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i had to unfollow some blogs and i’m having difficulties finding blogs that are positive, hate free, drama free, discourse free and pro ship!

so please reblog this if you are:

pro klance

pro sheith

pro shance

pro shaladin

pro lotura

pro lancelot

pro plance

good morning y’all! after a weekend full of ant1 bullshit, it’s a new day! and with that, i’m here to rec a bunch of non-anti blogs and hope that helps some of y’all find good people to follow. i tried to include everyone but tumblr actually wouldn’t let me include this many links??? so, sorry if i forgot someone 😓!

also, all of these are a mix of gen, sheith-main, and multiship! in case some of you want some safe multishipping blogs to follow :)

The MVP’s

@cryopcds @goodtohaveyouback @breeeliss @tricodeku @arahir @otasucc @phaltu @amillionsmiles @kcgane @stargazershiro @longhairpidge @yssamaria @quarrely @shirokogane @keith-shiro @bladesofmimosa @smirkingkeith @r-i-v-e-r @takashilovesyoubaby @ace-pidge @butteredonions  @asterein

a - d

@91939art @acatnamedskai @ace-keith @acekeith @allthesheith @alluradaily @amaryka @aneovi @armedarchaeologist @arrival-layne @articianne @ashinan @belovedsheith @blacklionshiro @blessedkeith @bloomejasmine @brighteststarus @buriedmyselfalive @burr-ell @bttmshiro @cherryandsisters @cinnamonrollusagi @commodorecliche @curiosity-killed @daddyroboarm @damare-draws @daily-keith @dent-de-leon @doku-doki

e - l

@eggsyeagle @flashedarrow @foxkunkun @fudayk @garrisonsheith @gitwrecked @hanta96 @hanta96art @heithen @holysheith @honestlyprettychill @hyteriart @jaja-han @jjacqued @joltron @justklance @k–bear @kabuki-akuma @katieshirogane @keiiro @keithnip @keitor @keylimepidge @kisskeith @kolivans @koganetwork @kroliasgirl @lctor @leafykeeen @lightshesaid @lijau @lionescence @lookforanewangle @lordzuuko @lotornetwork @lotors-saltwife @lotura @lotuura @lucifercaelestis

m - q

@maikasa @marmorababy @marmoraskeith @meowlettee @miss-cigarettes @misstchotchke @misterpoofofficial @miyakuli @myeverlastingship @mumblefox @noirsongbird @okaybutvoltron @omchan @paladinpuppypile @pidgance @pining-keith @piningsheith @poopue @princesallura @princessbubblgum @professionalspacedad @professorpotato @purpleneutrino-art @quadriviuum @quiddid

r - z

@radioactivesupersonic @rimpetrikhor @ringlov @red-paladin @rejected3 @sheithss @sheithstars @shieth @shirogains @shirogane-s @shiroganedefencesquad @shiroganetwork @shiroisthenewblack @shirosredknight @shizumar @skywaleker @splititopen-keith @softsheiths @softshirogane-remade @sp4c3-0ddity @space-capri-suns @starboykeith @sword-and-sheith @takashiskeith @tender-eros @theprojectava @the-sheith-tag @twinkletoes @v-0-3 @vld-rarepairs @volvoltron

canon compliant, 1.4k. rated t. 

“This is so typical of you,” a familiar voice drawls from somewhere behind Keith, by the foot of the stairwell. “When you’re upset, your solution is to find some isolated, dramatic spot and brood.”

Keith tucks himself more into the corner, pointedly avoiding eye-contact. “I came here to be alone.”

“Sure you did,” Lance says airily, the upswinging lilt in his tone clearly intended to dig under Keith’s skin, and it works. “That’s why you chose the Harry Potter stairwell, right? Maximum angst factor, a lot of foot traffic. Makes sense, since it’s, y’know, the one right by the banquet hall.”

Keith grinds the teeth on one side of his mouth. “Not in the mood, Lance.”

“But when are you ever in the mood for anything except punch-ups and sulking?” Lance snorts. “For the sake of your dignity, please step into my office.” He makes a grand sweeping gesture toward the kitchen, where servers have been milling in and out of all night with platters of foreign alien food and pitchers of neon-green liquid that Keith suspects may actually be Midori, since a lone sip of it almost knocked him on his ass.

canon compliant, 1.4k. rated t. 

“This is so typical of you,” a familiar voice drawls from somewhere behind Keith, by the foot of the stairwell. “When you’re upset, your solution is to find some isolated, dramatic spot and brood.”

Keith tucks himself more into the corner, pointedly avoiding eye-contact. “I came here to be alone.”

“Sure you did,” Lance says airily, the upswinging lilt in his tone clearly intended to dig under Keith’s skin, and it works. “That’s why you chose the Harry Potter stairwell, right? Maximum angst factor, a lot of foot traffic. Makes sense, since it’s, y’know, the one right by the banquet hall.”

Keith grinds the teeth on one side of his mouth. “Not in the mood, Lance.”

“But when are you ever in the mood for anything except punch-ups and sulking?” Lance snorts. “For the sake of your dignity, please step into my office.” He makes a grand sweeping gesture toward the kitchen, where servers have been milling in and out of all night with platters of foreign alien food and pitchers of neon-green liquid that Keith suspects may actually be Midori, since a lone sip of it almost knocked him on his ass.

canon compliant, 1.4k. rated t. 

“This is so typical of you,” a familiar voice drawls from somewhere behind Keith, by the foot of the stairwell. “When you’re upset, your solution is to find some isolated, dramatic spot and brood.”

Keith tucks himself more into the corner, pointedly avoiding eye-contact. “I came here to be alone.”

“Sure you did,” Lance says airily, the upswinging lilt in his tone clearly intended to dig under Keith’s skin, and it works. “That’s why you chose the Harry Potter stairwell, right? Maximum angst factor, a lot of foot traffic. Makes sense, since it’s, y’know, the one right by the banquet hall.”

Keith grinds the teeth on one side of his mouth. “Not in the mood, Lance.”

“But when are you ever in the mood for anything except punch-ups and sulking?” Lance snorts. “For the sake of your dignity, please step into my office.” He makes a grand sweeping gesture toward the kitchen, where servers have been milling in and out of all night with platters of foreign alien food and pitchers of neon-green liquid that Keith suspects may actually be Midori, since a lone sip of it almost knocked him on his ass.

canon compliant, 1.4k. rated t. 

“This is so typical of you,” a familiar voice drawls from somewhere behind Keith, by the foot of the stairwell. “When you’re upset, your solution is to find some isolated, dramatic spot and brood.”

Keith tucks himself more into the corner, pointedly avoiding eye-contact. “I came here to be alone.”

“Sure you did,” Lance says airily, the upswinging lilt in his tone clearly intended to dig under Keith’s skin, and it works. “That’s why you chose the Harry Potter stairwell, right? Maximum angst factor, a lot of foot traffic. Makes sense, since it’s, y’know, the one right by the banquet hall.”

Keith grinds the teeth on one side of his mouth. “Not in the mood, Lance.”

“But when are you ever in the mood for anything except punch-ups and sulking?” Lance snorts. “For the sake of your dignity, please step into my office.” He makes a grand sweeping gesture toward the kitchen, where servers have been milling in and out of all night with platters of foreign alien food and pitchers of neon-green liquid that Keith suspects may actually be Midori, since a lone sip of it almost knocked him on his ass.

canon compliant, 1.4k. rated t. 

“This is so typical of you,” a familiar voice drawls from somewhere behind Keith, by the foot of the stairwell. “When you’re upset, your solution is to find some isolated, dramatic spot and brood.”

Keith tucks himself more into the corner, pointedly avoiding eye-contact. “I came here to be alone.”

“Sure you did,” Lance says airily, the upswinging lilt in his tone clearly intended to dig under Keith’s skin, and it works. “That’s why you chose the Harry Potter stairwell, right? Maximum angst factor, a lot of foot traffic. Makes sense, since it’s, y’know, the one right by the banquet hall.”

Keith grinds the teeth on one side of his mouth. “Not in the mood, Lance.”

“But when are you ever in the mood for anything except punch-ups and sulking?” Lance snorts. “For the sake of your dignity, please step into my office.” He makes a grand sweeping gesture toward the kitchen, where servers have been milling in and out of all night with platters of foreign alien food and pitchers of neon-green liquid that Keith suspects may actually be Midori, since a lone sip of it almost knocked him on his ass.

canon compliant, 1.4k. rated t. 

“This is so typical of you,” a familiar voice drawls from somewhere behind Keith, by the foot of the stairwell. “When you’re upset, your solution is to find some isolated, dramatic spot and brood.”

Keith tucks himself more into the corner, pointedly avoiding eye-contact. “I came here to be alone.”

“Sure you did,” Lance says airily, the upswinging lilt in his tone clearly intended to dig under Keith’s skin, and it works. “That’s why you chose the Harry Potter stairwell, right? Maximum angst factor, a lot of foot traffic. Makes sense, since it’s, y’know, the one right by the banquet hall.”

Keith grinds the teeth on one side of his mouth. “Not in the mood, Lance.”

“But when are you ever in the mood for anything except punch-ups and sulking?” Lance snorts. “For the sake of your dignity, please step into my office.” He makes a grand sweeping gesture toward the kitchen, where servers have been milling in and out of all night with platters of foreign alien food and pitchers of neon-green liquid that Keith suspects may actually be Midori, since a lone sip of it almost knocked him on his ass.

canon compliant, 1.4k. rated t. 

“This is so typical of you,” a familiar voice drawls from somewhere behind Keith, by the foot of the stairwell. “When you’re upset, your solution is to find some isolated, dramatic spot and brood.”

Keith tucks himself more into the corner, pointedly avoiding eye-contact. “I came here to be alone.”

“Sure you did,” Lance says airily, the upswinging lilt in his tone clearly intended to dig under Keith’s skin, and it works. “That’s why you chose the Harry Potter stairwell, right? Maximum angst factor, a lot of foot traffic. Makes sense, since it’s, y’know, the one right by the banquet hall.”

Keith grinds the teeth on one side of his mouth. “Not in the mood, Lance.”

“But when are you ever in the mood for anything except punch-ups and sulking?” Lance snorts. “For the sake of your dignity, please step into my office.” He makes a grand sweeping gesture toward the kitchen, where servers have been milling in and out of all night with platters of foreign alien food and pitchers of neon-green liquid that Keith suspects may actually be Midori, since a lone sip of it almost knocked him on his ass.

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