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If Lance ever betrays the paladdins (and I hope to God he does if he just spends all of season 3 squawking and moaning every time Keith and Allura make eyes at each other)

Imagine him fighting against Pidge. She tries to dodge his attacks, but he moves with terrifying speed with lethal accuracy. Before she knows it, she’s shot and bleeding on the floor. He sneers down at her
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this, Katie!” He spits her name out like it’s acid.
“I can’t tell you how many times I asked myself why I always stepped in to protect a snot-nosed brat like you whenever you mouthed off at the garrison”
He jams the end of his rifle into the wound on her shoulder and grins at the sound of her scream.
“Why was I putting my neck out for a scumbag who thought they were too good to give me so much as the time of day, outside the simulater?”
He stops smirking and rams the weapon deeper
“Do you have any idea what it’s like to work your ass off for something and be told every third second that you don’t deserve it?”
His eyes turn murky from the memory and he fires the gun on reflex, and blood is rapidly pooling on the floor, mixing with Lance’s tears of rage.
“AND THEN YOU FIND OUT THAT SOME GIRL GOT INTO THE GARRISON JUST TO PLAY MULAN, WITHOUT ANY TROUBLE WHATSOEVER, WHILE YOU HAD TO BE CONSTANTLY REMINDED THAT EVEN AFTER WORKING TOOTH AND NAIL, YOU ONLY MADE THE CUT BECAUSE SOME LOSER WITH A MULLET WANTED TO PLAY CONSPIRACY THEORIST?”
He pulls his mouth back into a distorted grimace and repositions the rifle so that he’s aiming for her head.
“If I had to paint the floor with anybody’s brain matter, Id prefer it to be Keith’s. But until I’ve got his freaky subhuman self in my sights, I’ll make do with you”

Data

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

Pidge ft this really cute outfit I saw on my dash (plus the model was cute too)

Things I Want In Voltron Season Three

-Lance gets some more screen time/character development/resolved insecurities
-Shiro SAFE AND ABLE TO REST FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE
-Pidge’s family in the castle, safe and sound
-More quality Hunk baking, and some more Hunk and Shay moments
-Keith holding his bayard in one hand and his Blade of Marmora in the other as he fights (like Kirito from SAO with the dual wielding)
-Prince Lotor with fabulous hair
-Klance please