Planning A Rewrite Comes With Rewatching The Show Yet Again Despite How Many Times Ive Seen The First

planning a rewrite comes with rewatching the show yet again… despite how many times i’ve seen the first episode alone (planning to rewatch it then giving up), i still forgot how cheesy this shit is.

why are there so many corny one liners

the dialogue is so bad. why is it so bad.

please it cannot be this hard to come up with decent dialogue for the first episode

it’s so bad

i have this headcanon thing going on that baring your teeth and/or hissing or growling is like the mega offense in Galra culture. it’s like blatantly giving someone the middle finger but worse?? it’s the definition of disrespectful and it likely will start a fight if you bare your fangs to the wrong Galra.

Keith is much like Krolia in the way that they both simply just… do it. they don’t realize they do it sometimes, but they will bare their fangs at any minor inconvenience or irritation.

it doesn’t affect most of the team Voltron, but Allura and Coran know enough to at least raise an eyebrow at this. they can tell that they both don’t realize they’re doing it. keith especially.

lance finds it endearing, in a way. he’s like an angry kitty cat.

pidge said something similar to keith once so he attempted to smother them with a pillow

shiro probably gently scolds keith about it when he learns the connotations. his little brother is being rude stop it, that’s not allowed

The idea of Keith baring his fangs (which he definitely has) while hissing at someone like a cat lives in my head rent free.

We don’t talk enough about how fanfiction writers love to give character large amounts of non-specific paperwork they hate doing

Hunk and Lance were all but eleven years old when they met one another. Their first year as middle schoolers, and they both couldn’t be more terrified, for their own reasons.

Lance had grown up in such a large family that all he really wanted was to be seen and heard. He never blamed his parents, of course; it was easy to lose one kid to the crowd if he didn’t make himself known. Middle school would be different; he’d make friends, people would know his face and his name, he’d mean something to someone.

Hunk was someplace new, someplace terrifying. After the accident that had taken his parents’ lives, his brother had taken to raising him. His brother was attending University now, they had to move to be closer to it. The places, the people were all unfamiliar to him. Not only that, but this was a new school. A middle school, which he’d never experienced before.

Lance wasn’t sure what exactly it was about this kid— this shy, clearly uncertain boy— but he was drawn to him. Their bond was near instantaneous. Lance was charismatic (in that awkward preteen sort of way), he was playful and eccentric, and he just wanted a friend. Hunk was the perfect man for the job; he was kind, and gentle, he was a warm hug and fresh baked cookies after a long day personified. Lance had been the first kid to treat him kindly after such a big change, such a big move.

They were an unstoppable pair, the best of friends. Where one went, the other typically followed.

Lance had always dreamt of being a pilot, a fighter pilot, which meant he’d always dreamt of attending the Garrison.

He hadn’t expected Hunk to follow this time; he knew his buddy had no desire to fly, to pilot. He’d always had a hobby of cooking or baking, he liked to build and tinker, but piloting was never on his list of desires or hobbies.

But Hunk felt like he had such a high bar to reach, such big shoes he feared he couldn’t fill. His brother had both raised him and completed university at the same time. He was successful, he was smart, he was kind. He was superhuman, in Hunk’s eyes. He had to do something that could live up to his expectations.

When Lance told him he had submitted his application to the Garrison, the idea came to him. He would follow Lance. He would be a pilot engineer. They could stick together, as buddies always did. It wasn’t his passion, sure, but it would make his brother proud.

It was there that they met their teammate for the simulators: Pidge. This guy was feisty, intelligent (sometimes a bit too much for Lance to follow, but they made do), but most of all, cared way too much, even if they strived not to show it.

Pidge fit into their trio with ease; their presence was natural, like they’d always belonged in their group. They bickered with Lance like siblings, they raved about tech with Hunk. They were secretive, but not in the way that tore their friend group apart. Hunk and Lance could see their hurt that Pidge thought they were hiding so well, and they knew better than to pry.

The three of them were inseparable. It makes sense that the three of them wound up in space together, on the same team once again, doesn’t it?

jealousy, jealousy

well, you see, the thing is: (instead of finishing my sentence i curl up comfortably in bed and go to sleep