st - June 28th! Good luck!!!! • #potentiala #drawing #doodle #sketch #sketchbook #art #illustration #selfie #selfportrait #milestone #voltronlegendarydefender #contest #artcontest #artcompetition #fanfic #voltron #giveaway #artgiveaway #artist #artistsoninstagram #artistsofinstagram #instagram #tumblr #tumblrcontest #free #girlswhodraw
“She was beautiful.
Allura watched as Pidge smiled. The young girl's smile blooming on her face in such a way that she radiated joy and made the whole room bright and warm. A lovely smile Allura had never seen anyone make, let alone sarcastic, bitting Pidge. Immediately, Allura felt a strong surge of pride. She was the one that brought out this inner beauty. Wait a tick! The Altean Princess suddenly had a very, very amazing idea.
"We're not done yet!"
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Chapter Song: Gabrielle Aplin - Night Bus
“To Pidge, Allura had no reason to envy her. Pidge wasn't a princess nor the spearhead for the Defenders of the Universe. Pidge wasn't all charm and regality nor was she as lovely as Allura. She was just a small, stubborn cog in the system.
Nothing special.
But Allura? She was special, amazing at every given opportunity. She was a freaking alien princess for God's sake. Not only that, she had some sort of weird Altean magic mumbo jumbo abilities. She single handedly organizes all their diplomatic dealings. Needless to say, Allura was fucking amazing. Pidge wasn't.”
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Chapter Song: The Script - Breakeven
No. Really. Stop. Give me Shiro back.
Things I love: These longing looks shared between Mastani and Kashi
“The Galran female winced as her mind accidentally brought Laila back into her thoughts. Shiro began shaking with silent sobs, like a child crying after getting scared by a monster. Sifair just held him. Letting him release all his tears onto her shoulder.
Laila was better at this.
When Sifair had crashed to the ground on her hover bikes, Laila was there to heal the wounds and hold her through the tears. When Sifair had killed legions of creatures who threaten the old Empire, Leila was there to help her keep her resolve. But not anymore. Laila's been dead for thousands of years. Killed by Altean hate and prejudice. Burned like the Witch they called her. Now, as Sifiar held the weeping Black Paladin of Voltron, they lived in a world without Laila. A world without the sane creature she made Zarkon. A world without her warmth.
A world without her golden eyes.”
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Chapter Song: He is We - Kiss it Better
“Truthfully, Lance was here to understand Keith. But not as a leader. Truthfully, Lance couldn't care less that Keith was leading them now. Because who would want Lance as a leader anyway? Perks of being a seventh wheel, he thought bitterly.
No.
Lance was here for love.
Deny it as he might. Lance couldn't refuse the gravitational pull that slingshots him to Keith every time they so much as see each other. Not anymore, anyway. Lance could even pin-point the exact moment he realized his budding feelings.”
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Chapter Song: dodie - Sick of Losing Soulmates
Are all you Voltron Tumblr stories on AO3?
Unfortunately no, I have had the time to transfer EVERYTHING over there and there’s some things I want to fix on the AO3 side before adding anything to it.But GM and my Shidge Valentines Exchange are on there! (Hope that helps 😅)
“Matt's heart twisted.
He missed his family. He missed his dad's corny jokes. His mother's constant humming. His sister's...well, he missed everything about Katie. He missed their fights over cereal. Their walks home from the Garrison. Their way of understanding each other in a way no one ever could.
Matt squeezed his eyes shut.
She was only 14 when he left on that damned mission. She must be at least 16 or, God forbid, 18. He missed her whole life. Her whole life that was supposed to be filled with her breaking every boundary and obstacle that stood in her way because she was Katherine Goddamn Annalise Holt and the world was her's for the taking.
Or, that's how it should've been.”
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Chapter Song: Fall Out Boy - Jet Pack Blues
“His heart pumped faster.
Blood started spurting out faster out of his chest as a disastrous consequence. But the man didn’t care. He never had cared for consequences.
Not when it came to her.
Her voice, so painfully familiar and free of pain, suddenly made him want for Death. So then, at the very least, he could be with her once more. His weary eyes, scoured the endless field of flowers like a man starved.
And starved he was.
Just once, he wanted to see her just once more. And…he did. His eyes clung to her in the distance as they once did so long ago. The man let out a breath he held in for thousands of years.
There she was.”
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Chapter song: Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful
Devasena picking her targets in Baahubali 2 (Telugu, 2017)
Oh my god
Somebody write Shidge in this thing
THEY’RE UNTO ME!!! AAAAAAAH!!!!
(….I want that book.)
The second week of Voltron Positivity Month is here!
This week, April 30 - May 6, is dedicated to the amazing writers.
This week will run just like the Artist Appreciation Week. You can show your appreciation and support however you want to, but here are a couple of examples: you can send asks/messages (anonymous or not) to the writers, leave a comment on their fic or create your own post where you talk about your favourite writers and/or fics.
If you do create your own post, remember to tag it with #vldpositivitymonth
history : Bajirao Mastani
Mastani was born to Maharaja Chhatrasal, a Rajput king and his Persian Muslim wife Ruhaani Bai. In 1728, Muhammad Khan Bangash invaded Chhatrasal’s kingdom, defeated him and imprisoned his family. Chhatrasal secretly wrote to Bajirao requesting his help. But being occupied in a military campaign in Malwa Bajirao did not respond until 1729 when he marched on towards Bundelkhand. Ultimately Bajirao defeated Bangash. In gratitude, Chattrasal gave Bajirao the hand of his daughter Mastani. At the time, Bajirao was already married and monogamous by both nature and family tradition. He, however, accepted the marriage. in Pune, the marriage was not generally accepted because Mastani’s Muslim heritage. Because of his family’s intolerance of Mastani, Bajirao later built a separate residence for Mastani at Kothrud in 1734.
Bajirao’s love for his half-Muslim wife Mastani and neglect of first wife angered his mother, Radhabai. In deference to Radhabai, Bajirao’s brother, Chimajiappa, tried to send Mastani into exile. Bajirao’s son, Balaji, also tried to coerce Mastani into leaving his father, but she refused. Enraged by her growing influence on Bajirao Balaji had Mastani placed under house arrest for a time, while Bajirao was on military campaign.
Mastani was skilled in horse-riding, spear-throwing and swordsmanship and a talented dancer and singer. She accompanied Bajirao on his military campaigns.
Here, you don’t buy pearls. You find them if you’re lucky. Just like I found you.
A young Muslim ballerina wants other girls like her to know they can make a change — no matter their beliefs or the clothes they choose to wear.
Stephanie Kurlow converted to Islam with her family in 2010. Sadly, her conversion led to her feeling the need to give up ballet. She wanted to wear her hijab to dance classes in the southwest suburbs of Sydney, Australia, where she lives with her family, but she couldn’t find a school who would accept her.
“All I want is to share the beauty of the amazing ballet art form and inspire other young people who maybe don’t feel so confident to follow their dreams due to the outfits they wear, religious beliefs or lack of opportunities,” Kurlow told Mashable Australia. “I want these young people to have opportunities, young people who think it’s not possible to make their dream a reality because of the pressure from the many phobias and racism in our society.”
Kurlow has been dancing since she was 2 years old, and desperately wanted to be a professional ballerina. She started a crowd-funding campaign to try to make her dream a reality — and to help other young people who feel like they can’t pursue their endeavors without discrimination.
“In this day and age there is a lack of facilitation for youth who are disengaged or of a different religion or race,” Kurlow wrote in the campaign description. “I plan on bringing the world together by becoming the very first Muslim ballerina so that I can inspire so many other people to believe in themselves and pursue their dreams.”
Kurlow is trying to raise $10,000, which she states is to cover her tuition, supplies and competition entry for one year. She believes if she receives the right training she can pass on her knowledge and skills to girls who have the same aspiration. Once she trains, she hopes to open a ballet school to cater to a diverse group of ballerinas.
“I want to become a professional ballet dancer and receive my qualifications so that I can open a performing arts school that caters to children and young people of different faiths, races and backgrounds,” she said. “I believe that one day all children and young people will have an opportunity to perform and create, without sacrificing their values, beliefs or looks and my campaign is one step closer to achieving this.”
They are big plans for a 14-year-old, but she says the project is also to raise awareness about issues many people in our society still face. Her initiative follows in the footsteps of her mum, Alsu, who opened a performing arts academy in the Sydney suburb of Bankstown that teaches ballet, martial arts and aboriginal art classes to the local community.
No matter if she achieves her goal, Kurlow is happy to add her voice to the discussion. “I don’t want people to be seen for the clothes they wear, I want them to be seen as the person they are and how they want to change the world,” she said.
Head held high. Shoulders squared. Eyes forward. Mouth neutral. Gait slow. Pidge repeated the instructions like a war mantra within her head. Heck, she might as well have been going to war in her situation. The Green Paladin still seethed with anger at the fact Lotor was able to capture her on a recon mission. To make matters worse, the Galran Prince even insisted he join her for dinner. Fancy dress and all. How the quiznak he knew her measurements, Pidge was desperate to know. But, for now, she had a different sort of fight ahead of her right now. Pidge silently thanked Laila’s many ‘schoolings’ on proper behavior for events like these as she was lead to a private dining room. Walking straight into the belly of the beast. •
Me: Is Pakistani
Me: Ships Shidge
Me: (sees this work of art)
Me:
This started normal ok. I was sketching the prompt: Diamond for #shidge month ok. My hand just.. I don’t know xD. I ended drawing Pidge and Shiro ( kinda fusion of a genie-gypsy-typical indian clothes ^^kinda^^).
And my friend just created like a type of AU, because of this. And i don’t know she told me to posted i was not going to do it xd)
Guess that still counts like the promt diamond, 😅😶
And the last image is because i don’t know how to make tattoos (and either robotic arms :v) and instead of it i drew a mandala in Shiro’s arm. Yep, i felt that something was missing xd.
Updated Art vs Artist meme from my Insta!
When a fanfic was emotional but amazing
hey this is your daily reminder that if you’ve ever commented on one of my fics, wrote something nice in the tags, or sent me a sweet message, I 100% saw it and i’d die for you