i gotta felling

when you writing a star wars fic and trying to make it as accurate as possible

I know it probably doesn’t look like it, but this post is me officially declaring a lawsuit against @zefive for unfairly dragging me into this ship with her friggin’ adorable headcanons/ideas for these two nerds because honestly that was just Uncalled For x,3

Radarrell?? Darrad???? we needa settle on a name for them lol~

New Voltron OC~ Ilexia one of the champions 


the playing cards i designed are finally here


“I see you, and think of home. Of simpler times when all we needed was a roof and bedtime stories.”

doodads from a few weeks ago on Twitter 

anonymous asked:

"9. I hate you so much but last night you were super drunk (which is really weird for you) and trying to get into your place here let me help you you’re gonna have a hell of a hangover", for sprace?

okay it’s very late and I’m very tired. I kinda hate the ending cause I kinda rushed it. I’ll probs rewrite it a bit and post it on ao3, but here ya go for now. Also I didn’t edit any of this so sorryyy. And it might be a bit ooc. Like I said, I’ll fix it all when I post it on ao3. Enjoy, I guess.

Spot woke up with a killer headache. He groaned and blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the harsh morning light as he sat up. The pounding in his head was relentless and he considered just laying in bed all day. Spot sighed. He moved to get up, and made a realization.

This was not his bed.

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i was really depressed in the beginning of the summer and then i saw a wynonna earp post on tumblr and decided to give in and watch it. since then i have felt 927366281 times better. i am so grateful for this show