sorry this is bad ugh

“if I can introduce just one person to this show i’ll be satisfied.wmv”

I’ve had Making Fiends on my mind for a while now… if this video doesn’t convince you to watch it, here’s a few more reasons:

  •  It’s the first animated series ever created based off a youtube series
  • Seriously I think it deserves more credit for that alone
  • The creator (Amy Winfrey) also voices Charlotte, the overly optimistic (if not curiously morbid) main character
  • The voice cast is the same as the original series. There are a total of three voice actors. That’s it. Not three main voice actors. Three. (except Dee Bradley Baker guest stars once as a pony)
  • Aglaia Mortcheva, who was an animator/character designer on several classic shows, is possibly the most melodramatic villainess Nick has ever seen
  • It has a hilariously dark sense of humor, seriously if you like Invader Zim you will love the humor on this show
  • You can literally watch the whole show in a matter of hours; there’s 18 six-minute episodes and they’re ALL available on youtube

I could think of more but I don’t want to take up too much of your time. Please, everyone, please go watch this show

batsnotbutterflies  asked:

write your fav a phic for her 16th bday on the 24th? -w- (dont hate me for the phic suggestion bc its full of memories and i wanna see how you recreate it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) dan and phil are out and dan keeps using cheesy pickup lines to tease phil and phil ends up taking dan into the nearest public restroom and smut ensues. oh, i KNOW you remember this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

HI I’M SKYler AND THIS TOOK ME LEGIT FIVE DAYS TO FINISH BUT SUCK MY ASS I DID IT

also u made it sound like we fucked in a public restroom just sayin’

anyways happy birthday pall ily also i’m sorry if i completely butchered our rp i tried ( & i changed stuff a lil clearly ) here we go



“Kiss me.”

Phil laughed, glancing over at his husband and raising his eyebrows. 

“Again?”

Dan whined, swinging their intertwined hands between them, his feet making light noises on the pavement. “Yes, again. I need a kiss.” He stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. Phil rolled his eyes. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll kiss you. Don’t cry.”

He stopped walking, pulling Dan closer by his hand and letting their lips brush. Dan grinned against his mouth, touching his face with one hand to hold him steady and pull him as close as possible. 

“Thank you,” he said finally, pulling back and squeezing Phil’s hand. Phil nodded, starting to walk again. He flashed Dan a crooked smile, poking his cheek. “You taste good.”

Phil’s eyes lit up, and he grinned widely. “Y’know, that’s actually a science thing, when two people taste good to each other-”

“You’ve said.”

Phil laughed, searching Dan’s face. 

“You’re blushing.”  

Dan blushed harder, his hand shooting to his face, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh, am I?” He laughed, his eyes flashing happily. “I guess I still kinda can’t get used to kissing you.” 

“Really?” Phil smirked. “How long have you been doing it, what, seven years?”

“Shut up.”

They were quiet for a bit, and Dan focused on the feeling of Phil’s hand on his and the slight breeze brushing against his face and through his hair. It still felt incredible that he was here, after ages of wishing for it. 

They had gone out for a lunch date and to stop by the gardens, so Phil could ask for shit and Dan could whine about it. They hadn’t done anything like this in a bit, other than their honeymoon. It was mostly hours and hours of staying inside, sleeping and talking and having sex. Lots of sex. And planning for the rest of their lives together. It was kind of heaven. 

Dan glanced over at Phil again; something he could seem to stop doing. His husband. His. It sent a warm jolt of happiness through him every time he thought about it. After all this time- finally his. 

“Hey, Phil?” Dan’s face slowly melted into a grin as something came to mind, and Phil looked at him. 

“Yes?”

Dan squeezed his hand, shifting their fingers so they more easily slid together. He hummed, watching his feet as he walked. 

“Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m with you,” he said lightly, giggling and licking his lips. 

Phil paused for a moment, sucking in a sharp intake of breath, and laughed almost nervously. 

“Are you kidding? Was that a pick up line?”

Dan shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Whenever I use those you call me an idiot.”

Dan shrugged again, a smile tugging at his lips. “I should call you google, because you have everything I’m looking for,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing. 

Phil puffed air into his cheeks, blowing it out with a huff. God. That cocky bastard, he knew how he was messing with Phil’s head. You could tell just by looking at him, the way he was searching his face, looking for a reaction. 

“Would you like another? I could do this all day.” Dan’s smile widened, and you could see his dimples popping from his cheeks. 

“Fine.” Phil ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, and raised his eyebrows at his husband. “Hit me.”

Dan grinned, having gotten the answer he had wanted. “Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.” 

Phil groaned, shaking his head. “That’s a good one. You probably stole it from me.”

Dan held a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. “I did not!” He stepped out in front of Phil, taking both of his hands in his, swinging them gently and walking backwards in front of him. “More?”

Phil sighed. “I’m gonna be honest, Dan, you’re really turning me on right now.”

Dan’s eyes went wide, and his face immediately flushed red. “W-What?” Phil laughed. 

“Seven years of sex, and you still get blushy when I even mention it.” He leaned forward, kissing Dan on the lips briefly. “You’re adorable.” 

Dan glared at him, but it was clear he didn’t mean it. “Whatever.” He let go of Phil’s hands, only to clasp them together in front of him. “One more.”

Phil grumbled something under his breath, but nodded. “It better be one more.” He smirked. “Or we might have to find a bathroom.”

Dan’s eyes went even wider, and he swallowed. He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up his curls. 

“Your lips look so lonely…” He paused for effect, licking his lips and grinning. “Would they like to meet mine?’

Phil stared at him, his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes flickered over his face. Finally he grabbed Dan’s hand, walking ahead briskly. 

“That’s it,” he said breathlessly. “We’re finding somewhere where I can kiss you senseless.”

Dan stumbled slightly, taken by surprise by Phil’s sudden firm manner. “W-Wait, you were serious…?”

“Of course.” Phil glanced around, at the nearby buildings, looking for a bathroom, preferably with stalls. “You know that drives me crazy.”

Dan hummed, walking quicker to keep up with Phil. “I mean, I hadn’t tried it. I guess now I do.”

Phil nodded, grunting softly and pulling Dan by the hand into a restroom connected to an art gallery. They didn’t even make it to the stall before their mouths were pressed together heatedly, with Dan against the wall, Phil’s hands exploring his body. 

Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, pulling him as close as possible and tugging his lower lip between his teeth. 

Phil led him with hands on his waist, stumbling blindly until they made it to a stall, closing the door behind them and pinning him against the door. 

“Jesus,” Dan breathed, breaking away to get control of himself, his eyes wide. “You were serious.”

Phil nodded, picking Dan up in a swift movement that they had done a thousand times before, and Dan wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging to him. And then Phil was kissing him again, and his mind was fuzzy. 

They both got increasingly desperate, as they always did, and soon Phil was grinding on him, holding him up by the hips and kissing him deeply. Dan moaned, making the loudest of noises from the smallest of actions. But Phil didn’t even flinch, because he was always like this. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Phil muttered against his husband’s lips, and Dan’s face went hot. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, scratching down Phil’s back slightly, tightening his legs around his waist. 

Phil hummed against his lips, groaning quietly and resting their foreheads together. 

“Dan…?” 

Dan met his eyes, raising his eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”

“I know it’s gross, but… do you want to have a… quickie…?” 

“It’s not gross,” Dan said quickly, and then blushed even darker. “I mean… yeah. I w-want you now.”

Phil licked his lips, nodding and moving his mouth to Dan’s neck, sucking at the spot he knew was Dan’s favorite. He reached up with one hand, circling his thumb over the hickeys from the night before, and other times as well. 

“Let’s darken these up, shall we?”

Dan whimpered, nodding and letting his head fall back against the stall door, giving Phil room to work. 

Phil immediately sucked at the darkest of them, right above Dan’s collarbone, pushing his sweater out of the way. 

Dan let out a shuddery breath, trying as hard as he could not to moan so loud everyone outside could hear. Phil’s mouth had such an affect on him. 

“You’re strong,” Dan said softly, trying to focus on something other than the immense pleasure shooting through his nerves and making him shiver. 

“Mhm. It’s from holding you up all the time.” Phil pushed him up slightly on the door to get a better grip, as if proving his point. 

Dan pushed his hands beneath Phil’s shirt, feeling his stomach and shoving the fabric up. Soon enough Phil had to set him down so Dan could get his shirt off, and then pick him back up. 

Dan explored his chest slowly; although he had seen and felt the pale skin a thousand times, it still felt new. 

Phil got his jeans down and then helped him shove them off, and Dan pushed Phil’s down his hips. It was messy and shaky and kind of disorganized, but neither of them cared. 

Phil pushed his hands into Dan’s boxers, squeezing his ass and grinning widely. 

“I love your ass.”

“You’ve told me.” Dan giggled despite himself- Phil was almost obsessed with his ass, it was kind of amazing. “Now fuck me.”

Phil tutted, but shoved Dan’s boxers down never the less. “Someone’s being bossy.”

Dan whined as he felt Phil line up, scratching down his back. “Shut up.”

“Tell me to shut up again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk away from this bathroom.” 

That made Dan stay quiet, because as much as he wanted that, he would rather save it for after they got home. 

Phil pushed in and Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck and biting down on the soft skin. He pulled back right away, blushing. “Sorry.” He was always nervous he would bite too hard, or would be doing something that Phil didn’t like. 

“Shush,” Phil muttered, his voice slightly tense as he tried to keep himself from pounding into Dan until he screamed. “You can bite me, baby.”

That was all it took to have Dan pressing his mouth against Phil’s shoulder, biting him to muffle his own noises. “You feel so good,” he said breathlessly, moving again so his nose was against Phil’s neck. 

Phil made a soft noise of acknowledgement, thrusting up into him, still holding him up against the door. Dan tightened his grip, making sure he wouldn’t fall. 

“Harder,” Dan moaned, his hair falling over Phil’s shoulder and his toes curling. 

“You sure?” Phil asked, breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to be hurting-”

“Please,” Dan gasped, fucking himself down to meet Phil’s hips. 

Phil licked his lips, nodding and speeding up, listening to Dan’s loud moans and focusing on finding the angles that made him scream. 

“I love your - noises,” he growled, tugging at Dan’s hair gently. Dan just whined in response. 

Dan clung tighter with one arm, using the other to reach between his legs, getting himself off while Phil fucked him. That made him even louder, his thighs shaking from the effort of holding himself up. 

“C-Close,” he choked out, and Phil nodded. 

“Good. C’mon baby…” he nudged his nose against Dan’s, moving Dan’s face so he could kiss him deeply. “Cum for me.” 

Dan whimpered against his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. He always got at least a little self conscious at this point, no matter how many times they did it.

“Fuck,” he gasped, moving his hand faster and bouncing a bit more to meet Phil’s thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so good, jesus fuck.” 

Phil replaced Dan’s hand with his own, jerking him off and kissing around his mouth gently. 

“C’mon Dan,” he whispered, moving his mouth to Dan’s neck instead. “Cum for me. Mmh, fuck- I’m close.”

Dan came with a loud whine, spilling over Phil’s hand and on both of their stomachs. Phil groaned, thrusting harder and faster than before, pushed to the edge by Dan’s noises and the clenching around him. It only took a matter of seconds for him to let go. 

Dan hopped to his feet, immediately stumbling and practically falling over. Phil caught him, helping him stay on his feet. 

Phil helped him to the bathroom counter, letting him sit there and cleaning them both up quickly with a paper towel. He helped Dan get dressed as well, pulling his boxers and jeans up carefully. 

“Alright,” he said softly, smiling at him. “We should go.” 

Dan bit his lip. 

“I would,” he said slowly, his voice raspy and broken. “But…”

Phil grinned. 

“Yes, Dan, I’ll carry you.” 

Brashly So

A/N: I’ve never actually written any Connor/Evan fics before, so expect bad characterization and worse plot.

Connor stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Evan type frantically on his laptop, perhaps writing another letter to himself or maybe he was updating the anti-suicide page Alana mostly ran but that Evan would occasionally add to.

The other boy was so pretty, and Connor shifted as he mentally cursed himself, wishing it could have been anyone else he was thinking it about.

Except Jared. He would definitely get too much shit for that one.

Making a brash split-second decision, Connor walked into the room, sitting next to Evan, possibly leaning just a bit too close to the shorter boy as he took a look at the screen, calm smirk on his face.

Evan startled, abruptly stopped typing, nearly falling over, but Connor caught him quickly, rolling his eyes.

“Calm down, I just want to see what you’re typing. Make sure it’s nothing about me again,” he teased, enjoying the sight of a slight pink spread in Evan’s face.

“Oh, n-no, just wor-working on some of the pr- See Mom wante- I need some sch-”

His smirk slowly becoming more of a smile, Connor found himself listening to the rambling boy with a discerning amount of fondness, and, once again making a brash decision, found his lips pressed firmly against Evan’s.

Stunned, but quieted, Evan was unable to respond for a moment, heart pounding, before he quickly kissed Connor back, not wanting to miss out on his chance.

It was nothing like Evan had imagined, usually it went something a bit more like they were out at the orchard stargazing and Evan would say something suave and Connor would be flattered (-can Connor be flattered, Evan would then wonder) and then they’d embrace, or-

A hand wrapping around Evan’s neck to bring him closer disrupted his racing thoughts, and he came hurtling back to earth at an alarming yet somehow comforting rate.

He pulled away, instantly regretting it, to look into Connor’s eyes. Both of them were overwhelmed with various emotions, and Evan frantically searched Connor’s face for any kind of doubt or withdrawal, but found none. Finding something in himself that he could rarely reach, Evan pushed forward and kissed Connor again, unable to hold back.

"I’m glad to see I’m not the only one,” Connor mumbled between kisses, before trailing to mouth along Evan’s neck, possessively marking the skin there.

Evan shakily exhaled, one hand reaching up to tangle in Connor’s hair as he tried to catch up.

"I, I never thought that- I mean, you never seemed interested- not that I’d ever assume how you feel, that’s not what I meant, I just mean that-”

"Oh shut up and just kiss me, Evan,” Connor murmured, and Evan gladly did just such, for once ignoring the sound of his laptop hitting the floor, barely even noticing the thud as Connor’s arms wrapped around his waist.

And just like that, everything seemed just a little more okay.

obviouslyelementary  asked:

7. can I kiss you? - with Logicality please? :3 I loved your previous one so yeah ;)

Sorry this is so late I’ve had no time and I’m lazy but I’m writing some shit now so like here it is in all it’s shitty glory

Warnings: None.
Pairing(s): Logicality, hints of Prinxiety :)

“Can I kiss you?”

-

Logic, Roman and Anxiety were sitting around the common room, watching Aladdin on their TV. Anxiety was cuddled into a sleeping Roman’s side, almost asleep himself. The three were peaceful, which was strange for Thomas’ mind.

Patton hurried down the hallway, apparently needing more data for an experiment. His heart raced as he thought of the particular data he needed. He slowed as he reached the common room, watching from the doorway in awe as Logan mouthed the words to ‘A Whole New World’. Patton smiled momentarily, then felt his nervousness as Logic looked over to him.

Morality cleared his throat. “Hey, Lo, I need some more data for my latest experiment, and I want your help.” Logic beamed.

“My help? For an experiment! Why sure!” Patton awkwardly smiled, gesturing down the corridor.

“Follow me then,” he instructed. Logic leapt off the couch and hurried past Patton. Morality quickly caught up, surprised at how willing he was to participate. They reached Patton’s room and entered it. He quietly closed the door behind the two. “Ah, you can sit down on the bed, I guess,” Morality suggested when Logic just stood in the centre of the room.

“That’s a weird place to conduct an experiment,” Logan muttered, just loud enough for the other to hear. Patton immediately blushed. Logan sat on the bed and stared up at his friend. “Well?” Patton’s face turned an even darker shade of red and he sat down next to the already seated personality.

“Okay. The is going to sound weird, but, can I kiss you?” At this point Morality’s face was practically on fire. Logic scoffed and rolled his eyes, although his blush was very prominent.

“I understand what you meant by that but it’s may I kiss you, not can I kiss you. The answer to what you said is obviously a yes, you are physically able to kiss me, but-” Logan’s babbling was cut off by a pair of soft lips on his, and he let out a surprised squeak. Patton’s hand cupped Logic’s cheek, and the other rested on his hip. Gradually Logan began to kiss back, leaning into the other. He closed his eyes and let Patton take over easily, enjoying the feeling of this whole love thing.

Eventually, they broke apart. Logic stared into Morality’s eyes in awe, taking in the beautiful shade of brown and his beautiful eyelashes. Light freckles dusted the other’s nose, and his light pink lips were parted slightly. Logan blushed lightly, realising he just kissed someone so beautiful, his crush of many months.

“W- what was the experiment for?” Logic asked, tilting his head slightly. Patton laughed, the cheeky twinkle in his eye appearing.

“There was no experiment. But if they’re was, you’d win,” he claimed.

“That’s not the way experiments work, Pat,” Logan informed him, giggling.

“You’d still win,” Patton insisted, pecking Logan’s lips. “May you be my boyfriend?” He asked, smiling.

“That’s not the correct way to ask, but sure,” Logan said, beaming. Patton picked his frie- boyfriend up and carried him to the common room, settling on the couch to watch Aladdin.