billie's room


“People say, ‘She only got that [role] because of her mom.’ Yeah, yeah I did.” Lourd admits with sincerity, “But what would you have done if you got offered a role in Star Wars? Say ‘no?’ That’s even more pretentious.”

“By now, Dipper’s vision was blurred, tears staining his vision and threatening to come out. He gripped the paper so tight the sides crumpled, all before he began to angrily rip it into pieces, screaming curses at the top of his lungs to the empty room.” x

haha h my pen sensitivty is fucked up so have this incomplete fanart for LIS chapter 29 (if you still dont know for some odd reason lis belongs to @featheredkit)

  • Kimberly: *wakes up and puts her arm around Trini* I like waking up like this. Your parents leaving for vacation is a blessing.
  • Trini: *rolls over to face Kimberly* Mmmmm. So do I.
  • Zack: It's different but not necessarily bad.
  • Kimberly: *lifts head and looks at Zack* What are you doing here?
  • Trini: *pulls Kim closer to her and whines* He said he couldn't sleep last night so I told him to come over.
  • Zack: *holding back laugh at tired and cuddly Trini*
  • Kimberly: *looks at Trini and whispers* Why is he in your bed with us?
  • Trini: *yawns and snuggles in to Kim further* Jason and Billy took the guest room and he is to tall for the couch. I felt bad.
  • Zack: *Sits up in bed* I am pretty tall.
  • Kimberly: *glares at Zack* You're cooking breakfast.

They were all available, at least for snippets, somewhere in the two luncheon rooms. Billy Dee Williams, looking a whole lot like Chuck Berry’s brown-eyed handsome man, drawing a crowd and telling all the reporters how much he likes being with children because “children are the future”; Harrison Ford, his top button buttoned on his sport shirt, not at all like the sarcastic, go-for-it macho man Han Solo, in a corner, preferring the kids to the cameras, signing autographs, “Force Yourself, Harrison Ford”; Fisher, moving around the room hardly touching the floor, smiling and joking with the kids, putting her cap on their heads, blending into the crowd like a packet of sugar in hot tea; Hamill – the best of them, probably, the most giving, signing his name and writing a heart next to it, posing with the kids, hugging them, kissing them and telling the press, “This is the constituency of the film, these are the people we made it for.” - Children’s premiere of the Empire Strikes Back at the Kennedy Center, May 17, 1980.

So who else wants a Buffy-style series with the new Rangers juggling high school with saving the world and generally being absolute disasters of human beings? Because I do, so fucking much.

That Night

Originally posted by supernatural-jackles

Pairing: Dean x sister!Reader, Cas x Reader
Word count: 809
Warnings: Slight angst, swearing
Request: Anonymous. Hi! For the requests would you be able to do a Dean x Reader where he’s helping the reader through a break up? :)

Sitting on the motel bed, you pulled your knees up to your chest, sniffing. Your boyfriend of just over a year had broken up with you. It was just you, your father, and your oldest brother. Your other brother was off at college. He’d been the one that was the more emotional of the Winchesters, the one that you could be all sappy with, and the less ‘suck it up’ type. Sam wouldn’t pick up for any of you, which hurt, but you understood. After the blowout him and your dad had, you didn’t think you’d be hearing from him any time soon.

Dean paused as he walked in, his bag in hand. “Uh, sis?” He asked, concerned. You looked over at him and it killed him. Your eyes were red from crying, there were tears rolling down your cheeks, and he could tell that you’d been rubbing your nose with the end of the sleeve of your hoodie. “What’s wrong? What happened? Is it Billy? He okay?” He asked, not giving you a chance to answer between questions.

As Dean dropped his bag on the chair, he let the door shut behind him, John going to his own room. “Billy broke up with me.” You sniffed, a fresh round of tears starting up, causing you to bury your face in your knees, your arms wrapped around them.

“Oh shit.” He breathed, sitting next to you and pulling you close. Dean kissed the top of your head and sighed. “What happened? I thought he really liked you.” Billy’s family also consisted of hunters, so it was nice that you had each other. You didn’t have to lie about your family, why you moved, or anything like that.

Sighing, you put your head back against the headboard, your eyes closed. “He said that he wants out.” You said softly. “Of the life. Away from hunting, and that meant cutting all ties with the life.” You felt Dean stiffen slightly. Billy was two years older, and had just graduated recently at 19. He’d had to repeat a grade due to moving, but was a smart guy. “Said that he wanted to be happy, to travel, to fall in love with someone ‘normal’, and a bunch of other shit.” Sniffing, you sighed. “I don’t fault him for wanting that, it just hurts. Especially how he worded everything.”

Dean took a moment to think before saying something and making everything worse. “Billy went about that all wrong. And he’s an idiot.” He told you gently. “He’s got it in his head that he’ll get all that. He won’t. Not even close. You were the best thing that kid had, and he couldn’t even see it. Now, come on. Get dressed.” He pulled his arm from around you and patted your leg.

“Why?” You asked, wiping your cheek.

He grinned at you. “Because some asshole made my baby sister cry. So, I’m gonna take her out. Any movie you wanna see, get something to eat- whatever.” Dean told you. “Get a move on, kiddo. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

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anonymous asked:

Bechloe prompt: their kid has a nightmare so Beca and Chloe have to check for monsters

“Mommy!!!” Seven year old Billie yelled in the middle of the night, causing both Beca and Chloe to jolt awake. They heard the sound of her feet pounding against the wooden floor before she burst into their bedroom. She pulled herself onto their bed and squeezed between them, clinging to Chloe’s arm.

“What is it sweetie?” Chloe asked, stifling a yawn.

“There’s a monster in my room,” Billie said, quietly.

“A monster?” Beca asked.

Billie nodded. “It was in my cupboard.”

“Well, we can’t have that can we?” Beca said. She climbed out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown.

“Mommy what are you doing?” Billie asked.

“I’m gonna go make sure there’s no monsters bothering my little girl,” Beca said, before leaving the room and going into Billie’s.

“Shall we go help?” Chloe asked. Billie nodded and Chloe carried her from the room, Billie’s tiny arms wrapped around her neck.

They walked into Billie’s room to see Beca lying on her stomach looking under Billie’s bed.

“No monsters under here,” Beca said, standing up and brushing the dust off. “Although we should talk about what is under there. You know when we ask you to put your toys away, we don’t just mean shove it all under the bed?”

Billie giggled and buried her face into Chloe’s neck.

Beca smiled at her wife and daughter before she carried on searching.

She opened up the wardrobe and searched through the rows of clothes.

“No monster in here,” Beca said. “Just an alarming amount of pink.”

Billie laughed again.

Eventually she was satisfied that there were no monsters lurking in any part of her room and she got back into bed.

“What if it comes back?” She whispered when Beca and Chloe bent down to kiss her on the cheek.

Beca glanced at Chloe before looking back at her daughter.

She’d been a scared child too. She’d spent hours curled up under her duvet, too scared to move. She’d only ever tried telling her parents once but they hadn’t seemed interested. She didn’t want her daughter to go through the same thing.

“How about I stay and make sure it doesn’t?” Beca asked, pushing Billies messy brown hair from her eyes.

“Me too,” Chloe said. “And how about I read us a story?”

“Yay!” Billie said, happily scooting over so Beca could join her in the bed. She immediately snuggled into her mom’s side as Chloe sat on the squashy beanbag beside them.

Chloe picked up a book, and grinned as she looked at both her wife and daughter watching avidly. Waiting for her to start reading.

“Once upon a time-”

“Oh I love this one,” Beca whispered.

“Shh,” Billie whispered back, giggling.


 July 21, 1994

The Mutiny Part I debuted as a primetime special on Fox

Happy 22nd. Anniversary!

anonymous asked:

Thanks for writing the angst it fuels me! If you have time maybe Jason annoying the team cause he gets super smug if billy wears his clothes or the color red!

:D (Possessive trope is my jam, my dude, thank)

If their lives were a 90′s superhero show, they’d probably be caught wearing their Ranger colours a lot more. Jason tried really hard to imagine an all red wardrobe.

He couldn’t.

It was just way too damn tacky.

Billy seemed to be embracing it though. Unintentionally though. That was obvious enough. What with his accidental grabbing of blue plates and blue binders and blue pens at every available moment. Jason wondered if he’d ever noticed or if he was just completely unaware every time.

Everyone else’s colours, including Jason’s, weren’t ever considered though. Purple, never black. Orange, never yellow. Or red. No pink either.

Just blue.

It was kinda cute how closely tied he’d become to his Ranger form.

So when Billy walked into Trini’s room, his blue bag already sliding off to the floor and blue sneakers squeaking across the floor, Jason grinned and filed the mental image of it all way for the billionth time.

And then he realized that Billy was wearing his shirt.

Not any shirt.

His red Ranger one. A joke gift that Kim had given everyone. A shirt for their Ranger.

And Billy was wearing it.

“Uh… nice shirt, Billy,” Kim said Zack’s lap. “Isn’t that… Jason’s?”

Billy’s bag hit the floor, loud. He pulled out his shirt, looking at the image like he wasn’t even aware of what he’d put on that morning. He glanced back at Kim and smiled. “Yes, it is.”

Kim ducked her head, smiling. Behind her, Zack was grinning loose and wild. Billy didn’t seem to notice their overly amused looks as he glanced at Jason, who was staring at him. “I found it in my bag yesterday. You probably have my jacket.”

“Uh-” Jason’s voice cracked. “Y-yeah. Probably, Billy.”

Billy frowned. “Do you want me to take it off?”

And Jason was spiraling across the bed, frantic “No!” echoing out of his mouth, loud, until he was standing up in front of Billy, close, close, close up to him. He relaxed at Billy’s alarmed look and laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, no, it’s fine, Billy. You look-” Like you’re mine. “-good.”

Billy smiled bright. “Okay!” He scratched the inside of his wrist. “Trini said to help her with the cookies once I got up here so I’m going to go now.”

“Okay, Billy,” Jason murmured, ducking quickly to give him a brief kiss on the cheek.

Billy bumped his hand against Jason’s, soft and fleeting, like he did when he was pleased and wanted to be romantic but wasn’t up for anything public. They watched him leave. Jason licked his lips. In the back of his mind, he was working out how difficult it’d be to get Billy to wear more of his clothes or just more red.

Blue and red.

Nothing else.

Or maybe just all red, all the time.

“Well…” Zack chuckled, wrapping his arms around Kim’s chest. “That was new.”

“Yeah,” Kim laughed.

“You think he’d wear my shirt if I asked?”

“No!” Jason snapped, a burst of jealous rage pounding through him. It was quick and left him dazedly lightheaded. He flushed, halfway embarrassed. “I mean-”

“Relax, J-Man.” Zack stuck his hands up, defensive. “I don’t want your boy. Got my special girl.” He licked a stripe up Kimberly’s neck, that left her shrieking and swatting him, partially annoyed.

She rolled out of his lap and gave him a look to which he grinned wildly. Rolling her eyes, she turned to Jason and crossed her arms. “I never struck you for the possessive type.”

“I’m not possessive,” Jason huffed. “I just-” He swallowed thickly, refusing to meet their knowing eyes. “He wouldn’t look good in black, that’s all.”

“That’s racist,” Zack said and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Zack. It’s a one-time thing.” Jason rolled up his sleeves. “He literally only wears his colour. No one else’s. I don’t think Billy’s gonna detract from that routine.”

Maybe it was God trying to punish him for bitch-slapping so many villains into space or maybe it was God trying to thank him for that but Billy wore a lot more red and a lot more of Jason’s clothes over the next few weeks. It was easy enough to understand. They’d both bring over a change of clothes whenever they slept over the other’s house (which was slowly becoming an every weekend thing) and Billy would just accidentally grab something of Jason’s and put it on the next day without thinking.

Except for the part where it was increasingly happening all the time with clothes that didn’t fit Jason’s bulkier frame anymore. Stuff that had been pushed to the back of his closet to be forgotten until spring cleaning and clothes drives.

And everything was red.

Everything Billy took was red and Jason knew, just like they’d all knew, that he didn’t own a large array of red clothing. An all-red wardrobe was tacky and Jason preferred variance. And not looking tacky.

Which meant that Billy was looking for this stuff.

Which meant that Billy either planned it all along or had noticed Jason’s really and very-much-into-it behaviour when it came to his Ranger shirt the first time and was trying to make Jason lose his damn mind.

And Jason couldn’t find his Red Ranger shirt anymore and was convinced that Billy had just pretty much stolen it despite how much the other boy denied it. He didn’t mind, of course. Vanity was never really part of Jason’s style but…

He wondered if it was vain to be incredibly turned on and smug every time Billy wore his colours and his clothes.

Trini seemed to think so.

“If you keep drooling on my food, I’m gonna kill you next time we train,” she threatened, pushing away their shared fries.

Jason was staring at Billy, who was walking over, completely forgone all other colours and just shrouded in red.

And he was wearing Jason’s Red Ranger shirt again.

With the back of his hand, Jason wiped his mouth and stood up. Maybe it was simulation of punishment and reward. Reward for doing good and saving the world. Punishment for being so openly turned on by Billy.

At this rate, Jason really couldn’t care.

Billy bumped their hands together and smiled softly, knowingly, as he walked off towards the food truck with Kim at his side. Kim who glanced over her shoulder and sent Jason a mildly disgusted look before turning back.

“He knows,” Jason whispered.

“Of course he knows,” Zack grunted. He swung his leg over the bench and snatched some of Trini’s fries. “You make such a gross display about it.”

Billy’s red pants were fitting rather snug over the curve of his ass, Jason noted as he said, without much focus, “Uh huh.”

Really, really tight.

Jason licked his lips and grabbed his bag. “Hey, so, um, I gotta go. And Billy- probably-” He rubbed his hand through his hair, tryning to think when Billy glanced back at them and grinned, low and like the fucking Devil.

He waved happily at them. In the sunlight, Jason could see his nails glinted a polished red.

Jason grit his teeth. “I’ll call you guys later.”

“Please don’t,” Trini muttered as Jason stalked off and caught Billy around the waist. Billy grinned, mouth reddened every so slightly by his watermelon smoothie

So maybe an all-red wardrobe wasn’t totally tacky.

Just… only on Billy.

Only ever on Billy.

On AO3 as well!