too lazy to go back so

a-non-sequitur  asked:

top five changes you would make to rogue one if you had the chance (vs: top five things you would never change)

Okay so I actually wrote this whole thing about this and then BACKED OUT OF THE PAGE AND LOST IT ALL and was too lazy to retype it until now. So, here we go! Still pretty off the cuff:

Things I Would Change

  1. The one real complaint I had about the movie is that I wanted more time. They do a nice job of fitting a ton of important plot points into a tight window, but the first time I left the theater, I felt like I wasn’t given enough time with these characters to truly buy into the fact that they had suddenly become a family the way I felt the movie wanted me to. After reading more, writing fic, etc., it was different for me going back to see the film a second time: I had a much better sense of who these characters were and how (at least in my mind) they related to each other. If there was a way to magically lengthen the movie and still convince people to go see it, the one thing I’d want is more time for these people to just interact and be together.
  2. Less Tarkin. The CGI worked for me the first time, but after a while it was just like this is not a real human man please stop this.
  3. Establish that Baze/Chirrut are actually married and in love. Canonize that shit.
  4. I would have liked to see some scene, however brief, in which they address what Jyn would theoretically do post-Scarif. Sort of like the scene where they tell Bodhi to wait by the ship because he’s their only way out; it’s poignant because you know how it’s going to end. Regardless of whether Jyn thinks she’s making it out past Scarif or not, I’d have liked the thought more explicitly addressed.
  5. but what happened in that elevator tho

Things I’d Never Change (aka some fave moments):

  1. Letting Diego Luna keep that glorious accent. Good call, everyone involved with that decision. Good call.
  2. The last three minutes of the movie with the return of Darth and Leia were pretty much perfection.
  3. I don’t need luck, I have you.
  4. BAIL ORGANA
  5. Welcome home.
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OLD SONIC ART from my old sonic blog….boy i sure do love me some sonic the hedge. these are from 2013 i think…i was going to go back and re-watermark all of them with my current url but i only did the first one and then got too lazy. go figure. please dont repost!

youtube

just a quick little animatic!!

i know other people got around to drawing a few mchams before i got this out there; here’s to hoping nobody did this bit as an actual animatic until now, though?? sorry in advance hahhh

cheers & i hope y’all enjoy!!

Mistletoe.

Okay I know. Waaay late for holiday things, but I started it back in November, and never did anything with it so I slapped on some color and added a texture background and there you go. I’m working on something for V-Day too, and having this means I can post this week! Enjoy! Whatever will Wade do with such a tempting invitation?

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Lee Sun Gyun & Song Ji Hyo during an interview with ELLE TV 

Today, I fucked up... by buying a bottle of wine at the movies

Went to fancy movie theater with date. Decide to buy a bottle of wine. Go back to bar. Ask for two glasses. Bartender says he needs two ID’s. I’m too lazy to go back to seats to grab dates ID. Tell him I’m alone and was embarrassed to ask for just one glass. He is clearly sympathetic. Idiot me then tries to sell the story and continue on about how lonely I’ve been recently. He tells me he’s off in a few minutes and insists on watching the movie with me. I try to fight it but I could only argue so much without giving away the truth. Bartender is insistent. I text my date what’s happening. Go back to theater with my new date. Sit a few rows in front of my first date. She has the stupidest grin on her face as me and the bartender (Jared) sit a couple rows in front of her. He ends up being super cool and bought me and him another bottle during the movie. Movie ends. I thank him for his gesture. He didn’t even ask for my number or anything. I think Jared was just a genuine guy trying to comfort someone. Met back up with my date in the parking lot and thankfully she found the whole thing hilarious.

I don’t deserve Jared.

-thebassoe

Check out more TIFUs: Internet`s best fuck ups are here.

Boyfriend! Yoongi

dates where y'all are just napping 

-not a lot of skinship 

-but there are some days where he’s literally so clingy and you kinda love it 

-people think he’s cold and doesn’t care about anything 

-but you know 

-he cares too much 

-and even though he might not do it in public, 

-he will treat you like a literal princess in private 

Keep reading

so the mc just told them numbers about their success and this is how they reacted:

- rapmon is impressed and can’t really believe it (hence the shaking of this head)

- jimin probably doesn’t really know what’s going on but he still smiles politely

- jin’s like “hell yeah i know we’re great, we don’t need a reminder for that”

- jungkook is being an adorable puppy about it and applauding for his hyungs and himself

- hobi - being the dance pro he is - busts a move as a sign of affection and thankfulness

- yoongi is probably really flustered and rubs the back of his head because all of this is so much more than he’s ever imagined or his head is just itchy idk

- and v. well v my precious bun is too lazy to take out his hands so he just stomps while looking astonished to make some noise

i love them so much, i don’t understand

Instinct || Jack

Request: Number 27 for the dialogue prompts with the lovely and sweet Jack Maynard please!!!!!

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You and Jack had been broken up for only two months. You still weren’t sure what went wrong. Your strong, two year relationship ended so abruptly. One day you were coming over for a lazy day in, and the next thing you knew, you were sobbing in your car on the way home.

“Can you tell me what I did wrong? Please?” you sobbed out, not knowing what else to do.

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Jack said, frustration evident in his voice. “I’m just, God I don’t know I’m just so overwhelmed right now. I just need to be alone again.”

“Why?” you almost shouted.

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I just have too much going on with YouTube and I’m not ready for this!”

“What, and you couldn’t have figured that out two years ago?” you said. “You’re telling me I’ve just wasted two years of my life on a boy who just now realized he’s not ready to be seriously committed?”

“You know what?” Jack huffed. “Yeah, I guess that is what I’m telling you.”

And now, two months later, you still felt empty. You had seriously imagined spending the rest of your life with Jack. You both talked about it from time to time and it felt like it was a solid plan in both of your minds. What had happened that made him change his mind?

You spent the weekend back home in Bristol, hoping that some time with your family would help relax. Of course, it didn’t, and you were still feeling a heavy weight in your chest on the drive home. You couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes away from London when your car made a horrible noise. The check engine light on your car starting flashing and, before you knew it, your car came to an abrupt halt on the side of the road. It was dark out now and you had close to no idea where you were. You got out of your car to open your hood and check your engine, but you couldn’t tell what was wrong. You were no car expert. “Hey sweetie!” some greasy looking man across the road yelled to you. “I can give you a lift! It won’t cost you a thing except a night at my house!”

“No, let me!” another man yelled. “She’s just the fine piece of ass I’ve been looking for.”

You quickly got in your car and locked the doors, feeling your whole body start to shake and tears to prick in your eyes. Before you knew it, full on sobs were escaping your body. You didn’t know what to do. You had no idea where you were and no way to get back to London. It was nearing 1:00 in the morning and you were instantly regretting not staying another night in Bristol rather than driving home in the dark.

Suddenly, almost instinctively, you had rung Jack. You were still crying and your head was feeling fuzzy. You didn’t realize how inappropriate it probably was for you to call him until he actually picked up the phone. “(Y/N)?” Jack answered. He sounded tired and confused. You wondered if you just woke him up or if he was just not in the mood to talk to you.

“I know I shouldn’t call you,” you said, your voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“What’s going on?” he said, sounding a bit more alert than before.

“My car broke down,” you answered, trying to control your breathing. “There are these guys across the street and they keep looking at me and I’m scared and I don’t know what to do or-” You cut yourself off by crying again.

“Hey, I need you to relax okay?” Jack said gently. “Tell me where you are.”

“I don’t know!” you cried out. “I, I don’t know, Jack.”

“(Y/N), pull up your maps and tell me where you are.”

You had been in such a panic you didn’t even think to do the obvious and check your phone to see where you were stranded. When you did, you rattled off the location to Jack. “Are you in your car?” Jack asked, rustling heard on his end of the line.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice small.

“Alright, stay there, I’m coming to get you,” he said. “Don’t get out of your car, you understand me? Keep the doors locked and don’t get out of the car.”

“Okay,” you said.

“Promise me,” he said sternly. “Promise me you won’t get out of the car.”

“I promise.”

Less than a half hour later, a pair of headlights appeared behind your car. You looked in your rear-view mirror and saw that it was Jack. You got out of your car almost bashfully and walked up to Jack. He immediately pulled you into his arms and held you tightly to his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did they come up to you? Did they touch you?”

“I’m okay,” you said softly. “Look, Jack, I’m really sorry I called you.” You could feel the tears falling from your eyes again. “I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have called you. I just, it was like my instinct. I’m sorry-”

“Babe, look at me,” Jack said, holding your face in his hands. You could hardly look him in the eyes. Those damn blue eyes. You noticed the bags under them and the way they weren’t as bright as they usually were.

“You look different,” you said suddenly. “Are you okay?” Jack gave you a sad smile.

“I’m alright,” he said. “Just haven’t been sleeping too good.”

“And now I call you at the dead of night,” you sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

The ride back to your flat was eerily silent. Jack never turned on the radio and as badly as you wanted to, you knew that sometimes, Jack just enjoyed silence. So, you sat there sulking in your thoughts, focusing on not crying again. When Jack pulled up to your flat, you couldn’t get yourself to get out of the car. “Jack-”

“I’m sorry,” Jack said. You looked up at him immediately, confusion written across your face. “I’m sorry I left you. It was pathetic. I shouldn’t have done it. And, I miss you. I-” He stopped himself, letting out a big sigh. “I miss you so fucking much, (Y/N).”

You were shaking your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “What are you doing?” you said quietly. “You don’t have any right to do this to me.”

“I need to tell you how I feel,” he said. “It’s been eating me up. Why do you think I haven’t been sleeping? It’s because I miss you. It’s because I need to hold you and I can’t.”

“Then why did you leave?” you yelled.

“Because I couldn’t do it!”

“Do what?”

“This!”

Jack reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock. He didn’t even open the box, just twiddled it in his hands. “I bought it but I was too scared to actually do it,” he said, his voice small, sounding defeated. “I tried day after day, week after week, to find the perfect moment to ask you, but I chickened out every fucking time. So I ran away, because I thought if I didn’t have the balls to propose to you, what else could I do?” Tears were still falling from your eyes and you were getting a headache from all the information being thrown at you. “I know I can’t propose and pretend like everything is fine now,” he said quietly. “But I’m begging you to take me back so we can get to that point again. And I won’t chicken out then. If you give me another chance, I promise you that I will ask you to be my wife. Please, (Y/N).”

You stared at Jack, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Logically, you knew you shouldn’t forgive him or take him back. He hurt you so badly. But deep down, you knew Jack. You knew that he was just a little scared and that he needed to leave to realize he had to tough it up and face his emotions. You loved him too much to stay away and cause either of you to keep suffering. You reached out and laid a hand on his cheek, making him close his eyes and lean into your touch. “You are the love of my life,” you said quietly. “But you can’t keep running when you feel too much.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m not gonna run again. I promise.”

Not being able to help yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips against Jack’s. He eagerly kissed you back, keeping the kiss gentle and loving. Maybe, you thought, there was a reason your car broke down that night. Maybe there was a reason your instinct was to call him. Maybe, just maybe, this was why.

Okay but can you imagine lazy Sunday mornings with luke like he doesn’t have practice and you’re off work or don’t have any school or whatever and it’s just spent in bed both of you too lazy to get up and grab food

but the light is shining through the blinds and it’s reflecting off the white covers and practically blinding luke but he still looks so beautiful and his hair is all tousled and sticking to his forehead and when you go to brush his hair back he practically leans his whole head into your hand craving attention and his arms wrap around your waist and pull you basically on top of him and now both of your hands are brushing through his unruly curly hair and slowly you start to drift back to sleep only for look to mumble at you to keep massaging his head

and eventually your stomach overrules your laziness and you get up, luke still sprawled under the covers, and slowly make you way to the kitchen to grab some water and turn on the Keurig for luke and you can softly hear his shuffling to get out of bed and you’re turning on the stove for the Sunday morning pancakes you two always have and luke walks in his hair 10x messier than before and mumbling for his coffee

once the mumbling stops you look up to see him staring at you, his hands both holding the steaming mug and his eyes less watery as he’s waking up but his lips turn up in the cute little smirk that you love and his eyes are sparkling, like they do when he’s singing or preforming, and he’s just staring at your face like it’s the greatest thing in the world even thought you haven’t brushed your teeth or washed your face and brushed your hair, “stop staring will you,” you whisper putting your attention back to the food on the frying pan

a hand slides up and down your back, situating itself right on the skin between your top and sweat pants his lips softly kissing your forehead, his nose brushing through your hair and you can practically feel him smiling against your skin

“never”

All Started With a Song Part 12 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1982

Summary- Conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) IT’S HERE! bet ya weren’t ready for that plot twist ;)

~~

The night ended with all six of you heading back to the hotel. It wasn’t until about 2 am that the guys left.

“Wait!” you protested as they stood up. “We all need to switch numbers so we can have group chat after we leave!”

“Ok,” Justin laughed as he grabbed your phone.

“Gimme,” you motioned for Tyler to give you his phone.

After everyone had each other’s number, the boys left.

“Alright, I’m going to bed.” you said as you plopped onto the bed.

“Same,” Alice yawned.

“I’m gonna go call Sean,” Olivia grabbed her phone and headed to the balcony.

~~

You three didn’t wake up until about 11 am. And none of you rushed to get ready.

“Hey, I’m gonna call Anth and see what the plan is,” you said as you walked out to the balcony, leaving the other girls to continue getting ready.

After a few rings, Anth picked up. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Hi. What’s up?” you ask, looking at the city below.

“Nothing, just chilling at home.” He sounded hesitant, but you brushed it off. It was probably nothing.

“Do you still want to go to the Santa Monica Pier?”

“Listen, Y/n…” he trailed off.

You laughed, “You can say no.”

“It’s not that…” he said and you began to worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“Y/n, Conor left.”

“What do you mean he left?” your voice cracked.

“He went back to London last night. He was really upset,” Anth was biting his slip almost to the point of drawing blood. He didn’t want either of his friends to be sad. He just wanted them both to realize that they were in love.

“About what?!?!” you yelled, tears threatening to fall. “What could he possibly be upset about?”

“He saw that you were hanging out with another guy,” Anth explained.

“Oh. My. God.” You sighed. “He’s so fucking childish! Maybe if he actually talked to me then he would know he was just a friend.”

“Y/n, just please try to fix this. You guys are perfect for each other.”

“Obviously we’re not Anth!” you began crying. “He plays me like a fucking game. He treats me like crap and then gets mad when I’m not interested anymore!”

“He likes you a lot,” Anth tried to level with you.

“He has a real shit way of showing it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you yawned. “Sorry for flipping out on you; you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “You still want to go to Santa Monica Pier?”

“Sure,” you smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “Meet us there in an hour.”

~~

You tried. You tired really hard. But you just couldn’t. Every time you weren’t talking, your mind would flood with him. Whether it be his smile, his hair, his voice or anything else. It was him. Always had been and always will be.

You walked down the pier trying to stay tuned in to the conversation, but you just couldn’t. You wanted to see him, feel him, and be with him. And you couldn’t. And that killed you.

You needed him.

“Y/n? You aright, love?” Alice asked, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Yeah, just a lil homesick,” you plastered on a fake smile.

“C’mon babes,” Olivia smiled. “We’ll be home soon enough.”

So a few more hours were spent at the pier and then you four went out to lunch.

After lunch, you guys arrived at Anth’s apartment at around 2 o’clock.

“So, you girls are leaving tomorrow…” Anth said as you three entered his apartment.

“Yeah, our flights at noon.” Alice frowned.

“I don’t wanna leave,” Olivia pouted.

“Same, but I couldn’t stay here forever.” You said, sitting on the floor.

“I could, 100%. This place is like paradise,” Alice laughed.

“Have you ever considered moving to London?” Olivia asked Anth.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I have actually. But I’m super close with my family and I couldn’t do that to them. Tours are hard enough as it is.”

“That’s understandable,” you give him a small smile.

“So what do you ladies want to do on your last night in LA?”

“Hmmm, movie night?” Alice suggested.

“Yes! Let’s have a Harry Potter marathon!” Olivia squealed.

“Do you have the Harry Potter movies?” you asked.

Anth gasped and put a hand over his heart, “I am truly offended that you even had to ask.”

Anth put in the first of eight and you four spent the rest of the evening making jokes and reciting entire scenes.

~~

As the fourth movie came to a close, you looked at the time.

“Bloody hell, its two in the morning!” you laughed.

“We better get back and pack,” Alice said.

“Since when are you the responsible type?” Liv giggled, earning a glare from the brunette.

“Do you guys need a ride to the airport?” Anth asked.

“Thanks, but we’d hate for you to go out of or way.” You said.

He laughed, “It’s no big deal, I promise.”

“Wanna help us pack too?” Alice said sarcastically.

“No, but I can keep you company if you like.”

“Sure!” Olivia said. “Let’s use the little time we have left to our advantage.”

“We’re not dying, Liv.” You laughed.

~~

“Who knew packing could be so fun?” you laughed as you shoved a pair of shorts into your suitcase.

Anth had decided to show you girls his playlist; which was lit as hell. You all began singing while he watched you three back your bags.

Anth paused the music, “Its 10:30, you girls should probably be at the airport by now.”

“Just a few more things!” Olivia said, cramming a few more souvenirs into her bag.

“Here,” Alice laughed, grabbing one of the bags. “I can put it in my bag.”

“Thanks,” she sighed.

“C’mon, you’re gonna be lateeeeeeeee.” Anth whined, already halfway out the door.

~~

The ride to the airport was also filled with many good songs. Once you got the airport, the goodbye to Anth was sadder than you expected.

“Thank you,” you cried into Anth’s shoulder. “For trying to help us.”

“Of course,” he hugged you tighter.

After you finally let go of your American friend, you three silently walked to your gate. None of you wanted to leave, but you all three wanted nothing more to be home. The flight back home was filled with sleeping. Alice and Olivia slept the entire way, except for small bathroom breaks. But you, you only slept for a little bit. After a tiny power nap, your mind was racing. You thought of all the things you could do when you got off the plane. But only one stuck out.

You had to see Conor.

~~

“Do you guys want to go to my place, and just chill before we get back into our daily routine?” Alice asked as you three waited for your Uber.

“I’m down as long as you have wine and pizza,” Olivia smiled.

“Sure, but I have to go somewhere before that.”

“Where?”

You rolled your eyes sarcastically, “I wonder…”

“Do you want us to go with you?” Olivia gave you a heartfelt smile.

“No, this is something I need to do on my own,” you said. “But thank you.”

“Anytime,” she winked.

The Uber ride to Alice’s was normal. You girls quietly chatted until the car had arrived at her place.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon.” you said to the girls and gave the Uber address Conor’s address. The nerves started to rise in your stomach as you grew closer to the apartment. You had no idea what was to come.

~~

You walked up the stairs to his floor and slowly walked to his door. You knocked, and stepped back, heart beating faster than usual.

The door opened and Jack Maynard stood there, a smile quickly approaching his lips.

“So you’re the girl my brother went to America for,” he chuckled, leaving against the door frame.

“Yeah, uh is he here?”

“Yep,” he said, opening the door and motioning for you to come in.

“Conor!” he shouted. “Someone’s here for you!”

You followed him into the living room where Josh was sat on the couch, controller in hand.

“Who’s this?”

“Y/n.”

“Oh. My. God. You’re her?”

“Yeah…” you said slowly, who else knows about you two?

Everyone. Literally everyone, you dumbass.

“Who could possibly be here to see me?” Conor laughed from the hallway.

You and Jack turned around, watching his expression change.

It went from comical, to confusion, to sadness but then settled on anger.

“What do you want?” he said coldly.

You were slightly taken aback, “I want to talk.”

“Why?” he crossed his arm.

“I think you know why,” you looked at him, your heart breaking into a million pieces.

“Fine,” he said and led you to the balcony.

“What do you have to say?” he scolded.

“Okay. First of all, you can lose the attitude. And second of all, I want you to explain.”

“Explain what?” he asked.

“I just want to hear your side of the story.”

“I don’t have one,” he said simply.

“So you can’t tell me why you did what you did? Why you flew all the way to bloody America for me, but then left before actually apologizing?”

“No,” he sighed. “I was just confused. I was jealous, but then I relished that I fucked up. But then I saw you with the other dude. And I just got so angry.”

“What other dude? Clayton?” you asked.

“I don’t know how he is. He was on your Instagram, and he was obviously into you. I just felt unwanted.”

“Really?!?! YOU felt unwanted? Are you fucking kidding me???” you yelled at him. “You treated me like actual shit but got pissed off when I wasn’t still hung up on you! You’re literally the epitome of a fuckboy, yet I can’t help being in love with you! You piss me off more than anything in the world yet you were the first person that I wanted to see when I landed! So don’t you dare say that you felt unwanted?”

“You gave me mixed signals! You would seem interested but when you had picture of you kissing a guy! How was I supposed to know if you were interested or not!!”

“What picture of me kissing someone?”

“The one with the balloon where you’re on his back!”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, yet you were far from showing humor. “That’s my fucking brother, which you would know if you bothered to get to know me!”

He stepped towards you, “I tried! You were the one who got short with me!” he poked you in the chest.

Jack opened the door to the balcony, “Mate, back up.”

“Stay out of this Jack!” he yelled, yet his eyes stayed looked with yours. “You said something. Say it again.” His features softened.

“Which part?” you asked.

“The part where you say you love me,” he said, turning his pointed finger into a flat palm, he wanted to feel your heartbeat.

“I am so incredibly in love with you Conor Maynard.”

“I’m in love with you too, Y/n.” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

You giggled, “Of course.”

~~

After you two awkwardly went back into his flat and awkwardly said goodbye to Josh and Jack, you headed over to Alice’s.

You were all lounged around her living room, a pointless show playing in the background.

Conor was deep into an awkward fan story when there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Olivia said.

“No! Alice should,” you smiled.

“Wow thanks.” She rolled her eyes but got up nonetheless.

Get up you mouthed at Liv who gave you a questioning look. You two and Conor followed the brunette to the door.

She opened the door and froze. Liv did the same, yet you were smiling ear to ear.

“Brandon?”

2

I LOVE MY PUPPY

You and Jay were laying on the couch, facing each other on opposite sides on the couch. Jay had recently came back from touring and you too were having a lazy. Jay was doing last minute stuff on his phone and computer and you were playing with Oscar and P.J on your lap.


While playing with both of them an idea pops into your head.

You look at Jay and see he’s totally enveloped in what’s going on his computer, typing away.

You unlock your phone and open snapchat and bring up the puppy filter. You flip the camera so that it’s facing Jay and zoom in on his face. You pretend that your taking a selfie of yourself so that he doesn’t get suspicious.

“Hey Jay” you call out to him.

“Whats up baby girl?” He asks eyes glued still to the computer.

“Babe look at me ” you said still pretending that your looking at yourself on your phone.

Jay looks up and the cute puppy ears and nose appears on your boyfriends face. You giggle silently at how cute he looks.

“Whats wrong baby?” He asks, licking his lips, wondering why your giggling.

“Say aaaaah” you say to him. Only to get a weird look from your boyfriend.

“What baby” he says and the cute tongue comes causing you to laugh and “awe” at how cute your boyfriend looks. The video stops and you look at it and laugh at how cute he looks.

“Whats so funny?” “What are you watching babe?” Jay said wondering about  your recent demand.

“What? Oh nothing babe” you say. Jay looks at you and gets up from his spot and walks to you. You hide your phone before Jay can see the video you did of him.

“What is that ” he says tackling you. You laugh at your boyfriend and give up on your attempts of not showing him

“Ugh,  fine ” you say showing him the video. Jay looks at it dumbfounded.

“Delete it” he says with a smirk on his face.

“Why it’s so cute ” you say to him pouting.

“I will never hear the end of it if one of the guys sees me with that puppy thing ”

“Filter”

“Whatever it’s called ” “ You can’t post it.”

You pout even more. “Can I at least save the video, just for my eyes to see.” You ask adding puppy eyes to your pout.

He groans  “fine.” “But only for your eyes got me?”

“I got it” you say laughing.


LATER THAT DAY:

“BAAAAAAAAABBBBBEEE” you hear Jay yell all the way from your spot in the kitchen.
“JAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY” you scream back and look up from your phone to see your boyfriend.

“Oh hey ” you say smiling at him.

“So guess who just called me?” Jay asked.

“President Obama”

“Wha- No Cha Cha did, and guess what he said”

“ He said you have pretty eyes”

“I wish. but no he didn’t, he said I looked cute with that GODDAMN PUPPY FILTER VIDEO YOU TOOK OF ME ON SNAPCHAT.”

You looked at Jay trying to hold back a laugh.

“I thought you said you deleted it?” He said to you.

“I was trying to but when I went to save it my finger accidentally pressed the “add to story” button.“

"Then why didn’t you delete it?”

“I was but you looked so cute I watched it over and over again and I forgot to delete it”

He looked at you dumbfounded. You tried in all your power not to laugh.

“How many people have seen this video?”

You thought for a moment. “Everyone”

He sighed. “Just great”

You wrapped your hands around your boyfriends neck.

“At least you looked hella cute” you said with your hands in his hair.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you while squeezing your butt.

“You’re sooooo lucky I love you” he says kissing you again giving your butt another squeeze.

“And I love you, my little puppy” you said kissing his cheek, giggling.

“Aaaaaaaaaand you ruined it” he said shaking his head and walking away, laughing, leaving you there on the kitchen floor laughing hysterically.

8

I saw one of these powerpoints in the sp tag but i wasn’t satisfied with it so i got inspired. what year is it

i wanted to go into more detail especially about craig and those guys but i spent WAY too much time on this already so WHATEVER HERE IT IS

Living Next-Door To Teamiplier Part 2

Because everyone loved it and I love writing it! Here’s part 2! 

Part 1 can be found here 

Originally posted by bekadmfb

-One hot day, when you were outside, you heard Mark yell “FIRE!” and you were hailed with water balloons from over the fence. 

-You were saturated before you could find shelter in your home.

-You got them back a few weeks later when they were all outside. And to your satisfaction, recording a video. You turned on your hose and soaked them in water. 

-Mark kept that in the video. 

-It quickly became a war between all of you on hot days and no one dared venture outside during LA’s heatstroke. 

-If you have a pool, you invite them over to keep cool. 

-You all spend the day lounging in the pool, too lazy and hot to do anything. 

-You go to them for costume advice. Simply because they have so many and they have experience with dressing up in them. 

-You borrowed their costumes if you fit into them. 

-Even do a fashion parade with them approving or disapproving your choices.

-Amy and Kathrine come over for “quiet time”, when the boys are being too much for them. 

-This turned into a ritual after a long week or day for the girls. They bring over food and drinks and the three of you just hang out. 

-When/If you’re not doing anything at night, Mark will invite you to play video games with them. 

-If you have a console or PC, you join them online and play for hours. 

-You had even been lucky enough to play with the other you-tubers at one point. Which you silently screamed over. 

-Mark invited you to join one of their monthly live-streams. You had at first declined his invitation, but you gave up after Teamiplier harassed you for ages about it. 

-It was alot of fun. You first played with them online, keeping to the safety of your own home. But, after promising to show yourself if the donations got to a certain amount, you joined Teamiplier on the couch. 

-You were amazed by how much fan-art started up with you in it. 

-You donated more because Mark’s speeches inspired you. 

-The community started following you on social media’s and you felt a little over-whelmed by the sheer number of people. 

-One really nice days, you walk Chica with Mark. Sometimes the whole gang comes along and it turns into a day out in a park somewhere. 

-You found that these neighbors were turning into close friends and you were enjoying every moment of it. 

-You’re family visited one time and you could see Teamiplier peeking at you over the fence. Confused by the growing number of people in your yard. 

-They didn’t want to interfere, so they quickly ducked away before you could call them over. 

-Your family questions these “noisy neighbors” which you just tell them they’re nice people. They were just curious. 

-When friends of Teamiplier came over from other countries/cities, you were introduced to them over the fence. 

-”So you’re the elusive, (Y/N)” They said with a warm smile. “My God, I thought we’d never get to meet you!” 


(I ran out of ideas for the moment! Tell me if you guys want another one. I could put more thought into these or if you’d like, you could give me some ideas. Hope you enjoyed it!)

so, on march 2nd 2017, i reached three years roleplaying as merlin on this blog. as it goes, i was too lazy to make a graphic, and there was a lot of stuff keeping me busy anyway, so i come to give back only now. it’s been a long journey, i have to say, but i couldn’t have asked for a better one. so many friends, so much character development, and pure joy of bringing this immortal warlock to life  ——  and it wouldn’t be possible without you guys.

which is why i want to give back something to make someone happy. therefore, i present you my THREE YEARS ANNIVERSARY GIVEAWAY. you can win one nice promo from yours truly, and a gifset/aesthetic of your character. preferences to be discussed. TWO WINNERS will be chosen on march 31st, friday.

  • must be a RP blog. personals & such won’t be taken into consideration, and would be appreciated if they didn’t reblog it.
  • must be following me / likes & reblogs count.