One of the most underrated things about Moana (I think) is that the film makes a real point of showing how Moana is perfectly happy where she is at the start of the film. Her father tells her that she can find happiness ‘where you are’; Moana admits she’ll be satisfied on the island. But she still wants more, and she goes out and gets more, because she knows her life won’t be complete until she does that.
So many Disney films show the central character escaping abusive or painful situations (Belle, Cinderella, Hercules, Mulan, Dumbo) and for many people that is a really, really important thing to have in your childhood. But so many people are told that if you’re satisfied with your lot in life - decent job, lovely parents, nice friends - you’ve no reason to long for anything more. And I think it’s fantastic that Moana challenges the idea that ‘good enough’ should be enough.
Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.
I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!
Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.
Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in
every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary
to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you
that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.
Showering every morning, brushing his
teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day
without fail, the list went on. Little things.
One of his many routines was to
live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit
at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?
New videos went up on Wednesdays, but
the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very
different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because
he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too
lazy to straighten his bedhead.
And they would always ask him to go
bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was
obliged to do.
So when he woke up late one Sunday
with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let
it get in the way of his routine.
He discovered a note from Keith on the
kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance
lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After
shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You
don’t even like soup.”
Lance chuckled softly, which quickly
led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set
up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the
“Hey guys,” he said with a small
wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and
edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.
The chat was quickly flooded with
“HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he
went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries
about his health.
There were quite a few “Are you
okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s
personal favorites being “You look like shit.”
He read off the last comment with a
short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought,
he added, “Nice name.”
After a short pause of him continuing
to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold
or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”
As the viewers seemed satisfied with
this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of
“Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.
“Mullet Boy is running errands,”
Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out
to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”
Keith and Lance had been sharing an
apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in
their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole
thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed
to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.
Eventually, the accidental publicity
that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab
channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he
was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly
Numerous people began telling Lance to
prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks
on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in
and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin
thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”
Lance read through some of the
responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at
someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.
“Actually, I got some good news for
you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before
continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on
Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming
over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we
should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”
Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned
through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked.
“Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it
could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m
positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I
can even convince Keith to play with us.”
Lance couldn’t help but smile at the
enthusiastic response that got.
“I think I’m going to get myself
some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug
resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really
scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have
coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea?
Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar
or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”
Lance almost regretted this comment as
a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer
“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the
kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill
coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”
Lance stood, and was about to start
towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused.
He knew immediately something was wrong.
His legs felt like jelly, and the room
seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been
fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back
down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t
Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in
intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet
him. Everything went dark.
Keith glanced at his phone as he moved
around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and
had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the
screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might
actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should
be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.
Lance’s channel got some negative
feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over
the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was
called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.
Lance was anything but consistent when
it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and
the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes
he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about
all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad
luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he
got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you
But Lance’s favorite thing to do were
Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer,
had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite
Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but
their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing
and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly.
For two player games, Lance was ideal.
Allura was an extremely popular beauty
channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to.
Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.
And Keith… well, the two of them had
a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s
dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by
popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no
Keith was surprised at how much he had
started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an
art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith
wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful
source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after
graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.
Without thinking too much of it, Keith
swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the
live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone
again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes
snagged on something odd.
Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet
mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it.
Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he
wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live
Keith bristled. Lance better not be
still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs
wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance
simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’
But when he looked at all the
mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then
“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU
BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY
YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS
IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”
Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries
forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the
stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to
wait for the slow, crowded elevator.
He fumbled to fit his key in the lock
and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the
live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew
up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the
floor in front of the couch.
“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank
down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay?
Can you hear me?”
Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith
felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale
skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”
“I’m back,” Keith answered
shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez,
you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”
“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled
under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.
“What? No, Lance, I was saying you
have a fever.”
“Because you’re hot and I want
s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith
was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going,
and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because
of a fever.
Keith glanced at the computer sitting
on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of
random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s
conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and
propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to
take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”
“So you finally admitted it,”
Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see
him grinning up at Keith tiredly.
“I meant your temperature, dumbass.
Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”
you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so excited i just watched an irish sapphic film!!! it’s called “a date for mad mary” and it’s got a happy ending!! also very strong accents so if you are not irish you may need subtitles. Seriously though what better day to watch an Irish movie than the 17th of march. Here’s to a Very Gay St Patrick’s Day!!
I watched the Lego batman movie last night and I FRICKIN LOVED IT! (That ending though XD)
I especially like the flood of new batjokes shippers and all the new fanart/fanfiction fluff that they make! (I shipped batjokes before The movie made it popular so it brings me joy to see new people to share these guys twisted gay relationship ❤)
(I made this for funsies and I refuse to fix the animation/coloring errors ‘cause I’m lazy)