i love both of you though

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My haul from day 1 of anime north ^_^

I was originally only planning on getting one of the haikyuu posters, but I was torn on whether to get karasuno or nekoma because they’re both absolutely gorgeous, but there was a buy 2 get 1 free deal so….yeah XDD

The three Haikyuu posters ended up being $40 (20 each, third one free)

KHR print was $4

Victuuri print was $15

Haikyuu postcard print was $5

Stickers were $2 ea

And the last one was $20

All prices in CAD ^^ I miiight have gotten confused on the stickers or the victuuri print though. I don’t remember. The last one was actually originally 25 ea, but you could get 2 for 40, and since my brother loved the artist’s work as well, we each got one and paid together.

irishdoll80  asked:

We know plenty of "apple juice" involved though out this weekend but do you believe jensen was drunk this afternoon in Rome? Jared appeared more reticent even with the amazing hug and jensen obviously less inhibited but drunk? Just wondering what you thought? (Now excuse me while I go replay the cmws moment again)

@ashmyblunt:  what kind of a drunk do you think the j’s are?


Hello, both of you lovely people!

I thought Jensen was pretty drunk during his Sunday panel with Misha. His facial expressions were somewhat similar to the one from last year that ended with that massive slip - she’s “married.” Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t absolutely smashed and he didn’t seem to be as moody as last time. I do wonder if the absence of a certain woman helped him remain in better spirits.

I think Jared was more drunk on Saturday and Jensen on Sunday. Compared to each other, I’ve kind of concluded that one of them has to stay somewhat sober to look after the other. I don’t know if there’s a larger pattern at play here, but that’s what I thought happened at this Jib. It’s kind of sweet, really, seeing the protective aspect of relationship in practice.

So, drunken Jared attempts to sit on Jensen’s knee and Jensen appropriately shoos him off. The next day a drunken Jensen pulls Jared into a hug that’s impossibly intimate in its body language - full-on contact, hand on the head - and Jared pulls away. It’s almost as if the more sober one is protecting the drunken one from accidentally outing them.

That makes me think they’re very touch-starved when they’ve drank a bit. Have you seen this post from when the J’s were out at Austin last year? I think they must be lovely company to party with! I don’t remember ever coming across a person who has met them in that state and said they were unpleasant people.

Anyway, that said, I wish Jib wouldn’t encourage them to drink as much. I realise they make their own decisions and can take care of themselves, but seeing them take the stage in that condition feels awfully lot like… I can’t put my finger on it. It’s as if they’re used somehow, encouraged to be in a state they’re most “entertaining” in. I would rather they drank some actual apple juice. Unpopular opinion, I know.

Thank you for sending me these messages, good people! I hope your weekend is as enjoyable as mine has been.

Originally posted by milanavsh

anonymous asked:

Oml i love the badboy au parents pls do more interactions iM SCR E AMING

Okay but I’m Say Yes to the Dress is on right now and for some reason, i got really inspired. Like for the Bad Boy Taehyung Au, a few years into the future, Taehyung knows Yoongi is the love of his life and there will never be anyone else he wants so he decides to propose. The only major problem though is that he wants to make sure both of Yoongi’s parents support them. It’s honestly the biggest deal for him, almost to the point where he won’t propose if one of them says no.

Yoongi’s brother actually laughs when Taehyung tells him this.

“You know my brother loves you right? He’d still marry you no matter what our parents said.”

Taehyung DOES know that. The younger has no doubt Yoongi would quickly jump into his car and drive all the way down to Las Vegas for a shotgun wedding if Taehyung asked him, but that’s not the point. The point is Taehyung’s own parents aren’t really the best, they don’t hit him or abuse him but they do tend to ignore him and toss money to leave them alone, and he wants to make sure Yoongi has the support he doesn’t at such a huge time. Especially because they are still so young for something so huge.

“I know, but this is important.” Taehyung softly smiles.


Mrs. Min takes the news of him wanting to propose almost exactly like Taehyung thought she would; loudly and happy. The lady right from the start, back when he and Yoongi were only in that in-between place of fuck buddies and boyfriends, had welcomed him pretty openly. Of course, she hated the way he was covered in tattoos, she made it known well enough that Taehyung was like another son to her already but those fucking tattoos were just annoying. It’s kind of the reason why he picked telling her first.

“Hey Mrs. Min,” Taehyung smiles softly as the woman turns to look at him from her spot at the stove. “Can we talk about something?”

She nods and Taehyung can see the way she smiles at the turtleneck sweater he decided to wear to cover the ink on his skin.

“What is it, baby? Are you having troubles at work again? You know Min mama can go down there and kick some asses again.”

The words pull a loud laugh from Taehyung. He feels the familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach he only felt around the woman whenever she referred to him with a term of endearment as she did her own sons, it really made him appreciate the women in a way he never had his own mother. Especially when she stood up for him in ways his own parents didn’t.

“No No,” Taehyung shakes his head reassuringly. “It’s nothing like that. Actually, i wanted to… well, I wanted to talk to you about asking Yoongi to marry me.”

For a moment the entire kitchen is silent. Taehyung swears he can feel his entire life flash before his eyes as he looks at Yoongi’s mother with a look of hope and fear mixed together. It all melts away when the woman breaks into the biggest grins he’s ever seen her wear before she jumps up and down clapping. He doesn’t even get the chance to say anything, Mrs. Min roughly pulls him into her arms and squishes him as close as she can to herself as a few tears leave her eyes.

It’s a moment he’s never really had and his own eyes fill with unshed tears as well.

“My sweet Taehyunggie, of course, you can marry Yoonie!” The women sniffles. “I already think of you as my own son there’s no way I would ever not let you marry Yoongi.”

They sit together in the kitchen, holding each other and crying until Yoongi returns home from his college classes and raises an eyebrow at them. Taehyung laughs and gently pulls himself away from Yoongi’s mom.

“We were just uh crying…. because we were… chopping onions.”


Talking to Mr. Min about wanting to propose to Yoongi is a whole other story.  

Sure, their relationship as boyfriend and father of boyfriend’s boyfriend has improved over the years Taehyung’s been dating Yoongi but the younger is still scared to talk to the elder man about something like marriage. He doesn’t think Yoongi’s father will shut him out completely, he knows Yoongi’s father loves his son and would never do anything to disturb Yoongi’s happiness, more so, Taehyung is afraid that he isn’t enough to ask for Yoongi’s hand in marriage.

Mr. Min has never said it out loud but Taehyung knows the man thinks he isn’t good enough to take care of Yoongi.

Taehyung can’t really say he blames him for thinking that way when the elder has had to make several trips to the Daegu police station to bail him out of jail over the years they’ve known each other. Though it’s been a while since Taehyung’s gotten in trouble with the law, thanks to Yoongi’s constant ass kickings and lectures to get him to behave, Taehyung’s past is something that he can’t really forget. He was a little shit, he did break into homes and steal money, he did constantly spray paint walls for fun and get into bar fights. All those things were more than enough for Yoongi’s father to not want him to marry his son.


“Uh, Sir,” Taehyung gulps as he knocks on Mr. Min’s office door. “I would like to talk to you about something if you have time.”

Yoongi’s father raises an eyebrow at him from his desk.

“Shouldn’t you be in class right now, Taehyung?”

It’s true, Taehyung was skipping his own college classes to come down to his boyfriend’s father’s office but he figured the elder wouldn’t notice. Of course, he was wrong.

“Well but it’s kind of important.”

Mr. Min motions for Taehyung to sit down and the boy does so, though it’s slowly and his movements jerk with fear.

“I wanted to ask… well… if you would let me ask your son to marry me.” Taehyung takes in a shaky breath before locking eyes with the man that stares at him with an unreadable expression. “I know I’m not good enough for him, I know that I fucked up a lot in the past and you’ve had to deal with me at times when you shouldn’t have too and I know you wish Yoongi would have ended up with some accountant or doctor and not some tattoo artist but i-”

“Taehyung please.”

Mr. Min sighs and lets the papers he’d been holding fall to the desk in front of him. The man looks tired as if he’s been thinking too much about something important and for a moment Taehyung fears the man will just tell him to shut the fuck up and leave. For a moment Taehyung thinks he’s never going to get the man’s blessing.

“I think you misunderstand me.” The man smiles softly. “There was a time when I thought my son was too good for you. I thought you were just some thug covered in tattoos and piercings that would lead Yoongi into a bad reputation and ruin his future.”

Taehyung sags in his seat sadly.

“But- but then I saw how you took care of him. I saw how you fought for my son and protected him. I saw how you were the first one to hold him when he was unhappy and were the first to cheer for him when he talked about his dreams and I realized something.” Taehyung’s eyes widen as Mr. Min stands and pulls him into a hug. “You are indeed a little shit but you are a good man for Yoongi and I am happy you want to marry him, you have my blessing.”


Taehyung again spends almost an hour crying, this time in his car as he thinks back to the first time he met Yoongi’s father and the man pretended to not approve of him as a test.

Taehyung cries as he holds a box in his hands with a golden ring sitting snug in the middle of it and thinks about Yoongi, his soon to be fiance he was crazy in love with.

anonymous asked:

This may be a weird question but do you play Overwatch with the Japanese voices? You just seem fluent with Japanese and you know alot so.

Yes, I play Overwatch with the Japanese voices. The Japanese voice actors have done an excellent job. Genji in the Japanese dub sounds more manly and mature. I think Gaku Space’s voice and acting suit Genji’s personality more, though. I love both English original and Japanese dub, anyway.

“I love you.” “I love you more.” becomes a thing without them realizing it, replacing for the most part their “You know.” “I know."s. (Though, of course, those happen once in a while still.)

Mostly, it’s Robert who says "I love you more” over the years, still and always grateful and amazed Aaron has forgiven him for The Incident™, as they call it when they must discuss it, if they do at all. Even just in the morning, when they’re both setting off for work, and Aaron says in passing that he loves Robert, Robert says it.

When Aaron has his bad days, about prison, most often and violently about Gordon, Aaron clings to “I love you.” like a lifeline and Robert answers “I love you more.” just as firmly, affirming and reaffirming that he has been and always will be right beside Aaron no matter what.

And when Robert has bad days, about The Incident™, about Jack, about Sarah, about Andy, Katie, his sexuality, not as often as Aaron’s bad days, but just as bad when they hit, Aaron makes sure to let Robert know he loves him. When Robert clings to him, buries his nose in Aaron’s shoulder or hair, and mumbles “I love you.”, Aaron returns the “I love you more.” with so much sincerity and conviction, it floors even Aaron himself.

It’s a comfort to them both, a reminder of what they almost lost, and a reminder of their new beginning.

anonymous asked:

can you do 44 and 50 for the8 pleaseeee? ILYSM THANK YOU IN ADVANCE 💞💖💗💘💓💞

ILYSM TOO

44. “Oh, now it’s on” 50. “You’re lucky I love you”

You and your boyfriend had decided to spend the day inside, due to both the wave of extreme heat that hit where you lived, as well as the wave of extreme laziness that hit both of you. Instead of going out you both had decided that the more logical thing to do was to turn on every fan in the apartment, sit in shorts and tank tops, drink cold water, and watch movies.

Soon though, the thought of watching yet another boring movie where the plot was basically the same as the last one you watched plagued your mind.

“I’m sick of movies.”

“I’m glad you said that,” he sighed, patting your legs which were laying across his, “because i am too.”

“Videogames?”

“Sure,” he smiled, watching as you grabbed the remotes to turn on the system and he grabbed the controllers.

“Let’s make this interesting,” you proposed, watching as the starting screen for the system popped up on the tv.

“How so?”

“The loser buys the winner ice cream.”

“Oh, now it’s on,” Minghao said, a nice big smile on his face as he sat up completely, “i have been craving ice cream all day.”

“well that’s too bad for you,” you said, pressing the game that you usually played with each other, “because i don’t plan on losing.”

“Well, neither do I,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek, “may the best player win.”

You both sat, playing games for what seemed like hours, obviously not giving up the title to the other one because of the desperate need for ice cream. That was, until he had a slight accident in the third tie-breaker game, and evidently handed the win over to you.

“That’s not fair!” he shouted, standing up and pointing at the tv as you laughed.

“I want chocolate ice cream!” You hummed, getting up and hugging his arm, “with sprinkles, and cookie bits in it~”

“No way!” He said to you, “that little slip costed me the game!”

“It doesn’t matter what made you lose, you still lost!” you said, poking his cheek very softly as you pouted, “And now i want my ice cream.”

He sighed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he searched for his wallet in his pocket. “You’re lucky i love you. i should have to buy you ice cream over a small mistake.”

“Oh shush, you’re just being a sore loser.”

anonymous asked:

Forbidden Love 10 is soooo great and your cliff hanger..... Please don't tell me the OC married someone else (I think that person is Dr. Jung) after everything Jimin went through he deserves an happy ending. Poor Jimin they both made mistakes, cheated on their partners and now they are away from each other even though they love each other.

I’m already working on the next part so I can update it tonight! You’ll find out whether the OC is married or not in a few hours, Anonie~

Originally posted by here4jimin

anonymous asked:

Can you do what the sex with Jooheon would be like, please? I hope you are having a good Mother's Day holiday with your family ^^

(I apologize for the late answer, also, I didn’t see my mother much on Mother’s Day but I had a good day nonetheless, I hope you had too)

As for the request…

  • Jooheon is a bit of a sub.
  • Though, he would not really be into power play?
  • I don’t really see him as a kinky person if I am honest.
  • I don’t see him as a sexual person either, actually.
  • So sex would not happen a lot.
  • But it certainly would happen and it would be amazing, mind blowing.
  • He praises you but also loves to be praised by you.
  • Loves giving you oral.
  • Anal, maybe? (On both ends)
  • He absolutely loves pastel colored lingerie, don’t fight me.
  • Soft sex is the main sex.
  • He can go rough but that won’t happen a lot.
  • He can go multiple rounds though.
  • Edges himself to make you come first.
  • He loves seeing your face when you two have sex, that is for sure.
  • After sex, he’d get giggly and I think he is really good at aftercare.
Memories That Remain 2

Summary: Whitney Earp is getting married, which in a small town like Purgatory, is big news already, but Whitney has a secret. While sorting through some boxes in the attic, preparing for her move off the homestead, she stumbles across a familiar white stetson, and her mother’s old journal. She learns that her mother Waverly has been keeping something important from her her entire life – Waverly Earp is not her biological mother. Through lies and the perfect scheme, and a wedding that is one disaster after another, Whitney is determined to get to the bottom of the family secret, even if it means getting both of her mothers in the same room after 20 years of estrangement. 

By @haughtbreaker and @jaybear1701 

Also available on AO3.


“You seem so far away though you are standing near
You made me feel alive, but something died I fear
I really tried to make it out
I wish I understood
What happened to our love, it used to be so good.”

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7 women i could never forget.

1. it was all about experiences. it was a necessity for you to feel. diamonds and gold didn’t move you as much as books and flowers. you liked wine in the morning, and coffee in the evening. you liked beethoven when you were happy, and trap music when you were sad. your laugh was light, but your mind was heavy. you spent so much time dreaming, and not enough time living in the moment.

2. your eyes were enchanting, but the words that came from your lips were even more captivating. gospel to the soul. water to the mind. i remembered every small detail about you, even though you thought it wasn’t important. funny thing is, you didn’t feel important, you didn’t know your purpose. if only you knew the power that existed in the little things you said and did. you’re a goddess. you’ll make a fine mother some day.

3. you were always a volcano waiting to happen, but somehow i was drawn to that. i was drawn to your passion, your spirit, your exuberance. i thought it was beautiful, they felt indifferent. they kept their distance because they thought you were destructive. they didn’t understand you, but i did. amidst all the confusion, i still chose you, but you chose to push me away. you left burns on my soul and left me picking pieces of myself off the ground. my mother always taught me not to play with fire. i wish i listened.

4. miss crystals and sage. miss zodiac. miss what is your moon, sun and rising in? miss let me see your chart, so i know it’s real. you’re appreciated. you taught me so much. your spirituality fueled me. your oneness with yourself inspired me. your awareness opened me, but your over analyzing closed me. you inadvertently disposed of me. ego killed our connection. can you imagine how far we would’ve gone if we both just swallowed our pride?

5. my first love. my soul mate. you opened my eyes to things that i didn’t even know existed. you opened my senses to feelings that i never even knew could be felt. our connection was intense, even though we weren’t together for long. but it’s hard to write about you. it’s hard to string together sentences and talk about you. a part of me feels like you don’t deserve my words, because you left without saying a word.

6. there is so much to you. i have seen the light and dark sides, the sun and the moon, but everything is undeniably beautiful. there was a gentleness about you, even in your rough moments, a softness about you, even after the way the past treated you. but i was young, naive, immature. i didn’t quite understand what love or friendship was. i didn’t quite understand myself. but you’re a good person, an angel. i hope you found someone who compliments your spirit.

7. strange. it never moved past friendship, but i’m glad that it never did. we were always better off as platonic companions. we mixed together well, without adding romance to the pot. it’s ironic that the reason we don’t talk as much anymore is because we decided not to take that plunge into the unknown. i miss your smile, your humor, your friendship. but i also understand that it’s okay to love someone from a distance.

—  iambrillyant

Since I’ve been traipsing around a different continent for the past three months, I haven’t even seen the rest of the season and the finale… but let me tell you what happens anyway after last night’s Apparent Clusterfuck:

As Dean Winchester stands next to his prone angel, morbidly fascinated by the ash wings burned into the ground around his feet, he feels completely and utterly numb. He’s only had the presence of mind not to step on them, an easy thing given the fact that they’re so bare of feathers.

Carefully, and still without thinking, the hunter lowers himself to his knees, brow furrowed and lip trembling as he attempts to process what is clearly right before him.

Castiel is dead.

Still, Dean can’t help extending a shaking hand. His fingers gently trace the curve of Cas’s cheekbone in a way he never would have allowed himself if the other was still breathing, and despite the fact that his mouth feels like sandpaper and he can feel Castiel’s skin turning cold he asks the question anyway:

“…C-Cas?”

Dean can feel Sam staring holes through his back, but that’s the extent of any response to his query.

“Cas, wake up.”

His voice is a broken croak, but Dean keeps speaking anyway, turning bolder and more desperate with every second that reality sinks in.

“Cas? Castiel, wake up. Wake up, Cas! Cas!”

He’s pawing at his angel now, vision blurring until he has to blink to clear it. He all but throws himself across Castiel’s torso to uselessly slap at his cheeks in an attempt to rouse him.

“You stupid son of a bitch, wake up! Wake up, Castiel! Don’t you dare leave me, don’t…”

Castiel is still motionless when Dean collapses against him. “Don’t go,” the hunter whispers pitifully into his angel’s neck. He squeezes his eyes shut and swallows a sob. “Please. I… Cas, I…” His heart is in his throat as he turns his head to press a light kiss behind the other’s ear, moving to put his lips against Castiel’s own for the first and last time. “…I love you, you dumb angel,” he murmurs. “So you gotta wake up. Cas. Cas, I love you, so you hafta…”

When nothing happens, Dean curls himself over his angel and cries.

Sam joins him after a time, crouching to put a hand to his shoulder and blinking back tears himself. Soon, though, they have to go. “Dean. Dean, we have to get out of here.”

“Sammy, I–”

“I know. It’ll be okay.”

But when they both turn away from Cas for the first time, God isn’t who they’re expecting to find. In all honesty, they’re not expecting to find anyone… and yet, there he is: Chuck, dressed in a robe and stained pj pants.

“You love my son?” Is all he asks, piercing gaze boring into Dean. Dean takes a step back as if to protect Castiel’s form from his own father, and that apparently is good enough. Chuck nods sagely. “I don’t play favourites, you know,” he says. “I did that once with Lucifer and it didn’t end well… but Castiel is, different. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted angels to be. He makes mistakes. He learns. And yet every time I bring him back, he ends up risking his life for you.”

Dean holds his breath. Chuck sighs. “I love my son, I would give him the world if I could.” There’s a beat, and Chuck tilts his head to the side. “But we’ve both seen what happens when he has unlimited power. Besides, at the end of the day… I think he really just wants you.”

And then God is gone.

Dean is confused for only a moment before there’s a gasping breath from behind him and a hacking cough, Castiel sitting upright and flushed and so very alive that Dean can do nothing but throw himself to the ground. He tackles Cas in a kiss before the other has time to say a word, pressing him to the floor and putting everything he is into the contact.

When he pulls away, Cas is bright red and smiling with the approximate wattage of the sun. “Dean,” he murmurs, awed. “I’m… I mean, I…”

Dean presses a finger to the other’s plump lips. “I love you,” he says simply.

And Castiel moves to kiss him again.

Darling, just hold on ♡ 

I Do (want to love you)

“God, Jimin.” You stop and giggle at him, light disbelief in his words. “You’re crazy.”

He chuckles, the sound of your laughter a perfect symphony to his ears. “If falling for you is crazy, then I’m going out of my mind.”

Synopsis: There is only one word to describe your life, and it is simple; there are a million words to define Park Jimin’s sphere and the few are extravagant, prodigal — affluent, especially. Though despite the stark differences between your plain world and Jimin’s riches, you both find a common ground within the universe of love.

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader // soft sugar daddy au

Genre: light angst, fluff, lots of fluff ^^ + a bit suggestive

Word Count: 24.2k

Includes: alcohol mentions

A/N: i haven’t written full on fluff for a while, so here it is :D it feels great to be back into the loop. here u go @pjxmin!! :’)
10/10 would recommend the song this fic is inspired from!! here it is :)

namjoon’s also going to have his own branch from this story in another fic, haha. it’ll go into detail w him and the showgirl :D


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anonymous asked:

hey viria i was just wondering..... maybe you might've answered this before.... but how did sasha and you first meet and got into, you know, love? im really curious (i've never fallen in love before!!) and what was your experience like? im sorry if it's too personal, but.... you were the reason i started tumblr, because i wanted to reblog your arts! i feel so happy for you!

Thank you! It’s okay, I think..I might not get too personal, but I can describe it overall:”)

So he joined our last year of the university. At first I didn’t really notice him at all? I was fairly shy, because I was surrounded with people I don’t know well enough since my group of people all joined the specialist course, while I was taking masters.

Sasha said once we were in relationship that he thought I was too cool, like i had that certain circle of people and uh. out of his league. 

So. I was shy, as I said. and when I’m shy I’m pretty quiet. At the beginning of the year I was always alone, or went off to see Tanya, or listened to the music because I wasn’t sure how to approach people. Then I kinda started to open up but still was keeping on a quiet side. It’s probably around October that Sasha started kindly teasing me? He asked a lot why I was sad, when I wasn’t, I always said it was just my neutral face. SO it all kinda started with teasing:”D

We all together (as a class) started to talk and laugh more, Sasha and me too. I am generally even more shy around guys, so at first I still couldn’t quite uh talk the way I can now. But with time we started to talk a bit more, and i wasn’t as nervous to be on my own with him (I always worried we wont be able to talk and there will be that awkward silence). He helped a lot, kinda cheered on me, I think we at some point started to flirt and one of my classmates said we have an interesting communication. Once he got sick, and I was waiting for my parents in the uni, everyone left, and Sasha kept me company. It was so easy to talk?? I think that’s kind of when it started to shift for me.

Then parents came, and my mother said that there’s a big cold (as a flu) going around, involving in people dying, and I started to worry about Sasha a lot, because he caughed very badly when we parted. So I got all my courage and wrote him to go to the doctor if he feels very bad and take care, stuff like that.

About after that we started to talk in the evenings constantly, it was like a tradition. So we talked a LOT. Eventually he got the courage to ask me out on a concert? I think the concert was just a way to do it fairly subtle:D 

We went out, I was very nervous getting ready, but when I got there I was okay, and Sasha was the one who seemed to be nervous this time:”D Still, it went out great, the concert SUCKED, but we had something to talk about on the way back home and I felt so lifted afterwards! So we started to go and see each other more and more, but we still kept it on a modest side? Like we said goodbuy and gave each other awkward high fives for A WHILE. We both are shy potatoes. But it was still perfect:”) 

Then one time Sasha asked me out to go ice skating, because I love it, even though he can’t skate. So we went there, I asked Sasha to trust me and I wanted to ride with him like I did with my cousin and other friends, but I didn’t realize Sasha is bigger than those girls, and heavier. And so I. Uh. I dropped him by accident. he felt badly and didn’t skate after that, because he hit his elbow quite bad. Kept saying it’s okay, go and skate without me, you love it, etc. But I couldn’t because I was  so worried and I felt so guilty? We left soon enough, and were just walking and went to the cafe where I has seen his arm, and it was getting very bruised and fairly swollen. And it’s his right arm and for an artist it’s not the best thing to injure.

I couldn’t stop blaming myself even though Sasha kept saying it wasn’t my fault (tho I think it kind of was), so I kept asking him how he feels, got him the medicine against swelling, and then once we parted, we still talked in the evening, and I didn’t want Sasha’s arm to hurt so I FINALLY had my reason to call him. and then we talked on the phone for the next three hours and I honestly don’t even remember much of that anymore.

Sasha later said it was when he seriously fell in love. so. Tadaa! that’s kind of it! After that it’s more personal and more domestic, so! Sorry it’s so long, but you asked for it:D

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You need to be more self aware. I’m surprised you think you can choose your own image. From the audience’s perspective, you’re just a piglet and a kitten.

An observation of Markiplier TV

Emphasis on the observation part because I’ve never really been good with theories. I have a number of things to do today but unfortunately, I watched this video and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Hopefully this’ll quiet my mind and let me function, and who knows? Maybe it’ll help someone out there with their own theories too. :)

So, let’s talk about this scene:

We got one hell of a group here BUT what I’d like to focus on is their seating arrangement and what that could mean, because if there’s anything I’ve learned in videos like this it’s that EVERYTHING is by design. This entire table scene (props to the Editor btw) has so much hidden psychological subtext in it, so while I’m no professional I’ll still do my best to uncover them all.

First off, let’s look at the table: Rectangular with two long ends and two short ones. Pretty normal setting yeah, but is it beneficial to their situation (i.e. finding a way to ‘take control’) where everyone easily agrees? Nope. Because tables like these embody competition and a clear sense of authority, and I love this detail. It means that while they could’ve easily gone for a round table to promote cooperation, they go for this because of course, no one’s going to cooperate that easily.

This setting, however, works better in the business cooperative world, because you got two people (Darkiplier & Wilford) who can control the meeting from both ends of the table and are essentially the people everyone will need to look up to.

Here’s a great detail though: In this kind of setting, the more powerful of the two is usually the one opposite the entrance to the room. This allows him not just a vantage point of whoever comes in and goes, but complete control as well. And as we see where King of the Squirrels pops up:

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Which we can easily tell was from the right of the room based on the direction his body and eyes shift to, we can point out where the entrance is and who was right there:

But yeah, in this moment it didn’t seem like Will had control over King’s sudden entrance but let’s face it: he doesn’t care. He already knows that there’s more than one king in that room.

Speaking of, let’s move on to the seating arrangement.

Obviously we got Dark and Will at the ends as the higher ups, but I’d like to talk about Googleplier and The Host.

In medieval times, kings would often have their advisors right at their side at the table. This actually explains the term “right hand man”, because the king would have them close at hand to help him rule, unless of course, he was left-handed. Looking back at Dark’s antics, I have reason to believe that he’s either left-handed or ambidextrous.

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Which I guess would make sense, considering that while Ed, Bim, Silver and Dr. Iplier were all concerned about their parts in the video, only Google and The Host were able to keep a level head and not lose sight of their main goal/situation.

Now the last thing I want to talk about is Wilford’s idea for Markiplier TV. I must warn you though because this is going to be a bit of a stretch so stop reading if you’d like BUT… I think he may have been inspired by Anti.

AGAIN, please bear with me. Jack’s mentioned before that Dark and Anti ever meeting each other was very unlikely, which in Dark’s case (being the alter ego that’s been pushed inside the most) could be more than true. However, Wilford makes up for this as he’s the only one not bound by the laws of physics and is, potentially, omnipresent. So it’s possible that he’s aware of Anti (since he was aware of Septiplier after all) and his methods (i.e. using social media to have his fans notice him which then gives him control) BUT, being Wilford, he goes about it in his own roundabout way which is, of course, TELEVISION.

So, yeah, this is all I can come up with. Excluding my attempt in theorizing at the very end I hope this was helpful. Now I’m just hoping that my thoughts on Antisepticeye don’t get too hectic and end up like this long wall of text. Thanks for reading. :)

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