when your favourite person comes back to life and finally touches you and you realize youve been starved for physical affection all your life

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i remember a living, non-responsive, non-already-occupied shiro clone in season 3 so im righting a wrong and giving keith TWO boyfriends, both of whom need a good sleep

also: that feel when your clothes dont fit anymore so you have to borrow something from your space uncle

this was a good season

We are magnets pulling from different poles
With no control
We’ll never be apart 

I will always find you
Like it’s written in the stars
You can run, but you can’t hide

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flusteredkeith:

(insp.)

acekeith:

“Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.” (x)

ringlov:

“I know how to play a few on a guitar,” Keith offered. “I don’t own one, though.”

Shiro could see it. Keith, sitting in a corner or a bench somewhere, the roughened pads of his fingers on the taut strings. Maybe he didn’t sing, but did he hum?

“…Something on my hands?”

“Hm? I was just thinking you can see the callouses–” he reached for Keith’s hand, cupping it in his palm so he could see them better. “Your fingers are hard, right at the places where they’d meet the strings.”

The motion had been so easy that it took the soft hush for him to realize what he’d done. Keith’s hand was warm in his own, fitting so easily like it was only natural to be there.

I recently read this lovely pre-Kerberos fic by @pepperpaprika and felt compelled to draw this scene ♥