#i have a big long list of things i need to do and drawing klance is not on it so i don’t know where this came from

[stratos-ane]

:P

[riskeith]

good morning love! (or afternoon for you hehe)

deku vs kacchan part 2 is my favorite ep of the entire series actually. i’ve watch that ep so many times as well it’s just perfect. i got into them when i watched that episode actually! the voice acting god..... literally shivers. now that i think about it it might even be my favorite anime ep of all time help. i just love how bakugou lets it all out and we get to see that side of him.. the insecure scared child he tries to hide. god i could ramble about it forever idk just love it. OH YOU WATCHED THE MOVE RIGHT AFTER? a scene with bakugou and todoroki is guaranteed a good time.. and they work so well together. haha that’s such a nice coincidence tho their dynamic is great in that movie even if it’s mostly kiribaku sjsksjk. what do you think about kiribaku btw?

RIGHT!!! at least we have a couple days to decide hihi.... paimon no longer emergency snack.. only seelie. 🥴 oooh? what kind of thing have you envisioned? (if you wanna share ofc!)

i’ve seen so many people mention that!! like one of the worst parts of the game is that in the higher level you get the less there are to do.. ssjksjdk at some point all you can do is grind domains and try to level up shdkdfhdj

LEVEL 40 INTO A LEVEL 70+ FIGHT ok that’s honestly hilariously brave doesn’t she like die right away 😔 oh yeah you’ll be leveling up Again soon *praying for you*... can’t believe they don’t keep the easy bosses anymore sjdkfh that’s so rude. this game is just grind grind grind. WE NEED A BENNY STORY SO BADLY. like imagine a story with him wanting to seek out diluc because he wants to learn how to fight from a master or something like that. i saw it in a comic and i can’t stop thinking about it 😭 all of them deserve stories!!! there’s so many ways they could make it happen pls mihoyo... chongyun x xingqiu story... <333

shfkjdskdjhf nope right now i’m playing with noelle as my main damage dealer, traveller, lisa and barbara actually. so i think i have a pretty good balance atm.. 2 long range 2 short range-ish. i usually trade out barbara for another character if i have to tho, hehe. that’s only combat though ^ benny is with me when we explore. mood is me having a 5 star and not even using her... i still need to think of ways qiqi could fit into the group yk. is your group still looking the same as before? ooooh if you could rank the elements what would your ranking look like?

172!!!!! that’s a bit short though when you said tall i thought like... 190 or something sjksjdxk. wait how tall are You?

oh i just meant like... people bashing others for spending too much money on the game vs those that bash people for not spending money and complaining that they don’t get 5 star etc? idk yt comments can be so ugly though so it’s a good thing that you don’t read them sjdjdjdkd

that’s super smart!!! you just follow along the plan and delete when you come to the part. must feel so satisfying too i imagine. haha, what little notes i have i put in the notes app and just check up on when i need to. sometimes i even forget they’re there shdkdhsks. my notes are filled with half-assed dialogue or random one words notes that don’t make any sense to me anymore.. nskdhddjdj

you’re right!! so you write at night? sometimes i just open docs on my phone and write a bit before i sleep and when i wake up it’s either a grammatical mess or just... super bad hskshd the brain is simply too tired to create anything shakespeareian

nooo i’ll def check these out and let you know what i think. i’ve seen halsey being in pretty much every klance playlist on spotify so i imagine she portrays their vibes pretty nicely. doesn’t she have a song she sings about being blue and red or something... shdjfhdj such a bad description but i see it being used in edits a lot. also now that i think of it melanie has a song called pacify her that i really like!! do you like it?

THATS SO CUTE YOU ARE A CRYBABY. 🥺 same here tbh i actually like crying sometimes... sjskdjdjd like you said it just feels nice to get it all out. i cry to almost movie or series or book i read i’m a super emotional person but i also think it adds to the experience? you feel more immersed in it that way.

RIGHT??? ITS SO BEAUTIFUL!!! and it’s our boys 😭 and they’re cuddling 😭 under the sun 😭 ssjdjdhdjdj 😭

can’t wait to hear from you again <3 yours, ma <3

good night! more like ahhah

:o!! that’s so legendary of them wow.. <33 and yeah honestly the voice acting is phenomenal.. and all the implications behind the fight too? bakugou finally opening up? midoriya understanding that what he needs is to fight him? ugh. kiribaku is fine! fhdsjfks my brain is so full of todobaku that any other ship is really just... in the background hfskjfs but i can appreciate the relationship they have! with kiri being the only one bakugou has really acknowledged and seeing as being on the same level, that iconic hand clasp when bakugou was being rescued... i have a kiribaku fic in my drafts but idk if i can ever get to it ahha. you like them a lot right?

ikkk also i didn’t know we had to wait until the very end to buy? i have more than enough to buy it rn but when i clicked it said ‘must explore area 14 first’ and i was just... bruh. AHAHAH. okay so in my mind it’s like.. chongyun at a funky angle we’re kinda looking up at him and his body is like bent down towards us fhsdkjs idk how to describe it but i can picture it very well but i also cannot put it to paper/screen. and then his clothes are just black instead of white! HAHAH. tho i kinda wanna see if i can draw a xiao first to offer up to the gacha gods hfsdjkfs (and if i can i’ll do a version w a dark outfit too for u hehe)

legitttt im literally just logging in and grinding the talent domains every day fhsdkjfhskfhjd there are some artifacts i want as well but the domain is literally SO difficult for me fuck.

i just go in and use her skill then heal a bit and switch right away fhsdkjfsd it going alright! and then i go ham with my other 3 charas and switch back to her to heal again fhskfjd. OMGGG that’s so cute please... i miss diluc too... come back!! i wish we had a way to replay the old quests even if we get nothing out of them like i just wanna experience it again ya know.

oooo! that’s pretty nice. hfskjd you could switch barbara out for qiqi! since she’s a healer as well. omg wait you have lumine right? so your combat team has no males? legendary 😩 we love fighting queens! ya! traveller, chongyun, xiangling, fischl. and then i switch depending on the domain/boss i’m gonna fight. hmm elements I think would go: anemo, cryo, electro, pyro, hydro, geo, dendro? LMAO i reckon if i had diluc tho pyro would be higher... i also almost forgot to add geo to that list lmaooooooo oops, hbu??

I JUST SAW THE LINK.... AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! the bestest boys look how cute they’re sjdkfjdjjdd i’m obsessed. the picture where benny has his back turned sjdudjdjddnd stop. 🥺 they’re so neat. 🥺 also NO ARE YOU SERIOUS? that’s so upsetting are you gonna try it out nonetheless or do you think it’s too risky?

they’re SO neat!!! and bennett facing the other way was so fhskjfd yeah cute <3333333 I KNOWWW IM SO SAD :((( and no...... im not gonna try 😭😭😭 i told my brother about it too and he asked how many rolls i was at and i said 70 and he was straight up ‘you can’t try then’ and i was like ‘i know 😔😔’. @ xiao... i am giving up xingqiu rate up for you 😤😤😤😤 ugh i hope i can still get xingqiu in xiao’s banner tho even tho the chances will be shit. are you gonna roll ganyu’s banner?

FHSKJFSD NOOOOOO don’t tell me 172 is average for you wtf... (apparently the average male height in japan is 160cm! for reference ahah) and i myself am. one hundred and. fifty something cm hfsdjfhskjdfhskdjfhw9uehdsifhwsdkjfhsdkfhsd 😔 big sighs lmaoooooooo. how tall are you? (im assuming much taller 😔😔😔😔😔)

ooh notes app? nice ahaha. fhdkjfhskfsk hdthat’s the mood tho! if i don’t have my laptop with me i’ll write out everything on notes first then transfer to my laptop~

AHAHAH yeahhh i think mostly i do? bc during school times i’ll only write after i’m done with my work which = night time. for a while Peak writing time for me was like 1am lmfao but i do that in a like half-asleep half-conscious state so when i come back the next day at a “normal” time i run into the same issue as you fshdfkjshfs

she does!!! it’s called colours 😩 but i think the one i related to voltron most is control! there was this really good shiro edit with that song i still remember it to this day <3 yeah i do!!! i like most of melanie’s songs actually ahahah. i think my favourite for a while was show and tell~

it totally does!! like it’s satisfying as well you know... like the characters have gone through so much and you experienced that with them so it’s natural to get emotional about it. that reminds me, what kind of books do/did you read? did you read all Those YA novels ahah talking about crying has reminded me how i cried reading those..

<333 i wanna be there with them 😩 actually no i want to BE them 😩😩😩

eager for your response <33 love, c.r.

[otheliame]

one on the fluff/ general list!!

“how much did you drink?”

You didn’t give me a couple so Imma just go with Klance modern au bc ... ya know... 

THIS TURNED OUT WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD but i needed a good warm up, thank you for the prompt, friend, enjoy the mutual pining meal. 

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“Enough to have a good time, which is more than I can say for you, Mullet!” Lance proclaims with a wicked smirk, a perched elbow draped on Keith’s shoulder and holding him prisoner where they sit together on the couch in Pidge’s apartment. 

Keith enjoys these parties well enough. It’s why he’s here, after all. He enjoys spending time with his friends, especially when Matt’s in town, which makes these parties all the more eventful because of some crazy scheme he develops. His favorite part though is usually at the very beginning when Lance would always challenge him to some drinking competition, and it would end with one or the other getting so plastered to the point they’d have to either depend on Hunk and Pidge or each other to get them to help. But that didn’t happen tonight, much to Keith’s surprise. Lance had shown up at some point when Keith was otherwise occupied - probably when he and the rest of the party was watching Hunk trying to get Matt untangled from the big hydrangea bush that he’d decided was a softer landing than the grass when he’d leapt from the roof... But show up he did, as Keith didn’t even know Lance was here until he had a pair of long, gangly legs in his lap where he sat on the couch on his phone, nearly knocking the mixed drink in his other hand to the carpet. He reeks of liquor, it’s like his very clothes, a light blue button down with the top two tastefully undone and jeans, were originally woven with the alcoholic essence infused into its fibers. 

“I am having fun.” Keith huffs indignantly in response, his phone shoved in his pocket so his free hand can rest on Lance’s thighs in his lap, mostly to keep him from kicking around. “When did you get here?” 

“An hour ago!” Lance pouts, suddenly weaving his fingertips into the long fringes of Keith’s hair at the back of his neck, the warmth of them spreads straight through his pleasantly buzzed veins and makes Keith flush a little harder than he thinks ought to be necessary. “You’ve been avoiding me!” He accuses him with his fingers tightening in his hair like a warning, his eyes narrowed and his tongue stuck between his teeth. 

Keith furrows his eyebrows at the other, “No I wasn’t, I just didn’t know you were here yet-”

“Excuses, excuses!” Lance waves a hand dramatically to silence him before he swings his feet out of Keith’s lap, much to Keith’s sudden and rather surprising disappointment, and grabs his hands in his, “Now come on, quit brooding!”

“I’m not brooding!” Keith grumbles as he’s hauled to his feet but he follows the other, excitable man faithfully and without complaint as he’s led away, outside. 

“You’re always brooding.” Lance proclaims with a shot look over at Keith as he tugs him through the sliding doors until they’re on the porch. It’s brisk, fall is beginning to settle and despite the alcohol to keep Keith warm the nip is still tangible, hence why the rest of the party is inside. The silence settles on Keith’s shoulders like a pair of icepacks, he finds himself looking over at the freckled profile of his friend as he stops at the railing, his jawline cuts like the night sky itself and his eyes look like the essences of the stars were caught within them, blued and serene moons that Keith could stare at for years. That he has been staring at for years. 

“What’re you?-” Before Keith can question Lance he seals a hand over the other’s lips, silencing him effectively. He quickly shushes him with an angry whisper in response, “Just watch!”

Keith follows his gaze upwards, to the skies and the stars, and for several minutes he wonders if he should really be listening to the demands of a drunk... until the first flash of light, like a thrown lighter across the cosmos. He sucks in breath as Lance twines his fingertips with his, he almost misses the second shot, then the third. 

The doorway behind the pair opens and the celestial cloud Keith found himself caught in almost evaporates as a voice, Hunk’s voice, calls from behind him, “Whoa, meteor shower! Guys, come over here, you’ve gotta see this!” There’s the sound of many feet and the jumble of voices as the others join the pair on the porch but Keith can’t find it in him to notice them. All he can see is the shooting stars reflections in Lance’s eyes as they reflect the heavens themselves, deep and alive and bursting like the ocean. 

Eventually the space dulls as the meteor shower ends and the patrons of the party head back inside, complaining of the nip and chill of the air, but Keith couldn’t care less. He doesn’t even feel it, truthfully. All he can feel is the slight chilled fingers in his palm providing him with a warmth that transcends mere temperature. 

Keith remembers to breathe when the eyes that he’d been lost within turn to regard him, “Whew! I’m glad I remembered that! Pretty cool, huh?” His words slur with the alcohol, the space between them smells like fireball and coke and Keith almost wishes that he could taste some. “Keith?”

He was staring. He quickly clears his throat and smiles a bit crookedly in response, squeezing Lance’s hand in his, “How’d you know about the meteor shower?”

Lance rolls his eyes and draws his hand away from Keith’s, but before he can think to miss it his fingertips instead drag up his forearm and to his elbow, bicep, shoulder, it leaves such sharp electricity in Keith’s skin, even through the material of his jacket, that he almost doesn’t hear his blasé response, “Uh, saw it on Twitter on my way here, duh. Perks of following NASA.” He winks at Keith and sticks out his tongue at him as his hand refinds itself back in the fringes of Keith’s hair at the nape of his neck, running through the locks like a pen through rivers of ink. 

Keith can’t help but smirk at him in response, his pulse is coming faster and he tries to best to hide it by instead teasing him gently, “Nerd.” 

Lance cocks an eyebrow at Keith with a challenging air, “Bold words coming from you, Mr. Full-Ride-To-Carnell.” 

Keith rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Not the same.” 

“It so is.” Lance insists, but when Keith doesn’t response he lets the matter drop with his hand back to his side, turning instead to lean on the railing. Keith moves to join him, drumming his knuckles on the metal idly to keep the feeling in his fingers. After a few beats of silence Lance suddenly turns to face him, “Why did you turn that down, by the way?”

Keith raises an eyebrow over at Lance a tad incredulously, “Why didn’t I go to Carnell?... That was... three years ago, now, Lance.”

Lance huffs, Keith tries to refrain from biting his lip when he sees the carmine bloom in the other’s dark skin, “Well you never gave me a good answer then, so I’m asking now!”

Keith shrugs, pondering the question over for a moment before he replies tersely, “... ‘Cause I didn’t want to.” 

Lance sighs dramatically, throwing his hands tiredly in the air, “That’s such a you thing to say.” Keith continues to watch the way the star-kissed skin of the other crinkles by his eyes when he smiles as Lance continues without a pause, “I mean... I thought you liked the place.” He suddenly pauses, his baby blue gaze drifting to the ground below as his voice changes entirely, it grows smaller, quieter, tentative, “I thought you wanted to get out of here.”

Keith’s immediate reaction is to say ‘I do’ but he stops himself at the last second. Lance is right; Keith has felt stir crazy sitting in the same town for so long, he’d been on the move his whole life thanks to his... upbringing... but when he reconnected with his Mom he settled here for high school and then for undergrad at the local college. He would talk to Lance about it once they got to be good friends in their junior/senior year, when they grew inseparable. Lance and Keith, neck and neck. “I can’t believe you remember that.” Keith murmurs in response with evident shock in his tone, his tongue feels heavy and grows heavier with every word that slips out of his mouth, almost like chains getting latched onto each of his tastebuds individually. 

“Of course I remember.” Lance waves a hand at Keith dismissively, but before he can question what do you mean of course Lance continues, he talks far faster when he’s drunk and it takes Keith a moment to process, to keep up with him, “I can’t believe you didn’t take that free ticket to someplace new. They had a great vet program and everything, too! It seemed kinda... perfect for you.”

Keith raises an eyebrow at Lance. At his arching brow of question, his searching gaze for something that Keith is unsure what he will find. “It was missing what was most important to me.” He murmurs softly in response, keeping his words as vague as possible as he affirms his gaze onto the night sky, allowing the deep black to swallow his attention instead of the oceanic worlds caught in his best friend’s eyes. His best friend that he’s been in love with for years. Which of course he never told him. Even when Lance came out as bisexual a few years ago. He never wanted to jeopardize what they had; he valued his friendship more than anything else he could gain, especially because of how much of an uphill battle it was for them to get to where they are. 

That’s why Keith isn’t telling Lance he didn’t go because he didn’t want to leave him behind. He’d wanted to see the world, sure, but why would he want to go anywhere when his world was already right here next to him? 

Keith can feel the other’s eyes examining his profile as he stares at the naked cosmos, after a moment Lance’s slurred voice breaks the silence, “But-... What’s most important, then, if not for... ya know... all the important stuff that you needed. You know?” 

Lance has always had a way with words, but most especially when he’s drunk, Keith thinks with bemusement to himself. 

“There’s more to a place than the programs. And stuff.” Keith tacks on, his gaze flickering down to the railing, at his hands grasping it. 

Lance doesn’t answer for a long time. He leans his shoulder on Keith’s, instantly heating his side like he’s a furnace, when his head snaps a bit to the side as he hums, “I never told you this, but I’m really glad you didn’t go.”

Keith raises an eyebrow and glances over at the other in confusion. Lance’s expression is pensive, almost downturned and crestfallen like his thoughts are dragging down the corners of his lips. “Why?” Keith ventures when it appears that Lance isn’t going to continue. 

“Because I’d miss you.” 

Keith blinks  at Lance in surprise. His tone was raw, vulnerable, like he had to yank out a tooth to get the four simple words out, and the starlight in his gaze reflect it, the illumination of bandages in the night. 

Keith chews on his lip briefly, considering the wisdom of his words only for a spare second before he hums, “I’d miss you too, man. That��s... that’s why I didn’t end up going.” 

Lance blinks. Once. Twice. Then, like a crack of lightning, Keith starts when he finds the other’s hands in the collar of his jacket, pinning him roughly to the railing as he cries out, “What do you mean you didn’t go? Because of me?!” Lance sounds like he’s trying to be hurt, but it sounds more incredulous and shocked than anything else, like that was the last thing that he was expecting Keith to say. 

Keith grabs Lance’s wrists in response, growling with pure, deadly seriousness in his voice, “Of course it was because of you!” 

Something about his words sucks the tension in the air into a vortex, leaving the pair staring at one another with wide, owlish eyes. After a moment Keith takes a surprisingly shaky breath, his skin itches and his lips ache to press closer, even more so with the alcohol in his blood and the proximity of Lance to him. But he manages to wrangle himself under control after a long moment, meeting the confused, bruised fires in Lance’s gaze as he whispers with breaking words, “I couldn’t go off somewhere without you. You’re my... it’s... always been you, Lance.”

Lance stares at Keith like he just started speaking tongues, his hands still wound up tightly in his collar like he’s about to start throttling him, which for a moment Keith wonders if that’s what he’s planning to do. But he doesn’t. He does the last thing that Keith expects. 

Keith makes a noise in the back of his throat in surprise when Lance suddenly surges forward, his lips are on his and the taste of cinnamon and liquor is so startling strong and powerful that he finds his breath coming harder than before, sucking the heat off of Lance’s soft lips like an ice cube dropped on a hot plate. Lance’s fingertips dig into Keith’s collarbone as he presses closer, pinning Keith to the railing as his lips start to move against his and Keith’s thoughts shamble to pieces, leaving nothing but the texture of his bottom lip firmly imprinted onto his brain as he kisses him back. He doesn’t care to think about whether this is a good idea, no, he doesn’t give a single fuck about that at all, especially not when his hands wind around Lance’s waist and he feels his breath hiccup on his tongue. Lance’s hands drag up the skin of Keith’s throat, parting his quickly panting lips as he digs his fingertips into his hair and holds him flush against him. It’s not one kiss, it’s not three, it’s something infinite and melting one into the other just as the two are, their breath mingling with the sudden realization of mutual want and sending shivers up both of their spines, no longer cold, not hot, something transcendent and caught between. 

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for Keith’s mind to clear out of the fog induced by Lance’s expert lips to think again, but when he does he realizes just how much he tastes like a distillery. A brief moment of cold seizes his chest as the thought of impermanence flakes into his consciousness, unwelcome and unhappy... but a needed wakeup.

He wedges a hand between himself and Lance, much to the other’s drunken disgruntlement, and takes a second to compose himself, to catch his breath, “... Y-you’re drunk. You’re not thinking straight-”

“Damn right I’m not thinking straight.” Lance jokes with a wicked smirk and a brilliant, mischievous twinkle in his eye, but seeing the expression on Keith’s face he pauses his movement to return into his arms, instead staying at the brief, cut distance Keith enforced; it feels like miles away in comparison to how close they were but seconds ago. Lance furrows his eyebrows after a moment and huffs indignantly, “I’m not wasted enough to think you’re somebody else. You’re Keith.” Keith lets out a disdainful ‘tch’ but it’s cut off when Lance’s fingertips draw across his aching lips, “I’m kissing you, Keith, on purpose. Not just ‘cause I’m drunk or nothing.” 

Keith furrows his eyebrows at him and he can’t help but growl with a hard edge in his voice as he responds, “Then why are you doing it now?” Why now, Keith thinks to himself with the bitter taste of fireball on his tongue, and not earlier? A week, a year ago, two years, three? If you truly feel the same way then why now? 

Lance sighs and shakes his head a bit as if he’s clearing his thoughts of bees, “I... It’s kinda been a long time coming. I kept wanting to, but it never seemed like the right time, or I would second guess myself and wonder if you actually liked me or if we were just good friends to you, or... I don’t know.” He winds his fingers into Keith’s hair idly, Keith wonders if he’s even conscious of the invasiveness of his touches but he’s so suddenly starving for them that he doesn’t find it in him to care to point it out to him. Lance touches his forehead to Keith’s, his eyes close and Keith gazes into the openness of his face with dying fear as he continues in a low hum, “I dunno, man. I’ve always had... something for you, too, I guess. I don’t know, it just sounded like you felt the same way when you said that. I’ve wanted it to be you too, Keith, It’s you, too. It’s always been you, too!”

Lance sniffs as emotion almost visibly swells in his throat and Keith suddenly finds a smile coming to his face. He cups his face, surprising the other so hard that his sky blue eyes leap open like the crest of a waterfall, and touches his nose to his tenderly. “Well,” He grumbles in a deep, husky drawl, “It certainly took you long enough.” 

Lance’s bottom lip wobbles and then tugs upright, Keith’s heart is ripped up with it as Lance leans heavier into his arms, “Geez, I fuckin’ guess so!” Without another word he presses forward and kisses Keith again, this time it’s gentler and more affirming than anything else, a seal at the end of a sworn oath. 

Keith mumbles against his lips in between kisses as his hands are dragged back to his hips, “We’re gonna- f- talk about this more when ... we’re sober.”

Lance proclaims with the joy of a kid on Christmas morning, “Yes! But now, more kisses!” He presses forward and holds onto the other tighter and tighter, keeping true to his word. 

[stardustizuku]

Can we talk abt the fandom's lack of creativity when it comes to shipping? Almost everything is solely Dekubowl and that's cool and all but what about bakubowl? kamibowl? MOMOBOWL?? Like c'mon fandom there are more characters that need loving as well 😥

the dekubowl actually goes far back into fandom history. It was the fandom’s poor attempt to do damage control when it came to ships. 

You have your sheith and your klance, your makoharu and your rinharu, your usuk with fruk. it’s bound to happen. 

when this fandom was still an embryo i took a peak, and no one knew exactly what was going to be what. no one knew who these two big mlm couples would be, sincebnha escapes a bit the usual formula,  and they didnt want to get into a fight. Most shippers came from relatively chill fandoms, so they thought it would work…

“We ship everything!” to avoid getting into fights. and well, it worked for a while. 

turns out bnha got…a bit bigger than expected. 

the dekubowl has been declining slowly as the entirety of the fandom went to each corner and it became obvious who the two big ships were. and even when the dekubowl has been milder now…you can see who exactly runs it. often tddks, who hate bakugou and just want him to lose lmao -i was one at some point shrugs-. 

but since im a deku stan more than anything, i’m okay with it. 

thats the main reason behind the dekubowl. its not an exclusion of characters, it’s more of a phenomena that was bound to happen somewhere, and bnha was the one place to a large enough cast, a lovable enough mc, and an undefined “partner” by the beginning of the series. 

on itself its a very peculiar case lmao. 

REGARDLESS -sorry for the tangent- the fandom really lacks creativity when it comes to ships. 

This is coming from someone who was in the hetalia fandom way back when -throw stones at the end of the essay please- and let me tell you it’s falling incredibly short. 

Back when fanfiction.net was a thing, you could only list one ship -TWO WHEN THE UPDATE WAS RELEASED and that was like…woooow-. So people would throw ANYTHING at you. 

And that was a very pleasing way part of reading fics. You got to explore new ships, and could see the writer’s personal taste shine through. I liked it it was fun. 

You’d have crack ship all the way through, everything was free game. You did have the “default ships package” but most people played around, and threw them out of the window. You’d have a myriad of ships in the background, and it was AWESOME 

that’s why i hate it soooo much when they do this kind “default ships package” of thing in bnha. Always choosing the same things, always going through the same path. 

it standardises things and i hate it.  

i once read a very good tddk fic, because it had such wild ships i was having a BLAST with it. bakugou was dating kirishima and ochako, i think kaminari was dating sero, and tsuyu …i dont recall prob mina?…it was wild and i loved every second of it.

 And i have the vague idea -dont take my word for it it’s expeculation more than anything- that it’s because of anti culture. it’s permeating in a very toxic way. 

because you’re not allowed to ship this because its toxic, you’re not allowed to ship that because its straight, and you’re not allowed to ship what not because age gap, power dynamics, canon content, non canon content, it’s cliche, it’s ooc, it’s harmful for lgbt people, its stereotype it’s this, it’s that…

in voltron -for example- no one is allowed to ship ANYTHING other than klance. and because for some reason those shit holes are coming to bnha, they’re creating fear in the community. They don’t want you to ship anything other than what their “default ship package” has told you its okay. 

that’s why everyone attacks  you if  you think ts*chako is bland. that’s why everyone thinks you’re weird if you ship hawksdeavor, that’s why everyone riots when you say you ship bkdk. 

that’s why we can’t get more ships that the default ones. 

this purity culture is killing creativity. i know artist that don’t want to draw stuff that isn’t “safe”. writers who don’t want to cross the line. 

and its pretty damn awful. 

for people who claim to be protecting and creating wholesomeness, they sure are killing creativity in here. 

It also doesn’t help that bnha has underdeveloped characters and sexism keeps popping up in fandom, but that’s another can of worms and this response is already super long lol. 

[supernaturaldreamer]

Voltron Secret Santa 2017

Merry Christmas, @paladinspride! I find it so funny that we were each other’s secret santas! I loved the drawing you made for me, you are such a talented artist, and I hope that you enjoy your gift! Your Christmas sweater for Lance really inspired me as I was finishing this, so I hope you get a few good laughs! I hope your Christmas has been wonderful, and I wish you a great rest of this year and a great 2018 as well!

This is a Klance-centric fanfic, written in Keith’s perspective! It is a very Christmas-y Earth AU where Lance tries to give Keith the best Christmas he has ever had! Keith and Lance started dating prior to the events in this story, just as a head’s up as you read! I have also posted it to Ao3 in case you would rather read it there, and the link is right here.

A big thank you goes to @voltron-ss for doing an amazing job in setting this all up! Props to you and I hope you have had a wonderful Christmas as well, and I wish you a good year to come!

Without further ado, here is the story:

All I Want For Christmas

Bzzz. Bzzz.

The sound of his phone vibration woke Keith from his slumber. He opened his bleary eyes reluctantly, snatching his cellphone from the dresser next to him. With a small yawn, Keith opened his phone to see a text message from Lance greeting him.

‘Merry Christmas, sunshine! Want to come over to my place later today?’

Even in his groggy state, a small smile formed on Keith’s lips. He and Lance had recently begun dating, so waking up to texts like these were nothing unusual.

‘It’s 7 a.m., shouldn’t you be sleeping for another five hours? Also, Merry Christmas,’ he typed back, closing his eyes as he waited for a response.

Part of him wondered if Lance had fallen asleep already; his boyfriend was known to text him in the morning only to fall back asleep for a few hours. It seemed that was not the case for today, as Lance shot back a speedy reply.

Keith opened his sleepy eyes to read the blurred message of, ‘Very funny.’ Even in his groggy state, Keith could still note the sarcasm in the words, a small breath of laughter leaving his lips. He read the rest of the message. ‘Let’s meet up around 2 at my place! I’ll let my sleeping beauty get back to sleep ;)’

Closing his eyes without replying, Keith quickly fell back asleep, unaware of the excitement that the rest of the day would hold.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

The time was about noon when Keith heard his phone go off. He’d been flipping through a sea of channels on TV, so it was easy to settle on a random channel and check his phone. He had been expecting a message from Lance, but to his surprise, Pidge had been the one to text him.

‘R u busy rn?’

‘Not really. Why?’ he typed back. It wasn’t as if watching TV was keeping him entertained.

‘I’m bored. Let’s hang out! I need 2 go 2 the store to buy dinner, want 2 go with?’

It wasn’t as if he had anything better to do; he still had a few hours to kill until he was supposed to hang out with Lance. Hanging out with Pidge beat lazing away in front of a TV screen any day. ‘Sure. I’m at home.’

‘On my way.’

It didn’t take long for Pidge to arrive to his apartment. She signaled her arrival with a series of honks, and Keith could only sigh and hope that it didn’t annoy his neighbors too much. He walked outside, locking his apartment and taking the steps down to find Pidge parked right in front of his staircase.

He slid into the passenger seat and buckled up before turning to Pidge for a quick greeting. He sat back in his seat as Pidge dug around in her pockets for something.

"I forgot to ask you, but why aren’t you hanging out with Matt today?” Keith asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

Pidge glanced over at him for a moment to roll her eyes in answer. “I bought him a video game for Christmas so he’s spending the day playing it. The second he booted it up, I lost all of his attention.”

“Understandable.”

“Aw, quiznak,” Pidge mumbled, her hands ransacking her pockets to no avail. “I must have left my phone in your apartment. Would you mind if I borrowed the keys and grabbed it real quick?”

Keith shrugged, pulling out his keys. “Sure, go ahead.”

Pidge grinned. “Thanks! Be right back.”

Time passed by slowly as Keith glanced out the window at the snowy street. He kept glancing at his phone, feeling as though Pidge was taking longer to find her phone than he had expected. As he moved his hand to the door handle to exit the car, Pidge exited the apartment, holding her phone up to show him the news that she had found it.

She was quick to get back in the car, and then the two were on their way to the grocery store. Once inside, Pidge pulled up her list, leading Keith throughout the entire store in her hunt.

“So, what’s all the food for?” Keith asked, watching Pidge pick out a variety of vegetables.

“Dinner,” she replied with a grin, grabbing the last vegetable she needed. She waved for Keith to follow her, moving to another aisle.

“Is the dinner for you and Matt?”

“And Hunk, too. I invited him to join us for the day. He won’t ignore me for some stupid game,” she grumbled. Quick to change the subject, she read off a few things to Keith, deciding to split up the work and reconvene at a later point.

It made the process go by much smoother, and they were finished before they knew it. At least, they were finished with that store. Apparently, there were items Pidge needed to grab at another store, so they went to a different one. And then to another one, this time for electronics.

“I need to pick up a gift for Hunk, it’ll just take a few minutes, I promise,” she insisted.

Keith had agreed to wait in the car, but after a half hour passed without any word from Pidge, he went inside the store to see that she had grown distracted looking at different devices and playing gaming demos.

After dragging her away from all the technical junk, Pidge finally bought Hunk’s gift, walking out with Keith, smiling brightly.

“Well, thanks for coming along with me,” she said once they arrived back at the car. “Is there anywhere you want me to drop you off at? Or would you like me to take you home?”

Keith slid into the passenger seat, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink “Actually, could you, uh, drop me off at Lance’s?” he asked. All of their friends knew about the relationship, but Keith still felt embarrassed talking about it with anyone.

“You two lovebirds got something planned?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as a mischievous smile formed on her lips.

“I, uh, we’re just hanging out,” Keith stammered, crossing his arms and turning his gaze out the window.

“Suuure. Whatever you say.”

Keith didn’t say anything, which was fine with Pidge as she blasted her music. As they drove, Keith texted Lance an apology for being late, letting him know that he was on his way.

It didn’t take long for the two to arrive at Lance’s house. Lance’s family had strung up some lights for Christmas, adding a decorative Santa with his reindeer and sleigh in the front yard. It was quite festive, Keith had to admit.

“Thanks for the lift,” he said, opening the door and exiting the car. “Um, have fun with Matt and Hunk tonight.”

“Sure thing! I’ll see you later.”

After glancing at her phone, Pidge offered Keith a wave goodbye and left.

Keith knocked on the door and stepped back as he waited for Lance to answer.

His boyfriend answered the door a moment later, dressed in a green sweatshirt with the words, ‘Dabbin through the snow’, written on it in red, with Santa and his reindeer dabbing in the snow.

“… Lance, what are you wearing?”

He looked down at his sweater and back to Keith, a bright grin on his face. “You like? I figured I might as well dress in style, right?”

Lance was a dork, but a cute dork. His cute dork.

“Just… please, don’t dab,” Keith said, sighing.

Lance waved Keith inside, dabbing as he did. “Too late.”

He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, you wanted to hang out today, so what did you want to do?”

“Follow me!”

Lance stepped over to the kitchen, where Keith found countertops filled with baking supplies. Lance had laid everything out; dough, flour, vanilla, sprinkles, sugar, food coloring, cookie cutters, spatulas, cookie sheets, frosting containers and squeeze tubes, and more.

“Why are we baking cookies?” Keith asked, side-glancing at Lance.

“For Santa Claus, duh.”

Keith stared. “Why would you bake cookies for someone who isn’t real?”

“What?” Lance gasped, clutching at his heart. “You’re telling me you don’t believe in Santa Claus?”

Keith rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Lance, I’m not five. I’m sure you don’t believe in him either.”

Lance shot him a pointed look. “Keith, humor me.”

Keith sighed, knowing that if it were anyone but Lance that he would refuse. But he couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes that his boyfriend flashed him. “Fine.”

“Now, to set the mood,” Lance said with a sly grin, taking out his phone and setting it on the counter.

Keith stayed silent, leaning against one of the kitchen counters as he awaited Lance’s instructions. He heard the soft jingles of the song at first, and then a woman’s voice singing, “I… don't want a lot for Christmas.”

Keith didn’t listen to Christmas music often…or ever. Considering that he never celebrated Christmas, it was no surprise. Of course, when he was younger he used to spend Christmas with Shiro and his family, but it had been years since he had attended.

Lance walked over and went to work on making the cookies, grabbing a pile of dough and handing it to Keith. Lance picked up a rolling pin and went to work rolling it out. As Keith moved to mimic him, he heard Lance sing along with the song’s.

“All I want for Christmas… is… Keith!” he sang, picking up the rolling pin and using it as a microphone.

Keith paused. “Lance, what are you doing?”

“I’m singing you a song!” He cleared his throat to sing again into the rolling pin. “Make my wish come true! All I want for Christmas is you! Yooou, Keeeith!”

Keith was most definitely not blushing from some Christmas song. It would be foolish to think that having your boyfriend serenade you with a Christmas was cute. It definitely didn’t make his heart skip a beat, nor did it make him want to smile at the adorableness of Lance.

Nope, not at all.

Or so he told himself.

“J-just show me what I’m supposed to do next to make these cookies,” Keith said, returning his attention to the dough in front of him.

Keith knew that to most people, baking cookies was simple. Others had probably done something like this a million times, and yet here he was, clueless as could be. To be fair, he didn’t ever bake. He did know how to cook – if he hadn’t learned he would have had to live off ramen noodles, bagels, and other plain foods, which was no way to truly live. Baking, however, was a whole other story. Cookies were delicious, he had to admit, but they were much too much work.

Thankfully, Lance came to the rescue, showing Keith the next steps until the cookies were cut and ready to go into the oven. Feeling satisfied with that accomplishment, Lance decided to serenade Keith a few more Christmas songs until Keith shut the music off, taking Lance’s phone hostage. Lance then proceeded to chase Keith around the house to rescue his phone until the timer for the cookies went off.

After taking back his phone, Lance pulled the cookies out from the often, their sweet scent flooding the room.

“Now, we get to decorate them!” Lance exclaimed, opening up the various frosting containers.

Keith watched him for a moment, drinking in the excitement gleaming in Lance’s eyes, the wide smile that lit up his face, and how concentrated he appeared as he opened the canisters. Lance was completely in his element.

“You really like doing stuff like this, don’t you?” Keith commented, moving to stand next to him.

“Well, yeah. I mean, Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays.” Lance smiled softly, handing Keith a knife. As he continued to speak, he slathered frosting onto the cookies. “My family always throws a big get-together for Christmas. I’ll wake up in the morning and exchange gifts with my parents, and then the rest of the family shows up later that day. We get a visit from Santa for the younger ones, play games, watch Christmas movies, cook Christmas dinner together, make hot chocolate, and just have fun.”

As Lance spoke about his Christmas traditions, a pang of sadness formed in the pit of Keith’s stomach. It was the same feeling he always had felt whenever Shiro had invited him to celebrate with his family. Shiro’s parents did well to include him in their family by offering gifts and making him dinner, but something always felt as though it was missing. Keith appreciated the invitations dearly, but spending time with Shiro’s family only felt like a constant reminder that Keith had no family.

Abandoned by both his parents at a young age, he’d shuffled through foster homes until he’d met Shiro and figured out how to get a job and maintain a place on his own. And having done just that, he had lived alone for years, and any sort of holiday only served to remind him of how alone he felt.

“Keith? Earth to Keith.”

Keith blinked, realizing he had spaced out for a moment. Lance peered at him, concern wrinkling his features.

“Are you all right?” Lance asked him, his eyebrows furrowing.

Keith threw on the best smile he could manage, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m fine. So, we’re onto decorating, right? The frosting, I’m supposed to go like this?” Using the knife Lance had given him, he slathered some frosting onto one of the Christmas-tree shaped cookies.

“Exactly! You’re a natural.”

“But what if I want to do this?” Keith set down the knife and moved to pick up the icing in one of the tubes Lance had placed out and squirted it in Lance’s face, frosting dripping down his nose and cheeks.

Lance grinned, wiping the frosting from his face and trying to wipe it on Keith’s shirt. “Oh, it’s on.”

Keith stepped back to avoid Lance’s frost hands, squeezing more of the icing out at him. Lance grabbed his own icing tube and shot some frosting at Keith, but Keith ducked behind the kitchen island. He sprang up and shot more frosting at Lance before hiding again. Lance was quick to spoil his hiding spot though, stepping around the island and shooting frosting at Keith.

The frosting fight continued until all of the icing tubes were empty. The two were a mess of frosting of all colors, and the kitchen was in even worse condition; where the boys had missed each other, it had splatter all over the floor, counters, and cabinets.

After laughing at the mess, the two cleaned it up together, careful to clean every bit of frosting from the kitchen. Then, they finally got to decorating the cookies, and an hour after all of the earlier chaos, the cookies were decorated.

Once the cookies were finished, Lance checked his phone, noting the time. “I guess we should get you back… My mom will be here soon.”

An empty feeling formed in the pit of Keith’s stomach, but he feigned a smile. For once on a Christmas, he’d had genuine fun, and he hated for it to all be over. “All right. We’ll clean up and then we can head out.”

With that settled, the two cleaned once more. Lance boxed the cookies in a Tupperware, insisting that Keith take some home. Keith agreed, and with the cookies in hand, they went to the car.

The drive wasn’t long enough, Keith thought. They pulled into his apartment complex much too soon, and when Lance parked in the parking lot, Keith couldn’t help but sigh. He wasn’t ready to return to his dark apartment all alone. He wanted to stay with Lance a little longer.

“Here, why don’t I walk you to your door,” Lance offered, seeing the small frown on Keith’s face.

Keith brightened a little at that, stepping out of the car. He took Lance’s hand in his and walked towards the staircase leading up to his apartment, but when his eyes landed on the sight before him, he stopped.

“…what?” Keith said, dumbfounded.

His apartment was decorated in Christmas lights of all sorts of colors – red, green, blue, white. The railing leading up to his door was decorated in white and blue alternating lights, garland twisted around them. Wooden cutouts of Frosty the Snowman, and Rudolph decorated the sides of his door. His outdoor plants were decked out in lights, white fluff surrounding them as if to mimic snow. As he walked up the steps, he saw a wreath now rested on his door, an image of a smiling Santa in the middle, holding a ‘Merry Christmas, Keith’ sign.

His eyes darted around, mouth parted open as he took it all in. He was so stunned that Lance had to lead him up the stair, laughing softly.

“Lance, what is this?” Keith asked, his mind finally snapping from his thoughts.

The brightest of smiles lit Lance’s face, though he only chuckled and placed Keith’s hand on the doorknob. “Just open the door.”

Keith did just that, and what awaited him on the inside was more than he could have imagined. First, the smell of hot chocolate and warm bread hit his nostrils, reminding Keith of how hungry he was. He could hear the jingling of a Christmas song play, starting as soon as he walked in the door. The lights in his apartment were on, but they weren’t just any lights. Christmas lights were strung around his entire apartment, along every wall, every plant, and everywhere they could go. A small Christmas tree nearly identical to the one outside his door stood in the living room, a couple of small presents tucked beneath it. Light up reindeer leaned against the different walls of the apartment, and giant red ribbons were strung everywhere.

Standing in the middle of the living room were Shiro, Allura, Matt, Hunk, Pidge, and Coran. Shiro was dressed as Santa Claus, donning the entire outfit, from the red suit to the white beard and Santa hat. Next to him stood Allura, dressed as Mrs. Claus with a red dress, glasses, and a white wig. Matt, Pidge, and Hunk dressed as reindeer, each suited in a reindeer bodysuit and antlers. Coran dressed as Frosty the Snowman, with a snowman bodysuit, a top hat, and a pipe stemming from his mouth.

A chorus of, “Merry Christmas, Keith!” welcomed him as he stepped inside, trying to process the entirety of what was going on. He hadn’t been expecting any of this. He had thought that Lance would walk him to the door, they would exchange a good night kiss, and then depart where Keith would return to his empty apartment.

“What are you guys doing here?” Keith asked, shifting his gaze between them all. “And why are you all dressed like this?”

Lance hooked an arm around Keith’s shoulders, a grin sliding along his lips. He tapped the box of cookies in Keith’s hand. “I told you we needed cookies for Santa and his reindeer.”

“But it isn’t Santa; it’s Shiro,” he pointed out. “And Allura is Mrs. Claus, and the reindeer are Hunk, Pidge, and Matt. And the snowman is Coran.”

“Shiro? Who’s Shiro?” Shiro gave a deep, hearty laugh, placing his hands at his hips. “I am Santa, this is my lovely wife, Mrs. Claus, and these are my trusty reindeer and their handler!”

“I’m their what?” Coran interjected.

Lance gestured then, waving a hand as if to signal the reindeer. Matt caught the gesture first, nodding his head and making some noise that sounded like an animal choking on its own saliva. Pidge and Hunk joined in, sounding out their own imagine reindeer noises, from sounding like a bird on its deathbed to a mix between a horse and a dog. The whole thing was a disaster.

“Yes, Mr. Claus and I were just hoping to stop by and bid thee hello,” Allura added, wrapping her arms around one of Shiro’s arms.

“You guys do know that I’m not five, right?” Keith remarked, shaking his head. He appreciated their efforts, but… “Did you really think I would believe any of this for a second?”

“I told you it wouldn’t work, Lance!” Pidge shouted, crossing her arms. “You should have let me and Matt rig something up so we could have had holographic-“

“Hey, it was a genius idea on my part, okay?” Lance shot back.

“My only question is, how did you get in here?” Keith said, drawing the attention back to him. “How did you do all of the decorating and all? I locked my door.”

Pidge whistled innocently. “I might have had my phone the whole time and used your key to unlock your apartment.”

“You left my apartment unlocked?”

“We didn’t leave it unlocked for long, I promise,” Lance replied, drawing Keith’s eyes. “We just had to bring over the decorations and set it up while you were out.”

“That’s why we had to go to all those different stores,” Pidge added with a devilish grin, pushing up her glasses.

“We didn’t just go shopping for dinner for you, Matt, and Hunk, did we?” Keith said, piecing it all together.

“Bingo! We bought dinner for all of us.”

Before Keith to ask any more questions, Lance pulled a sweater over his head. He tried to struggle out of it, but Lance was perseverant, refusing to stop until the sweater was on Keith. It was red with white letters that spelt,  ‘Check your elf before you wreck your elf’.

A horrified expression formed on Keith’s face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s tradition, Keith. C’mon.” Lance gave a cheeky grin. “You look cute in it.”

“That’s beside the point. Why is this tradition?”

“Because it’s fun!”

“Did you not read what it says?”

Lance just shook his head, taking Keith’s hand and intertwining their fingers. “Let’s focus on something else, like your Christmas gifts!”

“What? No, you guys didn’t have to get me anything,” Keith insisted. “I didn’t get you guys anything.” If he’d have known they were all celebrating Christmas with him, he would have tried to find them something.

“It’s okay, we wanted to get you something from all of us,” Shiro responded, earning nods from the rest of the gang.

“Now come on,” Lance said excitedly, tugging Keith towards the tree.

Beneath the tree was a small gift wrapped in snowflake wrapping paper with a box on the top. Beneath it lied an envelope, which was the first thing Lance picked up and handed to Keith. He curiously accepted the envelope, his eyes flickering between the eager expressions of all his friends. He opened the envelope to find a Christmas card with a photo of him with all his friends as the front.

He paused for a second, narrowing his eyes at the card. “Didn’t we take this picture a couple weeks ago?”

“I may or may not have requested that we take a picture so that we could make a card for you,” Lance admitted, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

Keith smiled a little at that, opening the card to see that everyone had scribbled a little message wishing him a Merry Christmas. Lance then handed him the gift, and Keith unwrapped it to reveal an ornament – a red lion picture frame with the same picture of them all in it.

“We thought you wouldn’t really have any ornaments, so we wanted to make your first one special.”

Keith’s heart lurched in his chest at the thought that had gone into all of this. He looked up at everyone, finally letting his gaze settle on his boyfriend. Keith’s expression was soft, and he felt speechless.

“I don’t know what else to say other than thank you… All of you,” he said. “But… why go through all the trouble?”

“It was Lance’s idea,” Allura replied. “But we all felt you deserved to have a good Christmas this year.”

Keith turned his gaze to Shiro. “I take it you told them.”

Shiro nodded, offering an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. Lance was asking me about what to get you for Christmas, and so I told him that you never celebrated it, really. So, he wanted to make it as special as possible for you.”

When Keith turned to Lance, his boyfriend’s cheeks were flushed. Keith squeezed his hand and said, “You did all of this for me?”

Lance nodded, keeping his voice low. “When Shiro told me everything, I couldn’t just do nothing. I wanted to see you smile on Christmas..”

By now, Shiro and the gang had dispersed to the kitchen to check on dinner.

“Well, thank you. I mean it, I really appreciate it. No one’s ever done anything like this before for me.”

“You deserve it all and more. Merry Christmas, Keith.” His eyes glanced up for the briefest of moments and noted the mistletoe hanging above them. “Would you look at that?”

“Yeah, would you look at all of that,” Keith added dryly, gesturing to the clumps of mistletoe hung all around the apartment. “You set all the mistletoe up while I was with Pidge, didn’t you?”

“Why do you assume it was me?”

Keith shot him a pointed look. “Because I know you.”

A small grin formed on his lips. “Maybe.”

“You don’t need an excuse to kiss me you know,” Keith whispered softly, pulling Lance in for a kiss underneath the mistletoe.

As they pulled away, a faint blush could be seen on Lance’s cheeks. “So, how would you rate this Christmas on a scale of Christmases you’ve had?”

“I’d dock off a few points because of the sweaters-“

“Hey, the sweaters are quality okay?”

“Did you not read what both of our sweaters say?”

Lance flashed Keith a flirty grin. “They’re made of boyfriend material, just like me.”

“These sweaters are made of cotton, Lance.”

Lance just sighed. “Just finish what you were saying. Clearly all of the non-Christmases you’ve had have skewed your vision of quality.”

Keith rolled his eyes playfully. “Anyway, I’d say this is the best Christmas by far.”

“Lance! Keith! Come on, we still have Christmas movies to watch and a dinner to eat!” Matt called out from the kitchen.

“You heard them, let’s go,” Lance said, squeezing Keith’s hand once more before giving him a quick kiss.

Keith nodded and followed Lance to the rest of the group, and together, the eight of them spent the rest of their night in Christmas glee, watching movies, feasting on the meal Shiro and the gang had made and the cookies Lance and Keith had baked.

[kxlance]

here are my thoughts on the bullshit under the cut cuz it's gonna get long probs i assure you it’s a reassuring post:

ok so the interview itself wasn't bad to me honestly. jeremy did not deny the bi!lance hint, which was the most important thing to know. the fact that he said "that much i can say" implies that there's something left to know that he can't say because nda.

i'm gonna list a positive thing and a negative thing here: the negative one is that on one hand, it pisses me off that lgbt characters are treated as such a big spoilery deal when it should just....feel so natural to have them in a show. also thinking back that dreamworks tagged certain videos as klance just for views...well it's kind of a coward move if they don't at least end the show with lgbt rep. on the other, i really don't see the point with going all "no comment" about it if it weren't to happen?? that would be very assholey, and i know that the writers are not to be trusted, but the mere fact that they lie so much over things than then ended up being canon (e.g: galra keith, paladin allura, pidge being a girl etc) can't help but make me think they are pretty much hiding the endgame couple on purpose. you could argue they could be hinting at allurance which i'm not excluding bc some of the things could be honestly interpreted that way and also they never mention them ever as a couple except i remember like kimberly saying that allura isn't interested in lance (but she could be lying obviously) and jeremy here stating that lance has still a crush on her which is pretty evident and there's nothing new. (we also learned, according to him, that lance basically can dish it out but he can't take it which frankly...i can see pretty well as canon)

on that spectrum, pls note that this happening (or lance ending up with a girl for the matter) doesn't absolutely excludes bi!lance like at all. he can still be confirmed as bi and end up with a girl and that itself would still be very important! one thing doesn't exclude the other honestly so i say very confidently that lance being bi will be confirmed. like 100% convinced that it will. (do not forget lauren's drawing where lance is holding the lgbt sign, there's a specific reason he's the one holding that)

also does anybody think that....this stress over lance liking ladies and stuff is kinda....suspicious?? like jeremy himself was used to say "lol he flirts with anybody on two legs ahha" and now today all of a sudden he's putting a lot of stress on the ""woman"" part. which kind of threw me off? i might be reaching obviously, but mmm you know? and all of this comes after joaquim said "what he's looking for is getting to a place that might be different than when he started in the series" and “what he wants might not be what he needs” and if math isn't an opinion, he started the series always wanting allura so if what he wants is now changing..........................

it is also true that lauren used female pronouns in that interview and while that could be an indicator that lance will end up with a girl, it's also not set in stone bc.... they used to hide pidge's pronouns the same way and if lauren had said "him" you know that keith would have suddenly come to mind bc??? he's legit the only person lance has been paired up so much with. they've been sort of a duo ever since the beginning. and they've had most of the couple tropes out of all the possible pairings??? in the show??? allow me to list some. I'm too lazy to back this up with pics but like you know the scenes i'm talking about (and i also say this because when i ship something i ALWAYS look at canon interactions. and they have a lot):

the bonding moment (or the we are a good team scene if you will), which is not only visually very romantic (the purple lightning aka their two primary colors mixed together) but its sort of the turning point of their relationship and it's something that's very much used with couples especially with couples with their dynamic because oh lord!!!!!! do you know how many heterosexual couples exist with a dynamic like theirs? broody boy meets friendly girl and they're total opposites but ops they fall in love?? bitch literally every goddamn YA novel is like this. anyways, you know that scene would be considered romantic if it was between a boy and a girl, and indeed, allurance sort of paralleled that scene in s4 so if you consider that as romantic but not this one....well....buddy,,,,,,,they're basically in the same lions keith and lance were aka the fire and ice dynamic and if you can see that as romantic with a/l you should be able to see it the same way with....k/l but i digress).

as i was saying, the bonding moment is the turning point of keith and lance's relationship. after that we get:

1) an episode where keith is super anxious to have lance out of a pod and gets jealous when he sees lance flirting with allura, reminds him of their "bonding moment" and gets offended that lance doesnt remember (and an entire discussion could be open as to why he was so offended and the vlog kinda sets that up), overall the flirty banter that we're used to (not to mention this is the famous infamous bi flag planet)

2) a solo mission where they're shown to be working extremely well with each other (like classic battle couple duo scenes)

onto other tropes:

the subtle jealousy that can be interpreted both ways

THE ELEVATOR SCENE which is such a common trope for main couples!! they usually get stuck and have a moment of clarification or something like that. keith and lance's was a lot more comedic but it did lead them to collaborate in battle 2 seconds after so.... it did have an impact like those scenes usually do. (also that scene wasn’t necessary for the plot at all and yet...)

Lance making that fond face while talking about Keith that, may I remember you, was animated purposely to be that way. and overall there's a lot of subtle things like lance being constantly worried over keith in season 2 even though they didn't have much dynamic development??

the hey man scene? the fact that everybody was looking at lance EXPECTING HIM TO DO SOMETHING. and he could have easily looked back at them like "why me???" BUT NOPE, he was ready to go to comfort him!!!!!!!!

i get so worked up over the fact that so many of their scenes can be paralleled with other scenes as the story goes bc LETS BE FUCKING REAL FOR A GODDAM SECOND: they're the only pairing who started a way and are ending up in another. because they've had the most coherent development as a pairing in the seasons and we're fucking halfway through the show and when you also remember that it's pretty clear that lance wants to falls in love and that it's a ""slow burn""" kind of deal,,,,how in the fuck,,,,can it be other than klance??? literally nO OTHER PAIRING had a development since the goddamn start i’m not even saying this with my biased ass i’m saying this objectively speaking!!!!

all of season 3 could be a huge romantic trope honestly but like 2 scenes in particular strike as very romantic:

the leave the math to pidge scene obviously (the way it is framed is very tropey lmfao) and the way we see keith through lance's eyes.......pretty gay if you ask me

and the i got you buddy scene which someone made notice that AN EXACT SAME SCENE happens in the wonder woman movie but with a boy/girl pairing ofc. BUT IT'S THE SAME FUCKING SCENE THAT'S LIKE ROMANTIC TROPE 101 I AINT PLAYING

add on the fact that keith might have left team voltron to make sure lance had a place and boom. pretty romantic to me.

even if jeremy sees them as brothers....which is like...super fucking odd to me bc....he never mentioned this before almost like he's backtracking lololol, his opinion isn't...you know...canon. (and like lbr they never acted like brothers in the show??? and the creators never addressed them as such unlike...you know what) i like jeremy jokes and meme as much as the next guy but i'm a realist and i know that he doesn't really ship klance or anything he just knows how to spoiler the good stuff lolz but also he didn't say anything wrong like it's just how he sees it but the creators never said so (lauren montgomery called lance keith's stability don't forget that) and overall there are wayyyy too many hints to not believe that's its gonna be canon. like......it even makes sense with the overall story better than any other pairing?? because it's pretty plausible that lance had a crush on keith at the garrison that tried to mask with the rivalry. the way he acts and the way he tries to always get his attention furtherly proves that. it's a common thing to do when you have a crush lmao.

LIKE THOSE TWO ARE ALWAYS PAIRED UP EVEN IN THE FUCKING SEASON 2 POSTER?? LIKE THEY COULD HAVE GONE WITH KEITH IN THE MARMORA OUTFIT SINCE IT WAS A BIG PART OF THE SEASON BUT NO??? THEY PUT HIM IN THE SWIM TRUNKS WITH LANCE FOR THOSE 2 MINUTES OF SCENE THEY HAD TOGETHER?????

ok that's it keep on hoping and remember that klance not happening doesn't mean that also bi lance won't because those two things aren’t mutually exclusive ok? but also don't lose hope on klance itself especially if it's something that makes you happy because fandom is meant to be a distraction and klance is an healthy lgbt ship that deserves all the attention it gets and it’s groundbreaking from so many aspects and it being canon would be amazing. bye

ALSO PLEASE STOP COMMENTING SHIT ON JEREMY’S PERSONAL PICS ON INSTAGRAM HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG THIS IS EMBARASSING

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FINALLY! The next one-shot in the klance YouTuber AU! The next thing I post probably won’t be a part of this AU since I work on a ton of stuff and I still need to finish a lot of it, but I wanted to post this today as a thank you!

I’m not going to link the other one-shots, just know that from now on these one-shots will be tagged with ‘klance youtuber au’ on my tumblr. The series can be found on my AO3 here.

This one is how Lance and Keith first met!! Most of the one-shots in this AU are gonna be entirely fluff, unlike the last one, but who knows? I’ll probably find a way to incorporate more angst at some point. I hope you guys like it!

Keith hated crowds, and he knew he always would. The feeling of being in a space that wasn't quite big enough for all the people in it made him extremely uncomfortable, especially since he always felt everyone was staring at him, for some reason. Talking to one person he didn't know was bad enough, but being surrounded by them? A nightmare, as far as he was concerned.

Stupid VidCon. Stupid Shiro and his stupid, stupid YouTube channel. Why would anyone want to document their life on video for an audience, anyway? Sometimes Keith wondered how they were even friends.

And it didn't help that he was completely, hopelessly, lost. The directions Shiro had given him made absolutely no sense! Apparently he was supposed to 'look for where Allura's selling makeup', but Keith didn't know who Allura was, much less where she sold her line of 'limited-addition lipsticks.' The only thing he knew about Allura was that at some point she'd taught Shiro how to successfully do winged eye-liner, and now he wore it all the time.

Keith sighed, and looked back down at the notepad in his hand, with the list of Shiro's instructions for where to go. They still didn't help. And, to make matters worse, Keith forgot to look where he was going, and bumped straight into someone else.

He looked up to meet a pair of wide, deep blue eyes. Attached to them was a tall boy with smooth, tan skin, dark brown hair, and a navy blue hoodie that was zipped up all the way. The hood was even pulled up and over his head.

“Sorry!” the boy stuttered out, looking much more panicked than the situation called for. “Please don't say anything!”

Keith would've commented on the strange request, but he was too busy pondering why on Earth the guy was wearing a hoodie on a day that was easily ninety degrees. He meant to ask why he was wearing it, but because Keith was Keith, he blurted, “You look hot.”

They both froze, and he opened his mouth to correct himself, but the taller boy spoke before he could.

“Why, yes I am,” he said, shooting Keith a pair of finger guns. “Thanks for noticing. You're not too bad yourself.”

“No, I was— the jacket. I was talking about the jacket,” Keith clarified, face heating up in spite of himself. “Because of the weather?”

The confident smirk disappeared off of his face. “Oh, right, um.... me too! Yeah, I was.... I was saying because of the weather, too!”

Admittedly, Keith was wearing all black, but at least his shirt was short-sleeved. Still, even Keith wasn't so socially inept that he thought that's what this guy was referring to.

Apparently, he realized it, too, as his gaze dropped to the ground. “I was trying to keep a low profile,” he said miserably. Then, his eyes snagged on the notepad in Keith's hands. “Oh, right, of course. Sorry, again,” he added quickly, as he snatched it from Keith.

“Uh... what're you doing?” Keith asked, as he scrawled something on the paper that looked suspiciously like cursive.

He waved a dismissive hand at Keith. “Don't worry, the autograph's free,” he promised, before grinning as he handed the paper back. “Unless you blow my cover, that is.”

Keith eyed the paper. “Lance.... Sanchez-McClain?”

“You're lucky,” the guy, Lance, informed him. “I don't always sign stuff with my full last name. That's exclusive, right there.”

“You...” Keith couldn't seem to find the right words, once again. “Who... who are you?”

Lance's smile dropped in favor of an expression of surprise. “Uh, Lance McClain? The 'most miscellaneous YouTuber on the site?'” he prompted, but Keith only shook his head. “I have over four million subscribers?”

Keith felt like he may have heard Shiro mention the name 'Lance' once or twice, when he went on and on about all his YouTuber friends. But Keith never really watched any of the videos, and the appearance of the person before him wasn't familiar in the slightest. “Sorry?”

Lance stared at him for another second, before letting out a short laugh. “Don't be sorry! It's... it's kind of refreshing, actually.”

Keith smiled back nervously. “The notepad has directions, I'm supposed to be meeting my friend somewhere around here? Shiro?”

Lance's eyes brightened. “Shiro's great! We played Super Smash Bros together once, on Pidge's channel. You're not to far off, just keep going straight and then right by the bathrooms. He's next to Allura, and she has a pretty big, sparkly sign.”

“Thanks,” Keith looked off in the direction Lance had pointed, before turning back to him. “Where are you going, anyway, and what's with the hoodie?”

“Trying to make my way over to where Hunk is stationed without drawing the attention of a bunch of screaming girls,” he sighed. “Clearly, I'm not as inconspicuous as I thought I was, even if you're not a screaming girl.”

“Hmm,” Keith mused. “You could use a pair of sunglasses to complete the look, but otherwise your disguise is pretty good.”

“I'm not going to be the kind of douchebag that wears sunglasses indoors,” Lance sounded scandalized. “Sunglasses are for the beach!”

“Hey, listen to my advice! I didn't recognize you, did I?”

“You didn't even know who I was!” Lance threw his hands in the air, seemingly outraged. But Keith could see the smile the other tried to keep off his face.

“Not the point,” Keith argued. “If I think your disguise is adequate, then it's adequate. I'm obviously a master of stealth, unlike you.”

“Oh, obviously,” Lance repeated, grinning now. “The all black clothes just scream ninja, not at all emo. And the mullet totally helps you blend in.”

“Says the guy in a zipped up hoodie in the middle of June,” Keith shot back, and Lance was full on laughing now. “You don't exactly blend in with the rest of the crowd yourself.”

“Touché,” Lance conceded, before glancing down at his phone screen. “Oh man, I have to go. I promised Hunk I'd stop by with food. He's got a long line of people waiting who want signed copies of his cookbook.”

“Yeah, Shiro wanted my help, too,” Keith said, dragging his toe across the ground. For some reason, the idea of just leaving and not ever seeing him again was settling like a stone in his stomach, weighing him down.

Lance shifted from foot to foot for a second before shrugging, with a muttered “Oh, what the hell.” He grabbed Keith's notepad again, and scrawled something under his name, before handing it back to him, face flushed.

Written in blue ink on the page was a phone number.

“If you want to, you know, call me,” Lance mumbled awkwardly, wringing his hands.

Keith smirked. “And what's to stop me from selling this to the next fangirl I run into?” Lance's eyes widened comically.

“Please don't—” he started, before taking in Keith's smug features. “You asshole!”

“It's too late,” Keith pointed out, grin widening. “You already gave me your number.” And he pocketed the piece of paper, a warm feeling spreading across his chest as he watched Lance's expression brighten.

“Right, well, hopefully I'll be getting a call from you....” Lance trailed off, scratching behind his ear. “I, uh, don't think I caught your name.”

“Oh— it's Keith. Keith Kogane.”

“Well, then hopefully I'll be seeing you, Keith Kogane,” Lance waved, starting to walk backwards into the crowd with a wink.

And for some reason, Keith couldn't resist. Maybe he was still in shock that a really cute, apparently famous guy had just spontaneously decided to give Keith his number. And maybe he really was an asshole. Whatever the reason, Keith waved back at Lance and all but shouted, “See you, LANCE MCCLAIN!”

He watched as Lance's expression turned to one of panic, and a considerable crowd of people gasped, surging forward to surround him.

Keith felt guilty for about two seconds, but then Lance was looking back up at him with fond amusement even as someone was pressing a pen to sign something with into his hand.

“I'll get you for that!” Lance called back over the crowd, as Keith continued on his way laughing.

He'd have to thank Shiro later for making him come to this whole VidCon thing.

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klance with despacito????? like, bc lance would totally sing that to keith in an attempt to /woo/ the boy. pls, allyyyyy

This… This became a one shot instead of a drabble and I’m not even sorry. Click title for song link :D

Despacito

Clubs were never high on the list of things to do incollege. Yet here he was, with Hunk, Shiro, Allura, and the stubborn hardheadthat brought them all here to begin with- Lance. Pidge was dog sitting, andKeith seriously wished he was there with her. Hanging out with Pidge was alwaysa better alternative to these outings Lance sucked them into.

Music was pounding through the entire club, colorful lightsflashed and glided over exposed bodies and sweaty faces, bodies pressedtogether, swaying sensually to the music. It was the same stupid beat remixedinto each song, so Keith didn’t see what the big deal was.

Still, as he glanced around and realized that everyoneseemed to have someone to dance against, someone to make out with, he figuredit didn’t matter what they were dancing to. They were just dancing withsomeone. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, feelingexhausted even though he hadn’t even danced.

Hunk was busy tossing back beers which didn’t seem to fazehim. His tattoos seemed to attract girls to him and he was kind enough toexplain that they were all meaningful tattoos that were part of his culture.Again, Keith wondered how he could even hold a conversation over the beatingbass.

Shiro and Allura were dancing. They weren’t pressed againsteach other like every other couple, but Allura still moved exotically, drawingother people’s eyes to her as Shiro did his best to keep wandering hands awayfrom her.

Lance of course was in the center of a giant crowd ofdancers. Everyone was grinding against each other, goading each other on,allowing ten seconds of solo dancing in the center of a circle they’d created.Lance had a girl in front of him and a guy behind him, but he didn’t seem tomind. He still smiled that goofy, cocky smile of his.

It was incredible how well his body could move. Keith neverwould’ve pegged Lance for a dancer. He imagined he would look awkward andclumsy. And yet there he was, maneuvering his way around girls and guys alike,swaying, laughing, singing, moving as sensually and welcoming as the girls withthe dominance of the guys.

“You could just tell him,” Hunk said, suddenly beside him.Keith glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. “That you like him. Or that youwant to dance with him.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t like anyone.I don’t have time for it. Lance gives me headaches, butterflies. And I don’tdance either.” His eyes flitted back to Lance where he had his hands on a girl’ships and moved her side to side along with himself.

The funny thing was that although it was a very intimate,sensual move, Lance didn’t look like he was trying to grope her. His hands werefirm, placed high enough, and his smile was friendly.

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy,” Hunk said with a sigh. “I’mjust saying, it wouldn’t hurt to admit it. He’s my best friend, and I know hewouldn’t be upset with you if you told him.” Keith grimaced and looked at Hunkagain. “Dude, we all see how you are with him. How you seem to sit upstraighter when he comes in the room, how you keep your eyes on him when hetalks, how you blush when you argue with him. He’s the only one who reallyriles you up. Even when you argue with Pidge or Shiro, you don’t get that way.”

“No, I don’t,” he muttered. “I don’t sit up or stutter orblush or stare, Hunk.” Suddenly, Lance was making his way over to them,laughing and smelling of sweat and perfume and cologne. Keith shifted in hisseat and leaned forward. He heard Hunk snort and he glared at him. “Shut up.”

Lance slid into the booth beside Keith and took the cup ofwater he had in front of him, tossing it back. “Come on, Mullet have a littlefun,” he said. “You’re not drinking, you’re not dancing, you’re not even tryingto make friends.”

“In case you don’t remember, I didn’t want to come.” Lancerolled his eyes and nudged him.

“He says he can’t dance,” Hunk said.

“Lies!” Lance shouted over the base. Keith glanced at him. “Youjust need a good dance partner. Either they help you move, or they move sowell, you don’t have to do much but sit there and look pretty.” He shrugged.

Suddenly the beat finally changed and the strum of a guitarfilled the air. “Oh hell yes!” Lance shrieked. “Come on, Keith, you’re dancingwith me.” Just like that, Keith’s legs turned to rubber and his stomach flippedas he pulled Keith out of his seat.

“What?” he yelped.

“Hurry! We can’t miss the good part!” he called back, his handwarm and tight around Keith’s. He pushed past people until he was in the centerof the dance floor.

The song became a little more upbeat, with a catchy tune,and Lance’s hands gripped Keith’s hips. “Watch me,” he shouted.

Des-pa-cito

Suddenly Lance was rolling his hips against Keith’s as healso rolled Keith’s for him. He couldn’t help but gasp, but before he could sayanything, Lance had a hand at his side and the other intertwined with his, andhe was moving in swaying steps to each side, tugging Keith with him.

Around him, he could see couples with their legs intertwined,girls swaying their hips like they were belly dancing, guys running their handsalong their thighs or their sides. Even girl couples were pressed against eachother, rolling their entire bodies.

Lance turned him, pulling him in so his back was pressedagainst Lance’s chest. And Keith realized he was singing along with the music.His voice was husky and sweet, melodic as he sang the lyrics, short of breath.His hands moved Keith this way and that, and suddenly they were facing eachother again.

Lance was smiling, his blue eyes bright. Keith found that hedidn’t have to be hyperaware of his movements; Lance was doing it for him.Suddenly, laughter bubbled up his throat and burst from him as he looked at thestupid, happy smile on Lance’s plump lips. Another body roll and Keith wassuddenly pressed close to him, his face heating up as his arms wrapped around Lance’sneck to keep his balance.

He had no idea what the words were, but with Lance’s voicesinging them sensually in his ear, he didn’t care. After a few seconds, Keithfound he didn’t need Lance’s guidance as much. He was dancing just fine, movinghis feet in time with Lance’s.

Without thinking, he pressed his forehead against Lance’s,causing Lance’s breath to hitch. Then suddenly, the look in his eyes was muchcloudier and his singing stopped. His grip tightened and pulled Keith even closer,which Keith didn’t mind.

He moved his hands into his soft brown hair and smiled asthe music continued. It was like there was no one else in the club. No one elsemattered. He only cared for Lance’s hands on his body, his hair between hisfingers, his eyes focused on him, and his lips, parted as he panted for breath.

Foreheads pressed together, hands at the nape of his neck,eyes locked together, Keith licked his lips. Even the music slowed for amoment. Their dance stopped and Lance’s expression was suddenly serious as hishands came up to Keith’s cheeks. Then, he leaned in slowly. Too slowly.

Keith closed the space and kissed him as the beat picked upagain. He was vaguely aware of the song ending, but it didn’t matter.

His every sense was taken over by the Lance’s warmth, thesweet taste of his lips, the low grunt in the back of his throat. Kissing himwas blissful. It was wonderful. His every nerve was alive, filling him withadrenaline as fire course through his veins. Lance bit his lip and Keithmoaned, pressing closer, despite the fact that there was no space left.

Someone bumped into them and they pulled apart, breathingheavily, their eyes locked on the other. “Wow,” Lance breathed. “You wanna…?”He gestured toward the entrance and Keith nodded, unable to form words.

Their hands intertwined, they left the club and clamberedinto the back seat of his car. Immediately, Keith’s lips were on his again,pushing him down against the seat. His laugh filled the car and his hand cameup to stroke Keith’s cheek. “I’ve been dying to do that for months,” he murmured.

“Took you long enough,” he answered, leaning down to kisshim again. Okay, so he liked Lance. Oh fucking well.

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FRENDO! I have been thinking and I confused myself. I've been seeing a lot of Klance birthday theories but When did Keith officially become a orphan? Because if it was when he was really young don't you think he wouldn't know when his birthday is? Like what if he never had one because he didn't know when it was? Imagine Lance asking when his birthday is and Keith saying "um...I...I don't know"

my dear friend!!! I didn’t read a lot of theories, tbh, but I scoured the net and the official voltron site says Keith became an orphan “at a young age before enlisting in the Galaxy Garrison”. Do they mean he enlisted right after or…? For how long has he lived alone in that shack? Or did someone find him and drag him to the Garrison a la Anakin Skywalker? Oooh, I like this one (even though it’s unlikely, but let me dream).Imagine a random officer finding by chance a kid, Commander, in a shack in the middle of the desert, all alone!, and subsequently dragging him back to the only civilized place in the entire goddamned desert: luxury school for marvelous minds, the one and only Galaxy Garrison. Imagine the kid being confusedly adopted by the whole team, professors and students alike, coddled and looked after by everyone because the poor thing has big, serious eyes and he never talks much, but he’s bright and asks just the right questions, paddling in between their feet in the simulation room, peeking at screens and stats, unrelentlessly curious about what’s this and that and how does this work? Imagine everyone humoring him, why not, it’s harmless fun, and it’s cute, but then - years later, the kid grows into a stubborn young man, who refuses to hear reasons about required classes and official bullshit. “I learned everything I need to, let me pilot the thing already,” he states plainly, for the hundredth time, until someone finally says what the hell, let him do it - and he’s good, a natural pilot, graceful and in control even without training. So Commander Iverson lets him enroll officially, he has no reason not to, and the kid starts to train for real, climbing the ranks like it’s nothing - and everyone knows him, it’s Keith, he practically always lived here.

Fast forward to drama, pain, and finding himself with the universe’s destiny on the shoulders, piloting a giant robot lion, Keith has never really thought about his birthday. He simply never had the time or will to, because what’s a date to all the numbers he’s had to drill into his head to become what he is right know?

But Lance keeps an approximate calendar, and they had a weird mix of pagan festivities, and birthdays are a thing too, apparently. They had cute parties for everyone of them already, except for Lance and Keith himself, with presents and decorations and big cakes with alien ingredients that were actually not bad at all. It was nice, and of course Keith knows what birthdays are supposed to be, but it’s- not in his priority list to have one, that’s all.

The buzzing excitement of the Castle lets them all know that Lance’s approximate birthday is approaching, and Keith is already racking his brain over possible gifts, despite Lance asking for ridiculous things like peace in the universe and freedom for penguins and Keith kind of really cares about giving him a real present that he may enjoy, beats him why (might be because he has a itsy bitsy little crush, shut up).

It’s really close, in a matter of days, and Keith still has nothing, which leads to panicked thoughts about a romantic trip with Red to a particular moon in the nearest system with a geography really similar to that of the Earth, but that would involve a lot of planning and a readiness to deal with his feelings that he does not possess. Not yet. Even thinking about it is almost too much, the description that fits most is romantic, for crying out loud.

So he does what he knows best: he broods. But “Samurai,” Lance whistles, draping himself all over the couch, just shy of actually being draped all over him “I thought I might ask you directly what I’ve been wondering for some time now,” Keith panics, tries to keep his blood vessels in check because he refuses to blush at the stupid nickname, “When’s your birthday?”

Ah. 

“It’s not like I actually, um,” Lance does a weird thing with his eyebrows “I mean, we already had parties for everyone, and mine is tomorrow, the only one missing would be” he licks his lips “yours?”

Keith pinches his nose. Saying the truth is the better option, after all. “I don’t know,” he states.

“Dude, if you don’t want to say it, just-”

“No, I actually don’t know,” he stares Lance down, a little bothered about his lack of birthday for the first time in a long time “I don’t really remember.”

Lance pauses, furrows his eyebrows. Keith can see the exact moment in which the rumors come to his mind, the same ones he could hear whispered at his passage in the corridors, and understanding dawn on his face, like a shadow. “Oh,” he says, takes a breath, and right when Keith is about to dismiss his forming apology, the same one he’s always received when someone accidentally mentioned him being an orphan, Lance grins. “So, wanna play cards?”

Keith can’t help but smile back.

The fact that he’s empty handed as everyone enters the decorated hall doesn’t go unnoticed. They give him weird looks while they put their presents on the table, gazes like ping pong balls between him and Lance, probably wondering if they’re gonna fight because Keith couldn’t even get a decent gift for the guy he (so obviously) likes. 

It’s getting quickly uncomfortable, and Keith is already thinking about skipping the cake (Hunk will leave him a slice, anyway) to go train a bit when unexpectedly, Lance’s walking in his direction, tutting “Keith, a word?”

Suddenly they’re apart from the others, still watching them like hawks, and Lance is whispering in his ear “So.”

He only narrowly avoids parroting it back because Lance doesn’t give him time to “I noticed you don’t have a gift for me.”

Holy shit. Great job, Keith. “I don’t really mind,” Lance murmurs, a careless smile in his voice.

“What,” Keith draws back to meet his eyes, finding him actually sincere and suspiciously amused.

“Since it’s my day, I have to be particularly magnanimous, you know,” he pompously announces, but he doesn’t laugh. “I want to offer a gift to you, instead.”

Keith balks. A gift?

“I’ll share my birthday with you,” Lance taps his fingers on his lower lip, stretched into a sunny grin “But you have to give something back.”

He just nods automatically, because he’s too shaken to reply. Lance wants to share his birthday with him. His birthday.

“Your gift to me is saying yes,” he reveals, and this time he laughs, because Keith’s expression must look really silly, he’s blushing and his eyes are big and round and he probably has a stupid smile on his face too.

Lance takes his hand. “I’ve already told everyone, sorry about that,” he glances up at the others, waves with his free hand before boasting “The biggest cake ever!” and dragging him back to the table, where everyone smiles at him and wishes him Happy Birthday, Keith. 

While he watches his friends stuff their faces with cake, Lance laughing loudly with his mouth full, Keith makes a solemn vow.Next birthday, he promises himself, he’ll go with the romantic trip.

[fyrapartnersearch]

Long term voltron rp

Greetings ladies, gents and fellow rper’s! I’m on the prowl for some rpers who are willing to stick around for a long long time (during and after the corona. Long term means long term for a reason) to write some voltron adventures with me. I have two ideas that we can do but alternatively, given it fits the requirements I have, I’m open to making something of our own. First idea: more than just space lions After the galran earth invasion was taken care of the paladins of voltron realised just how much trouble and strife they were in. With zarkon, haggar, lotor and Sendak now doing their best to outdo one another in causing mayhem and destruction voltron could not help everyone at once. Only problem was that the paladins were the only one who knew how to deal with the villainous aliens and were the only ones with the power and technology to fight them. Forget the freedom fighters, they needed more. It was a surprise to everyone when Coran, the ever bumbling let loyal altean adviser of princess allura, suggested an idea that was the beginning of paving a new path for the legendary defenders of the universe: train the cadets at the academy to pilot and fly animal space ships of their own. At first the idea was scoffed at and argued over. What good could possibly come from this idea? What if there was a cadet lurking around that had the same thirst for power and lustful greed that zarkon had had that had driven him against his team so many years ago? After much reassurance that the paladins themselves would still be the ones who controlled voltron and would overlook the teachings of the cadets the garrison council members relented. From that day onwards it was decreed that all cadets, upon entering the academy, would build a robotic animal companion that would eventually serve as the model for the ship they’d build upon graduation. What animal they chose, their ability to work independently or with a team, their skills, weaknesses and personality would determine their eventual spot on a designated team that the voltron paladins themselves would put the cadets in. Sounds awesome amirite? Well there are some important points of notice here that I need you to make sure you understand that I’ve put down below: -lotor, zarkon, haggar and Sendak are alive in this rp (think of it as an alternative take on what could’ve happened in the series.) - this will have a mix of lore from defender of the universe, voltron force and of course legendary defender. It will also contain personal head canons and whatever other ideas we brain storm together. If you have only watched one of the above do not panic as I will still rp with you and happily fill you in on important details. -the canon characters are playable but I unfortunately will not be playing as one constantly. If you want to be playing as a canon character all the time it is perfectly fine by me but please note I will rarely play multiples (I will have most focus on my main) and I will not double for anyone. -there will be aliens and half alien cadets in the rp. I would prefer that hybrids look alien or at least are an even mix (excluding galran hybrids since it’s been shown their genes are recessive in hybrids. That being said if you want to play a galran looking hybrid I have no qualms about it whatsoever.) - you have to be 18+ as I’m in my twenties and Will not rp with anyone who is underaged morning will I rp with people who use underaged characters. The other reason is because there will be smut (I don’t fade to black) and other NSFW themes. - you must respond once or more a day. Any longer than two weeks without a reply (unless you’ve told me in advance as to why you may be unable to respond) and I shall simply move on. -MxM? MXF? Definite up for either as I’m comfortable with those pairings but I will only rp as a male character. -unfortunately, since I’m not going to be regularly playing as a canon character (again, you can be one if your heart so desires it) and since I’m not a big fan of it, I will not respond to shipping requests.I feel like people just get too caught up in it and the rp just goes down the hole of wasted ness. - rivals? Friends? acquaintances that either go good or bad? So down for it but I’m a total enemies to friends or lovers person so if we do I shall squeal with joy and thank you. -I’m open to ideas being added and put on the table to make the rp even better than it already is. -don’t control my characters please. I shouldn’t have to say anymore than that. -3rd person style only with proper grammar, spelling and punctuation. You must also give me at least one well fleshed out paragraph and be willing to write more if necessary. Not too much to ask for eh? Now down below is the other idea. Second idea: voltron: the next generation defenders The paladins of voltron were the best beyond all compare. Mighty space warriors with hearts of gold and souls of silver. People sometimes seemed to forget that one day, even they would have to step down and pass the mantel of paladin to five young heroes who’d continue to defend the universe. Being barely more than youngsters themselves they all had a lot of time to wait, only problem was the fear that they may leave it till they were too old to train anyone. Best start things whilst young was a common earthling saying. Surely it was the best of the best that were going to be chosen. After all, you couldn’t be nothing when it came to something as serious as this. Important points are the same as with the other rp. I honestly do not mind if both are ideas are something we want to meld and mix together to provide an even more awesome rp. Whilst it’s true we are drawing to the end of this ad there are some even more important things I need to ad and they’re about me. I’ve put them down below. - I’ve had about ten years role playing and writing experience. I’m not going to bash you for the occasional bout of typonese but I won’t tolerate lazy writing. -I live in the eastern Australian time zone but I’m up almost every hour of the day so time zones shouldn’t be an issue. - I only rp male alien or half alien characters. They’re premade, don’t have pictures or face claims and they’re not you’re average blue skinned humanoids. I only have descriptions of them. Please remember that an alien is simply something not from planet earth and that means they can have fur, scales, feathers, etc but this does not make them furries or scalies. Please do not try to insist that my character is a furry or anthro as that will not convince me that you’re a suitable rp partner. Please also remember that this is fiction, I will not tolerate hyper realism (trying to tell me that my aliens can’t be hybrids simply because humans and chimps can’t have babies is not a valid excuse) and if you come to me displaying a great deal of it I will not rp with you. - relationship dynamic wise I only do switch dynamics, no sub/dom dynamics. Romance must be slow burn only, no fast paced love at first sight. -I only rp on discord, telegram, google hangouts or email. I will not rp anywhere else. -again, I’m not looking to fulfill shipping desires so please do not come at me asking for klance or sheith. For those who’ve read this mammoth of a post thank you. If you’re at all interested either leave a message or contact me via discord or the other platforms I’ve listed down below: Discord: tiberionsunsconqourer#6187 Telegram: Tiberionwars Email and hangouts: lleo52560@gmail.com I shall eagerly await for all those who are interested.