quick life update: - my dad has spontaneously taken up the hobby of making donuts from scratch -rufus was taken to a fancy pet hairdresser today and returned home so fluffy that i questioned whether he was actually a solid form -patrice rushen’s “forget me nots” is the only good song and a Big mood -i’m about to get sushi so in other words i’m having a good time -dad has finished chemotherapy and is now in the recovery stage - i scored higher in icelandic vocabulary on our last big exam than 98% percent of the kids my age in the country so yay me and my formerly broken af icelandic -british slang is great -the importance of being ernest is a good play and lady bracknell is a mood
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Lance could feel himself start to shake as Shiro had announced to them who he chose to lead Voltron in case he couldn’t.
It was Keith.
Lance took a breath and balled up his fist. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to blink away the stinging in his eyes as he stared at the floor.
Why should he even be surprised? It’s not as though he couldn’t see Shiro’s obvious bias towards Pidge and Keith. He knew that it wasn’t their fault or that they meant to be favored but it stung and he was getting increasingly frustrated at this.
Lance bit his lip before taking another deep breath and trying to calm himself down before catching Shiro’s shoulder when he told them to disperse.
“Shiro? Can I talk to you about something?” Lance asked
“Uh, yeah sure, about what?”
Another breath. “I wanted to talk to you about choosing Keith as the back-up leader.”
Shiro quirked a brow, Lance could tell he was going to have a hard time with this.
“Well you see Shiro…Keith…Keith isn’t a good choice for leader,” Lance had to fight to keep eye contact with Shiro, “you see he’s…impulsive and a hot-head. He’s a nice guy but he’s put us all in danger on numerous occasions beause he didn’t follow an order and he voted to leave Allura behind and-!” Lance could feel his confidence rise but Shiro raised a hand to silence him.
“Lance, I understand your concern but I’ve made my decision already.”
Shiro turned around and left Lance there with his anger festering and his pride hurt even more than before.
He ignored him.
Lance bit into his lip so hard it felt like it might draw blood. He felt the familiar sting at the back of his eyes and the heat on his neck. He blinked his vision in and out of focus as he felt his body shake with anger.
Lance was the only one left in the console room, so his voice echoed and bounced back to him with just as much disappointment and anger it had when the words left his lips.
“You’re not the you I thought you were.”
The next time Lance brings it up is when he’s hardened his attitude towards Shiro’s behaviour. He knows it’s not exactly his fault but the way he brushes Lance off is unacceptable and this time, Lance is Not Having It.
“Shiro.” Lance walked up to Shiro, he rather have missed all of the break between training than have to keep in his feelings.
Shiro turned around and sighed, “Lance, look, I know-” but this time it was Lance who cut Shiro off.
“No Shiro, you look.” Lance took one big breath before starting, “I understand that you are the leader and that you were thrown into this by yourself, but you see, you are extremely biased towards Pidge and Keith and honestly, I just can’t let that stand anymore man.”
Lance paused to see Shiro blinking in stunned silence, he took this as his cue to continue.
“Shiro, I understand that you know Keith the best and probably know what he’s capable of. But your making him stressed because your expectations of him are too damn high and you have to accept that there are things that not even Keith can do- nothing wrong with that Keith, it’s ok that you can’t- but instead you just say “I believe in you” and you tell him to basically change everything about himself so he can act like a good-…no I mean, so he can act like you. Shiro, you can’t expect that to magically fix anything!”
Lance took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before proceeding onto his next topic, “Do you even talk to Hunk ever?”
“Well-” Shiro began
“Outside of giving orders? Do you ever ask, ‘Hey Hunk, how was your day? Did you do anything new?’ Because as far as I know, all you can say to him is ‘Hunk, shoulder canon.’, ‘Hunk, you go with whoever on this mission to retrieve whatever.’, sometimes you can’t even address him directly! It’s just ‘Legs, do this!’ You don’t actually talk to him Shiro.”
“Also? Isn’t Allura the technical leader of Voltron? She actually knows Zarkon. She actually knows the aliens that we fight and that we talk to. Why are you acting as though you know this stuff? Even if Allura doesn’t know, most of the time Coran knows so he should also be consulted.”
“Yes, well I-”
“Not only that, but you didn’t consult anyone else when deciding Keith would be the Black Paladin. You didn’t check with Keith on how he felt about that, and even then he told you himself and you ignored it. What’s worse is that you didn’t even consult with your lion, the one Keith would be the pilot of. How do you know if she was okay with this? How do you know if this is what she wants?”
Shiro fell silent, it seems that this was the one that made him crack.
He felt a presence next to him and he fixed his stubborn gaze from Shiro to Keith.
Lance was getting ready to argue with Keith when the red paladin turned from Lance to Shiro and said, “Lance is right, Shiro.”
Lance blinked confusedly as Keith continued on, “You don’t listen to him at all. Remember the Blade of Marmora? You didn’t listen to Lance, and I nearly got myself killed. Granted, I wanted to go but… the point still stands.”
Keith crossed his arms as he finished his argument.
Lance felt a warm hand on his shoulder as he looked to see Hunk sending him an appreciative look before agreeing with the fire and ice paladins.
One by one, everyone from the Team Voltron stood behind or near Lance and agreed with him.
Shiro looked up from the linoleum tiles, seemingly ready to get criticized once more.
“What do you say?”
Shiro closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath before opening them once more and looking around the small group of people. “…and all of you feel this way?”
There was a small murmur of agreement and short little nods.
Shiro sighed, “You’re right Lance. I wasn’t thinking about anyone else but my own beliefs and bias.”
He turned to the two alteans to his left.
“I’m sorry for not consulting you on matters I know you would have more knowledge on. I…I tried to think that just because I lead Voltron I know everything but…not really.”
Shiro continued on down the line of paladins.
“Lastly, Lance…I’m sorry. You were right and….I was ignoring you. Thank you for pointing this out to me and…I know it was probably hard but…I’m proud of you.”
About two weeks later Shiro went to the Black Lion and asked if she would be willing to pick a backup to pilot her in case something happened to Shiro.
She said yes so, all the paladins (+Allura and Coran) would stand in front of her and allow her large, wisdom filled eyes to scrutinize them.
When Lance stepped in front of her he felt as though every crevice in his mind and soul was being checked and scrutinized. Before long, the Black Lion’s eyes started to glow.
She did it. She found her back-up paladin.
Hunk’s and Pidge’s cheers could be heard in the background as they whooped and hollered at Lance.
Lance felt waves of pride crash over him, before feelings of anxiety and guilt replace them.
But what about Blue?
Lance looked to the Alteans, knowing that the other paladins wouldn’t be able to fill out his spot without creating a new spot in Voltron needed to be filled. He played with the idea of Blue Paladin Allura, and while she could certainly fill out the spot with ease, he knows that she’s the pilot of the castleship, and if her was honest, that was a lot harder to replace than the pilots of Voltron.
Before announcing his decision he used his connection to the Blue Lion to ask her about if that was okay or not. She said it was fine so long as it wasn’t permanent and she could have Lance back. Lance smiled, Don’t worry my lady, you’re my one and only. He told her before turning to the alteans.
cries i love the way you drew that pjo stuff and now im wondering how youd make them look when theyre older bc its always such a big change with pjo artists :0
Thank you!! Hmmm, older pjo characters..?
The only thing better than cute cartoon kids is awkward lanky cartoon teens! Some sort of redraw of “The Last Olympian” cover then Percy & Annabeth (bc back to back fighting greek monsters with a cute snarky girl is relationship goals tbh)
I was gonna draw older!Nico & Hazel too but I really really gotta run;;; (also i want to reread heroes of olympus first bc I don’t remember CRAP about it and I’m only on the Titan’s Curse rn)
-When 90% of the shows with fat main characters are depicted as; lazy, dumb, always eating, automatically a good cook, trying to lose weight all the time, the butt of all jokes, a loser.
-When movies/books/tv with a fat character shown at the beginning is made fun of/rejected by a crush (normally cause they’re fat/played up to be gross looking) and they go away somewhere and come back and become skinny and hot and all of a sudden they’re wanted by everyone including the people who rejected/made fun of them.
-When people post before and after pictures of people losing weight(that look fake imo) and where the smile is all the same and they don’t look any happier, but people in the comment section say stuff like “I’m so happy for them!!!!1!!! They are healthier!!!1!!2@!!! They look so much happier!!!231!!!!@!” Or other related comments
-When a main character, not a side, not background, main character gets written off and is the least liked out of all the main characters(despite not even being a bad character), and despite having non-toxic and not even crack ships, it’s nowhere near comparable to the popularity of toxic ships or even just ships with two skinny people who barely know/show much interest in each other.
-When a writer describes people who are nasty (automatically) as a “fat (whatever)” (ex: fat pig, fat bitch, etc.).
-When all you see at the grocery store is tips for weight loss and how to est healthier.
-When at an incredibly young age you know that you (a Fat person) knows that you are different than the other kids and are treated differently
-When by the age of 8 you have soaked up so much fatphobia from the media and even home areas, you pray that you can become skinny and that you will be more like the other girls in the grade.
-When by the age of 9 you are told that you need to go on a diet by your own mother
-When there are so little movies where the main characters are fat and not even once do they get made fun of/have fat jokes you cry tears of joy.
-When it takes a long time to think of one movie that has a fat person in it.
-When you have to constantly chant to yourself “Fat is an adjective, not an insult” whenever someone calls themselves fat, and uses it as a negative term.
-When you are so scared of any picture of yourself that was not taken by you because more than likely you will get a “bad” picture
-When you’re so scared of looking a pig/ generally gross, you have to try to get a water and some “healthy” food while eating very little and very slowly.
This is why Hunk is important to me and why s2 hurt me so bad. In the first season, he had a few fat jokes about him, but nowhere near as bad as s2. In s1, he had a personality, in s2 he had food and fat jokes.
It’s so hard to accept yourself and learn to love your body (even now I’m struggling). But it’s so much harder when shows literally make the one character with a different body type (im js, the rest of them are skinny/small or just have pretty similar features in general) a joke. It not only leaves the impression on all viewers that fat=weird/funny looking, it makes a fat person believe that they don’t look normal, that they don’t look “right”.
Summary- them calling each other increasingly ridiculous pet names
I’m really sorry it’s so small….I tried my best but these names were too awful and I didn’t want anyone to die because of how much they stunk… but ily Arbor and I hope this is okay ( @letkeithinfodump )
Pidge sat on the couch, quietly reading her book on Altean technology. She heard the door slide open and looked up to see Hunk and Keith walk through the door.
She went back to her reading but as she tried to focus once more she couldn’t quite help but end up paying a lot of attention to just listening in on their conversation.
“Are you ready to not eat something that involves being pre-made and cooked in a microwave, babe?” Hunk asked, grinning at his boyfriend. Pidge suppressed a groan before burying her nose further into the book she was reading.
“Uhm, excuse you, Hot & Spicy Soup is the Best ,Sunshine, Don’t…don’t disrespect my best friend like this.” Keith defended, causing Pidge to snort.
“Okay, yeah sure, it’s good but it’s not healthy for you at all, Sailor. Try something that’s good for you and is also good!” Hunk said, Pidge couldn’t tell what he was doing but she heard a click and a rumbling of what sounded like pots and pans.
“Sure, Chef of Love, whatever you say.” Keith sighed.
“Snoogie Woogems, can you pass me the xlabnob?”
“…The what, Huggy Bear?”
“That box to the right of you, Pooh Bear.”
“Oh! Here you go, Snoochie Boochie.”
“Thanks, Stud Muffin.”
“You’re welcome, Wild Turkey.”
Pidge was still reeling from the increasingly terrible nicknames, but the last one was the Worst of All.
“Hey, can you get a bowl of green goo for me…” Pidge silently prayed that was the end of the terrible names but it fell on deaf ears as Hunk said these final and terrible words;
Pidge slammed her book shut and left the room, giving Hunk and Keith a look of utter most disgust and a small “Are you shitting me” face before leaving the room.
She could hear the cackles from Hunk and Keith from down the hallway.
Megan Padalecki was not at all how you would have pictured Jared’s little sister. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t what came bursting forth your front door. Charlie was immediately up from her seat on the sofa situated in front of the fireplace. She had been reading but the sudden intrusion into your house was enough to have her flying across the room.
“You ought to check if your front door is locked next time,” Charlie muttered under her breath.
Like…man I cannot tell you how much it sucks to be a fat person in a world where if you go to the movies, there’s a 50% chance the villain is going to be fat(The Little Mermaid), a 35% chance that not a single main character in that movie has a body type like yours (The Hunger Games), a 14% chance there’s gonna be a fat person who’s there for just comic relief(Austin and Ally), and the rest is divided between a fat person making a cameo and being a complete asshole(Grown Ups), a skinny person wearing a fat suit and being made fun of (like isn’t their like 15 movies with this?), and a fat person being a main character but actually being treated with respect.(Spy, more or less)
And man, everywhere you look in the grocery store, there’s so much stuFF that tells you that you need to be skinnier, even if it’s just implied.
This stuff gets internalized and it just builds up so much self hate and body image issues.
I just…imagine Hunk having to go through this, like with the probably added pressure of the Garrison being a MILITARY academy dom’t they like….have to be a specific weight or whatever? Like… idk man that’s a lot of junk to go through.
But I think maybe Hunk has fought with this? Like…he’s had to go through this stuff y'know…but he’s thought so hard about why he should feel this way and eventually realizes…he’s gorgeous. None of that “Well, you’re beautiful on the inside” crap. He’s gorgeous and he knows it.
But like maybe he still falls into pits sometimes, cause lord knows I do.
When you finally get over something like this….it’s still very hard to be over it officially. Like, I am what I am, but I still get nervous taking pictures and when I look in the mirror I catch myself thinking “Maybe if I were skinnier…” and other stuff.
We’ve been conditioned all our life to think that anyone who’s above a size 6 is ugly.
We’ve been told that anyone who’s plus sized needs to change what they look like because they’re not conventionally attractive.
We’ve been taught all our lives that fat=ugly and it’s so hard to get over that, especially when you still have to hear this stuff everyday.
It’s so much stuff that sometimes you just have to fall. You can’t keep it up anymore. It’s so hard and so upsetting because you thought you were OVER this already but of course you’re not. You may never be over this.
And that’s why I love Hunk so much because he represents fat poc. He is confident and he so much more than fat jokes and I just love him so much