Heyyy, I don't post on here so the account is dead but still up cause people still enjoy the content on here so for that reason I'm redoing the pinned post
Please read down below 👇
So before I had this as an anti for some ships but idrk wanna have that anymore, I want this blog to be open to all despite what you ship and/or personal opinions in the fandom
This blog is for everyone who's just here to have a good time with the voltron fandom without the negativity whether inside or outside the fandom (outside the fandom meaning negativity towards others over something that can't be helped like someone's race for example) please keep this drama free :)
Thanks for reading this & checking out this account! Ihope whoever stumbles across this blog has a fantastic day/night!! 💖
just thinking about keith, after trying this multiple times bc he chickens out, going through the mcdonalds drive through and is like “hello, yes, i’d like a mcclain to go.” and the person on the other end is like “….” then theres silence for a few minutes before lance’s voice is like “please drive to the window.” and after keith does, lance climbs through the window and into keith’s car and says “it’s on the house ;)”
lance taking random pics of keith just to send them to him and be like "lol look at ur face" and keith doing it back, so from there it just turns into a lil competition on who can take the worst pic's of each other.
but then it backfires when they accidentally take good pictures of each other
Lance was crouched in front of a telescope. Any movements he made caused the wooden planks of the back porch to creak, the sound was quiet compared to the noisy crickets chirping from the grass field that swayed in the gentle breeze. Frogs croaking and owls hoots being heard at random.
Fairy lights strung along the porches railing were Lance's only source of light besides the stars twinkling overhead, and the bright round moon in the dark sky, in the middle of it all, acting as the final master piece of the painting.
Currently, he was trying to get a closer look of the moon with his telescope, struggling annoyedly with each attempt.
Lance would make adjustments, lining the front lenses of the telescope in the direction he'd assumed it needed to go, looking up from the sky to back down at the telescope, cursing under his breath as he looked inside the telescope to find that he'd failed again.
He decided he'd try one more time before giving up to go inside and do something less frustrating like play his guitar to calm his nerves. Plus, the mosquitos were being annoying, even if Lance put bug spray on in advance.
Lance looked in one last time, still without luck of sighting the moon. He sighed, it turning into a gasp as a hand just barley touched his shoulder- he had a feeling whoever touched him was purposely trying to scare him shitless. Unfortunately, it worked.
Lance snapped his head to peek over his shoulder, the person who'd gave him a heart attack, laughing, an arm clutching his stomach as he shook with amusement of it all.
This guy was irritating to have scared him half to death, but besides that fact, his laugh was...well, nice. It made him forget why he were pissed in the first place, heck he felt like laughing himself. As stupid as it sounds, he felt pride in making him laugh in the first place.
This guy- who was fairly attractive, calmed down his laughter, opening his mouth to say something with a grin plastered on his face.
Lance couldn't seem to understand what he were saying. It was like trying to hear someone talk while being underwater. This dude didn't seem to notice Lance rub his ears and try to explain that he hadn't a clue on what he were saying. That was rude of him.
Instead, he walked up to Lance, locking his arm around his and dragging him to the back door, leading him inside. Lance, well, didn't question it, he followed him right inside as if he'd known him for years.
The dream guy sat down on the couch, his legs folded and in front of his chest, a fleece blanket thrown over his legs lazily as Lance sat down to join them, both of them leaning agaisnt each other, it felt pleasant. warm. relaxing.
All they really did was sit there for what felt like hours, seeming to just enjoy being with one another. But the dream guy had other plans. He sat up and turned to Lance, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he leaned forward, eyes locking into his. Lance already knew what was coming, so with a grin of his own, he cupped his cheek, moving closer to help fill in the gap.
But before their lips could touch, Lance opened his eyes.
Lance jumped, noticing how close he were to the edge of his bed before it were too late, he indeed tumbled to the ground with a thud, taking the blankets down with him. He really should've been more quiet when falling on the ground because he ended up waking Hunk up, but it had took him by surprise.
These dreams were a pain, literally.
Speaking of the dreams. What in the everloving fuck was that?! Lance had almost shared a kiss with this annoying, mullet headed guy. And dream him didn't even mind! Was he…with this guy or what!? So many unanswered questions were swarming in his mind- at least, way more than usual.
He needed all of his questions answered now before he losses it.
Lance stood in a park, surrounded by trees that had colored leaves rustling in the breeze, some breaking free from the branches to join the others on the ground. Most of the leaves had covered the grass, only leaving some visible, those visible patches of grass seeming to struggle during the weather taking a colder turn.
Lance could hear his shoes cause a crunch within each step he took on the oath he walked on, crumbling the dead leaves. He worse only jeans and a light jacket to block the slight chill in the air and held a polariod camera in his hands, his blue eyes wandering as if making sure not to miss anything worthy of a picture.
The case of hid camera was slung around his neck, bouncing agaisnt his chest with each step, the zipper wobbling all over the place. It'd came to a stop as Lance stopped in his tracks, the reason being his phone buzzing in his back pocket.
He slipped aside so he weren't blocking the path of those who came out during this wonderful autumn day to enjoy nature like he were and moved his camera in one hand to pull out his phone with the other, seeing texts messages on the top of the screen as he turned on the small device.
Lance used his thumb to swipe past the lock screen and rather slowly, typed out a reply for the text he received from his mother, asking him if he could stop off on the way home to pick up a few things for their supper.
Soon after sending the text, making sure his mother saw the message, he continued what he was doing before, looking for only a couple more pictures to take since he didn't really have much film left, and head back home after a run to the store. It was getting pretty late after all and it'd only get colder out.
Lance had waited for a small family to pass by before taking a shot to avoid getting strangers in his scenic picture of a lake. He held up his Polaroid camera up to his face, searching for that final picture to top it all off, but suddenly, someone had came into view.
A figure off to the side and a little ways ahead of Lance, were kneeled over, looking to have been tying his shoes. Slowly lowering his camera, he walked past the mullet man, peeking over just in time to see him look up from his shoes, causing their eyes to meet.
He opened his mouth to speak but before he had the chance, Lance was forced awake.
Lance jumped, sending a jolt of pain to his side. He were laying hunched over on the arm rest of a couch, his hope colliding with the arm rest as he woke up. His niece, Nadia, was sitting beside him, a pout on her face as she shook her uncles arm in irritation. Voices from Lance's family members and the tv rung in his ears.
It took him a moment to understand what was going on, his mind still frazzled about his dream. He was starting to annoy himself even, being so fussy about his dreams. Anyway, Lance was visiting his family over the weekend and as soon as he'd gotten there his niece insisted he watch tangled with her, since he couldn't resist her puppy dog eyes, he agreed.
Apparently, before even watching ten minutes of the movie, Lance fell asleep. The night before he stayed up to catch up on some of his work and it took way longer than expected. Hunk stayed up with him though, so he weren't alone during those miserable hours.
He didn't have the time to think deep over another dream, for now he was stuck making it up to his niece for falling asleep on her which would involve playing tangled.
Though, Lance had still found how this whole dream thing works, odd. Some nights he had the dreams and others he didn't
