#character: lance

[ikarakie]

if a character means enough to me i will truly never stop thinking about them. i just retire them into a little back room in my brain and periodically bring them out to stare at them under a little light

[daemonmage]

Bruce about to reveal his identity to the JL

Bruce: “I’m going to do something that may traumatize two of you. I am not sorry.”

Oliver: “oh come on Batman your identity isn’t that special.”

Bruce going full whiny play boy: “Dinah! Ollie is being mean to me!!!”

Oliver: blue screens

Dinah: “YOU BITCH!?”

[fanartsandstuff]

I just love ao3 authors

We live in a beautiful era of people not giving a single fuck

[anatomical-puppet]

hello heartless nation :) long time no see

[characters belong to @abd-illustrates]

[akiione]

Lance slashblade and Disgust

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[scattered-winter]

literally nobody asked for these but im procrastinating packing up boxes so. woe v*ltron be upon ye

[linipik]

more of my red x blue jock girls agenda

[gwensketch]

I RELAPSED!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sikuena]

" Drink up baby, look at the stars- I'll kiss you again, between the bars."

[komohine]

“Second place: James!”

He was first in many things, but seemingly never the things that actually mattered.

1: He was only 4 when his parents stopped pretending to love him. His bedtime stories fell second to their own interests, and he was forced to face the dark alone.

2: Debate was a great extracurricular in his father’s eyes, but only if he got first place. Second place, according to his father, was a loser’s place. He got second that day. By then he had learned to not cry.

3: Even in the trial exam Shiro had brought to their middle school, James was second to Keith. It was frustrating, how his endless dedication and hard work seemed unable to surpass Keith’s raw talent.

4: When it was announced that Shiro and the rest of the crew had died, James had done everything in his power to keep Keith from spiralling. When Keith got expelled, James chased after him, clad in his sleep wear. It was pathetic. But he didn’t cry. At least he didn’t cry.

5: Maybe James was the foolish one, to think that Keith would settle after 6 years of war. To think that he wouldn’t leave again. But Keith had more work to do in the stars, and James was duty bound to Earth. They parted, James gifting a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums, pink camellias, forget me nots, his heart buried within the petals.

[side note, panel 4 does not align with my personal headcanons but i wanted 5 panels and this was the only thing i could come up with lol]

[iratherbewithyou]

Fake ass emo i saw you smiling

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[jiveyuncle]

Keith cringes at the hiss of the bedroom door sliding open and the unforgiving hall light racing in to fill the darkness. Still, Lance doesn't stir from where he lays sprawled out across the mattress, hair mussed in the pillow and foot hanging off the edge. Keith feels a twinge of guilt at encroaching on his space as he slides his jacket off to hang on the coat rack next to Lance's.

It's not that Keith isn't welcome here - he knows he is. This little back and forth pattern of theirs has been going on long enough that these motions should be as easy as sliding into his own bed, but it's not. Instead, it makes his heart ache just that little bit more, makes the pit of his stomach open up to swallow his insides and leave him feeling empty even as Lance pushes into his space each time to fill it. Because the problem is Lance is comfortable with Keith. He's comfortable with Keith because he is comfortable with everyone. It's who Lance is. Inviting. Open. Caring. He gives himself freely. And after the first few times of bumping into each other wandering the ship in the middle of the night in hopes of exhausting themselves into sleep, then actually falling asleep on the common room couch next to each other only to wake up with achy necks, Lance started boldly dragging Keith to bed and holding him in place to prevent him from wandering until morning.

“There's no way I'm letting you in bed with your shoes on.” Lance mumbles. A precautionary hand appears from under the sheets and flops down over the blanket to ward off any attempts to climb under them.

Keith lets out a huff of air that's just light enough to be considered a laugh. “I was going to kick them off.”

“No, no. We're civilized. Put them away.” The hand guarding the covers lifts and shoos him towards the wardrobe before dropping lazily.

“I wake up before you. You won't even see them.” Keith argues even as he crosses the room to oblige. The cabinet to the wardrobe cries out in protest as he opens it, and Keith winces, yet again, at any sound that disturbs the peaceful quiet. He makes a mental note to bug Hunk for some oil to grease the noisy hinges. If he's going to start putting his shoes in here, it's going to need to be quieter.

“I tripped over them when I got up to piss last time.”

Keith smiles to himself as he slinks back over, Lance already peeling the sheets back to invite him in. Keith slides down into the space to lie on his back and has to fight the urge to swallow hard when Lance's arm lowers down with the covers over his chest and never draws back away. “You're awake?” he says instead.

Lance hums quietly. “Brain won't shut off. The usual stuff. I was actually thinking about heading your way before you showed up.” Lance peeks an eye open, squinting through the exhaustion in the dim light. “You came in day clothes.”

“Walked a couple laps around the ship first. Didn’t know I was coming over.”

Lance lifts his chin in the hint of a nod before letting his eye fall back shut. “Glad I waited, then.” His fingers tug lightly near the collar of Keith's shirt, fiddling with the fabric in the mindless way he does with anything he can get his hands on - sometimes it's a leaf plucked from foliage as they trek through forested pathways, sometimes it's a pen spinning endlessly between his fingers during long diplomatic negotiations, sometimes it's a spoon that never settles back on his plate even an hour after he's taken his last bite and the conversation is flowing, and other times it's Keith’s shirt or hair or fingers at 3am when neither of them can sleep and whatever tension that is sustained in the daylight slips away.

And, as always, it sends a mixture of unwanted hope and desire through Keith's veins that quickly burns away to leave guilt in its destructive wake.

This habit. This closeness.

It means something different to each of them, and it's getting harder and harder for Keith's heart to remember that.

Keith reaches up to still the moving fingers on his chest, but Lance's unquestioning thumb seamlessly, innocently, agonizingly slips up along the side of his hand to trace over his knuckles instead.

Keith controls his next exhale and tries to ignore the gentle movement, but his mind can’t help supplying a word with each tender pass of a thumb: maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe there’s a chance. Maybe these things don't mean something quite so different to Lance. Maybe, if Keith offers a hand, then warm fingers will be there to take it.

Maybe.

He doesn't move again until Lance's breaths deepen and the soft brushes eventually slow to a stop.

When Keith rises in the morning, he bypasses the squeaky wardrobe, tugs on his jacket, and slides out into the hallway with only his socks to fight off the chill of the castleship floors from seeping into his feet. The warmth of a decision burns in his ribs as Keith settles into his lion 20 minutes later to start the early journey out to pick up a member of the Blade. Red senses the change, and a growl of approval rumbles through their bond, deep and affectionate and proud.

Keith’s mouth twitches up at the corner. He sends back his appreciation.

Dead Keith/Red Paladin Lance AU (Part 4/?)

Too bad he came to that decision a little late. Now, he’s kinda stuck not wanting to initiate something that he can no longer start.

Excited for y’all to spot where little nods to this snippet pop up in future chapters.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You can now read this on AO3 as:

Empty Spaces You Left Behind

[5ftboy]

"You wanna go to Vagus later and get married right after?"

[theknucklehead]

I know Inside Out 2 isn't out yet, but this moment alone gets the movie a 10 out of 10.

The low rez PS1 graphics, the stilted movement, the anime design and voice, Disgust being in love with him, his name Lance Slashblade, his hair blowing in the wind despite no wind, his hair clipping through him, his sword resembling a hockey stick,

and of course his pointless ability to morph into a ball like Samus, even if this is his only scene in the movie it will be the best part.

[yeehawpim]

sometimes ya just gotta act

[soadscrawl]

that "keith having to flirt w an enemy alien while lance is supposed to help but hes jealous" trope that i like