once again sorry not sorry

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have some vintage lesbian swing dancing

Lance: *flirts with alien in the background*

Keith: *holding glass of some liquid, trying his damndest to not get caught watching*

Lance: *giggles while alien kisses his hand*

Keith: *smashes glass* THIS BITCH DID NOT JUST-

cloudwindow0  asked:

How about... Villain group chat :D (I love your art btw it's so nice :''o )

Recently i was added to a group chat with an admin that would kick out people and add them again constantly everytime they said something he didn’t like and it gave me an idea to answer this

and a Plus bc i love these two

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“i don’t know how to say goodbye”

the lift kiss for @snowscharming ❤​ part ii of your valentine’s gift!

[part i]

To Hear Destiny Calling

(In which I finally begin writing that story idea about the girl with hearing loss, a magical quest, and an unfortunate lack of hearing aids)

It was a perfectly normal night. Livvie was slumped into her bed, soaking in a new book, taking a sleepy sort of happiness from having taken her hearing aids out after a long day — like pouring all the synthetic, grating sound out of her head, shaking it out of her ears like water.

It was a perfectly normal night, except that a glowing purple portal had opened up in the corner of her bedroom five minutes ago, and she’d been huffily ignoring it ever since.

It’s just my imagination, Livvie had told herself, aiming the thought pointedly at the softly humming portal, in case that would help. No weird magical shit going on here.

She focused on her book. Through the softness that was all sound without her hearing aids in, she heard the portal cough, politely but purposefully, waiting to be acknowledged. She raised her book higher so it would block her sight.

This went on for a another few minutes, then the portal let out an indignant huff and a flash of bright violet light that grabbed Livvie around the waist like a cosmic octopus arm and yanked her in, ignoring her protesting yells of “What the fuck!”

The portal did not care for rude language, or for slightly magical teenagers who ignored the very polite callings of their destiny. Unfortunately, it also did not have a good enough grasp on humans to know that some of them, if they were to complete quests with their highest possible potential, really ought to be wearing their hearing aids before they are sucked into magical alternate realities.

Sometimes magical quests just go to hell before they’ve even begun.

(To be continued tomorrow!)

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TMFF has ended and I’m just here trying to put a band-aid over my feelings.

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Based on fic Time Marches Forward (Finally) by @tsukithewolf