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autisticlancemcclain · 10 months

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part one

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Keith can feel it bubbling up inside him.

He’d like to think he’s grown to have a handle on it, the rage. It’s no longer his first reaction to things, no longer his response to everything. He’s not the little kid who trusted no one and hated himself for things that weren’t his fault anymore. He’s grown. He’s learnt to recognise how rarely he truly feels anger; how often it is pain, or sadness, or fear that he doesn’t know how to handle.

He knows this feeling is terror. He knows he is looking out into the endless, endless sea and quavering, in his mind, rendered mute at the future he may have, or lack thereof. What he is feeling is fear, at the roots of things.

But anger is all that’s bubbling up, anyway.

“Are you fucking serious!” he shouts, rattling the boat with the force of his rage. “You got us lost?!”

Luckily, or maybe unluckily considering their situation, Lance has never been the cowering type. He’s just as stubborn and headstrong as Keith, evident in the way he carefully sets down the useless GPS, jaw set, and turns to face Keith.

“I was not the only fool to inebriate myself in a largely unmanned vessel,” he shoots back. He’s doing that thing he does, when he’s furious, when he’s convinced he’d backed into a corner and on his own, where he speaks like a fucking decorated college professor so no one can accuse him of being stupid. ‘Lawyering up’, Keith has always called it. And usually it makes him sad on Lance’s behalf, knowing exactly the string of experience that has led him to that response, but right now it only pisses him off.

“Oh, cut the fucking bullshit, Lance. You were supposed to put down a fucking anchor!”

“I did!”

“Fucking obviously not!”

Lance’s fists clench, and a muscle jumps in his cheek from the tenseness of his jaw. His next words are growled, practically spat in Keith’s direction.

“I put a fucking anchor down, Kogane. It was the first thing I accomplished. It was a current anchor, and I’m certain I set it properly.”

Keith yells, wordless, just a loud shout so he doesn’t explode with everything inside him, gripping his hands in his hair so tightly it hurts. “Well, obviously fucking not, Lance, because I’m at fucking sea right now! Surrounded at all sides by fucking water!”

“How is it my fault that the anchor failed?” Lance shouts, finally cracking his careful composure. It satisfies Keith in a horrible kind of way, to see him just as frantic and furious as Keith is, no bullshit. “Huh? Want me to fucking take it up with the fuckers at the hardware store?”

“I’d love that, except you can’t, because you fucking got us lost!”

Something snaps in Lance’s expression, and he lunges forward, but before Keith can react, he brushes past him and dives overboard, crashing into the gentle waves. It takes Keith several seconds to fully register what the fuck just happened, and by the time he drops to his knees and leans over the side of the boat, Lance is several feet away and rapidly swimming farther.

“Lance!” he shouts, panic replacing the anger in his voice. The only thing worse than being stranded is being stranded by himself. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Lance pauses, treading water as he glances over his shoulder in Keith’s direction. “Avoiding doing something I regret, ” he says shortly. “I either shoved you or jumped myself. One of those is a significantly less shitty decision.”

Keith stares at him for a moment, then pinches the bridge of his nose, taking several seconds to exhale as long and loud and exasperated as he can. He’s almost annoyed to find a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“Lance,” he says, pursing his lips, “get the fuck back here, you pillar of dumbass.”

For several minutes Lance doesn’t, likely just to out-stubborn him, but eventually gives in and paddles over. He pauses at the edge of the boat, reaching up one hand to steady himself and letting the rest of him just float.

“I’m not going to yell anymore,” Keith says after several moments. He means it, too; he knew yelling and fighting wouldn’t solve anything but chose his fury over his fondness for Lance, and he wishes he hadn’t.

Lance shakes his head before he can finish. “Nah, I think a little yelling was necessary. I did get us lost. Well, kind of. Fifty-fifty, I think.”

“Fifty-fifty?!” Keith responds indignantly. “I think the fuck not, Oh Captain My Caption! Eighty-twenty at best!”

“That’s absurd. Fifty one-forty nine.”

“That’s not a real offer, jackass. You just brought yourself back up to ninety-ten.”

Lance flicks a drop of water at him, grinning. “Sixty-forty?”

Keith sighs. “I’ll take it.” He holds out a hand. “Come up, dorkbrain.”

Lance grabs his hand, smile widening. Keith realises his mistake a milisecond too late.

“Oh, you motherfucker —”

Lance yanks him into the sea, cackling as he sputters sea water on his way back up. His cackles turn quickly to shouts of alarms, though, when he reads the murder in Keith’s expression, and quickly he books it, swimming as fast as he can to the opposite side of the boat. Keith chases him with full intent to drag him under and drown his bitch ass, but unfortunately Lance grew up with a fuckin’ mermaid tail, or whatever, and Keith has to call it when he genuinely starts to worry he might drown from exhaustion.

He grabs the rope on the side of the boat, heaving himself up until his elbows hook over the edge, legs dangling in the water. Lance mirrors him, still on the opposite end. Keith is gratified at least to find him panting, out of breath as well. The look at each other, and reach a wordless agreement, climbing back onto the boat and flopping on the floor. The take a minute, chests heaving, to catch their breaths, sobering as they look up at the cloudless sky and truly realize the predicament they’ve gotten themselves into.

“Well, it could be worse,” Lance says quietly. He continues before Keith can ask him how the fuck that could be. “I mean, I planned for this to happen. Not, like, I planned for it to actually happen to us, but I packed a bunch of emergency supplies on the off-chance that we would somehow get stranded.”

Keith raises his eyebrows. “Yeah? For how long?”

“Well, long as shit, I would suppose. I packed enough for six people to last a month.”

“So the two of us are set for God knows how long.”

They lapse into silence, both pondering the seriousness of their strandedness, the reality of the helpless situation they’re in. They have food and water, sure, and a few other survival things, but what about shelter? Something that’s not a hard boat to sleep on, or old pillows? What about when it gets cold at night, or it rains, or they run into something bigger than their boat? They’re totally lost, communications dashed, GPS unavailable, and honestly still a little hungover. They are, objectively, in for a fuckin’ rough one.

A hand reaches over and wraps around Keith’s, startling him from his thoughts. He looks over at Lance, but Lance looks pointedly away, gaze fixed firmly at the sky, something unreadable written on his face.

“You know, not that it fixes anything,” he starts quietly. He hesitates a moment, long enough that Keith opens his mouth to ask him to finish his sentence, before continuing. “But I’m grateful, at least, that it’s you I’m stuck with.”

His words hang in the air, a heavy blanket settling over them. Keith’s face heats. The tiniest of smiles pulls at his lips, and he squeezes Lance’s hand as he looks away.

“Yeah,” he whispers, “yeah, I lucked out there.”

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duellance · 9 months

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I stumbled across talks on twitter of vld characters but in the style of Arcane sooo ✨💫

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#I couldn’t find who mentioned it again I’m sorry 😭#vld #my art #voltron #allura #princess allura #voltron legendary defender #digital fanart #fanart #vld fanart #vld allura #procreate #digital painting #painting #artists on tumblr

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kiirous · 4 months

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I started watching Voltron. I'm on season three now, and so far, I have these moods.

1: making fun of the voltron robots. Because it's power rangers all over again.

2: Keith is so pretty.

3: About Klance: just Kiss already.

4: Everything go boom!!!!! *cackles madly*

5: Keith is pretty

6: Coran is hilarious

7: Keith is pretty

8: Can you please stop making stupid decisions?

9: Shiro needs to be protected. Keith, too.

There are a lot of thoughts, but these stand out the most.

#voltron #keith kogane #lance voltron #klance #vld coran #keith is pretty #have i mentioned that keith is pretty?#because he is pretty #half my time watching this is admiring keith's beauty #also in the german voice acting keith sounds like brandon from winx club #pretty keith kogane #was his name even kogane?#did i get the wrong dude?#nope #google found the right keith using this name #venting #rant post #and nope #i don't know any of the other last names or if the have one

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damnlance · 5 months

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hello pls enjoy this random klance blurb idea that’s been rotting in my brain..

so keith is a truck driver and is usually on the road at aaaalllll hours of the day/night. he’s always tired and exhausted and sometimes doesn’t even get to go home because of where he’s delivering to, resulting in him resting in crappy hotels (paid for by his job), and only getting a few hours of sleep if he can. he’s a very careful truck driver even if he’s surrounded by other reckless, idiot drivers, and takes his job very seriously. although he misses home, he enjoys life on the road and has traveled to some cool places all over the country. and sometimes, he gets to take his giant wolf-dog kosmo with him for company. he brings back cool souvenirs for his friends/family when he does return to his small but cozy home in the desert and doesn’t have too many complaints.

until one morning, as he’s driving on a busy highway, he runs into ‘before work traffic.’ he’s stuck in front of some fancy blue car and the owner is driving like he’s under the influence or something. the owner keeps swerving to the left, sometimes getting honked at, and keith has to drive so slow, most of the time not at all, because the guy stops moving and it’s pretty hard to break when keith isn’t prepared for it AND can barely see the tail of this blue car in his big, tall truck. so keith stays on high alert, praying for anyone to get in between him and this possibly intoxicated weirdo who’s going to cause an accident! things begin looking up when the traffic starts moving smoothly and the a-hole in the blue car starts driving like he means it. and keith can finally begin his cruise to his destination that’s 2 hours away so he can get back home. all cars around him are driving like they should be and keith feels a little of his nerves start to dissipate.

but of course that quickly goes out the window because the fancy blue sports car suddenly slams on their brakes and keith is nowhere near prepared for it. he rear ends the blue car, not too hard but definitely not gentle, which causes him to slam on his own brakes to prevent anymore damage. he hits his forehead on the steering wheel in the process and nearly blacks out.

everything horribly wrong runs through keith’s veins and he proceeds to get over onto the shoulder lane of the highway, following the banged up sports car. keith takes a deep breath and when it’s safe to do so, opens his truck door and climbs out of it. he walks around to the front of his truck, too afraid to look at the damage to the sports car. his truck barely has a scratch.. but it does have the sports car’s goddamn license plate stuck to it..

before keith has the chance to form any kind of apology, a figure is slowly getting out of the sports car. keith’s eyes hesitantly float to the figure. and he’s tall, dark, and handsome. he’s got silky bronze skin and sapphire blue eyes that leave keith hypnotized. great. he feels even more guilty now. wiping his sweaty palms on his dark jeans, keith goes to approach the good looking guy but is immediately stopped by him.

“holy crow!” the guy shouts. keith winces, assuming the obvious. fancy car dented like a can of sardines, license plate damn near glued to keith’s truck like a hood ornament. goodbye job, hello lawsuit. but when keith opens his eyes, he realizes that this godlike guy is staring.. at him. he straightens his posture, and when he goes to speak, the guy speaks over him. “are you alright, man!?”

“m-me?” keith asks like an idiot because of course he’s talking to him. who the fuck else is around!? butterflies ravage around keith’s insides because this sexy piece of art is walking towards him and boldly gripping him by the shoulders, keith has no time to think because this guy’s elegant, angelic scent enraptured keith like a long overdue hug, leaving him infatuated.

“oh dude, you’re bleeding!” the gorgeous guy with the piercing sapphire eyes exclaims. keith can’t be bothered by it though, he’s too busy being shot by cupid’s arrow. this guy has the most perfect skin keith has ever seen, it shines so radiantly in the sun that keith swears he can see his own reflection. getting a good look at him, keith notices how faultless his face is. this guy has the most symmetrical face ever. his nose is long and pretty, and freckles dance along the bridge going from one springy cheek to the other. with a piercing through his septum, decorated with diamonds, keith nearly melts into a puddle. peach fuzz sits just underneath that freckled nose, resting on his plump, pink upper lip and if keith inhales, he can smell the faintest bit of cinnamon, most likely a balm of some sort. his lashes are long and satiny and the way he bats his eyes, keith swears he can feel a tiny breeze coming from them. his hair is a light brown, resting just above his chiseled jawline, extra curly and bouncy from the way the subtle breeze is blowing through it. and those eyes. keith could die in those eyes. he wishes he could wake up to those eyes. there isn’t the slightest bit of imperfections on his godlike face anywhere. no wrinkles or crows feet or old scars. no moles or beauty marks. just.. heaven.

“dude!” a pinch to the arm has keith snapping out of it, dragging him back to the harsh reality that he just rear ended this angel’s expensive ass sports car.

“h-huh?” he says because he doesn’t know how long he was under this guy’s spell and because what are words?

“i said you’re bleeding!” the guy reaches up to keith’s forehead, slightly moving keith’s long, shoulder length hair out of his face, and touching his hairline with two fingers. he pulls them down to keith’s view and low and behold. red. that just about snaps keith back to their current situation and he jumps back, away from the angel.

“jesus!” he yells, holding himself. “i-i’m sorry!”

“for bleeding?” the blue-eyed guy speaks, his voice raspy and deep. “yeah, dude, it’s cool.” he smirks in a devious, yet playful way. keith’s heart sinks to his stomach.

“uh,” keith swallows hard, “f-for hitting on you! i-i mean-!” he babbles, he stutters, he hiccups, “y-your car!! for hitting your car!”

the guy says nothing as keith yaps on and on about insurance and paying for the damages and even apologizing for getting his blood on the guy’s fingers. he can’t stop himself from the word vomit but somehow, mystery man doesn’t seem to care. he just smirks even more until it blends into a smile that keith can’t bother to look at.

his heart falls to his ass now.

“dude?” the guy says, shushing keith. it works. of course it does, keith would shut the fuck up a million times if this guy said to.

“hm..” keith swallows hard.

“i don’t care about the car.”

keith’s mouth falls open. “you don’t!?”

the guys smiles again, so unearthly that keith’s heart is now between his feet.

“no. i only care about the gash in your head.” he chuckles. fuck. “it’s pretty deep. i can go with you to the hospital..”

keith is at a loss for words! this gentleman sent from god just had his fancy, million dollar sports car crushed by keith’s 7,000 pound truck filled with useless mattresses (his delivery this week), and all he cares about is.. keith’s bleeding forehead!?

ain’t no fucking way.

“no!” keith yells and the guys kinda flinches. “i mean! y-your car!! i-! your car is-! i didn’t mean to..”

god, here he goes babbling again. like seriously? it gets the guy smiling AGAIN and keith can’t handle it. who the fuck put this man on the planet???

“sir?” he says. fucking sir. he reaches for keith’s tensed shoulders and keith melts. literally. “relax.” their eyes lock and keith swears he will never look at anything else again because there is nothing on earth that is more captivating.

“o.. kay..” keith nods, looking up at his angel. he’s about 2 inches taller than keith, but that’s alright with him. a light blush fills his nose and soon his cheeks when he realizes how close they are again.

“you seem really distraught by the whole thing. allow me to introduce myself. my name is lance.”

keith nods again, unable to speak because his angel has a name and it’s just as beautiful as him.

“and yours?” lance asks.

“k.. k-keith..” keith forces out.

lance smiles AGAIN for fucks sake, keith is going to be reduced to ashes if he keeps doing that.

“it’s nice to meet you, keith.” lance moves his hands from the top of keith’s shoulders down to his forearms, giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze. keith would like to step out onto the ongoing traffic that’s still going on beside them because all of this is literally happening on the side of the fucking road!

“mhm.” keith squeaks. like actually. lance removes his hands and keith gets so cold. he moves over to keith’s truck to assess the (nonexistent) damages and almost laughs.

“you know, you really did me a favor,” he says, placing his slender hands on his taught waist. keith squeaks again.

“oh.. how so?” keith walks over slowly, looking from the sports car to his truck that barely has a dent in it.

“i’ve been wanting to get rid of this car since i got it three years ago.” lance says. “my fancy rich parents got it for me for my twenty-third birthday and i’ve always hated it.” he looks over and finds keith’s eyes.

keith goes beet red.

“i got into a fight with said parents about it a few days ago and kinda prayed that something bad would happen to it.” lance continues, crossing his arms over his chest. “guess that makes you like my angel or something?”

what. the fucking. hell.

keith goes all the way red, so red that the blood from his gash blends into his face almost perfectly. lance just smiles wide and cheekily like he knows what he’s doing and keith knows he does.

“kidding.” lance says with a laugh and a smirk. he walks away to his car and proceeds to open the drivers side door, grabbing a backpack and a rather large duffle bag from the small backseat. he grabs a few more things from the cupholder, the armrest, and reaches over to the passenger side for the glove compartment, shoving all those items into his duffle bag. he grabs the keys out of the ignition and closes the door, pressing the lock button twice. pulling his phone from his back pocket, he takes a picture of the damages to his car and nods his head. “alright, sent.”

“what??” keith’s eyes grow wide. “you just-!”

“i just sent a pic to my annoying parents. yeah, man.” lance is smiling and keith is falling hard. he reaches over to the front of keith’s truck and peels off his license plate, smiling at it. “this will make a great mantelpiece above my parent’s fireplace. what do you think?” he smiles at keith and raises one of his perfectly arched eyebrows.

keith can’t help but smile back. this man is devious. “i.. think it’s badass.”

lance’s eyes do this thing where they light up like a christmas tree and keith can’t fucking feel his jelly legs!

“that’s my boy.” lance fucking purrs and okay yeah keith is 100% sure he moans.

a lot happens in those next few minutes because words are exchanged and the next thing keith knows, his drop dead gorgeous angel is in the passenger seat of his giant truck and they’re driving to the nearest hospital for keith to get stitches. after a good look in the mirror and the adrenaline leaving his veins, keith realized that his gash was actually that. a deep one. it was bleeding down his face and crusting and he concluded that he needed to get it checked out. at least he could play the hurt card and get out of work for a day, maybe two. after he finished his delivery, he’s not that hurt.

as for lance? well.. let’s just say that he was pretty happy holding keith’s hand while he got stitches. and talking up the cute nurse at the front desk to lower the bill for keith’s stitches. and paying said bill for keith’s stitches. and finishing the delivery with keith. and even driving all the way home to some fancy gated community full of giant mansion-like houses with big swimming pools and porcelain fountains.

it’s about 2pm when they finish their little adventure as keith parks his truck just outside of the gated neighborhood. he reaches up to touch the gauze on his forehead and receives a slap to the hand.

“no!” lance yells, “don’t touch! you gotta let it heal properly.”

“right,” keith nods nervously, fidgeting with the dark leather gloves on his hands. lance seems to notice them and points.

“aren’t you hot in those?” he asks. “it’s like eighty degrees out.”

“nah,” keith shrugs, staring at his hands, “i pretty much lived in the desert, so im used to the heat.”

for some reason that makes lance smile. not too much but enough to make keith realize that he would do anything to make him smile over and over.

“yeah, being used to the heat must be nice and all,” lance shrugs, “considering how hot you are.”

an actual jolt of electricity runs up keith’s spine so hard that he has to subtly arch his back away from the leather seat because he’s pretty sure it’s getting hot in his truck and he doesn’t mean the temperature.

lance seems to notice because his smile doesn’t falter. it hasn’t faltered all day. not after the accident. not at the hospital. not at keith’s delivery site or the long drive back to lance’s home. he’s been smiling all day considering his precious car being totaled and his wealthy parents most likely being furious with him.

“i apologize for being so forward but,” lance sighs like he’s been dying to get this off his chest, “can i.. get your number?”

keith chokes on air. “m-my… number??”

lance nods. “yeah. like, your phone number.”

“.. why?” keith fucking blurts out like a goddamn idiot!!! his face seems to match the screaming voice in his head because lance continues to smile, chuckles even. he’s so beautiful.

“so i can text you for your insurance information, duh?” lance smirks. when keith takes his sarcasm seriously, lance rolls his eyes. “oh my god, so i can call you sometime!.. m-maybe..”

“me!?” keith can’t believe this. “you want to call me?”

lance nods, turning his body towards keith so he can face him. “yeah. is that.. cool?”

“yes!” keith nods rapidly, “i mean.. sure.”

“cool.” lance bites his lower lip as he reaches for his phone in his lap. they exchange phone numbers and lance goes as far as to take a picture of keith for his picture in his phone. when keith tries to hide stating that his long hair is messy and the bandage on his head looks dumb, lance reassures him that he looks cute and how he wanted to remember keith just like he is now. ‘sexy, yet adorable’ he said. keith literally can’t keep being tortured like this.

it was keith’s turn to take a picture of lance. his hair was a perfect kind of messy and his lips glossy with cinnamon lip balm, a scent that filled the air in keith’s truck. he smiled big, so big that his eyes kind of closed and turned into crescents. he was just so insanely gorgeous that keith didn’t know what to do with himself!!! he saved his name as guardian angel lance with a blue heart emoji to match those hypnotic eyes. his favorite eyes.

as their time came to an excruciatingly sad end, they said their goodbyes. lance opened keith’s hand and placed something inside before reaching over and planting a scorching hot kiss to keith’s cheek, thanking him for the eventful day. keith was a stone cold statue as lance happily made his way out of the truck and into his gated neighborhood, putting in some kind of PIN code before the rather large gates opened up to let him in. he turned to wave goodbye to keith before he disappeared down a hill.

when keith came to, he looked down in his hand to see the cinnamon lip balm sitting in the palm of his hand, waves of exhilaration and adoration swimming along the insides of his stomach. his heart did a small little pang and he had to clutch his chest at the unfamiliar feeling.

is this.. love?

to be continued..?

part 2

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klanced · 10 months

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we have joked about MCR keith. we have cried about mitski keith. but i firmly believe the True Keith Music Characterization(TM) is that keith actually has no discernable music identity at all. keith lists his top 5 favorite artists and they're all so completely different in genre and vibe and decade and sometimes even language that you're just like ???????? was this kid synthesized in a swedish lab or something

in my HEART i know that keith has the most eclectic taste in music known to mankind. i think keith grew up in the middle of bumfuck nowhere where his only sources of music were 1) his dad's extensive collection of cassette tapes from the 1970s and 80s (note: keith's dad did NOT carefully curate his collection of cassette tapes, he actually just bought a random box of tapes at a yard sale and then tailored his personality around them accordingly) and 2) their ancient clunky boombox that permanently resided on the wobbly picnic bench behind their house. said boombox specifically picked up only 11 radio stations: 5 different Christian radio stations, 3 stations devoted entirely to Christian country music, 2 stations that played nothing but static, and occasionally, when the stars aligned, whatever music the radio station at the local community college three counties away would play.

#turning on the radio in maine is a living nightmare #voltron #keith #texas kogane #even though i don't even hc keith's last name as kogane. that is still my tag for his dad.#shitpost #katiecanons #keith: hey pass the aux cord #keith: (plays a band that is so obscure the only reference to its existence is a byline mention in a local music magazine from 1968)

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anonymouszephyrus · 9 days

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I shared this with my friends today- I wanted to make a post about it.

As much as, yes, Lance most likely loves animals so much. If in a world where he and Keith get married and live happily ever after (canon, in my head), he isn't the one constantly taking in animals.

It would be Keith.

THINK ABOUT IT, OKAY? THINK LONG AND FUCKING HARD hah- Keith took in Kosmo, a wild space wolf thing he knew practically nothing about (Yes, Krolia was there but still). He tamed him and stayed with him through the 2 years they were stuck on that space whale thing.

If Klance gets married and moves in together, Keith is the type to tell himself: "No, we don't need another animal in the house, I promise I won't take another in" and then immediately falls in love with the stray that they found and fed a portion of their food to and goes "Can we keep it?"

And I know for a fucking fact that Lance cannot help but just allow his husband to keep as many fucking pets until they eventually ran out of room and they got renovations to their damn backyard just for the animals.

Yes. Keith animal-lover headcanon. Fight me on this.

#AnonZeph HCs!#voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance #married klance #i mentioned this on the good morning voltron nation server and no one answered yet #I think it's a good idea #i will bite anyone and everyone's ankles if they disagree /threat

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just-antithings · 4 months

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Not really an anti thing, just something I've sorta been pondering and would like some more perspectives on.

Why is it that 2012-2014 is regarded as a sort of "golden age" of fandom? (Or at the very least, of Tumblr fandom?)

My perspective is pretty limited because I only started my first Tumblr account towards the end of 2014.

I know though that Superwholock was the big thing, Harry Potter was still popular (because JKR wasn't known for being a raging terf yet), Homestuck fandom was very active, Oncelermania, One Direction, Avengers, Gravity Falls, Rise of the Big Frozen Brave Tangled Dragons etc etc whatever else they added in, Steven Universe. I think it might have also been helped by the fact that smart phones were starting to become the standard phone and may have given people more access to social media than before.

But I know one thing that caused things to change is because after this time we saw a rise is "cringe culture", cringe compilations on Youtube were trendy.

I've seen a lot of people point to Voltron for causing a toxic shift in fandom attitudes. But (not to center my own experience or anything, I'm posting to hear more perspectives is all) in my opinion the release of The Force Awakens seems like it changed everything. As a day 1 Reylo shipper people were fucking VICIOUS. And it was so widespread too, even people who've never seen Star Wars participated in Reylo hate, because it was just trendy to hate us for some reason. I really do think this was a big part in contributing to the rise of the hypercritical discourse-y state of fandom we see today.

And it really feels like a rapid, night-and-day shift.

Now everyone is terrified of being perceived as "cringe" so it feels like there's this attitude of a sort of detached irony that wasn't there before. People just get so uncomfortable when they see other people fully embracing something, you kind of have to pretend you don't care all that much.

Or terrified of being perceived as problematic, so everyone was dancing in circles and jumping through hoops to condemn everything in sight to prove that THEY'RE definitely not problematic!

Another factor is that it feels like people STAYED in fandoms much longer then. Nowadays things blow up really fast and then disappear overnight. Everyone moves on to the next thing, and it's sometimes even seen as a little weird to still care about something that came out like, a year ago.

I don't know this got long and rambly.

Just curious to hear from more people who were active at the time.

#mod erin #ask #just anti things #posted without comment #voltron mention #reylo mention

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ikarakie · 8 months

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keith, who had to deal with shiro’s anxious pining for the cute ginger he’s rooming with at the garrison.

keith, who fielded The Phone Call from shiro after matt finally asked him out.

keith, who once caught matt with his tongue halfway down shiro’s throat (an experience he can never forget due to how badly it scarred him).

and keith, now in space, being incredibly fucking confused why shiro is referring to matthew holt as his friend

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quitepossiblybamboozled · 1 year

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*heaves the biggest heaviest fucking sigh*

every day....I am met with the urge to rewatch vld.....and every day I am beating it back with a rusty shovel.......and every fucking day.........I get a little closer to losing

#maple gabs #jay jabbers #voltron mention

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takashi-tuesday · 26 days

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takashi-tuesday #1

“And you need to make sure you give him bottled water, not tap. He can tell the difference.” Shiro’s lip twitched. ‘Probably because your apartment’s tap water tastes like dirt.’ His brain helpfully supplied, but he kept that to himself. “And another thing, he-” Shiro grabbed Keith’s shoulders. “Keith, I got it, I can look after a dog-” “Space wolf.” The young man cut in. “Space wolf, for a couple of hours.” He turned him around and patted his shoulders. “I know what to do if he teleports, I know what to feed him, and what kind of water to give him, now, go have fun before Lance starts thinking he got stood up.” He playfully pushed him, Keith grunted. “I’m going, I’m going.” He said but paused. “And-” “Keith, please.” Shiro crossed his arms. “It’s important.” He sighed. “Okay, what is it?” His brother turned to face him, his face suddenly serious, Shiro felt his jaw clench. “Kosmo needs a bath, real bad.” Shiro’s shoulders fell and he snorted. “Bath? Okay, that's all?” Keith frowned. “You don’t get it, Shiro. I’ve been meaning to do this for weeks now, and I was going to tonight but Lance-” The older of the two exhaled loudly. “Keith. I will look after Kosmo, he will be okay. Look Keith, I get it, It’s our first month back, things are still..” “Strange.” Keith offered. “Yeah, strange. But don’t let it stop you from having a little fun. You deserve a night out with your fiance.” His brother flushed. “We’re not engaged.” Shiro rolled his eyes and pulled him towards the door, “You will be soon if I have anything to say about it.” He opened the door and nudged him out, Keith stumbled before whipping around, scowling. “Now, hurry up before Lance texts you something like; ‘It’s rude to keep your date waiting.’” Keith made a face of disbelief, clearly trying to choose between smiling and scowling. “You-” Before he could get anything else out. “I’ll call you if anything goes wrong!” And promptly slammed the door.

Shiro locked the door and took a few steps back from his front door. “Jeez, I thought he’d never leave.” He murmured, a small smile creeping onto his face. He could look after a teleporting dog for a couple of hours, no sweat. He rounded the corner and entered the living room and was met face to face with the man- dog of the hour. He was sitting obediently like Keith left him, his eyes looked way too intelligent for Shiro’s comfort. He cleared his throat, he didn’t realize how unsettling the wolf’s stare was until it was just them staring back at each other. ‘Creepy.’ He thought but cleared his head, that’s not something he should think. The man suddenly felt foolish. “Okay, right, let’s get you some food.” His ears perked up but he stayed stationary. Shiro blinked before thinking back to what Keith told him. “Right, trigger words. Uh, Drvak?” The pronunciation was butchered but the wolf stood, padding into the kitchen, Shiro decided not to dwell on how he knew where that was.

“What are you feeling? Chicken or, wow this stuff is fancy.” He whistled lowly, the dog perked up and made a noise at him. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t- my bad, no random whistling, got it.” He stumbled out like he was talking to a person. He patted the wolf on his head, he lowered his ears but didn’t shift away, that’s probably a good sign. “Right, food.” He turned to the counter. . After the wolf had eaten his dinner, he settled on the couch. Shiro figured he should give him a minute to digest before trying to drag him to the bath, but he’s had his rest and they just needed to get this over. He stood up suddenly, which seemed to startle the wolf who looked at him questioningly. “Kosmo.” He turned to the canine, the wolf somehow looked unnerved. He cleared his throat, he didn’t want to scare him, so he relaxed and made a beckoning motion. “Come here, Kosmo.” The wolf made a face. “Don’t look so suspicious!” He groaned, the wolf begrudgingly got off the couch, “Alright.. I know you don’t like them but,” They were standing outside the bathroom, he took a careful step towards him. “You need a bath- Oh, no you don’t!” He lunged at the wolf before he teleported them. He was hanging onto him around the neck, he felt grass on his ankles so he assumed they were outside. He looked up and saw his house, so they were just in the yard. “Kosmo.” He said warningly. They were back in the house, the kitchen this time. “Okay, okay.” He said it like he was speaking to a person. “Just a quick wash, come on, Keith doesn’t have time to do it himself.” Kosmo perked up at Keith’s name. Bingo. “Yeah, Keith thinks you should have a bath..” Kosmo’s ears lowered and he made an awfully expressive face. “What about, uh, Key words.” He thought before holding up his index finger. “Bath, treat, Keith.” The wolf’s ear twitched but he still seemed to be considering. Silence stretched between the two, Shiro wasn’t sure what he was expecting. “..Treat now, then bath, then another treat, and then Keith will be back.” The wolf gave a ‘boof’ of agreement. His tail now wagging as Shiro defeatedly went to grab the treats. “This is going to be a headache, isn’t it?” He murmured Although it was nice to see the look of relief on Keith’s face when he was returned to a perfectly groomed alien wolf. It wasn’t going to be nice to explain to his boyfriend why his drain is full of ‘dog’ hair that’s electric blue.

- Please excuse any errors, I have no beta and I'm just winging it, you may see another post, but until next time, happy Takashi Tuesday! :D

#voltron #vld shiro #mentioned klance #keith kogane #takashi shirogane #curtis and lance are mentioned #vld kosmo #kosmo and shiro #takashi tuesday

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