my friend showed me this joke

anonymous asked:

ok, so my friend agreed we can add a note to the bathbomb package. would you like to say anything to will? you made the headcanon, after all!

“Hey Will, I’d like to apologize for creating this joke, but I really hope you can find humor in it like I and other fans of the show do and I also hope you like bathbombs (though of course you yourself should not eat them). Love ya, Will!”

i just wanted to say that i fully believe in ghosts, aliens, and magic

i believe that tarot cards can show the future

i believe in some superstitions 

i believe some dreams can be prophetic 

i believe spells/curses/hexes are real and can work

and i dont talk about it much because a)it’s been made to seem like a joke b)i was repeatedly told by some family members that it’s not real/fake c)it’s something i truly believe in and it’s a huge part of my life and the last thing i want is more people to personally tell me that it’s all in my head

i remember 1 time someone joked about me ‘buying someone’s love’ and it kinda sticks because it rubbed me the wrong way? because it’s like this misunderstanding of what my intentions were? and like a misinterpretation of me?? i wasn’t trying 2 buy anyone’s love and i didn’t want 2? getting my s/o/friends/family member something i think will make them smile and feel loved is one of the ways that i show love

Let this be my big post, saying that if you follow me, I strongly recommend anything featuring the McElroy Brothers.

This includes My Brother, My Brother and Me, an advice show that goes off the rails. A podcast available on ITunes or maximumfun.org and now an amazing TV series on Seeso featuring Lin-Manuel Miranda dabbing

This includes Monster Factory, a Youtube series where two of them make monsters in games and it is hilarious. If you remember the “Just Like Bart” joke that went around, that’s what it’s from.

And this includes the Adventure Zone, a Dungeons and Dragons podcast that has inspired me in ways I cant imagine (such as starting up a DnD show with my friends). It has lots of fun goofs and an incredible story.

The McElroy brothers are not experts, but they’re wholesome people who make fantastic content and consider this my official recommendation

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Drabble Prompt: “Can you struggle a little? I feel like you’re taking this way too calmly and I’m worried.“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @torn-and-frayed


“Happy Birthday, sexy!” Your boyfriend exclaims when he saunters into your best friend’s house.

“Thanks, sexy!” You sass jumping up, wrapping your arms and legs around the insanely gorgeous man.

“You made it.” You whisper into his ear sounding muffled.

“Of course I made it, gorgeous. I would never miss this.” He whispers back leaning his forehead on yours.

“Ok ok. There’s other people here, you fuckers!” Jared cracks making you bury your face into Jensen’s neck, trying to hide flushed cheeks.

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BTS Reaction #2- Ideal Types/What Type of Couple You’ll Be

 Note- Just a quick description in what I think the members would like and dislike in a partner and what type of relationship I see them being in.


HOSEOK-  The dancer of BTS would most surely need someone who is as optimistic as him.  Not that you have to be cheery 24/7 and as energetic as him, but he wouldn’t be able cope with someone who sees the glass as half empty rather than full.  I don’t see him having high standards, all he needs is someone who is kind and cares about him and I think he’ll be satisfied.  However, I do see him being very clingy.  Wherever he goes, he would want you to come as well.  If you can’t, best believe he will be blowing up your phone asking to facetime and chat.  Hoseok would not be able to be with someone who needs space, he wouldn’t understand the concept of you not wanting to be with him all the time.  Being his partner would be time consuming and I suspect he could get easily jealous.  However, your relationship would be very stable and I see him dating one girl for a very long time before actually popping the question.  I don’t think he would date around and he would be the least likely to cheat.  

  You guys are a more subtle version of Jin and his partner.  Unlike that couple, you would actually go out a lot and I see him taking you to the gym and dance practices.  He would always be talking about this new restaurant or cafe that he would like to take you to and there would be no shortages on how many shopping trips he would fund.  He would be a firm believer in couple clothing and it would be very rare to see one of you without the other close by.

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JIMIN-  Jimin needs someone who would actually ground him.  I think his partner should be someone who is very trustworthy and would actually keep him home.  Not to say he is a child, but I think he would need a partner that would make him want to become a better man.  This means you must be mature and caring.  Jimin is the type of man who I think is easily seduced by other’s interest in him and thus I believe his other half must be a sort of strong person that wouldn’t let others walk all over them.  I really see him ending up with a noona.  He would find strong willed personalities really attractive and sexy but he wouldn’t be able to stand a partner that is always demanding to be taken care of.  Rather, he would like being taken care of.  You must be the type to take charge and confident in order to be seen as sexy in Jimin’s eyes. But I’m warning you, I think Jimin might be the type to cheat.  Not that he’s a bad person, but he knows others see him as attractive and it would be a bit too tempting to him not to use that power.  

  You guys are the couple that have everyone jealous.  Both of you are so confident and sexy, you were nicknamed the ‘it’ couple.  Jimin would brag about you to others, just because your so gorgeous and hard working.  You two would often be seen at parties or social gathering, having fun or just joking around with the other young members.

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TAEHYUNG- This man will be partnered up with someone who is fun.  His future soulmate must be fun, funny, kind and sometimes a little bit quirky.  In some cases, opposites attract but Taehyung would need someone similar to himself.  He wouldn’t be able to stand someone who is always caught up in the same old schedule.  He would need someone who is spontaneous and willing to try out weird things.  He would hate it if his partner was someone who is always working and not giving him time.  He would love it if you were always looking for a new hobby or invention to take part in.  You would need to be weird enough to keep him interested.  Chasing butterflies one day and building scientific volcanoes the next.  Between you two, there is never a boring moment.

  You two are the couple that are always doing the weirdest things.  Pranks, weird food creations, constant odd challenges and late nights of doing nothing but talking to each other.  You guys are the type of couple to just randomly leave in the middle of the night for a weekend trip to Italy for literally no reason whatsoever.  

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JUNGKOOK- Although young, I think he knows enough to have an idea of what he wants in a partner.  Jungkook can be a little awkward around others, so I think he would like it if his girlfriend or boyfriend was laid back and had some of the social skills that he lacks in.  You would need to be chill and calm, in order for him to feel at ease with you.  he would also love a person who is playful enough to be very close with his members.  He talked about his ideal type before, but I personally feel like the what he said before was too high of a standard even for him.  I totally see him with being with a tom boyish girl.  However, he is the youngest and is so used to be taken care of, I think he would need a someone who would cook or at least clean after him.  He would’t be able to stay with a person who doesn’t care after him.  Jungkook is also a virgo so I feel like he would be very stern with his standards. If you don’t fit them, he wouldn’t hesitate to break it off.  In conclusion, I think he would need someone who is laid back, fun and sort of boyish but at the same time someone who would take care of him behind closed doors.

  You guys are the couple that are more like friends than boyfriend and girlfriend.  You tell each other everything and are always playing pranks on the other members.  Rather than sexts, you two send memes and derp pics to each other and share so many inside jokes.  But, at the end of the day, he comes home to you and shows the vulnerable side of the golden maknae and you take care of him.  Your relationship might be bit odd, but it works for both of you.

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Jared Kleinman is gay and has a crush on Evan. Hear me out.

Spoilers for the staged show ahead.

1. Jared gets on at Evan for making him & Connor seem like gay lovers frequently. Yes it’s supposed to be a joke, and I find it hilarious, but something Will said made me look at it differently. “In Jared’s case, he often hides his true desires behind this veneer of comedy. Teasing Evan is his way of asking Evan to be his friend and validate him, in a strange, roundabout, kind of sad way.” In my opinion, he’s projecting his own gay feelings onto Evan and sort of testing the waters to see how he reacts. And going off of what Will said, trying to get him to validate them.
2. Jared agreeing to do the emails. I think Jared agreed to help Evan with the emails to get closer him. Yes they’re ‘family friends’, but I think it’s revealed throughout the show and in what Will has said that Jared is actually pretty lonely. ):
3. Jared snapping at Evan in Good For You. This is where my A+ reaching skills come in.
Fact: Jared finally snaps at Evan because he feels like he’s using him to get closer to Zoe.
My opinion: Jared snapped at him more or less directly after that because he saw (after Evan turned down
getting drunk with him and Zoe came into the scene.) that he was happy with Zoe, and it made him upset because he wanted him to be happy with him.
4. On a lighter note I totally think Jared had a very specific movement in inviting Evan to come get drunk with him.
5. Yes there’s the '2nd base below the bra thing’, but Jared said he lies a lot so I take that with a grain of salt.
6. That scene where Evan yells in face makes me want to push their faces just another few inches closer so they kiss. I even wrote a little thing where that’s how it went. Goodness.
The end! Also, let’s not forget this iconic line that was axed from the cast recording version of Sincerely Me.
“This is nothing unrealistic about the love that one man feels for another. In fact I think it’s something quite beautiful.”

Canadian Boys l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) managed to go from ‘dream couple’ to a messy relationship in front of the cameras, and Shawn doesn’t seem to accept that his ex has decided to move on with the one and only, Justin Bieber.

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Shawn could feel his cheeks heating up as Ellen started a game of Who’d You Rather.

“Rihanna or Sophia Bush?” Ellen asked and pictures of both women appeared on the screen behind him.

“Sophia Bush, no doubt.” he said confidently.

“Hmm, looks like you had your mind already done,” she teased him. “Okay, Sophia Bush or Kendall Jenner?”

“Sophia Bush.” he answered with a hint of laughter on his voice.

“Wow, you’re very sure of yourself.” Ellen said and he shrugged. “Sophia Bush or Margot Robbie?”

“Oh, no! You can’t do that!” he said making the audience laugh. “Ugh, Margot Robbie.” he answered and the audience ooh-ed.

“Margot Robbie or Camila Cabello?” Ellen asked and Shawn shook his head.

“Camila is a friend, so…” he started but the host interrupted him.

“She sure is,” Ellen said, earning laughs from the audience. “So, Camila or…”

“You didn’t let me finish!” Shawn complained laughing.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s my show,” Ellen joked. “Camila Cabello or (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

Shawn felt his cheeks heating up profusely. “They both are very good friends…”

“Oh, is there something you aren’t telling me, Shawn?” Ellen asked.

“No! Of course no.”

“Then answer the question.” Ellen said smiling and looking to the screen where there was Camila and you.

Shawn bit the inside of his cheek. “(y/n), she’s amazing.” he answered and everyone seemed happy with his answer.

“Then I guess we have a winner!” Ellen announced as another picture of you filled the large screen. “Shawn Mendes everybody!”


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WHAT AN ENTP WANTS TO SAY TO ALL OF THE TYPES.

RATIONALS (NT)

ENTJ-  You scare me. You are such and incredible leader, how do you do that?? But also I hate authority and feel a need to disagree with you at every turn because you’re so bossy. You’re not as cool as you think you are, but you’re almost as cool as you think you are and that’s pretty damn cool. Be my friend.

ENTP- Fuckin’ chill out you memelord. You’re either coasting through life or putting WAY to much effort into shit. You’re a bit of a narcissistic fuck but you’re still my favourite type (*coughs*). You’re too excitable and too much of a dick and you’re personality doesn’t make sense. Stop being mean to you’re friends. Learn to be more comfortable with emotions, it’ll be important later on in life. Be the friend that can cheer others up with jokes when they don’t really wanna talk about what’s wrong.

INTJ- You’re cool, you get shit done and you’re a bit of a supervillian. What’s not to love? You’re a rare bird. There aren’t many of you out there, but you are important. If you weren’t here, who else would the ENFP’s annoy? You’re a behind the scenes leader most of the time, pulling the strings from a safe (and smart distance) but you aren’t afraid to get you’re hands dirty. You’re good at shit.But don’t forget, you’re not superhuman. Remember other people have these pesky things called emotions, be wary of them STILL i want you to be proud of you’re inherent assholeness.

INTP-  Mad scientist. I’m constantly searching for your approval because of my unresolved daddy issues and it freaks me out. Yes, you are a daddy. Some of you have your heads shoved up a little too far in you’re own arse. Just because you’re introverted and intuitive and darn cold, does not make you better than others honey. Basically, you’re a condescending shit. But hey I still put you on this weird pedestal, so we’re both guilty. You’re the genius on tv shows that isn’t diagnosed but falls on the aspergers spectrum somewhere.

IDEALISTS (NF)

ENFJ-  Baby, I worship the ground you walk on. You are so cool, calm and controlled while still being awesome, enthusiastic and excitable. Don’t be my friend, date me. But stop trying to fix everything. Think about yourself a lil okay buddy, and use logic sometimes too. Actually scratch all that, you’re perfect, I love you.

ENFP-  You are a beautiful, annoying bastard. You’re too nice and I don’t feel comfortable making mean jokes at your expense (because you’d probably take it seriously and cry yourself to sleep), but you have effortless charm. Stop thinking about the individual and start thinking about the bigger picture, you’re not realistic. Be my friend, but not like close friend, y'know.

INFP-  Hello, the human equivalent of tumblr. Fuck. People either love you or hate you. I don’t know where I fall on that scale tbh. Sometimes you’re just a little too much honey, I’m not sensitive enough for you. Other times you are too precious for this world and I just wanna wrap you up in a blanket and protect you. I am strangely attracted to you despite how awkward you probably think you are. You have a lot of knowledge in that head of yours. Be that person I have a weird co-dependant relationship with, that really isn’t healthy but I can’t exactly live without you and I’m not sure why.

INFJ- Ah INFJ, I haven’t met many of you but BOY, are the ones I know pretentious. You’re one of the least common MBTI type, and you probably know and take pride in this. You’re good at reading people, I know, but you can just talk to me instead of analyse from a distance bud. You’re ultimately very cool and creative, a little bit of a know it all but it’s justified. You’re a sweet bundle of joy and I love you. Be my best friend. You’re good at being a friend. Really good.

GAURDIANS (SP)

ESFP-  I like you a lot kid, you remind me of a younger me. We shouldn’t get along but I love/envy you. You’re caring and you have a great childlike spirit. Make some art and ramble to me some more. I seriously appreciate you so much. You bring me back down to  the ‘now’ with you’re crazy impulsive attitude and caring demeanour. Just learn to listen to me a lil more when I tell you you’re thinking with you’re heart instead of you’re brain again. You do it a lot, buddy. Be my lover.

ESTP-  You’re cool man. You’re Ferris Bueler. You’re a salesman that’s constantly selling me on your personality. Look we get it, you’re good with one liners and you’re athletic and everyone loves you, but also hey, think about others you little sociopathic flirt. Also, sometimes people really DO know more than you, I know! Crazy. Be my Idol.

ISFP-  You probably reaallly like music. Chill out buddy, I don’t know much about you but you seem stressed and too fierce for ur adorable demeanour. I know you are your own individual beautiful creative person, you don’t need to tell me. People DO care about you, i know sometimes you doubt that, but you got this life in the bad. You’ll probably never grow out of your angsty teen years tbh but it’s okay, find yourself an ISFJ and you’ll be okay.

ISTP-  So you’re just as cool but less attainable, loner ESTP. You’re in control of your own everything but also out of control and mildly self destructive? Be the mysterious kid I rarely talk to, but everytime I do I fall in love with you a little bit.

ARTISANS (SJ)

ESFJ-  Hey there soldier. In the best case scenario, you’re cutie Monica Geller, that’s a lil anal and mildly manipulative but really! very! sweet!. In the worst case scenario you are literally my worst nightmare. Your the squad’s glue tho. Sometimes you offer a cool third perspective, but you over simplify things and don’t try to understand my crazy theories and that’s annoying. Learn to get over yourself a lil, stop playing the victim buddy and compromise. Be my friend in a few years when you learn to self reflect better.

ESTJ-  You’re a manipulative bitch. You’re so judgemental, you’re Rachel McAdams in Mean Girls. You’re pretty cool. Even more of a rampant psycho than ENTJ. I don’t like you all that much (and something tells me you don’t really care) but I respect you a LOT. Stay a safe distance away from me and please don’t judge me. You’re too savage.

ISFJ-  Hey my emo saviour. You understand everybody and nobody truly understands you. You’re the reliable Colin Firth that the world of Bridget Jones’s run to after their crazy escapades with Hugh Grant. Just remember to have standards baby, and don’t accept everyone that runs into you’re arms. You’re worth more than what most people are willing to give. Be my favourite sweet emotional little kid brother (even if you are female.)

ISTJ-  You say 'interesting’ a lot. If life were a tv show, you’d be a sassy little hate muffin that tumblr idolised that everyone would remark didnt get enough screen time. You’re all business and sometimes you should let down that gaurd fam :) Think about people a little bit more bud. I respect you. I’ll be your friend! But it will probably take three years to build up our relationship and it will probably be accidental, but im here for u anyway.

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U and summer are an irl slow burn kummer fanfic and I can't wait for the Angst(tm)

can’t wait to walk into my local Family Owned Coffee Shop only to see summer standing behind the counter dressed as a barista and when we make eye-contact the world suddenly gains color (as i belatedly notice i was previously seeing things only in black-and-white) and when i open my mouth to order i blurt out “slap my knees daddy” and then summer excitedly rips her pants off to show me the tattoo on her ass that says “slap my knees daddy” and uhhhhhhh i’m a single mother and summer is also a kindergarten teacher (the coffee shop doubles as a school) to a child-sized version of my best friend who seems oddly determined to push us together anyway i walk into the kitchen and see summer she’s 18 going on 79 in less than 3 minutes she says her car exploded and the garage is on fire your significant other never existed and summer offers you a slice of pie wyd

be still

it’s finally here!!! i expanded (maybe a bit too much) on this blurb and this is the final product. the blurb is incorporated into this version with some edits and added scenes between so even if you’ve read the blurb i wouldn’t skip over the parts you think you know because most of it is slightly different. also!! i made a playlist for this so if you’re interested in listening to it while reading you can do that. i’m really proud of this one so i hope you guys like it! please let me know ur thoughts!!

warning: smut (;

questions, comments, concerns.

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There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. The way everyone practically worshipped the ground he walked on made me sick.

I had a more concrete reason for why I hated Harry, but that’s another story. Everyone thought I was just jealous of him, but I wasn’t. Why would I be? Sure, he was a great actor, but I was a great actress and we’d never really have to compete for parts. When he turned up at the theater a few years before, everyone quickly became enamored by him and the theater went from being mine to his.

But this isn’t about that. This isn’t the story of how I grew to hate Harry Styles. This is the story of how Harry Styles lit my soul on fire and made me feel something for the first time. This is the story of how Harry Styles gave me his heart even though he had absolutely no reason to.

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Haven’t Seen Her

Title: Haven’t Seen Her

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Jacksepticeye x fem!reader

Word Count: 1766 

Summary: Jack has a new girlfriend?

A/N: This story is told as the reader is female. For my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible

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Jack had a new girlfriend. The internet was buzzing, his community talking about it on every form of social media. Who had managed to catch the eye of the sweet, loud, Irish boy? More importantly, how had they not noticed? The clues should have been as clear as day, not to mention all the times he mentioned you.

       The first time he mentioned you, it was a passing remark. No one really took notice of it, too occupied laughing and focused on what the Irish man was doing. Smiling, he held up a handful of containers, and a small note with scribbles on it.


       “So, I got my make up here that was so generously loaned to me. (Y/N) put a little list here for me so I knew what order to put them on.”

       The second time was a few months later, when he was doing a new and improved house tour. Not much changed, though it was always entertaining to watch the shaky camera and the happy voice accompanying it.

       “This plant is very pretty. Its not mine though, I’m just watching over it while (Y/N) visits her family.”

       Yet, the fans still didn’t seem to pick up on anything. Sure, there were a few comments here and there about what he had said, but they were buried deep in the comments section, covered by links and click bait ads.

       The third time sparked interest within his community, more and more people noticing your name popping up here and there, casually as if he had already told them who you were. Had he? Or was this a new development?

       “What’s my favourite memory of 2015? Oh, that’d have to be the time a bunch of my friends and I went on a group camping trip. It was amazing. I never really get to hang out with people as much, not that I’m complaining or anything. It was just nice to get away for the weekend. (Y/N) and I had canoed down the river, and almost got lost if it wasn’t for her being smart enough to bring a compass.”

       By now, theories began to pop up. Did Jack get a girlfriend? An old family friend? A neighbour? No one could figure it out, and Jack had given them no clues. People began writing stories, drawing art, trying to guess who you were and what you looked like. It wasn’t until the four incident, when they finally got some clue into who you were.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies. My name is Jacksepticeye!”

       Thousands of people watched in confusion as Jack sat in front of the screen, his face being the only thing seen, awe and confusion on his face as he looked off screen, and not the game that was put in the title. That wasn’t the only thing that was off. The voice of the intro, however, wasn’t his. It was a woman’s voice, melodic and teasing as she practically screamed the line he was known for. Jack laughed, slouching over the table slightly before quickly standing up, only the corner of his jaw seen of his face, whispering something to someone off screen. There was a laugh, then Jack getting pushed back into view of the camera, before the video reset, playing the intro as it should have been, as if nothing had happened. An arm, a hand, and a glimpse of hair was all they got, but it was enough to explode the internet.  

       The fifth incident was different than the others. It was a vlog, nothing too unusual for Jack to do every now and then. However, this time, he stood in front of a hair salon, his green hair faded so much it was practically yellow.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome to another vlog! I know I’ve been doing quite a few of these lately, but this time, I’ve brought you to the hairdresser! Tons of people asked me to show me going to get my haired dyed, and the process of it. And in order to not bore myself. I’ve brought along a friend!”

       There was a cheerful hello in the background, but Jack hadn’t turned the camera, the voice hidden, and the person unknown. Was this (Y/N)? The girl that had started showing up in Jacks videos more and more? The audience waited in anticipation, enjoying themselves already.

       The video continues, Jack doing things here and there, cracking a few jokes and introducing the lady who was dying his hair. However, it was soon obvious whom he had brought with him, as the same name rang out half way through, and a woman walking behind Jack as he filmed himself looking in the mirror. The mystery girl had returned. Fans eagerly watched, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. However, the only thing they got was Jack retelling a joke you had said, or repeating a funny comment while you laughed in the background. It wasn’t until the end, when you were revealed again.

       “Don’t I look soooooo pretty!”

       Jack’s voice was high pitched, hands pulling your hair so it curled over his head, which was partially dyed to match his, as he smiled sweetly into the camera. You laughed from behind him, quickly stealing the camera, and your hair back, from his hands and flipping the camera to filming him. However, the camera had turned to your face, and for a split second, the world saw your face.

       Twitter blew up minutes after the vlog was posted, the hashtag #WhoIsJack’sNewGirlfriend? spread like wildfire, single shots of your blurry face everywhere.


       The sixth mention, wasn’t as much as a mention, but more a video. The video was titled “HAPPY WHEELS CHALLENGE…WITH A GUEST?!?!”, no mention of who it was, or if they had been on a video with him before. Fans spectated the video, starting with the intro, just as it always was. However, the camera was placed differently, so that Jack was completely visible till his waist. His arms were behind him, and two smaller hands replaced them, high-fiving the air beside the camera. Jack laughed as the hand totally failed, but continued to do his intro.

       "Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome back to…HAPPY WHEELS! I have a very special guest with me today, (Y/N)! And this is a very stupid video we decided to do, because why not?! I’m going to have my arms behind my back, and (Y/N) is going to control the game for me, but she can’t see a thing! Hopefully this wont be a total disaster!“

       The video was full of laughs, screams, and Jacks new hands smacking his shoulder several times, which just made them laugh harder. It was hard not to laugh along, especially when Jack kept screaming while (Y/N) tried to do a spike fall. The fans hoped that they could at least see a small view of your face, however, Jacks back and shoulders covered everything that could have been seen.

       The seventh and final instance, was when the truth came out.

       Jack was filming another reading your comments video, a half a year after you were first mentioned. He started the first few as he normally did, a few silly one, a few serious ones with silly answers, and one serious one. And then, the moment of truth.

“Jack, can you please tell us who (Y/N) is? You’ve mentioned her a lot recently, and I know I’m not the one wondering. I’ve seen a lot of these comments recently, and yes, I have seen them and haven’t answered them. (Y/N) is a very special person to me, and I respect her enough not to be forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to do. She enjoys her privacy, and can be shy sometimes, so I don’t want to be forcing her to sit with me on camera, or be constantly filming what we do. When (Y/N) and I hang out, I don’t have to pretend with her. Not that I’m saying I pretend when I talk to you guys, but when I film, I constantly have to make things interesting, keep the energy going. (Y/N) is my rock, and I couldn’t imagine her not being in my life. When she’s ready, maybe she’ll introduce herself to you, but for now, please don’t pressure her into anything she doesn’t want to do. If you haven’t figured it out, (Y/N) is my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for almost eight months now, and honestly I’m so happy. I love her to death, and I hope you guys will love her just as much as I do. Okay, maybe not that much.”

       He ended the question with a giggle, and that was that.
     
       Of course you were mentioned more and more over the course of the year, Jacks face lighting up at your name and the stories he told. He apologized most of the time when a story got away from him about the two of you, but instead if receiving hate or comments that told him they didn’t want to hear stories about you, all the comments were positive. They loved hearing stories about you, about the life Jack had outside of YouTube. As soon as he started mentioning you, others did as well. Mark, Felix, and even Ken mentioned you at least once in their videos, excited for Jack and happy that he found someone to love as much as they had. Mark of course had to be the odd man out and have a whole story on one of his videos, but the fans loved it, laughing about how you got lost at the mall with them and had to huddle next to him until you two managed to find Jack again.

       It wasn’t until a year and a half later, when you were finally introduced to the world. It wasn’t a video like most hoped, a picture was what revealed you. Your face wasn’t in it completely, you were turned away, just the side of your face being seen, but Jack was full center. The pictured seemed almost better than a video when everyone saw the smiles on yours and Jacks face as he held your hand up, a ring on your ring finger sparkling in the light, did they realize that they didn’t need to see you to know that you made Jack incredibly happy. And that was enough for them.

Phone Call from Julian 2016
Max T. and Julian (the Janitor) Koster
Phone Call from Julian 2016

JULIAN CALLED ME AND HE WAS SUCH A SWEETHEART!!!!!!!!!!

I’m still freaking out that was seriously the best 6ish minutes of my LIFE.
I managed to record it, so there’s not much to say about the call that you can’t hear for yourself, but overall, just, oh my goodness what a lovely person. He was so polite and friendly and it felt like talking to your best friend. Not to mention, he’s SUCH a good storyteller, something about the way he speaks is just so powerful and pulls you right in to listen, I couldn’t ignore any of his jokes. (Yes, plural, he told me THREE jokes!!) 

I didn’t get to ask him some questions like I had hoped, (I was planning on trying to get some show-related info for the fans) but I did at LEAST get to compliment him, which you’ll hear. He said I had a nice voice and I said that he did too, and that he should be on the radio, and he got SO flustered and grateful, it was heartbreakingly adorable to hear him be so happy that someone WANTED him to be on the radio. <3<3<3 What a cinnamon roll… #protectJulian2K16

Anyway, enjoy the audio, he was absolutely lovely to talk to and it really made my day. <3

(And BTW, @ichigo-otokonoko, yes of COURSE I got him to say hi to you like you wanted <3 Anything for you my darling ^u^ Love you, enjoy!!)

anonymous asked:

This is probably a super used AU, but it's great. High school AU. Maybe Tony and Bucky? Like the classic ones with Tony being the 'rich kid' and being misunderstood, then something happens and it changes? And Bucky? Somehow? Thanks!

Super used AU just means it’s so great, it can’t be retold often enough ;) That said, I think I kinda lost focus, but the premise of the AU stands, so I hope you’ll like it anyways!


“I’m perfectly fine, thank you for asking,” Tony says drolly without bothering to look up.

“Sure you are,” the sarcastic drawl finally makes Tony lift his aching head from where he’s been staring unseeingly at the tips of his shoes, and hello Hot Leatherjacket whom he’s been secretly crushing on for going on four months. This has the potential to become awkward very fast. “That’s why you’re sitting out here, two hours after school let out, in the rain, without a coat.”

Tony shrugs. All he wants is to be in his warm bed, a cup of Jarvis’ home-made cocoa on his bedside table and a notebook in his hands, and be left alone.

Apparently Unnecessary Questions doesn’t get the message though. “You waiting for someone?” he asks, shifts until he’s fully facing Tony, clearly intent on continuing this conversation for a while.

Tony just barely suppresses a sigh. He might have been thrilled on any other day, to finally get this guy’s–and how pathetic is it, that he doesn’t even know his name after four months of pining from afar?–attention but right now he just- doesn’t have it in him.

“Yes.”

“For whom?” Shaggy Hair continues the interrogation.

“Parents.” Jarvis, technically. He’s learned early on though, that any reminder of his parents’ wealth won’t lead to anything good.

“Oh,” Blue Eyes sounds surprised–and completely unimpressed by Tony’s monosyllabic answers. “When are you meeting up with them?”

“One hour and 24 minutes ago.”

It’s unlike Jarvis to be late. On the other hand it’s very likely that his father has given Jarvis another task to handle and forgotten to make sure his only son would get home in the process. Usually that would have made Tony angry. Usually he would have started walking home or got himself a phone or something. But today–today had been a bad day and Tony is so tired.

Pretty Smile grimaces. “That sucks.”

A pause. Silence, except for the gentle pit-pat noise of the falling rain.

“Do you have a jacket?”

Tony nods.

“Where is it?” Killer Jaw steps a little closer.

“Football team.”

“Ah.” Another grimace. “They’re a bunch of irredeemable assholes.”

Had Tony been in a better condition, he would have commented on the team jacket the guy is wearing. Instead he settles for a pointed look.

Nice Muscles shrugs unapologetic. “I’m part of the team, doesn’t make me blind. Here, do you want my jacket?”

He’s already sliding out of it but Tony doesn’t make any attempt to reach it. He doesn’t want to.

“C’mon, man.” Is that worry? It sounds a little like worry, Tony absently thinks. “You’re shaking, you can’t tell me you’re not freezing.” Uncharacteristic Footballer takes on of Tony’s hands, winces. “Fuck, you’re cold. C’mere.”

Something warm–jacket–is draped over Tony’s shoulders. It’s kind of nice.

“See, that’s better, isn’t it?” Sad Smile asks him, and yeah, it really is. “I’m gonna pull you up now, alright? We really need to get you out of the rain. On three, one, two, three.”

Tony is pulled up all right. It’s a little hard to stay standing, his legs are trembling and uncomfortably stiff, but Wannabe Hero has a tight grip around Tony’s waist and keeps them both upright. Tony leans his head against the closest shoulder. It’s not very comfortable, with the up and down movements during every step, but it’s still kind of nice.

“Here we are,” Knight In Shabby Leatherjacket mutters eventually, props Tony up against–the side of a car? The world kind of slips sideways a little, and he doesn’t even realise he’s falling until a strong grip around his upper arms pulls him up again. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that!” Terribly Worn Down Boots scolds, “keep those pretty eyes open for me, will you? I need you to tell me where to go, hey!”

Tony blinks up at Really Blue Eyes lethargically, which for some reason earns him a bright smile. “There you are.” He’s being shifted and moved again, until he’s finally sitting–passenger seat. It is surprisingly comfortable.

Helpful Not Quite Stranger helps him put on a seatbelt, which is nice. Tony isn’t sure he could have done it on his own. His fingers are very numb.

“Hey there,” Possibly A Kidnapper murmurs, a warm hand carefully tilting Tony’s head up. “I’m gonna drive you home, alright?” he asks, adds with a twist of lips, “probably get banned by your parents too because I have a couple of words for them and they aren’t fuckin’ nice. But for that to happen I need you to tell me where you live, alright?”

Okay. Tony can do that. He rattles down his address and though his voice is shot to hell, Gentle Hands seems to understand him, what with his raised eyebrows and the whistling and the “Damn, hope nobody’s gonna call the cops on me when I show up there in this wreck of a car,” that causes Tony to flinch.

“Joking, I’m just joking!” Comforting Voice insists immediately. Tony tries to ascertain his truthfulness but it’s hard to focus, so he just ends up relaxing back into his seat again.

“I’m James by the way, but my friends call me Bucky.”

Tony isn’t sure what that means.

“It means I’d like you to call me Bucky,” Warm Chuckle tells him with an amused but genuine grin and leans forward to turn up the heat.


[Aka The Story Of How Bucky And Tony Became Friends (And Later Something More)

Aka The Story Of How Bucky Was Banned From The Stark Mansion (And Earned The Standing Approval Of Jarvis)]

I survived the Columbine High School Shooting

I survived the Columbine High School shooting By Melissa Miller

A student shares her terrifying story

From Scope

Melissa Miller, 15, hid behind a truck while seniors Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold sprayed bullets and threw pipe bombs into the parking lot of Columbine High School. On that tragic afternoon last April, Eric, 18, and Dylan, 17, killed 12 students and a teacher, wounded 23 students, and then killed themselves. Many have said that Eric and In seventh and eighth grade, kids called me names, pushed me against the lockers, and snapped pennies at my head. I was miserable and lonely. Every night, I cried and begged my mom to let me go to another school.

So, I understand what it’s like to be picked on. But I can’t understand why anyone would turn to guns. Guns are not the answer. I learned that on April 20, 1999. That day was definitely the worst day of my life.

Not a Prank

I was in the Columbine parking lot when I heard the first explosion. I thought it had to be a firecracker—some kind of senior prank. Then, I looked up and saw the backs of two guys in black trench coats. They were standing at the top of the hill near the rear entrance to the school. It was Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. I didn’t know their names then, but I’d seen them around. My friends and I would move out of their way in the halls. They scared us.

As Eric and Dylan turned around, I saw that they had guns. I still thought it was a prank. I figured the rifles had to be paintball guns. Eric and Dylan had no expressions on their faces. They showed no emotion—not anger, not hatred.

Then, they opened fire. Bullets struck students on the sidewalk, in the parking lot, and on the hill. My friend Anne Marie was standing on the sidewalk right below them. It looked like they shot her in the stomach. She doubled over and then fell on her back. Her knees flipped to the side. She didn’t get up. She just stayed crumpled on the ground. That was what made me realize–oh, my God!–it was no joke. It wasn’t red paint on the ground. It was blood. Dylan were trying to get back at students who had mocked and bullied them during their four years at the Littleton, Colorado, high school. Below, Melissa—who knows how it feels to be picked on—shares her ideas for how students who feel alienated can turn things around without violence. She also tells the dramatic story of her escape from the shooting.

I was terrified. I quickly ducked behind a white truck. I did not dare look up. Crouched behind a tire, I was scared to move an inch.

Then, a silver cylinder landed about five feet from me. I could smell the burning and see smoke coming out of both ends, so I covered my head with my hands. I didn’t know it then, but it was a pipe bomb. In seconds, the bomb exploded and shrapnel rained down on the pavement around me. Somehow I didn’t get hit with any shrapnel. Just a few seconds later, there was another pipe bomb, and it came even closer to me. Again, by some miracle, I wasn’t hit at all.

Eric and Dylan opened fire again. It didn’t sound the way gunfire sounds in the movies. Each shot was like a dart hitting a dartboard. Nothing sounded the way you’d expect. No one was screaming or yelling at them to stop. It was actually really quiet.

A boy who’d been shot in the leg (I don’t know his name) got up and ran away. Blood spurted through his fingers as he held onto his wound. Before he reached safety, he looked back over his shoulder at the gunmen. His eyes were so large, and filled with pure terror and pain.

The look on his face will haunt me for the rest of my life. I just hope it’s a look that no one has to see or give ever again.

Eric and Dylan had stopped shooting. They’d gone inside. I started to run away. Then, I hesitated. Should I try to help Anne Marie? She was lying there, still not moving. I decided that the best thing would be to get real help.

As the gunshots rang out inside the school, I ran across the soccer field. At the same time, this unbelievable stream of people, of panic, came out of the cafeteria. That’s when the screaming started. Everyone was screaming. To get off of school grounds, I had to make it over a tall chain link fence. Somehow—don’t ask me how—I just sailed over it. I was like Xena. The best way I can describe it is that I was on a mission. I was running so fast that I could barely breathe. I thought my heart was going to pop.

Finally, I saw a house with an open garage. I ran in. There was a phone, so I called 911. The house belonged to an elderly couple who let me in and helped me contact my parents.

As I waited to be picked up, I watched the news. I cried and cried as ambulances took my friends, including Anne Marie, away. (For days, I didn’t know if Anne Marie was alive or dead.) On TV, I could see my bookbag lying in the parking lot where I’d left it.

Memorial items for Columbine: wreath with angel Beanie Babies, and book made by a first grade class I didn’t get my bookbag back until June. When I did, it brought back all of my fear. My bag had been trampled on as students ran for their lives. My hairbrush was broken, and all of my books were damaged.

A Place to Belong

Eric and Dylan ruined so many lives. They were outcasts, but violence is never a solution. In junior high, I was tortured. I didn’t wear the right clothes, and I didn’t have the right hair. I had zero friends. But when I started at Columbine, I changed my situation. I joined the marching band and made tons of friends. Now the people that were so mean to me in junior high are signing my yearbook and giving me hugs in the hall.

I found a place to belong. If you’re an outcast, you don’t have to resort to violence. Join a club. Columbine offers clubs like the outdoors club, the Bible club, the chess club. There are tons of activities that you don’t have to be an athlete or the smartest person in the world to participate in. High school doesn’t have to be so terrible.

If Eric and Dylan had tried to turn their lives around, maybe 12 of my peers wouldn’t be dead maybe Anne Marie wouldn’t be learning to walk again.