“Hi everyone! Good_Witch_Luzura here! Really sorry this chapter took so long I’ve been trapped in an alternate dimension trying not to get murdered for the past few months but don’t worry I’m fine just a little traumatized :D anyway enough of that weekly chapter updates will start back up next week!”
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You can now summon Bojan by blasting cha cha cha apparently
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My favourite part of TMA is when Jon and Mike Crew interact, exclusively because Jon asks ‘how did you get your scar?’ Except HE ALREADY KNOWS because in Mag04: Page Turner we find out how Michael got his scar, he was struck by lighting - notable from the smell of ozone. Jon didn’t need to ask, he did anyways to be a little shit.
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i just love how max got out of his car and walked down the pitlane to get his weight checked in (well he had to walk for once) and everyone was losing their minds thinking that he was "going mad" like he is THAT iconic. dude cannot even walk without thousands of people analyzing his steps. the GRIP he has on these people's minds is INSANE. like it honestly should be studied at this point because to me he was just...walking.... meanwhile fully grown men were writing fanfics on their mind in real time
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"Hey Keith! Are you a parking ticket? 'Cuz you're got 'fine' written all over you."
Pidge shook her head. "That is so cliché, Lance," she muttered dissaprovingly.
Keith, however looked plain confused. "What? Do I look like a piece of paper to you? I know I'm pale, but is this a weird way of insulting me?"
Pidge choked on her own spit and cackled. "This is entertainment"
The next day, Lance tried again. "I think there’s something wrong with my phone. Could you try calling it to see if it works?"
Again, all Lance was rewarded with was a glare.
"Are you messing with me? You know we don't have phones out here."
"Oh. Huh, I forgot about that," Lance said to himself.
That night, Keith went through his usual routine to get ready for bed. He then slid under the covers, careful not to mess up the already made bed (because he was too lazy to mess it up and then remake it every morning). He eyelids drooped. Why was Lance acting so weird? Had he been drugged? Maybe Keith would have to ask Coran to give Lance a checkup in the morning...
"PARKING TICKET!" he gasped, bolting upright. (So much for not ruining the bed.) His face turned bright red with embarrassment.
"Damn it."
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Wait I have more:
"I always thought happiness started with an ‘h,’ but it turns out mine starts with ‘u.’"
"That makes absolutely no sense Lance"
"Lance, buddy, it's hopeless."
*Shiro shakes his head in that disappointed dad way*
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sqq: yes, he needs to become stronger so that he can protect his massive future harem of delicate women
lbh: am i pleasing to look at, shizun?
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