This Is A Little Old, But Might As Well Post

When Adrien gets out from under Gabriel's thumb, I imagine he's going to wear a bunch of disgustingly unstylish clothes. I don't mean he'll start wearing styles that Gabriel objects to; I mean he'll start wearing styles that everyone objects to.

If you think this looks bad . . . thank you, that's the point

Ace Suit

Me: You know what would look great? Pidge in a suit and tie. I should draw that.

Me: I really should draw something that shows Pidge as the ace queen I've always headcanoned her as.

Me: Wait a second . . . How about I Voltron these two ideas together? I'm such a genius.

(I was going to add fancy shading but I'm lazy. Just gonna post it, pretend addìng a purple tie to a monochrome suit is enough to reference the asexual flag, and crawl into bed.)

Now this is a Lake drawing I'm actually proud of!

I feel like Lake is such a gender mood that keeping her cis is a betrayal of her character, but at the same time, I watched a hundred minutes of her being a her, and I can't turn off that instinct. So Lake is a nonbinary woman in my head.

Remember when we all thought season four would be nothing but Ladynoir fluff? Yeah

okay yeah yeah villain but the diagram is so cool you guys

Wall I made for this (featuring: Russian, Spanish, toki pona, DNA code, women's script, a few alphabets, some geometry and arithmetic, and a language that I invented, among other things. I had fun with this)

Crime besties 💞😌

I saw this, and . . .

I feel like we can all agree that Pidge would be the one trying to find her paladin armour for something, and Lance would be the one standing in the background whining "but you promised you'd have dinner with me! I had candles and music planned and everything! How could you do this to me?"

they ship in warmies who think they know war but no one knows war before

no one from terra knows what it is to feel your lungs fill with ice as the red eye watches you forever

no one from terra knows how to fight in tunnels or trenches; that planet is too crowded, everywhere has people, no one knows what it's like to fight inside the ground itself

no one from terra knows how the fighting goes when the line between soldier and miner is as blurry as your vision gets as the ice sets in

no one from terra knows how fighting used to be, without plasma guns or electro-bombs, no one knows how to fight when it gets so cold that all the modern tech dies and you're left with your frozen purple hands and the rifles of your ancestors

no one from terra knows what war is. no one knows what war is before—

before they come here.

You know he would.