#cowchop imagine

[frankydink1992]

My thoughts on Rooster Teeth

Rooster Teeth managed to last over twenty-one years, first beginning on 1st April 2003. Established by Burnie Burns, Matt Hullum, Geoff Ramsey, Gus Sorola and Joel Heyman.Red Vs. Blue: A series based on the video game, Halo, was their first major series. Very funny and very quotable. Their team of personalities at Achievement Hunter created series such as Let’s Play and AHWU (Achievement Hunter Weekly Update). Achievement Hunter is how I consumed most of their material.

I first accidentally discovered them by seeing Fails of The Weak on YouTube: Back then I didn’t know which company was behind it. It was only a few years later when I realised who made those videos! Then I recognised Ray’s and Jack’s voices everywhere. I then immediately became an Achievement Hunter fan, watching shows like Rage Quit, Let’s Plays and GO. I absolutely fell in love with Geoff and then later, Ryan. Although, I have a soft spot for everybody. I eventually watched some Fun Haus and Cowchop content too as well as The Slow Mo guys, featuring Gavin Free and Daniel Gruchy. Later down the line I began to watch the RT Podcast, but the AH podcast took the top spot for me. I watched Rooster Teeth content for what must have been around fifteen years in total until I started to drift away from them. This ultimately came to an end after the Ryan incident. He was my top favourite Achievement Hunter,so it was a huge blow to find out what he was really like. 

Achievement Hunter ultimately helped shape my sense of humour and I regularly quote videos I’ve seen (which nobody else around me understands). Although I’d drifted away from watching their content, I’m still sad to have seen the decline and the secession of the company: We all wish experiences like that could last forever, don’t we? It was very sad to see Rooster Teeth decline so quickly after being acquired by Warner Bros, but we all have the good memories to look back on. In the beginning, I only really liked Gavin (because he’s English) and Geoff, but eventually I began to love everybody for their own reasons. Jack, because he always has some kind of quick witted retort. Ryan, because he was a bit of a weirdo (which used to be a good thing), and Lyndsay, because you can tell she takes no shit. It would be fun, some day, to look back on my favourite videos. I just don’t think I’m ready yet. Writing about it all is difficult enough. 

I can’t leave here without voicing my thoughts on Ryan and Adam (FunHaus). Ryan Heywood was my top favourite Achievement Hunter: Nerdy, good looking, funny, lovely. All-round good guy. And he has a wife and kids! I resonated with his gaming style and personality so much, which makes his off work behaviour all the more upsetting. A nude of his was leaked and it came out that he’d been using his status as YouTube star to groom young women into sleeping with him. Truly shocking from a man who conveyed the complete opposite in content. I remember being so surprised and upset when he announced he was leaving, and then discovering why. I never had any personal conversations with him or anything, but I somehow still feel hurt by him. I can only imagine how his friends and family feel about it all. I do hope he’s doing better these days, But he can never come back. He’s free to try, but that would go down like a lead balloon. I miss his voice and his humour (and his face, of course), but I can’t help but think of him as a bit of a creep now, which is very sad.

Rooster Teeth and its productions will always have a place in my heart and I don’t think it can ever be replaced. Although, the folks from the company occasionally do their own stuff and collaborate with each other. That’s really lovely to see.

[beholdingthedead]

Some questions for you, my friend!

How did you first get into Soulsborne and which is your favorite game?

Which Soulsborne character resonates with you the most?

Which soundtrack do you listen to the most?

Do you have a favorite boss?

If you could visit one Soulsborne location in real life, which would you choose?

Feel free to answer all or just one! Cheers! <3

Thank you so much for the asks, my dear! Truly, I appreciate your inquiries and your inquisitiveness and I am always contented to spew my musings on my favourite games in all of my ephemeral existence! Thank you again!

This is a fond memory for me! When I was younger, I watched this YouTube channel called “The Creatures” rather religiously. The channel was of a group I quite enjoyed but eventually I just… forgot it existed. I started watching other things, you know how it is. I rediscovered a strain of the channel, however, as a few of the former individuals in the aforementioned YouTube channel decided to create a new channel of their own! That channel was called CowChop and on it, they played Dark Souls 3! I have watched that series of theirs likely over twenty times at this point. When I watched it, I got interested because I had never seen a game like that before. Many of the games I had played at that point were first-person shooters and such so I was interested in the odd, interesting game they were playing and decided to get it myself. It was love at first fight, honestly. I played through Dark Souls 3 and I got fixated hard. I have well over 150 hours on the first save I have and after that I decided to get into all the other games as well. The rest is history!

Likely D, if I’m honest. At least, the way I interpret him. Despondent, stoic, distant, and easily scorned. That is, unfortunately, how I am, especially when faced with anything remotely romantic. I am deeply uninvolved, emotionally, and while I have the capacity to care for others, I often fall out of mind when acting as a golden light for so long. It feels bigheaded to say so, but I truly believe I am similar to him to some capacity. If not him, then likely Rykard or Tanith. For similar reasons, mind you. As well as my fixation with wanting to be blasphemous or free. Oftentimes, I feel trapped in this dreary world we live in and I want to be free or at least synchronized. I imagine being devoured by a serpent is enough to make you feel like you belong to someone or something or somewhere, I suppose.

Likely Ludwig the Accursed / Holy Blade, Beast Clergyman, God-Devouring Serpent, Laurence the First Vicar, etc. Sorry for not distinctly choosing one but those are ones I have most certainly listened to on repeat while daydreaming so I assume those are my most listened to!

Favourite is tough… Dialogue wise? Maliketh. Design wise? Moon Presence. Lore wise? Nameless King. It is just too hard to decide on one, however. I love every boss! I may get frustrated on some but I think that is just because I am honestly not very good at the games I love so dearly! Fight wise, I am a big fan of Father Gascoigne, Margit, and Curse-Rotted Greatwood!

Finally, I imagine I would visit Archdragon Peak! I would lay down, breathe deep the fresh air, and watch the sky, listening idly to the noise of dragons soaring in the sky. It would be peaceful and welcoming, I think.

Thank you so much again for your questions and I truly do appreciate it! Have a lovely day!

[youtubexreader]

i n s e c u r e // aleks x punk/emo!reader

Hey, sorry I haven't posted an imagine since dec 25th 2015. (Yikes) I can't thank this person enough for reaching out and letting me know what they thought of my work, if it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have posted anymore, but I really cracked down on myself to focus on things I love doing, and that being writing for you guys. (Also I'm sorry it took so so long to finish and post this, the request was fun to write- I just have been continuously been getting non-stop, back to back, extremely sick out of nowhere and also for things I don't think I could have prevented- it has been a really rough time for me and I've been under a lot of stress and pressure for my age.) hopefully it's somewhat good or moderately enjoyable, ESPECIALLY for the AMAZING AND RAD REQUESTER ILYSSSSM Much love as always! Keep sending in requests, and share your thoughts! / reblog to share the luhv of ff <333 Xx. !request: “ Thank you so much!!! Could i please have an Aleks x Punk/Emo Reader please? I dont mind what i will let you choose Again i love your work ❤️❤️❤️ ” (again thank you to the person who requested this, I didn't know if you were comfortable or not with your blog being directly @'ted. Regardless! Much love to you, thank you for your amazing amazing amazing support and incredible patience!) Warnings(ish idk??): swearing, slight sexual themes, self esteem issues. ((sorry I don't know how to actually do posts with cuts in them/posting without good formatting, I'm still using mobile.)) - - - - - "Thanks for the ride-" he started, but you cut him off with a "don't mention it-". You pulled out of the driveway of aleks' house and made your way to the 'boonies', not with much excitement. It was just early enough with the time change to need a pair of shades. 'Sonofa-' and with that, you realized you left yours on your kitchen counter. 'Great' you thought, thinking you'd be able to look decent and have everything together so this wouldn't have to be a more agonizing ride than it was planned out to be. But clearly that wasn't going to happen. It was agonizing because of your own mind. It was making this 'internship' harder than it should. Constantly having to deal with an overwhelming amount of editing, filming, and have a cute colleague drive your blood pressure through the roof whenever they're around was really bringing you to the brink of insanity. "So." He started "You're different." Just that half of a statement made you want to jump out of the car. You didn't want to play this game; the whole 'get to know why she acts that way', 'dresses this and that way', 'simply breathes that way'. It was crystal clear to say the least, that in your mind he's way out of your league. There's no reason for him to try to get to know you? What's he pushing this for? Just to be a dick to the dumb intern? All of these thoughts running faster and faster, only adding to your groggy state. Your knuckles were practically white from your grip on the wheel. Somehow, Aleks noticed that. You can feel his eyes on your hands, so you try to ease up. But he'll never seem to make things easy. "Uu-h yeah, I guess.-" trailing off, Aleks still had his eyes set on you. "I mean not in a bad way- oh god..." sighing in defeat almost, letting his head fall back on the headrest as if he had a migraine or broke his great grandmother's fine china. "It's fine, I get it." You replied simply, trying your hardest to not fall into your insecurities. Whatever he saw that was "different" made you worry. What was it exactly? The band tees, the consistent hair dye changes, the piercings, the stacked amount of bracelets on your arms of random ones you've come across, and ones with your favorite band's logos on them? As soon as the car was parked, you hopped out, grabbing your bag and heading towards the barn while hitting the lock button on your keys as soon as you heard aleks' door close. 'Please ease up- just today?' You mentally bargained with Christ. He's probably too busy, and that leaves you with the one and only Satan. He didn't even know he was doing this to you, and you'd figured that was possible but just had found it easier to believe he did it on purpose. Aleks was at his desk, which was facing yours, just humming and doing the random subconscious things he always does. Persona pushed aside, he had so many features that were meant to be framed in an art museum. When he's concentrating, he always wrinkles his forehead and rests his chin on his hand. Both of you had been stuck with editing a lot more than usual, and James had something to do so he left early. The quiet background music you had playing on another tab ended, you didn't bother with putting on another song, you were so close to finishing the last couple post-rolls. Aleks was still in front of you, probably almost done too- you just stared at your screen till you heard him start quietly saying something in Russian. He was so out of it- If someone was just walking in it would seem like it was just you watching carefully, as if you knew what he was saying. But really, it was you distracted completely by him slowly gliding his tongue across his bottom lip and biting down on it out of habit. The sound of his feet shifting across the cold floor made you look back at your screen, but his voice- whatever he was saying, you had no clue. But it was hot as fuck, yet also so soothing. Letting your head rest on your hand you instinctively let your eyes rest as well. You've never breathed deeper than in that moment. "y/n?" He carefully whispered, looking across the desk to see you, looking peaceful and completely at ease. His breath was stuck in his throat instantly. He would've taken a picture of you so he could remember what you looked like when you're not tense and stressed but your eyes quickly opened. "You look tired as hell, if you have more post-rolls left I don't mind finishing them for you tomorrow." He said almost in a whisper; like he was afraid of bothering you. "Hmn-? Oh! N-no, I was finished a little bit ago, I must've dosed off." "You look like you chugged a bottle of zquil, y/n..." Eyebrows raised and all, you realized that you were indeed the most tired you've ever felt, Lack of sleep to be the blame- the third night without sleep to be exact. "You can call shotgun, I'll drive. C'mon, it's the least I can do. Besides paying for gas money until I can get my car done." He continued giving you hopeful brown eyes that you were quick to avoid. You were easily convinced to say the least. How could you not be? "Fine, I guess..." you said grabbing your jean jacket and backpack. Quickly turning off lights and set ups, you both walked out and locked the door in a slight hurry, the temperature dropped, no surprise. Keys in one hand you passed them to him, your hands briefly touching. "Hope you know how to drive a stick shift." You said hoping he couldn't see your flushed cheeks as you strolled slyly over to the passenger side keeping your eyes down. Quickly hopping in, you rubbed your arms up and down trying to create some warmth. He chuckled, his breath visible in the cold air. 'I'm so fucked' you thought. "Hm?" Aleks murmured stopping what he was doing and staring directly at you. "What? Did I say something?" You asked, trying so hardly to play it off. "Well, I guess not-" he looked back down with a smirk and turned the keys igniting the engine. "Do you have an aux cord?" He asked "Uh no..." "Do you always just drive in quiet?" He pressed. "Ha, no!? I just have a lot of uh..." squeezing your eyes shut to avoid getting worked up. 'CDs, y/n?! Just say you are an avid CD collector because you deeply appreciate your emo phase and the bands that had been apart of it!' You thought. 'Stop being such a baby!' Your conscious scolded. You wanted to curl up in a ball. There's no way to avoid it anymore, you sold yourself to the devil when you listened to 'I don't love you', by my chemical romance. You'd rather be in a passenger seat with your worst ex right now rather than deal with his judgement. "Oh! You have cds? Are they in the console? Dude, that's so sick! I have a ton of cds too!" He exclaimed with a childish but sincere excitement. Every single word flew over your head. He began to lift up your console that was stashed full of your life's collection of ridiculous cds, special edition copies, ep's. Oh god... As he scooted your elbow off of it and went on to open it, you inhaled and let your head fall against the window. 'FUCKFUCKFUCK-' you screamed repeatedly over and over in your head, but you were stopped by the sound of the console quickly closing. "I'm so stupid," he muttered, letting out a sigh. "Just- uh, get comfortable and shit, and uh try and sleep- that was my reason for driving you-" he spoke almost mad. His previous excitement completely gone. Just a douchey outer shell of a content creator you used to admire. Maybe he really isn't the way you thought he was, that cute, rowdy, and funny personality who would give even a weirdo like you a chance. Or even a friendship. "Aleks, you really don't need to! I'm okay, really, you look much more tired-" you stopped when you saw his stare saying all too much. "Okay, fine. I'll try and sleep." You groaned turning on your side facing the window as best as you could. Your hood helped a lot, but still it was cold as heck. You drifted off quickly, the last thing you remember seeing was rain drops rolling down the window. "You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours, secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours..." your eyes blinked open slowly trying to reassess what's happening. You see the familiar street lamps passing by and you slowly breathe again, happy to almost be home. You smiled at the realization that Aleks had been singing the entire time, and it definitely wasn't the radio, no one has played this since it was big only meaning he went through your cd stash. His voice distracted you, making your stomach giddy like it does when you're on a trampoline, not knowing how high up you're going, and the unknowing feeling of when you're going to catch ground, over and over. Finally the car was parked, ignition turned off. And a tired Aleks gently rubbed your arm up and down in an attempt to bring you back to consciousness, although you definitely already were. You also realized the familiar fabric laying over you; it was his jacket. Your heart melting, you attempted to fake stirring in your sleep, not giving up the act that easily. An audible sigh was heard from your left, Then the obvious jingling of keys, and then another sigh. "y/n/n, What's wrong?" He asked out loud. Him calling you by your nickname hit you in your gut. No one does that. "Huh?" You asked, pretty confused. "Why do you always do shit to push me away?" Now he had your full attention. "What are?-" "No!" He loudly stopped you. What's happening with him? "Why do you always push me away?" He asked again while attempting to keep you in your seat with his awfully harsh eyes glaring into your own. "What the fuck Aleksandr?" You pushed yourself up grabbing the door handle and seeing he purposely locked the door. Great. "I- I just want to know why, you won't ever talk to me normally, you can barely tolerate a drive with me? What's your fucking deal?!" He was yelling too loud for you to even think. Your fingers pulling at your roots out of frustration. Not even feeling the pain it was causing to your head. "Have you never felt insecure, aleks? You don't get it! Why the fuck do you care anyways?! Just so you can hear someone say how much they like you? Or how much better you are than them?-" by now tears tinted black were streaming down your face uncontrollably. All the pent up frustration and feelings were unveiled and put on show like a trophy case. If you weren't so sleep deprived and out of your head you'd shut up by now. "You know what? Tomorrow, I'll just turn in my r-" With no warning, and ridiculous speed, he had his hand impatiently bringing your face to his, he let his other hand take your chin, tilting it up towards his soft and smooth lips. He didn't bother being polite or delicate, he was just as pissed off at you for no clear reason too. He made sure to let you know that- he wasn't easing up, and you couldn't care less. His lips were saying things that words never could, but in sync, as if you completely were on the same page. He'd bite down on your bottom lip harshly and use his teeth to pull on it, then suck on it again and again until you'd moan uncomfortably. Groaning he grabbed your hips and managed to sit you on his lap while not leaving your mouth alone. You impatiently kissed and bit all along his jaw, the smell of his aftershave burning through you, watching his head tilt back and eyebrows furrow. His hands weaving in your hair, pulling slightly, continuously panting against your mouth as he let your weight fall against him, foreheads resting on another. Your skin was dotted with bruised and pulsing teeth marks. His pale skin practically mirrored yours. "Ah f-fuck y/n-" he moaned in your ear, tightening his hold on you. He shifted in the seat from under you trying to get you to stop subconsciously writhing your hips back and forth, not doing anything other than holding you tighter, and letting his head fall into your neck when you'd stilled finally getting the message. He clearly was trying to control himself, he wouldn't take advantage of this; no matter how much he enjoyed being under you. "y/n? Can I take you to your room? Not like to fuck! But to sleep with- shit, next to you?" He asked, eyes rolled back. "Yes- yes, please... Are you okay, Aleks? I'll get off of you-" "Ah. No, fuck- just don't move for a second babygirl, okay?" He hissed grabbing your hips as you arched yourself forward. Smirking, you nodded in his neck, though the nickname he gave you just made you want to do your worst, he probably hadn't even realized he said that, but damn. You breathed heavily and stayed as still as you could so he could catch his breath. Soon enough he finally got out of the car, and swiftly picked you up, not without kissing you harshly on your lips, before picking you and his backpack up, and made his way to your bedroom. He laid you down softly, and set his backpack down, taking of his shirt and jeans in the process as you did somewhat the same. He made his way around the bed and crawled under your covers, his needy hands reaching out for your sides to embrace, you could feel how easy it was to reciprocate his feelings. Which you did. He pulled you tightly flushed against him, his cold fingertips tracing up your sensitive sides with his head resting into your neck and hair. Any movement would probably just grind on him- which was fun, but both of you were so content being just like this, it could wait till morning. Never thinking you'd be in the same bed as him washed over you, and his cold breath and movements, it was hard to close your eyes from trying to burn the mental picture of him. He looked so peaceful and worry free. His arms tied around your back as his chest became the best pillow you'd ever had. Getting to stare at his tattoos felt like a blessing. Tracing the outlines of some and relaxing to the feeling of his breathing was something you can't help but want to be able to do forever. Occasionally while admiring his entire being a kiss would be planted here and there on his chest. This went on till he moaned and slowly opened his brown eyes to only be a couple inches from yours. He trailed his hand ever so slowly up the outside of your left leg to pull it up on his waist. Feeling every part of him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and letting his lips dwell all over. "y/n?" he asked in a rough voice, "Why didn't you want me to look in the console?" He softly asked "…well, it's just embarrassing. I don't want you to see my cds and shit because I know you would hate me even more and peg me as some punk ass if you saw how many band posters I have-" "Wait- you think I hate you? y/n, of all things to get insecure about- your music taste is nothing that you should be paranoid about." He said leaning on his elbow looking down at you "I love a lot of the same bands you do- I just thought I'd look like a tool if I walked up to you and sounded like a dick only talking to you about one band on your shirt. I'd been wanting to ask you out- I just didn't have the balls to make a move till last night..." His sentence was cut short by your mouth on his, stopping his banter of self consciousness made you understand how ridiculous your own was. It was definitely reassuring to hear him say that he did like your He sat on top of you quickly, to whisper "my taste in music iS YOUR FACE!-" as loud as he could, which in turn, started a pillow fight of attempting to suffocate each other with a pillow. Also making you both late for work, let's just say you regret not having time to put makeup over the bruises that littered your neck. You two would never hear the end of that.

[starboyaleks]

Garret is sleepy. 1 like = 1 hour of sleep.

[sonofmcted]

Someone from California bought a tshirt of the 'Denny's Bitch' design I made and I'm hoping it's one of them

[cow-joji-chop]

James Imagine

It was a few months after everything had settled down. James had officially left Cow Chop, and was working on a few of his own projects. He wasn't getting out too much with the broken ankle and all. Between that and work, he was completely occupied it seemed.

When you two had discussed him leaving Cow Chop, obviously it was for his own happiness to persue projects that interested him more. But another reason was to focus more on your relationship. When he left for the warehouse early in the morning, and came back late at night, it was exhausting. With you working late hours as well, you never got to see him much.

The same thing was happening while he was at home.

So you decided to confront him about it, you just wanted the relationship to grow stronger more than anything.

After your shift, you went to the grocery store to pick some things up for dinner.

You: "Hey babe, at the store, any preference for dinner?"

James: "Actually I won't be home for dinner.."

This was a surprise, his doctors appointments were always early in the day.. and what about his streams? Concerned, you grabbed items for a quick dinner and headed home. As you arrived, James was nowhere to be found. You made some pasta with pesto sauce, made extra for James and out it in the fridge, grabbed a can of lemonade, and made your way to the couch. You watched Chopped as you finished your dinner for one.

It was getting late, around 10:30, James still hadn't returned home.

You:"I don't know how late you'll be out, but I'll probably be asleep by the time you get back. Stay safe, love you <3"

James:"<3"

Disappointed by the response, and not seeing him all day, you fell asleep under the knitted throw blanket on the couch.

An hour later you wake up by the front door opening. You stay snuggled in your spot on the couch, not having the will to move to the bedroom. You hear the sound of crutches make its way closer to you.

James lightly kisses your forehead and sinks into the couch next to you. Stealing a bit of the blanket, and turning your body so you snuggle into his side. You smile slightly and fall back to sleep.

James' POV

All he wanted was this for the rest of his life. The way you were so supportive of him and the way you love him just blows him away. He thinks he doesn't deserve all that you give to him. For the past few months, the past years even, he's thought about ways to return the love. And a few weeks ago he finally came up with the best way. He smiled to himself knowing how tomorrow will change everything.

In the morning, still on the couch, you started to stir in James' side. He reached down and brushed your hair out of your face.

"Good morning beautiful," gushed James.

"Mornin'.." you yawned back.

He leans in and kisses your nose, and goes in for your lips.

"Agh, no morning breath!" you said as you buried your head in his chest. You felt it bounce as he chuckled.

"Hey I'm sorry for not being around for dinner last night, can I make it up to you tonight?" he asked.

"Hm, depends, whats in it for me?" you taunted.

"A surprise.. maybe," he teased.

"Ohhhh okay sure what did you have in mind?"

"I'll take you to your favorite restraunt how about that?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself onto his lap. "What did I ever do to deserve that?"

"By being so pretty."

"Lame, but I would love that"

Later that night..

"You know I would be escorting you to the door all gentleman like and be holding the door for you, if it wasn't for these crutches right?"

"Oh I know babe, it's alright," you said back.

After a beautiful steak dinner, you both sat back and enjoyed each others company. You admiring the nice suit he put on and his curls pulled back, and him admiring the beautiful navy blue dress you were in. You were loving the fancy little date night you were having. You never got to do this too often anymore. Your thoughts were interupted by the sound of his voice.

"I love you so much y/n, you have no idea."

"I love you too hon," you gushed.

"I've been trying to think of some ways I could show you how much I love you though.."

"Aw, well this night out is perfect, we don't get to dress up all nice too often anymore."

He smiled, "Remember when I said I might have a surprise for you?"

You nodded your head, not thinking of any other way this night could be better.

"Well.." he began.

He was interupted by the waiter coming by with desserts for the both of you. Flustered, James thanked the waiter. You both began to eat again, seeming to forget about the conversation for a second.

"Oh no, dropped my napkin.." James said.

You didn't even realize he had dropped anything. "I'll get it for you babe, you got the boot and all," as you begin to scoot your chair out.

"No, you do too much for me, I got it." he said as he got down onto his knees. As he began to stand back up, he paused, on one knee now. You began to giggle as it looked like he was proposing.

"Y/n?" he asked, still from the ground, as he reached into his pocket.

You gasped as your silly thought was becoming a reality.

"You are the most beautiful person I know, inside and out. And this was the only way I thought I could repay you foe all you have ever done to me. Will you do me the honor, of being with me forever, and marrying me?" he asked.

A tear left your eye as you began to happy cry. Not being able to form a sentence, you nodded your head and smiled. He got to his feet and placed the beautiful ring on your finger. Standing to hug him, he pulled you in tight. The tables around you started to clap in congratulations.

On your way back home, he was the one who drove since you were in a daze. Arriving back home, and stripping off your date clothes, you both hopped into bed with pajamas on.

"I cannot fucking believe that happened, can you fucking believe that happened?" you asked him. He laughed at your bewilderment.

"I mean, I can believe it, I was the one who kinda did it."

You bopped his chest, "Shut up, I'm happy."

"You're so happy you hit me?" he teased.

"Agh stop!" you exclaimed as you turned over and straddled him. You leaned down to kiss him. He grabbed your hips and deepened the kiss, and pulled back.

"How do you feel now being a married woman?"

"We aren't married yet silly.. But being an engaged woman? Fucking amazing. Can't describe it. How does it feel being an engaged man?" you taunted back.

"I feel on top of the world, and happy to have you right at my side." he gave you his classic smile.

You cheesed back and went in to kiss him all over his face.

"If you're this lovey now, imagine how you'll be when we make some babies," he said beneath your kiss attack.

You pulled back, "Since when have you been thinking about babies?" a serious tone in your voice.

"Ever since I got hurt at CC, I just reevaluated my life. Took a step back and thought that if we ever had kids, they can't have a dad doing all these stupid stunts."

You gushed at his comment and was about to reply when he interupted and said, "Want to try to make one right now?"

"Moment ruined!" you laughed as you rolled off him.

You both chuckled as he cuddled up behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, you both fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, dreaming of all your future adventures.

[gothicaleks]

UberHaxorNova: I can't even believe it. I met my dad at the bean in Chicago. He just walked up out of nowhere. Crazy world we live in.

[lapiswrites]

I Choose You (SSoHPKC)

Christmas was the most wonderful time of the year, just like the song said. It was even more fun to do Secret Santa between you and your coworkers. Doing Youtube full time allowed for freedom and shenanigans. Most gifts given were gag gifts for comedic affect, but this year, you had a different plan for your Secret Santa recipient.

You had drawn names two weeks ago. You had luckily gotten your best friend, Seamus. You two had been best friends for so long. Like most cliches, however, you had fallen in love with the blonde Irishman.

After thinking it over carefully, you decided you’d write Seamus a story. You wrote a lot of the skits for The Creature Hub, and you wrote on the side. It had always been a hobby of yours. Maybe if Youtube failed in the future, you would seriously think about becoming an author.

You requested help from your other best friend and coworker, Sly, to help. You asked his lovely girlfriend Kala if she would draw the pictures to your book, so it wouldn’t get too boring. The book was going to be short and sweet; a beginning, middle, and end.

Once you were done writing and Kala was done drawing, you printed your book using one of those special book gift websites. You wrapped the box and placed it under the “communal” Christmas tree.

“Hey, I’m going home. You want a ride?” Seamus asked, appearing from the hallway. You nodded, having already gathered everything you needed. You followed him out to his car and hopped into the passenger seat.

“So that gift you put under the tree, is it for your Secret Santa?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m really excited but also really nervous.” You stated.

“Why? Is it a confession of love or something?” He was joking, but your cheeks heated up nonetheless.

“So what if it is?” You remarked in the same joking tone.

Seamus shrugged, “I just don’t want to have to beat up one of my friends if they turn you down. Which, they’d be entirely too fucking stupid to turn you down.”

You smiled and blushed. “Thanks, Sea.”

~~~

It was finally the day you were exchanging gifts. You were so nervous, especially because the only two people left to exchange were you and Seamus. You had already checked with Jordan to make sure it wouldn’t infringe upon the guidelines of Youtube or the Hub or anything. With a knowing smile, your boss told you it was perfectly fine.

“So, we should probably do these next two exchanges together. (Y/N), Seamus.” Jordan said.

You grabbed your gift, a little puzzled, and sat in one of the chairs. Seamus followed, but he didn’t have anything in his hands.

You handed him the gift quietly with a nervous smile. He opened it, surprised at the personalized present in his hands.

“Sir Seamus of Halo,” he read the title. He looked at you, pure awe written on his features. “You made this for me?”

You nodded. “Go to the end.”

“I don’t want to spoil it.” He replied.

“Just do it.” He rolled his ocean eyes playfully and flipped to the end. “Read it aloud.”

Butterflies filled your stomach as he began to read the words printed on the page. “The Princess smiled at her savior and said, ‘As Princess, I can give you anything you desire. Gold. Fame. Anything. But I have come to realize that what I want is you. I would choose you, forever and always, over and over. I’m hoping you’ll choose me, too. So, Sir Seamus, what do you want? Will you choose me?’”

“This is the cutest fucking thing.” Sly squealed quietly.

“Your turn, Seamus.” Jordan grinned knowingly.

“He hasn’t answered her!” Dan said, too intrigued by the Hallmark movie moment going on before him.

Seamus pulled a small black box from the pocket of his purple Twitch hoodie. “Jordan must have known about this, because he helped me plan my gift to you. It’ll answer the question you asked.”

You took the box and flipped open the top, gasping at what was inside. It was a beautiful necklace, with the pendant in the shape of a Pokeball. You and Seamus both loved Pokemon. It was part of how you became the best friends you are today.

“Open it.” He whispered. His leg was bouncing up and down and his plump bottom lip was in between his teeth. He was as nervous as you.

You opened the pendandt, seeing a picture of the two of you together on one side. It was one of you two smiling like no tomorrow. On the other side, the words “I Choose You” were written.

“I’ll choose you, over and over, always.” He mimicked your words from your book.

“KISS KISS KISS!” Sly began yelling, the rest of the group joining in. You rolled your now tear filled eyes playfully and kissed Seamus. He kissed back, pulli away after a moment.

“You planned this?” James asked Jordan.

“There’s no way. Jordan is as romantic as the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz.” Dex laughed.

“Okay, look! I was married once. I can be romantic.” Jordan defended.

“Yeah you were married. You’re not.” James cracked at him.

“You mean it, Sea?” You whispered, wiping away the droplets falling from your eyes.

“Obviously. I wouldn’t be all cutsey and shit if I didn’t.” Seamus replied. You chuckled softly and rested your head against his shoulder.

Christmas really was the most wonderful time of the year.

[novahdprincess]

Okay Captain Aleks is like my favorite look right now, imagine how he’d cash in his loot to buy Gucci shit, he wears adidas sweats with his Gucci pirate boots, has hella ear piercings, wears a snap back with his pirate wrap and then a crop top lmao

[ccaleks]

halloween with James would include:

you buying Halloween decorations and clothing that james finds absolutely unnecessary

that includes you buying pumpkin, ghost and other halloween outfits for ein

also making doggo appropriate halloween cupcakes, because every dog deserves a treat over a trick, right?

james thinking you were loopy and hating the fact you made doggy cupcakes.

him actually finding it cute deep down, and when he sees how happy it makes both you an ein, he can’t stop smiling for the life of him.

james having to put up with the fact that to you, Halloween isn’t just on one day of the month, but in fact on all 31 days.

you begging him to watch scary movies with you but as soon as the film starts, you’re already cuddled up tight to him & hiding behind the pillows

jumping out at the kids who knock on the door for candy with scary masks and bursting into fits of laughter seconds after you close the door on them

“please james, can we watch the nightmare before christmas just once more?”

“but y/n, we’ve already watched it 18 times this week already.”

carving pumpkins with each other (but you find it hard to cut through your pumpkin, so james does it all for you)

james then proceeding to throw the remaining pumpkin goop at you, which he finds absolutely hilarious

you hiding in random spots of the house waiting to jump out on james 

(even though you make it super obvious as to where you are because he can hear you laughing to yourself)

james still pretending to act scared when you do jump out at him because he knows how much you love it

“What do ghosts eat for dinner?”

“spooketi”

you two scoffing your face in the remaining Halloween candy before it turns to November.

[ripjaws]

someone is gonna die

[meme-ulous]

i hate myself, why did i say barry manilow???

[starboyaleks]

Not to be horny on main, but...

[psyce]

i love how when i reblog aleks content no one literally no one engages with it it’s so fucking funny imagine if i was into cowchop when it was an actual living channel i would probably have half the followers i do now

[cow-joji-chop]

Short Imagine

Imagine... Waking up to Aleks shaking you, excited to tell you all about his new idea for a video.

"Y/n it's gonna be so good! I'll have to probably set aside more time for it than usual but it'll be worth it I swear!" as he runs out of the room.

You sit up bewildered. Confused as to what he was talking about and what time it was. You roll over and look at the alarm, reading 6:43 am. "ALEKS!" you yell.

"Babe I'm busy, what's up?" he yells back to you.

You waddle out of the room with a blanket around you, walking over to where his office is, finding him already on the computer researching where to rent a dunk tank.

"Aleks it's not even 7 am, come back to bed for a bit before you have to get ready for work.." you beg.

"Babe I got to get this done as soon as possible, the Halloween stream is coming up soon and I have to come up with some exciting content so it's not a lame 6 hour stream of James and I dicking around," he banters.

He continues clicking around on the website and writes some things down. Walking up behind him you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tracing the tattoos on his chest. He pats your hand as he continues to work. You start to bug him a little more by playing with his hair, and trailing your hands down to his ears, tugging on the lobes lightly.

"You should pierce your ears," you randomly blurt out.

"I should what?" he asks, turning around.

"Pierce them! You got that bad boy, punk look going on, it would definitely suit you," you claim.

"Bad boy? Really? You sound like a teenager, but thank you for the compliment" he says giggling, turning around back to the screen.

You sigh, as you want to climb back into bed with him, spending what little time he is home with him. Chuckling at your idea of how to get him back into bed, you start to trail your hands further down his chest.

"OW hey watch it!" Aleks yelps as you pinch a nipple.

"What can the bad boy not handle it?" you tease.

"Hey I never agreed that I was a bad boy, but you on the other hand, are a punk," as he points his finger at you.

You bite the tip of his finger lightly, to get a rise out of him.

"Alright that's it, I'm going to have to kick your ass for that one," he jokes.

"Can't kick my ass if you can't catch me!" you yell as you get a head start from him.

With the blanket flying behind you, you run back into the bedroom and jump onto the bed, hiding your face in the mass amounts of pillows.

Aleks comes flying in behind you and jumps on top of you, tickling your sides as you frantically try to squirm away from him.

"Ah Aleks! Stop!" you pant, out of breath from laughing.

He drops down next to you and brings you in close, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"See this was all I wanted," you mumble into his chest.

"Sorry baby I just got excited, I was up super early with so many ideas and I just couldn't wait to--" he's interupted by the alarm going off, 7 am.

"Ah fuck.."

[erka-swerp]

Could you all imagine cowchop during COVID 19??

Chaos.