calo !!!!

because i’m still in love with you / i wanna see you dance again

something something post-canon exes who can't love anyone else because they're still in love with each other but one is rooted to the earth in terror and the other one only finds peace in the stars

fic im writing transparent ver (looks really cool against a dark bg!) + sketch ⮕ final process below

extremely self-indulgent smokey and the bandit au because i recently rewatched and by god were burt reynolds and sally fields klancemaxxing...

cocky guy who drives really fast but also really well, hates cops and wears red x dancer who literally never shuts up, lvoes broadway and wears blue. i can't make this shit up

28.6k | 3/? | post-canon, getting together | Keith/Lance

“It kind of looks like Griffin might be interested, too.” “Ew,” Lance says, “no, he’s just nice. We train together sometimes. Besides, I thought…” Lance squints at Keith, “I thought he was your ex.” “You have seen us fistfight,” Keith says, giving Lance a slightly perplexed look. “I guess I just thought you were going through some weird, intense twelve-year-old break up.” Then, “really? Not when we got back to Earth?” “No.” “He was kind of eye-fucking you across the tarmac when we first landed. I mean, granted, I was a little distracted, reuniting with my family and all, but I really… I thought… well, when I didn’t see you around later that night…” Keith wrinkles his nose; Lance eyes him a moment longer then looks away. “I kind of thought you and him were like a… like a weird, hate-each-other-in-public but go-at-it-raw-in-private sort of thing.” “Ugh, Lance, quit it,” Keith says, resisting the urge to shove at Lance. “No.” Under normal circumstances he would, but given Lance is currently using Keith as a crutch, it feels unnecessarily cruel. Lance asks, “really? Not even once?” When Keith looks, Lance is looking at him with his face held carefully still, in the way that Keith knows means Lance is very carefully gauging Keith’s reaction. It doesn’t matter, because Keith says, knee-jerk and with great immediacy, “no.” “Okay, but you thought about it. Surely.” “Jesus Christ.” Then, finally meeting Lance’s eyes again, “when would I even have had time to do that?” “Hey, man, look, I don’t know what you got up to in your free time.” Lance shrugs, glancing away.

+ plus one of my fav moments from this chapter hehe: