don't like it though

Here’s the ref for the new cyooT!!

I honestly like how this turned out, though I’m still contemplating whether or not to give him ink stains on his cheekbones or not hhHHHH–

i’ve been thinking lately, i seem really cool on the internet but i’m so disappointing in real life lmao..like if i skype with internet friends i feel so bad because they think i’m cool when we text but then it’s so anticlimactic to hear me talk. like,, i’m boring. like i don’t sound like i am, but then ppl talk to me n they’re like ‘oh, she’s actually boring’ 

 Okay so I’m not sure if anyone is interested in this at all, but there is a Polish song from the 60s that really fits the events of the post Grand Prix Final banquet. (the song also has a Russian version btw)

Allow me to pair the translation with the images from the show.

You- down drink by drink at the buffet 

Your eyes search the room - your heart pounding (do you remember?)

[…] (Do you remember how with me…?)

Your gaze found my eyes

And you stride forward […]

And in just a moment (do you remember how you danced with me…?)

You tiptoe up to me and above us, the music thunders

You pull me into the Grand Valse Brilliante

Do you remember how you danced the Waltz with me?

With […] the legend of those times?

Do you remember how the world began dancing?

The world that you held in your arms?

[…]

When you spin through the dancefloor, you pretend to be strong

You flex your meek muscles

You puff up your chest

I shall take this athlete, this warrior as my husband

Allura: I don’t get it, you guys call him your father as a joke all the time?
Keith: That’s what I said!

when I get a hand in it, every pairing is the shitpost couple. Alien confusion over those dumb earth-things is 👌 (THIS IS VERY MUCH ALMOST COPIED FROM A HOMESTUCK COMIC I SAW YEARS AGO but I can not track down the original tumblr post? If someone got a link so I can credit that would be great)

They’re too nice to fight each other what are you even talking about.

“The amount of information in your brain could be stored in a paper airplane.”

aka my quest to make any bit of dialogue into something fond HAHA…

Andrew: *pulls back curtain while Neil is in the shower*

Andrew: Are we - stop screaming, it’s me - are we out of ice cream?

LET’S BE FRIENDS