keith majors

DANCE MAJORS AU. (Part 1, Part 1.5, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3 finale) 
Contemporary Ballet Dancer Shiro is someone everyone admires and basically Everyone’s Crush™ but he already have his eyes set on a certain new hip-hop dancer recruit next door who’s always wearing red. He doesn’t have the guts to ask him out–at all. However, he asks if he could teach him hip-hop dancing. 

Redbubble Shop

Not Now

Who would have that that this is the way he would go?

It was a mission they could handle. They had been assured that many a time. So, why had it all gone so wrong?


Lance and Keith had been tasked in going on ahead to scope out the ship, and make sure that it was truly empty as they had assumed it to be.

But maybe that was their first mistake.


The two Paladins had realized things were too quiet when they had found there to be no traps whatsoever. There had to be at least some traps in all of this.

“Keith, i-it’s too quiet here. Something’s wrong here.” Lance whispered, body taught as he looked everywhere he could. Not having anything happen was worse than having something happen.

“Yea, I agree. Maybe we should - ” Keith would have continued, but a soft ‘woosh’ through the air next to his head alerted him.

“Shit - !” He wheezed, turning his head to follow the arrow-like object, only to see, in a sort of slow motion, the object make its way straight toward his partner.


The Blue Paladin had turned to see what had caught Keith’s attention, but felt the air rush out of him quickly.

He fell backwards, not quite able to tell what had happened. All he knew right now was that something hurt like the hottest flames of hell in his chest.


The Red Paladin ran for his fallen friend, sliding on his knees next to him. He picked him partially up gently, laying his torso in his lap as his eyes glanced from spot to spot over him.

“Lance, holy shit, are you okay?!” He breathed before his eyes came to rest on the arrow lodged deep into Lance’s chest. It had just barely missed its target - just slightly below his heart.


The edges of his vision were beginning to get hazy. He knew where he was - kinda - but thought it strange that it was warm.


Floors are cold. So …


He was in Keith’s lap. Well then. At least he was warm now. Screw cold floors, he liked this much better.

He heard mumbles. A voice? Oh, Keith. Right.

Dazed, Lance looked up at Keith, blinking before his vision cleared a little bit. He looked - scared? Were those tears??


Said Keith was in fact beginning to cry as he held Lance.

The arrow was too far in to try and get out without causing major bleeding. And he was afraid that if he tried to get Lance back to the castle to a healing pod, that it would take too much time.

But he had to do something. He couldn’t just let him die. Not now. Not in his arms.


The Blue Paladin could tell he was fading. His insides hurt way too much for there not to be something wrong.

“Keith?” He asked, his usually loud and boisterous voice now scarily quiet.

“Keith … am I - am I dying?”


“No. You’re not gonna die. I’m gonna get you out of here, safe, and very much alive.” Keith rattled off, glancing around to see what he could use to possibly help them.

And to his great luck, there was fucking nothing.


“Keith …” Lance whispered, even quieter now. The rest of his thoughts were interrupted by his own coughing, which led to blood coming up.

It splattered over his armor, the deep red a stark contrast to the slightly dirty and offset white it normal was. The blue of his symbol was tainted with the blood.

“K-Keith … I-I’m not gonna make it, am I?” He sighed, sagging a little as he began to accept his fate.

He was going to die here. In Keith’s arms. On a supossedly abandoned Galra ship.

What a boring way to go.


Keith felt his blood boil.

“Don’t you *dare* give up on me, McClain. I am going to get your sorry ass out of here, whether you believe it or not.” He spat, coming to the conclusion that it may have to be their best bet to just bring Lance back to the castle.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, okay? You’re gonna live, a-and, you’ll get to see your family again. Cuba, right? Veradero Beach?” Keith tried, hoping to instill some motivation into the fading Blue Paladin.


Wow, Keith was really pretty, wasn’t he?

“Keith, you have r-really pretty eyes, ya know that?” He pondered, voice barely there now. His eyelashes were fluttering as he fought to keep his eyes open.

But he just wanted to sleep. Sleep sounded nice right now. Maybe he could just take a little nap …


A blush filtered to Keith’s cheeks.

“Wh-What? What’re you saying right now?” He rushed out. He was getting worse.

Oh god he was closing his eyes.

“Lance. Lance, stay with me buddy. Stay awake for me, okay? Please.” He pleaded, gently tapping Lance’s cheek to try and wake him up.


Man, Keith was really warm. His hand too. Oh, that was nice.

He leaned into the touch, smiling softly as his eyes closed once more.

“Y’re s’ w'rm, Keith~” He hummed, voice unbelievably soft. He felt comfy, and safe.

He was always safe with Keith.



Keith could feel himself losing it. He was scrambling to keep Lance awake, but he knew it was a losing battle at this point.

“L-Lance, no. Come on …” He muttered, eyes wide as they began to tear up again.

He couldn’t lose someone else. Not now.

But it might be the sad truth at this point.


Lance’s vision was darkening. It had been, but now he could really tell. It felt like the lights had been turned out.

“Keith?” He asked, one last time, slowly curling into the warm chest plate of said Paladin. He winced at the pain in his chest deepening.

“Keith … tell my family I love them, 'kay? A-And the others. I -” More blood spit up, but more came with the hacks this time. His vision went darker.

“I love you, too.” He whispered, opening his eyes as much as he could to get one last good look at Keith.

The sleek black hair hidden under a helmet looked like the night sky. The violet eyes reminded him of a sunset on the ocean.

He reached a hand up, and cupped Keith’s face ever so gently.

“I love you.”


No. No no no no. No. He refused. He refused to have Lance die in his arms.

His breath hitched at the confession. God damn it. This idiot had the worst possibly timing.

“Lance - I … I love you too.” He choked out, tears coming full force now as he cradled Lance in his arms.

The tears stung badly, and he leaned into the gently touch, laying his own hand overtop Lance’s.

“Don’t leave me. P-Please.” He sobbed, tears now falling onto Lance’s visor and face as he wept.


Keith was so pretty. Even when he cried.

“I’ll see ya later, Keith. And then … th-then we can be together, yea?” He sighed out, his breaths more raspy and of less oxygen now.

He could feel himself going. It was … peaceful.


“S-See ya 'round, K-Keith …” were Lance’s last words before his body finally sagged, now lifeless.

Keith would never see those beautiful blue eyes sparkle as he talked about Earth.

He would never see that stunning smile take over when he looked at him.

He would never be able to kiss those plump cinnamon lips, and would never hear them utter those three words again.


No one spoke that night as Keith came back, carrying the fallen Paladin in his arms.

No one spoke of the tears running down Keith’s face.

No one spoke of the heartbreak they all felt.

No one spoke of how Keith cried himself to sleep, gripping an olive green jacket to his curled up form.

DISCUSS 2: electric boogaloo

as a gay guy i can Sense these things but: discuss

here are some university hc’s !! 

- keith is a dance major

- lance is an art major

- they meet bc lance visits allura one day at her studio and he sees keith doing some rlly cool contemporary dance ?? and ever since he’s been like oO H BOY MY BI IS SHOWING

- keith normally hates dancing in front of people bc it makes him nervous but he doesn’t mind lance watching

- lance comes in to do anatomy studies and he generally uses keith as his model

- when he sees the sketches he’s so gay and happy like ?? oh shit the cute artist drew me im dying shiro help

- allura never hears the end of lance’s pining, shiro has the same fate with keith

- when keith gets a new outfit to dance in [ one similar to blade of marmora ] he wears it when he knows lance will be there and he just smirks when he sees how red he is

- lance finally gets the courage to ask keith out and they’re both v blushy and shy despite being in college

NIK in Sepia …

It has been a while since I blogged a fashion shot and as someone who loves fashion – I think I am more than due!!!

This is actually a candid, behind the scenes shot captured while assisting the ever-talented Keith Majors with a shoot featuring NIK Pace most famously known for Season 5 of America’s Next Top Model. She was the runner-up, but from photographing and meeting her – I’d say she’s a total winner.

I love this shot. Actually, most of the candids captured during fashion shoots become instant favorites as they provide insight, at least for me, into the heart of the person. She is truly reflective, beautiful and sweet.

The awesome photo on the wall may look familiar – it was taken by Keith Majors:)

International stylist Daryon Haylock is responsible for this fierce look. 


cursed discourse, completely wrong: i don’t like klance because Lance is abusive

good discourse: i don’t like klance because it’s a stereotypical, boring dynamic that has been played a million times before and a majority of klance content plays into various homophobic and racist tropes

best discourse: i don’t like klance because keith is a major source of lances insecurities that have been ingrained in him for a long time, probably a few years. while this isn’t exactly keiths fault, he continues to feed into it without thinking. it also ensures that an unhealthy competition will be present in their relationship, romantic or otherwise, for a long time. until they both work it out, neither of them are ready for a romantic relationship, and almost all fan content ignores this fact and lances insecurities in favor of a romanticized, unrealistic dynamic that is far from true to either character.

god tier discourse: i don’t like klance because it doesn’t have hunk


Keith Haring painting a mural on Houston Street and Bowery in Manhattan, 1982.  

This was Keith’s first major outdoor mural. It became an instant downtown landmark after Keith painted it in the summer of 1982. The mural was up for only a few months in the summer of 1982 before it was painted out but its image remains imprinted in the memory of many people who were part of the downtown artist community in the early 1980s. 

In 2008 the Keith Haring Foundation, Goldman Properties and Deitch Projects recreated the mural using the extensive photographic documentation of the original work. The work was unveiled on May 4, 2008 the day that would have been Keith Haring’s 50th Birthday .

Keith’s former collaborater, graffiti artist Anel Oritz (LA II) contributed by tagging the wall and filling in the negative space with an intricate black interlocking pattern.

The recreation was on display until 2009.

anonymous asked:

hello! i hope youre doing well today. i understand that you have been very busy and you probably have DOZENS of requests in your inbox, but i was wondering if you could write up something detailing single dad shiro handling bby keith's first major temper tantrum? please feel free to take as much time as you need or refuse outright, i understand! i love your work either way!!!

Hello! What a lovely message and this made me so happy to read this! Haha, no I only got some messages today and yesterday but thank you dearie! This makes me so happy. Aw what a good prompt to do; this one was hard but it’s actually more of a memory I have of a younger sibling who was like this when they were younger, as an autistic child. Thank you so much for such a lovely message and I hope you enjoy this! I love all the prompts/asks you guys send in! Enjoy!


              Keith was not happy, no sir, he was not.

              First, he’d woken up late and his dad had to rush him in order to get to school on time. Then at school he realized that he had forgotten to pack his sweet snack so all he had was a plain, boring lunch. Then he’d gotten yelled at for fighting with another kid for teasing Hunk. And finally, his daddy had been late picking him up because of work.

              Overall, his day was rough and Keith was not looking forward to it ending. After all, why should the day jut end after everything that Keith had been through. He was still in a dark mood by the time that dinner finally rolled around and Shiro was starting to catch on.

              Shiro knew that Keith would have bad days every now and again. He knew that a regular day for Keith was much harder than for others, so bad days were always going to be worse. It was on days like this that Shiro wished he could take away all of Keith’s struggles and misery, but even he knew that Keith needed to have these days in order to learn and get better. He couldn’t protect Keith from everything. Though Keith’s sour mood was much worse than it had ever been before and it was a bit worrisome for the young father.

              “Keith, aren’t you going to eat any of your dinner? It’s going to get cold.” Shiro asked gently during dinner, when Keith hadn’t taken a single bite of his food. Instead he was just pushing the food all around his plate and slapping his fork against it with a scowl on his lips. Keith snorted and continued to push his food around.

              Shiro frowned. “Keith? You need to eat. Once you finish you can go to your room. I know it’s been a tough day for you.” Shiro said softly but Keith only growled to himself and slapped at his food.

              “I wanna go now. Don’t wanna eat.” Keith said between clenched teeth. Shiro sighed wearily and continued to eat his dinner, hoping that Keith would soon follow. He couldn’t just let Keith go hungry after the day he had.

              “You need to eat something first. If you can eat a few bites for me, then you can be excused.” Shiro replied causing Keith to scowl even more.

              “No. Wanna go now.” Keith hissed and practically threw his fork across the table. It skittered across the table and fell to the floor across from him. Shiro almost choked on his dinner and dropped his own fork while Keith glowered.

              “Keith! No, do not throw your stuff. That is not okay.” Shiro said, rushing to pick the fork up. Keith only kicked his feet out, sinking down into his chair. When Shiro picked up the fork, he noticed Keith shoving his plate across the table, attempting to toss it off the table with his fork. As quick as possible, Shiro grabbed the plate, leaving Keith to scowl again.

              “Stop it right now. That is not okay. It’s rude to throw your food.” Shiro reprimanded softly and sat down with Keith’s plate and fork. Keith groaned and kicked again, this time hitting the bottom of the table. In his chair, Shiro took a breath.

              “Keith, I understand that you must be frustrated but your behavior will not help anything. I need you to please calm down for me.” Shiro made sure to keep his voice soft and calm, while Keith’s behavior only became darker.

              “No! No! No! Don’t wanna. You don’t know!” Keith hissed, voice slowly rising in volume until he was practically yelling at Shiro. Shiro swallowed, watching as Keith got more and more aggravated by the second.

              “Keith Shirogane, you will not yell at me. I am not yelling at you, so you will not yell at me, young man.” Shiro said sharply, though his voice still remained quieter than Keith’s. However, Keith kicked the table once more and balled his hands into fists.

              “No! No! Don’t yell at me!” Keith shrieked, hands balled up at his temples. Shiro sighed and tried to straighten Keith in his chair so he would not fall off. Though, once he touched Keith’s shoulder, Keith jumped back violently and jumped out of his chair.

              “Keith, I’m not yelling at you. I want you to please lower your voice.” Shiro said but Keith only stamped his foot.

              “No! Stop yelling! It’s too much. No! No! No!” Keith shrieked again and again, grabbing the ends of his hairs and pulling harshly. Shiro recognized this as one of the signs that Keith was becoming increasingly stressed and tried to keep Keith from yanking all of his hair out.

              “Keith, please, no one is yelling at you.” Shiro said, trying to grab his son’s hands only for Keith to pull away harshly. “You are the only one yelling and that is unacceptable.”

              “No! Stop it! No!” Keith yelled loudly and finally let go of his hair, once Shiro had a hold of his wrists. When he couldn’t grab his hair, Keith began to swing his legs wildly attempting to kick Shiro as hard as he could. Momentarily surprised, Shiro let go of Keith’s wrists and Keith swung wildly. Until he managed to hit Shiro on the shoulder. It was nothing and Shiro barely felt it, but he was more in disbelief that Keith had tried to hit him.

              “Leave me alone! Stop it!” Keith cried and swung again, while Shiro attempted to get out of the way.

              “Keith! No! We do not hit anyway. Even if we are mad – you know that!” Shiro said sharply and took a deep breath through his nose. “You know we do not hit.”

              “No! No! I don’t care!” Keith yelled and swung and kicked at Shiro again. Shiro managed to grab a hold of Keith’s hands again and held Keith away from his own body. Shiro was still in some disbelief that Keith was trying to hit him, actually trying.

              “You know better than that.” Shiro warned quietly, still holding Keith’s struggling body away from his own. “This is unacceptable behavior. I understand that you are upset and you would probably like to be alone, but you do not hit anyone. Not me. Not your friends. Not anyone.” Keith continued to shriek and try to hit Shiro.


              “No, no, no! It’s too much! Too much!” Keith almost whined when he started yelling at Shiro. Surprisingly, Keith’s strength wasn’t waning and he was keeping up steadily with Shiro. Shiro huffed as he attempted to keep Keith’s movements under control.

              “Keith, stop this. You do not hit! Do you want to be in trouble with me?” Shiro finally asked and pulled Keith closer. He was careful to be gentle and merely guided Keith towards him rather than yank and leave a mark. “If you cannot calm down, I’m going to send you to bed right now. No desert. No story time. No cuddles or kisses.” Shiro sighed sadly when Keith sagged and weakly kicked at Shiro.

              “No! No! Not fair!” Keith shrieked and his hands clenched up into fists again. “Not fair! Not fair!”

              “Not fair?” Shiro asked. “What’s not fair is that you’re trying to hit and kick daddy and you don’t think there is anything wrong with that. You’re trying to hurt daddy.”

              Keith struggled some more, his furious yelling turning into weak whines and whimpers. “No. No. No. No. Too much.” Keith finally croaked and Shiro’s heart cracked. He didn’t immediately draw Keith into a for a forgiving hug, because every now and again, Keith tried to kick at Shiro. He couldn’t cave in and let Keith think that this behavior was okay.

              “Too much? What’s too much?” Shiro finally asked, only for Keith to shake his head and whine. He struggled in Shiro’s grip, and Shiro finally let go for Keith to curl back onto the floor away from Shiro. He gripped at the ends of his hair and whimpered.

              “Keith? Honey, can you tell me what is too much?” Shiro asked softly, kneeling in front of Keith but careful to not actually touch the boy. Keith simply shook his head and sniffled into his arms. Shiro felt a lump in his throat.

              “Okay, you don’t have to say anything, alright? You can just nod or shake your head. Is that okay?” Shiro asked softly. After a few long seconds, Keith whined but actually gave a timid nod.

              “Okay. When you mean by too much, do you think me talking is too much right now?” Shiro asked only for Keith to shake his head quickly. “Okay, okay. Was dinner too much?” Again, Keith shook his head and whined.

              “Okay, was today too much for you?” Keith hesitated before quietly nodding and he whined again. Shiro let out a deep breath and ran his hand through his white bangs. Okay, we got something. “What about today? Was it people? A noise? Me? You?” Keith continued to nod his head repeatedly and Shiro was at a loss.

              “Can you explain?” Keith shook his head quickly. Slowly, Shiro backed off and nodded. “Okay, was it everything?”

              Keith hesitated before nodding timidly. Shiro sighed softly.

              “Alright. It was a bad day, wasn’t it?” Keith whined again and nodded causing Shiro to smile softly. “Yeah, it was a pretty bad day and I’m sorry it was all too much for you. That must have been very  hard to go through the whole day feeling like this. Are you angry?”

              Keith nodded once.

              “And upset?”

              Another nod.

              “Okay, and that’s okay. You’re allowed to be upset and angry after a bad day.” Shiro nodded more to himself than Keith. “But what’s not okay is to hit and try to hurt people, even if you’re having a bad day, do you understand?” Keith was slow in his reply but eventually he nodded firmly and Shiro could breathe a sigh of relief.

              “Okay, well, how about we come up with a sign. When you become too overwhelmed and it gets to be too much? Does that sound good?” Shiro scooted closer to Keith but refrained from touching him. Keith’s whines were dying down as were his tears and eventually he nodded. “Alright, how about you…how about you tap on your head twice, with both hands when it’s becoming too much? As a sign to say, “Daddy it’s a bad day and I need to calm down.” Okay? Then I’ll make sure you can go somewhere quiet and alone and there you can do what it takes to calm down? And if you want me to stay you let me know. How does that sound?”

              Keith eventually pulled his head from under his arms but he still didn’t look at Shiro. However, he did manage to nod a couple of times, before putting both hands on the sides of his head and tapping twice. Then he pushed his arms out towards Shiro, wanting to cuddle and Shiro was more than happy to hold his little boy.

              “Alright. Sounds like we got a good plan. You just let me know whenever a bad day comes.” Shiro said softly and rubbed his cheek against Keith. Bad days were plenty to come, but hopefully with this, they wouldn’t be as bad.

I love them so much… *cries*

Okay but going back to the mothman festival, just imagine Lance going to the festival to take pictures with all the mothman statues and crafts bc he’s a meme and then he meets Keith, who is an unironic Mothman fan and spends the day trying to prove to Lance that Mothman is real and he’s a hero who can predict the future

NEW Chapter of C Major (Chapter 3) 

For those of you who don’t know, C Major is a currently ongoing Klance fanfiction that I’m writing where Keith signs up for Piano lessons, expecting Hunk to be his teacher but ends up getting Lance. This whole learning and instrument thing was only a one-month obligation, but someone gets a little attached to both the instrument and the instructor that he thought he would hate,,

Chapter 1
Chapter 2

so you know how in s2 lance feels like he has nothing special about him and basically feels like the 5th wheel? and how jeremy mentioned lance’s leadership skills and him learning more about what he’s capable of? and also how keith is pretty scared of just the thought of him replacing shiro as the leader ([defensive voice] “why are we even talking about this?”) or more like scared of something happening to shiro, which, well, happened?

so what if in s3 keith kinda loses his shit over shiro’s disappearance, both because of how much they bonded in s2 and how he’s not actually ready to lead the other paladins (because lets be real he knows lance is right about him being a hothead) and he just…. panics and shuts down?

SO this is where lance has a chance to show his leadership skills AND bond with keith! think about it, keith having minor (or major?) panic attacks and lance keeps trying to calm him down and support him, but since keith is kinda out of it, lance just takes things into his own hands and starts shouting commands during a fight, because he knows keith would have it easier focusing on just doing instead of trying to get a grip on the situation and everyone else (”he’s probably gonna shoot first and ask questions later”, remember?)

ya feel????