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‘  my kink is getting some fuckin sleep.  ’
‘  omg here goes your lil crybaby ass.  ’
‘  the beatles wouldn’t even fucking exist if big time rush hadn’t paved the path for them so shut the fuck up.  ’
‘  don’t start buddy. don’t you dare.  ’
‘  gay rights? true, as a gay, i am always right.  ’
‘  not to vent, but: fuck.  ’
‘  the worst pain is to make small talk with someone you once told everything to.  ’
‘  i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot.  ’
‘  sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful.  ’
‘  i want to kiss you in a way that makes you not want to kiss anyone else ever again.  ’
‘  shout out to the people who are still friends with me even though i’m a fucking idiot.  ’
‘  it’s safe to assume that at any given moment i want to go back to bed.  ’
‘  i’m a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out.  ’
‘  i don’t go through people’s pictures on their phone cause i wasn’t raised in the jungle.  ’
‘  i think we, as a people, just need to have a glass of water.  ’
‘  i don’t have enough black clothes.  ’
‘  sweetie, i could sleep for ten years and i’d still be tired.  ’
‘  i would sleep so much better with your arms wrapped around me.  ’
‘  me??? tired??? sleepy??? yes, constantly.  ’
‘  i’m pb&j – petty, bitter, and jealous.  ’
‘  the fact that sloths aren’t extinct somehow proves that if you go at your own pace and mind your own fucking business you too can succeed.  ’
‘  i wish i could be the person i want to be, but i’m too tired.  ’
‘  i always look sleep deprived. is that hot?  ’
‘  just because there’s always room for improvement doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough.  ’
‘  my heart is a soft and sensitive mess.  ’
‘  all i want is a big garden and no responsibilities.  ’
‘  honestly someone not liking beyonce is a deal breaker and not for any political reasons, but just like you’re probably, definitely really boring.  ’
‘  hey guys, i’m a huge fan of genuine love and affection.  ’
‘  now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab.  ’
‘  i’ve been ever since i heard ‘lonely’ by akon at 9 years-old.  ’
‘  my new years resolution is to stop.  ’
‘  i’m irritated cause i’m not lovable in a romantic soulmate way.  ’
‘  i hate knowing that people that ruined parts of me still live and function like nothing ever happened.  ’
‘  i know i’m cute, but you can remind me.  ’
‘  hey, just wondering, but are you fucking kidding me????  ’
‘  i can’t wait to be in love with someone who is also deepfuck in love with me and we love each other forever n’ ever.  ’
‘  me? clingy? yes. please don’t leave me.  ’
‘  girlfriend application compatibility question: do you keep your depression pile on the bed or on the floor?  ’
‘  anything heart shaped is automatically 200% better. this is a fact.  ’
‘  today’s agenda: screaming into the abyss.  ’
‘  going from ‘today is a good day’ to ‘i hate my life’ takes me approximately 2.6 seconds.  ’
‘  everyone needs to wash their face and go to bed.  ’
‘  i’m worth so much more than the ways i’ve been treated.  ’
‘  hey, can i claim you guys as dependents on my taxes?  ’
‘  i really just ignore phone calls. like leave a message. i don’t check those either but like  ’
‘  i honestly just want to pack my bags and go travel the world and see and explore everything possible.  ’
‘  remember being little and thinking dandelions were fun or a pretty color or something and every adult in an 80 mile radius wouldn’t let you say that without screaming IT’S A WEED.  ’
‘  why did we just accept catdog?  ’
‘  my ‘stay in bed all day’ game’s too strong.  ’
‘  you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.  ’
‘  i always forget that i literally don’t owe anyone anything!  ’
‘  i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on.  ’
‘  honestly… us girls? us women? we always out here, knowin.  ’
‘  would an alien think i’m pretty?  ’
‘  i love boys, but only as a concept.  ’
‘  why do parents get mad when you sleep in all day? like i’m staying out of trouble and i’m not spending your money like what’s the issue here????  ’
‘  i identify as an inconvenience to the world.  ’
‘  i seriously regret telling anyone, anything, ever lmao  ’
‘  dating me is like dating a five year-old. i need all of your attention and i’m cranky if i haven’t had a nap.  ’
‘  i’m literally tired of myself.  ’
‘  don’t introduce me to ur parents unless you plan on marrying me because they’re going to love me and ask about me for the rest of your life lol  ’
‘  what the hell is a straight person? only straight thing i know about is the edge of my beloved sword.  ’
‘  i highly recommend never having feelings.  ’
‘  self care is going into a cornfield at night to get abducted by aliens.  ’
‘  staying up late with another human is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and a what-is-this feeling  ’
‘  do u ever feel like ur not even friends with ur friends?  ’
‘  um no offense but whom’st’ve going to loveth me?  ’
‘  date a girl who fucks everything up.  ’
‘  not all who mcfreakin wander are mcfreakin lost.  ’
‘  i may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled. i have no idea what i’m doing.  ’
‘  a fun and interesting fact about me is that i’m a fucking idiot.  ’
‘  you can start again anytime!  ’
‘  all you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point in wishing you had did differently. the past is the past.  ’
‘  i can’t believe an angel like me has to suffer so much.  ’
‘  you’re all so obsessed with love and being loved. what about just going to sleep?  ’
‘  i’m smart, but i do dumb shit anyway.  ’
‘  tbh i never deal with my emotions. i just let them ravage my body and then go to bed and then i wake up and do it all over again.  ’
‘  first of all: i don’t know shit, so jot that down.  ’
‘  i’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life.  ’
‘  i’m tired of things costing money.  ’
‘  don’t you hate it when you’re dead inside and run out of apps to refresh?  ’
‘  who cares? do better, move on.  ’
‘  i don’t need a significant other. just a significant income.  ’
‘  appreciation for everyone who’s ever talked to me bc i’m annoying and dumb.  ’
‘  thnks fr th mntl llnss.  ’
‘  what  hasn’t killed me has just made me overly sensitive and defensive.  ’
‘  i don’t know shit ya’ll!!!!! i’m just out here.  ’
‘  binge-watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant.  ’
‘  i’m in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell.  ’
‘  this might come as a shock but I’m Not Feelin too good my dudes.  ’
‘  i’m alive, but only ironically.  ’
‘  there she goes again being over dramatic and by she, i mean me.  ’
‘  do you ever feel like have tried Too Hard to a friend and now you have become That Obnoxious Weirdo?  ’
‘  lgbt: lasagna! garfield’s beloved treat.  ’
‘  my favorite phrase in the english language is ‘i shit you not.’  ’
‘  i’m a real boring bitch! a snoozer!  ’
‘  i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me?  ’
‘  you don’t understand how hard it is to take a selfie when you’re ugly.  ’
‘  you son of a mumford!  ’
‘  hi, i’m here to ruin everything.  ’
‘  you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead.  ’
‘  the year is 2020 and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him.  ’
‘  everybody calm down, we’re going to be fine! :))) we’ve weathered worse than this! :) :) :) :) really all this panic just seems like a huge overreaction imho   ’
‘  no beta readers. we publish our crap writing like men.  ’
‘  i need $$$$$ not feelings.  ’
‘  ‘idk imma see’ = i ain’t coming, never was coming, never considered it, never gave it a single thought, only remembered cause you asked again.  ’
‘  oops, i don’t care lol  ’
‘  why girls always crop the halo out of their selfies? stop being so modest. we know the truth.  ’
‘  maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,  ’
‘  i always get told i look like a bitch bc i’m always glaring while i walk, but i’m not glaring, i’m squinting. i have sensitive eyes. they’re watering.  ’
‘  concept: it’s 3 am. candle lit room. a record is spinning. you’re kissing me. we have no worries in the world. we’re warm and content.  ’
‘  i need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half.  ’
‘  pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars.  ’
‘  life really isn’t what i expected it to be. less quicksand. almost no quicksand to be honest. lots of metaphorical quicksand tho.  ’
‘  i have a question for u: like are u done… like is it over?  ’
‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive.  ’
‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. for me, it’s myself.  ’
‘  whenever i see police i always try not to act suspicious and fail internally even though i never did anything wrong.  ’
‘  new years resolution: less bitter, more glitter.  ’

  • lance: keith, i need to talk to you about something...
  • keith: yea? what's up?
  • lance: ok so i was thinking... what if for the rest of september, all of october, and maybe the rest of our lives as the paladins of voltron, we make it so that the lions blast the ghostbuster theme song whenever we form voltron and stuff???
  • keith:
  • lance:
  • keith:
  • lance:
  • keith:
  • lance: i know its a pretty silly idea, i just thought i'd ask anyway since ur the leader now but i mean its ok if you say no,, like, its no big deal or whatev- oh my god keith what are you doing
  • keith, on one knee: fucking marry me
Age is but a Number, Love is Infinite

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times

Request: Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?

A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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anonymous asked:

hi !!! can u help me stan Loona ???? I always see u reblog abt them it's just idk where to start!! how many members are there??

!!!!

Okay so loona has not debuted yet, they’re set to debut in december this year.

They have this thing where each month BlockBerry Creative introduce one of the members to us, as well as release a solo song for that certain member and another song with the other introduced members. Each members have their MV shot in different countries and different animals!!!!!

So far, the introduced members are (in order):

October’s girl: Jeon Heejin
DOB: October 19, 2000
Position: Vocalist, Leader
- Scared of pigeons (this kid cried at the shooting set in Paris bc of this save her)
- Can play guitar
ViViD / ViViD (Acoustic Ver) / ViViD (Acoustic Live) / ViViD dance practice
Location: Paris | Animal: Rabbit | Color: Bright pink

November’s girl: Kim Hyunjin
DOB: November 15, 2000
Position: Vocalist
- Can play piano
Around You / Around You (film ver.) / Around You (Acoustic Live)
I’ll Be There (ft. Heejin)
Location: Tokyo | Animal: Cat | Color: Yellow

December’s girl: Jo Haseul
DOB: August 18, 1997 (thats my birthday!!!!!!!)
Position: Vocalist, Sub-rapper
- Scared of pigeons
- Was in a lot of art related activities in school
- Can play guitar
Let Me In / LAYBACKSOUND’s The Starry Night (Haseul Acoustic cover)
Location: Iceland | Animal: Bird
The Carol (ft. Heejin & Hyunjin)
Location: London | Animal: bird | Color: Green

January’s girl: Im Yeojin
DOB: November 11, 2002
Height: about 160cm / 4'11" (According to a fanacc)
Position: Vocalist
- Nicknamed ‘bean sprout’ by Haseul
- Maknae (so far)
Kiss Later / Kiss Later (choreography ver.) / My Melody (ft. Haseul)
Location: Taiwan | Animal: Frog | Color: Orange

Febuary & March’s subunit: LOONA 1/3
Members: Heejin, Hyunjin, Haseul, ViVi (new member)
Love&Live / Love&Live (choreogaphy ver.) / You and Me Together (special m/v)
- The first appearance LOONA has made on music shows
Location: New Zealand & Hong Kong

April’s girl: ViVi
Real name: Wong Viian
DOB: December 9, 1996
Position: N/A
- Was a model in Hong Kong
Everyday I Love You (ft. Haseul) / Everyday I Need You (ft. Jinsoul)
Animal: Deer | Color: Pastel Rose

May’s girl: KimLip
Real name: Kim Jeongeun
DOB: February 10, 1999
Position: Vocalist, Dancer
Eclipse / Twilight
- Gained attention for having an album track (Twilight) produced by Cha Cha Malone, known for his works with Jay Park
Animal: Owl | Color: Red

June’s girl: Jinsoul
DOB: June 13, 1997
Position: Vocalist, Rapper, Dancer
- In LOONAverse, she was kept in a basement (??) and is now freed
Singing In The Rain
Animal: Fish | Color: Royal blue

They have a series called LOONA TV where they upload a short (when i say short i really mean short theyre like 20 sec) video of them behind the scenes, traveling to the MV shooting locations and stuff on their Youtube channel

Honestly all of their stuff are so high quality and aesthetically pleasing, and they’re such talented sweet kids as well. 

I promise, if you check out just their solo mv’s you’ll be hooked. pls support my baby girls, anticipate their future members and debut!!!!

doodleboots  asked:

You said your house was haunted by "parakeets and Amish Satan" EXPLAIN

…I don’t remember posting about that on here omfg how deep in my personal tag are you? 😂 Those are two different stories so this is probably gonna be long.

Alright, so I was always that freaky little ‘I see dead people’ shithead when I was a kid. You know, that asshole kid that gives detailed descriptions of relatives that died before they were born and says they see them on the ceiling or some shit? That was me. Important to the stories. I’ll start with the parakeets.

Okay, so when I was like…Maybe 5 or 6, I really wanted to get a pet. We had a dog, but I was not the dog’s favorite person, and I was in that whole ‘I wanna prove I’m responsible’ stage of childhood, so I ambushed my parents with the pet question when we were out to dinner. (Which was a strategic move, as I knew all the waiters at the restaurant liked me and would maybe throw in a pity “Aww, get the girl a pet” comment as a guilt trip if they over heard the conversation. It totally worked lmao)

So, after a long debate about animals, my parents decided to get me parakeets. Which, I had not been aiming for (I wanted something cuddly, and I like birds in theory, not in practice) but I was not in a position for arguing when I was about to get a pet, so I agreed and we headed off to PetSmart and got two birds.

Now, over the course of my childhood, I only had three birds- Blueberry, Banana, and Snowcap. You can probably figure out what they looked like, I was not the most creative child. So, in our old house, which was, frankly, a better house, they had a great life! We kept them in the living room, right next to the huge glass doors that lead to the backyard so they got a lot of sunlight and fresh air, we were great about cleaning up their feathers, they didn’t feel attention starved so they weren’t too loud or annoying. It was great.

Then we moved to our current house, and that’s where it starts getting complicated.

See, my mom and I were both on a depression battle, and if you know anything about that, it made it very hard for us to do things. Energy wasn’t there. So while we were obviously still feeding the birds and everything, we definitely let the cage get messy and stopped cleaning up feathers. We had them on the bay window in my living room, so it looked like a mess, which really pissed my Aunt Gail off. Gail was a psycho bitch, for reference, but she had moved in with us to help pay bills and insisted the birds were taken out of the living room, which I wasn’t really down with, but I also wasn’t down with her locking me in a closet, so I listened to her. So Blueberry and Snowcap got banished to the computer room, where there was very little light, always loud music playing, and barely any attention for them. I remember they’d get so loud and we’d just throw a sheet over the cage or turn the lights off or yell for them to shut up. As it stands now, I realize we definitely ended up mistreating the birds, and I feel incredibly guilty about that, but as a little kid with very little patience and a fear of birds, who was mostly following her mother and aunt’s actions, I didn’t understand. I got pretty detached from them because of where I was mentally, and I remember when they both died (separately- Blueberry held on for a while, so she was sadly alone for a while), I like, forced all emotion about it away and just didn’t focus on it. Do you know what I mean? I was pretending like I wasn’t effected, like it was a non-issue, and like tbh I didn’t even let myself focus on how effed up that is until a couple years ago. But that was just the headspace I was in.

Okay, so anyway, birds: I always hear them outside my window during the day, chirping up a storm, but at night? It’s usually dead silent, with the occasional hoot from an owl who’s literally only there to make me think about the movie “The Fourth Kind” in the middle of the night. Fuck that owl, I don’t want to think about that movie.

Sometimes, though, when I’m having an Insomniac Episode ™ , I’ll be in the computer room (there’s no wifi in my house, we’re still in the 90′s) late at night, messing around, and for a short amount of time I’ll hear birds, like, screeching. And I never really thought much about it, because like, nature can do whatever it wants, but it started getting a little odd. Like, I’d leave the computer room to go downstairs for a bit, and I’d hear absolutely nothing. Dead silence, even though the kitchen is directly below it and thus has the same trees, or even if I leave the door open, it’s just quiet. But the second I step off the step and into the room, it starts back up. Weird, right? I started feeling really eerie about it, and started purposefully leaving the computer room whenever it started up.

And then, that lead me to noticing when it started up…It was always at 3:00am to 4:00 am. Which is, you know, The Witching Hour. The Ghost Hour. The Demon Hour. Plenty of names, but all the same concept. Any self-respecting paranormal fucker knows that things get weird at 3:00 am. The veil’s a little thinner then.

And that in itself freaked me out, but I always feel pretty freaked out at that time anyway, because as mentioned, I’m That Asshole Kid who hears disembodied voices and sees things out of the corner of my eye and always feels like something is right behind me. That’s only gotten better and worse with age in different ways- but anyway, while the bird stuff was freaking me out, I had yet to put together what it was, because frankly I’m just a wimp and I thought it was overall anxiety making me hear things.

So then, a little under a year ago, I’m watching some show about the paranormal and animals, and some dude is recounting a story about a ghost cat or something, and I remember being like…what the fuck, animals can be ghosts? What? Because that’s not something that ever occurred to me before, and not something I had heard of. And the guy went on to say something like if the animals were mistreated in life, they have as much chance to come back as a person-ghost who died tragically or something. And I just like, had a flash, of realizing how we had definitely mistreated the birds, and how I only hear screaming birds in their room, at 3:00 am, and it was just sort of an “everything clicked together moment”, and I was like, shit. I’m being haunted by my old pet parakeets.

I still hear them all the time, but I mean, I’m not turning out lights or telling them to shut up anymore, because honestly? They definitely have a reason to complain and make their voices heard over that. Like, if they need to let out frustration from beyond the grave, they definitely have my attention.

Okay, on to Amish Satan.

So in…Fifth grade, my class took a field trip to Lancaster, to tour some old coal mines and see some donkeys and stuff. It was nothing special, honestly, but it was a fun trip. So anyway, they had a little gift shop the let us go into because what’s a field trip without souvenirs? And they were mostly selling coal related stuff- I’ve got a little statue of a mouse made out of coal on my nightstand that I got there. But they were also selling these little Amish dolls, right? So as a young girl with a great love for dolls (I used to have a huge collection of all kinds), obviously I had to get one.

So I picked out a guy doll because I loved the shade of blue they used for his shirt, he had little black suspenders and a black hat, it was cute. Paid the store owner, got on the bus with my new little friend to head home.

(Completely unrelated to the story, but back then I was anime trash and decided to name this poor thing Kiyo after the main character from Zatch Bell lmao)

So anyway, on the bus home, I started getting slightly…unsettled by the fact he didn’t have a face. Like, it didn’t bother me when I bought him, but now it was starting to really freak me out. I kept asking the teachers why Amish dolls didn’t have faces, but no one had answers for me, which was frustrating, because I thought if I could understand the reasoning, it wouldn’t freak me out as much.

I was starting to regret buying it, but when we got back to school, my friend Rachel whipped out a sharpie and said “It’s yours anyway, just give him a face yourself!” which sounded like a relatively good idea. I drew the least intimidating face I could- two simple big eyes, point for a nose, big goofy smile with his tongue sticking out. It’s cute and dumb. Seriously, I still have the doll, you don’t look at this thing and think “Satan” at all.

So, me and my friends played with this doll all the time. We’d use to make him do tricks and flip him around and stuff- I remember one year we accidentally got him stuck on the Christmas tree and left him up there with all the decorations because we thought it was the funniest thing ever. This was like our go-to doll. We loved the thing. And sure, I’d have a weird experience every now and then, but I had absolutely no reason to think it was connected to the doll, because the things weren’t that out-of-ordinary for me.

So, in sixth grade, I had to start going to this free children’s hospital in the city called Shriners, and there were always a lot of Amish people there, because it was free and they have higher risks for birth defects and problems. And I was a super shy child, but at the same time I didn’t want to sit quietly in a waiting room for a millions years, so I’d usually quietly bond with a kid over some of the toys the waiting room had out, or if I was just reading I’d still make a point to smile politely at everyone I made eye contact with. The adults always seemed suspicious of me, but I figured it was just a whole ‘Amish vs The English’ thing, or because my health problems were a lot less physically obvious than their children’s and they were upset about that. It made me feel uncomfortable, but it was nothing serious.

Except one day, I was making small talk with one family and the little girl had a doll out, and I just said something like “Oh I have one of those dolls! It has a face on it though.” And her mother got all wide eyed and dragged her kids to the other side of the room while talking in their language (I don’t know the name of it) and I was just like???? Oh shit what did I do??? Like it was strange omg.

So anyway, time goes on. I get older, I stop playing with dolls, and actually end up selling or trashing most of them. I kept the Amish doll around though, but it wasn’t like me and my friends were playing with him every day anymore. He was just there. Something inside of me couldn’t bear to get rid of him, but I wasn’t doing anything with him either.

And after a while, it started to feel weird. Like…uncomfortable. Sort of a ‘why don’t you play with me anymore’ vibe, which sounded so stupid, because I was in high school at this point, I could not justify thinking an old toy was sad. This isn’t fucking Toy Story, you know? (Incidentally, while I love the Toy Story films, they’re also lowkey my worst nightmares).

I remember edging around him. Like, he still has the same dumb, cutesy face drawn on, but something was making me uncomfortable to be around him. I felt watched and guilty and nervous. At some point he ended up on the staircase leading to my computer room, just laying there for a couple years. Neither me or my mom ever bothered to touch him.

Okay, so then I go away for my only semester of college, and one day I was in the group chat with my friends and we were talking about creepy things that have happened to us. And I brought up this doll, and they were kinda interested and I remember saying “Watch me come home for break and he’s not gonna be wear I left him” as a joke.

I get home from break…Guess who’s not fucking on the steps like he’d been for the past 3 years?

I was cracking up, I remember texting my friend Zoe who started freaking out, but I was like “Okay, creepy coincidence, but obviously my mom must’ve just moved him or thrown him out”.

…Except my mom had no idea what I was talking about. She had no memory of this doll, let alone walking past it all the time for three years while it sat on the steps. She swore she didn’t move it.

So I was like…okay,

So then I’m back home officially and I still can’t find it. I searched everywhere- not even because I wanted the doll, just because not knowing where it was was making me feel even more nervous and anxious than having to tip-toe around it. I had random scary thoughts pop up in my head of it appearing in my room suddenly, or moving on it’s own. I was really freaking myself out- being paranoid is what I’m best at.

Okay, at some point down the line, one day I’m on my couch just flicking through channels, and I come across a marathon of a show called “Amish Haunting” (Honestly, check it out if you like ghost shows, it’s pretty cool). The episode that happens to be playing is feature a segment called “The Faceless Doll” and the paranormal experience that family had when an English neighbor gave their young daughter a doll with a face. Shit got fucked up for this family. Real shit guys.

They explained within the episode that the reason for faceless dolls is because the Amish believe that fake faces- like on dolls, in photographs, what have you- are an invitation for the Devil into your home. They believe he can use the fake eyes to see into your life and watch you and grow stronger and mess you up, basically. So, when 10 year old Molly drew that face on, not only was she accidentally disrespecting the Amish’s beliefs, she was basically unwittingly inviting Satan into her house, and then using him as a best play mate with her two other Catholic School Girl friends. Iconic.

I have since found the doll- mind you, in a place where he literally never should have been- but things seem…Calmer? I do occasionally feel a little watched, but honestly I feel like now that I’m aware my doll is potentially housing Satan, we’re on better terms? Allegedly a couple of my friends have had weird experiences after insulting him, but I wasn’t around so I can’t confirm or deny. Like, I definitely still get creeped out by him, but not as much, and I don’t feel a weird sad aura around the doll anymore.

So, now I’m just kinda hoping we stay on these chill mutual grounds and I don’t, like, get possessed or anything. But yeah, that’s the story of Amish Satan, you just gotta be a little respectful with him.

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  • permanently occupied with your past
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  • raise boys and girls the same way
  • art will survive, artists won’t
  • will nature make a man off me yet?
  • there will be a note
  • our respect ran so dry
  • life has a hopeful undertone
  • our brains are sick but that’s okay
  • i want to do all the things your lungs do so well
  • i’m dying to live
  • make art, not friends
  • thanks for the tragedy, i needed it for my art
  • i’m literally emo but let’s call it pop punk
  • raised to be stupid but taught to be nothing at all
  • we will find a destination that may only be seen with a naked mind
  • i sing of a greater love, let me know when you’ve had enough
  • life isn’t about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself
  • i am not afraid to walk this world alone
  • DEFEND POP PUNK
  • try going to war
  • a microscopic miracle
  • a mortal playing god
  • put on some war paint
  • joy bloody division that’s who
  • if it looks like i’m laughing, i’m really just asking to leave
  • i’m not like them i can’t pretend
  • i’m just the way the doctor made me
  • i can’t stand my own mind
  • a poet is a blind optimist
  • i accept lostness forever
  • when did you look at your skin and decided you were an impotent dirty old locomotive?
  • well, my gun fires seven shades of shit
  • i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
  • i don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision
  • she tasted like imported sophistication and domestic cigarettes
  • love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered and fear i never will
  • great writers are indecent people, they live unfairly saving the best part for paper
  • well you can hide a lot about yourself, but honey what are you gonna do?
  • i was killing before killing was cool
  • another cog in a murder machine
  • we are all a bunch of animals that never paid attention in school
  • it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing
  • these bright lights have always blinded me
  • ask no questions and you’ll get no lies
  • you’re always haunted by the idea that you’re wasting your life
  • i exist too much
  • but i come to love you, am i born to bleed?
  • i must admit i can’t explain any of these thoughts racing through my brain
  • who says we have cold hearts?
  • the most heroic word in all languages is revolution
  • born from some mother’s womb (just like any other room)
  • reach the dumb to fool the crowd
  • self induced manipulation
  • tv taught me how to feel now real life has no appeal
  • if all we are is just machines let’s become a miracle and break free from these chains
  • those who don’t know their history are doomed to repeat it
  • what would you rather be? the poet or the poem?
  • we are drowning in information but starved for knowledge
  • he made me understand why hurricanes are named after people
  • when you look death in the eye and death blinks first nothing seems impossible
  • he pretend he’s okay but you should see him late at night 
  • nothing kills a man faster than his own head
Do you want me to lie and say I love you?

25.         “Being your friend is basically ruining my life”

40.         “What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and say i love you?”

 A/N: TOM HOLLAND IS A CINNAMON rOLL AND WoULD NEVER HURT ANYONE O K A Y

warning: i think there was swearing? sexual shit, tom being a f u c king asshole

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The Cost of Justice (Archie x Reader)

200 Writing Prompts: Number 15 with KJ or Archie? :) you are a great writer (Idk if you do KJ/Archie or if you just do Jughead/Cole so it’s ok if you do it with Jug or Cole instead) thank you ❤ –Anonymous

Imagine: In the hunt for his father’s killer, Archie takes the investigation too far, endangering the one person he had left.


Archie Andrews was never the same since his father’s murder in Pop’s that fateful morning. He cut off all connection with his friends (”possible suspects,” he muttered), quitting the football team and electing to finish his sophomore year online. He even forged documents to make it appear as though his mother took guardianship of him and was living in Riverdale. Nothing would stand in his way of finding the criminal who did this.

Nothing except you.


After the fiasco with Miss Grundy, and the fiasco with Valerie, Archie Andrews found himself without a musical partner. He sometimes observed you playing various instruments in a practice room, and asked if you would meet with him once a week to work on song ideas. You’d heard the rumors about him, but it seemed innocent enough. You knew he was borderline-dating Veronica Lodge, anyhow. Archie was nice and had very creative ideas, and your musical sessions quickly became one of the highlights of your boorish week.

After weeks of many unanswered phone calls and texts, you decided to visit his house to see if your partnership would continue. Walking into the Andrews residence to see Archie sitting on the floor of his hallway, surrounded by newspaper clippings and empty beer bottles was not what you expected.

“…Archie?“ You whispered, setting down your guitar in the entryway.

Archie looked up at you with the saddest eyes in the world. “Is it okay if we raincheck this week?”

Used to taking care of your drunken father, you went to work cleaning up the beer bottles and scooping Archie up off the floor. Damn, that boy was heavy. And smelly.

Guiding him to the kitchen table, you told him to explain everything. And explain everything, he did.


You went from being Archie’s harmonizing voice to being his deputy detective. You helped him collect articles, testimonies, photographs, and records (some illegally) and hung them in his living room a la Jughead’s “murder board”. You helped him interview suspects–no one batted an eye towards a high schooler with no big family connections, doing a slice of life essay for her Riverdale Town History class. You craved adventure, and found yourself becoming increasingly obsessed with the investigation.

Soon enough, you found your role in Archie’s investigation growing to more than that of a partner.

“Another dead end,” Archie said with an exasperated sigh. He buried his head in his hands, resting it on the diner table. You stared down at him in pity. After a particularly nasty argument, you’d confiscated all of the alcohol in his house, forcing him to vow not to drink if you were to continue being his partner. He was emotionally exhausted and physically withdrawing.

“Don’t worry, Archie,” you said with a smile. “I won’t give up until we find who did this.”

Archie took your hands in his, kissing your fingers. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

 A blush heated your face, and you looked back and forth to see if anyone had caught the small display of affection.

Sitting across the restaurant, Veronica Lodge glared at you with a look that could kill.


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School Crush

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Request: Hey, I was wondering if you were able to do an imagine with Peter Parker x reader where the reader only ever hangs out and is friends with girls but starts developing a huge crush with peter while doing a project together? Can the reader be really shy and introverted and a huge nerd? PS I loved your first Peter Parker imagine you did

A/N: Geez… If you’re talking about the first Peter Parker imagine I did, that must mean this one is wayyy overdue. Hope you like this one, sorry it took me so long! ALSO, my undereducated (my fault), dumb North-European self had no idea if this is the kind of subject people do projects in school OR if all the little info I made the reader say is like common knowledge in there. So excuse me and the school system we have i here. We don’t learn about inventors that much. No requests for a second part, please.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Words: 3,244

Warnings: “third base” is mentioned once, some (harmless) name-calling between friends


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  • *After both getting kicked in the face by Basashi*
  • Domyoji: We had a bonding moment! I cradled you in my arms!
  • Bando: Nope, don't remember it, didn't happen.
When the signs are hinting for you to stop talking
  • ARIES: short responses and limited eye contact, maybe even reduced to a grunt or animalistic sound
  • TAURUS: looking around maybe not even responding, most likely to just ignore them until they fade away
  • GEMINI: trying to change the subject and wishing for someone more entertaining to come along
  • CANCER: probably the most blatant, can literally just cut you off and not care
  • LEO: if you've been talking about yourself for too long, they're not going to keep listening, you should know
  • VIRGO: maybe the nicest about it, they'll try and listen for as long as they wish to torture themselves, but don't count on them to look entertained
  • LIBRA: tries to wait for a small pause and then changes the subject or sees a new person and calls them, v smooth, v sneaky
  • SCORPIO: cannot even contain the sarcasm and disinterest in their eyes
  • SAGITTARIUS: they're usually actually interested in what everyone has to say, but they will respond with complete honesty of their opinion so watch out
  • CAPRICORN: will listen and maybe make faces, but can't wait to tell someone what dumb thing you just said
  • AQUARIUS: they know who they don't like to hear speak, they might just pretend you're not even there, real cold
  • PISCES: will try v hard to look interested but can't help but looking interested in absolutely anything else going on, if you're not getting full attention, you're barely getting any

anonymous asked:

Hi! Just thought that you should know scottishboop on twitter is trying to pass of your sniper McCree art as her own.

Thanks for letting me know! I dropped a comment on the post in question – although, it looks like it ain’t just my work they’re trying to claim as theirs (which is incredibly dumb of them really, considering the amount of difference between the art styles of each piece). If anyone recognizes any other artists’ works that have been reposted there, it might be an idea to let them know as well. Hopefully it’ll all get resolved soon in any case– shame that the first time I use twitter in months is for such a thing tho, lol

EDIT: not five minutes later, they’ve blocked me! lmao

I’m sorry you’re going through a rough patch right now. I hope things start to look up soon! I’m sending you my positive energy! I hope a small request like this can help a little. Stay strong <3

Bakugo
- Bakugo isn’t exactly the kindest, most optimistic person there is

- He knows this, and because of it, your existence baffles him a little

- You’re always so cheerful! Even when he curses in your direction you shake it off, when he makes a snide remark you turn it around into something nice

- “You’re pissing me off today” he’d snark, and you’d reply with something dumb - “Aw, so you like hanging out with me all other days?”

- Bakugo had no idea how you managed to be so positive all the time, but something about your unending optimism attracted him to you, and he found himself falling for you

- You two were going to work on homework at your place (it was actually a dumb excuse to spend time with you - everyone knew Bakugo never did his homework with someone else!)

- When you didn’t answer the door, he let himself in, a little annoyed that you didn’t come down to greet him

- “Where the hell are you?” He steps inside, and then decides to head up to your room

- He freezes when he hears muffled sobbing coming from the other side of the door

- He barges in almost immediately, “[____]? What the fuck’s going on? Did something happen?”

- You’re crying too much to be embarrassed that Bakugo caught you in this state - “N-Nothing happened,” you stutter out between sobs, “I’m just so useless! Pathetic! I’m the problem. The world would be better off without me.”

- A flash of anger clouds Bakugo’s face, and he grabs your hands tightly in his, “Don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that.”

- “No one cares for me,” you wail

- “That’s not true - I do! But fuck that - who the hell cares about what others think? Be selfish, [___]! Live for yourself, for fuck’s sake.”

- As you cry, Bakugo pulls you close against his chest, albeit a little awkwardly. Aware of his outburst and of your state, his voice is softer when he speaks again, 

- “Everyone feels bad sometimes. No one is fucking happy all the time - not even you - and that’s normal. You’re only human. Don’t force yourself to be happy if you’re not. I… I like you the way you are - your happiness, your sadness, your anger. Don’t erase any part of yourself. Got it?”

Shinsou

- When Shinsou comes over to your place, lets himself in after you don’t answer the front door, he hears your quiet crying from your room

- He doesn’t know what to do at first - maybe he should come back later and let you cry in peace? would you be embarrassed if he came in? You were always so cheerful, after all!

- But he panics more, and decides it’s better to risk embarrassing you if it might help you, too

- “[___]?” He knocks on your bedroom door, and your crying abruptly stops, “…What’s wrong? I’m coming in, okay?”

- He comes in and sees your red, teary face, and worry crosses his own, “What happened? [___]?” He sits down next to you, but does not initiate an embrace, even though he wants to

- “I’m such a burden,” you sob, “And now, I’m burdening you, too… I just… I wish I were never born. I-I’m sorry.”

- Shinsou takes both your hands into his, firmly, but his touch is still gentle. “Look at me,” he says, voice as firm as his touch, “[___], look at me.”

- When you look at him, teary eyed, he speaks again, “You’re not a burden. You mean so much to me, and I hate seeing you in pain like this. You are loved.”

- Though his words are kind, they bring a sense of guilt to you, as though you’re cheating him, making him think that you’re a wonderful person when you’re really not.

- “I-I’m so scared of… of you one day seeing me the way I see myself.” You choke on your tears, “Then you’ll realise there’s nothing here to love.”

- Shinsou cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him again, a gentle touch, “And I yearn for the day when you see yourself the way I see you. A bright, wonderful person. But a person nonetheless, with sadnesses and fears as well.”

- “It’s alright. You can just be yourself. You are good enough. And I love you the way you are.” Shinsou whispers, even as you calm down.

Kirishima

- He knows something’s up when you don’t answer the door, and Kirishima carefully goes upstairs to your room

- When he hears your muffled crying he barges into the room without knocking, looking bewildered

- Embarrassed, too, but at this moment he’s far too concerned for you to be worried about embarrassment

- “[___]! What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He asks at once, and kneels down in front of you, grasping your hands tightly

- It worries him awfully when you attempt to pull your hands away - you never behave this way! “[____}?” He prods you again, this time a little gentler.

- “I-It’s nothing,” you breathe out shakily, still crying, “I’m fine, y-you can leave.”

- Kirishima frowns deeply, “It’s not nothing. What’s wrong? If you’re feeling a certain way, then you can’t help it, right? There’s a valid reason for you to feel it. Let me help you out. We’ll get you feeling better in no time, right?”

- Though he grins in an attempt to lighten the mood just a little, you can tell it’s even forced for him - he’s genuinely worried.

- “I… I just feel as though I… I’m out of place. No one cares for me, I don’t fit in, and if I died then nothing would change. So what am I still doing here?”

- All lightheartedness is gone from Kirishima’s expression now, replaced with seriousness. He sits down next to you instead, and pulls you into a deep embrace

- “That’s not true,” he says, and you realise how shaky his voice is - is he crying, too?

- “If you were to… to die,” the words stick in his throat, “my entire world would crumble. And your family’s. And all our friends’. And the schools’. Don’t say that nothing would change. Maybe we can’t change the entire world - but your existence is precious. To me. To so many others.”

- “And I’ll stay by your side until you no longer feel this way. Okay? If you can’t love yourself, then I’ll love you enough for the two of us.”

i’ve been thinking lately about how time is an actual hoax, it’s literally a liar! we’ve made time up and we’re slaves to it, updating our calendars, filling them so we’re full to the brim. 

now i’m here watching the sun set over my apartment building that i have seen at least a hundred times and trying to study and i’m missing my snack and.. we must control time. schedule everything. control it all. but there is no such thing as time, it’s all happening right now. 

like just go out and watch the sun go down or whatever you want to do without clocking yourself. do whatever your heart desires and know that you matter, even if you feel like your timeline doesn’t match up to anyone else’s. even if your naps are at all the wrong times and you did some really dumb things a long time ago, like me, or you never finished college. i’ve always wished so hard for a time machine so i could undo the things from my past that i regret… & undo… & redo.

but there is no time machine, life keeps going and there’s no turning back, there’s no changing it, no controlling it. so just keep going because honestly, what other choice is there? 

Creepypasta #1229: The Game Master

Length: Super long

Note: This story contains racial slurs. 

From under my blindfold, I could detect the flickering of lights as I was led to the basement floor. Echoes of dripping water splattered against something metallic. My nose filled with the stench of mildew and something rotten. A man pushed hard into my back to make sure I wouldn’t try escaping. Like that was an option. 

He removed my blindfold once the door to the basement was shut and led me into a small room with no windows. Once inside, I was met by four other men and one female. Each of them had a captor of their own. I had just enough time to see all of their faces before being thrown into a chair.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice shaken.

“I dunno,” the man in front me said. His arms were as large as my head and were covered in tattoos. He wore a white bandana that had splotches of blood on it. I’m assuming his trip to the basement hadn’t gone without protest.

“You’re here to play a game,” a man walked into the room holding a revolver on a black cloth.

The woman to my right started sobbing.

“I’m sure you are all familiar with Russian Roulette,” the man said.

Each of us seated at the table exchanged glances.

“We play the game a bit differently here,” he said, putting the gun at the center of the table. “There are five shots in this gun instead of one. I’ll spin the gun and whoever it points at will pick it up.”

A short black man to my left began struggling in his seat. “Fuck that, man!”

The man behind him pulled a pipe of some kind from behind his back and swung it to the side of the man’s head. The impact made an awful sound that rang out in the basement like sneakers on a basketball court.

“You’ll play or we’ll play for you,” the man behind him said. “And trust me, you don’t want us to play for you.”

“I have a wife and kids at home,” the man who sat between the tattooed guy and the black guy was tall with glasses. He looked like the smart scientist from the Ghostbusters movies.

“Me too,” the guy sitting next to the girl said. He had long black hair and wore a hemp necklace. I couldn’t be sure in the lighting but it looked like he may have been wearing eye liner.

“Good, I’m glad we have something at stake,” the man walked away from the table. “My name, eh, my name doesn’t matter. I’m the Game Master.”

What a stupid name, I thought to myself. I guess it didn’t matter if his name was dumb or not. He had us all hostage and we were his players whether we liked the idea or not.

“Now back to the rules,” the Game Master said. “When you pick up the gun you will choose who to shoot. That’s what makes our game so much more fun than the boring ol’ Russian Roulette. We give you the choice.”

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happy birthday you yeasty boi

@rawrienstein @blogienstein (idk which one to tag lol)

anonymous asked:

The minor trio (and possibly Seven? only if you want to though i know that's breaking the rules) reacting to finding out via actions or words that MC would be willing to literally die for them?

V

  • “The only way Rika will ever touch you again is over my dead body,” you say to him after the Alaska Wilderness camp “lost track of her”, and V takes takes this very, very seriously because he is a sweet angel who worries far too much.
  • Passionately, he implores you not to treat your own well-being so lightly, clasping your hands between his as he goes on and on about how you have so much to live for.
  • “You’re so amazing! You shouldn’t ever think of putting my wellbeing before yours!”
  • “I would never forgive myself if you got hurt instead of me! This is all because of my mistakes!”
  • “I deserve it!”
  • You smoosh his cheeks between your hands and say no it isn’t, you idiot cornchip, and you can’t stop me from loving you enough to fight a bear for you.”
  • v is not sure what to think in the face of your determination other than he does not like this idea at all.

Unknown (Saeran)

  • Saeran makes an idle comment about how his dad would love to shoot him, and you’re like, “PFT RIGHT he’d have to get through me first.”
  • Obviously, this dumb shit turns it into a competition.
  • “You’re willing to take a bullet for me? I’d take on a train for you!”
  • “Yeah? Well I’d fight an entire group of mobsters for you!”
  • “Well I’d fight the entire government for you, AND I’d punch the president!”
  • (saeran you’d punch the president anyway you have no self control)
  • This quickly amps up and up until the two of you are yelling at each other how you’d punch the fucking moon before it could crash into the earth for the sake of the other, and Seven pokes his head in and says,
  • “Neither of you would get the chance, because I am ready for death and I would die for both of you.”
  • fuck off, Seven
  • stop being the third wheel in this death competition.

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood puts their face in their hands and groans, because damn it, of course they couldn’t escape the sins of their past. Of course some agency nutjob would come after them, and of course they’d put what little peace they’d managed to hold onto in jeopardy.
  • You put your hand on their shoulder and tell them that the entire organization will burn in hell if they try to touch Vanderwood.
  • Vanderwood does not seem particularly impressed, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “You would kill yourself for a corn-chip.”
  • “No I wouldn’t, I’d kill you for a corn-chip, there’s a big difference.”
  • “Okay, how does the ranking system work here. Corn-chips are at the top, then me, then… my death with no reward?”
  • You smooch the top of their head. “No, silly. It’s just that, if someone kills you, it’s going to be me.”
  • the thought that this might actually be a true statement perturbes them somewhat. similarly, they consider what they would actually do if it you were given an opportunity to do something dumb and life-threatening for them.
  • ………
  • they. probably would be completely unable to stop you, wouldn’t they. shit.

jd week day x - Whatever you like!

wew jonadio week has ended ! it was a wild ride from start to finish haha its probably really obvious i had to rush most of my drawings besides the first one but aaaa still fun as heck!!

anyway just wanna thank everyone who’s liked my art over the last week !!! fun fact: I originally just made a tumblr just to participate in jonadio week but everyone’s been really really nice and cool and wow i’m just heart eyes x10000 thank you all for indulging me in my weird AU ideas hahah a i’ll try to stick around longer and not let uni work crUSH me ,, 

yall made my first week of semester greato daze <3 and ironically made me more productive in my studies aND art. bless you all forever bless 

also blank version under the cut if you wanna make some dumb meme

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s-n-o-w-deactivated20170702  asked:

I've been following your blog for a while but I'm still a bit confused on Malek and Dallas's relationship. Could you summarize or link me to posts explaining it? If not, it's alright! (Love your art all the way. It's super cute!)

Dallas and Malek are Best Friends Forever and they’re also hopelessly in love with each other but they’re both super dumb and stuff because they’re in high school and swirling in the vast, empty expanse of messy and pathetic teenager mutual pining.
They’re both from my comic, where you can read over at @eeriecrests !
Dallas has been in love with Malek for so long, but he’s so timid and his defense mechanism is to never entertain the idea that someone like Malek (cool, popular, ridiculously cute, super nice) could ever like someone like him
Malek, on the other hand, is like that person who’s too scared to make a move because he’s terrified he’s going to hurt Dallas more, and it’s something he never ever wants to do because Dallas already never ever feels okay and there is nothing, nothing Malek wants more than to make Dallas happy.
Anyway I just love my trans, bisexual, Jewish son and his crush, my arab son Malek Solh. *whimpering* Please read eerie crests

anonymous asked:

Have you ever done an analysis on the gifset you just reblogged, with Phil saying 'You loved it, you wanna do it more'? When I first watched that moment I thought it was very flirtatious, the sort of thing that (back then) they wouldn't have normally said anywhere except at home with the cameras off

Could you pls talk about the you loved it iconic moment? I believe there’s not much to say apart from the obvious teasing and giggling but I still adore to read your opinions and what you believe they thought during that kind of moments ♡

ugh wow BLESS both of you for asking about this moment, bc i am truly emotional over how much i love this moment and really the whole scene that precedes it with phil quizzing dan about dragon words. you might think i don’t have a lot to say but like,,, do you know me?? ?? ?? naturally, i have SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS and am hAPPY to ramble about it at length. 

this video came out a few months before i started watching dan and phil and i remember going on an odyssey of watching all of their videos and seeing this moment and thinking that it felt so substantially different to any other particular scene from their vids in the past few years. and i decided that it’s because it is one of the only times where dan treats one of phil’s questionable remarks/innuendos as though it’s directly being addressed to him (bc it literally is lol) and he reacts accordingly (that blush!!!! the averted eyes!! !) when i first saw it i couldn’t decide if i thought it was super fucking cute or just horrifically cringe and awkward (i still kind of think it is the latter tbh, because something about it makes you, the viewer, really aware that THEY are really aware of the camera and the audience and you can physically feel them being constrained by this amorphous audience gaze in that moment). i settled on it being both though–that awkwardness is definitely there, where they’re flirting but they’re doing it in a somewhat stiff manner and dan is clearly searching for a sarcastic reply to phil’s “you wanna do it more,” in order to turn it into a typical ‘weird phil/normal dan’ exchange. this is why he starts saying “alright–that’s–that was–” but he’s clearly a bit too flustered to come up with anything witty and dismissive. so then there’s a really obvious jump cut and it’s just ,,, so good. cute that phil succeeded in making dan so flustered and just sat there gently giggling about it in his very phil way, cute that dan was so blush and giggly too, and then super fuckin cute and significant that they decided to LEAVE THIS WHOLE ExCHANGE IN THE VID and happily share it with us. i mean looking back on it now there’s hardly anything remarkable about it in comparison to all of the ridiculous and blatant flirting they get up to these days on dapg, but for that time it seems like the decision to not cut that part out was a big one. 

regarding the lil quiz scene before it … damn. some actual Gold. i feel like dan was genuinely surprised by phil introducing this bit (as in, it wasn’t pre-planned at all) and i love how candid his reaction to it feels. i think that the lack of preparedness for it is the reason that dan seems unable to even slightly conceal his fondness throughout. it’s just bursting out of him no matter how much he bites down on his smile, and it’s so fucking cute. the way he almost proudly is like ‘if you’re wondering what it’s like to be phil’s friend in any social situation … he comes prepared with icebreakers,’ to underscore how creative and funny phil is. THE LEVEL OF WARMTH AND SOFTNESS IN HIS VOICE and the cute, disgruntled exasperation when he’s like “that’s a phil” in response to “skeen,” it’s so!!!!!!!! ! !! ! ! the really intense way he just stares at phil with a tiny smile when phil is wrapping up the quiz and saying “come for the game leave with some knowledge.” ahhhhhh. dan tried so hard to maintain that sarcastic veneer of like,, ‘phil wtf u and ur weird ideas this is so dumb wtf it’s taking the momentum out of the game wtf i’m going to roll my eyes so hard they fall out w t f’ but like in actuality it is one of the softest things i have ever seen. it really reminds me of one of my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE dnp videos: the great baby animal quiz. i used to watch this ALL THE TIME when i was sick or sad bc it’s a solid 2 and a half minutes of some of the softest bants they’ve ever had, and dan just blatantly adoring the shit out of phil and his animal facts :( they are so cute and good and nice :(