When Lance stepped into that lion he wasn’t prepared for war, he didn’t think some dumb metal beast would drag him and his friends into a millennia old conflict. He’s not sure what he did expect, but it wasn’t this.
That being said, he doesn’t regret getting on that lion, getting swept up in the war, becoming a soldier. He’s saved lives changed things for the better, he has a purpose out here. Just, at a price.
Because for every life he’s saved, he’s taken one away. He’s killed hundreds of galran soldiers over time, doomed dozens of planets by saving a different one. He can’t help everyone, often not even his own team, his family. But sometimes he can help someone.
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The first time Lance simultaneously saves someone and dooms someone is his first two weeks in space, the team is on Arus, small pill shapes aliens give them food and entertainment and worship them as heroes. Lance had been with Coran, chatting in the control room.
Pidge’s little robot friend, Rover, had been flying about the crystal. It was odd the little thing wasn’t with Pidge, the two had been inseparable since Rover came along.
Then it started beeping.
Louder.
Faster.
Time however moved slower, by the time Lance realized something was wrong he’d already reacted, pulling Coran to the floor and covering him with his own body.
Burning.
Everything was burning. His neck and neck and face, his skin was sizzling. But there were more important things. Sendak. He was here he had Shiro, Lance had to move, had to help, two shots are fired before the pain over takes him again.but Lance can’t tell if their from or someone else. Doesn’t matter.
Burning.
It’s duller this time. Like a sunburn rather than a he-just-lit-himself-on-fire kind of burn, there’s a pleasant coolness over the rest of him.
He’s falling.
He hits someone, their arms wrap around his torso. He’s more awake by the time they drag him to a chair. He asks what happened, he doesn’t know what to say. Sendak is prisoner, Lance had managed to hit him with both shots, the Arians are mostly unharmed, but frazzled. His injuries were the worst, burns covering 40% of his back, reaching up his neck and around his chin. H they thought he was going to die. He moved on, others were more important.
This is the attack that alerts the Galran empire that Voltron is operational, three planets and harvested and destroyed, the toll is 13 million people.
Pt1??
I think Will having exactly No Knowledge of where he’s supposed to be in his training after Skandia is hysterical. Like imagine the rest of the apprentices are at the next gathering and all of a sudden, this freakishly good ranger walks in that you’ve never seen or heard of but apparently he’s a third year but why does he look like he’s Seen Some Things? Also why is he so good at everything??
Does anyone else think about how Knights view Horace?? Like he’s spent more time around rangers than knights, and most people believe that rangers practice dark magic, like do they assume he’s like them? Being around the rangers so long has got to have some lasting affects, does he think different? Plan? Speak? Does he move differently than the other knights? Quieter? Faster? Does he move with the shadows like a ranger? Not to the same extent but enough to set him apart? Please someone tell me
This is literally me
If you see this post you’re legally required to tell me at least one trans woman headcanons you have for a canonically male character, I never get to see transfem headcanons like that, give me them, and for equality of my own please know estrogen could have saved Insector Haga and Dinosaur Ryuzaki I will not elaborate, also Yuya.
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NOOO AO3 MY BELOVED
this is it, this is how I die
I just started something and the page reloaded 😭
Free Free Palestine
I will not look away, do not look away
what is there to say anymore when the occupier bombs a hospital and kills a thousand people, mostly children, who were already under seige for eleven days and you know nobody is going to stop them. now a thousand people are dead, hospitals are out of power, there is no food or water, and none of us can do anything. egyptian truck drivers are screaming at the border because they won't let them in with aid and keep sending them back. what is there to say. what is there to say. what is there to say. what is there to say.
having a freeze response to stress is so funny in the context of normal adult stressors. millions of years of evolution are trying to tell me that the email will not find me if i stay very still and do nothing