Red and Blue make Purple

[technoskates]

[choodraws]

memorybank

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[chatonstines]

[withmanyvoices]

back to Miraculous!

https://www.instagram.com/kiteling/

inspired by Kuvshinov Ilya

[angst-in-space]

[micodraws]

Unity.

[topazteardrop]

[slenclerman]

yes friends let us blaze the marijuana! four hundred and twenty haha

[flyingmintbunneh]

[wintermoth]

I just submitted my first job application in over a year

[katie-wants-donut]

[wolfpainters]

[reindeerene]

Have this quick silly wrong number AU based on a tumblr post I can’t find 🎄

instagram: reindeerene

(may have a continuation who knows)

[katie-wants-donut]

[pochowek]

the reason twitter is better is because none of you ted talk motherfuckers get the post length to be stupid

[214b]

[bittenred]

Lance deserves to be with someone who can put him first.

Like me, Keith thinks idly, and without selfish desire.

It doesn’t have to be romantic; he doesn’t care about that. Keith claimed and accepted that a long time ago now, and it’s simply a part of the truth of him. He thinks that Lance ought to be loved for exactly who he is, which is why it’s so easy to come to terms with any unrequited feelings on his end. Lance doesn’t have to return that love to be deserving of it.

He just hopes that Lance knows he’s always going to be there for him, just like this. Whenever, wherever, however, forever. He just wants to see Lance happy, that’s all he wants. After everything they’ve been through, is it really too much to think that Lance deserves unequivocal happiness more than anyone? It could be anybody. It could be anything, he doesn’t care. As long as it is unmatched and steady and constant and true.

“Lance–” he starts and even he can hear the gentleness in his voice, but Lance turns around abruptly, the line of his jaw catching the morning light filtering in through a window and fixes a look on him that steals all of his words away.

“Everyone will be back soon,” Lance says, his blue eyes pinning Keith to where he sits, “but we should talk later, okay?” His voice is definitive. Firm. Clearly welcoming conversation, but asking for a temporary rain check. The smooth plains of his open expression comfort Keith more than anything else.

Keith smiles a bit at that, and settles back into a rhythm they both know. “You’ve got something to say? Why am I not surprised.”

Lance chuckles as the smell of the coffee percolating fills the air. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re a funny guy, Kogane.”

“And to think you’ve accused me of having no sense of humor.”

“Don’t go getting a big head; you only have one because of me.”

“I’m the one with the big head?”

Lance grins at that, wide and sparkling, looking so perfectly radiant and content right here, right now, that Keith thinks all at once, yeah. He could do it.

He could make Lance happy.

It could be him.