why does he always look stressed
he has to deal w too many straight people, that’s why
You can’t tell me Altean Lance isn’t just
my dudes
my buddies
my pals
Let’s be real for a second in terms of like where this show is headed with regards to my favorite character (surprise it’s Lance jk no one is surprised)
Recently this tweet happened:
And some people are taking this really well and other people… not so much. Which makes sense since all of us have been like #thirstin for something more for Lance and have been met with a lotta nothing, but I think this tweet is actually a good thing.
So in this recent interview with Kimberly, Josh, and Jeremy, Jeremy basically says what he’s been saying since day 1 that’s been echoed by a lot of the other cast members and crew.
Basically: Lance will step up to the plate and he’ll become more of a leader and take on more responsibility but at the end of the day…
Lance.
Is.
Lance.
And when people ask for more about Lance in terms of his character, you don’t really hear much beyond this, which is exTRemEly frustrating but just hear me out.
It might not be this deep but I think it’d be cool if there’s a reason for the Voltron team being so adamant in the fact that “Lance is Lance.” And he will always be no matter what. This can go one of two ways.
1. Lance is Lance because he will always only be comic relief. 6 seasons of comic relief. That’s him. He’s Lance. A flirt. Cocky. Goofy. Sure he might have some moments like we’ve seen in S1 and S2 but for the most part he’s there to be the team goofball to make everyone laugh (or groan with frustration and annoyance)
Which is shitty and terrible and I will be so angry if this is what goes down but for now let’s move onto the MUCH BETTER option 2.
2. Lance does become a leader (maybe a co-leader? Right hand man? stays the Blue Paladin and just kinda steps up more? whatever) but no matter how tough things get, no matter how worn down the team is, no matter how hopeless the situation seems, Lance can still be Lance. And I don’t just mean he’s able to crack a joke at a tense time to lighten the mood, though that also is a part of it. I mean that he is able to keep a level head and calmly think things through even in chaotic or near impossible situations
That he is always concerned about the well-being of other and is willing to lay down his life for his friends (AKA PEOPLE HE JUST MET)
That he’s also not afraid to call out these friends when he thinks they are making a mistake (there seems to be a running theme with this one…..)
That he’s also appreciative of his friends and pays attention to their needs/wants and their strengths
And that he will always go down swinging
But maybe most importantly, and this is what I hope the Voltron team is trying to get at, Lance will never lose his joy and excitement and happy go-lucky demeanor. This is what makes him the Blue Paladin (and also why I think he would make a great Black Paladin but anyways….). He’s the glue of the team and this means more than just being the comic relief and making ill-timed jokes.
I really love the Lance that is able to start a weird space spore fight or wants to knit sweaters for Arusians. I love the Lance that enjoys doing a crazy dance while explaining their extremely dangerous plan to defeat Zarkon. I love the Lance that has fun coming up with wild ideas about what else could be locked up in Beta Traz. It’s not that he’s not taking his job as a Paladin seriously but rather that he is trying to take this crazy situation in stride as much as possible. We know that he can be worried, insecure, and lonely, but this never stops him from being who he is. He stumbles, loses confidence, regains it, and stands back up again ready to start swinging at the next asshole who decides to come for him and his friends.
Lance is adaptable just like water. He might come in different forms (serious, competitive, caring, homesick, flirtatious, etc) but at the end of the day it’s all of it is a part of who he is. He might need to get better at figuring out the appropriate timing of being leader Lance or flirty Lance, but it’s not like he has to lose the more immature part of him to become a more well-developed character.
So when people say “Lance will always be Lance,” I’m actually pretty fucking thankful. I’ve read some Langst where Lance becomes more “Keith-like” to cope with his insecurities which……. I’m conflicted about. I don’t think he needs to go as far as NOT be him in order for the team to learn to appreciate him more. So I think this affirmation from the staff that Lance will always be himself no matter what makes me believe that he will be what keeps the team together through the difficult and tumultuous times to come. That even despite his clear self-doubt he will be able to put the team and others first and maintain his role as the glue. That he will still manage to grow and change as a Paladin AND maintain the things that make him Lance.
There will be growing pains, of course, (I’m guessing a lot to do with Keith) but just because he’s insecure doesn’t make him weak. Lance doesn’t have to become more serious or stoic in order to be taken more seriously or be more “mature.” Then he wouldn’t be the Lance we know and love. He can withstand the challenges to come and develop as a character without sacrificing these integral parts of himself. He is capable of SO MUCH and I can’t wait for him to unlock the potential that was always there within him and makes him who he is.
voltron: allura is a teen!
me: okay. i’ll accept that.
voltron: and if allura is a teen, then that means a k@llura plotline can-
me, holding out my sword: she’s a lesbian you fools
is no one gonna talk about jeremy saying ‘but he’s so cuuute’ when talking about keith in one of the recent interviews or…
here’s a linky (it’s the second video)
someone: why do you read so much soulmate shit it’s cheesy
me internally: uhh probably because i’m obsessed with the idea of unconditional love and someone who won’t abandon me. the idea that i am destined for love and therefore inherently lovable means more to me than i can express with words, and compounded with the idea of someone who will love me forever, the concept of soulmates truly appeal to the (large) part of me that makes me feel that i’m going to die alone
me aloud: i just think it’s neat
Anonymous asked:
Could you do 6 ("I'm sorry kiss")? With Keith apologizing pleeease! I love your drabbles! 💜
art-rhysources answered:
6. “I’m sorry” kiss
“Talk to him,” Shiro had said, giving Keith a sharp look when he’d grumbled under his breath. He remembered the impatient sigh his older brother had given him, his legs absently bringing him down the hallway towards the common room. “You started this, Keith. You finish it.”
He froze in the doorway, eyes landing on the neat swaths of brown hair that belonged to his course of strife. His head turned, hearing the sound of Keith’s shoulder accidentally hitting the doorway as he stopped, and his eyebrows jumped to his hairline before crossing down again. He almost growled, and Keith tried not to flinch, keeping his expression flat.
“Well look who it is!” Lance said, his voice snappy and gruff, and Keith could feel the guilt he’d roiled inside himself churn. “The guy who basically told me I’m trash and a worthless asset to the team. How do you do? Ruin anyone else’s day?”
“Lance-” He started, taking a step into the common room before the other abruptly stood up, snapping the book he’d apparently been reading closed and tossing it to the cushions. The sound made Keith freeze again.
“No, don’t you Lance me,” He snapped, eyes fierce on Keith. “You are such an asshole, thinking you’re so much better than me just because you don’t have to work hard at anything you do, when I have to spend hours in the training room to even reach your warm-up level.”
“Lance, I just-” But the brunet cut him off again.
“No Keith, I really don’t wanna hear it.” Lance growled, turning to leave, and something akin to panic bubbled up in Keith’s gut.
“I’m sorry!” He blurted out, and he hated that his voice cracked. Lance stopped, and turned to look at him with nothing short of malice. Keith dragged his eyes away, forcing down the tremble trying to overtake his shoulder. “Just… I’m sorry. For what I said. I didn’t mean it and I get it if you hate me now. I’m sorry.” And with that he forced himself to turn away and retreat back the way he came, boots echoing loudly in the hallway around him.
He heard another pair of shoes trot after him, and Lance calling his name but he ignored it. He picked up his pace, but the other broke into a run to catch up to him, and he felt fingers wrap around his bicep to turn him around.
“Keith, I said wait!” Lance said, but Keith smacked his hand away.
“Why? You already hate me because I can’t keep my mouth shut when I’m angry. Why should I wait.. for you..” He ducked his head and took a step back, and Lance’s hands faltered as he reached for him again.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” His voice was soft, and Keith let him slide his fingers under his jaw and drag his head back, thumbing away gentle tears Keith hadn’t realized he’d started shedding. Keith sniffled, Lance leaned down, and that was all it took for Keith to lean into him and let their lips collide in a tentative kiss, deepening it as they both tried to pour apologies into each other with teeth and tongue and spit. Keith’s fingers reached up and tangled themselves in the front of Lance’s shirt, and Lance held onto his shoulders, nails biting crevices into his skin that Keith could feel through his sleeves.
“I’m sorry,” Keith murmured when they broke apart and Lance dragged his sleeve over his hand to dab at the dark-haired boy’s face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Lance shook his head, “It’s okay, I knew you were having a bad day. I shouldn’t have antagonized you so much. I should apologize, too.” And when Keith tried to apologize again, Lance shushed him with another brush of lips, free hand wrapping around Keith’s back and pressing him protectively against him.
milliegirl20 asked:
For the number and pairing Keith/ Lance and 7?
art-rhysources answered:
7. “I’ve missed you” kiss
Diplomatic missions were the worst, especially ones that required them to go out on their own and revisit past planets they had saved to renew treaties and bindings. Or to reach out to neutral civilizations to try and persuade them to join their cause against the Galra. But as Lance landed his lion back at the Castle of Lions, he breathed a sigh of relief and shut down his monitors. He’d been gone for nearly a week, but it had felt like months. He trekked out of Blue, trailing his hand along her interior and giving her a few pats as he stepped off the ramp. She thrummed in response, and he gave a soft chuckle before the sound of the door opening caught his attention.
He turned to see Keith stopping dead in the doorway, a little breathless, as if he’d run to the hangar from the other side of the castle. Lance grinned at him, tilting his chin up as he threw his hands to his hips, watching Keith briskly trot over. “What’s up, Mullet? Better not have been lazing around while I was awa-”
He was cut off as the dark-haired boy grabbed under the lip of his chestplate, dragging him forward, and smashing their lips together before Lance could brace himself. His yelp of surprise was muffled against pink lips but he quickly melted into it, hands reaching down to wrap around Keith’s hips as the other slid his over Lance’s shoulders. It was all teeth and tangled tongues and spit, but Lance could only describe what he was feeling as “coming home”.
“I’ve missed you,” the slightly shorter male said when they finally broke apart. Lance huffed a laugh over his cheek, and silently reveled in the way Keith shivered from it.
“Did you? I don’t know if I believe it. That kiss was a little weak.” He grinned as the other rolled his eyes, and he loved the way the pout on Keith’s lips pushed his cheeks up enough to make the light freckles that decorated his skin dance under the light flush spread over his nose.
“You’re such an asshole,” Keith growled lightly, leaning up again.
“Maybe, but you love it,” Lance replied before closing the distance again, falling into a much gentler kiss than before. Keith hummed against him and Lance slid his fingers just barely under his hem of his shirt, tan fingers ghosting over pale skin. He’d missed him too.
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