or til tomorrow

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Underestimating Lance is not the smartest of moves- he may be a goofball on the surface, but in reality he’s one of the most crucial and powerful members of Voltron. No, not because he’s the Sharp-Shooter or anything, he’s even greater than that.

In the end, I firmly believe he’s the team’s Bard. And all of his failed flirting and everything up to this point in the series has just been him getting the worst roles. But when things get close, at some point, I am positive that he’s gonna get that one role that gets the main villain on their side, and pretty much save the campaign for the team.

…Ok I don’t know if that’ll actually happen, but I’m really really hopeful. And, again like in one of my previous posts, I just really want Lotor to be the one person out of everyone they’ve met to find Lance attractive and think his jokes are funny. xD


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Bug of the Day

Can’t wait til tomorrow to post this, two of the Cecropia I raised from eggs last summer emerged today, here’s the male. I’m so excited!!!!

how the fuck does my brain turn someone saying “I can’t hang out tomorrow I’m busy” into “no one loves you and you gotta be dead bc what’s the point in living” in .3 seconds

in this together.

Originally posted by cxhragrove

(billy hargrove x reader)

summary: who knew that the king of the douches actually had a heart? and can actually comfort someone? it’s wild.

request: Hi there! I know you probably have a lot of requests rn but my hometown Ventura is on fire and I’m out of town for college and i’m freaking out, i just feel really small and afraid and kind of lonely without my family and friends. Do you think you could write a Billy fic where someone from his hometown who he went to school with has to come to Hawkins to live with family for a bit because there was a huge fire in their hometown and their home was taken? Something comforting and fluffy

word count: 2,726

a/n: hey remember that time that i said that i was going to bed and wouldn’t be posting til tomorrow ha guess who has no self control. IN OTHER NEWS anon, i really really really hope that this cheers you up and helps you out! i’m sending good vibes and praying for you, my friend. seriously, if you want to talk, do not hesitate to send me a message or a private ask. abuse tw.


It wasn’t that you and Billy weren’t friends, per say, but your mom had been best friends with his stepmom, and everyone who’d gone to your high school had known how that had gone over. So you were automatically on the side of the opposition, in his eyes. He wasn’t cruel, or anything like that. Just cold, mostly.

But then he moved away and you really didn’t think about him that much.

And then one thing lead to the next, and you were standing outside of the Hargrove’s house in some small town in Indiana. You tried your hardest not to read into it, but all the leaves had fallen off of the trees, leaving them looking brown and dead. There was a sharp chill in the air, one you weren’t used to. You tugged your thin jacket closer to your body as Max passed you and headed into the house.

You’d been there a week and you still felt like an outsider. There was an uncomfortable tension that swamped the house the second that Billy’s father arrived home. It’s not that anything specific happened, but there were looks and words spoken in harsh whispers and the way that Max would sometimes flinch whenever her stepfather raised his voice even a little.

You followed behind her, listening as Billy slammed his car door shut. Your heart gave a little ache as you stepped inside. You knew that your parents hadn’t meant for this to be a bad thing. Times were tough. Your family didn’t have a place to stay, and it was easier for your parents to send you away for a little while so they could get back onto their feet. It just so happened, though, that the nearest place with people who would take you in, was in Indiana.

“You gonna stand there all day, Y/N?” Billy’s gruff voice invaded your thoughts.

“What? Oh, sorry,” you said, scurrying towards the kitchen where Max’s mom could be heard. She was a nice enough woman, but she seemed a little fake, if you were being honest. You snagged an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter, watching idly as Max and her mom caught up with each other.

It wasn’t that you were jealous. You just missed your family and your friends and Hawkins was small enough that it was kind of hard to make new ones, especially when half of the school was terrified of you merely because you were living with the King of the Douches himself. It was kind of ridiculous, really. Billy Hargrove was a lot of things, but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to be afraid of him. You’d seen him when he was seven, and sobbed when he found out Santa wasn’t real.

So you went about your business, keeping your head down as you went to your classes and ate your lunch and kept quiet. When you’d get to the Hargroves after school, it was much of the same thing. Max was either in the room that the two of you shared, or off with her friends. Billy would be hanging around the living room watching TV or lifting, but the second his dad showed up, he disappeared into his room for the rest of the night. And the Hargrove parents really didn’t seem like the type to want to hang out and talk to you about your day.

You spent the rest of the night quiet, working on homework and staring at your plate during dinner. By the time the dishes and silverware were washed, Max had retreated to her bedroom to start on her homework. You lingered by the kitchen sink, adjusting the dish towel that was hanging off the rack when you heard it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” The words were spat out, harsh and glaring in the otherwise quiet of the house.

“I don’t know what you mean.” There was a pause. “Sir.” You frowned, tilting your head in the direction of the hallway. You’d heard Billy sound like a lot of things, but never like that.

“It’s a school night, and you’ve got your keys in your hand, acting like you’re getting ready to go do who knows what. Unless you’ve got a damn good excuse, you’re going to your room and you’re going to learn some goddamn respect, do you understand me?” There was no response from Billy, but then you heard it.

A hard, resounding slap.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Billy, you ready to head out?” The words left your mouth faster than you could really think about them. But your feet carried you towards the hallway, pausing once you reached Mr. Hargrove and Billy. The two of them stared at you, slackjawed, but you just plowed through, acting as though you hadn’t heard anything. “Seriously, thank you for taking me into town. You are a lifesaver.”

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@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:


Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 2)

sorry it took so long! special thank u to Ashley (@thesaltyspice) for helping me come up with ideas for this a million years ago xx

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight  | Part Nine

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- Knuckles Playlist


“Look at that one.”

“That one over there?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a pout. “I want it.”

Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”

It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.

“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”

Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”

Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.

You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.

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The signs as songs from Broadway Musicals

Aries: Don’t Rain on My Parade- Funny Girl

“Don’t tell me not to fly. I’ve simply got to.”

“I’ve gotta fly once, I’ve gotta try once. Only can die once. Right, sir?”

“Life is juicy, juicy and you see, I’ve gotta have my bite, sir.”

“I’ve simply gotta march, my heart’s a drummer!”

Taurus: For Forever- Dear Evan Hansen

“We pick a spot and shoot the breeze, like buddies do.”

“…Wondering how the world might look from up so high.”

“All we see is sky, for forever.”

“I climb ‘til the entire sun shines on my face.”

Gemini: Good Kid- Percy Jackson the Musical: The Lightning Thief

“Everything I ever do is wrong, never find where I belong, everybody on my case.”

“The same old story, the same old song. Don’t act up, don’t act down, be strong.”

 “I swear that I’m a good kid. Yes, I’m good for nothing at all.”

“I never try to do anything, I never mean to hurt anyone.”

Cancer: What I Did For Love- A Chorus Line

“Kiss today goodbye, the sweetness and the sorrow. Wish me luck, the same to you”

“Love is never gone. As we travel on love’s what we’ll remember.”

“Look, my eyes are dry. The gift was ours to borrow.”

“…Point me toward tomorrow. We did what we had to do. Won’t forget, can’t regret what I did for love.”

Leo: I’ve Gotta Crow- Peter Pan

“Conceited? Not me. It’s just that I am what I am, and that’s me.”

“I’m just the cleverest fella ‘twas ever my fortune to know.”

“If I were a very ordinary, every day thing, I’d never be heard cock-a-doodling ‘round like a bird.”

“When I discover the cleverness of a remarkable me, how can I hide it?”

Virgo: Pure Imagination- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

“Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination.”

“We’ll begin with a spin, traveling in the world of my creation.”

“There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination.”

“Want to be a dreamer, be one anytime you please and please save me one.”

Libra: The Phantom of the Opera- The Phantom of the Opera

“I sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name.”

“Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet.”

“I am the mask you wear, (it’s me they hear)”

“In all your fantasies, you always knew that man and mystery (were both in you)”

Scorpio: There Are Worse Things I Could Do- Grease

“Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy and no good, I suppose it could be true. But there are worse things I could do”

“Make them think they stand a chance, then refuse to see it through. That’s a thing I’d never do.”

“…Throw my life away on a dream that won’t come true.”

“I could hurt someone like me out of spite or jealousy. I don’t steal and I don’t lie, but I can feel and I can cry.”

Sagittarius: Tomorrow- Annie

“The sun’ll come out tomorrow, so ya gotta hang on ‘til tomorrow, come what may!”

“Just thinking about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow, ‘til there’s none.”

“When I’m stuck with a day that’s gray, and lonely, I just stick out my chin and grin.”

“I love ya, tomorrow! You’re always a day away.”

Capricorn: My Shot- Hamilton

“I’m young, scrappy and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot.”

“The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish.”

“Don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me.”

“I’m past patiently waitin’ I’m passionately mashin’ every expectation.”

Aquarius: Maybe This Time- Cabaret

“Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. Maybe this time he’ll stay.”

“Not a loser anymore, like the last time and the time before.”

“'Lady Peaceful, ’ ‘Lady Happy, ’ that’s what I long to be.”

“All the odds are in my favor, something’s bound to begin!”

Pisces: For Good- Wicked

“We are led to those who help us most to grow.”

“Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”

“I ask forgiveness for the things I’ve done, you blame me for.”

“I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason.”

I’m falling apart

A/N: Reader is Jensen’s little sister who is going through a tough time with depression and Jensen is determined to help her. If this becomes a series it’s gonna be super dramatic & probably kinda twisty.

Trigger warning: Depression, suicidal thoughts.

Jensen threw his head back laughing at a joke Jared made. Looking around the table he realized how lucky he was. He was sitting at a table in Rome surrounded by his friends and fellow cast mates, enjoying the night. Tomorrow was the first day of the convention and the few days following it him and Jared would tour the city some before heading back home to his family. A gentle smile fell on Jensen’s lips when he thought about Danneel and the kids in Austin and all the plans they had for the hiatus.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Jensen grabbed it, smiling even wider when he saw Danneel’s name pop up on the caller ID.

“Hey babe.” He answered.

“Hey Jay.” Danneel’s voice responded, only something sounded off in her tone.

“What’s up?” Jensen said, standing up from his seat and walking away from the group, “You sound worried.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing but…” Danneel trailed on.

“You’re kinda worrying me here Dee. What’s going on?” Jensen pushed.

“It’s Y/N.” Danneel responded.

“My sister? Is she okay?” Jensen quickly pushed.

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Happy Peeta Sunday!

Here’s a little Peeta eye candy to brighten your day!

That Jaw

Those Eyes

Dear Lord, The Hair 

Those Arms

That Stare

The Shy Smile

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