#maximum effort post

[inbabylontheywept]

Soviet Birds.

The secret facility that I work in has holes in the ceiling. We don't know how to get them fixed.

We tried asking the government to fix it, once. We told them that the holes in the older parts of the facility had gotten large enough to fit birds through, and that birds were getting through, and that, perhaps, a Soviet Spy could fit through as well.

After all, it is well known that Soviet Spies and pigeons are approximately the same diameter.

Our hope was that that this vague and nonsensical threat would put a little fire under Uncle Sam's feet. If the fed couldn't be bothered to give a shit about the giant gaping holes in the roof of our facility, perhaps they could be persuaded to give a shit about... Soviet Spies.

This attempt at manipulation 100% blew up in our faces.

See, the government does not need to be persuaded to give a shit about Soviet Spies. It still wakes up most nights, drenched in cold sweat, terrified and confident that a Soviet Spy is hiding in their nightstand. If it sees a rock on the ground, it flips it over, pistol drawn, ready to shoot the Soviet Spy it fully expects to slither out from underneath. Which is to say: The government is crazy. So when we dropped those two words - inflitration risk - in the repair request, they came in guns-a-blazin'.

Does that mean that they fixed the roof? Of course not. Don't be stupid. No, instead of performing basic maintenance, they installed a state of the art alarm system throughout the facility - lasers, sonar, the works - and told us to always be on the guard. Because of the roof holes.

Then they left.

So now we had an extremely good alarm system... and birds. Which have combined in incredibly obvious and predictable ways to produce an unending fountain of problems.

For Example: About once a month, someone gets called in by the local airforce dispatch because AAAAAAAAAAA a Spy is in the Rad Lab! We're all gonna die! Except every time, it's a bird. And I get why we have to check, but every time, the dispatcher is panicked and the person going out has to be like listen, listen: It's a bird. It's always a bird. It's been a bird every month for the last fifteen years. It will be a bird next month. All this stress? Bad for your heart.

Second Example: Sometimes, birds get in while we're actually working. And when it's in the morning, you know, it's a nuisance, and it stops testing (we are not going to risk irradiating a bird) but it's not an all-hands-on-deck situation because it doesn't take ten hours to get a bird out. But surprisingly often, the bird gets in riiiiight at closing time, and in that situation, everyone goes feral because nobody can leave until the alarm is set, and we cannot set the alarm while the bird is there, because the bird would immediately trigger it and then we'd have to stay another 4 hours to confirm that it was not a Soviet Bird.

So in order to go home, everyone's top priority is Get That Bird. And we have a system for it.

Step 1: The test stands tend to be located in rooms with 30+ foot ceilings. We can't catch birds in places like that - so we have to lure the bird into the relatively low ceilinged (8 feet only) upper offices.

We do this by turning all the lights off in the test rooms, then putting floodlights by the exits. I don't know why this works - some kind of evolutionary brain fragment shared by both Bugs and Birds - but work it does. The birds almost always follow after the lights. From there, it’s just two guys moving the floodlight and a third guy to turn off the lights.

Step 2: Everyone else has been waiting for this step. There is this long stairway up from the basement level into the offices, and in the final stage, the floodlights are brought to the base of the stairwell to bring the bird up. At the top of the steps there will be a group of tennish people, waiting for the signal. The light guys will set up the final transfer, everyone will tense, and then, swish...a bird will flit up the stairs and into the offices.

It's like watching werewolves on a full moon. Before the bird cometh, we are engineers. Nerds. Pale and skinny things, trembling under the fluorescent lights. After the bird, we are beasts. Feral, gnawing things, glowing under the orange sunrise of the 70's halogen floodlights.

And like all beasts, we cannot help but give chase.

Step 3: The were-engineers begin the hunt. The goal at the start is not really to catch the bird - just exhaust it. So the pack simply does not relent. Because the stakes are going home on time, the group is basically given free reign to go anywhere in the building. If someone's door is open, and the bird goes inside, they're going to have to deal with ten sweaty panting maniacs leaping around their office. They don't get to say that they're busy, or remark on how all this movement is a terrible distraction. They are allowed to sit in silence during the chaos, and perhaps thank the war party for chasing the bird while they sat comfortably on their ass. This has been explained several times, and it will continue to be explained until cooperation is achieved.

Anyway.

The chase can go on for quite some time. Sometimes, the bird will get tired and find a crevice to hide in, where it can then be reached through standard cornered-bird catching techniques.

Other times, it will slow down enough that someone can actually yoink it out of the air. But this will go on until someone catches the bird and triggers Step 4.

Step 4: The Finale. This is the get-the-bird-out-of-the-building stage, and it requires someone to adopt a specific role: To Become the Sacrificial Vessel of Bird Removal.

This job is both coveted and feared. It's coveted, because holding a wild bird in one's hands is a precious thing. To feel how small, and fragile, and scared it is, only to free it from the building? That is what it's like to be a benevolent God. But the cost! Oh, the cost. The entire time the Vessel is in motion, the bird will be biting the hell out of their fingers. And I cannot emphasize enough just how painful bird bites are. Their entire face is a set of needle posed pliers, and they know tricks the even the cartels haven't figured out yet. So there's always a little hubbub about who shall be The Vessel while onlookers, stranded outside The Office of Bird Capture, can only look on. Quiet arguments and pleas are heard, little fragments of fear and pride and glory trickling out of room like the silver dust left behind in a bag of well shook quarters. The sound of concensus is silence, and the argument will go on until that's all that's left. And then, from the darkness of the final office, the chosen sacrifice will step forward: Hands gently cupped, tears streaming down their face, fingers trembling from the pain of the ongoing bird chomps.

And this scene is what organizes people. Not leadership, not truly. No one can think and coordinate a crowd while their fingers are being attacked with a combination nutcracker/ear piercer. But the crowd sees the suffering of their annointed, and it is driven to do everything poossible to make the process flow. People instinctively flair out, finding the fastest path outside. Doors are held open. Paths are cleared. Someone, somehow, always knows the way forward and can describe it to the sufferer. Left, left, forward. Corner closet. Yep, there's a hall in there. Forward. Two-hundred more feet man, you're doing great. Just hold it together a little longer. You're killing it.

Then the final door swings open, and the bird flees out into what remains of daylight. And yet, even here, the deed is not yet done. I cannot explain it in words, but the crowd that helped is never content until they can see and speak on the Bird Vessel's wounds. They all have to pull the fingers back and see what was given. Estimate the price: One day to get better - No, three - No, a week! Are you blind? Do you see that blood blister? -Yeah, that's not going away anytime soon - Damn, can you believe how feisty those things are? Like wolves without teeth.

(They cannot help but touch as they go. It has always been this way. Even Thomas was not content until he felt the wounds in Christ's hands.)

Only when the last of the helpers has seen, and commented, and commended, will the engineers scatter. It is their return from the underworld that announces to the sun living surface dwellers that they too can go home. (@somerunner tolja it needed to be a post.)

[ciearcab]

saw the bookclub’s reached vol 10 so i’m joining in on the sorrows :,)

[larrylimericks]

10Apr25

Some packages get you a yacht But work with the budget you’ve got: Tag along with the crew, Snap your breakfast for two, And trust that the X marks the spot.

[internetgreatesthits]

[solidagotea]

he’s a squid now

[hplonesomeart]

Hey!! So turns out a video I made between a certain “well beloved but highly sensitive/emotionally reactive T.V” and an “orange haired inkling-turned-human” has managed to sweep my YouTube channel and accumulate 100k VIEWS!! THAT’S A LOT OF PEOPLE ACTUALLY?? My most widely viewed video EVER to exist in this moment in time?? AAAAA?? Not even mentioning the various comments and staggering increase in subs! It’s so much more then what I expected or even prepared for—might even be the most impactful thing to happen for me this year <3

…aside from graduating high school + the social connections I’ve been fortunate to make lol

BUT THE POINT IS I’d been closely monitoring the YouTube growth through the entirety of October. It’s make me smile like a dork, gawk in astonishment, dance frantically in my room from the energy boosts, and grow courage to stop being so selective/self-conscious with what I wish to share with the world! It’s kept my ambitions going!

I needed to find some way to celebrate the occasion and express my thanks—because I can’t NOT acknowledge this milestone jksjskp. Typically I try to avoid getting tunnel visioned focusing on the metrics/numbers. Mr. Puzzles had already demonstrated how much those things can mess with the minds of creatives. Caring too much about chasing views or placing your artistic value in attention seeking gets damaging. But at same time…it’s hard to deny the sense of pride the 100k achievement has filled me with. I understand that reaching 100k views doesn’t immediately make me any “better” or “worse” then I was before. I’m still just me! It only helps me feel seen by others—and that’s all I really needed. To hear some nice words & receive reminders that my ideas are cared about. So thank you SMG4 fandom for that, seriously thank you.

Please accept this Mr. Puzzle drawing as a way of sharing the happiness around. He’s so entertaining. Love him for simply existing. So glad we can all collectively be super attached to him (and the rest of the SMG4 cast of course). Can’t wait to see more incredible artworks from the fandom :)

Just incase anyone is confused by my vague description over which “animated video” I’m referring to here—hopefully this photo will help clarify lol. It’s this one!! Sorry about not outright stating the title at the start, I got carried away with writing!!

I’ve been in an odd place mentally when thinking about it. Wondering to myself if any of the attention is deserved considering it’s not even fully colored and could be dismissed as “low effort” content (despite taking several days making it). It’s easy to get into a trap of comparing yourself to others and questioning how much of the videos success is based on your skills, sheer algorithm luck, or only because you used popular characters and catered to a specific fandom. And then judging yourself by looking at other peoples videos. I’ve seen several artists post higher quality works then my own but it somehow gets less views. So why did mine succeed when others (who should have gotten just as much attention if not more) didn’t? Sometimes you feel like you’ve unfairly robbed them of that chance to be seen. However I’ve realized that I can’t ever expect views to be consistent—and comparing is pointless. So why worry about it or feel inadequate? I mean it’s pretty common for funny cat videos to go viral, so who am I to question the system lol. “Popular” YouTube videos can range from a passion project which took 7+ artists…to a clip of Toad singing Chandelier or a nonsensical Vine sketch. Anything can happen when it’s the internet! And just-so-happened my video was chosen. I should stay glad about that and get rid of all the overanalyzing. So that’s what I’ve chosen to do :)

[thepatchycat]

Happy Coday!

[icecappen]

So uh

[freezegirl]

i know you have before but will you talk more about kie and warren? when do they first meet?

askbox fun with @lvebug (ps: i used a lot of periods in the names of the characters mentioned because i don't want this to end up in the main tag, apologies to your eyes, either way)

before i answer your question, i gotta talk about something else first: so i know that, technically, the supporting material (i.e. the school id's) states that warren is a freshman too but 1) he wasn't seen on the bus. of course, it's highly probable he came with one of the other buses as there are six in total. and 2) he wasn't seen at power placement. and neither was f.reeze g.irl.

in my headcanon and heartcanon, warren is one year older than will and co and the same goes for f.reeze g.irl as well.

i've always been a sucker for the opposites attract / opposite element tropes (see: e.mber l.umen & w.ade r.ipple from e.lemental, 2023 & z.utara, though i also like k.ataang and whatever the ship name of t.oph / a.ang is) so obviously i'd go hard for them. i'm very much a cheeseball so having an opposites attract / opposite element ship with soulmate/twin flame tropes? yes. give it to me. i will eat it up every time.

the reason why is because there is so much potential: we barely know anything about f.reeze g.irl. we don't know her name, we don't know her last name; we only know her looks and her element and that the kid with the laser eyes harrasses her and judging from the speed with which she froze him and his friend, i am inclined to believe that wasn't the first time it happened.

and, honestly, there isn't much we know about w.arren, either: we know his name, his element, we know his dad's a villain and his mom's a hero. but we don't know her name, we don't know her powers. we don't know her past or even w.arren's. hell, technically, we don't even know what barron battle did to land himself in lockup. and yes, i know, it's a d.isney movie so of course they wouldn't elaborate, but still.

so yeah, for my version of f.reeze g.irl - it was always w.arren, from day one, and it is always going to be w.arren. he makes her feel warm, he makes her feel safe, he makes her feel loved and through being with him and loving him, khione learns how to take up space. learns how to embrace her many wants and needs. learns how to love herself.

(sidenote: i'm a multi-shipper so i can definitely see the appeal of l.ayla x w.arren which is arguably more popular and of w.arren x w.ill and of w.arren x w.ill x l.ayla, which is also a tiny segue into the ot4 of my dreams namely w.arren x w.ill x l.ayla x f.reeze g.irl; together they're pretty much the avatar and i think that's awesome!)

all her life, khione has heard tales of b.arron b.attle from her parents - evander (permafrost) and saraswati (ganga), whether in person or on a call.

(and maybe, in another life, if the goossens hadn't been who they are, maybe they could have been chill. maybe going to the same alma mater and having powers and passing them on to their children would have been the only thing they have in common with b.arron b.attle. but, alas, not in this one.)

before the commander managed to take b.arron b.attle down, permafrost got sent in. thing is, though, ice melts and the cryokinetic was no match. no match at all. in fact, the injuries sustained during the fight with b.arron b.attle is the reason why evander had to hang up the cape, permanently. saraswati followed suit, always in solidarity with her husband (though not so much with her daughter).

and maybe khione should have been brimming with righteous daughter rage. maybe khione should have hated w.arren from the start. (but, honestly, b.arron b.attle did everyone a favor because evander goossens is many things but a hero he is not.)

in fact, she distinctly remembers bursting into tears after hearing about b.arron b.attle's son for the first time as a pre-teen, because even though she didn't really know him, her heart still ached for him: "it's not fair! it's not fair! it's not his fault!"

(her parents make it clear, rather quickly, that pyrokinetics are dangerous and that she can befriend and can come home with whomever down the line, except a fire wielder. look at what happened to your father, saraswati says, again and again, angry, angry, angry, they destroy everything they touch.)

khione meets w.arren, officially, during her freshman year at s.ky h.igh, during power placement.

but she'd seen him long before that. the very first time she saw him was right before their first day of school. farzana and jawaharel took her out to the paper lantern to celebrate this new chapter of her life, in lieu of her parents who weren't present. he was their waiter. their hands touched as he handed her the food she'd ordered. that was the first time she felt a spark of heat, of true warmth. that was the first time she felt his heat signature.

khione remembers feeling like she was of two minds: one part of her was laughing and joking around with farzana and jawaharel, talking about how good her food is and what she'll learn in school while another part of her desperately tried to tamp down the urge to reach out, to ask: "can you feel it too?". luckily, the evening goes off without a hitch. even so, she spends the rest of the night thinking about the boy who seemed, to her, fire made flesh. an avatar of agni, the god of fire.

as soon as she got out of the bus the next day, she could feel it again. feel him. his heat signature is bright like the sun, so much brighter than anyone else's. of course that'd stand out to her, of course she'd be drawn to that. to him.

then principal powers introduces herself, as does coach boomer and power placement begins and that is all she thinks about.

khione turns the gym into a winter wonderland, gets marked up as a hero and w.arren melts the snow, turns it to sludge, and then turns the gym into a sauna. at that point, khione slips out of the doors as the lunch bell rings. people whisper villain but coach boomer marks him up as a hero, too.

after power placement, their paths diverge almost immediately: whispers follow him everywhere he goes and people mistrust him because of his family ties so he keeps to himself. meanwhile, she becomes fast friends - not only with e.li "hawk" m.oskowitz but also with the olympians (nicknamed as such because they all have mythological names and most of them have or had dreams of going to the olympics).

a few weeks into the first year, lash asks khione out; she says no. this earns her the nickname f.reeze g.irl that will follow her around for the remainder of her time at s.ky h.igh and even beyond, because lash lashes out. snarls something about khione being unable to feel. and then something else about w.arren. though whether w.arren heard that is anyone's guess.

(thing is, though, neither w.arren nor khione are in a good headspace to begin anything during their freshman year, much less with each other: w.arren is still dealing with the large shadow his father cast and khione is still working through the trauma of sending the first boy she ever kissed to the ER with severe hypothermia.)

it is only during their sophomore year, after the school is saved from r.oyal p.ain and after their dance slash moment at homecoming that the proverbial ice begins to thaw and they begin to speak to each other, growing closer, and it is only when they are much more comfortable with each other that khione reveals, well, all of the above.

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

very important: listen to the entirety of mitski's bury me at makeout creek and think abt samdean

[freakinator]

wemmbu: *breaking out*

spoke: *talking about droplet torture*

[shiryawashere]

you ever miss your comfort character so bad you gotta go outside about it

[ketchuppee]

During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.

It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.

That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.

I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.

One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.

My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.

I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.

I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.

All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.

None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.

[kxsagi]

Hiiii, you don't have to do this but bllk men and fem reader, reader is trying to get the "a man" trend on tiktok to do with them. (I'll be glad if it's Sae and Rin in particular).. Still, of course, you don't have to❤️

“𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚-𝐞-𝐚-𝐚-𝐚𝐧”

a/n: tell me why i had to search up this trend 😭 (why am i surprised i never know any trends)

(dk art credits so sorry but BOOM SHAKALAKAAAA YES GAWD YES GAWD YES GAWDDD)

ft. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu

itoshi rin 

rin acts like it’s no big deal. he casually swings you on his shoulder with one arm, gripping your thigh like it’s second nature. the second the beat drops, he slowly flexes his free arm – expression deadpan, but you know he’s doing it on purpose. his bicep tenses, veins slightly visible, and he stares at the camera like he’s bored out of his mind. but when you squirm, flustered, he leans down with a low murmur by your ear: “stop moving. you’ll make me drop the flex.” oh, he’s smug as hell. 

shidou ryusei

shidou? oh, he’s MILKING it. he throws you on his shoulder with zero warning, grips your thigh tightly, and with the most cocky grin, he flexes his free arm as hard as he can. he’s lowkey making direct eye contact with the camera, smirking like he knows he’s hot shit. when you wiggle and playfully slap his shoulder, he only tightens his grip and flashes his teeth with a wild grin. “c’mon, babe. lemme have my moment.” and yeah, he’s absolutely doing another take. “wait, one more. i wasn’t flexing hard enough.”

itoshi sae

sae makes it look too easy. you’re sat on his shoulder like a scarf, and he barely even blinks. he lifts his free arm into a lazy stretch, then subtly bends it just enough to make his bicep pop. it’s so casual it almost seems unintentional, until you glance at him and catch that little glimmer of smugness in his eyes. when the video ends, he sets you down and coolly mutters, “felt kinda light, y’know?” but the way his hand casually squeezes your thigh before letting you go? yeah, he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

isagi yoichi

isagi seems all shy at first, hesitating before lifting you. “are you sure?” “are you calling me heavy?” “n-no!” and then BAM. he hoists you up effortlessly, one arm secure around your legs, the other arm flexed like a champ. his bicep is solid, and the way his muscles strain just slightly under the pressure? HELLO??? he’s all smiles and giggles, pretending to be embarrassed by the whole thing. but you catch the way he glances at the camera afterward, all boyish grin and sparkling eyes, clearly lowkey proud. 

bachira meguru

bachira absolutely sprints into frame, scooping you up in one fluid motion and tossing you onto his shoulder like a ragdoll as he flashes a cheeky grin at the camera. when the beat hits, he flashes a cocky flex, winking dramatically. he even makes kissy faces at his bicep, clearly having the time of his life. you’re laughing so hard you almost fall off, but he just tightens his grip and grins. “hold on tight, baby. gotta make sure they get the full view of my guns.” 

mikage reo

reo is posing for this trend like he’s on the cover of vogue. he throws you on his shoulder so effortlessly it’s unfair, one hand gripping your thigh possessively while the other flexes with precision. he slightly tilts his chin and angles the flex for maximum definition (yeah, he knows his angles). post-video, he smirks at you, voice low, “did you get my best side?” oh, and he definitely makes you redo it three times just to get the perfect shot. 

nagi seishiro

nagi picks you up like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done. he barely blinks, one arm slung around your legs, the other loosely flexing. but despite how nonchalant he looks, his bicep is defined as hell. veins subtly trace along his forearm as he effortlessly holds you in place, barely exerting any effort. “mmm… comfy?” he mumbles, stifling a yawn, still casually shredded despite being half-asleep. and yeah, he definitely carries you around for a good five minutes afterward, claiming he’s “too tired” to put you down. 

karasu tabito

karasu is so obnoxious with it. he literally slaps his bicep before the lift, looking directly into the camera with a cocky grin. “a man?” he deadpans, before scooping you up with one arm and holding you there like you’re a duffel bag. he flexes hard, making sure his bicep looks huge, and then, just because he’s a show-off, he does a few squats with you still draped over his shoulder. “might as well just start my workout for the day.” you’re yelling at him to stop, but he’s having the time of his life. 

otoya eita

otoya swings you over his shoulder with one smooth motion, hand gripping your thigh just a little too firmly. when the beat drops, he smirks at the camera and slowly flexes, rolling his shoulders slightly so the veins on his bicep stand out. he glances at you mid-flex, brows raised. “you good up there, baby?” and when you squeak at how high up you are, he smirks even wider. afterward, he sets you down, eyes glinting. “what, you nervous? you can hold onto me anytime, y’know.” 

yukimiya kenyu

yukimiya is all smiles and soft eyes as he picks you up, murmuring, “careful, now,” like he’s worried you might fall, even though he’s holding you so securely you might as well be glued to him. when the beat hits, he flashes a surprisingly solid flex, bicep firm and taut, veins subtly tracing along his forearm. he doesn’t smirk or show off, just smiles softly at you, his flex looking effortless. post-video, he presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs, “you okay, baby?” as if he didn’t just lowkey manhandle you like a pro. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[badsongpetey]

Post canon klance pride 🏳️‍🌈 Imagine all of voltron shows up at the parade, and the red and black paladins are giving maximum effort.