#screaming on discord brb ))

[fleshcarverfugitive]

i'm so normal about the new community update i'm So Normal about patch 8 coming in 2025 i'm SO NORMAL, you guys-

[graunblida]

smash the heart for a smol something set in any of these lexa verses: metal band, star wars, pirate !

[elliespassagerprincess]

Hiii! Could you please write something about Ellie and reader who met online (they can both be streamers maybe?) and then ended up dating and moving in together? Like inspired by the song “no one noticed” by the marias and that lyric “fly to your city, excited to see your face”!!

ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Ur writing actually makes my day!

Headcannons: streamer!ellie williams x streamer!reader

hi anon!! you're welcome and also thank you sm<333

masterlist

☆ Ellie stumbled across your Twitch stream late one night while scrolling through smaller creators. You were playing a horror game, screaming every five minutes, and she was immediately obsessed.

☆ She followed you anonymously at first, not wanting to come off as a bigger name being weird. But you noticed her in chat eventually. “Wait, is that the EllieWilliamsTV?”

☆ Your first DMs started with memes and escalated to 2 a.m. voice chats about life, mental health, and favorite comfort foods.

☆ Neither of you realized how frequently you were texting until you started finishing each other’s tweets.

☆ The fandom caught on fast. Shipping edits flooded TikTok and Twitter before either of you were even flirting openly.

☆ Ellie had a secret folder of screenshots of your selfies and stream clips—your laugh made her heart do dangerous things.

☆ You designed matching stream overlays and helped her revamp her “About Me” section with inside jokes.

☆ The first time you did a collab stream, your viewers spammed “GET MARRIED” and “chemistry off the charts.”

☆ Ellie would go dead silent if you leaned into the mic and whispered something like, “Ellie, you still alive over there?”

☆ You’d hear her typing furiously during stream, then get a Discord ping: “I think I’m in love with you. BRB, pretending I’m not.”

☆ There was a running joke that you were long-distance girlfriends even before either of you confessed.

☆ Your playlists on Spotify started to sync. Sad indie for slow days, hype pop for collabs. Ellie would listen to your mixes when she missed you.

☆ She started calling you “sunbeam” in private because you were always so bright on call, even when exhausted.

☆ Ellie’s hands would tremble the first time you sent a voice note laughing. She replayed it eight times.

☆ The confession didn’t happen on stream—it happened at 4 a.m. when you both admitted you were too scared to lose each other.

☆ Ellie buys a cheap flight the moment you tell her, “I wish you were here.” No hesitation.

☆ She sends you a picture of the boarding pass with a simple caption: “fly to your city, excited to see your face.”

☆ You meet at the airport, both pretending to be chill, but when you lock eyes—it’s instant. You run to her.

☆ You wear her hoodie the entire first week she visits. It smells like vanilla and her skin.

☆ She clutches your pinky while you walk in public like she’s trying to memorize your existence.

☆ The first night, you stay up watching dumb YouTube videos cuddled into her chest. She can’t stop looking at you.

☆ Ellie always brings your favorite snacks in her suitcase like it’s a survival kit.

☆ She leaves little Polaroids in your apartment every time she leaves—on your desk, mirror, and even in your hoodie pocket.

☆ FaceTime calls while you cook together long-distance. Ellie burns things often, but you laugh anyway.

☆ Shared playlists labeled “When I Miss You” and “When You Can’t Sleep.”

☆ You stream with a beanie she left behind. Your followers go wild every time you wear it.

☆ Ellie keeps your perfume in her drawer. She sprays her pillow with it when she’s feeling needy.

☆ You both fall asleep on call more often than not. Ellie mumbles your name before she dozes off.

☆ Postcards from cities she visits—even if you just talked that day.

☆ Pet names over text: “baby,” “bean,” “sweet girl,” “trouble.”

☆ You each get matching controller skins and call them your “love language.”

☆ Ellie’s hoodie becomes your sleep uniform. You start twitch streaming in it regularly.

☆ She sends you a handmade bracelet. Yours says “don’t log off.” Hers says “stay.”

☆ She learns to bake just to make cookies for the next time she visits.

☆ She cries the second time she leaves—but only after you're gone.

☆ You tell her “I found a place. It’s ours if you want it.” She replies, “When can I come home?”

☆ Moving day is a chaotic montage of plants, monitors, controllers, tangled cords, and pizza.

☆ First night in the new apartment: you eat instant ramen and fall asleep on the couch wrapped in one blanket.

☆ You get matching mugs that say “her player 1” and “her player 2.”

☆ She sets up both your stream rooms, cable-managing everything meticulously.

☆ Her side of the room has sketchbooks and a photo of you. Your side has a sticky note: “look at me when you’re nervous.”

☆ Grocery shopping is now a chaotic love language. You argue over cereal and kiss in the snack aisle.

☆ You cook together, dance barefoot in the kitchen, music playing low.

☆ Ellie insists on fixing things around the apartment even if she has no clue what she’s doing.

☆ First thunderstorm together—you curl into her side while she rubs your back and whispers, “you’re safe.”

☆ You accidentally fall asleep on her during a 12-hour stream. She ends it early, kisses your forehead, and carries you to bed.

☆ Lazy Sundays become sacred: cartoons, pancakes, and soft giggles under blankets.

☆ Ellie has a habit of leaving sticky notes around the house: “drink water,” “you’re gorgeous,” “I love you.”

☆ You both adopt a cat named Wifi. Wifi loves Ellie more. You pretend to be mad.

☆ She starts signing off her streams with “goodnight, from me and my girl.”

☆ You make a joint YouTube channel. Fans adore your dynamic.

☆ Ellie builds you a custom PC for your birthday. Your background? A candid photo of her asleep in your lap.

☆ You buy a couch that’s way too big—just so you can cuddle in the middle of it.

☆ When she travels for cons, you send her off with a hoodie that smells like you.

☆ You kiss her on camera once and break the internet.

☆ Rainy days are now movie marathons, sketching on each other’s skin with washable markers.

☆ You have a shared “comfort drawer” filled with heating pads, snacks, notes, and lavender oil.

☆ Ellie sometimes stares at you from across the room like she still can’t believe you’re real.

☆ She writes your initials into the underside of her desk. Quiet and sacred.

☆ You fall asleep tangled up after stream marathons, mumbling about build updates and DLCs.

☆ Your bookshelf holds photo albums titled: “long-distance,” “airport hugs,” “us now.”

☆ Ellie builds a playlist titled “the sound of loving you” and never shares it publicly. It’s only for you.

☆ You get into dumb arguments about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza. She lets you win.

☆ She draws you in her sketchbook almost daily. You find one where she labeled it “my forever face.”

☆ You both get matching tattoos—small controller icons on your wrists.

☆ Ellie proposes during a shared anniversary stream. You cry too hard to say yes for a full minute.

☆ Your apartment walls become covered in fan art people send. You hang everything.

☆ Wifi sleeps at the foot of your bed while you both dream of each other.

☆ Every time she says “home,” she means you.

☆ “Fly to your city, excited to see your face” becomes your wedding vow—because she never stopped flying to you.

[nordarknessdimsthesky]

A linguistic analysis of tumblr hyperbole in the tags

This post expands my previous analysis of hyperbolic reactions to cluster tags by themes. There were too many themes, some of them overlapping, to create a cohesive graph. Instead, I present several overarching themes from a data set of 50 tags observed and documented in various corners of tumblr.

1. Feeling Normal™️

Tags within this cluster profess Normal feelings (read: extreme excitement, enthusiasm, obsession, derangement, etc.).

#mmmmrrrghuhhhhghhh #I'm so normal about it teehee #absolutely not rending my clothing #feeling very normal and not feral at all #i will simply never recover #gif sets sent to personally destroy me #i can't cope #the eyes #i'm a puddle #i am INCONSOLABLE #i am DISTRAUGHT #IM NOT OKKAAAAAAYYYYYY #FEELING TOTALLY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NORMAL

2. Feralness

The following data points conjure animalistic behavior. There’s a non-zero amount of biting and chewing involved.

#chomping biting barking #biting my arms off #rattling my cage #[incoherent biting noises] #chewing glass #chewing through wood #*shaking the bars of my enclosure* HELLO!!!!!!!! #climbing the walls #biting gnawing chewing #im gonna rip off my front door and eat it

3. Noisy Emotional Outbursts

These tags encompass crying, screaming, yelling, and other loud reactions.

# shaking sobbing crying #SCREAMIIIING BANGING MY HEAD ON THE WALL #*no thoughts only wailing* #i am SOBBING #IM CRYING LIKE A BITCH #*just fucking yelling* #S C R E A M #screeching into a pillow #brb sobbing for 5-7 business years

4. Throwing

All of these tags except the last one involve being thrown instead of throwing things. I, personally, am entertained by the range of places/situations people are throwing themselves into.

#i am going to THROW MYSELF into the SEA #hurl me into the sea #hurl me into the sun #trebuchet me into the sun #hurl me straight at europa #vent me out of an airlock #slam me against a wall #put me in a box and throw me down the stairs #throwing myself into traffic you know? #just defenestrate me already #defenestrate me #absolutely hurl me through plate glass #i'm going to start tossing furniture

5. Bodily Harm

There’s a good deal of overlap with the previous theme. Nearly all of the tags involving throwing would result in varying degrees of bodily harm. Here are the tags outside of the Throwing subgroup.  

#im going to throw upppppp #tearing my hair out #banging my head against the wall #SCREAMIIIING BANGING MY HEAD ON THE WALL #biting my arms off #microwaving myself #crumple me up and microwave me

6. Absurdism

My personal favorite cluster. The imagery conjured and resulting comedic hyperbole is just [chef’s kiss].

#im gonna rip off my front door and eat it #crumple me up and microwave me #put me in a box and throw me down the stairs #defenestrate me #absolutely hurl me through plate glass

7. Keysmashes

These tags center less around meaning and more around style, so they form the last group. A handful of these could fall under Noisy Emotional Outbursts because they represent reaction noises. In my linguistic judgment, keysmashing increases the hyperbole – consider augh versus aughfhghghghhh – the latter reads as prolonged and more intense emotionally.

#aghdjakgsjadhjaka * #hrhrhrhgnnnghhhhh #aughfhghghghhh #mmmmrrrghuhhhhghhh #I'm so normal about it teehee #waughfhghghh #oughhhhghghhh

*one digression in a friend discord server was how people interpret keysmashes in their minds. Some hear the first couple letters and then some sputtering, others hear static. It’s a common joke that you need a minor in linguistics to understand conversations in this friend group. Such is the nature of things when the chaos linguist energy is strong.

[tonguetyd]

Good morning!!!!! Happy Arcadia day!!! Under the cut is a direct copy of all my notes I jotted as I was doing my first listen (with annotations after the fact). All typos are unedited

EIA

LTW: video game music? DRIFT MENTION! (Oh just wait babygirl) The way he says eclipse is so satisfying. STRINGS!!! Eclipse AND twilight mention? Darya will love this. FIRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! Oh the second he whispered we were in for it. FUCK YEAH! God ii is such a good drummer. OH! Trap switch up! Live by the fire and die by the sword nice. GOSPEL. I USED TO KNOW MYSELF. Oh vee…AND THEN ENDING SCREAMS oh his screams are so GNARRRRRLY fuck YEAH

Emergence: she’s still that bitch. I’ve had emergence in my head all day. Vibing. MIIIIIIISSSSSSS GAAAAABBBIIIIIIIIII

Past self: hip shaking so sad ass lyrics! Oh I love it. The falsetto. Oh this. It’s DYWTYLM updated and I love it. He says shit which isn’t as good as a “fuck!” but I love it anyway

Dangerous: god his voice. MORE TRAP BEATS AND WOOS! Chord progression switch nice. OH JE SAID THE THING!!!!

Caramel: slut dropping to the saddest fuckingg song in existence brb

EIA: music box!!! SHEET MUSIC!!!!!! I knew it! Gods sharpening blades lime ooooof yes. Said the thing! This is an analysis lyric song. FILL ORCH OOH!!! Said the other thing!!!! PKAY VICALS!!! That string feature is BEAUTIFUL JAW DROPPED WOE (literally just stared into space looking so dumb but so happy, we LOVE a string feature)

Provider: gospel! The way he’s rhyming these words are hitting. ….ph I’m blushing. I love the sexy songs I’m so ready to read the at first glance loving lyrics and then Realize after. Oof. That’s a GOOOOOD song

Damo: our lil sword guy ❤️ I still hear play discord and games on repeat, boy just wants to play amongus with his boys :::( oh vee count 2 just bc it’s this song also this after provider where he says I wanna be your provider and be this Rick (rock) for you right into nobody knows that I’ve got a problem. The culture of masculinity is rough :/

Geths: immediate thought “have I heard this before??” So that’s weird. oh ves :( WOA!!! This guitar tone hits. Weird Cali vibes. I WAS IN LOVE WITH THE THOUGHT OAUFH. Oh VEE!!!! Whiplashy song but I’m on the ride. A crowd cheering oh that’s us….oh that’s us….maybe it didn’t come with a gun but you deserve one. CALL BACK TO CARAMEL MELODY? A little???

IB: unsettling start ok. Ok piano hello. Car crash imagery, OCEAN IMAGERY. (I GOT THREE LOOKS!!!) ..oh it’s a suicide song. Oh. That. That was not. Mmm. Finally here but I’m not leaving this time. Like. Hopeful suicide??? Idk infinity baths washing over me with the car crash ocean just made me get that impression. But it’s also hopeful. So. Idk. Halfway thru! MORE SCREAAAAMMIIIIING YEAAAAAAAA!! Stank face fr. OOOOOH BREAJDOEN OKAY!!!!! FUCK yeah! Ok admittedly this post breakdown chugging does go on for a little bit but nice. LOVE AN 8 MINUTE SONG THATS 4 MINUTES INSTRUMENTAL!!! Sick af album ending too on a rough metally fade out. And that’s it!!! (Post yaps: what is happening in the bridge that people are yelling about? Teeth of god ohhhh interest-h…HEY….HEY WAIT THAT….THATS ME!!! VESSEL WHAT THE FUCK)

[pansyfemme]

oh my god i just opened my phone and i almost accidently sent a photo of my pussy and ass to my friends discord server in my pocket. brb going to go scream

[forhyune]

hehe. i was indeed screamed at on discord

I LOVE U SO MUCH MY WORLD. so glad that this could melt you ... brb cleaning ur puddle form carefully off the floor and keeping u safe in a flower vase next to my bed

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・1.2k / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・chan x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, fluff, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, berry being the perfect baby angel she is. inspired by these bubble messages and @cosmic-railwayxo's treachery. (love u deni)

𝟬𝟲:𝟯𝟲 — “Where’s my baby, hm?”

This is the question on Chan’s lips the moment he lets go of the bedroom door, closed with agonizing caution as to not wake the figure still curled up under the duvet inside.

It’s early. Early enough so the walls are colored a rich beige by new rays of sunlight, so his footsteps are the only sound reverberating around the hallways when he commences his search. Early enough to evidence how he was only bestowed a few hours of sleep before waking up with a budding headache and leaden eyelids.

But he doesn’t mind the lack of rest, not this time. Not when there’s a wad of love with a freckled snout and floppy ears under the same roof for the first time in too long.

“Berry?” Chan calls, his voice tattered and low, like sandpaper. He rakes his eyes over the spots he remembers to be her favorite. Maybe they’ve changed since he was last home. Maybe everything has changed since he was last home.

The thought causes a familiar pang to go off within him, poignant and powerful, but the quiet scuffle of paws against hardwood takes the edge off the guilt straightaway.

Chan finds the beginnings of a smile on his lips before she even rounds the corner, and when she does, well. His grin might as well split his face down the middle. He’s on his knees in seconds, outstretched hands rediscovering home in the puppy’s silky fur as she clambers onto him with blown pupils and excited pants.

His adoring coos of her name falter into muted laughter, which then fragments into a sob. His vision narrows to his precious girl and then starts to blur. When Berry climbs up to give his cheek a few happy licks, she’s fascinated by its saltiness.

You emerge from the bedroom a little over an hour later. Sleeping is hard enough when you’re jetlagged, and even harder when there’s only mattress where you remember Chan’s warm solidity to be. The fabric of Chan’s hoodie suppresses your vocalization of his name as you ungracefully pull it over your torso, still struggling to rouse your body from sleep.

Your beckon produces no response. You wrap a hand around the nearest door frame and peek your head into the living room, a little more alert now.

“Chan? Baby?”

You feel silly. How many visits has it been for you to still feel this nervous, wandering around Chan’s family home? Yet you undoubtedly are, whether because of your absentee boyfriend or that his whole family is a few walls away. You pad through the silent abode with mounting trepidation and intense care to not make any more sound than necessary.

Then you reach the family room and instantly come to a standstill, hands drifting to your sides, features deliquescing to a soft smile. 

Lying on the nearest couch is your boyfriend, head propped up on top of his elbow, his fluttering lashes and gently oscillating shoulders indicating that he’s asleep. You can’t see his face below his eyes, as he has his nose nuzzled into the Cavalier spaniel resting securely in his arms, snoring tacitly into his sleeve, slumbering as deeply as her human companion.

You’ve been stumbling upon Chan sleeping in unexpected places for the better part of two years now, but you still liquefy every time as if it’s the first. These are the moments, you’ve come to realize, when you can care for him in ways he would never let you while conscious: a lift of his laptop off his thighs, a brush of your lips against his hairline, a cardigan draped lightly over his back. These are the moments when you understand in full how far you’ve come together, for him to trust you with his exhaustion with such transparency, to be so vulnerable as to leave you with memories of him that he’ll never have.

Despite your prolonged experience, it’s hard to describe what exactly you’re feeling in this moment. The mere mention of Berry has always dissipated the shadows that veil his face, has always chased off the burdens that cling to his spine. How do you put it into words, seeing your happiness at his happiest?

It suddenly occurs to you that the window beside them is cracked open. That, and you spotted extra quilts in the top shelf of Chan’s closet last night.

Chan’s eyelids lift when he feels the gentle weight of a blanket fall upon his body; so do the corners of his lips, when the culprit materializes before him. Sitting on the edge of the couch, a hand hovering over his frame, face creased into a flinch.

“Sorry,” you whisper, closing the distance between your fingers and the curve of his neck. The pad of your thumb moves over his cheekbone like a willow branch skimming water. “I didn’t think that would wake you up.”

Both of you up, you mentally amend, seeing as Berry has noticed your presence and is wagging her tail with enough vigor for it to thump against Chan’s chest. He lets her wriggle out of his arms and into yours; you emit a noise of glee and gather her into you.

If only you had seen the expression he wears then, watching your eyes scrunch closed at the frenzied kisses she presses to your face. His first love and his very last.

“Don’t apologize,” he answers. “I’m the one who should be sorry for leaving you in bed, angel, I just…”

His voice trails off, but he knows by the softness in your irises when they meet his that you already know.

You move like clockwork. Chan presses up into the back of the couch, the quilt’s edge lifted in wordless invitation. It is your chest that Berry burrows into this time, the top of her head sliding into the space between your chin and the sofa’s cushion. It is Chan’s chest that you’re folded into, the arms around your waist like the coziest of cabins in a sun-spattered wood. It is the back of your neck that he nuzzles his nose into, but not before he litters gossamer kisses across the expanse of skin, as if printing the notes to a lullaby he knows well.

Everything is warm, so warm, so right, and jetlag starts to feel like a distant trouble.

You open your mouth while teetering on the cusp of a dream.

“Baby?” 

He hums into you, listening.

“Always be happy, okay?”

You don’t notice the solitary tear that traverses the bridge of his nose, lands in the cotton of your hood, and dyes the bunched-up fabric a few shades darker. You don’t notice how his embrace around you tightens marginally, like how one’s eyes can’t help but find their dearest possession when the building’s on fire.

“Okay,” he whispers, and kisses your nape once more. Your and Chan’s eyes close together. Berry licks your chin again, then follows suit.

(Another hour later, Chan’s parents walk into the family room. They decide to go out to breakfast for fear of making too much noise in the kitchen, Chan’s mother blotting away tears as she ducks into shotgun, Chan’s father laughing at her sentimentality while blinking back his own.

Another few hours later, Hannah takes maybe fifty-some photographs of the triad of unmoving heaps occupying their couch. Then she grumbles at Berry for being dead asleep at eleven in the morning: “Those two arrived here from across the world yesterday. What’s your excuse?”)

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[phantomdimension]

Based on what I was shown this morning, just in case you are for Some Reason looking at my blog:

(under a readmore so I don't subject strangers to whatever the hell we've got going on)

If you think I sent a DM, I didn't. The only DM I sent after you blocked my side/writing blog was responding to the ask you sent me, saying "oh, I'm pretty sure that was me".

I didn't even think you hated me, I was just vibing like "eh, you probably feel neutral towards me, just blocking out of what I think is a weird 'people will always block all/both partners if friends have a falling out' social obligation."

It's not my responsibility to make sure you have me blocked after you and my husband have a falling out. I don't keep track of my followers on my writing blog, who comes and who goes. I also don't do this on my main blog, which is comprised mostly of friends/people I've followed for a very long time and their blogs/sideblogs/projects/etc. I don't keep my first name on my main blog because honestly, it's not necessary, and I use my middle name on my writing blog because I want it to exist somewhere, and it feels wrong for me to go nameless on a writing blog. It also just doesn't get used enough.

It's not weird that he keeps some Facebook posts hidden from me, if you think about it. He literally tells me about them within a couple of days of making them with the exception of one that's about what I usually refer to as the "Insurmountable Grief". Just to be sure, though, he went back over them with me and I was like "lol oh yeah, you told me about that post. And yeah!! I remember that one extra well, you made me (thing) as a surprise after." Additionally, sometimes people just... Need to think somewhere else before they can bring it up. Not out of anything bad, just a... Need to let it simmer, need to think on it some more, need to build up the courage to say it. Whatever it is, I wouldn't hold it against him. And tbqh, I think it's more weird that you hold it against him in some weird way. If you were worried about it, why bring it up in an anon that you assume was me?

Frankly, if you think my husband sucks as a person. Then we wouldn't get along because of how important he is to me. You also just can't get out of a conversation without me bringing him up at least once, or saying "brb my husband and I are screaming about something silly again!!!" or "sorry!!! my husband asked me to make him something!!" You and I have never had a conversation past vague comments made through a discord call or ask games back and forth. From what I see and what he told me, it sounds like he did try to set a boundary and ask for something specific, but it was taken in bad faith. But again, I don't really know you.

And... if you've made it this far, Sunny. He told me the context about the 'calling you exhausting' bit as it was happening. I want to say. I also apologize constantly. Isn't it exhausting for you? To constantly feel like you have to apologize? To feel blamed for anything and everything, as if it's your fault?

[ceruleanferocity]

I really wanna do a thing. Where Koga has gone full feral. (more so)

[loisfreakinglane]

me, staring into the void: I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse,  I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse, I will not engage with 20 year old tv show discourse,

[starrysamu]

seijoh fun fact: iwaizumi cant visit aquariums for Personal Reasons... the facts are undisclosed but the speculations are relentless. all signs point to ******

im SCREECHING IO PLEASE 

[graunblida]

ya girl is going to gen con this weekend, so that means activity will be sparse besides me lurking now and then between games. i’ve got stuff queued so you don’t miss me too much and i’m going to buy my weight in dice like i did two years ago. 

[forbaesmoved]

@salvatoraes​     ♡’d for a christmas-y starter !

                   ❝     don’t eat the cookies and milk i’m leaving on the table, unless your name is santa.     ❞

[voids-interests]

I have Midterms in a week and I am Not Ready

My birthday is also the same day as one of my midterms.

I'm gonna have a birthday party on the 15th as well but only one of my partners can come (if either of them can, depends on their parents :/)

[acciohq]

+ 1 APPLICATION FOR

gabrielle delacour ( romaneinnc fc )

[darklordofthesimp]

also I'm so sorry this is so late but like tom hardy is so fuckin fine istg like pls I had a venom hyperfixation and those dumbasses bullied me relentlessly for it 😔💀 like I would bring venom and eddie up all the fuckin time and they were forced to listen to my embarrassing ranting about them but like BROOOOOOO COME ONNNNN THEYRE SO BABYGIRL same problem happens with könig, colossus from deadpool1&2, darth maul, etc etc they wont leave me alone with the bulling 😔 pls its not my fault that I copy their voicelines n say them over and over to the point where we all go insane and its not mY FAULT WHEN I get flustered and say their name loudly multiple times whenever they show up on screen c'mon guys please- yeah I think they're all pretty bUT ATLEAST I DONT BITE INTO STRING CHEESE YOU DEGENERATE FUCKS (okay but they also send me stuff they see of those characters because hehe they know I like those characters so it's even but still goddamnit shaking my fists in mock anger like a cartoon character fr just hawkeye pierce doing the weird wHHHYYYY I OUTTA with his fists istg)

I feel very strongly about string cheese (not really)

the only exception to biting down on da string cheese is 1) if you're in a hurry and cant take the time to eat the cheese how it was intended or 2) if you don't wanna get your hands dirty (I literally don't care I just find it amusing to complain about this one topic lmfao do whatever the hecc you want lmfao who cares how you eat ur cheese lol) I also find it amusing to be that one guy whos sitting on the bed watching something my friends put on and just eating string cheese while my friends talk about something I am entertained so easily istg oHMYGOD THT REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING IM SO SORRY FOR GOING ON LIKE THIS SKDJK BUT THIS FUCKER-

THIS FUCKER WAS LIKE OKAY SO ILL BE BACK IN 30 MINUTES_ (WE WERE TALKING ON DISCORD HE WAS LIKE BRB) HERES SOMETHING FOR YOU TO WATCH AND THIS FUCKER PUTS ON A THIRTY MINUTE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE ABOUT GOD KNOWS WHAT I DONT EVEN FUCKING REMEMBER AND I JUST WATCH IN AMAZEMENT AND THEN HE COMES BACK AND IM LIKE YEHA THAT WAS A GOOD VIDEO BUT THEN I REALIZE HE PUT IT ON BECAUSE HE KNOWS

HE KNOWS ILL FUKING WATCH IT HE PUT IT ON TO ENTERTAIN ME LIKE A LITTLE KID AND IT WORKED IT FUCKING WORKED GODDAMNIT I WAS ENTHRALLE FOR THE THIRFY MINTUES HE WAS GONE THESE FUCKERS KNOW ME TOO WELL

YOU GOT FUCKING BAMBOOZLED. YOU GOT DAZZLED LIKE A FUCKING MOTH TO A LIGHT AND IM FUCKING SCREAMING HE PROPER JUST SAT YOU DOWN AND SAID HERE WATCH THIS LIKE A FUCKING KID