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mothmanavenue · 1 year ago
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love language: talking shit with ur husband in a crowded room
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t0fuuteri · 1 month ago
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"thought you'd remember me."
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A redraw scene of Voltron: fight for a future C1 part 2 🫶🫶🫶
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froopa-coopa · 1 year ago
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fixing keiths hoverbike
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aidens-ocean-galaxy · 1 month ago
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was it casual when you called him the future?
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binart · 2 years ago
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DTOK page 27! (First) (Previous) (Next)
keith's doing everything he can think of to prevent the outcome of his future....
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heynhay · 1 year ago
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*fnaf kids cheering noise*
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sushisketching · 2 years ago
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day 3 - im behind on my schedule as per usual but i am trying ok ;-;
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initforthelolzz · 18 days ago
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Voltron dies today, it’s the end of an era. I like deadass started tearing up earlier.
This shit was like my entire personality for a hot second there when I was younger.
Vld was (and still is :p) superr important to me. It’s so nostalgic and even though it was atrociously done it was still queer rep. I’m honestly so disappointed in Netflix like bsffr
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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year ago
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It’s a stupid thing to be hurt about. Lance knows it is. He knows absolutely firsthand, now, how much worse things can be; hell, he has been through objectively worse! Several times! He was blown up! It gave him brain damage!
His eyes burn, anyway, and the lump in his throat is impossible to choke down.
“It doesn’t fucking matter,” he mutters harshly to himself, voice hoarse. “It doesn’t — it’s not serious. Chill out.”
He’s been repeating the same mantra to himself on and off all day. Longer than that, really.
But this time it doesn’t work. He knows why, but he thought he was — he’s supposed to be okay with this. He’s an adult. He’s eighteen years old! It all feels so — stupid and juvenile, and he’s not stupid and juvenile, and it’s not even anyone’s fault and there’s no fucking reason to be mad, except that he’s four goddamn years old, apparently, and can’t fucking handle a situation without crying like a stupid fucking toddler.
It’s just that he —
He clenches the quilt tightly in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut.
He’s been working on this for over a year.
They don’t have a ton of free time, as paladins. They’re constantly on missions or training or planning or spending hours in the healing pod as a result of the missions and training and planning. There’s always a million things to do. But there are moments, here in there, when at least one hand is free, when there’s time to wind down, have some time to yourself.
Lance has been using his rare pockets of time to collect scraps of fabric, from worn curtains to torn flight suits to beautiful decorative things gifted on diplomatic missions. It was something he did with his Abuela at home, from when he was barely big enough to see the sewing machine from her lap, and the sound of the piercing needle and weaving thread is a comfort, now, something familiar he can do with his hands, something to remind him why he’s on this haunted castle in the dead of space, billions of lightyears away from home.
He’s proud of it. It’s by no means the first quilt he’s ever made and it shows in the straight lines of the stitching, the swirling patterns of the patches. It was a calming process but a difficult one, too, and he’s poured his heart and soul into it, seeing together the reds and blues and greens and yellows and blacks to make something solid of their frantic time in space. He’s been too excited to keep it to himself, even, mentioning it here and there, bringing it up during conversation at dinner.
He hadn’t expected everyone to drop what they were doing and write a fucking poem about it, obviously, but he had — he thought there’d be something. Anything. When he draped it pointedly over his lap during movie night, tracing the stitches with his pointer finger, he’d expected someone to say, woah, cool, you make that yourself? You were telling us about it!
His face burns hot with shame, and he swipes angrily under his eyes. How fucking arrogant. It’s just a — it’s a fucking blanket made of worn scraps. They’re fighting a war. He can’t believe he expected a fucking — fluffing of his ego, or whatever. It’s embarrassing. It’s a child whining for their mother to watch them do half a cartwheel.
He balls up the fabric, resisting the urge to rip it to shreds, and stomps down the hallway, blowing past a bewildered Keith. He nearly slams right into the wall as he rounds the corner, staggering to the side at the last minute, yanking open the hatch of the garbage chute and stuffing the quilt in.
“Fucking — come on.” The stupid fucking quilt is too bulky. He slams both palms flat against the bunched fabric and shoves, but his arms shake, and the harder he presses the more frustrated tears well up and steam down his face, and the weaker his arms gets. “Go — in!”
He rears his fist back and slams it into the ball of fabric as hard as he can, but the stupid thing stays jammed. With a shout of frustration he kicks the side of chute, hard, but all that does is damn near break his toe, so he pounds the quilt with his fists again and again and again and —
“Fuck off!” he screams, kicking the stupid chute one more time before giving up and slamming the lid back down on it. It doesn’t do anything but make the whole thing look a thousand times more pathetic; his stupid childish quilt stuffed in a garbage chute where it belongs but refusing to slide down like the ugly eyesore it is. The sobs that he’d been choking down since the beginning of that stupid fucking movie tear their way out of him and there’s not a goddamn thing he can do to stop them, so he turns and flees, leaves the ugly thing behind him, sprinting all the way to his room, furiously wiping his eyes. He throws himself on his bed at full speed and nearly cracks his head on the wall when he bounces on the mattress. He snatches the nearest pillow and hugs it to his chest, shoving his face so deeply into the down that he can hardly breathe, sobbing so hard he has to choke down vomit.
He’s a fucking idiot. A fool. A goddamn child.
He cries until he passes out.
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rottenseaweed · 2 years ago
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it is
the umbrella trope
saw some other creators doing it and thought I’d join in :3
(it’s in high quality so it can be used as wallpaper with no issues)
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astralscrivener · 11 months ago
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keith knows he and lance will eventually get married and he has been fantasizing about and planning for their future together for years now but every time lance mentions their future together so casually it makes keith melt
it's one thing to fantasize on his own but another thing entirely to have lance say it. to have lance confirm he's been thinking about it too. that keith's on his mind just as much as he's on keith's
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mothmanavenue · 2 years ago
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threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it’s morning now, it’s brighter now
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honeyspeeches · 11 months ago
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bunch of kl thumbnails out of context to try out new brushes
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purplemoonabove · 5 months ago
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Been on a Klance high for a long time now, making me so happy just thinking about it and now I’m considering…
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duckthewarshippable · 9 months ago
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Hello Tumblr I am looking for a Klance fanfic I read like a year ago, it was on AO3, it was an Au where they were friends with benefits and post war AU. I remember they get married halfway through. Also I'm pretty sure all of the sex is implied. I know in one chapter they have sex in a bathtub. There's also a part where they are renovating a beach house and there's a thing about how shitty earth beer is. It was super wholesome.
I remember really liking it and would honestly be super jazzed if y'all could help me out
UPDATE: IT GOT FOUND
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22216504/chapters/53045212
Thank you to @msmadamemim for finding it, you rock so much!!
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heynhay · 8 months ago
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SURPRISE! 🎉
I've been working in the shadows to get some physical merch made, and I'm thrilled to announce it will be available for purchase 5/13/24 at 12pm EST.
Since it's my first run with a store, it's a pretty small batch/stock and currently I am only shipping inside the USA. Whole thing is kind of a dry run but the merch is very real >:-) Everything is already at my place ready to ship, so there will be no preorder delay times.
And yes, it's all Klance products right now.
See you there ⭐
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