Okay but I just?? love them so much???? hosting a potluck and inviting people they don’t know very well just because they can, always supporting Steven’s interests even if they don’t fully understand the whole gem thing, talking highly of Lars and inviting him to things despite not really knowing him, making Sadie feel welcome and just?? they’re so nice and?? i love how they’re still considered the “cool” kids despite having a few weird interests (like. they drive around in a pizza van) i just rlly love them okay
Ok, Voltron Time Travel Alternate Reality Scenario:
(Don’t think too hard about this, I have no theoretical knowledge of time travel. I’m just making shit up.)
The paladins are in their late 20s, and find themselves having to go back to canon time because of mission that requires two Voltrons.
They are trying to interact with their younger selves as little possible but they know they have to complete this mission but is weird because they, well their younger selves, remember them being there. Slav insists that statistically this is ok.
During a down moment, when they should be sleeping, Older Keith and Lance are standing on the deck alone, looking out into space and Keith looks worried.
Lance says, “Hey man, what’s up?”
“This is messed up. I feel like I am living some weird Deja-view. How can I be remembering something that hasn’t happened yet? I am worried about the implications of this mission? What if we alter this past too much and our future, I mean our now even, is different? What if we mess up? What if we lose Voltron? What if I lose you?”
Lance pulls Keith into a tight hug and then looks him in the eye.
“Those are a lot of what-ifs, Keith. Where’s my Mister One Mission at a time?”
“Well, this feels like several missions at a time. That’s the problem.”
“Look at it this way, our reality, our now, is because of what we did in this past. We can’t predict the future, and ultimately even though we are here, we can’t alter the past because it all ready happened. Our memories of what we did, is what we are going to do. This all ready happened. I’m not worried. We already won this.”
“I hope you’re right. Our regular reality is too important to me.”
“You’re important to me too,” Lance smiles at Keith fondly, lifts his chin and kisses him tenderly.
Keith watches as this sweet nostalgia falls over Lance’s face.
Lance says, “I just remembered something.”
“This is my favourite kiss.”
Keith blushes, “Why this one?”
Lance looks over his shoulder and nods towards the door.