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pinkipie100 · 6 years

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Hi there. I read your analysis about The Voltron Show and I really liked it! At one point in that analysis, you mentioned that you feel the Voltron fandom is too quick to feel offended over how Hunk is portrayed in the show. Do you think it's possible that you could elaborate on that, if you wanted? And do you feel that this "overly-sensitive attitude" within the fandom extends to Lance's portrayal in the show as well?

Me? 27000 years late to an ask? HA HA HA!

…Always. Sorry, @thenorthernphoenix, I’ve been absent for quite a while, and I totally forgot my askbox was a thing.

Anyway, a thousand times thank you for reading my meta! To answer your question, and I may receive a lot of heat for this, but I think the Voltron crew have handled Hunk’s portrayal well, actually, and I’ll explain why. Hopefully concisely. Definitely not concisely.

First of all, Hunk is fat. Can we just… admit that? He’s fat. THAT IS OKAY. THAT IS SO OKAY. In fact, I think it’s important for boys who are also overweight to see. They need to know that they can still be the hero, despite their size. I know that a lot of the body positivity schtick has to do with encouraging women to feel comfortable with their bodies regardless of weight, but it’s really important for men, as well! Men probably have a tough time dealing with their body image because they’re expected not to care, but they’re also expected to simultaneously having ridiculously hypermasculine, ripped bodies, or they’re not really ‘a man,’ you know? But if people see Hunk and realize that this guy, yes, is overweight, but still kicks ass and is even the strongest paladin [stronger than Shiro!], that’ll give them just the encouragement they need. [Plus, Hunk is really f*ckin’ hot.]

Second of all, HUNK LIKES FOOD A F*CKING LOT. CAN WE ALSO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS?!?!?! Okay, I apologize, I’m getting heated… I just notice that people get extremely angry when Hunk is shown going crazy over food. I just… Of course he will act that way around food, he’s a foodie! Is it funny? Yeah. Does that mean we’re supposed to respect him any less? Of course not! Look, I’m not overweight, but I’m still a foodie! I, in fact, may or may not love food a bit too much in the most weird of ways! [-Food fetish much, Pinki? -Shut the fuh!] I honestly find it laughably relatable when Hunk drools at the sight of a delicious-looking hors d’oeurvre, or climbs over the invisible maze’s walls to get to a fine alien pastry! Like, f*cking me too, Hunk! I don’t know, maybe I’m being insensitive and stupid, but I don’t view Hunk as any less of a character because he’s very food-crazy. Last time I checked, though, no one was up in arms about Po using food to motivate him to become the Dragon Warrior.

I get it, this is just my own opinion. I like to believe that I’m being sensible, though. I’ll admit that, yes, the food jokes get a little old sometimes, but hey, they are still tasteful [dammit… I… I swear I didn’t mean to pun there]. Hunk is always depicted as a master of his craft, educated in the ways of the kitchen. He doesn’t just make junk food, either, he can cook meats; pastas; god forbid, vegetables! Take a look at any other kid’s show, and tell me if you find a fat character who is treated respectfully by their friends like Hunk, is as intelligent as Hunk, and is as three-dimensional as Hunk. Seriously, lemme know, I think I’d give the show a try, if that’s the case.

*whispers* Am I getting long-winded yet…

Okay, now for the second part of your question, I could go on for days about how the fandom basically becomes a volatile gershderned cult when it comes to Lance. The fandom is sensitive about Hunk’s portrayal, no doubt, no doubt- but when it comes to Lance, oh ho, they take it to an entirely new level!

Violent discourse has broken out surrounding Lance’s race, sexuality, mental state, personality, and hell, even his g*ddamn last name! I’m not at all ashamed to say, all of it has been bullsh*t. The f*ckers Lance stans of this fandom will only accept Lance one way, and that seems to be as a 100000% Cuban, 0.00000% American, Not Straight™, mentally unstable, delicately insecure flower that a) must be protected at all costs and b) crying 24/7 unless Keith is there to comfort him. Any time the show contradicts this, it’s the executive producers’ heads.

Voltron Fandom, come close… gather round the fire… I’m about to clear a few things up for you:

One, Lance is a Lady’s Man. YEAH, I SAID IT, AND I WOULD 100% SWOON IF HE USED A PICKUP LINE ON ME, SO FIGHT ME! Heh, but seriously, he likes women. And, you know what? Women like him! Almost every time he flirts with a woman, she shows interest back! …save Allura, but I think we can tell from Lance’s vlog that it’s because he genuinely likes her and doesn’t really know how else to approach her. Does that mean he’s straight? Uh oh… Uh oh… UH OH! IT MIGHT! Well, it might not. He could still be bisexual with a preference for women, which I honestly buy a lot more than him being flamboyantly attracted to both sexes. We can’t assume nothin’ until it’s outright stated, but until then, the fandom needs to be aware that Lance’s actual sexuality is pretty much up in the air.

B, Lance is Cuban. I love this about him, but when people start to throw sh*t when people headcanon him as mixed or possibly born in America or having a Western last name, it kind of ticks me off. Like, what’s wrong with being a little bit white? Does that diminish the value he may have of his Cuban roots? I’m mostly white, but does that make me not give a sh*t about my Chamorro heritage? Of course not! My mom has a Western maiden name, but that doesn’t mean she’s not Chamorro, too! If Lance had a Cuban last name, that’s so great! If he has a Western name, it’s not ‘giving in to the White Man.’ It’s probably just the result of some intermixing with Western people somewhere along his family line, and it could have been generations ago, anyway. About him being Cuban-American… Look, I think Americans can be pretty sh*tty and our country is f*cked up, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. So there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Lance being American-born and proud to be it.

III, stop. Making. Lance. Helpless. Nnkey? I like Langst. I do. But please, administer it in moderation! Write/draw it sensibly! I’m incredibly tired of seeing Lance portrayed by fans as some unstable, immature, dependent crybaby who is unable to control his emotions or stand without the constant support of a Love Interest™ [it’s usually Keith, and as a stalwart Laith shipper, I am sick of this]. I think that, even beginning from the S1-S2 hiatus, the fandom read a bit too deeply into Lance’s impending insecurity arc, and we all got so hyped up to see it, we were disappointed when it wasn’t immediately addressed. I’ve probably said it a thousand times, but once more, with feeling: Lance’s arc will be slow-burn. We’ll get snippets of his insecurities here and there, just breadcrumbs that will lead up to the climax of his arc, and it’ll be awesome. But, the fandom needs to have patience until then. I hold faith upon faith in the creators, especially Joaquim dos Santos [Mr. Lance-Is-My-Favorite-Paladin himself], to deliver a delicately laid story unfolding around Lance that we will all love once complete, and wonder why we were ever upset.

In conclusion, I very much agree that the fandom is WAY too overly sensitive about how Lance is portrayed in-canon, and it’s actually warping their perceptions of reality. They think that they’re the only ones who know what Lance is really like, and that the writers of the actual g*ddamn show are ‘doing it wrong.’ In the show, Lance is friendly, dorky, funny, cocky, emotionally mature, perceptive, and realistic. Fanon Lance is emotionally unstable, dependent, unconfident, incapable, tortured, bullied, and underrated by his teammates. This is not to say that Canon Lance isn’t insecure and somewhat misunderstood by his friends, but he is mature in managing those insecurities and confiding in others [e. g. seeking solace with Keith, believing in Allura]. I just think Lance is a LOT tougher than his stans give him credit for, and I really love that about his arc; he won’t have to be that tough forever, and when he finally lets his barriers down, it is gonna be. Just what the doctor ordered.

ANYWHALE! I apologize for writing basically another meta in response to your ask, especially considering you sat through my whole ‘Voltron Show’ meta! I am so glad you asked, though. I know my wording here is very strong, but I think it’s better for me to be analytically bold than to be apologetically opinionated.

Seriously, thanks again for reading the meta and facilitating discussion about it; you’re an absolute dream! Sorry for being late to answer, and enjoy the rest of your ventures through fandom and meta thereupon!

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misskieshakate · 7 years

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The Stars And The Sea As My Witness

@shancefluffweek day 2: Sea/Stars

Oh gosh I hope you guys like this one. Happy second day of the Shance week everybody!

Shiro thought that Lance was acting strange. ‘Not the pretend we’re mermaids and not wear pants for the whole day’ kind of strange- although seeing Lance’s perky bottom in tight boxer shorts was amusing- but it’s Lance 'pulling out chairs for him’ kind of strange.

Shiro appreciated the gesture, really he did, but Lance was beginning to freak him out. It started this morning when Lance was the first to wake up. Normally, Shiro was the first one to wake up, make coffee, and have his morning jog. But this morning, Shiro was greeted with the smell of brewed coffee. Lance waited for him in their kitchen, a mug of coffee ready and a muffin for him to eat along the way.

Shiro thought it was sweet for Lance to forego his eight hours of beauty sleep just to make him coffee in the morning. And then things went even weirder as the day progressed.

Lance made him breakfast, showered with him, even picked his clothes! Shiro gave him a questioning look as Lance straightened his tie, “You’re being unusually sweet today. Is something going on?”

“What? Is there something wrong with fixing my boyfriend some breakfast before he leaves for work? Have awesome shower sex? Pick the perfect clothes for our date at the beach tonight?” There was a gleam on Lance’s eyes that Shiro can’t seem to put a finger on it.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with it at all. It just seems so perfect,” Shiro placed his hands at Lance’s waist and pulled his boyfriend closer, “you’re perfect.”

“Aww, you flatter me, babe.” Lance swiped invisible dust on Shiro’s blazer and pecked at the corner of his lips. “Don’t forget our date night at the pier, ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. What’s the occasion anyway? It’s not our anniversary. It’s not my birthday nor yours. Did you have a promotion? Did that asshole from HR finally got fired?”

“No, I just want us to have an amazing night. After all that hassle with the merger and me almost getting fired, don’t you think we deserve a romantic dinner?” Lance handed him a bento box, the red one that they bought as a pair when they visited Shiro’s parents in Japan a few months ago.

He made him lunch, another weird thing Lance did this morning.

“I guess. Thanks for lunch, babe.” Shiro leaned down to kiss at Lance’s puffed out hair.

“You’re welcome. Love you!”

“Love you too!” Shiro replied as he walked out the door.

“I’m telling you man,“ Shiro swirled in his chair, “Lance is acting weird.”

“What made you think that?“ Keith, his best friend and brother, replied but not looking up from his screen.

“He made me breakfast. He made me this adorable lunch that I don’t want to eat because it’s so cute but at the same time it’s so delicious. I mean look at it! He made panda sushi!“

“Didn’t you like pandas?“ Keith said, still typing away.

“I LOVE pandas.“ Shiro picked up a sushi roll and ate it whole. “It’s the most exquisite thing!“

“So? He made you lunch and is acting sweet. Isn’t that a good thing?“ Keith finally took his eyes off his monitor to slide his way towards Shiro. He was going to pick up a sushi roll but Shiro’s prosthetic hand swatted him away.

“Hey!“

“No sharing! Get your own boyfriend to cook you lunch!“

“Excuse me, you’re the one who hogs Hunk’s leftovers when I bring them in the office. I swear if he cooks one of his meatloaf I am never giving you some.“

“I can live with that. Plus, Lance can always sweet talk his way to Hunk’s heart better than you.“

“True that.“ Keith went back to his desk and continued typing, leaving Shiro alone with his thoughts. Why is he acting sweet? Did he do something wrong? Did he forgot a birthday? Is he really boring that Lance needed to step up to make things interesting again? What-

“Agh, you are thinking way too loud!“

“What? I’m minding my own business.“

“I am saying this because I care and maybe because I want you to shut up both in mouth and in mind. There are two explanations on why he’s acting this way. Number one, he really, really loves you. That’s it. He loves you and he wants to show you he loves you. Number two, which is highly unlikely, he wants to break up with you.“

“What?“ Shiro almost dropped the panda sushi.

“It’s called the honey before the hatchet, big brother. He eases you gently, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, then he brings down the hatchet and breaks up with you.“

“That’s preposterous. Why the hell would he break up with me? We’ve been perfectly happy ever since we moved in together.“

“Really Shiro? Were you two really happy for the past months? Think about it. Think deep, try to remember all of the things that happened recently. Were they all happy thoughts?“

Shiro sat there, dumbfounded. His bento box laid on the open as he thought of the past few months. Sure he became distant when the merger was assigned to him. He came home late, sometimes snapping at Lance when he was whining about office gossip at his job. He ignored some of Lance’s calls when he was staying over night at the office…

Oh no.

Keith smirked as silence finally filled the room.

From: Lance

Hey babe! Excited for the dinner tonight!!! Remember 7 at that seafood place at the pier, don’t be late. Oh, I also picked up your outfit for tonight. You’re going to look so dapper I can’t wait! xoxo

From: Lance

You here yet?

From: Lance

Oh I see you!

Shiro looked up and saw Lance approaching him. Shiro’s jaw dropped at the sight of his boyfriend.

Lance was wearing a black, perfectly fitting, three piece suit. His dark coat hugged his slim figure like a glove. His pants clung to his mile long legs as he made his way towards Shiro’s direction.

His caramel skin was flawless as usual, but there was a tint of pink to them that made his heart melt. His hair was gelled back, giving him a slick kind of look. And his eyes, oh god his eyes, were shining bright and blue when their eyes met.

Shiro’s heart was beating so hard against his chest, like a prisoner pounding at the door, begging to be set free. He planned on sneaking in, searching for signs that Lance was going to break up with him when Lance found him hiding behind the shrubbery. Shiro was afraid to face the ugly truth that maybe Lance was going to break up with him, so terrified with the thought of losing this happiness that made everyday special in their own Lance way. He guessed that fear translated to his eyes because lance was giving him this worried look.

“Shiro, are you ok?“ Lance wound their fingers together, the warmth of his hands always a steadying presence.

“Yeah,“ he cleared his throat, “yeah, I’m fine. Where do we sit?“

“Follow me, my love.“ Lance placed his hand on the small of Shiro’s back and led him to the farthest table in the restaurant.

The restaurant was a bungalow type of place where there were no actual walls, only railings and posts that held the sturdy roof up. Twinkling lights hang on the edges of the roof and sheer curtains were draped over the railings, acting as a buffer against insects and sand. Because their table was at the far end of the restaurant, they were much closer to the sea. The soft music was silenced by the gentle lap of the waves against the sand

It was the perfect place for a break up, Shiro thought miserably. No one can hear him cry.

“May I take your order, sir?“ A waiter came by and also lit the candles in the candelabra.

“Yes. I’m having the lobster pasta carbonara, and my boyfriend here is having the seared salmon.“

“Wine?“

“Red please.“

“Champagne for me.“ Shiro said automatically. Wine wasn’t really his favorite.

“Any additional orders?“

“We’ll call for you when we need any more.“ Lance smiled at the waiter.

“Of course, sir. Your meal will be served shortly.“ The waiter promptly walked away, leaving the two in the intimate light of the candles.

Shiro thought of scenarios in his head, all bad ones, but kept being sidetracked everytme he glanced at Lance. Because of the candle light, Lance’s usual sharp features were softened to a point that he looked like a painting, angelic even. His skin looked warm and soft to the touch that his fingers ached to touch them. His blue eyes was hypnotizing against the yellows and the orange of the flame. And his small smile made his heart flutter like a teenage boy.

Shiro felt a pang at his chest whenever he thought of breaking up with this loving, caring, and generously kind person.

“Shiro,“ Lance found Shiro’s hand on the table and held it tight, “I know you said you were fine, but you don’t fine to me. Is everything ok? Is something bothering you?“

“No,“ Shiro returned Lance’s grip, “everything’s fine, just work stuff.“

Shiro couldn’t bare the worried look on Lance’s face. He forced himself to not think of breaking up or Lance dumping him because he was an insensitive boyfriend who didn’t show up when Lance needed him the most. No, he was going to enjoy this dinner with the person he loves even if the said person will leave him at the end of it. He will give him a night he will remember, and show him that no matter what happens, he will still whole heartedly love him.

“The dinner was delicious, don’t you think?” Lance and Shiro were walking barefoot at the edge of the shore, the sand and waves lapping at their feet. They left their shoes on one of the rocks near the restaurant.

“That ice cream cake was delightful.” Shiro slung his coat around his shoulder and tightened his hold on Lance’s waist.

“It was, wasn’t it? I bet Hunk can do it better.” Lance had his hand in his pocket while the other was tucked in in Shiro’s back pocket.

“The chef didn’t think so. He looked so offended when you asked for the recipe, remember?”

“Nah, he’s just afraid Hunk’s cake will beat him to the ground.” Lance laughed when he felt Shiro jump against him. “Relax, Shiro, it’s probably just seaweed.”

Shiro rolled his eyes at him. The dinner was wonderful, so wonderful that the nagging feeling of something worse to come almost disappeared.

Almost.

The silence that followed brought back Shiro’s worries. The steady sound of the waves and the soft lilting music from the restaurant was overruled by the deafening screams of his anxieties.

They both stopped at a clearing.

“Hey.“

“No, you first,“ Shiro offered. It was only right for Lance to be the one bringing down the hatchet. Shiro shifted so he was facing Lance, ready to take the pain that was coming his way.

“Nah, you’re the one who said it first.“

“We said it at the same time.“

“But mine’s much suited for a finale speech.“

“Ok, I’ll go first.“ Shiro took a deep breath. Here goes nothing… “I know I’ve been a crappy boyfriend lately.”

“What?”

“I neglected you when you needed me, I ignored you when you call me late at night asking where I am or have I eaten yet.”

“Shiro.“

“I come home late and I just sleep on the bed and gone by the morning.”

“Shiro, wait-“

“I know I’ve been horrible lately, and I don’t blame you if-”

“SHIRO what are you talking about?“

Shiro was thankful it was dark because he was pretty sure there were tears flowing down his cheeks. “I’m talking about-” Shiro pulled at his hair in frustration. “Isn’t this what you wanted? For us to break up because I’ve been horrible to you-”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Lance took hold of Shiro’s hands and gripped it tight.

“Isn’t this the honey before the hatchet? First you act nice to me then you break up with me?”

“Wha- Who told you about those things?” Lance tried to sound calm and collected, but dee down he was shaking.

“Keith. When I asked him why you were acting strange, he told me about it.” Shiro sniffed, “i don’t blame you though. I understand. With the way I acted, I’d break up with me too.”

“Fuckin Keith.” Lance seethed, “I told him to distract you, to give you something that will take your mind off things, not let you boil with thoughts of breaking up!” Now it was lance’s turn to pull at his hair.

“I don’t understand?” Shiro wiped at his tears.

Lance sighed, visibly calming himself down with deep breaths.

“Takashi Shirogane,” he said, “you are the man of my dreams, who I truly care for and love and am not breaking up wiith. I have had boyfriends and girlfriends before, but no one comes as close as the way you make me feel. You make me feel like I hang the moon and the stars. You make me feel so damn special that sometimes I have to pinch myself to remember that this is true, that I have someone who loves me so much that he was willing to give up his favorite sweat shirt.”

Tears continued to flow but for a different reason. Is Lance doing what Shiro thinks he’s doing?

“You make me so happy with just a smile or a laugh. You don’t know how ecstatic I am to see you everyday, to wake up next to you. To be the first and last person I see everyday. When you make me breakfast and pick me up after work. When you kiss me, make love to me. Shiro I love you. I love you with every fibre of my being. I love you with everything I have and all I can offer.”

Lance’s voice wavered, but he only gripped Shiro’s hands tighter.

“With the stars and the sea as my witness,” Lance did what Shiro refused but hoped he’d do, he bent down on one knee. “I promise to always be by your side. To listen to you, to love you no matter what. I will do my best to support you with every endeavor, to be the constant that you can always count on. You are my happiness, my dream, my love. I offer you my heart and my soul, Takashi Shirogane.”

Lance lifted a small velvet box off his coat pocket and opened it in front of Shiro.

Shiro gasped. His knees finally gave out under him and his arms flew to wrap around Lance’s shoulders. “Yes!”

“Shiro, I haven’t asked the question yet.” Lance laughed, the tension leaving his shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” He stood up, his hands shaking against his cheeks. Shiro sniffed, his smile permanently pasted on his face it seems.

“Takashi-“

“Yes!“

“Dammit Shiro, let me ask the bloody question!“ Lance chuckled through his tears.

“Sorry. Continue.“

“Takashi Shirogane-“

Shiro opened his mouth.

“If you interrupt me again, so help me god, I won’t put a ring on it.“

Shiro closed his mouth immediately, excitement coursing through his body.

“Takashi Shirogane, will you marry me?“

“YES!“ Shiro tackled him to the sand, the waves effectively soaking through their suits. His arms were around Lance, hugging him tight. They were both laughing and spitting out the salty sea water that were on their mouths. “yes, yes, a million times yes!“ Shiro whispered against Lance’s ear.

“Give me your hand then. I don’t want the ring to be lost in the waves.“ Lance took hold of Shiro’s hand and placed the ring on his finger. “A perfect fit.“

“I love you Lance McClain.“ Shiro laid his forehead against his. They were both sitting on the sand, the water soaking them, but both didn’t care.

“I love you Takashi Shirogane.�� Lance leaned back and turned to the direction of the restaurant, “HE SAID YES!” he shouted.

Various cheers from the crowd erupted, Shiro was sure he heard Keith cheer the loudest.

Shiro grabbed Lance by the collar and kissed him. Shiro didn’t know if the salt he tasted were of sea water or their tears, he found out didn’t mind at all.

So what do you think? Was this fluffy enough? Did this made up for the fact that I was late for the first day? :D

#shance #voltron #shancefluffweek #shancefluff2017

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