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aro-paladin-pidge · 1 year
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I can finally make polls!
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savethisnewwriter · 1 year
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Season 6 of Voltron: Legendary Defender done. Thanks guys for telling me in advance what a disappointment it was gonna be. I hate it. It's as if Lotor underwent trauma- descent into madness- killer arc all in one episode and boom! Conveniently dead as well. Thank you writers. I hate it now.
I think I'm happy writing My Shotor fics in ao3. Don't need no canon to ruin me mental health more🥹
(They did to Lotor what GOT apparently also did to Dany)
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grimreapersnuisance · 4 months
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Keith if he was included in the Monsters & Mana game in S6E3
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rulesofdisorder · 5 months
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thinking about voltron in the year 2023 i know i know BUT i can’t stop thinking about how the creators caught on to the fact that we caught on to the klance queerbaiting so they had the masterclass idea to introduce NEW queerbaiting with shiro and adam and we fell for it AGAIN despite ALL OF THE SIGNS
i still can’t believe it. they announced that shiro was gay and had a fiancé at a con, made the only scene between the two of them a breakup scene, and THEN they had adam die offscreen and just played a flashback of it right before shiro got back to earth. insanity. i’ve thought about this every day for weeks.
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voltronmemes · 8 months
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bleh1bleh2 · 7 months
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I was thinking about voltron so much today that during class I took more notes about voltron than actual notes </3
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Keith had never believed people when they told him that dogs were not intelligent creatures. Growing up, he’d heard the same thing over and over again — dogs don’t have very big brain capacity, they could understand commands to a degree but not follow a conversation, et cetera, et cetera. Keith, stubborn as he was and is, remained steadfast in his belief that they were all wrong. Then he was 20, in space, part of Voltron, he found that he was right. Dogs are smart.
His dog, especially, is very intelligent.
Now, some people might assume that he has come to this conclusion because his dog is excellent at following commands. Or maybe because Kosmo was one of his only sources of company, on that space whale, so perhaps Keith believed they could converse. A more logical person might assume that Keith has observed Kosmo to be intelligent because, perhaps, he is an alien, and therefore not technically a dog.
They would all be incorrect. Keith knows his dog is intelligent because his dog is the most spiteful little shit he’s ever met.
Don’t get him wrong — Kosmo is the goodest boy in the universe. Keith now fully understands all those John Wick movies — if someone hurt Kosmo, Keith would go feral. He would go batshit insane. He’d kill some people. He loves his dog.
His dog is still a motherfucker.
Not once, in the two years they were on that space whale, did Kosmo follow even one of his commands. ‘Sit?’ No. ‘Stop jumping on people?’ Don’t kid yourself. ‘Please stop screaming at the moon in the dead of night when I’m trying to sleep?’ Forget it. ‘Fetch?’ In your fucking dreams. At first, Keith was like, okay. Whatever, you know? Maybe alien dogs don’t do commands. Maybe Kosmo doesn’t speak English. Krolia tried a few commands in Galran, to no effect. Eventually, he and Krolia gave up. It was fine. Kosmo was a pretty well behaved dog when he wanted to be, which was occasionally. He just didn’t follow commands — he can’t! He’s incapable.
And then Kosmo met Lance, and Keith knew his dog was a dirty liar.
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“—as soon as they get back, we need to —”
Lance’s loud gasp cuts off what Keith is trying to say, so Keith turns towards him, a reprimand prepared on his tongue, only for words to fail him. Lance is staring at the space behind Keith, dark brown eyes wide and elated, beam so bright Keith feels the force of it settle heavily in his bone marrow.
“Is that a puppy?!”
Upon hearing the call, Kosmo perks right up, tail wagging so fast it blurs, and bounds right over to Lance.
All 200 pounds of him, full speed, straight towards Lance, who is scrawny as a string bean and maybe 120 pounds soaking wet.
Keith foresees some injuries.
“Wait, Kosmo, no jumping —”
Kosmo, of course, does not heed Keith’s command, and is far too fast for Krolia to grab hold of him. He continues to barrel towards the Cuban, and Keith feels time slow as Kosmo zooms forward. He squeezes his eyes shut, knowing poor Lance is going to go flying, and dammit he was going to be so mad at Keith —
“Down, boy.”
Keith blinks his eyes open only to see, right clearly in front of him, his traitor of a dog sitting, patiently, in front of Lance. Tail wagging and tongue lolling out in a big doggy grin.
Keith’s jaw drops. He hears Krolia mutter incredulously behind him.
“Oh, who’s a good, strong, well-behaved boy, huh?” Lance coos, dropping to his knees in front of Kosmo in order to adequately shower him in affection. “You are the sweetest, most wonderfullest dog in the universe, aren’t you?”
Kosmo howls.
“Aren’t you?”
Kosmo howls louder, batting his head forwards — gently! So fucking gently! Keith had never seen that little brat be gentle even once in his life! Once, Kosmo had tackled Keith right into a pile of rocks! He’d gotten a concussion! — in glee. Lance laughs, bright and loud, and Keith flushes in spite of his frustration.
“What’s your name, boy, huh?”
“Kosmo,” Keith answers weakly, because the dog can’t damn well do it himself (unless he has some other abilities he’s been hiding, the fucker).
“Kosmo, please know I love you more than anything ever,” Lance says, ignoring Hunk’s offended ‘hey!’ in the background.
Lance pays him no mind and continues to lavish Kosmo with love, and Kosmo eats it all up as if he’s been starved. As if Keith has not provided him with hourly smooches and cuddles since he was a literal baby.
Traitor.
After several minutes of Keith staring in incredulous (and, okay, perhaps affectionate) silence, Krolia clears her throat.
“Urgent business, Keith,” she reminds him.
“Oh, uh, right —”
Keith goes on to explain the crisis with Lotor, emphasizing the danger they’re all in, but he’s — distracted. Suddenly he wishes he hadn’t cut Lance off earlier, wishes he had given him the hug he asked for. Keith swallows, throat dry.
He’ll make it up to him.
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He doesn’t really get to apologise to Lance, not in the way that he’d like. They’re just so busy, so chaotic, in between dealing with Lotor and losing the Castle and getting the real Shiro back — it’s just been a mess. Not that it’s an excuse, but it’s at least a reason.
Finally, though, a few weeks after the Lotor Incident, everyone is nicely settled on a planet, ready to camp for the night.
Keith, now starting to get comfortable again in his role as leader (with a lot of help from Lance, which shouldn’t make his heart pound and face light up with a pleased flush but does anyway because he’s a whipped loser, unfortunately), assigns everyone with a task, then sets about scouring the area to make sure they’ll be safe to sleep for the night.
When he comes back, area secured, he’s surprised to find himself alone at the campsite. The others must be taking their time, maybe doing chores together and chatting. That’s fine. They’ve got nowhere to be.
“Here, boy, you wanna try something new?”
Apparently not Lance, though. Keith jogs over to where he heard Lance’s voice, only to find him crouching in front of Kosmo, holding a decently sized stick from the pile of firewood he’s gathered behind him. Keith snorts. Lance may have more luck getting Kosmo to listen than the rest of them, but fetch is a lost cause.
“Don’t waste your breath, Lance,” Keith calls, startling the Cuban a little. “Kosmo doesn’t do fetch.”
Lance rolls his eyes, corners of his lips quirking up. “Animals tend to listen to me. I think I can do it.”
“I dunno. Kosmo is the stubbornest bitch I’ve ever met, next to you,” Keith teases.
Lance scoffs, but he’s grinning. “Oh, okay, Mr. I-Tried-To-Fight-Zarkon-With-My-Fists.”
Keith laughs. He’s missed this — their banter, the teasing, the poorly-covered affection. He’s missed Lance.
“Yeah, yeah, Cargo Pilot. Go ahead. Try it.”
Lance’s grin turns sharp, and Keith swallows. Somehow, someway, in his time away, he’d forgot how sexy Lance is when he’s being cocky.
“Watch and learn, Dropout.”
Without another beat he’s turning back towards Kosmo, who looks smugly (damn dog) at Keith before turning wide, falsely-innocent eyes towards his new best friend.
“Are you ready, sweet boy?” Lance coos, and Kosmo barks excitedly, hopping around.
“Okay, buddy! See this stuck here?”
He holds the stick out towards Kosmo, who sniffs it. Lance praises him heavily, reaching into his pocket and tossing him a treat.
“Yes, that’s right! Good boy!”
Kosmo yips, and Lance smiles, patting his head. “Now, here’s the next part — when I move the stick, you’re gonna follow it, okay?”
Lance slowly and gently moves the stick as far as he can to his left, keeping a hold on it, and Kosmo follows it dutifully.
Keith feels that earlier incredulousness bubbling back up. No fucking way.
“Excellent, Kosmo! Good job!” Lance gives him another treat, making Kosmo’s tail wag faster.
“Okay, buddy, last step: I’m gonna throw the stick, and then you’re gonna go bring it back for me, okay? And then you can have another treat. You ready?”
Kosmo honest-to-God nods, and Lance draws the stick back, before launching forward with a good amount of strength.
“Go fetch, Kosmo!”
Kosmo bounds after the stick immediately, howling loudly as he does. Keith’s jaw drops.
“No way!”
Lance smirks at him. “Yes way. Told ya.”
“Fuck off, it doesn’t count unless he bring it back, and he won’t.”
He fucking better not, the little asshole. Keith tried to teach him fetch for three goddamn months.
No sooner do the words leave his mouth does Kosmo come tearing across the field, stick clamped firmly in his jaws. He skids to a stop in front of Lance, dropping the stick at his feet, then sits, tongue lolling out expectantly.
“Oh, Kosmo, you’re so smart! Good, good boy!”
Lance gives him his treat, which Kosmo devours, and then the damn dog turns toward Keith, huffs, and prances off with his snout in the air. As if he’s the one who’s been offended.
Lance cackles. Keith sputters.
“Why — he just — that little turd!”
Keith’s indignance makes Lance laugh harder, hunching over and clutching his waist.
“Y — your face —”
Keith can’t bring himself to be truly mad, not in the direct presence of Lance’s musical laughter.
Doesn’t stop him from putting Lance in a headlock and fucking up his hair, though. Keith may be in love with him, but he has some dignity left, and he’s not gonna stand there, moony-eyes, as someone laughs at him. (Is he going to high dreamily about it later? …Possibly.)
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Later, in his tent, Kosmo sprawled on top of him, Keith sighs, dragging a hand down his face. He keeps his other hand where is is, scratching Kosmo under the chin.
“Is this because I told you stories about mostly Lance on the space whale?” he whispers. “Is that why you listen to him?”
Kosmo turns his big round eyes towards Keith, blinking slowly. Obviously, he doesn’t answer.
“I think it is. I think I said the name Lance too often when you were a puppy, and it hardwired into your brain, or something.”
Kosmo leans over a licks a long, wet stripe up Keith’s face, making him laugh and shove him away. “Gross, you goober. Now I got slobber all over my face. Ugh.”
He still leans forward and plants a big kiss on his dumb dog’s forehead, even if that dog is a slobbery traitor who does not deserve Keith’s kisses. (Who is he kidding. Kosmo could body slam Keith off a cliff and he’d still give him as many kisses as he wants. Keith loves his dog.)
“Turncoat,” he mutters into think fur. “You’re supposed to be my best friend, but with all the simping you’re doing for Lance he’s gonna like you better than me, and then I don’t get a chance.”
He huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes at himself. “God, I need to go to sleep.”
He presses another kiss to Kosmo’s head before collapsing backwards, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.
He dreams of him and Lance and Kosmo, in a house of their own, overlooking the ocean.
Maybe someday.
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fulltimecatwitch · 1 year
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just found out my man Shiro was dead for 4 whole seasons
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My Roomie: *loading Netflix and pausing on VLD. The trailer starts, shows Keith being the Black Paladin*
My Roomie: Keith becomes the black paladin?? 
me: Oh dear....this retwatch will be brutal 
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jankwritten · 1 year
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SOBBING how they all immediately start treating Keith like he's suddenly a different person.....hate this for him....
I think it's very funny that the show set up both Shiro AND Keith as potential love interests for Allura in the early seasons (giving them both solo-missions alone with her, giving them both little side plots/quirks that connect them kinda thing) and giving Lance absolutely nothing. i never watched past season 4 so i hope they Stopped That in later seasons.
It is interesting to see that Keith is next to never portrayed as being "girl crazy" in any way, him or Shiro (this early in the show they can't have had the idea to make Shiro gay yet). Like, Hunk and Lance both constantly fall all over themselves over pretty girls (Lance, duh, but Hunk with Shay and whatnot) but Keith is always left out of it. I'm still hung up on this whole "canonical ages" thing too so it makes me wonder if that's meant to be a hint - like Lance/Hunk are still in the 15/16/17 age range where they're a little more immature whereas Keith/Shiro are closer to the 19/20/21 age range where they're more mature. Shiro is obviously the eldest - he's least likely to get drawn into shenanigans, but he does still sometimes (the spore fight before the Olkari, when they're all making gunfire noises at one point) which to me reads as someone who's still not quite solidly settled into being an adult yet, which reads as younger twenties, not mid twenties.
IDK. I really love figuring this kind of shit out based only on like, context clues, but I also understand that everyone's got different ideas for what means what, and I've never really been one to understand ages and different maturity levels anyway.
I think that Shiro is the eldest as 21-23, Keith is the second oldest at 19/20, and then Lance/Hunk are 16/17 and Pidge (who I DID just type as Bitch accidentally whoops sorry Pidge I love you so much) is the youngest at 14/15. This is based partially on the SUPPOSEDLY canonical ages from that one unconfirmed paladins guide thing, and my own thoughts on how the characters interact/their demonstrated maturity levels. Plus - Keith says "you're like a brother to me" to Shiro, which I think demonstrates they're closer in age. He'd have said father or mentor if Shiro was that much older than him - Keith sees Shiro as somebody he can look up to, but also somebody he can goof around with and whatnot.
Perhaps the thing with me always fucking around with ages in Percy Jackson has started to rub off on me, so now I'm trying to do it in other fandoms too WHOOPS. Oh well. This is my truth, and this is how I perceive their ages - at least in seasons 1-2 since that's as far as I've gotten. I know there's some fuckiness with Keith later on.
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sporesgalaxy · 2 years
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i went and asked a friend how much leo acted like lance, and fae said he acted exacty like him
and lance is blue, so while hes not voiced by ben, he would be a perfect fit
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nejishadow · 2 years
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First piece of really old art I finished was this Matt from a sketchpage cause I liked his hair. Didn’t change a ton just cause I wanted to see how odd it would look. A little odd I think
Tried out some lighting and quickly gave up, but included it in case you wanted to see it anyways lol. There was only one other small thing on the page worth finishing so that’ll also go in the queue.
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thesnakethatmarches · 2 years
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Seasons 1-3 of voltron >>>> seasons 7/8 of voltron
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chambers003 · 2 days
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ok i have a binge free trial for a week
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icypantherwrites · 5 days
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A Fight He Didn't Want (April 21, 2024)
“I’m sorry,” Lance’s breath was warm on the back of his ear. “I’m sorry, Keith. That you had to do that. I, I know it must have been so hard and… and scary.” He let out a huff. “I know I’d be scared.”
Lance’s arms tightened.
“But… but no matter how hard it was and how scared you were… you did it. You brought Shiro back, Keith. You saved him. He’s… he’s going to be okay now, because of you. He did listen to you when, when he couldn’t hear any of us."
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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: people who don’t like the later seasons of Voltron are wrong and don’t know how to have a good time
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