mister nice

who remembers when kravitz was like “ok no more mister nice death” and then continued to be pretty nice still?? very nice actually? he gave noelle 20 more years to live and later went on a date with taako how is this not Mister Nice Death

you can make all the content of krav being a long-suffering bystander to taakos jokes, but please take a moment to Consider such amazing lines as “no more mister nice death”, “i can also do a bunch of michael winslow style sound effects [makes bad machinegun noises at the thb with his mouth]”, and “you three saved my bacon”, the man is a Massive Dork, A Real Goober
also, i so badly want to believe that every time grif laughed at the chug n squeeze date and that it was in character, that Death Himself was crackin up at “yea for sure [Very Deep Voice] as long as i can drop my accent too”
Please Just Let Krav Be A Fucking Dweeb With A Horrible And Corny Sense Of Humor Who Makes Dad Jokes Constantly And Genuinely Enjoys Taakos Top-Tier Comedy Content

This Is My Version : A Conor Maynard Fiction

Part 2

Jack stood there, dumbfounded, unsure of the situation. “It’s everything alright?” He asked. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m leaving.” I said. I’ve binge watch for hours and now a fight? I ain’t go no time for that. As I turned my back against Conor and Jack, Josh came in sight. “Nice PJs.” Josh chuckled. “Not in the mood, Ginger boy.” I walked pass him down the hall and head down my bedroom.

I cleaned up myself and lay down on my queen sized bed. I was mad, for sure, I don’t understand why Conor would say such a thing. He’s always mister nice guy and tonight, he changed my whole perspective on that. Faint knocks were on my door, hoping that my silence would show signs that I’m sleeping and that person would go away, that’s when God said i think not. I got up, opened the door and saw Jack standing there. His hair was damp and he smelled like daisies, telling me that he just had a shower. His towel was hanging around his neck. Jack is probably the closest with me, of course, he knows that I have a crush on Conor, he knows everything about me and my secrets, my dirty little secrets. “Can I go in?” He asked. “Yeah sure,“I stepped aside and let him in my room. I shut the door closed and sat down next to him.

“What happened between you and Conor?”

“Long story short, he came home drunk and he called me a slut.” I shrugged my shoulders. It’s not the first time I got called a slut. Living in the same house with 3 popular YouTubers who’s the opposite sex with you isn’t a happy ending story. Death threats, name calling etc. But hearing it coming out from your crush’s mouth is just horrible.

“How? You don’t even go out and party or drink,” he paused, “let alone sex.” He chuckled.

“Well, I told him that I like him.” I stay silent, looking at Jack. His ocean blue eyes alike like Conor’s, opened wide and his pupils were dilating.

“And?” He questioned.

“And he said that it isn’t true because it seems that giving people compliments nowadays also meant that you’re flirting.” I sigh.

“Okay I know I wasn’t suppose to tell you this but Conor has his eyes on you.” He confessed.

No fucking way, this isn’t some kind of love story, how would he like me too?

“Jack, don’t even play.”

“I’m not. That’s why he thinks you don’t mean it when you say you like him. Beca-”

“Because I’ve complimented you and Josh and the other boys?” I cut him off and finish his sentence.


“It’s still wrong to call me a slut. Why couldn’t he just confessed his feelings just like I did just now?”

“He’s afraid.”

“Of? STD?” I joked.

I cleared my throat, realizing that it’s a serious topic.

“No. He’s afraid that you just want to date him for fame and followers. Typical stuff you know?”

I looked at him. Hoping he’ll continue.

“You see, Lucy, his ex, dated him for fame and followers and once she got enough, she broke it off with him.”


“Honestly, I don’t understand why would someone date another person-”

“Famous person.” Jack corrected me.

“Right. A famous person, to gain fame and followers?”

“They do realize that once they broke up, they’ll lose followers BUT gain fame for being a famlower-digger.”

“Famlower-digger? What the fuck is that word?” Jack laughs.

“Fame plus follower equals famlower.” I chuckled along.

Then, there’s a knock on the door and as it opened, a sad Conor reveal.

Part 3 fam?

mind of mine plot inspos
  • mind of mindd: new friends who bring you out of your comfort zone (in a risky, kind of toxic way) and make you question everything you know. helps you grow as a person, but not always in a positive way.
  • pillowtalk: the one night stand you brought home from the club...more than once. falling in love between the sheets. exploring every inch of skin on someone’s body. finding out what makes their toes curl. becoming possessive of one another. wondering if this still counts as casual hook ups. fighting over a label.
  • it’s you: being unfaithful. a break up you’re expecting, but still knocks the wind out of your lungs. fighting to stay together, saying goodbye over and over again. having your ‘last kiss’ over and over again. drunk calls and texts and getting sent to voicemail/r-bombed.
  • befour: hitting rock bottom. mister nice guy finally snapping. doing whatever the hell you want to do because no one can stop you anymore. making enemies with everyone you meet. drunken bar fights.
  • she: like samantha and lou from stuck in love. avoiding love out of fear of being hurt. soft conversations. sleeping in with someone during rainy days. coming out of your shell and opening up to someone. a femme fatale and an introvert.
  • drunk: falling in love with your best friend. realizing you’re in love with your best friend. wild and unpredictable summer nights. coming home at two in the morning and crashing on your bed.
  • intermission-flower: unrequited love.
  • rear view: reuniting after a falling out (or trying to -- could be one sided for extra angst). trying to understand what the other person is going through. putting the blame on the other person. ending up leaving them behind/getting left behind.
  • wrong: a fwb where someone starts catching feelings, but it’s not mutual. the other person playing along for the sex. knowing you’re being strung along. doing anything for love.
  • fool for you: the perfectionist and the careless. beating a dead horse. someone who wants to fix the relationship while the other person has already let go.
  • bordersz: the prequel to pillowtalk. shameless flirting. the thrill of the chase. playing hard to get. sending each other drinks at the bar. drunk dancing.
  • truth: getting caught up in drama. being salty and petty. ‘classy n sassy but never trashy’. instagram fame culture. maybe getting catfished?
  • lucozade: being unable to leave a relationship. knowing you’re being cheated on. turning the other cheek. drinking/doing drugs to deal with the pain.
  • tio: a cant keep my hands off you, strictly physical kind of attraction. lots of sexting and nude snaps. teasing. lap dances. rough and raw.
  • blue: a pure, sunday morning kind of love. craving domesticity. holding hands and butterfly kisses. fluff fluff fluff.
  • bright: two reckless people. lots of physical attraction but no emotional compatibility, slightly toxic while they try to figure out how to make it work.
  • like i would: seeing your ex with their new s/o and getting jealous. pettyness. trying to make them jealous back.
  • she don't love me: wanting someone you know is no good for you. treating yourself after a hard day/week/month/year/life. a true one night stand. waking up to an empty bed. anonymity. fake identities.

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I regret nothing.