We were the kids that did whatever we desired. We traveled the world without our parents consent & did things carelessly. We held our own idea of success instead of what society had for us. Everything’s all mental in life, it’s how you understand your situations and experiences to move onward. I’m edgy, hope it gets under your skin - @jayalvarrez
Hot Pepper Gaming had its last episode today and I wanted to write something personal about it. I had this joke that I would always say when somebody talked to me about the channel - that it was sort of silly how the most successful thing I’ve ever done was the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. Classic self-deprecation, but the more I said it the more I realized just how important this dumb idea was to me.
Myself, Erin, and Jared started HPG half as a joke and half as a creative outlet to sort of prove that we knew what we were talking about. When we began, we were all lower-rung creatives working predominantly at Maker Studios - a YouTube multi-channel network. My only claim-to-fame at that point in my creative career was that I had something small to do with the Harlem Shake becoming a thing, and I really, REALLY didn’t want that to be the only accomplishment I had in my life.
I approached Erin about the idea, who called up Jared to join up with us. With a borrowed camera, $20 worth of craft supplies, and a weekend of work, we had shot the first three episodes of Hot Pepper Gaming. We planned to post weekly for a couple months regardless of if it gained traction or not, but on the first episode we were already growing faster than we could follow.
It’s sort of a funny thing how collaboration works. I remember being completely fine with filming Hot Pepper Gaming on a white background, but Erin’s simple suggestion that we use a yellow backdrop meant so much to the branding and style of the channel that I don’t think we would have succeeded without it. Erin, Jared and I all had something to contribute to the project, all of which combined together to create something much bigger than the sum of our parts. And because of this we were able to travel around the world, interact with fans, and sit in rooms with people we respected not only as their creative equals, but later on as their dear friends.
There’s so many great stories that I’ll post whenever I get nostalgic about Hot Pepper Gaming, but for now I just wanted to say something small that I think might describe my feelings better than me droning on about this will. We used to film Hot Pepper Gaming out of Erin’s old apartment, and after the first shoot we decided to grab dinner at a bar next door. I remember us all sitting at the bar, eating pub burgers and toasting to whatever the hell we just did, in our post-pepper andrenaline-rushed euphoria. I remember one of us asking hey, what if this actually does well, and then us all shrugging and laughing.
I’m currently on a flight back from Montreal, Canada, where Jared and I participated in Square Bowl, a yearly charity event that this year supported Doctors Without Borders. We were sitting on a balcony of an apartment in Le Plateau-Mont-Royal, watching the sun set over a park that was freshly-covered with snow. He and I talked for a while about how we were raising money for an important charity with a group of friends and creative collaborators we loved; and how so many of them we knew, specifically, because we had hurt them with hot peppers.
I don’t know what I would say to 24-year-old, fighting-tooth-and-nail-to-create-stuff-and-have-people-care-about-them Vernon if I had the chance, but to think about myself then and see myself now is surreal. I owe so much to this dumb little project, and I’ll never forget it.
louis: i can’t make it too noticeable it’s about us, y’know?
louis: but i’m gonna make a diverse couple both attend the same concert without meeting each other only for fate to later bring them together at a bus stop, get married in a snapback and fedora, make the taller one have curls and wear green and the smaller one blue—
harry: with lots of blue and green lighting and themes, make them cause trouble up in hotel rooms, have a part where they dance like we did that one time, make them travel the world together, have a resemblance to our personalities,
concept: we travel the world together, running hand in hand through rain and getting tipsy at a roadside diners; later kissing softly under the glow of the sunrise. we get lost and laugh as we rotate the map this way and that again and again. I never feel displaced no matter how many unknown towns we face because home is in your arms.
what he means: i am no longer physically able to repress the urge to show off how cute and happy i am when i’m on vacation w the loml and i need everyone to know and while we’re here can we talk about how cute he is too and how good i am at capturing his beauty through the art of photo can you believe we have traveled the world together and he is next to me in my life,
It’s not something that we were given. It’s something we worked our asses off for. The way we went to work every day and the way we travelled the world and the way we conducted our business, with great management at the time and greater minds, it turned out great for everybody. But it was a long five years.
We promised to go on adventures together. We promised to travel the world together. We promised to share a future together. Now that’s all gone. Those promises turned into memories. Memories that I will only recall with a bottle between my hands.
Summary; If it’s just a game, then I like the way that we play.
Warnings; NSFW. Body painting leading to smut. Smut for smut’s sake. Here be no plot. Latex free.
A/N; Found this little gem saved in my
documents from months ago because I forgot about it. Heathens!Tyler is a work in progress. Thinking next week.
You know what to do fam. Leave me some noise and kisses.
From point A to point B really.. but I’m open to interpretations :)
“Had another talk about where it’s going wrong, but we’re still young, we don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong” - I can picture Gemma being someone he talks to when he needs advice on something serious. He’s always saying how she’s smarter than him and stuff. And I think Harry’s road ahead is new one, and maybe an unsure one for the first time in years.. And maybe Gemma feels the same? But the one thing they have, is a strong home life :) “We know where we belong”. ❤️ And yeah, they’re both young, duh.
“We started two hearts in one home.” They def did :)
“It’s hard when we argue. We’re both stubborn, I know.” I can see this lol. Them arguing a bit over silly things sometimes, and I def think Gemma can be stubborn. (not in a negative sense, but she’s very opinionated and clever and I don’t think she’s afraid to tell him the blunt truth, and also, maybe stuff he doesn’t wanna hear sometimes. Like siblings do, hehe.)
“When I run out of rope (road?), you bring me home” Again, she’s someone he can count on when he’s a bit directionless and/or needs advice.
“Sweet creature, we’re running through the garden, where nothing bothered us” An imagery of them running around in their garden as kids, and how he sometimes thinks about simpler times when they were young, like nostalgic thoughts :)
“I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough” They grew up and Harry has been traveling the world since he was 16 basically.. and he’s always mentioned how the one thing that’s negative about his job is that he doesn’t see his family much, and I can imagine that Harry sometimes can forget to call/text? Like, I don’t think he means anything by it, I can just see him as someone who sometimes just zones out from that stuff, ‘cause he’s not huge on social media and stuff and he prefers actual face to face convos. Which with his job, is difficult sometimes :p And I can see him thinking about how he wishes they spoke more, and meaning to do something about it, but then time just slips away from him… maybe esp when he was away on tour, which he was pretty much every year, you know. And then it was the album and Dunkirk, so.
He’s repeating this sentiment of how they don’t talk enough, and they’re both stubborn and yadda yadda haha, but in the end, he just really misses this person, and they’re always in his thoughts and he values them so much.
Authors Note: This was requested by the prompt: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” From the list of Prompts found HERE. All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE Warning: It is a bit sad, as you can assume from the sentence it started from.
He was never one to permit his emotions to show unless in the comfort of his own house, generally not even then did he grant them the opportunity to reveal very often. It was on rare occasions that you ever saw a tear escape from his precious eyes.
From the moment he received the call his body was diverted into an emotional panic state, he didn’t care that he was in the middle of signing his new contract; he didn’t care that it was impolite to answer the phone call. The minute he sensed his phone ringing he had an inkling something was wrong, something about the morning just wasn’t settling right with him.
He had left you this morning snuggled up to the warmth of the bed, he admired you peacefully sleeping, the way your hair fell messily around you, the way your hand stayed nestled under the pillow, and the way you bury yourself amongst the covers.
He had spent a little too long appreciating you this morning, he just couldn’t help it. When he did manage to wrench himself away from watching you peacefully sleep, he pressed to kiss to your forehead, whispering a swift “I love you” before forcing himself to leave the bedroom, gathering his things from downstairs before leaving to attend his meetings.
The whole way to the hospital all he could do was repeat the same sentence over and over again, “Please be okay, please be okay.” trying to hold himself together but failing as he shakes while trying to compose a text message to his sister. She was the one who always seemed to know what to do, additionally, she was also two hours closer than his Mum.
He did his best to hold it together while pacing around the waiting room, wearing the floors’ thin as he chews his lip, circling the small area without stopping to think twice. He didn’t know what to do, there was nothing for him to do but to wait for a doctor to tell him what was going on. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that you were okay, he needed comfort, he needed the reassurance that this morning wasn’t the last time that he would be able to admire you while you slept, he needed to know that all the plans the two of you had made weren’t going to be nothing but unaccomplished plans.
His eyes meet his sisters when she steps into the holding area, he doesn’t say a word, he just glances at her like a child who desperately needs to be held for a while. She doesn’t think twice before forcing him into a hug, his taller figure towering over her as she wraps her arms around her little, (not so little), brother. The minute he felt her warmth and comfort he allowed his emotions to flow, for the tears to finally settle, the tears he had been holding in since he got the call.
“I just want to know everything is okay. I knew something was wrong with the morning, but I didn’t think—I didn't—” He stutters, struggling to finish his sentence through his tears. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” He chokes on his own words.