give me your electric touch
for some reason my brain always resorts to drawing smug lance whenever i can’t think of anything else
for some reason my brain always resorts to drawing smug lance whenever i can’t think of anything else
H-hey Pidge! I have a crush you *whispers* I love you *leaves homemade chocolates*
Pidge: I will destroy these chocolates…
Pidge: slowly…
Pidge: With my mouth…
Pidge: … Thanks they are super good.