#greenbonded

MEME.  MEME TAG.  INBOX.  ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

pidge’s voice is shrill even before the porcelain tiles of the bathroom have had their way with it, bouncing it at harsh, inefficient angles that beat against his eardrums like someone’s trying to play them with firecrackers. he thinks of those old audio visualizers in windows media player, except all the spikes are daggers that stab with every sharp peak and echoing reverb—

he throws up.

last night tastes like grapefruit vodka and the creeping hindsight of I’m-going-to-regret-this.

       "no, no, pidge, katie, wait—” his mouth holds notes of hot and ready pizza, trying to stitch together his misadventures from hazy memories and taste alone. funny how they always end up here: matt with his head cradled over the toilet, a pounding headache, pidge looking smug. “you cannot tell mom and dad. I’ll—”

he keeps his (honey’s?) vodka chase down by force of will alone. 

★ — send a sentence // @greenbonded

despite his relationship with shiro, & shiro’s friendship with MATT, there’s not a lot adam knows of katie—but he is JUST NOW LEARNING that she’s a LOT like her BROTHER.

eyes wide to take in the calamity caused by her latest BOUT OF BOREDOM, but there’s AWE to be read within astonished features ; the invention she pieced together out of SO LITTLE to inevitably cause such MESS is nothing short of impressive ;                 nothing less than what he’d expect of a holt ;

introducing: the pidge height patrol

                                                                    meme     ☆  °  +  .  ◦  ✧     open   //

🎥- Favorite movie?                

THIS……      IS   A   RLY   HARD   QUESTION

a  10-song  mix  for  @greenbonded.    (    x.    temp  credit.    )

GIVE ME A CHARACTER / accepting

and I’ll break their ass down

      ❛    can  you  like  ...  slow  down ?  i  have  no  idea  what  you’re  saying .    ❜

LOCAL ASTRONAUT REALLY NEEDS A HAIRCUT.

a surprised noise sounds in the back of his throat, shoulders tensing like pidge has just— well, just pulled his hair. katie might have had years of brushing out stubborn knots (because her hair would predictably be just as stubborn as any of the holts) but matt, until the last couple years of his life in space, has maintained a short, low-maintenance cut.

         “hey—” he reaches backwards to snatch pidge’s wrist, shooting her a stern look. “that didn’t fly when you were six, it doesn’t fly just because you’re bedridden, either.”

just as quickly as he had scolded her, the look flits away into a halfhearted roll of his eyes: if I absolutely have to…

        “but you can braid it, if you want.”