Razzle Dazzle

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!Ur right she would rock a bob

its kinda-a-redraw of allura from almost exactly year ago  (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

black paladin lance edits

*sees Lance literally chained to a tree, and Nyma leaving him and stealing his convertible. He’s outside a house and there is a huge party going on inside*

*freeze frame and record scratch* Hi, my name is Lance McClain. You’re probably wondering how I got into this mess. *cuts to black* Ha, it’s a long story.

*Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus starts to play* *fades to scene* *He’s outside school and walking through the hallways* To start off, I’m a Junior at Garrison High. I’m actually one of the most popular guys there *Some bully yells out “GET LOST, NERD!” and throws a water bottle at his head* All the ladies love me. *winks at Allura* “Hellooooooo” *she and her friends give him the stinkeye* Okay, that might be a lie but hey, at least my friends are pretty cool *he enters the cafeteria, and he is very clearly part of the ‘loser’ group in the movie. He sits down with Hunk and Pidge, who are messing around with robotics on their lunch table* Okay, maybe not cool to you, but they’re pretty cool to me. *the music fades into the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria and the narration ends*

*he waves to them and sits at the table* *Pidge is working on her laptop, typing away code and Hunk is working on the actual robot*

Lance: Hey guys! Ugh, meatloaf day again

Hunk: Lance, I thought you liked meatloaf?

Lance: Not the school’s meatloaf. I swear, that thing is only a day away from becoming radioactive waste.

*they all laugh*

Lance: hey, club signups start this week right?

Pidge: mhm. I mean, me and Hunk already have our hands full with the robotics club, but that isn’t really your deal, is it?

Hunk: Yeah dude, what club are you going to sign up for?

Lance: Uh… well…

Pidge: Lance.

Lance: What?

Pidge: Lance, please don’t tell me you’re thinking of joining the Fighter Pilots

Lance: I mea-

Pidge: *stops typing and looks up from her laptop* Lance.

Lance: I mean, maybe? I- uh… that club is all about action an-

Hunk: Lance, as a friend and fellow lab partner, that’s crazy.

Lance: Crazy? What the he-

Pidge and Hunk: DUDE.

Hunk: Listen, that club is NOT safe.

Pidge: Yeah, I heard that the club president got his arm amputated in freshman year because of one of their “stunts”

Lance: Pidge, don’t be a hypocrite. Your brother is in that club, man. And he’s perfectly fine.

Pidge: Just cause my brother is part of that club doesn’t mean it makes anything they do okay, Lance. *closes her laptop* Besides, I’m pretty sure there’s some sorta “cool factor” you gotta meet to get in.

Lance: I meet the cool factor.

Pidge and Hunk: *exchange glances* … right…

Lance: Listen the club isn’t even THAT cool anyway. I can get in. No problem.

*the doors of the cafeteria open up abruptly* *punk rock music starts playing* *there is a slow motion entrance of the Fighter Pilots, who wear super sick printed bomber jackets with their club logo on the back of them* *three students lead the group into the cafeteria.*

*Lance’s narrations start up again* The Fighter Pilots. *the camera zooms in on one of them* That’s the club president Shiro, a senior who is insanely popular and one of the best students at Garrison High.

*camera moves over to the next student* That’s Matt, Pidge’s brother. In addition to being co-president of the Fighter Pilots, he’s also co-class president of the seniors. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him with any free time on his hands.

*zooms over to the third student* And that guy with the awful hair is Keith, a junior who is-oh-so-luckily in ALL OF MY DAMNED CLASSES. He’s a so-called “prodigy” of The Fighter Pilots. Who knows why?! Maybe it’s because he’s a track star. Maybe it’s because all the ladies fawn over him, but he doesn’t date anyone. Probably to maintain his fake as fuck “cool”, “mysterious” facade. What a joke. *Lance turns back to Hunk and Pidge*

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