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Hey! So I did a accent challenge video, so here it is!

1.What is your name/username?

2.Where are you from?

3. Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY, Polka Dots, Papaya, Penthouse, Subtext, Smile

4. What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

5. What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?

6. What do you call your grandparents?

7. What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

8. What’s the bug, that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?

9. What do you say to address a group of people?

10. What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?

11. Choose a book and read a passage from it.

12. Be a wizard or a vampire?

13. How old are you?

14. Is it cold where you are?

15. What is your favorite color?

16. What color are your eyes?

17. When is your birthday?

18. What was the last thing you drank?

19. Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?

20. Would you rather: Have a million dollars or a million friends?

21. Do you speak a second language? Say something in it.

22. Do you think you have an accent?

23. End the audio post by saying any three words you want.

GTA Gavin and Trevor are like two sides of a coin.

Trevor is heads. You’d think the Golden boy, the foreman, would be heads, but that’s were you are wrong. Trevor is a friendly face, a kind smile, a caring and comforting pat on the shoulder. He’s everyone’s friend, and thats what makes him dangerous.

You won’t notice your phone missing when you’re around him, you won’t realize the odd taste in your drink is poison when he hands it to you, you won’t think of how incriminating what you just said is when you speak to him, because why would you? Trevor wouldn’t harm you, not with a smile like that.

The irony of it all is that if you wake up the next morning, you’ll be bound to a chair, that same smile now mocking and sadistic.

Gavin is the tail. It’s hard to see someone associated with such power and wealth be the tail side of a coin, but it makes more sense then you may think. The tail is always there, whenever if you see it or not.

Gavin is three steps ahead of you, no matter what you do. As soon as you think you got away, there he is, around the corner, waiting.  He will read you like a book, as even though he won’t show any emotion other than cocky arrogance, he will notice every single one you dare to display.

He arguably holds the most power in the crew. If you do something he doesn’t like, you’ll be lucky if the worst the Fake’s do is drop you from their list of contacts. If you think kidnapping him will do you any good, you’ll have two Lads that are ready to leave your corpse unrecognizable. If you think you can trick him, well, let’s just say seeing both sides of the same coin at once is not a good sign.

Heads or tails, the outcome won’t change in the end.

Those two always win the coin toss.

What did he want?

Rachel’s suggestion bounced around in his head and he desperately tried to think of an answer. He stood next to first base, watching Duarte run pitches with Ginny. He wanted his old job back. He wanted his knees to stop failing him and for Ginny to stop laughing at whatever it was Duarte had just said. There was no way he was that funny.

What did he want?

He wanted to punch Trevor Davis in the face. The Cardinals’ catcher had tried to talk to Ginny after a game. Mike could see her tense as he approached. Ever since he’d learned that she was prone to panic attacks, he done research on it to recognize the signs. He walked over to them but before he reached them, Ginny brushed Davis off, leaving him and the other catcher alone, staring awkwardly at each other. Davis gave him a jerky nod before leaving in the opposite direction from where Ginny went.

What did he want?

He wanted Amelia to stop giving him that “you know nothing Mike Lawson” look that told him she’d figured out something he hadn’t. He also wanted Blip to stop giving him his version of that look and for Evelyn to stop chuckling to herself as if she had some big secret. In fact he wanted to be sure that they weren’t having secret meetings behind his back. He wasn’t being paranoid…right?

What did he want?

He wanted Ginny to talk to him again or at least sit next to him on the bus. She kept walking right past him, this time sitting next to Butch. Ever since she’d found out about him and Amelia, she’d been distant, deciding that he was her coworker, nothing more. Even though he and Amelia were over, she hadn’t forgiven him. So for the ride back, he waited for her to get on the bus first, pretending that he was going to drive back…then finally got on the bus. Ginny was sitting by herself in a window seat. She was looking outside, but stiffened when he plopped next to her. They didn’t speak, just sat the entire way back, but that night…she called him.

What did he want?

He’d thought about the question all through dinner at Blip and Evelyn’s house. Ginny and the twins were giggling over an inside joke no one else was privy to. Blip was glaring at her, muttering that “Auntie Ginny better stop letting my boys watch in living color”. The guilty looks on Ginny and the twins’ faces in response to this accusation were so endearing that Mike couldn’t help but laugh. There was a feeling in his chest as he watched the three of them. He’d always felt a longing for a family when he was around Blip’s kids and he often pictured what his own kids might look like, but…this time it was different. It wasn’t just Blip’s kids, he realized with a shock, it was Ginny with the kids. He found himself picturing kids with dark brown curls, Ginny’s dimples and tanned skin. Kids wearing their jersey numbers…Their kids. Then it hit him; it was what he wanted. He wanted to be with Ginny Baker. He must have been gaping at her, because she asked, “Something you want old man?”

He smiled, tilting his head. “Yes there is.”