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ayo new fic who dis

three dudes one telescope

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me making up shit about a character to make their life more traumatizing than it actually is and making myself cry for them:

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you know what sucks? having people bombard you on a daily basis with terms like "paedophile" and "child pornography" and "grooming" when what they're actually talking about is "a ship I don't like" and "stories that make me feel gross"

because the words paedophile and child pornography and grooming all have specific, very important meanings and these people are warping those definitions to the point of being meaningless

I still have a very severe, gut reaction when I see any of those words. they are harrowing to me and hurt me on a visceral level - and as much as they hurt me, I don't want to become numb to them. I want them to continue to impact me like that because the sexual exploitation of actual children in the real world should never happen and needs to be stopped

but the people who keep lobbing those grenades in my direction don't seem to give two shits about real children who are actually experiencing horrible abuses. they only ever speak up about RPF or fanfiction about child characters. Or even characters who aren't children! I've seen accusations of grooming and paedophilia when both members of the ship are adults with a height difference! Or a few years difference in their ages!

just say you don't like the ship and be done with it. stop crusading under the flag of a cause you don't even know the definition of

this is a rant, and I'll probably delete this later but I've had a fucking horrible week and I just need to get this off my chest. and the worst part is? I know that the people who say these things will feel justified or even victorious for making me feel like shit. that's why I rarely say anything at all

but I've blocked probably 700 people or more in the last 9 days and the fact that there are that many people who think like this is probably the most depressing thing of all

what radicalized me? being told I'm a paedophile because I use a fanfiction website.

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Taller Lance this, taller Keith that… Where’s the love for equal height Klance? Lance and Keith, neck and neck? Rivals finally catching up to each other and being able to see eye to eye? Finally seeing each other for who they are and not feeling compelled to compete anymore? And yet, still bickering playfully about who may or may not be a fraction of an inch taller, despite them being exactly the same height? That’s the shit right there

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they’re discussing the wedding :^)

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Keith: The eagles won last night.

Shiro: Oh, did you watch the game?

Keith, covered in blood and scratches: What game?

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🌞

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wait i wanna read thisssss

purring 

likes & reblog are appreciated :-)

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the ultimate betrayal

(because of that suggestion from the other day… lmao)

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I can excuse abused Lance fics but I draw the line at one-sided klance.

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Klance Headcanon: Lance but w/ naturally curly hair :)

Okay okay so hear me out. Keith and Lance go out on a mission looking for some weird ass plant that Pidge really wants to look into cuz it's said to contain some magical properties of some sorts. So the two go to this new planet and on said planet, Lance decides to start picking on Keith...because what else is he gonna do when he's stuck on a planet alone with Keith? He pokes him and teases his mullet as usual...

"Hey Keith, your mullet is looking extra mullety today."

Keith is starting to get real sick of his shit and all he wants to do is carry on with the mission but Lance is just...so frikin' distracting...in more than one way wink wink ;) but anyways, he really just wants him to shut the hell up. Keith starts smiling all smug when they start walking next to a lake and Lance is completely oblivious to it so he continues blabbering on about Keith's mullet.

Keith waits for the right moment and then just completely LUNGES Lance into the water. Lance is fucking panicking and screaming because the water is like negative degrees celsius and Keith is just standing there laughing his ass off.

"What the hell man??!" Lance says spitting out water from his mouth and climbing out.

His armour and under suit are completely drenched and Keith kind of feels bad but he doesn't regret it one bit.

"That's what you get for talking shit about my mullet."

Lance is brooding and complaining the entire time about how he's freezing and IT'S ALL KEITH'S FAULT. And now Keith wishes he hadn't done it because listening to Lance whine is way worse. Lance's hair starts the air dry a bit and soft, brown curls start to become more defined. Keith hadn't really taken it in until they finally decided to stop mid way to camp out.

"Woah..." Keith stared at Lance like he was from outer space...I mean...does that line even work in this context?

Lance had no clue why the fuck Keith was staring at him like he was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Can I help you?"

"It's just..."

"it's just what?"

"Your hair."

"What about my hair?"

"It's... CURLY?!" Keith started to kneel closer to Lance and was about to reach over and touch his hair until he realized that's probably stepping out of his bounds.

"Oh! Right yeah, I guess there's no point in hiding it now. My hair's naturally curly but I've kinda been straightening it this entire time." Lance looked away a little embarassed.

"What?!"

"I know I know...it looks really bad but I don't exactly have a straightener lying around in my paladin suit." Lance joked.

"What are you talking about?" Keith was worried that what he was about to say next would be taken the wrong way but fuck it. This beautiful paladin needs to hear a compliment for once in his life. "It actually...it looks really good on you." Keith stared at the ground, nervously biting his lips and waiting for Lance to laugh in his face.

Lance scoffed, "There's no way you just admitted that. You're lying. Is this you're way of trying to get me to stop picking on your mullet? Cuz it's not gonna work."

Keith gritted his teeth together. It's hard enough for him to open up about his feelings and now Lance is doubting them. "I'm serious! Why do you straighten it?"

Lance rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno...I guess I was always teased when I was little for my hair so I started straightening it. Helps me fit in, and now it's just a habit. Just like brushing my teeth every morning."

"Whoever teased you about your hair should be cursed with baldness." Keith smiled and finally looked at Lance in the eyes, taking in all the little things that make Lance so beautiful. His soft freckles (barely visible but there if you look close enough), his long eyelashes, and smooth lips.

Lance was laughing, but it wasn't to mock Keith or make him feel dumb. He just really wasn't expecting Keith to make a joke. After there was a long silence. It wasn't awkward, just calm and quiet. Then Lance finally spoke up. "Hey, I know you probably won't believe me after how much I tease you about it but, I actually think your mullet looks really cool. It suits you."

"Are you just saying this because I complimented your hair and you wanna pay back the favour?"

Lance laughed. "No, I swear. I've always thought you looked really badass with the long hair and everything. I guess I was just too stubborn to admit it."

Keith's cheeks started to heat up. Lance thought he looked cool. "Thanks." He smiled and started staring at the ground again. The dirt is just so interesting.

"So...wanna touch it?" Lance wiggled his brows.

"Um what?" Keith started gay panicking.

"C'monnnn, I know you wanna touch my hair. Feel how soft my luscious locks are." He put his hand over his head like a damsel in distress.

Keith wasn't gonna say no to an opportunity like this. He leaned over again and gently ran his fingers through Lance's hair, being careful not to ruin the curls.

"It's so soft!"

"Mhmmm." Lance smirked.

Keith kept running his fingers through his hair, it felt like clouds.

Lance started to feel really sleepy. Having someone touch your hair like this really makes you feel a certain way. He started yawning and stretching out his arms. "I'm just gonna—yawn—lay down over here for a minute." Lance placed his head in Keith's lap and knocked out. "Lance! What the—" Keith stared at the boy, a soft blush creeping up into his cheeks. He sighed and looked away. "Sweet dreams."

The end. :)

So like I dunno how this ended up becoming a whole fanfic. It was supposed to be a short little text post but then this happened. Oops! But anyways, this was really fun!

Side note, I just realized it actually makes sense if Lance got bullied for his hair in the past because of how he projects his insecurities onto Keith. But anyways, hope you enjoyed reading this!

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g u y s i feel pOWERFUL..

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And He Slept

I just posted this as a reblog but then I put it into google docs and decided that three pages was enough to warrant it’s own post lol

Read it on ao3! 

CW: implied self harm, suicidal thoughts, shance

It had been... a long day, to say the least. Barely able to drag himself out of bed, Lance floated through the day and tried to avoid any genuine contact as he wandered through the halls. He really was doing his best to function as a normal human being. He participated in training, helped Coran with ship maintenance, and even managed to ensure that the other team members were well taken care of. Pidge was off their computer by 10 pm, Keith was out of the training room before that, and Hunk, Shiro, and Allura have been pulled from their various states of paranoia to enjoy a warm meal, all at Lance’s careful prodding. 

And that’s how they found themselves, here, in the main room, reminiscing about their time on Earth. He paid attention passively, adding a well-placed hum where it was expected. He was tired, depressed, and very far away from the present. He just couldn’t find the energy to pull himself back. So, he tried to melt into the background. It wasn’t hard to become ambient noise. He was used to that, becoming one with the backdrop. So he continued to drop auditory cues to drag more enjoyment out of the people around him. 

But god, was he tired. So fucking tired. Every movement was an extra fifty pounds added to his chest. His mouth was full of concrete. The words couldn’t force their way out even if they tried, so why try? There was nothing stopping him from cowering in the labyrinth that grew inside his mind. His personal fortress. 

So, tortured and half-aware, he barely noticed when Hunk started digging through an old backpack, searching for one thing or another. He barely registered the exasperated sigh that the man let out as he set the bag back where it once rested beside the couch. He slightly heard the frustration in his voice as he finally spoke again, “Jeez, I could have sworn I stashed that book in there but I guess I lost it.”

Lance certainly didn’t notice the way his lips formed a soft smile, a weak grimace, as he thought, Just like my will to live. 

He noticed too late that he managed to voice those thoughts through the tough coating of his throat.

He did notice the sudden stillness of the room. The silence that had taken up residence in the once light and easy atmosphere. The discomfort that had stolen all of the air in the room seemed to radiate through the room with an oppressive, overbearing force. Only then did Lance really see. Only then did he see the concern on the faces of his friends around him. The deeper worry on Shiro’s face as he saw through the carefully cultured façade that Lance had worked to diligently to perfect. 

He was choking. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die if they kept looking at him, scrutinizing his movements. So, he swallowed the cement and cleared the dust out with a soft chuckle. 

“What’s going on guys?” The words rang hollow through his chest. This wasn’t his voice. He didn’t know this person. Who was this empty shell that had taken up ownership of his larynx? How could he evict them?

A gentle hand came to rest over his where it had begun to scratch where countless scars used to lie, long erased by his time spent in the healing pods. He looked up at Pidge who has now sat up from where they were curled against him, their small hand stilling his. 

“Are you alright, Lance?” They asked, voice soft and wavering. His eyebrows drew together. If he played this right everyone would forget. Everything would go back to normal. So, he smiled, a forced, bright, withered kind of thing. He plastered it on his face and wielded it like a shield.

“Of course I am Pidgey.” A chuckle. “It was just some dumb joke my sister and I used to make back at home.” A beat. The silence persisted. They all kept staring at him. He had to leave. He had to get out of here. 

Just as he began to puff his chest and begin to make some hasty excuse for a quick getaway, the tension in the room dissipated. It popped like a bubble and burst into ease. Keith snorted and rolled his eyes. Hunk nodded along while Pidge lightly punched him in the shoulder before curling back up into a ball at his side. Allura and Coran became absorbed back into whatever conversation had been put on pause with the discomfort of the room. Everyone seemed satisfied with Lance’s quick retort. Except Shiro, who kept watching him. Except Shiro, who kept waiting for another slip of his mask. Except Shiro, who couldn’t just let Lance exist within his fortress.

The night ended a while after his slip up. He made his way to his room, taking an easy stroll in an attempt to ensure he didn’t look like he was running from anything. He made it, sat on his bed, stared up at the ceiling and just breathed. His eyes fell closed when he heard a soft knock at his door. A sigh fell from his lips as he forced himself to answer, “Come in, Shiro.”

The man, not unlike a child caught doing something naughty, let himself in to the cramped room. There was no reason to pretend now. Shiro knew. So, he continued to sit, eyes closed, head tilted back as the other man made himself comfortable on his knees before him. Hard, calloused, hands softly caressed his calves and he felt those grey eyes rest on his face. 

A long silence passed between them before Shiro finally spoke up, “You wanna talk about it?”

A long sigh drew its way through Lance’s chest.

“No, not particularly.” Shiro’s hands tightened against the muscles in his legs and finally, Lance opened his eyes and let them connect with the man in front of him. 

“I think we should.” The response came. He shook his head. 

“No, no. It’s nothing. I’m just tired.” Shiro let out a soft hum at this. 

“Alright,” He stood up and toed out of his shoes. “Let’s sleep.” Lance sputtered.

“I’m sorry, what?” He felt his cheeks reddening. 

Shiro crowded into the bed and took up residence on the side touching the wall before grabbing Lance by the waist and dragging him down to lay beside him.

“You’re hurting, Lance.” The quiet that followed was deafening. “You’re hurting and you think you’re alone, but you’re not.” He whispered into the darkness. “It’s okay if I can’t help you with that hurt right now, but I won’t let you think you’re alone in this. I can’t.”

And the war that had been raging on inside Lance’s head had begun to pull their punches slightly as Shiro’s breath evened out. The tides of water that kept him under began to recede as he listened to the strong beating of Shiro’s heart beneath his ear.

And he slept. 

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..... my hand slipped? 

cw: referenced self harm, shance

It had been... a long day, to say the least. Barely able to drag himself out of bed, Lance floated through the day and tried to avoid any genuine contact as he wandered through the halls. He really was doing his best to function as a normal human being. He participated in training, helped Coran with ship maintenance, and even managed to ensure that the other team members were well taken care of. Pidge was off their computer by 10 pm, Keith was out of the training room before that, and Hunk, Shiro, and Allura have been pulled from their various states of paranoia to enjoy a warm meal, all at Lance’s careful prodding. 

And that’s how they found themselves, here, in the main room, reminiscing about their time on Earth. He paid attention passively, adding a well placed hum where it was expected. He was tired, depressed, and very far away from the present. He just couldn’t find the energy to pull himself back. So, he tried to melt into the background. It wasn’t hard to become ambient noise. He was used to that, becoming one with the backdrop. So he continued to drop auditory cues to drag more enjoyment out of the people around him. 

But god, was he tired. So fucking tired. Every movement was an extra fifty pounds added to his chest. His mouth was full of concrete. The words couldn’t force their way out even if they tried, so why try? There was nothing stopping him from cowering in the labyrinth that grew inside his mind. His personal fortress. 

So, tortured and half aware, he barely noticed when Hunk started digging through an old backpack, searching for one thing or another. He barely registered the exasperated sigh that the man let out as he set the bag back where it once rested beside the couch. He slightly heard the frustration in his voice as he finally spoke again, “Jeez, I could have sworn I stashed that book in there but I guess I lost it.”

Lance certainly didn’t notice the way his lips formed a soft smile, a weak grimace, as he thought, Just like my will to live. 

He noticed too late that he managed to voice those thoughts through the tough coating of his throat.

He did notice the sudden stillness of the room. The silence that had taken up residence in the once light and easy atmosphere. The discomfort that had stolen all of the air in the room seemed to radiate through the room with an oppressive, overbearing force. Only then did Lance really see. Only then did he see the concern on the faces of his friends around him. The deeper worry on Shiro’s face as he saw through the carefully cultured façade that Lance had worked to diligently to perfect. 

He was choking. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die if they kept looking at him, scrutinizing his movements. So, he swallowed the cement and cleared the dust out with a soft chuckle. 

“What’s going on guys?” The words rang hollow through his chest. This wasn’t his voice. He didn’t know this person. Who was this empty shell that had taken up ownership of his larynx? How could he evict them?

A gentle hand came to rest over his where it had begun to scratch where countless scars used to lie, long erased by his time spent in the healing pods. He looked up at Pidge who has now sat up from where they were curled against him, their small hand stilling his. 

“Are you alright, Lance?” They asked, voice soft and wavering. His eyebrows drew together. If he played this right everyone would forget. Everything would go back to normal. So, he smiled, a forced, bright, withered kind of thing. He plastered it on his face and wielded it like a shield.

“Of course I am Pidgey.” A chuckle. “It was just some dumb joke my sister and I used to make back at home.” A beat. The silence persisted. They all kept staring at him. He had to leave. He had to get out of here. 

Just as he began to puff his chest and begin to make some hasty excuse for a quick get away, the tension in the room dissipated. It popped like a bubble and burst into ease. Keith snorted, and rolled his eyes. Hunk nodded along while Pidge lightly punched him in the shoulder before curling back up into a ball at his side. Allura and Coran became absorbed back into whatever conversation had been put on pause with the discomfort of the room. Everyone seemed satisfied with Lance’s quick retort. Except Shiro, who kept watching him. Except Shiro, who kept waiting for another slip of his mask. Except Shiro, who couldn’t just let Lance exist within his fortress.

The night ended a while after his slip up. He made his way to his room, taking an easy stroll in an attempt to ensure he didn’t look like he was running from anything. He made it, sat on his bed, stared up at the ceiling and just breathed. His eyes fell closed when he heard a soft knock at his door. A sigh fell from his lips as he forced himself to answer, “Come in, Shiro.”

The man, not unlike a child caught doing something naughty, let himself in to the cramped room. There was no reason to pretend now. Shiro knew. So, he continued to sit, eyes closed, head tilted back as the other man made himself comfortable on his knees before him. Hard, calloused, hands softly caressed his calves and he felt those grey eyes rest on his face. 

A long silence passed between them before Shiro finally spoke up, “You wanna talk about it?”

A long sigh drew its way through Lance’s chest.

“No, not particularly.” Shiro’s hands tightened against the muscles in his legs and finally, Lance opened his eyes and let them connect with the man in front of him. 

“I think we should.” The response came. He shook his head. 

“No, no. It’s nothing. I’m just tired.” Shiro let out a soft hum at this. 

“Alright,” He stood up and toed out of his shoes. “Let’s sleep.” Lance sputtered.

“I’m sorry, what?” He felt his cheeks reddening. 

Shiro crowded into the bed and took up residence on the side touching the wall before grabbing Lance by the waist and dragging him down to lay beside him.

“You’re hurting, Lance.” The quiet that followed was deafening. “You’re hurting and you think you’re alone, but you’re not.” He whispered into the darkness. “It’s okay if I can’t help you with that hurt right now, but I won’t let you think you’re alone in this. I can’t.”

And the war that had been raging on inside Lance’s head had begun to pull their punches slightly as Shiro’s breath evened out. The tides of water that kept him under began to recede as he listened to the strong beating of Shiro’s heart beneath his ear.

And he slept. 

Just another incorrect quote I thought of at 2 a.m. in the morning-

Hunk telling a story to the team, but forgets something hes gonna say: Dang, it slipped away from my mind

Lance: Heh- Just like my will to live

*Cue the rest of the team to look at him worried*

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“If you tell me one more pun, I’m shoving you off of this bed.” 👀

“What do you call a fake noodle?”

“If you tell me one more pun, I’m shoving you off of this bed.” 

“An impasta--”

Lance’s words cut off with a yelp as Keith makes good on his promise, hands grabbing at Lance’s bare back and pushing hard. Lance falls to the ground in peels of laughter, and Keith joins him, loud and warm and unashamed. It’s about eleven in the morning, and they need to get moving; they’d gotten a bit...um, distracted this morning (”Lance, it’s already ten, we have stuff to do today.” “Hmm, c’mon, baby, won’t take that long...” “Laaance, seriously, I--oh...god, fine.”), and after that they’d curled up together for a moment, and for some reason Lance had thought it was the perfect time to pull out his phone and barrage Keith with puns of all things. 

Looking at him now, though, knocked on the ground and bathed in golden light, doubled over from laughing, still a little flushed from before... Keith can’t really imagine a better use of his time. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, with a voice overflowing with fondness in a way that would have embarrassed him a few months ago, but doesn’t anymore. Lance sticks out his tongue in response and climbs back onto the bed, tackling Keith in a hug that is entirely too warm and sticky but still somehow, like, perfect. 

“You love me, Kogane,” Lance says, nosing his way into Keith’s neck. Keith makes a show of sighing in exasperation, but he wraps his arms around Lance in turn and presses a kiss into his freckled shoulder. 

“Yeah, maybe I do. 

Lance gives him a sunny, cheeky smile, and Keith just has to kiss him again. They can start their day a little later, anyway. 

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If someone wants to write Shiro and Keith watching Lance ride a mechanical bull with perfect finesse and getting extremely turned on by it, I would be incredibly grateful… >.>