#pre-plance

[autisticlancemcclain]

She makes a real effort to muffle her steps, which is endearing. Enough that Lance is smiling slightly as she finally steps onto the observation deck and sits down next to him.

“Hey, Pidge.”

“Hey.” Her voice is quiet, subdued. As awkward as it is determined. “You okay?”

He draws his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his shins and resting his cheek on his knees, facing her. She mimics his position, and they sit like that for a bit, comfortably silent.

“I will be.”

Pidge hums. She stares at him for a while, amber eyes tracing over the tear tracks dried onto his cheeks. “You’ve been coming here a lot,” she observes. “Used to only be around once a week. It’s almost daily, now.”

Lance blinks in surprise. He hadn’t thought anyone had really noticed.

“Oh.”

She must read his thoughts, because her eyes turn a little sad, like she’s hurting for him. “Everyone’s thinking about you, Lance.” Her smile turns sly. “Keith especially. He’s too awkward to talk to you himself so he came to me like a huge nerd.” She lowers her voice exaggeratedly, frowning deeply and wiggling furrowed brows. “‘Just go see if he’s okay’, he says.” She continues her Keith impression, waving her hand mockingly. “‘I can’t ask him, that’s weird. You have to. But don’t let him think I asked you to.’”

Lance laughs even as his cheeks heat up. “You’re messing with me.”

“Nope,” she says, reaching over to poke him in his cheek. “He was all emo and broody, as usual, but this time about you. He might as well have procured a bouquet of flowers out of thin air and composed a ballad in your honour.”

“Have I told you that you’re annoying, lately?”

“Nope. You’ve been too moosh.”

Her frankness sobers him right up, although he supposes he should expect it from her. Pidge isn’t known for beating around the bush.

He sighs, looking away. His cheeks are red for a whole different kind of embarrassment, now. He can’t believe he has the whole team worried about him and his tiny problems when there’s a war they’re supposed to be fighting. He’s being dramatic and he knows it.

“Sorry. I’m not trying to be.”

“Hey.” She punches him gently — well, gently by Pidge’s standards — on the shoulder. “No one’s annoyed or upset by it, doofus. You’re allowed to feel shitty. You’re a bajillion miles from home, and Hunk told me you and your family are like those annoying cartoon families who get along all the time and actually like each other.”

Lance scoffs in mock offense, punching her right back. “Are you of all people accusing me of being friends with my siblings? You broke into a military facility to search for your brother!”

Pidge grins. “It’s cool when I do it.”

“Yeah right, asshole!”

“Buttmuncher!”

“Headass!”

“Birdbrain!”

He can’t quite keep the faux-annoyed expression on his face any longer, grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. She grins right back. Some of the pain in his chest eases.

The homesickness doesn’t go away, exactly.

But Pidge makes it easier to handle.

[artsyjesseblue]

A Lotura art print for your soul, hand-embellished with metallic gold foil. A couple of years ago, when I discovered Voltron: Legendary Defender, little did I know I’d be making art of this beautiful pair of space elves with so much passion 💖 How did VLD impact your life? When the VLD fandom was beginning to quiet down, I was just learning about it. But there are still a few of us left around that enjoy our Lotura corner. Lotor and Allura waltzing among galaxies had me all dreamy and inspired me to draw this artwork. So I’m here for y’all with a rather crazy, detailed gold foil manual labor that I decided to pursue (I love sparkly things 🤩, I’m sure many of you do too, but the amount of sparkles I sprinkled on this one is insane and I may have lost my mind and my eyesight a bit when working on applying the gold leaf). ✨ I could have chosen again a foil printing service, but I decided to have it the old-fashioned way because nothing can beat the brilliant colors of giclée prints on archival paper and some hand-applied foil (I’m a bit crazy about giclées, small confession). This giclée is printed on a 11x14” (28 x 35.5 cm) watercolor bright white archival paper, with Canon Lucia inks and hand-embellished with Schabin composition leaf. Here is the link to my Ko-fi listing. *** Since this is a labor-intensive artwork (the magnifying glass is my friend), it’s going to be a PRE-ORDER listing, so I can have time to properly gild each art print. I’ll keep the pre-order open for a week or more depending on the demand, and post updates for you here when I close it. ***Keep an eye out for my Plance Dance giclee print coming soon, also covered in sparkles.

[adobedragon]

The Collected Works of sitehound

All my stories, in one place, listed by fandom—which means, mostly Voltron: Legendary Defender—and by romantic ship (if applicable). Ratings vary from G to E.

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Darcy/Loki

A Morbid Taste for Ice (Complete at 200K words | Rated M | Mystery | Romance | Contemporary | Eventual Sex | Mental Health Issues)

My magnum opus! More than a decade after I started posting it, it still, IMO, holds up well.

Following the events of Loki’s attack on New York, Thor, Loki, Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster find themselves unwilling roommates, living in a crappy trailer home in the New Mexico desert.

Original Work

Elrekki Chaosbringer/Kelly Marquez

Lost in Paradise (Ongoing story | Rated M | Space Opera | Romance | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Eventual Sex | Inspired by MCU's Thor & Loki)

A bookstore owner’s life is turned upside down by a mysterious young man who turns out to be a criminal from an alternate universe.

Voltron: Legendary Defender (VLD)

GEN (No, or minimal romance, although Plance does sneak in…)

How to Impress Your Pidgeon (14K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover)

Pidge, an apprentice in the MasterSmith Crafthall, meets a very opinionated young dragon.

I’ll Stand by You (3K words | Rated T | Bullying | Friendship | Pre-Canon)

In which Pidge, aka Katie Holt, finds that impersonating a male cadet presents challenges she never thought of.

Three (Would-be) Paladins and a DeLorean (5.7K words | Rated T | Garrison Trio | Pre-Canon | AU | Humor | Reckless Driving | Back to the Future DeLorean)

Pidge, Lance and Hunk sneak out of Galaxy Garrison for some unauthorized R&R in the nearby town of Torre Siena. When the inevitable happens—they get kicked out of a bar—they wander the streets and encounter a very strange car.

Lance/Female Reader

A Little Artistic Nudity (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-Canon | Second Person POV | No use of Y/N)

On a planet zillions of light years away, you meet a cute guy in a café and instantly strike up a rapport.

Shiro/Keith

The Color of Joy is Brown? (7.8K words | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover | Meet-Cute)

An unwanted orphan bounced from Hold to Hold, now a murderer consigned to hard labor in the mines of Crom, Keith is grimly resigned to a short, miserable life. But when a chance encounter leads to him standing on the sands of Benden Weyr's hatching grounds, a Candidate for Impression, he dares to hope for something better.

Keith/Lance

The Scarecrow (19K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Pre-canon | AU | Happy Ending | Queerplatonic Relationships)

In the wake of crushing loss, Keith, Pidge and Hunk, once Galaxy Garrison cadets, now conscripts in the Galra war efforts, plan a desperate escape from Sendak’s estate in the New Mexico desert.

No Good Deed… (2400 words | Rated T | Fantasy AU | Urban Fantasy | Wolf-boy Keith | Fey Lance | Ambiguous Ending)

Lance has an encounter in the woods with a wolf-boy.

Pidge/Lance/Keith

Well, There Goes Our Security Deposit (2.1K words | Rated T | Fluff)

Keith comes home one day to find that his partners in love and life have wrecked the apartment.

How I Met Your Chabbit (1.7K words | Rated T | Drunk Pidge | Fluff | Pet Adoption | Domestic Bliss)

Everyone has an origin story. This is Rogelio the chabbit’s.

Centaur’s Rising (Ongoing story | Rated M | Mild Violence | Grief Mourning | Eventual Sex | Pacific Rim Crossover)

The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.

Keith/Pidge

Stop Thinking (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-canon | First Times)

On a dark and stormy night, after years of waiting, Pidge Holt gets what she wants.

Pidge/Lance (Plance, Pidgance, FlirtyRobot, my OTP)

St. Elmo’s Fire (150K words, Complete | Rated M | Post-Canon | Eventual Sex | Grief/Mourning | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Eventual Happy Ending)

More than a decade before, Lance ghosted Pidge. But a chance encounter leads to a journey together in a small spaceship across the Earth’s solar system, offering the opportunity to repair a friendships and fall in love.

Mind the Hardwood (4.5K words, Rated E | Post-Canon | Cut scene from St. Elmo’s Fire)

In which Pidge and Lance get busy in the cockpit of Pidge’s small spaceship.

Us, Only Us (5.2K words | Rated M | Post-Canon | Angst | First Fight | Makeup Sex | Romance | Cut scene from St. Elmo's Fire)

Lance stumbles upon Pidge’s attempt to comprehend and model their relationship using math.

Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (11K words, Complete | Rated E | Canon | Canon Divergent | First Times)

Pidge successfully seduces Lance.

A Rain of Terror (3.6K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Angst | Grief/Mourning)

Pidge Holt can repair anything. Except a broken heart. In the gathering fury of a dangerous Altean oort storm, she struggles with her terrible people skills, needing to get a depressed and nearly catatonic Lance out of the storm’s path.

If a Door Slams in Outer Space, Can You Hear It? (2.9K | Canon | Canon Divergent | Story in a Story)

Lance makes like a bard and courts Pidge with a good story.

To Find a Princess, You Gotta Kiss a Green Paladin (7.6 words | Rated T | AU | Actor AU)

In which Katie Holt, girl genius, finds herself cast in a movie playing an Altean princess to Lance’s Paladin of Voltron.

Turn Over a New Leaf (8.8K words, Complete | Rated T | Fix-it | S8E1 rewrite | Romance | Allura and Lance friendship)

All his life, Lance has craved attention. To be seen as more than the farm boy from Cuba. On the eve of the Galactic Coalition’s final offensive against the Galra, Lance finally learns, with a little help from his friends, that growing up means letting go of what you want and accepting what you need.

In Deep Space Where the Wallflowers Grow (2.4K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Pidge Salsa Dances)

Pidge Holt is so done with being paraded about the universe, expected to mingle and meet and greet the Galactic Coalition's bigwigs. During a brunch on a Galra cruiser, she retreats to a quiet spot in the stateroom by a vast window to do some stargazing, but her solitude is interrupted by a certain social butterfly.

A Pidge in a Dress is Still a Pidge (5.6K words | Rated T | 1950s AU | Science Fiction)

“Just one dance,” Pidge’s mom had stated. One dance with anyone and Pidge can leave the gala at the Altean embassy, go home, take off this beautiful but totally not-Pidge ballgown and go back to being a tomboy girl genius. Alas, the only available dance partners are creeps who are trying to suck-up to Admiral Sam Holt through his daughter. It's gonna be a long evening

Shapeshifter, Shapeshifter, Shape Me a Match (6.1K words | Rated G | Fantasy AU | Shapeshifter Lance)

On a quiet little farm, a mischievous shapeshifter meets his match in a studious girl.

It Is You I Have Loved (A Collection of Plance Fanart and Short Fiction) (Ongoing project)

What it says in the title: drabble plus fanart.

The Tithe (Ongoing story | Rated T | Teen Romance | Pre-Canon | Garrison Trio | Inspired by Tam Lin | Sex Magic)

Katie Holt, masquerading as Galaxy Garrison cadet Pidge Gunderson, is on a mission: to find the truth about her family’s disappearance. But an unlikely romance leads to the startling discovery that otherworldly forces are at work in the Garrison.

I Crave None of Your Blood (Ongoing story | Rated M | Post-Canon | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Character Turned in a Vampire | Grief/Mourning | Eventual Sex | Rough Sex)

Lance, Pidge and Keith, three Paladins of Voltron, each carrying a permanent legacy of their Voltron experience, and now pawns of forces that might save or destroy the universe.

Centaur’s Rising (Ongoing story | Rated M | Mild Violence | Grief Mourning | Eventual Sex | Pacific Rim Crossover)

The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.

[maplesyrupptarmigan]

The three-body problem

The three-body problem (1637 words) by maplesyrupptarmigan Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hunk & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt Characters: Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Trans Female Pidge | Katie Holt, Colleen Holt is a supportive mother, Matt and Sam and Shiro are mentioned too Series: Part 1 of Signals Summary:

The three-body problem is the problem of taking the initial positions and velocities of three point masses and solving for their subsequent motion. Unlike two-body problems, no solution currently exists.

Or, Katie Holt becomes Pidge Gunderson. And, whether she wants to or not, makes some friends along the way.

- - -

first (public) fic, blahblahblah. years on this hellsite and i still dunno how to use it. testing the waters on actually being publically active in spaces.

anyways, this fic is pre-plance shit. i dunno how good it is, or how "accurate" it is. it's a rewrite/canon-divergence, so i can do whatever i want, like making everyone explicitly queer.

if i actually knew how to use tumblr this whole spiel would be in the tags, but i refuse to do that. that's weird. kinda funky.

maple out. thanks for being...wherever

[dailyanarchistposts]

Despite the tremendous successes we’ve had in the past few years, several recent anarchist mobilizations have been hijacked by a shrill minority that wishes to impose permits, routes, parade marshals (e.g. peace police), zones of actions and other such nonsense, turning our rage and creativity into a well-ordered media spectacle, or worse, mass arrest. The constant and insincere calls for “solidarity” and protecting others have turned our once raucous resistance into an exercise of well-organized crowd control.

But it hasn’t always been like this...

Just a few years ago the military’s pet think-tank RAND organization wrote:

“Anarchists [in Seattle 1999] using extremely good modern communications, including live Internet feeds, were able to execute simultaneous actions by means of pulsing and swarming tactics coordinated by networked and leaderless “affinity groups.” Rather it became an example of the challenges that hierarchical organizations face when confronting networked adversaries with faster reaction cycles. This loosely organized coalition, embracing network organization and tactics, frustrated police efforts to gain the situational awareness needed to combat the seemingly chaotic Seattle disturbances.”

RAND concludes that there is little that hierarchical organizations like the police can do to deal with such chaotic tactics. In addition, they sound the alarm that our types of groups facilitate rapid evolution of tactics and promote greater recruiting opportunities than traditional demonstrations. They are afraid and they had right to be: we were winning. Fortunately, today, we still can win.

We gain nothing returning to the tactics of ten years ago: the scripted, bland and boring traditional leftist demonstrations of parade routes, leaders, speakers and marshals. What we need is creative, decentralized and, most of all, chaotic action.

One tactic used in Seattle and elsewhere that utilizes chaos is “pulsing”. Pulsing is the ability of groups of people to come together, disperse to safety and reform in new groups. While this is similar to guerrilla tactic of “absorption,” there is an important difference.

Che’s notion of “absorption” is simply when a “force attacks the enemy for a period of time and then breaks off the attack being absorbed into the community or environment” from where it came. Pulsing is a constant flow of people joining, breaking up and rejoining, often in new combinations of groups. The most successful way this can be done is through small decentralized autonomous groups (e.g. affinity groups) that have the decision-making power to decide for themselves when and with whom to interact with.

RAND points out that pulsing makes crowd control very difficult because it keeps “rearranging the threats” and that there is no prearranged pattern that police can analyze and neutralized. This is unpredictability is the cornerstone of chaos theory.

A biological example beloved by chaos theoreticians is bacteria. Bacteria function in pulses, creating ever-new patterns of connections. Chaos thinker Planc wrote “Each pattern is organic and results from random forces in the environment the ever-changing collection and density [pulsing] of bacteria makes their organizations very durable and adaptable.”

“Swarming” is another way we can inject chaos into our actions. Swarming is the tactic of hitting a number of targets at the same time without following a pre-set pattern. Decentralized swarming frustrates law enforcement’s ability to protect targets and disrupt our activities. They are forced into “reaction” as opposed to their goal of “controlling the agenda for protests”. Again, the only way for this to work with thousands of people is for us to organize in a radically decentralized manner. Decentralizing work and actions by the channels of affinity allows the skills and passions of small groups to be utilized best, so that the groups select actions that match their interests and abilities.

In demonstrations, hierarchical organizations are quickly overwhelmed when their central nervous system is confronted by the chaos caused by unpredictable, pulsing swarms. Anarchists can take advantage of these matrices of opportunity opened up by autonomous groups, giving us a huge advantage over slow reacting, hierarchical groups like the police.

Both pulsing and swarming inject the crucial element of chaos into our demonstrations. Police are repulsed by chaos, as are all hierarchical organizations, and thus are slower to react. These tactics provide affinity groups opportunities that they could have never planned for: like liberating unguarded dumpster next to a checkpoint that can be turned into a battering ram or finding an unlocked service entrance into a hotel where IMF delegates are staying.

Chaos also allows small actions to be multiplied and expanded on. Even small initial changes can accumulate quickly creating profound and unlikely changes — such as a butterfly flapping its wings in Argentina may cause a hurricane in New York.

We are not robots, we are not pawns of organizers: we are a pulsing swarm of creative and free butterflies. We are fighting for our lives and dancing to be free.

[fuckthisshitimin]

Guys, I want you to know I love you all the same. And you are right, I am in love with Keith.

Lance, in his fifth tequila shot glory

[seeds-of-the-garden]

"It is I, Lance McClain, MASTER OF SPELLS AND ENCHANTMENTS. State your name and purpose." "Kate Holt, misstress of mouse and keyboard, here to fix your WiFi." "Thank goodness you're here, it's been acting up all week and there's a new episode of Doctor Who out tonight that I really want to stream."

Please have some modern fantasy!

~~~~~

Pidge knocks on the door and immediately regrets it.

Rather than answering the door like a normal person, Pidge is surrounded in a layer of white cloud and a gust of wind. The breeze kicks up the pollen on the ground from the neat flower beds around the house and she sneezes, overwhelmed with allergies.

"It is I," the owner of the house bellows, "Lance McClain, MASTER OF SPELLS AND ENCHANTMENTS." He holds out his hand as if for her to take. "State your name and purpose."

Pidge raises an eyebrow as she looks him up and down. He's certainly dressed for the part, wearing a more modern version of the old wizard's robes. Rather than the robe covering his whole body, it parts in front revealing old faded blue jeans and an old t-shirt. The robe itself has seen better days of its own, clearly a family hand-me-down.

A sharp pain hits her heart thinking of her own family and the magic she should be studying right now if not for the bounty on her head. She bites her lip. She'll have to be careful here, even accidentally doing magic will tip them off to her location.

"Kate Holt," she says as blandly as possible. Show as little interest in his magic as possible so she can do her job and move on, "mistress of mouse and keyboard, here to fix your WiFi."

"Thank goodness you're here," Lance says, slumping in relief and dropping his entire act. "It's been acting up all week and there's a new episode of Doctor Who out tonight that I really want to stream."

Pidge's jaw drops. "You mean the season finale? I had to cut cable, I haven't seen the last couple episodes."

"Work your magic and you can stay and watch it," he offers, opening the door for her.

"I'll take that," she says, walking past him into the house. The incense used to enhance concentration for spells is nearly suffocating and she hates it, because it used to be a comfort and staple in her own home. She's been away from magic for far too long.

It's probably childish of her to risk being detected just to watch a television show, but she's got to be here anyway to fix his issue, otherwise it will look far too suspicious if he files a complaint.

"Sorry for the mess," Lance apologizes, "I usually keep the place pretty clean, but I'm coming up on my practical exam and I haven't kept up."

"No worries," Pidge tells him. "You have to have a method to the madness while studying. I just need to know where your modem is."

"Oh, I think it's um... behind the TV?" Using his lanky body, he worms his way around several stacks of ancient books, leaving Pidge to watch his wiggling butt. She groans. Objectively he's cute, but as far as she's concerned the only thing he has going for him is liking Doctor Who.

A chill fills the air and freezes Pidge's soul. No, this was too soon. How could they have found her so quickly?

The floor below her ripples. She reaches for the door, but it too sways with magic, becoming intangible. Pidge's heart beats a million miles an hour, terrified at what she knows is on the other side awaiting her.

"Do you smell something funny?" Lance asks, head still stuck behind the television and none the wiser. It's the last uplifting thing Pidge hears before she screams as she sinks into the floor, Lance's own shout of terror close behind.

[rueitae]

shakey hands

Not a muscle in Lance’s body moves. His mind is laser focused, and his rapidly beating heart betrays the outward calm he portrays. 

It isn’t easy to do, standing with the business end of his bayard’s rifle form pointed at Commander Destek. Behind him, Destek’s sentries pointing rifles of their own at him. 

Lance has Destek’s chest in his scope, he can make the kill shot any time he wants. 

But his view isn’t clear. Green and white armor cover his vision through the scope.

Pidge struggles, her fingers gripping wildly on Destek’s arm brace as she tries to free herself, legs flailing freely and her teeth clenched in anger. 

“Take the shot, Lance!” she yells at him. “Hurry!”

“Shoot and you’ll fatally wound the Green Paladin,” Destek tells Lance what he already knows. “Drop the bayard and surrender.”

Lance doesn’t move. If he surrenders the plan falls apart and the others get captured too. Take the shot and he risks killing Pidge. 

His hands stay steady. 

Surrender is certainty. Whether Pidge dies or not is dependent on his skill. 

Pidge’s anger morphs into a fear he rarely sees from her. Her breaths are much heavier than his, hitching as her eyes begin to water. 

His arms start to get tired. She doesn’t trust him to make the shot. The realization is like a nail gun to the heart. Pidge is never one to give out praise undeserving, he gets that but…

He thought he was better and that—

“Lance!”

The powering up of laser rifles after hearing Pidge call his name snaps Lance out of his self doubt. His bayard is lowered almost too much for this standoff. A moment longer and the sentries would have shot first. 

He renews his focus, steadies his bayard and catches Pidge’s eyes. Her mouth quivers with fear but her eyes have their familiar determined glint back. 

“Do it, Lance! This is child’s play for you!”

Destek laughs heartily, throwing his head back. “You Earthlings are cute thinking y—“

A high pitched scream. Destek falls heavy to the ground, Pidge with him. The sentries power down and clank to the metal floor of the command deck. 

Lance dissipates his bayard into his armor and runs. 

“Pidge? Pidge!? Are you okay? Talk to me!” he says desperately, sliding to his knees beside her. 

Destek is dead. 

But Pidge moans in pain and Lance is grateful because that means she’s still alive. There is a gash in her armor, right below her shoulder, blood already staining the white armor. Just a little bit lower and he’d have hit her heart.

The thought sobers him. 

He drags her off the commander. There is a hole in his chest, the bullet went right through Pidge and into him - as Lance intended and Pidge expected when she called for the shot. 

“I’m so sorry, Pidge,” he breathes. 

Pidge’s eyes clenched shut, her teeth grit in pain. “I t-told you to do it, it was our only option. I-I’ll be fine,” she grinds out. 

“I could have killed you,” he says quietly, 

Pidge has the audacity to laugh, though she quickly descends into groaning in pain for her movement. “No you wouldn’t have, Lance. You never miss when it c-counts.”

Tears cloud his vision. She did think he was a good shot. He knew she trusted him after working side by side for so long as Paladins, but hearing it like this… it means more than he can express. 

He taps his comm on. “If you can can expedite the prisoner extraction that’d be great, Pidge is okay but she’ll need a pod.”

“Copy that, Lance,” Shiro responds. “We’re nearly done. Stay where you are, Keith is bringing Red around and making a shortcut to you.”

Lance sighs in relief. He adjusts Pidge to lie flat on the floor and presses his hands down on her wound to stop the bleeding. 

Crisis averted. 

His hands can’t stop shaking. 

[rainforestgeek]

a little post-canon Plance oneshot

Prompt: “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” (courtesy of Pinterest)

AO3 link here

“Hello?”

“Can I stay at your place tonight?”

“Hey Lance, nice to hear from you.”

“Look, Pidge, I’ve had a rough day and I really need a drink and an evening with my best friend.”

“Yeah, sure. Movie?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

Ten minutes after the phone call Pidge buzzed Lance into her building. He turned up at her door still in his Galaxy Garrison officer’s uniform, hair a complete mess, and his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“Did you come here straight from work?” She asked.

Lance collapsed in a heap on the couch. “I stopped for a burger on the way.”

Pidge went into her room. The bottom drawer of her dresser was all Lance’s stuff, mostly spare clothes. She picked sweats and a T-shirt at random and tossed them at his face on her way to the kitchen. “Get changed then come and pick your poison.”

He shot her a lazy salute then hauled himself to the bathroom. Pidge considered her booze cabinet. Last time Shiro was here he’d expressed a lot of concern about how much alcohol she kept at her place. Once a space dad, forever a space dad, and it’s only gotten worse since he and Curtis adopted a baby a few months ago.

Really, she just liked having a variety to pick from. She’s had some of these bottles for three or four years.

Pidge poured herself a scotch. Lance emerged and sat himself on the stool across the counter from her. He seemed marginally less cranky.

“What can I get you?” She playfully tossed a kitchen towel over her shoulder like a bartender.

“Got any Coke left?”

“Yep.”

“Then a rum and coke, please.”

“Coming right up.” Lance just rested his head in his hand while he watched her mix the drink. Pidge half expected him to drink it all in one go when she slid the glass over. But he closed his eyes and took one sip, as if savoring the taste.

“Thanks Pidge.”

“Any time.” She picked up her own drink. “So what brings you down to the local watering hole tonight?”

“At least half my students failed their flight midterms.” He took a deeper swig of his drink. “The other faculty are riding my ass to improve their scores.”

Pidge frowned. “That sounds like it’s on the kids.”

He rubbed his forehead, eyebrows all scrunched together. “But I’m their instructor, right? Their work reflects mine. I’m worried I’m not cut out for teaching them.”

“These are recruits, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Half of them are getting weeded out of the program after this year anyway.”

He grunted.

She chewed her lip. Pidge wasn’t one for empty platitudes. It felt too much like lying and not substantial enough to be of any help. That said, she’d learned the hard way Lance was sensitive and didn’t always respond to super direct advice.

Actually that did give her an idea. “You haven’t been teaching long, Lance. Some of it’s going to be trial and error. So if you think they’re not learning, try a different method.” She took his free hand and rubbed his fingers where they curled around hers. “Don’t beat yourself up about it. You’ll figure it out. Also...I know you. I know you’ll be there for your students no matter what. There’s no way you’re not ‘cut out’ for this.”

Lance gave her such a soft smile her bones suddenly became like 30% jelly. He leaned forward a bit and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Pidge. I’m lucky you’re in my life.”

Pidge’s face heated. She awkwardly extracted her hand and downed the rest of her scotch. Then poured herself another. “Any time. Next time I have a robot explode I’ll come crying about it to you and crash at your place again.”

Lance held out his glass towards hers expectantly. She clinked them together and they both drank. “It’s practically a tradition now. I have like half of your pajamas at home.”

They moved to the couch and continued talking for a while. Catching up with him felt nice. Actually, nice wasn’t strong enough a word. His presence felt warm and comforting. A metaphorical fuzzy blanket. Both their schedules were so busy that Pidge hadn’t properly seen him in over a week. That was...too long.

When Pidge started yawning Lance tugged her up and led her to her bed. He collapsed on the other side. She liked to sprawl out at night and had spared no expense in getting a huge bed to do so. With so much room to spare, it seemed cruel to relegate Lance to the couch so this was their usual arrangement.

With a good foot of space between them.

Tonight, if Pidge felt Lance’s arm slide over her waist and his nose nuzzle into her hair, she didn’t say anything.

[azuleif]

Just some messy doodles

[hardcandy-h]

Hi just wanted to share some information and resources in regards to the overturning of roe v wade. PLEASE do your own research as I’m just an individual and am finding these resources on my own as well via social media.

Some info:

Delete your period tracking app! From what I heard FLO is historically bad at protecting your data. They released a statement saying they don’t sell your data, but delete anyways to be safe. I did today! You have to contact them saying to delete your account and data and they will follow up with an email saying it can take up 28 days to delete the data. I’ll be following up with that and you should too. If you need an alternative I’ve heard Stardust, a women owned company, is reliable and they’ve made a statement regarding data privacy. Another one is a European company called Clue.

Digital history and abortion, be careful. Use private servers like duck duck go if you’re looking up anything related to abortion, clinics etc. the account planc on Instagram has more information and tips. Also check out plancpills.org for more info on abortion pills.

Don’t donate to politicians !!!! They don’t give a fuck about you. Donate to abortion funds if you can. Check out abortionfunds.org

If you’re in a state with trigger laws check when they go into effect, some don’t start for another 30 days. Call your local clinic and let them help you form a plan they’ll be able to direct you to the nearest place and set up a plan.

This is what I’ve accumulated thus far. Please add any and all resources and information if you have.

Do not offer your place as a place for people to stay!! A lot of people have, including myself, and it’s unsafe for everyone and creates a digital footprint which is in large what we need to be mindful of. The difference between pre roe and post roe is the lack of privacy now and digital traces.

[justpidgance]

Once Lance and Pidge are in the point in the relationship where they're pretty much dating but not dating, Pidge off hand jokes that Lance wouldn't like her cause he thought she was a boy until she revealed her sex(masking her insecurities fcourse) and Lance is just like yeah, but you were an unfairly attractive boy and 6/6 would 100% kiss and that's how Pidge finds out Lance started liking her when she was posing as a he

OH SNAP

Good

[artsyjesseblue]

I promised you a Plance Dance, art print, gold leaf embellished. Because we love them.

This power couple has conquered my heart bit by bit; I was feeling and hoping for them throughout the VLD seasons, and after. The more I wrote them into my stories, the more I read your fanfics as well, the more I enjoyed discovering the “tango” that life puts them through.

So here they are, ready to bloom onto your retinas, passionate and graceful, green and blue, elegant and sparkly, dancing their tango of ups and downs, triumphs and sorrows, finding their identity, their resilience, their unity. There is power in Green, there is strength of character in Blue. They clash, they mingle, they struggle, they learn from mistakes and they come back together. I love them so much. And gold leaf, because they shine bright.

This giclée is printed on a 11x14” (28 x 35.5 cm) watercolor bright white archival paper, with Canon Lucia inks and hand-embellished with Schabin composition leaf. Here is the link to my Ko-fi listing. *** Since this is a labor-intensive artwork (the magnifying glass is my friend and I might turn into a gold flake gremlin after this, haha), it’s going to be a PRE-ORDER, so I can have time to properly gild each art print. I’ll keep the pre-order open for a week or more depending on the demand, and post updates for you here when I close it.

[adobedragon]

No more than an arm’s length above her the air shimmered and Pidge flinched instinctively at a sudden, small gust of wind. Jeweled eyes winked at her and she, along with several people around her, gasped in delight. A gold fire-lizard, the miniature of mighty Ramoth on the sands, had just emerged from between and hovered for a few heartbeats, little wings pushing a small breeze onto Pidge’s face.

Turning, the little creature soared over the crowd, her passing noted by other humans and a scattering of other fire-lizards perched on shoulders. As of late, fire-lizards had become the accessory of choice for Lord Holders and other people of influence. The little gold aimed for a cluster of dragonriders including F’lar and Lessa, Benden’s Weyrleader and Weyrwoman, where she settled on the shoulders of a man who was likely F’nor, Benden’s Wing-second. Pidge had never seen any of the trio before, but Lessa’s fierce dark beauty contained in a diminutive frame was unmistakable.

Laughter, light but echoing in the vast cavern, rang out.

Seated with a cluster of other dragonriders in the tiers almost opposite her location, a lanky young man grinned goofily at another rider, that one dark and heavy-set. Hands waving, he carried on telling some tale. Something familiar about him drew her attention and she realized he was the rider of the large blue dragon seen earlier. Bared of flight cap and googles, his short hair was the warm brown of klah.

The grin faded from the young man’s tanned face as his gaze swept to the left. Pidge followed his line of sight, landing on L’tor, rider of bronze Orianth. The elder dragonrider arched an elegant, snow white eyebrow at the younger dragonrider, his face passive, but the meaning clear. Quelled, the blue rider’s shoulders hunched and he affected a serious mien although it didn’t seem to fit his face properly.

[maychorianrecs]

Build on Shaky Ground by Engineer104

Build on Shaky Ground by Engineer104 Words: 3,337 Author’s Summary: Sometimes Lance dangles the carrot of friendship in front of Pidge's face; sometimes Pidge refuses to take a bite For Pidge Ship Week, Day 1: Trust Comments: Tagged as possible romantic Plance but can be read platonic. I like fics that treat platonic relationships with all the depth and complexities of romantic relationships. A lot. Nothing is really resolved at the end of this one, but you can see the threads of friendship starting to be woven between them, and that’s beautiful.

[izlaria]

Someone you like (part 1, updated)

After uploading the first part of my plance fic here, I ended up writing more on that same period of time. It’s not much, but I thought I would add it anyway.

This fic is based on the “Someone you like” animatic by honestlyprettychill. Their work is super bomb, so I ask you guys to go check it out and give the artist some love. With this update, I’m hoping to have wrapped up on the pre-Garrison time period, and I have already started writing Pidge’s pov of their time as students, so you’ll have that to look foward to, if you end up enjoying this fic. My other post has more disclaimers, so you can find it here. This story is also available on AO3.

The part I added comes after the -- that I used as a page break.

Thanks to everyone who has liked and reblogged this verse. Feel free to add comments in the tags or to straight up come talk to me. I love feedback.

Spanish to English translations at the end.

14 and 12 years old

The truth was that Lance went to Space Camp because Veronica could be a little pest. She knew their parents wouldn’t let her go alone and so had enticed her younger brother with the promise of travel and foreign girls and no parental supervision.

Veronica had obviously left out the fact that they were essentially going to school on steroids for a month, smack in the middle of their summer break. Cool as Miami might seem, Lance wasn’t exactly excited for all the extra work the camp would entail.

“No es un acampamiento,” his sister repeated for what felt like the thousandth time. He wasn’t listening anymore. “Tú sabes que el campo de explotación espacial no está muy desenvuelto en Cuba. Si realmente quieres trabajar con eso, entonces simplemente cállate y no insultes a nadie.”

“¿Cuando he insultado a alguien?” he shot back, defensive. Veronica didn’t dignify that with an answer.

As much as Lance might like to think himself very smooth, there were still times when he stumbled over his words, especially in English. More than once he’d meant to pay someone a compliment and had accidentally started an argument of some kind.

Veronica looked impatiently at her watch. “Mira, tengo una reunión con mi orientador. Y tú tienes por lo menos dos artículos para leer para las clases de mañana, ¿por qué no vas a la biblioteca para trabajar un poco? Prometo comprarte una hamburguesa después.”

Lance pouted at her, arms crossed over his chest. “Me debes más que una hamburguesa y lo sabes, Ronie.”

His sister snickered, but it was as much of an acknowledgement as he was going to get. Veronica pressed a quick kiss to his hair, already turning to go into the main building.

“¡Gracias, hermanito! ¡No te arrepentirás!”

In all honesty, Lance wasn’t as irritated as he made Veronica believe. He knew that a summer program in Miami was a really good opportunity, especially if he wanted to get into the Garrison in the following years. It was just difficult.

He was diligent and studious, but not as naturally gifted as some of the other kids. Besides, he hadn’t been to the US in a couple years, since his parents had mostly settled down in the family farm, which meant he still had to fall back into his English, a task made even more frustrating by the xenophobic comments from one of the boys in his AP geometry class.

The teacher had put an end to it right away, but the words stuck with Lance, for some reason.

With how much humanity had progressed in terms of technology, one would think they would be able to get past petty rivalry between nationalities and usually that was true, but the influx of foreigners following the establishment of the Galaxy Garrison in the US desert still annoyed some people, despite its existence as a multinational center for space exploration. It irritated Lance to no end, especially when so many of these scientific advances came from international collaboration.

If only he could shrug off the inadequacy that now grew in his chest.

Straight ahead, there was a path that led to a green area in the middle of the campus. The other students had taken to calling it the Woods, though it was more of a middle-sized park, with benches and picnic tables where anyone from the Institute could go to relax. That’s where Lance went, mind too full to really focus on homework.

He wondered if people would react that same way if he ever made it into the Garrison. He didn’t know how Veronica dealt with it all, especially when she was alone in Arizona most of the time. Barely a week had passed and Lance already missed his parents, the tenderness of home-cooked food and well-intended lectures.

No, he had to believe that Billy Underwood was an exception. The other kids hadn’t joined in on his taunts, even if no one had moved to defend Lance. It was still too early to make conclusions on his colleagues, especially when everyone had seemed so charmed by him before then.

Lance was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize he had been standing in front of one of the benches until a new voice broke through the peace of the park.

“Are you just gonna stand there?”

The words were somewhat harsh, but when Lance lowered his eyes to their source the girl winced, grimacing. She seemed to have spoken impulsively.

“Hmm, yeah.” Lance blinked at her for a moment, before finally sitting down on the bench. He made sure to leave space between him and the girl, not wanting to make the situation even more awkward.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” the girl said after a moment of silence. She looked at him sideways and her brown eyes seemed almost golden in the sunlight. There were freckles spread across the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks, and the green ribbon in her hair swayed in the wind. It was a soft sight, a contrast to the steeliness of her posture and gaze.

“It’s fine,” Lance hurried to assure her. She looked young, but so did he, and talking to complete strangers never failed to make him nervous. “Nothing like a little girl yelling at me to bring me back to earth.”

He gave her his best grin, the one reserved for first impressions and fancy parties. It was supposed to project confidence and kindness, even though Luis said he ended up looking a bit smug.

“I didn’t yell,” the girl pointed out with a light frown. Then her eyes shifted into a more calculating look. “You’re a bit of a goofball, aren’t you?”

“I prefer the term good-humored,” he replied jokingly.

She continued to stare. Lance got the feeling that the girl did this a lot. She had an untamed intelligence to her that Lance couldn’t completely understand. It was the sort of air that teachers sometimes carried, as if they could see something deeper in you if they looked long enough.

“It didn’t seem like you were feeling all that good-humored just now.” She tilted her head to the side, letting the words hang between them.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true,” Lance found himself saying.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” She looked so doubtful that it almost made Lance laugh. The feeling, however, was overcome by the relief of finally having someone who would listen.

He had spent the week trying and failing to explain to Veronica what was truly making him feel down. She was too busy or too happy for Lance to tell her the truth, especially when it left him so vulnerable. After all, Veronica had taken to her work on the Institute like a fish to water. Lance was supposed to be more adaptable than this.

With the rest of his family away in Cuba, he felt unbearably lonely.

“Yes! Thank you!” Lance shifted in the bench to face the girl. She was taken aback by his enthusiasm, but didn’t move away. “There’s this cabrón in my class, who thought it was a good idea to mess with me, just ‘cause I said fábrica instead of factory in our first day here. He hasn’t really left me alone since…” he whined. “I speak two languages but somehow I’m the uneducated ass here!”

The girl nodded, eyes downcast. “I know what you mean.”

“You do?” He eyed the fairness of her skin and the almost ginger of her hair. “Sorry, but you look white.”

Lance’s comment must have taken her by surprise, because she actually laughed.

“I am white. I’m also Italian.” She rolled her eyes, but there was amusement in the tug of her lips. “I can be both.”

“That’s true.” Lance grinned sheepishly. It was good that she wasn’t offended by his lack of filter. “You don’t have much of an accent, though.”

“Neither do you,” the girl bit back, no real animosity in her tone.

He shrugged. “My family spent a lot of time in the US when I was younger. It used to be second nature to me. Now, I keep feeling like I have to hold back the instinct to roll my R’s.”

“I get that. My parents moved here right after I was born, but we used to speak Italian in the house.” There was a pause here, something that she couldn’t bring herself to say. “I think it’s cool that you can speak Spanish. It’s useful.”

“Yeah?” Lance sat up straight, feeling suddenly boastful.

“Sure!” she continued, encouraged by his interest. “The Bouman Aeronautics Research Institute really values multiculturalism! It is a hob of different nationalities and perspectives, created to foster new minds from around the world! Or that’s what my brother says, at least, and he is rarely wrong.” She gave him a smirk that quickly shifted into a grimace. “Don’t tell him I said that or he will never let me forget it.”

“Older brother?” At her nod, Lance smiled. “I got older siblings too. Sort of the reason I’m here in the first place, actually. One of them was accepted as a researcher and she tricked me into applying too.”

“Same, actually.” She seemed startled for a moment, pulling out her cellphone. “Freak, I have to go! I completely lost track of time while reading.” She got up to go, collecting the book she’d apparently put down to talk to him. It was a thick volume with numbers on the cover, but it didn’t look like math.

Another green ribbon fluttered to the ground, having escaped the pages of the book. Lance bent down to pick it up.

“Here.” He stretched it out to the girl. “Wouldn’t want to lose its pair,” he said with a wink.

“Thanks for reminding me!” She grabbed the ribbon hurriedly, then paused, turning back to Lance. “And for the conversation, I guess.”

Lance grinned at her. She was a little awkward but in an endearing way, like she wasn’t used to having the attention of others on her. Given she empathized with his circumstances in the Institute, it wasn’t that big of a leap to assume that she had trouble making friends.

“Bye bye, Italian girl.” He waved, glad that he could spend these few minutes with her.

“Farewell, Spanish boy.”

Lance meant to correct her about his nationality, but she took out running, clearly late for something. He laughed at the way she stumbled across the uneven ground, careless like a little kid. It was a strange juxtaposition: the thoughtfulness of her earlier words and the childishness of her smile now.

He settled back into the bench, feeling much more content than he’d been earlier. It was nice to talk to people outside of class, for a change.

And, well, Italian girl was pretty. A bit young-looking for him, but he thought guys her age should be tripping over their feet for a chance to talk to her.

“Hey, you’re Lance, right?” A boy had approached while Lance observed the girl disappear from sight. He was tall and robust, with shortly cropped hair, but his expression was friendly. “You’re in my Analytics class.”

It took Lance a second to place him. Analytics was one of the classes Lance struggled with the most, so he hadn’t had as much opportunity to joke around there.

“And you’re Hunk!” Lance snapped his fingers, smiling. “Sit down, man! What can I do for ya?”

--

“No, I promise you, she’s a cutie!” Lance exclaimed, hands waving around in the air. Hunk chuckled at his exuberance.

“I believe you, Lance.” His friend’s tone was fond and amused, which brought a smile to Lance’s face. “You’ve told me about Italian girl a hundred times already. Why don’t you just approach her again? You said you saw her on campus.”

It was true, he had seen her: running across the woods with her arms full of books; sitting by the big windows in the cafeteria, papers spread across the nearby seats; standing under an oak tree with her face turned towards the wind, her long hair escaping from where she’d tied it back.

Lance pouted at Hunk. “She hasn’t spoken to me since…” he mumbled.

“Well,” Hunk scrunched up his brows in thought, “you did say she seemed younger than us. She’s probably just embarrassed about venting to a stranger out of nowhere.”

Lance threw himself onto his bed so that Hunk wouldn’t see his face contort in a grimace. He hadn’t meant to twist the story so badly, but he had already started talking about Italian girl before he realized he didn’t want to share his insecurities with the other boy. Hunk was almost excessively easy to talk to, but they’d known each other for too short a time.

“She didn’t seem like the shy type,” he retorted, arms spread over his head. “Too snipy.”

Hunk had gotten up from his place at the desk and moved to sit on the bed, shaking his head at Lance. He had kind eyes, something that Lance hadn’t really noticed on that first week in the Institute. Some things just got lost amid the noise, he reasoned.

“For someone who feels no shame hitting on random girls, you sure are hung up on this one.” Hunk poked him on the ribs and Lance recoiled, twisting away.

“It’s not like that!” Even as he said it, Lance could feel his neck grow warm. He wasn’t really attracted to the girl, but there was something pleasant about her that did leave him faltering. “Seriously, dude, she’s probably the same age as my little sister!”

Hunk hummed in acceptance. “If you say that’s not it, then I believe you. You just talk about her a lot for someone who you only met once.”

Lance sat up to look Hunk in the eyes. It was true that his mind kept drifting back towards that girl, but he didn’t think the emotion she awakened in him was romantic.

“I’ve just never clicked with anyone like that,” he confessed, bringing his knees up to his chest. “And maybe that’s also why I haven’t talked to her again. ��Cause what if it was a hoax?”

“So you don’t want to ruin the memory of it?” Hunk put a finger to his chin in a considering motion. “That’s fair.”

There was more to it, but Lance didn’t feel like explaining himself further. Several times he had gone by Italian girl in the library, even stopped to look at her, considering, but whenever she raised those amber eyes to meet his, Lance froze. He blushed and blustered and eventually left.

It was nice to see her smiling, though, even if it was at his expense. She was always alone when Lance saw her and it reminded him of how isolated he’d felt before befriending Hunk.

Italian girl was clearly smart, probably smarter than almost anyone in the institute, given how fast she went through those complicated-looking books. She also spent a lot of time in the library, because it was where Lance most ran into her. It was always her and her astronomy books and her ribbons.

Maybe he was projecting. Luis said he did this a lot.

“I just hope she found a friend here,” he said, more to himself than to Hunk, “someone who will also end up a little late just because they want to hear her out.”

Hunk studied his face, making Lance shift his position in discomfort.

“Who could have known?” the boy started teasingly. “You’re actually a good guy behind all that arrogance.”

Lance used his elbow to push Hunk off the bed, complaining more dramatically than was truly warranted. His friend laughed as he got up, only to throw himself back onto Lance to mess up his hair.

“What the hell, dude? Going for my hairdo?” He tried to free himself from Hunk’s arm around his neck. “Friendship over! We are no longer rooming when we get to the Garrison!”

Hunk didn’t let up and the two continued to laugh well into the afternoon.

Their time in the Institute would end in a little over a week, and Italian girl would drift to the back of Lance’s mind to become a lovely memory, just the afterimage of someone who could have meant more to him.

Translations:

“No es un acampamiento.Tú sabes que el campo de explotación espacial no está muy desenvuelto en Cuba. Si realmente quieres trabajar con eso, entonces simplemente cállate y no insultes a nadie.” - “It’s not a camp. You know that the field of space exploration is not very well developped in Cuba. If you really do want to work in this area, then simply shut up and don’t insult anyone.”

“¿Cuando he insultado a alguien?” - “When have I insulted anyone?”

“Mira, tengo una reunión con mi orientador. Y tú tienes por lo menos dos artículos para leer para las clases de mañana, ¿por qué no vas a la biblioteca para trabajar un poco? Prometo comprarte una hamburguesa después.” - “Look, I have a meeting with my coordinator. And you have at least two articles to read for tomorrow’s classes. Why don’t you go work for a bit in the library? I promise to buy you a burger later.”

“Me debes más que una hamburguesa y lo sabes, Ronie.” - “You owe me more than a burger and you know it, Ronie.”

“¡Gracias, hermanito! ¡No te arrepentirás!” - “Thank you, little brother! You won’t regret it!”

Cabrón - Bastard