my mood was at a 5-ish like twenty minutes ago when there was one girl sitting and studying at the table across from the staff desk at the library i work at. then another girl came in and kissed the first girl on the cheek before sitting down next to her and my mood jumped to a solid 7 seeing gay pda. then the second girl stole the first girl’s snapback and started playing with it and then turned it inside out and placed it back on her girlfriend’s head and the first girl pretended not to notice while holding back giggles and then the second girl whispered “i love you so much” and my mood hit a 10. @ all gay people doing gay things in public thank you
listen to The Fourth of July by Fall Out Boy and try not to think about s4 klance..
And I’m starting to forget Just what summer ever meant to you What did it ever mean to you?
honestly, if i were lance, i’d be really hurt by what keith did in this season. did lance being his stability/right-hand man mean anything if keith could–and wanted to–walk away from them so easily? not only that, but even though lance tried to talk to keith about his own insecurities (albeit indirectly), keith didn’t offer lance the same. this meant that lance didn’t have the opportunity to talk to keith about it, and either convince him to stay, or come to terms with his decision to leave.
also, lance’s expression during the group hug really stood out to me.
shiro and allura are happy for keith, pidge and hunk and coran are crying dramatically, and lance…lance looks strained. like he’s holding something back that he thinks he’s never going to have the chance to say now.
because he probably feels rather rejected in that moment, i’m guessing he’s inclined to assume he wasn’t a good enough right-hand man/friend/etc. rather than call keith out for not communicating with and being there for his team. the latter was the approach that lance took as keith’s right-hand man, but it clearly didn’t…do much, in the long run.
BOOK MEME:1⁄5Books /// [ Beauty Queens ] Libba Bray
“There was something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping. They were becoming. They were.”