First Meetings, Bad Pick Up Lines And Sharing An Umbrella. What Could Go Wrong?

HES SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY,,

how do you feel about shiro amd curtis (his husband)?

i’m so so so so immensely happy that Shiro is happy and i love them both

Can I just say I don’t think this screenshot gets enough appreciation?

Slytherin: I will hit you over the head with a guitar.

Hufflepuff: Is that a FRET =D

*crash*

Since I’ll probably be busy tmmrw, Ill post today 😂 BUT MERRY SHEITHMAS EVERYBODY! Hope everyone has a safe, fun, and happy Holiday! I’m currently transforming the lot of my salt, hurt, anger, and bitterness into a project 👀 which is why I’m not posting as much LOL

is shallura like the void ship now?? like cuz before antis just ASSUMED allura was an adult because she ?? looks like an adult i guess ?? is a leader figure?? i dont know , i dont get anti logic but i guess the shallura ship is like a gray area now ,, antis r just Pretending It Doesnt Exist bc i havent seen anyone talk about since the official vld book was released , all there is now is sheiths discourse

              This series of messed up coincidences did happen for a  r e a s o n . They brought us together as  p a l a d i n s . They brought us together as  f r i e n d s .

ig / twi

Fic: “Feels Like Home” (Shiro/Keith, Voltron)

Title: Feels Like Home Rating: G Pairing: Shiro/Keith, Voltron: Legendary Defender WC: 3045 Summary: It’s a reality that with the life they lead, one day their luck is going to run out. One day, someone is going to get hurt. Shiro just never expected it would be Keith whose luck ran out, Keith who was hurt. And he didn’t expect that day to be today. Author’s Notes: Thank you so much to the lovely @mad-madam-m for getting me hooked on Sheith in the first place, and then flailing with me over them. And also for reading this over and encouraging me to write all the fic.

Logically, Shiro has always known that Keith is smaller. He’s slender, lithe, with a compact frame and narrow shoulders, and physically unimposing to anyone who doesn’t know him.

Shiro knows him.

Shiro has always seen the fight in Keith, the defiance and aggression that intimidates men older and bigger. He’s seen Keith’s determination and will, the way he doesn’t back down. He’s seen a man who might be a head shorter than everyone around him, but stands taller. He sees someone he considers his equal, and Shiro rarely notices how much bigger he is than Keith.

But now, with his slight frame curled protectively against Shiro’s chest, skin chalky and his own chest barely rising with each hard-won breath, Shiro is vividly reminded of Keith’s smaller size. He feels fragile, like Shiro could crush him, and nothing has felt more wrong in his life.

His muscles tighten, tension running between his shoulder blades and up his neck as he carries Keith’s limp form to the med bay. He aches to pull Keith closer, to draw him into his own body and imbue him with strength and health. Feeling helpless isn’t something he’s ever coped with well, so he’s always focused on thinking through a situation logically.

But logic isn’t going to make Keith better. Read the rest on AO3!

Pajama party!

“Lance was the storm. He was the vicious waves in winter, the ones that rose to pummel the beach, to toss the sand aside and break the rocks apart and rip the grass from the dunes along the shore. He was the spring tide, the surge of water that overturned the land. He was deep ocean currents, and frigid arctic water, sinking to the depths of the ocean with the patience to remain there for a thousand years. He was the upwelling’s, and the new life, the emergence of clear tides and crystalline coasts. The lightning that struck over glowing cities, or the winds that howled in the barren corners of the Earth. He was the storm, and every feeling along with it.”

Loosely based on the fic: “Goodnight, Travel Well” by Europa_report on AO3. Find the author on Tumblr @bibipidgeypie Amazing fic I highly recommend it.