i should just play games and sleep

Imagine playing mariokart with Jacksepticeye

Originally posted by reneefournierxoxo

“Get back here Irish!!”
“The british are coming! The british are coming!”

I got this idea last night when I should’ve been sleeping, and I just imagine Jack playing a game like mariokart with somebody who’s british and it’s like the youtuber gamer version of the Irish war of Independence.


heterosexual pandering? in my danganronpa?? it’s more likely than you think

hello, my name is Piece of Shit Who Doesn’t Show Up For Like a Month.
But you can call me Shit  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

I made a new drawing.
Its based on my current roleplay in which they’re childhood friends and like nerd stuff and Sasuke went sleep over at Naruto’s house to play video game and they kissed for the first time and I was so hyped about it that when my rp partner went to sleep I had to draw the scene ‘cause I just needed more  ♡

IT WAS SO SWEET, I’m gonna tell more ‘cause I can’t help.
They were acting really weird, flirty and unusually clingy to each other ‘cause of the cold wheather and Sasuke got brave and sugested they should bet who’d win the game, saying if he lost he’d do whatever Naruto wanted for the rest of the day, and if he won, Naruto had to kiss him and Naruto kinda lost on purpose because he was dying to try.

Gotta be honest, I was dying playing this (۶ꈨຶꎁꈨຶ )۶ʸᵉᵃʰᵎ
I play Sauce, btw
Anyway, I hope you like the drawing c:

Oh my gosh. I just thought of something. Spoilers for those who haven’t finished their Sun or Moon play through!

I’ll try to read more it, but mobile users be aware, your phones are magic and don’t seem to care about that. You’ve been warned.

Technically Hala is a member of the Elite Four at the end game, but he’s still the current kahuna. While Hau is a good choice, kahuna’s seem to generally be slightly older than kids. So who on the islands might be a next possible kahuna before Hau?

…I mean, it’s kinda right there.

Guzma still vaguely sees Hala as his master, is getting trained by him, and once wanted to be a captain. Imagine if one day he was elevated past and above that to being a kahuna. Tapu Koko just appearing before him, giving him a nod like “You’re finally ready” before flying off.

And Guzma takes it full on serious, like he’s rough around the edges but he tries his best and Hala watches over him and helps correct him along the way when needed? Kahuna Guzma?!


50 starters inspired by songs in my itunes. feel free to change pronouns/sentence structure/whatever so it fits your muse!

  • ❝ how am i the lucky one? ❞
  • ❝ i do not deserve to wait around forever ❞
  • ❝ you play the game, though it’s unfair ❞
  • ❝ and there’s nothing that i can do, except bury my love for you ❞
  • ❝ i’ve been drafted into your war ❞
  • ❝ i never really let you go, just thought that you should know ❞
  • ❝ all we had were fragments ❞
  • ❝ i don’t wanna hear a damn sentence out of your mouth ❞
  • ❝ it’s hard looking back knowing what i could have done ❞
  • ❝ i’m never going back ❞
  • ❝ i’m never so high as when i’m with you ❞
  • ❝ my army of one is gunna fight for you ❞
  • ❝ sitting with the poison takes away the pain ❞
  • ❝ how come people break your heart? ❞
  • ❝ man oh man you’re my best friend ❞
  • ❝ you know that’s how the story goes ❞
  • ❝ keep your problems in a bottle, got enough of them to swallow ❞
  • ❝ and i will take what i can get ❞
  • ❝ finders keepers, losers weepers ❞
  • ❝ done my time and served my sentence ❞
  • ❝ i would have died, i would have loved you all my life ❞
  • ❝ where have you gone? ❞
  • ❝ no you don’t have to wear your best fake smile ❞
  • ❝ we’ll learn how to be incomplete ❞
  • ❝ just like before we can re-begin ❞
  • ❝ i never thought these streets could have outgrown me ❞
  • ❝ i put my faith in everyone around me ❞
  • ❝ i’m craving something i can feel ❞
  • ❝ if i stumble they’re gunna eat me alive ❞
  • ❝ if i’m not the one for you, you’ve gotta stop holding me the way you do ❞
  • ❝ it’s so cold out here in your wilderness ❞
  • ❝ if you’re gunna let me down, let me down gently ❞
  • ❝ no more excuses and no more playing dead ❞
  • ❝ there are no silver linings in anything you said ❞
  • ❝ i don’t wanna go back to where i used to be ❞
  • ❝ out of the blue you came to me ❞
  • ❝ i am awake now more than ever ❞
  • ❝ i won’t go and tell you how to live your life ❞
  • ❝ home is whenever i’m with you ❞
  • ❝ never let your fear decide your fate ❞
  • ❝ no need to worry because everybody will die ❞
  • ❝ we love you more than you know ❞
  • ❝ are we out of the woods yet? ❞
  • ❝ i’ll use you as a warning sign ❞
  • ❝ i found love where it wasn’t supposed to be ❞
  • ❝ talk some sense to me ❞
  • ❝ i didn’t believe them when they said there was no saving you ❞
  • ❝ ‘cause i’ve got friends, i’ve got family here ❞
  • ❝ if you follow your feet you’ll find your way home ❞
  • ❝ why don’t you show the world you’ll make it on your own ❞

So as I was playing Mass Effect Andromeda, I spoke to Jaal about his people and his family and I must say I was happy. He and I have family life so similar, he grew up with many mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters and more. I had more than one mom but I always had my true/biological mother. Old saying that “It takes a village to raise a child” into the best way in this game. I just feel so happy because it was always kinda hard for me to explain having a big family but not being completely related by blood. But then again over the years it has gotten easier. Thank you, Bioware.

Day Three: The Beauty of Slowing Down

Monday, a day to be practical, right? Well certainly​, we can’t play during the day because Daddy has to work, and our evening was filled with playing games with friends. Now it’s late and we should just got to sleep.

Nope. Daddy has other plans. Slow, luxurious plans that involve laying me down, pumping my nipples, and slowly teasing my pussy. I would gasp in pain as he increased the pressure on my nipples, and then moan as he slowly slid his big, warm hand over my face, breasts, thighs, and down to my pussy. He would tease, getting me close to orgasm only to stop and increase the pressure on my nipples once more.

I loved every second as it stretched out into the next. He seemed to explore and play with my body as if it was unfamiliar to him. I was reminded of earlier in our relationship when we both took our times, trying to figure out the best buttons to press to get each other going.

If nothing else comes from denial (and already so much more has), I would continue just for the hours of extra attention from Daddy. Before he paid plenty of attention to me, but I think we had forgotten how to slow down and just enjoy ourselves and play. Denial has reminded us both how to do that.

After he tortured my nipples for at least an hour, Daddy order me to climb on top of him and feed him my achingly sensitive nipples. I did has he asked immediately realized what a dangerous situation I was in. I was naked, straddling his naked hips, moaning as he sucked my breasts. I could feel a growing need to have him inside of me. I needed to ride Daddy’s cock. He didn’t say I couldn’t, but we also both knew how easily I cum when riding him.

I maneuvered so that his hard cock would slip right into my wet pussy. I slowly fucked him. I could not get too excited, though. I had to control myself. Yet the deeper I took him, the deeper I went into subspace. That voice of control eventually went mute as I rocked faster and faster, coming ever closer to cuming all over his cock. My eyes glazed over, and I just went for it. Bouncing and grinding, desperate to cum.

A sudden pain snapped me out of it. Daddy knew me, knew how close I was, so he twisted the hell out of my already abused nipples. It worked. I stopped. Only to slowly start up again, and then again. After the third time, I laid down on his chest, his cock still buried in me, and I whimpered in frustration. Fuck I wanted to bounce on his dick until I came over and over. Was that so wrong? No, but Daddy knew I needed to obey more than I needed to cum.

I rolled off and cuddled up to him. “Kitten, if I didn’t think your poor pussy had been through enough torture tonight, I’d flip you over and pound you until I cum in that sweet, soft pussy of yours.”

Oh please do, Daddy, I thought. Maybe I will lose control and cum all over your cock.

“Oh, I have a better idea. What if I fucked your tight little ass? Would you like that?”

“Oh God, Daddy, you know how sensitive I am when you do that. I don’t know if I could stop myself from cuming.”

“Oh you will, won’t you, little girl? You don’t want to break the rules.”

“No, Daddy.”

“So do you think you can handle it kitten?”

“I will not cum, Daddy. I promise.”

He practically growled as he told me to get on my hands and knees. Then he positioned himself behind me, and fucked my ass hard from behind. It felt so fucking good. I had to say, , “I will not cum,” outloud over and over again just to keep myself from orgasming. Even then, it was almost fucking impossible. I was getting so close that I wanted to cry in frustration, desire, and anxiety.

When Daddy declared that he was about to cum in my tight, whore ass, I was so fucking thankful because I would not be able to hold on much longer. I begged him to cum, to own me, and he did, loudly.

After it was all over, Daddy pulled me into a cuddle and told me I was his good girl over and over and over while I shivered in his arms.

anonymous asked:

I'm a Virgo and my boyfriend is a Taurus and he barely texts me anymore because he's too busy sleeping all day or playing video games. Needless to say he pisses me off right? He just texted me now and asked me how my day was (for the third time ever). How should I respond? I wanna be a little snarky.

i would just tell him how your day was!! im all for honesty too, so tell him how you feel!! that communication!!!

anonymous asked:

Matchup please?? 5'3" straight female. I'm half white half korean but I don't look Korean at all haha. Kinda chub and rather self conscious about it. My voice kinda sounds like a guy lol (which is what I'm told when I play ow with voice chat) I draw and play video games a lot. I can get really competitive lol. Once I'm friends with someone I won't stop following them and I won't stop talking, but mostly because I get lonely easily. I have horrible sleep habits. I stay up way later than I should

I match you with Hanzo. You are so much smaller than him and he adores it, the way your body would just curl up into his when the two of you are alone. He doesn’t mind your voice, it doesn’t change how he feels about you. You manage to sucker him into competitions, the two of you just going until you are done. He actually really enjoys the way you follow him, almost craving it the last few years he’s been alone. He’ll try to get you to sleep on time, however he’s not the best either.

I would love a plot between two characters who just refuse to admit their feelings to one another for any whichever reason, and they’re just miserably in love and anyone can see it, but they won’t own up to it. They play games with each other too, sleeping with other people to get a reaction out of the other. Maybe they don’t say it, but their feelings seep through in the way they look at each other and the small things they do for one another. But, they refuse to call themselves anything but friends with benefits. Not even friends, they actually don’t get along very well, but the sex is so awesome, and feelings got in the way, and it’s a hot pot of emotions.  

Imagine making a video with Markiplier.

“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier.” Mark waved at his camera in front of you, “And I am here today with (Y/n).”

After being introduced, you smiled and waved at the camera as well, “Hello everyone, I’m only here because Mark is too scared to play this on his own.”

Mark giggled before turning back to the camera, “Hey that’s not true, I have played a lot of scarier games.”

“Most of which ended with you sleeping with the lights on,” you responded with a smirk on your face.

“Maybe we should just play the game, instead of bashing me.” Mark said, smiling.


chanbaek need to do a v live together playing LoL or any other game and it doesn’t have to be all fancy and high-tech like the v live+, I don’t need to see the game-play; literally I’d be fine with just them huddled up around pcy’s or bbh’s laptop with the v app phone propped up precariously as they jab the keys and holler and laugh at two in the morning and they should be sleeping but instead they’re dragging each other over a video game like this is literally all I ask for

I spend way too much time thinking about Cullen and Dorian’s friendship. I would really love to know how it came into being.

I mean think about it. Cullen is always talking about how busy he is and there’s comments from everyone else about how he never switches off from work, barely has time to sleep etc etc.

So when he’s not spending social time with the Inquisitor (which only happens if you romance him - if not all of your conversations are about the Inquisition apart from the chess game and that only happens by chance) the only other person we see him being sociable with is Dorian. 

I just find this so fascinating. These are two men who, on the surface, should not even get along let alone have enough in common to want to spend time together.

Yet Cullen and Dorian play chess regularly enough that if you cheat Cullen says ‘Dorian uses those same moves’.

And when you play Wicked Grace Cullen is all set to leave because he’s got work to do and it’s not you that gets him to stay, it’s Dorian. 

I just have so many questions. 

Most stereotypical shit my friends have done/said according to their type:

INFJ: Spent hours talking with me about the mysteries of life and all the connections that can be made.

ESFP nr.1 : Told me about all the places he would want to have sex.

ESFP nr.2: ‘I am the entertainer of this squad. Without me, life isnt fun. My name means fun. I am FUN. FFFFFUUUUN! I’m the one and only entertainer.’’

ENTP: ‘omg I just have millions of ideas for pranks we should do. JOIN ME.

INTP: ‘What is outside? And the sun. Just let me be the antisocial that we all know I am.’ Spent a whole day sleeping, and a whole night playing video games.

INTJ: Made a plan for the entire week, with stuff that had to be done to get good grades, and take a course in languages next year.

ISFP: ‘I don’t care what you think.  I’m not going to change myself, so that this discussion is over. I stay with my opinion, bye.’

Ashton Imagine: He Bets He Can Sleep With You

Author: Rhine


Boys will be boys and play their games.

You are not a toy to be played, you are not a challenge to undertake, you are not a prize to be won.

He was just a boy but he should be damn well grown up enough to know your heart was not something to be fooling around with, nonetheless in something as – as childish as a bet.

You’re more than that.

One month. That’s all I need – I’ll have her begging on her knees for me.

He laughs rambunctiously and he shakes his hands with those he called his brothers, the other boys clapping him on the back with wide smiles and shaking heads, arched eyebrows with disbelief in his abilities but amusement at watching him try all the same.

Good luck, mate. She isn’t easy.

She makes it hard – I bet you’re well familiar with that.

There’s a roar of laughter as they picture the same girl with the bright smile, but that’s not what they see.

They see a game.

And you see right through him.


He’s naturally charming, but he turns his smile up just for you.

Coy looks, fluttering touches, witty statements – Ashton is pulling at the rug underneath you while trying not to let you see how he was trying to make you fall.

He’s always finding an excuse to place a hand on your back, always searching for a seat next to you then sitting where you can feel the heat of his skin so close to yours, trying to spin the conversation the way he wants it to go.

What are you doing later this evening, Ash?


He’s not exactly subtle about it either.

It’s in his lopsided smirk that screams of arrogance, it’s in the way his voice adopts a purr or a husky tone whenever he leans in close to whisper into your ear; it’s in the way he always jumps at the chance to spend time with you – alone, always just you and me, always want to come to my place.

You know just what Ashton Irwin was playing it and you don’t remember ever signing up for a game.

It’s a little flattering at first, the sudden increase in attention he gives you.

After two weeks, it gets suspicious – this was more persevering than just simple infatuation, more focused than sudden feelings.

Three weeks and it’s tiring; want to go out, you look amazing in that dress, give me a call, I don’t tell you enough that you’re absolutely stunning in red –

Four weeks and you find out.

Four weeks and his time is up, his secret’s out.


“What the fuck, Ashton.”

“What about fucking?”

“Don’t you warp my words, Ashton fucking Irwin – I knew you were an ass, but this – this is a whole new level of fuckboy I didn’t think you were capable of.”

“What are you talking about?”

He’s serious now – finally losing that goddamn cocky smirk that you were so used to at this point, no longer slouching casually on the couch but standing up and walking towards your clenched form.

You can see the worry in his eyes, the panic that starts to seep into it as he starts to put the pieces together – the night before that he couldn’t remember, the words that were coming back to him, your eyes flashing –

You’d be amused at how quickly the regret starts flooding through him if you weren’t so fucking mad.

“It was just a –“

“Joke? Say it to my face, Ashton – tell me I was nothing but a joke to you.”

“That’s not what I meant – “

“Tell me, what else does ‘I made a bet I could fuck you in a month’ possibly mean? Do enlighten me.”

He’s silent and you bask in it, the first time he’s shut up around you in a month; no longer casually boasting, no longer flinging out compliments to you that surely didn’t mean a thing.

Ashton doesn’t know how to explain, and he doesn’t need to.

Because he already said all he needed to, his words slurred with alcohol despite his claims for a ‘good tolerance’; extra clingy as his hands met your skin, only letting go once you squirmed out with an excuse for the bathroom.

But his words – that revelation – you weren’t forgetting that anytime soon.

You’ve been so whipped lately, Ashton – what is this, carrying bags and canceling plans for her? Before you know it, you’ll be spending thousands on jewellery she’ll never wear and talking about wedding dresses.

You were just coming back from the restroom after a touch-up, ready for the rest of the night; tipsy enough not to be offended at the words you caught on to, but sober enough to care, stopping a few paces short to listen some more.

Ashton laughed at his friend, movements languid.

Nah, mate – look at that pretty face. What wouldn’t you do for it?

You thought it sweet until he opened his mouth again, voice booming over the music.

‘Sides, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make this pretty girl mine for a night – and win some cash for it. Lads promised me – well, it’s not a promise until I win – but this bet’s a win-win all over for me.

You’re frozen as the warm fizziness of the alcohol drains from your system, all thoughts of returning back to the group of people you trusted enough to call friends – of sorts – disappearing the moment the meaning of his confession sinks in.

And you’re a fool, you’re a fool for not seeing his ulterior motives, for sitting there as Ashton and his friends continued to drink, returning as casually as can be while hating all the stares you received when Ashton wraps an arm around you again, the others surely thinking you were nothing but an airless girl meant to be passed around.

“I’m sorry.”

He’s sober now, the morning after and remembering every too-loud word that he boasted, the flush of your cheeks that wasn’t from the alcohol, the flinch in his every touch.

‘You’re only fucking sorry you were caught, Irwin.”

He wishes it wasn’t true, and you do too.

You thought he was better than that, but he’s clearly not enough for you, not even close.

“Tell me, Ashton – what did you think of every time you saw me?” You wrap yourself around him, eyes sharp, but he’s not enjoying it, not at all.

“Did you dream of me, Ashton?”

You breath is on his cheek and you love how there’s a tic in his jaw, a sign of unease at your sudden flip in direction, unsure of what game you were playing at now.

“Were you going to tell the boys every last dirty detail?”

Your nails are cold against his skin, crawling up his arm to his neck.

“Tell them how I looked underneath you? Tell them how I moaned your name? Tell them how I was all yours, tell them how I gave myself to you in every single way?”

He gulps at your lips murmuring the words into his neck, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“How much am I worth to you? A month’s time and what, a hundred dollars? Two hundred? You could buy a prettier girl with that amount for less effort, Irwin.”

“Stop, I would never – “

“You’d never answer my calls when I woke up alone. You’d never ask if I wanted to ‘hang out’ again. You’d never even give me a second look when you were done with me – you had your challenge and you’d take your prize but throw it away the moment you were finished looking at it.”

You cut him short and you savour the way his mouth shuts instantly, how you have the authority against him.

“You’re a real work of art, Ashton. I’ve never seen anyone try so fucking hard to bed someone else, and I wish I could say I was impressed, but it’s just so fucking pathetic.

“It doesn’t have to be this way. We don’t – we could –”

“Oh, you put yourself in this very position, Irwin. No amount of apologies can get you out now – I was never a person to you, just a prize. And that makes you absolutely worthless in my eyes.”

You glare at him icily, shutting down any feeble attempts at trying to get himself out of this catastrophic mess.

You almost want to laugh at the panicked desperation as he realizes the quicksand that he’s been walking in this month from toying with you, at his frenzied scrabbles at trying to make things right when he was the one who threw all ideas of right and wrong for any sort of relationship the moment he made that bet.

You’re walking out the door, done wasting your time on him; one last biting remark to leave on his skin for the boys to see as proof.

“Game over, Ashton.”

You feel like a winner as you leave.


more imagines here!

Does Sugoroku notice when Yami and Yugi switch. Does he go “aahh my other grandson, let us do some quality time bonding!” and idk I imagine he’s one of the few people that him and Yugi can casually switch whenever and just talk? Like Yami helping out in the shop, or just playing games with him.

Then I remember that Sugoroku is a perv in canon and

“How’s Anzu, has she been (gestures chest) growing recently?”

“You know, I gave Yugi the talk.”

“Oh, you were a pharaoh? Did you know they had harems?”

“Do you ever see anything when Dark Magician Girl attacks?”

“You have your memories back! So how was your harem?”

Cue Yami trying to switch but Yugi’s too amused to allow it.