lance, shakily putting down his phone after recording a true blessing and saving it to his gallery: truly my sole purpose for living and why i’ve been put on this planet
Yo and Lance is just watching the juices from the fruit run down Keith’s legs and he has to physically restrain himself from licking them up!
Pidge: Keith, you could crush a sentry’s head between your thighs.
pidge: let’s play a drinking game. you have to take a shot every time you have a bonding moment with lance and smile fondly at him and have gooey gay feelings for him and-
Y’all ever read one of those stories where the characters have like a 2 minute conversation but in that time they walked 10 miles, the sun set, and winter came and went
Person B innocently requesting that Person A care for their dogs while they are away. Person A happily agrees, and then remembers Person B is a demon—the dogs are literal hellhounds.