In case you didn’t know, Gabriel Damon (’92 Spot) voiced Littlefoot in The Land Before Time and it’s now canon (courtesy of @gay-newsboys ) that Spot imitates Littlefoot to annoy the fuck out of Race. (Also this turned into some weird Newsies in the 90′s AU, idk just roll with it).
and Phil video in the London Apartment in order
I made a list of every single Dan and Phil video that they
have uploaded since they first moved into their, (now old), London apartment. I
have left out any YouTube Red videos but have included videos from all 6 channels,
(danisnotonfire, AmazingPhil, danisnotinteresting, LessAmazingPhil,
DanandPhilGAMES and DanandPhilCRAFTS).
If you think the order is wrong or any of the links are
incorrect please let me know and I will try to correct it.
I don’t own the picture, and I don’t own Night at the Museum. Other than that, enjoy! “Y/N!” You jumped at your boss’s sudden
outburst. You turned around to see Dr.
McPhee frantically sorting through the papers in his arms as he speed walked
over to you.
“Yes?” You asked, trying to lower your heart rate
back to normal. Dr. McPhee stopped in
front of you and dumped the pile of paper into your arms.
“I need you to sort through
those and organize them chronologically and put these on my desk before opening
tomorrow.” He spun on his heel and
rushed off to his office. The entire
exchange had taken no more than ten seconds and left you dumbfounded. You looked down at the pile of paper in your
arms and groaned at the size of the stack.
The joys of being an intern. You
slowly made your way back to your office which was just the rickety table in
the back of the locker room. After
closing the door behind you, you pulled an old metal chair over to the table
and sat down. You put the large stack of
papers next to you, and fished your phone out of your pocket. You turned it on, and played some music.
You were making pretty good progress, and eventually hit the halfway
mark. Deciding to take a break, you got
up to stretch and turned up your music. You
grinned as your music transitioned to one of your favorite songs. Suddenly feeling energized, you began to move
to the music. Within the span of thirty
seconds you were bouncing around the room, swaying as you laughed. You heard
the door open, but you brushed it off, still caught up in your music. When the song finally ended, you walked back
to the table and turned the volume back down, still giggling. As you sat down to resume your work, it
finally hit you that the door had opened.
You glanced up, and a shriek tore from your throat when your eyes landed
on the Egyptian pharaoh watching you with an amused expression. You stood up suddenly and ran to your bag in
the corner, pulling out a can of pepper spray.
You aimed it at him, and he quickly put his hands up in defense.
“Who the hell are you and how
did you get in here?” You hissed, your
hands slightly shaking
“I’m not going to hurt you, I
“Answer the damn question!” You shouted.
He took a deep breath and nodded.
“Fine. My name is Ahkmenrah, and I am the fourth
king of the fourth king.” You rolled
your eyes and moved your finger to the trigger.
“Bullshit.” You deadpanned. “I’m going to ask you again, and if you try
that again I’m calling security.” He
smirked. You pressed the trigger
lightly, letting a cloud of pepper spray release into the space between
you. “Who. Are.
You?” You asked, trying to keep
the tremor out of your voice. Honestly,
you amazed that you hadn’t gone hysterical yet.
Before the stranger could answer again, the door swung open.
“Y/N!” Larry exclaimed when he
came in. “What are you still doing
“Larry!” You shouted.
“I was doing some paperwork for McPhee.”
You turned to the stranger. “But
who the hell is this?”
“Oh, that’s Ahkmenrah.” He answered.
You stared at him, confused.
“Wait. You mean to say he was telling the truth the
entire time?” Ahkmenrah nodded.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, I
was just trying to hide from Rexy and this is one of the only places he can’t
fit in and—”
“Wait a minute,” You held a hand
up. “Who’s Rexy?” Ahkmenrah and Larry exchanged a look.
“Give us a second.” They walked over to a corner of a room and
discussed something quietly. Every once
in a while, one of them would glance over at you, making you nervous. Eventually they came back to stand with you. “Alright, come with us,” Larry motioned for
you to follow the pair as they opened the door.
Screams and whoops drifted through the door along with blaring music.
You shrunk back from the sudden change in atmosphere, and wondered if you
really wanted to know what was going on.
A hand landed on your shoulder, and you looked up at Ahkmenrah.
“There’s nothing to be afraid
of,” He told you warmly. “I
promise. You nodded as you tried to
fight the heat rushing to your cheeks.
You awkwardly brushed his hand off your shoulder and walked over to
where Larry was standing. He wiggled his
eyebrows at you teasingly, prompting you elbow him in the stomach. He dodged your elbow, laughing, and motioned
for you to go through the door. Just as
you were about to step through the door, a massive skeletal foot slammed down
just a few feet from where you were standing. With a shriek, you leapt back
from the door. You collided with
Ahkmenrah, whose hands shot out to keep you from falling over as Larry began shouting
at the massive skeleton.
“Are you alright?” He asked you.
“Yeah,” You replied
breathlessly. You looked over your
shoulder at Ahkmenrah. You froze at how
close his face was to yours. “Yeah…I’m
fine.” You both stared at each other for
a moment. You both snapped out of your
trance and leapt apart when Larry cleared his throat loudly. You both were blushing madly, and you
could’ve sworn that you saw Ahkmenrah glaring at Larry over your head.
“We can get through now.” Was all Larry said before striding through
the door. You heard a cough from behind
you . You turned around to see Ahkmenrah
holding his arm out.
we?” You smiled and looped your arm
through his, trying to ignore your racing heart. Inwardly you were dumbfounded. How do
I already have crush on this guy? I’ve
only known him for ten minutes! How does
that even work? But despite your
inner debate you still followed him. You
were instantly surrounded by a giant celebration. There was a T-Rex chasing a bone being
dragged along by a little car that you swore you saw people inside. The little car stopped at your feet, and two
little voices shouted up two quick introductions to you, and sped off again as
the massive dinosaur raced after them. There was a group of Huns doing the
limbo by the information desk that waved and shouted something in another
language to you as Teddy Roosevelt rode by with a Native American girl behind
him, slowing down to talk to you and Ahkmenrah for a while. Larry walked over to where you stood with
what do you think?” Larry asked smugly.
do I think? This is amazing!” You exclaimed. “How is this happening?”
tablet, actually,” You were amazed.
it happen every night?”
my first night here.” You looked around
the foyer with wide eyes, trying to take everything in, still in shock that
this had been going on for decades and almost no one knew. Ahkmenrah tapped your shoulder and you turned
to face Ahkmenrah again. He pulled you
to the side of the room. “Y/N, I just
want to apologize again. I didn’t mean
to scare you.”
alright,” You assured him. “I’m sorry I
threatened you with pepper spray.” You
it’s fine!” He exclaimed. “But I must say, you are quite the dancer.” You blushed heavily. He noticed and laughed. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you’re
really good.” He reassured you. You smiled shyly, and he smiled too. After a few moments of silence, Ahkmenrah
spoke again. “Would you like to dance,
Y/N?” In all honesty, you’d love nothing
more, but your thoughts strayed back to the half-finished pile of work lying on
the table in the locker room. “I’d love
to,” His face brightened. “But,” His face fell.
“I still have a lot of work I
need to finish. I’m sorry, Ahkmenrah.” He thought for a moment, before getting an
first of all, call me Ahk. Second of all, would it be alright if I stayed with
you while you finish your work?” You
smiled and nodded, your heart fluttering once more.
Thanks to intergalacticsmith and robotharrie for requesting this one!
I had a dream last night that 90% of dinosaur media turned out to to all be adaptions of 1 single gigantic children’s book about dinosaurs, just interpreted differently (The Good Dinosaur, We’re Back!, and Theodore Rex were listed as “examples” of adaptions). The reason that all dinosaur movies rely on the same handful of dinosaurs/stock story lines was because they all arose from that 1 story.
In the dream I went on and made my own “interpretation” of the story, in which dinosaurs are a “ dying race” living amongst mankind, and a of Dinosaurs that were raised by humans living in New York(?) get together to rediscover their roots
The group included:
-A humble, peace making T. rex ashamed of his thirst for flesh
-An angry velociraptor that compulsively pulls out their feathers like a pet parrot. - A fully clothed, fat stegosaurus with high waisted pants and glasses
- A butch lesbian Triceratops who carried cigars on her horns (somehow)
- A vague hadrosaur named “Debbie”
- Little baby T. rex who always “wears” it’s eggshell
((Y’know, I really ought to have seen that coming with how I phrased that…
That said, I honestly did try for like, 5 minutes, and then everything kept turning out awkward and terrible, so here’s a screenshot of me trying to win gold on the 200cc races as compensation for my terribleness: