biotechnlcal:

ggalradin:

           ❝Y’all think you’re so funny with your ‘ugh, you’re from Texas!! gross!!!’ jokes well guess what– 

             SO IS BEYONCE.❞

          ❝Hey everybody, today my sister pushed me
              so I’m starting a kickstarter to put her down.

                                         The benefits of killing her would be: 
                                                                – I would get pushed way less.❞

|| NAGGING ||

“Did it ever occur to you there’s a reason we don’t bring the fight to him yet? You may be Paladins, but you’re also HARDLY trained and learning by the seat of your pants. Pretty poor examples to try and make Zarkon shake in his boots at.”

Arms fold in irritation. Keith was saying things he didn’t even have the background to comprehend fully. It was easy to see Zarkon was doing wrong to the universe, but to understand it was a different matter entirely.

Keith hadn’t had his whole species wiped out, after all.

               ❝I’m sorry. Is that what you want me to say? Are we done here?❞ the look on coran’s face wasn’t one of ‘yes keith, we’re done – you can step away from this confrontation and decompress now’, much to keith’s chagrin. he was definitely serving up more of a ‘I’m going to keep ragging on you about something that’s already over until I feel satisfied’ vibe that adults tended to have. 

                                                             keith HATED that vibe.

❝I almost just lost Shiro, alright? I KNOW how dangerous this all is. I’m not stupid.❞ I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, he wanted to scream; he wanted to say it over and over again until it felt true. 

|| IN TROUBLE ||

“Now, I understand that you get caught up in the heat of the moment. More often than not.” The Altean took a deep breath before turning his gaze to Keith, a piercing stare if there ever was one. “But there are some things in the universe that can’t be brought down by brute force alone. Zarkon included.”

               ❝Look, I get where you’re coming from. M a y b e I shouldn’t have gone in alone, but do you know how it makes me feel that we turn tail and run like a bunch of cowards every time Zarkon comes and finds us? 

                                       We’re PALADINS of VOLTRON – I’m sick of having him r i g h t in front of us and never bringing him to task. It’s time he pays for the things he’s done.❞  

|| SLIPPERY CUSTOMER ||

“Keith, I need to talk to you.”

          ❝Yeah? What can I do for you?❞

|| I’M STILL ME ||

♢ ┈┈ Starter Call @ggalradin

❝I’m sorry,❞ Lance says, the blood rushing through his ears almost drowning out his own voice. ❝I don’t think I heard you right. At all. Like, I couldn’t possibly have, except the look on your face is leading me to believe I did hear right, which makes sense because I have impeccable hearing, but –❞ Lance swallows around his semi-hysterical words, eyes dropping to the outstretched blade, particularly to the bright, almost-glowing symbol on it. 

❝That,❞ he says, intelligently, ❝is a knife.❞ He looks up from it to Keith’s face, unable to make out what kind of emotion has crossed upon it. ❝A big knife, with a Galran symbol on it, which you said you unlocked the potential of.❞ He looks down at it again. ❝Keith,❞ he says, hysterically, ❝what are you trying to tell me, exactly?❞

     ❝Lance – please don’t freak out.❞ 

               desperation colors his voice. his throat feels too thick to continue immediately, almost as if he’s allergic to the thick gulp of air he had swallowed for courage. telling the others had gone SPECTACULARLY wrong; allura doesn’t look at him the way she used to, pidge gathers up her things to work elsewhere when he enters the room, hunk won’t stop asking to touch him and asserting that he’s a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON now. 

                                          as if that isn’t exactly what keith is afraid of.

               ❝I really can’t deal with anybody else freaking out over this, okay? Just – do me a favor and. I don’t know. Pretend it’s okay? Pretend I’m not a freak or the enemy or – …at least until I leave the room? Please.❞ 

               lance is asking for an answer too direct; he’s asking for something that keith just isn’t capable of right now. how can keith bring himself to say the words if no one he cares about can bring themselves to listen? 

|| HOP OFF POP !! ||

                     ❛❛ I spent a lot of time on Earth in the 1990s. 
                                 I don’t know what you were expecting.  ❜❜

               ❝FIRST of all…there were over five BILLION people on the planet in the 90s…so yeah, no, the thought of you having naughty pics of my dad in particular never occurred to me actually !! ❞

               ❝Second of all, I wish I was dead !! Actually, I wish YOU were dead !! I would rather be flung out of a Weblum’s butthole a THOUSAND MORE TIMES than ever hear you say ‘spank bank’ in reference to my dad e v e r again.❞

|| FELLOW GAY, PERHAPS? ||

Perhaps a testimony to how much better they got on nowadays, or perhaps because Lance was truly too lazy in this moment, he barely even reacted to Keith’s words. Lazily peeking an eye open, his lips tilted into a grin.

❝I swoon when the moment calls for it, Keith,❞ he said. ❝It’s called romance.❞ For some reason, he feels the urge to add, ❝and that one lovely gentleman from Ulgfad IV.❞ Lance’s gaze traced the ceiling, the warmth against his legs attributed to the boy sitting with him. It was so unlike the two of them and yet Lance much preferred it to their arguments. He hoped that the two of them would continue this level of comfort.

❝Very,❞ he hummed, the normally vibrating edges of his body laying still, for once. His limbs felt heavy and he wasn’t sure he’d felt this comfortable in ages. He propped himself up, turning so that his side rested against the head of the couch, his legs still across Keith, in a half sitting movement. This way, he told himself, it would be easier to speak to Keith, and, of course, to watch any of the small smiles that crossed his face. Absently, his own expression settled into a gentle, almost lazy smile. 

               ❝Somehow, I think I ought to ask a more reliable source for anything about romance❞ he snorted, shaking his head. lance striking out was a common enough occurrence for everyone on the ship to know better than to trust his incredibly limited knowledge on the subject.

                                                                     ( Wait…g e n t l e m a n? )

                ❝When was that? I don’t, uh, remember that.❞ did it sound convincingly casual? because keith truly couldn’t care less. that’s just how you make conversation! you ask the person questions about their boring lives that you don’t really care for the answers to. it’s the POLITE and PROPER thing to do.  

   ❝I didn’t know that you uh–…I thought girls were your. Main thing.❞

                were there less awkward ways he could have put that? sure !! did keith do anything with finesse? no, no he did not. having kept his own preference close to the chest out of fear of retaliation at the garrison, keith hadn’t ever considered saying anything about it to the other paladins – or, really, anyone. his stomach churned, part nerves and part hopefulness, at the thought of there being someone else. 

                                                        someone like him.

                              even if it WAS lance, of all people.

|| COME ON, PISSYPANTS ||

         _{he  is  pissy  ;  but  at  least  it’s  tolerable . she’s highkey pissy too though.}

          he’s pissy but he loves her – is that not enough ?? 

kittcnrose:

   _{sips  coffee ,  unimpressed .}

        and people think he’s pissy.

|| GOOGLE SEARCH HISTORY: WHAT COUNTS AS ‘SHAMELESS CANOODLING?’ ||

❝What do I think?❞ Lance grinned slowly, slyly. ❝I think you’re a weird insomniac with bad choice in hair and personality.❞ Strangely enough, he felt the need to dampen his words, bumping his foot against Keith’s stomach and tossing him a small smile. He wasn’t sure why he felt compelled not to start an argument but he was pinning it on his tired feelings.

Wiggling his toes and tucking his arms beneath his head, Lance had the brief, delusional thought of wondering if Keith would pat his hair should his head be in the other’s lap. Woah, what the fuck? He thought. Since when did he want Keith to be the one comforting him? Not that he needed comfort, but he never said no to cuddling his friends. 

❝Careful,❞ Lance laughed, ❝I might just swoon if you keep saying such sweet things.❞ His eyes slipped shut, but he wasn’t about to fall asleep.

❝You swoon that easily?❞SNRK. ❝No w o n d e r you fall tail-end over elbow for every alien girl you meet.❞ 

               teasing words were punctuated by a gentle return nudge of elbow against knees. the jest in it was unmistakable; snide little smirk lighting his features competitively. it was always tit for tat with Lance–a gentle tug of war, lacking any real bite, each boy grappling for a taste of superiority over the other.

                          ❝Comfy?❞

               as SARDONIC as it sounded, it was more of an observation than a jab. lance’s features rarely relaxed; even relative motionlessness from him was something of a rarity. in a moment of HONESTY, keith found that he was comfortable as well, settling into the couch easily. restlessness had plagued him in the days it had been since they saw any real action. perhaps he ought to have been enjoying the chance to rest. 

                           who knew when they would see another chance like it.