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but i will wait forever, i need someone now to look into my eyes and tell me girl you know you gotta watch your health
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#ONE MORE DTIYS I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH#this is the longest piece ive ever done and im SORE#also lance carrying the key to keith’s chestplate bc it protects his heart>>>>>#keith smiled at him that One time and he can’t stop day dreaming about it#something something poetic about keith feeling insecure about not feeling human and doing the Human thing ever and falling asleep#voltron legendary defender#voltron#vld#voltron fanart#keith kogane#lance mcclain#keith kogane fanart#lance mcclain fanart#klance#klance fanart#dtiys entry#breeberryart#mar. 25#posted on instagram
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“You’re not going.”
Keith picks his head up from the table. “Huh?”
“To the Blades,” Lance clarifies, chopping up something that looks like a bright pink potato and throwing it in a rapidly boiling pot in what Keith would call an aggressive manner. “You’re not going.”
“…I didn’t say I was.”
He didn’t. He didn’t mention anything about the Blades to any living soul. Like, yeah, he had made the decision and was going to, but.
There’s no reason Lance should know that.
“Good, then, because I took your uniform — which looks like a slutty catsuit, by the way, just so you’re aware — to the incinerator last night. It’s ash now.”
Keith stares at his best friend, jaw dropped, hands resting limply on the edge of the dining table, because — huh? pardon? what happened?
“Whatever identity crisis you’re having can happen here,” Lance adds, shaking some spices into the boiling pot and stirring it a couple times. He dips in a spoon, brings it up to his lips, then makes a face. “Here, try this.”
He marches over to where Keith has been moping as he makes dinner and shoves a spoon into his gaping mouth. Keith chokes, hot stew making its merry way down his trachea, eyes watering and chest heaving.
“A little too salty,” he rasps.
Lance scowls. “Fuck. I knew it. Gotta add more barbie potatoes.” He turns down the heat, grabbing more potatoes from the sack and busying himself with peeling them. Slowly, as he recovers from the fear of his actual lungs collapsing in on themselves, Keith stands, hesitantly approaching Lance and reaching for a knife to chop what he peels.
“So,” he starts.
Lance ignores him.
But Keith is used to this dynamic. It’s either this or flipped. Friends or not, if there’s one thing they can’t do it’s use their big boy words. So he carries on.
“I take it you…don’t want me to go, then.”
Lance grunts. “Oh, look, the caveman has room in his skull for a brain after all.”
“Uncalled for,” Keith says, scowling. “I am not the one who’s refusing to communicate right now.”
The corner of Lance’s mouth twitches upwards.
Score. Point to Keith.
“Obviously I don’t want you to leave, you stupid dumbass,” Lance admits finally. He wrestles the chopped roots out of Keith’s hands and practically dunks them in the pot, turning the heat back up. Keith smears his starch covered hands on his shirt in revenge (and then wisely takes three quick and giant steps back, well out of backhanding range).
“But there are too many paladins,” Keith points out. “You said it yourself.”
Lance grabs a dishtowel, twisting it menacingly in his hands. Keith tries not to think about the scar he knows Hunk has from when Lance snapped a towel at him when they were kids, wrestling in the McClains’ kitchen. He fails.
“Do you actually have any braincells left in your head at all?”
“Yes, jackass. That’s why I did the math. I leave and the numbers add back up. Problem solved.”
“You leave and Voltron falls apart,” Lance snaps. “So maybe crunch those numbers again.”
Keith stills. Lance steps towards him, still glaring, still menacing, but he doesn’t move — he holds Lance’s gaze, searching his dark eyes, looking for the words he isn’t saying. Because Keith…Keith isn’t the one holding Voltron together. There was a reason his heart caught in his throat when Lance came to him downtrodden and talked about being a seventh wheel. There’s a reason his duffel is packed, a reason he’s talked to Kolivan. He knows who needs to step aside.
“You just don’t get it,” Lance says, frustrated. He takes another step.
“You talk to us about teamwork all the time.”
Another step.
“You’re favourite thing to whine about is the bonding moment.”
Another step, this time as he pitches his voice high and mocking, flapping his hands.
“You never shut up about training as a group.”
One final step and he’s toe to toe, shoes to boots, nose to nose. Keith realises, startlingly, that they’re the exact same height, now.
“We are a crew, imbécil. Team, group, boyband. Whatever you wanna call it. All for one and one for all. The whole nine yards, all that cheesy bullshit.” He pokes Keith hard in the chest. “You don’t get to ditch.”
“But it makes more sense,” Keith argues, weakly and half-desperately. “We only have so many resources. If I can be useful at the Blades —”
“Fuck the fucking Blades.”
Keith deflates. His hand comes up to stop Lance’s jabbing finger, curling around his knuckles. Lance softens, slightly.
“I just want to be as useful as I can be.”
“And if you’re enough as you are?” Lance asks quietly.
Keith opens his mouth, but stops, automatic I’m not dying in his throat. For the first time in his life, it doesn’t seem like the truth, with the determined set to Lance’s jaw and the sliding of their fingers together, gripping tightly.
“Then I guess I’m staying,” Keith breathes.
Lance nods. “Good.”
Keith notices his hands are kind of clammy. His forehead, too, is a little sweaty. The air between them feels hot. Keith swallows.
“Your stew is on fire,” he croaks, voice rough.
Lance drops his hand, cursing.
“Oh — por amor de dios, hablas en fucking serio —”
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At dinner, Keith eats his burnt stew without a word of complaint. When Lance drags him to the sink to help clean up, after, even though it’s not his turn, he goes, and he lingers too close and too long, and he’s grateful that the duffel he packed to leave home for good is laid emptied on his bed when he turns in for the night.
#fuck keith leaving ❤️#vld#voltron#lance#lance mcclain#keith#keith kogane#klance#pre klance#black paladin keith#red paladin lance#angst#communication issues#kekth angst#langst#klangst#brown eyed lance#insecure keith#keithtober#my writing#fic#longpost
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Hello everybody. Long time no see, but it's been one of those months, you know. This was something I've been thinking about for a while, but I only finished it because of @nico-di-genova. So this is for you honey.
As always thanks to everyone for reading. Enjoy 💜
Everything was going great. Fernando was at a party, where people were drinking and having fun. All around him, the younger drivers were finally decompressing, enjoying the alcohol, the food and the company.
At the center of the sea of people, there was the brightest star of the night.
Lance had finally won a race, and he was celebrating as loudly as he could, sandwiched between Esteban and Mick.
He envied the joy written all over their faces, and how close they were.
He loved the sport, even after his fake retirement, even after all those years, but there was something about maiden wins that still no other win could recreate.
Jóder, soy tan viejo was thinking Nando, when someone tapped his shoulder.
"I think it's late enough, no?" asked Pierre, and it really was getting late, and the trio seemed to be losing energy.
"Yeah, sounds about right. How about we split them? I'm taking Mick, and you take your teammates?" said Lewis, already stepping towards the boys.
Pierre started following him, muttering some curses that would have made blush a sailor. Nando snorted at the scene, and looked as the Brit took the German, while the French men started bickering.
The Canadian was looking around, confused after losing his partners in crime, but then he turned towards Fernando and smiled, slowly making his way towards the Spanish.
"Hola Lancito. Want to go?" asked Nando, seeing the younger man swinging slightly on his feet.
"I lost Estie and Mickie. Où sont-ils?"
Half drunk out of his mind, and he was still worried about his friends. Lance's loyalty really knew no bounds.
"They're ok, with Lewis and Pierre. I will take you home." and with that, he placed his hand on the younger's lower back.
The reaction was immediate. Lance's whole body shivered and pressed against his side, lowering his head on the shorter man's shoulder.
"Too loud. Je veux du silence"
"Oui mon amour. Let's go somewhere quiet" his French was heavily accented, but Lance seemed satisfied enough.
Nando guided the other man to his car, and drove them to their shared hotel, while Lance napped with his face against the window and his neck in a weird position.
When they arrived, Fernando struggled a little to wake the other enough to put him vertically in the elevator and walk to his room. At the door, Lance refused to lean against the doorframe, and settled only when he was hugging Fernando. "Warm" was the only word he said.
"Lance, I need the key" Fernando spoke softly.
"Poche" just answered the taller man, with no visible intention to loosen the embrace.
Fernando tried to be respectful, and to not feel the solid curve pressed against his hand. He soon found the key in his back pocket, and opened the door.
Once they were both in, he quickly realised that Lance would not move further, so he just put him on the bed, and went to take a glass and fill it with water.
Returning to the bedroom, he found Lance half naked.
"Where are your pants?" he asked, voice an octave too high, almost dropping the glass, before setting it on a nightstand.
"Lost them. Too hot" he shrugged.
Then, even more bafflingly, he started giggling.
"What is now?" he asked, fondly looking as Lance tried to take off his shirt without opening a single button. He succeeded, but his hair was now a fluffy mess.
"You remind me of Nano"
The use of his nickname surprised Fernando. The younger man refused using it, always sticking with his full name. Then the absurdity of it all hit him, and he started giggling as well.
"Ah, sì? How so?"
He was getting curious, sue him.
"It's your voice. It's soft and warm. Would listen for hours"
Fernando wasn't expecting this answer, but it melted his heart anyway.
"Mhhh. Then want a bedtime story?"
Any more time spent with Lance was a gift and a surprise wrapped in wonder. He was not going to deny himself this experience, even only for blackmail reasons. Jokingly, he was done with mind games and tricks. He would never do them again, especially not against Lance.
"Nah. A secret"
"A secret, mh? Let's trade. You tell me, I tell you" if Fernando was going to indulge him, at least it was going to be funny.
"Ça va...Ah, oui, daccord, j'en ai un. I like him so much" and then started giggling again.
Fernando felt like all of his body had gone stone cold, and couldn't move a muscle. He couldn't believe what the other told him. But before he could say anything, Lance nestled in the sheets, and softly said while closing his eyes:
"I like him soooooo much, even if he doesn't feel the same. It's ok, don't think I'd deserve him. What we have, it's special. It is enough"
And with this, he was done for the day.
And he wasn't the only one. Fernando felt like he was going to explode, too many thoughts in his head and words on his tongue, with no one to talk to. He could feel his hair turning gray.
But a single look to that peaceful face, and his heart stopped beating erratically. Everything was going to be alright. They could face this together.
This and more, hopefully.
They were going to solve this tangled mess, but first they both needed to rest.
So he left a note for Lance, simply writing "Call me in the morning. -FA" on a piece of paper and leaving it on top of Lance's phone, where he was sure the other man would see it, and then he left the room, dreaming of his own bed and a restful night of sleep.
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He was never going to win another GP ever again, if the results were the pounding headache and the rancid taste in his mouth.
He slowly opened his eyes, careful of the half opened blinds, and looked around.
Thanks to some sort of divine intervention, he had made it to the hotel safe and sound.
He got up and went to the bathroom, peeing, washing his face and brushing his teeth.
When he came back to the bedroom, he started looking for his phone. He almost missed it, but then noticed it was just half covered by a yellow post-it. It simply said "Call me in the morning. -FA".
Ok, so he probably would have to thank Fernando for making it to his bed unscathed. He tried to think about the night before, especially trying to remember his interaction with the Spanish driver.
At first, he couldn't remember anything out of the ordinary, then it hit him.
An echo of his own giggle, soft brown eyes, the whisper of a "like him so much".
Oh, no.
Oh no.
He had done it. He confessed, and now Fernando was going to be overly amused about it. Or overly nice, and Lance didn't know what was worse.
Rejection was always a bitch, but basically having to live with your unrequited crush for 24 week-ends? That was going to be a nightmare to go through for all parts involved.
Or maybe just for Lance, with his stupid feelings and his too-hopeful heart.
Ugh, Lance just didn't know what to do.
On one hand, he wanted to call Fernando and be done with all of this. On the other, he wanted to pretend nothing happened, and everything was fine and normal and good.
He sighed, because deep down he knew he was going to have to talk with Fernando, if he liked it or not.
Ok, let's analyze. He knows I like him, and still wants to talk to me. So, he is going to reject me kindly, at least. Ok, we can totally take it like champs. Basic rule still applied: no tears in front of him. It should be quick and painless. Ok, we can do this.
So he took his time in the shower, and ordered a healthy if slightly generous breakfast.
When he was done, he brushed his teeth, wore his comfort hoodie and left his room in a controlled chaos.
One mess at a time: first his love life, then his room.
He knew that Fernando's room was the one across from his, so he didn't even bother calling. He simply knocked.
When the door opened, Lance was sure he had hit his head badly the night before. Maybe the possible concussion and heavy hepatic failure led him to an early grave.
But if death meant he could get to see a still semi-wet Nando, covered just by a tiny towel low on his hips, well, he lived a rich and full life, if a little short.
He could feel himself staring, but also couldn't take his eyes off the view.
He just waited for the self-combustion to take him.
Then he heard a light chuckle, and a hand gently gripped his sleeve, pulling him inside.
When the subject of his awe turned his back on him, walking to the adjacent kitchenette, his brain seemed to be back online.
He shook his head and closed the door behind himself like a particularly stupid rabbit that voluntarily enters the den of a particularly fascinating fox.
Fernando must have known how nervous he was feeling, because he gave him a glass of water and led him to the couch.
"Wait here, I'll be right back" said the Spanish man, leaving Lance alone, stunned and with the glass still in his hand.
You're being ridiculous, grow a pair and just talk like the adult you supposedly are, a voice in his head that sounded like his sister's gently scolded him.
He drank the water while waiting, and felt slightly better.
When Fernando re-entered the room, calm and collected and clothed, Lance waited until he was seated before looking him in the eyes and starting speaking.
"Thank you for last night. For bringing me here safely, I mean"
Not the smoother transition ever, but Fernando had to be used to how stilted he sounded, and would appreciate it anyway.
"No need to. We are friends, no?" he asked with something in his eyes that Lance couldn't describe, but that made him want to talk more.
"About that... I also wanted to say sorry if I said something weird yesterday"
See Chloe? He was actually talking about things that embarrassed him instead of forever avoiding them. Well, not really being super specific, but small progress was still progress.
"Hmm... And what are you referring to?"
The bastard was actually going to make him say the words. Well, in for a penny...
"That I like you"
Lance could feel his cheeks heating up and could no longer stand Fernando's gaze, so he moved his eyes until he was watching a particularly boring patch of carpet.
"Lance, look at me"
It only took those four words, spoken in a tone so gentle and warm to bring Lance's eyes back to Fernando's.
"Why are you apologizing? Did you lie?" he asked softly.
"No" he half shouted, and then flinched because of the reaction. "No, I do like you" he said, exhaling.
"Then what are you apologizing for?"
Fernando could be soft when he wanted, but that didn't stop him from being stubborn.
"I didn't want to offend you" and also didn't want you to really know, because it's embarrassing and you deserve better and I can't be normal about this nor you.
He didn't say the words, but Fernando must have been able to hear them anyway, because he responded firmly.
"You didn't"
That lifted a huge weight from Lance's shoulders. Maybe this partnership could still be saved.
"Ok. Good, I'm glad" he was being awkward and subtly twisting his fingers. But nothing escaped Fernando's attention.
Seeing how the younger man was spiralling in his own thoughts, he didn't hesitate, reaching out to him and taking a hold of his hands.
"There is no need to be nervous. Just tell me again, tell me properly"
Lance could see in his eyes the want and the patience and something else.
They were in this together, he suddenly realised.
You are not alone anymore, said his mental Chloe.
He inhaled as much air as he could, held it and then exhaled. He found the strength he needed in a pair of brown eyes that were already looking in his own.
"I've been wanting to tell you for so long. I like you. I like how you drive, how you give feedback on the car and how you are always, no matter what, the best. But that's just racing stuff. I like how you compliment me, how you never made me feel less than, or just a spoiled kid, how you make me feel. But those are selfish reasons. I like how kind you are with kids, how ready you are to help any of the other drivers. But most importantly, I like you, Fernando Alonso, two times world champion, menace on and off track, mentor and teammate and friend and so much more. I like you, Nando"
He barely finished talking that there was a pair of lips on his own, soft and warm and gentle.
He realised he closed his eyes only when he opened them, and in front was Fernando, bright and shining and perfect in every way that mattered. To Lance, at least.
"You made me wait a long time, no? Let's not waste anymore" he said before diving in a second kiss that was hot and passionate and demanding.
Fernando broke the kiss and stood up, starting to walk, and Lance could only follow the man leading him towards his bed, and towards a life together.
#strollonso#fernando alonso#lance stroll#grumpy cat boy x besotted old man#some love for lance#because he deserves it#insecure lance is insecure but nando gets him so...
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My ideal vld fix-it is Lance and Hunk having "two birds on a wire" style blind faith vs unhealthy mistrust parallel arcs, where Lance trusts the wrong person and not himself to the point of actively ignoring the warning signs he sees vs Hunk who trusts himself but doesnt trust others to the point of going full Nancy Drew and going behind his teams back, and this causes a chasm in their friendship which would have been more focused upon in earlier seasons (and then they kiss <3)
#lance mcclain#lance voltron#hunk garrett#hunk vld#hunk voltron#lance vld#hance#hanceome#voltron#voltron legendary defender#empty thoughts#Listen to me#In both the episodes where Lance and Hunk were focused this was the central theme#Lance trusts and Hunk doesnt#We can make arcs out of this#Shipping is mostly there for the Bit but yeah#Edit: also it goes without saying but Kuron and Allura stay alive#And also i am not suggesting 'poor insecure baby Lance who got tricked into this' no! No!#Lance needs to be flawed and in the right and the wrong in this one as much as Hunk would be#Have him put people on pedestal! Hold him responsible for mistakes! Dont you dare defang him!
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this isn’t even about my evil agenda anymore I actually just need to hear your dissertation on voltron/klance x first love late spring
you do evil things to my dick and balls. i hope you know that.
first love / late spring is a very keith-core song, but i think it also applies to both keith and lance... but more specifically, FL/LS is keith pre-relationship, and then FL/LS is lance once they have already started dating.
i'm obsessed with that one interview of mitski where she explained that she wrote this song while she was experiencing her vulnerable first love... and first love is vulnerable. you simultaneously reap the rewards of being known but at the same time, you've now let someone else know you, and now you have to trust them to take care of you. and it's so vulnerable. it's more naked than being naked. and it's so difficult as well because now you're learning a brand new way you can be hurt.
so keith, pre-relationship... he's pining for lance and he is MISERABLE. he's lost control! he feels like he's being consumed by the enormity of his feelings. he's eight years old and small and never asked for this, he never wanted to know he could feel this way. he just wants lance to fucking go already. keith wants to spit vitriol and blame and shame and drive lance away so that when lance leaves him (and he will leave him, like everyone else has), then at least it will be on keith's own terms for once. and keith doesn't, he refuses, to say how he feels. he'll spitefully choke on his confession until it suffocates him. he doesn't want to know what lance might say.
but he also is afraid of lance's reaction because... if lance gives him even a sliver of ground, if there's even a promise of a chance -- keith will fold instantly. he will jump into this love headfirst. he'll do anything if it will make lance stay with him.
and then lance, mid-established relationship... things with keith are perfect, everything is going great, so why does lance feel so anxious all the time? why does he feel so scared when keith looks at him like he's his whole world? maybe the problem is lance. because what they have is real. because he's pretty sure keith is it for him. and that terrifies lance. because lance, deep down, knows he's going to screw this up. and it's not just his heart on the line; he's also going to hurt keith.
keith smiles at him and lance feels sick to his stomach. he wants to tell keith that they might be happy right now, but eventually, lance is going to ruin this. he wants to warn keith that lance is going to break his heart one day.
lance isn't always so negative about himself. during the day, it's easy to let himself be buoyed and enveloped by his feelings for keith. he loves being in love with keith. because the love is real. it's real, and it's there, and that matters. but at night, all those poisonous insecurities and anxieties rear their ugly head, and lance finds himself standing on a ledge over a drop. lance daydreams about spending the rest of his life with keith; lance has never felt so young and small.
#mintcaboodle#klance#voltron#ask#the old child/young adult metaphor is also like. so lance-core. AND THE 'I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME' LINE!!!!!!!!#im in my feels tonight i'm sorry the lance analysis is not fully cooked#also like obviously lance doesn't always feel this way. it's more pertinent closer to the beginning when he#starts to fully realize the depths of his feelings and he's freaking out because he's beginning to understand what it means to spend#the rest of your life with someone and that is a TERRIFYING thing to want and imagine when you're only 17/18#lance does get better though and his insecurities die out the longer and more stable his relationship with keith is#though sometimes those same insecurities crop up now and again#i talk a lot about pining keith and how like tumultuous his experience is. but once he starts dating lance things even out for him#whereas lance is relatively chill in his pining and then begins to flounder after they get together and after he's realized the Love word#otp: we are a good team#katiecanons#idk i guess#keith#lance
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anyways I don't know if it's due to falling asleep to the backdrop of people setting off way too many fireworks or not, but I had a weird dream last night and now I am here to tell you guys all about it because I've been idly rotating it all day. you've heard of body swap not get ready for... personality swap, I guess? But not completely?
anyways it seemed to take place at the tail end of season one, where instead of getting shot out into random locations by the corrupted wormhole, all the lions stayed on the Castle, but something about the combination of the corrupted wormhole and the paladin bond resulted in something... weird happening. Some kind of quintessence rearrangement that resulted in Lance, Hunk, Pidge, and Keith all swapping aspects of their personalities around that Shiro was apparently spared from because of some kind of defense mechanism that Pidge installed in the control chip for his arm that's in his brain that protected him but the backlash forced him to require some time in the cyropod.
(I guess my brain said. you know what would be funny. Shiro just waking up to this nonsense. and honestly? valid.)
(also allura and coran are fine and somehow escaped the wormhole don't worry about it. apparently the mice did also have their personalities swapped around but like. they're mice. they don't care.)
Pidge was probably the least effected bc she got traits from Hunk, who she already has a decent amount in common with, except now she's prone to nervous tirades, is now a morning person, and is calmed by the act of cooking. except she can't cook. Hunk at least kept very clear notes on all of his cooking experiments so she has something to work with. She suddenly finds herself more drawn to tinkering with things as opposed to coding, but she can still do the latter super easily. Also she has a solid sleep schedule now? She also stops wearing her brother's glasses bc she winds up fixated on the idea that she'll break them so she just keeps them safe in her room instead. Which she has now cleaned. She still kind of feels like she dodged a bullet. Sorry guys.
Lance is... having an experience, because he picked up traits from Pidge. He likes studying now? Except apparently he still has ADHD, but also Coran gave him this clicker thing that seems to be working wonders. He's suddenly a lot less interested in flirting and his detailed skin care routine kind of doesn't seem so important anymore. He has to actively set alarms on his phone otherwise he'll pull all nighters. He's starting to learn how to code? Which is weird but it's oddly calming. He's also pretty sure he picked up Pidge's sense of humor, because Pidge definitely picked up Hunk's sense of humor.
Hunk, to his great misfortune, has picked up traits from Keith. Which also includes his temper and his general introversion, the former of which he is working very hard on managing. He's also spending way more time on the training deck than ever before, but it suddenly doesn't feel like exercise so much as it feels... relaxing? Also he is like. always tense. What the hell, Keith, how did you live like this. How is HE going to live like this. Although it is kind of nice to not feel the urge to puke from nerves, which he... doesn't really seem to have anymore? That's kind of nice.
Keith is probably the oddest case of the bunch. He picked up personality traits from Lance, which he can't even get angry about because he doesn't have a temper anymore? apparently? He's suddenly a lot more extroverted, and also he feels the weird compulsion to... flirt? He's also become way more interested in self care and is suddenly not a morning person anymore. But for all that in some ways he has the most traits leftover from his core personality, because those traits turned out not to be parts of his personality so much as they were due to him being Galra- so he still likes training and fighting as much as he did before. Which is great, because if he let Lance's personality take him by the nose, he'd definitely just start to coast on his talent.
But they also each still have core aspects of themselves that apparently their lions preserved so it's not a full personality swap. Pidge will still wax poetic about the tech around them. Lance might not be huge into self care anymore, but he's still interested in trying to keep himself looking good. Hunk is still very kind, which makes having Keith's temper hard on him. Keith still is a nature boy and a jock, and somehow still doesn't understand how the cheer goes.
POV: You're Shiro. You wake up to this mess. It's been like this for a week apparently, and Coran and Allura don't know how to fix it.
...can you just go back to the cryopod maybe?
#apparently lance bought himself a pair of fake glasses that looked like Veronica's#he needed it to sell his new brainy personality. which is a very Lance thing to think#apparently my subconscious decided keith was better at flirting than lance. which is funny so I'm saying it's right#also apparently part of taking better care of himself involved no longer shaving down his nails so they just ended up sharp and pointy#keith reached his maximum hotness potential through self care incident. 340457 dead 4858582 injured#lance voice: what do you MEAN I kept my *insecurity*. that's the one personality trait I didn't want!#honestly. could be a vehicle for both incredible shenanigans AND character study#what makes a person who they are etc#identity crisis au
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I’m rewatching Voltron for something and I feel like I’m being lured into a false sense of security with these first three seasons
I keep finding myself going “aw this is really fun!” and then feel the upcoming seasons looming in the distance
#Voltron#anyways S3 ep2 my beloved#i forgot how much I like that Ep#which is surprising because younger me did NOT like change#but maybe it’s because my fave is Lance and him getting bumped up to second in command after his little moments of insecurity was nice
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I feel like that was a jab at me.
(WildC.A.T.s #10)
#wildc.a.t.s#Batman#Bruce Wayne#black canary#dinah lance#red arrow#Arsenal#roy harper#insecure#poor Roy#team up#weak link#matthew rosenberg#tom derenick#dc comics#comics#2020s comics
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The first bout of whispering, Shiro can ignore. He’s a teacher by trade, after all. Astronaut, sure. Paladin, even. But he always expected to be a teacher, trained for it, and he knows when you put a group of teenagers in a room and expect them to start learning by lecture, there’s going to be some whispering. He’d be concerned if there wasn’t, frankly.
But as it keeps happening, again and again, to the point where it’s almost constant, Shiro begins to lose his patience.
“Lance, Hunk,” he says, catching himself long before then. He tries to smile, gentle but firm. “Everything okay?”
The two boys clam up immediately. Lance even begins to lean slightly away from Hunk, although Shiro’s not sure he notices.
Shiro frowns, puzzled at the reaction. That’s — uncommon. He’s seen embarrassed, seen sheepish, seen unbothered, even seen downright rude, but Lance looks almost… afraid. And Hunk looks at him with a lot more anxiety than the situation calls for, but Shiro is beginning to notice that that’s just Hunk.
The both mutter some semblance of apology, and Shiro moves on quickly, unwilling to dwell on the incident too long.
For the rest of the briefing, he keeps an eye on them. He’s still focused, of course, as their break-in and recon on a nearby Empire warship is not only hugely dangerous, but will also be hugely beneficial, but he lets his notes do a lot of the talking for him. He flits his eyes to the pair every so often, and while Hunk meets his eyes on occasion, smiling slightly, Lance keeps his head down, hunched over his tablet.
Shiro notices that the tablet is powered off. He doesn’t write a single note.
His shoulders are hunched up to his ears.
———
“Alright, kiddo, good job.”
Keith grins, stepping backwards and bowing to finish the fight. Shiro bows back, matching his smile.
“You did great.”
“I know,” Keith says cheekily. “You’re getting easier and easier to beat. Probably because you’re elderly.”
Shiro raises an eyebrow. “Am I.”
His annoying little brother hums, completely unconcerned. He steps off to the side and starts swinging around his training stick, very clearly showing off. “Mhm. It was super easy to fight you. I just went whoosh, smack, bam! —” he punctuates every sound with a swing and slash of the stick — “and every hit just landed. Honestly, I think a punching bag would have been more of a challenge. Adam is a way better spar partner than you. I wish I was shot into space with him.”
Shiro’s eye twitches. It’s a clear goad, he knows it is. Keith isn’t even trying to hide it. He’s a twerp with too much energy and too much experience pressing all of Shiro’s buttons — a favourite button of his, of course, being the bit of…healthy competition Shiro has always had with his boyfriend.
(He’s well aware of the irony. He hears Adam pointing and laughing in his head every time he endures Keith’s complaining about Lance pulling his mullet, so to speak. In fact keeping his mouth shut about the parallels is the only thing keeping him from throwing Keith down the laundry chute. He’s waiting for a moment when the reveal can be well and truly devastating.)
Shiro manages, with herculean strength, to step away from his turd of a brother, putting his training stick away.
“I am leaving,” he says loudly, pointedly turning away. “I said I’d train one hour with you and not a second more.”
He feels Keith’s pout more than sees it. “Coward.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Shiro snorts, waving his hand dismissively. He hears swishing sounds, and the clicks of buttons — Keith is starting up his own training. Again. “Don’t be late for dinner or I’ll send Lance after you.”
“Can’t promise I won’t maim him,” Keith mutters. “Sometimes I just want to wring his neck.”
Shiro is very familiar with that feeling. Or at least the raving about it. He used to feel great pleasure in driving Adam to that point, just because he was hot when he was mad. But Shiro values his limbs — or at least what’s left of them — where they are, so he keeps the comments to himself as he makes his way out of the training room, meandering back to his own quarters.
He takes his time showering and redressing, knowing he’s got some time before dinner. He thinks Hunk even managed to wrestle Coran out of the kitchen, which means no food goo. It also means that he’s banned from even breathing near the kitchen until the food is fully cooked and completed — which is a bullshit ban and one based in false accusations — but he’s sure he can help set the table, or something. Stir a pot. He’s good at that.
He towels off his hair, not bothering to style it, and takes his time walking over to the kitchens. The castle floors are cold under his bare feet, he finds himself wishing he had the lion slippers Lance made him. They’re very warm. He never wears them because he’s terrified of ruining them, but it’s so icy in here that he might start having to, or else he’ll freeze.
As he approaches the kitchen, he hears voices. He freezes, quieting his steps and pausing behind the wall to listen. Hopefully no one else walks by, or that will be humiliating.
“— all you have to do is ask, Lance, just casually, it’s not even —”
“— it is even, Hunk, it’s the worst and I’m not doing it, why would I inconvenience —”
“— it isn’t! Not even a little! It’s the smallest tiniest thing!”
“Hunk —”
Hunk throws his hands up in exasperation, spoon going flying and splattering some kind of blue sauce all over the cabinets. Neither of them even blinks at it.
“I am tired of watching you struggle, Leandro! Heaven forbid you ask for help!”
Shiro frowns. That’s not good. That sounds serious.
“I asked for help,” Lance huffs, arms crossed over his chest. “I asked you, didn’t I?”
“I don’t count and you know it,” Hunk says sharply, mirroring him. “I already knew.”
Lance looks away, clenching his jaw. His fingers are tangled in his jacket’s sleeve, tense.
“You don’t have to help anymore if it’s too hard,” he mumbles. “I can handle it myself.”
Hunk softens. “It’s not that, Lance.” He wipes his hands in his apron and pulls Lance to his chest. Lance goes, although he doesn’t move his arms, burying his face in Hunk’s shoulder. “You know it’s not that. If that’s all we have then I’ll keep doing it, damn the consequences.” He pulls back slightly, nudging Lance back so he can look him in the face. “You can just do better, dude. All you gotta do is tell Shiro about your —”
A hand claps over Hunk’s mouth, cutting him off, and Lance squeaks, “Hey, Shiro, hello, hi!”
Shiro startles. He scrambles upright before Hunk turns all the way, so at least he’s only seen crouching by the door like a weirdo by one person.
He clears his throat. “Uh, hi.”
“You’re banned from the kitchen,” Hunk says, muffled. How he looks so mighty and dignified with Lance’s hands still very much pressed to his face is well and truly beyond him. Shiro is frankly awed.
“I just came to help set the table,” he assures, hands held up in surrender. “Promise I’ll stay away from the actual food.”
Hunk narrows his eyes, but must decide he could use the help, because he nods, stepping backwards so Lance’s hands fall back down.
“Alright,” he sighs. “I’m making stew. You can set out utensils if you must but know I’ll judge you heavily for it. Lance, come help me finish up.”
Lance scrambles after him, avoiding Shiro’s gaze like he’s sure he’s going to get yelled at. Shiro watches him go, perplexed.
———
The next few days are, for the most part, manageable. Their mission goes well, Keith is surprisingly mellow — Shiro suspects the little nerd has discovered a library of some kind — and distress calls are minimal. All in all, Shiro should be taking the time as the blessing it is and catching up on some much needed R&R.
Instead, he’s worrying about the Blue Paladin.
Shiro can’t say he knows him well. They’ve hardly been in space a couple of months, after all, and while Shiro must have taught him a couple times — he was in the piloting program so it’s almost impossible that they didn’t cross paths — the Garrison is huge, and Shiro largely teachers younger students. Shiro can’t recall teaching a Lance, anyway.
But he can tell something’s off.
Besides the fact that Hunk keeps looking at Lance with concern, the Cuban seems…withdrawn, almost. He still works hard in training and smokes them in any kind of long distance, but there doesn’t seem to be any joy in it. Even his arguments with Keith seem halfhearted, which Keith will never admit leave him agitated as much as it has Shiro’s eyebrows raising. Shiro is sure, basically, that something is the matter, and surer still that he has to be the one to fix it.
How exactly he should go about it…well, that’s the part he’s struggling with. He knows Lance is kind of star-eyed around him, even though they’re on the same playing field, so Shiro’s not sure just regular talking to him about it is going to do something. And he seemed pretty resistant when Hunk pressed, in the conversation Shiro overheard. He’s just not sure what to do.
Luckily, the situation starts to resolve itself.
“Hey, Shiro, can I talk to you?” Lance mumbles into his breakfast, as everyone else is distracted by Pidge and Keith’s loud argument about cryptids (Shiro has heard it too many times at this point. He’s tuned it out).
Shiro blinks. “Sure,” he says, trying to keep the shock out of his voice. “Now?”
“Uh, after we eat, maybe.”
Shiro tries very hard not to seem over enthusiastic. He sucks at that, so it doesn’t work, and it seems to make Lance more stressed, which only stresses Shiro out more. By the time everyone has finished up and people are starting to file out to various tasks, the tension between them is so thick Shiro feels as if he might suffocate.
Suddenly, as if he propelled himself, Lance springs to his feet, snatching his bowl and Shiro’s and powerwalking towards the kitchen sink. Shiro, startled, follows him.
“You okay?” Shiro asks softly, noticing the whiteness of Lance’s knuckles, clenched around a sponge, and the robotic way he scrubs it across a dirty spoon.
Lance says nothing. He keeps his eyes trained resolutely on the soapy water, spine ramrod straight, nerves bleeding from him in waves.
Hesitantly, Shiro rolls up his sleeves, standing beside him and beginning to dry what he rinses. As Shiro gets close he gets tenser, shoulders hiked up to his ears, but as the minutes drag on, empty kitchen echoing the sound of swishing water and clanking cutlery, he begins to calm down. Shiro watches his face relax, easing its worries twist, and terror fade from his brown eyes.
He hands Shiro the last clean dish to dry, then pulls the plug on the sink, darting over to grab a hand towel and starting to dry.
“Can you write mission plans in pink?”
The words rush out of him, like he’d been holding them between his teeth for God knows how long and they’d finally spilled out. He looks almost nauseous after he says them.
Shiro blinks. That was…not what he’d expected.
“…Why?”
“It’s perfectly okay if you can’t,” Lance continues, as if Shiro had not spoken. “I mean, whatever. I’ll figure it out. I’ve gone without this long, after all, and it’s totally doable. Of course there’s the migraines and the agony but that’s all light work. It’s war, after all. Ha.” He chuckles nervously.
He’s shrunk in on himself, looking almost small. Shiro stares at him with a dropped jaw and wide eyes. Lance doesn’t even notice, eyes focused intensely on the hand towel, breathing worryingly erratic.
“I just swore to Hunk that I’d ask, you know. He said it wouldn’t hurt. And of course it wouldn’t but I don’t need it. It’s just. You know.”
Shiro cannot stress enough how much he doesn’t know. He hasn’t felt this lost in a while.
“Pink makes the letters stick to the page. And I know that sounds stupid as shit and that’s because it is stupid as shit, unfortunately. Dyslexia is the dumbest thing in the world, actually. And who named it that? You know how hard that word is to spell? It’s hard. They should have called it — I dunno, I just mean, it’s whatever. It’s fine. I’ve handled it this long. Uh.” He looks up, finally, and maybe he doesn’t know how to make sense of Shiro’s expression, because he winces, shame overtaking his face. He sets down the towel and gestures vaguely behind him, stepping towards the door. “I’m just gonna — go. Sorry. See you later. Sorry.”
He all but flees out of the room. Shiro barely manages to snag the back of his hoodie, holding him in place.
“Lance. Chill a second. Give me time to respond.”
Lance looks deploringly at the door, then back at Shiro. He looks like he’s accepting his death. Shiro can’t help but feel the teensiest bit offended.
“I’m not going to bite you,” he says, aghast. “Jesus, kid. You’re going to give me a complex.”
To Shiro’s great relief, the remark makes Lance grin. Some of the tension eases from his face.
“You sound like my mother.”
“From what I’ve heard, that’s a compliment,” Shiro says lightly. He pulls out two chairs, orienting them so they’re facing each other. He deliberately takes the one farthest from the door, so Lance doesn’t feel trapped. He gestures to the other one. “Sit.”
Lance does.
“Now. From the beginning and with a little less fear, hopefully. Tell me what’s up, kiddo.”
Lance looks down at his hands, where he’s picking at a scar on his wrist.
“Um. So. I have dyslexia. I can’t read too well.”
Lance cringes as he says it. Shiro wonders who he has to kill for putting the idea that this is something to be ashamed about in his head.
“Cool,” Shiro says, as encouragingly as he can manage. “The main character of my favourite book series as a kid had dyslexia. I was jealous of everyone who had it. I used to pray for it.”
The revelation startles a laugh out of Lance, like Shiro hoped it would. The tension melts right off of him.
“You prayed?”
“Every night,” Shiro affirms, grinning. “I even crossed my eyes and pretended when it didn’t work. My mother didn’t believe me for a second.”
“You’re a dweeb,” Lance says, sounding kind of awed. Like he’s shocked that Shiro, too, is a nerd loser on this castle full of other nerd losers. “Dyslexia sucks.”
Letting his face settle into something more serious, Shiro nods. “I imagine it does.” He reaches over and squeezes Lance’s hand, subtly stopping him from picking at the skin. Keith has the same bad habit. “Writing in pink helps?”
Lance shrugs. “Sorta. Dunno why. But things are less squiggly when they’re written in pink or red. Not perfect, but it’s something. I can hardly read at all when they’re in black; it’s like my eyes are spinning out of my head trying to focus on ‘em. Gives me migraines like you would not imagine.”
“And thus Hunk whispering the plans to you so you don’t have to read them,” Shiro surmises, the whispering during briefings suddenly making sense. Guilt twinges in his belly.
“Yeah. Sorry about that, by the way. Didn’t mean to be rude.”
“Of course not,” Shiro says gently. “I get it now. Sorry for not understanding.” He frowns, remembering something. “I should’ve asked beforehand. Or suspected something, or known better, really. I had a kid a few years back in one of my astronomy courses. Li-something. I marked all his stuff in red for the same reasons.”
Lance makes a very particular face. Warning bells go off in Shiro’s head.
“I appreciated that very much,” Lance says politely.
It takes a moment for it to click.
Shiro considers banging his head against the table.
“Please tell me no,” he begs, ears reddening.
“It was a great honour to be renamed by the Takashi Shirogane,” Lance insists.
“I had you in my class for three years!” Shiro says, aghast. “I — I called you Li all the time! In front of people!”
“I didn’t want to correct you! That’s — embarrassing!”
Shiro cradles his head in his hands. Dear God. He knows he’s not great with names, but — Jesus. To rename a kid. Blatantly. Other teachers must have thought he was some cruel jackass.
“I think there was a Li McKinney ahead of me in roll call,” Lance offers, patting Shiro’s back delicately. “So. Pretty easy to mess up.”
“Did you write your name as Li on tests? And assignments?”
“After the first couple times, yeah. Hunk laughed at me. At a certain point I’d just dug myself too deep, I think.”
Shiro sighs, dragging his hand down his face. It’s still quite hot. He looks up at Lance, who’s mouth is twitching.
“You were short as shit back then,” he observes, trying to picture the kid in his class. “Like, shorter than Pidge.”
Lance scowls. “I was — saving up on growth spurts. Yeah. So. Purge that from your memory.” He smirks. “Like my name.”
Shiro groans. “I’m never hearing the end of that, am I.”
Lance smiles. “Probably not. I didn’t know you were uncool. It’s interesting. I’m seeing you in a whole new light.”
Shiro rolls his eyes, but reaches over to mess with Lance’s hair, like he would Keith. Unlike Keith, Lance freaks out way harder, screeching something about hard work and artistic expression.
He smiles. “Glad you came to talk to me, kid.”
Lance sticks out his tongue, but he looks pleased, too. “Yeah, yeah.”
#fun fact when my sister was diagnosed w adhd & dyslexia as a child my pjo loving ass was so jealous i actually wanted to kill her#and she knew it too she used to rub it in lmfao. well now who has to ask her older sister to read her engineering textbooks out loud 2 her 😌#vld#voltron#lance#lance mcclain#shiro#takashi shirogane#shiro & lance#lance & shiro#dork shiro#big brother shiro#understanding shiro#observant shiro#autistic lance#dyslexic lance#insecure lance#brown eyed lance#lance & hunk#broganes#klance#adashi#i’m fibbing a bit but idc#fluff#early s1#my writing#longpost#fic
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dinah "id love to make babies with you but i won't make orphans" lance vs carol "don't you think its time we got married" ferris. both characters who find traditional ideas of womanhood (kids, marriage) uncomfortable and unappealing but the difference is their response to these feelings. dinah refuses to change her stance & while she feels insecure in regards to how this might affect ollie's feelings towards her & her relationship w him she still maintains confidence in her own conviction and refuses to back down. carol pushes back against these feelings and tries to mold herself into her idea of the ideal woman, literally splitting herself in two & excising the traits she sees as masculine/not befitting her role as hal's "perfect girlfriend" + her marriage proposal to hal being less because she wants it and more because its being pushed on her and she sees it as a necessary next stage in their relationship, regardless of whether its actually good for them. am i making sense
#i am. partially ignoring the arc in which dinah changes her mind abt having kids bcus i think it was rlly stupid and a complete reversal of#why she didn't want kids in the first place But i do think its interesting as a moment where dinah does give in but moreso to ollie's#desires in specific rather than the societal expectations as a whole due to her insecurities in regards to ollie#dinah's general confidence in herself contrasted w her tendency towards insecurity & jealousy in her relationship w ollie is soooo#fascinating to me#polyamory would either fix her or make her worse but either way i would love to read it#dinah lance#carol ferris#dinahcarol#<- to me anyways <3
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Hello y'all. Here's another little thing I wrote. This time it's just dialogue, because why not ig. Lance is not kind to himself in this one, but that's what Fernando is there to do. Enjoy 💜.
"You know I like you, right?"
"... What?"
"You know I like you, right?"
"I mean, I surely hope so after what we have done tonight"
"No, what we do is great, but I like you"
"I'm... really not following"
"Lance, you're not just a pretty face or a bed warmer, you are more to me, yes?"
"Oh, I didn't think..."
"Why, because am the bad guy? Just using the innocent boy?"
"Ok, first of all calm down, I'm anything but innocent. Second, I know how I am. I didn't think anyone would like me"
"Lance, what are you saying?"
"I mean, I have Esteban and Mick, and I have friends, but I never thought you would like me"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Mhhhh, because I'm the spoiler kid who you are literally paid to endure?"
"LANCE, is that how you see me?"
"No, of course no. You are Fernando Alonso, 2 times world champion, hungry and focused and magnificent"
"So, is that how you see yourself?"
"I mean, that's who I am, no?"
"No Lance, not even close. You're wonderful, and full of talent, and kind and brave"
"I don't understand, we are already fucking, so why are you trying to butter me up?
"Cariño, this is not about the bed. This is about who you are"
"Am I not my father's son? Or the kid who gets what he wants easily? They are right about me, you know it"
"No Lance, they don't know the real you. They don't know that every father would do what Lawrence does, if they could. They don't know how hard you work and how hard you are on yourself. They don't know shit. And if you think they do, you also don't know shit"
"Oh and tell me, oh mighty one, what is it that I don't know?"
"You don't realise how lovely you are, and how easy is to love you"
"If I was, there would be proof. But there is none, so..."
"Just because other people are shitty, doesn't mean it's on you"
"Ever considered I am the shitty one?"
"Never, not for one second"
"Why?"
"Because I see you, even when you hide yourself, when you lose yourself, when you don't know anymore. I'm always there"
"You really are, aren't you? But why?"
"Because I love you"
"Don't play with me, Nando. It's one thing to think I have some redeeming qualities, it's another to lie"
"There is nothing to be redeemed. And am not lying"
"I don't believe you"
"You really mean you can't believe me. But that's ok. I am patient. I can wait for you, and in the meantime show my love for you"
"I don't know if I can..."
"Is ok. We have all the time in the world to figure it out, no?"
"Yeah, I guess so"
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"You know I like you too, right?"
"Mhhh?"
"The other day? We moved past it, but I wanted you to know that I really really like you"
"Ah, is it so?"
"You don't have to be a dick about it. But yeah, I like spending time with you, I like talking with you, I like sleeping with you. Yeah, both ways, not just sex you asshole"
"Wasn't going to say anything"
"Sure you weren't. Anyway, I just wanted to say it explicitly. I like you"
"You are the sweetest, Lancito. Come here, and show me how much"
"Right now it's close to zero"
"Of course it is. What about now?"
"Co... compelling argument. Tell me more?"
"Claro que sí"
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"So, that was intense"
"Yep"
"...Is it too soon to say I love you"
"Probably, but who cares. Tell me"
"I love you. For a million reasons, but mostly because you are you, and I am who I am"
"M... Would you believe it?"
"What?"
"I love you for the exact same reasons"
#strollonso#fernando alonso#lance stroll#grumpy cat boy x besotted old man#i love insecure but sassy Lance so much#so does nano by the way#they love each other your Honour
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...quite odd that with some older literature that I'm vaguely into, I'm actually more interested in fandom and lit criticism than in the actual text
#look — Hamlet is just a play written in language that's extremely hard to get through (saying this as someone who enjoys stylised prose)#the essays about Hamlet's insecurity; the armchair diagnoses; the fanart; the discussions about the catholicism/reformation context...#these are gold#(ftr I did have a Shakespeare period in hs and did read those plays multiple times... but this specific one I was always ambivalent on)#see also: arthuriana except add in all the retellings#I'm mad about Mordred and Galahad but don't ask me to wax poetic about Gawain. Arthur and Gwen are fine if we ignore the infidelity plot#Lance... Elaine's pining for him and the Lady of the Lake's relation to him are more interesting than he is personally#(unless you played him as Arthur's bff... bromance et all... but as I said infidelity plots are boring)#therese rambles
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Im not even a full Allurance shipper but the P/ancers acting like Pidge was a better choice for Lance and that Lance should have noticed Pidge's crush feels kind of hypocritical.
Like, Allura shouldnt take notice of Lance's feelings even after they got closer and he became a source of support for her. But Lance should take notice of Pidge's "crush" because...why?
As much as I disagree with how Allurance was made. They actually got closer, they had moments where they could be vulnerable and be there for each other and be happy for the other's accomplishments. Their relationship was a mess but their friendship was sweet, and thats more than what Pidge and Lance had tbh. Yes, they were friends and cared for the other but it never felt more than just having fun together (sometimes) and Pidge just making fun of Lance. Lance was protective of her but that could be said for all the team.
It just feels superficial, even as a friendship
#voltron#pro allurance#its not even my main ship#but calling them forced and then saying pl was endgame#where those two never had a heart to heart conversation#Also Pidge was always so mean to him#did she ever had a nice to say about lance in all the show?#lance was a bit of a bitch too ngl i dont blame her in those moments#but other times Lance only had to breathe for her to mock him#Why would Lance#someone who already had self worth issues and felt insecure about his intelligence#end his arc with the girl who seemed to never have something nice to say to him#Keith and Allura did too yes#but they also offered him support and usually confided in his abilities#also talked to him and both reassured him about his worth#both also ended up being closer friends to him than Pidge#needed to get this off my chest#pidge critical#voltron critical
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Float!
#tumblr is getting this first bc instagram is giving me trouble with the formatting#but the Vision here#is lance floating in water watching a comet fall#the reflection of the night sky and the comet on the water as he watches#lance fanart#lance mcclain#lance vld#lance voltron#also Janelle Monáe song about find your self confidence and self love after a period of insecurity#and how that makes you float into rooms#bc that’s everything I want for lance#Spotify
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I do think the VLD fandom as a whole has a problem with wanting things in the series to stay stagnant. This is why it got so up in arms because characters (checks hand) went through character development. Like they're supposed to do. Which is a good thing. Could that development be clunky at times? Sure. We all know VLD's writing wasn't the best. But a character going through development and reasonably changing as a result of that isn't the character being OOC. They've just grown and changed.
#this was most notable with Keith and Lance#it's actually wild that the fandom was so against Lance growing as a character. I guess bc they were projecting hard on him#bc of his insecurity so when he started to grow past that he was suddenly 'OOC'#no hon. that's called growth.#consequences of letting fanon run rampant in fandom really
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I do think it's really overplayed and unfortunate and honestly probably dl racism that lance is the stereotypical flirty playboy but I think that aspect can be salvaged if you factor in that he's probably a loverboy at heart and is just scared to give people too much of himself
#normally I'd go ''bad move'' and scrap smthn like that in my interpretations but its so heavily hammered into his depiction I think I have#to work with it#plus like there are people who fit the stereotype 💀 I know this to be true there are so many latino fboys#are they setting our people back? yeah. But honestly more calling out of cultural values needs to happen to stop it#I like to think lance is smart enough to buy into machismo but I think it's something he can fall back into when he feels defensive/insecure#because its been marketed to him as this very reliable thing that's how he's Supposed to act#this also applies to his bisexuality I feel he really struggles with not running back to whatever he thinks is ''normal'' whenever he feels#embarassed/threatened#there's so many directions that could go as far as substance use/patterns of responsibility but I'll leave it there#also growing up getting made fun of 24/7 assuming his family is classic latine#if I was hard klanceposting I'd make some comparison about how keith is so subconsciously agressively himself and doesnt have all these#cultural and familial and social expectations for himself#so its grounding for lance#I mean the lack of those things (not like the expectations the things themselves) is part of why keith is deeply lonely#idk man 😭#oh shit ****smart enough NOT to buy into machismo#that rly fucked up what I meant to say#voltron#lance mcclain#txt
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