I’LL FIND THE TRUTH, I’LL NEVER STOP — !
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I’LL FIND THE TRUTH, I’LL NEVER STOP — !
i don’t think i have time to be here like Properly but 🥺🥺🥺 i miss writing pidge
i’m late to the party but on the “who is ur muse at the area 51 raid” chart pidge gets in
sticks my lil nosey in here
happy lesbian visibility day 2 pidge !!
people who claim that fiction doesn’t affect reality or that fiction can’t influence people’s views / opinions are usually just refusing to admit it bc they know it’d make them look bad because of the things they support in fiction / fandoms lmao
i was gonna get on to write today but i’m (a) nursing a hangover that will likely carry me into 2020 and (b) taking care of my dog who’s SUPER scared of fireworks :(( hope you all had a good new year!!! ❤️❤️❤️
pidge, holding bae bae: stinky
allura: no! don’t be mean!
pidge, swinging bae bae back and forth in the air: stinky bastard lady
allura: no!!!
matt, not looking up from his book: naughty girl. brat dog.
allura, distraught: noo!!
imagine thirsting over james griffin when ryan kinkade is R I G H T T H E R E
pidge is very protective of keith lance and hunk but especially like... their feelings, if that makes sense? not that she WOULDN’T try to protect them in a battle but like. anyone who says a single bad thing about any of them will face her wrath
pidge: what’s ur biggest fear hunk: losing everyone i love pidge: damn that’s deep pidge: mines the koolaid man but i kinda feel stupid about it now
‘ here, take my jacket. ’
“ i don’t want your stupid jacket. ” katie sniffles, dragging the back of her hand across her nose and turning away before finn can see her red-rimmed eyes. “what are you doing here?” the roof of the holt house was sacred ground. even their parents had always respected that this was katie and matt’s special place. finn was intruding. but - she doesn’t protest when he ignores her ( as usual ), draping his jacket over her pyjama-clad shoulders. and she doesn’t look at him as he sits next to her, leaning back on his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him.
“fresh air. supposed to be good for the soul or some shit, right?”
katie snorts out a laugh, and she can practically feel finn’s satisfied smirk. she wipes her eyes with the jacket’s sleeve, pulling the worn cotton tighter around herself. it’s one of those stupid jock jackets, the kind football players always wear in the movies. “where’d you get this, anyways? i thought you needed talent to play sports.”
“hey, watch it. you of all people are not allowed to talk to me about sports.”
they both laugh. it feels nice.
then, without warning, finn’s arm falls heavy around her shoulders, pulling her close against his side. katie stiffens, for a moment; but the gesture is comforting, familiar, and soon she eagerly leans into it. a long moment passes in a more-or-less comfortable silence, before she mumbles out a small “thanks.”
"You've been glaring at me for a solid half hour." (from adam!)
“ i’m not glaring. ” she’s most definitely glaring.
her computer’s gone into sleep-mode as pidge sits, chin resting on her palm, staring from her spot at the table next to adam's. without warning, she slams it shut and scrambles over the cafeteria bench, moving over to sit across from adam. both her palms rest firmly on the table, like she’s ready to interrogate him. — which, okay, she probably is.
“so where’s shiro, huh? why aren’t you guys eating lunch together? did you get in a fight? what happened? what’d you do?”
I’LL FIND THE TRUTH, I’LL NEVER STOP — !
consider: tiny pidge in her mom or dad’s lab coat, the sleeves rolled up but still hiding her hands, the hem pooling on the floor, with far-too-big goggles falling down her face
pidge, flapping her too-long jacket sleeves around: >:3