the family of my heart


Happy 15 Million, Jack! I wish I could have made a better edit, this one isn’t how I’d really like it but OH WELL. It’s the thought that counts, right? I’m also late, because I’m always late for these things. By the time I get something out no one cares anymore. Still, ima ramble anyway.

I haven’t been here the longest. I came around at 8 million subs, my first video being your 8 million subscriber video. Still, even though I’m not one of those people who’s been here since 3 subs, I still care. Sometimes I think I care too much. Regardless, this community is up there with my family, friends and cat for things near and dear to my heart. It’s been an inspiration, something to go to, as a cure for anything from boredom to a shit day. I’m not old. Or, at least, not as old as a lot of people on here. I discovered YouTube at 10 years old. I grew up on YouTube and even all these years later it still hasn’t disappointed me. YOU haven’t disappointed me. Not once. Every single goddamn day you’ve been there, which is a lot more reliable than a lot of things in our messed up world. There’s not a thing on this earth I could do to properly thank you for that, so I’m just going to keep doing what I’ve always done. Watch, laugh, and put my edits out there into cyber space to hopefully make other people smile too.
Thank you.

anonymous asked:

Jughead/Betty are also a lot like Dan/Serena in Gossip Girl (who also dated IRL!). The working class "lonely boy" aspiring writer (who, as we learn (spoiler alert!) is also the series' narrator) pines over the seemingly perfect blonde girl who has a lot of family issues/secrets. Be still my teen heart!

This is very true!! I am telling ya, there is something in the water at these CW sets!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn’t say his first name. Not sure why, pretty much rolls off the tongue, but the closest he could get was Mischief. His mother called him that until…I remember when Stiles first got his Jeep, it belonged to his mother and she wanted him to have it. The first time he took a spin behind the wheel he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart. Always. We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.
—  Sheriff Noah Stilinski.