◊◊◊GUAPO◊◊◊ {åp} @aguasazulesyestrellas - Tumblr Blog

-slides in- Yo. Like this for a really tiny arse starter.

goofbcll·:

“Sorry, Lance. I’m not surrendering both the Bayard and Lotor. Tell Shiro, I’m sorry.”

Hunk eyes widens when he saw the bayard form into the gun. No. He was going to start firing at him. Hunk was not worried about himself. The Paladin was worried about the Balmera. It could potentially get hurt by the gun’s fire.

“Lance, if you start firing; the Balmera will be hurt. You have a chance to leave and tell everyone you didn’t see me.” Slowly, he started approaching Lance with his bayard tightly gripped in his hand, “Are you really going to shoot at me?”

He inched closer and closer.

“Lance.”

“Yeah. Well, you WILL be sorry, Hunk. Queenie’s orders were to drag you AND Lotor back, preferably alive. I really don’t want to have to straight up murder my best friend, but if this is what it’s come down to, then I guess I have to actually get my hands dirty. And you know how I feel about dirt.” He really didn’t want to do this, but he had his orders, and he wouldn’t dare disobey them, even if it meant hurting the Balmera. Lance knew how much the Balmera and its inhabitants meant to Hunk. He couldn’t even begin to imagine why Hunk would have brought Lotor to such an obvious place. Lance fired a warning shot. “It’s your fault if things get out of hand, Hunk. And for a stuck up, Grade A Priss like Lotor? He’s not doing the universe any sort of favours, and I really wish you’d take a reality check, buddy.” Quiznak, he really wanted to cry. Hunk was his best friend, and he was going to have to fight him. Standing his ground, the Paladin fired off another series of warning shots, each one increasingly closer to Hunk than the last.

#goofbcll #[◊v;what the hell do you mean this is a parallelogram◊]#[◊team voltron;hunk◊]

I’ll be revamping this blog entirely over the coming days. The same applies to my Lotor blog @imperiuminfinitus. It’s going to be a slow process. I’m currently wearing a brace, and typing is the biggest pain. I apparently did some damage to one of the tendon sheaths in the palm of my hand, so I’m stuck wearing a brace to keep my wrist immobile so as not to stretch the tendon whenever I flex my hand. If the swelling doesn’t go down after two weeks, I’ll have to have the area around the sheath drained.

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]#[This either happened from crocheting... or from clapping.]#[I'd be more embarrassed if it had been the clapping that fucked up my tendon sheath.]

Still making the attempt to process s8.

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]#[I'd really like to continue RPing... but I dunno.]#[The spark to RP both Lotor and Lance is like... a dying ember.]#[I'd obviously make both blogs CANON DIVERGENT.]#[But I dunno.]#[If you wanna hunt me down... you can find me on my SW blog.]

So, my face has felt like someone’s been slowly taking a sledgehammer to it all day. I almost didn’t watch the last season, but I forced myself through the pain. I can’t really process jack right now. It hurts just to roll my eyes. Hell, it hurts just to stare.

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]#[I seriously don't get on here enough to the point I keep using my Star Wars RP tags.]#[Yeah. There were some issues... but y'know... I'll probably be able to comprehend more tomorrow once my head stops hurting.]

◊

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]#[Yay. I finished my application for the EdD programme at the really fucking expensive university in town.]#[If I get accepted... they can kindly take my middle finger as my feeling towards them.]#[If I get rejected... that's fine. I save $100K.]

-whispers- I did a thing. I made a Claudia blog. How the fuck does one keep up with four blogs? From entirely different fandoms? -forever sobbing- Blame @goofbcll.

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]

-flops over- Hi. I live. The smols didn’t do me in today. But tomorrow... tomorrow begins hell. ;A; Save me.

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]#[I may queue some things up on both Lotor and here on Lance.]#[But I'm going to sleep early.]#[Getting up early to get to work so I can move desks.]#[Can't have these lil' shits cheat on me.]

Unproductive potato over here. Going to crawl into a blanket burrito. I’m sleepy and in no way ready for this week. Save me from the 6th graders.

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]

rpsourcedmemes

It's Sinday! Go on anon and confess your muses feelings for mine!

Don’t give clues as to who it’s from! Let my muse try and figure it out!

#[◊memeoholic;memes◊]

ikimaru

that Lance concept art reminded me so much of the 80s version ohoh

#[◊muy muy guapo;muse◊]

Testing all this week. Ugh. And I’m stuck with my twelve angry 6th graders for all of it. End me???

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]

vldrocketeer

IM CRYING I FINALLY FINISHED THE KLANCE HOGWARTS AU COMIC !!!!

(read right to left btw)

#[◊we had a bonding moment;klance◊]

me reading any of my own writing: what the fuck are you talking about

#[◊wtf do I even tag this as;shit that amuses the mun◊]#[If this isn't me every time I write.]

deception-and-disgrace·:

Sendak had only been on Earth for a few days but he had already been subjected to a big greeting from the other remaining blades, been taken to surgery for his broken leg, and been very high on pain medication to the amusement of Kolivan. And now, just like Lance, he was unable to sleep. He was too paranoid and restless to find enough peace to sleep.

So here he was, exploring the silent halls of this human hospital. Though this reminded him much of the blade of marmora base, he was still on edge and the beginnings of panic was making its way into his mind.

That was when he suddenly collided into someone and with the brace on his injured leg, he had to lean on the wall to keep himself from falling backwards. He almost snarled at the other to warn them to watch where they were going, but stopped. He recognized this human, their scent was unmistakable. Lance. He sucked in a quiet gasp before saying softly. “L-Lance?”

The late night outing was probably one of his least thought out ones. He didn’t realise, even after the med techs had dialed back the pain medication, he’d still be a little uncoordinated, otherwise he would have been perfectly capable of avoiding crashing into a much larger something. Had he walked into a vending machine? He couldn’t even remember if the Garrison’s medical facility still had the vending machines around. Death grip on the IV stand, Lance mentally patted himself on the back for not falling flat on his arse. Wait. Did the something, though he was sure it was a someone, say his name? Even with the dimly lit halls, Lance was able to make out the tall figure. “Holy quiznak. Sen!?” he whispered, voice a little louder than he would have preferred. Blinking several times to make sure the meds weren’t making him hallucinate, he found himself breaking out into a big grin before he flung himself at the other. “It is you!”

#deceptionanddisgrace #[v;main]#[Look at him. So happy!]

Sleepy time for smol space teacher. If you want my Discord, let me know, tho. MUTUALS ONLY, PLS.

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]#[I know I'm gonna be hella pressed for time tomorrow since I'm covering for the Jr. High Math teacher.]#[When the fuck does one even find time to grade copious amounts of student work?]

◊

#[◊ditching class;ooc◊]#[Oh my fuck.]#[The last time I made an icon for Lance was over a year ago.]#[Welp... back to icon making???]

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

◊◊◊GUAPO◊◊◊ {åp}