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game grumps ask meme (pt 2)

“Your mouth is saying those words but your eyes say bullshit.”

“Those coins are probably worth tons of coins.”

“UM. EXCUSE ME. Those arms look like hugging machines!”

“Hopefully these paper-thin bushes will protect me from cop bullets.”

“What’s up you salty sailors?”

“Don’t give me your fucking alliteration.”

“Oh, you feel them. You can feel a seething hatred and I can sense it.”

“And I know I love it because I do it. Wait.”

“These weird looking fish have been showing up lately were about to eat me.”

“At age 6, I was born without a face.”

“First of all, I think he’s got a very nice ass.”

“Haven’t you ever heard Cheese Nipples by The Fruit Barfs?”

“Oh just lick my ass.”

“There’s two things I don’t make fun of people for… music and their laugh.”

“I’m super excited about failure.”

“I’m glad I get to give this guy a hand job everyday!”

“My plan, it worked.”

“We had that in the bag. And you grabbed ANOTHER FUCKING RHOMBUS.”

“I love video games, and they’re fun, but this one isn’t.”

“I’m a poet and fuck you.”

“I’m not in a position to come at anyone, bro.”

“I was this close to lining up my knuckles and punching you square in the groont.”

“Practice is for the weak!”

“Five coins in the bank, invested in stocks. Apple. Gotta get it early!”

“Okay. Okay. Alright BOUNCY BOX.”

“I’m gonna take him out back, and give him some chocolates.”

“Oh, you’re talking about your penis.”

“Every minute of this I just get harder and harder.”

“Step on him. Step on him and crush him. Mail the remains to his family.”

“It’s probably the wrong one but bear with me, I’m an idiot.”

“I wish you were fast.”

“Alright, uh, aliens dude. This concludes our service please come up for the crackers.”

“You may not recognize me because I was wearing sunglasses. I wrote an internet song about dinosaurs and lasers in 2010.”

”I mean I can’t tell you the specifics because it involves tradingyourlifeforces.”

“I’m glad we came to that conclusion. Separately. From each other.”

“Pussy built this place and pussy will tear it down!”

“I have a specific set of skills… and they all involve masturbating.”

“Yeah go on, tell me how you would have sex with the cat.”

“You can’t open up the story of my life, and just fucking go to page 738 and think you know me.”

“This game looks like it should be in black and white and in French.”

“The Bananas has gone bad!”

“Come on computer, use your thinky bits!”

“Folks, strap on your butts ‘cuz we’re goin’ in!”

“I could totally stab someone to death or something.”

“620 blaze it.”

“I’m like… low to moderately scared someone will steal my kidneys.”

“This game is a glitch that occasionally breaks out into a game.”


“Siri, how many boobs does a fox have?”

“Truly the game of life is about money and bitches.”

“Let’s have some hot duck action.”

“It’s not murder, it’s for science.”

“Ya’ know aesthetically, this game is just above a piece of shit.”

“All of this time used for playing this game could have been used for smoking heroin.”

“That five seconds is all I need to punch myself repeatedly in the face.”

“Welcome back, I’m your toast with the most!”

“I just like to start shit.”

“This experience is really teaching me alot about what being bread is all about.”

“I sure hope talent is sexually transmitted for when we make love later.”

“Hold on I am clearing my google search term of ‘echidna penis’ and replacing it with ‘Bowie pressure lyrics.’”

“That’s how you help things, funnels of death.”

“First of all, language. Second of all, FUCK!”

“That’s when I get twice as high, at 8:40 at night. That’s for the professionals only.”

“There was no Twitter. It was 1980.”

“I wish my whole body was a party.”

“I could see them doing a Peanuts anime.”

“The rumour come out: Does Bruno Mars is gay?”

“What am I? Some kind of guy who doesn’t read tutorials or anything?”

“You have mastered the code of chivalry. Take your complimentary fedora.”

“A dump smells better than I do.”

“Can we form a new band where we just do, like, pop-punk…but we only dress up as the King of the Cosmos from Katamari?”

“"I would never joke about not being your friend.”

“Do you gain pleasure from the suffering of others?”

“We always finish games, except when we don’t.”

“…I’m just going to say lots of 1994 shit.”

pmcurtis  asked:

Accidentally read your diary AU with steve and ponyboy??? :oo

authors note: So Roni specifically wanted just Steve and Ponyboy so sorry it’s just the two boyssss
warnings: language/if ur a homophobic prick then slight gay shit
thanks for requesting
hope ya enjoy ! 💘

Accidentally read your diary AU: with Steve and Ponyboy
Title: This Freakin Kid Man.

3rd person:

It was a Friday afternoon and Steve and Sodapop had finished their shift at the DX. Sodapop plopped onto his bed and passed out. Leaving Steve to ponder what in the fuck he was supposed to do.🤔🤔

Steve’s POV:

Well fuck, Sodapop had dived into bed and passed out before he even fully hit the mattress. I was sitting in Pony’s desk chair lookin at the mess on his table. I spotted a book bounded in leather with a built in bookmark. Might as well see what the kids prolly gonna go on about this week, there was no cover or description. I opened the book to see its contents and I was met with some cursive writing. It was a diary entry, this fucking kid man I swear. Normally speaking I wouldn’t have read it. You know, that’s a lie I was gonna end up readin it anyway. The most recent entry had read something about him questioning his sexualit- hol up… is he… gay??? Oh.
I thought I heard a noise,
Quickly shutting the book I looked around and over my shoulder. Making sure Soda was asleep, I opened the book again. Readin the cursive writing sprawled on the page-
“- I don’t think Darry would be too happy with what’s goin on in my head. I mean I told him and Sodapop I wasn’t interested in girls. They said "you’re too young, you’ll grow into it” but what they didn’t stick around to listen to me say was that I didn’t like girls but I liked this boy in my class. Of course, I’m not an idiot, so I kept my mouth shut. I knew if word got around I’d not only be targeted by socs but nearly everyone else around ‘ere. right about now I’m questioning if I should just suck it up and marry some random grease girl who wears too much makeup and too little clothes. I mean I probably would tell Darry what I’m thinking and even if he DID accept me I know there’s not a snowballs chance in hell he’d allow me to like a kid like Curly Shepard.“
… well then that’s a surprise.

Ponyboy’s POV:

I crept up to my room when I heard slight snoring, didn’t want to wake up Sodapop. I had a nightmare last night and he stayed up with me pretty late.
When I walked in I saw Steve with his head in some book. I was surprised enough to see him readin something for once in his god damn life but I didn’t not expect him to be reading my diary. I jumped across the room trying to snatch the book from his hands. We wrested for a moment before Soda mumbled in his sleep obviously disturbed from our throw down. We looked at eachother, nodded and walked out of the room, shutting the door. Once we reached the living room I turned and tackled him "why were you reading my diary!” I roared. “I don’t know! What do you see in Curly freakin Shepard??” He demanded. I paused, I went numb and my heart dropped. He knew.

Steve POV:
- the freakin kid bursts into tears and yelps “please don’t tell darry or Soda, please” my jaw dropped. I narrowed my eyes and pulled the dumb kid up. “Why would I tell Darry?” He looked up with tears running down his face, “Because you think I’m gross…” he whimpered. I dropped my eyes, of course I didn’t think the kid was gross, I mean I didn’t understand but he was apart of the gang. So I had to try. “Listen kid-” I muttered pinching the bridge of my nose, “I ain’t gon tell Darry so quit your weepin.” He looked up once again, hopeful, “really steve!?” I sighed “yeah, but you do. and soon.” he sniffled rubbing his eyes, “yeah yeah. ok deal.” I sighed sitting down on the couch in silence I looked at him. “so curly huh?” I smirked, his eyes snapped open and he punched me in the chest.
this freakin kid man.

Ok so that’s it, I mean I didn’t really know how to do a full on Steve x Ponyboy so I decided I’d write this with a message in mind;
do NOT. EVER. out someone to their family or other friends. that’s not your place to do and sometimes you don’t know if they’re truly safe, in this instance yeah ponyboy would’ve been safe and Steve knows it bc he’s practically family. But still he chose not to because it isn’t his place and it’s something that should be done by that person themselves. I chose to come out to my parents and I still wasn’t sure if they’d accept and luckily they did. There’s people out there that would not. You can not out someone and it is truly something that they need to do themselves unless they want help. Doesn’t matter if it takes years or 15 minutes to build up the courage/nerve to do so, it’s their choice and their own life so don’t out someone bc it isn’t cute or funny or nice.
love ya guys ok?

anonymous asked:

hows project progress goin'

So far I’ve finished about half of my 11 page Inorganic Chemistry assignment which is due Friday.

Hopefully tonight I’ll also be able to finish my other ‘assignment’ which is basically asking questions and answering questions about a powerpoint presentation I made in my Aqueous Environmental Chemistry course (which is due Monday).

Hopefully I’ll finish off this assignment either tonight or tomorrow which will free up Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to finish my Aqueous Environmental Chemistry Paper, and my 2 other papers which are due on Friday.

Best to get the little things out of the way first. Hopefully I can maintain my plan and get all these things done on time. I hope I don’t have to do an all-nighter to finish them.

That was actually a really charming episode. Vidalia is a riot, and Amethyst actually got some good healing progress goin’ on a little. Helped out with the tough home situation, and all that.

Onion’s still a freak. I love Onion.

Yeah, a cozy episode. I rate episode 65, Onion Friend, a 9/10.

See you next time! (Really, last episode today, for real). Come chill on the Discord! A link is found in my About Me page.

anonymous asked:

fact you call KBM a bitch show that you think youre better n you salty. Without ppl like us goin 2 your page and spilling tea youre nothin. takin my ass to fyeahlonzoball page cuz u rude af. not like KBM was lyin bout wat she said either, girl you better be real round here n stop callin ppl names too.

When did I ever say she was a bitch 😐bc this what y'all not gon do, y'all not gon come to my page and lie on me, I never called KBM a “bitch” how about you scroll down and reread what I said to her. And since I’m so rude stop coming in my ask, I’ll give y'all more than rude, y'all really trying me 💀💀

Ishimondo Drabble 5: Thinking Inside the Box

gundann asked you: Ishimondo prompt mondo is clingy and ishimaru is trying to do stuff but eventually gives into cuddles

I really had fun writing this after a week of packing and no internet, I hope you enjoy!

~660 words, no warnings


“Mondo, please,” Ishimaru sighed.

The biker rolled again, crunching papers beneath his weight. Ishimaru peered over the top of his book disapprovingly, trying to ignore the sensation of long, lank hair sliding over his lap as his boyfriend moved his head.

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Just a lil update on my Leopika Doujin

It looks like enough people are interested for for now for me to go ahead with this wwooooooo!!! Thanks so much for all your enthusiasm :0

Again, if you would possibly be interested in buying this 30+ page DC arc leopika doujin then please let me know!! 

on 25 pages right now, still goin’ strong.

although everything is sketchy and horrible at the mo, here’s a couple of sneeka peekas



(*ping* ur gay)

Calum Hood - Mature Girls
  • Request: Basically Calum is like wow and tries to be all manly but fails and it results in fucking <3
  • Rating: R
  • Warning: nothing but smut at the end. 
  • POV: Calum

We had just finished a show. I smiled brightly, beads of sweat leaving trails down my face. The other boys were no different; jumping around stage for hours at a time was a workout, no doubt. Everyone exited the venue with haste, hoping to get a glimpse of us outside. Sadly, we had an interview with a local radio station. They were kind enough to come to us, hoping to catch us in action. 

I sat my bass on the stand, following my three brothers down the stairs back stage. We met the fans who rightfully paid for their VIP. I took several pictures, had a few mini conversations, and gladly signed merchandise. 

I took a sip from a water  bottle, sitting on the couch. I watched in happiness as the fans finished up with the boys, sitting around the lounge. The interview would begin soon, and these girls would be a sort of mini audience. There was only about twenty-five of them. 

“Where are they?” Michael groaned, leaning back and kicking his feet up on the table. Two girls giggled and whispered to each other at his actions.

“I don’t know, could you wait a moment? I’m tired anyways.” Ashton huffed. 

“I am too. Man, was this a bad idea. I’d rather do it in the morning.” I confessed. It was true. It’s almost eleven pm, we got to leave in seventy-three or so hours to the next city. 

“Yeah but Michael promised to take me to get hot dogs tomorrow.” Luke said with a pouty lip. The girls awed at him, admiring our coolness. 

Before we could carry on with our conversations, the door slammed from behind me. Our manager walked in two young ladies; our interviewers. 

People who usually interview us are twenty-five and up. One of them surely was in their late twenty’s, but the other girl looked to be about twenty herself. She looked a little too young to interview us. 

“Sorry we’re late.” The older one said sympathetically. “I’m Carrie. This is Y/N – she lost her backstage pass. Security wouldn’t let us through.”

“It was not my fault, someone pocketed me for it.” Y/N insisted. I smiled at their banter. 

“Well, you’re here now. Take a seat, let’s get this goin on.” Ashton said, gesturing to the empty couch in front of us.

We began with simple questions about our music. It was mainly Carrie asking us questions. Y/N was either taking notes or jotting down our answers. I was lost, watching her pen glide against the rough notebook pages. It was almost as if it put me in a trance.

“Calum!” Luke said. Before I could even react, Michael punched my side. I clenched the area, my eyes squinting with pain. The girls laughed.

“What was that for?” I complained. 

“Pay attention, you’re being rude.” Michael scolded me. 

“As I was saying,” Y/N intertwined her fingers on her lap and cleared her throat, looking at me dead in the eyes,“your performance was quite the show. How would you explain your preforming spirit?”

Her voice was deep yet feminine. Her sharp eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Her H/C hair hung perfectly, her clothes formal for her age. I noticed her notebook closed and in her bag beside her. So she was taking notes? Is she some intern? How long was I spacing out for?

“Uh, hyper, crazy.. entertaining I guess. It’s the same with the rest of the boys.” I replied, mimicking her formal tone of voice. 

“I see. Are there any bands you look up to now? If so, which ones would you like be more like?” She said, still looking at me as if she was a police officer interrogating me.

“I like a lot of the classic rock bands, and the boys like that too. I guess I’d like to bring that kind of stuff back to this generation.” I replied.

The questions began to change. They were more fun, and a bit personal. Carrie took wheel again, asking us about how we feel about being away from home to what color underwear we wear. 

“Who’s your celebrity crush?” Y/N announced. I sat up straight. They said things like Haley Williams and Will Smith. I said that I didn’t have one.

“Bullshit, Calum. You’re always crying over Ariana Grande like she was a meal you couldn’t afford.” Michael laughed. I sent him a cold glare. 

“Lying. Lying. Lying. I don’t really like any. I was only kidding.” I tried to brush it away. It was weird, because I felt Y/N look down in the corner of my eye.

“Alright, then. Are any of you in a relationship?” She continued. 

“Yes, Yes, I’m with Luke right now.” Michael said, Luke scooching over onto his lap.“We may or may not be getting married. We’re deciding.”

“You guys are weird.” I said with embarrassment. They all shot me a hurt look.

“Calum is acting different.” Luke declared.“Says the one with Pokemon underwear, cuddles with us, and has his dick pic on the internet.”

I blushed with rage, until I heard Y/N giggle. I decided to drop the attitude; Luke’s right. I’m boyish and weird. 

“Man, I can’t do this.” Y/N continued to laugh. “I’m eighteen, not twenty-five." 

"What? You looked twenty.” I said, surprised.

“Nah, I have to act like that. But not anymore, I can’t take it serious when interviewing goofballs like the four of you.” Y/N said to Carrie. Carrie nodded. 

We all had a laugh the rest of the interview. Y/N was herself, I was myself. Once it ended, I walked Y/N to her car. Everyone else was still inside, playing this weird game they invented on the spot. 

“It was nice to meet you.” She smiled. I took her hand and guided her into the backseat of their car. 

“Sorry, it was cold out. And thank you, I’ve never met someone as interesting as you.” I tried. Why am I flirting with her?

“You’re such a dork,” She laughed,“a cute dork.”

“Nope, I’m manly.” I smirked. She couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Can I try something?” I asked. She nodded, red forming on her cheeks as if she new what I was going to do.

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