Lance: where do you want to be in five years, Keith?
Keith: *under his breath* hopefully in your bed
Lance: what was that?
Keith: i sAID HOPEFULLY DEAD
This is a good evolution
Keith: is something burning?
Lance: only my desire for you
Keith: Lance, the toaster is on fire
had a really shitty day so i made some soft sketchy danbrey to cheer myself up a bit !
Keith is that you
i love how in lotor’s group all the girls have practical armour with short hair or no hair at all and the guy is the one wearing a skirt and rocking long flowing locks
“There are other forces at work in this world besides the will of evil.”
They’re just gal pals. 😂
• So we all know Lance is rly homesick, right? But he's also ashamed of where he comes from. -he's just a poor boy from Cuba; all he really had was his family and a dream of going to the Space Academy -and he left both of those behind. •All he really wants is for his jokes to be funny, for someone to laugh genuinely at them -and not at him. •He's sick of being compared to Keith. He knows that Keith is a better pilot, better warrior, better paladin, and everyone just has to keep reminding him. -he'll brush it off, laugh, but he has to bite his tongue to keep from screaming that he knows, he knows, so can they shut up already? •He's not good enough. It's obvious, isn't it? He's the fifth wheel, the odd one out. Everyone else has a thing, their thing- Shiro is the fearless leader, always calm and collected, ready for every situation. Pidge is the genius, insanely smart, always hacking and building and collecting data. Hunk is the mechanic, the strong, kind force holding the group together. And Keith is the pilot, the academy prodigy, fast and daring and mysterious. But Lance... what can he do but crack dumb jokes and hit on aliens? He's nothing. A nobody. He's not even worth it. That gun of his has looked pretty appealing more than a few times.
Lance, after using his last bullet: this bitch empty
Keith: if you say yeet I'm going to break your arm