#honestly I've seen the full pieces and they're a riot I do highly recommend

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Zine Preview!!!!!!

Hey all, I know there’s been a lot of radio silence, but I’ve been working on some pretty fun things, Includinggggg...... (drumroll please) A piece for a new charity zine about the garrison trio and Fun-Sen. It’s called “Later, Pala-Dudes” and preorders open up on September 1!!!!!! It’s been super fun to work on my piece, and I can promise that everything is filled with humour and lighthearted fun :)

Definitely check out some more of the previews over at @funsentryzine, because they are gold!!!!!

Anyways, I really hope you guys like it so far :)

(Also, if anyone can help me come up with a title I would be forever grateful)

Lance veered down the next street, bearing down on where the fireworks were still cracking through the sky. It wasn’t long before a dark grey figure came into view, magenta lights blinking as it stared up at the sky.

“Finally! You guys came!” Sentry squealed. He seemed to jump once, twice, lights flaring a deep azure at his heels.

Pidge shoved her head out a window. “Where’s Shatter?!”

“You mean that mind-numbingly boring, overdramatic thug?”

“That would be the one!”

“Catch me and I’ll tell you!”

And then he shot off into the night, his path obscured by the fireworks still spraying their glittering fire into the smoke-streaked sky.

“Uh, Lance,” Hunk inquired, his voice cracking. “Do we uh. Do we have rockets in here?”

He turned a bemused look on his friend. “You think we have rockets in an SUV?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know! It looks like something a soccer mom would drive. And they usually pack for every situation.”

“I don’t think a soccer mom would have access to rockets.”

Pidge threw a hand up. “Can you guys stop for two seconds?! How are we going to catch Shatter now if we don’t even know where he is?”

Lance shrugged. “We find Sentry?”

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

“By finding out where he plans on going next.”

Lance was sure Pidge wanted to rub her eyes as she peered at him, her gaze exhausted. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

Lance cracked his fingers, hands gripping the wheel as he spun them around, back to the city centre. “Oh, I have my ways.”