pidge: “you know, if we wanted, we could probably commandeer the castle comms to play screamo music” hunk: “well i mean yeah but literally why would we ever want to do that”
pidge: “…” hunk: “…”
they do it
they Gotta
hunk is the good cop, pidge is the bad cop
refer to delicate scientific instruments as “the thingy,” ask for the other to get the thingy, somehow the right thingy is always retrieved
*pidge builds anything* hunk: “I Must Touch It”
hunk legitimately can’t handle how small pidge is
“i could crush pidge with a hug, lance. a hug. that’s. that’s so messed up” “hunk are u ok”
hunk: “where’s lance” pidge: “…i thought it was your turn to watch him”
pidge stands on hunk’s shoulders to reach tall things
“guys maybe we should head back. pidge’s been dissolving social constructs for the last two hours and i think i’m actually starting to agree, which is definitely a bad sign”
consider::: dumb teens trapped in space missing modern media so consistently quoting their fav shows/songs::
every time the team have to go out in their lions, very quietly over comms shiro whispers ‘space….the final frontier….’ EVERY TIME
allura making a Risky Decision and someone suggests maybe slowing down and wait to reconsider their moves but allura is like ‘no ive done my waiting!’ and before u know it ‘-TWELVE YEARS OF IT’ and allura is like wait no- ‘IN AZKABAM’
*after just saving/liberating a nearby planet* lance: well i guess thats just when good neighbours become good friends
adding ‘in space’ after anyone announcing they’re doing any activity, ever
‘keith no its too dangerous you’ll never make it!!’ ‘not until i shift into…..maximum overdrive’
‘FEED EM TO THE LIONS’ *rest of the team furiously backs up with a cappella dubstep noises*
answering the comm with ‘whats the sitch’
hunk, to himself, cooking: hi and welcome to cake boss, my names buddy and im the boss
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