you would talk to me


do you ever just get hit with a truckload of inspiration from reading a fic because????? i have

this is a gift for @adreamingsongbird!! THANK YOU FOR WRITING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING FIC!! and for answering my questions about their clothes lmaoo  

(you could read this beautiful fic here!! that’s right read it >>here<< and you should definitely read it right now at this moment because it’s great and i’m in love and did i mention that it’s beautiful???

throughout my impoverishing fever i literally could not stop thinking about a gemstuck eridan

probably a tanzanite? kunzite?


Couple of assorted haikyuus

Me: I bet Percy can sing!


Me: Okay, but I have this headcanon where Leo sings pretty.


Me: Well, Will is Apollo’s son, what about he singing?


Me: Okay, I give up. I’m sure Piper doesn’t sing.


Cassian *introducing nesta*: this is my exgirlfriend nesta

Nesta: I told you to stop calling me that

Cassian: I am her husband

To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.

I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.

victorieschild  asked:

Sleepy!Lance + cuddly/touch starved keith = best klance


Lance sighed deeply and let himself fall back on the bed. “I’m beat. Exhausted beyond limits. It feels like every time I get used to Allura’s training regimen she cranks them up another level.”

“Because that’s what she does. It’s how you get better,” Keith answered, sounding entirely unimpressed. If Lance had been any less tired he would have glared at him or something but as it was right now he was content to just groan and roll over. 

“Okay, yeah, I get that but like - can’t we have a break sometimes? I think we deserve one.”


“-doesn’t do breaks, bla bla bla, I know,” Lance sighed. Keith made an irritated noise and nudged against his arm. For a moment Lance contemplated to stay spread out over the entire bed but he wouldn’t put it past Keith to just drop down onto him, so he groaned and rolled over. His body already hurt enough as it was, thank you very much.

“We can have our break now.”

“I still want a longer one but I guess you have a point.”

A dip in the mattress alerted Lance to his boyfriend joining him and he shifted to face him. The annoyance from before melted away as he made his way under the covers, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders. Lance smiled and tugged it up a little more until everything from Keith’s nose down was covered.

He looked adorable. 

Wiggling closer, Lance pressed his forehead against Keith’s. “Hey, you.”


Keith was smiling, Lance knew; the small crinkles at the corners of his eyes could only mean one thing. His heart beat faster in satisfaction and he stretched his neck to press a kiss to the tip of Keith’s nose. The crinkles deepened and the warmth in his chest grew.

“You’re great.”


“Super great.”


“Almost as great as me.”

Choked laughter came from under the blanket and Lance felt something push against his stomach. His sleep-addled mind took a moment to understand that it was Keith’s hand playfully shoving at him. Once he realized that he tightened his grip around his upper body and trapped his arms against his chest - not that Keith really seemed to mind. If anything he seemed happy about it, he sighed contentedly and nuzzled closer.

Ah. His boyfriend was adorable

“Sleep now?” Lance asked. Keith’s reply was to hide his face against his collarbone, leaving only the top of his fluffy mullet to peak out from the blankets. Smiling down at it, Lance loosened his grip and settled into a relaxed position. His fingers skimmed through black hair as he closed his eyes. 

“I love you,” he breathed out. Keith made a soft noise and tangled their legs together, one of his hands curling into the fabric of Lance’s pajama shirt. 

“Love you too.”

By the time Lance’s breath evened out he was only half-aware of the gentle kiss that was pressed against his throat. 

It was still enough to make him fall asleep with a smile, happy to have his boyfriend with him.

I need to stop:
Cutting………..but it makes me numb
Starving……….but I look pretty
Hiding………….but I can’t speak
Everything hurts but that’s ok because I deserve it

I don’t get emotional about literature much, but when I do, it’s over Jane Eyre’s ‘Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain and little that I am soulless and heartless?’ speech. Charlotte Brontë wrote that for ugly girls everywhere.

i lost my voice for a week & nobody noticed because i never freaking talk

Ok so upon discoving that I am not the only person on here who is deprived for Swiftie friends, I thought that I might make a group on here for us guys who maybe don’t have as many Swiftie friends but are totally up for making more? So reblog this if you want in! xx

one time hunk called keith ‘sasuke’ as a joke and keith was like “….who’s sasuke.” and hunk was like “y'know, the naruto character.” keith went “what’s naruto” and hunk was like “??? it’s an anime i love dude you have to watch it it’s great you should watch it” and he went on to describe how great it was, and he was so excited the entire time he was telling keith to watch it and he was so cute

so keith did. all at once. everyone kept telling him “keith… keith u should sleep” but he didn’t. his eyebags had eyebags and he was like “no… hunk loves this… i’m watching it” and he is Fighting to stay awake so he can watch this thing hunk loves and when he finally finishes he goes to hunk and says “sasuke’s pretty cool” and then he Passes the h*ck out but it’s ok cos hunk caught him before he could hurt himself too bad and when he finally wakes up hunk lectures him on the importance of going the gosh darn h*ck to sleep and actually taking care of himself