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Lance finally gets his knees under him, despite Pidge’s loud complaints (“You’re squishing me, you lug, quit squirming!”), and hoots triumphantly. He curls his long fingers around the latch of the sunroof of Hunk’s family minivan, yanking it open and sticking his head and arms out.

“Oh my God, Lance, we’re going 120 fucking kilometres per hour! Sit properly!”

Hunk’s fretting does nothing to deter Lance’s gleeful laughter as he hollers to the wind, Allura’s cackling only endorsing him. Pidge pretends to keep complaining, but reaches over and tightens the seatbelt over his hips. Keith laughs, too, shaking his head at Lance’s shenanigans.

“I got him, Hunk,” he promises, wrapping a strong arm around Lance’s waist. Lance grins down at him, kissing his fingers and then pressing them to Keith’s forehead in thanks. Keith feels the area burn.

“If we hit something he’s gonna go flying out the damn windshield!” Hunk says, eyes frantically flicking over to Lance through the rearview mirror.

“There’s not another soul out here, Hunky! Just don’t swerve!” Lance shouts.

“It’s the fucking 401,” Hunk grumbles, “some idiot is gonna show up eventually.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Allura waves off. “We’re far out of Toronto and it’s eight o’clock. No one else is out at this hour.”

Hunk opens his mouth to worry further, but Lance’s loud whoop cuts him off. Keith watches as Hunk’s entire demeanour softens, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He shakes his head.

“Damn kid,” he says, as if Lance isn’t three months older than him. Allura grins too, reaching over to turn up the volume on the radio.

“Oh, I love this song!” Pidge shouts.

You got me stuck on the thought of you

I’m feeling like this might be my time to shine with you

Allura turns it up even more, the airy guitar blasting through the speakers as she and Pidge scream the lyrics at the top of their lungs and Hunk taps out the rhythm on the steering wheel. Keith glances up at Lance, and the sight of him takes Keith’s breath away: eyes closed and head tilted back, arms spread wide. The sun is low in the sky, shining its last golden rays in Keith’s eyes and making the copper-brown of Lance’s hair gleam.

Keith feels something hot and heavy burn in his chest, looking at Lance outshine the sun, a small smile bearing just a hint of his crooked front tooth. The sounds of his friends’ laughter and the rushing of the wind as they whip down the highway, the heat of the late summer air, and Lance and Lance and Lance. He’s suddenly flooded with images of Lance’s laughter, the creases he gets next to his eyes. He imagines those lines getting deeper as Lance continues to laugh brightly and unabashedly through their lives; he imagines holding a sun-browned hand in front of the warmth of a fire in deep winter; he imagines the sound of Lance’s pacing as they fret over a mortgage; he imagines Lance’s even breathes on white sheets as the slow morning rays wake him up. He imagines the rest of his life, the rest of their life, and he sees it so clearly that he feels it reverberate in his bones, feels it in the ache of his teeth.

Oh my God, I’m going to marry you, he thinks, and the words spark along his skin in every place it touches Lance’s.

———

He decides to go to Allura. It was really a pretty easy process of elimination. Shiro was an immediate no. (Keith loves his brother and looks up to him, but he also

watched Shiro impulse-propose to Adam in a Costco on Sunday, so.) Hunk was no good, either, because for all the man’s kindness he cannot keep a secret to save his life. Pidge would tease him until the end of time, and as much as she likes to pretend she is a fortress, if Lance applies even the slightest amount of pressure then she will crack like an egg. (And Lance will, too. He has an eye for secrets, it’s like he fuckin’ smells them. Keith remembers the time he accidentally deleted all the data in his Pokémon game. He’d been sure he’d be able to get it to Pidge in time for her to play it all back without Lance ever knowing, but the very second Lance had gotten home, he’d looked at Keith, squinted, and asked him what he was hiding. If Keith’s being honest it was a little hot.)

So that really left Allura. She was a pretty good choice, too — she grew up with Lance, and they’ve been shopping together since middle school, as far as he knows. Allura will know exactly what Lance will like. So he texts her, tells her that he has something important he needs her help with and to please meet him at the Eaton centre.

Keith waits for her outside the food court, because he knows she hates the Eaton centre and will only tolerate being here for an extended period of time if he buys her an iced capp.

“You better have a good reason for dragging me here, Gyeong,” she says, just as expected.

“I do,” he responds, presenting her with the iced capp. It has extra whipped cream. She grins.

“The odds are already turning in your favour. Hit me.”

“I need your help to find a ring. I’m going to ask Lance to marry me.”

She chokes. In hindsight, he maybe should have waited until the straw was out of her mouth.

“Are you? Seriously?” she rasps, once her trachea is working again.

He nods. Even if he wanted to, there’s nothing he can do to hide his smile. He’s excited. He keeps imagining holding Lance’s hand, rings clinking together, maybe introducing him to a friend. Yes, this is my beautiful fiancé, Lance, he’d say. And then eventually: Have you met my gorgeous husband, Lance? The idea lights him up.

“— to Keith. Eaaarrrrtthhhh to Keeeiiiitthh. Come in, space cadet.”

Keith blinks, seeing Allura’s hand waving rapidly in front of his face.

“Sorry. What?”

Allura rolls her eyes, shoulder checking him fondly. (Although, with her hockey-player muscles he goes flying. Just a little.)

“Someone’s already hearing wedding bells,” she teases.

Keith sighs. “Can’t help it.”

“Well, pack it up, Romeo, ‘cause you’re in the wrong place. We gotta take the train to Scarborough, you’re not gonna find what you’re looking for here.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re a very lucky man, Gyeong,” she says, dragging him by the wrist. Keith has to jog and keep up or else he might actually lose his arm. Allura sometimes forgets that she can easily bench press three Keiths.

“Duh. ‘Course I am. I mean —“ Keith sighs again, even dreamier this time — “just think about him. He’s literally more beautiful than the moon. He’s — he’s everything good in the world. I love him so much.”

Allura snorts. “That’s not what I meant, although that’s very sweet. I meant you’re lucky because Lance has been planning his wedding since he was literally four years old. He has a wedding binder. We gotta go to Tía Marcela’s.”

———

The train ride to Scarborough is uneventful, if a little lengthy. Keith loses seventeen consecutive arm wrestling matches to Allura and thinks about how much Lance loves the train, and gets excited to ride it every time even though he’s been doing it since he was born. Allura scoffs when he tells her this.

“As if I’m not well aware, moon-eyes,” she tells him.

Marcela bestows them both with a flurry of affection and scolding when she opens the door. Allura bears the brunt of it.

“I am wasting away in this house alone,” she laments, ignoring Marco and Veronica’s indignant hey!s. “Would it kill my favourite niece to visit me every so often?”

“I come see you every week, Tía,” Allura says, amused. Marcela waves her hand.

“Once a week, bah. And you, Keith. I can’t see my future son-in-law on occasion either?”

Keith grins, big and toothy. Marcela can keep a secret.

“That’s actually why I’m here, Marcela,” he says. Marcela narrows her eyes at him, confused for a moment, but then it dawns in her and she gasps.

“You’re going to — oh! Dios mío, está sucediendo! Finalmente!”

She hugs him again, squeezing the breath out of him. He can’t say that he minds.

“‘Finally’ is right,” Allura says, sniggering. “How long have you two been dating? Six years? Seven?”

“Since grade ten. Seven,” Keith confirms.

Marcela fans her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, my youngest son. About to grow up and leave the nest.”

Allura laughs, patting her on the shoulder. “He’s 22, Tía. And he moved out last year!”

“Leaving the nest,” Marcela repeats, louder.

Keith grins. He’s known the Sanchez’s since Shiro moved him to the neighbourhood in grade eight, but there’s something special about the idea of being part of the family officially. He’s excited.

Eventually Marcela calms herself. She beckons them to follow her into the living room. She traces gentle fingers over the spines of dozens of photo albums, cases for family movies, beloved picture books. She stops when she reaches the most beat up binder on the shelf; three inches wide, blue almost completely covered with worn stickers from every franchise in the world. She pulls it out with a soft ‘oof’, setting it down on the coffee table. Slid through the plastic sleeve of the cover is a small, weathered-yellow paper, childish handwriting reading Lancito’s Wedding. The ‘e’ is backwards. A rush of emotions fill Keith’s throat, and it takes a few swallows for the lump to go away.

He picks up the binder with gentle hands, fingers carefully tracing the curves of the red letters, written so carefully. Marcela and Allura sandwich him in, curling up excitedly on either side of him, although they give him the time he needs to take it in. He opens the binder, finally, flipping through the organised sections and taking in every word.

Marcela smiles. “Dress or tux, I don’t care, but I want a train,” she reads aloud. ‘Train’ is underlined six times. “Of course he does.”

Allura stops him at the section marked ‘flowers’, pointing out a note written in purple pen. Handwriting is a little more refined, but it’s the first hint of purple they’ve seen so far — Keith remembers that. Lance wrote exclusively in purple pen for the entirety of eleventh grade, even taking docked points in math where he was supposed to be using a pencil. Keith has no idea why Lance did it, and Lance doesn’t seem to know, either. Just something he did. Keith inhales sharply as he reads it — Poppies are non-negotiable, they’re Keith’s favourite. Red/orange colour scheme then?? Keith looks nice in red.

“Every time he talked about his wedding, he talked about his wedding with you,” Allura says softly, reading his mind. “It wasn’t just his wedding he was planning. It was yours, together. He spoke about it constantly, to everyone.”

Keith hastily wipes a tear before it drips onto the binder. Marcela chuckles.

“Look,” she says, pointing to a page in the ‘invites’ section. It’s the most chaotic by far, lots of things scratched out and re-written. He sees Marco’s name in particular crossed out and written again at least four times and snorts, imagining teenage Lance angrily crossing out his brother’s name every time they fought.

What she was pointing out, though, and what makes Keith’s breath hitch, is his half of the invitation section. It’s as messy as Lance’s, but the care is so obviously present in each name…

Shiro and Adam in Keith’s party, of course. Make sure there’s space for Keith’s fencing friends. Oh, and maybe Krolia? And his uncles obvi. And I guess I’ll share custody of Allura. DON’T FORGET TO ASK HIM ABOUT OTHERS!!!!

“Share custody,” Keith repeats, tone teasing even as his voice shakes and his eyes wet.

Allura knocks their heads together. “I’m gonna be one of you two’s maid of honour, I’ll tell you that. Or else I’m damn well not going.”

“Liar,” Marcela teases.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I love them, I guess.”

Keith laughs wetly, finally turning the page into the ‘rings’ section. He came here for a reason, after all. This section is fairly sparse, compared to the others. Only three pages. The first has a picture of two simple silver bands.

These are the wedding bands, the note reads. Simpler, so Keith can wear them without them making him itchy and I can wear mine in the lab.

The next page has a blown-up image of a sketch, black ink with watercolour.

Ring if I propose to Keith, the title reads.

It’s another silver band, very smooth. But unlike the wedding band, this one is inlaid with several small, blue stones, so blue they’re almost black. Keith traces the lightest touches over the stones, heartbeat sprinting in his chest.

“Does he have this one already?” he asks quietly.

“No,” Allura says, just as quiet. “He designed it, but he said he’s only proposing to you if you don’t get the hint in a couple years. He had a feeling you wanted to do it.”

“Yeah,” Keith breathes, running his fingers over the carefully-done painting one more time before flipping the page. The next page has another blown-up watercolour, just like the first. It also has the same smooth silver band. There’s a teardrop-shaped pink stone in the middle, sandwiched by two small white stones. The title on this page makes Keith laugh out loud.

TO KEITH, WHEN ALLURA INEVITABLY SHOWS YOU THIS, it reads, THE BIGGER STONE IS PINK SAPPHIRE AND THE SMALLER CLEAR ONES ARE CLEAR QUARTZ. PLEASE AND THANK YOU. ALSO, I LOVE YOU.

“Dork,” he says. Allura and Marcela grin and mutter their agreement.

They flip through the rest of the binder, Keith memorising every page he sees. It’s like watching a whole new side of Lance come to life, one he loves just as much, but it also feels largely familiar, like an amalgamation of every piece of Lance that Keith already knows. He can’t get enough.

“You’re gonna see this binder again, doofus,” Allura says when she sees his hesitance to put it away. “In fact, I’ve heard wedding planning is horrible. I’m sure you’ll hate it in a few months.”

Keith thinks to how pieces of Lance are carefully tucked between each page. He knows he’ll love that binder and the man it represents until he dies, even if it’s the only thing he ever reads again.

“That is the gayest thing that has ever been said,” Allura informs him, and Keith realises he’s spoken aloud.

“My baby is getting married,” Marcela wails.

———

After Keith special orders the ring online, he spends the next few weeks wondering how he’s gonna pop the question. He spends long enough pondering that the ring arrives in the mail before he even has an inkling of a plan, which distresses him greatly. He loses nearly $50 buying Allura overly expensive Starbucks teas to bribe her into listening to him freak out.

“You are a loser,” Allura informs him one day as he’s resting his forehead defeatedly on the sticky table.

“I am out of ideas,” he says again.

“You could ask him in a pit of lava and he would cry tears of joy.”

“Allura, he deserves everything I could give him. I’d take him to the moon and ask him there if I could. To the kingdom of Atlantis. To the inside of his favourite flower. If it were possible, I’d ask him on the inside of a raincloud.”

“…Jesus H. Christ.”

Eventually, though, it’s Lance who gives him the plan.

“Aw, babe, come look at this garbage!”

Keith dries his hands on the hand towel, not hesitating to drop what he’s doing. The indignance in Lance’s tone doesn’t sound urgent, or anything, it’s really quite playful, but still. The leaky sink can wait.

“Show me,” Keith says, settling in comfortably behind Lance. Lance doesn’t hesitate to sink into him, melting into Keith as he wraps his arms around his waist and hooks his head over his shoulder. Lance angles his phone, showing Keith a video on Instagram. It’s a couple, two people Keith doesn’t recognize. The guy holds his girlfriend’s hand, tugging her into the centre of a square in what looks to be New York City. Maybe? Keith’s not sure.

Once they’re both situated, occasional gaps in the video as people walk by, the guy gets on one knee. The sound of people walking and going about their lives is so loud that it’s impossible to hear what he says. She must say yes, though, because they both look happy when they embrace.

Lance is shaking his head before the video even finishes. “Literally like a 4/10 proposal,” he says. “Ugh.”

Keith hums. He agrees, but this… this is a perfect opportunity. He has to be subtle.

“How come, sweetheart?”

“Well, for starters, it’s in Times fucking Square. There’s like a sixty percent chance he’s kneeling in piss.”

Keith snorts. “Fair.”

“Secondly, it’s so public! You can’t even hear them, and you can’t tell if family’s there. And what if some asshole ruins it? That whole thing is just a risky mess. I’d rather something small, y’know? Like it doesn’t have to be completely private, or anything, but I’d like my family and friends to be there and not random strangers. Maybe a garden, or a beach, or something.”

Keith’s heart pounds. He tries to subtly lean back a little, lest Lance feel it and gets suspicious.

Bingo.

“You asking me to get on one knee?” he teases, playing off the anxiety. Lance squawks.

“No! I’m not! Well, I’m not asking, but I’m also not saying that I wouldn’t mind. I mean. I guess what I’m trying to say that if it was on your radar of things you were possibly considering doing maybe then I wouldn’t mind.”

Keith laughs brightly, pressing a lingering kiss to Lance’s cheek. It’s warm, flustered.

“I’m only teasing,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to Lance’s neck. “We’ll get there when we get there, okay?”

Lance hums. He tilts his head, allowing Keith more access.

Keith takes the hint.

He forgets about planning, for a while.

———

The stress melts away after that. He knows what Lance wants, he knows that Lance is going to say yes (although he never really doubted), and also he’s no longer buying Allura a ridiculous amount of ‘please put up with me’ drinks. She complains about it.

“Now what am I going to do? Pay for it myself?”

“You’re a hockey player in the NHL, with a side job in IT. I don’t know why I was ever paying for your drinks in the first place.”

“…They taste better when I’m not paying for them, honestly.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Keith hides the ring in a place he’s absolutely, 100% certain Lance will not find — he unscrews one of the potlights in the kitchen, hiding the box in the upper cavity before screwing it back in. He’s very proud of that spot. He waits a while, too — he doesn’t want to do anything too soon, he wants it to be a bit of a surprise. If he suddenly takes Lance to the beach he’s gonna know. He waits until Lance’s lab hits a busy period, until Lance is very focused on work and isn’t thinking about much else. Then he finally reveals his plans to the rest of the group (plus Shiro and Adam). He asks them if they want to come over for dinner one evening, when Lance is working late.

“I’m doing a thing,” he announces as everyone’s eating.

“Elaborate,” Allura recites dutifully. Her tone is flat and lifeless. (Keith made her stick to a script. She threw things at him. He stayed stubborn. She eventually agreed.)

“I’m asking Lance to marry me and I want you guys to be there.”

This time, three people choke. Keith should really learn to time this better.

“About fucking time!” Pidge crows. “I’ve been waiting for you to fess up, you goober.”

Keith turns immediately to Allura in betrayal, who holds up her hands defensively. “I didn’t tell her!”

Pidge waves her fork dismissively. “Allura didn’t have to tell me. I know as soon as I saw your whipped ass making moon-eyes at Lance in the car last year.”

Keith’s jaw drops. “No you fucking did not.”

“Did too! It was embarrassing to look at!”

“Did not —”

Keith is interrupted by Hunk and Shiro’s simultaneous and loud sobs.

“Here we go,” sighs Adam, but he’s grinning. He pays his husband gently on the back. Allura does the same for Hunk.

“There, there.”

“Marriage,” Hunk wails.

Shiro nods frantically.

“This is a happy thing, guys,” Keith says, exasperated.

“We know!”

“We’re happy for you!”

“Is it happening soon?” Adam asks, ever the efficient one. Keith nods.

“Yeah, so long as you guys are free. I’m taking him up to one of Lake Huron’s beaches, they’re less crowded and not so rocky. Lance’s family is gonna try and book time off three weekends from now.”

“We’ll be there,” Pidge assures. Her eyes are still bright, but less teasing. She’s happy for them.

“Awesome,” Keith says.

He can’t wait. His veins buzz with anticipation.

———

It’s time. First week of August. He and Lance are the first to pile into Hunk’s van, squished together in the middle row like always.

“I haven’t been to the beach in forever,” Lance gushes. He’s vibrating in excitement. Keith feels the ring burn in his left pants pocket.

“I think you’re going to have a lot of fun this time,” Hunk says, and Keith has to stop himself from shooting him a look lest Lance catch on.

Please, Hunk, just a couple more hours, he thinks, trying to beam the thought into his friend’s head. It must work, because Hunk changes the subject, chatting with Lance about a work friend of theirs until everyone else has been picked up.

“Okay, now that your queen is here,” Allura says, crawling into the front seat, “the party may begin. Any song requests? Speak now or forever hold your piece.”

“Will you play Sunroof?” Keith asks quietly, tangling his hand with Lance’s.

Allura grins at him.

“Sure thing, Romeo.”

———

Keith’s hands start to sweat a little on the walk to the beach. Lance notices, both because he’s the most observant person Keith knows and also because Lance can definitely feel how clammy his palm is.

“You good, babe?” he asks.

“Just a little hot,” Keith lies. Lance squints at him for a moment, but evidently decides to let it slide with a shrug.

“If you’re sure.”

They walk a little behind everyone else, watching their friends and family be doofuses, joking and shoving each other and narrowly missing getting soaked. Keith takes the moment to appreciate how beautiful Lance looks in the dusky sun, jeans rolled up to his calves and water licking at his ankles. He looks ethereal, at the beach. Keith loves him so much his heart bursts.

He literally can’t wait another second.

He makes quick eye contact with Allura, who nods, and subtly starts to calm the circus and gets Adam to pull out his camera.

Keith reaches into his pocket, wrapping his hand around the box.

“Lance,” he starts.

“Hm?” Lance says turning his attention away from where he was looking for cool rocks. “What’s up?”

“I love you more than life, you know that?”

Lance grins. It’s not unusual for Keith to proclaim his undying love out of nowhere. He’s a little sappy.

“I do know,” he says. “I love you just as much.”

Keith smiles, too. The nervousness vanishes from his heart.

This is Lance.

“I love you so much, in fact, that there’s been something I’ve been meaning to do.”

He sees the second it clicks in Lance’s expression, and Lance’s dark brown eyes widen. Keith drops to his knees, pulling out the box and holding it in front of him. Lance still grips his other hand, hold only tightening.

“Keith,” he chokes out.

“I’ve loved you since the day I accidentally crashed into you while skateboarding and knocked you unconscious. You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, then, even beaten and bloody, and I loved you even when you swore we were rivals. I loved you when you held my hand that first time when we were kids in the theatre. I loved you when we kissed after the school bell rang, when I followed you to university years later. I loved you when you tossed me a key and asked me to move in with you. I loved you when you stuck your head out the sunroof when we were speeding down the highway and spread your arms out to the wind. I love you now, standing in front of me, and I’ll love you in every moment and every second of our future. And it’s going to be a long future, Lance, you and me. We’re going to grow old together and I’m going to love every minute of you, every version of you. And so I ask you, Lance Sanchez, my beating heart: will you marry me?”

Keith expects a yes. He expects a shout, maybe, and a hug and a tearful kiss.

He does not expect to be tackled into the waves.

“Yes!” Lance screams, so loudly they can hear him from the arctic for sure. “Yes I will marry you, yes yes yes!”

Keith laughs, wrapping an arm around his waist and dragging them both out of the water so they don’t drown. He’s luckily kept a tight hold on the ring. He opens the box with one hand — yeah, okay, that took some practice — and slides the ring onto Lance’s fourth finger. The cheers from their friends and family echo around them, as Lance grabs both sides of his face and kisses him soundly.

Keith wraps his other arm around Lance’s waist, pulling him closer still, and kisses him just as hard.

“We’re gonna get married,” Lance whispers between kisses, voice awed.

Keith smiles.

Yes, they are.

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thaliagrayce · 9 months

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i've been talking abt my voltron playlists and @iveofficiallygonemad asked to hear them and i want to share with anybody who wants!! i know they're not perfect, i'm working on them & trying to make them better. if you have any recommendations for any of them, let me know!! there's like A Lot and i want to give a lil explanation for most of them, so i'm putting them under the cut ^-^

SO first i have my favorite one <3 it's just. all of them. it's the whole team. it's a mess and it's a bunch of different genres because it's them fighting over the aux cord on a road trip. it's them trying to make each other laugh or annoy each other or play something catchy enough it will infect everyone in the vicinity with brain worms.

Hunk: i'm pretty happy with my Hunk playlist! chill vibes. he strikes me as the kind of guy who listens to calm music to try to find his own calm, and that's what i got here :)

Pidge: this is messier and less cohesive than my usual playlist because frankly i think pidge would have a shit taste in music. all over the board. this is a mix of meme songs and 8-bit covers and vocaloid and stuff that i think pidge would genuinely connect with, and i think pidge listens to all their music on shuffle without any regards for genre or mood because they're a gremlin. nobody gives pidge sole control of the aux.

Coran hears 80's music for the first time and loses his mind. He thinks ABBA is humanity's single greatest achievement.

Lance: i have ideas about where I'm going with this but haven't really settled yet. Lance seems like the kind of boy that loves to dance (is that canon? i forgot) so most of these are Bops That Make You Move in some way or another. he likes to present an upbeat face to the world, so there's no angsting in this playlist! we are clinging to the things that make us happy with both hands until our knuckles turn white!

Keith: i'm gonna be honest. i made him a playlist but i honestly don't think he cares about music very much. it's very important to some people! he's just not one of them! i haven't cracked this playlist open in a while but i'm pretty sure it's full of songs that i think he would conceivably train/work out to.

Shiro: this playlist involves the dumbest headcanon i have for shiro that has just not left me alone since i first thought of it. most of the playlist reflects the fact that he had an emo phase in middle school (that one isn't a headcanon, you just have to look at him to know) but BUT there are a few songs on here that are on here because. little known fact. he also went through a Twilight phase that he told nobody about. (keith knows. keith was there.) he has the entire twilight soundtrack memorized. he moved past the story but the music stays forever. he used to daydream about slow dancing to Flightless Bird, American Mouth. the first time Coran mentions that they have to avoid a place because there's a supermassive black hole there, he has to bite his tongue in order to keep a straight face. do NOT ask me why i believe this so wholeheartedly.

Allura's playlist sucks right now. I think it's because in my heart of hearts i know that, were she on earth today, she would go fucking nuts for taylor swift. i have ambivalent feelings for taylor swift. i cannot do allura justice like this. if you see my vision and have recs as to what might actually fit her, PLEASE.

Klance: i haven't done it yet but i'm gonna go through this and sort it to be a sort of progression of their relationship, starting with the more combative Rivalry songs, then slipping into "oh shit oh shit" songs, then maybe ending on the more lighthearted purely romantic songs <3

(i have two songs in a shallura playlist which does not at all encapsulate how much i'm obsessed with them. the tiny cop inside my head is just constantly screaming at me that i'm going to get yelled at for liking shallura. i am going to kill the cop inside my head.)

#mj talks #oooooh i don't know if i actually want to put this in the show tag. that's a lot of people. that's a lot of people that might see this.#fuck it we ball #voltron #anyway. as i said if you like music and you have songs that you think fit please send em over #also who wants to talk about shallura? i want to talk about shallura.#i rewatched the first ~3 seasons (the best part of the show and some of season 3) with my roommate a while back and.#ngl if we're strictly talking about the show itself and not fanworks. i care about shallura SO much more than i care about klance.#oh i should probably tag #klance #in case anyone has that blacklisted and just doesn't wanna see it #BACK TO MY POINT.#rewatch seasons 1 and 2 and you will see there was a REASON everyone included shallura in the background of their fics #and it wasn't just shoving 'space mom' and 'space dad' together #there is a very real and very compelling dynamic there. the mutual respect. the connection that comes with taking responsibility.#watch shiro's whole deal after allura gets herself captured so that he can go free and try telling me it's all in my head. just TRY.#anyway i have a lot of complicated thoughts about shiro's sexuality and most of them boil down to I Don't Think It Was Planned #i think they shoved it in last minute because somebody higher up #(not the writers i don't blame u writers i know that you have people breathing down your necks telling you what you can and can't do)#some higherup didn't like any queer storylines that might have been in the works and pulled them from the show #but then there was fan backlash because... gay people are loud now? people wanted A Queer In Space? wild thought #so they had to save their ass and actually deliver on what they had promised in interviews/on the internet/idk i didn't keep up too much #because it was so clumsily revealed! there was no buildup!#it felt very shoehorned to me unfortunately. when a) they had already built a solid and compelling potential relationship for shiro #(see above)#and b) klance was? right there? like. dude. you /had/ to have seen that. or at least some of it????#backstory dead fiance was not the best move vis a vis queer representation and i reject him #if you want me to care about a relationship try going back to storytelling basics and Show Don't Tell :)#not giving you brownie points for that 'queer representation' :)#anyway. that's my shallura manifesto in the notes.

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