this has been in my drafts for weeks oop


A challenge I gave myself over the last couple of weeks after my husband and I talked about how Dairanger would have made a very weird proper Power Rangers. So I decided to try it out for myself! The main cast is done and public but I’m doing more that are gunna be exclusive to my PR/SS sketchbook. (this has been in my drafts for months now, oops. This sketchbook is still in the works)

I’m going the Time Force route where I kinda want to keep things the same so I’m staying close to the source material but just twisting some details. 

So here is Power Rangers … think I’m somewhere between Thunder Force or Star Force? 

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Rules: Put your music on shuffle, list the first 9 songs and your favourite lyrics from each. Then tag 9 other people to participate.

Tagged by @brooklynstevies — thank you!! — and tagging @poeticwondering, @head-hunteress, @ppamplemoussee, @nikiforovism, @the-unsubtle-one, @starrstreak, @thatfrostsmycookies, @mirrorsandwindows, and all the members of @softpoetsociety (only if you want to, of course). And anyone else who feels like it.

1. The Room Where It Happens — Hamilton

But you don’t get a win unless you play in the game / Oh, you get love for it. You get hate for it / You get nothing if you wait for it

2. Palace — Hayley Kiyoko

You’re my horizon / You’ll always paint my sky

3. The Barrel Song — Beth Ortolano (lyrics from The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien; I’m a nerd, okay, don’t look at me)

Through the mist that riseth white / Up from mere and pool at night!

4. Notes/Prima Donna — Phantom of the Opera

You’d never get away with all this in a play, / But if it’s loudly sung and in a foreign tongue / It’s just the sort of story audiences adore, / In fact a perfect opera!

5. Roman Holiday — Halsey

And we know that we’re headstrong / And our heart’s gone / And the timing’s never right

6. Secrets — OneRepublic

So I’m gonna give all my secrets away / This time, don’t need another perfect lie

7. Burn — Hamilton

You and your words flooded my senses / Your sentences left me defenseless / You built me palaces out of paragraphs / You built cathedrals

8. I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors) — Moana

And the call isn’t out there at all / It’s inside me / It’s like the tide / Always falling and rising / I will carry you here in my heart / You’ll remind me / That come what may / I know the way

Ribs — Lorde

This dream isn’t feeling sweet / We’re reeling through the midnight streets / And I’ve never felt more alone / It feels so scary, getting old


We’ve all been through so much that…it’s hard to recognise h o p e.
                                                                          Even when it’s right in front of us.

As usual apologies for delays. House-hunting has been back on the go so it’s taking up a lot of my brainspace and available time. I have been doing some more drafts again, however, so my hiatus has lifted. Super excited about getting through this week as Will is visiting on Saturday through to (I think) Wednesday. I won’t ask for activities this time as we got so caught up last time we didn’t do any of the Q&A stuff we intended, oops. So we may actually do that THIS time. Fingers crossed I don’t get the disappointed face from my new line manager for having to take off the last whole week from work, doh!

michael never ate breakfast during breakfast hours. he never woke up until at least noon if he didn’t need to and then he usually ate cereal or ordered room service. but you’d been visiting with him in la for a week now - and you were only in la for a little bit before you had to go back home - and all he wanted to do was sleep. he spent plenty of time with you once he woke up and through the night but until 2pm he did not want to leave his bed. and you’d been practically begging for him to wake up early (which wasn’t really early, you were only asking for like nine or ten in the morning) so you guys could go out and do stuff; spend time together like normal couples do. he especially complained one morning when you woke him up at 9:36am, grumbling about how it was too early as he tightened his grip on you. you begged him to just go to breakfast with you and he begged you to just stay and cuddle but when ashton came knocking on the door, telling you they were about to leave, you gave up. you gave michael a quick kiss and told him you’d be back, rushing to the bathroom to look somewhat presentable. it wasn’t until you were all packed in a car, listening to ashton and calum talk about something animatedly and luke scrolling through his phone that the car door opened again and in came your boyfriend, clad in a wrinkled shirt and a pair of black jeans with sunglasses over his eyes. you couldn’t hide your smile as he collapsed onto the seat beside you, his head immediately falling to your shoulder. you teased him, asking him what made him to decide to come. he shrugged and turned his head, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before laying his head back on your shoulder and claiming that you annoyed him into coming, but you didn’t miss the grin on his lips.