keith: hi, i need you to hold onto something really tightly for me
hunk: sure thing, keith! what do you need me to hold?
keith, wrapping hunk’s arms around him: me
he needs lots of hugs 💖
Klance +a nightsky bathbomb⭐
keith: [loudly playing trashy generic pop punk music about unrequited love alone in his room]
hunk: is he…okay?
shiro: yeah, he’s just pining.
keith: [yells] I’M SO GAY
hunk: what did lance do this time?
shiro: he smiled at him.
keith: [turns the music up to full volume and yells some more]
klance, as a ship, is like an agent of chaos. first a shit ton of people ship it, and it’s like, okay, that’s normal. then it’s the top ship of the year on tumblr and it’s like, that’s not remarkable, but still, wow. and then lucky luciano - the lucky luciano, the you know i had to do it to em guy - tweets about klance being canon, because what timeline are we living in again? and everyone laughs about it a little (a lot), but it’s not…groundbreaking. and then, of course, klance is featured in the new york times. the fucking new york times. my mom reads the new york times. theoretically, my mom could know what klance is and read about it. and that’s…that’s chaotic.
ruinedchildhood