hug me not the keyboard

bee-wrecker  asked:

I have to say I love how you write Robbie makes me really want to hug him!

((Thank you so much! *keyboard spasms* I just, kinda picture Rob being er.. this sorta way, he’s kinda became my most favorite ego sorryboys but zombab won my heart over haha also there’s nothing stoppin’ ya from gettin a good ol’ zombo hug!)) Robbie smiled and gurgled happily, scooping you up in an instant, well if that instant was slow, but nonetheless you have been hugged by the zombie bab, congrats. 

anonymous asked:

How have I not found your blog before!? Your stucky art is just asd;lfkjsd;lfkjdlfajs;dlfkj squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! (rendering me verbally incapable of expressing my joy)

You. Come here.

And let me hug you.

Thank you very, very much, dear nonnie!
*joins happy keyboard smashing*


“I became an actor at 17, and whether or not I like to acknowledge it on a conscious level, my parents are very successful actors—there is no way around it,” he reveals, while we paw at the computer screen and wonder whether or not to hug the keyboard in sympathy. “Which is difficult for a son because you want to impress your family and I’ve realized I never truly will. I’ll never amaze them.”

Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared II - lyrics
  • [ticking noise]
  • Red: Come on, guys. Stop mucking around. We only have five minutes until our show’s on.
  • Bird: That’s not enough time.
  • Clock: There’s always time for a song.
  • Red: What? Who is that?
  • [piano starts]
  • Clock: Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist. The past is far behind us. The future doesn’t exist.
  • Bird: Ahhh.
  • Yellow: What’s the time?
  • Clock: It’s a quarter to nine. Time to have a bath.
  • Bird: What do you mean? We’re already clean.
  • Clock: Scrub, scrub, scrub til the water’s brown. [pause] Time is a ruler to measure the day. It doesn’t go backwards, only one way. Watch it go round like a merry-go-round. Going so fast like a merry-go-round. Let's go on a journey! A journey thru time! A time that’s changing all the time. It’s time to go to Time!
  • Red : But we don’t really want to. We’re going to miss our show
  • Clock: Don’t be stupid, friends! Come on! It’s time to go! Time is old like a Victorian times.
  • Women: With cobbles and plagues and speaking in rhymes!
  • Chimney sweeper: With cobbles and chimneys and simpler times.
  • Goo man: [muffled by goo]
  • Yellow: This tree that is old has circles inside!
  • Clock: The tree that is older has shriveled and died.
  • Tree: Eh!
  • Bird: The apple that’s fresh is ripe to the core.
  • Apple: And I rot over time and I’m not anymore.
  • Clock: Time can be told by the moon or the sun, but time flies fast when you’re having fun. [pause] There’s a time and a place for mucking around!
  • Bird: Like birthdays
  • Red: And camping
  • Yellow: I’m friends with my dad.
  • [heavy breathing]
  • Red: And then what happened after the olden days?
  • Clock: Time got old and got new like history. Stuff from the past went into a mystery.
  • Yellow: An old man died.
  • Clock: But look a computer! Everything’s cool! It’s the future! Time is now. The future anew. Look at all the wonderful things you can do. With gadgets and gizmos and email addresses.
  • Yellow: M-my dad is a computer.
  • [heavy breathing comes back]
  • Clock: Look at the time!!!!
  • Bird: It’s quarter to eight. There’s fish on my plate.
  • Yellow: It’s 20 past days. There’s fish on my tray.
  • Bird: It’s 11 to 12. There’s fish in the bath.
  • Red: It’s 9:30. There’s fish everywhere. Fish everywhere...
  • Clock: Now you can see the importance of time. It helps us make pizza. It keeps us in line.
  • Bird: But when did it start?
  • Yellow: And when will it stop?
  • Clock: Time is important, and I am a clock.
  • Red: If we run out of time, then where does it go?
  • Yellow: Is time even real? Does anyone know?
  • Bird: Maybe time’s just a construct of human perception. An illusion created by-
  • Clock: [starts buzzing/screaming louder and louder] The sunrise, sunset, night, and day. The changing seasons, the smell of hay. Look at your hair grow. Isn’t it strange how time makes your appearance change?
  • [piano intensifies, moaning can be heard]
  • Yellow: Make it stop.
  • Clock: It’s out of my hands. I’m only a clock. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Eventually everyone runs out of time.