Why don’t I see anyone talking about the “We’re brothers” scene?
(forgive my crappy screen shots)
^These here are where Hunk is saying “We’re brothers man.I love you guys”
Look at Keith’s face in the first one, he’s shocked and surprised by getting hugged (as anyone might be from spontaneously being hugged) and probably also a little shocked at being told that he’s like a brother to Hunk.
Because as we learned from Keith’s vlog, he kind of expects people to leave him, and so just think how important that would mean to him.
But do you remember what Keith says right after that?
“G-forces mess with your head a little bit?” (Why is Shiro crossing the screen at this moment?? he’s blocking my shot, and also I feel like this means something for staging and stuff but i don’t know what :/)
Like, how sad is it that when Keith hears someone say that they’re like a brother to him and that they love him, he immediately thinks that something is affecting that person’s thoughts in that moment??
And then Hunk replies that “yeah, maybe (the g-forces are messing with his head) a little bit, it’s been a long day”.
Look at Keith’s face at the end. Do you think that for a moment he really hoped that Hunk had truly meant what he said? That he wanted Hunk to say that No the G-forces weren’t messing with his head, and that he could be loved and considered a brother by this group of people?
(Also look at the fact that even after Hunk releases them from the hug and puts his arms back, Keith still has his arm behind Hunk in a partial hug? Even Lance had moved out of the hug. LOOK AT HOW MUCH KEITH JUST REALLY ACTUALLY WANTS TO BE HUGGED)
But then as Keith starts to get up he’s slightly smiling again, and I bet you that he’s thinking something along the lines of “Well at least he thought I was a brother for a minute, and maybe, who knows, these people might actually stick around and care about me”.
He also probably thought that they’d have to stick around in order to form voltron and be defenders of the universe and so they CAN’T leave him and that’s why he got so upset at Pidge wanting to leave, because the people who were supposed to stick around with him are still leaving him… :’(
Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.
“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.”
The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.
“Did you want something?”
“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.
And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.
“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”
“I want my friends to come visit.”
Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”
“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”
Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge.
“I see. For how long?”
“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”
Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”
I want my friends…friends…how often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables.
“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”
Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”
Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”
“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”
“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”
“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”
“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”
Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click.
Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front.
Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.
“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”
@ all the bts fans who are homophobic: y'all do realize that bts has spoken out about lgbt issues before right??? like if they knew you were saying this shit they wouldn’t like you, they wouldn’t want to be near you, or want to date you like you think will happen in whatever het fantasy world you live in. long story short, they’d think you’re gross and I think you’re gross too!!!!!
Since it’s pride month, let this post serve as a not-so-subtle reminder to unfollow me if you’re an ace exclusionist, TERF, truscum, or anything that’s against the LGBT community, because otherwise, I will block you if I catch you interacting with my posts/blog in any way.
As for anyone else, who’s not absolute scum: I hope you all enjoy this month dedicated to you, you’re great the way you are. 🏳️🌈
here’s the second of the two commissions i asked the amazing awesome talented superstar inspiration man @earthprincewu to do for me!!! it’s my very first D&D oc, Gaktial!!!
she’s a half-orc barbarian with a love for gold and for doing things her way, blunt but loyal to a fault. she looks so adorable and amazing and beautiful and everything i wanted in his style!!! i love her expressions too because she’d def do those!!!! and i love how everything is honestly!!!!! thank you thank you thank you toby so so much for the two lovely pieces!!!!!!!!!
I just want the confidence of Anatole… Like just imagine someone saying “Let’s get to know each other by giving a quick summary of ourselves” and you just stand up raise a shot glass and proudly proclaim “I’m hot”